Page 94 of Prince of Ruin

In the wall-length mirror across the room, I see our reflection and nearly cream myself. Here I am, a human kneeling on the black silk sheets of a double king, four post bed, a seven-foot fae king with antlers, thrusting his massive cock in and out of me. His head is thrown back in pleasure, eyes closed as he grunts with every push of his dick. Behind him, Tarsus fucks his ass, their long fingers white as they grip Clavicle’s hips, bracing themselves against him. Tarsus thrusts his dick into Clavicle, who then thrusts into me, and I brace myself, wanting to take all of him inside me.

“Damn,” I breathe, staring at our reflection as if it were the best piece of art ever created. “I really am living the fantasy life, aren’t I?”

Clavicle opens his hooded eyes and meets my gaze in the reflection. A lazy smile grows on his face, and his fingers tighten around my hips as he thrusts into me again, hitting that g-spot and nearly making me cum. I whimper, and that lazy smile of his turns into a feral grin.

“You sure are, sweetheart.”

I shudder at the evil glint in his eyes. It’s going to take some getting used to, reconciling innocent Clavand evil Clavicle into one person, but holy shit, I’m so here for it.

He leans forward until his mouth is inches from my ear, and I feel his breath on my lobe as he adds, “Promise me you’ll write about it.”

I nod and reach back to caress the back of his head, my fingers wrapping around one of his antlers. “Absofuckinglutely.”

We build up the rhythm until the four-post bed creaks beneath the force of their thrusts. Clavicle fists the blankets on either side of my face while I grip his antler, as he pumps in and out of me, and that’s my undoing, my center clenches around his cock, milking him, and I hear him moan as his cock swells and releases into me. Tarsus must feel the chain reaction, because they, too, release that familiar, deep groan they always make when they cum.

Once we’re all limp-dicked and practically in pleasure-induced comas, we crawl onto the massive bed and lie down. Clavicle tucks me in between him and Tarsus. Propping himself up on one elbow, he studies me while dragging his fingertips up and down the length of my abdomen, and I’m reminded of something very important that he probably needs to know.

“Clavicle, um, there’s something I have to tell you.”

He hums in response while he studies me with glazed eyes, as if he never wants to forget me. This Prince of Ruin, the most powerful sovereign in the realm, who even has Mother Terra eating from the palm of his hand, is staring at me like I’m the only thing that matters.

“I’m all ears,” he mutters, brushing a lock of hair from my eyes. Tarsus curls up on my other side, their arm around my waist as they nuzzle my neck in quiet support.

“So, remember when we fucked?”

His lazy grin returns. “Which time?”

I nearly choke. “That’s a good question. Um. Probably the first time?”

He hums in response.

“Well, I kind of didn’t use protection. Because the only folks I have sex with are fae, and they can’t exactly get me pregnant, and, well, it didn’t even cross my mind—”

“Holy shit, Aden.” His fingers still on my stomach. “Are you pregnant with our baby?”

I honestly can’t tell if he’s horrified, shocked, or elated. Either way, he has the right to know.

“Yes,” I whisper, then swallow hard. “I’m about a month along.”

His brows arch, and I’m not sure, but I think I see moisture build in his eyes. “There’s a little…Clavicle-Aden hybrid growing inside you?”

I nod.

A laugh escapes him, and he wraps his arm around my waist into a fierce embrace and covers my mouth with his. He laps me up, kissing me deeply until I’m wet again, needing his cock inside me.

“I guess you’re okay with that?” I mutter against his lips.

He pulls away and searches my eyes. “This is news I didn’t even know I needed. But my god, Aden.” He moves his gaze to my abdomen that’s not yet swollen and covers it with his hand, and Tarsus covers his hand with their own jeweled hand. I place my hand on top of theirs, and I swear, I have never felt so full, so complete in my life.

“We’re going to have a baby,” I whisper, looking between Tarsus and Clavicle. “And I can’t think of two better partners to help me raise them.”

~*~

The next morning, we decide to have the official coronation ceremony. Though Clavicle has already been crowned as Spine Sovereign, the people need confirmation that he’s back to rule. Rumors spread through the city like wildfire after many people saw him, and no one knows what to believe. After all, the Spine Sovereign supposedly abandoned them for twenty-three years while Tarsus took over.

I’m sitting on the throne to Clavicle’s right, Tarsus on his left. And Clavicle…he sits on the Throne of Bones, his polished antlers gleaming in the sunlight that now streams through the column windows that run along the walls of the throne room.

A Spine Priest mutters some traditional nonsense, then steps up to the dais and places the Crown of Teeth upon Clavicle’s brow. Because of his antlers, the crown comes in two pieces that lock together. It’s made of rows and rows of white teeth of some horrible beast, and normally it would seem too big, too powerful for anyone to wear, but Clavicle owns the crown, owns the room with his powers, his presence.And as he stands with the Crown of Teeth upon his brow, everyone falls to their knees. And the ground…the ground trembles as through welcoming its master home.

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