Page 49 of The Princess's Chosen

"Oh, well, I like that too," I murmured, blushing. Aric brushed his knuckle over the red mark, brow furrowing. "I rode here without a saddle is all."

"Does it hurt?"

"Stings a little, nothing serious."

His palm covered the spot, and there was a warm prickling before he drew away, the mark vanished. "Might as well do something useful with all the magic you've put buzzing through the air. Speaking of…" he said, leaning in and resting over me. The prickling signal of his magic covered me from my shoulders down, and I gasped and shuddered before suddenly finding myself bare.

"Don't worry," Aric said, as I gaped at my own naked body. "Your dress is just there."

I looked over to where he nodded to the screen, my dress draped over it. I sighed, and Aric's hands slid up my naked sides to my arms, all the way to my wrists. He lifted them, and I reached for the headboard before feeling silk slither around my wrists, the tell-tale prickle and Aric's grin telling me everything.

"Excuse me if I don't trust you to behave again," Aric said, grinning and nipping at my chin before leaning back. "These bruises…"

"From the chair Emory threw," I said as Aric frowned at a few dark splotches on my ribs, his hands stroking there to heal those marks too.

He sighed and surveyed his work as I squirmed and looked up, examining the ties holding my wrists above my head. They were pretty, gold and red swirling with charcoal and pink, just scarves but ones I'd never seen before.

"Are you quite done?" I asked, looking back at Aric. He was still fully dressed, although dissembled, and he surveyed me with a satisfied smile.

"Nearly," he said, pulling his collar up at the back, shrugging his shirt off over his head and tossing it to the floor. "You look very pretty like this but I think, as my princess and my king, you need some ornamentation."

He laid down on his belly, the hairs of his stomach tickling against my sex as Aric nuzzled into my breasts. I whined and pulled on the ties of my hands as Aric sucked at the tip of my breast. The prickle of magic was sharper then, forming to a pinch, and I gasped as Aric's tongue swirled over my skin, leaving something cold and metallic behind. He pulled away to reveal a metal and enamel bryony blossom identical to the one on my ring, now pinching the tip of my breast.

"Aric!" I gasped, but I was arching into the ache of the clamp as Aric left cool wet kisses across my chest. Kisses that transformed into a golden chain, leading from the clamp.

My eyes fell shut, and I moaned as his mouth covered my neglected breast, breath and tongue hot and wet, until the prickles sharpened and the cool metallic pinch took over. Aric pulled away, and we both stared at his handiwork, Aric's finger reaching out to tug gently on the chain, drawing on the pressure of the jewelry on my breasts.

"How—Where on earth did you learn this?" I moaned, my hips bucking into air, my cunt aching to be filled again, something about the constant pressure of the clamps leaving me desperate.

"Mm, you make so much magic it's practically a matter of imagination," Aric murmured. He left the chain on my chest and worked himself out of his pants, one hand reaching to pump his cock back into its stand. "Would you mind one more decoration?" he asked.

My eyes widened. "But…where will it go?"

"Hmmm, on me, for now," he said, but there was a terrible secret in his grin.

"Fine," I said, but the magic prickled over my shoulder. I couldn't see anything at first, but I felt the cold slither.

"Don't be frightened," Aric said gently, his hands petting my freshly healed thighs. "It's only magic."

I held my breath and stiffened at the first wiggle of gold out of the corner of my eye, a scream in my throat at the sight of the snake swirling over my skin, toward my breast. It was undeniably beautiful, its movements sinuous and life-like, while its appearance was like perfectly crafted jewelry or a mechanical marvel. It was only as thick as one of my fingers, and only long enough to wrap around my wrist maybe twice. My study of it as it moved distracted me from Aric, and as the delicate jeweled head of the snake nudged against the blossom biting at my nipple, I moaned and Aric sank back inside of me.

"It's been a long time since I've had sex and I don't want this to end too quickly, so this will help," Aric said, his breath thin as he lifted my hips to meet his, sinking in deeper from this position, the curved head of him stroking beautifully inside of me.

I was about to ask how it would help when the snake slithered quickly over my belly to where Aric and I were joined, curling itself around the base of his cock and tightening. It moved until the jeweled head, with glittering emerald eyes, tapped and nestled against my clit, nudging back and forth over the sensitive nerve.

"Ohhh, I think you're mad," I groaned, twisting on the bed. Just moving made the bryony blossom jostle and tug, and I whined.

"Do you like it?" Aric laughed.

"Iloveit."

He leaned forward, bracing himself up with a hand on either side of my shoulders, hair hanging down in his eyes as his smile softened and his weight sank gently into me. He was tall enough that he could keep his chest off mine and still lean his head down to peck and sip and my lips. My breath was fast, embarrassing weak sounds falling quickly from my lips as the blossoms on my breasts shifted with every catch of air and the toy against my pussy squirmed and stroked me as a finger might.

"Aric, please, move," I gasped, trying to ride him from below but not finding the right way to move with my hands tied above my head.

"Oh trust me, darling, I will. First though, we need to discuss this matter of you tossing magic everywhere," Aric rasped, although he rewarded me with a few testing nudges. The snake slithered against my sex, remaining even as he pulled away, and I gasped as he balanced on one hand to flick lightly at a blossom.

"Now?! Really, Aric justfuckme," I cried, thrashing a little and pulling at the silk around my wrists.

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