Page 50 of The Princess's Chosen

"Shh, don't pull. Yes, now. This time as the magic rises, I want you to contain it," Aric said, his thrusts growing just a fraction deeper, his kisses on my lips and chin nibbling.

"I—what?" I moaned as Aric kicked my heels farther apart, stretching the inside of my thighs and making him sink more fully into me, his hips just rolling in a fascinating figure eight that all but made my eyes cross.

"Don't let the magic out. Hold it in. It will feel like pressure I think, but there's no reason why it won't work." Aric pulled out fully then, and I cried out, my hips rising as the snake pulled away. Had he known I was edging closer and denied me my finish? "Are you paying attention?"

"Yes, yes, hold the magic in. Aric,please. Oh!"

Aric's head ducked down, kneeling on the bed, and he caught the chain between my breasts with his teeth, tugging up roughly and making me shout.

"I haven't enough hands to do everything I want," Aric rasped. "Next time, Owen or Pianetta will have to help. Do they share you too?"

I moaned and shuddered, nodding as he lined himself up again and sank in.

"Beautiful," he said, watching his cock's descent into my weeping core. "You'll do as I ask?"

"Yes,please," I said, nearly in tears.

Aric took my mouth in a deep kiss, his tongue stroking in time with his sudden thrust as I whimpered and sighed into him, my heels sliding in his sheets. His bed was firmer than mine, and it gave me nowhere to go as he pounded into me, not that I wanted to be anywhere else, the bed creaking and bouncing beneath us. The blossoms pinching on my breasts tugged and ached, echoing down to my cunt with every motion. Aric groaned into the kiss, slowing his pace down as I started to clutch and flutter around him, the snake's head urgent on my clit, flicking back and forth.

"I'm going to—Aric, I don't know if I can!" I cried out as the edge loomed closer, magic pounding through me, tickling my skin, waiting and ready to race out.

Aric slowed further, his slide in and out of me like deep breaths, grinding into me with every connection. "You can. Like holding your breath, Bryony."

My body strained, my chest tight, and I squeezed my eyes shut. Aric grunted as I clamped down around him, waiting to fall. He was right. I could hold the magic in, but it seemed to keep me dangling at the edge of my orgasm, balanced on a knife tip waiting to topple. I whined, the sensation a painful bite of pleasure, my skin feeling ready to burst.

"That's it. Breathe through it, darling," Aric murmured, kissing my jaw, my cheeks, my throat as I trembled beneath him. "They aren't the same. You can fall and contain the magic at the same time, just find the edge between the two."

I didn't believe it existed, and my lungs grew tight, like I might never take a breath until I gave up on Aric's idea. He reached up, soothing his hand into my hair, and I don't know if he worked some magic of his own, but I felt a snag in my chest and imagined sliding in, fitting myself in the space between. The orgasm ran through me like honey, slow and shuddering, my neck arching so I could press my face into Aric, biting down on his shoulder to bury my groan of relief. It was my first orgasm without magic, less stunning but equally sweet. I was more aware of us this way, of the fit of him inside me and the way our stomachs brushed together, the grunt of feeling from him as I squeezed around his length.

"Good girl, princess," Aric rasped, starting to rock again. "You have it?"

The magic burned in me, somewhat resentfully, and I waited until the sting started to ease before sagging back into the pillows.

"I have it. You didn't say it would hurt," I said, pouting just a bit for effect, but softening as I saw the worry in his gaze, his hips stalling. "I'm fine. Mostly teasing."

"Mmm." He ducked, brow furrowed with thought, but kiss gentle and probing. "Could you do it again?" He nudged into me, bucking lightly, and I gasped, nodding. "Do you want me to untie you? I'd like to watch you ride me, get to play with those pretty little tits of yours."

I squirmed, panting, immediately eager for more. The Hunger was too, the fire of holding onto my magic turning pleasant and stimulating, pooling at my core. Aric laughed and shifted, untying the silks by hand.

"Did you use all the magic on these?" I asked, shimmying a little and moaning at the feel of the blossoms. How far could my magic go, I wondered? Was one orgasm only enough for a few of these magical toys?

"No, I let some take care of the building. Probably caught the attention of a few of the tricksters downstairs too. I…I overreacted before," Aric said, drawing my hands down to my belly, massaging them gently. He raised one and kissed my wrist, gazing at me through the fall of his hair. "Magic will be good for the north.Youare good for the north. For me."

I sat up, sliding onto Aric's lap, immediately beginning my ride and watching his pupils grow wide, his mouth parting on a moan he tried to contain.

"I haven't quite forgiven you for some of what you said," I whispered, watching his reaction.

Aric struggled to keep his eyes open, his hands gripping my ass to help me bounce. "Don't. It doesn't deserve forgiveness. Just allow me to be better."

I nodded and bent. It was my turn now to control the kiss, to control Aric. I squeezed my thighs around him as if he were my horse, turning him on the bed and pressing him down into the sheets, my pace growing hurried, my ride long and rapid.

"Oh fuck. You might kill me," Aric groaned, but he watched me take his cock, eyes fixed to the spot in that way men seemed so fascinated by. I preferred to watch their faces. Seeing Aric's face grow flushed and tangled with pleasure, his tongue wetting his lip as sweat dewed on his brow, gave me a feeling like falling from a great height, all weightlessness and rushing.

The snake grew languid, and I wondered which of us was in control. I wanted to come with Aric, and I wanted to make him wait and ache for it. I seemed to be managing that so far. I took his hand from my ass and lifted it to my chest, catching his attention as I hooked his fingers into the chain.

"I think I suddenly understand why men wait their lives to be Chosen," Aric grunted, breathless. His heels braced against the bed as he began to buck to meet me, toying and twisting the chain around his fingers to create a slow but insistent pull.

I was loud, using his name more than I might've normally, just because I could hear the cheers from below when I did, saw Aric's face light up with a kind of egotistical joy that was rare and beautiful on him.

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