Page 52 of Kill the Queens

"Yes, what Farah?"

The way he said her name was like it was a delicacy. It didn't come with a title. She wasn't the queen. She was justFarah. It had been so long since she had felt like herself. That she almost came undone just by that very question.

"Yes, I want to come. Please."

"Good girl." He said against her lips, kissing her fiercely.

He didn't ease back in this time, and he wasn't gentle; he wasn't anything but the wicked force of untamed desire as he slammed back into her. Farah cried out, startled at the way she loved the mixture of pain and pleasure.

Then he did exactly as the queen had asked.He fucked her.

Reed was a mess of sweat and panting breaths as his hips met hers repeatedly with the wet slap of skin on skin. When he filled her, his pelvis rocked up over her, putting just the right amount of pressure on her clit.

Farah clenched around his cock, tightening as the thrill of the gratification exploded. Her climax was intense, drawing a moan and several shaky breaths.

"Say my name," Reed commanded as he rode out the wave of her orgasm.

"Fuck." Farah hissed. "Reed. Gods. Reed." The queen didn't care that she sounded weak for once. She didn't care about anything as the feeling diminished and Reed chased after it again.

"Are you on any elixirs to prevent birth?" he asked, breathlessly.

Farah nodded though it was a lie. "I want you to release yourself inside of me."

"Thank gods," Reed cried out before he was driving himself inside of her.

Farah lifted her hips to him, rocking against him as another wave of bliss crashed over her. This time when shetightened around his cock, Reed began to cry out with her. He stiffened as he buried himself inside of her as deep as he could go. Farah squirmed at the intensity.

She was coming down from the high now. Reed had found his release and gods willing had given her an heir though she might need more from him. His hips pumped in a slow rhythm as their naked bodies stuck to one another. Finally, he pulled away, rolling to his back next to her.

He turned grinning, his eyes back to the metallic color they'd been. "Have I passed the test?"

Farah leaned forward, pressing her mouth against his. If only he knew what she had in store for him. Carefully she stood from the bed, feeling the evidence of their sex dripping down her thighs. She ignored the feeling even as Reed's gaze locked on her legs and her sex.

"I think you passed several tests." The excitement in her voice was clear. Her plan was coming together and she knew exactly how she'd be able to ensure an heir even if Reed wouldn't be around to fuck like he had today.

Her steps were a whisper across the floor as she grabbed her staff and returned to the bed. Reed was propped up on his elbows, his attention now fixed on the one object most everyone feared. There was a clear vase on the queen’s nightstand that normally had flowers in it. Today it was empty. This morning she'd tossed the flowers and dumped the water out of it leaving it for a moment like this.

Farah picked the vase up and pointed at him. "Stay where you are."

Reed's brows pinched together. "What are you doing?"

"I'm not done with you yet." She tilted her head. With one wave of her staff, Reed's arms and legs were spread, held by invisible bindings to the bed. He struggled to move, his eyes widening. "Don't worry, this part will feel good. Until it doesn't."

The mattress dipped under her as she propped the vase between his legs. Carefully, picking up his length and setting it on the vase’s lip.

"I don't get it," Reed stuttered.

He didn't need to get it. Farah just needed more from him so that even when he was gone, she could fill herself with his seed. She could use her magic to help guide it up within her, to preserve the one thing she couldn't give herself.

She waved the staff again. "Come."

Reed's body tensed, his hips quivering as his cock immediately hardened and semen shot into the vase. His mouth opened as he moaned. "You can do that?" he gasped.

"I'm going to empty you," Farah confirmed.

Reed inhaled once before the queen was waving the staff again and he was pouring himself into the vase.

The queen kept at this, not caring that two suitors were waiting in her dining hall. She lounged across the bed bringing Reed to climax again and again and again until nothing was coming from him, until he was begging her to stop, until his entire body was nothing but a trembling mess of exhaustion.

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