Page 28 of Fae Crown

When her moans became loud enough to drown out the chatter to my left, she began to writhe beneath me. Once more, when I sensed her commands rising upher throat, I kissed them silent. I palmed both of her breasts.

She groaned, long and guttural, and I drew back so I could take in her tits apart from the rest of her, as if she were nothing more than a collection of body parts—exactly how she saw me.

The queen was merely a body. I was merely a body. Our audience wasn’t there at all. Did they even exist if I didn’t register them there? What was existence anyway?

If I didn’t view myself as a victim here, would I still be one? Behind the fading numbness of the umbrac poison, I knew the answer. I refused to reach for it.

I swirled my lips and tongue across her tits until her hips bucked. I squeezed and nipped and flicked, and when I sensed it was no longer enough for her, when she reached for my dick, found me not hard, and squeezed so brutally it had to be punishment for my lack of arousal, I didn’t delay.

I slunk down her body, propped her knees over my shoulders, and pressed my tongue to her slit.

Instantly, those punishing fingers that had drawn blood from Elowyn earlier flopped onto the bed, loose and open.

Elowyn, that’s right. It’s Elowyn, not … it’s just Elowyn. Elowyn, who wore her heart and courage for all to see in a court where evidence of either was dangerous.

I licked the length of the queen’s pussy, lapping up her juices as if I weren’t holding back a gag. I spreadher legs wider and sucked and rubbed and licked at her clit until she was bucking and screaming beneath me.

As her ethercrest crashed over her, she cried out my name.

The cunt.

The motherfuckingcunt.

She dared to cry outmy namein the throes of pleasure as if I had any agency at all in this. As if my earlier proclamation of myeagerness to pleasehadn’t been a play on the battlefield, an entire clan at my back, the duty of their protection solely on my shoulders.

She was forcing me. No matter what I said or how I acted.

And she damn well fucking knew it.

When she panted, telling me to soften the touch of my tongue, when she pressed her ass into the bed with such force it was obvious she was trying to escape my stimulation, I gave it to her all the more.

I licked and sucked and pressed—fucking hard—with my tongue and teeth and lips until she was again writhing with her pleasure. And this time, when she cried out my name as if we were true lovers, I nipped at her clit.

The rest of my name died on a startled gasp.

I wanted to rip and rend and tear every part of her body that had come together to deliver her gratification. I hesitated with that temptation for several long beats during which her chest heaved and her head lolled to one side. I’d never seen her so vulnerable, so open.

Perhaps it, too, was a show.

I could claw at her cunt and her tits. No one would stop me in time before I hurt her in at least some small way. That attack would, of course, do nothing to kill her, and it certainly wouldn’t further my cause of ridding the Mirror World of her sickness. But fuck, would it satisfy a deep, twisted part of me that her darkness was now touching.

My own chest heaving, I rose to my knees and stared down at her. While temptation whispered its musings, she eventually opened her eyes to stare up at me, licking her lips. Her mouth curled with delight. I didn’t know what to make of it. Were these more theatrics? Was she just insane?

Her gaze raked down my chest to my dick.

Undeniable evidence that I despised her despite my own performance.

She scowled, her nostrils flaring, surely scenting her own arousal. Her eyeballs jittered, and I surrendered to what might be my imminent death.

If it was to come, then let it come now, before I was forced inside her. Before I knew what it felt like to give over something intended to be so sacred to the least sacred person I’d ever known.

A cry from our audience grew sharp and suddenly loud, only then drawing my attention to the mutingwhooshthat had churned in my head, blocking out the background noise.

A few hearty guffaws skittered darkly along my skin. I refused to look to locate their sources.

Then … another cry, this one as pained and broken as I already felt inside.

I didn’t mean to, I didn’t want to, but my head turned toward that pain anyway.

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