Page 40 of The Ivory King

V’alor’s cock swelled, his grip on my ass tightened, and the hot splash of his spend deep inside shattered the shaky control I’d had. His head rolled back, his jaw clenched, and his cock spurt over and over, filling me until I overflowed. Warm seed seeped out of me, making my ride that much slicker.

His fingers left my ass. One hand went to my cock, the other fisted into my hair. He led my mouth back to his as he pumped my prick with expertise. One stroke for every thrust of his still-stiff cock brought me to the edge and then over. I shattered as he smashed my lips to his. Licking into my mouth, he swallowed my cries of completion as my channel squeezed him, milking more spend from him.

I collapsed over him, my cheek resting against his, my arms dangling over his sweaty shoulders. His fist remained in my hair as my body shuddered and squeezed each drop of his essence from him. He turned his head gently to drop a kiss to the tip of my pointed ear, his hand rising to lift, then drop a handful of hair.

“I love the candlelight when it dances on your hair,” he breathily confessed as I lay limp and spent atop him. “It’s like watching gold from the eyes of Ihdos fall down from the heavens.”

“Mm, you are a poetic soul locked in a soldier’s body,” I whispered as my chest slowed. I had no urge to move so I stayed where I was. “I hope to hear your honeyed words every night for the rest of our lives.”

His lips stalled on my ear. “Aelir, that will not be possible come the morrow.”

“But it will.” I rubbed my nose against his jawline and placed a gentle kiss on his lips before sitting up. His prick wassoft now, resting just inside me, the trickle of hot spend seeping from me making me shiver with pleasure. “We shall be together, V’alor.” He began to protest. I placed a finger over his mouth. “Weshallbe together. Please, let me explain.” His expression was dubious. “Let me wash up and then we shall retire and speak into the wee hours as lovers do.”

I rose from his lap, his cock slipping free, and moved to the tub. The water was tepid and covered with soapy scum, but I cared not. With expedience, I shucked off the itchy brown robe, washed his spend and mine from my flesh, and then crawled into the bed. V’alor sat in his chair, robe open, flaccid cock hanging down between his splayed legs, his eyes never once leaving me.

“You are perfection, Aelir,” he gruffly said as I pulled back the covers. I glanced over my shoulder, a flirtatious look, and smiled at my lover. One side of his well-kissed mouth twitched before he rose from the chair. His robe slid to the floor. I slipped under the coverlet, my sight on him as he washed our lovemaking from his skin and padded over to join me. “Tell me now of this glorious future that you think we will have.”

I curled into his side after he pulled the blanket over us. His heart beat strong and true, as always, under my palm. So I began to explain things as they stood now between me, Lady Raewyn, Merrilyn, and him. Each moment that passed, his brown eyes widened until, when I reached the end of the explanation, his mouth hung open. I closed it with a finger under his chin.

“I cannot…” he said, faltered, and then wet his lips to try again. The fire was low now, the glow a soft scarlet that warmed his skin and dark hair. “What manner of feminine skill allows for a woman to…for a woman to be with child and not have lain with a man?”

“I cannot say, nor do I wish to know. A woman’s body is a mystery that greater men than I have yet to truly understand, but Raewyn seems most assured that her maid knows what needs to be done and that all will run smoothly.” I let my mind wander to a bit of knowledge about the elves that called the Black Sand Isles home. The Sandrayan people were not limited in their marriages in any way when it came to more than one wedded pair. Much like us, they were generally freely open to lying with either sex but had taken that personal freedom one step further. They sometimes had multiple-partner marriages alongside traditional two-partner unions. “Are you familiar with the ways of the Sandrayan people when it comes to multiple marriage partners?”

“I am, to some vague degree. They believe that the heart is capable of loving more than one soul at a time.” I nodded. “Hmm, I am not sure I could love another as I do you.”

“And I feel much the same, but many people surely feel differently. Perhaps we could have such an arrangement, but different. One that suits our unique situation?”

He began playing with my hair, combing it absently with his fingers, as he pondered. “Are there laws in the scrolls of Ihdos that pertain to such a unique situation? What would the elders think of such an arrangement? What if the method of impregnating Lady Raewyn fails and you are called upon to lie with her?”

He was right to ask, for there were many possible problems with Raewyn’s plan. “I do not know. We would have to deal with that situation when it arose. As to the legality, I have no knowledge of any laws of Melowynn that speak upon a marriage with more than two parties. Certainly, the elder elves would have knowledge of such.” I felt him shake his head and so I glanced up.

“I am not certain that is a viable idea. Surely four people could not be joined. A king must have his queen.”

“Yes, he must to produce a successor, but might he not also have his royal consorts, and might they not all be joined in a ceremony to pledge fidelity? I think I shall speak to the grand cloisterer about this. If there are no laws against a monarch taking more than one spouse, then we shall simply all be joined as a betrothed group.”

“Aelir, I do not even know either of the women involved. Surely Lady Raewyn and her maid, if they are not fond of the male body, do not wish to be promised to two men.”

“But the ties are strictly political,” I hurried to reply now that this idea had taken root. Why could a rulernottake more than one partner? The Sandrayan people lived in family groups where there were more than one man and one woman. They shared the work and the pleasures—most not sexual, according to my tutors—of having multiple spouses seamlessly. “As long as the kingdom has a noble-blooded heir, the advisors should have no complaints. Nobles and monarchs alike have lovers on the side. The streets and brothels of Melowynn are filled with half-noble elves from their indiscretions. Surely a foursome joined under the eyes of Ihdos would be far better than forcing a king to take a queen that he loathes or making a queen lay with a man she abhors.”

He grew quiet as the fire sizzled and spat sending a few sparks up the flue.

“I think this plan needs to be discussed with all the parties who may be involved,” he finally replied.

I kissed his chest. “We shall talk with Raewyn and Merrilyn!” I shot up and out of bed, leaving him to gape at me as I found and stepped into my borrowed trousers.

“Where are you going?” he asked as he sat up, the cover puddling in his lap.

“To speak to the other parties who are involved. I shall not wait asecondlonger to ensure that you and I are together forever.” I paused with my pants halfway over my ass. “That is if you wish to be bound to me as my husband for the rest of your days? If you do not—”

He tossed the coverlet aside and stood. My gaze moved over him, my breath hitching at his masculine beauty. “Being at your side for the rest of our days would please me more than anything else, no matter my title, but I do not want you to see a gilded future for us before you have looked into all aspects of this idea.”

I jerked up my pants and buttoned them. “If things play out as Umeris wishes I shall be on the ivory throne by the next full moon. Then I shall set forth the laws that I wish. And if I say that four can be wed, then that shall be a royal decree.”

“And if you are not chosen to wear the crown?” he asked, thick arms folded over his chest. He was always the one to look for problems in any plan, which was a good mindset for a guard captain.

“Then we shall return to Renedith, and I will take you as my consort and marry Lady Frostleaf to ensure an heir and the joining of two vills. Raewyn and Merrilyn may do as they wish when the night arrives, just as we will. It matters not where we live, V’alor. I will not spend another day without you at my side. So, do you wish to speak to the ladies with your cock dangling in the wind, or would you like to pull on a robe?”

“You have always been like a hound with his teeth locked on a stick when you have an idea. I recall your rabid fixation with badger pups as an early example of how resolute you can be at times.”

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