Page 16 of The Bone King and the Starling

Lying on his stomach, he presses a kiss on my lower abdomen. “How many males have brought you pleasure like this?” I know he speaks of his mouth on my mound and I feel heat ravage me thoroughly.

“N-none, my king,” I whisper.

“And none ever will.” I don’t know why he’d say words so cruel to me when I am already at his mercy. “When you think of pleasure from now on, I am all that you will see. My body, my cock, my seed. I plan to empty inside of you several more times before the night is through, if you can take me?”

He’s asking me? I don’t quite understand, but remember, only one night. One night is all I get. I nod. “Yes, my king.”

“Calai,” he corrects.

I don’t respond. He closes his eyes and nuzzles his nose into my stomach. “I want your virginity in all ways tonight, little bird. I have had your mouth and your pussy. I will take your asshole next, but I will be as gentle as I’m able.”

His words rile me, as salacious as they are, and I feel a clenching in my lower abdomen, muscles working I did not know existed before. I gasp high and breathy and lock my hands on his shoulders as he comes to cover me and begins kissing me in earnest once more. I notice that he did not ask me when making his last request — no, proclamation.

I am delirious with pleasure and panicked as his body rubs over mine. His cock is hard again and slides easily inside.

“I can feel your sex clench around my cock,” he says in between kisses up and down either side of my neck. “You may not be able to walk tomorrow, but you will not need to. I will ravage you tonight, but I will not leave you to ruin.” His words are shaky — a warning for me or a reminder for him, I am not certain which.

Then he picks up the pace, his cock hot and hard as it slots into my body cleanly, my inner muscles shoved roughly aside to accommodate his massive girth.

The juncture of my thighs is sore and angry as he shifts his hips, picking up speed as he pounds up and into me. From this angle, looking up at him in the darkness of the candle-lit room, I watch as his face darkens to a deep red hue and the vein jumpsover his forehead. His neck bulges and his burly chest flushes and I bounce beneath his cock, my front rubbing madly over the red hairs layered atop his muscled body. The friction against my lower half is so much…it’s too much…

“Are you coming?” he says, brows drawn.

Our eyes are locked and my mouth is open, but I don’t answer. I just nod and mewl desperately as another pleasure sensation roars over me and I lose myself to it. “Fucking hell,” he grunts, turning to steel. He jerkily slams his hips into mine, his balls slapping the underside of my body. He buckles a little as his head drops into the curve of my neck and he roars so loud it makes my ears ring.

I feel a surprising surge of wetness between us and afterwards, his body softens. He kisses me everywhere, lips slow at first before they pick up speed. He kisses and kisses me and my slow lips merely accept the offering, too drugged to keep up. “Now for your other hole,” he says, and I don’t know what he means until he slips his cock out of my vagina, leaving his juices to leak lower between my ass cheeks.

He maneuvers his hand between us and my whole body startles when I feel the sudden press of one of his large fingertips against my rear hole. “This…” I start.

“Shh,” the king says, sounding almost angry. “I won’t rut you fully, you’re too tight. But I will seed you here.” His gaze flashes to my lips. “And maybe your mouth one more time.”

His finger pushes inside of me all the way and I flush with pain. I cry out. The king captures my cry with his mouth. “You’re pleasing your king so well.”

I gasp as he forces me to meet his gaze. “That’s it,” he whispers. “Tell me who’s inside of you right now.”

Tears wet my eyes. I don’t understand how I can feel so brutalized and so treasured all at once. His finger in my…where I never ever would have thought I’d be penetrated…feels largerthan his cock did in my vagina when he took my virginity. And now he’s come for the rest. “M-my king…”

“No.” His finger starts to move inside of me, the lubrication of his seed the only thing making this possible at all. “Answer incorrectly again and I’ll add a second finger.”

“King Calai,” I whisper in a panic.

He shakes his head and the pressure in my bottom increases two-fold when he stretches my ass hole with the addition of another digit. “Shh, little bird. Relax and it will be less painful.” He brushes my hair back from my face. “I am sorry for this, but I need to claim all of you tonight. I will be easier on you tomorrow, should the gods allow it. But tonight, my need is too strong. Tell me who is inside of you and I will help you come.”

He sits back onto his heels suddenly and his other hand starts to gently rub the place on my body that feels like lightning. Swollen and prominent now, my spine arches the moment he touches it. And then the brute tortures me by removing that hand and sliding the fingers in my rear end all the way inside of my body up to his palm.

Burning fullness fills me and I wail, “Calai! Calai… Calai, you’re inside of me.”

“Yes, I am, my love.” He removes his hands from my rear hole all at once, climbs over me once more and plunges his hot, hard length easily inside of my vagina. “You take me so easily now,” he grunts on his next thrust. “Just a wet hole for my pleasure.” His words are unkind, so why, then, does a fist in my chest clench? I feel my hips tilt up to meet his next thrust as his mouth comes down onto my own.

I kiss him back until he wrenches away from my lips and hisses, “My little virgin whore. So well used now. A bed for my cock and receptacle for my seed and mine alone. I will lie in bed with you every night and seed you a thousand times over until your belly is full with my heirs.” Heirs, he says, not bastards.

My jaw starts to tremble. He grabs it. His touch may border on severe, yet is nowhere near as cruel as his hollow words are as he makes me promises that he has no right to make. He cannot simply claim a wife by choosing her from a crowd and fucking her. There are permissions to be obtained, doweries to be paid, ceremonies to be performed, sacrifices to be made. He offered to take me for the night and keep me for the night alone. When this is all over, I may very well be pregnant with his bastard and he will be gone, to begin this cycle anew in the next village he comes across.

That sense of betrayal washes over me again and for the first time tonight, I’m able to ignore the voice in my mind freeing up my insecurities and enabling me to enjoy this. It’s only one night, I think bitterly and I turn from him, moving my face away when he tries to kiss me again.

His touch turns rougher. He grabs me beneath the jaw and forces me to look up into his face. “You’re mine.” He sounds upset. Angry even. Mad. “Your cries are mine, your breasts are mine, your whimpers are mine, your hot cunt is mine, your ass is mine, your future sons and daughters are mine, your skin, your hair, your hopes, your fears, your wants…desires…it’s all mine. You are mine, little bird.” His thrusts are uneven, but that doesn’t matter. He’s rutting into me fast, at a pace my quivering thighs could never hope to match. His fingers dig into the soft flesh of my ass and I cannot…hold on…

“Every part of you is mine,” he whispers, voice softening as he pecks at my lips while I utter little whimpers. “And I am yours. Calai belongs to you, Starling.” He savages me and I am ashamed to be consumed by it, because the pleasure has battened me down like rope to my wrists and ankles and I cannot move except to scream and lift my hips, arch my back and release for him with tears in my eyes and wounds on my heart.

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