Page 25 of Trial By Fire

“The Barons in the Barren Lands. What do you want them to do?” he asks.

“Tell them nothing.” Let them die for all I care. How dare they leave their posts? How dare they not stand and fight for the cause? Instead, they run back to the very place we were determined to leave behind. Magicless, living destitute in a place not fit to take a shit in.

“But—”

I cut him off, stepping into his face once more. I can see his Adam's apple bobbing up and down as he swallows. A small amount of satisfaction curls in me at his fear. “Do you question me, Mauro? I said tell them nothing. Useless people deserve to die. If they can’t figure out what to do, then they are no longer useful to me. Now leave.” I shove him, the pathetic cretin he is, and turn, walking further into Maurelle’s private chambers.

The high vaulted ceilings and the warm fire burning in the fireplace are a welcome sight, her scent hits my nose, and I breathe her in deep. I relax instantly. She will know what to do. I glance toward the gold four-poster bed, and my dick strains against the zipper of my trousers.

“Fuck.” Adjusting myself, I cross the room to the minibar, where a decanter of Fae wine makes my mouth water. I quickly pour myself a glass and down it in one go.

“FUCK!” I toss the wine glass into the fire. How did I lose everything in only a matter of hours? Treason? I guess I didn’t do enough to instill fear into the Regions. Taking up arms against me. ME! Treason? I will kill them all. Torin, Adrian, and Gale. My son. My disappointment of a son. They are all marked men. How could Dravyn betray me? I begin to pace, trying to figure out what my next steps will be. My muscles strain underneath my tux. I need to let off some steam. I need to fuck.

“Where the fuck is Maurelle?” I mumble to myself, looking toward the minibar for something stronger.

“Careful. You might want to keep your wits about you. We have a ball to attend.” Maurelle’s voice slides down my body like honey, rich and deep. My dick twitches, I grab it, making a show of adjusting myself to ease some of the pain.

“Don’t,” she says. I can hear her heels as they hit the floor, and I turn to admire her gorgeous body as she approaches me. Her hair is straight tonight, her tiny gold dress barely covers her ass, and her tits are just begging to be released. Gold straps wrap around her smooth brown legs leading down to her metallic gold stiletto heels. To finish off her look, her dark crown makes her look like an avenging goddess as the onyx stone sparkles in the firelight.

“Don’t what?” I ask, my voice hoarse, thick with arousal as she finally stands in front of me and runs her hands down my chest, stomach, and finally, my cock. She cups it, then squeezes, and I groan.

“God, Maurelle,” I moan, my head tips back as she strokes me along my hardening length.

“This cock belongs to me, Thaddeus. You, belong to me,” she whispers as she leans in close to my face, her lips are so close we’re almost kissing. She picks up speed, and I try to pull away before I come in my pants, but she holds me in a vicelike grip, keeping me planted in place.

“Maurelle. Please,” I beg, panting. She looks me in the eye, and smiles, then releases me. Walking away as if the moment hadn’t happened between us. I stumble and collapse into a chair. I’m so fucking turned on. I watch her ass as she walks away. Desperate with need to finish myself off, I go to unzip my pants.

“A little birdie told me the Regents have taken back Arcadia from you.” She sorts out a drink of wine for herself, then turns to me. My dick immediately deflates, her face is all seriousness as she stares me down. I quickly zip my pants and sit up straighter in my chair.

“How did you find out?” I ask as she purses her lips at me.

“Oh, please, Thaddeus, your ears are my ears. You don’t take a shit without me knowing.” She drinks her wine as she looks at me. Her eyes assessing me, looking for weakness like the predator she is. I hold her gaze, I wouldn’t dare look away. She would eat me alive. She fucking terrifies me, and I want her. Setting down the glass, she approaches once more. I spread my legs wide to allow her to stand between them as she stops right in front of me. Her breasts are at my eye level, but I don’t dare look, her long gold nails lift my chin until I am looking directly into her hazel-green eyes.

“What do you plan to do about it, Thaddeus?” she asks, searching my eyes as if she can already see my answer. “Are you going to let them take what you won fair and square?” She tilts my head, digging her nails in deep, almost drawing blood. Always with a smile on her face. She waits, when I don’t speak right away, she leans forward and bites down hard on my lip. I groan from the pain. Then she licks me in the same spot. Damn, this woman is toxic. I fucking love it.

“I haven’t had a chance to think about it, really.” I can see the disappointment in her eyes as she shoves my head to the side and tsks. She takes her hands, slightly lifting the hem of her already extremely short dress and straddles my lap. I groan as I feel the heat from her pussy. I bring my hands around to cradle her ass in my hands and pull her forward. With a wicked grin, she grinds down hard on my cock. Fuck, she’s not wearing panties.

“Let me give you something to think about,” she says as she begins to roll her hips, my cock springs to life, the arousal from before is back with a vengeance. “We have Cordelia.” She leans forward, catching my earlobe between her teeth, and I gasp. “They will do anything we tell them to because we have their mate, their precious Queen Cordelia.” She rolls her hips harder, her breath picks up, and she doesn’t miss a beat as she continues to speak. “After tonight, after what I have planned—there won’t be much of the queen left.” She moans long and loud, the thought of torturing Cordelia exciting her more than I ever could. Reaching down between us, she unzips my pants. Pulling my throbbing cock free, she lifts up, then slams down hard and takes me inside her in one go.

“Fuck, Maurelle,” I groan as she begins to ride me slowly. I am putty in her hands.

“So, you see. We have all the power. Well, I have. Do you understand?” I can hardly pay attention to what she’s saying until she slaps me hard across the face. It only makes my cock pulse harder. My eyes focus on her, and I will the blood to rush back to my head so that I can think straight.

“Oh, God, yes, I understand.” I force out, and she uses me for her pleasure. I can’t help myself as I reach up and pull back the fabric of her dress to reveal one of her delicious breasts. When she doesn’t stop me, I take it as permission to lean forward and take her nipple into my mouth. Her head falls back as she begins to ride me faster, chasing her orgasm.

“I...have...it...all...under...control,” she says between pants as I swirl my tongue around her nipple, then bite down hard. Her pussy grips my cock so tight it feels as if it might snap off as her orgasm hits her hard. I use my hips to thrust up, pushing myself deeper as she continues to fall apart. My balls tighten, I throw my head back, chasing my own release, when suddenly she stands and steps away from me. My eyes go wide, my head shoots forward as she walks away from me.

“Get back here and finish this, Maurelle!” I yell in frustration. I know I shouldn’t push my luck, but if she wants me to beg, I will.

“Make me.” She looks over her shoulder, biting down on her long nail, teasing me. This crazy-ass temptress. Her dress is still pulled up over her hips as she walks toward her bed, ass swaying invitingly. Precum leaks from my cock, slick with her pussy juices, and I lose it. I cross the room, and our bodies collide. I slam her into one of the bedposts, and she grips it tight as I kick her legs apart and slide my cock into her pussy from behind.

“Oh. Oh!” she moans, and I smile. She wants to play with me. Fine. I wrap my arm around her waist and hold her to me. I fuck her, no, I punish her pussy for running away from me. Her body is limp, she barely holds onto the bed as I take out all my failure, all my pent-up aggression out on her. My balls tighten, as my orgasm builds once more. I move her hair away from her neck and bite down hard into her delicate flesh.

“Yes!” she screams. I reach around and stroke her clit, wanting to feel her squeeze my cock once more.

“Come for me, my queen.” My thrust into her is harder. Both of her breasts have fallen out of her dress, I grab one, pinching her nipple with one hand whilst I pinch her clit with the other. She cries out, coming once more, and I follow not long after. She collapses in my arms as I continue to circle her clit with my cock still buried deep inside her. I turn us and sit on the edge of the bed. I continue to fuck her, even with my cock beginning to soften. I love being inside of her.

“Are you better now?” she asks breathlessly, devoid of emotion. Stilling my hand, she stands, and my cock weeps as she walks away from me.

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