Page 106 of Deviant

With a light tap that no one else can see, Magnus signals that he’s ready.

I pick up pace, taking him back into my mouth, and I start bobbing my head quicker, hollowing my cheeks, sucking him further and further down my throat, while I let out one long moan after another so everyone here can hear how much I’m truly enjoying this moment.

He’s not meant to do it, he’s not meant to be touching me in anyway, but he reaches down, pinching my nipple, and I gasp at the tiny hit of pain.

That almost painful grip around my head tightens, he slams his hips as far as he can. His cock jerks in my mouth, his come spurts down my throat and I can feel how he’s reacting, how he’s becoming a complete, trembling mess as he roars his release.

I look up, meeting his piercing eyes, and I know that that power, that love, all of it is reciprocated. Oh, we may have started off as adversaries, we may have started off with him owning me, controlling me, holding all the power, but now we truly are equals.

He pulls out, dragging the very tip of him across my lips and I smile up at him, waiting until he has fully covered himself before I lick my lips and savour the last lingering tase.

With one hand, he helps me back to my feet.

And I feel like I’m some sort of goddess, some mythical creature from antiquity. I feel like Venus herself having performed some fertility rite, while I’m surrounded by my worshippers. My heart slams into my chest, my body aches with a desperate need for something that right now, I know I can’t have.

My dress is still parted, my entire body is still bared for everyone to gawp at. I sneak a look at Titus and Elaine, and they’re staring, open mouthed, clearly torn between shock and annoyance at how we’ve more than proven our point.

Magnus dips two of his fingers between my thighs, swiping enough that I can see the wet smear of my arousal as he brings them back up to his lips and he sucks them in one by one.

“Delicious as always,” he says, loud enough for not just me to hear.

My cheeks flame, my body shudders and part of me is so close to just launching at him, to giving into it and fucking him now in front of them all.

But that would be too far. Far too far.

The master of ceremony steps forward, stating that the ritual is now complete and both our candidacies are accepted for Chapter Lord.

I can’t tell if he knew what we were going to do or not, but as my eyes drop, I can see the hint of a bulge where his dick is.

Clearly, he enjoyed the spectacle before him. And we all know where half these Lords will be headed tonight. Oblivion is going to be filled to the rafters with them. Of course, Magnus is no longer running it. Technically, he’s still in charge but he’s passed the reins to Conrad, who was apparently only too delighted to step up.

That great chime rings out again, this time counting six times. They won’t ring again until a Chapter Lord is selected. Until they declare that it is Magnus who leads us all.

I go to move but Magnus squeezes my hand, commanding me silently to wait.

Ahead of us, Titus and Elaine all but storm off. It’s hard not to laugh at their behaviour because they clearly thought a one-minute blowjob would make them the heroes here. Too bad on that front.

The crowd starts dispersing. Two very clear and distinct groups form, and I know it’s our faction versus theirs.

Through the middle Antonio walks, his eyes fixed on my husband. With a broad smile he congratulates him, silently announcing to everyone there exactly who his loyalty sits with, and a murmur spreads through the crowd and around us.

People must have known who he was backing and yet such a public display will certainly grease more wheels.

He hugs Magnus like a brother and then he leans in, speaking as quietly as he can that there’s a problem.

“What is it?” Magnus asks, keeping his own voice barely above a whisper.

“Conrad is missing.”

“Excuse me?”

“He hasn’t been seen in days. No one has heard a thing from him.”

Magnus glances at me and, to my surprise, I see a flicker of concern there.

“Have the Esau got him?” I whisper.

Magnus shakes his head like he wouldn’t believe it was possible, but he pulls out his phone and types away, no doubt putting Dustin onto it, and then, as if nothing were amiss, he pockets it and once more takes my hand.

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