Page 128 of Knight's End
Epilogue
Istruggled to wipe the idiotic smirk off my face as I stumbled into the hidden cottage. It was disguised by sand dunes to look like nothing more than the desert. It was where I kept people I didn’t want found.
"You look so happy. It's good to see you looking so well," the stupid young bitch smiled as she opened the door for me and bowed, her dark ponytail dipping low. Her breasts dipped out of her low top, distracting me.
I looked away and ground down on a smile. "Make it stop. I don’t want to be happy."
The teenage beauty looked up at me. She wasn’t the first to be shocked by my demand. She was the first to keep her neck after her slight hesitation. Because if she failed me, my aching balls would make her pay the price with her mouth. And a severed head didn't provide nearly as good suction as an attached one did.
My hips pumped the air at the thought. I almost lost track of my goal. "The sarding bitch wished for me to be orgasmicly happyall the time."
For some sarding reason, that magic forced me to crave orgasms. I reached them randomly, sporadically. I was constantly in a state of near oblivion. I had to fight for every ounce of concentration I had.
Everything made me want to erupt. My hands reached for her breasts of their own accord and I squeezed. The plumpness alone nearly made me lose my head.
I backed away; a thousand years of self-control my only weapon against this sarding ridiculous emotion.
I closed my eyes and my secret, youngest concubine giggled and clapped her hands over her mouth. I hadn't had her long enough yet for her to be truly scared of me.
"That sounds amazing! But you want to get rid of it? I can't completely get rid of another wish. You can't go back to what you once had you know."
The stupid teenager recited one of the oldest known rules of wish magic.
"I know.”
"Can you tell me exactly what the wish said?" She asked, tilting her head in a way that made me want to slam it down onto the marble floor.
I restrained myself. I'd already killed three idiot advisors before the rebellion had erupted. I needed this problem fixed. My country was going to shite. “She wished that I’d be happy every day for the rest of my life. As happy as if I were having an orgasm—” Seed shot from my cock even as I said the word. My head tilted back.
But I’d had so many orgasms lately that they’d ceased to be enjoyable. They’d become a burden. A menace. A dangerous moment when someone might attack. Because that sarding bitch had turned me into a joke.
Even the teen whelp in front of me wasn’t scared like she should be.
Her khol-lined eyes narrowed. "What do I get if I help you?"
My smile stretched wide. "Your life."
She sniffed. "That's not enough. I wish that once I snap my fingers, you'll never be able to see me or find me or anyone I love ever again. I wish you wouldn’t remember me or think of me ever again."
I hated granting wishes. Wishes were for plebeians. As Sultan I was owed payment, I didn't make it.
But I could hardly see straight, much less think. That stupid little bitch from Evaness. She’d get what was coming to her. "Fine. Granted." I spit out. I couldn't even be unhappy about doing it. The sarding wish! My mind was constantly at war with my body. My body was thrilled, content. I wasnot.
My concubine smiled. It was a smile so similar to my usual face—calculating and predatory—that briefly I wondered what her name was. But then I dismissed it as unimportant.
The stupid harlot giggled. "That wish was brilliant. She didn't attack you in the slightest. But she defeated you all the same.”
"Yes," I yanked on the girl’s ponytail, wrenching her face back. I pulled my hard shaft from my pants and pushed it toward her mouth. "Now say something useful. Or suck me off." My dick throbbed painfully. Even though I’d just come in my pants, I needed to come again. I felt it building, and a stupid, open-mouthed expression formed on my face.
She yanked out of my grip and danced away. "What is the point of that? You already feel like you're having an orgasm!"
I growled, ready to grab her and force her to my will.
But then the girl said, "I've got it! She said every day but not every minute of every day!" She danced over to the window, delighted with herself.
I wanted to kill my advisors all over again. How had they missed that? They deserved worse deaths than they’d gotten.
"Now wish," I commanded.
