Page 83 of Of Sockets Of Stitches
Duke Raise was awake. I moaned at the timing, then moaned again because every lustful fantasy I had ever had about See was demanding to be released all at once.
I ground a few more times on See’s face, then said on the air, “Champions, detain him. I will be there presently.”
I tipped back See’s face, still held aloft by him. His gaze was wild and furious.
“No,” he said hoarsely.
I smirked. “There are queenly matters to attend. I must dress.”
“I can fuck you while you dress.”
“I will be sitting.”
See set me down and jerked the vanity chair to him with his power. He punched through the bottom and held up the remaining frame. “I’ll feast on you from below.”
I cupped his face. “Will you feast on me while Valetise readies me, and while Princess Bring attends to her lady’s maid duties?”
“Yes,” he hissed.
I laughed, then blinked to snatch up my dressing gown. I whipped a tendril of power to fix the chair, then sat in the seat before the mirror. “Valetise. You may enter.”
She did so, and quickly turned from the sight of See kneeling naked in the middle of my bed. I did not, however. I drank in the sight of his erect and glistening cock, there and ready and so desperate for me.
Bothof us were so desperate in lust. But I was not mindless. Never mindless while monsters lived.
See’s face was stony with fury and unsatisfied desire. He pressed his thin lips together and climbed off the bed, unbothered by his nudity, clearly, for he did not stop to collect his clothing.
The door slammed a moment later.
My smirk widened.
“My queen, I am very sorry for intruding,” hushed Valetise as she brushed my hair.
“You do not need to be. You did not know. See has returned to my bed, so I shall summon you each dusk.”
“Will this be your shared quarters from now on?” she asked.
Shared quarters? “These will only ever be my quarters, dear Valetise, but See will slumber beside me between times.”
Valetise twisted my hair into a coil. “My queen? Between what times?”
Times of betrayal.Though my answer could not be understood by simple monsters. Perhaps not even by champions.
Princess Bring blobbed in. “A wonderful dusk to you, my queen!”
I dipped my head. “Good dusk to you.”
“In recent news of queendom, Duke Raise despairs violently upon waking to find his duchess lost and gone, perhaps forever.” The young princess leaked some teary globs at that, then damply drew herself together. “Marchioness Take and Princess Change contain him for now, but they beg your prompt assistance. They are needed at the picket to throw back the clamor of humans climbing your walls.”
Valetise stopped brushing as I glanced at the princess. “How many?”
“The entirety of Vitale’s population, Your Majesty. Those who are within your picket clamor at your wall of bars to get into your queendom. I am awed at their persistence considering their extreme weakness and single dimension. Those who do not dwell within your picket, of course try toclimbthe picket, with the consequence of great impaling injury.”
I stood to allow Valetise to wrap and fasten a simple, silk gown of white around me. The sleeves were full and flowing. The bottom of the gown was overlong and pooled on the floor.
I murmured, “Humans clamor, and in this time where I most need Duchess Raise, I have lost her.”
Princess Bring was wet in her reassurances. “You did not lose her, my queen. She fell into the black sea.”
