Page 93 of The Huntsman's Heart
Then I return to the solar.
Guinevere
My father’s rooms are musty when Robards first opens the doors. I feel bad for giving the servants the trouble of airing and dressing them when my stay here will only be temporary, but I could not bear the idea of staying longer in Melantha’s solar. As much as I wish it wasn’t true, it’s now more hers than my mother’s.
Once the rooms are ready, I stand in front of my father’s modest looking glass and stare at my reflection, trying to find a trace of his daughter there. My hair, I suppose, is more or less the same, though I can’t help but feel it hasn’t regrown as long as it was before the pyre. Everything else seems to have changed. Even my eyes are not the same, their green depths carry a bitter knowledge that was never there before. My skin is far too pale to belong to a living woman. Only my lips retain any color. And though I burned in the square one day ago, after a hot bath, there’s no sign of that in the smooth, unblemished curves of my body.
I have turned this household upside down, displacing their mistress and asking the servants to run after me at all hours. I would not be surprised if many of them no longer recognize me. Is it any wonder none of them complain? They are probably too scared.
I don’t belong here any longer, I belong in the Gloamwald with the other monsters.
In the reflection, I see Alaric approach. Moments later his hands slide over my shoulders, pulling my long unbound hair aside, sending shivers through me. “Tell me what is on your mind, princess. Is it your stepmother?”
I sigh. “No, but what happens afterward?”
“Why do you say you cannot rule?” He catches my eye in the mirror and his piercing blue gaze leaves no room for deception.
“What am I?”
Something passes across his face, but in a moment it is gone. “A queen. The rightful queen.”
“Maybe once, but now? I have brought nothing but trouble here.”
“That is not true.”
I turn to him and away from the mirror. “I have no wish to argue with you now.”
A pale brow lifts. “Oh? This is new. Is there something else you think we should be doing?” His hands slip to my waist, and I know he’s waiting for permission for more. How easy it is to give it to him.
“Yes. In fact, there is. I have gone too long without your mouth on my cunt.”
It is a distraction, but it is what I need right now. I love the way the smile spreads slowly over his face as he gets to his knees before me. “Is that so, princess? Well let me remedy that.”
I grab his hair as he kisses up my thigh, and I direct his mouth to the place I want him, slinging one leg over his shoulder. I sigh as the soft press of his lips and tongue makes pleasure spread through me.
Alaric’s hands on my ass draw me closer, steady me. His mouth on my snatch is just as disorienting as always. I’m sucked into it, lost in the feeling as he explores me. Though he knows exactly where to lick and suck me, he takes his time as if he is enjoying all the parts, sliding the flat of his tongue along the outer lips, plunging it into my opening until my knees buckle.
I’m only too happy to forget about my worries as his lips tease around my pleasure center and finally his mouth closes over the spot making me moan. I don’t force him to hurry. Instead I close my eyes and let him please me with his mouth, with the low groans he makes as he feasts on me.
When I open them again, I find we have an audience. Raban, Corvin, and Évandre wait silently by the open window, though Isee by the way their loincloths are tented they are not unmoved by the sight. When he senses my distraction, Alaric looks up too and smiles. “Are you all going to wait there for the rest of the night?”
Raban returns his smile and something passes between them that makes my pussy squeeze.
“Only say the word and we’ll join you, but I for one do not mind watching,” Raban says.
An idea occurs to me and I grin at Alaric. “Show me how to make them cum with my fingers like you did in the tower.”
Amusement flashes in his blue eyes. “You enjoyed that, hmm? I think they enjoyed it too.”
Évandre colors and Corvin nods. “You might say that.”
I beckon Raban to me and he comes eagerly. “Raban, tonight you will be the vessel for our pleasure and the last to cum.”
“Yes, princess.”
I give him a little squeeze and smile at how his cock jumps in my hand.
Soon we are all naked, arranged on the large bed together. I instruct Raban to lie beneath Corvin where he can take the other male into his mouth as Corvin bends over and lifts his tail, giving us access to his tight hole. With Évandre lying on his back behind Corvin, I can straddle his face and take my pleasure while I follow Alaric’s lead.
