The Tournament (10 page)

"Oh, yes," moaned Ruby, beside herself. "Oh, my King. Yes."
 

"Tell me what you want," said the King.

"I want you to fuck me."

He pushed through her entrance, eerily slick. "Tell me again."

"I want you to fuck me." Ruby reached for him, to caress his chest and arms, then snatched her hands back. "I want to touch your beautiful body. I want your perfect cock moving inside of me, and the muscles of your arms hard and straining as you hold yourself above me, the weight of your chest heavy atop mine."

"You may," said the King, still so tentative, just the tip of him inside of her.

Ruby caressed his arms. She pressed her face into his chest, drinking in the scent of him, the heat of him, the steady thump of his heart.
 

She traced his shape, from his broad shoulders to his narrow waist and hips, and touched the firm, clenched muscles of his ass—but she did not pull him tight against her, or try to force what he had withheld.
 

"So gentle," said the King. He eased into her then, the membrane making his cock glide without friction. It was strange for such a big cock to slip inside her so easily, and made him feel less human, less connected to her. "So hot."
 

"Yes," urged Ruby. "Fill me up."
 

He pumped shallowly. "Is that good?"
 

"So good." Ruby moaned.

"Am I hurting you?"

"I want it," said Ruby. "All of it."
 

He thrust hard, then. "Like this?"
 

"Mmm," said Ruby.

He angled his next thrust to go deep. "Or this?"

Ruby wrapped her legs around his hips. "Yes."
 

He never touched her clit, not even for a second, but it didn't matter. Ruby came again and again as the King fucked her. She shivered uncontrollably and clutched him tight, tucking her cheek against his neck, delirious with pleasure.
 

And he was tireless. He turned her onto her stomach and onto her side. He raised her up on her knees and palmed her face down, cheek against the gritty stone floor of the grotto, while he took her from behind. His cock never wilted or drooped, no matter how hard he fucked her.
 

She would have accused him of using magic, like his brother, if she did not know that mages were forbidden from taking the throne.
 

At last, he rolled her onto her back and raised her legs up over his shoulders. "I'm going to come," he said. "Look at me. Look."

Ruby looked into his burning eyes, rested her palm on his sweat-dampened neck. "I want to see your pleasure."

"I'm coming," he said, fucking her in tight little bursts. His pupils dilated and he ground his cock into her. "I'm coming."

He never let her feel his weight, rolling away as soon as he'd finished, and Ruby was sorry. She watched him peel the membranous glove off of his cock and tie a knot in the neck, trapping the semen inside.
 

"This will have to be a secret," said the King. "Don't tell anyone that I have visited you, or fucked you."
 

"Even your brother?" Ruby asked.

"Especially my brother," answered the King. "Can you do that?"
 

"Of course." Ruby reached out and laid her hand over the King's. "I am so pleased that you came to me. And I am pleased to keep your secret."
 

"I should go. I'll be missed soon." The King put his clothes back on. "Can I visit you again?"
 

"Always," said Ruby.

Later that day, Ruby collected a bead of cut aquamarine from the Steward, for passing the Fifth Trial, and let the doctor examine her. Though the King's sheath made his fucking feel slick and easy, being pounded by his giant cock for so long had left her sore. She worried the doctor would quiz her, and that she'd have to lie, but he assumed she'd been used hard at the Trial and treated her without comment.
 

He was distracted.
 

"The King cannot keep the Army in the capital any longer," he explained, as he walked her out of his tent in the Pavilion. "He's sending the regiments back to their posts, and they'll be marching out over the next few days. The tents will go down tomorrow, and all the soldiers have made time for one last visit. Many have been rough with the aspirants—and these are the late-comers, girls who were too scared or indecisive to enter earlier."

"I thought you seemed distracted," said Ruby.
 

"I am exhausted," said the doctor. "It hasn't been this bad since the day the tent opened. The soldiers went mad, then. They were fresh from the war and brutal."

"If the aspirants have stayed long enough for you to treat them, they must be brave." Ruby said.
 

"They are," the doctor agreed. "But I've missed you."
 

"Me too," said Ruby. "I didn't enjoy the Fifth Trial. It didn't make me feel good."

"That's always the way with the courtiers," said the doctor.

"They reminded me how wonderful you are." Ruby gave the doctor a hug. "And how much I love your cock."
 

"Thank you, Ruby." He hugged her back, holding on for a moment when she would have let go. "I needed that."
 

Ruby returned to her tent, where Lily was eager for news of the Trial. She had heard the Palace gossip, and wanted Ruby's account of what had happened.
 

"Did you really make Lilac come for ten minutes straight?"
 

"I don't think so," said Ruby. "Ten minutes is a long time."
 

"And did the courtiers really fuck you one after another, without making you bathe yourself in between?"
 

"They did," Ruby admitted.

"They're usually very picky," said Lily. "They want us to be perfect for them, and give them pleasure without receiving any in return."
 

"I made a man with a small cock happy," explained Ruby. "That made them curious."

"It would," said Lily. "But I wish the King had chosen you for himself."
 

"I saw his beautiful cock, and it is perfect," said Ruby. "That's enough to make me very happy."
 

"You don't mean that," said Lily, snuggling close and reaching for Ruby's breasts. "You need me to make you feel better."

"Oh yes," Ruby agreed. "I do."

Lily crawled between Ruby's legs and began to lick her pussy. Ruby threaded her fingers through Lily's long, silky hair, encouraging her with little mewls of pleasure.

The flaps screening the entrance to Ruby's tent parted and the doctor walked in, a small magelight illuminating his way.

Ruby squeaked.
 

Lily sat up, her mouth shining with Ruby's oils. "Doctor," she said.
 

"Don't go," said the doctor, surveying Ruby's tent. It was pristine and empty. "You were licking Ruby's pussy, Lily. I want to watch you. I want to see you make her come."
 

Lily crawled between Ruby's legs and lowered her head to press hot, tingling lips to Ruby's core. Ruby cried out, startled, and again when Lily parted her lips and lapped at Ruby with a burning tongue.
 

"Oh, fuck," said Ruby, panting.
 

Next to the bed, the doctor watched and stroked himself to hardness.

Lily groaned with need. "You taste like sugar," she said. "Like summer fruit."
 

She licked hungrily, eager and sloppy. Each stroke of her tongue sent spikes of impossible pleasure rippling through Ruby's body.
 

Ruby began to shake with orgasm, but Lily didn't gentle her touch. She grew more intent, stabbing her tongue into Ruby's cunt, trying to lap up every drop.
 

"That's enough, Lily," said the doctor, dragging the servant onto her feet. "You need cock now. Not mine. Go."
 

Lily left and the doctor lowered himself onto the bed, where Ruby lay gasping.

"I'm sorry for sending her away," he said. "But I'm tired, and I don't want anyone else."
 

"Let me ride you," said Ruby, struggling up to a sitting position. She directed the doctor to lie down where she'd just been. "Let me be on top."

"You are so good to me," said the doctor, palming her breasts as she lowered herself onto his cock. "So good," he repeated.

"Taste," said Ruby, leaning forward so the doctor could suck her nipple. She rotated her hips, pressing her clit against his pubic bone and sending a shock of that magical, orgasmic heat through her belly. "Mmm," Ruby moaned, shifting lower so that she could rub herself against him.
 

She roused as she rode him, shaking away the cobwebs of sleep and pleasure. The doctor was so tired that he let her set the pace, passive as she rose and fell atop him.

"That's good," said the doctor, caressing her thighs. "Keep doing that."
 

"I'm going to make myself come again," said Ruby, working herself up to it. "Just grinding on you."
 

"Take your pleasure," said the doctor. He slid his hands up to her hips and his grip firmed. He began to thrust up at her as she ground down on him. "Take all you want."
 

When the orgasm was still bright within her, the doctor flipped her over. "Is that all?" he taunted, rising up on his elbows. "Let me help."
 

He thrust deep, and sent her back to her peak. "Again," he commanded, sliding out and pushing back.
 

Ruby threw back her head and groaned. She couldn't tell if it was magic or skill that kept her orgasm from ending. Maybe both.
 

"That's right," said the doctor, pumping faster. "So beautiful."
 

He gave her his weight, heavy and limp, before rolling to the side.
 

"Thank you," he said. "I needed that."
 

"Whenever you want me, I am here for you," said Ruby.
 

"I know," said the doctor, fitting her back against his chest.
 

Ruby fell asleep in his arms.

The next morning, while Ruby ate her breakfast on a blanket in a perfumed meadow, Onyx walked by carrying a plate.

"Sit with me," said Ruby. "I have been wanting to congratulate you. You are such a wonderful cocksucker, and I think you deserve your diamond bead."
 

"Thank you," said Onyx, sitting across from Ruby with her legs folded. "Tasting the King's cock was the greatest experience of my life."
 

"Perhaps you will be Queen," said Ruby. "And I will be able to tell everyone that I witnessed the King and Queen's first time together."
 

"I will never be Queen." Onyx looked down at the ground and her shoulders slumped. "I failed the Sixth Trial."
 

"But you are so beautiful and hot," said Ruby. "You are everything that an aspirant should be."

"Now that I have tasted the King's cock, I don't want anyone else," said Onyx. "I thought I was ready for the Trial, because I want his cock so badly. There's nothing I won't do for another chance to swallow his cum, and beg him to fuck me. Nothing! But—"

Onyx fell abruptly silent.

"I understand," said Ruby. "You can't tell me what I will face when it is my turn."
 

"I'm only here because I want to see him before I go," said Onyx. "Nothing so wonderful will ever happen to me again."

"I will be sorry when you leave," said Ruby. "I would have honored you."

"Perhaps you will advance farther than I did," said Onyx. "And you will finally taste the King's cock. I wish that for you."

"I do too," said Ruby, but found that she couldn't eat or enjoy herself after Onyx left. If Onyx had failed the Sixth Trial, when she was so hot and skilled, how would Ruby fare?
 

She wasn't ready to go home.
 

Ruby asked permission to leave the Pavilion grounds and walk one of the trails that wound through the Palace gardens. The guards let her through and she soon found herself alone in a forest of shade trees, their leaves glowing like emeralds in the light.

She was shocked to find the King waiting for her in a small clearing where sunlight poured like honey over a carpet of pale flowers. He slouched against a tree, arms crossed over his naked chest, wearing only a pair of light, thin trousers. His scarred arms bulged with muscle.

"How did you find me?" she asked.

"I am the King." His cock stirred, lifting the fabric of his trousers. "Nothing in Morrow is hidden from me."
 

"How may I serve you?" Ruby asked.

"Have you kept our secret?" asked the King.

"I have."

The King released the tie on his trousers, revealing his perfect cock. Ruby's mouth went dry, and she dropped to her knees.
 

The trousers slipped over hips to land in the dirt, and he kicked them away. "Come a little closer," he said.

Ruby crawled forward, until her lips were close enough to touch the ripe, flared head of his cock. It took all her strength not to close the final distance, not to reach for him with the tip of her tongue.
 

"How badly do you want it?" asked the King.

"I want what you want," said Ruby.
 

"And if I want you to suck my cock?"
 

"Oh, please." Ruby fell back on her haunches, afraid of her own desire. "Please," she begged.

"No." The King opened his palm to reveal another sheath, rolled into a tiny ring. "But I will fuck you again. Get on your hands and knees."
 

Ruby obeyed quickly, so that he would not see the tears in her eyes.
 

He knelt behind her and fit the head of his cock against the mouth of her cunt. "Tell me, Ruby," he said. "Are you eager?"

"Fuck me with your perfect cock," begged Ruby, her cheeks wet. "Make me feel good."