The Tournament (16 page)

"Empty cunt," said the King, squeezing his cock. "I want you to suck my cock, Ruby. I want it so much."

"Come closer," said Ruby. "Let me suckle your finger."
 

"My finger?" The King shrugged and scooted close. "If that's what you wish."
 

Ruby massaged her husband's palm while she drew his index finger into her mouth. She called her magic up from her cunt, such a rush of power that it made her vision sparkle and fade. She made a wall inside her mouth, a protective shield, and as she suckled the King's finger she pulled magic into her tongue, into her saliva.

Beside her, the doctor groaned. She saw him fumble for his cock out of the corner of her eye, hard and jutting.

"She is hot," said the doctor to his brother.
 

Ruby released the King's finger for long enough to ask, "What do you feel?"

"Your tongue is burning," said the King. "It makes my finger tingle."
 

"I'm ready to suck your cock." Ruby looked up at her husband through her lashes and palmed his crotch. "Are you hard for me?"
 

"My balls ache," said the King, thrusting his cock into her hand.

"You can come in my mouth." Ruby licked his finger. "Don't you want that?"
 

The King hesitated.

"Get on your knees for him, Ruby," said the doctor. "Taste the King's cock."
 

The King widened the vee of his open legs and Ruby dropped between them. "Tell me again, doctor," she said, making a fist around
 
his cock and stroking it. "Tell me you want to watch me suck your brother's cock."
 

"I am terrified," said the doctor. "And I am so fucking hard."
 

"That's not what I asked," said Ruby, bending to drag her tongue along the length of the King's cock, from base to tip.
 

The doctor paused, swallowed. "I want you to suck my brother's cock," he said. "I want to stand here and watch you do it."
 

Ruby closed her mouth around the flared head of the King's cock. She tasted the salty tang of his pre-cum. The heat of his flesh warmed her lips. His cock was big, real, filling her mouth. She moaned with pleasure.
 

"Fuck," whispered the King.

"Oh, no," said the doctor.

The magic swelled up from her cunt and Ruby began to suck. "Mmm," she moaned, as her clit began to tingle. "Mmm."
 

She bobbed her head on his cock, squeezing and twisting the base with one hand, fondling his balls with the other. The King tipped his head back and groaned, his fingers light in her hair. Ruby focused the magic in her tongue, pulling and pulling and pulling, as though she would suck his soul loose through his cock, and swallow it all down.

The King's balls warmed and swelled, and soon he had to slap her hand away.

"Too sensitive," he said, beginning to pump his hips in tiny, rhythmic thrusts. "I'm close. Ruby, I'm close."

The doctor, standing next to them, worked his own cock, sliding his fist up and down its length as he watched them.

Ruby closed her eyes, blind from the magic she'd summoned, her tongue numb and nerveless, and sucked.
 

"Ungh," grunted the King, his fingers tightening on her head as a gout of thick, warm sweetness spread across her tongue. "Ungh." He spurted again, filling her mouth, and again, making her drool with it.
 

His cum tasted delicious. Like joy and faith and devotion. She wanted to swallow, so that his seed could blossom inside of her. It would enlarge her soul. She would expand to fit its greatness. She would leak goodness and virtue.
 

"Ruby," said the doctor. "Ruby, please."

"Mmm," said Ruby, rolling it on her tongue.
 

"Ruby," said the doctor, urgently. "Ruby, I love you."
 

He loved her
.
 

Her skin tingled and flushed. The King's seed turned bitter on her tongue, and she spat it out. It landed on the carpet, incandescent, pearly, so beautiful that Ruby wanted to scoop it up and rub it on her skin like lotion. She panted, just looking at it.
 

"I have to have you now," said the doctor, winding her hair around his fingers and twisting her around until she was eye level with his swollen, purple-read cock. "I'm sorry, I have to."
 

He pushed his cock into her mouth and Ruby came. She quaked with the force of her orgasm, her eyes squeezed shut as the doctor cradled her head and thrust. She sucked the cum out of him, swallowed it all, touching her belly while the doctor dropped onto the bed next to his brother. Their cocks, she realized for the first time, were almost identical.
 

"Did it work?" Ruby asked, wiping her lips.
 

"I don't know, but I want to put my cock back in your mouth right now," said the King.
 

"Let me check," said the doctor. He took the King's half-hard cock in his own hand and began to stroke it. When the King was fully hard, pumping his hips to meet his brother's hand, the doctor let go and fingered the King's balls.
 

"A little," said the doctor. "I can feel the difference."
 

"I'll suck him again," said Ruby. "And again."
 

"Yes," said the King, his cock flexing. He stood up.
 

"Fuck my face," said Ruby, still on her knees. "Make me gag on it."
 

"Kneel on the bed," interrupted the doctor, giving his brother a shove. He circled around behind Ruby, grabbed her by the waist, and pulled her to her feet. "I've been craving this cunt for too long."
 

The king stood on his knees on the bed, his stance wide, and the doctor pressed on her back, bending her over. The king palmed her cheeks and brought her lips to his cock, letting her kiss and lick the tip while the doctor fit his big, thick cock into the dripping, hungry hole of her cunt.

"Fuck," said the doctor, entering her slowly. "You are so wet."

"You're going to fuck her while she sucks me off?" the King asked, feeding her a little more of his cock. "Aren't you worried about distracting her?"
 

"It won't matter," said the doctor, pushing deeper. "Fucking makes her stronger."
 

"Then make her come," said the King, holding her head while he pumped his hips shallowly, his cock grazing the back of her throat. "Make her beg for more."
 

"That's too easy," said the doctor, buried to the hilt. "She always wants more."
 

"I do." Ruby moaned. "I want more. Give it to me."
 

Phantom lips began to suck on her clit. The doctor braced his hands on her hips and fucked her slowly, in long, lazy strokes, while the King threaded his fingers through her hair and nudged his cock down her throat.

"Ahh," breathed the King, when Ruby relaxed her throat and he slid in. "That's right."

"So tight," said the doctor, deep in her cunt.

"So good," said the King, pulling out so she could gasp for air.
 

"So good," agreed the doctor, as she began to come.

Ruby shook with orgasm. The King held her head and fucked her mouth and the doctor held her hips and fucked her cunt, while she shivered and convulsed between them. Four hands on her, gentle, supportive, holding her in place. Two cocks, moving urgently, filling her up. And the maddening, impossible magic of the phantom mouth that milked her clit while she panted and moaned, sucked and bucked.
 

"I'm going to come," said the King. He let go and the doctor held her up, his warm, soft hands on her breasts, his cock still and rooted in her cunt, while the King shot his cum into her mouth, sunshine and hope on her tongue, and Ruby savored the flavor of happiness before she spat.
 

"Good girl," said the doctor, shoving her forward. Ruby tumbled forward onto the bed, squealing.
 

The doctor rolled her onto her back and covered her, burying himself inside of her again. "I think of you when I jerk off," he said, fucking her. "I imagine your hungry cunt squeezing me tight or your red lips swallowing my cock."

"Yes," said Ruby, wrapping her arms around his back and tilting her hips. "Yes."

"You'd offer to fuck me and I'd send you away," said the doctor, moving more urgently now, his hips slamming into her, his cock swelling, "but the second you were gone I'd be fucking my own fist."
 

"Yes," said Ruby, grinding against him, clenching her inner muscles tight. "Yes."

"I have craved your cunt for so long," said the doctor, "and you are better than I remembered, and I want it more."

"Give me your cum," crooned Ruby. "I want your hot cum inside of me, I want to hold it there all night, a part of you inside of me."
 

"Fuck," said the doctor, his hips jerking as he spasmed. "Fuck."
 

The doctor collapsed on top of her, then rolled to the side. The King sat down on her other side, stroking her sweaty cheek and sighing. "I think I want to fuck her again before I go to sleep," he said. "But not yet."

"Do you want me to leave?" asked the doctor.

"Stay the night," said the King. "The bed is big enough. Lily will join us soon. Then we can fuck her, too."
 

"Have you heard the noises that Lily makes when Ruby licks her pussy?" asked the doctor.

"They make me hard," said the King. "I like to fuck Ruby while she licks Lily's pussy. I watch Lily's face, and listen to her noises."

"Now I want to try that," said the doctor.
 

"You should. In fact, come to us as often as you want," said the King. "Share our bed. Ruby is going to cure me, and I want to give her something in return. You make her happy and fuck her well."

"I love you," said Ruby, touching her husband.
 

"I love you, too," said the King. He put her hand on his cock, half-hard and growing. "Are you ready? I want you again."

After Ruby strung a bead of cut diamond through her bracelet, dark murmurings spread through the Court.
 

The King improved by the day, milked clean by her lips, but hope made him temperate. He fucked no one but Ruby, whispering his desires in her ear while he penetrated her. And Ruby, reunited with the doctor, exhausted what remained of her hunger on him.

One morning, after Ruby had ruled on several petitions while the King sat silent at her side, one of the King's concubines approached the throne.
 

She was short and fleshy, only the barest wisps of silk draped over her full breasts and rounded hips. "The King and Queen take their pleasures alone, and leave the concubines to carry the King's love to the Court," she said. "We grow jealous, and weary."
 

"What is your request?" asked the King.
 

"Let the Queen show us the way." The concubine glanced at Ruby's wrist. "Let us bask in her pleasure, and her generous spirit, so that we may imitate it."

The concubine wore five beads on her Tournament bracelet, but no diamond.
 

"Choose me a partner," said Ruby.
 

"No," said the King. "I will choose."

"But will that satisfy your concubine?" Ruby wondered. To the girl she said, "You may choose another, if you are not satisfied. And another, after that." Ruby smiled, baring her teeth. "I do not weary easily."
 

The concubine glided backwards, watching the king.

"Steward," said the King. "The Tournament is ended and I have a Queen. I owe you my thanks."
 

"He has a wife," Ruby said. "Choose another."
 

"The Queen is always an exception," said the King. "Is she not?"
 

The Steward tilted his head to the side. Assent. "Yes, my King, she is."
 

"I take no offense if you do not want me," said Ruby.
 

"My Queen, since I first saw you bare-wristed in the Tents, I have watched you fuck for pleasure, and as a gesture of kindness. You have given pleasure to great men and small men, to men young and old. You left each happy and wanting more." The Steward smiled, and the dark eyes in his somber face heated. "Of course I want you."
 

Ruby stood and stepped down from the throne. She loosened her robe and let it fall to the floor, approaching the Steward where he stood. "Show me," she said.

The Steward cupped her bare breasts, flicking his thumbs over the nipples.
 

"Show me," Ruby repeated, reaching out to grasp his cock. He was not a young man, his wooly hair mostly gray, but his cock was hard. An average length but thick, and spongy at the wide, spade-shaped head. "How may I serve you?"
 

The Steward touched his lips to her forehead and temple. He skimmed her waist with his long-fingered, agile hands and settled his grip at her hips, urging her to walk backwards, into the center of the Court where the audience would have the best view, and trailed deep, tongue-wet kisses down her neck.
 

"I will serve you," he said, lowering himself to one knee and covering her mound with his mouth.
 

Ruby tipped back her head and moaned.
 

The Steward licked the folds of her pussy clean. He pushed her legs farther apart and pushed two fingers into her cunt, pumping them in and out, the fingers slightly curled.
 

Ruby caressed her breasts and plucked the nipples, her eyes drifting shut. "Mmm," she moaned, scratching the Steward's scalp.
 

He cupped her ass, pushing her cunt into his face, and tightened his lips around her clit. He mixed sharp, rapid pulls with light flicks of his tongue, making Ruby tremble and shake. "I can't hold myself up," she murmured, holding onto his shoulders. "Oh, fuck."