Chapter 39

T he Royal Xar'vathi Ballet Company delivered a superb performance—like they did every year as the opening act.

Tonight, their dancers pranced and twirled to premiere a new routine, an interpretation of the creation of Xar'vath. Nascency , the announcer called it. According to the program leaflet, their swaying bodies portrayed soft dunes rising from the chaotic void, shaped by the hands of our generous Gods. Their raised arms symbolized the ever-burning sun, their fluid movements the water of our oases and the foundation of life amid the desert.

It was compelling by all means. The best dancing company the empire had to offer.

But my beautiful wife, squirming on my lap as I pushed my hand underneath her skirt when the music started … fuck, that was so much better . I could've entertained myself with her body for all eternity. And I meant it when I said tonight would be a punishment for her—albeit a pleasurable one.

I drew my fingers along the scars spelling my name, then down to her slit, finding her soaked. Her bucking hips demanded more, faster, harder. She wanted to get fucked right then and there, but I wasn't in a giving mood.

I felt like being cruel. My throbbing erection demanded I torture her in the sweetest, most terrible ways I knew.

Each time she whined, I slowed down. When she reached for my digits, I stopped. When she tried to speak, I covered her mouth with my palm, her gloss sticking to my skin.

"No talking. No begging. No disobedience tonight," I murmured. "Watch the stage."

Kerys understood quickly.

The next performance, an abridged version of a classic Xar'vathi comedy by the title of Love Fool was less suited to my taste, and I focused on my teasing ministrations.

Laughter rippled along the audience as a clumsy man tripped over the stage, and I pushed two fingers into Kerys's cunt. Her inner walls clamped around me, teetering on the edge of an orgasm. The mirth of the crowd covered her quiet moans while she rocked against me.

I stopped her, using my tail to hold her in place while I pulled out just before her climax gripped her. She shook atop my knees, tears in her eyes and brows drawn as she looked at me over her shoulder, a pathetic whimper escaping her. I sucked at her neck, her hand flying to my head, gripping one of my horns while she pretended to focus on the play.

Emily glanced over at us. I challenged her, holding her gaze until she grinned and turned her attention back to the stage where the male main character followed a gorgeous lady in a silver gown. He presented her with a rose, but she made no effort to acknowledge his presence.

Instead, a group of admirers surrounded her, offering gifts of gold and jewels. The man's facial expressions were exaggerated, the corners of his mouth pulling down into a grimace as every attempt to capture his beloved's attention failed.

My shallow interest waned entirely, and I decided I had granted Kerys enough of a break.

By the time a bearded bard in a gaudy purple tunic entered the stage, carrying a dark, wooden lute, my hand was drenched in my wife's essence. Her breath came in gasps, her features flushed. Those silky thighs of hers quivered as I reached for the plug, pulling it out as slowly as I could.

I put it onto the table, and reached for her face, pushing three digits between her lips, making her taste herself. Her tongue swirled around them, cheeks hollowing as she sucked. I inhaled a sharp breath, my dick fighting to be let out from my trousers.

"That's my good girl," I whispered. "Get them nice and wet before I try your ass. Now lean forward onto the railing, act as if you're really enjoying the music. Don't make a scene, my darling wife. No one can know that I'm going to fuck you in public at the most prestigious event of the year, right under the eyes of the Emperor. We'll be kicked out if anyone notices. Do you understand?"

She whined, the noise almost making me come on the spot. I retreated, and she braced her arms on the railing as I instructed. Her eyes stayed on the bard who was singing an upbeat, cheerful tune that had the audience standing and clapping along.

My hand slithered under her skirt, the light silk caressing my arm. I tested her ass, the gently stretched hole accepting three digits with ease. Her knees knocked as I pushed in up to my knuckles, her muscles holding me firmly.

For a few strokes, I moved with care, letting her get used to the feeling as I twisted and spread inside her. To take my cock would be a far bigger strain than this, but my impatience, my need for her, won over my self-control at last.

I yanked out of her, making her gasp. As I unlaced my trousers and stood behind her, she gave me the briefest glance and smirked.

I flicked her skirt up and held her by the hip, the fabric bunched in my palm. I spat into my other hand and rubbed it along my erection before my pierced head slid between her thighs, along her slick folds.

"You know this is going to hurt a little, don't you?" I asked.

"Yes, master," Kerys whispered, barely audible.

A shudder ran through me as I pressed my tip against her puckered hole. "Do you want me to make it hurt more than just a little?"

Goose bumps pebbled her bare ass as she nodded. "Y-yes please, master."

"What a filthy slut you are, asking for more pain," I grunted, pushing forward.

The bulbous head of my cock pressed inside her. She clenched tight with a groan, and I had to take a deep breath, counting down from ten to not ruin the fun by coming. My thick shaft stretched her as she trembled, taking inch after inch of me.

"How beautiful you look with my dick buried in your perfect ass," I whispered, starting even thrusts, each pulling out to the tip before ramming into her again, my balls hitting her rear. "You were made for me."

"I'm so close," she whined. "Please, Skrain?—"

I tutted, reaching around to her throat, choking her. Thank fuck it was dark in the theater, or we'd really have caused a scene.

"Did you forget that this is a punishment?" I growled just as the bard on stage began plucking his lute, humming the first notes of a ballad.

"You're not going to come until you've earned it, Kerys. Tonight, you're my toy. Tonight, your body only exists to please me, and I will take whatever I want from you as often as I want." I shook her by the neck, and the Gods damned pervert nearly climaxed, her ass pulsing.

The bard announced the title of the song, Nyxis's most famous piece, The Pale Daughter & The Tyrant Prince . Though I enjoyed it as much as the rest of the audience, I tuned out. The first line, once there was a tyrant prince , drowned in the wheezing of my wife and the soft slapping of our skin.

"But now," I said. "I'm going to fill your ass, just as I promised."

It was a miracle I lasted as long as I did.

Finally, I allowed myself to let go.

A full-body twitch rumbled through me, my vision going white as my dick swelled, and the torrent of my lust shot into her.

"Creators," she cursed under her breath as I pulled out. "I almost finished from you coming inside me."

"Oh, I know. I felt it."

My cum began to ooze out of her stretched rear, and I tutted. Using two fingers, I pushed my essence back inside her, and picked up the toy with the other hand, sealing her ass with it. She flinched, disbelief crossing her features.

I grinned, patting her butt cheek. "We don't want to waste a drop, now do we?"

Kerys stuttered while I pulled her upright, smoothing down her dress.

"You want me to walk around like this ? With-with—" she stammered, a delicious hint of embarrassment and panic in her eyes.

"With my cum in your ass, my darling wife," I finished her sentence, embracing her. "All night, you're going to walk these famous halls, socialize and speak to the Emperor with my seed inside you."

"You're terrible!" Kerys chewed on her lip, her expression shifting to mischievous excitement. "But if I behave, you'll let me finish later?"

I shrugged, casually clapping as the bard bowed and strutted offstage. When the lights came back on, the first guests swarmed to the exits for the intermission.

"Skrain," Kerys urged, tugging on my arm. "Answer me."

"We'll see." I smirked. "For now, I need you to focus. We have a plan to put into motion and good impressions to make."

Emily clicked her tongue, though her smile showed her obviously unblemished mood. "How good that I didn't get fucked into a quivering mess … yet," she quipped. "Next time you will have to book a box for me alone, though, so I can enjoy the performances without you two going at it like rabbits. What an inexcusable distraction from the arts."

She laughed and strutted to the exit, pulling the curtain aside, gesturing for us to follow. I guided Kerys by the arm, making sure she could walk. She was unsteady, but her lips twisted upward while she fought for her composure.

It was time for us to put on a show.