Chapter 17

Chapter Seventeen

If princesses should witness kings,

The moon must witness boons.

How she must blush.

I awoke, and the feeling was unlike that of waking on a cloud, and more like the feeling of waking on a dining table naked but for the skirt pooled high around my hips.

See was touching me, and the deepest parts of my sleeping mind had known it. He circled my entrance and the unexplored tightness of my ass. His power palmed my breasts. Lazily.

I could not recall falling into slumber like a new monster might, but after hours to experience the sensual creativities of his power and to hear his sinister whispers in my ears, my slumber was no wonder.

I was moaning and could assume this had been going on for some time. The small whimpers would not have filled me with pride usually, but to come awake whimpering was a different experience, for my usual defenses were not erected. I might have hastily built them now, yet the pleasure without them was heady.

Consuming. All night a slight barrier had existed between us, that formed by the transactional coldness of our arrangement. That was gone.

“Did you sleep?” I asked, and sleep filled my voice.

“No.” The single word was almost angry, and I could pinpoint him looming over me to watch my sensual, sleeping show from as close as possible.

Disconcerting. But I was consumed and would not give up the feeling yet. I kept my eyes closed, and my breath hitched when his power slipped through my folds.

My body was fevered by his efforts. My mind was scrambled. Goodness, but I felt quite capable of submitting to anything he wished.

Dawn must be near, and so he had watched this slumbering and whimpering cabaret for hours. Had I found fulfillment in that time? I expected so.

My entire body felt languid and tender and plump. If this was from his mere power, as shockingly creative as that was, then I could only imagine what his true touch might feel like.

I sighed a breath, unmoving and otherwise quiet as See pushed me to fresh fulfillment with nothing more than circles and kneads. I was his creature right now. He knew it. I knew it. There was a peace to that knowledge, for I felt content and sure of his ability to satiate me. He felt content and sure of his ability too.

There was a trust in that, and a trust in sharing this defenseless place, even if we had not intended to share such intimacy.

The shakes of pleasure racked me, and after, I opened my eyes at last.

I could not see his features other than the darkness over his jaw, but what a sensory delight, for I could hear his low, tortured groan when he glimpsed my blue eyes, and I could feel his groan on my stitched cheeks. In my eyes, he saw that I was his. Our bodies had found some alignment for us. Maybe a deeper part of us too.

Just for now.

Just until dawn. But perhaps King See had learned something of his claiming madness tonight.

I kept my eyes opened while recalling everything I had said at his demand, and everything I had done in the throes of pleasure.

My cheeks warmed, and he groaned anew.

“No, maiden,” he hissed. “What we have shared cannot embarrass. You have reduced me to dust this night with your abandon. An eternity alone had been made worthwhile under this moon. I should have granted you far more for what you gifted me.”

All I had done was allow him to make me scream and plead and cry and laugh and moan—all in the name of delicious acts—while See would return to his kingdom and his hand.

I would go to King Bring satiated and with no desire or lust.

See was more filled with lust than ever.

That did not suit me. I could not think that would help in madness either.

Yet I was a recent monster and a new queen, so could I do anything? His power could touch me, but could mine touch him?

I released my power, then tilted my head back over the edge of the table to better see his clothing and the blur of his face. Tentatively, I pushed my power outward. I had ballooned my power before but had never defined a shape. See could splinter his power into any number of tiny strands to feather over my patches. He could do one hundred unexpected things in the name of pleasure.

As it was, I managed somewhat of a flat paddle shape. Had my defenses been raised, I might have grimaced, but a night spent existing as a plaything had lent me confidence, as had this defenseless dawn.

“I have never touched another,” I whispered, and screams had scratched my voice to lend it huskiness.

See stilled. He quit breathing.

I stretched my power to the king. “I am aware of what I wish to do to you. I fantasize like any monster. Since I met you, you have been revealed in dribs and drabs, and each revelation casts me into a wild spiral for more. I would do much to you in time.”

I rubbed the flat of my power up the front of his thigh.

See jerked where he stood over me. His reply was a guttural demand and a plea. “I have dreamed of your touch one thousand times over, maiden, and dream must become nightmare if obsession continues its way with me. Deliver your fantasy without fear. I yearn for the smallest touch from you.”

Inside I purred, for I wished very much to have him plead and flatter me in this way.

“Most of my fantasies cannot be,” I told him. “But more than anything, I fantasize about your fulfillment. I cannot see your face, but there are other sensory delights to enamor.”

His inhales were harsh. He widened his stance in a masculine way that called to my sensual instincts.

Keeping a tight hold on my power, I rubbed the front of his belted trousers. I could feel the resistance of his flesh through my power. Ah, yes. I see how this might go.

See’s urging groan held the rumble of an impending earthquake. I rubbed again, and he dropped to one knee.

I rolled over on the dining table to peer over the edge at him, then smiled, a cat with a mouse. Motivation to unravel him called to me like a siren. “Undo your belt and trousers, sir.”

I did not trust in the finesse of my power to do that.

With one hand, he did so, and then he rose up again. He stood strong, but this king would return to his knees soon enough. I liked him better that way, as he did me.

“Touch me, Perantiqua,” he urged.

Purrantiquaaah.

See squeezed his power between my breasts. Pressed as they were against the table, his power had to open a tight path between them, and once that was achieved, he surged and retreated his power in rhythm.

I did not give him what he had demanded.

“Can you feel pleasure through your power?” I asked, staring at the area he had revealed by undoing his belt. If only I could make out more detail.

“I cannot. I find pleasure in knowing that I do it. To you.” He broke off with a ragged exhale as I drew the flat of my power against where I felt his cock to be.

I could feel the weight of it, and the outline, but I felt particularly cheated the sight of his cock eluded me. While I wished to see his face most, I had just learned this part was a close second.

I curled my power around the lengthy weight to form somewhat of a ring, carefully attuned to the feel of his flesh. I did not wish to misstep and lose the powerful feeling of seductress.

See stayed upright. His shoulders shook, but the king remained standing, still pulsing his power between my breasts. Standing.

I moved the ring of my power up and down his cock.

See hissed and dropped to one knee again.

“Better,” I purred, and then I set a cruel, torturous sliding pace. He was often not in a rush when I wanted him to be.

He had denied me.

He had made me wait in writhing desperation.

I dragged the ring up and down his length. He enjoyed when my power descended to the base and bounced on the weights under his cock. I pushed a small wisp of my power to stroke over them, and delighted in a king’s menacing curse.

He liked that a lot.

See pressed his power into my mouth and dove to the back of my throat. I understood soon enough that he wanted me to cough and choke. Midnight had shown me that he especially liked when saliva built up and then had nowhere to run except over my chin and breasts.

I did this for him now, all the better to unravel him. I wanted to witness his fulfillment.

I abandoned my recline and rose on my knees on the dining table. I rested back on my heels, and his power spread my knees wide. Though my position change had robbed him of fucking my breasts, he seemed eager enough to switch to circling my ass.

“You want to try that, don’t you?” I asked.

See was a trembling, kneeling thing. He didn’t answer.

I stopped moving my power up and down his length.

“ Do not stop ? — ”

“I asked you a question.” The rush was undeniable. How did he leash his seductor? Because he had spent all night making me his creature while never pushing me too far—and him a partly mad claiming king. I could feel that See was already mine, but I greatly wished to deny him so that he might kneel and crawl at my command always.

My seductress wanted him in chains, and she was very convincing.

My inhale shook out of me.

His power circled my ass again. “I will fill all parts of you, yes. Then I shall fight for eternity to the last that fills all parts of you.”

See struggled with his seductor as I did with my seductress. There was a fitting balance there.

“You cannot explore that tonight,” I replied.

I stroked him again. Lazy. Torturous. While my sight of him was bitterly unclear, I could feel his hardness more and more. I could smell his sweat and hear his delightful torment.

King See was bursting.

And all for the simple strokes of my power, nothing more. If only he knew of my other fantasies.

See’s shaking intensified. I could feel the roar in him, and I moaned low as his state affected mine. I could not hold back from slipping my fingers between my folds and circling.

His cock swelled when he looked up, and the sight of me pleasuring myself was his undoing. But no sooner did I feel him unraveling, than I understood the enormous danger of my proximity to him.

See had fathomed this sooner than I.

He blurred away so quickly that my eyes could not track him, though my ears were filled with his ground-shaking groan.

King See rested his large white hand against the archway, shoulders heaving and neck craned as he roared his fulfillment and shook the very world. His undoing fueled my own, and I sighed through my climax, blinded by lust at the sight of him.

Greater than my most elicit fantasy.

King See came unraveled wondrously. His roar went on, as did his shakes, and only as the soft wave of my pleasure receded did his magnificent unraveling quieten into panted breaths.

The world must have shattered for that was the trembling feeling of undoing this immortal monster. He had given over with abandon as I had.

He had fallen to one knee and confessed his desires to fill me first and last.

He had also recalled my nearness in the frenzy of pleasure, and if he had not, I might have been forced into ancient slumber.

Queendom had changed King See, and yet in the depths of what we just shared, and at the height of his lust, he had protected me.

“Maiden,” he said hoarsely. “You have given me great pleasure this night.”

I swung my legs off the table and my skirt whispered into place. I was bare foot and had been for some time. My corset had landed in the fire, but my ripped blouse was intact enough to cover my breasts for a dawn stroll to my chambers.

I wrapped myself in the blouse, then padded closer to King See. He had not moved from the archway, though his trousers were undone. I could see the splashes of his fulfillment on the copper floor. If only I could capture this image of him to hang on my personal walls, for I warmed all over again.

Yet if I did not stop our exchange now, then See would do his best to make me miss the picnic with King Bring.

I did not wish to tarnish what we had shared with agenda. I could not be sure that we would ever share such a thing again, not given the state of us.

I caressed my power down his tense back and nearly sighed at the monstrous strength in his shoulders. Would I live to touch him with my hands? Would I live to see his face?

Ancients could not be so ruthless as to deny me. “I have upheld my side of the detail, sir. You will uphold yours.”

A fresh tremor worked through him, and the king must be beyond words still for he did not reply.

“I must rest now.” I added, “Good morning to you.”

The air changed, and that was enough to warn me.

See’s voice was milder than I had ever heard, and mildness from this king should not be trusted. “Touch him, Perantiqua, and I cannot be sure of what I will do. I swear the direness of this to you as dusk becomes dawn.”

A warning.

One I believed.

One I would heed, but he did not need to know that. Because his warning disrupted the trust I had sensed between us after our night. He had taken a hammer to our new alignment with his warning. I had not intended to touch Bring at all, but now See had reminded me that what we shared last night was a transaction.

This was a monstrous game we played, a game that ancients started, but that we were left to figure out and finish.

Whatever other one thousand conflicts existed between us, there was some surety to—that I was a queen and he was a king. Sometimes I would need to act as a queen without fear of his madness. So I would not start this dawn. “As to that, King See, I can only say that you are king of your actions. And I am queen of mine.”