SWNOVELS A Throne of Ruin: Chapter 21
I laughed softly as I struggled to get myself back under control. He continued working that razor the whole time, slowly and methodically.
“So, you never said, what did you think of that latest book I sent up to you?” he asked. “The epic fantasy. Did you hate it?”
I pressed on the cloth covering my eyes to soak up the dampness of my stray tears. “I liked but didn’t love it.”
“Interesting. Tell me more.”
“Well for one, the hero. Really, guy? You’re amazing at everything? He stumbled into the king’s guard—literally, because he’d been drinking at a pub—and got a job, because of course a drunk jerk got a job offer, and then he is suddenly the best at it. He knows it all because…logic! His only weakness? A woman. That’s it. He’s a Mary Sue, guy style. A Gary Sue. He’s that guy who saunters into a room, loudly bragging about how great he is, and then mansplains your job to you.”
“Yes…I see your point, though I did enjoy putting myself in his shoes. The young, misunderstood, hotheaded new guy who could have had it all but for the woman of his dreams.”
“Oh, goddess help me. I am going to pinch you if you blame his faults on a woman. Guys always act like sacrificing anything for a woman is a noble gesture. That’s bullshit. Women are always sacrificing themselves for men and children. It’s literally expected of us. What does your big hero do once he gets the woman? He goes back to exactly what he was doing before, only now he has someone else taking care of his personal life. He detoured to trap her, then resumed his dreams and aspirations.” I huffed out a breath. “In the next book, she’ll probably die to give him a hero’s vengeance journey. She’ll be nothing more than a plot device.”
“I think I’ve struck a nerve.”
“Yes. Yes, you have. I’ve spent my life thus far rebelling from all of that, and look what it’s gotten me.”
“Kidnapped into a weird fetish castle, being wooed by a man with a razor trimming your lady beard!”
I broke down laughing. “Yes. All of that, yes.”
“I hear you.” He chuckled and washed water over me. “Let’s backtrack. Were there any books in that last batch that you did like?”
“Yes. The one with the pirates. That one was exciting.”
“Yes, I liked it too. Not many heroes to speak of. Kind of all bad men.”
“Just on the wrong side of the law. They treated the female hostages well.”
“They didn’t push them against a tree and finger-fuck them to a near-climax, true.”
“Yes, and—”
My words dried up as his lips skimmed my inner thigh, this time in raw lust. He sucked and licked until he reached my apex. Once there, he licked up my folds and then to the sides. He kissed the newly shaved area, running his lips over the top and then down to my clit, sucking a little.
Heat pooled hot in my core. He’d distracted me with talk of books, and now the need for him rushed back in scorching deliciousness.
“Shall we move on to the next thing?” he murmured against my skin.
“No, I’m good right here.”
“Let’s do the next thing.” He ran his big hand up my leg, over my hip, up my stomach, and down the side, wrapping it around my ribs. His other hand joined on the other side, helping me sit forward.
After standing me in the water against him, taking a moment to nibble my earlobe and then my lips, he helped me out of the bath. The blindfold prevented me from seeing anything, but soft towels that smelled like fresh afternoon wrapped around me, drying the water.
“Just over here.”
He led me by the hand across the smooth, slightly warmed floors, as though there were a smoldering fire under the tiles. He lifted me, setting me down on a wide bit of leather that hooked on my butt cheeks. Another strap came around to hold me in place. One of my wrists was pulled over my head, tugged up and to the side by a leather strap. Then the same was done to the other.
A thrill went through me as Nyfain gripped my ankle. A slip of leather went over my foot and ran up the back of my leg until it tightened on my lower thigh. The other leg was secured, too, and the ropes spread them wide. I was now trapped and suspended in the air by my ass and limbs.
He held up my head before securing another wide strap under it, helping me support it. In a moment, he stepped away. A small jerk, and suddenly I was lightly turning in the air, my body spread wide and on display for him. Even if I could manage to get my feet out of those straps, I was secured in the others.
“This is a modified sex swing, if you were wondering,” he said, and something rolled across the floor. “Modified because various elements were added to restrain someone. We had three of them in the salon before the demons even moved in. The ladies of the castle have always been into a little kinky fuckery, it seems.”
His hand touched down on my knee and slid down my inner thigh.
“I’d always wondered what it would be like to have a woman trapped in it, completely at my mercy.” His hand roamed over my newly shaved pussy, his thumb running across my clit. His fingers dragged down the side, and then his hand turned, fitting two fingers into my wetness. “Mmm, baby. You’re already so wet.”
He pulled his fingers out, and his two hands gripped my ass. His hot mouth fit over my clit and sucked in pulses. I moaned his name, arching, as he ran his tongue down my slippery folds and pressed it into my opening. His soft growl sent shivers of desire racing across my overheated flesh. He dipped lower still, tickling my asshole before prodding it.
“I’ve always wondered what it would be like to pump my dick into a woman’s ass,” he whispered, moving back up to my clit. His thumb circled my asshole before popping in. Teamed with his mouth sucking on my clit, it was a strange but erotic sensation.
“This evening I’ll find out,” he said darkly, pulling away.
I was breathing hard, incredibly tight in some places and pliant in others, waiting for his next touch. Excited to be used for his sexual pleasure, like he’d let me use him in the woods.
“I said I would never use the demon’s toys,” he murmured, kissing my inner thigh. “But if I use it on you…that’s not exactly breaking my promise, is it?”
A light buzzing filled the space, and then a cold, vibrating thing was set on my clit. I jumped with an “oh!” that quickly turned into a desperate moan. It was like when I massaged my clit, but so, so much better. I whimpered as it set my blood to boiling with delicious pleasure, working me toward orgasm in record time.
“Do you like that, princess?” he asked quietly, holding it there as I squirmed, now pumping my hips.
“Yes, Nyfain. Yes, very much yes!” I climaxed, jolting, pulling my knees wider and back. “Put your hard cock into me, Nyfain, please.”
“Hmm. Tempting, but not yet, princess.” He pulled the thing away. My clit tingled in its absence, and my body floated in bliss.
That vibration sound cut off, and a deeper one started. Another hard, vibrating surface rolled over my clit, this toy larger than the first. It slid down to my pussy before pushing inside. The size didn’t have anything on his cock, but the vibration was fucking amazing, rubbing against the right spots. He thrust it into me and pulled out, speeding up, fucking me with it.
“That’s right, baby girl,” he cooed, pumping it into me as I rocked my hips. “Come for me again. You’ll need to be coming a lot tonight so that I can say I’m as good as one of your book heroes.”
He flicked my clit with his tongue, working the vibration inside of me. I arched, moaning like a banshee, nearly there already, these vibrating things pure gold.
“Faster,” I groaned, tilting up so it continued to hit me in the right spot. “Faster.”
His tongue licked my clit. The vibrating thing sped up, rubbing gloriously. I hit a peak and stalled for two seconds, my body too tight. The need to come so strong it was driving me insane.
“Yes!” I shouted out as the orgasm tore me apart. My groan was long and low as he pulled the vibrating thing out and replaced it with his tongue.
He pulled away, leaving my pleasantly aching pussy open to the chill of the air. He kissed my thigh, and then his hand wrapped around my breast, feeling its fullness.
“Have I told you how perfect you are, Finley?” he asked softly, his fingers replaced with his kisses. “You’re an absolute vision. I can’t believe I am lucky enough to get to experience you like this. To work the everlass with you and spend my days in your company.”
His lips worked down to my belly and his hand followed, sliding over gently. He sighed softly, and then his touch pulled away.
“Ready for more?” he asked, at my head now. His lips touched mine and then applied pressure. His hand cupped my head, and he opened my mouth with his lips, sliding in his tongue. His taste drove me wild, spicy and exotic and delicious, better than any food or drink I’d ever tasted. Warmth filtered through the bond, his feelings expanding the longer we kissed, until I was drowning in his emotion for me.
When he backed off, still touching my lips, I said, “Whatever comes, I’m glad I have this time with you.”
“Me too, princess,” he whispered, kissing me again.
He pulled back, and I felt the smooth head of his cock brush across my lips. When I opened my mouth, he pushed it in, cupping my cheek as he did so.
“That’s right, baby, suck my cock,” he said huskily, and his hand slid down to my neck. “Take it all.”
He pushed it farther in, hitting the back of my throat and making me gag.
“That’s right,” he said, pulling it out as I sucked and then pushing it back in deeper. “Choke on it.”
His dirty talk revved me up. I hollowed my cheeks as I sucked, my empty pussy open to the air, my hands and legs trapped, completely at his mercy and loving every second of it.
He pulled his dick out and moved, adjusting the strap under my head until it was on my neck. Knowing what he wanted, I tilted my head back. His growl of pleasure quickly turned into a groan as he pushed his cock in deep. He pulled out and pushed in farther, almost all the way. Another go, and I accepted all of him, his balls bumping my face. He pulled the strap near my hips, bringing me even closer, and then I felt the first vibrating instrument again, turned on and placed on my clit.
I moaned around the cock fucking my face, pushing all the way in without mercy. My eyes watered, and my throat constricted, my gag reflex active and squeezing his dick. The vibration lit my body aflame, and his harsh treatment of my mouth with his cock built me higher. I groaned and pulled against the bonds, liking the struggle. Liking the violence in our fucking. Loving being bound for him to use. My animal purred in delight.
He pulled his dick out, and spit dripped down my cheek. He left it like that, left my head dangling. He pulled away the vibration, and I could feel the breeze as he moved to the other side of me.
He grabbed my hips and slammed his cock home. My gasp turned into a moan as he used the swing in time with his thrusts, pulling me toward him as he pounded into me. The rhythmic slapping echoed through the room. The vibration touched down on my clit again, spiraling my pleasure higher.
And then it changed location.
It bumped up against my asshole as he ruthlessly pummeled into my cunt. He pushed it in, the feeling a strange violation that I didn’t not like. A moment later, I was a hundred percent for it, the sensation unlike anything I’d felt before.
“Oh fuck, I can feel that through your ass,” he said in a heady groan. “I am rethinking my stance on these demon toys.”
“The demon toys are a go, yes,” I said. “They are a definite go.”
“Can you handle more?” He wiggled the vibrator, meaning in my ass.
Knowing what he was trying to gear me up for—wanting it—I groaned out an assent.
“Good girl,” he said, the vibration lifting. He stalled in his thrusting for a moment. “Just going to keep things hygienic for you…”
I didn’t know what he meant until the first vibration resumed massaging my clit. Clearly he’d wiped it off.
“Thanks,” I said with a grin.
He chuckled as the second vibrator clicked on. The slick, blunt tip hit my ass, his cock still pushed all the way into my pussy. He pushed the vibrator in slowly as the clit vibrator worked me higher. The larger vibrator hit a barrier, and I tried to relax like the heroines in the stories. He started moving his dick slowly, backing out the vibrator before pushing it in again. He must’ve put lubricant on it, because the next time it hit that barrier, it slipped past.
“Hmm,” I said, uncomfortably full at the moment, needing to get used to this second assault to my senses.
He read me easily, leaving it in that position while he slowly worked his dick in my pussy. As my body reacted to his cock and the clit vibrator, he started pushing the big vibrator in a little more. Then more, until it was all the way in.
The fullness was indescribable, and the vibration made everything that much more fucking awesome.
I used my knees to push harder into Nyfain. He took the hint again, putting down the clit vibrator and grabbing my hip. He yanked me back and slammed into me, keeping hold of the second vibrator. Again. Again, and then he started moving the vibrator, too, working it in my ass in time with his thrusts into my pussy. I now knew what that woman felt like taking two cocks. I understood her moans of pleasure. The sensations quadrupled by the feeling of being stretched and full. The vibration, his thrusts, the friction…
“Yes,” I breathed, my nipples hard. “Oh goddess yes,” I said, taken outside of my body. Pummeled. Fucked hard in both holes. On the verge. “Yes!”
I came violently, shaking and pulling my head up, everything going tight. The pleasure vibrated through me. I groaned long and low, and he stopped moving but kept his cock and the vibrator buried deeply, dragging out the orgasm.
“Oh fuck yes,” I said, dropping my head back again. “Again. Fuck me in the ass, Nyfain.”
“You’re so goddess-damned sexy,” he said, pulling the vibrator from me quickly, leaving an empty feeling behind. His cock pulled out a moment later, and my stomach fluttered with the knowledge of what was coming. Another of our firsts together.
“Yes, Nyfain,” I said, desire soaking me. “Fuck me in the ass.”
He swore under his breath, intense lust lighting up the bond. From both of us.
His cock prodded my ass. He pushed in slow, bigger than the vibrator. When he met resistance, the smaller vibrator clicked on again, applied to my clit. He pulled out and then pushed forward, working me, easing past the barrier and deeper. Deeper still.
“Oh fuck,” I breathed out as he seated himself all the way in, uncomfortably but gloriously full. He wrapped his hand around my thigh as he pulled out, and then pulled me to him as he worked back in. The pleasure came slower, but the vibration on my clit patched the difference, keeping me steady. When he got moving, new sensations wrapped around me. Deeper, naughtier. He pumped into my ass, and I moved my hands until my fingers were curled around the straps, holding on for dear life. His grunts set me on fire. My animal soaked in the feelings, loving this. The vibrator sent me over the edge.
“Holy fuck, Nyfain!” I cried out, shaking with an orgasm.
He kept going, though, not there yet, sending me over the edge and then pulling me up so I could go higher and higher yet. Nothing else existed but the feeling of his body.
When he pulled out, likely cleaned off, and thrust back into my pussy, it was like the final piece clicked into place. I didn’t want to do any of this with anyone else ever again. It was his touch I wanted. His heart connected with mine.
He put the vibrator down and grabbed my hips again, his thrusts reverent, the feelings through the bond deep and soulful.
“Come with me this time, baby,” he said, his fingers massaging my clit now. I knew without asking that he wanted this final time to be just us. No vibrators.
I wanted no impediments between us either.
“Take me out of this thing first,” I said. “Take off the blindfold. I want to see you.”
He didn’t argue or hesitate. He stopped, unstrapped me, and lifted me from the swing. He pulled off my blindfold and smiled at me, wiping the moisture from under my eyes from where I’d teared up choking on his cock. I let my gaze travel his handsome face for a moment before settling on his beautiful eyes. He bent to kiss my lips, and I wrapped my arms around his neck. We sank to the heated floor, he on his butt and me on top of him, wrapped in each other’s arms.
I rose a little so he could line us up and sat down again, impaling myself on him. I moved my lips to his ear and murmured the thing I knew his dragon wanted to hear. That thing my animal had said would somehow make him stronger.
“Come inside of me, Nyfain. Brand me as yours.”
He snarled, his arms constricting. He gripped my shoulders with one hand and my hair with the other, holding me tight as he thrust up into me. Rolling me onto my back, the floor nice and warm, he pumped in deeper and trapped me under his big body. There he rammed into me like a man possessed, his primal side taking over and wanting to do exactly what I’d suggested.
Make it more explicit, my animal prodded, right near the surface. Push him harder. Reach his primal side. Incense his dragon.
“Mate me, Nyfain,” I said through pants, clutching his back, digging my nails into his scars. Going a little filthier, shifter-style. “Breed me.”
“Oh fuck,” he groaned, slamming into me, needy and possessive. His grip was tight. His body imposing. He slammed his cock home over and over, the sensations brutal and dominant and unbelievably good. So intense. So consuming.
“Yes, oh—yes, yes…” I couldn’t stop saying it. I couldn’t get anything else out. Just “yes,” over and over, as I relished in the onslaught. As his power slithered over my skin and pounded through my blood. “Yes, yes—”
The world dropped away. Ceased to exist. His touch scored me. His cock branded me.
He bent and bit into my neck, hard.
I cried out as a thrill arrested me. As the delicious pain brought me again to the verge.
“I’m going to come, I’m going to come,” I uttered.
“Not yet,” he replied, his power blistering through me.
I whimpered as he kept going, his teeth on my shoulder, pressing. My nails dug into his back. My animal fought for control, probably to shove him over the edge, but I bore down and held on, not wanting to push it, to force him to claim me through trickery.
Still he battered into my slick sex with hard, dominating thrusts. His teeth scraped. I shivered, pushed higher still as I held back. Fighting the pleasure. Fighting to keep my soul from fracturing, worried I’d never be able to put the pieces back together.
“Come with me,” he commanded, and everything shattered. His roar of climax drowned out my cries of pleasure. He shuddered against me, emptying himself inside of me. I shook under him, holding him tight. My eyes squeezed shut. Waves and waves of bliss crashed over me until I was nothing more than a shaking, whimpering pile of bones and sinew. He’d wrung every last ounce of tension out of me.
In the aftermath, we lay on the floor breathing hard. He kissed me and then rested his forehead to mine.
“There are no words,” he finally said. “No words. That was incredible.”
“More than incredible,” I whispered. “Life changing.”
His lips felt like forever, even though they were really just for now. I tightened my arms around his neck and let a few tears fall, my heart ragged and bloody.
“None of that,” he said softly, sitting up and pulling me with him. He got me settled in his lap. “And yes, life changing. Let’s get changed for dinner. Your night isn’t over yet.”
“You look fabulous, milady,” Leala said as she stepped back and surveyed her handiwork. Her eyes glittered. “You’re glowing.”
Was it any wonder after the sex I’d just had?
After Nyfain dressed me and carried me back to my room, I’d given myself a sponge bath to freshen up. Leala had come up to help me prepare—fixing my hair in relaxed curls and applying a dusting of makeup to accentuate my features. Finally I slipped into the dress, a deep crimson flowing number with a heart-shaped neckline allowing for ample cleavage. It cinched down my waist and slid over my hips, parting at each thigh in a slit down to the ground. A shimmer worked through the fabric, and the mesh overlay gave it a whimsical feel. If he planned on dancing, it would float on the breeze as he spun me around the floor.
I stood in front of the mirror in the washroom and barely recognized myself. I’d never dressed in anything so fine, and nor had my hair and makeup been done to such perfection. Leala was a master, and while it was still weird to have someone waiting on me, I couldn’t deny she did it exceptionally well.
“Ready, milady?” Leala asked, holding the key to the tower.
Nyfain had asked me to meet him on the second-floor landing. Apparently it would be grander that way.
“Are the demons not out tonight?” I asked as we exited the tower and she locked the door behind us.
“They are. Same as always. Tonight, though, they have less power than usual. I’m honestly not sure why.”
Their having less power for whatever reason must’ve been why no creatures came through the portal. Or maybe the portal wasn’t working without the right amount of power? It was something to research. All knowledge was essential when it came to our enemy.
She gave me some distance as I walked down the stairs, my dress spreading out and trailing along behind me. When I was on the second flight, I saw him down below, turned to the side and with one hand in his pocket.
The breath left me, and I slowed.
A perfectly fitted suit molded to his large span of shoulders and elegantly pulled in at the waist. His hair was styled to look artfully messy, long on top and short on the sides. A livery collar lay across his shoulders and draped across his upper chest, the golden emblem of the kingdom repeated in two-inch round gold pieces connected by little golden clasps. Various gems sparkled within them, diamonds and rubies and sapphires.
On someone else it would have been a vulgar display of wealth, but on him it looked immaculate. His poise, his air of ruthless confidence, and the way he held his shoulders displayed exactly what it was—a birthright.
The crowned prince of Wyvern kingdom waited to dine with me.
Suddenly I felt horribly, terribly out of place.