Page 158 of Evil Hearts

Chapter 7:Kyliana

F rustration pools deep within me as I make my way back to my room, the bond with Xaug demanding I return to his side. That was the absolute perfect date but if Mother finds out that the Orc King is my mate, she won’t rest until I use it against him to steal the throne. I open the door to my room after what feels like an eternity of wandering and lunch is waiting on my dresser. I scarf it down quickly, the savory flavors satisfying my appetite. Grabbing my phone I settle onto the bed with my reading app and open up the last book I started, a dark romance with enough smut to make a grandma blush.

Page after page, I devour the novel until the maids deliver dinner and the sun begins to sink behind the hills. I lock my phone and place it on the nightstand, getting up to stretch. The need to clear my mind after the heart-wrenching chapter is too strong to ignore as I pull open the door, relief pouring through me that they hadn’t decided to lock me in again.

I venture out into the hallway, the darkness embracing me as if we were old friends and giving me comfort in a new place. I make my way down different hallways admiring artwork and decorations while popping in and out of random doors finding a lot of bedrooms and bathrooms but also a large kitchen, a dining room fit for at least eighty people, and a sprawling library that makes me want to hide in there forever lost in the worlds the books offer.

I halt at a cracked open door before me, recognizing it as the throne room I was brought to earlier, the voices on the other side hushed and sultry. My succubus perks her head up a bit ready to take over and have a good time but the sight before me threatens to shatter my very soul. My betrothed and mate bond sitting on his throne made of solid, deep gray slate and the armrests adorned with emeralds. His pants are around his ankles and a sex slave on her knees in front of him. She is taking one of his dicks in her mouth and the other in her hand as she works to bring him to climax. Xaug’s head is leaned backward against the throne, his eyes closed as if it’s the best shit he’s ever felt and looking like a god with his deep green skin and pronounced pink lips. He moans softly and fury and hurt race through me like a hurricane ready to destroy every ounce of his fucking throne room.

Bracing myself and shuttering my emotions, I step from my spot in the shadows.

“Is this the dinner that was so fucking important?” I demand, knowing the Oath we took and our mate bond is amplifying my emotions and doing my best to temper them. Xaug’s eyes snap open as he seeks me out, surprise etched on his face as he pushes away the sex slave, his dicks flinging freely from her grasp and swaying from the force and giving me a clear view. Both dicks have got to be at least a foot long each, their girth that of a soda can with skin-covered blunted spikes slanted along the sides. Goddess those things are monstrous! I look up to see Xuag smirking with his arms crossed over his chest and my cheeks heat with embarrassment at being caught ogling him until I remember who the fuck I am. I don’t need a reason to ogle my future husband.

“See something you like, Princess?”

“You mean like a woman on her knees for my mate and soon-to-be husband?”

“Oh, come on Princess! It’s not like you didn’t have a few back in the Underworld.”

I scoff. “Yes, I did. Before we got betrothed and figured out we are mates. Don’t you fucking dare deny it either. The bond calls to me like a long-lost friend.”

He pauses, the smile dropping from his face as he waves his hand to dismiss the sex slave before crossing the space to reach me.

“If you don’t want me to have a sex slave then you’ll need to fill the position yourself. Unless you’d rather take a sex slave as well and leave me to my business. I feel the bonds the same as you do, I just won’t let them control me.”

His arrogance enrages me but more than that, the thought of another person touching him again is making me increasingly stabby. I consider his proposition thoroughly, the monstrous dicks before me still standing firm and begging for attention.

“You’ll never get me on my knees in submission but I can get on my knees for this purpose as long as there are no more sex slaves. You will not so much as look at another woman from this moment on. I will not marry a man that can’t or won’t keep his eyes and hands to himself, I don’t care the reason for the marriage.”

“I can agree with that. One more thing though, Princess. No touching yourself either, not even with objects. If we are going to agree to be exclusive then no one else gets to touch your beautiful cunt or make you orgasm but me. Do we have a deal?”

“If I can’t touch myself then you better do a damn good job of making me orgasm because my succubus half is very fucking demanding,” I say, heat building to a crushing depth in my body and the bonds attempting to pull me to him.

“Is that so, Kyli? Well, let me go ahead and get started so you don’t have to suffer. I will take you any way you want, anywhere you want and shatter you to a fine powder just to kiss you back together again. Every. Fucking. Time. You want me to yourself, Princess? Well now you’ve got me and I won’t stop until you can’t function without my dicks buried so deep inside of you that you taste them.”

I feel as though I’m going to combust and my feet are moving before I realize it, carrying me straight to my ruin. We crash together in a fit of heat, passion, and love, as his strong arms band around me, pulling me to him with the force of a tornado. His lips capture mine and fire floods my veins, my need for him so overwhelming I think I might explode. Much to my dismay, he pulls back far too soon. He rips my shirt from my body, encircling my breast with his mouth and swirling his tongue around the sensitive bud before moving to the other one and repeating the motion. I let my hands roam over his well-defined body, working to memorize every part of him.

My roaming hands reach his bare cocks and grasp one in each hand, my fingertips inches away from being able to encase his girth fully. Rubbing my hands up the lengths of each cock, I enjoy the feel of the soft yet firm spikes protruding from the sides as I pull my body away from him and drop to my knees in sensual worship. I suck one cock in my mouth, my jaw stretching wider than it can comfortably go while taking his other in my left hand and his sack in my right. I’m rewarded with a deep groan of pleasure when I begin sucking him into my mouth and pumping his cock while massaging his balls. I pump harder and harder, drawing him closer to his orgasm while making myself wetter with the feel of him.

His sack begins to tighten when he pulls himself away from me, a dangerous growl leaving him.

“No. I want to bury my seed inside of you and while your throat is a fantastic fucking alternative, I much prefer your pussy,” He says, pulling me to my feet and beginning to slide my pants from my body, the sudden cool air puckering my skin.

He picks me up and holds me to his chest as he walks us to the throne, setting me down on the side of it and leaning me over the arm of the smooth stone. I feel him settle in behind me as he grabs my hips, his dicks rubbing against my back and sending waves of anticipation through me. Notching one dick at my entrance, he starts slowly working into me, the spikes hitting every sensitive spot the deeper he goes until he is fully sheathed inside me.

Stilling a moment to help me adjust to his size, he presses his other cock into the same entrance and slowly pushes in, stretching my body in a delicious but painful way and I gasp as I feel myself tear a little. He pauses long enough for me to catch a break and then pulls both cocks out agonizingly slow and slams them back into me, my body shaking from the force. He sets an excruciatingly fast pace, hitting every amazing spot before pulling out and then tearing back into me with quick precision making me scream in both pleasure and pain as my orgasm builds to heights I’ve never experienced.

One hand wraps around my throat and my walls clench around him, his dicks twitching ready for their own releases. With one final slam, I scream my release, coming apart and trembling from the force of my climax. I feel him spill inside of me with a roar that echoes off the throne room walls. Our panting fills the air as we remain still while trying to recover. He removes himself from me and carries me to another room, laying me in a soft bed and climbing in behind me.

“Sleep, Princess. I’ll have the healer come by in the morning when I get back from my morning meeting. I want to hold you tonight. The bonds are finally content now that we’ve given into them. You are mine in almost every aspect of the word and once we marry, you will never have to leave my side again.”

A comfort I’ve never known resounds in my chest and my body relaxes as he pulls me firmly against him, wrapping me in his warm arms and sliding the blanket over us. If this is my future, it may not be so bad. Maybe Mother is wrong and he is the perfect king for the Orcs?

A steel resolve settles within me. I will not harm the Orc King. Instead, I will marry him and rule at his side, watching for any and all who wish to challenge us.