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Chapter Twenty-Four

Fate was filling

H e set me on the edge of his very high bed and then captured my mouth in a kiss. His thick fingers worked through my hair, then whispered over the curve of my breasts and across the plain of my stitched stomach.

“Regrettable,” See grunted as he gripped the crotch of my underwear and pulled gently. The material was nothing against his strength.

I had already sliced away the front of his trousers. He freed his length, and as he leaned forward, I leaned back to allow him entrance.

See looked directly into my eyes.

One hundred words to speak, and I could fathom none. I just panted and returned his silent gaze. The gaze held as he pressed at my entrance and held as he worked a huge hand under my ass.

My gaze widened as See eased in. My body worked to adjust to him, and I clung to his upper arms until he sheathed all the way. The fullness. My breaths were quick. His magic had filled me many times, but See had the ability to adjust the shape of his power.

He could not adjust the shape of himself.

“Are you ready?” he asked.

My eyes widened further. “What for?”

King See gripped my hair and whispered in my ear. “I am going to fill you for the first time. I am going to fill you always.”

My thoughts were swirling with the impossibility of being fuller than I already was when he slammed all the way in. I choked, torn between the pulling hold on my hair and the foreign stretched sensation deep within. His cold laughter echoed in my ears. This moment was delicious for him. See was drunk on the feeling of what he had taken.

“She is mine at last. I was the first to fill her.” He dragged my head higher and hissed in my face, “I will be her last.”

A mad king. I had not seen him in some time. I strained higher, wincing slightly, and kissed him. “I want for no other.”

“And you will not.”

“I will not.” Mad kings needed such sweet-talking. I relaxed down and he released my hair and placed his large hand beside my head.

I winced again with his movement.

He smirked. “Have I hurt you?”

“I used you to hurt myself,” I answered.

He liked that more, as did I.

The king hummed. “There is little challenge in taking your mind off that. You are shackled to my touch.”

I frowned at his word choice, and then gasped as he pushed my breasts together and laved attention on them. He had been right. The pain we created faded quickly, pulling away from deep in my stomach. “Move.”

See chuckled. “No challenge at all.”

He retreated a short way, and I hissed at the sting’s return. He slammed in again, and I screamed. Not in pain.

See’s chest rumbled at my shocked look. Such twinging of promise. I had half sat with the surprise of how good his cock felt. This whole time, I had believed the feeling of his power inside me to be the most exquisite sensation.

But this.

“See,” I said, and I could not say what emotion I spoke his name with. But I might as well have said another word entirely.

Move.

He pulled out farther this time, drinking in my every reaction. My every awed and trembling reaction. See pulled all the way out, and then hovered at my entrance. I felt empty. The walls he had left behind pulsed and throbbed.

“Do it,” I pleaded.

See eased back in with grating slowness. He pushed on my stomach to stop the wiggling of my hips, and then he cursed low. A curse of pain. “I can feel myself in you. Under my hand.”

How could he exist for me? How was that possible?

See peered into my gaze and soul as if he had heard my silent words. “Where did you come from?”

A different version of my question—how could he exist for me?

See glanced up again and scooped my ass higher as he settled into a rhythm. A steady rhythm. Not torturously slow, nor desperately fast. I recognized the pace; it was a claiming pace. It was a sure pace. The pace told me that I was his.

I shuddered, feeling my toes curl. My hands closed to fists, and See forced them open again, interlaced his fingers with mine and held my hands on the bed. I arched up. “It’s so much. The feeling. Please do something.”

But if he sped up, I might scream my way free altogether. And if he slowed down, I might truly lose my mind.

He rocked in and out of me languidly and fully. Our skin acknowledged every trip with a soft slap. I ran my arched feet up his calves and swept my hands over his shoulders. See lowered until my breasts crushed under his chest. We were touching as much as monstrously possible. His body slid down, taking my legs with his hips. They rose again as he buried into me again.

A bead of sweat trickled over my temple. Or was it a tear? “See. Please. It’s unbearable!”

I gripped his face and kissed him, letting my cry fall into his mouth. My breath hitched in a sob, and I kissed him—fully and deeply and without fear of being too desperate in my pace. He pressed his tongue into my mouth to return my kiss, and every plunging taste only reminded me of his cock plunging between my thighs.

I sighed and gave up the straining battle to kiss him. His body sliding on mine and in me. I could not fathom anything. The friction of his thighs against mine. My toes curled. I arched my breasts higher and sobbed again when he closed his mouth around my nipples.

I sucked in a breath as the feeling changed.

The fullness was there, but the overwhelming nature of his presence shifted.

Ah. I shifted my head aside as my body flushed with warmth.

“That will not do for me, my darkness,” See hushed.

With colossal effort, I returned my dazed sights to him. Milkiness. Chalky white. So much of him. Never enough.

I halfheartedly lifted my hands to grip his arms, but they fell away as what we had created rumbled in me. It approached like a sandstorm. There was no point trying to survive it. My arms fell like weights to the bed, and I did not look away from him, though my focus drew inward without any hope to do otherwise. My body trembled in totality. It trembled and then shook. I was limp, naught but a pebble leaping on the ground in the midst of an earthquake.

See pulled back once more.

And then pushed all the way in.

A soft “ Oh ” fell from my lips, and a sweating See lowered his face close to mine. Heat rose in me in a wave, and at the peak of it, I shuddered. I shuddered, and I did not stop because the heat did not dissipate. I was trapped in it and slave to it. This feeling. Ancients had not prepared me for this. There was no tension in me. No fight. No resistance.

See did not miss any bit of it. He did not stop moving either.

I gasped suddenly at a brief break in my shaking. I gasped as if for air. I had been dragged across the ground, but now I could kick and claw again.

I found my voice to scream. I dragged in another breath and turned my head to shriek. His name. My demands. The impossible entirety of whatever this was.

“Perantiqua.” He turned my face back. “I will have it all.”

I sobbed on the bed, feeling my tears running onto the sheets. “There cannot be more to give.”

“But there is, my unclaimed queen.” He kissed me then, and I latched onto the distraction as though in a mindless fever. See broke it off and kissed down my neck.

I panted and the slight keening edge to every breath was the least of my concerns. The fullness of his cock was not so unbearable now, though heat still flushed me and trembles remained.

See pushed forward, and his eyes glazed. “You will never feel fuller than when I am about to find completion. Until we share that.. you remain too untouched and too free of me.

Nerves settled deep in my stomach at the idea of more fullness.

He withdrew and rested on his side beside me. He inserted his middle finger in me, and I sighed, deeply grateful for the smaller size. I needed some part of him, but… “I needed a break.”

His laughter rumbled. “So did I.”

I turned my head to look at him. “From me?”

“From feeling the perfect wetness, tightness, and warmth of you,” he said, then groaned low. “You lure me truly, and I no longer care to escape.”

He flipped me, and pulled me down the bed onto hands and knees.

I screamed as See pushed two fingers into me, and then moaned a begging cry when his tongue licked a line from my entrance to my lower back. I lowered my face to the bed and pressed my ass higher.

His fingers pounded me, and he groaned without stop into my hot flesh. I was pushed to satisfaction that was familiar and needed and far easier to comprehend. I shouted through it, excited for more.

Ready for more.

See roared and pulled his fingers free.

I yelped as his cock drove in, and then there was no mercy. He could not give that to me anymore. I did not want mercy from this king.

My scream knew no end, and I shoved back against him. Our bodies slapped. His snarls and roars and furious shouts were no quieter.

He swelled within me rapidly, though, and my shoving abruptly stopped as I froze out of some fear I might burst. “See?” I said uncertainly.

“This is My End,” he said, but perhaps not to me.

“See,” I cried out. I would burst.

“Now you are nearly full,” he said in broken fragments. We, both of us, were unraveling. Nothing would be left.

A limpness had creeped into my voice. “Nearly.”

“Nearly,” he replied in the same thick tone.

We were half gone already.

But See pressed a finger against my ass, and then in. The fullness of this was already well beyond my comprehension, but he raised another scream from me just when I had thought screams robbed from me.

And when he retreated a way and worked in a second large finger.

Well then, I found more screams again.

“There,” he whispered, or at least whispered enough of the word that I fathomed him.

But even See had not realized, maybe, how much he would swell in me at his end because black spotted my vision at all I was holding.

“No more,” he moaned. See buried himself in me to the hilt and remained there, though his fingers continued to slowly pump in my ass.

And he swelled in me. We were both frozen from the feeling, frozen in moans and sweat and the mercilessness of ancients.

I felt myself crumble as the world must have at The End. I crumbled and felt the drawing and pulsing squeeze of my walls around him as my body set to the task of emptying his cock of everything he had and more.

My body had been stolen away again, of course, but I found that I could smile. King See’s turn to shudder was upon us.

And he would not stop shuddering until I was done draining him dry.