Page 99 of Realm Walker's Awakening

“Fuck your pretty pussy with your fingers,” Rune demanded, his words hard to make out. When I inserted a finger, I bit my lip to hold back from making a sound. Rune’s dick began throbbing, his balls drawing up and his breaths harsher. “Add a second.”

I did as he said and rolled my hips as I fucked myself. My thumb rolled on my clit, driving me higher and right there with Rune as he held back from coming.

“Come, Isa. Let me watch you fall apart.”

I couldn’t deny him. I couldn’t stop myself from coming, even if I wanted to. And not even god could stop me. My front teeth dug into my bottom lip as I panted through the orgasm, trembling and bucking into my hand.

“Eyes open,” Rune demanded, his voice low with a growl.

As I came down, I opened them and watched Rune as he worked his dick faster. He moved closer to me. With deep groans and small thrusts of his hips, he came. Jet after jet of cum landed on my pussy and lower stomach. It was warm, and I felt so dirty.

But god, I loved it.

My finger rubbed my clit through the small aftershocks of my orgasm, which became stronger from watching him. It seemed to never end for him as ropes of his load landed on me.

When he finished, he scooped his finger on my stomach where some of his cum was and brought it to my lips.

“Open,” he ordered, his voice low and his words thicker with his heavier accent.

Doing as he said, I opened my mouth and moaned softly around his finger as he put it in. My tongue curled around his digit, and my core clenched around nothing as I tasted him for the second time this evening.

He was salty with his own flavor that I couldn’t put into words. If anything, I associated it with the wilderness and incense of his scent.

Drawing back, he moved over me and settled between my legs. His mouth slanted over mine, demanding I submit to him. To respond to him. The kiss was rough, dirty, and primal. His tongue swiped mine, and his hips rocked against mine with his still hard dick sliding between my pussy folds.

I couldn’t keep going. I could barely keep my eyes open now as he promised he’d do.

“Mmm,” Rune murmured, then chuckled. He broke apart from the kiss and moved off of me to the side. After putting his dick away and leaving his pants still undone, he grabbed his cape to use as a towel. As he moved in to wipe away his mess on me, he stopped with his cape in his hand outstretched to me, his eyes lifted to mine and he raised a brow in a question.

Sweet baby Jesus, I was bad. I wasreallynaughty.

I shook my head, my cheeks flaming and my heart racing.

“Oh?” Rune’s lip curled into a smirk.

“Maybe I can clean up in the morning?” I said with a nervous laugh. When he didn’t say anything fast enough, I shook my head, changing my mind. I moved to sit up, but he stopped me with a hand in the middle of my chest. “What?”

His smirk curved into a pleased smile. “It’s okay,elskan mín. I’ll never shame you for your kinks. You like being covered in Daddy’s cum? Daddy will cum on you because he likes it too.”

My breath hitched, and I squeezed my legs together.

He really wasn’t going to let it go about my one little thought of calling him Daddy, was he?

Grinning, he positioned us back with him big spooning me. He settled his hand on my lower stomach, unbothered by his cum as he gently rubbed me to soothe me to sleep.

It was hard to keep my eyes open, and I didn’t fight back sleep. It was too precious to fight back.

“Love you,” I heard myself mumble to Rune as I slipped into my dreams.

“Why did you choose to come to this battle?”a man asked, his words curled with a thick Scottish accent.

ChapterTwenty-Six

“Why did you choose to come to this battle?” the king—Fergus—asked hesitantly. The smeared blood on his face dripped in small beads as the rain pounded on us. Dirt and grime covered him, but not as much as the blood. His breaths were heavy from exertion as he fought for hours until I came and pulled away the man who started this war.

But there was a different reason why his breaths were heavy and shallow. Why his pupils were dilated and he smelled like fear. After I told them who I was, most of them trembled. Curiously though, there were others who showed no fear and instead, looked at me with anger and hatred.

Like the king who I took to his knees and gripped his dirty hair so he wouldn’t get back up.