The Tournament

by Vora, Scarlett

  Onyx crawled to the King on her hands and knees, her breasts and hips swaying all the way. The men she passed stared, transfixed, at her damp cunt.

  The King parted his robe, displaying his soldier's body. Ruby gasped at the sight of it, scarred and heavily muscled. And his cock! It was long, thick, and perfect. Perfectly straight, perfectly even in girth from base to tip. A marvel, and Onyx swallowed it with an enthusiasm that made Ruby's heart burn with envy.

  Onyx sucked and laved and caressed the King's cock, groaning as though overwhelmed with pleasure. Ruby couldn't help herself. She reached between her legs to touch.

  The King met her eyes. His were dark and mocking. He'd had two aspirants to choose from, after all, and he'd picked the other one.

  That was hard. Ruby wanted to taste the King's cock. But her jealousy was a small, cruel thing, and her desire was great and tender. When Onyx took the whole great length of him into her mouth and down her throat, Ruby fell to her knees and flicked her clit furiously.

  The King's gaze turned hot.

  Ruby parted her knees to give the King a better view. He would not touch her, but he would look at her cunt when he came. She could have that.

  "That redhead needs attending to," said the King, nodding at her. "Nimble, bend her over the board."

  Nimble led her to a cushioned bench built too high for sitting, too narrow for use as a table. A piece of furniture with no purpose other than fucking. Ruby flattened her stomach against the cushion and lifted her ass high in the air.

  The courtiers all laughed, and Ruby understood why when Nimble's cock wormed inside of her. He was small. So small she could hardly feel him slipping in and out of her body like a little minnow.

  "How does she feel?" The King's voice was steady, though Onyx squeezed the root of his cock with one hand and rolled his balls with the other. "Is she tight?"

  Again, the courtiers laughed.

  "Hot and tight," panted Nimble, squeezing his ass with each tiny thrust. "Making me come so fast."

  The room went silent.

  Nimble's little cock slipped out of her, just a tickle of sensation, and a dribble of semen wet Ruby's leg. He'd come.

  "Toady, take Nimble's place," said the King. "Kick the girl's legs wide. I want to watch you fuck her."

  Toady pushed into her confidently. He was no better than average in size, but he set a quick, easy pace, just forceful enough to send a warm thrill of impact through Ruby's belly with each thrust—and the King began to imitate him, fucking Onyx's mouth at the same pace, with the same rhythm, while the girl knelt at his feet.

  Onyx moaned in pleasure.

  Ruby echoed the sound. The King had put this stranger's cock inside of her. In a way, Toady's cock was an extension of the King's.

  If Toady's cock was was the King's tool, the King was fucking her.

  She could almost believe that Onyx's satisfaction was her satisfaction. Their pleasures one.

  "I want her again," said Nimble suddenly. "I have to have her again."

  Nimble blocked her view of the King when he moved in front of her, prying her mouth open and inserting his tiny cock. She closed her lips around him, taking all of him inside her mouth easily, and began to suckle.

  Toady spilled his cum inside of her, and a new man took his place.

  "What a mouth she's got," said Nimble, kneading her cheeks with sticky fingers.

  "This must be what it's like in the tents," said the new man. His cock was long and slender, and it stung when he thrust it into her. "Hot, dirty cunt everywhere."

  Onyx moaned again, and Ruby whimpered. She wanted to see them. She wanted to watch the King when he came, to imagine that she was the one swallowing his seed.

  But by the time the courtiers were done with her, both the King and Onyx had left.

  10

  The King's Cock

  Onyx returned to the Pavilion late the next morning, wearing a diamond on her bracelet and an expression of such bliss that Ruby had to flee. She retreated to a small grotto, an artificial cave built around a fountain that trickled into a shallow pool, and huddled inside.

  She sat on the stone floor and told herself not to be jealous. She'd had no thought of winning when she entered the Tournament. She'd hoped only for a bead or two, and she'd achieved that. She should be proud. She had even fucked the King's brother, the doctor, and he took joy in her cunt.

  A shadow darkened the entrance to the grotto, dimming all the light, and Ruby looked up to see the King standing in front of her. He wore his fine Court clothes, thin silks threaded with gold, the wide neck loose and open.

  "My lord." She scrambled onto her knees. "You honor me."

  "No," he said, sitting down on the floor next to her. "I have offended you, and I am sorry."

  "I saw your cock," said Ruby. "And the pleasure Onyx gave you. I am the luckiest of women."

  "The courtiers are terrible," said the King, "and I do terrible things when I am with them. Later, I feel ashamed, but it's too late."

  Ruby had no answer to that. The courtiers were terrible.

  "I watched Sly torment Petal, and I saw you teach him a lesson—without once breaking out of your role, or forgetting the Trial."

  "Your praise humbles me, my lord," said Ruby.

  "You did a good thing," he said. "And for that, I tried to humiliate you."

  "The attention of my King cannot shame me," said Ruby.

  "You are wrong about that," said the King. He stood up and began to remove his clothes. "Will you let me fuck you?"

  Ruby's cunt grew hot and wet. "Oh, yes."

  "My brother is very fond of you," said the King, kicking off his sandals.

  "Your brother is a fine man," said Ruby.

  "He tells me that you are smart and cunning but also generous." The King reached for the drawstring of his trousers, loosening the know. His cock was only slightly engorged, nestled against his heavy balls. "He says that your cunt is like no other."

  "Come find out," said Ruby.

  The King met her eyes for a flash, hot and wanting, and peeled off his trousers. "You're still wearing a robe," he said.

  Ruby let the cloth slip from her shoulders, leaving her nude, and reached for his cock. "Let me—"

  "No." The King stepped away quickly. "Not without permission."

  Ruby bowed her head and folded her hands in her lap. "I apologize."

  "Never without permission," said the King, his voice shaking with intensity. "Do you understand?"

  Ruby cringed, but she watched from the corner of her eye as the King stroked himself to hardness and unrolled a thin, almost invisible membrane over his cock. Like the gloves his brother, the doctor, used during his examinations.

  "Lie on your back," the King instructed. He knelt between her legs. "Shall I make you ready?"

  "I'm ready," said Ruby, letting the King trail a finger through her pussy. "When you are near, I weep with desire."

  "I want to feel what the others have felt." He positioned himself at her entrance. "I want you to writhe and moan for me. I want to see your red hair wild and tousled from my fucking."

  "Oh, yes," moaned Ruby, beside herself. "Oh, my King. Yes."

  "Tell me what you want," said the King.

  "I want you to fuck me."

  He pushed through her entrance, eerily slick. "Tell me again."

  "I want you to fuck me." Ruby reached for him, to caress his chest and arms, then snatched her hands back. "I want to touch your beautiful body. I want your perfect cock moving inside of me, and the muscles of your arms hard and straining as you hold yourself above me, the weight of your chest heavy atop mine."

  "You may," said the King, still so tentative, just the tip of him inside of her.

  Ruby caressed his arms. She pressed her face into his chest, drinking in the scent of him, the heat of him, the steady thump of his heart.

  She traced his shape, from his broad shoulders to his narrow waist and hips, and touched the firm, clenched muscles of his as
s—but she did not pull him tight against her, or try to force what he had withheld.

  "So gentle," said the King. He eased into her then, the membrane making his cock glide without friction. It was strange for such a big cock to slip inside her so easily, and made him feel less human, less connected to her. "So hot."

  "Yes," urged Ruby. "Fill me up."

  He pumped shallowly. "Is that good?"

  "So good." Ruby moaned.

  "Am I hurting you?"

  "I want it," said Ruby. "All of it."

  He thrust hard, then. "Like this?"

  "Mmm," said Ruby.

  He angled his next thrust to go deep. "Or this?"

  Ruby wrapped her legs around his hips. "Yes."

  He never touched her clit, not even for a second, but it didn't matter. Ruby came again and again as the King fucked her. She shivered uncontrollably and clutched him tight, tucking her cheek against his neck, delirious with pleasure.

  And he was tireless. He turned her onto her stomach and onto her side. He raised her up on her knees and palmed her face down, cheek against the gritty stone floor of the grotto, while he took her from behind. His cock never wilted or drooped, no matter how hard he fucked her.

  She would have accused him of using magic, like his brother, if she did not know that mages were forbidden from taking the throne.

  At last, he rolled her onto her back and raised her legs up over his shoulders. "I'm going to come," he said. "Look at me. Look."

  Ruby looked into his burning eyes, rested her palm on his sweat-dampened neck. "I want to see your pleasure."

  "I'm coming," he said, fucking her in tight little bursts. His pupils dilated and he ground his cock into her. "I'm coming."

  He never let her feel his weight, rolling away as soon as he'd finished, and Ruby was sorry. She watched him peel the membranous glove off of his cock and tie a knot in the neck, trapping the semen inside.

  "This will have to be a secret," said the King. "Don't tell anyone that I have visited you, or fucked you."

  "Even your brother?" Ruby asked.

  "Especially my brother," answered the King. "Can you do that?"

  "Of course." Ruby reached out and laid her hand over the King's. "I am so pleased that you came to me. And I am pleased to keep your secret."

  "I should go. I'll be missed soon." The King put his clothes back on. "Can I visit you again?"

  "Always," said Ruby.

  11

  The Tents Close

  Later that day, Ruby collected a bead of cut aquamarine from the Steward, for passing the Fifth Trial, and let the doctor examine her. Though the King's sheath made his fucking feel slick and easy, being pounded by his giant cock for so long had left her sore. She worried the doctor would quiz her, and that she'd have to lie, but he assumed she'd been used hard at the Trial and treated her without comment.

  He was distracted.

  "The King cannot keep the Army in the capital any longer," he explained, as he walked her out of his tent in the Pavilion. "He's sending the regiments back to their posts, and they'll be marching out over the next few days. The tents will go down tomorrow, and all the soldiers have made time for one last visit. Many have been rough with the aspirants—and these are the late-comers, girls who were too scared or indecisive to enter earlier."

  "I thought you seemed distracted," said Ruby.

  "I am exhausted," said the doctor. "It hasn't been this bad since the day the tent opened. The soldiers went mad, then. They were fresh from the war and brutal."

  "If the aspirants have stayed long enough for you to treat them, they must be brave." Ruby said.

  "They are," the doctor agreed. "But I've missed you."

  "Me too," said Ruby. "I didn't enjoy the Fifth Trial. It didn't make me feel good."

  "That's always the way with the courtiers," said the doctor.

  "They reminded me how wonderful you are." Ruby gave the doctor a hug. "And how much I love your cock."

  "Thank you, Ruby." He hugged her back, holding on for a moment when she would have let go. "I needed that."

  Ruby returned to her tent, where Lily was eager for news of the Trial. She had heard the Palace gossip, and wanted Ruby's account of what had happened.

  "Did you really make Lilac come for ten minutes straight?"

  "I don't think so," said Ruby. "Ten minutes is a long time."

  "And did the courtiers really fuck you one after another, without making you bathe yourself in between?"

  "They did," Ruby admitted.

  "They're usually very picky," said Lily. "They want us to be perfect for them, and give them pleasure without receiving any in return."

  "I made a man with a small cock happy," explained Ruby. "That made them curious."

  "It would," said Lily. "But I wish the King had chosen you for himself."

  "I saw his beautiful cock, and it is perfect," said Ruby. "That's enough to make me very happy."

  "You don't mean that," said Lily, snuggling close and reaching for Ruby's breasts. "You need me to make you feel better."

  "Oh yes," Ruby agreed. "I do."

  Lily crawled between Ruby's legs and began to lick her pussy. Ruby threaded her fingers through Lily's long, silky hair, encouraging her with little mewls of pleasure.

  The flaps screening the entrance to Ruby's tent parted and the doctor walked in, a small magelight illuminating his way.

  Ruby squeaked.

  Lily sat up, her mouth shining with Ruby's oils. "Doctor," she said.

  "Don't go," said the doctor, surveying Ruby's tent. It was pristine and empty. "You were licking Ruby's pussy, Lily. I want to watch you. I want to see you make her come."

  Lily crawled between Ruby's legs and lowered her head to press hot, tingling lips to Ruby's core. Ruby cried out, startled, and again when Lily parted her lips and lapped at Ruby with a burning tongue.

  "Oh, fuck," said Ruby, panting.

  Next to the bed, the doctor watched and stroked himself to hardness.

  Lily groaned with need. "You taste like sugar," she said. "Like summer fruit."

  She licked hungrily, eager and sloppy. Each stroke of her tongue sent spikes of impossible pleasure rippling through Ruby's body.

  Ruby began to shake with orgasm, but Lily didn't gentle her touch. She grew more intent, stabbing her tongue into Ruby's cunt, trying to lap up every drop.

  "That's enough, Lily," said the doctor, dragging the servant onto her feet. "You need cock now. Not mine. Go."

  Lily left and the doctor lowered himself onto the bed, where Ruby lay gasping.

  "I'm sorry for sending her away," he said. "But I'm tired, and I don't want anyone else."

  "Let me ride you," said Ruby, struggling up to a sitting position. She directed the doctor to lie down where she'd just been. "Let me be on top."

  "You are so good to me," said the doctor, palming her breasts as she lowered herself onto his cock. "So good," he repeated.

  "Taste," said Ruby, leaning forward so the doctor could suck her nipple. She rotated her hips, pressing her clit against his pubic bone and sending a shock of that magical, orgasmic heat through her belly. "Mmm," Ruby moaned, shifting lower so that she could rub herself against him.

  She roused as she rode him, shaking away the cobwebs of sleep and pleasure. The doctor was so tired that he let her set the pace, passive as she rose and fell atop him.

  "That's good," said the doctor, caressing her thighs. "Keep doing that."

  "I'm going to make myself come again," said Ruby, working herself up to it. "Just grinding on you."

  "Take your pleasure," said the doctor. He slid his hands up to her hips and his grip firmed. He began to thrust up at her as she ground down on him. "Take all you want."

  When the orgasm was still bright within her, the doctor flipped her over. "Is that all?" he taunted, rising up on his elbows. "Let me help."

  He thrust deep, and sent her back to her peak. "Again," he commanded, sliding out and pushing back.

  Rub
y threw back her head and groaned. She couldn't tell if it was magic or skill that kept her orgasm from ending. Maybe both.

  "That's right," said the doctor, pumping faster. "So beautiful."

  He gave her his weight, heavy and limp, before rolling to the side.

  "Thank you," he said. "I needed that."

  "Whenever you want me, I am here for you," said Ruby.

  "I know," said the doctor, fitting her back against his chest.

  Ruby fell asleep in his arms.

  12

  Surfeit

  The next morning, while Ruby ate her breakfast on a blanket in a perfumed meadow, Onyx walked by carrying a plate.

  "Sit with me," said Ruby. "I have been wanting to congratulate you. You are such a wonderful cocksucker, and I think you deserve your diamond bead."

  "Thank you," said Onyx, sitting across from Ruby with her legs folded. "Tasting the King's cock was the greatest experience of my life."

  "Perhaps you will be Queen," said Ruby. "And I will be able to tell everyone that I witnessed the King and Queen's first time together."

  "I will never be Queen." Onyx looked down at the ground and her shoulders slumped. "I failed the Sixth Trial."

  "But you are so beautiful and hot," said Ruby. "You are everything that an aspirant should be."

  "Now that I have tasted the King's cock, I don't want anyone else," said Onyx. "I thought I was ready for the Trial, because I want his cock so badly. There's nothing I won't do for another chance to swallow his cum, and beg him to fuck me. Nothing! But—"

  Onyx fell abruptly silent.

  "I understand," said Ruby. "You can't tell me what I will face when it is my turn."

  "I'm only here because I want to see him before I go," said Onyx. "Nothing so wonderful will ever happen to me again."

  "I will be sorry when you leave," said Ruby. "I would have honored you."

  "Perhaps you will advance farther than I did," said Onyx. "And you will finally taste the King's cock. I wish that for you."

  "I do too," said Ruby, but found that she couldn't eat or enjoy herself after Onyx left. If Onyx had failed the Sixth Trial, when she was so hot and skilled, how would Ruby fare?