"Because of his magic," said Ruby. "I have guessed that much. He is a selfish lover, but he makes me come just by penetrating me. His cock gives me more pleasure than any other."
"But you still desire other men," said the doctor.
"Oh, yes," answered Ruby. She smiled. "All the time."
"And you feel pleasure when they fuck you," said the doctor.
"I do," said Ruby. "Last night, I took a blind man to my bed. I have never been touched so well, or so softly, and he fucked like he could see the inside of my body as clear as day."
"Did he make you come?"
"Yes," said Ruby. "Are you hard?"
"As hammered steel," said the doctor.
"Don't you want to fuck me? We could go someplace secret. Someplace hidden and dark."
"There is no place in Morrow hidden from me," said the King, stepping into the doctor's office. "I shouldn't have to tell you twice, Ruby."
"I want to taste your cock," said Ruby. "Every time I see a concubine with her face in your lap, I want to weep."
"Go on, brother," said the King. "Fuck her, so I can give my Queen what she wants."
"No," said the doctor. He stood up. "No," he said again, on his way out the door.
"You're in love with my brother," said the King.
"Does that hurt you?" Ruby asked.
"Yes," he said. "And it makes me want to hurt him."
"But I also love you," said Ruby. "I am proud to be your Queen and your ally."
"I am proud, too," said the King. He snatched a sheath from one of the drawers in the doctor's cabinets, lowered his trousers, and unrolled it over his big, hard cock. "It won't be the same," he warned. "But we can pretend. Get on your knees."
Ruby slid off the examination table and onto all fours. She crawled slowly to the King and took his cock in her mouth, slick and smooth and flavorless as the sheath. She felt a terrible, itchy heat in her mouth, like spider bites or poison ivy, yet it made her moan with pleasure.
"Oh, Ruby," said the king, his voice wistful. "I want you to taste my cock. I want you to suck me off, just like you are now. I want to feel it."
The sheath made it frighteningly easy to swallow him. He fucked her mouth, his eyelids closing and his lips softening with pleasure as he pushed his cock in and out of her throat, and Ruby came. Her clit tingled and heated and then, untouched, exploded with sensation, so that she groaned around the King's cock, breathless and greedy.
The King peeled the sheath off of his cock and backed her up against the wall, hiking her leg high around his hip so he could finish quickly, pounding into her cunt while she panted and moaned.
Afterwards, Ruby's throat was so sore she could not speak for days.
When her voice returned, she visited the doctor's office again. She found him preparing a huge jar of blessed ointment. Magic, of course. His magic. Why hadn't she guessed from the beginning?
"Ruby," said the doctor. "I'm glad to see you."
Ruby smiled. She missed him so much.
"We can be friends, you know," said the doctor. "Would you like to sit and talk? How was Court today?"
"You're wrong," said Ruby. "We can't be friends."
The doctor shrugged. "Then you're wasting your time. You won't persuade me to break my oath."
"I know," said Ruby. "That's not why I've come."
The doctor looked at her expectantly.
"You're older than the King, aren't you?" Ruby asked. "You don't look any older…but you treat him like an older brother would."
"Mages don't age properly," said the doctor. "That's why we cannot take the throne."
"How old are you?" Ruby asked. "Thirty…more? Forty…?"
The doctor didn't answer.
"Old enough to have discipline," said Ruby. "Old enough to master your urges."
"That's right," said the doctor. "I'm glad you understand."
"What about your brother?" Ruby asked. "How long will he resist if I offer him my mouth day after day, if he sees me on my knees for other men, sucking their cocks?"
The doctor paled.
"I respected his wishes," said Ruby. "But now I know that he refuses me because of you. Not because he wants to."
"You must not," said the doctor. "Morrow needs a Queen who has a mind of her own. Desires of her own."
"And how long will you resist?" Ruby asked. "When you see me sucking his cock, and you know that I am waiting for you to fill me up?"
"Ruby," said the doctor. He swiped his hands over his face; his voice dropped. "Ruby, you won't want me anymore. For me it's all the same: I can want you and not have you, or I can want you and not have you."
"I'm going to prove you wrong," said Ruby.
But she remembered Onyx, and she wondered what would happen if she failed. What if the Queen of Morrow fell in thrall to the King? The doctor believed no thrall could rule, and the King did not trust himself alone. It was dangerous enough to risk her own sanity. But if the whole country would suffer?
She visited the King's harem, the private rooms of the concubines who inhabited the Palace. Men were not allowed in the harem—the concubines did their work elsewhere. The harem was home.
Only a handful of the concubines had tasted the King's cock. Moving among them, listening to their gossip, Ruby realized that the King inspired such deep devotion in the women he lay with that they soon became unpopular, unfit friends and poor concubines who offered little pleasure to other men.
The concubines spoke of 'tasting the King's cock' as though it were a punishment, not a favor. A doom.
And perhaps they were right. Ruby believed that the magic in her cunt allowed her to fuck the King safely. Her mouth, on the other hand…she was a good cocksucker, but the doctor was right to worry that the tables would turn.
Ruby returned to her rooms late that night to find the King fucking Lily on their bed. A wave of fury washed over Ruby—he would not take her handmaiden away, she would kill him first—until she realized that Lily was exhausted, pink-cheeked and dewed with sweat, lying limp while the King pumped his cock in and out of her cunt relentlessly.
She peered between the King's taut asscheeks and let out a sigh of relief. He was wearing a sheath.
"Lily," said Ruby, climbing on the bed and caressing the girl's hair. "How are you doing, my sweet girl?"
Lily moaned, her eyes only half-open.
"Is it exciting to fuck the King?" Ruby asked. "Have you ever felt such a wonderful cock?"
"Stay with me," said Lily, taking Ruby's hand. "I think I might die."
"I can't come," said the King. "But I love the little noises she makes when she's with you. I wanted to hear them."
Lily laughed, soft and whispery.
"Stroke yourself off," said Ruby. "Spill your seed on her belly."
The King looked at her. "You don't want that," he said, pulling out of Lily and peeling away the sheath. He cupped his hand around the head of his cock and spilled into it, wiping his seed on a rag. "She has a sweet little cunt, Ruby."
"I know," said Ruby. "Should she stay the night?"
"Oh, yes," said the King. "One of us on either side of you."
The next morning Lily and the King woke Ruby together. They roused her with licks and nibbles, four hands roaming her body, two mouths intent on her pleasure, and Ruby forgot about her plan. She lay on her side with her husband at her back, fucking her from behind, while Ruby caressed Lily's sweet breasts and drank from her lips.
Later that day, she sat down with her husband for a quiet mid-day meal and said, "I want to try something new."
"Yes," said the King.
Ruby smiled. "That's all? It doesn't matter what?"
"I want to make you happy," said the King.
"I believe you," said Ruby. She smiled and kissed her husband on the lips. "You are wonderful."
"I am?" The King's dark eyes brightened.
"I understand now," said Ruby. "Once you've fucked a woman, you can't trust her anymore."
"I
hate it," said the King. "But I don't have the strength to stop."
"And you keep the sheath a secret, so nobody knows you are cursed."
"Magic taints a King," he admitted. "I cannot wield it, but I have been transformed."
"Is that the cock you were born with?" Ruby asked. "Or was it made for you, to delight women?"
The King cupped himself and smiled, well-pleased. "It's mine."
"I wanted to change myself, so I could suck it," she said, nibbling on a piece of fruit. "But now I see that was selfish. We must remove the magic from your cock."
"Are you sure that you want to do that?" asked the King. "As I am now, I can't ever enjoy fucking another woman as much as I enjoy fucking you."
"That is not the kind of loyalty I crave," said Ruby. "You should come to me when you want me, and because you enjoy me. Not because you have no choice."
"You are generous," said the King. "A true Queen. But my brother laid the spell when we were boys. I begged him to make my cock so desirable that once a woman had tasted it, she would never want another man. He was so new to magework that he didn't know any better. He put the spell on me, and I was so young that it knit into my flesh and blood as I grew. The magic is a part of me now, as yours is a part of you."
"I will find a way," Ruby said.
She visited the Steward. "I want to visit with the mage I met during the Third Trial," she said. "A woman, with a window in her room."
"Pia," said the Steward. "I will send for her."
"I could go—"
"No, my Queen," said the Steward. "The Mage Hall is too dangerous for you now. She will come."
When Pia arrived, Ruby explained her dilemma. "Perhaps no mage can cure him," she finished, "But I have the magic of the Tournament in my cunt. Is there a way for me to help him?" she asked.
Pia sat in thought for some time without replying. "You say that he can fuck your cunt?"
"Yes," said Ruby.
"Your ass?"
"Yes," said Ruby.
"And the dragon," said Pia. "You quickened his seed with blood alone? He did not penetrate you?"
"I pulled the magic into my hand, and into my blood," said Ruby. "I thought: perhaps he does not need my body at all. He just needs a spark, a bit of sex magic, to make the seed grow."
"I think you are right," said Pia. "It's rare for a dragon's seed to quicken. They do not like to mate—they seduce woman after woman, with nothing but corpses to show for their efforts."
"The dragons themselves may not understand."
"Perhaps we can teach them," said Pia. "Perhaps they will reward us with dragon soldiers."
"But what about the King?"
"I haven't forgotten," said Pia. "I believe you could suck the magic out of him. Not all at once…but over time."
"Suck it out? How?"
Pia laughed. "You're the one with seven beads. How do you think?"
"But he has spilled his seed many times, and the magic of his cock has not decreased."
"You're right, of course," conceded Pia. "You will suck his cock with your mouth, and suck with your magic. Your magic should be stronger than his, because it was sealed by a man who had fucked you. A brother's love is powerful, but not so useful in generating sex magic. You can siphon away a bit of the King's power when you make him come."
"What if the King's magic proves stronger?"
"Then his magic will work on you, my Queen, and you will find him irresistible."
"How will I know that I've succeeded?"
"When there is no more magic left to suck," said Pia. She chuckled. "It might take a long time."
When the doctor found out what Ruby planned, he was livid.
"Don't do this," he begged. "It is unwise."
"He deserves to be free," said Ruby.
"And what if you fail?" said the doctor. "I won't be able to cure you."
"Come watch," said Ruby. "When you realize that you're wrong, you can apologize by fucking me."
The doctor trailed after her, protesting all the way. They found the King in the bedroom suite Ruby and he shared, reading his correspondence and stroking himself idly.
"I am going to suck your cock," said Ruby.
The King looked at her, and then at his brother, his eyebrows raised.
"You should not allow it," said the doctor. "The risk is too great."
"But if I succeed," said Ruby, "I could cure you."
The King put down the letter he'd been reading. "Cure me?"
"You will be able to fuck anyone you like without fear or guilt," said Ruby. "Wouldn't that be wonderful?"
"You have a Queen now," said the doctor. "A Queen with a hot, tight cunt that hungers for your cock. Isn't that enough?"
"But he wants to stick his cock in my mouth, doesn't he?" Ruby asked. "He wants me on my knees, my lips stretched tight around him while he fucks my face."
"Empty cunt," said the King, squeezing his cock. "I want you to suck my cock, Ruby. I want it so much."
"Come closer," said Ruby. "Let me suckle your finger."
"My finger?" The King shrugged and scooted close. "If that's what you wish."
Ruby massaged her husband's palm while she drew his index finger into her mouth. She called her magic up from her cunt, such a rush of power that it made her vision sparkle and fade. She made a wall inside her mouth, a protective shield, and as she suckled the King's finger she pulled magic into her tongue, into her saliva.
Beside her, the doctor groaned. She saw him fumble for his cock out of the corner of her eye, hard and jutting.
"She is hot," said the doctor to his brother.
Ruby released the King's finger for long enough to ask, "What do you feel?"
"Your tongue is burning," said the King. "It makes my finger tingle."
"I'm ready to suck your cock." Ruby looked up at her husband through her lashes and palmed his crotch. "Are you hard for me?"
"My balls ache," said the King, thrusting his cock into her hand.
"You can come in my mouth." Ruby licked his finger. "Don't you want that?"
The King hesitated.
"Get on your knees for him, Ruby," said the doctor. "Taste the King's cock."
The King widened the vee of his open legs and Ruby dropped between them. "Tell me again, doctor," she said, making a fist around his cock and stroking it. "Tell me you want to watch me suck your brother's cock."
"I am terrified," said the doctor. "And I am so fucking hard."
"That's not what I asked," said Ruby, bending to drag her tongue along the length of the King's cock, from base to tip.
The doctor paused, swallowed. "I want you to suck my brother's cock," he said. "I want to stand here and watch you do it."
Ruby closed her mouth around the flared head of the King's cock. She tasted the salty tang of his pre-cum. The heat of his flesh warmed her lips. His cock was big, real, filling her mouth. She moaned with pleasure.
"Fuck," whispered the King.
"Oh, no," said the doctor.
The magic swelled up from her cunt and Ruby began to suck. "Mmm," she moaned, as her clit began to tingle. "Mmm."
She bobbed her head on his cock, squeezing and twisting the base with one hand, fondling his balls with the other. The King tipped his head back and groaned, his fingers light in her hair. Ruby focused the magic in her tongue, pulling and pulling and pulling, as though she would suck his soul loose through his cock, and swallow it all down.
The King's balls warmed and swelled, and soon he had to slap her hand away.
"Too sensitive," he said, beginning to pump his hips in tiny, rhythmic thrusts. "I'm close. Ruby, I'm close."
The doctor, standing next to them, worked his own cock, sliding his fist up and down its length as he watched them.
Ruby closed her eyes, blind from the magic she'd summoned, her tongue numb and nerveless, and sucked.
"Ungh," grunted the King, his fingers tightening on her head as a gout of thick, warm sweetness spread across her tongue. "Un
gh." He spurted again, filling her mouth, and again, making her drool with it.
His cum tasted delicious. Like joy and faith and devotion. She wanted to swallow, so that his seed could blossom inside of her. It would enlarge her soul. She would expand to fit its greatness. She would leak goodness and virtue.
"Ruby," said the doctor. "Ruby, please."
"Mmm," said Ruby, rolling it on her tongue.
"Ruby," said the doctor, urgently. "Ruby, I love you."
He loved her.
Her skin tingled and flushed. The King's seed turned bitter on her tongue, and she spat it out. It landed on the carpet, incandescent, pearly, so beautiful that Ruby wanted to scoop it up and rub it on her skin like lotion. She panted, just looking at it.
"I have to have you now," said the doctor, winding her hair around his fingers and twisting her around until she was eye level with his swollen, purple-read cock. "I'm sorry, I have to."
He pushed his cock into her mouth and Ruby came. She quaked with the force of her orgasm, her eyes squeezed shut as the doctor cradled her head and thrust. She sucked the cum out of him, swallowed it all, touching her belly while the doctor dropped onto the bed next to his brother. Their cocks, she realized for the first time, were almost identical.
"Did it work?" Ruby asked, wiping her lips.
"I don't know, but I want to put my cock back in your mouth right now," said the King.
"Let me check," said the doctor. He took the King's half-hard cock in his own hand and began to stroke it. When the King was fully hard, pumping his hips to meet his brother's hand, the doctor let go and fingered the King's balls.
"A little," said the doctor. "I can feel the difference."
"I'll suck him again," said Ruby. "And again."
"Yes," said the King, his cock flexing. He stood up.
"Fuck my face," said Ruby, still on her knees. "Make me gag on it."
"Kneel on the bed," interrupted the doctor, giving his brother a shove. He circled around behind Ruby, grabbed her by the waist, and pulled her to her feet. "I've been craving this cunt for too long."
The king stood on his knees on the bed, his stance wide, and the doctor pressed on her back, bending her over. The king palmed her cheeks and brought her lips to his cock, letting her kiss and lick the tip while the doctor fit his big, thick cock into the dripping, hungry hole of her cunt.
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