The Tournament by Scarlett Vora

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