The Tournament by Scarlett Vora Page A

broad shoulders to his narrow waist and hips, and touched the firm, clenched muscles of his ass—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,