been smart of us, but to be honest, princess, I think we're all just desperate to have you," Aric said.
"Queen," I corrected, a little triumphant at the claim.
Aric took my chin in his fingers, stretching my throat and pulling my head back. "You're my princess, and you always will be."
My dress wadded around my waist, and my men seemed to reach a consensus to pull back as one, dragging it quickly off me.
"Share your magic with me," Aric growled.
I was low, but I wouldn't be for long, so I lifted a hand to wrap around his wrist and gave him everything left in me. A moment later, my Chosen were nude.
Owen's fingers were on my clit, and Wendell was pressing his length into me as I moaned. There was a roar from the audience, but Daniel had been right. Their joy fed my arousal. This was who I was, and if I could make my people happy by fucking the men I loved, there was really no downside to be found.
I giggled at the thought, and Cress growled. "She's not far gone enough yet."
"Thao, fuck our lover's ass," I gasped out as Wendell started a slow, steady, glide in and out of me. Thao would make him race, and I loved when Wendell gave way to the animal inside of him.
"Lower her, arched, just like that," Cosmo breathed.
I was held in seven pairs of hands, stroking over my breasts, on my sex, Thao gripping behind my knees to spread me wider for Wendell. Cosmo held my head, upside down, half-hard cock approaching my open mouth as he dug into the muscle at the back of my neck. I licked his head, and he groaned, fingers tightening in my hair as I sucked him down.
Aric and Daniel teased at my breasts, one pair of fingers twisting, another mouth soothing the ache, back and forth. Cress kissed my belly, and Owen worked my clit. It was crowded and clumsy and so wholly consuming, there seemed to be nothing else in the world. Just touch and cock and kisses.
There would be magic in a moment. Kimmery to manage in the morning. The council to keep in their place, diplomacy and balls and all of the nonsense I'd fought so hard to take on.
But for a few minutes, there were only flesh and heartbeats and pleasure with the men I loved. My blood pounded in my veins until it drummed in my ear, my muscles taking all their cues from my Hunger to rock and twist and arch for more. Mindless desire rose until it blocked every other thought from my mind.
Cosmo pulled away gasping before I could finish him off, and he ducked down, kissing me crookedly. Aric had one of my nipples in a gentle pinch, and it created an electric line directly to where Wendell was rocking and grinding against my clit. My magic was impatient, and I could almost feel the ground calling, pulling on my Hunger as my men dragged out my orgasm.
I came with a gasp, Cosmo releasing me from the kiss as I cried out. Candlelight flared in our tent, and outside of it our audience gasped with the roar of rising bonfires. It was beyond me to notice whether or not the ground was trembling when I was clawing and shuddering in the arms of my Chosen, but the following cry of applause and cheers from outside was enough.
"Seedlings are sprouting," Aric huffed out before taking my breast in a devouring kiss.
Owen pushed forward, his forehead resting against mine. "Pace yourself, Mistress. We won't let you sleep tonight."
"You know I'll only want more," I answered, moaning and twisting to meet Wendell's now rushing thrusts, arching for Aric's mouth. "When I'm with you, I only ever want more."
"More it is," Cresswell said, stroking his palm over my stomach. "Forever, Your Majesty."
Epilogue
Five Years Later
The door to our suite had a squeaky hinge. The staff kept trying to oil it, and Daniel kept chasing them away for me. I liked the sound, especially at night. I counted it in the evenings, waiting for the last squeak that told me we were all together again.
Creak.
I sat up in bed, roused from a brief grip on a rare bit of sleep. Owen's arm was slung over my waist, thunderous snores still sinking heavily into the pillow, but Cosmo sat up with me, smiling in the candlelight. From the bathroom, Daniel appeared, a towel slung low around his waist.
"You're not going to