Rider King part 46

Here is the extra chapter I promised! It's a little longer than usual

Dramon looks at me like I’ve insulted his family. He’s enraged.

Hus hands hook under my armpits and lift me. He presses me against the nearest surface — a window, and tears my clothing off.

My bad knee is lifted, and then he’s in me. He’s hard, as if I didn’t just drain his balls with a blowjob.

His small diamonds scrape my walls. It’s a new sensation, but not painful. It’s both comical and sexy that my vagina becomes bejeweled by a mean, veiny cock of the King who already impregnated me but wants more.

We ram against each other, my body rocking against the window with a momentum that I fear will make it shatter. A huge, greedy hand goes around my stomach to protect it from the glass.

My back arcs. This ass he’s clapping, this belly he’s cupping, is all his.

I tip my head back just to get a look at him, and he swoops in to kiss me. Our tongues fight, but my pussy offers him no resistance. I’m so slick for him I drip onto my thighs and onto the expensive flooring.

“My baby,” he growls against my lips, and I feel the vibration down on my clit.

He rocks harder into me, and my head lolls all over the place. My eyes lock outside the window, where Lady Greed stands in the yard and watches.

Can see see the small diamonds twinkle in the light as they thrust in and out of me? See the webs of wetness between our thighs? See the hand cupping my belly?

I feel no shame, no embarrassment. I’m getting fucked by my husband, and the entire world can know for all I care.

I look at Dramon. It looks like he’s found Lady Greed, too. Still, his thick thighs slap against the back of mine and his ridiculous cock threatens to tear me open. He actually speeds up his bruising pace and lowers his hand to pinch my clit.

I seize and lose my footing. Dramon grabs my hips and supports my weight. As my legs hang in the air below me, he plunges in, fucking me through my orgasm until I cry out.

He pumps me full of cum, and then he sinks onto the floor and collects me on his lap.

All we can do is pant. My pussy is sore, but I’d be damned if I’m not getting more of that dick later.

“My baby,” Dramon growls.

I laugh. “How many times will you repeat that?”

He picks me up and takes me to the bed, where he pins me down by throwing an arm and leg over me.

After a while, my hearts stops racing.

“What happens now, Dramon?”

He chuckles. “Now, we raise this child in a Clan. Now, I work hard in the days and fuck you every night.”

“A Clan? We’re leaving?”

He re-arranges me so I’m atop his chest.

“This is not our home.”

“So… what happens to the throne?”

He shrugs. “It can remain empty for eighteen years until our child decides if they want it or not. I really don’t care. That’s Centres’ problem.”

“Eighteen years is a long time.”

“Well then, Centres can come out of retirement. He will have to figure this out. It’s time to focus on us.”

I think for a while, before saying, “You know, Rexon…”

Dramon grunts and cups my ass in his hands so hard that it almost hurts.

“Oh, shut up.” I slap his wrists. “I was going to say that Rexon…”

“He will not want the throne. He was born to live in the wilds just like we were.”

“I know, but his Clan is also decimated and needs rebuilding. I want to introduce him to Beysha. I think they would be a suitable match, and Rexon is a good male. A child would be a great motivation to work harder.”

Although Rexon is young like us, he had seen plenty of horrors.

“As long as he doesn’t get anywhere near you, I don’t care what he does. Today, I will break the news to Centres and round up some men. We leave in two days.” He pauses. “You know what you are signing up for, right? The Wrenches have been terrorizing the human colonies, enslaving them, and unofficial Clans have risen all over the planet by men that want power.”

I know it will be hard, but I also know that I’ll be safer out there where experienced riders work with us than in this puny palace.

“I know.”

We remain in bed for some time, and I eventually fall asleep. I wake up to the sound of a knock at the door and find my skin cleaner, and my clothes changed.

“Who is it?” I call out as I swing my legs off the bed. My core protests a little.

“Beysha.”

“Come in.”

She enters with a tray.

“Oh, thank you. You didn’t have to,” I reply as I take a bite of a spicy roll.

“Of course I did. How are you?”

“Great,” I smile. “Did a lot of talking with Dramon. We’re better now. We’re leaving.”

“When will you come back?”

I shake my head. “Eighteen years?”

“What! But— but what will I do without you?”

I smile at her. “Oh, friend. I have some plans for you. Have you heard of Rexon?”

“The Rider King? Well, of course I have. They’re all famous. What does this have to do with me?”

“I want you to meet him.”

Beysha looks more confused by the minute. “For what?”

“To see if you like him, and if he likes you.”

“You — you think we should — no!”

I’m surprised by her fierce resistance. “Oh, why not? Rexon is responsible, a decorated warrior, young and handsome.”

“But he’s a… Venus, I’m not like you. I’m not a mighty warrior queen. I’m a weak spinster that had to stay under a rock as you risked yourself day after day. No… I would be a burden out there.”

“Don’t call yourself that,” I scold. “I called myself that too, a long time ago when Centres asked me to marry Dramon. I thought my ruined leg made me worthless.”

She lowers her gaze, as if ashamed. “I’m sorry, but I don’t think I could keep up with a Rider King. I would bore him and he probably has demanding needs in the… bedroom.”

I giggle. “Oh yeah. You’ll have to do some squats to strengthen your thighs and keep up with a man of his strength.”

Beysha squirms. “I can’t.”

“Okay. I’m not forcing you. I just thought you could at least meet him. It’s up to you.”

Beysha slowly nods. “Alright. Um… what can you tell me?”

I fill her in. There are a lot of things I don’t know about Rexon, but his loyalty and kindness are a given.

I shut my mouth when Dramon walks in, not wanting to set off the absurdly jealous male.

“Winds,” he greets us.

Beysha returns the greeting and excuses herself.

“Is everything alright?” I ask him.

Dramon sits next to me and pulls me to his lap. That’s new of him. He seems to be obsessed with the gesture lately.

“Centres is crushed.”

“Oh.”

“He fell to his knees, Venus. He begged me to stay even without you.”

I remain silent.

“He clutched my leg, and I walked away and left the elder pleading. I enjoyed it. Does that make me a bad person? I was in the same position as a child, begging for food and shelter as my biological father bathed in riches. I got my revenge today, and it felt so good.”

I only hug him.

“My child will never know hunger. I will run myself through before I let it happen.”

I would do the same.

“I’m sorry this happened to you.”

He strokes my hair. “I survived, and that’s what matters. We will move on.”

“I asked Beysha to meet Rexon. As for Lady Greed…”

“I ran into her,” Dramon admits. “She asked if I’m leaving. I told her it was none of her concern. It’s odd. It’s as if she lost interest in me now that I’m tossing away my title. Rumor has it that she is interested in polygamy.”

“Whatever makes her happy.” I shrug. “I'm personally more than satisfied with just one of you. Two Dramons would have me prying my hair out.”

“You will never find another male like me.”

“Thank the fates. You’re insane.”

He chuckles. “So is my tongue.”

And that’s how I got my arms and legs eagle-spread and my pussy eaten.

The end is near! I'm excited to write about Maksim's cousin, Karine. What happens after she's caught under Luciano's bed, interrupting his masturbation session? 😳😂😂😂