A Kingdom of Pleasure and Torment (Fablemere Fae #1) Read Online Abigail Barnette

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal Tags Authors: Series: Fablemere Fae Series by Abigail Barnette
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Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 100363 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 401(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
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I squirm beneath him as he laps a path closer and closer to my center. It occurs to me that he might die before he arrives at his destination, and then I feel like I might die, should that happen.

I am impossibly aroused, attuned to Arcus in a way I would never have cared to be before. But I want to know the moment the poison begins its work.

He pushes my legs apart and lies between them, his face close to my cunt. Slowly, he peels open my petals to reveal the bud inside. He pours the honey over my clit and swipes his tongue over it, poking his tongue through the loop of my piercing to get every last possible drop. I curl up from the bed.

Two of his fingers enter me. He swirls them about, withdraws, and meets my eyes while he sucks them clean. “I don’t know which is sweeter.”

“Oh, please, Arcus,” I beg him, mindless with my desire.

He dips his fingers into the honey, scooping out a huge, messy dollop, and stuffs it into my cunt. The moment his tongue enters me, I lift my hips, humping against his face as he licks me clean from the inside. He thrusts his tongue like a cock, and I take more of the honey on my fingertips to rub it into my clit. He groans against me; I cannot tell if it’s pleasure or pain from his impending death. My back arches and I lock my thighs around his head. Perhaps the poison won’t have time to work on him; I might suffocate him.

That thought drives me higher than his tongue ever could, and I let go with a shout of pure ecstasy, bathing his face in my juices.

He lifts his head, smeared with honey and my wetness.

“Oh please,” I whimper, palming my breast and pulling the nipple between my fingers. “Let me have your cock.”

He slides from the bed and stands. Is he a bit unsteady, or am I imagining it? I bite my lip and watch as he removes his shirt, his breeches, and I moan in anticipation at the sight of his cock.

“Let me ride you,” I plead. “It’s been so long since you last took me, and I am so empty.”

He chuckles. “It’s only been two days.”

“Two days is an eternity when one craves something as I crave you.” I bat my eyes at him.

He sits on the bed and slides back, toward the pillows. “I cannot deny you anything, my love.”

Except for my freedom. A feeling of safety. A life without fear.

It is when I first sink down on his length that I notice a faint gray cast at the edge of his hairline. He holds my hips and pulls me into an easy rhythm, but I note a tremor in one of his hands. I close my eyes and tip my head back, reveling in the tug of him deep inside me as I stroke him with my grasping cunt. He gasps, and it is, finally, not a pleasurable sound.

“Cenere,” he whispers. “I don’t feel well.”

I open my eyes.

Though I anticipated his death, I did not expect him to look so like a corpse before it happened. His face has bloated and gone grey. His veins are thick and black and bulging in his neck. They make an oily spiderweb across his chest and down his arms. The hands at my hips can no longer hold me. He tries to lift his head and cannot.

Pure panic flares in his eyes, the delicious sign that he has never, until this very moment, experienced fear of the magnitude he’s imposed upon others.

“You’re dying, Arcus,” I say simply, never stopping the easy rock of my hips.

He opens his mouth, and I see that the word formed on his swelling lips is, “guards!”, but no sound comes out.

“No one will hear you cry for help,” I tell him, and let myself smile genuinely at him for the first time. “I want you to know that this didn’t start off as a personal revenge. I came to court to kill you—well, Luthian came to court to kill you, but I knew I would help.”

My cunt drips, gushes with renewed arousal. Despite being on the brink of death, Arcus’s cock never flags for a moment. It’s funny, and fitting, somehow, that the king of the Court of Pleasure and Torment should meet such a tormented end while I take my pleasure in it. I reach down to rub myself, pausing a moment to moan and squeeze on him before I continue.

“You made it a personal revenge, Arcus.” My breath speeds up. I lift myself on my knees to thrust him harder and faster inside of me. “When you tortured me. When you humiliated me for the sake of power instead of pleasure. When you stole my vengeance against Cadwyn Thrace.”


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