The Tournament (9 page)

The girl's sobbing slowed to a halt and she calmed, but her blotchy face shaded redder, washed with shame.
 

"I failed," she cried. "I failed!"
 

Ruby helped her to her feet.

"What's wrong with you?" Petal shouted at the courtier, unsteady on her feet. "Why would you say those things to me?"
 

"Petal," said Ruby, "do you want to rest? Maybe find something to eat."
 

"She's done," said the nasty courtier. "Nobody will touch her after that display."
 

"I don't want to fuck you," said Petal. "You think we come here because you're so handsome, or so hot? Show me your cock and I'll tell you what I really think of it!"
 

"Go home, girl." The courtier sneered. "Back where you belong."
 

"This is for
me
," said Petal, touching her cunt. She turned her back on the courtier and slapped her ass, making the firm white flesh jiggle. "And this is what I think of you!"

Petal marched out of the room. Ruby wondered how she'd feel when the drugs wore off—terrible, most likely. Even though she'd spoken the truth.

"Now you have me all to yourself," said the courtier to Ruby, his tone mocking. "Come, show me how hot you are."

"So hot," said Ruby, suppressing her fury. She cupped her breasts and pinched the nipples until they beaded. She smoothed her hands along her ribs to rub at her flat stomach and hips, outlining her shape. "I ache for you."
 

The courtier parted his knees. "Come a little closer."

Ruby stepped between his knees.
 

"Put your leg up on the arm of my chair," he ordered.

Ruby raised her heel up onto the arm of his chair, displaying her cunt for him. He dragged a finger through her folds, a fleeing expression of surprise crossing his face when he found her wet and ready.

"Now clean that up." He held out the damp finger, and Ruby licked it clean, moaning a little as she suckled.

"Lilac," the courtier called. "The aspirant has a hungry cunt. Would you like to feed it?"
 

"Oh, yes," said one of the concubines, sauntering close and brandishing a cucumber. "I can
feed
it."

The courtiers watching began to laugh.

"This will fill you up," the concubine teased, fitting the cucumber against Ruby's cunt.
 

"Let me," said Ruby, slapping the concubine's hands away. She worked the cucumber in and out of her cunt, big and awkward, coating it in her oils. "If it's shaped like a cock, I'll fuck it," said Ruby, speaking so low that only the sharp-chinned courtier could hear. She bent forward to give the audience a better view and pumped the cucumber a little faster. "And I will
love
it."
 

She heard murmuring behind her. In front of her, the courtier's eyes flashed with anger.
 

"You act like queens," he said, "but I know what you are. You were common trash off the streets, and you will be again. All of you."
 

"Mmm," said Ruby. "Are you watching? I bet you like to watch. I bet that gets you off faster than anything."
 

"Stick that cucumber in her ass," the courtier snapped at Lilac. He narrowed his eyes at Ruby. "Then we can make her eat it."
 

Ruby snatched the cucumber out of her cunt and whirled to face the concubine.

"You want to fuck my ass with this?" asked Ruby. She stalked forward, brandishing her cucumber, and Lilac took a step back. "That can be arranged."
 

Ruby took another step, and another, until Lilac had backed herself up against an empty chair.
 

"You are beautiful," Ruby crooned. "I'd like to have you on top of me, looking into my eyes when you're not kissing my lips."
 

A little bit of Lilac's bravado melted away, and Ruby pushed her down into the chair. She knelt and parted Lilac's thighs, then touched her tongue to Lilac's pussy. "I want to make you feel good," Ruby said, licking the concubine. "Will you let me?"
 

Lilac watched Ruby warily, but tilted her hips in invitation. "Yes," she said. "You may service me."
 

Ruby licked Lilac's pussy, exploring every fold before settling in at the girl's clit. She penetrated the concubine with two fingers, seeking out the textured spot inside of her that would make her come, then massaged it.
 

Lilac stretched like a cat. She folded and extended her legs, she seemed to dance in place. She mewled like a kitten. A performance of pleasure, and a lovely one.

"You taste so good," said Ruby, suckling and rubbing. "So sweet."

Lilac's hips began to churn.
 

"Don't fight it," said Ruby, picking up the pace. "Come for me."

Lilac began to thrash. Her thighs trembled when she came. Her back arched like a bow and her face seized in an expression of pure pleasure. Ruby kept her tongue and fingers working, drawing Lilac to a second peak, and then a third.
 

By the end, Lilac was so sated she could hardly move at all, lying limp in the chair and making inarticulate noises.

"Has anyone else among this company given you such pleasure?" Ruby stood and surveyed the assembled company. "Have any of these courtiers even wondered what you look like, when you are so well pleased?"

Lilac lurched to her feet and slapped Ruby.

"They haven't, have they?" Ruby asked.

The courtiers, the audience for her drama, eyed her resentfully. They had not appreciated her lesson.
 

The King chose that moment to enter. He seemed not to notice her, greeting his courtiers individually before standing before the assembled company and calling out, "Tell me whose cunt is the hottest!"

"Oh, this one," said a slender, sumptuously dressed man, dragging Onyx off his cock. She released him with an audible pop. "I don't know about her cunt, but she has a hot mouth."
 

"Very hot," said another courtier. "I let her suck me, and I don't regret it."
 

The King glanced quickly at Ruby, and then focused his attention on Onyx.

"Tell me, aspirant, would you like to taste the King's cock?"
 

"Yes," answered Onyx, licking her lips. "I want to."
 

Onyx crawled to the King on her hands and knees, her breasts and hips swaying all the way. The men she passed stared, transfixed, at her damp cunt.

The King parted his robe, displaying his soldier's body. Ruby gasped at the sight of it, scarred and heavily muscled. And his cock! It was long, thick, and perfect. Perfectly straight, perfectly even in girth from base to tip. A marvel, and Onyx swallowed it with an enthusiasm that made Ruby's heart burn with envy.
 

Onyx sucked and laved and caressed the King's cock, groaning as though overwhelmed with pleasure. Ruby couldn't help herself. She reached between her legs to touch.
 

The King met her eyes. His were dark and mocking. He'd had two aspirants to choose from, after all, and he'd picked the other one.
 

That was hard. Ruby wanted to taste the King's cock. But her jealousy was a small, cruel thing, and her desire was great and tender. When Onyx took the whole great length of him into her mouth and down her throat, Ruby fell to her knees and flicked her clit furiously.
 

The King's gaze turned hot.
 

Ruby parted her knees to give the King a better view. He would not touch her, but he would look at her cunt when he came. She could have that.
 

"That redhead needs attending to," said the King, nodding at her. "Nimble, bend her over the board."
 

Nimble led her to a cushioned bench built too high for sitting, too narrow for use as a table. A piece of furniture with no purpose other than fucking. Ruby flattened her stomach against the cushion and lifted her ass high in the air.
 

The courtiers all laughed, and Ruby understood why when Nimble's cock wormed inside of her. He was small. So small she could hardly feel him slipping in and out of her body like a little minnow.

"How does she feel?" The King's voice was steady, though Onyx squeezed the root of his cock with one hand and rolled his balls with the other. "Is she tight?"
 

Again, the courtiers laughed.
 

"Hot and tight," panted Nimble, squeezing his ass with each tiny thrust. "Making me come so fast."
 

The room went silent.
 

Nimble's little cock slipped out of her, just a tickle of sensation, and a dribble of semen wet Ruby's leg. He'd come.
 

"Toady, take Nimble's place," said the King. "Kick the girl's legs wide. I want to watch you fuck her."
 

Toady pushed into her confidently. He was no better than average in size, but he set a quick, easy pace, just forceful enough to send a warm thrill of impact through Ruby's belly with each thrust—and the King began to imitate him, fucking Onyx's mouth at the same pace, with the same rhythm, while the girl knelt at his feet.
 

Onyx moaned in pleasure.
 

Ruby echoed the sound. The King had put this stranger's cock inside of her. In a way, Toady's cock was an extension of the King's.
 

If Toady's cock was was the King's tool, the King was fucking her.
 

She could almost believe that Onyx's satisfaction was
her
satisfaction. Their pleasures one.
 

"I want her again," said Nimble suddenly. "I have to have her again."

Nimble blocked her view of the King when he moved in front of her, prying her mouth open and inserting his tiny cock. She closed her lips around him, taking all of him inside her mouth easily, and began to suckle.
 

Toady spilled his cum inside of her, and a new man took his place.

"What a mouth she's got," said Nimble, kneading her cheeks with sticky fingers.

"This must be what it's like in the tents," said the new man. His cock was long and slender, and it stung when he thrust it into her. "Hot, dirty cunt everywhere."
 

Onyx moaned again, and Ruby whimpered. She wanted to see them. She wanted to watch the King when he came, to imagine that she was the one swallowing his seed.
 

But by the time the courtiers were done with her, both the King and Onyx had left.
 

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."