The Tournament by Scarlett Vora

to go slow," she said.  
    "But I want to," he replied, driving deep.  
    Ruby tried to force him to pick up the pace by thrusting up at his cock, but he stilled her hips with a firm hand.
    "No," he said, inching into her. "I want it this way."  
    Ruby began to whimper and squirm. She felt irritable, and finally she—who never lashed out at a man with a fine cock—raked her nails across the doctor's back.
    He laughed. "You're close, aren't you?"  
    The phantom lips closed around Ruby's clit, and she came in seconds. The doctor finally began to move freely, shuddering as he spent, his hips jerking.  
    Afterwards, he lay by her side and cuddled her close.  
    "Are you really the King's brother?" Ruby asked.  
    "Yes."
    "Are you really a doctor ?"  
    The doctor chuckled. "I am."  
    "Surely you don't have to work."  
    "It is not work," he replied. "It is a calling. I serve my brother. The King is a fine warrior. He commands many soldiers, all of them better fighters than I could ever be. But he is not immune to injury. With my medical knowledge, and my magic, I've saved his life more than once."  
    "So why are you here in the Pavilion?" Ruby asked.
    The doctor didn't answer.
    "How many of the aspirants have you fucked?" Ruby asked.  
    "Many," he answered.  
    "How many?"
    "I don't know. Hundreds."  
    "And how many have received secrets of the Tournament?" Ruby asked.
    "One," he said. "And that was too many."
    "When did you last fuck another aspirant?"  
    "A few hours ago," he replied. "Does that bother you?"  
    "Of course not," said Ruby. "I'd be dead if you didn't fuck them, wouldn't I?"  
    The doctor didn't answer.
    "Tell me the truth," said Ruby. "Did I feel different to you?"  
    "I can't answer that."  
    Ruby shivered. He had brought her back from the brink of death. She would respect his wishes, but she didn't like it. She sat up.
    "Do you feel different?"  
    Ruby craned her neck around, then couldn't resist caressing the lean muscles of the doctor's chest. "Good as new," she said.
    "Then don't worry."  
    "Let me suck your cock." She twisted onto her hands and knees. Her mouth, at least, hadn't changed. "Use my mouth. I want your cum."  
    Just the words made him hard again. He lay on his back while she crouched over him, on hands and knees, teasing him to the point of orgasm before she backed away and let him thrust his cock at the empty air. Then she took him down her throat and swallowed, knowing the rippling muscles would remind him of a cunt.  
    "Holy Fuck," gasped the doctor, grabbing her hair and holding her down on his cock. "Oh fuck, your mouth , fuck."  
    "Mmm," Ruby hummed, making his cock vibrate. "Mmm."  
    The doctor growled and let go of her hair, gripping the table tight with both hands. His hips jerked in tight, uncontrollable thrusts. "I want to fuck that hot red mouth of yours. I want to fuck the teeth right out of it."
    She swallowed every drop of his cum and smacked her lips afterwards.
    "Your mouth is amazing," said the doctor, when he could speak again. "What a woman you are."  
    That made Ruby feel a little bit better, even after she found out she'd been summoned to the Fourth Trial the next morning. She thought of the beautiful young man, and lying on the grass waiting to die, and she considered leaving rather than accepting the summons.
    "Do you think I should go home?" Ruby asked Lily that night.
    "You are always free to go," said Lily, then she snuggled Ruby tight. "That's what I'm supposed to tell you, and it's true. But if you want my advice, I think you should answer the summons. Find out what the Trial is, and leave if it goes hard on you."
    "You're right." Ruby buried her nose in Lily's hair and let her eyes grow heavy. "And if I pass, I'll have four beads. Just like you."  
    The Steward took the aspirants ready for their Fourth Trial into the palace the next morning, to the spacious, whitewashed servants' quarters, and asked to service the Palace staff—the gardeners