Knight's End: A Reverse Harem Fantasy (Tangled Crowns Book 3), page 30
I backed away; a thousand years of self-control my only weapon against this sarding ridiculous emotion.
I closed my eyes and my secret, youngest concubine giggled and clapped her hands over her mouth. I hadn't had her long enough yet for her to be truly scared of me.
"That sounds amazing! But you want to get rid of it? I can't completely get rid of another wish. You can't go back to what you once had you know."
The stupid teenager recited one of the oldest known rules of wish magic.
"I know.”
"Can you tell me exactly what the wish said?" She asked, tilting her head in a way that made me want to slam it down onto the marble floor.
I restrained myself. I'd already killed three idiot advisors before the rebellion had erupted. I needed this problem fixed. My country was going to shite. “She wished that I’d be happy every day for the rest of my life. As happy as if I were having an orgasm—” Seed shot from my cock even as I said the word. My head tilted back.
But I’d had so many orgasms lately that they’d ceased to be enjoyable. They’d become a burden. A menace. A dangerous moment when someone might attack. Because that sarding bitch had turned me into a joke.
Even the teen whelp in front of me wasn’t scared like she should be.
Her khol-lined eyes narrowed. "What do I get if I help you?"
My smile stretched wide. "Your life."
She sniffed. "That's not enough. I wish that once I snap my fingers, you'll never be able to see me or find me or anyone I love ever again. I wish you wouldn’t remember me or think of me ever again."
I hated granting wishes. Wishes were for plebeians. As Sultan I was owed payment, I didn't make it.
But I could hardly see straight, much less think. That stupid little bitch from Evaness. She’d get what was coming to her. "Fine. Granted." I spit out. I couldn't even be unhappy about doing it. The sarding wish! My mind was constantly at war with my body. My body was thrilled, content. I was not.
My concubine smiled. It was a smile so similar to my usual face—calculating and predatory—that briefly I wondered what her name was. But then I dismissed it as unimportant.
The stupid harlot giggled. "That wish was brilliant. She didn't attack you in the slightest. But she defeated you all the same.”
"Yes," I yanked on the girl’s ponytail, wrenching her face back. I pulled my hard shaft from my pants and pushed it toward her mouth. "Now say something useful. Or suck me off." My dick throbbed painfully. Even though I’d just come in my pants, I needed to come again. I felt it building, and a stupid, open-mouthed expression formed on my face.
She yanked out of my grip and danced away. "What is the point of that? You already feel like you're having an orgasm!"
I growled, ready to grab her and force her to my will.
But then the girl said, "I've got it! She said every day but not every minute of every day!" She danced over to the window, delighted with herself.
I wanted to kill my advisors all over again. How had they missed that? They deserved worse deaths than they’d gotten.
"Now wish," I commanded.
That arrogant concubine opened her mouth and shook her head. "That was not our deal.” She hopped onto the windowsill and snapped. She disappeared. I assumed she jumped from the window and ran.
I didn’t bother to follow. I wouldn’t be able to see her.
I started to march down the hall, to grab a random soldier in this place to grant my wish. But then I felt a yank around my navel. And I dissolved into navy blue smoke.
I reappeared underwater, sputtering until a ditzy voice in front of me said, “Oh, look a djinni! I must have found a djinni’s ring!”
I stared bleakly through the water, pointing at my neck in an ‘I’m choking’ way.
“I don’t think he can breathe.”
“Shite! Do I have to wish for that? Will that waste one of my wishes?”
I reached forward through the bleary water, toward the girl’s bright colored hair. One had purple hair and the other turquoise. I looked at their hands. Who had the ring? I was going to pop her head off her neck—
“I wish you could live underwater!” she grumbled.
Instantly, I could breathe and see a bit better. We were in the ocean, in the midst of what looked like sea trash. Two sirens stood in front of me, buckets on their arms filled with all sorts of random human paraphernalia. Their breasts bobbed in the current. They looked young.
I bowed, averting my eyes. If one of these sauce-boxes had my ring, I didn’t want them to know who I was.
“Ohh, what can we wish for?” One of them hopped in the water, causing my aching balls to pulse. I tried to hide as I came just a little in my pants.
These idiotic mer creatures didn’t know the first rule of wishing, did they? I let my smile grow bigger. Half of it became real as I realized they didn’t know their first wish should always be, “I wish you wouldn’t kill me.”
I tried to look kind and thoughtful, like a stupid man might. I tried to imitate the faces of some of my advisors as I smiled at the girl.
“Wish I was a siren,” I said. “So that I can please you.”
“Please us how?” the one with turquoise hair asked.
“Giandi, you know how,” the one with purple hair giggled. “Ohh, if we wished he was a siren, maybe he could enter that new competition the queen’s having!”
Giandi clapped her stupid hands as I fought the urge to shove my face into the pussy that was covered only by the tiniest wisp of cloth.
“I wish you were a siren!” she giggled.
“Granted,” I said. Immediately, though I had been able to breathe before, I felt much more at home in the water. Scales grew on the outsides of my arms. My pecs grew to ridiculous proportions and my hair turned into a blond mop that wavered on my head.
“Competition?” I asked, after I studied my new body. It was ridiculous—completely sexual—the opposite of what I wanted.
But, getting the bubble-breathing spoonys to wish it had let me realize that Giandi wore my ring on her thumb. The black band glittered there in the weak, ocean-filtered sunlight.
“Yes. She’s seeking loyal and trustworthy males—maybe we should make him a sea serpent shifter!”
“Oh! And he can enter the competition and become friends with Queen Avia—”
“Avia?” I asked, clenching my fists as an idiotic smile spread across my face. “I thought your queen was Mayi.”
The purple-haired one giggled. “Have you been living under a rock? Queen Bloss killed her nearly a week ago. Avia is Bloss’s sister, but also Mayi’s daughter, and she’s completely and totally—”
“Amazing!” they said in unison, like a group of godawful play actors I’d had executed once.
Giandi turned to her purple-haired friend. “Maybe I should just wish to be friends directly with Avia.”
“That’s a great wish,” I stated. “But I’m having a little problem,” I gestured down at my hard dick.
The girls both looked at it and giggled. “Yes, we can have that effect on men.”
“Can you wish it would go away?”
Giandi cocked her head. “You don’t want—”
“I’m celibate,” I lied.
Both girls made a face at that. “Why?”
“Please, can you just—” It had been so long since I’d pleaded. So long since I’d even asked for something, really. I wasn’t sure my tone was right. I cleared my throat and tried again. “Please. It’s important to me. Can you wish I could only orgasm once a day? It’s horribly embarrassing.”
Giandi stuck a hand on her hip. “I feel like you’re trying to make me waste all my wishes.”
“No, I’m not. I swear—”
“He is! He’s trying to trick you!” the purple-haired cunt-mouth said.
“You have unlimited wishes,” I gritted.
“Prove it.”
“Make four wishes in a row. I’ll grant them all.”
The stupid, plush-faced poppet stood there and thought, as if wishing were hard. “I wish I was the most beautiful siren in the sea.”
“Granted.”
I hardly noticed her face change, but her friend groaned. “Not fair!”
Giandi grinned. “I wish I had my own palace made out of mother of pearl.”
“Granted.”
The stupid bitch actually gasped when a mother of pearl palace appeared in front of us, resting on top of this trash pile.
“Oh!” her hand flew to her chest and her nipples distracted me again. I tried not to stroke myself and grimaced instead.
“More,” I gestured toward my dick. “Please, more. It hurts.”
“I wish I had a treasure chest full of sand dollars,” the unimaginative wench thought.
“Granted.”
The chest nearly crushed her idiotic toes when it appeared.
“Hey, make a wish for me!”
“I wish Laranda’s hair changed colors!” Giandi giggled.
“Granted.”
The purple-haired girl gasped as her hair flickered through all the colors of the rainbow.
“Now, please,” I begged, smiling desperately, even as I palmed my dick through my pants. “Wish it away.”
Giandi rolled her eyes. “What a waste. I wish you could only orgasm once a day, had a low sex drive, all that.”
Immediately, the pain in my cock subsided. But the happiness didn’t. A stupid grin still stretched across my face. But I could deal with happiness. It was a mere annoyance. I couldn’t deal with the mind-numbing torture of constant, orgasmic happiness.
Giandi turned to Laranda. “What should I wish for next?”
But I reached out and snapped Giandi’s neck. I yanked my ring off the dead twat’s finger and slipped it onto my own. Her friend swam away, but it didn’t matter.
I was myself again. Or close enough. The smile actually felt sincere as I thought about the evil things I’d do to reap revenge. I wouldn’t stop until I’d destroyed everything that fucking shite Bloss loved.
Starting with her little sister.
Afterword
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Acknowledgments
A huge thanks to Rob, Rachel, Thais, and Kaydence. Thanks to my cover designer, Nichole Witholder, at Rainy Day Artwork, and my amazing ARC readers.
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