The Empress' New Clothes Page 17

  “I’m not mad at you, Cam,” Kyra admitted, sucking in her breath as the warrior drew harder from her breast, his fingers thrashing frantically inside of her. “Oh—Cam.” She climaxed, her hard nipple jutting up into his mouth.

  Cam groaned, sucking harder at the rigid peak. Raising his head a minute later, he removed his fingers from her passage and licked them clean. “You promise?”

  “Yes.”

  “Good.” His eyes feasted on Kyra’s aroused body as he grabbed a breast and squeezed. “Let me attend to you again, Your Majesty. Your body drives me nigh unto daft.”

  Kyra grinned. “With lines like that, you’ll go far with the women.”

  “’Tis the truth,” Cam said, grinning back but nevertheless serious. “I chose not to dally o’er much at your consummation feast because I had not Muta for relief back then, but now”—he wiggled his golden eyebrows mischievously—“I am ready to gorge.”

  “Go feast on the other wenches,” a familiar voice commanded him softly, “I would have this time with the High Queen.”

  Kyra was stunned to see Kil lowering himself down beside her. Not wanting to make a scene, she turned to Cam and nudged him with a smile. “Go on. I know you want to. Enjoy yourself with the other mated women here.”

  “For a certainty?”

  “Yes. Go on.”

  Cam smiled, then stood up to defer to the lesser husband’s wishes. When he was out of earshot, Kyra turned to Kil and searched his face. “What are you doing over here?”

  “What does it look like?” Kil took the spot Cam’s departure had opened up. Running his fingers over Kyra’s engorged labia, he began to massage her clit. “I see the young buck has prepared you for my ministrations.”

  “Actually,” Kyra admitted on a gasp, “I’ve already peaked twice, so I should probably go to Zor.”

  “I didn’t hear you peak.”

  “Well I still did.”

  “If you say so.” Kil grinned. Thrusting two fingers into her tight channel, he continued to rub her swollen clit, something the much younger Cam hadn’t been experienced enough to automatically know to do. “But Zor will not leave the warrior’s side of the chamber until he hears you climax.”

  “He came for me the last time.”

  “’Tis my understanding that you screamed the last time.”

  “Yes,” Kyra breathed out, rotating her hips as a natural reaction to pleasure-seeking. “But last time I was in Geris’s position on center stage. I had hands all over me.”

  Kil thrust his fingers deeper, continuing to massage her sensitive bud. “Believe me, lusty one, I will be able to accomplish alone what it takes four and five of these young bucks to do.”

  Kyra didn’t doubt that, and that’s what worried her. Placing her hand on his wrist to stop him, she was irritated when it didn’t work. “Kil,” she moaned, “please stop. This doesn’t seem right.”

  “What doesn’t seem right to me,” Kil said brazenly, massaging her as her channel flooded, “is having a tradition that forces me to sample of your charms, but not allowing me to taste of them.” His lips curled unrepentantly. “So I’m going to remedy that just a wee bit.”

  Kyra was about to climax when Kil brought his ministrations to an abrupt halt. Her eyelids fluttered open questioningly.

  “You do not get off the hook that easy,” Kil informed her mockingly, “because as I said, I would taste of you first.”

  “But—”

  He held up a silencing palm. “’Tis my right as a lesser husband to do this at consummation feasts should I desire it.” He situated his body between Kyra’s splayed legs and feasted his eyes on her heavy breasts. She could feel his fierce erection. “Do you deny me my rights?”

  Kyra flushed, remembering the promise he had extracted from her a few days past out on the balcony. Now she had to wonder how mapped out this situation had been on her plotting brother-in-law’s part. “No, of course not.”

  Kil grunted, satisfied. “Grab both of your breasts for me, then hold up your nipples for my inspection. Come now, let me see you do it.”

  Kyra did as she was bade, the arousal in her belly knotting. She felt guilty for a moment, but let the feeling pass when she heard Zor climax for what had to be the fifth time across the room.

  “Leha,” he was crooning, “had I known of your talent for suckling, I would have availed myself of you before.”

  Nostrils flaring, Kyra thrust her elongated nipples up to Kil’s mouth. “Suck them.”

  Kil grinned down at her, the scar on his right cheek twisting. “If you plan to have a happy life on Tryston, ‘tis important to learn that lust and love do not always go hand-in-hand. Leastways, not at consummation feasts.” He bent his neck, laving at both rosy peaks, then raised his head to meet her gaze again. “But, aye, I will be happy to make Zor jealous for you.”

  With a growl, Kil lowered his mouth to Kyra’s plumped up nipples and feasted. She inhaled sharply, grinding her hips against him. Kil ground his hips back, simulating the act of joining.

  “Mmm,” he said on a low moan over and over, as he continued to draw from her nipples and rock back and forth between her thighs. “Mmm.”

  Kyra moaned. “Oh god—oh Kil.”

  “Mmm.” Kil rotated his hips, steering Kyra closer and closer to peak. And just when she almost reached it, he stopped—again.

  Kyra hit him on the back. “That’s twice! Stop it!”

  He lifted his face from her breasts and grinned unabashedly. “Getting frustrated, lusty one?” He craned his neck to brush his tongue over both nipples in one long swipe, then raised his head again. “I would taste more of you before giving you your woman’s joy.”

  “Such as?”

  Kyra sucked in her breath as Kil moved down her body, raining wet kisses in his path. Behind her she heard Geris scream out her release, then heard Dak snarling at the warriors who had caused it as he picked her up and carried her from the room.

  “Are you ready to scream like that?” Kil asked arrogantly, splaying Kyra’s legs wide and settling his face between them. He teased her with a quick lap to her cunt, inducing her to moan. “Answer me.”

  “Yes.”

  “Is my brother watching?”

  Kyra grinned without looking away from Kil. “Yes.”

  “How do you know?”

  “My bride’s necklace is glowing a red-green.”

  “Ah.” Kil took another lick, savoring the sweet, clean taste of her flesh. “He’s pissed and he’s lusty—an excellent combination.”

  Kyra rotated her hips, swiping her labia across Kil’s mouth. Now it was her brother-in-law who was groaning. “Pinch my nipples while you taste me,” she breathed out on a thick whisper.

  “By the goddess, you are a lusty piece.” Kil reached up and grabbed both of Kyra’s nipples, rolling them between his fingers.

  “Oh god—yes.” Kyra’s neck went limp, her head falling back on the reclining cot. When Kil growled low in his throat and his mouth dove to feast on her wet cunt, she actually came up off of the cot a little. “Ohhh.” Knowing that her husband was watching, that later he would fuck her mindless, only heightened the effect Kil’s stellar skill had on her. “Yes. Kil. Suck harder—oh yes, there.”

  Kil dined on her swollen pink flesh like a hungry animal. Still pulling on her nipples, he licked and sucked on her labia and clit, slurping sounds echoing throughout the great hall.

  “God.” Kyra wrapped a leg around Kil’s neck without thinking, smashing his face into her slippery folds.

  “Mmmmm,” Kil rumbled, vibrating Kyra’s clit with the sound. “Mmmmmm.”

  It was all she could stand. Arching her hips, Kyra wrapped both legs around his neck, smashed his face into her trembling flesh, threw her head back, and let out a scream that brought the rafters down.

  A few moments later, Kil sat up, breathing harshly. Kyra rolled onto her stomach, then got up on all fours, doing the same. Expecting for Zor to lift her up and take her to their bed
chamber, she was surprised when instead she felt his hands grab a hold of her hips and his large, thick cock surge into her from behind. “Zor—what are you—ohhhhhh!”

  Kyra’s eyes rolled back into her head as a swift, ferocious climax overpowered her thinking. Moaning, she met her husband’s thrusts eagerly and wantonly.

  Kil stretched out on his side, propped himself up on one elbow, and his lips curling wryly, watched the show. More warriors gathered around until there was a huge circle formed about Kyra and Zor.

  It wasn’t everyday they would be given the chance to watch a royal mating and well they knew it. A High King only put his nee’ka on public display when he wanted to demonstrate his dominance over her, when he wanted to prove to his warriors that ‘twas him that held all dominion over her pleasures.

  Zor thrust his cock into Kyra from behind, over and over, again and again. When she climaxed, he pumped harder. When she begged for more, he pummeled relentlessly. When she pleaded for him to make the bridal stones pulse, he denied her.

  He made her beg for it.

  He made her plead for it.

  He made her grovel for it.

  And still, Zor denied her. After Kyra’s next shattering climax convulsed her, Zor pounded into her flesh as he arrogantly asked, “who owns this lusty piece of flesh between your thighs?” She peaked again, sobbing for his seed. “Who?” he barked.

  “You do. Oh god—you do.”

  Zor shifted his hips, grinding into Kyra’s cunt until she screamed. Rotating again, he hammered her mercilessly from behind, her breasts jiggling in time with his thrusts. “What warrior has fucked this sweet channel but me?” he possessively growled.

  “No one.”

  “Say it again.”

  “No one.”

  “Shall I show these men why?” Zor asked arrogantly, thrusting harder, pounding faster.

  “Yes—oh god yes.”

  The non-mated warriors grew still, eyes wide, penises erect, all of them eager to see what happened when a bride’s necklace pulsed. Even Kil, jaded as he was, couldn’t squelch his brewing restlessness. They had all heard stories. None had seen it firsthand.

  Muscles tense and corded, Zor grabbed Kyra’s hips and pounded into her. Hard. Fast. Relentless. Over and over. Again and again. She bucked and arched, screamed and begged, pleaded and sobbed. And just when she thought she wouldn’t be able to stand it anymore, Zor’s nostrils flared and he bellowed, “then take my seed.”

  The bridal necklace pulsed.

  Kyra screamed.

  Zor bellowed.

  The spectators blanched.

  Kyra and Zor convulsed and shook—her keening, him roaring—both of them riding peak after peak after peak of ceaseless, never-ending, soul-shattering climax. It went on and on, wave after wave, mind-numbing in its intensity.

  When at last the waves ebbed, Kyra fell to the ground, depleted. Zor gentled himself on top of her, breathing harshly.

  Kil was the first to come out of the trance-like state and regain some semblance of reason. Inhaling deeply, he stood up and shuffled the warriors from the great hall to give his brother and sister-within-the-law their privacy.

  “Find a lusty wench and take to your rooms, men,” Kil directed as he blew out a breath of air. “I know I’ll be finding a few.”

  * * * * *

  Dak dragged his gaze back from where the naked Chief Priestess sat next to him and leveled it onto his bride. He took in the sight of her tempting onyx body stretched out and splayed wide, ready to accommodate him, and his nostrils flared with the satisfaction of an accomplished hunter. His breathing was choppy, his control stretched.

  ‘Twas time.

  Dak summoned the clothes from his body, one golden eyebrow arching arrogantly when he heard his nee’ka’s drawn-in breath at the sight of his fierce erection. “Aye?”

  Geris licked her lips. Her almond-shaped eyes rounded disbelievingly. “Sweet Jesus,” she muttered.

  Dak grinned. “You know what they say, my hearts.”

  “W-What’s that?”

  “Once you go Dak, you never go back.”

  Chapter 23

  The following morning, Kyra left her rooms to go down to breakfast only to discover that not only had last night’s performance managed to reaffirm Cam’s crush on her, but she also had a few more recruits to add to his number. Mik, Gio, and two more warriors she hadn’t been introduced to until just now, followed in her wake like puppies clamoring for attention.

  “’Tis I who should escort her to breakfast,” Cam declared.

  “Nay,” Mik scowled, “you escort her nigh unto every morn.”

  “Think you that ‘tis you who should do it?” Gio snapped at Mik.

  And so went the conversation until Kyra held up a palm and bade them all to escort her to breakfast. When they then almost came to blows over who would stand on what side of her, she’d had enough.

  Making them flip a credit, she then assigned Cam to her left, Gio to her right, and the remaining three to the rear of her. At first the “losers” of the credit toss had thought to complain, but then they had gotten a close-up view of what losing offered and clamped their mouths shut.

  Cam and Gio were the happiest, though, for being to either side of the wee High Queen made it easy for them to gaze down and watch her breasts jiggle as she walked.

  Smiling sweetly and just as falsely, Kyra gently asked her escorts if they had yet been moved into their new suite.

  “Nay,” Gio pouted, his handsome brow furrowing. “It could mayhap be another sennight before the suite has been made ready for us.”

  “So that means you haven’t had your women yet?”

  “Nay,” all answered in unison.

  “Except Cam,” Gio added, “who has Muta.”

  Kyra nodded, figuring as much. She decided to make her next project a magician’s trick—she would figure out how to turn a sennight into a day. Please, she sighed to herself, let it be possible.

  * * * * *

  “Ah,” Kil teased Zor. “Here comes your nee’ka now. And look, five hard warriors are with her.” Bellowing in laughter at his own pun, he grabbed his stomach and guffawed.

  Zor rolled his eyes, clearly not impressed with his brother’s warped wit, though ‘twas good to see him laughing more and more these days. “Cease your bellowing, dunce. They seek only to escort her to the table.”

  “Uh huh. That explains their leathers being stretched at the crotch then.”

  “Harrumph. They are not…they are n—harrumph. I see your point.”

  Zor’s eyes trailed possessively up and down the length of his wee nee’ka’s form. She looked resplendent today in a qi’ka of green that set off the fire-berry of her hair, both atop her head and between her thighs. ‘Twas almost nonexistent, the qi’ka was so transparent, so he could understand the reaction it had on the randy young warriors. ‘Twas having the same effect on him were he honest.

  “’Tis I who shall hold out her chair for her.”

  “Nay, lackwit, ‘tis I.”

  “Ha! I don’t think ‘tis either of you. I think—”

  “Enough.” Zor scowled at his quibbling warriors as he surged to his feet. “I will hold the chair for my nee’ka this morn.” When they knew enough to flush awkwardly on their feet and cast their gazes to the ground, he realized that they understood him well. “Which of you has seen to the High Queen thus far?”

  “Cam,” Gio answered begrudgingly.

  “Then Cam will see to her from now on, aye?”

  “Aye,” they answered in unison.

  “Be gone and take to the fields. Kil will teach you more offensive maneuverings this day.”

  When the warriors had gone and Zor still hadn’t made a motion to seat her, Kyra delicately cleared her throat, garnering her husband’s attention. He was staring at her territorially, and if she hadn’t missed her mark, he wanted to couple. But there was something else there too. Some glint in his eye Kyra didn’t recognize.

 
“Aye?” Zor asked in a thick whisper.

  “My chair,” she whispered.

  “Ah. Of course, pani.”

  Zor telekinetically summoned the chair to move out. When Kyra sat down, he flicked his wrist to send it back in. “So,” he said stiffly, as he took his own seat, “what ‘twas that sorry scene all about?”

  Kyra shrugged, motioning toward Kil to pass her the taka juice. “Beats me. Where are Geris and Dak?”

  “They have not yet emerged from their rooms. Why were those bucks trailing after you that way?”

  Kyra threw Kil a “gee-I-wonder-why” glance. “I don’t know. Has anyone seen them? The joining went well then?”

  “They are fucking like two maki beasts in full rut. Why were they following you?” Zor bellowed.

  The great hall grew very quiet. Servants tried not to stare as they passed by the raised table with foodstuffs and drink.

  Kyra’s face colored. She shifted her gaze to her goblet of juice. “They have crushes on me, I suppose.”

  “I see. And why would that be?” Zor asked viciously. “Were you letting them touch you before you came down? Did you part your qi’ka and let them fondle your channel?”

  “Brother,” Kil murmured, “you are embarrassing your nee’ka.”

  “Stay out!” Zor held up a palm to silence Kil without removing his gaze from Kyra. “So tell me, devoted nee’ka of mine. Tell me why. Tell me which of them has been giving you your woman’s joy, or has it been all of them?”

  “Fuck you!”

  Kyra surged to her feet, spun on her heel, and fled from the great hall.

  Kil took a calming breath before laying into Zor. “Way to go, brother. I take it you enjoy having your nee’ka out of sorts with you. It seems to me you just got back in her good graces and here you are already back out of them.”