“And nothing underneath? Maybe you’re not such a good girl after all.”
She bit her lip and gave him her innocent look. He just laughed, scooped her up, and dropped her in the center of the bed, before stripping quickly and following her. She sighed with satisfaction as his warm heavy body settled over hers, her arms reaching up to wrap around his neck.
“You’re very beautiful, my Ella.” He cupped her cheek, holding her in place as he bent his head and kissed her with a sweet tenderness that rapidly turned carnal. Her lips felt swollen and tender, her whole body aching as she arched, trying to get closer to him. When he raised his head, the flames had taken over his eyes completely.
“I can’t wait, kitten.”
“D-don’t wait.”
“Once I do this, you’re mine. There’s no going back.”
“Y-yours,” she agreed, tugging at him impatiently.
He growled, and reached between their bodies, growling again when he discovered her private parts slick and wet. One thick finger probed at her entrance then slowly entered her. He’d never gone this far before and she gasped at the thrilling stretching sensation. A moment later, he added another digit. This time there was a little less thrill and a little more stretch and she wiggled uncertainly.
“Ssh, pet.” He adjusted his angle and brushed his thumb across her clit. Her body instinctively tightened around his fingers and sparks of light danced across her vision.
“O-oh.”
“Do you like that? Good girl. Let’s try another one.” The third finger was even more of a stretch and she panted as he worked it slowly inside, still doing a slow sweep across her clit and keeping her balanced on the edge of an explosion. Her hands clutched at his shoulders, then slid up to fasten around his horns.
“Are you ready?” he asked, voice strained.
“Yes.” The word came out clear and strong. She had never wanted anything more.
He removed his fingers, leaving her feeling empty and wanting, but before she could protest, she felt the thick head of his cock pushing against her. Her body resisted, but he maintained a slow, steady pressure until the tight ring of muscle loosened and he entered her. Her mouth opened in silent shock as her body opened around him.
“So tight,” he groaned. He tried to push forward, but her untried channel resisted his efforts. He had two fingers on her clit now, no longer gentle, but demanding.
“Come for me, kitten,” he ordered as his fingers clamped down, and she exploded, her body arching instinctively toward him as white light flashed across her vision. He used the movement to thrust through her resistance and bury himself completely. There was a flash of pain at the overwhelming stretch, but it only added to the ecstasy flooding her body. Her channel fluttered widely, trying to accommodate the intruder, and she actually felt his oris open, felt it pulsating inside her as she slipped from one climax directly into another.
When the convulsions finally stopped, she opened her eyes to find him watching her, his face tense and his body rigid, and she realized that he was waiting for her. She smiled up at him, and even though his muscles were still taut, he smiled back. Experimentally, she lifted her legs to wrap them around his hips, the position opening her even more, so his cock slipped impossibly deeper. He began to pull out, the withdrawal sending another shockwave of pleasure through her system.
“Your little cunt is holding me so tightly,” he rasped, pausing with the head still tucked inside, then thrusting forward. The devastating fullness returned, sending sparks of excitement through her body. He grasped her bottom, pulling her up and into him so that her swollen nub was pressed firmly against him. Her legs closed around his hips, seeking more of the delicious pressure and he groaned in approval, moving faster now as her body loosened and accepted him. She tightened her grip on his horns. His hips began thrusting wildly and he gathered her still closer, kissing her face, her neck, any part of her that he could reach, until she heard him call out her name and felt an explosion of hot liquid deep inside.
An overwhelming rush of love and happiness swept over her, and she hugged him close as the tears slipped down her cheeks. His body quivered and she kept her arms and legs wrapped tightly around him until he finally raised his head and looked at down at her. His soft smile disappeared and was replaced by horror as he saw her tears.
“Did I hurt you, kitten?”
“N-no. Just happy.”
His face relaxed. “So am I. Very happy.” Then he kissed her, so long and sweet and… loving, that she was crying again when he finished.
“No more tears, kitten.”
She gave him a watery smile and nodded. He kissed her nose, then slowly eased from her body, a faint sting accompanying his departure. He looked down and an odd expression crossed his face. “Your virgin blood is on my cock, on my sheets, kitten.”
She followed his gaze, the small patch of bright red shocking against the pale pink sheets, and shook her head and smiled at him.
“I’m f-fine.” She was a little sore, but only a little, and the soreness was far surpassed by satisfaction.
“You know, in ancient times they would display the sheet from the First Mating,” he continued thoughtfully. “I always thought it was a barbaric custom, but now I know why. I would do the same thing if I could, to show the world you’re mine.”
“I am y-yours,” she said firmly.
“Yes, you are. But I don’t want anyone else to know about you. I’m keeping you for myself.” He kissed her nose, then quickly stripped the sheet from the bed before getting a warm cloth and washing her gently. The damp heat felt wonderful and she sighed happily as he climbed back into bed and took her in his arms. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d been this happy.
Chapter Fifteen
Karthajin hugged Ella close as she made little contented purrs and snuggled against him. He felt as shaken as if he’d been the one to lose his virginity rather than her, although he still remembered that long-ago day when his had been taken. His grandfather had decreed it was time and sent one of his favorites to induct him into manhood. She had been beautiful, of course, and skilled, and it had been an exciting new experience. Yet, despite the physical pleasure, when she bowed gracefully and left him, her face serene and completely untouched by the encounter, he realized that something had been missing.
He had continued to use the palace courtesans—his body had needs and to do otherwise would have started unwelcome rumors—but he always had that same slightly hollow feeling afterwards. The one time he had thought he was making a true connection, with a charming little Anderan only a few years older than he, she had abandoned him for his father’s bed without a second thought. His father had quite deliberately arranged for him to encounter them together, then laughed when he couldn’t conceal his repulsion. He’d even offered to share her, but Karthajin had walked out and never called for her again. He knew with every particle of his being that Ella would never have betrayed him like that.
Now he didn’t feel hollow, he felt… complete, as if a missing part of him had just fallen into place. Once again, his thoughts turned to the possibilities of keeping her here with him forever. If she was truly content, if she could remain hidden away from the court, would it really be so bad?
Ella stirred and looked up at him, her face still glowing, then frowned at his serious expression. She tapped his forehead.
“Th-thinking?”
“Yes, I’m thinking too much.” He laughed and shook off his introspection. “What I should be doing is paying attention to my beautiful little kitten.”
She gave a firm little nod, then peeped at him speculatively from under her lashes.
“What mischief are you contemplating, pet?”
Instead of answering him, she pulled his head down for a kiss, her fingers running through his curls to stroke the base of his horns. They responded to her touch, throbbing as she increased the pressure, as her kiss became more urgent, but before he could roll her under him for a second
encounter, she bit down on his lower lip. The sharp little sting went straight to his cock, even as he pulled his head back.
“You little imp. What did you do that for?”
She tried to give him her innocent look, but her eyes were sparkling with mischief. “C-catch me.”
Before he could respond, she jumped out of bed and darted away from him. So his kitten wanted to play, did she? With a mock growl, he took off after her as she squeaked happily. The chase lasted longer than he expected. She was little, but she was fast, and her size gave her an advantage when slipping through small spaces. As he chased her though the office, both of them completely naked, he had a fleeting image of what his staff would think if they could see him now. By the time he took her carefully to the ground on a patch of moss in the gardens, he was breathless with laughter and she was giggling just as hard.
He looked down at her. She had leaves in the wild tangle of her hair, a smear of dirt on her face, moss streaked across her breasts—and he wouldn’t have traded her for the most polished, skilled courtesan to have ever decorated his court.
“I love you, Ella,” he whispered.
Her eyes filled with tears and her hand came up to caress his cheek. She took a deep breath.
“I… love… you.”
Happiness overflowed in his chest. He had suspected that she returned his feelings, but he hadn’t realized how much he longed to hear her say it. The slow, careful words were the clearest thing she had ever said, and he suddenly wondered if she’d been practicing. His sweet little kitten. He gave her a long, slow kiss in reward, exploring her until she arched against him. His cock was still rock hard from the chase and her closeness, but he suddenly wanted to take her away from the garden, to tuck her back inside his rooms. He lifted his head and gave her a mock stern look.
“I seem to have a very dirty little girl on my hands.”
She giggled. “F-fun.”
The word hit him harder than he expected. Fun had been in short supply his entire life. For as long as he could remember, his days had been occupied by lessons, lectures, duties. His mother had tried, but their time together was so limited, and the sadness never quite left her eyes. He had loved her very much and he knew that she loved him, but he’d never been able to lift that veil of sadness. But Ella had brought fun into his life and he was determined to keep it there. Pushing aside his introspection, he lowered his head and pressed teasing kisses to Ella’s stomach, letting the short hair of his beard tickle her until she giggled and squealed.
“Come along, dirty girl.”
He threw her over his shoulder as he stood up and she giggled again, then slid her hands down his back to pinch his ass. He gave her bottom a little smack in retribution, but she only wiggled and did it again. By the time they made it to the bathroom, his cock was rigid, his horns were thrumming, and her sweet little cunt was dripping. While the tub was filling, he held her up against the wall so he could concentrate on her breasts, sucking each tempting little peak into his mouth and teasing it with lips, and tongue, and the faintest hint of teeth. When he finally dropped her in the tub, they were pink and swollen, the tips like ripe little berries.
“P-please,” she whispered.
“Not yet, kitten. We have to make sure you’re clean first.”
He used the cloth to wipe the dirt off her face, then more slowly to tease her ears and the sensitive skin of her neck. Then he dropped the cloth and used his hands to soap her breasts and wash them slowly, gently, and very, very thoroughly, as she arched into them.
“Mm, much better,” he said as he poured clear water over her. Her face was flushed with arousal, and she was panting softly. “Are you clean enough now?”
“N-no. Dirrty girrl.” She grabbed his hand and pushed it down between her legs. He could see she was still slightly swollen from before, so he stroked her very gently as he parted the delicate little folds. Her clit was already hard as he feathered a touch across it before moving away.
“M-more.” She grabbed his hand and tried to bring it back.
“You’re a demanding little thing, aren’t you?” He loved the way she never hesitated to let him know what she wanted. Of course, that didn’t mean he would give it to her right away. Instead, he moved on, picking up the cloth and stroking it down the outside of her thighs, before slowly dragging it up the inside of her leg. She squirmed impatiently but he only brushed the cloth lightly across her needy little cunt.
“Up on your hands and knees, kitten.”
She made a face but obeyed, shivering as he ran the cloth down her back. Her luscious little bottom was still slightly pink from his hands and he ran the soap slowly over each cheek before dipping between them.
“Do you need cleaning here, too, kitten?”
He pulled her cheeks apart and teased at the little pink pucker with a soapy finger. She squeaked but didn’t pull away and he pressed very carefully at the tiny hole as he brought his other hand back to her clit. She made little mewling sounds of excitement, pushing back and forth between his hand on her clit and his finger. Each movement sent his finger a little deeper into the hot, dark channel until he was buried to his knuckle and her whole body was quivering.
“That’s my good little girl,” he whispered, watching her tiny pucker stretching to take something even as small as his finger. “Do you like it when I play with your tight little bottom hole?”
“Y-yes.” Her hips jerked. “M-more.”
“What more do you want, pet?” He used his free hand to tweak her nipples. “Some attention to your pretty little breasts?”
“Y-you. Want you inside me,” she said impatiently.
“Are you sure you’re not too sore?” Her entrance was still pink and swollen, but she was slick and ready when he tested her, pushing back eagerly against his finger. Unable to resist, he climbed into the tub behind her where she was still on her hands and knees, and pressed his cock to her tiny entrance, slowly embedding himself in her tight, wet heat. She was whimpering, trying to force him deeper but he maintained the slow, steady pace until at last he was buried inside her. His oris was flowering, pulsing around her cervix and his balls were already tightening, but he refused to lose control this time. Instead, he continued the leisurely tempo, rocking them both into a slow, sensual climax.
Despite the unhurried movements, his heart was pounding as he cuddled her close to him afterward, his hold possessive. She was his and he never wanted to let her go. Even as the thought crossed his mind, he knew that he couldn’t keep her. In the end he would have to set her free before the court, or he, destroyed her.
Unaware of his dark thoughts, she looked up and gave him a sleepy, satisfied smile.
“Mm. L-like bath.”
He pushed aside his worries about the future and smiled back. “I do, too, kitten. I think you’re going to be a very clean little girl from now on. But perhaps, perhaps, we should get you dirty again first?”
She nodded eagerly and he laughed, picking her up out of the tub and ignoring the water that splashed everywhere as he carried her back to bed and proceeded to make sure she was thoroughly, completely dirty.
Chapter Sixteen
The next morning, reality intruded. He was still lying in bed, Ella curled tightly against him, her breath coming in soft little snuffles, when his com panel sounded. Knowing that she was exhausted, he slipped out of bed quietly and went into the sitting room to answer.
“Your Imperial Majesty, I apologize for disturbing you but His Eminence, High Priest Lekasar is here. He is… concerned that you canceled his audience yesterday and wishes to check on your health.”
Fuck. He had forgotten that he’d had a meeting scheduled with the priest yesterday. While he in no way regretted the day he had spent with Ella, he should have thought to handle Lekasar’s situation more diplomatically. As High Priest, he deserved at least the appearance of reverence. His advisory position was another one of his grandfather’s legacies, and while Karthajin appreciated his political kno
wledge as well as his power over the populace, he’d never warmed to the man.
“Very well. Ask him to join me for breakfast in the small dining room and send for my dresser. I will be there shortly.” Unlike Tanaca, Lekasar would be insulted by anything less than a formal meal, just as he would expect Karthajin to be formally attired.
He sighed and went back to his bedroom to tell Ella. She blinked up at him sleepily and he stopped long enough to kiss her, a kiss she returned with an enthusiasm that made him long to forget about Lekasar and spend another day with her. Instead, he reluctantly lifted his head.
“I’m sorry, kitten. I have to have breakfast with my High Priest, and you can’t join us.” Aside from the fact that he knew she would still be uncomfortable at a formal meal, he wasn’t about to subject her to Lekasar’s disapproval.
Her lower lip pouted out adorably and he laughed.
“Believe me, I would much rather stay here with you. Shall I tell Sendat you’ll come in my place or do you want to stay here in bed?”
She stretched and winced. Damn. He’d been unable to keep his hands off of her and she’d been just as enthusiastic, but he knew he shouldn’t have made love to her so many times.
“B-bed.” Then she shot him a seductive glance from under lashes. “C-come back?”
His feeling of guilt disappeared as his horns pulsed, but he shook his head. “I’m afraid not, pet. I can’t cancel another day of appointments. But eat your breakfast like a good girl and put on one of your pretty outfits and you can join me in my office later. I’ll send Saban for you.”
Seeming perfectly content to spend yet another morning curled up in his office, she gave him a sleepy smile, and he reluctantly tore himself away.
Lekasar was waiting for him, his thin ascetic face cast in its usual disapproving lines. Like all priests, his hair was fastened into a tight knot, and the severe style accentuated the rigid cast of his features, but he would have been quite attractive if he ever smiled. As always, he was magnificently dressed. He bowed to precisely the correct degree as Karthajin entered, his heavily embroidered gold robes flaring out around him.
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