The couch supported lovers perfectly for woman on top positions, its rolling S loose and open. Rudy made room as she climbed astride him.
She wrapped a fist around her panties and ripped them off, positioned herself over his erection and slid down.
Rudy cried out. He wound both arms around her waist and tugged her close. “Oh, fuck, Majesty. Oh, fuck. You’re so beautiful. I’m so in love with you. I want to do really bad, naughty, dirty things to you all night long.”
“Oh, I’d like that, Rudy.” She rocked her hips, biting into her lower lip. “Like what? What would like to do me, you bad boy?”
“I want to make love to you until we’re both so sweaty and hot that steam rises off us. I want to fog the mirrors on my bed.”
“Nnn.” She pulled up her knees a bit, taking his cock deeper.
He grunted. Starting to shake, he set his hands on her waist and thrust up into her.
“What else are you going to do to me, you bad boy?” She pushed her hands through his hair and used it to bring his mouth to her right breast.
He latched onto her nipple like a hungry babe. Rudy always sucked in her entire nipple, not just the tip. A streak of erotic fire shot straight down to her pussy. The ministrations of his hot, wet mouth wrung an orgasm from her. She shuddered, head back while she rode him through it.
When she pulled back, he stared up at her, his teeth tightly together. “Oh, fuck, Majesty. You know just how to do me. How to get me hot.”
“That’s right, Rudy.” She drew one finger down his nose and across his mouth. “I surely do. Now, tell me something else you want to do to me tonight.”
“I want to take you in the pool. The one with the waterfall.” It cascaded hot water over a rush of stone, cooling as it hit the air, making it splash warmly over skin.
“I like that. The water’s deep in there, Rudy. Are you sure?” She teased him by circling her hips; he gasped, nodding.
“Yeah. Deep. I’m gonna put you on my shoulders while I lick your pussy.”
“Oooh…”
“I’m going to bury my tongue inside you.”
The image of them in the pool sent bolts of heat through her.
“You like that, don’t you?” He held her down hard against him. “You like being licked.”
“Yes, I do, Rudy. I love a big bad boy like you teasing my pussy.”
“I’m going to lick you raw and then fuck you till you scream.”
She groaned at his words. Destoiya rose up almost to the top of his shaft and wiggled her way down again. She gripped his head as she bent to take his mouth. Resting her elbows on the arch of the couch, she lay against him while they kissed.
Rudy opened his mouth for her invasion, stroking and sucking at her tongue. Grinding her hips, she moved in slow circles, bringing the heat of his cock deep inside her.
Beneath her, he groaned in lust, lost in its throes. She raised a little, arching over him, arms out straight against the headrest to support herself.
“Come for me, Rudy. I want to feel your hot jism inside me. Get it in me, lover. Fill me. You’re so hot inside me.”
He gasped twice and arched up against her, tugging her down against him hard. Having this beautiful man out of control and over the edge, deep in bliss in her arms, sent her over the top as well. Her own rhythmic squeezes milked his cock. Destoiya rose on her knees.
Rudy captured her in his arms and snuggled her close. He swept his tongue around her left nipple, sucked it into his mouth and tugged the other with his fingers.
Still shivering from her previous orgasm, his touch sent another soaring through her. His softening cock began to stiffen again.
“Oh, Rudy.” She rocked herself against him. “What a big bad boy you are tonight.”
*
Conqueror’s Palace, Stable, Keeper Wing
Rudolf Brakovsky’s quarters
Destoiya curled up in Rudolf’s bed with him spooning behind her. She nestled against him, loving the feel of half-hard cock against her thigh and the fuzz of chest hair against her skin. “You’re so warm.”
He wrapped an arm around her waist. “You like that?” His breath felt steamy against her ear.
“Mmm. I had no idea you were so cuddly.”
Rudolf nuzzled the base of her neck. “You’ve never spent the night in my room before.”
Turning to face him, Destoiya put her head on his shoulder. “I wanted to talk to you.”
“Now?”
She smiled, tracing her finger down his jaw line. “Are you too tired?”
“Hell, no. Whatever you’re up for, I’m ready.”
“Good.” She drew her finger across his mouth and down his chin. “You’re about the same height and weight as Alitus. Did you know that?”
Beneath her head, his shoulder tightened. “No. I never noticed.” He kissed her temple. “Why? Does it matter?”
“Mmm.” She pushed herself up on one elbow so he could see her face. “He’s a Better, you know.”
“Yeah.” His eyes narrowed. In the dim light, she could not read his expression, but the stiffness of his shoulders and neck gave away his jealousy.
“Have you heard about the Better veil that Parliament is about to require?” The veil consisted of a head covering like a fine net that fell below the shoulders. In addition to preventing their pheromones from escaping, the veil also altered Betters’ voices to a non-gender specific robotic sound, thereby eliminating their influence over normal humans. Although they could see out without difficulty, no one could see within.
“They’re going to pass that law?” Rudolf frowned. “Why would you let them, Majesty? It’s so unfair.”
She lay down beside him. “Alitus knows this will limit him.” She stroked Rudolf’s chest hair, pulling tufts of it with her fingers. “He’s against it and so am I. But we have a democratic monarchy, to an extent, and the people want this. I won’t veto the bill.”
Rudy shook his head. “I don’t pretend to understand the politics of it, but if you say it’s right, I’ll accept that. How can I help?”
“There are going to be times when I’ll need Alitus to be somewhere else when he’s supposed to be with me in public. Once wearing the Better veil is law, no one will know who’s actually under that thing.”
“I see. And you want me to double for him at those times?”
“Yes.” She moved to where he could see her eyes. “Will you do it?”
“For you, my Goddess, I’d appear in public wearing nothing but a smile. Whatever you need me to do, consider it done.”
She clapped her hands and hugged him. After a kiss, she settled against his shoulder. “Thank you, Rudy.”
“I don’t walk like him, you know.” His voice rumbled beneath her ear. “I’ll have to study his walk.”
“That’s true. Will you be able to pull it off?”
“No problem.” He kissed her brow. “Dancer’s tricks. The voice won’t be a problem. The veil changes it, but I don’t know how I’ll pass myself off as him without some briefing on his duties. Is he ok with all this?”
“Mmm.” She lifted one arm over his chest and cuddled closer. “Whatever it takes.” The drifting relaxation of a good doze came over her.
She felt as well as heard him sigh. In a soft voice he said, “Why do I have this feeling that I’m going to regret this?”
Chapter Five
Tarth,TarthCity
Conqueror’s Palace, Alitus Vivaldi’s Quarters
Sumertsag 41
Alitus let himself into his quarters and smiled at his approaching servant. “‘Evening, Grib.” He shrugged out of his jacket.
“Good evening, sir.” Grib accepted the jacket and hung it in the closet. The Tyran’s hooves had been encased with padded shoes but they still clicked on the hardwood floor of the foyer. Goat-like from the waist down, Grib seemed human from the waist up—until he turned his head and his pointed ears and downward curling horns came into view. “Will there be a guest for dinn
er tonight, Mr. Vivaldi?”
Her Majesty’s visits happened at all hours and rarely with announcement. Alitus ensured his staff stayed continually prepared to accommodate her. “Supposed to be just me tonight. Tell Cook not to bother with anything. I grabbed a bite at work.” He unfastened his cuffs. “My office staff had a party this afternoon and I picked at leftovers while I finished up a project.” He dropped the metal cuffs onto a gold-edged plate one of the Tyran ambassadors had given him last year. “They were cold, but I didn’t want much anyway.”
Grib stared at him, owl-eyed. “Cold party leftovers?” He held up both hands and wagged them back and forth in denial. “We won’t be telling Cook about that.”
Alitus sat to remove his boots.
Grib squatted to help him. He set the boots aside and placed slippers in front of him. “Would you care for a brandy, sir? The new Governor of Notidisia arrived today and she sent over a few bottles. I heard they’re flavored with some sort of flowers.”
“Why not?” Alitus slid his feet into slippers, stood and stretched both arms wide. He rolled his head back and to each side, working out the kinks. Her Majesty had been out all day and for once, he’d actually finished several projects without interruption. He smiled to himself.Although the way she interrupts, it’s worth it.
Grib presented a large brandy snifter. “Here you are, sir. I’ll go let Cook know you’re home and bring you something proper to snack on.”
“Thank you.” Alitus inhaled the brandy’s scent as he rolled it around the snifter. Delicate, similar to the perfume Her Majesty always wore. “Mmm…” He tasted it, letting it rest on his tongue. It warmed his throat on the way down. “Delicious.” He carried it into his private sitting room and took another sip.
My first night alone in months. What do I do with it?He faced the couch. Stacks of leather-bound books sat beside it, most of them as yet unread. Her Majesty preferred the smell of leather binding and the feel of real paper. Never mind that virtual books had infinitely more features and you could store a hundred of them in a chip on your debit bracelet. Handy for popping into holo-form whenever he had a spare moment. She was always pressing a bound book into his hand and insisting, “Read this,” or “You’ll love this author,” or “Find time for this one.”
How she found the time to read so many books, have sex three or four times a day and run the entire empire was beyond him. Amazing. The woman was simply, utterly beyond comprehension. Did she never sleep?
He read all the books she suggested, his in the virtual version, so he could discuss them with her—he grinned—whenshe left him coherent enough to talk. Alitus sipped the brandy, set it down and bent to pick up a new book.
Grib entered with a tray of food.
Alitus held up the book. “When did this arrive?”
“Her Majesty sent it over this morning.” He set down the tray and began unloading dishes. “Cook sent up an assortment of appetizers for you, sir. What do you fancy first?”
“It doesn’t matter. I’m not really hungry.” As Alitus opened the book, a slip of paper fluttered to the floor. He stooped to pick it up and caught her scent. A dizzying wave of desire swamped him. He brought the paper to his nose and inhaled. Luscious. Between the brandy and her scent on the paper, his cock had stirred to life and demanded attention. He did his best to ignore it.
The note said simply, “Read this, love. We’re going to the grand opening.” It was signed with her usual flourished letter D. He turned over the book.The Fists, the Killers, and Ruckball; the True Story of Two Teams and One Sport that Changed the Empire. New author to him, yet the name seemed familiar, Erryq d’Shoreyh.Hmm, where have I heard that name before?
He finished the brandy in one gulp, held it out to Grib for more. “What do you know about ruckball?”
“Ruckball, sir?” He gave Alitus a lopsided grin while he poured. “Why, I could practically write a book myself. I wish I could play.”
“Why can’t you?”
Grib stroked one of his horns. “On Tyris, I was banned because my horns aredinwah, meaning they circle downward instead of up. The Tyran version is a lot more bloodthirsty than the Tarthian one.” He lifted one shoulder. “Here, I’m banned because I have horns at all.”
“Is that so?” Alitus sat on the couch and stretched his legs, propping one ankle over the other. “Bring that tray over here and have a seat, Grib. Tell me everything you know.”
*
Alitus woke to the sound of a doorbell and sat up straight on the couch. Grib’s enthusiastic recounting of ruckball had contained so many stats and blow-by-blow details, it hadn’t been long before Alitus was hopelessly lost.I hope I didn’t nod off while he was talking.
Grib entered and made a short bow. “Her Majesty and a guest are here to see you, sir.”
“Don’t keep her waiting.” Alitus stood and ran a hand through his hair. He brushed at his shirtfront and started toward the door as it opened.
Rheyn Destoiya’s presence transformed the room from a mundane bachelor’s den to a palace. She swept into the room like the sexual tornado she always was, her black evening gown sparkling with a metallic luster, shoulders bare, her arms sheathed in black velvet gloves. Her hair was up, baring her lovely neck. She never wore much jewelry—tonight, all she had was a pendant of blue Kyrenie fire crystal.
Alitus flexed his fingers, eager to touch her. Just being in her presence gave him a hard-on.
“I’m glad to see you’re up.” She winked and held out her hands.
He put his into them and leaned forward for a kiss. Her intoxicating scent drew his balls up and sent a frisson through him.
“I see you’ve been reading the book I sent you.” She nodded toward the couch, where the book on ruckball lay open, face down. Grib had used it to show him the different zones on the field.
“I’ve started it, Majesty.” He leaned around her. “I thought Grib said someone came with you.” If she was alone, perhaps she had time for sex. He moved closer to her.
Destoiya squeezed his hands. “I know you’ve been dreading that law passing.”
Alitus jerked back. “The Better veil? Have they passed it? Is that why you’re here?”
“Try not to be bitter.” She caressed his cheek. “Darling, I know it’s difficult to understand. And of all people to have triggered this entire thing, it had to be Khyff.”
That was true.
Khyff’s HalfKin brother Senth and his fiancée, the Better NarrAy Jorlan had been attacked earlier that year. When NarrAy had defended them, she overloaded the attackers with her pheromones and stopped their hearts. NarrAy had been arrested for murder, while Senth, who’d been critically wounded in the attack, lay in a coma, near death. To save him, Khyff agreed to Her Majesty’s demand to seduce a powerful Kin ambassador who was a threat to the fragile treaty between the Kin homeworld and the empire.
The plan had gone awry when the ambassador’s brother had died and she’d returned to Felidae, taking Khyff with her and extending diplomatic immunity to his family. Destoiya managed to pull the situation out of the fire, however and bring about the result she wanted. Khyff had fallen in love with the ambassador and supposedly held no more interest for the Conqueror.
Yet here the man was again, cropping up between them.
Alitus sighed. “That veil will cripple my ability to serve you. It will demoralize all Betters, and even worse, turn us into nothing more than draped shapes. We’ll cease to be recognizable as people.” He retreated from her, and without turning his back, moved so he did not face her. “We’ll be required to wear it any time we’re not inside our homes. We’ll become invisible.” He pressed his tongue against the roof of his mouth, biting back words. “You won’t have to worry about succumbing to my pheromones any more. You won’t sense them at all with me inside that—that—cloth prison.”
Destoiya covered her mouth, her silver eyes full of unshed tears. “Oh, Alitus.” She took one hesitant step toward him. “I’m so sorry.”
“Of course, you didn’t.” She tilted her head to one side. “I understand your anger.”
“Do you?” He heard his voice rising but seemed incapable of stopping it. “Do you know what it’s like to be shunned simply because you’re different? I already have to wear gloves when I’m in public, simply to keep from accidentally touching someone and influencing them. Now I have to hide my face as if I’m some sort of monster too terrible to look upon.” He turned his back, unable to bear the pity in her eyes.
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