Every Good Boy Deserves Favor

by Treva Harte

  With a bit of effort he pulled himself out of the moist nest he’d found and stumbled to his feet. He held out his hand to help his female up. “Lucky it was a leaf. The forest is filled with dangers you know nothing about.”

  “That’s why I have you.” She sounded unconcerned. “You know what we both should do.”

  He prayed so. He wanted to live to enjoy this female for quite a while. If his first thought, when he thought he might die, was what would become of Jewel without him--well, he was already learning you gained strange emotions from having sex. Perhaps an odd sense of protectiveness was just one of them.

  * * * * *

  “Ara!” Leesha called.

  “Bless you!” Ara hurried to the other woman.

  “You may damn me instead when I tell you what is happening.”

  “Believe me, nothing could be worse than another few minutes of trying to keep Stefani out of mischief.” Ara laughed and then looked at Leesha’s face. “You’re serious. What is it?”

  “The Council wants to talk to you in the courtyard.”

  “About what?” Ara fell into stride next to Leesha. “They aren’t still angry about Ulrich, are they? He seems content enough. He and Maryam haven’t been out of the bedchamber for several days and nights.”

  “It’s not about Ulrich.”

  “What then?”

  She skidded to a stop at the courtyard. The scene was very familiar. Men had returned yet again. The herald she recognized only too well. The others who pressed around, eager for a view of women, were well known to her as well. There was only one surprise. The man behind the herald was someone she’d never seen before in all the many times there had been male delegations to the Castle Bloomingdell.

  She wanted to get a better look but politeness demanded that she keep her eyes down. She had an impression of wiry strength, of youth…of someone who wasn’t anything like Ulrich.

  “Eldress, you asked for me?” Ara asked, respectfully.

  Eldress, what the seven shades of sin is going on?

  “Ladies, may we announce the new champion of our last tournament and winner of your lady’s favor,” the herald began the familiar litany.

  “What new champion? We saw no new tournaments from the watchtowers!” Ara blurted out. Blast. No one was supposed to show curiosity about male doings when they spoke to men. But males must know they were always spied on from the tower whenever they showed themselves.

  “Under the rules of the tournament, if the champion does not take the lady he has won, the runner up may accept her favor,” the herald spoke hastily. “Ulrich did not take the lady who presented her favor. We wish to rectify that slight.”

  Oh, oh. She wasn’t going to just get away free this month, was she? She should have known such an event would be too wonderful to be true.

  “Lady Ara, our new champion is Quinn.”

  The herald stepped aside slightly to let her get a good look at the stranger. He was tall--almost as tall as Ulrich--but perhaps half as wide. His eyes, gray and alert, looked curious. Amused, too. Ara wondered what he was laughing at inside. It best not be her. True, she didn’t have her presentation adornments on, but most men didn’t laugh at ladies.

  “Lady?” His query made it sound as if he were questioning her gentility…and echoing her inner thoughts. Ridiculous. Of course he couldn’t see her thoughts. Of course he wouldn’t be rude.

  Would he?

  “Gallant sir?” She tried to make her question sound just as uncertain.

  “I am overwhelmed at becoming the new and honored recipient of your favor.” He bowed, just a little too low and gracefully to be believed. For just a moment Ara wondered if she’d traded a known problem for an unknown and worse one.

  Well, unknown problem or not, he was her problem for the next week. Ara rubbed the back of her neck, trying to relieve her suddenly jangling nerves.

  “Very well. Let’s get on with what’s necessary then. Champion.” She added the last word hastily, well aware of the Eldress’ chiding stare.

  “You do me too much honor.” Just before he bent his head, she could almost hear his chuckle, though his words were polite and traditional.

  * * * * *

  Ulrich paused before he gulped the last dregs of the wine bottle.

  “Uh--something is wrong?” he asked. Several days with Maryam had taught him there were times to be wary with a woman and times to be immediately contrite. From the look on her face, he was sure this was one or the other.

  “Oh, nothing is wrong at all.”

  Her answer made him even more worried.

  “I’m sorry,” he said, promptly.

  “So am I.” Maryam’s voice rose slightly. “I am sleeping with a--a pig who doesn’t even think to offer a lady any wine before guzzling it all himself. You should know that ladies do not drink wine except during the time of favor. But I haven’t had a drop yet. That’s the last bottle, isn’t it?”

  “Oh.” Ulrich looked down at the bottle of wine. “I will fetch you more wine when the next time of favor comes. The very best I can find from the vintners. You deserve whatever you wish.”

  Maryam relaxed. “Why, thank you.”

  “‘Struth.” Ulrich saw her anger had somehow lessened, as inexplicably as it begun, and ventured to cup her breast in his large hand. Despite his size the round breast still swelled over his cupping. He grinned at the sight, letting himself savor the weight of her against his palm. “You’re amazing. I’ve never had anyone like you during the time of favor. I’m only sorry we can stay but a few more days together.”

  “I wish I could say the same of you.” Maryam’s words were crisp, but both of them could tell they were said with less conviction than they might have been a few moments before. Then her nipple began to pucker tightly. Ulrich grinned at her before he swiped at the taut peak with his tongue.

  “Your breasts are so pretty. Everything about you is so pretty.” He straightened and looked into her face. “Dainty.”

  “You only say that because you’re a rutting bull and want to rut some more.” Maryam put her hand behind his head and pulled him closer.

  “No. Well--” They looked down and saw his staff was hard again. How could he deny her claim? He shrugged. “You encourage me, Lady Maryam. ‘Tis pleasant work to make children with you.”

  I pray I do this time. You’re my best chance.

  Maryam stared at him so sharply, he wondered if he’d said the words out loud. He bit his tongue. Several days with Maryam and her teaching had made him well aware that a man shouldn’t say everything he thought out loud to a woman.

  “Lie back.” She pushed him down.

  Ulrich did so, willingly. None of the other women had wanted to mount him. Usually he did everything and the woman simply accepted him. Maryam was different. She seemed to know that a man couldn’t be expected to do everything four or five times a day…though with Maryam he’d been willing to fuck even more than that.

  Lie with. Ulrich guiltily corrected himself. He was supposed to keep to formal courteous speech in his lady’s presence. Maryam had reminded him with a box on the ear that ladies did not like to hear the word fuck said out loud. Unless they were in the middle of doing it. His smile spread. He’d heard her let the word out once or twice at certain moments.

  Fuck me, Ulrich. Harder. They were charming words when moaned aloud. He’d never heard such before but was willing to do his damnedest to hear them again.

  Maryam began to stroke his balls and Ulrich rumbled out his delight. She knew how much they enjoyed her clever fingers kneading and tickling them. He let his legs spread open wider so she could gain easier access.

  When one finger pressed further, into his asshole, Ulrich’s eyes opened wide. For a moment the finger paused. He twitched. Perhaps the movement was a mistake. The finger proceeded to jiggle naughtily up inside, sending little shocks through the rest of his body.

  “What?” he gasped.

  “I just thought you might need so
mething extra. You’ve been very busy all day.”

  “Babies don’t come that way!” He tried to sound reproving. His cock told him to shut up and enjoy himself, but a man wasn’t supposed to like such things--was he?

  “You know I won’t let you come right away. I want you to build up sperm. We have other things we can do while we wait.”

  Many other things. Lady Maryam knew many, many other things. She’d encouraged him to come inside her often the first three days. Now she said they must not for a while. Ulrich inwardly groaned but didn’t argue. A man eventually learned to not waste his breath.

  “Perhaps, but I ache to be in you.” He rubbed his balls and tried to make a joke of it. “Sorely ache, Lady.”

  Ulrich didn’t like the idea of a wait. But then again, ‘twas such a pleasure to be told what to do for a woman, even when he was told to wait for the inevitable and wonderful climax. Too often he’d had to guess and he feared he was no female mind reader. Lady Maryam made everything so easy. She was a virtuoso at pleasure and, from her track record, equally skilled at making babies. By the seven shades, she was good enough to make him forget his quest for a child in the pleasure of her sex.

  The real delight was that she never forgot either the pleasure or the quest. Truly, he could leave almost everything up to her this week.

  “Trust me. The other silly chits think making babies and breeding with a man only requires them to lie down and let the man poke her. I’ve made a study of what helps breeding and what doesn’t.” Maryam let her hands stray down to his aching testicles and massaged them gently.

  Ulrich swallowed. Her studies were quite amazing.

  “I will say ‘tis a joy to have such a large man.” Her fingers circled his now swollen cock and slipped up and down. “Since we don’t have the choosing of mates, you are a special prize. I doubt I’ve had anyone of your size before.”

  She might be flattering him. Ulrich didn’t care. At least his cock didn’t. The head of his rod wept with joy at her speech--and her movements. He could feel a familiar tightening.

  “Mistress--” he hesitated. Men rarely called a woman mistress, but if anyone deserved the term, it was Maryam. “I do truly ache. If you don’t wish to relieve me, have done.”

  “I’m only teasing. For now.” Maryam sighed and took her hand away. “A pity.”

  He fought himself not to put her hand back where it seemed to belong. Perhaps he could stand the teasing a bit longer. Perhaps he could stand it for as long as she wished to tease.

  “I did not relieve myself all last night, as you ordered.” Ulrich tried not to plead. “Surely there is more than enough sperm in me by now to do the task for us. I feel like a flood, ready to explode the dam.”

  She studied him. Ulrich’s lungs began to hurt from not expelling air while he waited for her verdict. His cock and balls had gone beyond mere hurt. They were going to burst into flames in a few more moments.

  “Very well.” Maryam nodded. His breath whooshed out. “On one condition.”

  His breath caught again.

  “What might that be?” He was afraid to imagine what she might think necessary.

  Maryam held out a tiny noose-like strip and smiled, sweetly, as she shortened it into an even tighter circle with one quick snap. “You will wear this. By the time you do explode, sirrah, I’m sure I’ll catch every last sperm in your body.”

  Ulrich eyed the tiny scrap of leather. Goddess knew what the woman was about, but he’d follow and trust. Follow, trust and pray to all the gods that he truly did have enough sperm to make a baby.

  “Yes, Lady Maryam.”

  She almost didn’t pause for his consent as her fingers flexed, pushing the circle hard up against the base of his cock. Ulrich blinked. The urgency of lust in him subsided, almost. He could feel the heat of sensation yet, but now he knew he could obey her command to linger. It was almost like a flame being turned down to a simmer. He’d come to a boil, he knew it, but…slowly.

  “Comfortable?” Maryam asked. “I want it tight but not too much so.”

  “‘Tis well enough.” He looked at her face, a mix of unbridled lust and careful concentration and his throat tightened. She was truly a wondrous woman. “Actually, ‘tis very well indeed.”

  Her hands stroked the length of his cock again. Ulrich let out a small huff of air.

  “So hard. So long. And all mine to play with for a great length of time.” Maryam purred the words.

  He gritted his teeth hard, trying to hold off the whimper of delight. He discovered they were both eager for what happened next. When she slid on top of him, wetness already trickled down her thighs. She slid her slick pussy against his cock’s head. Her vagina was perfect--soft and damp and already contracting with pleasure. She hissed her own happiness.

  He could do this. He could make her wet with longing. The thought was almost as exciting as what her body was doing.

  “Beautiful.” Ulrich’s chest constricted almost as tightly as the band against his shaft.

  Her smooth movement jerked a little at his word. Maryam paused. “Me? I’m--thank you, but you don’t have to say that.”

  Ulrich slid up, enjoying the warm gliding movement. She was meltingly warm and yielding against his cock. Then, when she used her vaginal muscles to clasp him, she was almost unbearably tight.

  “But you are.” By the seven shades, he was no good at compliments to a woman. Especially when he was inside one. He couldn’t think of special, female-pleasing niceties at a time like that.

  “I’m too old.” She stopped again, though her eyes shut when he began his slow slide back down. “Ahhh. Oh, never mind. It was a…nice thing to say.”

  “Not nice. I’m not…ah, Lady…nice. Truthful.” He prayed she didn’t ask him to talk any longer. He was losing his ability to form words. “I’m truthful.”

  She was moaning a little with every exhaled breath. He could feel the faint quivering inside that he’d learned from past orgasms. Lady Maryam was close, very close to climax.

  But he wasn’t. The dull aching of his balls screamed, but his cock refused to cooperate. Ulrich grunted, shifted his weight. The lady suddenly gripped his hard but sluggish cock with the strength of a man’s fist.

  “Ugh.” Was that his grunt or his dainty lady’s? He could see from the sweat on her face that she’d gone beyond her usual manner and was caught in one of her fierce climaxes. Maryam ground herself against him.

  Usually he slid into a climax right after her. Just looking at her ought to be enough to do it, though her body’s demands were even more enticing than her looks. How could a man not come?

  But not this time. His heart raced, he braced himself to thrust hard into her but--nothing happened. Nothing but his body demanding a satisfaction that refused to come.

  “Maryam!” Ulrich bellowed, on his elbows as he pounded up into her.

  She was in no condition to reply through her wails, though her thighs smacked hard against his as she bucked fiercely over him. He grasped her hips, letting her ride through her orgasm but determined to continue.

  She finally, subsided into small, still fierce quivers. It was maddening. She was maddening. And he wanted her desperately.

  “That was wonderful.” Maryam opened her eyes, panting.

  Ulrich growled, beyond words himself.

  She giggled. “I’m sorry, Ulrich. Fortunately for you I don’t have to stop at just one orgasm. But you’re in for a long ride, I fear.”

  “Take that cursed strap off me!” Ulrich found his voice.

  “Not yet.” She wiggled her rear against him. “Trust me, you’ll remember this time very fondly. Eventually.”

  She was so smooth, so soft…so unyielding. Ulrich knew better than to try to loosen the knot himself. Instead he moved back up inside Lady Maryam, faster and even more desperate than before. Eventually seemed much too far away.

  “Stop a moment.” Her command was sweetly voiced, but a command nonetheless. “I’ll help.”

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sp; Ulrich paused, his palms flat against the bed. He was afraid to do more as Lady Maryam bent over and squeezed his balls.

  “Agggggh.” As his swollen balls danced under her hands he wanted to weep. He could have screamed.

  Instead he whispered, “That is almost too much…but do it again.”

  Did his dignified lady giggle at his words? He was sure he heard a giggle. That was too much! Ulrich flipped her over on her back and drove inside. Maybe now was the time to show he could be master.

  The giggling stopped with a gasp. Ulrich paused, venturing a quick peek at Maryam.

  “That’s right,” she whispered. “Fuck me, Ulrich. Do it!”

  Ahhh. With her words he could feel his come starting its slow, burning ride up from his balls, forcing itself past the constriction of the knotted leather. Oh, yes. He thrust into his woman again, feeling her squirm and moan encouragement.

  “Say it…again.” He panted in her ear, sounding more breathless than commanding.

  It didn’t matter if he begged or ordered. She repeated the lovely words again. “Oh, please fuck me, Ulrich. Please!”

  So polite. So…not. Oh, Sacred Name. The slow trickle of come was speeding up. Blood rushed not just to his cock but up to his eyes and ears, hazing over sight and sound. But the smell of Maryam, the feel of her was enough. Her nails were ripping into his back, her heels drumming hard into his ass. She shrieked and tightened around him. Then, finally, she loosed his cursed bond.

  If he had been able, he would have blessed her. Or cursed her. Sensation sliced into him as hard as a sword might in battle. Ulrich shuddered, unable and unwilling to fight.

  “Fuck, yes,” he managed before the first shock of his orgasm hit and he rolled into it with a harsh cry.

  Chapter 5

  “The wind is turning ugly.” Mio glanced upward as the trees that formed a lush canopy over them began to sway. For a moment Jewel was entranced by the sight of the dancing tree limbs, until she heard a harsh crack and saw one branch dangle, almost torn loose from its trunk.