The Topaz Embrace

by The Topaz Embrace (lit)

  “So I see. And Ankhet is the matriarch.”

  “Of course. Aside from her rank, she’s a very wise woman, doing a difficult job under extreme pressure. She may be innocent in some of the ways of the outside world, but our lady is no fool.”

  * * * *

  Tallon took in the romantic setting in the Oracle’s apartments as he entered at the appointed time. Her sitting room glowed with candlelight, fragrant with containers of fresh-cut flowers. The maid, Sarri, just setting out an elegant repast on the small table set for three, spared him a fierce glare, disrupting the enticing ambiance. Protective of her mistress, he supposed. The lady herself remained within the bedchamber and Danar had yet to arrive. His heart beat a furious pace in delight and guilt. He wanted Ankhet to a degree that defied logical explanation, previous prejudices and prior commitments. Commitments he now realized he’d made on the basis of a series of lies. He’d have to make it all right somehow.

  The serving woman rushed out of the chamber a split second before the door to the other room opened, revealing Ankhet. His mouth went dry. Garbed in gossamer white silk, jeweled topaz collar gleaming, she paused as she saw him. Smiling with sweet uncertainty, she advanced to take his outstretched hand. Her arms bared and lush curves revealed through the fabric by the brighter light behind her, she took his breath away. He clasped her hand and sought a coherent remark. She curled her fingers about his, speaking first. Her warm, feather-light touch shot darts of pure sensation to his core.

  “Are you well, Tallon?”

  “Yes.” The first version so hoarse as to be almost unintelligible, he tried again. “Yes, I’m well. And you, my lady?”

  She flushed a deep crimson. “I am more than well, Tallon.” She brushed her free hand down her body, drawing his attention to her erect nipples clearly outlined, their darker coloration visible through the sheer fabric.

  Beneath his tunic, Tallon’s shaft hardened and rose at the heady rush of confidence and arousal racing through his body. She desired him. She desired what he did to her. What he and Danar would do with her. Perhaps the traditional nuptial dinner might be postponed, or even incorporated into the consummation of their triad…

  “Are you more than well, my Ankhet?” A smile tugged at his lips. “Would that have anything to do with the new activities you’ve enjoyed these past two days?”

  “It would have to do with you and Danar.” She smiled back, unresisting as he clasped her buttocks and pulled her closer with his free hand, slow and sure, until they stood just touching—chest to thigh. “The new activities are an unexpected bonus. I confess, based upon my previous experiences, I never expected the act to be so pleasurable.”

  Uttered on a soft sigh, as she swayed closer to him, her words tightened his ballocks to the point of pain. “Tonight, we will give you the ultimate pleasure, my Oracle.”

  “Do you promise?”

  “We do, my lady.”

  Tallon swung about, along with Ankhet, as Danar sauntered into the room, wolfish smile of anticipation widening as he eyed the Oracle. “Your gown reveals as much as it conceals, my lady.”

  “Does that please you, Danar?” She turned to watch Danar as he plucked a cluster of grapes from the table and she backed into Tallon in the process. He clasped her against him, the soft globes of her behind cushioning his erection with exquisite softness.

  “It does. I would see all your gowns be so. For tonight, however, I wish you to remove the gown.”

  “But, what of dinner?” Confusion colored her voice.

  “We will feast, my love. Never fear.” Danar’s amused gaze locked with Tallon’s.

  Anticipation sizzled through the air, catching them all in the grip of earthy need, magnified, rather than diminished by the enormity of the occasion and their commitment.

  Tallon reached up and pulled the sleeves of the gown down. “Take it off.”

  Ankhet whirled to face him, breasts bared. Her gaze locked on his as she slipped her fingers under the fabric at her hips and shimmied out of the gown until it pooled at her feet in an iridescent white cloud. She stood proudly, gaze locked on his, her pink nipples making his mouth water as they rose up with her agitated breathing.

  He caught Danar’s gaze over her shoulder. They would be a team to serve for their lady’s pleasure, and their own. At his nod of affirmation, Tallon grasped a plump breast and bent his head to suck her taut nipple into his mouth. She moaned aloud, bending her head back, offering her body like the most succulent of fruit for their feast. And feast they would. He drew in and savored her sweet scent as he worried the sensitive tip with his tongue, eliciting gratifying gasps and moans from his woman, their woman. He opened his eyes as he lifted up to toy with the twin breast just in time to see Danar casting off his kilt—his enormous erection a perfect match to his warrior’s hardened body. An odd sense of completion, of rightness washed over him. For the first time in his life, he had no doubt he’d found his destiny.

  He’d never shared a woman before, though the idea had always intrigued him as a connoisseur of women’s pleasure. His partner’s pleasure had always been a strong aphrodisiac, but this woman’s pleasure, his need to bring her pleasure, consumed his mind and his body. She’d invaded his soul, and he’d no intention of letting her go, though guilt and conscience plagued him.

  Chapter 5

  Ankhet reveled in the magic Tallon worked with his mouth, the wet, wicked suction tugging on her nipple leaving her weak in the knees and aching for fulfillment. She clasped his head to her breast, tangling her fingers in his silky hair until he pulled free of her grasp and turned her around with gentle firmness, his hands warm and strong. Startled, she opened her eyes to meet Danar’s fierce stare over Tallon’s shoulder. The knowledge that her beloved Danar watched as another man enjoyed intimacies with her only added to her excitement. He narrowed his eyes with smoldering intensity, studying her face.

  “Let me see your pleasure, my love. Don’t be afraid.”

  She kept her gaze on him as Tallon slid two fingers up inside her sheath, surprising a gasp of sheer sensual thrill from her. Danar smiled in approval. Her core tightened near the point of pain and she began to pant as she watched Danar take his own thick cock in a firm grasp. Oh, Gods, she longed to see him pump himself to pleasure. The thought brought her so close to her peak, she needed just another precious stroke of Tallon’s long fingers, another delicious second of attention to her tortured breast—

  Tallon pulled his fingers from within her and released her nipple with a final, teasing lick.

  No. She moaned in frustration. “No, don’t stop, Tallon.”

  “The night is young, my lady. Tonight, you will await our pleasure and that will heighten your own.”

  “Oh, please, Tallon. I need so.”

  “You shall have, our Ankhet. Never fear. This night we will give you all you desire. You will give us all we desire.”

  “Yes.” The word more plea than affirmation, Ankhet swayed toward Tallon.

  With firm benevolence, Tallon held her at arm's length. She glanced at his impressive erection and licked her lips.

  “Ah, not yet.” Face tightened with lust, Tallon directed her toward Danar. “I wish to see you kneel before Danar and take his cock into your mouth. He has urgent need of your attentions.”

  “Mmm.” She adored doing Tallon’s bidding. It made her feel both safe and titillated at the same time, especially when he directed her to do something she so longed to do. Her skin heated as a blush swept up her body and her heart beat faster. Two such lusty men, both devoted to her satisfaction. A woman could swoon for less.

  “Does that idea please you?” The rough tones of Danar’s warrior’s voice flowed with ease into the role of seducer.

  “Yes. I long to take you both into my mouth. Explore your textures and tastes with my tongue.”

  “Have you thought about this then, my love?” Tallon’s silky baritone demanded confession.

  She flushed. “Yes. Many times.”
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br />   He led her forward to stand before Danar. She knelt, her woman’s dew seeping down between her legs and her core clenching in search of something vital to her well-being, not yet there.

  “Did you touch yourself as you thought of sucking on our cocks?”

  “Yes.”

  “Did that bring you pleasure?”

  “Not as much as I dreamed.”

  “Perhaps we can remedy that.” He placed his hand at the back of her head as she leaned forward toward Danar’s bobbing cock. She reached out to clasp it with both hands, surprised when he too went to his knees before her. With his great height, Danar’s cock remained within reach of her greedy mouth and she took full advantage.

  “Dear sweet Gods above.” Danar’s ecstatic moan as she sucked him into her mouth fueled her passion. The wetness between her thighs increased as she savored his unique taste and the silky, velvet steel of him. She explored the engorged veins and sensitive underside with abandon as he tangled his hands in her long hair, holding her in place, a hostage, yet more than willing. Drawing in his unique, masculine scent, warm and earthy, her nipples tightened to the point of pain as she worked her beloved. Longing to give him the ultimate pleasure, she scarcely noticed the firm hands urging her legs apart.

  The first teasing laps of the tongue on her aching cunny shocked as much as delighted. Tallon’s strong arms drew her spread legs lower and wider, leaving her open to his wicked mouth, even as she continued to lick and suck from Danar’s willing member. Desperate moans escaped her throat at the warm, slightly rough rub of Tallon’s wet tongue against her even wetter flesh, mingling with Danar’s growls of approval as she bit lightly upon his cock and fondled his heavy sacs. The pleasure coiled tighter deep within her and she weakened, not sure how long she could stay upon her knees. The burdens of her station and the enormous responsibility weighed upon her year after year. For the very first time, these two loving men showed her the glory of surrendering control, and the penultimate pleasure derived from absolute trust.

  “Relax your throat, Ankhet. Swallow and allow Danar deeper within.” Obeying, she felt Danar’s cock slide down into her throat, even as Tallon plunged his fingers into her cunny and nipped at the bundle of sensation at its entrance. The climax shook her and she swallowed in time with the contractions of her womb, her whole body shuddering. Danar roared in release as he reached his peak, shooting his seed down her throat, attempting to pull back. She clutched at him, licking and suckling, loving the texture and taste of him and the effect she had upon him.

  Her shaking legs gave out on her, and she collapsed into Tallon’s strong, waiting arms. He picked her up and carried her to her bedchamber, laying her upon the enormous bed. He followed her down and Danar joined them at her other side, all breathing hard from their delightful exertions. She turned to her side, facing Tallon, who immediately leaned forward to sip from a nipple. In spite of her fatigue, her body tightened in response to the caress and Danar’s hardened body at her back chafing against her buttocks heightened the heady sensation.

  “I’m sorry, my sweet. I know we’ve already worn you out, but we must consummate our triad tonight.” Danar stroked her hair then leaned down to suckle at her neck.

  “Yes, please.”

  Both men chuckled at her eager response.

  “Turn toward me, Ankhet.” Without question, she rolled to face Danar. He stroked her breast to thigh, tracing lazy circles over her sensitive skin with the pads of his fingers, then the backs of his nails over and over, never touching her nipples or cunny. Tallon lifted her leg and Danar skimmed the insides of her legs with the backs of his nails. Just a whisper-light touch, but it made her shudder and shake, all sleep forgotten. Her soft gasps filled the large chamber. Tallon raised her arm and Danar treated it to the same stimulation, tracing the inside of her arm and the outer edge of her breast. Fine perspiration broke out on her body, her heartbeat raced and her cunny filled with dew, preparing her once more for her lovers’ possession.

  “Look at me, Ankhet.”

  At Danar’s commanding words, she realized she’d shut her eyes, so focused on the sensations he’d created. She opened her eyes at once, to see her dark, beautiful warrior sprawled on his back, eyes blazing in passion and his cock fully rampant. Dear Gods! How had that beautiful thing ever fit inside of me?

  He reached over and grabbed hold of her, lifting her up and over him. “Guide me inside you.”

  Breathless with anticipation and the thrill of his display of brawn and control, Ankhet did as he wished. Held suspended above him, the tip of his shaft just barely teased her entrance. She wanted more and strained against his firm hold. “Danar, please.”

  “Is this what you want?” He lowered her down a fraction of the way onto his cock.

  She shuddered in pleasure and frustration. “Yes, but more. Please, Danar. Don’t tease.” His low, sexy chuckle in response only enflamed her ardor further. “Danar!”

  “Yes, love. Never fear. We’re going to give you what you need.” He pulled down on her hips, thrusting upward and filling her completely.

  “Ahh…” Excitement churned low in her belly. Tallon would join them.

  Danar repeated the motion.

  The sheer decadence of the pleasure nearly made her swoon. She clutched his sweat-slick muscled shoulders and gazed down into his dark eyes that projected so much love and passion. How could she ever have believed him to be an asexual? “Oh…” He moved within her again, sending waves of delight through every fiber of her being.

  “Yes, my love. That’s right. Come kiss me and let me feel your breasts against me.”

  Drugged by the potent tonic of his loving, she leaned forward, touching her mouth to Danar’s and opening to his questing tongue.

  Tallon stroked her backside with work-roughened hands. “You have a beautiful bottom, my Oracle. Your buttocks are such perfect, round globes. I’ve dreamed of this moment since I first saw you.”

  The slight scrape as he caressed her sent shivers through her and she moaned into Danar’s mouth.

  “I’m going to use some of the olive oil for the bread with our meal to prepare you, my sweet.” He chuckled. “We must always insist upon bread with our meals.”

  She felt the warm slippery oil trickle down as he spread her cheeks and slid a slick finger inside her.

  “Oh!” Her exclamation, muted by Danar’s mouth, drew a response from Tallon.

  “Yes, sweet. There’s more to come.” He worked a second finger up into her as Danar continued his demanding kiss. Her tight muscles resisted at first, giving way at last to the soothing motion of his clever fingers moving within her channel.

  “Never be afraid to show us your pleasure.”

  As much an order as a direction, Tallon’s words triggered a soaring pleasure deep in her belly.

  “No, my Consort.” The slight sting disappeared as her senses, overwhelmed by tactile pleasure, and seduced by the scents of sexual congress, fragrant oil and delicate flowers, gave in to the heady experience. Danar drove up into her with three slow, grinding thrusts and she soared into the realm of the gods. “Oh, Danar, Tallon. Oh…” She shuddered, her legs stiffening as the peak hit her.

  “Deep breath, my Oracle.” Tallon’s gentle order, registered more on a subliminal level as he fit the tip of his cock to her back entrance, pushing past her body’s natural resistance with gentle insistence. “Let us do as we will, Ankhet. Outside the bonds of this triad, you hold the power. Within its safe borders, you will defer to our judgment.”

  “Yes.” Her gasp of enthusiastic agreement brought a smile to Danar’s scarred face.

  Danar reached up and pulled her cheeks apart to ease Tallon’s way, murmuring soft words of encouragement and love. “That’s right, love. Just relax and let him in.”

  Her body accommodated Tallon, even as she still floated on post-orgasmic bliss. The breath left her lungs as he slid home, even as Danar remained buried to the hilt inside her. She shuddered in unrestrained delight,
the thrill of simultaneous possession by her men almost too great to bear. When they moved within her, the pleasure grew—fierce and bold—welling up from her core and sweeping all but the need for Tallon and Danar from her consciousness.

  Pinioned and helpless against their delicious onslaught, she clutched Danar’s shoulders as he cupped and fondled her breasts.

  “Do you like that, my Oracle?” Danar hefted her breasts and squeezed with light, even pressure, sending bolts of sensation to her womb, as Tallon thrust home into her backside, driving her forward.

  “Ahh… Oh, yes.” Her ecstatic gasps rang out in the room, along with the earthy groans of the men. She reveled in the sensations they provided, shivering with the deep excitement of their dominance. The scent of their mating blended with the sweet candles, enhancing the eroticism of the experience.

  Danar gazed into her eyes, the fires of his passion lighting his dark gaze. “Do you take me as your Co-Consort for life, My Oracle? Do you vow to maintain the sanctity of this triad?”

  “Yes.” Her groan of agreement rang out in the room.

  “Then, my Oracle, I will swear to be your loyal Co-Consort and devote my life to your well-being and the continuation of the Topaz Oracle line.”

  From behind her, as he slid slowly in to the hilt, drawing a shuddering gasp from her, Tallon demanded his own vow. “Do you take me as your Co-Consort for life, my Oracle? Do you vow to defer to your Consorts in all intimate matters?”

  “Yes… Oh, yes.”

  Finally, she knew freedom. In submitting to them, for the first time since accepting the overwhelming burdens of her heritage, she allowed herself to feel and enjoy. “I accept you both. Let our triad stand inviolate.”

  At her words, both men drove to completion. Danar pinched her nipple with one hand and reached between them to press a thumb against the nub atop her slit. Her body shook in reaction, the pleasure beyond bearing, even as Tallon filled her backside over and over, driving her hard and demanding all she had to give.

  On a deep upward thrust from Danar, she splintered in a cataclysm of delight, crying out her ecstasy, and the names of her beloved men.