“But…” Ari prompted. “If there is an impediment, I must know.”
She frowned. “I don't know how to get past platonic to carnal. I can't command him into bed. Especially after what you shared about Lady Contradina. And blast him! He won't make a move in my direction that isn't courtly.” She quirked her mouth in a moue of displeasure. “He walks me to our chambers every night, sweetly kisses my cheek and stiffly walks back down the hall to his rooms with a very prominent erection, which I pretend not to notice.”
“Ah. I was afraid that might be it. You don't know how and he won't until you ask.”
Looking straight ahead, she sighed. “That about sums it up.” She played with her mare's long mane. “Elder Patricio will announce the Tetriarch at my coronation, tomorrow. So, only a few more nights remain before, well, you know.”
“Yes, our first intimacies as a triumvirate.” Ari looked over at Fleur. “Want some advice?”
“At this point? Anything.”
“Remember that week you tortured me to make love to you?”
“Of course.” She moaned. “You are a beast to remind me. How could I forget the most frustrating, humiliating experience of my life?”
He laughed. “There were two of us there, madam. I don't recall when I have been so hard so continuously without the use of cinnagin and cockrings. As for humiliating…” He cast her a sidelong glance.
She huffed with mock irritation and made a face. “Yes, well, I already apologized for that, several times, in front of your staff.” They walked along in silence for several minutes. The soft thudding of the horses’ hooves on the dirt path and the jingling of the bits were the sole sounds breaking the stillness.
“What I am trying to get at is the feeling you had. You need to bring that woman to the forefront. Let him know you want him.”
“Make the first move?”
“Be assertive,” Ari confirmed. “Start things in motion. You won't need to do more than that. Doral is reserved at the best of times, but I promise you, he is very much a male.”
She looked at her warlord, considering his words. “Assertive?” She narrowed her eyes in thought.
He nodded, smiling. “Yes, gentle Princess, assertive.”
* * * * *
Doral cupped Fleur’s face and bent to place a chaste kiss on her cheek as he had done the last two nights. Oh, no, you don’t! Not again. As he bent to kiss her, she grasped his wrists and moved her face to meet his kiss with her lips. Surprised, he began to straighten until she moved both her hands to the nape of his neck and pulled him down. Ari, you better be right or I am making a colossal fool of myself.
“No, you gorgeous man, I want your kisses on my lips. I want them on my naked body, on my nipples, between my legs and anywhere else you think to put them.” She bit his lower lip, sucking it into her mouth.
Doral groaned.
“And then I want to suck your cock until you are pleading with me for release.”
She took his hand and slowly slipped one of his fingers into her wet mouth, swirling her tongue around it, sucking on it while she slowly pulled it out again.
He swallowed wrong and started coughing.
“You know what I am going to do then?” Ah, oh goodness, what am I going to do then?
“Umm?” Doral tried to master his coughing.
“I am going to tie you to the bed while I ride you to my release.” Hah!
“Goddess, save me…” he whispered under his breath.
Whoah! She felt herself swept up into his arms as if she weighed no more than a piece of down plucked from a newly hatched chick.
Doral turned and strode rapidly down the hall toward his rooms. “I think not, little one.”
“Where are we going?” She was mortified to hear her husky, femme-fatale voice turn to a squeak.
“My Lady, our first time together will be in my rooms, in my bed, on my terms. I will not be rushed and I want no interruptions. I am going to sate myself in you.”
“Oh!” I didn’t see this coming!
Doral crashed through the door to his chambers, slammed it behind him with a powerful kick, and tossed her at the bed. She landed in an unceremonious sprawl in the middle of his large four-poster. Pillows flew everywhere. She had no time to compose herself as Doral immediately sprang onto her, caging her between his thighs and outstretched arms. She could feel her eyes grow huge as she took in his expression. He resembled a savage leopard spying a hobbled goat.
Her comparison became more apt when he snarled a violent guttural demand.
“Remove your clothes. All of them. Now.”
Her eyes widened even further. Oh gods and goddesses, help me. She grabbed futilely at the bed covering trying desperately to escape from beneath him. He is out of control.
Doral froze above her and closed his eyes. He dropped his head and she felt his heavy blond hair cloaking her and obscuring her vision, but he still held her trapped beneath his hard body. She thought her heart would beat through her chest. As hard as she gasped, she couldn’t get enough air. Inhaling deeply, she heard him spit out a string of uniquely vulgar curses. She felt him shudder, then he eased away slightly. She sucked in more air.
“I frightened you. I should be flayed with a steel-tipped whip.” Holding her gaze with apology, he smiled painfully. “Forgive me. Stay, please? We will begin again.” He eased back further. “Yes? I will remove my clothes. You watch.”
A slight smile curved his lips as she cautiously propped herself up on her elbows.
“I see you like that idea,” Doral said. “Then, I am going to join you on the bed and slowly, gently, with as many kisses as you desire, take yours off. Better?” He retreated off the bed, holding her in place with the appeal in his eyes.
Mute, she nodded her head. Oh, yes. Much better. She sat up with a shaky smile as he retreated to stand a few feet away.
Doral smiled cautiously. “Brave girl.”
Button by slowly undone button, he teased his shirt open. Mesmerized, she got glimpses of bronzed skin stretched over well-defined pectoral muscles. Swirls of golden hair frosted his chest. Slowly, he pulled his shirt out of his pants and, with a shrug of his shoulders, allowed it to slither off. Tightly muscled, broad shoulders tapered down past rippling abs to where a heavy leather belt encircled his trim waist. Her eyebrows rose when she saw both nipples pierced with gold rings. His large, calloused hand crept up to flick the gold ring piercing his right nipple. His heavily muscled forearm and bicep rolled gently under smooth skin as his hand shifted lazily back and forth, back and forth. Disordered twists of his golden hair fanned over his wide shoulders and hung down his back. He looks like some warrior god. She could not take her eyes from him.
His other hand released his belt and flipped open the first buttons on his breeches. Loosened, they sank down his hips. He was bare underneath. The muscles in his groin created a vee on either side of his abdomen before disappearing into his pants. The swollen red tip of his very rigid cock stood out from the open placket. Her eyes widened. It too, carried a piercing. A small gold ball, centered midline, sat immediately below the flare of his glans. Another hung like a large drop of water at the slit in the head of his cock. His eyelids sank halfway as his right hand encircled his shaft and spread the moisture slicking its head with his thumb. His hand moved languidly up and down.
“This is what I did the last two nights after I left you at your door, my Lady. I pleasured myself until I no longer wanted to seek you out and take you, whether you willed it or no.” His predatory smile had Fleur's heart thumping faster again. “Sometimes, it took the entire night.” His low voice was husky. “You inspire me, my Lady.”
She bit her bottom lip and laughed shakily.
His blue eyes half-lidded as he stroked himself, Doral smiled in languid inquiry. “What?”
“I told Ari you were too courtly.”
He snorted. Stopping his self-pleasure to finish unbuttoning his breeches, Doral raised an inquiring eyebrow. “An
d what did our conte say?” Doral toed his boots off, then his socks.
“That you were reserved, but totally male. He told me to be aggressive, that you would take it from there. Goddess, did you ever!”
She dropped her eyes and watched her hand trace the brocade patterns on the bedspread. “Doral, I think you are amazingly attractive and you are charming company—when I can get you to talk. It is hard for me to, well…”
“Make the first move,” he finished for her, shimmying out of his tight breeches and discarding them. He stood before her, nude.
“Exactly! Make the first…” She looked up. She felt her eyes grow enormous as they devoured the male glory that was Doral. Undoubtedly, a nude Visconte DeLorion was glorious. Her eyes dwelled there. She couldn't help it. The head of his huge cock was pierced and huge and pierced and—Goddess. She swallowed convulsively.
I survived the Great Rite. This is just sex. Ari frightened me too, that turned out, well, rather gloriously. This Tetriarch must work. Doral can be kind. I’ve seen it.
With an attempt at airy nonchalance, she stuttered out, “I’ve never seen one pierced.” She offhandedly crossed one leg over the other—then crossed her arms at the wrists, clasping her hands in her lap, casually shielding her sex. She beamed a counterfeit smile at Doral and artlessly chirped, “They say it is supposed to rain for the coronation.”
Weather? She is talking about the weather? I frightened her so badly she almost fled and she is talking about the weather? By Her ruby red tits! Biting the inside of his mouth, Doral tried to suppress his reaction to her defensive posture and counterfeit insouciance. Beginning with her uncharacteristically brazen behavior the absurd progress of events for the past hour paraded through his mind. Could I mess this up worse? His throttled snort escalated into small, closed-mouth chuckles and then into open-mouthed, unrestrained laughter.
She watched him closely, the tiniest of smiles growing on her face until she, too, gave a quiet laugh.
Sobering, he crawled to her side and laid her down on her back.
“You little darling, how can Ari bring himself to share you?” He leaned in and, with great tenderness, kissed her on the tip of her nose. “Is it the piercing or my size worrying you?” he murmured.
“Mmm, yes?” she whispered uncertainly, her blue gaze meeting his.
“We began badly, but I give you my solemn promise, little love, I won't hurt you.” He ran his finger across her cheek in a caress. “How many lovers have you had, sweetheart?”
She cleared her throat. “Three sex partners. Only one lover.”
“Ari?”
She nodded, mute, her eyes vulnerable.
“Ah, I see.” So inexperienced. “Well, this,” he gestured to his sizeable erection, “will bring you great pleasure.”
She eyed his piercing and size dubiously. “You said something about kisses? I like kisses.”
“Yes, sweet one. Lots and lots of kisses.”
As he stripped her nude, he assiduously covered each small spot of uncovered skin with sensual strokes of his tongue and gentle nibbles of teeth and lips. He paid particular attention to her nipples and that sweet spot above her collarbone and under her jaw. He was pleased when she relaxed fully, letting him move her body as he wanted.
“Doral, please, more,” she whispered. He dropped his gaze to where she had cupped her breasts, offering her erect nipples for his continued attention. He smiled inwardly and moved back to her breast. With a wet tongue, he traced a path around its fullness, slowly working his way to her rosy pink areola. Blowing softly, he watched in fascination as it puckered into a tight ruffle surrounding her erect nipple.
“Please, Doral, please,” she whimpered softly. “Don’t stop. Don’t stop.”
“I have no intention of stopping, sweet one. Do you want my tongue here?” He flicked her nipple, and she gasped in pleasure.
“Yes, oh, yes. There.” Her hands buried themselves in his thick mane. The slight pain added to his carefully controlled arousal.
“As my Lady commands,” he murmured and captured her nipple gently in his teeth, flicking it continually with his tongue.
She all but levitated off the bed.
“Such a responsive little cat, hmm,” he chuckled, then his tongue paid the same homage to her other breast. He stayed there for long moments, smiling to himself as he turned her into a writhing, mindless creature, murmuring incoherently, the feminine lips between her legs swollen and slick. Good, she is no longer frightened.
He gradually worked his way up her tender inner thighs, holding her legs apart with his broad shoulders. She shuddered heavily and ground out, “Sparkles. Sparkles.”
“Hmm. What did you say, sweet girl?”
“Your kisses,” she panted. “They sparkle inside me.”
“Indeed?” He raised his eyebrows. Watching her with a wicked smile, he asked, “What do you feel when I kiss you here?” Using both his thumbs to part her swollen lips and expose her delicate rosy nub, he lowered his head, sucking and swirling his tongue in teasing circles.
She erupted into violent climax.
He steadied her thrashing body until she had calmed a little. “My, my, you do like my kisses.” Bringing himself to his knees, he scooted to the headboard and sat with his back braced and his legs frogged in front of him. His aching cock stood rigid against his abdomen. Goddess, I want her.
Gathering in a very limp Fleur, he settled her back against him and spread her legs outside of his, holding her warm, slick core open to him. Reaching around her with one hand while he held her up with his other arm, he worked his hard cock, millimeter by millimeter, into her. He liked this position with small women. It was hard for him to get too deep. She was hot, slick and very, very tight around him. “By Her rosy red tits,” he swore under his breath. “Sweetheart, tell me if I hurt you.”
“No, no. Good. It’s good.” Her head had fallen back to rest on his chest. “By Her Light, Doral, don't stop, don't stop, don't stop.”
“I don't think I can. You move on me, Fleur. You control.” He gripped the headboard tightly to prevent himself from forcing her down onto his aching staff and tried not to thrust.
With small exhales of bliss, she swirled her hips and sank a few more hard-won centimeters. “That's it, sweetheart,” he grunted. “You do it.”
He breathed continuous encouragement as she took her time to wriggle her way down onto the fullness of his cock. Her low moans of uninhibited delight filled his ears. He bore the unparalleled pleasure in tortured silence until the sounds of her carnal delight, combined with the sublime sensation of her tight heat, built to create an erotic overload. Gods! I can’t, I can’t…
One of his hands moved from the headboard to her nipple, grazing it with a fingernail, then gently rolling it between his thumb and forefinger. She groaned, climaxing harder the second time.
The rhythmic contraction of her interior muscles sent remarkable, electric bursts of ferocious pleasure coursing throughout his groin and cock, his balls and anus. Ah, fuck! I can’t stop, I can’t stop. The extraordinary sensations ambushed his control. Helpless to control his actions, he gripped her waist mercilessly. Holding her immobile, he hilted himself in her tight heat. Pulling out slightly, he duplicated the motion repeatedly. Good! Good! Good! Good! With a guttural cry, he lost his mind for an endless instant to an explosion of pleasure more intense and prolonged than any in his prior sexual experience.
A dazzling white light flared throughout the chamber, then vanished. Gods, what was that?
Wrung out by the violence of his climax, he collapsed sideways and pulled Fleur with him, floating in a mindless void of warm satiation. He lay spooned with a drowsy Fleur for long, long moments until he could put two coherent thoughts together. His semi-hard cock remained high inside her.
“I died. I am in heaven.” He had to clear his throat several times to complete even these short sentences.
Fleur murmured something inaudible in response and wiggled her butt
ocks closer to him. His cock noticed.
“Continue that, my Lady, and I’ll have you all over again,” he groaned. His brain was not operating particularly well, but there was nothing wrong with his cock.
She froze. Her shoulders started to quiver. He examined her intently. She was silently laughing. Again, her hips wiggled into him and paused. She did it again. He caught his breath at the pleasure.
“You little vixen.”
His cock stiffened further. In an involuntary reaction, he pulsed his hardening shaft into Fleur. The silky skin of her hind end caressed his groin. Her hot, slick channel stroked him in tiny, electric caresses, tightening on him as his erection grew and stretched in her.
“S'good. More. Goddess, s'good, Dor'l.” The bedding muffled Fleur’s drowsy voice.
As his post-coital fog cleared, he had a horrendous thought. For a short while, he’d been out of control. “Fleur, sweet girl, did I hurt you? Goddess, please tell me I didn't hurt you!”
She shook her head, her eyes closed, her speech slurred. “No, as'ou said. 'Nly pleasure. S'good, Doral.”
Intense relief flooded him. He kissed her shoulder.
“I went a little crazy at the end. There was something different. As you said, sparkles and a brilliant light. Damnation, it was intense.”
“Mmm.” Her eyes still closed, she nodded her head in agreement. “Spar—k—les. Light.”
He laughed and palmed her breast, running his thumb across her erect nipple. Fleur shuddered and rooted her face further into the bedding. Lazy, indistinct moans of pleasure reached his ears.
“Kitten, do you want to sleep?” He couldn’t help himself. He had to move. With small subtle thrusts, he stroked his cock inside her, unable to resist the sublime pleasure.
“I am not a thoughtless beast. I am not. I will pull out and let you rest but please, tell me now.” With extreme protest from all parts below his waist, he forced himself to be still.
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