Song of Desire

by Marilyn Lee

  It was difficult to master such a piece when she felt so little sexual desire. Yet, within the year, she must bond and mate with Drakon and hopefully bear him a daughter who would one day rule their combined lands. If the Goddess was kind, she would produce several females in quick succession and then be left in peace to pursue her music.

  Before that could happen, she would have to be broken in. No self–respecting male of Drakon’s linage would accept a mate who was not an accomplished lover. Her thoughts turned to Thorn. That afternoon Caronae would expect him to begin rutting into her.

  Her transport stopped in front of a huge stone building surrounded by a high, beautifully ornamental black scroll gate. The entrance gate slid open and her transport shot inside, coming to a quiet stop in front of the stone steps of the palace.

  “Lady Sierra, Castle Aquee rejoices at your safe return.” One of her mother’s royal guards opened the door of her transport. He lowered his head and bowed as she descended.

  She smiled. “Thanks, Trustan. Is my father home?”

  “Lord Borika is away.”

  She sighed. Oh, well, speaking to her father wouldn’t change things. Although her father indulged her, her mother headed the family and their small kingdom. Still, when she was hurt or upset, her father was always willing to listen and often incurred Aquee’s wrath by speaking on Sierra’s behalf.

  “Master Hawk is waiting in your chambers, Lady Sierra.”

  “Hawk is here?” Lifting her long, white skirts, Sierra ran up the steps. The huge oak doors slid open as she approached. She rushed inside, turned right, and hurried down a long corridor with doors on both sides. At the end of the passage, a pale, cream colored door slid inward. She entered her private chambers.

  The only occupant of the room stood staring at a bondage swing that had not been in the room when Sierra left earlier. One of her dresser tops was littered with lotions, gels, and various spanking implements.

  Hawk turned to face Sierra, a question in his dark blue eyes. “My, aren’t you going to have an adventure tonight?”

  Sierra frowned, her lips tightening. “How can you be so amused when my world is falling apart?”

  The small smile playing around Hawk’s firm lips vanished. “Oh, don’t look at me like that. I was just trying to put a positive spin on things.”

  “There’s nothing positive about my situation, Hawk!”

  “You weren’t impressed with the rutter chosen to break you in?”

  Sierra considered her friend in silence, shaking off a familiar twinge of regret. Hawk was tall with muscles that rippled under his pale skin when he moved. His hair was short, thick, and very dark. He had an enchanting smile and was handsome with a majestic air. Sierra often thought it a trick of fate that she had been born of Aquee instead of Hawk who carried himself with all the grace and charm of one born to rule.

  More, Hawk possessed an inner fire and sexual passion she could easily imagine igniting an answering heat level in the lucky woman whom he chose as his mate. It was unfortunate for the females of Bluhari that he preferred men as sexual partners.

  She sighed, pulling off her traveling clothes until she stood in the flesh colored bodysuit she wore when in her private chambers. “Caronae rented this big brute who will rip into me starting tonight.”

  “What does he look like?”

  “He’s very handsome…at least he has these…strange colored green eyes that sort of look right through you into your soul. He’s as tall as you are and maybe a little more muscular.”

  “Muscular, huh? All over?”

  She nodded.

  “And his cock?”

  “By the Goddess, Hawk, it’s thick and long and seems to go on forever.”

  “Forever?” Hawk arched a brow. “He sounds delicious.”

  “Delicious? Oh, Hawk, it’s going to be awful feeling that weapon tearing into me.”

  “I wouldn’t be too sure of that, Sierra.”

  “Well I am!”

  He shrugged. “What’s this rutter’s name? It wouldn’t be Thorn by any chance, would it?”

  She nodded. “Yes. How did you know?”

  “Because he and his cock are legendary.”

  “He is?”

  “Yes. You’d know that if you’d cultivate an interest in something besides your music,” he teased, smiling.

  Sierra stared at his mouth. Why had she never noticed the sensual curve of his bottom lip? Or the beauty of his eyes? She frowned. What was wrong with her? This was Hawk, her best friend. She would not allow thoughts of the coming nightmare to mar and twist their friendship. She tossed her head, annoyed that Hawk, of all people, didn’t understand how important her music was. “My music is my life.”

  Hawk gave her an irrelevant grin. “Trust me, Sierra, if you get with the right man, your pussy will become your life.”

  “How can you say that when you know how miserable the thought of mating leaves me?”

  “Sierra, there are other things in life that are even more satisfying than composing music.”

  “More satisfying than music? Like what?”

  Hawk smiled. “Like mating. With the right partner it can be an incredibly erotic and emotional experience, and so very satisfying. I know you royals have come to think of it as a necessary and burdensome duty to be avoided for as long as possible, but with the right partner it can become what you live for.”

  She stared at Hawk. Although not of royal blood, Hawk came from a respectable, if somewhat indigent family. “Have you mated before?”

  She noted tiny fires burning deep within his blue gaze. “Yes.”

  “And have you found this right partner?”

  Hawk averted his gaze. “I’ve had some partners that made mating more than just pleasant.”

  She tilted her head, curious. “But?”

  Hawk shook his head. “But the one partner I desire above all others is someone I can never have.”

  The longing in Hawk’s voice made her ache for her oldest friend. “Who is it? Perhaps there is something I or Aquee can do to facilitate a bonding.”

  Hawk sighed and met her gaze. “Unlike many other royals, you have always been kind and compassionate, Sierra. Thanks for your concern, but she is not someone Her Highness would consider me fit to even spend an evening with.”

  “But who is she? Perhaps I–”

  He shook his head. “Don’t worry about me. I’ll be fine.” A sudden smile lit his eyes. “Of course, if you really want to be a friend, you could share that luscious Thorn with me.”

  Sierra blinked, realizing he’d referred to his preferred partner as she. “You want to mate with him?” She tried not to sound disappointed.

  “No, I don’t.”

  “Then why did you suggest sharing him?”

  He sighed. “I’ve often thought that his big cock tearing up my ass would be enough to snap me back to the reality of my situation.”

  “What?”

  “I can never have who I want so I’d just as soon have him kill all my desire for sexual intimacy.”

  “That reasoning doesn’t make sense, Hawk. But once he’s ruined me, I can’t see any reason why I can’t make a present of him to you,” she said, forgetting her pledge to free him in the face of her best friend’s distress.

  Hawk looked at his watch. “It’s getting late. I’d better go. If Caronae finds me here holding you up, she’ll have me banned from your chambers.” He met her gaze. “And I couldn’t bare that.”

  She sighed. Hawk would be one of the people she missed most when she left Bluhari. “I couldn’t either.”

  “Don’t worry about tonight, Sierra. If he’s half as good as I’ve heard, the night will come when you’ll rip off your clothes and pull him down onto your bed, between your legs, and gush with lust as he drives his lucky cock into that dark, pretty pussy of yours.”

  Sierra blushed at the imagery Hawk’s words conjured in her mind. Most well–born Arians considered words such as pussy, cunt, dick, and
cock too crude to be used in polite company. Nevertheless, when she used the words in her songs, even those of royal birth in the audience, rose and applauded with wild enthusiasm.

  Still, the thought of Thorn lying between her legs, forcing that thick shaft between the folds of her sex and deep into her pussy, sent a rush of heat all through her.

  Hawk touched her hand. “Don’t worry too much, Sierra. I have a feeling he’ll be very gentle with you and manage to ignite your inner passion.”

  “I don’t have any inner passion—at least not for mating.”

  Hawk cupped his palm between her legs.

  She stared at him. “Hawk!”

  He grinned down at her. “You couldn’t write all those songs filled with lust and sexual fire if you didn’t have it in you to be a woman in every sense of the word. There is a sexual passion buried deep inside, waiting for the right man or men to set it blazing out of control.”

  Even as she shook her head, the memory of the beauty of Thorn’s cock sent a rush of moisture between her legs. She frowned, disturbed by the ease with which thoughts of him triggered such responses in her. Worse, they had her looking at Hawk in a different light as well.

  Hawk pushed the crotch of her bodysuit aside.

  Chapter Two

  She gasped. “What are you doing?”

  “I’m searching for your clit,” he said, his voice husky.

  “Why?”

  “So I can do this,” he said, rubbing his thumb against her clit.

  “Oh!”

  He smiled down at her. “Feels nice. Doesn’t it?”

  She nodded.

  “I think you’ll like this as well.” He palmed her ass before he eased a finger inside her.

  She bit her lips. “Oh…”

  “You’re wet,” he said in a satisfied voice. “Your pussy knows the natural order of thing, Sierra—even if you don’t.” He added a second finger and slowly thrust both inside her.

  She gasped and shivered. “What are you doing?”

  “Showing you just how passionate you can be.” He caressed her ass while continuing to thrust his fingers in and out of her. “How does this feel?”

  She liked the feel of his palm on her ass. And each foray of his fingers into her pussy felt better…left her wanting more. On the verge of pushing herself onto his fingers, she shivered and jerked away instead. “You like men…everyone says so.”

  He lifted his fingers, coated with her juices to his mouth and licked them. “You taste delicious, Sierra.”

  Her vaginal muscles pulsed. Heat burned her cheeks, quickly spreading through her entire body. She stared at him with her lips parted—surprised at how easily he’d aroused passions she’d never felt or acknowledged.

  He stroked the back of his hand across her hot cheek. “You’re beautiful and so full of passion if you’d only allow yourself to feel it. If you get the opportunity, allow him to rut in your ass too.”

  “My…but he’ll slit me open.”

  “No, he won’t. And Sierra…ass rutting is so…good. When it’s done right, you just about lose your mind when you come.”

  Sierra swallowed hard, her nipples tightening. “I…I don’t think I can bear that.”

  He stepped close enough to roll her hardened nipples between his fingers. “Trust me…once you get past the pain, you’ll love it…and even the pain is sweet. With the right lover, it’s as good as pussy.”

  Her state of arousal heightened with each word. “I’m confused. Don’t you like men?”

  “No. I don’t like men. I enjoy pussy and anal sex—with females.”

  “But—I don’t understand. All your lovers have been men.”

  “I’ve never been with a man,” he told her, his gaze narrowing. “I love women and pussy.”

  “But—”

  He pressed his fingers back inside her. “Never mind me. Before you’re stuck with Drakon and while you have the chance, take every opportunity to fully explore every form of mating possible. It will give a new and even more forceful creative edge to your music.”

  She moistened her lips, intrigued by the sensual picture Hawk’s words conjured in her head. She struggled not to close her legs in an attempt to keep his thrusting fingers inside her.

  “I’d better go, but toss your fears aside. Meet Thorn with an open mind. The lucky rutter will have the privilege of teaching you the full joys of mating.” He rubbed her clit hard.

  “Oh…”

  He smiled, pushing his fingers as deep inside her as he could. “What I wouldn’t give to watch this sweet, wet pussy getting its first taste of cock.”

  At first shocked by the thought of her best friend watching her sexual humiliation, Sierra paused. He was her oldest and closest friend. Why deny him the chance to watch her first mating?

  Hawk withdrew his fingers from her pussy.

  She bit her lip to silence a protest.

  He gazed silently down into her eyes as he slowly licked her juices from them. Only then did he cross the room toward the door.

  She stared after him, aware of a pleasant tingling sensation between her thighs. He had long legs and a nice, tight ass. As he paused by the door, she noted the outline of his cock visible along one thigh. The size and girth of it surprised her. How had she never noticed his size? The tingling in her pussy intensified. “Why don’t you?” she called.

  Hawk turned to look at her. “Why don’t I what?”

  “Watch me and him?” She cast a quick, guilty look at his thigh. “Or better yet? Why don’t you join us?”

  “Join you?” Hawk stared at her. “Are you serious?”

  She nodded, her thoughts on the songs she could compose having witnessed and even participated in a ménage a trios. “Yes. Let’s do it.”

  “Caronae would never agree to that.”

  She shrugged. “So we won’t tell her. You can leave by the entry doors and then come around to my private garden bath. Use the clearance codes I gave you and come in.”

  “Are you sure?”

  She cast another glance at the sizable bulge adorning his leg. A desire to see his naked flesh infused her with a strange yet pleasurable heat. “I’m very sure,” she told him.

  He stared into her eyes. “I don’t know if I can bear to just watch and not touch…”

  Would Thorn object to Hawk touching him? “Who says you can’t touch him?” She challenged.

  “He’s not the one I’d want to touch.”

  The muscles in her belly contracted. “I wouldn’t object to your touch.”

  “You’re sure?”

  She arched a brow. “You ask that after you’ve already had your big, greedy fingers inside me?”

  “Your pussy was made to hold and caress big, greedy objects.” He shrugged. “And I didn’t mean to take such liberties.”

  “Oh, yes you did.”

  “You allowed it.”

  “And I’ll continue to allow it,” she whispered, a strange ache in her pussy.

  Hawk sucked in a breath. “I’ll see you in a little while.”

  She nodded, breathless with excitement at the thought of the coming evening spent in the company of two well–endowed males. Her next songs would vibe with passionate intensity.

  As Hawk reached the door, it slid silently open and a tall female with long, dark hair and dark eyes entered. Hawk smiled down at her. “Like your lovely sister, you get prettier every time I see you, Sorenia.”

  Sorenia flashed him a cold look. “That’s not what I want to be known for!”

  Hawk arched a brow and silently left the chamber.

  Sorenia watched the door slide close then she turned to face Sierra, her dark eyes narrowed. “What the hell is wrong with him? Why does he always go on about looks as if that’s as important as my athletic abilities?”

  Sierra shrugged. “You do get prettier every day.” Noting Sorenia’s uneven breathing, Sierra crossed the chamber to grip her younger sister’s hands. “So? How are things with Ren?”

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nbsp; Her lips compressed. “I’m not going to have him climbing all over me. Have you seen the size of his weapon?”

  “No. Have you?”

  “Yes! He has no sense of decency. He exposes himself every time we’re alone! It’s long and thick with a big, angry looking pink head! You have to talk to mother, Sierra. I have no desire to feel his weapon ripping into me.”

  Sierra gave her sister’s hands a gentle squeeze. “I’m not in a position to help. You know I would if I could, but we’re both required to mate and bond for the good our people. Ren is one of the best rutters in all Denhari. You know that Jador will not accept a virgin consort.”

  “I have no desire to bond with Jador. He leaves me colder than Ren does.”

  “As Drakon leaves me, but we don’t have the luxury of bonding with people of our own choosing. At least, in your case, it will not happen until after Drakon and I are bonded.”

  “I want to devote my time to the games, not spend valuable game time in the arms of a man I have no desire for trying to make babies that will then have no say in their own lives.”

  She touched Sorenia’s arm. “We have no choice, Sorenia.”

  “Yes we do. I’m not going to be forced into a bonding I don’t want and can never enjoy. I’m leaving Denhari, Sierra.”

  Sierra shook her head. “You know Aquee will not allow that.”

  “I wasn’t planning to ask her permission.”

  Sierra gasped, surprised at the determination she saw in her sister’s gaze. “As fond of you as she is, she will not allow you to defy her.”

  “Again, I don’t plan to ask her permission. I’ll be damned if I’ll mate with anyone I don’t want to.”

  She sighed. Sometimes Sorenia could try her patience. “I have to get ready for the rutter Caronae is bringing home. Promise me you won’t do anything rash until we can talk again.”

  Sorenia gave her a long look. “I was hovering at the market place. I saw him. His weapon is even larger than Jador’s. Are you going to be all right?”