Wicked Empress:The Onic Empire, Book 4

by Anitra Lynn McLeod

  “No child can come of such a coupling,” Drahka explained, convinced that Viltori must already know this. And since he knew this himself, why did the prospect of taking her here, in this wrong way, excite him so? He didn’t want to watch Viltori slake his passion in this way. He wanted to do it himself!

  A brief laugh confirmed Viltori knew the truth of what Drahka had said. “No child, only pleasure.” Turning to him, Viltori smiled more wickedly than any look that had ever crossed Bithia’s face. “Here a man can find his satisfaction without creating a child.”

  “But the whole point of giving is to make a child!” Drahka was horrified that Viltori would deliberately waste his essence.

  Viltori’s gaze traveled down to Drahka’s cock. Anticipation caused his essence to leak from the tip. Embarrassed by his clear lack of control, Drahka yanked the edges of his robe to cover himself up.

  “Don’t.” Viltori pushed the edges apart, the fabric sliding sensuously as his teacher exposed him. “Don’t hide the truth. Watching excites you. Here.” Viltori moved away from Bithia, drawing Drahka to take his place between her legs.

  Bithia turned her head to see what they were doing, but she remained curiously quiet despite the fact Viltori had not bound her mouth. Perhaps his threat to do so convinced her to keep silent. Drahka settled himself between her knees, his chest feeling tight from his shallow breaths.

  “Do as I did. Rub yourself against her.”

  A part of him said no, but another part, a stronger part, pressed against her as if drawn by unseen forces. Closing his eyes, he saw in his mind where he wished to place his cock so that when the contact came, the feeling was pure, undiluted by his sight. Raw and hot, his cock smoothed into the crevice of her bottom, moving against the fabric that was so slick it was almost like the wet he’d felt inside her last night.

  Her groan matched his.

  Keeping his eyes closed, Drahka placed his hands on her hips, not to hold her steady, but to steady himself. What he was doing was wrong in so many ways, but as long as he did not climax, he could tease her and himself. However, holding back became ever more difficult as the fabric held the heat not only against her flesh, but his. Each stroke increased the temperature, until his cock felt bathed in the slick hotness of her passage.

  Wrenching back, Drahka stopped just before he lost control. He kept his eyes closed, thinking of anything, everything, other than Bithia.

  On his shoulder, he felt the weight of Viltori’s hand. “Calm, deep breaths, Drahka.”

  Mimicking his teacher, he drew in air through his nose and released it from his mouth. In this way, he staved off his climax, but only barely.

  “I cannot do this, my teacher. I am not as trained as you.” When he opened his eyes, he saw that Viltori was kneeling next to him, slowly sliding the back of Bithia’s robe up. Ever so slowly he exposed her strong calves, the tender cup at the back of her knee where her skin was just a bit lighter, to the smooth ebony strength of her parted thighs, and then the glistening entrance to her glory.

  “Do you see what teasing has done to her?” Viltori pushed the robe up to the middle of her back, then slid his long-fingered hand between her legs. When he pulled his hand back, his fingers glistened in the light. “See how slick she is? She weeps for your cock. The barest brush against her clit will send her screaming into orgasm.”

  Determined to keep his composure, Drahka continued to take slow measured breaths through his nose, but each time he did he could smell and taste Bithia’s essence. He stood. To distract himself, he demanded, “Show me this clit.” His teacher had talked about this magical place once before, but Drahka refused to listen because a woman need not climax to make a child. Now he understood that wasn’t the point. Giving her pleasure was just as important as giving her a child.

  Grasping her shoulder, Viltori angled Bithia up to her knees, then, with Drahka’s help, they pulled her to her feet.

  “If you promise to be a good submissive, I’ll untie you.”

  Bithia lifted her chin, but then lowered it slowly, nodding her agreement. The promise of pleasure was the only thing that made her willing to indulge Viltori’s teachings. Drahka had a feeling if he tried to boss her in such a way, he would not be as successful.

  Viltori untied her wrists, slipped off her robe and tilted her chin up. “We are going to make you feel so good, Bithia, that you will never forget this day.”

  Flicking his chin, Viltori indicated the chair where he wanted Drahka to sit. Drahka settled himself on the deeply padded armless chair with his legs held together. Viltori guided Bithia to sit upon his lap, facing away from him, but refused to let them couple. Her slight growl of annoyance pleased him, for he wished to fill her with the now-throbbing length of his cock just as much as she apparently wanted to be filled. Instead, his cock only pressed against her cool bottom as she spread her legs, straddling his lap. Speaking only in his native tongue, Drahka begged Viltori to hurry with his lesson for he could not last much longer.

  Chuckling, Viltori placed himself on his knees and pushed Drahka’s legs open, which forced Bithia’s legs even wider apart as her thighs rested on the outside of Drahka’s.

  “Bring your hands around her, Drahka, cup her breasts.”

  Drahka did, heating the coolness of her flesh with the moist warmth of his palms. Arching her back, Bithia turned her head, kissing him over her shoulder as he twisted her nipples.

  When she lowered her hands, Viltori gently slapped them away. “I am trying to teach, Bithia. This won’t do him any good if you rub yourself.”

  Instead, Bithia reached back, smoothing her hands along Drahka’s waist, reaching until she flattened her palms against his lower back.

  Mastering his movements, Viltori drew Drahka’s left hand down the smooth slope of Bithia’s belly to the triangle of hair that guarded the entrance to her glory. Pressing his middle finger firmly into her flesh, he slid his hand lower until he brushed against something firm. As soon as he touched this spot, Bithia jumped. Her thighs tried to pull together automatically, but his legs were far too strong. Deliberately he spread them farther, fingering her until she whimpered in surrender. Much like his teacher, he enjoyed having control over his chosen. Exploring with Viltori’s guidance, Drahka felt all along the lips of her sex, the snug entrance he could not wait to fill, and that hard little nub.

  “Slowly, evenly, pressing not too hard and not too light will bring her higher. You control when she will find the summit.” Viltori moved his face very close, using the breathing technique to further torment Bithia, but Drahka could also feel his moist breath against his balls. He tried not to think of his teacher’s face that close to his cock. With Drahka’s finger and Viltori’s murmured words, Bithia squirmed against the power of his legs and the unbreakable grasp of his arm. Leaning near to her ear, Drahka swore in her language that he would not stop until he felt her climax. Her reaction convinced him that she enjoyed hearing aggressive words while he gave to her. This lesson with his teacher had taught him a great deal.

  “Now is the time.” Viltori helped Bithia lift up. He grasped Drahka’s cock, sliding him into her with one smooth motion. She plunged down on him so swiftly she suddenly engulfed his entire length. Desperate to hold on, determined to pleasure her first, he lost control of his movements, but Viltori was there, telling him to breathe, helping him keep his rhythm by mastering his hand.

  Gasping, Bithia bounced upon his lap, moving within so that she grasped him almost as tightly as his fist had earlier. Closing his eyes, determined to feel everything from the nubbly texture of the fabric against his buttocks to the burning heat of his chosen, to the moist breath of his teacher, Drahka erupted just as Bithia clamped down on him, her whole body shuddering.

  For a long moment, he simply held on to her as he pumped his seed deep inside. Bithia turned her head, kissing him over her shoulder, lifting her hands to twine in his hair. When the last of the shudders left their drained bodies, Bithia opened her eyes just as h
e opened his. In her gaze, he saw the truth—he had pleased his chosen beyond her expectations. Before pride could puff his chest, he realized he never would have been able to do so without his teacher. As if she had just remembered him too, Bithia turned her head as Drahka lowered his gaze.

  Tormented cock jutting up from his body, Viltori knelt on the floor, his gaze darting between their eyes. A slow grin of triumph spread across his face.

  “Tell me, Empress, will you now punish the teacher?”

  Chapter Nine

  After tossing out the challenge to Bithia, Viltori gazed upon his two students. At first one was so eager and the other so defiant, but now, both had a glow of satisfaction. He fell back upon his heels. Tension filled his entire body, but he found it was a good kind of pressure. He wanted release, but he also felt strong enough to put that moment off. Enjoying the need for climax was pleasurable in and of itself, something he hoped he’d just taught Drahka. All he’d taught Bithia was that he had no problem dominating her.

  After a few blinks of her unusual eyes, a gleam filled Bithia’s expression, and he knew in that moment the power had shifted back to her. He was surprised his mastery had lasted this long.

  “I think your unsatisfied cock will be punishment enough.” She stretched languorously atop Drahka’s strong legs, displaying the full of her satisfied body. Oh the things that he could do to her. He almost had. Yanking up her robe and plunging into the tight darkness between her rounded cheeks would have been sublime. Yet he hadn’t. Bithia was not his. He did not have the right to slake his needs upon her, only Drahka could. He was here to teach him. Bithia said that he now belonged to her, but she’d not given him any details.

  Concern slowly ate away the satisfaction on Drahka’s face. “It unfair to keep him in such pain.” His Diolan was getting better, but he clearly needed more lessons. Viltori couldn’t wait to continue with his instructions in both language and love.

  Bithia turned her head, nodding with false concern. “If you wish to help him, you may, with my blessing.”

  At that, Drahka blanched. “One man does not touch another man.”

  “You let him touch you earlier,” Bithia pointed out with barely concealed glee.

  “That was to show, for teaching, not for pleasure.” Clearly horrified by the very idea of touching another man, Drahka twisted his face into such a moue of disgust he managed to make himself utterly unattractive.

  “Well, it’s either by your hand or his own, but it will not be by my hand.” Bithia cast Viltori a smirk.

  “He should not waste his essence.”

  “Yes, it is a puzzle.” Bithia rose, dislodging Drahka’s softening prick, and slowly pulled on her robe, making sure Viltori got a clear view of her luscious cunt. “But I’m afraid you two will have to work this out, as I must go. Meetings and important empress duties.”

  Drahka lifted his arm as if to stop her, but in the end he simply watched her walk away. He was not yet ready to take a power position over Bithia. Her robe swirled around her calves as she yanked open the door and departed.

  Viltori saw his own reflection in one of the mirrors and almost laughed at his pathetic state. His cock was so hard and primed that moisture leaked from the tip like tears. Drahka too looked at him and frowned.

  “Not right to leave you this way.”

  “No.” Viltori shook his head. He knew by Drahka’s pained expression that he could probably guilt him into alleviating his problem. Manipulating his student would be simple; however, he just couldn’t take advantage of his friend that way. Standing and covering himself in his discarded robe, he motioned Drahka to follow him.

  “Where we go?”

  “Where are we going?” Viltori corrected automatically. Drahka repeated the phrase. “We are going to the training rooms.” Along the way, Viltori reminded him about the Harvesters and their role in Diolan society. They’d discussed them many times, but this would be his first exposure to how they were trained.

  “Why will we go to the training rooms?” Drahka asked, looking for confirmation that he’d spoken correctly.

  “You show remarkable progress, my student.” Viltori clapped him on the shoulder. Just as he started to enjoy the feel of his hard muscles, he pulled his hand away, clasping it to the other behind his back. “There is more than one way to deal with unrequited lust.”

  As soon as Viltori stepped into the training rooms, he took a deep breath. Sweat, leather and the faintest tang of blood scented the air. Groups of men were scattered about the room training in different ways: some grappled barehanded; some swung double clubs; some used dull-edged swords atop the tilt-table; and some practiced the fluid movements of kintana. Drahka’s gaze seemed to be everywhere at once, taking it all in. He asked question after question, for his tribe had no such organized way to train in the art of combat. So few lived on his world that they never fought with each other. There would be no point when they had plenty of resources.

  Leading Drahka to the gear room in the back, Viltori selected two pairs of mondi pants for their training session. The drawstring trousers were drab brown and loose, comfortable for a wide range of movement. Drahka pulled his on under his robe, then removed the heavy crimson garment. Viltori had far less modesty; he wrenched off his robe first, then drew on his pants. He noticed Drahka made a point to look away. Once they were dressed, Viltori led him out to the mats.

  Rather than starting with unfamiliar weapons, he chose first to show him the basics of barehanded wrestling. Drahka was convinced such a fight would be unfair as he was larger. One quick tumble to the mat convinced him that size had little to do with this style of fighting. Drahka rapidly grasped that to prevail, he had to keep a cool head and use his opponent’s weight and momentum against him.

  As Viltori pinned Drahka down to the mat, his head close to his crotch, Viltori realized his mistake. Teaching him involved a great amount of touching, which exacerbated the longings in Viltori’s body. Rather than decreasing his arousal, pawing all over Drahka was only making things worse. Drahka’s body was so solid and he smelled strongly of Bithia. Viltori could not imagine a sweeter perfume than that of her sex.

  To protect himself from an embarrassing erection, Viltori moved on to the dantaratase, a tall, slender staff used for both defense and offence. Drahka was an excellent student who was comfortable with his body and quickly grasped the mechanics of the weapon. It didn’t take long for Drahka to knock his teacher to the ground. As Viltori lay on his back, realizing that physical punishment was not removing his lust, Drahka stepped forward and pulled him to his feet. Drahka ran his hand over his back, making sure he had not hurt him, which only increased Viltori’s ardor.

  “I am fine. A bit of damaged pride, but other than that, I am fine.” The man was nothing short of amazing. Drahka could wield an unfamiliar weapon far better than he could, and Viltori had spent two seasons in training.

  “This is how you try to forget a woman?” Drahka asked. He leaned close and whispered so that the other men wouldn’t hear.

  “Me? No, this is not what I prefer to do, but I thought it might help.” In a way, it had. He was no longer hard and he wasn’t thinking about Bithia anymore. Unfortunately, his longings returned to his student. Viltori couldn’t believe his misfortune. Instead of one person he couldn’t have, he now had two. Once freed of the restrictive rules of being an acolyte, he couldn’t self-indulge for fear of losing the respect of his friend. Because of cultural taboos, his friend couldn’t release him, and the woman he craved was determined to punish him by keeping him unfulfilled. His only hope was for a wild dream that released him unto his bedclothes. That would literally take the matter out of his hands.

  “Why Bithia no let you give to her?”

  Concerned that they would be overheard, Viltori drew him back toward the cells, where the recruits slept, so they could have some privacy. Rather than taking him into a private room, he chose the open area where the lowest of the recruits slept. Viltori thought he would
be less tempted in a more public place.

  “I cannot give to Bithia because she is not my chosen.” In the simplest terms, that was true. However, there were many other issues holding Viltori back.

  The frown that spread across Drahka’s face would have been comical but for his genuine confusion and hurt. “But I will let you give to her. I will share with you.”

  Viltori felt his brows rise. “In your tribe, men share women?” For all their backward taboos, Drahka’s tribe apparently had some startlingly permissive attitudes as well.

  Drahka patiently explained that any man could give to any receptive woman. Such increased her odds of having a child.

  “But Bithia must have a child that is yours,” Viltori pointed out.

  “How would they know?”

  After having spent time with the primitive Oughunian people, Viltori knew how technologically inferior Drahka’s people were. Drahka didn’t understand that a simple test that took mere moments to perform could reveal the mother and father of any child on Diola. Viltori tried to explain this concept to him, but the science baffled Drahka. Moreover, he didn’t understand why paternity mattered when all that mattered to him and his tribe was making more children. They cared not where they came from, or who made them, only that they were strong. For the Oughunian people, sex was all about procreation. Once Viltori understood the concept Drahka operated under, he could comprehend the man more fully. His drive to procreate shaped his beliefs and reactions to sex. Changing those perceptions would be almost impossible. Viltori sighed. It seemed he would never be able to have either of the two people he lusted after. Even Rown, who’d given so greatly to him, was forbidden to receive pleasure by his hand. If he were a man who believed in the gods, he would think he was being punished.

  “Then what will we do about you?” Drahka asked, clearly not liking the idea of his teacher going unfulfilled.

  Viltori didn’t like the idea, either, but with his status unknown, there wasn’t a lot he could do. He could simply take care of himself; but the idea of it so upset Drahka, he didn’t think he could masturbate even behind the man’s back. He couldn’t give to Bithia without terrible repercussions should she bear his child instead of Drahka’s. Bithia’s sister, Kasmiri, relinquished her crown when it was revealed she was the child of an empress and an unofficial consort. Such parentage made her invalid to sit upon the throne. While Viltori stood there pondering what to say, he heard a shuffle and whispered voices coming from the back of the main sleeping room.