“Please, fill me.” Her voice sounded desperate, wanton and strangely beautiful. It was her voice, but something was different. Something within had profoundly changed because lust wasn’t the only need compelling her, not anymore. Her need was deeper than a longing for climax. She wanted to join with both of them. She needed to feel each man within her body. For the first time she wasn’t seeking oblivion in pleasure to escape the painful questions of her past. This time, she was in the moment, feeling only the graceful strength of slowly growing love.
Drahka looked up, his gaze riveted to her eyes as he continued to flick his tongue over her clit.
“Please.”
Slowly he stood. Her eyes tracked him as her neck craned back to hold his gaze. Heavy lids settled over his hypnotizing eyes. Tugging gently on his long hair, she drew him near, kissing him, tasting herself on his lips. Together they struggled to free him from his clothing. What stopped them cold was the dreaded echalle. No matter what they did, they couldn’t figure out how to remove the accursed item.
“Once I get you out of this thing I swear I will set fire to it!” Bithia had to admit she loved the way Drahka looked dressed in official consort clothing. The only problem was with how long it took to get him out of it.
“The whole point, my lady, is to delay gratification.” Chuckling, Viltori rose until he pressed himself against her back. His cock nestled into the split of her bottom as he reached around her waist. All that separated them was the thin weave of his trousers, but she could feel every hard bit of him.
Slowly and clearly, he showed them how to remove the echalle. Her breath caught at the tender way Viltori moved his hands over Drahka’s body as he slid the small scrap of fabric off. When she looked up, she noticed Drahka’s eyes were closed, not in shame, but as if he wished to absorb every bit of pleasure he could from Viltori’s touch.
Freed of all clothing, Drahka stepped forward, nestling his cock to her belly as Viltori did the same from behind. Again, they moved in unspoken agreement, teasing her by rubbing their bodies against hers until the need to feel them both inside overwhelmed her.
“Please, please,” she begged, her hands seeking to lower Viltori’s pants as she tried to push Drahka’s cock between her legs. They ignored her pleas. Viltori captured her hands, bringing them behind her back, holding them as he continued to slide his cock up and down the split of her bottom. At the top of his stroke, she felt the tip of his penis with her fingertips. He’d leaked a bit, creating a wet spot against the fabric of his trousers.
“We will not rush, not this time, not when everything has changed.” Viltori’s powerful voice filled her ear, shivered her body, and made her turn her head to kiss him. Between sweet and greedy kisses, he swore, “You will never forget this night.”
No longer was Viltori making any pretense of teaching Drahka. Now, they had decided to educate her. Surrendering her will, she let the two powerful men take total control of her body.
Chapter Fourteen
Drahka knew what Viltori said was true. None of them would forget this night. Together they moved, seeking pleasure, working only to lift each other higher. When Viltori had placed his hands upon him, Drahka no longer felt shame, only a profound joy. He had found two people who accepted him. They asked little of him and gave greatly in return. As Bithia had placed the Sword of the Empress on his hip, emotions overwhelmed him. He would die to defend her and the empire she ruled. His greatest pleasure would be to bless their lives with children. And he wanted Viltori there to share that with them.
Bithia leaned her head back, kissing Viltori. Moving near, Drahka joined into their kiss, making three tongues slide in harmony. Bithia’s pleading moans inflamed him as much as Viltori’s lower grunts of longing. Wrapping his arms around both of them, he hugged them hard, crushing them to his body. Bithia yielded, her body soft while Viltori’s body was firm, his muscle straining as he hugged them back. The contrast of male and female excited him beyond rational thought. He wanted to fill both their bodies with his. He wanted all three of them to meld together in mutual bliss.
Reaching his long arms around, he grasped Viltori’s trousers, pulling them down, feeling the cool flesh of his ass, but what he wanted to touch was his cut cock. Drahka wanted to feel that smooth skin stretched over hardness, his fingers feeling rough and strong against him. And then, very deep down in the secret part of his heart, he admitted that he wanted to do to his teacher what he had done to him; he wanted to take Viltori’s cock into his mouth and suck until he climaxed. After tasting the sweetness of Bithia, he wanted to know the flavor of his friend. Now he wished he had let Viltori finish what he had begun in that darkened room.
“Wrap your arms around his neck, Bithia,” Viltori said, “so we can lift you up.”
Even though he no longer needed instruction, Drahka didn’t mind that his teacher couldn’t stop teaching. Viltori enjoyed being in charge. Drahka discovered he didn’t mind so much anymore. Viltori wasn’t bossing to have control. He simply wanted them to put Bithia in the most pleasurable position.
Drahka cradled her bottom with his hands as she wrapped her arms and legs around him. Lifting her up higher against his chest, he held her steady as Viltori positioned Drahka’s cock to her sex. Slowly he lowered her down. Bithia exhaled as he entered her until she blew the last of her breath out when he hit the very limit of her body. Once he hit that smooth, hard flesh inside, she gasped in a breath and buried her face against his chest. Every time he sank into her heat, he couldn’t help but marvel at the snug wetness. At first, he’d feared he would stretch her, but Viltori explained he would not wear her out. Still, it was a miraculous thing to him, the texture of her. He would never grow weary of feeling her give around the thrusting need of his body.
“Now you, Viltori, now you.” Bithia turned her head.
“Yes, now you,” Drahka joined her in encouraging him to meld with them. He understood that filling her dark passage would not be a waste of his essence, but a grand joining of the three of them.
Viltori met Drahka’s gaze, his expression pained, his eyes weary. “I cannot.”
Both he and Bithia startled at his forlorn tone.
“What I swore to I meant, Bithia. Only when I am your consort will I have my release within you.”
Bithia looked up to Drahka, as if he had the power to change Viltori’s mind.
“We need you.” Drahka took a breath to summon his courage. “I want to give to you too.”
Something softened in Viltori’s gaze. He was pleased, proud, but in the end, Drahka did not persuade him.
“I will make you my consort when I can.” Bithia turned her head to look at him over her shoulder. “I give you my word, Viltori. Please, don’t stop what we’ve started.”
Lowering his head to her shoulder, Viltori hid his face, but the gentle shaking of his head clearly said no. “I cannot do what you ask until I am your consort, but I will not stop what we have started here.”
Drahka knew Viltori was fingering Bithia’s bottom because he felt her squirm against him, her lovely cunt gripping his cock with great strength. Pressing against her back, Viltori moved in concert with Drahka, lifting and lowering Bithia between their bodies until she cried out, her climax clamping him so hard he too lost control and came with one last hard thrust into her.
Panting, his strength drained, Drahka lowered to his knees, keeping Bithia with him. Settling himself cross-legged, he cradled her against his chest. Eyes closed, he held her as their bodies continued to quiver, the last shocks of release rolling through them. The sound of running water broke him from his peaceful bliss of holding his chosen.
Bithia looked over at her bathing unit and sighed. “Viltori must be using cool water to try to ease his needs.”
Drahka didn’t understand.
“Sometimes, when a person is very aroused but unable to climax, cold water can help relieve the need.”
Frowning, Drahka glared at the bathing unit. “He doesn’t need wa
ter when he has us.”
“I know that, and you know that, but I don’t think Viltori does.” Bithia kissed him softly, her hand cupped against his heart.
“Why does he refuse to give to you when you have told him you are willing to take?” Drahka still didn’t quite understand Viltori’s reluctance.
“He wants a commitment.” Bithia shook her head. “He is the only man I have ever known who wanted that before he would indulge his lust.”
“Your world is very different from mine.” Drahka teased his fingers through her short hair. “I would have given to you no matter what.”
Bithia smiled wickedly. “You just like to give.”
“Yes. Especially to you.” He kissed her again. So far, the best thing he had learned on Diola was the art of kissing. In his opinion the most erotic kiss was when all three of them had swirled their tongues together. Just thinking of that moment caused him to twitch inside Bithia.
“If I were to give to him, would that upset you?” Drahka asked.
“I would be pleased.” Her pupils dilated. “Since this is a night of telling truths, I’ve always loved to see two men together. It excites me. I don’t know why.” After a moment, she pulled back, frowning lightly, her brows drawn down. “I thought that male-to-male touching was wrong where you come from.”
Drahka nodded. “But I am not of my tribe anymore.” He knew now he never really was. Somehow, in some way, he’d always belonged here. Those who had gone before had slipped and put him with the wrong tribe. On Diola, with Bithia and Viltori, he knew he was home. He felt safe here when he’d never felt that way on Oughun. Not even as a child had he felt welcomed there. He’d always felt different, awkward and unwanted.
After a deep breath he said, “I must tell you why my tribe tricked your people into taking me away.” Fear trickled cold sweat down his back, but he had to tell her the truth. Once it was out, he would feel better and be able to confess the rest of the feelings he held so tightly inside. Drahka’s emotions churned in his gut, his need to express them great.
“I can’t imagine it’s any worse than what you heard about me tonight.” Bithia snuggled her hips against him, keeping his cock within her glory. “And I do not feel tricked. I’m honored that you are my bondmate, my consort.”
Relief showed with a long sigh. “You honor me.” Still he had to tell her everything. “When I was young, there was another boy, like me, a misfit. We would hunt together and—” he searched for the words, “do chores together.” Drahka thought back to the curious warmth that had filled him when his friend had smiled at him, or clapped his hand to his shoulder. “One night, we were too far from our village to continue home. Water fell from the sky and we took refuge in a cave.” Just recounting the tale filled him with alternate flashes of lust and shame. “We were cold and we huddled together to try to stay warm. His body was smaller than mine, and his skin was soft, almost like a woman. When he touched me, I wanted to say no, but his hands felt good, and then he…” Drahka didn’t know if he could finish.
One fingertip to his lips drew his attention to Bithia’s face. “I won’t judge you. You didn’t judge me. I am glad you found comfort with each other. I’m proud you were strong enough to feel for him the obvious care you still do.”
Tears blinded his vision, for that was not the case. He dropped his head to her shoulder, needing that momentary privacy. That she knew he was crying was embarrassing, but he did not wish for her to actually see the tears fall from his eyes.
“He took my cock into his mouth.” Even now, the memory of that exact sensation caused his body to warm. “His mouth was so hot compared to the cold air. I remember just lying back, letting him do as he wished.” Drahka held Bithia close as he spoke, needing her warmth, her acceptance to help him finish. “Between taking me deep, he spoke of how much he’d always admired me, how long he’d dreamed of having me within his body. He said he loved me, but he knew I did not feel the same.” Drahka’s voice broke then, because he realized he had loved him, but was too cowardly to confess. “After that night, we snuck away every chance we could. Always he took me into his mouth, never I him into mine. I was too afraid.” Drahka sighed. “He did not care, but I felt badly for using him to ease my longings when he had only his hand to ease his.”
Drahka knew that Viltori had been listening for some time, but he couldn’t summon the courage to meet his gaze. Not yet. “Bolder each time, we became lazy about secrecy, and I think I wanted to be caught and punished because I always thought what we did was wrong. What I didn’t realize was what they would do when they caught us.”
When he finally opened his eyes, he looked up to find Viltori standing in the doorway of the basin room. Around his hips he’d slung a crimson towel, but the rest of his body was bare. Looking right into the watering eyes of his teacher, Drahka confessed, “They killed him for what he did. They let me live in shame as an example to others. First, they took my name from me. In Oughunian, Drahka means no name. Second, they marked my face, so that as soon as anyone saw me, they would know my shame.”
The tears that fell from his eyes were mirrored in Viltori’s. He shook his head as if he could take away the terrible pain, but of course, he couldn’t. When Drahka could no longer take the intense eye-to-eye contact, he lowered his gaze only to find Bithia crying as well.
Unable to speak, she simply wrapped her arms around him and held him, as if her arms could protect him from ever feeling such pain again. After a very long time, he felt a hand upon his shoulder. Warm, moist and large, the hand felt as familiar to him as his own. Clasping his hand over Viltori’s, Drahka lifted his gaze to his teacher.
“I wish to give to you what I could never give to him.”
Chapter Fifteen
Inadvertently, Viltori dug his fingertips into Drahka’s shoulder. Their tears were barely dry and the man was offering to suck his cock to honor the friend he’d lost. Viltori’s stunned gaze sought Bithia. Blinking back tears, she nodded slightly, as if he dared to say no he would hurt Drahka more deeply than the loss of his companion had.
Viltori had stood under a stream of cold water to force his erection away. Just the thought of slipping his cock into Drahka’s willing mouth destroyed all his effort. His vow, to wait for Bithia to make their relationship official, clashed now with a need to validate his connection with his student, his friend, the man he cared about as much as Bithia. Saying no would be like a slap in the face. Refusing him would convince Drahka his feelings were wrong when they weren’t.
Unable to speak, Viltori gave his consent by dropping his towel to the floor. Gaze locked to his, Drahka slid his hand up Viltori’s leg, reaching higher until he cupped his balls. Shivering at the intensity of the contact, Viltori refused to look away or let Drahka do so. In this, they must each be certain there was no shame and there would be no regrets. He could not bear any misgivings on Drahka’s part.
Eyes clear, Drahka held his gaze as he explored his body with gentle brushes of his fingertips. Hands hot against his cold body, Drahka’s touch seemed amplified, his hands more massive, his touch conveying devotion and a trust so deep Viltori was almost afraid. This was not playful pleasure like what Rown had bestowed upon him. This with Drahka was profound. Emotions rocked Viltori; affection, excitement, and rapture so deep he felt his awareness expand out from himself until his consciousness enveloped all three of them.
Bithia leaned back, but kept Drahka within her body, cradling him with her sex as he explored Viltori’s cock and balls. He did not have to look at her to know she watched with rapt attention. Her affinity for watching two men was well known, but he didn’t think this was about lust for her, not if her feelings were as strong as theirs were.
“Ever since I first saw you in your white robe, I wanted to know what lay below.” Drahka brushed his fingers under his sac and up along the length of his rapidly hardening cock. “When you told me yours was cut, I panicked, for I thought someone had cut yours off.”
At that
, Viltori smiled, for he remembered the look of horror that washed down Drahka’s normally stoic face, and the way he’d grasped his cock in strong fingers, touching him everywhere to ensure he was still whole.
“When you showed it to me, I was so relieved I grasped you, touching you without fear, before I remembered that I should not.” Drahka urged Viltori forward with a leisurely stroking pull along his shaft.
Taking a step brought his cock close to Drahka’s mouth. As he spoke, his hot breath caressed his aching body, almost as powerful as a touch. Viltori practically winced at how good even that limited contact with his mouth felt.
“Then you showed me solo touching, but all I could think about was touching you.” Black eyes with hypnotizing white shards pulled Viltori closer until his cock hung literally a breath away from Drahka’s mouth. “I watched as you did in the mirror, feeling myself with my hand but imagining it was your cock I stroked, your cock that trembled in my fist, your cock pulsing with a need for climax.”
Anticipation caused Viltori to breathe in short, shallow gasps that left him lightheaded. What Drahka had just confessed to was exactly what he’d done as well. He’d watched Drahka in the mirror, feeling that glorious uncut cock slipping through his fist.
“And when you took my cock in your mouth—”
Viltori darted a concerned glance to Bithia, but she showed no disapproval or shock. She simply leaned back, supporting herself on one arm as she stayed joined to Drahka, watching the two men. As he’d predicted, lust did not fill her eyes, but compassion. She was grateful to be a part of their relationship, pleased to do her piece to bring all three of them together. She licked her lips, as if she would like to taste his cock too, but she held back, knowing this time was for them, and not her.
“—I returned to that moment, that first moment, when my friend did that to me.” Drahka’s plaintive voice drew Viltori’s attention back to his face. His gaze had not faltered. If anything, Drahka’s gaze intensified, as if he could project his very soul into Viltori through his eyes. “I wasn’t ashamed of what you did, but what I did to him. That’s why I pushed you away. I still blamed him for what I lost when all of it was my fault.”
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