The Empress' New Clothes

by Jaid Black

  “Am I your chosen one?” Jek asked hoarsely.

  Kyra gazed at him through lowered eyelashes. She could still see Cam and the warrior whose name she didn’t know sucking her nipples like lollipops. The other warriors gathered around her—Dak included—were watching everything, not missing any nuance of the ceremony. Their eyes feasted on her body, devouring Kyra’s glossy cunt lips as if they were the ones kneeling between her thighs.

  The tantalizing scene of so many fully clothed and erect men gathered around one extremely aroused, naked woman was a heady one. Kyra felt more erotic and deliciously wanton than words could express. Giving it no more thought, she lowered the face of her friend’s son between her legs, inviting him without words to bring her to climax.

  Jek groaned, his face diving between her thighs. He licked, nibbled, and sucked at her clit like a favorite treat.

  From somewhere in the back of her consciousness, Kyra heard Tia scream as her friend’s orgasm ripped through her body. She registered the sounds of giggling, and the voice of a man who could only be Jik hoisting his Sacred Mate into his arms and telling her he’d show her what pleasure really was.

  She heard these things, but paid them little attention. She was too caught up in what their son was doing between her legs.

  Kyra’s arms went limp as the feelings of ecstasy grew sharper, more intense. Moaning and shivering, she closed her eyes and simply felt.

  Mouths, tongues, and teeth at either nipple. Lips, tongue and teeth sucking on her engorged clit. Another hand rubbing up and down her thigh. Tongues on her belly. Fingers stroking her nether curls. Whispered words of appreciation from the spectators.

  It was overwhelming.

  Screaming, Kyra’s nipples jutted up thicker and harder into the appreciative mouths of the warriors sucking on them as she violently climaxed. Her labia turned a delicious rouge, puffing up to tell Jek without words that he had done well.

  And then Kyra was being lifted into the arms of a fiercely aroused High King who had something to prove. She closed her eyes and snuggled into Zor’s chest as he made his way toward the bedchamber.

  “No warrior will make you scream like I will, nee’ka. No warrior.”

  Her eyes flew open. She suddenly wondered how good of an idea it had been to set off Zor’s jealous instincts.

  She swallowed roughly. Ari had been right. Kyra was glad she would be there for the joining.

  Chapter 12

  Zor had wanted to kill the young warriors who had dared to touch his pani bride. Between lust and temper, he was so worked up, it became necessary to take a few deep breaths.

  His nee’ka lay sprawled out upon their raised bed, her arms thrown over her head and her legs wide open for the joining. Her gaze was captured, just as it had been when claiming her, making her unable to resist his will.

  Not that it appeared as though she wanted to.

  Zor quickly rid himself of his warrior’s clothes, then joined Kyra upon the high bed. He situated himself on his knees between her legs, giving his Sacred Mate her first view of his erection.

  Kyra gasped at the size of it. It was thick and long and she had no idea how he planned to get it all inside of her. And yet, she was still so primed for Zor’s invasion that it was useless to deny wanting him.

  Just then, the Chief Priestess’s form crystallized next to the raised bed. Naked like she’d been at their bath, Ari sauntered up onto the raised bed and took her place next to Zor. “You’ve the need to calm down, sire, else you will do an injury to your nee’ka.”

  Zor closed his eyes and drew in a ragged breath. He could smell Kyra’s arousal, see with his own eyes how puffed up and ready her engorged pussy was for his staff. It overwhelmed him in a way he was unfamiliar with, making him feel primal, more animal than man. He needed some control. “You have the right of it, Holy One,” he shakily admitted. “’Twill hurt her do I rut on her like a maki beast.”

  Kyra sensed what the Chief Priestess was about to do before she did it. Turning Zor’s body around to face her, Ari took his long, thick penis into her mouth and suckled him with the skill of a thousand-year-old woman well-accustomed to a warrior’s lust.

  Zor shut his eyes and groaned, the veins in his neck tightly corded. He grabbed at either side of the Chief Priestess’s face, riding in and out of Ari’s mouth ferociously. She matched his pace, giving him all that he needed.

  Kyra was amazed to realize that instead of feeling jealous of Ari, she was getting turned on by watching the Chief Priestess perform on her husband. It was like witnessing some mystical, pagan rite where she was slated to be the virgin sacrifice. Somehow, Kyra instinctively knew that Ari would never touch Zor again once the joining took place. That only made the scene more erotic, knowing she could watch her fill, delight in pleasures she had only read about in books, never having to worry that they would carry on behind her back when the night was over.

  Not that she should care.

  But God—she did.

  Zor released himself into the Chief Priestess’s mouth moments later, a roar echoing in the glowing red crystal chamber.

  Ari lapped at him until he was dry, then released his penis and made her way over to Kyra’s highly aroused body. She smiled down at her as she placed a soft, silk pillow under Kyra’s backside, hoisting her hips into the air and thrusting her labia out more prominently. Zor groaned.

  Kyra smiled back at Ari, then turned her neck to face her husband. She couldn’t believe it, but the man was as fiercely erect as ever.

  “Are you sated enough to breach your bride with care or do you still feel out of control?” Ari crawled on hands and knees to join Zor back at the bottom of the bed before Kyra’s spread legs.

  Zor didn’t answer her. His brow was dripping with perspiration as he made an obvious effort to rein in his need to conquer and claim.

  Ari turned to Kyra and arched a golden brow, as if asking her permission to ease Zor. Kyra closed her eyes briefly, wondering what was happening to her. She moaned from the anticipation of watching it, feeling deliciously aroused and unrepentantly wanton. It was all the urging Ari needed.

  Crawling around Zor on the massive bed and up to where Kyra lay, Ari fell onto her back next to the High Queen and opened her thighs beckoningly. “Come to me, sire. I give myself to you freely for the easing of your body.”

  With a growl, Zor lifted the Chief Priestess’s hips up off of the bed and entered her cunt in one long thrust. Ari gasped, her back arching and her breasts thrusting upward. Oblivious to anything but satiation, Zor fell onto her body, sucking her nipples as he thrust fast and hard. Ari groaned, reaching her peak quickly.

  Kyra couldn’t get over how entrancing the scene was. She watched, totally spell-bound as she propped herself up on her elbow, liquid heat pooling in her belly. Zor’s eyes were closed as he latched onto one of Ari’s jutting pink nipples and sucked frenziedly, riding her hard the entire while. The muscles in his sleek, tanned back bulged brilliantly. The ones in his buttocks clenched in a series of contract, release, contract, release.

  Ari peaked once, twice, three times more before Zor finally climaxed.

  He never let go of the nipple.

  And then Kyra knew why.

  The process was starting all over again.

  For the next twenty or more minutes, Kyra’s arousal grew heavier and more urgent as she watched Zor thrust into the Chief Priestess’s body over and over, again and again. His eyes never once opened as he drew from her nipple throughout all twenty of Ari’s climaxes, spilling himself into her two more times before he felt in control enough to take his bride gently.

  And then he stopped.

  Thanking the Chief Priestess for her generosity of body, Zor murmured his readiness to proceed with the joining. Both of them took up their prior positions, Zor on his knees between Kyra’s re-splayed thighs, Ari next to him.

  Reaching down to adjust the pillow, Ari repositioned Kyra’s aroused body, shifting her hips back up to their original po
sition, thrusting her swollen labia out prominently.

  Zor groaned. “By the goddess, I want you nee’ka.”

  The Chief Priestess ground the heel of one hand into Kyra’s mons, causing her to moan. Dipping into her puffed up flesh, she was satisfied with the amount of dew that saturated her fingers when she drew them out. She smiled wryly. “’Tis time.” Moving to Zor’s side, the Chief Priestess took his large penis in one hand and massaged his buttocks with the other. “Enter her slowly, sire. Ease the way.”

  Kyra’s nipples lengthened considerably in reaction to what she knew was about to happen. The event wasn’t lost on Zor. Taking a deep breath, his nostrils flaring, he closed his eyes briefly to rein in his appetite.

  “Do you require another suckling, sire?”

  “Nay, Ari. I will manage this time.” Zor smiled appreciatively, flicking the crest of the Chief Priestess’s puffy areola. “Though I thank you.”

  This time Kyra was glad for it. She was ready to be more than a mere observer. She wanted to participate. Shifting her hips wantonly, she groaned. “Please Zor, take me now.”

  Growling low in his throat, Zor closed his eyes and ran his fingers through his jet black hair. Droplets of perspiration appeared on his forehead again, making his hair damp. Luckily the three braids at either temple kept the silky mass from falling into his line of vision. “You are prepared to join with me, pani?”

  “Yes,” she whispered thickly.

  Zor allowed Ari to guide his shaft to the opening of his nee’ka’s heat. The Chief Priestess continued to massage his buttocks with her other hand, producing a balmy effect on his otherwise raging need. “Then join with me you will,” he gritted out.

  Thrusting a quarter of the way into her, Zor stifled an oath at the exquisite feel. He needed to spill his life-force the soonest lest he rut on Kyra like a wild animal in its heat.

  Kyra gasped, arching her hips upward for her Sacred Mate’s invasion.

  Zor grabbed her waist. “Do not, my love.” His breathing was labored and sporadic. He could feel his control slipping. “Lie still until my shaft is fully embedded within you.”

  Sensing his tentative hold on control, Kyra stilled completely. He was huge—just huge. He truly would hurt her if he didn’t keep himself in check.

  Kyra nodded her agreement, though her hold was quickly becoming just as elusive. “Please hurry,” she murmured.

  Zor moaned as he pushed his cock further into her. The sticky velvet channel was nigh unto killing him. Never had he thought to need a woman’s body like this. He had coupled with more women than he could count, enchanted slaves and bound servants alike, yet never had his control been so sorely tried.

  The veins in Zor’s neck corded tightly as he prayed to the goddess for control. Thrusting again, he embedded himself until the only part of him visible was what Ari had her hand curled around at the thick base as best she could manage.

  Kyra whimpered. Eyes wide, she searched Zor’s face. Clearly, she was beginning to feel a virgin’s fright. “There is more?” she whispered.

  “I am almost completely within your channel, my hearts.”

  “She is scared.” Ari waved a hand toward Zor. “Go no further in just yet.” Releasing his staff, the Chief Priestess turned her attention fully on Kyra. “’Twill be more bliss than you can imagine, my High Queen. Let me help prepare you.”

  Kyra gazed at her quizzically, then looked down to where she and Zor were almost fully joined. Ari used both hands to splay wide the lips of Kyra’s puffed up labia. When the Chief Priestess’ tongue first touched her clit, Kyra’s head fell back upon the pillows as she began to moan in ecstasy.

  Zor rocked back and forth within her vagina, going no further than he was already lodged. Ari’s tongue swirled and danced, licked and suckled, creating a magic that soon had Kyra’s pussy flooding with moisture.

  But the Chief Priestess didn’t stop. She kept up the pace, nibbling at Kyra’s engorged clit, then interchanging it with sucks. Kyra realized that Ari didn’t mean to stop until she peaked.

  Zor continued to rock back and forth in her tight channel, suppressing the urge to spill his life-force. “You are doing beautifully, Ari.” He reached around her backside and began to rub the Chief Priestess’ slick folds. “My nee’ka will peak the soonest.” He grunted as he relentlessly pummeled into Kyra. “Had I known what a valuable service you would be performing in this bed, I would have rewarded you with more cock before the joining.”

  Ari didn’t look up from her work to comment, but Kyra knew she was aroused by Zor’s words. She could feel the Chief Priestess’s nipples hardening against her belly. She could see Ari’s buttocks lifting in invitation to Zor’s questing fingers, like a cat wanting a petting from its master.

  Zor slipped three fingers inside of the Chief Priestess, encouraging her to ride his hand as he continued to ram into Kyra. “Take your woman’s pleasure, Ari. You have earned it well.” He rubbed the pad of a finger against her swollen clit as his three embedded fingers continued to delve deeper.

  Ari accepted the summons, riding up and down in bliss, moaning against Kyra’s clit, vibrating it.

  “Oh god,” Kyra cried out, clutching the vesha hides surrounding her. “Oh god.”

  “Do it, nee’ka,” Zor commanded. “Find your pleasure.”

  Kyra burst.

  Ari exploded.

  Zor buried himself in Kyra to the hilt. He removed his sticky fingers from Ari’s pussy and licked them clean. Swatting the Chief Priestess playfully on the rump, he grinned when she let out a yelp and flopped over onto her backside. “You have done well this moon-rising.” He ran a palm over her breast and squeezed a nipple. “I can see to the remainder on my own.”

  With an incline of her head, the form of the Chief Priestess shimmered and dissolved.

  Zor grunted in satisfaction, turning all of his attention toward his nee’ka. Fully impaled, she looked more beautiful than he could say. Zor placed his hands on either side of her head and loomed over her sated body. He made no motion to move within her, just remained still, watching her emotions play out.

  Kyra was thoroughly sated, smiling dreamily, her arms thrown over her head, her nipples jutting out devilishly. Zor grinned at the sight. “Are you ready for real pleasure, pani?”

  Kyra’s eyelids fluttered open. Zor kissed them both, then smiled down at her. “You mean there’s more?”

  He grinned. “For a certainty.”

  Kyra wrapped her legs around her husband’s waist, inviting him to show her what he had in mind. “Then by all means, don’t let me stop you,” she whispered.

  Groaning, Zor withdrew and plunged in her pussy to the hilt once more. Kyra arched her back and gasped, her legs locked tightly around her husband’s waist. Peaking instantaneously, Kyra moaned as he delivered a never-ending series of long, thick strokes. “My god,” she whimpered, “Zor, oh my god!”

  His jaw clenched, Zor kept up his relentless pace. “By the goddess,” he ground out, the veins in his neck and arms prominent, “your wee cunt welcomes me like none other’s.”

  Kyra screamed as she peaked again. Her legs still locked around Zor’s waist, she pounded her hips back at him, eagerly anticipating his thrusts. “Do I feel better than your servants?” she asked wickedly.

  “A thousand times better,” Zor growled.

  “Better than Ari?”

  “Aye,” he snarled as he ground deeper into her pussy.

  “Oh really?” Kyra prodded sinfully.

  Zor managed to forge into her cunt even further. Closing his eyes against the exquisite pleasure-pain, he hammered into Kyra’s channel until it once again flooded his cock with moisture. “Ari’s passage is a tight and tempting repast, but yours, my love, was created by the goddess to service me.” He thrust harder. “Your channel,” he ground out, “is a High King’s feast.”

  Kyra shattered around him, crying out in pleasure. “Give me everything,” she begged him, “hold back nothing from me.”
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  “Your pleasure is mine, nee’ka.”

  His nostrils flaring, his muscles tightly corded, Zor grabbed Kyra’s hips and pounded into her body with hard strokes. Over and over. Again and again. “I join you to me by the holy law,” he bit out, pummeling her cunt mercilessly. “Kyra Q’ana Tal.” Throwing his head back, he roared like a wild beast as his climax came upon him and his life-force spurted into her womb.

  The stones in Kyra’s bridal necklace pulsated rapidly. She didn’t have time to make sense of that event before a ceaseless peak overpowered her, maddening in its intensity. The stones blinked in tune with the pulsings of her climax, in tune with the throbbing of Zor’s peak. Kyra screamed, moaning in pleasure-pain from so all-consuming a release. It seemed to go on and on, unrelenting in its ferocity.

  Zor was roaring—primal, territorial. Like an animal. The climax was as shattering to him as it was to Kyra.

  When it was over, her eyelids fluttered open tentatively. She gazed up at Zor like a woman well and truly enamored with her husband. He peered down into her eyes like a man feeling the same intense emotions, a man who knew he would never hold the desire to release himself in any other channel save Kyra’s.

  Zor pulled his semi-flaccid shaft out of his nee’ka’s channel. Exhausted, he fell down beside her on the bed, then pulled Kyra on top of his chest and bade her to rest her body there.

  Neither of them was anywhere near ready to divulge to the other just how strongly their emotions had meshed in the joining. The new sensations were overwhelming to them both.

  Saying nothing, the High King and High Queen of Tryston fell asleep in each other’s embrace.

  Chapter 13

  Kyra woke up an hour later still stretched out on Zor’s chest. She sat up on her elbows, studying his face. Sound asleep, he looked so innocent. Not at all like a man who had taken his pleasures with two slaves, a priestess, and a bride all within two hours time.