by Jaid Black
Grinning, she shook her head. It still amazed her that she, Kyra the sedate tax accountant, had been brought to climax so many times and in so many ways in the past few days. She felt like a new woman. A provocatively wanton woman.
Deciding to explore the bedchamber of the royal apartments while Zor slept, Kyra drew herself up off of him and dropped to the floor. The cool red crystal felt wonderful against the soles of her feet.
Looking around, the first thing she noticed was that the bedchamber was gigantic. It was bigger than the whole of the house she had lived in on earth. Off to one side was a private bathing chamber. Kyra could easily make out the silvery waters lapping hypnotically against the walls of the red crystal pool. They looked inviting. She knew she would be bathing come morning.
Next to the pool were lounging cots made out of some sort of dark vesha hide. Why they were there when the bed was just across the room, she had no idea.
On the far side of the chamber a huge storage facility was carved out of the red crystal, housing Kyra’s qi’kas and Zor’s warrior attire. There were also chests of precious jewels and raw materials inside of it.
In another corner of the chamber, what looked to be a mini-kitchen was carved out of the red crystal structure. Walking over to examine it, it turned out to be a refrigeration unit storing bottles of vintage matpow. The sheer look of the ornately jeweled bottles indicated their worth—expensive.
The best part of the chamber, however, was without a doubt the massive harem-esque bed she had been taken on an hour past, the very one Zor was sleeping contentedly upon now. It was raised a great length off of the floor, no doubt to compensate for a warrior’s superior height. Black, soft as sin vesha hides were used to sleep on and to snuggle up with. Pillows fashioned of a material softer than silk and crafted from every hue on Tryston were scattered about. Large, sparkling jewels were embedded within the red crystal foundation. It was a magnificent sight.
Almost as magnificent as the barbarian sprawled negligently within in. Grinning, Kyra was about to join Zor, waking him up in a most pleasant way, when a beam of shimmering lavender light caught her eye. Mesmerized, she slowly turned on her heel and walked toward a set of doors that opened up onto a balcony.
Stepping through the doors, Kyra caught her breath as she made her way out onto a balcony carved of black crystal. The light was coming from one of Tryston’s moons. A lavender moon. It was more beautiful than—
“Who is next?”
Kyra’s gaze trailed from where the moon loomed in the sky down to the floor below where a warrior was engaged in lusty play with five naked servants. Squinting her eyes a bit, she realized the lazily reclining warrior was none other than Jek, the warrior who had orally brought her to climax at the consummation feast. Tia and Jik’s heir.
“I’m next!” One of the busty servants giggled shamelessly as she impaled herself on Jek’s cock and groaned. Kyra felt as though she shouldn’t be watching, but couldn’t seem to stop herself. It was as if an entire new world of pleasure and desire had been opened up to her this past day and she wanted to learn and to savor all of it.
“I can take on more than just one,” Jek boasted. “What other wench wishes for their pleasure?”
A giggling blonde with mammoth breasts impaled herself on the fingers of Jek’s left hand. A brunette with equally impressive endowments embedded his other hand within her. A third servant sat on his face, her hips writhing as Jek apparently suckled her clit and hole. The original servant was still riding up and down on his shaft, moaning in pleasure.
Yep, the kid had talent.
Apparently in spades. The fifth one laughed as she managed to find a way to pleasure herself on one of Jek’s feet. Calling an evident friend over to join in on the fun, a sixth bound servant ran from the shadows, her breasts bobbing up and down, and found her ecstasy on Jek’s other foot.
The erotic scene was making Kyra wet.
Women were attached to every protrusion Jek could claim, writhing and moaning, climaxing over and over again.
Kyra gasped as her body was picked up and she was impaled from behind on a stiff erection. Moaning with arousal, she flung her head back against Zor’s chest.
Zor grabbed Kyra’s hips, effortlessly gliding her cunt up and down on his staff. “Open your eyes, my wee love,” he whispered hoarsely. “Open your eyes and watch the servants reach their woman’s joy.”
Kyra gasped. Zor was choosing to move her up and down his erection slowly, torturously. Opening her eyes, she peered down at the women below, watching through glazed over eyes as they moaned and writhed, impaling themselves wantonly on every part of Jek’s body. Between the sight of such hedonistic pleasures, the slow coupling Zor was giving her, and the tugging one of his hands was giving to her nipples, Kyra felt trapped in a haze of seductive need.
“You are so tight and hot, pani.” Zor groaned softly as Kyra continued to milk his cock with her sticky heat. “You love to watch, don’t you?” At her moan, he tweaked the swollen buds of her breasts. “Aye, I know it. You enjoyed it when I coupled with Ari, did you not?”
“Y-Yes,” she admitted breathlessly, licking her lips. “I loved every wicked moment of it.”
Zor groaned, rotating his hips in such a way that Kyra gasped. “You are so passionate, nee’ka.” He picked up the pace of her impaling a scarce fraction, yet it was enough to cause her to moan again. “I am almost sorry that I can no longer desire to spill my life-force in any other channel but yours. Just to see your arousal…”
The scene below was building to a crescendo. Kyra cried out in reaction.
“Do you remember the servant of ample charms who pillowed my head with her breasts at the consummation feast?”
“Yes.”
Zor’s hips rotated again. Kyra moaned.
“She was a favored of mine before we mated. I fucked her every night.”
“Oh.” The word came out breathlessly, aroused. The image of Zor coupling with another woman no longer bothered her the way it had before Ari, at least not in fantasy. Now it turned her on.
“And more importantly, there was Muta, the blue Kefa.” Zor grunted as he squeezed Kyra’s nipples and summoned the pace of their joining to pick up. “My pet name for her was the suckler.” He rotated his hips. “She brought me to climax five to six times every moon-rising without fail.” At Kyra’s moan, he continued relentlessly. “Many a moon-rising did I summon them both to my chambers, hour after hour of fucking.”
“Oh god.”
Zor brought the pace of the mating to a frenzy, inducing Kyra to peak on the balcony. She cried out.
The lusty group below was still going at it, though the servants had now switched positions, each of them taking their turn on Jek’s erection.
“Would you like one of my playthings to join us at bath some morn, nee’ka?” Zor whispered seductive enticements into the whorl of Kyra’s ear as he continued to pound into her from behind. “Would you like to watch Muta suckle my staff whilst Myn the servant attends to my man sac?”
Kyra climaxed violently, an act that almost caused Zor’s erection to be milked of its seed. “Would you like to watch them bring me to my man’s pleasure, my hearts?”
“Y-Yes,” Kyra admitted on the rush of a third orgasm. “Yes. Oh god. Oh yes.”
Zor shifted his hips and pummeled her cunt mercilessly as he stumbled with her from the balcony and back to their bed. Without removing himself from her snug channel, he splayed Kyra on all fours, still standing to his full height as he thrust into her mercilessly from behind. “Do you wish for me to summon them on the morrow, nee’ka? Do you desire to watch your Sacred Mate suckle plump blue nipples and taste the pink charms between Myn’s thighs?”
Kyra met his thrusts, climaxing for the fourth time. “Zor.”
“Tell me,” he gritted out, the never-ending pounding driving her to her fifth orgasm. “Name your desires, wee one.”
“Yes,” she groaned, all but sobbing from the overwhelming plea
sure. “I want them at our bath. I want to watch them suckle you and you them.”
Every muscle in Zor’s body grew taut. The images in his mind were vivid. The feel of Kyra’s sixth climax was gut-wrenchingly intoxicating. The pull of her sticky pussy was enchanting. “Then on the morrow, ‘tis what you shall get.” Groaning, he rode Kyra hard.
Rotating his hips, Zor slammed into her a few more times before giving himself up to the pleasure-pain and spurting his life-force into her womb. The stones in the bridal necklace pulsed. His climax intensified, making him roar.
Kyra screamed, bucking beneath her husband as wave after wave after wave of intense, painful pleasure bore down on her. She shuddered and pulsed as orgasm after orgasm ripped through her belly.
Replete, Kyra moaned as she fell face first onto the bed. Breathing deeply, she closed her eyes.
Zor spanked her playfully on the rear. “Do you mean to forsake your duties, wench?”
Kyra’s eyes stayed shut as a lazy smile stole over her features. “What do you mean?”
Zor didn’t answer her. He showed her instead. Pulling Kyra back up on all fours, he entered her again from behind and thrust wickedly.
Kyra groaned. She decided not to complain.
* * * * *
Kyra awoke the next morning to the sounds of Tia’s laughter.
“I see you pleasured her thoroughly, cousin,” an amused male voice proclaimed, “her cunt is swollen and she sleeps the rest of the dead.”
Zor chuckled. Kyra felt his fingertips brush possessively over her vaginal lips. “Aye. I coupled with her five more times after the Chief Priestess departed. The High Queen is no doubt replete,” he boasted.
Laughter sounded throughout the bedchamber. “Are you certain we should awaken her for bath?” Tia asked, lowering her tone. “She looks exhausted.”
Kyra didn’t give Zor time to answer that. Her eyelids fluttered open, then squinted shut a fraction as she tried to adjust her vision to the new day’s light. “Good morn, sleepy one,” Zor mused.
Kyra smiled gently up to him. Taking in a deep breath, she took note of her surroundings. She was still in her bed with Zor, both of them naked, but Jik and Tia were here for reasons she couldn’t understand.
Kyra was sprawled out on the vesha hides with no covering, one arm thrown over her head and one leg bent at the knee, giving a thorough view of her puffed up vagina to her friend and Zor’s cousin. Alarmed, but hoping to come off as nonchalant, she smiled up at Jik and Tia, making a move to close her legs from their line of vision.
Apparently oblivious to the awkwardness she was feeling, Zor continued to stroke her pussy lips in front of them even after she attempted to close her legs. Her thighs remained splayed. “Hi. What are you two doing here?”
Jik smiled warmly down to Kyra, his eyes flicking appreciatively over her body, over her cunt. “Zor has invited us to bath, my High Queen. I hope that is to your liking?”
Kyra smiled in return, studying his handsome face. “Of course. And please call me Kyra.”
Jik nodded.
“’Tis an honor you give us,” Tia exclaimed brightly, grinning down to Kyra. “Thank-you for inviting us to be the first mated couple to bathe with you and the High King.”
“You’re very welcome.” Kyra wasn’t certain how she’d honored them, but she mentally shrugged, deciding to go along with it.
Zor cleared his throat. “You and your nee’ka start without us. We will join you the soonest, cousin.”
Jik inclined his head, took Tia by the arm, and led her toward the other side of the massive bedchamber.
Once they were out of earshot, Zor turned back to Kyra, noting at once that she was studying him with a questioning expression on her face. “Aye?” he asked rather gruffly, afraid he knew what she was thinking.
“I thought…” Kyra bit her lip, indecisive over whether or not to pursue the issue or question her good fortune.
“Aye?”
“I thought you were inviting Muta and Myn to bathe with us this morning.”
Zor sighed. To Kyra’s bewilderment, his face was actually flushed with what on most people would be called embarrassment. “Nee’ka…” He sighed again, then shook his head.
Kyra sat straight up. She rubbed her hand soothingly across his back. “What is it?” she whispered.
“Kyra,” he began again, “Trystonni warriors are not like men from your earth, I would imagine.” At her raised eyebrow, he took a deep breath and plowed onward. “Once joined, we haven’t the desire to seek out the charms of other females.” He slashed his hand through the air. “I admit that between the excitement of the consummation feast, the frenzy of the joining, and so on, that I became o’er excited mayhap, but I…” He sighed, groaning comically.
Kyra bit her lip to keep from laughing outright. Placing a kiss on Zor’s shoulder, she let him off the hook. “Actually, I’m glad you feel this way.”
His head shot up. “You are?”
She nodded. “I think I was caught up in the fantasy of it all, too.” Kyra smoothed his hair back from off of his shoulders. “But now that I’m awake, those fantasies you whispered to me last night don’t sound terribly exciting. They sound heartbreaking.”
Zor grinned, completely relieved. “So you don’t want to watch me suckle another woman?”
“No!” Kyra scowled, slapping him playfully on the back. He laughed. “In fact, I want Muta and Myn nowhere near you ever again.”
“For a certainty?”
“I’m being serious, Zor.” Kyra bit her lip. “I don’t want them around,” she admitted in a small voice.
Zor nodded, pleased by her possessiveness. ‘Twas the way it was supposed to be between true mates. “’Tis done.” He leaned down and kissed her sweetly on the lips. “Besides,” he mused, “Tryston is a lusty place. There will be many an opportunity for you to indulge in your love of watching others without the other being me.”
Kyra giggled. “You make me sound like a pervert.”
Zor placed a hand over his hearts in mock hurt. “Never, my love.” Grinning, he kissed her again. “So we are agreed. Neither of us, with the exception of the gentling and whilst attending consummation feasts—which I’m thankful are a rarity now that I’m mated—will touch another. And never, under any circumstances, would we join with another. Aye?”
“Yes,” Kyra eagerly agreed, very much relieved. She thought to ask him more about what this gentling business was, for Tia had mentioned it as well, but found herself distracted by his grin. She jumped up and kissed him soundly on the lips. “But what about at baths? I thought the Kefas…”
“That cannot be helped,” Zor interrupted, shaking his head. “You know that, pani. But just because Kefas can do naught else but to bring pleasure to the one they bathe, ‘tis not of necessity to touch them back.”
“And you will not use Muta?”
“Aye, ‘tis a vow between Sacred Mates. I will not use Muta.” Zor waved a hand dismissively. “I will give her to one of my brothers, or as a gift to a favored king or lord mayhap.”
After a long moment, Kyra nodded her acceptance of their pact. “All right. I can accept that.”
Zor rubbed her thigh, appreciative of their understanding. “Good. Now let us have bath with our friends, then enjoy a morning repast.”
“I am a bit hungry.”
Zor cradled Kyra in his arms, standing up to walk her to the bathing pool. “Afterwards, I thought to show you more of Sand City.”
Kyra squealed excitedly, causing Zor to laugh. “Can we take a floating carriage?”
“Your pleasure is mine, nee’ka.”
Chapter 14
Kyra had to admit that bathing with others really did help strengthen the bond you felt with them. Of course, that was probably because it was hard to feel shy in front of people you watched climax, or people that watched you climax. She still couldn’t believe she’d been so uninhibited during their bath.
When the Kefas had sought to mas
sage between her thighs, Kyra had opened her legs wide and enjoyed it, not caring that Jik and Tia were there, or that Jik was hard with arousal from watching her. Indeed, she and Zor had enjoyed witnessing the Kefas do the same to Tia. Zor had placed Kyra’s hand over his erection and bade her to masturbate him while Tia thrashed about and moaned, peaking violently.
And then Kyra had discovered what the soft reclining cots next to the bathing pool were for. Neither of the warriors could wait to take their Sacred Mates to a bed. Instead, they had taken their women well and thoroughly, pleasuring them at poolside.
Afterwards, the foursome had breakfasted together in the bedchamber on pelts of vesha hides. Still naked, they had laughed and eaten and had engaged in a great conversation. Nothing had embarrassed Kyra. Nothing had shocked her. Not even Zor’s continual lazy strokes of possession between her thighs.
Kyra shook her head and grinned. She still couldn’t get over how drastically her life had altered.
Standing in front of a holographic mirror, she donned the gold qi’ka Zor had asked her to wear, stating it was time for her to interchange the colors of what she wore daily. At official functions, Kyra would continue to don black, but every other day she would wear a qi’ka of varying color out of respect for Tryston’s many clans. Today was for gold.
The gold qi’ka was much more sheer than the ones she’d been sporting up until this point. There would be no doubt for anyone just how large her areolas were or what color the pelt of hair between her legs was. Kyra well and truly may as well have been naked.
The bridal necklace was fully empathic to Zor now, conveying and conducting his wishes and desires to Kyra at every turn. She thought it a little bold, since he wasn’t wearing anything that conveyed her wishes to him, but since they’d already been down that road and she had lost the fight, she decided not to give it any more thought.
She took one last glance at herself in the holographic mirror, then turned on her heel and left the bedchamber. The pace she set was a brisk one. She was giddy with excitement over the prospect of seeing more of Sand City.
