Twice Upon a Time

by Olivia Cunning

  Is he with Farima just to cover up his relationship with Ashar?”

  “That doesn’t make any sense. Maybe if just Ashar were having sex with her, but they both are. Talk about oversexed. I’m surprised the woman can walk.” Lara laughed. “She knows how to get what she wants. Everyone is fal ing all over themselves to please her.”

  “Is that why you want to stay here forever?” Reece asked.

  Lara shook her head. “This bed is a bit too crowded for my tastes. I prefer it this way. Just the two of us.”

  “But you’ll suffer through this marathon sex with multiple partners for Farima’s sake?”

  Lara chuckled. “If I must. I wouldn’t want to change history or anything.”

  “And it has nothing to do with her husband’s monster cock?” Did Lara detect a hint of envy there? She hugged Reece with both arms. “I like yours better. His is waaay too big. Yours is only much too big.” She knew a man in need of a stroked ego when she saw one.

  “So it was painful?” he asked. “Are you hurt?”

  She shook her head. “Not really. I’m a bit tender because he’s so rough, but I don’t think it’s been painful for Farima since their first time together. She’s hiding that from her husband so she can keep Nasir.”

  Reece chuckled and shook his head in disbelief. “Our princess is spoiled, isn’t she?”

  “Not as much as I am.” She kissed the tip of his nose. “I get you. The real you. Al to myself.”

  He smiled and kissed her tenderly. “For that, I’m going to teach Farima’s husband how to fuck her properly. Sheesh. He looked like he was trying to hammer a stake into you.”

  “If Ashar doesn’t think he needs Nasir to please his wife for him anymore, will he send him away?”

  “I doubt it. Did you see how happy it made him to share his lover with you?”

  “His lover…” Lara’s eyes widened. “Are you going to have sex with Ashar?” Reece shook his head. “No. No way. No chance in hell. While I’m in this nutless body, its only preoccupation is with you. If Nasir wants to bone Ashar in my absence, and for fuck’s sake he does, that’s his business.”

  “Oh,” she said, feeling somewhat disappointed and not sure why. She was going to blame Farima for that feeling, since it had no business in her head. Why would she want to watch Reece get it on with that sexy hunk of a governor? She wouldn’t. Though watching them kiss had been pretty hot. A bit unexpected, but hot.

  “You want me to?” he asked with a stunned expression.

  “Of course not,” she said. “Not if it makes you uncomfortable.”

  “It definitely makes me uncomfortable.”

  “Then concentrate on our oversexed, spoiled-rotten princess.” His slow, steady strokes became harder and faster. “That I can handle. Just keep looking like you, if you would please.”

  Chapter Ten

  Reece held a sleeping Lara in his arms when Ashar returned to the room. Ashar removed his clothes, which made Reece cringe inwardly, but the man he currently possessed had a different reaction to Ashar’s naked body. Nasir’s ass tightened with need as he thought about being held face down and fucked. Ashar climbed into bed beside Reece and he forced himself not to tense as the powerfully built man moved up against him.

  “How is your wound?” Ashar asked, his commanding voice somehow gentle. His finger traced a trail just below the row of stitches on Reece’s chest. He kissed his col arbone which sent conflicting feelings of heebie-jeebieness and tenderness through the body controlled by two very different men.

  “It will heal,” Reece said.

  Lara sighed in her sleep and her fingers clenched against Reece’s belly.

  “I should have never left,” Ashar said. “Roxelana doesn’t dare defy me, but when I am absent she forgets her place.”

  “Why not just send her away?” Reece asked.

  “It will make me look weak. As if I have no control over my household.” Ashar shifted his hand to Lara’s hair and stroked it tenderly. Reece knew the man saw his wife, Farima, when he gazed at Lara like that, but it didn’t make it any easier to watch him touch her. “Did you please her well?”

  “I believe so.” Reece hesitated for a moment, watching the attractive man beside him caress the silky skin of Lara’s back. Farima’s back. He mustn’t let himself forget that or he’d go mad with jealousy. “Why do you drive your cock into her delicate body so forcefully?”

  Ashar lifted an eyebrow at him. “You never complain when I drive it into you, Nasir.” Reece recognized that predatory look on Ashar’s face for what it was, but he was not going to succumb to the man. He had no interest in experiencing what it was like to be the bottom in a homosexual experience, thankyouverymuch.

  “Yes, I like it,” Reece forced himself to say, “but Farima is a woman. She needs a more delicate hand.” Was he really going to give this guy pointers on how to fuck his woman properly? Reece didn’t even know what Farima liked. But Nasir did…

  “You offer her the delicate hand I cannot,” Ashar said. “Or have you grown weary of pleasing her for me?”

  Reece shook his head. “No, I will never grow weary of pleasing her. I love her.”

  “You do?”

  Reece nodded. “Yes. I would do anything for her.” That wasn’t a lie. “She told me that it does not hurt much when you possess her. You are just a bit too rough. If you’d try a different position and be gentler…”

  “I can’t come when I’m gentle, Nasir. You know that. And my reason for keeping her in my bed every night is to get her with child not please her. That is a duty for you and Maisha.”

  Was he serious? His only reason for making love to this amazing woman was to impregnate her? “You don’t love her?”

  “Yes, I love her. But I love you more.”

  When he shifted to try to claim Reece’s mouth in a kiss, Reece ducked his head and clutched his chest if his stitches were bothering him. As much fun as he’d been having on this leap when he and Lara had been alone together, he was one hundred percent ready for Carl to show up and get him out of this uncomfortable situation.

  “Maybe if we try some new things, you’ll be able to come without hurting me,” Lara said to Ashar. Reece hadn’t realized she was awake.

  “We can try,” Ashar said. “Nasir is weak from his injury. I do not think he will last through our usual five sessions.”

  Five sessions? Holy fuck, who the hel was this guy? And how could Farima not already pregnant with sextuplets? Or maybe the five sessions was the problem. How many sperm cel s could one man make in a day?

  “Perhaps you should allow her to ride you,” Reece said. How about day after tomorrow when we’ve moved on to our next leap? he wanted to add.

  “You know she gets frustrated when she can’t make me come,” Ashar said.

  “Can she make you come face to face?”

  Ashar shook his head.

  “Standing?”

  “We’ve tried every position. I only come quickly when I take her from behind. Just as I take you,” Ashar said.

  This time when he grabbed Nasir for a passionate kiss, Reece didn’t see it coming and was unable to avoid it. It seemed the guy was much more interested in getting it on with his eunuch than his wife.

  “You don’t need to come quickly,” Lara said, wrapping an arm around Ashar’s neck and saving Reece from further tongue kisses. Ashar was going to figure out something was up when he discovered Reece was in no way sexually excited. “I would like to see how long you can last if you try not to come.” Reverse psychology? Did that work on bal s?

  “But wife, I need to fil your body with as much of my seed as possible.” Lara’s eyes darted to Reece’s as if he might save her from being subjected to multiple doses of this guy’s seed.

  “If it takes you longer to find release, you should produce more than usual,” Reece said, hoping the guy would fall for it.

  “I will?”

  Reece nodded. Lara nodded as well. The governor shrugged. �
�I guess it is worth trying. We’ve been engaging like this every night since we wed two weeks ago and she still isn’t with child.”

  Only two weeks? How quickly did expect to get her pregnant?

  “When did I last have my menses?” Lara asked.

  “We wed the day after it ended,” Ashar said. “You know that.”

  “Yes, how could I have forgotten?” Lara said. “How do you know I’m not already pregnant?”

  “I will know when my child is conceived,” Ashar said with conviction. “I always know.”

  “How many children do you have?” Lara asked.

  “Seventeen. But yours will be the most important. The most cherished. And a male child. I need an heir.” Ashar rol ed onto his back. “We will try this Nasir’s way tonight, my love. Make me hard.”

  Reece’s entire body tensed when Lara slid down Ashar’s body, her mouth seeking his semi-erect cock. He breathed an audible sigh of relief when Farima’s consciousness took over and his beautiful Lara went into hiding. It had been hard enough for him to watch Ashar fuck Lara, Reece wouldn’t have been able to stand watching her suck some other man’s cock, even if it wasn’t really her body that was involved. Reece felt himself losing his grip on consciousness as Nasir decided to take the upper hand.

  Reece became an observer and instead of control ing what Nasir did and said, he could only watch and feel.

  Farima’s timid mouth was slowly gaining a response from Ashar’s cock. It rose marginal y until Nasir grasped the base in a firm grip and it leapt with excitement. Nasir stroked the shaft while Farima sucked the head.

  “He needs a firmer touch, Farima. You must suck harder.”

  “Nasir,” Ashar murmured. “You do it. You know how I like it.”

  “She must learn to please you.”

  Nasir’s grip tightened over Ashar’s shaft, the loose skin shifting beneath his hand with each rigorous pump. He lowered his mouth to Ashar’s bel y, sucking and biting a trail up his chest. Ashar’s breath immediately quickened with excitement. His cock was fully hard in Nasir’s hand now. They’d been lovers since their adolescent years. Nasir knew how to excite Ashar like no other. The governor liked it rough. That is why his lover preferred the touch of a man.

  “Ride him now, Farima,” Nasir instructed.

  The beautiful princess who’d stolen his heart moved to straddle Ashar’s hips. He watched her struggle to accept Ashar into her body and realized she was not yet excited enough to ease his possession. Nasir shifted his mouth from Ashar’s chest to Farima’s shaved mound. He suckled her gently until her juices began to flow more freely and she sank slowly down Ashar’s cock.

  Nasir’s hand continued to stroke the base of Ashar’s cock while Farima rode it hesitantly, taking little more than half of it into her body.

  “Oh, that feels good,” she purred, her head tilting back, long black hair flowing around her gorgeous body with the sensual movements of her body.

  Thick, but not deep. Nasir took note of what gave Farima pleasure. He had to help Ashar find what he liked, too, so they could find bliss together. Nasir had an idea, but he wasn’t sure if either of his lovers would enjoy what he had in mind. He shifted and poised his hard cock over Ashar’s trembling lips. He thrust down into Ashar’s throat.

  This was nothing new for them. Ashar went stil , opening his throat to Nasir’s gentle thrusts. When Nasir was certain his cock was coated with saliva he moved between Ashar’s legs and curled his body up against Farima’s back. His hands covered her breasts and he moved with her, rising and lowering as she rode her husband, who was Nasir’s first love, but not his most precious. Farima filled that role.

  “Take me,” Ashar demanded. “Do it, Nasir.”

  That, too, was not new between them. Nasir had fucked Ashar almost as many times as Ashar had reciprocated, but that was not what he’d moved behind Farima to do.

  “Not you, Ashar,” Nasir said. “Her.”

  When the head of his cock breached her back entrance, she gasped and paused.

  “What? What are you doing, Nasir?”

  He pressed upward, taking her deeper.

  Ashar swore under his breath. “I feel you, Nasir. Rub against me,” he gasped.

  “Inside of her.”

  Nasir pulled back several inches and both of his lovers sputtered with excitement.

  Farima sank down to accept both cocks deeper into her body. Nasir helped her ride them. She never took them very deep, but she rose and fel over them faster and faster until Nasir was convinced he would die if he didn’t find release soon.

  “Help her come, Ashar,” Nasir said as he watched the bliss build on Ashar’s gorgeous face.

  “H-how?” he gasped. “Oh, I’m going to explode. Soon. Soon.” Nasir took Ashar’s hand and directed it to Farima’s clit. “Stroke her there. Not too hard, but firmly and rapidly.”

  Ashar obeyed. His gaze moved to Farima’s face to watch her find pleasure in his body. He seemed a bit surprised that he was capable pleasing her. That she enjoyed his touch. Found bliss while his cock was filling her.

  Farima’s body buckled as she claimed her orgasm. Ashar and Nasir fol owed her to nirvana in rapid succession.

  When their breathing began to settle and their sweaty bodies were melded together in a tangle of limbs, Ashar kissed his wife passionately. “I have never had such an intense orgasm before and have never come while a woman was in charge of the joining. You are amazing, my princess.”

  Nasir chuckled. He’d done most of the work.

  “Ashar,” Farima said, “does it bother you that I love Nasir?”

  “Of course not. I also love him.”

  “But you’ve known him for years. I’ve only known him for months.”

  “Did you love him before we al became lovers?” Ashar asked.

  Farima nodded. “I loved him the moment I first laid eyes on him. I thought he was to be my husband when he arrived at my father’s court and asked for my hand. I did not realize he was an envoy sent in your steed. I was so disappointed when I learned he was not to be mine.”

  “He is yours,” Ashar said. “And mine.”

  Nasir smiled gently, his body rapidly succumbing to exhaustion.

  “I thought you would be upset that I wanted Nasir for my husband.”

  “Do you stil ?” Ashar asked.

  She laughed, the gentle sound warming Nasir’s heart. “I like this arrangement,” she said.

  “As do I,” Nasir said. He could not provide for Farima the way Ashar could. Could not give her a family or a home or a name. He accepted his role in life and, as far as roles went, a eunuch couldn’t really ask for more than he had.

  “I am also grateful that you allowed Maisha to come with me from my father’s home,” Farima said. “She has brought me much comfort. I wish to ask something of you on her behalf. I wish to ask for her freedom.”

  “How did you know she was incarcerated?” Ashar asked. “I never told you.”

  “Incarcerated? What? Why?”

  “I know you are fond of her, my love, but I’m afraid she will have to be executed.” Chapter Eleven

  Lara had been riding on Farima’s euphoric tranquility until Ashar’s words sank in.

  Executed? What did he mean? Certainly not what she thought he meant.

  “Did I miss something?” Reece asked.

  “She has been the one instigating the dissention among my harem,” Ashar said.

  “They were never troublesome before she joined the household.”

  “No,” Lara croaked. “Maisha would never…” Her eyes burned and throat constricted.

  “Roxelana has always been trouble,” Nasir said. “She is jealous of me. Of every wife you’ve bedded. Of every child you’ve sired. And she’s especially jealous of Farima, because she is the first wife you’ve actually had feelings for.” Ashar shook his head. “Maisha admitted that she was the one who encouraged Farima to flee. And told you to go after her. As soon as you were beyond the security
of the palace, she told the guard that you’d kidnapped Farima so you would be prosecuted.”

  “What?” Lara sputtered.

  “She does not like that her princess’s body has been soiled by that of a lowly eunuch,” Ashar said.

  “That doesn’t make any sense,” Reece said. “She is the one who told me to bathe Farima and prepare her for your arrival. She even suggested that the princess was tense and that an orgasm would relax her. If she didn’t want me to soil her princess’s body, why would she encourage me to touch her?”

  Ashar’s harsh glare could have frozen lava. “She told me that she despises you, Nasir. She wants you dead. Not her princess. You.”

  “But all of the attacks have been against Farima, not me.”

  “Then how is it you are injured, and my wife hasn’t a scratch on her?”

  “Because I was there to protect her.”

  “Maybe you should have been more concerned with protecting yourself,” Ashar said.

  “Ashar,” Lara said. “Where is Maisha? I would like to speak to her.”

  “I do not think that is wise, Farima. She has already confessed to her crimes.”

  “I might believe that she tried to get Nasir in trouble, but what of the assassination attempts. A man tried to stab me yesterday. This morning another tried to poison me.”

  “When did you become so free with your tongue, wife? Are you questioning my decision?”

  “Yes. Yes, I am! Maisha should not be charged with another’s crimes.”

  “I agree,” Reece said. “Putting me in danger is one thing. Putting her princess in danger is quite another. I do not think Maisha was responsible for the attempts on Farima’s life.”

  Ashar pursed his lips together. “I do not wish to look as though I have lost control of my household,” he said.

  “So the only reason you want Maisha to take the blame is so you don’t look foolish?” Lara was beyond exasperated with the governor.

  “If things continue to deteriorate, I will reevaluate my position in this matter.”

  “So if I am killed, you’ll admit that someone from your household, not mine, is responsible for my death.”