Courting Kel (5 page)

“Except for the orgies, yes. I wish… You’d enjoy the
orgies.”

Laughing, Amazonia’s queen bade him goodnight.

* * * * *

The Princesses’ Palace

“I suppose I should call you Prince Aren or Highness,” Kel
said, taking off her cloak and looking around for some place to hang it.

“Aren will do. Put it on the bench. Drew will put the cloak
away.”

“Your home has no closets?” From under her eyelashes she
watched him strip and then don his robe. His cock stirred but quickly subsided.

“We haven’t many clothes.” Taking her hand, he led her to
the bedroom.

“I’ll not mate with you again, Aren. Not until you’ve
courted me.” Frowning, she added, “How long a courtship shall we have?”

“As long as it takes for me to woo you to my bed. Vid on.”

An enormous screen flashed to life. It appeared to have a
kind of grid, with images of different… “Bedrooms?” Kel almost choked on the
word.

“Yes. Thirty-nine of forty. Blank two,” he commanded and
that grid went dark. “Our rooms are also hidden. Not that anyone can see from
the other bedrooms.” He shrugged. “Tage knows about the screens, of course.
Even so, I doubt he’d like our seeing him fuck his princesses.”

“You…” She moistened her dry lips. “You intend to watch the
others mate?”

“We will watch, Flame.” Leading her to a chaise wide enough
for vigorous sexual activities, he sat then pulled her onto his lap. His shaft
responded to her warm ass squirming against it.

“I don’t want to watch.”

“It is part of courtship. Either we watch or you acknowledge
our marriage. We’ll have our public ceremony and fucking in a month. Private
fuckings will continue. Beginning tonight.”

Slanting him a measuring look, she said, “Voyeurism is an
unfortunate aspect of both our cultures.”

“Yes. I’ve never understood watching when I could do.”

She looked down then up again. “How did Storr learn my
name?”

“I told him. As I introduced you.”

“You didn’t say my name until after he did.”

“Then Tage told him. No matter,” Aren insisted, shifting Kel
to his side and keeping one arm around her. “Courtship or bed?”

She heaved a sigh. “Courtship. But no touching.” She inched
away.

He snuggled her closer. “Touching is part of courtship.
Which of the rooms shall we watch first?”

“I don’t care.” Crossing her arms beneath her breasts, she
closed her eyes.

“If you don’t watch, I’ll…”

His voice held enough menace to pop Kel’s eyes open. “If you
touch me in anger, I’ll geld you.” Yet she doubted he would harm her. He seemed
the kind of man who would not resort to violence. But as a way to control Kel,
it served its purpose.

“One day you may force me to actually do that. Enlarge room
three.”

Kel could barely make out the three figures on the bed, they
were so entwined. “Wh-what are they doing to her?”

“Sound on.”

The groans and moans almost drowned out the sound of flesh
slapping flesh. “Harder. Faster,” the woman begged. “Fuck me harder. Both of
you. Yessss!”

Kel clapped her hands over her ears.

“Kel,” Aren threatened, his soft voice against her hand more
menacing than Storr’s shouts.

“This is too much.” Kel lowered her hands.

“It appears one is fucking her ass, the other her cunt. She
seems to enjoy it.”

Kel groaned.

“When Tage has recovered completely we could have a ménage.”

Open-mouthed, Kel stared at him. “You’d share me?”

“Only for ass fucking. Your cunt—since you gave me your
virginity, your cunt—”

“Belongs to you?” she squeaked. “And I didn’t give you my
virginity. You took it! Sort of. Mostly. Since I really had no choice.”

Easing his hand over her hip, he laughed. “Let’s see if we
can find the beginning of an encounter. Scan.” Several rooms flashed by before
Aren said, “Hold.”

Kel couldn’t look away. The men were naked. The woman bared
her breasts to caress her own nipples.

“We could help you, Princess,” one of the men on the
vidscreen said.

“Ooooo, please do.”

While one plucked and suckled, the other stripped off her
gown then knelt between her legs. Reaching down, the woman grasped their cocks
and the three stumbled to the bed.

“Sc-scan,” Kel said, but the vid remained steady. By all the
gods, her nipples hardened and her juices moistened her labia. Her clit felt
swollen and needy. She yearned to have Aren’s tongue lapping her pussy. To feel
his fingers plucking her nipples. Her breathing constricted and her heartbeat
sped.

When Aren touched her nipples she mewed and turned her head
for his kiss.

“You want what she’s having,” he murmured, stroking her
areolas.

“Yesss.”

“I want to give you everything they’re giving her. But
first…” Shifting her onto his lap, he eased the sheer gown off her shoulders.

That she refused to acknowledge their marriage had surprised
him. More than that, it hurt his pride. As they had eaten with Storr, Aren had
fought to keep his feelings—his resentment—hidden. Now he was glad he’d done
so. Kel might think she knew everything about fucking but she didn’t. And she
knew even less about Ondrican courtships. He’d seduce her with her own desire.
She’d rush to his bed, a willing participant in fucking.

“Suck me.”

“Not yet.” Cupping her breasts, he massaged them and noticed
her nipples tighten. Knowing the rigid peaks must ache, he stroked them gently.
“Straddle me.”

Without even looking at him, she obeyed.

As if rewarding her, he resumed stroking her nipples. She
mewled, arching into his hands and questing fingers. Shifted her hips so his
shaft rode between her moist nether lips.

He moved her to his side. If he had to suffer not being
buried to his balls inside her hot cunt, she’d suffer with him. “Courtship,” he
reminded himself and Kel.

She rubbed her sex against his thigh and hummed.

“Stop it.” Blast it! If she didn’t stop he’d cream all over
her or fuck her here and now. Without her verbal consent—a critical part of
courtship.

“Why? It feels good.”

“I know…but it’s against the rules of courtship. The man
guides every stage. The woman stays still.” As lies went it was enormous but
one she’d never know.

She narrowed her eyes and huffed a sigh. “I’ll try to hold
still. But I won’t promise. Ahhhh. Pinching feels good too. Sucking would…oh
Aren. I think I can’t hold still.”

He plucked and pinched and stroked. Felt her juices seep
along his thigh as she climaxed. Dint of will kept him from rolling her to her
back and taking her, hard and fast and deep.

“Your breasts are so sensitive, I think I could make you
come like this.” He caught her fists inches from his chin. “I know your warrior
instincts command you to defend yourself but you’ll learn that all forms of
pleasure are acceptable. You’ll learn to want them. Even crave them.” Removing
his belt, he tied her hands in front of her. None too gently, he shoved her to
the back of the chaise, holding her face immobile. “Tell me what the men are
doing to the woman now.”

She glared but said, “One…one is sucking her b-breasts. The
other is feasting between her legs.”

“Is that what you want me to do to you, Kel?” Nodding,
blushing, she looked at her tied hands. “You must say the words.”

“You can’t suckle and…do that at the same time.”

“Then tell me which you want first. Or, much as I hate to
interrupt Tage, I’ll summon him.”

“No!”

He waited. At last she looked at him. “Whichever you do, I
cannot promise not to move.”

Covering his smile, he stroked his chin. “I’ll allow it.”

Spreading her legs, she smiled up at him.

“Tell me what you want, Kel. Suckling or eating?”

Puffing out her cheeks, she stared over his shoulder. He
kept his gaze on her face but heard the woman’s moans change to cries of
pleasure.

“Feasting. I want you to feast on me.”

“Knife.”

The dagger from a nearby table appeared in his open hand.
Kel cringed away but could not escape. Her back pressed against the chaise.
Aren sat at her feet, her skirt trapped under his thighs. He could kill her
before she moved beyond his reach.

“I’ll not hurt you, Kel.” With careful strokes, he cut away
her gown then eased the fabric off her body.

She felt like a piece of fragile porcelain. A treasured gift
he wanted to touch but, as if afraid she would shatter, he sat on his heels and
stared. As his gaze moved over her, she imagined his hands following that same
path. Shivers of longing raised gooseflesh on her flushed skin.

“Are you ever going to—?”

“Yes. When I’ve memorized your face and form. After I’ve
told you how beautiful you are. Once my hands have sculpted your lengths and
curves.”

“Are sweet words part of courtship?”

“Part of courting you, yes.” Reaching up, he traced her
ears, his fingers featherlight. She giggled. “Ticklish, eh?”

She nodded. “But only there.”

“We’ll see.” He nibbled her lobe, laved just behind her ear.
“You like that.”

“Yes but I don’t see what it has to do with…what I want you
to do.”

“You will.”

She tried to distract herself by watching the vidscreen. It
had somehow gone back to scan. Every image mirrored Aren’s journey down her
body. Well, except for there being two men with each of the princesses. And
yet…by all the gods, she could not feel any more aroused had six men attended
her.

“Since you want me to feast on you, Flame, I’ll not suckle
you.”

“Can’t…can’t you do both? Just a little? My breasts are so
swollen they hurt. My nipples ache.”

“As you wish.”

His tongue soothed over each rigid peak. Sweet gods, could
he do it to her again? Make her shatter with only his mouth on her breasts? She
felt the little pulses building in her pussy. He sucked harder, stroked harder.
Her hips shifted against his thigh, seeking his cock.

“If you want fucking, Kel, you’ll have to admit we’re
married.”

“No.” But oh! She did want something in her. His cock—which
he denied her. His fingers which now stroked over her clit. She thrust up. If
she could not have his glorious cock, she would have his magic fingers. But the
wretched man only stroked her clit as he kissed his way down her body. His
light stubble rubbed her inner thighs. His breath caressed her needy clit.

“Ahhh,” she moaned, looking down at his dark head between
her splayed legs.
Now. Kiss me there. Now! Lick me there.

“You smell so sweet, Flame. Like pear blossoms in spring.
No, sweeter even. Your desire, your own scent begs me to taste you.”

She wanted to scream at him to hurry but had no voice.
Anticipation left her mute. Made her little more than a pussy craving whatever
he might give it. At last, he touched his tongue to her clit. Once more she
jerked so hard her hips left the chaise. Laughing, he shoved a pillow under her
hips, raising her level with his mouth.

“Your dew glistens like raindrops on seros. I am a man
stranded in the desert. I crave your nectar.”

She groaned and considered pounding her tied hands over his
thick skull until he stopped torturing her. But finally—just when she thought
an unconscious man might serve her as well as Aren—he lapped her from channel
to clit then back again. Wiggled his tongue into her pussy and thumbed her
clit.

He eased his fingers between her buttocks and into her ass.
It hurt but only for a minute. As he continued to lap her pussy and her clit
and gently probed her ass, she shattered. Bucking, writhing, she cried his
name. She wanted the exquisite torment to end. She wanted it to go on forever.

She bit back tears of self-loathing mingled with tears of
joy. She could cherish these blissful moments except she’d lost control—of her
body and her mind. A warrior should never… Gazing into his eyes, she wondered
if he saw how she felt at this moment. Wicked. Wild. Wanton.

Aren had never seen a woman as beautiful as Kel as she came
down from the heaven he had given her. Her hands gripped the chaise back, her
hair glowed like a sunset spilling over the darkness. Her pink lips were softly
parted, her breath shallow pants. Her entire body was flushed like pearls
polished to their brightest luster. Her eyes swirled.

“I…would return the favor, Aren.” He must have looked
confused because, jutting her chin, she said, “If courtship allows, I’ll suck
you. Isn’t that what the woman is doing to Tage?”

“Blasted glitch in the scan function,” Aren said. “Vid off.”

“They both seem to enjoy it. As does the woman sitting on
his face.” Looking up at Aren, her eyes a golden-brown, she murmured, “You must
have allowed other women to do that to you.”

“During The Choosing, yes.”

“What’s different now? I have…” She blushed. “I’ve never done
that to a man but I have witnessed it. And if you tell me what pleases you, I
can learn.” When he still said nothing, she sighed. “Last night you said we
would share our scents. Was that a lie, Aren?”

“No!”

“Then why not let me suck you now? I can see that your cock
needs something.”

Glancing down, he nodded. “It wants fucking. Just thinking
about your cunt makes my shaft ache. It wants in your hot, tight sheath. It
wants your juices and your milking.”

Her eyes swirling, she licked her lips. His shaft throbbed.

“My mouth isn’t the same as my pussy, I know. But couldn’t
you pretend, Aren? I…I want to give you the pleasure you gave me.” Reaching out
with her bound hands, she took his shaft in them. Stroked up once then down.

His breath hissed out. He untied her then stretched out on
his back. Tucking his hands beneath his head, he said, “Do with me what you
will.”

For a long moment she simply stared into his eyes. Then she
straddled his hips and began exploring his ears. “It isn’t fair that your ears
aren’t ticklish. No matter. If you’re ticklish anywhere, I’ll soon find out.”