Eria's Ménage (2 page)

“He will if it serves his purposes.”

“He has purposes?”

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“Never doubt it.” Tad stretched his legs out in front of him. A casual move. Far more casual than he actually felt. “Don’t think Brath stupid. More than one outworlder has lost his life to that mistake.”

Eria walked to Brath and made a slow circle around him, sizing him up from the top of his head to his toes. Brath withstood her inspection well enough, staring straight ahead.

After several long moments, she stepped away again. “I’d like to watch him in action.”

“You want to watch him fuck?”

“You say he’s so good. I’d like to see if that’s true,” she said.

He shrugged. “I should think you’d want to try him yourself.”

“I will. First, would he perform for my guests?”

Brath made another one of his noises. In the affirmative. He’d agreed.

“Good,” Eria said. “At dinner tonight, he can choose his own moment and his partner.”

“He will.”

“You two will sit with me,” she said. “I’ll see you then.”

She gave Brath one more appraising look and swept from the room, as regal as she was plush. Tad waited a moment and then rose and walked to Brath. He stared into eyes the exact color of his own. He clapped a hand on Brath’s shoulder. “Well done.”

* * *

Eria sat between the two of them and basked in the disapproval of the others.

Normally, the queen would at least try to make all her suitors believe they had a chance to mate with her. But how many monarchs found a pair like these gems among the grains of sand?

Tad made conversation with Kapt on his other side. Treaties, trade, technological advances -- the sorts of things men found important. Brath sat and watched the jugglers with their ever-shifting light orbs giving off multiple colors. The simple trick didn’t hold his attention for long. Instead, he scanned the room, nostrils flaring from time to
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time as if he’d sensed a female in heat. He’d select a woman soon, and if Eria read him well, the lucky one would get the ride of her life.

Tad’s hand touched hers. “My people have a custom. When a man chooses the woman he wants to pass the rest of his life with, he presents her with a riddle.”

“A riddle?”

He stroked her fingers with his own. “If she solves it, she can refuse him. If she doesn’t puzzle it out, she’s his.”

“We have no such practice here.”

“Allow me to offer a teaser, anyway.”

How intriguing. She nodded.

“What burns and freezes at the same time? What can kill while it gives life? What do you see everywhere but find only once?”

“All that has only one answer?”

He leaned toward her. “Not only one answer, but the answer is only one word.”

“Burns and freezes. Kills and gives life. Everywhere and found only once,” she said.

On her other side, Brath made a sound. A deep thrum in the back of his throat.

“Does he know the answer?” she asked.

“He does,” Tad answered.

She huffed. “Neither of you make any sense.”

“I hope we aren’t putting you off your food,” Tad said. “Skinny women are no fun.”

She glanced down at her plate. The tiny bird in its rich sauce lay there almost untouched. She hadn’t even bothered to push the roasted vegetables around. No appetite for food tonight. “I’m not hungry.”

She switched dishes with Brath, as he’d done everything but licked his clean.

She’d half expected him to eat the bones.

He gave her a gratified sound from the back of his throat and picked up the meat in his fingers. With what seemed like no more than a few bites, he stripped those bones
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of meat too. A droplet of sauce clung to the corner of his mouth. Eria lifted her napkin toward his mouth, but before she could touch him, his tongue snaked out and licked his lips in a way that made her pussy tingle in anticipation.

He didn’t miss the effect he had on her. He smiled, showing perfect teeth, and a low note of appreciation rumbled through his chest.

On her other side, Tad chuckled softly. “Don’t give away too much to him. He’ll corner you like prey.”

“I think I’d like that.”

Brath’s smile broadened until icy blue sparks seemed to dance from his eyes.

The jugglers finished and left, polite applause following them. The lights dimmed, and the sounds of ancient flutes filled the hall, broadcast from speakers near the ceiling. The notes bounced off the naked walls, creating an eerie feeling that the music came from inside the spectators’ heads. Two burly men entered, each carrying a huge drum. They set them at the sides of the room and began playing. Soon, a driving rhythm joined the music, making the floorboards vibrate with it.

After the rich food, the music promised a feast for the senses. Only Eria and the two men on either side of her knew just which senses.

A dozen dancers -- all young women -- streamed into the hall and moved seductively between the tables. They wore gowns that fell over breasts, hips, and legs all the way to the floor. The fabric hid nothing, though. Every inch of flesh showed through. Every plump breast, every erect nipple, every rounded buttock.

Brath’s eyes widened, and his fist closed so tightly on his wineglass it shattered in his hand. As though he did that all the time, he dropped the pieces onto his plate and shook the fragments free. A drop of blood appeared on his palm, but he simply licked it away and continued to stare at all the feminine flesh in the center of the room.

The women moved forward and back -- now clustered together and now stretching out to the diners. Some men reached for them, only to find their hands empty when the dancers scooted away again.

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Brath snorted at the faint attempts then ducked under the table. In an instant, he appeared on the other side and launched himself into the group.

Several of the women squealed and scattered. Some made it out of the hall completely, while Brath kept the rest trapped in the semi-circle of tables. He moved like a cat, light on his feet, his eyes full of determination and enjoyment. He loved the chase, and soon, he’d have one or more of his prey at his mercy.

“He’s magnificent,” she couldn’t help but whisper.

Tad squeezed her fingers. “I’m glad he pleases you.”

“He does.” In fact, she couldn’t have looked away if her life depended on it.

Brath moved with a fluid grace that would serve him well in the bedroom. She could picture him, hips moving, buttocks clenching as he guided his cock in and out of her depths.

Eria’s pussy grew damp just watching him. All that strength, all that agility, all that ferocity. She’d have it soon.

The other guests looked on too, some with their mouths hanging open. No one moved, though, except for the dancers and Brath.

He settled on one finally -- the one with the large figure closest to Eria’s. Had he chosen that one deliberately to make Eria imagine that he’d cornered her and was circling in to slake his lust inside her?

She moaned softly, not even knowing she had until the sound had come from her mouth. Her breasts felt heavy, the nipples tingling. Breathing became difficult, as though the air had turned liquid and hot.

Tad’s hand left hers and ducked beneath the tablecloth. In a moment, his fingers found her thigh and rubbed the cloth of her gown slowly over her flesh. His touch felt gentle, as opposed to the display of aggression in the center of the room, but it moved her right to her core. Growing ever more damp, her pussy now throbbed in time to the beating of the drums. She parted her legs to invite Tad to stroke her more intimately.

In response, he bunched up her gown to bare her leg and caressed the skin of her inner thigh. He had to know she needed more than that -- much more -- but he seemed
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in no hurry. Fine. She’d let the pressure in her lower belly build while she watched Brath and his quarry.

Brath caught the young woman in his arms, causing her to yelp. She didn’t fight him hard, though. Instead, she clasped her arms around his shoulders, even though they barely reached around their width.

He wrapped her legs around his torso, walking her to the closest table and deposited her there. Dishes and glasses flew as he pushed them aside to make space for the woman. The diners nearest scattered, and in a moment, Brath had his intended flat on her back with her legs dangling over the side. He reached for the neckline of her gown, grabbed the fabric in powerful fists, and tore it apart with a loud ripping sound.

Not settling for baring her from the neck to the belly, he continued tearing at the cloth all the way to the hem so that he could part the halves to expose all of her.

This was a primitive display, the male taking complete possession of his female.

It resonated deep inside Eria. When Tad’s fingers finally found the lips of her sex and grazed them, she almost melted into her chair. No one else would notice what went on beneath the table, even if they looked in her direction. None of them did, not with Brath’s possession of the dancing girl claiming all attention. As wet as she’d become, Tad couldn’t miss her state of arousal. He had to know what his touch did to her. Had to know she’d climax if he used the right pressure. Had to intend to do exactly that.

Yes, she was going to come. She’d hold out until she could watch Brath fuck the woman who looked like her. She’d imagine his cock entering her while Tad’s fingers drove her higher. And no one else would realize what went on between her legs. How delicious.

Growling, Brath lowered himself to his captive and took her mouth with his. He didn’t caress her gently, but ravished her lips with his. She still clung to his shoulders as she spread her legs around him.

Soon, the two of them were moving, thrusting their hips until their pelvises ground against each other. As Tad’s fingers worked magic on her pussy, the other couple’s hands roamed freely, Brath’s dimpling her soft flesh, the woman’s stroking his
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back. Their ragged breathing floated over the crowd as their passion mounted. When Brath finally finished with his partner’s mouth and moved to her neck, the woman moaned.

Tad’s finger found Eria’s clit, and she bit her lip to stifle her own cry of pleasure.

She could almost feel Brath’s hands on her body as they now traveled over his partner, callused thumbs on her breasts, abrading the nipples roughly. Tad rubbed her harder and faster, his hand now wet with her juices. She sat back against her chair and let her eyes drift half-shut. Her head felt too heavy to lift. In fact, all her muscles had gone limp except for the ones in her pussy. Those clenched, a dim imitation of the spasms that would soon wrack her. Each movement brought her clit firmer against Tad’s fingers.

Across the room, Brath grunted as he pulled his partner’s legs from behind him and set her feet flat on the tabletop. By spreading them, he exposed her pussy. She didn’t fight but closed her eyes and tipped her head back, giving him silent permission to use her any way he wished.

Still making animal noises in the back of his throat, he set about devouring her.

His mouth moved over her chest and then sucked one nipple into his mouth. His hand worked the other breast, squeezing and rolling the peak under his palm.

The room fell utterly silent except for the recorded flutes and the noises the pair made. His guttural sounds of claiming and her soft cries of surrender. He moved lower, running his tongue along her ribs and over her belly. At last, he draped her legs over his shoulders and brought his mouth down on the woman’s mound.

The woman let loose a loud “ah!” Pleasure, yes, and surprise too. Eria whimpered softly. That such a man -- little more than a beast -- should give his partner the ultimate caress with such abandon. He did it with every bit as much energy as he did everything else. His head moved as he feasted on her, and her cries floated up to blend with the notes of the flute.

Eria felt that pressure on her body as well. Suddenly, Tad’s fingers took on the rasp of a lover’s tongue as he stroked her. He traced circles of fire over her most sensitive spot, until the urge to surrender became unbearable. She had to climax. Now.

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Couldn’t hold it off. And yet, she needed to see Brath’s cock before she did. Needed to know its length and girth so that she could imagine it between her pussy lips, demanding entrance. By the deities, let him take it out now.

Still, Tad tormented her. Rubbing, pressing, squeezing. With an expert touch, damn him, just as Brath used his mouth until the other woman’s cries grew louder and her body went tense.

At last, Brath straightened. He fumbled with some straps that held his codpiece and moved it aside. Then, he reached into a slit in his leggings and pulled his cock free.

It was a mammoth thing, thick and livid with arousal. He held it by the base for several seconds, looking down at his writhing partner with utter triumph in his expression.

He knew what he’d done, how he’d driven the woman to the point where she’d sell her soul to have him inside her. And, he knew that every other gaze was on him now. He wanted them all to see his power, his magnificence, before he took his reward.

Toward the back of the room, a man grunted, softly, but unmistakable. Whoever he was, he’d climaxed watching them. Eria clung to her last scrap of sanity. Tad showed her no mercy as he slid one finger inside her and then rubbed her own wetness over her clit.

Hold on, hold on, hold on
.

Finally, Brath placed his huge tool at the entrance of his partner’s pussy and plunged into her. She screamed as he did, signaling the release of her lust. He squeezed his eyes shut in total concentration as he moved savagely in and out of her. Still, he managed to guide the woman’s leg outward so Eria could watch his member disappearing between the folds of her sex and emerging again, glistening with moisture.