WARNING: this book contains homoerotica (m/m/m/m, m/m/m/m/m) Menage scenes.
It wasn't till he took me to his bed and made love to me, for the first time—no competition between us, no unspoken challenge, no master-slave, no blood, no death, nothing but intense emotions overwhelming me with the sheer power of his feelings, a sea so deep, a tide so strong I thought I'd drown as he took me face up, raising my legs above his shoulders and plunging deep before preying on my mouth, too, in a never-ending kiss that took my breath, not to mention my resolve, away—that in spite of everything, I gave him what he wanted most, my soul in its entirety, for I knew right there and then I was sealing my destiny forever.
I groaned, not knowing what to think. It was all too pleasurable, yet too sudden and embarrassing as well, to have men touching me like never before and to like it, too…well, it was a real surprise. And I knew I couldn't resist much longer either.
"Enough!" A harsh voice commanded at one point.
As if they were a single man, the three stopped pampering me and stood up, crowding me to cover the source of the voice I was trying to glimpse through half closed eyes.
"Leave!" At this order, they all started to move away when he called one back. "Wait, Kristioff. Untie his hair and dry it."
I felt his rough handling remove my pin, the only worldly possession I treasured, and wet strands tumbled disorderly on my shoulders. Wrapping them in a towel, the man administered a series of vigorous friction, making my head shake from side to side.
"All right, now leave." Assertive in his tone, the Seigneuros indicated the staircase after he judged me ready.
In single file, I saw them leave, the sound of their feet shuffling on the first steps reaching my ears until I could hear nothing except the soft tide lapping the stone edges of the pool. And then I was alone with him.
Paralyzed by fear, I couldn't move or breathe. What he wanted from me seemed now clear enough, but I didn't know if I had the heart, or the stomach for that matter, to satisfy him, even if my family hung in the balance. But his slow pacing around my sprawled figure distracted me to the point I began wondering what he could be thinking while his gaze traveled over my every line and curve, which of course tensed me only more for I expected requests I wasn't familiar with, especially considering how little my experience was.
Instead, he surprised me by running his hand through my hair, down their length, closing his hand around the thick strands as if to feel the silky, luscious consistency. "You're right to be proud of such hair." He breathed softly as he sat next to me on the bench. "Even if you have no title to wear them."
"I didn't know there was a law against it." I scoffed defiantly, piqued at his comment.
"Not a written one, no, it's just good manners and you obviously have none."
"I do have manners!" Even more annoyed at this remark, I tried to turn my head to gaze straight in his eyes. "Just because I was brought up in a village doesn't mean--"
Pinning my shoulders to the bench, he pressed down on me, cutting off my words, not to mention my breath. "It means you're mine, little one, bought this morning for a hefty lump of gold and for my pleasure alone." His free hand slipped to my butt and I felt him center the hole at the end of the cleft.
This time though, I didn't intend to keep still while yet another one played with my ass, even if it was the Seigneuros in person. Raising my shoulders, with a violent shove I tried pushing him off my back, but hardly managed to move him. As if endowed with the strength of a bear, he resisted every one of my pitiful attempts until I was too exhausted to continue.
With one final heave, he immobilized me once more. "Had your fun?" He sneered in my ear. "Now it's my turn." Again, his fingers slid to my asshole, this time rimming its border sensually. "And this is my pleasure." Following his curt announcement, he stuck the same fingers in my mouth. "For your own sake, I suggest you make them thoroughly wet." And after I complied with a lavish suck, he resumed the slow circles on my narrow entrance, moistening it without dipping inside.
"I've never done it!" Embarrassed and ashamed, I wriggled to get free. "Really, Master, I'm no good in this kind--"
"Hush, little one, let me be the judge of that." Lightening his hold, Lord Brahany pulled back slightly. "And if I want to make it pleasurable for me, I'll have to make it for you, too." With an elegant swing, he ducked down to my rear, his long hair tickling all the way, and his hot tongue resumed the tantalizing rub I had already enjoyed thanks to his servants. Of course, he was much better, seemed more experienced, too, his wet attentions stimulating rather than just forcing their way into my tight opening. I loved the feel of the drenched tip caressing the borders before edging inside to enlarge the space that sucked it in effortlessly, almost as if it asked for more.
I had never done it myself to the girls I'd been with, all experienced enough to dispense with any particular incitement before opening their ass to a man's craving. But evidently, the Seigneuros had dealt with difficult cases, I realized as a flaming desire surged through my bloodstream each time he landed a well aimed tongue lash into my now hungry narrow hole. And unconsciously, I began to push up and sway my ass as a sort of unspoken required.
"Need something bigger?" Amused, he quickly discarded his robe to cover me stark naked.
Actually, I wasn't sure what I wanted. I only knew my cock was stone-hard, throbbing in anticipation on my stomach, smothered by the thick towel on which it lay, and my asshole contracted, then relaxed uncontrollably in a continuous tempo I couldn't stop.
Pushing his way to enter, I felt the tip of his erection penetrate the outer rim just as searing pain enflamed the hole. With a muffled cry, my butt slumped, trying to slide away from him despite his firm hold on my hips. "I know it hurts the first time." He whispered in my ear while easing the pressure on my behind. "But it'll pass soon if you trust me."
"Trust you? You're the one who's hurting me." I raised my voice angrily.
"A necessary pain." At this philosophical statement, his cock twitched in its twisted pleasure as it nudged the entrance again.
Had I wanted to escape, I couldn't have gotten very far considering the iron grip with which he held me, so he shoved once more, easily breaking through the entrance. This time though, it didn't hurt as much. I couldn't say it was a real pleasure, but my ass seemed to adapt to his shape slowly, finding more space for it as he fitted deeper--an inch at a time, stopping if I tensed, then resuming the moment I relaxed--until it held it entirely in its snug embrace.
In spite of my discomfort, I had to admire his learned slides, even going as far as to enjoy them after he begun thrusting in a way that my cock's skin slid, too, like someone was jerking it off. The more he accelerated, the faster the skin glided and rubbed on the silky towel, taking my excitement to a peak. And his obviously, for I heard him groan with pleasure just as something hot and dense shot up my ass.
Oddly enough, it didn't just feel like a man's usual fluid. Something else of an entirely different nature seemed mixed with it, a fiery ball that uncoiled from my butt to explode in my brain. Now, little one, do you understand what I need you for?