All the King's Men (18 page)

Kirel trailed the tip of his tongue between Nelina’s lips.
She parted them on a sigh, allowing him to slip inside.

“I can taste him on you,” she murmured against his mouth.
“It’s intoxicating.”

There was no jealousy in her voice, no hint of sexual
possession. While he’d been tormenting himself over the desire Domenic had
awakened in her, she’d been aroused by his display with Thor. She’d accepted
his wanton act for what it was—a decadent display of sensual indulgence.

Hot, scalding shame scorched his veins. She was far too
perceptive. He, on the other hand, was losing his mind. Unable to stop fretting
over the way desire and duty became more and more muddled in his tormented
thoughts, he’d lost track of what this was really about.

Sex.

Nothing more.

In the span of a heartbeat, he’d lifted her off her feet. A
small cry escaped her throat as he twirled her around rapidly and plunged into
the warm water. Her legs came up around his waist almost instantly and he waded
against the current until he could sit on the edge of the pool.

He settled her on his lap. Water sluiced over her waist,
barely covering her navel. The head of his cock, flushed crimson with desperate
agony, broke the surface of the pool, rising between them and hovering a hand’s
span away from her flushed, parted sex lips.

Her thighs were spread open for him and her cunt shone
lusciously, wet with the distinctive sheen of her cream.

Domenic joined them, settling his firm chest against
Nelina’s back. She gasped, arching her spine and Kirel knew Dom had nestled his
thick erection in the welcoming crevice of her ass.

Thor stepped up behind Kirel. The coarse hair on his legs
tickled Kirel’s back. Nelina looked up, her eyes widening as she took in the
massive shaft hovering just outside Kirel’s field of vision.

Kirel was trapped in a fantasy of wet heat and rapture, a
prisoner of his own making. From the corner of his eye, he saw Thor lean down
and dip his fingertips in the warm lubricant nestled in the bowl beside Kirel’s
hip. The Guardian’s cock nudged his shoulder as he bent down to smooth the
slick liquid over the surface of Kirel’s throbbing cock.

The feel of the man’s hand on his flesh had Kirel thrusting
upward into Thor’s fist. An agonized groan slid past his lips. Nelina shifted
on his lap, displacing water to gush over Kirel’s abdomen.

“That tight little pussy of yours must be dripping wet by
now,” Kirel murmured. Thor tightened his grip on Kirel’s cock, ripping another
groan from his throat.

Nelina looked as if she wanted to deny it. She pulled her
lower lip between her teeth and her gaze flickered downward. Her eyes grew wide
as she watched Thor’s jerking motions, his fingertips dancing with rapid
strokes. Sliding a trembling hand over Kirel’s thigh, she wrapped her fingers
around Thor’s pumping fist and began guiding the movements, quickening the
agonizing strokes.

Kirel gritted his teeth and forced his expression to remain stone-faced.
A few more moments of this and they’d have him spilling his load into the pool
much sooner than he intended.

“Yes,” she whispered at last, her breath fanning his mouth.
“I’m ready for you.”

“Really?” Domenic asked, thrusting his hips forward. Judging
by the desperate gasp hitching in Nelina’s throat, Kirel knew the head of the
Guardian’s cock had to be nudging the tight sheath of her anus. “Are you ready
for me too?”

She’d dreamed this. Just the way it was happening.

Well,
almost
the way it was happening. In her dream,
it had been Thor’s cock she was riding while Kirel gave orders and watched
unaffected. But that wasn’t the way events played out now.

Conflicting emotions etched themselves on Kirel’s features
as though his face was a pale canvas on which a maelstrom of desire, anguish
and fear had been painted. He gritted his teeth, his hips shifting
infinitesimally as he struggled to keep his seed from spilling. His balls had
drawn up tightly into his sac, round little velvet-covered spheres she ached to
cup in her palm.

Nelina placed the fingertips of her free hand under Kirel’s
jaw and tilted his head, prying his gaze away from what her hand and Thor’s did
to his cock.

“I’m ready for everything you’ve got.” She spoke to Domenic
but the message was for Kirel alone.

After today, she’d never again be this close to him. A deep,
heavy ache settled around her heart, scoring her soul with deep claws. Tears
stung her eyes but she blinked them back, determined to enjoy every moment of
this.

If it was to be the last time she’d experience true bliss in
Kirel’s arms, then she was going to remember every rapturous second of it.
Never again would she experience lingering terror, doubt and torment when
recalling the last time they’d made love.

This time their union would be perfect. And so would her
memories.

Placing both palms on Kirel’s shoulders, she lifted herself
slightly off his lap, allowing the buoyant strength of the water to assist her.
She held her breath as she felt the tip of his cock nudge her slit and slip
through her folds to nestle inside the opening to the hot, snug flesh of her
inner channel.

“Fuck me, Kirel,” she whispered in his ear. “Not for the
training or for your king. Fuck me because you want to.”

The guttural groan he emitted seemed torn from somewhere
deep in his chest. It echoed off the walls of the cavern to dissipate in the
thundering cascade of waterfalls. In the span of a missed heartbeat, he thrust
upward and slammed the entire length of his shaft inside her pussy.

Her folds made contact with Thor’s hand before he pulled it
away, allowing her to slip down fully on Kirel’s rod. He wrapped her in his
arms, pulling her close to his chest. Her folds swelled, inner muscles pulsing
with raw, sensual need as he withdrew slightly then resheathed himself inside
her.

“The second trial is the Rite of Sharing,” Thor said. “A
queen knows she’ll have to share her king with the people of Aris. It’s just as
vital that she be able to share herself with them too.”

A flash of color from her left made Nelina turn her head in
time to see Thor pass the bowl of lubricant to Domenic. A darkly exciting and
intoxicating thrill shimmied through her, leaving scorching heat in its wake.

She looked past Kirel to Thor, who stroked his cock from
root to tip, spreading a liquid drop down the marble-hard shaft. She licked her
lips and beckoned him closer with a tilt of her head. He obeyed, stepping up to
crouch slightly before her. The gesture opened his thighs, allowing her a long,
lingering look at his heavy testicles and the network of ropy veins underneath
the tightly stretched skin of his throbbing rod.

The lascivious sight of Thor fondling himself sent heat to
curl in her belly. She leaned forward, allowing Kirel greater access to her
cunt while Domenic dug his fingers into the fleshy globes of her ass and spread
them apart.

Nelina sucked in a breath. Thor’s cock nudged her mouth.
Domenic’s shaft prodded her tight hole. Through it all, Kirel’s rod never
stopped moving. It slid inside her to the root then slipped out a little only
to thrust farther the next time, going deeper than Nelina had thought possible.

She rode him hard, opening herself up to him with every part
of her being. He was utterly spectacular, caressing her hips and waist as he
sheathed himself in her, murmuring little encouraging endearments in her ear.

She took Thor’s cock inside her mouth. Domenic pushed the
head of his cock inside her sphincter, stretching her, opening her to his
lascivious need. He gripped her waist and inch by excruciating inch slipped his
rod into her ass. She gasped as streams of pleasure-pain poured from the myriad
nerve endings gathered at the base of her anus.

He gave her a moment to adjust to the unfamiliar intrusion.
She trembled then finally pushed back against his slick organ, rocking her hips
without conscious thought, demanding more. Domenic’s cock filled her amidst
Kirel’s murmured whispers of
incredible, extraordinary, irresistible,
mesmerizing
and
enchanting
. Every word he spoke was uttered in
perfect, lilting cadence, traveling through her core and lodging inside her
clit, thrumming the tight aching nub from the inside.

The barrage of compliments poured over her. Kirel’s voice
melded with her mewling cries and the Guardians’ husky moans, uniting in a
cacophony of sheer ecstasy.

She couldn’t think straight, her addled mind having suddenly
sent all her lucid thoughts south until it felt as though her entire existence
consisted of the heat thrumming between her thighs and inside the tight crevice
of her ass.

Her mouth worked dutifully at Thor’s cock, sucking him deep,
sliding over the tiny aperture in the soft glans and then pushing the mushroom
head to the back of her throat until her nose touched his flat, rippling
abdomen.

Her nipples scraped against Kirel’s chest with every
bouncing thrust of his cock. The muscles in the tight channel of her ass
stretched and flexed, allowing the thick intrusion of Domenic’s pulsing rod to
nestle farther inside her. The sensation of being filled from every side burned
like liquid fire. A combination of pleasure and pain settled low in her cunt,
making her fleshy lips ache and quiver.

She could feel the two men’s cocks press against each other
through the thin barrier between her two channels and the knowledge that they
were so close, so deep inside her, had a strangled cry drifting from her lips
around a mouthful of Thor’s eager rod.

Nelina’s eyes drifted shut. The Guardians filled her,
squeezed her, stroked her with their hands, cocks and mouths. She felt
Domenic’s head nestled in the crook of her shoulder, his tongue laving small,
wet circles on her skin.

The shuddering sensation of impending orgasm started
thrumming low in her cunt, spread out toward her clit then exploded in a mad
rush of glorious trembling ecstasy to sweep through her body. She clenched her
fingers in Kirel’s shoulders and sucked deeply on Thor’s cock. Her quim pulsed,
gripping Kirel’s shaft tightly. She writhed in delicious agony, bringing
herself up slightly, fucking Kirel harder, milking his tense shaft.

She could pinpoint the exact moment of his release a few
seconds before his seed burst inside her. His body stilled and his nails dug
into her skin. With an animalistic groan, he arched his back, thrust his hips
forward and jerked his rod within her tender channel with a fury that left her
breathless. Far from being over, the barrage of compliments continued even as
his cock pulsed hot streams of cum deep into her pussy.

He stroked her back with languid sweeps as Domenic gripped
her hips and pumped her ass savagely. She matched his thrusts with her strokes
on Thor’s cock until their mutual releases convulsed as one in a blur of lust
and heady sensual abandon.

Kirel’s cock was still semihard inside her and he reached
down to pluck at her tender clit. She came instantly, her body furrowing with a
white-hot release of pent-up tension that darkened her vision and made it
impossible to focus on anything but the ecstasy bursting to life within her.

She sucked viciously on Thor’s shaft, drowning in the
bitterly savage taste of him. His cum spilled down her throat. She drank every
drop, sweeping her tongue down the length of his cock until she held his spent,
softening member on her tongue.

Releasing him with a languid sigh, she placed a kiss on the
nest of curls at his groin then straightened her spine. Domenic slipped out of
her, leaving her back channel sore and gaping. The warm water soothed the
aching tension in her muscles and relaxed her limbs.

Long minutes passed before she realized Kirel was still
inside her, his cock nestled deep in her heat. She liked him there, she thought
as she nuzzled the side of his throat. It was exactly where he belonged.

“Enough.” Thor’s harsh voice intruded upon the cocoon of
sensual intimacy Kirel’s grip on her had created. Still, he didn’t let go.
“Release her.”

Defying Thor’s command, Kirel only held her closer to him.
“That was good, sweetheart,” he murmured in her hair. “Real good.”

She swallowed past the lump in her throat and nodded. “You
should do what he says.”

“I don’t want to.”

She sighed. “Yes, but we all have to do things we don’t want
to do. You should know that better than anyone.”

She felt his drawn-in breath. His heart hammered hard
against his rib cage, the thundering pulse transferring through the slope of
her breasts to match her own erratic beat.

When it became clear he had no intention of letting her go,
she pushed his arms aside and slipped out from under them to drift toward the
middle of the pool. He didn’t try to stop her but when she turned back, he
still sat on the rock, his hands clenched so hard around the jagged edge of the
poolside that his knuckles had turned white.

“May I stay?” Nelina asked, sliding onto her back and
letting the water hold her up. “Every muscle in my body aches. The heat and
water is just what I need.”

Thor yanked up his pants and placed a hand on Kirel’s
shoulder. “Sure. There are guards at the top of the stairs. Go up when you’re
ready to leave and they’ll escort you to your chambers.”

A fluttering rush of hope settled in her belly. She tried not
to look too eager as she smiled her thanks.

At last, Kirel rose. She marveled at the way his cock was
still hard, the skin stretched taut as it strained against his belly. She
watched wordlessly while the three men finished dressing. They looked pristine
in their black uniforms. Thor and Domenic had tied on their face masks and
pulled up their hoods, their eyes mere shadowy slits in shrouded faces.

Only Kirel watched her openly. He hadn’t bothered with his
mask when they’d left her room and now his depthless dark eyes followed her
movements in the water. He watched her as though he could see right through
her. For a moment, her heartbeat stilled as fear snaked up her spine. He
couldn’t know what she had planned…could he?