Princess of Lust (For the Love of Evil) (9 page)

Natalia squirmed around on his lap, trying to get a better view of Kirin but succeeding in rousing his desire. As he hardened beneath her bottom, she stopped her wriggling and flushed. He loved that part of her soul was human, the innocence that still brought pink to her cheeks and heated her blood.

Her voice came out in a husky tone as she peeked at Raum out of the corner of her eye. “Kirin, I’m sorry for having asked Raum his permission before I asked yours. How do you feel about being with Gregor?”

Kirin chuckled and Natalia shifted on Raum’s lap, her plush bottom rousing him further. “I have no conflicts regarding how I feel about Gregor. I want him.” His smile turned feral as he ran a fingertip over his lips. “He’s a strong, angry man who needs an outlet for all that rage. Bedding him will be a fight, and I’ll enjoy every minute of it.”

Raum shook his head and laughed. It shouldn’t surprise him Kirin would be attracted to Gregor. His concubine had always been drawn to strapping, passionate men. “Why do I get the feeling you want to dress him up in a gladiator outfit and relive your youth?”

“You know me all too well, Master.” Kirin winked at him and something inside of Raum relaxed. He realized he had been worried about his concubine’s feelings on a subconscious level and his negative first reaction had been due to both his distrust of the other man and his worry about Gregor hurting his beloved.

Natalia held out her hand to Kirin and he took it, kneeling next to them while resting his head on her thigh and wrapping his arms around Raum’s leg. She stroked his dark curls and said, “You have a generous heart.”

“Not with everyone, Princess. Only with those who earn my trust.”

Raum snorted. “You trust Gregor?”

“Yes. He’d like to think he didn’t kill you because of me, but the truth he won’t face is he didn’t kill you because he’s grown to care about you, Master. He sees how much you love the Princess and he knows if you were gone she’d be more vulnerable than ever.”

Natalia shook her head. “How can Gregor love and hate Raum?”

Kirin smiled at her. “Sometimes I forget how young you are, Princess. It is all too easy to both love and hate the same person at the same time.”

She stiffened, clearly not liking being called young. “I hope I never feel like that.”

Raum placed a soft kiss on her temple and sighed. “I hope you never feel like that as well, my beloved.”

She turned her face to his and he captured her lips, tasting her breath, her essence, as she curled into him in that deliciously transparent gown. Kirin placed a nip on his thigh and he growled low in his throat as her soft hands reached up to stroke his face. He loved how her lush curves pressed into him, all that smoothness his for the taking.

Breaking their kiss, she traced her fingertips over his mouth. “So Kirin can train Gregor?”

He groaned and widened his legs as Kirin stroked at his sack with his fingertips, his concubine’s desire rushing through their bond and mingling with his own. “Yes. You know I can’t deny you anything.”

The smile she gave him was filled with wicked intent as she slid down his body to kneel before him. Kirin moved over to the side so she fit between Raum’s legs and stood behind her, pressing his body against her lushness, framing her beauty with his muscle. The pink tip of her tongue licked her lips and her voice came out in a throaty purr as she said, “In that case, let me thank you properly.”

As her warm mouth closed on his cock still contained within his breeches, Raum let himself become lost in the pleasure she gave him. Thoughts tried to intrude on the moment but he banished them, trying to savor every second of their time together as though it was their last.

He took a long, deep breath, centering himself and opening his mind to the sensual pleasures at hand. One thing age had given him was the gift of being able to savor these moments of desire, to immerse himself in them and fully appreciate the joy. The combined scent of Natalia and Kirin, a delicious combination of feminine musk and male spice, filled him.

The world went dark as he closed his eyes and focused on the weight of Natalia as she moved up his body to sit in his lap, the warmth of Kirin standing beside him, and the lust pouring off both of them. So much need, so much passion, directed at him. It made his body ache to thrust into their warmth, to spill his essence into their greedy mouths.

Sharp teeth nipped at his lips and he opened his eyes to find Natalia silently snarling at him. Kirin was right. She was so very young and wanted to gorge herself on the pleasures the world had to offer. Maybe it was time to slow his little demoness down and force her to really
feel
what they had to offer. He sent a silent, mental command to his staff and ran a soothing hand over Natalia’s cheek, enjoying her silken skin.

She tried to wriggle free of his hold, to touch him, but he turned her in his lap so she sat with her back against his chest and her head lying back on his shoulder. “Be still,” he murmured into her ear before giving the tender lobe a sharp bite. Keeping his touch light and gentle, he traced the curve of her waist down to the flare of her hips and over the soft mound of her belly, loving the roundness of her figure.

A knock sounded from the dining room door just seconds before his staff came in. Natalia squirmed in embarrassment but he tightened his grip. She still had very human emotions about strangers seeing her in a compromising position and he used that to his advantage now, cooling her desire to controllable levels. Truth be told, his self-restraint was almost non-existent around the sweet demoness, and tonight, she needed him to be her Master, not her lover.

The servants quickly cleared away the remains of dinner from the table, then placed three silver bowls within his reach. A maid handed Kirin a blue velvet pouch and curtseyed before closing the door after herself, leaving them alone once again.

With an utterly wicked smile, his concubine sauntered across the dining room, the mellow lighting etching shadows into his hard flesh. Raum let his pleasure show in his gaze. Still holding Natalia against him, he pushed away from the table, giving Kirin plenty enough room to stand between their chair and the edge.

Opening himself to his concubine, he let Kirin feel how much he adored him, how important the other man was to him. In return, his concubine let down his mental barriers and his sense of love doubled. He couldn’t wait to share this with Natalia, this opening of minds and hearts, this pure and unparalleled expression of love. His cock throbbed with each beat of his heart, and he noted that Kirin’s erection now tented out against the fabric of his toga. Natalia squirmed against him, further testing his will. Time to give her something else to concentrate on.

“Kirin, pleasure yourself for us.”

She whimpered and tried to reach for his concubine but Raum interceded. “No, Princess, you will remain as you are, bound by my will. It will help you appreciate the visual feast that Kirin has to offer.”

She let out a low hiss but stilled when the other man untied his toga and slowly slid it down his body.

“Take note of the beauty of his form, of the muscles forged on the battlefield, of the subtle shadows at his collarbone.” He loosened the reins on the innate sensuality that came from serving in the Court of Lust and let the magic enter his voice. “Imagine how his skin would feel against your fingertips, the crisp hair over the soft skin.”

Kirin held Natalia’s gaze and ran his hands down his chest, ruffling the wiry hair scattered over his pectorals. Memories of kissing that skin, of resting his head against the other man’s chest, filled Raum’s memory and he smiled at his concubine. “Such a strong, true heart beats beneath all that muscle, an honest heart that loves you. Let him give you the gift of this moment and reward him with your attention.”

She stilled against him and relaxed slightly. Her voice came out in a husky rasp that tightened his balls. “How could I not become as entranced with his beauty, as would any foolish sailor following a siren to his death?”

Joy radiated from the former gladiator at her compliment and he allowed the toga fall to the floor, revealing his erection and heavy testicles nestled between his powerful thighs. Raum let out a soft sigh of appreciation. Kirin had one of the most beautiful cocks he’d ever seen, darker at the base with a lovely pink flush at the tip. Right now that tip gleamed with a smear of fluid, making Raum itch to lick it off.

“Now, Kirin, feed your dick to our princess and let’s see how well she’s paid attention to your teachings on how to give a man pleasure.”

His concubine and his princess groaned and he had to tighten his grip on Natalia, both to keep her from reaching for Kirin and to restrain himself. The sexual tension in the room was thick enough to taste, and he didn’t trust himself not to give into it. On his lap, she wiggled her plush bottom against his shaft, reminding him of the sweet, wet heat that lay just inches away.

“Natalia, if you move anything but your head, I will lift you from my lap, give you a kiss on the forehead, and send you home for the night.”

She gasped and tried to turn around to look at him. “You wouldn’t!”

“Yes, I would and I will. Now, put your legs on the outside of mine.”

She hesitated and he could almost read her thoughts, her desire to take control of the situation and control her own pleasure. Though he kept his body relaxed, on the inside, tension coiled in his gut. He wanted, craved her willing submission to him but she was dominant to Kirin so it would be doubly hard for her to not follow her natural inclinations and direct the concubine.

Ever so slowly, her legs slid around to the outside of his, her thighs parting and stretching her wide. A fresh wave of her excitement perfumed the air and his dick leapt in response, as did the jerk of Kirin’s exposed manhood. She trembled against him, and he wished he could be inside her head, knowing her thoughts, but that intimacy was still denied to him.

“Open your mouth wide.”

Her compliance was a sweet torture to him, made all the more challenging by Kirin’s groan of pleasure as he slid his length between her willing lips. As she began to suck, Raum drew the fabric away from her mound, layering it around her hips in a spill of sheer blue and golden dragon-scale glitter. Though he couldn’t see her secret flesh, his first touch confirmed his suspicion that she was slick with need. He kept his fingers light, gently teasing her by spreading her liquid arousal over her mound.

The tension between them built as he continued to torment her, enjoying each little twitch and moan, her obvious strain to keep from thrusting herself against his hand. Kirin had his head thrown back and his hands buried in her thick, dark hair, each thrust into her waiting mouth making the firm muscles of his stomach clench and release.

“Easy,” he whispered into her ear. “Use your tongue a bit on the underside. Make him slow his pace a bit before he spills himself down your throat like an untried virgin.”

Kirin glared at him but Natalia must have followed his advice because his concubine’s face went slack and he shuddered. Seated perfectly between the round globes of her ass, Raum’s cock strained against his breeches, aching for the relief her hot pussy offered. With a feathery touch, he played with just the hood of her clit, moving the delicate skin around in a manner designed to fully awaken all of her nerves. She tensed against him and he backed off, earning a frustrated growl.

A desperate thought blasted into his mind through his psychic link with Kirin, a message that his concubine could not last much longer. Then an echo of what he was feeling from Natalia burned through Raum, shattering his resolve. With a low growl, he pushed Kirin back and lifted Natalia from his lap, setting her onto the table. From the velvet bag, he withdrew a pair of golden clamps.

A smug feeling came through his bond with Kirin, and he shot the dark-haired man a warning look. So, his concubine thought he could manipulate him into getting what he wanted. It looked like Natalia wasn’t going to be the only one needing a lesson in orgasm-withholding tonight. He smiled at Kirin and his concubine gave him a wary smile back.

“Kirin, clamp the princess’ nipples and put the chain between her teeth.”

She gave him a startled look but moaned in delight as Kirin played first with one nipple and then the other, before clamping the stiff peaks. She obediently opened her mouth as he placed the chain between her lips and jerked her head, giving the clamps an experimental pull that had her opening her legs wide and offering herself to Raum.

“Good girl,” he said, and caressed the silkiness of her inner thighs. “Now, you won’t come until I tell you.”

She nodded and whimpered when the action pulled her captured nubs. Kirin started to approach them but Raum shook his head. “Kneel next to me. I want you to suck my balls while I fuck her.”

He shifted so Kirin could do as he asked without knocking his head into the edge of the table. With his heart thundering in his chest, he positioned the head of his cock against the wet furnace of her pussy and slowly sank into her body. Rational thought fled as he focused on the sensation of her strong sheath gripping him, her inner muscles trying to hold on to his dick as he withdrew. The intense friction almost undid him and when Kirin began to gently lick at his swaying sac, he shouted.

Natalia lifted her hips against him, the frenzied movements signaling how close she was to her own orgasm. He leaned over her on the premise of placing a soft kiss on each of her clamped nipples and pulled over the silver bowl that the servants had brought in earlier. Pressed close, he began to fuck her, growling low in his throat as Kirin moved around from his balls to his ass, licking and biting at his buttocks.

Beneath him, Natalia stilled and her sheath clamped down on him like a fist. Moving almost too quickly to be seen, he grabbed a handful of ice and placed it directly on her clit. Her shocked scream would have made him laugh if she hadn’t also bucked like a pissed-off dragon beneath him, giving him a ball-clenching ride that shot him closer to his own orgasm.

Once he’d judged her to be far enough away from her orgasm again, he removed the ice and resumed fucking her, stroking that dense spot inside of her while rubbing her clit in slow circles. All too soon, her orgasm trembled at the surface and he could tell she was fighting it. His own cum boiled in his balls, a burning sensation racing through the base of his spine to his groin. He sent a mental command to Kirin, who stood and moved to the side of the table, licking at her abused nipples. Unable to resist any longer, he applied firm pressure to her clit and just as she was about to orgasm, he used the ice again.