Wicked Empress: The Onic Empire, Book 4 (18 page)

Mesmerized, all Drahka could do was watch and think of the time when he would do these same lusty things in return. While looking right into his eyes, Viltori deep-throated Drahka. From tip to base, Viltori wrapped his lips around his cock and gave to him so hard and fast he had no choice but to accept.

Drahka lifted his hips, thrusting his cock into Viltori’s hungry mouth. On the brink of a great climax, Viltori pulled away, wrapping his hand around the base, squeezing lightly while pressing against the tip with his thumb. Ever so slowly, the need to climax relented.

“Just how many times have you done this?” Drahka realized after he spoke how harsh his question sounded. Before he could take it back, Viltori chuckled.

“Not all that much, but if you ask how long I’ve been thinking of sucking yours, I’d say from the moment I saw you. When I found out you were uncut I thought I’d go crazy if I couldn’t have you.” Murmuring his words as he toyed his lips down his penis, Viltori added, “And when you insisted man touching man was wrong and tried to hit me, I swear my soul cried.”

“You are ever so dramatic.” Drahka pulled him up, turning to his side so they lay looking at each other in the red glow.

“I wasn’t finished.” Viltori kept his hand firmly around Drahka’s prick. “You have no idea how badly I want to taste you.”

The image made Drahka groan, but there was time for that later. “I wanted to kiss you.”

Smiling, Viltori leaned near, pressing his lips against Drahka’s mouth. Tentative at first, they kissed lightly, like unsure lovers, but quickly the kissing turned heated, as it always did. Battling for control, struggling to give harder and better to the other, Drahka grew so desperate that he pushed Viltori onto his back. Wrapping his legs around him, Viltori tried to flip him over, but Drahka’s bigger body gave him more leverage.

“Just as when we wrestled, I am stronger than you.” Grasping his hands, Drahka pressed Viltori into the bed.

“Stronger but less skilled,” Viltori teased, rocking his hips, rubbing his cock against Drahka’s. “If you need control that badly, then go ahead.” Viltori relaxed. “Do with me as you please, mighty warrior.”

One eye narrowed. “Are you mocking me?” Leaning up, lifting the covers so he could see Viltori’s face, Drahka peered down at him.

“Yes.” Viltori grinned. “Now punish me.”

“I would like to give to you so hard and fast your mouth would be so filled with moans of pleasure you couldn’t speak.”

Closing his eyes, Viltori shivered. “You do know how to punish a man.”

Leaning near, placing his mouth right to his ear as he’d seen him do to Bithia, Drahka said, “I would fuck you until you came in a great gush. And then I would fuck you again, making you take all of me into your dark passage.” He wasn’t sure what words to use, as Viltori did not have a hot, sweet cunt. However, Viltori groaned when he said dark passage so he said it again, thrusting his cock against his belly, so now their cocks battled against one another.

“Gods, yes,” Viltori said, opening his eyes and looking right at him. “That is exactly what you should do to me.” But then his face twisted with concern. “Let me up for a moment.”

Drahka frowned down at him. “Why would I let you go?” He thrust leisurely against him. “I have you where I want you.”

“I’m sure you’ve noticed this, but you, my friend, are massive. If you want to do what you said, fuck me until I’m silent, you’re going to need some help.”

Lowering his face with concern, he asked, “Another man?”

Viltori laughed. “No, I’m not wet inside like Bithia.”

Reluctantly, he let him up.

Viltori jumped from the bed and strode directly to the bathing unit. Picking up a bottle, he would examine the contents, sniff, drop some onto his fingers, but he put all of them back. Finally he found what he wanted and returned to the bed. Just as he promised, he went right back to where he was before—flat on his back with Drahka above him.

Handing him the bottle, Viltori said, “Here. Coat yourself with this first.”

Moving back, Drahka poured golden oil into his palm, then smeared it all over his cock. When he saw Viltori watching with glittering eyes, he continued to stroke, only more slowly. Gripping his fist around his cock, he stroked oil up and down, covering the entire region of his hips. For good measure, he pushed Viltori’s legs apart and worked some into him with his fingers. Watching him part his lips and sigh only made Drahka harder. Pumping his finger into him caused Viltori to lift his legs, spreading them wide, giving him more room.

“I’m going to open you up for me.” One finger became two. Viltori reacted with a sigh, and a further lifting and leaning back, as if willingly holding himself open for anything Drahka would do. “I’m going to make you wetter than Bithia inside.”

Groaning, Viltori placed his hands behind his knees, lifting his legs up and out. His eyes riveted to the movement of Drahka’s arm as he pumped his fingers, causing his biceps to flex. Deliberately he flexed the muscle harder, showing off the power of his arm.

“You’ve seen me give to Bithia.” Two fingers became three and Viltori’s eyes went wide, then closed on a long, low growl. “Are you sure you can handle me giving that fully to you?”

Looking right into his eyes, Viltori said, “By the gods, I certainly want to find out.”

Unable to wait any longer, Drahka leaned forward, lowering his body over Viltori. Pressing his cock against the tight ring that guarded his dark passage caused both of them to groan.

“Slowly, my friend,” Viltori cautioned, pulling the covers over their heads, returning them to the enclosed privacy of the ruby glow. “Slowly.”

Once he felt how tight he was, Drahka realized he must move more carefully so as not to hurt him. The rough coupling he did with Bithia would damage Viltori, and that was the last thing he wished to do. Easing his way inside, he kept his eyes on Viltori’s face.

When he winced, Drahka pulled back. “I don’t want to hurt you.” Maddening, this conflict inside. He wanted to give to him as he gave to Bithia, but not if such giving caused him pain.

Cupping his face, Viltori drew him near, then kissed him tenderly. “Let me try.”

Drahka allowed Viltori to place him on his back. He thought he would now try to fill him, but he didn’t. Lifting himself above Drahka, he draped his body along his length, legs spread over his hips.

“This way, I can control how fast, how deep.”

Nodding, Drahka was determined to hold very still.

Against the muscles of his belly, he felt Viltori’s hard cock as he wriggled his hips down. Again, Drahka felt the tip of his prick push against that tight ring. Carefully moving down, Viltori took the tip inside.

Such gripping tightness! The oil had made him slick, but still he was almost crushing his cock with the walls of his dark passage. Drahka wanted to thrust, but he didn’t. Using all of his will, he lay passive. He found it odd he was giving to Viltori without moving. Was this really considered giving, he wondered, then decided he didn’t care. The concept of giving and taking was best left with his tribe.

Grabbing his head, Drahka kissed Viltori as he moved atop him. Dueling tongues, panting breaths, they worked their hard bodies together until most of Drahka’s prick was buried deep in Viltori’s ass. New and unique sensations assaulted his body as he lowered his hands to grasp Viltori’s hips.

Snarling, Viltori lifted his lips to Drahka’s ear. “You want to fuck me, don’t you? You want to slam your body into mine. You want to thrust that massive cock so deep inside my ass you steal my breath.”

Drahka wrapped his arms around him, rolling him over so now he was on top. He gave a tentative thrust while watching Viltori’s face.

“More.”

Viltori reached up, grasped his shoulders, holding on to him as he thrust. Each forward lunge was a bit harder, a bit deeper, a bit more brutal. When he realized all Viltori felt was pleasure, he lowered his hands to his ass, grasped him tightly, and fucked him so hard and fast he shook the bed beneath them. Viltori did what Drahka had longed to hear—he made that sound, that wonderful sound of pleasure like Bithia made. Moaning out his joy, Viltori met Drahka’s eyes. Under the covers, watching each other, Viltori came, gushing against Drahka’s belly and chest.

The scent filled Drahka’s mouth with the taste of him, which caused him to lose control and thrust wildly into Viltori until he climaxed. At that precise moment, Viltori tilted his hips, crushing his passage even tighter around Drahka’s cock. With one last mighty bellow, he thrust and drained the last of his orgasm.

Breathless, they clung together, Drahka careful not to drop his full weight on Viltori.

After a moment, Viltori laughed. When Drahka looked up, confused, Viltori shook his head. “I have to say that when you promise to fuck somebody, you really mean it.”

“Did I hurt you?” Instantly alert, Drahka tried to lift himself away.

“Would I be chuckling if I was hurt?” Viltori wrapped his arms and legs around him, rolling them until they lay side by side, Drahka’s slowly shrinking cock still inside. “I feel very good.”

With a playful thrust, Drahka said, “Yes, you do.”

Together they laughed. After a time, Viltori grew serious. Drahka wasn’t sure he wanted to hear what his teacher would say. When he wore that face, the information was usually something unpleasant.

“There’s someone I want you to meet.”

Relieved, Drahka sighed.

“You thought it was something bad, again, didn’t you?”

“You made that face.”

“Did I? I don’t know why. You’ll like this man.” Viltori held up his hand. “And before you even ask, I’m not sharing you with anyone other than Bithia. I just want you to meet him, not fuck him.”

“I didn’t say—”

“You made that face.”

After another passionate duel of tongues, they reluctantly flipped back the covers.

Snarling out an expletive, Drahka winced and covered his eyes with his hand. “Why is this room all in white? It is torture on my eyes.”

Closing his eyes to bare slits, Viltori rose, dragging Drahka with him. “I have no idea. Given that her family color is crimson, it should be red.” He paused. “Ah. It’s white so that any House who gains the throne can turn the room to their own family color.”

“Where are you taking me?”

“To wash up.”

Getting clean was never so much fun. Again, they playfully wrestled for control of the soap, then spent an inordinate amount of time cleaning each other’s cocks. Drahka wanted to come again, and this time in Viltori’s wicked mouth, but Viltori pushed him back.

“We can’t use everything up this morning,” Viltori said, leaving behind the jet of water. “Think how furious Bithia will be if we are both drained utterly dry.”

Drahka considered that his chosen would be upset if they could not give to her at least once. After a moment, he asked, “Will she be upset that you and I gave to each other without her?”

Viltori considered with a frown, then smiled as he rubbed a towel briskly against his golden hair. “No. I imagine Bithia would thoroughly enjoy hearing a detailed description of what we did while we pleasure her.”

Drahka grinned. “I at her front, you at her back.”

“Don’t get me all hard again.” Viltori punched Drahka’s shoulder.

“Will you give to her?” Drahka tossed his towel aside.

Viltori wouldn’t meet his gaze. “I cannot.”

“If you did to her what I did to you, no child would come of that.” And after feeling the delicious tightness of Viltori, he would like to feel Bithia that way too.

“It’s not just that.” Shaking his head, Viltori took his towel and Drahka’s and threw them over a bar inside the bathing unit. “And it’s not just that she’s your chosen.” Digging through a pile of clothing on the floor, separating out his clothing from Drahka’s, Viltori said, “I need more.”

“What more?”

“A commitment.” Viltori tossed him his clinging pants with a smirk.

“You didn’t need one with me.”

At that Viltori reddened. “It’s different between you and me.”

Before he could ask why, Viltori turned away, cutting him off.

Chapter Eighteen

Uncomfortable with the turn their conversation had taken, Viltori dressed quickly and practically threw Drahka’s clothing at him. He wanted to get out of the empress suite. The smell of the three of them exacerbated deep-seated longings and dreams that he was just now starting to think weren’t impossible, but still, he didn’t trust his heart not to go too far. Moreover, he had to admit, he wanted to see Rown. Their gossip sessions had become such a part of Viltori’s mornings he felt bereft without them.

Showing off Drahka was just an added benefit.

Viltori knew Rown would be honored to meet Bithia’s consort. He also had a feeling that Rown would be fascinated by Drahka and thoroughly smitten. Just like Viltori was himself. As he pulled on his plain brown trousers, he sighed.

Viltori owed Drahka a better explanation, but he simply couldn’t summon the energy to explain why a commitment from Bithia was different. It seemed rude to tell Drahka that Bithia had power where Drahka did not. In the Onic Empire, power mattered. Last night was a perfect example. If not for Bithia’s protection, the two elite men that Viltori had rejected could have killed him, or worse, without repercussions.

Viltori had witnessed the results of the more horrific punishments the elite inflicted on disobedient slaves. It didn’t matter that he did not belong to them; the elite took the position that all servants should bow to their wishes.

Viltori survived because he trusted the commitment he had with Bithia. However, that commitment was fragile and he wanted something stronger. Empress Bithia was well known for her fornicating ways. Not a woman in the empire fucked like the empress. But her fancies were notoriously fleeting. What she desired today she cast aside tomorrow. Viltori understood why she was the way she was, and he firmly believed he and Drahka could keep her completely entertained for a lifetime, but he wanted a fully binding commitment first.

A flush of admiration washed through him, remembering the way Bithia stood up not only to protect him, but all those cast in the unwanted role of servant. Despite the nasty comments, Bithia wasn’t a woman interested only in her own gratification. Beneath the image of a self-absorbed pleasure-seeker she so vigilantly projected was a woman who cared about her subjects, a woman who cared about her empire. Below all the boredom and disdain, she was a woman who cared so deeply it frightened her. Bithia needed exactly what she had: two strong men to stand by her side and show her that she alone could rule.