Page 92 of Warrior Kings


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“Masturbate. You know… do it yourself. Or, hell, do it to each other.”

“Do what?”

What the actual fuck? Do they really not know this? How can a dozen courtesans not know they’re perfectly able to pleasure themselves?

That fucking prick. Of course Aurus would keep them in the dark regarding such matters. His arrogance is such that he’d want to be the only one to give these girls any kind of pleasure, regardless of whether or not they might want some on a night when it’s not their turn. Or maybe they do know what to do, but he simply forbade it.

“I don’t know about here, but on Earth, if a girl is aroused and does not have a partner to give her pleasure—or want him to—she can give it to herself. There are all kinds of ways. There are even toys specifically designed for the purpose.”

“How?” Lenah’s former expression of disdain has been replaced by a shy curiosity. She wipes her brow. Poor thing.

I have to fix this.

I clear my throat. “Wherever your partner touches you… you can touch, too. Replace his fingers with your own fingers. You can even find objects which are shaped like… his… you know, his member. Rod.” Considering these are courtesans, they’re oddly reserved when it comes to actually discussing the mechanics of sex, so I’m trying to be circumspect in my language.

“His what?” Lenah asks.

I give a little cough. “Cock.” The Betas around me all shudder, and a few let out more moans. Gah, this is awful. I’m definitely going to teach them to get themselves off, if I have to show them how to do it myself. “You can even make or find an object that’s the right shape—some vegetables on Earth are perfect, in fact—and use that to stimulate yourself..”

The women are all looking at me like I’ve just invented fire.

“Touch… myself?” Lenah says.

“Exactly.” I motion for everyone to take a seat, and find a large pouf for myself to sit on so they can see me. Then I spread my legs. “You can touch anywhere you like,” I announce. “Some people do it in bed, others in the bath. You can experiment. But this is what I like.”

With twelve pairs of eyes fixed on me, I slide my hand down over my breast. This is not what I imagined doing this afternoon. I want a bath and a nap, but I’ll be damned if Aurus is going to punish these women because of me.

He’s going to fucking regret it.

“You can take it slow. Or go faster.” I let my hand wander over my belly and then settle between my legs. “But I like to rub right here.” I begin to rub in a slow, circular motion. “Like this,” I say, hiding my wince. Even my fucking clit is bruised, it seems.

I stop. All the Betas are staring at me.

I raise my chin. “Now you try.”

Lenah goes first. She tosses her head back, haughty as a queen, and spreads her legs wide. Her bold eyes skewer mine. “Like this?”

“Yup.” I refuse to be intimidated. I stare back at her as she places her hand at the apex of her legs.

Her whole body jolts. Bright spots of color flare on her cheeks. Her mouth opens on a gasp, then she moans.

As one, the rest all mimic her movements. One or two let out long, lowing moans.

Crap. I forgot the most important part. “Um,” I blurt, “this is usually something people do when they’re alone. Not with others watching.”

Most of the Betas aren’t paying attention. A few writhe on their chaises, their legs scrabbling as they rub furiously. I try to avert my eyes, but the same movements are being mimicked all around the room. It’s like being in a hall of mirrors.

“And it will result in a… culmination?” Silki’s blushing to the roots of her hair.

“It may take a little while to work out what feels good for you, but sure, there’s no reason why it shouldn’t.”

Cries echo around the room as several Betas find their sweet spots. Whelp, that didn’t take long. I should have known they’d all be a quick study.

Except now I’m in a room full of masturbating ladies. The scent of lust on the air is a heavy perfume. My own nipples are hard, and my clit is throbbing despite its bruised state. Dammit.

But the light flush and blissed out expression on the ladies’ faces is worth it.

I rise up off my pouf, feeling suddenly out of place.