I stared at Drostan as he carefully removed the chains before tossing them into a corner. After I was free, he tucked the blanket back around me, and then headed out of the room. I closed my eyes and drifted back to sleep. I wasn't sure if he was genuine or if this was just another part of his twisted game, but I was going to take the rest and comfort while I could.
I woke quite awhile later when a soft sound alerted me to the presence of another person in the room. I opened my eyes to find a stunningly attractive man standing before me. He had bright blond hair sweeping back from his pale forehead, and a pair of soft, gray eyes. He was bare-chested and sleekly muscled; like a ballet dancer. When he noticed me looking at him, he smiled warmly.
“Hello, Riley,” he said.
That was it; two words, and I was his. I would have done anything he asked of me. In the back of my subconscious, I knew that something was wrong, but I couldn't bring those protests to the surface. I just stared at him and smiled.
He came forward and drew back the covers. I was completely naked, but I didn't mind. I just waited patiently as he stared at my body for long moments. Finally, he inhaled appreciatively and smiled wider.
“My name is Anjel,” he said as he held a hand out to me. “It's a pleasure to meet you, Riley.”
“Angel?” I asked as I took his hand. “That's appropriate.”
“No.” He chuckled. “Ann-gel.” He sounded it out for me. “King Drostan sent me to give you a massage.”
“He did?” I asked in surprise. “How nice of him.”
“Indeed.” Anjel smiled wickedly. “I have a table set up in the library. Come with me.”
“Okay.”
I followed Anjel into the small antechamber just outside of the bedroom and then through the door on the right. Anjel opened the door and led me into a spacious library. It was lined in floor-to-ceiling bookshelves except in two places: a strip where the fireplace resided and a wall of mullioned windows at the end of the room. Anjel led me to a silk draped massage table set within the curve of the windows.
“Lie down, Riley,” he said. “Face down; there's a cradle for your face.”
Anjel helped me onto the table, and I got comfortable. Just lying there felt nice, but when he laid oily hands on my back and started kneading my sore muscles, I went liquid. Anjel was an expert; all of the tension from the past few days drained away under his magical hands. My body trembled with the release; I'd been wound that tight. I breathed deeply, and the scent of violets played with my already-foggy senses. It was absolute heaven, and I was completely relaxed when Anjel's hands started drifting into intimate places.
Anjel's hand had skimmed up my inner thigh and brushed my sex. My eyes jerked in surprise, and I flinched
“Just enjoy it,” Anjel purred as he placed a reassuring hand on my lower back.
I relaxed and did as he suggested. As soon as I did, Anjel went back to stroking the inside of my thighs; working his way steadily up. He eased my legs apart, and I felt his fingertips brushing me gently again; a light, teasing touch. Then he drew back and rubbed his hands over my ass; massaging me thoroughly.
“Turn over, please,” Anjel said.
I immediately flipped onto my back and stared up at him with heavy-lidded eyes. Anjel's eyes were softly glowing, and as soon as I saw them, I relaxed even further. He smiled as he ran his hands up my legs; massaging me as he went. I melted; my legs falling open on their own. Anjel nudged them even further apart with his strong strokes. Then his magical hands coasted over my sex and rubbed up my belly. I was beginning to want him to touch me in forbidden places; crave it. Every light movement just made me desire him more.
Anjel moved around the table to stand behind my head; sliding his hands up to my breasts. He dripped warm oil over the mounds of flesh and then rubbed it in slowly. I closed my eyes and sighed in pleasure as he began to knead my breasts; circling my nipples to rub them between his fingers. And then his mouth covered one, and my eyes popped open. Anjel was bent over me; his chest holding my head down. But I could see his jaw working as he sucked greedily on one breast while he massaged the other. I moaned, and one of Anjel's hands slipped down my stomach and over my sex. His fingers worked me expertly; massaging the outside of my pussy with a kneading motion as he continued to suck on my nipple. Then he slid his middle finger inside me and started to rotate it. I rolled my head back against his erection, through his loose pants; I wanted more than his finger inside me. Anjel rubbed himself against me for awhile, but then he straightened as he eased to my side. He continued to work my womanhood as he undid the ties of his trousers. His sleek member popped free; its tip glistening and begging for my mouth. I turned toward it, licking my lips.
“A royal concubine sucking my cock,” he murmured. “I saw what you did to our king, and I can't wait to feel that mouth on me. Or that tight pussy milking my shaft. Would you like me to fuck your pussy, Riley?”
I nodded eagerly; every word he spoke sent me further into desperation.
“And this little puckered hole,” he went on as he pulled his fingers from my pussy and rubbed the wetness over my asshole. “I'm sure that King Drostan has already taken you here, but I could make it far more enjoyable for you. Would you like me to shove my long, hard cock up your ass, Riley?”
Anjel's finger slid up my ass and I writhed on it. I was just about to say yes—that he could do whatever he wanted to me—when he disappeared.
I heard some disturbing sounds, but I couldn't focus on them. I was too desperate to have sex; my mouth salivating as my pussy dripped onto the silk sheet. Then Drostan's face entered my line of sight; his eyes concerned and angry all at once.
“Riley?” He asked urgently. “Can you hear me? Riley, I'm so sorry. Things here are worse than I'd thought if that Gancanagh doesn't respect Drostan enough to stay away from you.”
“Drostan?” I moaned. “Aren't you Drostan?”
Drostan blinked and glanced away. “Yes; of course I am.”
“Drostan, I need you,” I whispered as I went for his belt.
Drostan took one look at my aroused state and started to help me undress him. He was naked within moments, and then I had him in my mouth. Oh, the sublime pleasure of it. I licked and laved at him; the salty-sweet taste of him exciting me even further. I loved the feeling of that silky skin against my tongue, and the weight of his balls in my hand. Then Drostan shifted up on the table—keeping his cock firmly in my mouth—and positioned his head over my sex. As he began to pump into me, he lowered his mouth to me. I cried out around his cock as Drostan licked me wildly.
