“Yes,” I moaned.
“I enjoy that as well,” he said. “And that one; see how she touches herself to please her lover? I want you to do that too. I want to see how you make yourself come.”
“Okay,” I said breathlessly as I lowered my hand to my pussy.
“No,” he said softly. “Not now; I want you to do it later when I can appreciate it fully. I'm just pointing out the things I desire, and I hope that you will do the same.”
“Really?” I asked I began to search the multitude of lovers.
“Really.” Drostan bucked up into me. “What do you find enticing?”
“I like what he's doing to her.” I pointed to one couple.
The man was going down on the woman while she laid in the shallows. He had her legs spread wide and was laving at her with his whole tongue before sucking on her clit.
Drostan looked over at the couple and smiled. “You like your pussy licked? Well, that I knew. Anything else? Anything you haven't tried before that looks interesting?”
“I'm a simple girl,” I said with some embarrassment.
Maybe I would bore him, and he'd let me go.
“We'll have to work on that,” Drostan said as he lowered me to the ground so that I was on my hands and knees. “How about what they're doing over there?”
Drostan indicated a couple fucking on a shelf of rock. The woman was on her back—in nearly the same position as the woman in the shallows—but she had pulled her legs back to her chest. Her butt was lifted, and her lover was fucking her in the ass as he rubbed her pussy. Drostan teased my ass with the head of his cock.
“No.” I shook my head. “I told you; I don't like that.”
“Maybe it hasn't been done in a way for you to enjoy it yet,” he suggested.
I shrugged, and he eased his cock away from that hole to slip it into my pussy.
“What about that couple?” Drostan pointed as he ground slowly into me.
The woman was upside-down inside the pool; the water covering her to her waist. Her lover had her legs spread and hooked over his arms as he angled his cock down into her. Another couple was joining them; in a way. The other female licked the submerged woman's pussy as yet another male fucked the pussy-licker from behind; much as Drostan was doing to me.
“I'm not into women,” I murmured.
“And I'm not into men,” Drostan said. “So, I can understand your disinterest. All right; let's try one more time. I see a lovely tableau over there. The woman who's riding her lover backward. What do you think of that?”
“Won't it hurt you?” I asked as I glanced back at him.
“Not at all,” Drostan assured me as he slid out and laid down. “Would you care to try it? It would give me a beautiful view of your ass.”
I straddled Drostan backward and slid his cock into me. It felt odd; a different type of pressure than what I was used to. I leaned over his legs and lifted my hips off him before thrusting my pelvis forward again. The angle made the head of his cock hit my G-spot, and I inhaled sharply. Drostan was groaning; his hands spreading my ass to give him a better view of us coming together. I laid over him completely and rubbed my cheek against the prickly hairs on his calves as I continued to grind slowly down on him. Then I grabbed his legs for leverage and started to speed up.
“Oh, Goddess,” Drostan whispered. “That's amazing, Riley. Don't stop; I'm nearly there.”
I shifted back up so that I could go even faster, and soon, we were both biting our lips as we tried to contain our cries of rapture and keep our snooping a secret from the Asrai.
Chapter Ten
A week passed in sexual bliss. Drostan had become the most considerate and generous lover; to the point where it was difficult for me to remember that I was with him because of a bargain between us and not because I wanted to. I was becoming lost in the illusion that we were a real couple. Every morning, I'd wake to Drostan's slow, tender lovemaking. I'd stare up into his sapphire eyes and wonder when I had ever been without their beauty, and how I had managed to survive. After that glorious awakening, we'd breakfast in bed or at his dining table, and then bathe before we headed out of our chambers.
Sometimes Drostan would have to do kingly things, and I would wait on the side; reading a book or just having a glass of wine as I listened to him. His voice was mesmerizing; a warm honeyed tone that seemed to slide into places it shouldn't be able to go. And his fey face was so stunning that I could happily stare at it for hours; the way the light caught the silver in his skin, the way his cheekbones formed fierce shadows beneath them, or the way his lips twitched when he was amused—it was all fascinating. Yes; I know I had it bad. Which is why what happened next was so jolting.
We had gone to visit the Asrai again, and on the way back from the cave, I was snatched off the ground and taken up into the air. I screamed as Drostan shouted, but neither of us could stop my rapid rise of several feet; just out of Drostan's reach. I jerked my head around to take a look at my assailant and discovered a pale but attractive man whose white hair faded at the ends like dispersing clouds. He was more solid at his center, but as he moved, his extremities performed a similar maneuver to his hair; a sort of floating-fade. Was I being kidnapped by a ghost?
“Let her go, you sneaky sylph!” Drostan shouted.
