“Mmm, feels so good,” Aria moaned, wiggling and squirming as if settling into a comfortable armchair.
The movement made the bulge in her abdomen shift slightly and a faint groan could be heard from her husband.
“Dinky gets so deep inside me,” she confided to Kaitlyn, leaning closer as if sharing a secret. Her breath smelled of sweet wine and fried meat. “I just love being filled all the way up. Don’t you?”
The question was brazenly personal, but Kaitlyn didn’t care at that point—she’d drunk too much of the warm cinnamon wine and her filters were gone.
“Um, sure—yes, I love it too,” she heard herself say, the words slipping out too easily. “Unfortunately, my last husband had a tiny little penis,” she added, spurred on by Aria’s conspiratorial tone to reveal something she would never normally talk about. She held her thumb and forefinger about four inches apart. “I mean, like this.”
“Oh no—he had a teeny peeny!” Aria squealed, dissolving into peals of laughter that shook her whole body, and consequently, the cock buried inside her. Dinky groaned softly beneath her again.
“My love, please!” he begged.
“Oh hush, Dinky!” Aria slapped his arm and turned her attention back to Kaitlyn. “Did you get rid of him when you saw the husband you have now? I mean, of course you did—you really got yourself an upgrade, didn’t you?”
“Yes, I did,” Kaitlyn said, nodding emphatically. Her mouth was still moving but the wine was doing the talking now. “I mean, I’ve never been with anyone as big as Braze,” she went on, the admission feeling dangerous and strangely liberating. “He really stretches me out inside.”
As she said it, she felt the thick shaft between her thighs give a distinct, hard throb, as if in agreement. Reaching down, she grasped it and began stroking. She normally wouldn’t have acted this way but everyone else was and when in Rome… Also, the wine made it seem like a good idea.
“Oh, I just love that feeling of having my pussy really stuffed full!” Aria cooed, rocking her hips in a tiny, circular motion that made the bulge in her stomach move hypnotically. “It feels so good to be really stretched out on a nice big cock.” She giggled, shooting a sly look at the Empress. “Not that Her Majesty would know.”
The Empress gave her an indulgent smile.
“Now, Aria, you know my feelings on that matter. I prefer to have many concubines over just one husband. And how can I let a man penetrate me unless I marry him? I find this arrangement much more satisfactory.”
She punctuated her statement by threading her fingers through the hair of the concubine who was still lapping industriously between her thighs and grinding against his face with a possessive moan.
Just then, without warning, the great glowing crystals embedded in the vaulted ceiling dimmed. A second later, they flashed once in a blinding white strobe that seared Kaitlyn’s vision. Then they began to pulse in a rapid, disorienting rhythm—bright, dark, bright, dark—accompanied by a deep, drumbeat that vibrated up through the stone floor and seemed to shake her very bones.
The sound was a physical pressure in her chest, and the strobing light made the surreal scene around her jerk and flicker like a broken vid-feed. It was jarring, aggressive, and instantly headache-inducing.
The main entertainment was about to begin.
15
BRAZE
Sexual agony had become a country that Braze now inhabited. His entire world was reduced to the flesh of his cock, and the maddening, rhythmic friction being applied to it.
Kaitlyn’s hand—her small, elegant fingers—were wrapped around his shaft beneath the cover of her gown and the slit in her panties. She wasn't just holding him still anymore. She was stroking him—a slow, absent-minded, up-and-down motion, her palm cupping the head on each upstroke, and her thumb brushing the sensitive slit, now leaking a constant stream of pre-cum that made the motion slick and effortless.
It was like she’d forgotten she was doing it. The touch had a reflexive, almost unconscious quality to it, as if her body—independent of her mind—had decided this was a necessary action.
Braze wondered, through the haze of need, if it had anything to do with the amount of that spicy smelling wine he’d seen the servants pouring into her goblet with relentless frequency. Her posture had softened, and her words had grown looser and more candid with the woman beside her called Aria. At this point, he was pretty sure Kaitlyn was no longer sober—not even close.
But either way, what she was doing was driving him to the brink of sanity. Each stroke was a sweet, torturous promise that went nowhere, thanks to the unyielding ring at his base. His hips wanted to buck—to thrust up into her hand. Even more, he longed to drive himself up into her tight, hot channel—to fill her pussy to the hilt.
It would be easy enough—she’d gotten plenty of his precum on and in herself earlier when she’d been rubbing his cock against her inner fold—so she would be more than able to take him. With one hard thrust, he could be knot-deep inside her, plundering her sweet little pussy and making her moan his name, Braze thought hungrily. And then he would be working his knot into that tight little cunt of hers…stretching her open so he could fill her with his seed and Bond her to him forever…
Wait—what was he thinking? He couldn’t take advantage of his charge that way—and he certainly couldn’t Bond her to him. They were already breaking all kinds of rules and protocols sitting this way and being so intimate—he was supposed to be her Protector, not her love-toy or her mate.
Get it together—if you’re not careful you’re going to fuck everything up! he mentally shouted at himself. If she wants to touch you, you just have to take it. She’s the Mistress in this situation, after all. And you know Mistress Lovelyone put you through worse. It’s just been a long time since you were in the submissive role—you’ve forgotten how to act.
So in spite of the way Kaitlyn continued to stroke and tease his cock, he held himself still by sheer force of will. His muscles were coiled like steel springs and a low, continuous growl came vibrating up from his chest but it was lost in the noise of the hall.
But even as he grappled for control, Braze was drowning in sensation. Every nerve ending was focused on that one point of contact…on the slide of his Mistress’s skin against his…on the damp heat he could feel radiating from her soft little pussy, just millimeters away.
Then the lights changed.
