“And receiving priests and taking mass? Thinking about the taste ofmeupon your tongue?”
“Nikolai, don’t! I am not such a heathen as you. You are a shockingly bad man. I might have to banish you. One wave of my hand, you know, and you’ll be gone.”
“Oh, really? Try it!” He did. It didn’t work, and I made him try it many times, whilst I proved to him that I was, indeed, still there. But I was close to spilling by now, and I did not want to waste it, if he wanted to try this new thing. It was not new to me, but I had the sense of all more experienced lovers not to point this out to him just then. It would not have been well received—discussions and explanations possibly having to follow.
With a look for permission, he eased my breeches down. I lay back, arms folded under my head to stop myself forcing him. Being held and pressed on is extremely unpleasant, as any man will tell you who has indulged in this activity. I felt one tentative touch of tongue to tip and rose in an arc, back bowed, groaning in shocked pleasure. I had done this before, but not withhim. My reaction gave him all the encouragement he needed. He opened his mouth and took me in.
I have had far more experienced men bring me to conclusion in their mouths but never one who gave me such intense pleasure. Unskilled, he broke off to ask me how and where, and I showed him. Innocent, he asked me what, and I tried to explain to him how it felt as he moved and changed position and worked anew to give me pleasure. I’d never been consulted or engaged before, and it was the most erotic thing I have ever experienced: this beautiful man concentrating entirely on my cock, my spill, my delight. For that time, I was the king and he my subject, and both of us reveled in our new roles. When I released, I eased him off and held my cock to spill upon my belly. Not all men like to know the taste of another’s seed, and I did not want him to feel a failure if he was one of these. Instead, I let him spread me around on my hard belly and play. I was entirely sated and content to lie there with his fingers trailing through the glistening mess.
I held him in my arms as we ate our food, leaning back against a tree, legs stretched side by side toward the fire. His hair was in my face; it had never smelled so sweet before. I commented on this, asking him if I should call him Alexandra, to which he replied that I could try—as I already had two death sentences hanging over my head, one more would not matter.
I could not work this out. One, I could fathom; after all, I was fucking the king. Death indeed. “Why two? That seems harsh, sire.”
“You are a deserter, Niko. I have not signed your discharge papers from the army.”
“Oh. Are you going to?”
“I can’t. I’m not head of the army anymore, remember?”
“Well, who can sign them?”
He chuckled. “No one, until I appoint a new head. Isn’t it wonderful how much power I have?”
“Perhaps you could use some of it and pass me the wine. So, three death sentences… I am favored of the gods. Is there not a myth of a great warrior who could not die, and he kept getting killed in war but then reviving only to have to fight and die again?”
“I’ve never heard that, but it would make a good story. How sad. What happened to him when he grew old? Imagine living forever but getting older as well. You would shrivel to nothing.”
“Rather like me now you’ve sucked me dry.”
He chuckled. “You’re not shriveled, and you’re not nothing even when soft, so stop fishing for compliments. I am a king and do not have to compliment my minions—or their cocks.”
If he’d wanted to be punished for calling me a minion, he was disappointed. I was too content sitting with him in my arms and smelling his hair.
He sighed. “I expect they are frantic by now. What are we to tell them when we return?”
“We are not returning. I am kidnapping you and taking you to the ends of the earth. I will build us a cabin by a stream, and I will teach you to hunt—”
“I know how to hunt!”
“Not my way, and don’t interrupt, or I won’t tell you the best parts.”
“Is this one of your theories?”
“Not at all, it is all quite real. I have a map and plans and—”
“And we both know how well our plans work on first contact with the enemy. But go on. I want to hear the good parts.”
“Hmm, well, we will hunt and fish and make our own clothes.” I ignored his derisive comment on this as he showed me the new lace on his cuffs. “You can still be a king if you want, but you will only have one subject, so I fear your kingdom will be very small. I think I will appoint myself master of the bedchamber.”
“Surely if I only have one subject in my very small kingdom, then you will be everything, will you not?”
I smiled into his hair. “All right, then. I will be your everything.” I slid my hands down to his lap and began to slowly unlace him, kissing the back of his neck as I did. He twisted his head around so I could reach his mouth, and I tasted this at the same time as my cold hands found his cock.
He stilled my hands and whispered into my mouth, “Show me how it can be done, Niko. I was not skilled, but I want to get better. Suck me.”
I should have taken this invitation calmly, laid him down and showed him how expertly these things could be done, but I did not.
I fell upon him, overwhelmed with need. I had been thinking about the feel and taste of him in my mouth for so many months that it did not feel like a first time. I was entirely home. I took him very deep: right to the back of my throat. I knew by his sharp cry of delight and shock that he had never even thought this possible. He was in an awkward position to get him deep enough, so I made him stand against the tree. I knelt to him. This position, me kneeling to him, him the king, added some extra spice I had not planned. It was incredibly erotic. I could stretch my neck and take him down a very long way, and Aleksey was well blessed in his member. I worked him hard, holding his slim naked hips in my hands. He was gripping the trunk of the tree so tightly his nails had whitened. If we had been discovered at that moment, I think we would both have demanded they wait until we had finished, although my demand would have been muffled.
