Tarth City, Palace District
Imperial Palace, Office of Her Majesty Rheyn Destoiya
Keeping pace down the hallway between two massive Kin Praetorian Guards, Alitus Vivaldi paused before the guarded entrance to Her Majesty's office. The enhanced human swept off his heavy veil and tousled a hand through his hair. Betters were required by law to cover themselves in public. But since he'd once been the pleasure slave to Her Majesty and then served as her personal assistant for several years, this was one of the few places in the palace where he could show his face and risk exposing others to his pheromones.
The two Praetorian standing outside the outer door opened it for him. Stepping through, Alitus bowed to Jarod, her new assistant, and his former one. He'd trained him well.
"Mr. Vivaldi!" Grinning, Jarod jumped to his feet. He recovered his dignity--barely--and bowed in return to the new minister of imperial intelligence. "Her Majesty has been waiting for you, sir." He led the way across the spacious, marble-floored office that had once belonged to Alitus and opened both doors. "Your Majesty, Minister Vivaldi has arrived." Stepping aside with a flourish, he gestured Alitus inside.
The double doors shut behind him, locking out the Praetorian who accompanied Alitus every place he went. Or who unknowingly guarded his veiled double, the "normal," Rudolf Brakovsky, who filled in when Alitus had undercover work to complete.
"Alitus." Rheyn Destoiya had been across the room, near a bust she kept of former Empress Destine Pietan--herself in a former lifetime. The Sempervian had been numerous rulers, judges, and officials in the Tarthian Empire over the past few hundred years. Magnificent in her stark black uniform and scarlet sash, she strode toward him, both hands out.
Alitus met her halfway, accepting her bare hands in his gloved ones and bowing over them. Had she summoned him for sex? When he'd been her assistant, they'd made love twice a day, minimum. Since he'd been her Minister, they'd had no time.
"Thank you for coming on such short notice, love. I want your advice on a project." She pressed her lips to his cheek.
No sex then. Good. Alitus kissed her back the same way. "I dropped everything the moment I heard you wanted to see me."
"Come and sit down while I fetch my guest."
Alitus sat in a wing-backed chair near her desk and crossed one leg over the other. The empress opened a rear door and motioned to someone. His mind skipped back to the last time she'd done this. That had resulted in him nearly breaking Rudolf's nose. Alitus waited to see what she was up to this time, and who she'd been hiding from Jarod and the Praetorian.
The man who entered was not as tall as the empress, his long blond hair tied back in a red ribbon. Alitus was on his feet and halfway across the room before becoming aware he'd moved. Why had the leader of the Rebellion dared to come here? Even with the obvious cooperation of the empress, venturing into the palace itself could earn his death. Praetorian were trained to shoot first, then ask questions. If questioning became necessary. Which it often didn't, to the Praetorian way of thinking.
The Sleeper, General Somnoll O'Venna, of the All People's Liberation Army turned toward him as Alitus approached. The androgynous Chiasmii was as much female as male, but called himself a he to fit human ways. Though about forty in appearance, he, along with the empress, had left the world Sempervia more than ten thousand years ago. His ready smile and mischievious-elf expression won a smile from Alitus despite his concern.
"Good to see you again, Alitus." He offered his hand.
Alitus accepted the firm grip. "You as well, sir. Though I'm concerned about your safety."
"Couldn't be helped, love." Her Majesty linked an arm through Alitus's and one through O'Venna's. "Come sit down, gentlemen. We have some plotting to do."
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Tarth City, Di Lusso District
Nizamrak Building, Penthouse Level, "The Loft"
Jawk had serviced two men at the same time before, but not while one of them watched and told him what to do to the other. And not while still dressed. Jawk was usually the first one to get naked. Sometimes the only one. Seeing Wulf spread out like this, a feast for his eyes as well as his mouth... As bare as a babe, his pubes shaved, Wulf's cock towered like a proud actor in a spotlight.
He was every bit as thick and long as Jawk had hoped. The rosy head shone with pre-cum, and a drop of it trickled down the underside. The clean, freshly showered smell of Wulf's skin made the base of Jawk's claws tingle. He inhaled the rich scent, unsullied by perfumes and colognes. The pleasant musk of a human male. These two had prepared themselves for a Kin's ravishing, and Jawk was not about to disappoint them.
Reining in a smile, he bit the inside of his mouth and let himself enjoy the sight of this captivating man offering himself.
"Anticipate the moment," his former master had often told him. "Take your time." How like Luc's words. But then, they were two of a kind, this man and Jawk's master. Former master. Jawk repeated to himself. This is my choice. No one makes it for me. He had come here knowing full well the bigger picture he was getting into. It had been his choice.
He rested both hands on Wulf's naked thighs. The floor beneath his knees had some give to it, as if padded, and it was warm, a sharp contrast to the coolness of Wulf's body. Wulf squirmed, his flat belly flexing. He arched his back. Luc's solid black eyes were taking in every movement his slave made, his face taut with desire.
Jawk bent down, pressed both hands around the shaved pubic area, and hooked his thumbs around the base of Wulf's cock. Bracing his elbows on the seat on either side of Wulf's thighs, he leaned in close.
WULF'S CHEST HURT from holding his breath. He dragged in air and tried to relax--just as Jawk touched him. He bit into his lower lip and shut his eyes. Anticipation of the Kin's scratchy tongue made the wait endless. His nerves felt like string, pulled to the breaking point and then plucked like a violin. He sucked in a shallow breath.
The first contact with Jawk's tongue felt like any human's. Warm, moist, firm. Normal. He relaxed his jaw. And then hot warmth dragged up Wulf's length, scraping sandpaper along with it. Wulf flinched and lifted his head.
Jawk gazed back at him. His eyes caught the light and flashed green like an animal's. He curled his tongue around the side of Wulf's shaft and tugged. Jawk scraped his tongue up the underside of Wulf's cock and scratched it across the tip.
"Oh!" Wulf jerked, arching his neck, his back rigid. He twisted. This hurt. Wulf sucked in air over his teeth, jaws clamped shut. "Luc! Stop. I need it to stop!"
Jawk hesitated, then resumed the gritty strokes. Luc wouldn't let him stop unless Wulf used his safeword. Wulf had never used his safeword. Never.
The Kin bathed every inch of Wulf's cock with a trail of stinging fire. As if his shaft had been flayed raw. Wulf squeezed his eyes shut.
"Luc, please, please stop." He tossed his head, rocking his hips to escape the punishing tongue. Jawk gripped him with both hands and licked harder. "Oh, God, please stop!"
His master leaned down next to his ear, holding his arms as he thrashed. "I must have your safeword, Wulf. Do you want to use your safeword?"
He shook his head.
"Wulf." Luc stroked his brow, shiny whiteless eyes full of concern. "We can stop, love. Say the word, and we'll stop. Tell me."
Yes, stop. Send Jawk away. Let me go. Let me out of here. Let me out! But that was not what Luc wanted, was it? He couldn't let Luc know what he wanted. Not anymore. Wulf shut his eyes and turned his head. He fought to breathe.
He tossed his head and whimpered. "It hurts!"
"Yes, it does." Luc pressed his mouth next to Wulf's ear. "Afterward, you'll be so sensitive, any touch at all will make you hard. You'll beg for release."
Heated tears trickled down his temple and into his ears. Legs spread and held forcibly apart, his arms pinned by Luc's weight, Wulf tried to evade the punishing licks. Jawk wrapped a fist around the crown of Wulf's cock and pulled downward to expose the inside of the tip. When he stroked his tongue across the glans, Wulf heaved upward.
Jawk stopped and pulled back.
Luc let go. "Wulf? Are you all right?"
Trying to catch his breath, he wiped a hand across his sweaty face. "I--need a t-towel."
Luc handed him a small one at once. "Are you all right, love? Did we hurt you?"
What do you fucking think! But he bit his lips, hard, and didn't speak. His cock felt like Luc had used his mini-flogger on him. This pain didn't ebb. It remained steady, hard as a migraine. While he lay there, the pain shifted to a deeper, sexual heat. His skin blazed. No aphrodisiac had ever come close to this. Or hurt like it.
"So intense." Wulf wiped his face with the towel. He lifted his head. The Kin had sat back on his heels, ears wide apart, lips pressed together. "It's-- I had to slow down a minute." He lay back on the chair and took a deep breath. "I'm ready to begin again."