Snippet Saturday: Favorite Intimate Moment
Saturday, May 15th, 2010
“What’s going on?” she asked when the silence continued to stretch on.
Kirel didn’t answer at once. Apprehension curled in her belly. Where had he gone, and why was it taking so long?
He approached from the other side of the bed, startling her when the mattress dipped beneath his weight.
“Sit up.”
She did as she was told without protest, her heart hammering a steady beat in her chest.
He slipped a length of fabric around her eyes and tightened it, knotting it behind her head. Nelina barely had a chance to gasp as the shadows that had surrounded her field of vision darkened to an impenetrable sea of black.
“The Tradition demands that the future queen meet three important criteria.” His breath warmed her cheek as he spoke.
Nelina fought to keep her voice impassive. “Not that it matters, but what are they?”
“First, she must be able to learn from others. That’s why the Guardians are instructed to teach her certain skills she must then display to the Fates and the citizens of Aris.” He tugged at the laces holding her blouse tight at the base of her throat. She felt the fabric loosen around her breasts then slip away altogether as he unlaced the bindings and slipped the two sides of the fabric on either side.
“Sexual skills,” she whispered, guessing where this discussion was headed.
“Precisely.” He rolled one of her nipples between his fingers.
Goose bumps broke out over her skin and she fought back a shiver. “All—all of the Guardians?”
“Yes.”
Remembering the strong bodies pressed against her in the carriage caused her sex to moisten. All three of them…at once? The thought was almost too much to bear.
“What else?” she asked when she could trust herself to speak.
“The future queen must also be able to obey without question, without protest. That’s something else you’ll be taught.”
A nervous chuckle escaped her throat. “Good luck with that one.” Yet despite the ludicrous statement, desire swirled low in her belly, adamant for release. Cream slipped out from between her folds, slicking her thighs. “Is that it?”
“No.” Kirel moved to her side and gently pushed her back on the mattress. Her breasts quivered, the extended peaks throbbing for his touch. “Most importantly, she must be able to share herself body and soul with the king…and with the people.”
“You mean she’ll—I’ll—have to fuck other men in front of an audience?”
“The Guardians,” he confirmed. “We’re the only ones allowed to touch you. By sharing yourself with us as you give your body and your heart to the king, you’ll prove to the Council you’re ready for the responsibility of ruling Aris. And you’ll bring the blessing of the Tradition down upon us all.”
“And if I fail?”
Kirel hesitated. “You won’t.”
“If I fail,” she repeated, “what happens then?”
“The Fates hold your future in their hands, as they do all our destinies. If you refuse to go through with the Trials, or if you don’t complete them to their satisfaction, they’ll choose your punishment themselves. Whatever they devise, you can be sure their retribution will be two-fold. Not only will they discipline you for your failure to obey them, but they’ll also want to deter all other women who may one day be granted the same privilege you seem to care nothing about.”
She pressed her lips together, unable to reply. She needed a moment to process everything he’d told her. The information he’d shared hadn’t changed her mind about what she had to do. If anything, it only reinforced her goal. She had to get out of here as quickly as possible.
There was no way she’d go through with this mating ceremony, no matter what the Fates decreed. The last thing she wanted to do was marry a virtual stranger even if he was king!
Kirel lifted her skirt. The movement of the fabric caused a light breeze to stir the curls at the apex of her thighs. It felt cold against the slickness that had gathered between her pussy lips and she trembled slightly.
She pressed her thighs together, though she knew he couldn’t make out much in the darkness. Besides, he’d already seen much more, though she doubted he remembered most of it. Memories of their lovemaking had probably fled his mind as quickly as memories of her. She couldn’t fool herself into thinking otherwise.
And if everything he’d told her were true, unless she could find a way out of the castle, she’d have to endure acts much more humiliating than this at the hands of the king’s men.
Her pussy fluttered. Gods, the thought was much too arousing! Her stomach muscles rippled as she fought to keep a shiver from stealing up her spine. How perverted was it that she craved the dark, lustful things of which Kirel had spoken?
As if reading her thoughts, Kirel let his hands travel up the inside of her thighs, his fingers questing amidst the crisp curls that masked her damp arousal. He found the heat hidden within her core and probed the pouting lips of her cunt. Her slippery juices coated his skin as he dragged his fingers through her slit.
Gods, he must know how badly she wanted this. Wanted him…and…and the others.
Her heart hammered a steady beat against her chest. Blood roared in her ears, drowning out everything but the sound of her own panting breaths. Parting her legs wider, she arched her back and instinctively pushed her hips forward, seeking the stimulation of those long, tapered fingers deep inside her ultra-sensitive passage.
Kirel’s sharp hiss filled the room when he delved into her tight channel. Her pussy squeezed down on the intrusion that filled her. It grasped the long fingers and pulsed around them while Nelina panted and squirmed, matching the determined thrusts with circular movements of her own.
“You’re so wet,” he murmured. “Tell me this is all for me.”
The words lodged in her throat. She dragged in a breath then another. “Think what you will.”
His soft chuckle slid through her body like a caress. “Fair enough.”
He pushed inside her and then withdrew, varying his rhythm until she quivered, perched on the edge of climax. When he pulled out of her completely, she cried out, her pussy fluttering madly with intoxicating need.
He thrust into her again, this time with the dry fingers of his other hand while he brought her cream up to her lips and slipped it into her mouth. She savored the musky taste of her wetness on his skin and sucked greedily at the fingers he slid between her lips.
She imagined it was his cock she devoured, though her pride wouldn’t let her ask him to turn the fantasy into reality. Oh how she’d loved to suck and lick every inch of his erect shaft. With languid strokes, she did it again now, transported back in time by the fevered probing between her legs and the fingers in her mouth.
He had only to touch her swollen clit lightly and the pleasure that had been steadily building inside her expanded and burst. The climax poured through every part of her with a fury she couldn’t remember ever experiencing. It spread outward, rushing from her groin through to her extremities with waves of delicious agony.
Her pussy contracted, spasming with eager, desperate need, convulsing in ecstasy. The fingers slipped from her mouth, allowing her to scream her pleasure.
“Kirel! Gods, yes! Yes!”
Her cry echoed off the stone castle walls and reverberated in her ears along with a second groan—a heady, masculine one. The pressure on her cunt eased as Kirel’s fingers slipped out of her. She felt the mattress shift and knew he’d risen.
“Good night, Nelina.”
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If you enjoyed this small glimpse of Kirel and Nalina and would like to read more, pick up ALL THE KING’S MEN in print or ebook format.
And don’t forget to check out the other wonderful Snippet Saturday excerpts being shared today:
Mari Carr
TJ Michaels
Ashley Ladd
Shelley Munro
HelenKay Dimon
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