by Ann Jacobs
The eunuch sucked her clit harder, flailed the delicate bud with his tongue. Emerald wanted more, wanted to feel her Master’s tongue and hands and naked flesh on her, in her. She swallowed reflexively against his rigid cock, and he rewarded her with a groan that sounded as if he was in exquisite agony.
The royal eunuchs can give you pleasure…in ways I cannot because I wear the mask.
Why wouldn’t he take off the mask? Why did he insist on covering his magnificent body in the leather that felt warm, alive against her hands? She didn’t mind, but instinct told her his own smooth, hot skin would feel even better.
Emerald recalled the glimpse she’d had of him last night, the perfect beauty he now hid from his father’s subjects and from her. She was his mate now, not some sex slave from the emporiums or a sexbot from Pak Song’s extensive inventory. She’d persuade him to remove it later. At the moment she had a better use for her mouth. And the royal eunuch had a magical tongue that had her on the edge of yet another climax.
Her pussy clenched and contracted wildly as she sucked her Master’s cock dry and swallowed his hot, thick cream. She barely missed the lack of that cock stretching her spasming cunt—but then how could she miss it, when one royal eunuch nibbled her clit while another reamed her ass with a dildo that felt remarkably like a smaller, cooler version of her Master’s magnificent cock.
Chapter Three
Arik had come three times during the ritual mating, yet his cock was still rock hard and ready for more when he lifted his princess from the dais and carried her to his tower. He laid Emerald on his bed, atop the velvet coverlet. She slept on, her surprisingly dark eyelashes forming a pattern against the creamy skin beneath her closed eyes, her full lips slack.
His gaze fell on the icy brilliance of the collar that marked her as consort of the planet’s royal heir, and he noted the stark contrast between the white diamonds and platinum, the red gold and emeralds in the chain that joined her nipple rings and her fiery pelt of closely cropped curls. Light and bright. Hard and soft. He longed to strip away the leather that was his personal prison and feel with his hand and body that which he would only allow himself to touch with his cock.
He wouldn’t do it because he intended to keep her. Wanted her to take him willingly again, as she’d done earlier. Gods but he hated the idea of having to restrain his lover. He’d done it too many times in the pleasure palaces. He’d even hooded his partners so he wouldn’t have to see the revulsion in their eyes. It was his fate to hide behind the leather, his prize that the concealment seemed not to repulse his princess.
At least he could feel the creamy heat of her cunt surrounding his naked cock, hear her cries of pleasure when she came. Standing over her now, watching the slow rise and fall of her breasts, Arik sent silent thanks to the gods that he’d not been totally blinded, that he could stroke her visually, imagining in the deepest confines of his mind how her ivory skin would feel—warm and incredibly soft against his naked flesh. His nostrils flared at the scent of her that permeated the chamber—the scent of woman and arousal and fulfillment.
His cock rose again against his belly. He had to feel her warmth, experience her woman’s softness. With his good hand he reached down, slid his fingers through those fiery shorn curls. Perhaps…perhaps he could free his hand from the leather glove, learn by touch if the short springy curls felt as soft as they looked.
Without thinking, he reached behind his head for the lacings. Then he remembered. He’d insisted that the leather garments be fashioned in such a way that once Hikaru had laced one onto him, it was there to stay until the eunuch appeared in his chamber each evening to remove it for the night. Its only opening that he could control was a small zippered slit at the crotch through which he could empty his bowels when the need arose—and the removable leather cock-sleeves on his everyday bodysuits that he could wear or not as the occasion dictated.
He had deliberately ordered that his bodysuits include a glove that would cover his hand. Now he regretted that because he wanted so much to touch his mate’s creamy skin, her soft, curly hair.
He hadn’t wanted to flaunt the scars that had sent strong men running for the latrines. He still didn’t. His scars that brought tears to his father’s eyes. It suited Arik to flaunt the leather and the hook with its limited functionality, for it reminded his father every day that he had tried to kill his own flesh and blood.
More important, Arik had no desire to look upon himself, compare his undamaged left side with the devastated flesh on the right.
He raised his prosthesis and moved it toward the glove on his hand, struggling to move the muscles in his damaged arm that caused the hook to open and close. Cursing silently, he finally caught the glove and stripped it off, freeing his hand.
Almost afraid she’d waken and run away in terror, Arik reached out and touched her satiny cheek, felt the softness of her hair. When she began to stir, he withdrew and lifted his bare hand to the right side of his face, feeling the sunken hole where his eye had been. That served as a stark reminder of the ugliness that lurked behind the mask. The sight of it, he knew from experience, terrified children and sent grown men running for cover. Not even for the tactile pleasure of running his fingers through his mate’s inviting curls, of stroking the ivory expanse of her belly, of dipping between her thighs to feel the warmth and wetness there, would he risk sickening her by exposing to her what he bore stoically as evidence of his father’s shame.
“Shall I waken her for you, my lord?” Hikaru asked. “Or would you have me ease you?”
If Hikaru roused her, Arik feared he’d give in to the compulsion to indulge his sense of touch beyond a mere caress for the first time since he’d wakened in an Eastphalian clinic, more dead than alive, to see pity on the faces of those who tended him.
“No. She needs her sleep. Carry her to her chamber, go cleanse yourself, and return to me. I’ll pass the night outside my leather prison, and I’ll make use of your ass to ease my lust.” It was the least Arik could do to provide the only sexual pleasure left to this royal cousin who served him with unfailing devotion, especially on this night.
Hikaru bowed low, his forehead brushing the plush carpet before he placed a kiss on one of Arik’s booted feet. “Yes, my lord. I will be forever grateful. You may trust me to care for your princess as I care for you, and to hasten with my preparations and return quickly to you.”
Once Hikaru left, Arik grasped his cock, felt it pulsing with life beneath his hand. What did seeing him swell with lust at the sight of his mate do to the royal eunuchs whose bodies were forever denied arousal and release? How did they feel, knowing they were so sexless their uncle, the king, deemed them completely trustworthy to prepare and arouse the crown princess of Obsidion for her prince’s pleasure?
Arik imagined it must pain them to realize that while they licked and stroked his princess and plumbed her tight ass with their false cocks, they could never experience the lust that had been so evident in her eyes, in the creaming of her cunt and the swelling of his own eager cock.
Over and over during the long day’s mating ritual, the royal eunuchs had witnessed Arik fucking Emerald. They’d had to watch while she brought him to climax with her mouth. They’d been forced to stand by, experiencing vicariously the sort of sexual pleasure they’d each been denied forever with the cruel slice of a surgeon’s laser scalpel.
Yes, Hikaru deserved whatever puny release Arik could give him. No doubt his three cousins would even now be massaging each other’s prostate glands, ass-fucking each other with dildos as they’d done to Emerald earlier.
Arik reached into the drawer beside his bed and drew out a condom and a tube of lubricant he’d brought back from one of his rare trips outside the palace to the Sex Slave Emporium where he rented the occasional willing female to ease his lust.
One thing about being less than whole—he had to plan safe sex well in advance. Opening up a condom with a hand and a hook wasn’t something he’d be able to manage t
hrough a haze of lust, especially when he couldn’t use his teeth. He barely got the job done and laid the condom beside the lubricant before he heard Hikaru’s footsteps in the hall.
Clearly, Hikaru had hurried. Water still glistened on his hairless skin, beaded on his prominent nipples while he unlaced Arik’s hood first and then loosened the laces that snaked down each side of the garment from his hands to his feet. Cool air made his skin tingle as Hikaru exposed it inch by inch. His queued hair tickled his shoulders. He tried not to wince when the hood fell away, but the slightest pressure on his crushed facial bones still sent shards of agony darting through the damaged nerves.
His body, seen only by his father and Hikaru since his return, reveled in the freedom from confinement. When he’d first come back to the palace he’d refused to leave this chamber, declined to receive anyone but the king, not even the royal eunuchs.
One day Hikaru had stationed himself outside Arik’s locked chamber door and shouted out for all to hear, “My lord. You’ve lost your beauty and your eye, you’ve got a hook for a hand, and you don’t move about as gracefully as you once did. So what? We’ve all lost our cocks and balls, and our freedom. Open the door and let me in. My brothers have chosen me to be your body slave.”
If Arik had possessed the strength when Hikaru had uttered those hurtful words, he’d have snatched up the impertinent slave and heaved him through the tower window. He hadn’t, though, so he’d merely sat and nursed his fury, until he’d realized the truth of what Hikaru had said. Then he’d opened the door to a soft-skinned, hairless creature who apparently took pleasure in flaunting his status as royal eunuch by using a large diamond-studded crest of the House of Obsidion not only to cover the indentation where they’d cut his cock and balls away, but also to secure a thin, flexible, acrylic tube through which he apparently passed his urine. The creature was, yet was not, the carefree younger cousin with whom Arik had spent much of his childhood.
Since that day they’d bonded—the royal eunuch and the crown prince—as custom decreed, yet more. Hikaru became Arik’s only friend. The only soul, other than the king, allowed to see the bitterness he wasn’t yet ready to relinquish. Arik smiled down at Hikaru as the slave undid the last of the laces and worked the tight leather garment down and off.
Arik stood, balancing on his good left leg while Hikaru kissed his feet. He sighed when the eunuch began to stroke his scarred calf and thigh, imagining it was Emerald’s slender hands on his flesh, soothing away the pain that never completely subsided. “Ahhhh, you have magic hands. Do not stop.”
Hikaru didn’t, but tonight he did something he’d never done before. Arik held back a moan when he felt a warm, wet tongue bathing his ball sac and then sliding along his half-hard cock, licking and nibbling much like Emerald had done earlier. Hikaru’s hands slid upward, found Arik’s nipples and began to pinch the sensitive nubs.
It felt good. Too good. Arik reached down and caught Hikaru’s smooth skull between his hand and his hook. He pictured his princess’ short cap of curls, imagining how they’d feel against his fingers if he dared caress her this way.
Gods but he was about to come. And this was supposed to be for Hikaru. “Cease, slave. I want to fuck you now.” When Hikaru stood, Arik positioned him over the bed on all fours, butt in the air, then reached on the table to retrieve and put on the condom he’d opened earlier. “Spread your ass cheeks for me.”
Arik smeared lubricant on his sheathed cock and worked a large glob of it into Hikaru’s asshole, still cool and damp from the thorough internal cleansing he must have performed. When Arik rubbed his cock around the rim of Hikaru’s ass, the flesh gave way easily and sucked his cock head past the tight sphincter muscle. Fuck but it felt good, sliding in and out of the tight hole, his naked balls slapping Hikaru’s soft crotch while he clutched the eunuch’s ass cheeks.
Naked flesh on naked flesh. Arik’s cock swelled further as he imagined kneading Emerald’s plump breasts while he pumped in and out of her cunt, or her ass. She’d be tight…so tight there. Soft and womanly. Caught up in his fantasy, he slid his damaged arm higher, catching one of Hikaru’s prominent nipples carefully between the prongs of his hook and giving it a playful tug, the way he’d love to do to her.
Harder. Faster. Hikaru reared back and took Arik’s cock to the balls into his slippery ass. “Oh, my lord, thank you,” Hikaru said when Arik found and prodded his prostate, his tone one of wonder and gratitude.
He’d learned quickly that even a eunuch could experience a sort of orgasm through prostate stimulation, and knowing he’d given Hikaru a climax made Arik so hot he lost control. Mindless now, he concentrated on the building sensations that bombarded his cock and balls. Couldn’t hold back. He had to come. Now.
“Don’t move.” Grasping Hikaru’s hips, Arik slammed into his ass once, twice. With the third powerful thrust his cock spasmed and began to spurt hot semen, bathing his own sheathed flesh with creamy heat.
Chapter Four
Emerald blinked at the blinding light of the morning sun, trying to get her bearings. She shaded her eyes with her hands then looked around again. Her first impression had been right. This wasn’t the chamber where she’d fallen asleep in her Master’s leather-clad arms last night, the one with a west-facing window where she could look down and see her father’s house. The window that had framed her prince in all his perfection the night before their mating.
She was a princess now. And this room was obviously part of her prince’s tower. A lady’s chamber, like those she’d read about in ancient tomes? Perhaps royalty did things differently than commoners who fucked together and slept together.
Well, that was about to change. She’d submitted her cunt to her royal Master—she’d loved every minute of it, too—but that didn’t mean she had suddenly become another royal slave, unless it was in her Master’s bed.
She pressed a button on the bedside console, stretching and reflecting on the delicious soreness between her legs until one of the royal eunuchs stepped through the door and lay facedown on the floor beside her sleeping couch.
“Up with you. Where is Prince Arik?” All this subservience got annoying pretty quickly.
“In his chamber across the hall, my lady.”
“Then I will join him there.” Swinging her legs over the side of the brocaded sleeping couch, Emerald started to get up but hesitated when the eunuch hesitantly cleared his throat.
“I would not, my lady. My lord does not receive visitors so early.”
“Visitors? I am not a visitor. I am his royal highness’s mate. Who are you to tell me I cannot go about this palace as I see fit?”
The eunuch cast his gaze downward, studying the toes of his bare feet with apparent fascination, but when he spoke his voice held the ring of command she’d have expected only from someone of the royal blood. “I am Hikaru, royal eunuch and personal slave to Prince Arik. He has charged me with dressing you before you descend with him into the great hall. And it is on his order that I must prevent you from joining him unless he has need of you.”
That pronouncement made Emerald seethe, but she rose and forced what she imagined was a regal smile. “We must begin, then. I’ll assume you’re as talented a lady’s maid as you are a personal pleasure slave.”
Hikaru shrugged then shot her a mischievous smile. “We shall see, my lady. Take a seat here by the window and we will get started.”
She’d never felt quite so pampered. Beginning with her toes and moving up the outsides of her calves and thighs, the slave massaged warm oil from the sweet olive trees on Earth into every square inch of her skin. Unlike her maid at home, he had long, strong fingers and a sure touch that was more stimulating than relaxing, especially when he spread her legs and worked his magic along her inner thighs and the outer petals of her sex.
An exotic-looking creature, Hikaru seemed oblivious to her feminine charm. Of course he was. He was a possession, different from her only in the fact that he was neither male nor female�
�a sexless servant who could arouse but apparently not become aroused himself.
A pity. Emerald’s juices were flowing. She wanted release—had to have it before she faced the courtiers. She reached down and stroked his cleanly shaved scalp and his ear with its diamond stud. “Service me now,” she ordered, and when he dipped his head between her legs and tongued her clit she pressed his hands hard against her breasts, needing to feel the tug of the nipple rings and the chain between them.
So wet. So hot. She wanted her Master’s cock in her cunt, her mouth, her ass. When she moaned, Hikaru began to tongue-fuck her, his warm mouth and methodical stabbings more soothing than arousing. He plucked at her ringed nipples until they swelled and hardened. She’d never been so aware—aware that she needed the man in the room across the hall. Her Master, who in one short day had spoiled her with his monster cock and taught her there could be no substitute for it, not now. Not ever.
Emerald no longer wanted to come. Not like this. Not without her Master. She wanted him to be the one to stroke and pet her, to arouse her with his tongue. “Stop!”
Hikaru sat back on his haunches, his head bowed. “I know what you need, my lady, and I wish I had it to give. Come now, and I will dress you to meet the king’s faithful subjects.”
Shame washed over Emerald. “I am sorry.” Surely it must pain this sweet, young eunuch who was once a royal prince to look at himself and see winking diamonds on a royal crest, instead of male genitals.
“Don’t be. They gelded me when I was nine years old. Though I’ve pleasured powerful men of the court, yesterday was the first time in my life I fully understood exactly what joys were taken from me.” He fell silent as he picked up a pair of scissors from the dresser. “Don’t worry. I’m only going to even it up. Prince Arik insisted that your hair be cut short, not shaved.”