by Ariana May
"Fuck me, Master," Emery whimpered, arousal growing anew. "Please..." Even though he wasn't fully hard, he wanted the sensation of Jericho pounding into him.
Though he began to rock into Emery a bit faster, Jericho answered, “Not today. We can fuck some other time. Today is for making love to my Emery.”
Emery whined in protest but began moving with Jericho, slowly lifting his hip to rock with Jericho’s shallow thrusts. He reached up to pull Jericho’s head down to his, capturing his master’s mouth in a kiss.
Jericho allowed Emery to draw him down, but soon took control of the kiss. He plunged his tongue past Emery’s lips entwined it with Emery’s tongue, sending shivers of soft pleasure down their spines. Jericho rocked and kissed, running his hands along Emery’s arms, gently caressing. Leaning back from the kiss, Jericho reached down between them with one hand to give Emery’s shaft a few long slow strokes, bringing the boy back to full hardness as Emery moaned in response. Jericho dipped his head down again and swallowed Emery’s moans with another tender press of lips.
Emery raised his hands to clench them in Jericho’s hair, holding his master’s mouth to his as the cock inside him slowly drove them both towards ecstasy. “Jericho!” Emery gasped, his voice muffled by Jericho’s lips. “Jericho! More. Please, more! Love you inside me. Please Jericho.”
Jericho leaned back to his face was inches above Emery’s, watching the pleasure storm through the orbs of Emery’s glass eyes. “Gods, Emery. Feel so good around me, taking me. My Emery. My Emery.” Jericho leaned in for one more deep, passionate kiss.
“Please, Jericho, Master,” Emery begged. “Faster, more.”
Jericho leaned back to allow himself better leverage sped his pace. This thrusts were still slow and sensual, but faster and targeted to hit Emery’s prostate with every stroke. When Emery’s mewls of pleasure reached his ears, Jericho shifted his hands to grasp Emery’s in his own. Jericho rotated his hips in slow, gentle circles as he thrust.
Rocking his hips to meet Jericho’s thrusts, Emery clenched the muscles of ass around his lover’s cock as it reached its deepest point within him, as if to hold Jericho there inside him. As pleasure swamped him he held tight to Jericho’s hands, his lover’s name falling from his lips between moans and groans.
As Emery’s ass squeezed his cock, Jericho thrust faster. His voice became a litany of “Emery, my Emery” as pleasure rose to peak. In and out he rocked, pressing harder against Emery’s prostate and gripping Emery’s hands tighter. When Emery’s body trembled on the edge of orgasm, Jericho forced himself to slow, ignoring the urge to thrust to completion. Instead he held them there at the edge of orgasm for one moment, then two. Finally, unable to hold off any further, Jericho snapped his hips forward hard and fast. On the fourth stroke, Emery cried out Jericho’s name as orgasm rushed through him, warm cum splashing between them. As Emery’s ass spasmed around him, Jericho managed two more deep thrusts before his own orgasm overtook him. “My Emery,” he gasped once more as he held there spilling his seed deep inside his lover until he collapsed, spent, into Emery’s arms.
CHAPTER TWELVE
When they came down from their passion, Jericho pulled Emery up and over to the pool for a bit of skinny dipping. They passed the remainder of the afternoon frolicking lazily in the water. Skinny dipping was something Emery had never seen as worthwhile but his time that afternoon swimming, floating, and splashing with Jericho caused him to re-evaluate his position. By the time they finished and toweled off, he found himself hoping that they’d be able to do it again. It was a fun finish to a very delightful afternoon.
Afterward they retired to Jericho’s quarters for dinner with Damien and Daven. The ‘double date’, as Emery silently referred to the evening went well. Both ‘couples’ were fairly cuddly throughout the dinner and as they lingered over dessert. Emery found it highly enjoyable to spend an evening discussing music and philosophy with handsome and intelligent young men while sitting comfortably in Jericho’s arms. And from the blissful look on Damien’s face as he leaned against Daven’s chest, Emery thought his new Damien-shaped friend felt much the same way. Watching Damien and Daven, there was simply no denying that the two older boys were very much in love. It was, he felt, nice to share an evening with them as two couples in love, and somehow the fact that they were all lovers didn’t make that at all as weird or awkward as one might expect.
After talking long into the night, Damien and Daven retired to Damien’s room and sent Quentin in to sleep with Emery and Jericho. Thus, Emery spent the night peacefully in Jericho’s arms with Quentin’s head pillowed on his chest. In the morning, Emery woke feeling warm, comfy, safe, and just a bit amorous. He was about to wake the men he shared the bed with and suggest that they have some fun with Quentin’s daily punishment when the Harem valet entered the room in a rush.
When Emery nudged Jericho awake, Miller stepped up to the bed. Miller spoke apologetically but with a sense of urgency. “I’m sorry for waking you, Your Highness, but the King wishes you to join him and the Trade Minister for a meeting immediately.” Miller winced as he braced to deliver further bad news. “The page indicated that his majesty does not seem to be in a good mood.”
“Very well,” Jericho sighed. “Thank you for the message, Miller. That will be all.” When Miller left, Jericho hugged both Emery and Quentin tight. “You’d best be on your way, you two. Shame, I had such delightful plans.”
Emery and Quentin rose from the bed and intercepting Jericho as he rounded the bed on his way to the shower, kissed him goodbye, Emery passionately and Quentin with a shy enthusiasm. Afterwards, Emery and Quentin quickly dressed and getting out of Jericho’s way, made their way back to their rooms to start their days.
With a free morning ahead of him, Emery waylaid Theo during breakfast to see if the handsome, broad-shouldered boy had time to give him a healing lesson. Theo readily agreed, eager to get to know Emery better. The two of them settled into Theo’s room, snuggling together on Theo’s bed with a well-cared for but also clearly well used healing text. “Did you cover any of this with your mother?” Theo asked as they paged through the initial chapters.
“Some of it. Just the basics though. I was only eight when she was killed.” Emery smiled sadly but fondly as he spoke. “I picked things up fairly well I guess, but I was pretty young and we had so little time before she was killed.” Emery paused a moment, a distant look crossing over his face as he remembered the lessons. Shaking the memories away, he continued, “Anyway, maybe you can quiz me a little and see where I am.”
Theo complied and quizzed Emery on his knowledge. Emery knew much of the early material in the book. His mother’s teaching a few lessons on first aid from Sebastian’s healers served him well in that regard. Theo made a show of rewarding correct answers with a half hug or in a few cases, a half-shy kiss on the cheek. It was, to Emery’s mind a lovely motivator. Eventually, they ran out of material Emery was familiar with and they were just about to get to filling in the gaps in Emery’s knowledge of the basics when they were interrupted by a harried Damien knocking and entering.
“Oh, good. There you are, Emery,” Damien said, stress clear in his voice. “Master Jericho needs to speak with you immediately. You’ll have to continue this later.”
Emery rose from his place on the bed. On top of the stress he detected a touch of annoyance, though not directed at Theo or himself. Concerned, he responded, “Of course, Damien. Is there a problem?”
Damien sighed, “The King is being his typical self. Master Jericho will want to tell you.”
“On my way then,” Emery said, kissing both boys on the cheek on his way out the door. He hurried through the harem to Jericho’s chambers, where he found his master directing Miller in packing a bag from the walk-in closet. “Master? Damien said you wanted to see me?”
“Emery,” Jericho said, his voice weary. Jericho walked over to Emery and taking his arm, guided him out into the sitting room so that they wouldn’t be overheard. Once alone,
Jericho leaned into Emery, pulling him close. Jericho stayed silent and simply hugged Emery, as if taking comfort in their embrace.
Worried, Emery spoke up and asked, “Is something wrong, Jericho? Damien said something about your father?”
“As you might imagine, the King was not pleased having Magus Smoke rampaging through his palace last week and executing his favorite scribe. He can’t do anything about it politically as the Magus was quite within her rights and well...no one in their right mind raises an objection when she’s that enraged. Still, my father has made his displeasure known. There’s a trade mission to Moore for the next week. Crown presence isn’t needed as your friend Corrington can more than handle the King of Moore. In fact, sending me along will result in a boring and pointless trip for me. Not to mention, a complete waste of my time. Time I’d rather be spending with you. However, as my unofficial and unstated, but nonetheless clear, punishment for my role in Rhys’ rescue and recovery, I’m being sent on the trade mission. And since my father knows I like to stay close to a new boy, I’m only allowed to bring one of my staff.” Jericho paused, tilting in his head to Emery’s and hugging the boy tight. “That wouldn’t be a problem if I could take you, and gods, I want to take you. I...I don’t want to be parted from you so soon...or ever. But...”
Emery cupped Jericho’s cheeks in his hands and said, “But you need that one to be Damien. He’s your assistant as much as he’s head of your harem. Your father will expect you to be fully on the top of your game despite your presence being unnecessary, so you’ll need your usual assistant.” Emery snorted. “I’d wager the King even intimated as such, just be certain.” When Jericho nodded sadly, Emery offered a reassuring smile and added, “I understand. I’ll miss you, but I’m glad Damien will be there to take care you, of my Jericho.” Emery pressed his lips to Jericho’s in a tender kiss, and for a moment they simply stood there, savoring the embrace.
“Thank for understanding.” Jericho kissed Emery again and smiled adoringly. “I’m placing you and Daven in charge of the Harem while Damien and I are gone.”
“Me?” Emery asked, surprised. “But, I’ve just joined the harem. Won’t the other boys object?”
“I don’t think so. I want you to be able to play with any of the boys while I’m gone. I want you to get to know them better. This way you can. I don’t think they’ll object to that,” Jericho said as he winked at Emery. “In fact, I know they won’t. They want to play with you. I've had requests.”
“Oh?” Emery inquired breathily, both surprised and flattered.
“Yes. That’s another reason I’m putting you in charge, along with Daven. If I don’t, his first directive once I leave will be for you to spread your pretty legs so he can fuck you.” Jericho slipped his hands down to cup Emery’s ass, caressing gently. “You can fuck my boys all you want. In fact, I encourage it. What’s mine is yours. I’m just not ready to share this ass as of yours yet though.” With the last words, Jericho squeezed Emery’s ass. “Not with anyone other than Damien. And truth be told, I’d rather watch you fuck him than the reverse.”
“How possessive of you,” Emery smirked fondly at Jericho as Jericho’s words warmed his heart. “I like that. I think I like that a lot. Don’t worry, I’m all yours.” Emery paused to kiss his Master, long and deep. With a flirtatious flutter of eyelashes, he asked, “So do you have any suggestions for just who I should play with this week?”
“Hmmm...” Jericho murmured, considering. “Quentin, of course, if he comes around to the idea. Remember that you can release him from the chastity if he asks to be fucked. Alec wants to paint you, I believe. You could have a very fun afternoon with that. Oooh, I know, you should have Thom show you our little playroom, and have him demonstrate the toys on himself.”
“Playroom?” Emery asked, his voice breathily rising in pitch. He had seen the room, Sebastian called his playroom and the contents were a bit overwhelming to consider. He wondered if this would be similar.
“Yes.” Jericho smirked up at Emery before capturing his mouth in a quick kiss. “Nothing serious, just a few useful pieces of furniture, assorted bindings, and a selection of toys.”
“Are...Are you sure you don’t want me to wait until you get back for that?” Emery stammered.
“Not really,” Jericho said. “I don’t actually use the room very often. I prefer a more intimate setting generally. Some of the boys really like it though, so I let them use it as a reward every now and then.” Jericho waggled his eyebrows at Emery. “And I suppose that it is good for certain bits of group play.”
“I’ll...ah....keep that in mind,” Emery managed to get out as erotic images danced in his mind.
“Take Kai with you. Thom hates being at Kai’s mercy in there,” Jericho said mischievously. “In a loves to hate it sort of way, that is.”
“Loves to hate it, Master?” Emery asked, just a bit apprehensive.
“Kai has such a cute puppy dog quality to him most of the time. It embarrasses Thom to fall apart at a puppy’s hands.” Jericho winked suggestively. “But then it also turns him on like you wouldn’t believe. Thom enjoys sex a great deal, but he makes a point not to beg for it. Half hour in the playroom with Kai and he’ll be begging for Kai’s cock and yours. And just as importantly, deep down he'll love being forced to beg. Try it. You’ll have fun, I think.”
“We’ll see,” Emery whispered. Breathing deeply, he tried to clear the images racing through his mind and straight to his cock. On the seventh breath, he looked suspiciously at Jericho. “Master, are you trying to distract me from the fact that I won’t be able to be in your arms for the next week?”
“Just a bit,” Jericho said, smiling at Emery. Noting Miller coming out with a packed case, Jericho kissed Emery gently and added, “I have to go. Damien will have informed the other boys of what’s happening. I’ll miss you, Emery. My Emery.”
Emery hugged Jericho tightly and pulled him to a tender kiss. “I’ll miss you too, Master. So much.” Emery kissed Jericho again, this time more passionately.
They stood there, kissing and unable to let to go, unwilling to take the actions that would part them until Damien entered the room and cleared his throat. “We have to go, Master.”
Reluctantly, Jericho pulled away from Emery. “You’re right Damien. Good b...”
“No goodbyes. I’ll see you in a week, Master.” Emery yanked Jericho back for another hard, fast kiss, then hugged him close and whispered into his ear, “I’m never saying goodbye to you.”
“In a week then, Love,” Jericho whispered back. Sadly, he pulled away to join Damien at the door.
Emery followed Jericho over to the door and pulled Damien into warm embrace, planting a quick kiss to the older boy’s lips. “Take care Damien. Of yourself and of our Jericho.”
“Always. And you help my Daven watch over our boys. And have fun.” Damien took just a moment to kiss Emery again, longer and deeper this time. His hands slid down to cup Emery’s ass and to discreetly slip something into Emery’s pocket. “Be sure to tease Daven for me. He was really looking forward to directing you to his bed until I told him you were in charge with him.” With that, Damien pulled away and they were gone.
***
Emery spent the rest of the morning in Daven’s room discussing harem business and rules with Daven. Keeping Damien’s request in mind, Emery made a point of snuggling into Daven’s side during their discussion, his head on the older boy’s shoulder. They reviewed the harem rules and the degree to which they typically relaxed the rules when Jericho was gone.
“I’ve found it’s best to maintain the scheduling system even though Master isn’t here to call boys to him. You and I will fill in for Master Jericho in that respect.” Daven informed Emery. “It keeps the harem rhythm going and the guys are always up for sex. The first time I was left in charge, I didn’t call on anyone at first and believe me, they let me know that they wanted service duties resumed.”
“I’m guessing you didn’t mind
that at all,” Emery said, winking suggestively at Daven.
“No,” Daven admitted with a lascivious smile. “Being able to call any of these handsome boys to your bed is the best of perks. And they expect it and want it, so I just go ahead and enjoy it. You should be sure to have one of the guys in your bed every night. Which I admit is why it’s smart of Master to make us both in charge. You’ll be able to get to know everyone more fully and more quickly this way. Believe me, everyone will be happy about that. They really want to get to know you better. And, I admit, I’m a bit disappointed that I can’t just order you to my bed.”
Emery tilted his head up and kissed Daven on the cheek. “You could still ask, though I should warn you, I’ve been ordered to do all the fucking this week.”
“I might just do that,” Daven said tilting Emery’s chin up so that he could kiss the boy gently on the lips. “But for now, we have to discuss just how much we’re going to relax the harem rules while Master Jericho is away.” A knock sounded on the door and Daven called out, “Come in.” As Thom and Renton entered the room devoid of clothing and knelt, Thom before Daven and Renton before Emery. “And while we do, I’ve arranged some inspiration for us. I hope you don’t mind.”
Emery took in the sight of the naked boys before them and grinned at Daven as arousal filled him and tented his pants. “Not at all. Sounds like a great idea.”
Daven nodded at Emery’s agreement and leaned down to run his hand through Thom’s hair. “Go ahead, you two.”
Renton and Thom reached up to free Emery and Daven from their pants and bending their heads, got right to work, licking and sucking eagerly. Emery found discussing things like allowing sleepovers and increasing the orgasm limit to two per day while having his cock sucked by the handsome dark haired boy to be a rather interesting experience, but nonetheless, it was a productive and very, very enjoyable meeting.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN