Chapter 6
The days following their consummation passed in the suffused glow of their mutual discovery and the warmth of the tropical sun. Her private cove now served as a favored retreat for the three of them during the day. Tallon stayed with her until she went to the sanctuary in the evenings for her Oracle duties, and Danar took frequent breaks from his obligations to visit. In addition to his role as her Personal Guard, Danar oversaw security for the entire island and the Topaz Oracle Office, including the command of a small contingent of soldiers. The nights passed in a sensual haze, with the three of them sharing the enormous bed in her quarters. They loved separately, all three together, and sometimes her Consorts just cradled her with their bodies and murmured sweet words of adoration.
The island remained quiet and peaceful with the acolytes still away. The remaining staff kept to their discreet routine and left them the illusion of privacy. They frolicked in the mild surf, loved on the sand, and spoke of their dreams for the future as they got to know one another.
Ankhet stretched languidly on the sand at the water’s edge, her heart swelling with love for her Consorts. The security and bliss of their devotion gave her a confidence she’d never known.
And the pleasure… Ah…
Despite her satiation and a pleasant soreness in muscles newly discovered, her body readied itself for their possession at the mere thought, her nipples tightening, belly fluttering, and her cunny softening and growing wet. They demanded so much, apart and together, yet still she craved more.
Propping herself up on her elbows, she watched Tallon swim naked in the cove, bronzed muscles flexing as he cut through the sun-kissed water with powerful strokes. Water droplets sparkled upon his hair and body like a spray of diamonds. Her heart lurched as he looked up to catch her staring at him, flashing a devastating, wicked smile. She smiled back, offering a brief wave before her hand found its way to her breast, wishing for his touch instead. The gentle surge of the advancing tide washed up over her legs, sliding in between, and just kissing her nether lips. A soft gasp escaped her mouth. Without conscious thought, she cupped her breast, and then squeezed the nipple as she pressed her legs together to ease the ache.
Her eyelids fluttered shut and she tipped her head up to the sun, biting her lip to keep from crying out in arousal as another surge of the tide pushed between her legs, teasing and frustrating her at the same time.
A cool shadow moved to cover her, and she opened her eyes with a start to see Tallon, standing before her in the shallow surf, strong legs planted a shoulder’s width apart. Water coursed off him, running in rivers channeled by the planes of his physique. His fierce, tawny gaze swept over her.
“Spread your legs.”
Complying, her breathing quickened, and she licked her lips as she lowered her own gaze to take in his golden body with a bold erection rising from its nest of bronze curls. She longed to lick each bulging vein, and the blunt tip with its sensitive underside.
“Now lie back.”
She lowered herself to the sand, her nipples now painfully tight.
“Draw your feet up and bend your knees.”
She did as he bid, the action opening her fully to his view and to the tender caress of the surging water. She writhed at the decadent, unbearable tickle. He seemed to understand the naughty thrill she enjoyed at his command—both he and Danar understood and shared in that enjoyment. The gods blessed them with this rare attunement, and a moan escaped as another wave swept in to pleasure her with its caress. She lifted her hips in unspoken entreaty to Tallon.
“What is it you wish, my temptress?”
“Ah, Tallon. You know.”
He moved to stand between her legs. “I wish for you to tell me.”
Despite her disciplined nature, born of her station, she still struggled with persistent moments of shyness, but her lovers would have none of it. They required absolute abandon to their sensual dominion and to her sexual and emotional fulfillment, a goal she achieved only in giving utter fulfillment to both of them. “I want to touch you. I want to please you in any way you desire. I want you to touch me.”
His loving chuckle answered her. She would have her wish, but she must earn her reward.
“Greedy woman. Do you trust me, sweeting?”
“Yes, you know that I do.”
“Then, let me watch you pleasure yourself right here. I want to see what brings you fulfillment.”
She started to protest. “Oh, Tallon—”
“To please me, Ankhet.”
Just the right combination of question and order, his words sent her spiraling upward into passion’s embrace. Of course, she’d do whatever he asked. Already her heart pounded in anticipation, a faint sheen of perspiration covered her body, and want coiled deep in her belly.
“Touch yourself.”
As another frothy wave swept over her exposed cunny, sending shivers of delight all the way to her toes, she pressed her fingers to the aching button at her woman’s opening and massaged with slow concentration. Instead of assuaging, her touch only intensified her need. She closed her eyes and arched her back, longing for Tallon’s talented fingers, his lips, his tongue… She moaned aloud, imagining his attentions, yet sweet oblivion eluded her.
“That’s it, my love. Show me more. Slide three fingers of your other hand inside you.”
Thick with desire, Tallon’s voice wove through her consciousness, sweet and enticing like warm honey, yet frustrating her. She needed his touch.
Her need so great, she disregarded the slight embarrassment, and complied. Her fingers mimicked, yet provided a poor substitute for, the intimate touch of one of her men. As she worked toward her goal that which Tallon desired, she closed her eyes and pictured him naked, cock rampant and just about to mount her. He would slide into her, stretching her to accommodate his width, and Danar would be there, too… Another wave washed against her and she soared free, crying out to her lovers. The spasms shook her as she lay upon the sand, shuddering in the ecstasy of her peak.
“Beautiful.”
The rough voice reached through her dimmed senses to curl about her in hot, smoky waves. Danar. Her eyes flew open, to see him standing beside her, shedding his kilt. How much had he seen?
He chuckled as he took his engorged cock in his hand. “Yes, love, I saw and enjoyed the entire experience. I’m pleased that you obeyed Tallon in my absence.” He exchanged a glance with his Co-Consort. “Roll over onto your hands and knees, my Oracle.”
She complied, excitement coiling anew within her cunny, her nipples tightening in painful need of attention. They favored this submissive posture when they wished to watch the other service her. What might have been a source of anger or rivalry had become yet another source of arousal within their triad. Her men had discovered pleasure in watching the other enjoy congress with her. She enjoyed knowing the other watched when he did not join in. It titillated and enhanced the sense of their union. Her cunny creamed at the mere thought.
Danar’s solid warmth covered her bottom and he pushed her legs farther apart, thrusting inside of her without warning, plunging deep. The breath left her lungs in a whoosh, and she leaned forward on her hands as he drove fast and hard within her, his ballocks slapping against her backside in rhythmic countermeasure. Tallon, his own rock-hard cock, upraised and seeping pearlescent droplets, approached her from the front and fondled her dangling breasts, cupping and hefting them as Danar pushed her to the stars with relentless abandon. Her mouth watered at the appetizing visual he presented, as Tallon knelt before her and pinched her nipples in just the manner he knew sent sensation shooting through her core. She moaned in delight, yet needing release from the sensual torture.
“Yes, my love. Let Danar pleasure you. Let us pleasure you.” Tallon let go her breasts and pushed her head and shoulders toward the sand with gentle firmness. She settled her cheek on her arm, using it to cushion her face from the gritty texture, as Danar thrust into her, this new position permitting him e
ven further penetration. Her cunny wept, overstretched, yet slick and accommodating around Danar’s huge cock as he used it to push her to the brink, until ecstasy neared her grasp.
And then he stopped.
She gasped in disbelief, and wanted to weep with frustration. She needed him to take her to her release and beyond, pumping into her through her final spasms and shooting his seed into her. She tried to buck back against him, but he and Tallon held her in place. She needed…
“Shh… Easy, my Oracle.” Danar ran his hands over her buttocks in soothing strokes.
“Please, Danar. Please give me everything.”
“You must learn patience, my Oracle.”
She strained back against him, willing him to move within her once more. She’d been so close…
He did not relent, making her wait. “Easy, love.”
“Danar…” Short, shallow breaths burned through her lungs. She licked lips, dry from her desperate pants. “Please.”
“As you wish, my lady.” He dropped forward on his hands atop her, nipping at her shoulder and then thrusting into her with such force he moved her forward on the sand.
“Ah…” A rough groan escaped and she clamped down with her internal muscles, attempting to keep him within her. But, like quicksilver, he withdrew till only the tip of his member remained within her. She wanted to wail in her loss, but he didn’t keep her waiting long.
“So many years I’ve waited, my beloved. I’ve longed to do this. Dreamt of it.”
“Oh, yes, Danar. I, too.”
Coherent speech escaped her as he moved within her body, fast and strong, lifting her up amongst the clouds. “Tallon?”
“Yes, my heart. I’m here. Watching.”
Tallon’s hoarse, lust-filled words took her to the heavens and beyond, until she burst free to float upon the celestial plane, her scream of ecstasy ringing out across the beach. With a deep growl of satisfaction, Danar drove harder, faster, seeking his own release. As it came, he roared aloud and she moaned in delight at the hot spurt of his seed.
Weak and shaky after he withdrew, she allowed him to turn her until she lay on her back upon the sand, breathing hard. They did not allow her time to relax in her boneless oblivion. Danar immediately moved to her head and pulled her arms up, forming human manacles. “What are you doing?”
Tallon laughed as he knelt between her legs, grasping her ankles, lifting and positioning them to either side of his head. “Our tryst is not concluded, my Oracle. I have waited most patiently for my turn.” He drew lazy circles upon her lower belly with the tips of his fingers. “So beautiful, and so beautiful in your passion. I long to see that particular expression upon your face again.”
Again? “No, Tallon. I couldn’t possibly. Not so soon—”
Danar clasped both her wrists within one palm, and pressed a finger to her lips. “Yes, you can.” Gentle amusement tinged his voice as she tugged against his hold.
She stopped with a gasp, as he fondled her breasts with his free hand. Her nipples hardened, and the tingles of desire curled through her womb once more. Danar pinched a nipple between his thumb and forefinger, and as she arched her back in response, Tallon slid home within her. “Ahh… Oh!” Indescribable pleasure flooded her senses, as always when she enjoyed the attentions of both men.
“Do you wish me to withdraw, my Oracle?” An impish smile tilted the corners of Tallon’s mouth, as he slowly pulled his cock from her. “I wouldn’t wish you to have too much—”
“No!” Alarm thundered through her at the idea of remaining in such a frustrated state. She tried to push closer to him, but between Danar’s hold upon her wrists and her elevated legs, she could hardly move. “Tallon!” He couldn’t leave her this way.
Danar pulled sharply upon her arms, stretching them both above her head. “Ankhet, remember your vows. You do not rule in intimate situations, unless we choose to let you.”
Her heart thundering in her ears, and the ache in her cunny so sharp she thought she’d perish, Ankhet pleaded for forgiveness. “I remember, Danar. Please!” Over her head, she saw him nod to Tallon, who grasped her legs firmly.
In an instant, the first slick, satiny glide of his cock took her upwards on a journey of discovery, of delight. He thundered in and out of her, the slap of flesh upon flesh joining with the lapping of the water at the edge of the cove, and the call of the sea birds to make erotic music just for the three of them. Higher and higher he took her, under Danar’s approving eye. She grew light-headed as she approached the pinnacle, crying out in soft, breathless gasps. Tallon, recognizing her state, reached between them, to caress that special place.
“No.” Danar’s voice rang out in the quiet cove. “Take her all the way.”
With a smile, Tallon withdrew his hand and grasped her buttocks, adjusting his angle of penetration.
She moaned, mourning the touch that would not come at first, and then screaming her joy as his probing shaft touched something deep within, a spot that produced such extreme bliss, her eyes watered at the wonder of it. She loved the hard grip of those hands on her buttocks, the hard cock deep within and the firm grasp of Danar, holding her helpless to enjoy it. Their location under the mother goddess’s brilliant blue sky and upon the beach where they might be observed at any moment added to her pleasure.
“Oh, Tallon.” Overwhelmed by the sensual feast, Ankhet burst through the pleasure veil, embarking on a cluster of powerful climaxes joined at the end by Tallon. The three collapsed upon the beach, sweat-slick, replete, and sublimely happy. If only they could lock out the rest of the world forever to savor their budding union, and this unique, sweet paradise of their own making.
Chapter 7
A rare, cool evening wind rustled through the tropical trees, disguising the scrape of the wooden vessel’s hull against the rocks of the deserted cove. The moon’s absence provided cover from any who might chance to see his arrival on this side of the island, far from the Oracle Complex. Timon, Chief Acolyte to the Topaz Oracle, leapt nimbly from the small sailing ship to the sandy beach. The glimpse of familiar blue garments, illuminated by a small lantern within the tree line, alerted him to the presence of his lover, Sarri. Irritation flashed through him. He’d warned her not to bring a light. Discovery could ruin everything he’d worked so long to achieve. Timon’s position as Ankhet’s most trusted advisor and leader of her lesser assistants gave him crucial power over the Oracle. It would not serve him well for anyone to catch him with the Oracle’s handmaiden. Reminding himself of Sarri’s key role in his plans, he drew in a few calming breaths.
A grim smile twisted his deceptively pleasing features. The silly cow fancied herself in love with him. Their long-term relationship still suited his needs, otherwise he’d have disposed of the woman. She irritated him, always hovering and mooning about, but she proved invaluable as his tool within the Oracle’s inner circle. She did his bidding without question and provided a ready receptacle for his seed on this uncivilized island. At first, he’d planned to retire in the city with his fat reward bonus once he’d fulfilled his mission for the Federation. Then he discovered the secret of the Oracles, and the nature of Sarri’s lineage. She would be the ultimate weapon for the downfall of the Oracles and the key to obtaining their power. His brilliance and service would secure his future within the hierarchy of the Federation.
He’d always dreamed of taking a wealthy, highborn wife. Someone like the Topaz Oracle herself. Resentment twisted his gut as the servant woman rushed to greet him. Had Ankhet but accepted him as Consort, she need not have fallen victim to the crazed outsider they tricked into destroying her.
“Timon, I’ve thought I’d go mad without you these long weeks.”
He forced himself to return her embrace and kisses, before questioning her. “What of the Oracle, my love? Is she well?” Excitement welled in his belly, anticipating news of the fruition of his plot.
“Of course, Timon. The bitch is always well. Taken care of like a cosseted pet. It’s
not fair that I should be forced to toil at menial tasks while she reclines in luxury.”
Sarri’s whine grated on Timon, and he’d expected a much different answer.
“The blood of the Oracles flows through my veins, as well.”
His tight rein upon his simmering rage nearly slipped. “We’ve been through this before, my pet. You know the laws of succession are very specific and your origins are less than legitimate.” He fought a slight frown of distaste. “We must have a care that we present your case in the most favorable light possible. This will require precise planning and timing.”
Sarri frowned, waving her hand in the air in petulant dismissal. “Yes, yes. I understand, but I grow weary of waiting.” She twined her arms about his neck. “Much has happened while you’ve been away, my love. Can we not discuss this after I’ve had the chance to fully greet you?”
Anger and frustration seethed in his belly. He’d expected to return with his plan neatly executed. Now his problem still lacked a solution, and the other acolytes could return at any moment. His window of chance grew narrow. The trader must have failed in his mission. He’d seemed a dangerous enough sort, and set on his objective. What could have gone amiss?
He grabbed her arms with bruising force and shook her. “What has occurred?”
“Timon,” she gasped. Fear warred with desire in her breast, he knew, evident in her breathless entreaty, edged with the faint tremor of fear, even as she moved closer. She needed his darkness, yet recognized the very real danger. “Please.”
“Tell me, Sarri.”
She pouted, rubbing her arms the instant he let go. “The Oracle has taken two Consorts.”
Timon froze in shock. He couldn’t have heard right. Keeping his voice low and even, he demanded clarification. “Two Consorts?”
“Yes. It astonished me enough the old prune found one, let alone two. All within the span of a single day.”
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