Wicked Empress:The Onic Empire, Book 4

by Anitra Lynn McLeod

  Bithia left the circle with her head high. With her two guards attending her, she made her way to the royal physician. She’d met the man once, when she’d first come to Diola. He’d been the one to prove her parentage. Bithia couldn’t remember his name, but he’d been as baffled as she had about her origins. He had known Clathia all of her adult life and he knew she’d never carried any child but her daughter Kasmiri. Which could only mean someone else carried Bithia. Someone had combined the elements of Clathia and her official consort then implanted the embryo into some unknown woman. But as to who and why? There still were no answers.

  Bithia walked along endless hallways, her decorative sandals slapping from her great strides, creating so much clatter she removed them and flung them aside. As she continued on now with only the pounding of her guard’s boots, she thought on her sister.

  When Bithia found out she had a half-sister she’d been overjoyed until she discovered her sister wanted nothing to do with her. Kasmiri refused to even meet her, let alone speak to her. Bithia had no idea why Kasmiri hated her without even knowing her. Bithia didn’t know Kasmiri, either, but her rejection still hurt. So far, not one member of her actual family had ever spoken a word to her. Bithia pushed the bitter emotions away. Right now, she needed strength. She would submit to this vindictive examination and then she would find a new protocol officer and then…she didn’t know.

  What if she couldn’t bond to Drahka a second time? What if there was some ancient rule that forbad her from ever taking a bondmate? What if any child she had, even a legitimate one, was so hated that the elite would refuse to follow their rule, or worse, they chose to simply kill them? After what she’d seen in their eyes today, she had no guarantee they wouldn’t just assassinate her.

  Overwhelmed, she pushed all the nagging questions away. All her life she’d lived without thinking things through. Going from one decadent pleasure to another, losing herself in mindless bliss to obliterate her feelings had served her well then, but not now. She took a deep breath. She felt her apprehension and continued anyway. Running away would solve nothing. Panicking would not help, either. If she wanted Drahka and Viltori, she would have them, no matter what she had to do to get them.

  When she entered the physician’s rooms, he bowed graciously. He’d known she was coming because he didn’t ask why she was here. Cold hands probed her skin without emotion as he pinched the flesh of her upper arm. After a little poke, the test was done. She wasn’t pregnant. Part of her was relieved, but another part despaired. It would have been something to see Drahka’s face if she could have told him she carried his child. She had yet to see him smile—a grin, but not a full-blown smile that transformed his entire face—but she had a feeling that news of a child would spread his grin from ear to ear. And Viltori, what would he think? Bithia imagined he too would be pleased. Her child would be blessed by not one, but two proud fathers.

  Turning away empty-handed, for the physician had already sent the test results to the waiting advisors and House heads, Bithia clutched her hand into a fist and brought her clenched fingers to her mouth to stifle a scream. Her guards moved back as six guards carried in two brutalized men.

  Blood covered their faces and their clothing, obliterating their features, but there was no mistaking the identity of the man it took four guards to carry. Only one man on all of Diola was that massive and had such long, beautiful black hair. As she looked to the other, she knew there was only one man who wore a white shirt and brown pants.

  Chapter Seventeen

  Drahka woke to the most glorious sensation. He didn’t have to open his eyes to know that Viltori teased his lips along the rapidly hardening length of his cock. Moaning, he stretched his arms out across the surface of the bed. No shame touched him, only a wonderful exhilaration. After feeling so lost for so long, he was home. He would have pulled Bithia into his arms, but he’d felt her slipping from bed before first light.

  As the twin suns rose, the snow-covered dome above blazed brightness into his face. Growling, he pulled the covers up over his head, making crimson darkness for him and Viltori. Blinking in the sudden shadows, he looked down to see glittering eyes looking back at him.

  “You don’t want to watch?” Viltori teased, licking his way from base to tip.

  “I’ll watch.” Drahka lifted one leg, bending his knee, creating a tent filled with a soft, ruby glow as the light slipped through the red bedcover. “But I do not need that much light to see your wicked mouth working such magic.”

  Chuckling, Viltori maneuvered his hand between Drahka’s legs, cupping his balls as he swiped his tongue up again. “I can taste Bithia on you.” Both his words and the moist heat of his breath aroused Drahka, causing him to groan and press back into the bed.

  “A pleasing flavor, no doubt.” Just thinking of her slick sweetness made his mouth water. The memory of Viltori’s gushing tide also caused him to lick his lips. Two such wonderfully different and yet similar tastes stirred his senses. For a moment, he thought of having them both before his hungry mouth. Her succulent cunt, his luscious cock. From one to the other he would revel in the unique flavor of each.

  “Utterly wonderful.” Viltori smiled. “Directly she is much sweeter, but she still tastes good on you too.” Lifting up, Viltori took the tip of his cock into his mouth, causing Drahka to grit his teeth and arch back. Viltori’s mouth felt far hotter than his sleepy body.

  As he drew him within, Viltori teased his tongue under the loose skin that covered the tip of his penis. Sensitive flesh below responded to the rough texture as he swirled his tongue around the tip while sucking at his foreskin. So expertly did Viltori move his mouth he almost pushed Drahka over the edge. Viltori didn’t just suck his cock, he worshiped his cock. Body and soul, his teacher pleasured him so enthusiastically Drahka lost his mind.

  “Don’t take me to the end too fast!” Drahka blurted the request half in Diolan and half in Oughunian. In his panic, he spewed words rather than doing the same with his climax. His hand gripped Viltori’s head, ready to push him away, but he relented. “Forgive me, my friend, I do not wish to rush through this moment.”

  Viltori released him, smiling up in the ruby light. “I can tell you are flustered. You always mix your languages when you are.”

  Uttering a laugh, Drahka touched Viltori’s mouth. “You are far more skilled than I.”

  “Partly.” Viltori lowered his mouth along his shaft. “An uncut cock is far more sensitive at the tip.”

  Drahka cupped Viltori’s head, twining his fingers through his golden strands. “Giving you an unfair advantage.”

  “Completely unfair.” Viltori cradled his balls in his palm, lifting them to his mouth so he could tease his tongue across the flesh. “I’m not sure what we can do to make things even.”

  Drahka considered. “You could be less skilled.”

  “Be less skilled or act less skilled?” Viltori asked, sliding his hand leisurely along Drahka’s prick while licking his balls. “I can fake ineptitude if you wish.” Viltori slid his finger up between his inner thighs, then right between his cheeks. “Or I can use everything I know against you.” Teasing his finger against Drahka’s ass caused him to clench his cheeks together.

  “That is not what I desire,” Drahka said, causing Viltori to withdraw his hand. “I meant your behaving unskilled.”

  “No?” Viltori returned his softly probing finger. “How about I touch lighter?” He kissed the tip of Drahka’s cock with barely any pressure. “How about slower?” Viltori gently drew his prick between his lips. Lifting away, he asked, “How about I use my hands more than my mouth?” One fist wrapped about his shaft, cupping snuggly, but not too tightly.

  Deliberately, looking right into his eyes, Viltori drew his fist down. When he hit the base of Drahka’s cock, he squeezed, forcing a pearl of moisture to leak from the tip. Thumbing it down into his fist, he lifted up, milking the next drop to the top of Drahka’s cock. Just as the cream threatened to spill down, Vi
ltori lapped it up.

  Mesmerized, all Drahka could do was watch and think of the time when he would do these same lusty things in return. While looking right into his eyes, Viltori deep-throated Drahka. From tip to base, Viltori wrapped his lips around his cock and gave to him so hard and fast he had no choice but to accept.

  Drahka lifted his hips, thrusting his cock into Viltori’s hungry mouth. On the brink of a great climax, Viltori pulled away, wrapping his hand around the base, squeezing lightly while pressing against the tip with his thumb. Ever so slowly, the need to climax relented.

  “Just how many times have you done this?” Drahka realized after he spoke how harsh his question sounded. Before he could take it back, Viltori chuckled.

  “Not all that much, but if you ask how long I’ve been thinking of sucking yours, I’d say from the moment I saw you. When I found out you were uncut I thought I’d go crazy if I couldn’t have you.” Murmuring his words as he toyed his lips down his penis, Viltori added, “And when you insisted man touching man was wrong and tried to hit me, I swear my soul cried.”

  “You are ever so dramatic.” Drahka pulled him up, turning to his side so they lay looking at each other in the red glow.

  “I wasn’t finished.” Viltori kept his hand firmly around Drahka’s prick. “You have no idea how badly I want to taste you.”

  The image made Drahka groan, but there was time for that later. “I wanted to kiss you.”

  Smiling, Viltori leaned near, pressing his lips against Drahka’s mouth. Tentative at first, they kissed lightly, like unsure lovers, but quickly the kissing turned heated, as it always did. Battling for control, struggling to give harder and better to the other, Drahka grew so desperate that he pushed Viltori onto his back. Wrapping his legs around him, Viltori tried to flip him over, but Drahka’s bigger body gave him more leverage.

  “Just as when we wrestled, I am stronger than you.” Grasping his hands, Drahka pressed Viltori into the bed.

  “Stronger but less skilled,” Viltori teased, rocking his hips, rubbing his cock against Drahka’s. “If you need control that badly, then go ahead.” Viltori relaxed. “Do with me as you please, mighty warrior.”

  One eye narrowed. “Are you mocking me?” Leaning up, lifting the covers so he could see Viltori’s face, Drahka peered down at him.

  “Yes.” Viltori grinned. “Now punish me.”

  “I would like to give to you so hard and fast your mouth would be so filled with moans of pleasure you couldn’t speak.”

  Closing his eyes, Viltori shivered. “You do know how to punish a man.”

  Leaning near, placing his mouth right to his ear as he’d seen him do to Bithia, Drahka said, “I would fuck you until you came in a great gush. And then I would fuck you again, making you take all of me into your dark passage.” He wasn’t sure what words to use, as Viltori did not have a hot, sweet cunt. However, Viltori groaned when he said dark passage so he said it again, thrusting his cock against his belly, so now their cocks battled against one another.

  “Gods, yes,” Viltori said, opening his eyes and looking right at him. “That is exactly what you should do to me.” But then his face twisted with concern. “Let me up for a moment.”

  Drahka frowned down at him. “Why would I let you go?” He thrust leisurely against him. “I have you where I want you.”

  “I’m sure you’ve noticed this, but you, my friend, are massive. If you want to do what you said, fuck me until I’m silent, you’re going to need some help.”

  Lowering his face with concern, he asked, “Another man?”

  Viltori laughed. “No, I’m not wet inside like Bithia.”

  Reluctantly, he let him up.

  Viltori jumped from the bed and strode directly to the bathing unit. Picking up a bottle, he would examine the contents, sniff, drop some onto his fingers, but he put all of them back. Finally he found what he wanted and returned to the bed. Just as he promised, he went right back to where he was before—flat on his back with Drahka above him.

  Handing him the bottle, Viltori said, “Here. Coat yourself with this first.”

  Moving back, Drahka poured golden oil into his palm, then smeared it all over his cock. When he saw Viltori watching with glittering eyes, he continued to stroke, only more slowly. Gripping his fist around his cock, he stroked oil up and down, covering the entire region of his hips. For good measure, he pushed Viltori’s legs apart and worked some into him with his fingers. Watching him part his lips and sigh only made Drahka harder. Pumping his finger into him caused Viltori to lift his legs, spreading them wide, giving him more room.

  “I’m going to open you up for me.” One finger became two. Viltori reacted with a sigh, and a further lifting and leaning back, as if willingly holding himself open for anything Drahka would do. “I’m going to make you wetter than Bithia inside.”

  Groaning, Viltori placed his hands behind his knees, lifting his legs up and out. His eyes riveted to the movement of Drahka’s arm as he pumped his fingers, causing his biceps to flex. Deliberately he flexed the muscle harder, showing off the power of his arm.

  “You’ve seen me give to Bithia.” Two fingers became three and Viltori’s eyes went wide, then closed on a long, low growl. “Are you sure you can handle me giving that fully to you?”

  Looking right into his eyes, Viltori said, “By the gods, I certainly want to find out.”

  Unable to wait any longer, Drahka leaned forward, lowering his body over Viltori. Pressing his cock against the tight ring that guarded his dark passage caused both of them to groan.

  “Slowly, my friend,” Viltori cautioned, pulling the covers over their heads, returning them to the enclosed privacy of the ruby glow. “Slowly.”

  Once he felt how tight he was, Drahka realized he must move more carefully so as not to hurt him. The rough coupling he did with Bithia would damage Viltori, and that was the last thing he wished to do. Easing his way inside, he kept his eyes on Viltori’s face.

  When he winced, Drahka pulled back. “I don’t want to hurt you.” Maddening, this conflict inside. He wanted to give to him as he gave to Bithia, but not if such giving caused him pain.

  Cupping his face, Viltori drew him near, then kissed him tenderly. “Let me try.”

  Drahka allowed Viltori to place him on his back. He thought he would now try to fill him, but he didn’t. Lifting himself above Drahka, he draped his body along his length, legs spread over his hips.

  “This way, I can control how fast, how deep.”

  Nodding, Drahka was determined to hold very still.

  Against the muscles of his belly, he felt Viltori’s hard cock as he wriggled his hips down. Again, Drahka felt the tip of his prick push against that tight ring. Carefully moving down, Viltori took the tip inside.

  Such gripping tightness! The oil had made him slick, but still he was almost crushing his cock with the walls of his dark passage. Drahka wanted to thrust, but he didn’t. Using all of his will, he lay passive. He found it odd he was giving to Viltori without moving. Was this really considered giving, he wondered, then decided he didn’t care. The concept of giving and taking was best left with his tribe.

  Grabbing his head, Drahka kissed Viltori as he moved atop him. Dueling tongues, panting breaths, they worked their hard bodies together until most of Drahka’s prick was buried deep in Viltori’s ass. New and unique sensations assaulted his body as he lowered his hands to grasp Viltori’s hips.

  Snarling, Viltori lifted his lips to Drahka’s ear. “You want to fuck me, don’t you? You want to slam your body into mine. You want to thrust that massive cock so deep inside my ass you steal my breath.”

  Drahka wrapped his arms around him, rolling him over so now he was on top. He gave a tentative thrust while watching Viltori’s face.

  “More.”

  Viltori reached up, grasped his shoulders, holding on to him as he thrust. Each forward lunge was a bit harder, a bit deeper, a bit more brutal. When he realized all Viltori felt was pleasure, h
e lowered his hands to his ass, grasped him tightly, and fucked him so hard and fast he shook the bed beneath them. Viltori did what Drahka had longed to hear—he made that sound, that wonderful sound of pleasure like Bithia made. Moaning out his joy, Viltori met Drahka’s eyes. Under the covers, watching each other, Viltori came, gushing against Drahka’s belly and chest.

  The scent filled Drahka’s mouth with the taste of him, which caused him to lose control and thrust wildly into Viltori until he climaxed. At that precise moment, Viltori tilted his hips, crushing his passage even tighter around Drahka’s cock. With one last mighty bellow, he thrust and drained the last of his orgasm.

  Breathless, they clung together, Drahka careful not to drop his full weight on Viltori.

  After a moment, Viltori laughed. When Drahka looked up, confused, Viltori shook his head. “I have to say that when you promise to fuck somebody, you really mean it.”

  “Did I hurt you?” Instantly alert, Drahka tried to lift himself away.

  “Would I be chuckling if I was hurt?” Viltori wrapped his arms and legs around him, rolling them until they lay side by side, Drahka’s slowly shrinking cock still inside. “I feel very good.”

  With a playful thrust, Drahka said, “Yes, you do.”

  Together they laughed. After a time, Viltori grew serious. Drahka wasn’t sure he wanted to hear what his teacher would say. When he wore that face, the information was usually something unpleasant.

  “There’s someone I want you to meet.”

  Relieved, Drahka sighed.

  “You thought it was something bad, again, didn’t you?”

  “You made that face.”

  “Did I? I don’t know why. You’ll like this man.” Viltori held up his hand. “And before you even ask, I’m not sharing you with anyone other than Bithia. I just want you to meet him, not fuck him.”

  “I didn’t say—”

  “You made that face.”

  After another passionate duel of tongues, they reluctantly flipped back the covers.

  Snarling out an expletive, Drahka winced and covered his eyes with his hand. “Why is this room all in white? It is torture on my eyes.”