Shadows of the Night (Kingdom Key Book 2)

by TylerRose.

  He stared at her a few seconds while she adopted that impish expression. The purest innocence hiding an increasingly deadly viper.

  “You are accustomed to being scantily clad while your lover remains clothed?”

  She nodded and he moved away to remove his clothing. Every stitch. Lying beside her, she felt the velvet of his peach fuzz skin against her leg from calf to thigh.

  “Now you are the more clothed.”

  She smiled. “That isn’t necessary.”

  “You’re right.”

  More kissing and his hand went under the garment she wore to feel her skin. Soft fingers barely teasing brought her nipple fully hard. She hadn’t been with anyone since leaving Demitrius in Toledo two weeks earlier. She was ready for some body pounding orgasms.

  “I’m an experienced woman, Sta. I don’t need a lot of touching to be ready.”

  “Maybe I do,” he replied.

  She brought her right arm down, holding his gaze, and reached between them until she found his penile sleeve. Thumb inside the top of the rim, she felt the little anchors in their sockets and slipped between them. She rubbed finger and thumb pads in a slow, small circle, pressing them together with increasing firmness until she was motionless and pinching. He stiffened inside his skin, eyes closing as his breath stopped in a series of little gasps. Then her full hand was cupping his tight scrotum, gently massaging to stimulate the testicles within.

  “You don’t know what you do, Femina.”

  “I know precisely what I do, husband.”

  He took her hand from him and put it over her head as he turned to settle his penile rim against her vaginal opening. His short fuzz against her wet, she felt the sleeve begin to spread as his penis slowly slid forth. His hands braced over her small wrists, he looked into her eyes.

  “Relax. Be still. I want one thing from you.”

  “What?” she whispered, feeling that wet tip probe forward to the opening of her vagina.

  “Open your mind to me. Share what you feel.”

  Eyes closing, head turning to the side as she nodded and let him into her immediate thoughts. The tip, slick with its own lubricant, slipped into her and she at once knew the deception of the sleeve opening. His penis was as big around as any she’d ever had and she groaned as he filled her as far as her channel went. He retracted as slowly, most of the way, and penetrated again without moving his hips. Internal control allowed him to thrust out and withdraw while remaining in place.

  He liked how she flushed pink from forehead to chest, liked immensely her groans and little sounds. Rather than tell her again to be still, he held his extension and used his own hips to give her the motion she was accustomed to. Subconscious thoughts of a dark man who was quite a bit taller than she, stronger, an authority she yielded to without question or resistance whenever he laid hands on her.

  Within a minute Shestna was treated to the experience of her orgasm, the sensations inside of mind and body as they built to a peak that could go no higher and shattered to the ground again.

  He stopped his motion.

  “Why are you stopping?” she demanded.

  “You had your orgasm.”

  She laughed. “You must not have studied much. I don’t have just one orgasm, honey. I have dozens of them. Over and over again until I’m completely exhausted. You got another hour to go if you want me to be remotely satisfied.”

  “An hour?” he questioned.

  “Unless you are a lot more vigorous or you let me be on top.”

  “The female is never on top,” he scowled.

  “Let me turn over, then. This floor is hard.”

  He retracted his penis and stood. “You’re right. My bed is much more comfortable.”

  She went ahead of him, taking the negligee off along the way and throwing it to the floor before going in, and climbed onto the bed on her knees and forearms with her bottom sticking out backwards.

  “There ya go!”

  He laughed and smacked her a good one.

  “What was that for?”

  “Your mouth.”

  “Hey, I can call you hubby now,” she blurted, and got a spanking just about as hard as Nails ever gave her.

  “Will you say that again?” he asked some five hundred hard ones later.

  “If that is what it gets me, I most assuredly will,” she sighed, cheek to the bed.

  “Wait.” He lay on his side next to her, to look into her face. “You liked that?”

  “Ohhhh did I,” she groaned. “Do it again. Harder. With a belt.”

  He pushed her at the hip and she fell over sideways, giggling up at him. He tossed her arm away to open her chest and gave a nipple a moderate pinch. Rolling the nub with finger and thumb the way she’d done between his anchors, pressing tighter, he watched her sigh and melt, and then gasp.

  “Who taught you pain?” he asked, her mind filling with that dark man again, and grief.

  “His name was Kevin, also known as Nails.”

  “How much pain?”

  “A lot,” she smiled. “If Dorn has to watch us fuck, then you may as well tell him to come now. Can he join us or would that be inappropriate?”

  “Join us? Both of us in the same hole?” he asked, as if it was unheard of.

  “Or one in each. Either way. I’m game at this point.”

  “You are that aroused that quickly?” he asked.

  “To bursting. Seriously, I could explode from need. Let’s get back to the fucking.”

  Blind with need, single-minded in her lust. Nothing like the Sistarians -- nothing like any woman he’d ever been with. He reached up and slid himself to the head of the bed, to rest against the pillows.

  “Come here.”

  She crawled up, over his legs, intent on mounting him if he would extend his cock again. He stopped her lips from meeting his, sliding his arms around her to hold her close and still with her cheek on his chest. It was being held by and cuddling with a giant sphinx cat.

  “I am sorry, Femina. I did not mean to put you in such a state,” he said some time later when she was truly calm and still and relaxed on him.

  “It’s no big deal. We just have more sex. That takes care of it.”

  “Be still and quiet a moment.”

  “Why?” she demanded a little too hotly.

  “Because as your husband I wish it and as my obedient wife you will do it. Tell me about this man Kevin, also known as Nails. What kind of man was he?”

  He was serious and the thought stuck in her mind, voice caught in her throat. She’d never talked about him with anyone. At once her arousal was extinguished. She slid off Shestna to lie on her side away from him, reached to press the button that opened the wall so she could look out and not feel closed in.

  “Who was he to you?” Shestna asked, spooning in behind her.

  “I can’t talk about him,” she said, too quietly.

  “Yes, you can. I won’t be angry or jealous.”

  “It’s not that, Sta. I mean I literally cannot. The words won’t form.”

  “He was your lover?”

  She nodded.

  “One of many?”

  “My first,” she managed to whisper. Her first in so many ways.

  “Your age?” he asked, deciding yes/no questions would be easier for her.

  “No. He was around forty five. A lawyer.”

  “Your lawyer?”

  “My parents.”

  “He helped keep you out of trouble?” Shestna asked.

  “Helped get me out of trouble, more like,” she humphed. “He’s the only disciplinarian I ever had.”

  “He’s the one whose opinion mattered, isn’t he?” Shestna guessed. “You did more than respect him and his authority. You loved him for it. You were his the same way you are now mine. You yielded to his every touch.”

  She nodded, words failing and feeling that same stricken heat rising in her chest and face, those same short and sharp gasps. She tried to stop it, hold it in, and his a
rms slipped farther around to hold her closer and tighter.

  “You don’t have to hold your grief for me, Femina. We’ve had rather a taxing day, and very tiring. Cry if you want.”

  “I don’t cry for him because I’m sad. It hurts when I remember him. The pain is so deep in my chest that it makes me cry. It’s been months but that pain hasn’t changed much. It was better for a few days but not anymore.”

  “Let me feel it. Share it with me.”

  She did and he gasped audibly for the intensity of her pain. This was no exaggeration, no cry for attention. When she pressed her fist to that spot, over the hard denseness deep within, it was out of desperation to make it stop.

  He kissed her cheek, lay his on hers and brought the light blanket up to cover them both to her chin.

  “Then we will rest and be still together and watch the birds in the yard.”

  The Neverseen appeared long enough to hang a bird feeder and drop a handful of seed onto the ground. He vanished to other duties again, and within seconds birds began to arrive and feast.

  It had been a long day. Longer than she’d realized and it was barely half over. The emotional turmoil was too much. Too many extreme highs and lows. A few minutes of watching, with the calming sounds and the light breeze, and she fell asleep.

  When she woke, sunlight in the yard had moved. Shestna was standing in the open exterior wall, leaning sideways on his forearm against the edge of the wall and blocking most of her view. She slipped from the bed and slid her arms around his waist.

  “I’m sorry.”

  “For what?” he asked, coming out of his thoughts.

  “I ruined the mood.”

  “You did not. I did.”

  He turned to put his back against the narrow wall end, hands bringing her forward against himself. His legs angled slightly outward, she stepped forward over them to be closer.

  “Young as you are, you have a past, Tyler. He was taken from you in a most horrible way you could do nothing about and you grieve for him. None of that is going to evaporate from you just because you’re married to me for seven days. I wouldn’t want it to. You loved him. You still love him. I do not wish to compete with him. One cannot compete with the dead. I can only hope that you will someday feel the same way about me.”

  She tilted her face upward and he was compelled to kiss her. An arm sliding down her back, his hand pulled her hips closer. She felt his penis fill its sleeve and find its way to her sex.

  “What are you doing?”

  “What pleases me to do,” he replied, putting her arms at her back.

  Feeling his cock at her opening, he extended enough to be sure he was in the right spot.

  “What about the Neverseen?”

  “What about him?”

  “Watching?”

  “They do not care,” Shestna smiled. “They are very simple people, but they do understand the meaning of discretion.”

  He extended his penis in an upward thrust that filled her bottom to top and stole her strength so that she had to lean against him and rest her head against his chest. He held her wrists in one hand, her buttock in the other and felt her tense and shiver. Her noises were divine to his ears as her body submitted to what he wanted.

  “Open your mind for me. Let me feel what you feel,” he whispered.

  She did and he felt the searing hot electricity zapping along the surface of her skin whenever he thrust upward and made contact with the smooth, hard disc of her cervix at the top. The swirling in her mind, colors, sounds, memories, images, a cacophony that blinded and deafened and closed her off to the rest of the universe. Some minutes of keeping her there, keeping her rising to climax without allowing her the gratification, and he stopped.

  “When is the last time you received the flogging you think of?” he asked, withdrawing and walking her backwards to his bed. “Or any such pleasures?”

  “Ummmm…”

  “That long?”

  At the bed, his hand guiding her to lie down, and her arms went over her head without being told. But her wrists crossed. Long ago learned action that had become automatic because it had been demanded so frequently.

  “What did you call him in those moments?” he asked, lifting her thighs and bending her legs as he bent over to position himself.

  He bent low over her, hands grasping around the sides of her breasts to hold them still so he could mouth and suck. Teeth scraping, lips soothing, he let the question remain unanswered until he’d finished tasting her flesh.

  Rising, eyes close over hers. “What did you call him?”

  “Kevin.”

  “No. Not just Kevin. Your mind has been open to me, remember?”

  “Then you know what I called him,” she said.

  “I want to hear you say the word. I want to hear your stubborn, indomitable self say that one word.”

  She smiled, giggled briefly. “No.”

  He smiled back, and extended his penis to penetrate just into her opening. She relaxed to receive him fully…and he retracted. A few seconds and he penetrated to the same place again.

  “What did you call him in those moments when he flogged and whipped you?” he asked, withdrawing again.

  A dozen times, each one increasing her frustration until she couldn’t stand it.

  “I called him Master,” she said, breathy and desperate.

  He gave her the full thrust she was dying for.

  “You? Called a man Master?” he questioned. “Why him?”

  “Because he was. There was no doubting it. I don’t like talking while fucking. Talk afterward.”

  He chuckled under his breath and let her sink into her oblivion of orgasmic bliss. She got the hour she’d begged for earlier, and then some, as he paced himself and learned her rises and crests and took his pleasure by sharing in hers and made her have as many orgasms as she could manage during that time. He lost count at twenty and no longer cared.

  When he was ready to ejaculate, he let his anchors out just enough to give her a solid poke. She screamed with the sudden and unexpected paingasm of it, and he held still to hold them and her in place. He went taut, testicles pumping out spurts of semen in contractions so strong he grunted with several of them.

  “What did you call him?”

  “Master.”

  “In the common peasant language of Voran, the word husband also means Master. Whenever you have called me husband, you have called me Master,” he informed her.

  Her eyes opened, glazed and heavy with her own passion, silently accusing him of some trickery. He let her feel through his own thoughts that he did not lie to her.

  “Just so you know,” he smiled.

  Anchors released, penis retracted, he got up to leave her there. He selected an ornate outfit from his closet and dressed in it while she rested on her side and watched.

  “Going somewhere?” she asked.

  “Yes. We both are. When you have your legs, go put on that dress that got us into this situation. We will go to see my father tonight and get it over with so I don’t have to think about it anymore this week and we can enjoy our time together without family distractions.”

  “Okay. I’ll go bathe.”

  “No. Do not. You will wear my scent on you and in you.”

  “Let me guess. It’s expected,” she rolled her eyes.

  “It is, and may preclude the necessity for Dorn to watch us couple.”

  She left for her own room without another word. The comb was still in her hair, but rather askew. She took it out first, got into the dress on her own, rebrushed her hair and put the comb back in again. This time she did put on her eyes, but not the lip gloss. She got out a lipstick instead, to last longer and be color rather than shine. She brought her black suede boots to her hands. They would be comfortable, as she did not know if she would have to be on her feet for a long time. She took several tokes from her pipe, to keep her sex-high going, and packed the lighter, a small tin of pot and then the cooled pipe into her clutch wi
th eyeliner and lipstick.

  Shestna was waiting for her with a drink in hand, and stared a little too hard at her.

  “What? Did I do something not right?”

  “You have done everything correctly, Femina. You are a beautiful woman and I am beyond proud that you are mine, however temporarily.”

  He offered her the glass and she drank half of it.

  “I will speak to you telepathically as needed, so you always know what to do. Father’s court is very formal in many ways. A welcoming ceremony will be performed when we arrive. The family already knows and is getting ready for us. Then we will go into the main chamber. They will follow us in and go to their places while we approach Father. Fortunately, being married to me for these few days means that he cannot ever offer you a Psala himself. You will forever be his daughter.”

  “You make that sound like a very good thing,” she smiled, handing the glass back.

  He finished the rich brandy. “It is. I do love my father, but a man greedier for females never existed.”

  Glass on a short table, he took her arm and teleported them to the entrance of the royal palace thirty miles away.

  An immense entry it was, three stories tall and cathedral-like. Family members were standing in long lines on either side of the green runner that led straight forward into another room, and applauded their arrival.

  [Don’t say anything,] she heard telepathically.

  “Lady Tyler, I present my Royal brothers and sisters, all blood Princes and Princesses of Voran.”

  She only smiled while they (most of them) smiled back. About fifty of them in total, each holding a thin gold circle in their fingers. They seemed to be lined up in order of age, oldest first, males on the left and females on the right.

  [Walk ahead of me. Hold your arms out to them, elbows at right angles.]

  She stepped forward onto the green runner. One on the left and one on the right slid their bracelets far up onto her arms. Each held the name of the person presenting it and she ended up with twenty five on each arm, including a red one from Dorn almost halfway down. Her arms were a rainbow of white, red, yellow, green, and blue enameled gold rings, each with gold script painted on.

  Stepping off the runner at the other end, the double doors ahead were opened for them by ushers. Once they were three paces into the even more immense chamber, the family filed in to either side, returning to their tables and their meal. The couple had arrived at suppertime.