Empress Hiding

by Y. M. Roger

  Dalis’ voice was gruff and demanding even though his handling of his mate was only to provide that which she craved.

  But Margreet did not respond; she only stared defiantly up at Dalis even as she tried to suppress her whimpers of pleasure. So, Dalis withdrew his hand and raised it to his Margreet’s tight nipples and smeared her sapphire-tinted wetness all over the taught navy peaks there. As he pinched each one in turn and watched her eyes roll back in ecstasy, Dalis growled his demand again.

  “Tell me, Wanton!” Dalis ducked his head down and bit one of the crested mounds hard enough to draw blood this time as he reveled in the blending of the flavors of his mate’s fluids.

  And he sucked her into his mouth.

  Hard.

  Margreet had only begun to respond to his demand when the next wave of orgasm hit her hard, and she screamed his name as he drove to the hilt into her pulsating body amidst her scream.

  Margreet’s nails dug into Dalis’ back as she urged him to pound harder.

  Much harder.

  The feel of his package slapping against her combined with his length engorging her femininity to painful extremes pushed her further into another wave that blinded her vision with colorful light.

  Margreet tried to speak but the wave had her sobbing and begging incoherently for more – her rear still aching for what only her Dalis could give it.

  “Please, my Dalis,” her voice had become soft, almost demure, “Put it so deep we taste you …”

  Dalis stopped moving instantly. Although still buried in his Margreet to the hilt, his hand immediately fell to her wonderful rear cheeks and began massaging the opening with the wetness that oozed from their activities thus far as he slowly began to move again.

  “Here, my wanton female?” Dalis pushed into her rear with at first one then two fingers as he continued to increase his thrusting speed.

  Margreet’s breathing increased – her eyes fully dilated and fixated on Dalis’ intense face hovering just above hers, “Yes,” her eyes had lost all focus, “All of you, Beloved.”

  Margreet’s voice held both desire and reverence if such were possible – she was everything to Dalis – his life and his breath, “Please, my Dalis. Everything is yours.”

  Dalis withdrew from her warmth only momentarily before penetrating into her slickly-coated rear entrance as fully and as completely as was bodily possible.

  The entry through her tight ring ripped a holler and an orgasm from him as sharply and as deeply as it always did. But, even as he continued to thrust through his release, he felt his Margreet cascade around him – the wave this time too much for her to even remain conscious – the pulsating of her body grasping and milking him even after she had surrendered to the pleasure he provided for her.

  For him.

  For both of them.

  And even as Dalis kissed her beautiful face until his own body had stopped twitching, he sent up the same prayer of thanks to the Makers he had hundreds of times before – a prayer of thanks for his beautiful and, yes, insatiable mate that kept them both young no matter their ages.

  The hot shower felt good on his aging bones which tired more easily these days, but certainly never enough to put a halt to such energetic sessions such as this – they were too much a part of he and his Margreet.

  Dalis cleaned his Margreet’s limp, sleeping body with a warm wet towel as he promised his Mischief a night with his Cheo tonight.

  We should get extra time for having to wait, Dalis.

  Dalis chuckled as he draped the silken throw they had picked out for their mate at the ICT over her beautiful nude body. He kissed her gently before he turned to walk away.

  “You have the entire night, my friend,” Dalis whispered as he fastened on his time piece and pulled on his pants, “After we secure things here.”

  Mischief hrumphed almost dejectedly as Dalis turned to take in a long last look at their mate.

  You mean after we see to our Empress-Heir, Dalis?

  Dalis sighed – he had not even had the chance to share that secret yet with his Margreet.

  “After we see to the Prime Magistrate and his shioliah, my Mischief.”

  Dalis shut the door and headed toward the kitchen – neither he nor Mischief wishing to discuss the implications of either statement.

  Tazirr finished drying himself and wrapped the thick cloth around his waist before opening the bili door that led to his chamber. He hummed softly to himself as he grinned, remembering the amount of food their Afacan had eaten and how she had nearly fallen asleep at the table with that overly full stomach.

  Because they had laid her gently on the over-stuffed chair on which rare visitors chose to sit in what certainly appeared to be a deep sleep, Tazirr had taken much longer than usual in bathing himself. He had been so thorough and methodical that even Neşeli had fallen asleep during the task. Or, perhaps, the zehirakre had finally drifted off during the inordinate amount of time it had taken him to actually comb out all of the knots and tangles in his hair and even in the longer portions of his beard. Either way, Tazirr knew his hulking animal was completely incoherent during the cleaning and tailoring of his nails and only slightly roused at the sensations that ran through them both as he meticulously cleaned his ears.

  Reaching into the bin to retrieve a pair of bottoms, Tazirr could not help but muse at how much more exhilarating the cool air felt against his clean, uncrusted skin – it was almost … stimulating. Tazirr chuckled to himself as he began to fasten the trews taking extra time to adjust that stimulation.

  But his muffled amusement was starkly interrupted by an extremely husky yet definitely feminine sigh and slight rustling of the covers behind him.

  On his bed.

  His hand still firmly on his package as he unfocusedly fumbled with his trews, Tazirr instinctively turned in the direction of the sound.

  And his breath rushed from him in such a rapid manner that he grabbed onto the bed post to steady himself at the sight before him – his physical reaction so visceral that Neşeli was shocked awake deep inside of him.

  His sleeping Afacan was beautiful.

  Wait. No. That was not fully accurate.

  She was kahrolasi beautiful – and almost filled his bed with her height that was every inch the most delicious and, yes, mature female ever created. Her breasts were full and round and topped with grayish pink peaks that called his name, and her hip span? Oh, godsfall, that beautiful, hairless sex beckoned to his hands and to his lips … and especially to that now hard member in his hand. A grunt escaped him as her scent surrounded them – a distinctly feminine scent that was laced alternately with the most intoxicating liqueur and the most deadly poison either he or Neşeli had ever smelled.

  And Tazirr felt his body almost physically drawn to her as he struggled to find his breath.

  Breathe, handsome brute, and remove those trews. Our mate awaits our entry and claim.

  Tazirr shook his head at Neşeli’s suggestion. Had they not just hours before been carrying the younger – and much, much less endowed, Tazirr swallowed hard – female in their arms?

  “Oh, makers, Neşeli, we cannot …,” Tazirr lost his throaty denial as he searched desperately for his breath.

  Oh yes we kahrolasi can, my Tazirr.

  Tazirr felt a wave of desire rush through his entire body as he had never known before – the zehirakre lunging and growling severely with lust and need.

  She is ours and we will claim her … Holy Makers, Tazirr! I could kahrolasi cum right here from that scent! Do you not …

  Tazirr growled long and low at Neşeli as he fought to keep his footing against his altre’s lunges – the whole while fighting against the visions and, yes, fantasy of pounding into that hairless sex … biting those huge, beautiful mounds until the female – their female – screamed their name.

  “She is not ju
st a piece of …”

  Tazirr’s husky voice must have reached Afacan’s sensitive hearing because her eyes flew open and the brilliant crimson therein searched until they found his own lust-filled ones. Instantly, Tazirr heard her growl fill the room as her voice – extremely high in pitch and nearly unintelligible – echoed … in his head . . . ?

  “My Tazirr –” her lips never moved. She lifted her head and torso up to perch on her elbows as Tazirr’s eyes tracked every exaggerated movement her delectable breasts made during that adjustment, “You need this –” her long, exotic fingers slid between those luscious thighs as her head bounced back against the bed pillow – her breasts following suit, “And these –” she raised her other hand to glide over those large breasts, stopping to lift one toward her mouth for a long lick, her crimson eyes still blazing at him.

  Tazirr managed to begin to shake his head at least twice, “Afacan, we shoul …,” before her voice continued to screech through his mind.

  “I hear you calling me here –” she pointed to her head, “And here –” she rubbed her neck and upper chest, “All that we are needs you and Neşeli to make the aching stop –”

  Her animal’s screech echoed through the room again – it was a sound that gave Tazirr pause even as it shoved his hardness far into the realm of pain and need. Then a moan escaped Afacan’s mouth as she gently began to pump her own fingers into herself.

  They call to us both, Tazirr – claim her so that I can have my mate who seethes with need beyond the veil in here. Now, esholeshek!

  Neşeli’s growl over-powered what little coherence remained in the struggling Tazirr and joined Afacan’s beast’s noises that echoed loudly through the huntmaster’s mind.

  “This is not enough, Tazirr,” a grin pulled across Afacan’s beautiful face as she lowered her head toward the other breast, her long blond hair falling over her shoulders with the action, “I need you inside me and taking me as I see you are doing in your mind –”

  The hard-fought control Tazirr had maintained up to that exact moment snapped.

  And Tazirr was on her before she could finish her plea – flat on her back as he kicked her thighs open with his muscular legs such that she lay splayed beneath him – her arms pinned above her head.

  “I will not be gentle, my Afacan,” his erection hung between them ready to spear her as he sucked hard and long on each overly-generous portion of breast – his eyes blurring with the lust and possessiveness that threatened to overtake him, “And you will never know another kahrolasi male in this lifetime or the next.”

  The declaration was hard and final as momentary fear flashed across her face framed so perfectly in that long, blonde hair.

  Good.

  That is exactly what he needed mixed in with her desire.

  Some fear of him.

  Because she was not only beautiful, but she was kahrolasi dangerous – Tazirr could almost taste the poison in the sweat around her edible neck.

  And her scent was far too deadly for anything less than his full control of her.

  Always.

  Tazirr growled and took her mouth at the moment he drove himself fully into her – the aggressive movement bringing out her beast’s fangs with her scream that was entirely contained within his mouth – he had known his entry would hurt given her obvious virgin status.

  And he was not a small male by any means.

  But even as her call of pleasure momentarily turned to a scream of pain both in his ears and in his head, Tazirr did not relent in his hold or in his thrusts.

  Do not stop, my hulking brute, make her ours. Make her need us just as I will do her beast.

  “Fight all you want, my Afacan, but you belong to Tazirr now and always,” his voice was a growl to both her and her unknown animal – they would submit to their mate.

  Fully and completely.

  “You feel our claim inside of you,” his fangs extended and sunk deep into one of those wondrous breasts – she fought and growled and tried to push him off to no avail. And he gulped her blood greedily, “Now know our mark and true desire for us,” he swallowed another mouthful of that divine liquid – its content without doubt toxic to a cognate with lesser vitality than his own, “Know your master, my Afacan.”

  Tazirr felt when her fight to be free transitioned to a struggle to have him deeper, to have herself drown in his scent as she pulled him hard against her and began licking and nibbling along his shoulders.

  As it should be between mates.

  Only then did Tazirr finally relent in his hold on her wrists – moving his hands instead to her hair and her neck – needing to hold her there possessively as he drove her toward her release.

  And his own.

  He thrust harder as Afacan tried to wrap her long, muscular legs around him – her breath beginning to catch in her throat as he felt her walls tensing around his member.

  “Give it to me, melek,” his voice was hoarse with the desires that burned through him, “You are kahrolasi mine – say it, Afacan, whose are you? Whose. Are. You!!”

  Even before his last demand left his mouth, Afacan screamed his name as she was lost in an experience she could have never predicted. Her fangs were now fully descended – twice as long as Tazirr’s – with poison beginning to drip from their needle-sharp tips.

  Look out, my Tazirr! I smell fresh venom!

  But Tazirr had seen the fangs descend and yanked his Afacan’s head violently backward away from his shoulders and began trailing kisses along his deadly female’s neck. He even smiled and slowed his thrusts for the moment, enjoying her breasts as they played against his rough, hair-coated chest with her panting.

  She tried to struggle only in the least as he chuckled softly against her liqueur-laced skin and rose up above her up-turned face to nibble her chin as he spoke huskily to her.

  “No bite, my Afacan,” he watched as the realization of his instruction dawned on her beautiful and potentially deadly face, “Only this,” he physically jerked his member inside of her, “And this,” he pulled out slowly and thrust back in forcefully, “And this,” he resumed his licks and nibbles along her neck.

  Afacan smiled knowingly as her voice once again screeched across his mind and her fangs receded to a more reasonable length – no venom deposits at the tips.

  “Yes, my Tazirr,” she sighed in pleasure and acquiescence, “Yours.”

  Once again, her lips had not so much as quivered and Tazirr could swear he felt her heart skip and then begin to beat in unison with his own – as she incited him to pick up his pace again, “Only yours.” Another screech – this time almost tame and doting. “Always yours.”

  Her surrender drove Tazirr toward sweet oblivion – an oblivion he sought with a forceful, physical vengeance. And poured so heavily and completely all that he was into her – his release an explosion from years of celibacy combined with a bonding desire he had never known possible.

  Makers! But their female was divine! So, kahrolasi beautiful and perfect!

  “As are you, my Tazirr –” her words confirmation that their Afacan was connected to them mentally as well.

  But Tazirr did not have time to puzzle that fact as he stared and slowly relaxed himself atop her – licking gently his feeding mark as he massaged the breast on which it had been made. Only a smile covered his Afacan’s beautiful face as Tazirr felt her drift both physically and mentally – eyes heavy-lidded and breathing mixed with shallow sighs – into sleep.

  But Neşeli wanted his time of claim and pushed hard for his own presence.

  “Be careful, my Neşeli,” Tazirr melted into absence as his pulsing inside of her sheath finally began to slow.

  Careful is not what our yilan needs, my handsome brute. Rest now, and wake to holding your Afacan in your arms.

  “Wait! Did you say yil …”

  Sleep, my brute. Her
Kiken needs my more dangerous hand to force a submission.

  “Kiken? Who . . ?”

  In answer to his unfinished question, Tazirr only heard his Neşeli chuckle deeply as an almost deafening yet somehow calling shriek passed over his mind, and the huntmaster tried to hang on and listen to whatever conflict seemed imminent between the two altre-beings.

  But that was not to be today as the peacefulness that was absence pulled a somewhat reluctant yet fully sated Tazirr into a more satisfying sleep than he had ever known.

  Chapter 27

  Hondo gazed over the endless array of dwellings and businesses that comprised the densely populated Capital City – it felt good to have a full stomach and to have his brother with him again. They never had enough time together which was why he was sure Guy had offered to keep an eye on the passageway and stairs leading to this level – he truly wished his brother had the benefit and security of loyal Guards.

  And friends.

  “Beautiful from this vantage point,” Hondo threw back his head to take the last drops of fermenti from his current sise, “But there are far too many beings living far too close together for my liking.”

  Rafal grunted and stared wistfully through the window, his thoughts obviously focused elsewhere.

  “You get used to it.”

  Hondo took an introspective glance at his older brother.

  “Do you?” He placed his empty bottle on the table to his right, “Really?”

  Rafal somewhat snapped more to attention and cut his eyes at his little brother.

  “It is all mine,” Rafal stated unemotionally, but added with darkness, “And kahrolasd Tristanin it is not.”

  Hondo folded his arms across his chest as Rafal downed the last half of his own fermenti with that declaration – he eyed his brother thoughtfully.

  “And what about Tristanin is so bad,” Hondo paused purposefully as Rafal’s stare intensified and a growl rolled up from his beast, “Besides our kichigai sire?”