by Anna Evans
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TORRID TEASERS
VOLUME 4:
ALL THE QUEEN'S MEN & ICE PRINCESS
by
Ann J. Evans
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Dedication
To all my girls.
Your strength never ceases to amaze me.
TABLE OF CONTENTS
All The Queen's Men
Ice Princess
ALL THE QUEEN'S MEN
by
Anna J. Evans
Catherine, queen of the northeastern feline shapeshifters, stretched and moaned low in her throat as nearly a dozen hands stroked and petted her, caressing her bare skin softly, slowly, the way she preferred it the second time around. The first time was always violent, combative, a vicious mating dance where only one of them would be allowed to sate his lust and then the lucky guy could only fuck her if he could catch her. Of course, they nearly always caught her. They were too afraid of what she'd do to them if they failed.
"Just a little harder, Ethan,” Catherine whispered to the man kneading the flesh of her thighs. Ethan was new, a friendly, sandy blonde-haired man and one of the werewolves in charge of greeting her and her men when they sought refuge in the Green Mountains of Vermont. He was a bit more timid than she would like, but she always gave a new lover the benefit of direction. If he failed to learn how to please her without it, he would eventually be cast out of her bed, a fate her entourage swore was far worse than death.
"My queen, let me come service you, I—"
"Silence, Caleb.” Catherine hissed at him, fangs long in her mouth. Caleb had been one of her men for a long time, mostly because his animal form, a lovely puma with a golden coat and dark velvety eyes, pleased her.
He had started to overstep himself of late, however, hinting that perhaps Catherine wasn't strong enough to hold their territory. So now he was being punished, forced to watch five other men allowed to touch his queen while he stood, chained to the wall of the cave, out of the circle of sex and warmth found on her bed of furs. Catherine allowed her fangs to retract when Caleb attempted to cower before her, an amusing sight considering his arms were manacled above his head. There were others ways to threaten an upstart.
"Baron, give yourself to me,” Catherine whispered to the man with his lips at her throat.
"Thank you, my queen,” Baron whispered, his voice raw with need as he rose to his knees before her and positioned the head of his thick cock at her lips. Baron was always one of her favorites, all milky white skin and dark brown hair falling in silken waves down to his softly rounded ass. She loved to watch his dark blue eyes grow even darker as she circled the tip of his cock with her pink tongue, see his full lips part when she sucked him inside her mouth inch by inch, until his thick length was held inside her warmth all the way down to the fullness of his tightened balls.
Today, however, her eyes were all for Caleb, watching his face twist in physical pain as she drew Baron's cock in and out of her mouth until it was slick and practically glowing in the firelight. Catherine smiled around the heat of Baron in her mouth, glad she had Caleb chained without his clothes. She enjoyed seeing his cock grow purple with desire, knowing he couldn't even use his own hand to find release, let alone know the sweetness of burying that swollen length in her mouth or her pussy or her ass ... if she was in the mood.
"Take me higher, boys,” Catherine sighed, releasing Baron's cock from her mouth and arching her neck, letting him know that he could taste her lips now, know the salty musk of his own body on her tongue.
The rest of her boys knew what to do next. Nicholas, the oldest of her lovers, was immediately at her breasts. She adored Nicholas’ ebony skin and solemn dark eyes, but it was his neatly trimmed beard that made him a favorite to lick and caress some of her most sensitive flesh. She loved the sensation of that coarse hair brushing across her nipple before his full lips kissed her swollen flesh softly and his hot tongue began to circle her, building her need relentlessly until she was ready for his teeth, for quick bursts of pain to be interspersed with her pleasure.
"Nicholas, take them both at once,” she sighed, arching into his clever mouth as he pressed her full breasts together and claimed both dusky peaks at once, his tongue flicking back and forth across her flesh until her breath came faster and Baron had to work harder to keep up with the demands of her tongue in his mouth.
With so many distractions, it took some time before she realized Ethan had moved down to her feet where he was now worshipping her with his mouth. He pulled each toe inside to be suckled and stroked before moving on to the next, the needy sounds at the back of his throat growing louder and louder, showing how deeply he was enjoying his work. It wasn't something she normally enjoyed, but dogs would be dogs and many of the werewolves she'd taken to bed had been obsessed with her feet.
The other wolf she'd allowed into bed had taken Ethan's place between her legs. Edward, the darker and more dangerous looking of the two canines, was licking and kissing the backs of her knees, tracing long wet trails up toward her pussy, but stopping before he came too close to her nest of auburn curls. He was a clever boy, perhaps smart enough to be allowed more privileges the next time he came to her bed.
But for now, her pussy was Lars’ territory. Another favorite among her cats, Lars was fairly petite when compared to the six foot stature of most of her men, but he was an incredibly broad and strong five seven, making him one of the most frequent victors in the first round battle for the privilege of fucking her hard, fast, and thoroughly. Lars was all dark olive skin and dancing hazel eyes, a Spaniard by birth, though his name hinted at a different upbringing. Catherine had never asked what that upbringing might have been, however, she was all for letting her men keep their secrets, as long as they didn't interfere with her pleasure or her ability to rule them and the rest of the shapeshifting felines of the northeast territory.
At the moment, her Lars was feathering light kisses and licks around the swollen bud of her clit, dipping down now and then to taste the well of her salty heat before taking that too gentle mouth back to her slick nub. He was such a bad boy when he wasn't getting the largest portion of her attention.
"Quit
teasing, Lars, and fuck me with that thick tongue.” Catherine moaned against Baron's mouth, spreading her thighs wide to accommodate the three men ministering to her lower body.
Immediately, Lars’ silky black hair was sliding over her thighs as his tongue drove into her pussy. He growled low in his throat as he began to move swiftly in and out of her slick heat and the sound was echoed by the two wolves at her feet, Baron in her mouth, and even Nicholas at her breasts. Catherine joined in with a high pitched growl of her own as five sets of teeth bit down on her pebbled nipples, dug into her lower lip, raked along her thighs, and gently clenched around the outer lips of her pussy.
"Lars, fuck me,” Catherine commanded. He knew the strange sensation of his teeth around her lips and his own tongue deep inside her drove her wild.
"My queen,” he growled, flinging the two wolves out of his way before he leapt between her thighs, lifting her knees over his shoulders before he gripped her hips and pressed his thick cock into her pussy. His wasn't the longest cock in the bunch, but it was by far the thickest. He always had to work to stuff that throbbing width into her, even when she was dripping wet.
And though she screamed in her passion as he started to ride her and Nicholas drew her nipples deep into his mouth, Catherine was far from lost in the moment and her pussy wasn't slick enough to allow Lars the luxury of the swift thrusts she knew he preferred. She was too angry to be swept away by lust, even with such talented men attending her.
"Nicholas, my ass,” Catherine panted, “and Baron, bring your cock back to my mouth, but don't come before Lars, or I'll have you taking Caleb's place."
Baron's cock grew minutely softer with fear as she took him back in her mouth. He had always had a problem with control and it had grown past the point of being flattering. He was young and one of her pets, but if he didn't learn to keep his cock hard for as long as she wanted it that way, he was going to have to be taught a lesson.
"Ohhh,” Catherine moaned around Baron's length in her mouth, partly because Nicholas’ thick, blunt finger was already breaching the entry to her ass and she felt so perfectly, unbelievably full, and partly to torture Baron. The vibration of her moans on his flesh, humming against his balls as he plunged his cock deep into her throat made it harder not to lose control, not to spill his seed into her sucking mouth.
The feel of her men's mouths and hands and cocks and the sounds of flesh meeting flesh filling the cave, combined with the heady, thick scent of fresh sex to finally take Catherine's mind away from her troubles. She came so powerfully that bright white lights flashed behind her closed eyes, her pussy gripped hard enough to trigger Lars’ own orgasm, and she had to work hard not to bite down on Baron's tender flesh as he shot his salty essence into her mouth.
He was a shapeshifter and would heal most any damage, but she didn't wound her men during sex without their consent. It was one of the reasons she was so beloved by her partners. Not many monarchs were so thoughtful in the bedroom, or out of it.
"Catherine, Catherine, Catherine, you have once again made a mockery of my hospitality,” King Aron, ruler of the werewolves of the Green Mountains suddenly laughed from the entrance to the cave, as if summoned by her thoughts of worthless monarchs.
If her mouth hadn't been full of Baron's rapidly softening cock and she weren't sure he would take it as some sort of invitation, she would have told him to fuck off. As it was, she slowly turned her head to one side, allowing Baron's sex to slip from her lips. The first thing she did was smile brightly at Aron, the second was to wrap her legs around Lars’ waist and pull herself up to sit in his lap, arms wrapped around his neck and chin propped on his broad shoulder.
Nicholas had already left the furs to grab his weapon. He was the smartest of all of her men, but apparently, not smart enough to remind her to place a guard at the entrance to the cave. But then, the last person who had questioned her decision-making abilities was now chained to the wall with a raging erection and no way to relieve himself.
"Aron. I don't remember inviting you in,” Catherine said softly, not bothering to keep the sexual satisfaction from her voice. Aron was a notorious prude, refusing to pleasure the females in his tribe with his body. It was one of the oldest traditions in the shapeshifter world, but obviously, Aron thought himself above such ‘animal’ behavior.
"I don't believe I need an invitation to enter my own territory, Catherine,” he returned, walking further into the cave so she could see how his elegant gray suit perfectly set off his salt and pepper hair and slate gray eyes.
"A suit in the middle of the mountains?” Catherine said with a laugh as she caressed the skin along Lars’ shoulders. His hands cupped her ass cheeks and held her lightly on his lap, helping her to be comfortable, but not touching her sexually. He knew she was only using him as part of her show, that touching in return was not only unwanted, but worthy of punishment should he be so foolish.
"I am not ashamed of what I am, Catherine, but neither do I forget that I am also a man and am entitled to a life in the human world as well,” Aron said, returning her condescending smile with one of his own. Arrogant bastard.
"The human world has no use for you, Aron. If they did, you wouldn't have to deny what you are to escape capture, torture or worse. Still, you sacrifice truth to live among them while your people roam this territory without the true leadership or comfort of a king,” Catherine said, rising from Lars’ lap and striding toward Aron without a care for her nudity. No true shapeshifter was bothered by being without clothes. For most of them, wearing coverings on their body was the more unnatural state.
"My people are none of your affair,” Aron barked at her, baring teeth that had grown longer than they had been a second before.
"Flashing your fangs doesn't frighten me.” Catherine hissed at him, baring her own fangs in his direction, knowing they were much longer. According to legend, her great-grandfather had been able to shift into a saber-toothed tiger long after they were extinct. Her own viciously long teeth helped to ensure the health and well-being of that legend.
"Do not push me, Catherine, or I will demand more of you than I had planned."
"You will demand nothing of me. I am your invited guest in this territory and not subject to the penalties for invasion, Aron. Do not overstep yourself because you can't remember the laws of your own kind,” Catherine said quietly, feeling her men tense at her back. They all knew that their queen spoke softly only when she was very, very angry.
"I remember the law, Catherine,” Aron said, his stormy eyes sparkling with what looked like triumph, “I know that you have broken faith with our laws by taking two of my soldiers into your bed without my consent."
"Ridiculous—"
"Which I might readily forgive,” he interrupted, holding up a hand to silence her, “if you had given them release in your body. But you haven't given them release at all, have you?"
Catherine's eyes found Ethan and Edward, who now stood slightly off to the right behind their king. Ethan had the grace to look at the floor and blush with his shame. Edward was foolish enough to gloat over his master's besting of her. He knew that neither she nor they could lie about what had taken place between them without breaking shapeshifter law and he was glad she was going to pay a penalty. She made a mental note to have him killed as soon as she was out of these godforsaken Green Mountains.
"No, Aron, I have not,” Catherine said with an evil smile, “I find dogs aren't much good for fucking."
"We wouldn't have touched you if not ordered by our king, whore,” Edward yelled, looking as if he would like to tear her throat out with his teeth. Such hatred, and she doubted it was merely due to his being overlooked in bed. There was something else bothering the young wolf, something he blamed her for entirely. Catherine shivered as she realized this alleged haven might have put her and her men in even more danger.
"Silence, Edward,” Aron said, and the younger man cringed visibly. Not a good sign at all. Perhaps Aron had come more firmly into h
is kingship, if he could engender such a response with two words and a harsh look. A confident, kingly Aron would be much harder to handle than the new ruler she had known less than forty years ago.
"Go to the helicopter,” he continued. “Ethan, you can escort the queen once she's dressed."
"I am as ‘dressed’ as I will ever be, and I will not be leaving my men,” Catherine said, tasting metal in her throat as she realized Aron really meant to trap her in some piece of human machinery and force her into the sky. Her heart beat noticeably faster and she had the incredible idea that she might actually faint.
Catherine was queen because her father had been king, but she remained a leader to her people because she was stronger, faster, and more vicious than any who challenged her and because she protected and cared for every feline in her care. She knew their territory like no one else and had managed to make her cats the most comfortable, well-respected, and envied clan on the continent. No one dared say that Queen Catherine of the Finger Lakes was not a force to be reckoned with, but then few knew how much she feared the creations of the modern world.
"You will come with me willingly and you will not be harmed. To do otherwise is to break the laws of our world and risk your throne. With all the enemies you have recently acquired, it would be foolish to turn your allies against you, don't you think, Catherine?” Aron focused on her face, his smile telling her he somehow knew how terrified she was of being taken away in his iron bird. Of course, he could probably smell the fear on her from halfway across the large cave.
"The law says I must offer my body to the man or men of your choosing, it does not say I must become your captive,” Catherine said, resisting the urge to back away as he started walking toward her.
"The man of my choosing is waiting at the end of the ride, Catherine. He prefers not to perform in the outdoor arena. Not only is it the middle of January, but the attacks on your own daughter have proven we are not safe remaining so exposed,” Aron said.