He leaned down and traced her lips with his forefinger. “While you watch.”
A quick glance at Santara’s rod told her he was more than ready for his role.
“If you’re a very good girl, we might even let you play, too. Right, Santara?” King Rochar said.
“That would be perfect,” Santara said. Then he paused and frowned. “But what about the ritual?”
“What ritual?” Maddie demanded to know as the king gave Santara a warning look.
“Something I need to do tomorrow for the Council,” King Rochar explained.
But Santara’s sigh and the expression on the king’s face told her there was something going on, some underlying current. And the king was obviously lying.
“But, Rochar,” Santara pleaded.
“No more, Santara. The discussion is closed.”
“Didn’t sound like much of a discussion to me,” Maddie mumbled. “More like a royal edict if you ask me.”
“It’s not important,” King Rochar said. “A minor matter of protocol that I need to deal with.”
“It’s much more than a matter of protocol, and you know it.” Now Santara’s tone was deep and almost angry.
“Santara!” the king warned.
Maddie couldn’t figure out what was going on.
“We will forget it and deal with it tomorrow.”
Maddie could tell from the king’s voice that the matter was closed, but it was obvious that Santara was not pleased with what had happened.
“I want to enjoy my time with you both,” the king said, crawling over Maddie so he could straddle Santara’s legs where he lay propped against the pillows.
Maddie’s tummy fluttered as the king licked Santara’s belly. Before this adventure, she’d never thought about men making love, but now she couldn’t imagine being anywhere other than right here with these two. Whatever they had been discussing seemed put aside for now as the king laved a path up Santara’s chest to take his mouth in a gentle kiss.
“I don’t want to argue,” he said quietly as he drew back to look in Santara’s eyes.
“I don’t want to argue, either, but I think Maddie…”
Maddie never had a chance to discover what Santara thought as the king put his hands on each side of Santara’s head, tilting it to give himself the perfect angle for a longer, tongue-dueling kiss.
Maddie didn’t wait for permission or encouragement. As the king began his return journey down Santara’s breastbone, she put the flat of her hand to his belly, and as Rochar moved down, her hand moved up.
Santara loved it. She could tell by the way he pushed up against them, trying to get closer to them both.
When King Rochar took Santara’s erection in his mouth, she rubbed the pad of her finger over the tip of Santara’s taut nipple. Then she skimmed her hand across to the companion, giving it a tweak and a tiny pinch with her nails.
He yelped. She smiled.
She set her hand on his waist and ran circles around his stomach, running through his pubic hair and nudging the root of his dick with every revolution. She wondered how Santara could stand it because all the time she was teasing him with her touch, the king had his cock and balls at his mercy. He’d started with placid laps along the rigid stalk and around the crown, but the genteel strokes had quickly changed as he’d captured it against Santara’s body, exposing the sensitive orbs beneath. The king had sucked them into his mouth, one at a time then stuffed them both in. Santara had writhed on the bed, crying out in ecstasy as Rochar pulled them and tongued them.
When King Rochar had let them pull from his mouth with a sharp pop, Maddie wondered what was next on his agenda. She watched in amazement as, without a sound or hint of discomfort, the king took the entire length of Santara’s massive hard-on to the back of his throat. Up and down his head bobbed, taking Santara’s cock to the base on every driving stroke.
Then he straightened, wrenching a sob of anguish from Santara.
“Joram’s balls, I was ready to come,” Santara cried in frustration.
“I could feel how ready you were, your cock nice and hard, your balls drawing close to your body.”
“Hand me that unguent from beside the bed, Maddie,” the king said, pointing to the metal container on the little table.
Maddie grabbed it and held it out for him.
“Take the lid off.”
She wrestled with the tight fitting lid, but finally managed to twist it off. The room quickly filled with the unmistakable scent of meerenwood, a rare spice from the planet Jardulia.
“Perfect,” the king said. “Now, put some on your fingers and get me ready for Santara.”
While Maddie dipped her hand into the jar and coated her fingers with the greasy substance, King Rochar shifted position and went to his hands and knees before her. As she looked at him crouching before her, watching her over his shoulder as he waited for her ministrations, she couldn’t help but marvel at what a journey of firsts this was. This was the first time she’d ever prepared a man for anal intercourse, and it was the first time she’d ever prepared a man for love making with another man.
Kneeling between the king’s spread legs, she awkwardly pushed apart his ass cheeks, exposing the hidden pucker. And stopped.
“What’s the matter, Maddie?” the monarch enquired, pushing back into her hands. “I’m waiting.”
“I’ve never had a chance to look at this part of a man’s body before, not of anybody’s body,” was her reply.
“And?”
“And I’m intrigued,” she admitted.
Pushing him wider apart with the heels of her hands, she stared at this most private place. The opening was so constricted and so small, she wondered how he could ever take Santara’s cock inside him.
Santara’s hand on her back pressed her forward. “Lick him, Maddie,” he encouraged. “He’ll love it.”
Before making love with these two, she would never have considered doing that, but now it seemed like such a beautiful way to give the king pleasure. So she put her tongue to the furrowed circle and traced around it, each little nub tickling her flesh. She could have sworn his blissful moan reverberated through her from head to toe.
“Use the flat of your tongue,” Santara instructed, and she began to lave him as if he were a melting treat she wanted to enjoy.
“Now use your fingers,” Santara coached. “That’s good,” he said as she painted the king’s hole with up and down strokes.
“Now put one right inside. You’ll feel a little gland there. Gentle with that. Touch along the side of it. That’s what will feel the best for him.”
It was exactly as Santara said. She felt the nut just inside, and every stroke made the king call out in delight.
“Santara, I need you inside me,” he cried.
“Sorry, Maddie,” Santara said as he took her place between the king’s legs.
Her disappointment must have shown on her face.
“Use that stuff on my dick so I can slide into the royal ass nice and easy,” Santara said, including her with a smile.
King Royal snorted in obvious amusement at Santara’s use of the term, ‘royal ass’.
She studied Santara as she carefully applied the unguent. His cock wasn’t as long as the king’s, but it was much broader. She clenched her own buttocks thinking about the king taking that piece inside him. She knew exactly what it felt like.
Kneeling beside Santara, she watched in awe as he covered the king with his body and gently pressed past the contracted aperture.
“If you go to the king’s head, you can rub that stuff over his back,” Santara said, nodding at her hands.
Maddie crept to the foot of the bed. King Rochar dropped his head, and she smoothed the greasy substance into his skin. From this angle, all she could see was the pendulous swing of Santara’s body as he moved in and out of the king. Scrambling to the head of the bed again, she watched him pummel the king, the fat crown pulling out then forcing its way back in.
Was someone talking to her, she wondered?
“Maddie?”
She realized Santara was speaking to her and looked up.
“Shift yourself so your head’s underneath him. Then you can take him in your mouth. I’ll wait until you get settled before I move again. Tell me when you’re in place, okay?”
Maddie would never have thought of that configuration, but it seemed like a marvelous idea. She shifted down and slid under the king, and there was his beautiful erection going to waste. Well, we can’t have that.
It was hard and heavy and pointing up in a lovely salute so, balancing on one arm, she placed her palm on it and gently pressed it down to her waiting mouth. The position was awkward, but the reward well worth the discomfort. A few drops of his eager pre-cum dripped from the fat crest and dribbled down her chin before she even had a chance to lick them off the crown. She didn’t bother to wipe them away. Instead, she ran the smooth, taut head of his dick across her skin. Back and forth, back and forth, slicking it through his moisture.
“What in Joram’s name are you doing down there?” Santara asked, frustration in his tone. “Much as I love the feeling of his majesty clutching my dick, I really want to fuck him.”
“Sorry, I got carried away with my worshipping.”
Santara laughed. “That’s pretty easy to do with that gorgeous cock. But I’m dying here.”
“I’m going to take him in my mouth right now.”
“Can you two please get yourselves sorted out? Santara’s not the only one dying here, you know.” The king’s voice was rough and gravelly.
Holding him steady with one hand, Maddie smoothed her tongue over the glossy top then shifted so she could encompass the entire crown with her mouth. Santara must have assumed she was ready because he started rocking to and fro, sending Rochar deep to the back of her throat. It was a heady sensation, almost as if she were being fucked by the two men at once. It may have been King Rochar’s shaft between her lips, but it was Santara who was calling the shots with his pounding rhythm, and she was the last element in the chain reaction.
Somehow she managed to slide her free hand beneath the monarch’s balls, cupping them gently, playing them with her fingers. Making an ‘O’ with her thumb and forefinger, she encircled his scrotum at the base of his hard-on and tugged downwards. His cock, held captive in her mouth, gave an answering kick. She pulled again. Another jump.
Her middle finger traced the line from sac to anus, bumping into Santara’s erection as it slid in and out. And all the while, King Rochar’s shaft endlessly pumped her mouth, butting her gullet on every swing. She shifted her grip back to his pouch and felt the changes as his body prepared for release. His balls had risen so much she could hardly move them, and his shaft was classen-hard, the head so engorged it was difficult to contain it.
“Pump your head faster, Maddie,” King Rochar groaned. “I need to come.”
Like a robot, she upped the tempo, trying to match the smacking beat of Santara, as well. King Rochar exploded down her throat, his cum spilling out of her mouth as she unsuccessfully struggled to swallow it all. Santara’s bellow followed swiftly after, and she hurriedly dragged herself from underneath the king. It was lucky she had, because, with a huge sigh, the king collapsed with Santara atop him.
Somehow they crawled back under the covers, taking up the same spooning position, and that was it for Maddie. She listened to the carillon of bells outside the window.
Santara’s tone sounded urgent as sleep claimed her. “Rochar, that’s the soprac bells.”
She was dead to the world before King Rochar replied.
Chapter Nine
The sound of insistent knocking dragged her from a sound slumber. Her bounty hunter skills seemed to have deserted her since meeting her two lovers. Maybe because they continually wore her out.
Then came the call of a voice muffled by the heavy, wooden door. “Your Majesty, we need to come in.”
As Maddie struggled to a sitting position, King Rochar and Santara were already on their feet.
“What’s going on?” she cried.
Santara sighed and took the king’s arm. “I told you this would happen.”
King Rochar shook him off. “This doesn’t concern you.”
“Doesn’t concern me? How can you say that?” Santara was obviously furious.
The king’s expression softened as he looked at him. “Because I don’t want anything to happen to you.”
The knocking turned to the banging of a fist. “Your Highness, you must open the door.”
The king turned to Maddie. “Santara will take care of you. He’ll take you wherever you want to go.”
“I don’t understand what’s happening,” she said. “And don’t you dare say that it doesn’t concern me. I love you. I love you both.”
The door swung open. As a handful of palace guards swarmed into the room, one of them stepped forward. “You need to come with us, Your Majesty.”
“May I dress first?” King Rochar asked, looking down at his naked form.
The officer had the grace to blush. “Of course, Your Highness.”
“May I have a moment with my…friends?”
“We’ll wait in the corridor. You may have a few minutes to say good-bye.” The squadron left, the last man closing the door behind him.
“Make sure you get her out of here as quickly as you can,” the king said to Santara as he pulled on a pair of black leather breeches and torso armor.
At any other time, Maddie would have been delighted and probably have made a comment about him going commando, but she was too worried to give it more than a passing thought.
“I’m not going anywhere. Why are your own troops arresting you?” she asked. “You’re the king, the law.”
The king’s smile was wistful. “But I’m not above the law.”
“Tell me what’s going on. Maybe I can help,” Maddie insisted.
“There’s nothing you can do. Santara will take you wherever you need to go.” With that, he turned away and headed for the door.
Maddie clambered off the bed and ran after him, but Santara grabbed her arm and held her back.
“Let him go. He’s right. There’s nothing we can do.”
They watched in silence as King Rochar opened the door and stepped out to join the guards.
Maddie rounded on Santara. “You’re going to let them take him without a fight? I don’t even understand what he’s done wrong.”
“Sit down and I’ll explain, then we’ll figure out how we’re going to rescue our lover.”
Maddie gave him a wide grin. “You had no intention of taking me anywhere, did you?”
“You belong here. You belong with us. Now listen while I tell you about the history of the kings of Tentalia.”
* * * *
The ornate chairs of the High Council members fanned out around him, the occupants solemnly taking in the proceedings. King Rochar stood quietly in the prisoner’s dock as Lord Marberry, His Majesty’s High Court Solicitor, read the charge against him.
“You, King Rochar, having reached your thirtieth year and having failed to do your duty to impregnate the woman chosen to bear the heir to the throne of Tentalia within the allotted time, are charged with treason against the Crown. The penalty for this failure is banishment from the planet Tentalia and the cessation of your line. If proven guilty, from this day forward, neither you, nor any male issue, will hold the right to be called King of Tentalia.”
“How do you answer this charge, Your Highness?” the High Court Solicitor demanded.
“Not guilty, Lord Marberry,” King Rochar responded.
The council members frowned, and he could hear whisperings and mumbling among them.
“Do you deny the fact that, although you knew that the woman in question was fertile, you took Protoron thereby thwarting any chance of achieving pregnancy with the subject?” His interrogator’s tone was skeptical.
; “Maddie,” King Rochar responded.
“I beg your pardon?” came the haughty reply.
“I said, her name is Maddie, and I accept your apology,” the king replied coolly.
“My apology? I gave no apology,” the High Solicitor blustered.
“You said, ‘I beg your pardon’, and I assumed you were apologizing for referring to the woman I love as ‘the woman in question’, and ‘the subject’,” King Rochar said in a dark, broach-no-argument tone.
Subdued laughter broke out among the council members.
“I’ll rephrase the question,” the solicitor conceded. “Did you take Protoron, a substance known to prevent pregnancy in the receiving female, when you were with…Maddie?” He said her name as if it were a sour taste in his mouth.
“The Protoron was necessary,” King Rochar said.
Lord Marberry drew his eyebrows together in a scowl. “Necessary? In what way?”
“Maddie had been surreptitiously injected with an implant that allowed us to monitor her female cycle,” the king said.
The shake of his head indicated that Lord Marberry had no idea where the discussion was headed. “That’s common practice for all our ‘subjects’,” he said with a thin smile.
“Yes, that has always been our practice. Our scouts find suitable women then discreetly touch them, allowing the receptor implant to migrate beneath the skin and pass its information to us.”
Marberry nodded in agreement and managed a small smile.
“And up until Maddie’s arrival, I had never really thought much about it as I had few women brought to me.”
“That was before your thirtieth birthday, Your Majesty. The law states that when the monarch’s thirtieth birthday is reached, he must couple with a woman specifically chosen for her attributes and produce an heir. A suitable ‘subject’ had been vetted for you months ago, and as you had reached your thirty-year milestone last week, she was retrieved and brought here to achieve that end. After her future memory had been expunged, she should have stayed with you until the soprac bells rang, by which time you would have impregnated her, and she would have been taken to the satellite nursery. The implant would have ensured your sperm performed appropriately, and your presence or repeated impregnation would have been superfluous.”
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