by Megan Derr
At least he no longer had to do the fighting and killing, and though he would do anything Shanna asked of him, he was hoping to stay out of the main part of her reclamation of the throne.
He shoved all those depressing thoughts away and focused instead on what kind of entertainment he wanted for the evening. Dancing? Perhaps a play? But no, the more he thought upon it, the more he wanted the kind of distraction that came with a soft bed and a naked, eager body pressed against his. Some lovely, buxom woman, or a pretty, eager man, perhaps some beauty that was both or neither. Penli wasn't particular on the details, only that they be eager and skilled. Yes, that sounded like exactly the cure he needed for all his pent-up energy.
Unfortunately, he didn't make it further than the grand pavilion before he was waylaid by Tishasanti and a couple of his friends—or lackeys, more likely. Tishasanti had never been very good at making friends; that required he care about someone other than himself.
Well, himself and winning. Penli had lost count over the years of the number of competitions between them. Which of them won or lost always came down to some trivial bit of luck or chance, because skill for skill they drew even every time. Even in the classroom, their grades rarely differed from one another, and never by more than a point or two.
People had called them twins, and had done it more when they realized how much the two of them hated each other. One of their teachers, of a particularly religious bent, had once commented that in every life, Penli and Tishasanti were either the closest of friends or the greatest of enemies, but never anything in between.
Penli had eventually lost count of the number of times they'd had to be dragged apart, the hours of punishment he'd endured, the countless lectures.
Each year at the archery tournaments, they always ended up facing each other point for point. Sometimes Penli won, sometimes Tishasanti, and it always came down to a surprise burst of wind or some minute flaw in an arrow.
"Where are you going, snowflake?"
Penli didn't roll his eyes, but it was a near thing. Did they think he was going to be so easily ruffled? He'd been called a flower and a delicate snowflake all his life, and far uglier terms—many of them by Tishasanti.
"I do not believe that's any of your business, plum pudding," he said, tossing his long braids over his shoulder.
Tishasanti sneered. "Off to earn money then?"
Penli laughed. "Why, did you gamble away your monthly allowance again and need advice on where to make some cash quickly? I don't think you'd draw clients, apple crumb, and anyway I doubt we like the same things."
Tishasanti sneered. "Yes, I can imagine—"
"I have no doubt you imagine me plenty," Penli cut in, "but to be honest I prefer you keep your fantasies to yourself."
"I would have thought being a royal murderer would have curbed that tongue of yours, Penlington."
Tishasanti's friends and a few others who'd decided to watch the altercation snickered and jeered.
Tishasanti's mean little laugh filled the pavilion. "No more clever words?"
"Oh, I think we both know that's not true, but if you need a reminder I can break your nose again."
"Please, you only broke my nose because you cheated."
"If that's what you want to believe, rum cake. Makes no nevermind to me, it's long in the past for most of us." He swept Tishasanti a mocking bow and strode off quickly, ignoring the lingering looks and laughter that chased him.
Beyond the enormous moat of the royal palace, filled with jagged rocks and long, wickedly sharp stakes rather than water, was the city. Noisy, crowded, and busy even after the sunset, and such a hub of activity given its vital location that nobody cared if he was too loud, too colorful, too flouncy.
Penli wandered the streets somewhat aimlessly at first, not quite settled on what he wanted. Away had been most of it, and distraction was the rest, but that left the question of what kind. Eventually, he left behind the larger, brightly lit and well-populated streets in favor of the less-populated parts of the city. He finally came to a halt in front of a house tucked in the back of a plain, barren courtyard. It would have been easy to mistake the whole building as deserted, save for the single candles that burned in two windows, covered by diamond-patterned red shades that signaled the purpose of the house.
He rapped on the door, displayed his token when it opened, and stepped inside. The scent of incense, expensive perfume, sweat, and sex washed over him. A beautiful woman wearing only a wrap around her hips and jewelry at her throat took his coat, and kissed his cheek in greeting. He lightly squeezed her hip, smiled, and pushed on further into the house.
His favorite part about this particular brothel, simply called the House, was that visitors were welcome to come and unwind if that was all they desired. Brothels back home were all about business, and business was expensive. The brothels here were nearly as costly, but far more relaxed. The vague undercurrent of shame that coated the ones back home was lacking here. Another of his favorite parts of Morentia.
Settling into his usual chair, Penli requested a brandy and skimmed over the room, nodding or smiling at a few familiar faces, but though he'd come here for the distraction and venting that sex so easily offered, there was no one he was compelled to invite closer.
An hour or so later, the curtains dividing the entrance from the lounging area parted and someone stepped inside—no, two someones, and they walked in that way Kallaar and Ahmla had about them. Two people used to being in each other's space nearly every hour of every day. But these two were nothing like the playful Prince Kallaar and the solemn Master Ahmla.
No, the man who seemed to be a lord was of average height and thick, stocky build. The kind of frame that would get him called 'somewhat fat' in unkind tones in the palace, though back in Remnien that figure would be highly prized. There, it was the lanky ones like Penli who were sneered at. The man was pretty, with light brown skin, floppy brown curls and dark, kissable lips, lashes Penli envied, and deep set eyes that he wished he could see the color of.
Beside him was a slightly shorter man with red-toned, dark brown skin, and a head shaved smooth. There were white lines tattooed across the top, as well as along his cheeks, chin, and nose. Penli had seen such before, but beyond being told it was a practice of the southeastern region and marked family and the like, he didn't really know anything about the marks. He was handsome, eyes alert as he skimmed the room, hands at his sides in a way that said he was trying to relax but would be happier to have his weapons back.
The first man's gaze collided with Penli's, surprise and then curiosity filling his face. He turned to speak with his companion, whose eyes sought out Penli and regarded him pensively.
By the look of him, the second man was what Shanna had taken to calling a lifesworn, from an old piece of Remnien history. But in Morentian, the term was bloodgiver—someone who spent their entire life serving as protector, adviser, confidante, and friend to another person, usually royalty, nobility, or other important figure. Sometimes, though not always, they were also a lover, as was the case with Kallaar and Ahmla. And, if he had to guess, with these two beautiful strangers.
The bloodgiver looked back at the lord and they had a discussion that did not seem to end the way the bloodgiver wanted—but did seem to bring them Penli's way.
Bowing slightly, the lord said, "Good evening, handsome stranger."
"Good evening, my fine new friend," Penli replied, and gestured. "Won't you and your bloodgiver join me?"
They both look surprised, but took the offered seats. "I see you're familiar with our traditions. But forgive me, I am Lord Teia ren Hallish. This is Master Sendaar Beshi."
The name Hallish was familiar, but Penli was too distracted to figure out why. With all the people he'd met since arriving and all the gossip he heard daily, probably any name he heard right then would seem familiar. And he just wasn't as interested in playing those games here as he'd had to play them back home. "I am Lord William Penlington. Most call me
Penli, please."
"Lord Penli, a true pleasure to meet you. If I am not mistaken, you're from Remnien."
"Correct. You look like you've been doing some traveling."
Teia laughed and brushed at his clothes. "Yes, I should have perhaps made an effort to dig out proper clothes before coming here, but I was impatient to enjoy one last night of fun before bowing to my parents' wishes."
"I know the feeling," Penli said, and finished his brandy. "I endured much the same for many years, but finally committed a defiance they will not forgive. So here I am." He smiled sourly.
Teia's eyes widened, and he looked equal parts horrified and impressed. "That must be quite the defiance."
"It certainly was not pleasant." Penli shrugged, set his empty glass aside, and let the low burn that had started up in his gut the moment he'd seen Teia and Sendaar burn hotter. "What sort of fun were you hoping to have tonight, my lord?"
Eyes gleaming, Teia replied, "We were hoping for precisely the type of fun this place offers. Though I'd not anticipated finding it with another guest, I certainly do not mind when my plans change." He waggled his eyebrows. "I find it's often more fun when plans have unexpected twists."
Sendaar cast him a look that almost made Penli snort.
Seeing the look on his face, Teia rounded on Sendaar and jabbed him in the middle of his chest. "Stop making fun of me behind my back."
"Stop making it easy to do," Sendaar said in a soft, pretty voice. The kind of voice meant for song; if he was not a skilled singer Penli would eat his favorite pair of slippers.
Teia jabbed him again, smoothly dodged the hand that reached to snag him, and whipped back around to Penli. "So will you join us, Lord Penli?"
Penli rose, anticipation thrumming through him as he looked between them. Why not? Might be fun for an evening to get a taste of what Shanna so obviously enjoyed with all her heart. "You make a fine offer, honeycomb, but I do not sleep with people unless I like their kisses. So you will have to pass that test if you want me to be your evening's entertainment."
"I wish all tests were such fun." Teia stepped forward eagerly, braced his hands on Penli's chest, and leaned up to kiss him soft and teasing.
Penli cupped his face and deepened the kiss, tasting a hint of something sweet on Teia's lips. He met Penli's kiss full measure, but did not seem inclined to dominate the kiss, more than happy to leave control to Penli. That suited Penli just fine.
He drew back with a teasing pull of Teia's lips between his teeth. "You definitely pass."
Teia laughed delightedly and stepped back. Penli looked to Sendaar, who regarded him pensively before slowly stepping forward. There was nothing playful or teasing in his manner, just simple forthrightness as he wrapped his arms around Penli's shoulders and closed the final bit of space between them. Like Teia, he seemed content to let Penli lead, and oh didn't that just put all sorts of delightfully naughty, filthy images in Penli's head.
One of the many things his family had disliked about him was that he had no qualms about being in charge. If he wanted to be in charge, he should look and act the part. If he wanted to be a flower, fine, but flowers were meant to be pretty and pliant.
Penli had no patience for such tiresome thinking.
Sendaar kissed firmly, and tasted of the same elusive sweet Teia had, so they must have dined recently. He kissed with intent, like a man with a task he eagerly wanted to complete and be rewarded for. Penli was more than happy to encourage such enthusiasm.
Finally drawing back, he said, "One more kiss I think? And then I think we can secure a room for the night."
They both looked confused for a split moment and then Teia laughed, and Sendaar rolled his eyes as he pulled Teia close. My, oh my, wasn't that the prettiest thing Penli had ever seen. They wrapped around each other with all the easy comfort of a pile of kittens, but all the heat and sexuality of two adults who knew what they wanted—and what they wanted was to be fucking.
Penli summoned one of the staff and arranged a room. When it was ready, he took another kiss from each of them and led the way.
The room was a large one, elegantly decorated in green, brown, and gold. Soft candle flames in colored glass threw pale light and shadows around the room in a way that made it more intimate. Incense drifted faintly on the air. Penli turned to his companions. "Anything I should make certain to do or not do?"
"Nobody gets tied up or hurt," Sendaar said. "Nothing like that."
"I would not be so ambitious on a first fuck, sweetness," Penli said with a wink. He snapped his fingers. "Then let's have done with your clothes, and then you can remove mine."
Sendaar regarded him again briefly and, seeming satisfied with whatever he saw, deftly stripped. Teia was done long before Sendaar finished, and set to gathering all the clothes and piling them mostly neatly on a nearby chair.
Then they prowled toward him, young and beautiful and eager, one something like an excited puppy, the other like a cat who didn't want to admit he was eager for pettings. Penli dragged Sendaar closed and kissed him hard, biting and sucking at his lips, pushing his tongue deep, stopping only when Sendaar whimpered and rubbed against him. Switching to Teia, he took a longer, slower, kiss, running fingers up and down his spine, withdrawing only after Teia trembled and moaned. Licking his lips, faintly surprised at just how much he enjoyed tasting both of them there, Penli said in a husky voice, "Get me undressed, pretty pets, and then we'll play all you like."
They obeyed eagerly, but had enough care to treat his clothes better than they'd treated theirs. "Your hair is beautiful," Sendaar said, reaching out to lightly touch the braids that had tumbled over Penli's shoulders, so long even then they nearly covered his cock—or would if it wasn't already hard and sticking out.
"Thank you," Penli murmured. "I've spent many, many years getting it this long."
Sendaar kissed him, pressing along his side, making it so easy to slide an arm around his waist and hold him close, feed on that mouth like doing so would solve all his problems.
Teia pressed against his other side, and after a moment Penli switched to kissing him, stroking and caressing both of them, a delicious tangle of limbs, hot, wet cocks rubbing against his skin, hands in his hair and against his chest and back. Mercy of the divine, maybe he should have tried this sort of thing more often.
He tore away with a groan and nudged them toward the bed. "What precisely were you two hoping for this evening?"
They rose up on their knees on either side of the enormous bed, sharing a look before Sendaar shrugged and said, "Someone like you."
"We want to have fun, and not have to make all the decisions," Teia said. "We can, we just…like not to, when that's an option."
If Penli could have purred, oh how he would have. "Lovely, lovely darlings, I wonder what I did to earn such a treat." He climbed onto the bed, sprawled between them, and said, "I feel like being decadent. Let's see what you can do with mouths and hands. Touch wherever, however, you like."
Their eyes lit, and they exchanged a look of happy disbelief before setting to work.
Skillfully, deliciously to work. Teia started at his feet, kissing up his legs, occasionally exchanging lips for teeth and tongue. Sendaar started at his mouth, kissing in that thorough, eager to please way of his. Pulling away, he smiled softly before pressing kisses to his jaw, his throat, lingering there and at his collar bone before moving further down. Penli sat propped against pillows and watched, keeping his hands from touching them or himself only through force of will. Gods above, they were a beautiful pair, moving in harmony even when they probably didn't intend to, clearly loving every moment of what they were doing.
Penli finally groaned as they met up at his cock, mouths and hands roaming up and down its length, balls, stealing further back to tease as he spread his legs to accommodate. "You are going to leave me a broken man, pets. That's enough of that. Decide who is fucking me and who I am fucking."
They both moaned, eyes sliding shut briefly, hands
clasping on his stomach. "I want to fuck you," Teia said. "Can I really?"
"Sweet boy, if I didn't want it, I wouldn't order it." Penli slid his gaze to Sendaar, who whimpered and nodded, tongue flicking out to touch his tongue. "Splendid. I believe the oil is in the basket over on that table. Fetch it."
Sendaar obeyed, offering the jar when he returned.
"Prepare yourself while Teia prepares me," Penli said, liking the way Sendaar's eyes widened, his throat working as he grabbed his own cock to keep from coming. Penli chuckled, and spreads his legs wider as Teia settled between them.
It was hard to watch both of them, Teia so intent on his task as he fucked Penli open on his fingers, Sendaar riding his own fingers as he watched Teia lovingly for a moment before turning a much simpler, briefer type of adoration on Penli. Watching them while also enjoying the fingers stretching him, twisting and turning and touching with impressive skill, was difficult but so very worth the effort.
When he could stand no more, Penli said, "Do you want this all together or one at a time?"
"One at a time," Sendaar said.
"Yes, so we can properly watch," Teia said as he slicked his cock and lined it up. At Penli's nod, he braced himself and pushed inside, his groan filling the room. He turned his head and Sendaar leaned in to kiss him, burying a hand in Teia's messy curls.
It was Penli who groaned then, his cock giving a hard twitch. Oh, to have an endless number of days to enjoy everything the three of them could do together. Would they be amenable to meeting up again some time? But that was a matter for later.
For the present, it was time for Teia to fuck him and he said as much. Drawing away from Sendaar with a last nibble, Teia grinned and finally moved, pulling out and thrusting back in, keeping to a steady pace at first but soon losing track. This time, Penli permitted it, too impatient himself. But he really and truly hoped there might be a next time.