Page 101 of The Concubine King
“Now relax and open,” he instructed, fingers digging into his ass.Ethyr braced a hand on Ainder’s stomach and, the other holding his cock in place, lowered onto it.Ainder’s support stopped him from going too far, so the slow rhythm he started with picked up speed as his confidence of avoiding pain rose.Every slide grew easier as Ainder’s arousal provided lubrication.As Ethyr lowered, the feeling of it had him moaning shamelessly.Ainder dropped his head back with a moan of his own.
“Fuck,” he huffed.“That’s wet enough, isn’t it?Don’t you want all of me?”
“I do,” Ethyr panted.
“Then sit back.”
“I’ve never seen Ainder with this much restraint,” Langath commented mildly.
“Fuck you,” Ainder said through grit teeth, not opening his eyes.His fingers dug commandingly into Ethyr’s ass and he obeyed, sitting back.Ainder let him go and he sank the last notch with a cry, weight rested on Ainder’s hips and buried to the hilt.
He gasped for breath, basking in the feeling of being stuffed full.But eventually, he needed more, needed friction.He went slow at first, eyes squeezed shut as he focused only on the delicious sensations.Then, the last of his uncharacteristic restraint apparently gone, Ainder gripped Ethyr’s thighs and set his own pace.He pulled Ethyr down into his thrusts, wrenching senseless cries from him.When Ethyr matched his speed, Ainder went faster.
His mindless scrabbling for support became clawing as he felt a heady wave of pleasure overcome him.His nails dug into Ainder’s sides and he got out only one word—“I’m”—before the burst of rapture took the rest of his words and breath away.
He slumped over, catching his breath as the high subsided and left only an uncomfortable sheen of sweat.It left too much room for the black mass in Ethyr’s chest to consume him.
He refused.He’d consume it first.
Fingers gripped his chin and he lifted his gaze to Ainder’s pleased smirk.“Now that was a good show.”
“Fill me up again,” he breathed.
Ainder’s eyebrows twitched together.“What?”
“Kiss me,” Ethyr said urgently.“Give me more.”
“Are you sure?”Ainder asked, voice measured in cautious disbelief.
“Yes,” he replied breathlessly.
“Don’t.”Kiaro’s voice was like a knife through the passioned tension in the room.
Ethyr glanced up.Ainder twisted around to scowl at him but Kiaro’s eyes didn’t move from Ethyr’s.
“You’re not going to get what you want out of this,” Kiaro warned him.
Ethyr scrunched his face.“You don’t know what I want.”Kiaro straightened, looking genuinely hurt by the retort.
“Yeah,” Ainder said, dismissing him with a wave of his hand.“Join the fun or fuck off, frosty.”
Kiaro’s jaw clenched.His eyes darted back to Ethyr, imploring.Ethyr set his own jaw and flattened himself to Ainder’s torso, kissing him hard.
Ainder gripped his face, crushing their lips together, and the fire in Ethyr’s belly rekindled and sparked straight to his groin.When he sat up, Kiaro was gone.
He pulled off Ainder, which the god gave an unhappy murmur about, but let him go.He stepped out of his pants.The gods watched him with varying degrees of amused admiration or hesitant confusion.Catocus was in the first category, watching Ethyr with a smile and raised eyebrows.When Ethyr pressed close to him, his face dropped to surprise.
“Really?”he asked, hands resting on Ethyr’s waist.
Ethyr nodded, scooting closer to straddle one leg with his knees.“You want me, don’t you?”he asked softly.
Catocus closed his eyes and rested his forehead against Ethyr’s neck.“You have no idea how long,” he murmured.The words satiated something deep inside him.Ethyr pulled his face up and kissed him.Catocus was forceful, like Ainder, but unlike Ainder it was not unfettered lust driving it, only a kind of desperate desire.
Any temperance the gods were exercising to respect Ethyr’s inexperience vanished at his advances to Catocus.Gallus pressed against his back, sandwiching him between his and Catocus’s torsos, and tongued Ethyr’s neck.Varuut leaned in too, using her mouth on the side Gallus wasn’t taking up and hand snaking under his tunic to caress him with a light, teasing touch.Catocus’s warm fingers drove into the openings on the tunic sides to grip indents into his skin.
The deluge of touch was suffocating and thrilling and gratifying.The constriction of three bodies, the moist pressure of three mouths, the hot touch of six hands.He melted into them.He didn’t know who tugged at his top but he helped peel it off and returned hungrily to Catocus’s lips.
Someone pushed him back and he obediently reclined, nestling into Gallus’s lap as Catocus spread his legs.He sank deep into him in one long, easy lunge.Ethyr wrapped his arms and legs around him, barely aware of Varuut’s hand playing in his hair or Gallus’s fingers at his nipples, focused only on Catocus’s flexing muscles beneath his grip.Where Ainder had been fast and rough, Catocus went deep and hard.The friction of Catocus splitting him open drove him mad.He thought he would tear apart.He begged for it.
