Page 52 of The Concubine King
“So impatient.”Ainder smiled and brushed Ethyr’s curls from his temples.“What good is it if we can’t savor you?”
His pants were removed in increments.Every notch down was accompanied by a sucking kiss just above it, never where Ethyr wanted.The ties around his ankles were undone.The pants pulled off.His ankle kissed.And Gallus started just as leisurely back up his leg, the heat of his mouth drifting agonizingly closer to the heat in Ethyr’s hips, leaving him squirming by the end of it.
“What do you think?”Ainder asked Catocus, who was still holding Ethyr’s wrists above his head.
“I think we ought to give him what he wants.”Words of mercy, said with a sly tone.
Ainder smiled, his hands finally finding their way to his nipples, and Ethyr gasped for breath as they were rubbed.He wanted to squirm, but Ainder’s weight held down his hips.
“Hmm.”Ainder pinched a nipple and Ethyr twitched.“Two, I think, to start,” he said nonchalantly.
Something wet and solid pressed to Ethyr’s entrance.He jumped even more violently than before, arms jerking against Catocus’s hold, legs closing around Gallus’s arm.
“Shall we stop?”Ainder asked.Ethyr stared up at him, wide-eyed and open-mouthed.He could hardly breathe past his pounding heart choking him.He had no idea if it was fear or excitement.
He closed his mouth and swallowed hard.Found himself shaking his head.Varuut and Gallus pried his legs open and bent his knees up higher.He was starkly aware of the other gods seated around the room, casually watching like it was nothing more than a festival skit.
“Go on,” Ainder prompted.Ethyr braced as Gallus pushed two oiled fingers into him.
He squeezed his eyes shut, gasping.It was nothing at all like his own fingers.The pressure was disconnected and satiating—and farther reaching.His clenched muscles didn’t prevent Gallus from filling him to his knuckles.He pulled out and started again with more oil.This time when he was all the way in, Gallus ducked down and took Ethyr into his mouth.
Ethyr’s breath hitched.Gallus’s skillful tongue moved as expertly as his fingers inside him and Ethyr dug his nails into his palms, unable to get purchase on anything else with his hands still pinned above his head.Pathetic whimpers escaped between his harried gasps.Then Gallus lowered, taking all of him, sucking and thrusting harder, and Ethyr disintegrated into whimpering moans in minutes.
He was in shambles.The satisfying weight of Ainder sitting on top of him mixed with Gallus’s skill drove into him a craving for pleasure he’d never felt before.
“P-please….”he panted, unable to help it.The delight of the gods was quiet, but unmistakable.Gallus’s mouth and hands disappeared.Ethyr sank, panting and disappointed.His wrists and legs were released, and Ainder slid off him, leaving him exposed and bare on the cold floor.
“Let me do it,” Varuut whined.“How long has it been since we’ve had a fresh one?”Ethyr blinked at her, disoriented and stupid with a desire he couldn’t name.
“No,” Gallus and Gnaeus said at the same time.Ainder gestured and Ithna lifted a cushion from the floor and handed it over.He pulled at Ethyr’s hips and it took him a second to understand before he lifted them.The cushion was stuck under the small of his back.He sank onto it, shifting a little to settle into place, eyes locked on Ainder as he took a bottle off the table.
His long tunic vanished, fully exposing the god’s well-sculpted curves.Ethyr’s heart picked up again at the visible abs and gorgeously defined thighs.He had hair the same as any human might, the dark trail of it from his belly button an enticing adornment to his olive skin.
Ainder poured oil into his palm and prepared himself.Then he spread Ethyr’s thighs and positioned himself between them.
The reality of the situation hit him then, like a bucket of ice water in winter.He was about to be fucked.By a god.In a room full of gods.
“Wait!”Ethyr choked out.Ainder paused, looking down at him with gentle concern.The dashed anticipation of the room was palpable.Ethyr’s breaths came shuddering and shallow.He couldn’t get any other words past his stopped-up throat.Ainder didn’t move, watching him expectantly.
Ethyr held out his arms, a bit desperately.A slow grin softened Ainder’s expression.He lowered, adjusting his torso to fit against Ethyr’s, and Ethyr hugged his shoulders.Their breaths bumped their chests together, though Ethyr’s rose and fell more rapidly than Ainder’s.
“I have you,” Ainder murmured into his ear.“You’ll be okay.”
Ethyr pressed his face into Ainder’s neck and nodded.Despite looking like a statue, his body was warm against Ethyr’s, muscles supple under his squeezing arms and clinging hands.Ainder reached down between them to line up, fingers prodding a little to find his place.Ethyr squeezed tighter.
“Just breathe,” Ainder said.And guided himself in.
He went slow, but the pressure was more filling than fingers.Ethyr exhaled a strained moan.
“Breathe through it,” Ainder instructed, gripping Ethyr’s hip to hold him in place.Ethyr forced a deep inhale, and it took the same effort to get it back out.It caught in his throat anyway with a pitched cry as Ainder hit deeper.He buried the last few notes until they were flush together.
Ethyr breathed, as instructed, clutching Ainder’s shoulders and keeping his face buried against his neck.The hand on his hip caressed up his side, over his shoulder, combing into his hair.Ainder’s breath in his ear was soft and calm.
The hand drifted back down and wrapped around his back, hugging Ethyr tight to his chest so they were skin-to-skin from head to hip.Ethyr had stopped subconsciously fighting the solidity inside him, so Ainder slid out a notch and thrust gently back in.He eased into a steady rhythm, building a friction that had Ethyr gasping with every lunge, until he found himself rocking instinctively into the movement, wanting to feel him even deeper.
The arm under him slithered out and he was laid onto the cold floor, much to his dismay.He wanted Ainder’s warmth wrapped around him, engulfing him.Instead, Ainder propped his torso up, breaking the close contact that had been Ethyr’s rock.
“I’m going bigger,” he said in warning, but Ethyr had no idea what that meant until he felt the swell inside him, stuffing him to capacity once more.He hadn’t even realized he’d loosened.
