Page 29 of The Concubine King
“How precious the flowers seem,” she said airily, “when I know you walk among them.”He blinked up at her and she smiled adoringly, kissing his nose.“A line from a poem that a mortal once made for me.”Her smile faded with a sigh.“I cannot show my face to the mortal world anymore, for at least one always becomes infatuated.”
“It is not as though you dissuade them,” Gnaeus said, not looking up from the strip of threads she was weaving.
“Oh, I cannot help it,” Varuut replied ruefully, hugging Ethyr and resting her head against his.“They are so easy to love.”
Ainder, sitting on the other side of the table, clicked his tongue.“You mean they’re easy to persuade into loving you.”He popped a berry into his mouth.
“I hope so,” Varuut murmured, grazing her knuckles along Ethyr’s jaw.
“I thought I had imagined his beauty,” Gallus said, running his fingertips softly across Ethyr’s bare chest and making him shiver.“But he is even better than I remember.”
“Come on, Gallus, give us a show,” Ainder egged.
“He’s only just gotten here,” Gnaeus rebuked.“Give him a few minutes to settle, why don’t you?”
“You never let me have fun,” Ainder whined.
“You had plenty of fun with Verusias,” Langath told him.
“That’s not the same,” he complained.“He was already trained.At least let me test his skill.”
The other gods looked between themselves in some sort of silent debate before their attention returned to Ethyr.
Gnaeus lifted a goblet off the table, offering it to him.“You’d better have a drink first.”
He took it, a little confused and worried, but drank it.
Ainder moved to sit on one of the seats along the wall and beckoned with a hand.“Ethyr.”
He looked around.All the gods’ gazes were still on him, and his face burned.Even Kiaro watched, though he was leaning disinterestedly back in his seat, arms crossed.
He got up and went to Ainder’s side, heart fluttering.
“On your knees,” Ainder instructed.
Ethyr obeyed nervously, getting a better idea of where this was headed.Mikel was the only one he’d ever pleasured, and he had a feeling Mikel’s standards were much lower than a god’s.
“Have you sucked a man off before?”
Ethyr tensed, appalled at the vulgar bluntness.But Ainder only looked down at him curiously.He swallowed and nodded.
The god’s eyebrows rose, surprised or impressed Ethyr couldn’t tell.He settled back comfortably against the wall, a small smile on his lips.“Show me.”
Ethyr exhaled quietly, steeling himself.The fact that others were watching made his stomach twist in trepidation; it added more pressure to an expectation he already doubted he could reach.
He slid a hand up Ainder’s firm thigh, heart beating faster the higher he got.When he reached the top he shakily dipped his fingers under the fabric between Ainder’s legs.He was already hard, so at least Ethyr didn’t have to worry about that.He brushed his fingers up the shaft.Ainder sank back a little more.Aside from the stiffness of his cock, he seemed unaffected, watching with only mild interest.
Ethyr took hold of him.He went slow, stalling.
“You should know I don’t appreciate caution,” Ainder reprimanded.Ethyr's shoulders raised.
He shuffled closer and Ainder opened his legs to make room for him.Ethyr delicately drew aside the fabric to reveal his erection in its full, gently curved glory.The back of his neck pricked.He kept hold of the base as he applied his mouth to the top, sucking.Ainder’s breath sounded pleased, which reassured him a little.
Despite it not being as big as he’d thought it would be, he couldn’t get the whole thing in his mouth.He went as far as he could anyway, using his hand to make up the rest.
“Well?”Catocus asked cavalierly.“How is he?”
“Not bad,” Ainder said.His voice was clear and controlled, without a hint of his dick being in someone’s mouth.“A little sloppy and simple.”
