Page 53 of The Concubine King
He gasped, digging his fingers hard into Ainder’s arms.The god didn’t notice, or didn’t care.He plunged into Ethyr and, with the new width and length, struck a chord that ripped a delirious cry from Ethyr’s throat and curled his toes.Ainder rammed harder and Ethyr moaned senselessly, letting him go to claw at the ground, desperate for a hold on something steady.A vicious heat curled up his spine and drove every thought from his head except one.
More.
He bucked into Ainder’s movements even as his tired muscles twitched with violent pleasure.Whatever angle Ainder was hitting burst ecstasy into his stomach with every thrust.He gasped for breath between the involuntary cries falling from his lips, reduced to nothing but the shivering burn that had taken over his body.
He felt it building, but his climax still took him by surprise, slamming into him like the waterfall crashing into the river, ripping pleasure mercilessly from every nerve in his body.
He dropped like a sack of grain onto the floor.At least awareness of something other than his own body had returned.He welcomed the cooling stone beneath him, his trembling limbs uncomfortably warm and dripping with sweat.
“Why did you finish him?”Catocus demanded.
Right.He was here.Ethyr opened his eyes and looked up at Ainder.
The god smiled like a cat with cream.“How could I stop?He was having such a good time.”
“I thought it was perfect,” Varuut said, clapping her hands together.“The way he shuddered and arched…” She sighed dreamily.
Ethyr pulled himself up on shaking muscles, face warm from more than exertion.But really, more than anything, he wanted a wash.Ainder hadn’t even broken a sweat.Ethyr wondered if gods could sweat.But they could cum, so… His face burned as he tucked his shaking legs against himself in a futile attempt at modesty.
“Let me guess,” Catocus sighed.“We need to let him rest.”
“Catocus,” Ithna clicked.He shot her an annoyed look.“Stick your cock somewhere else.”
“I have been!”he groaned.
Varuut laughed.“Oh, here.”She straddled Catocus’s lap and wasted no time mounting him.Ethyr turned his eyes away.
“Ainder,” Gallus beckoned, arms out.Ainder washed back a goblet of wine before crawling over.
Ethyr faced the table, dragging his tunic onto his lap to semi-cover up.Though he wasn’t bothered by his nudity so much as by the wreck that had been made of his body.A growing ache was taking over the emptiness Ainder had left, gentle as he’d been, and Ethyr was certain every twinge and burn he felt was visible on his face.He reached for a cup of wine.
“Here.”Langath passed him a paper as though that was what he’d been reaching for.“What do you think?”It was a beautifully rendered sketch of him and Ainder intertwined, Ainder’s face hidden behind his neck while his own was surprisingly calm, though open-mouthed and brow furrowed.But it was clear from his desperate clutching that serenity was not the mood of the situation.
His cheeks and ears burned.It was one thing to know everything had been seen, it was another to know exactly how it had looked from the outside.Despite being covered by Ainder he was still the more visible, arms wrapped around Ainder’s shoulders and knees bent to either side of him, hips pushed provocatively up by the pillow below them.
“I’ll capture your climax one day,” she said, casual as could be, and took the paper back.“It’s just a bit difficult, with how quickly it passes.”
He tucked his chin, thoroughly burning, and not in the good way he had just been.He nursed his wine and listened to the tandem sounds of Gallus and Varuut being fucked.What he didn’t want to admit, humiliated even admitting it to himself, was that he would have gladly taken their places.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Though it was hours after his… activities, Ethyr couldn’t bear to face Poyut.He kept his eyes trained on the tile floor when he slipped out of the room and walked beside her through the corridors.It felt as though the whole temple knew, like the eyes on him as he passed through the halls were sharper and more discerning than usual.
He made it all the way back to the palace and into the wash room before he noticed, as he undressed, that one of his earrings was gone.It was from his favorite pair, his first pair.He and Gionan searched the wash room, and sent attendants to search the palace and carriage, but it was nowhere to be found.
“It must be at the temple,” Gionan told him.
“Then send someone to find it,” Ethyr ordered, but Gionan shook his head.
“No one but priests, and you and the King’s Guard, are allowed to enter.”
He sighed.Gionan gestured emphatically, so he finished undressing and slipped into the hot water, resolving to fetch it himself.
He went immediately after the wash, not trusting that one of the gussied up priests wouldn’t find it while he slept and steal it.Poyut was likely already asleep after standing awake all night, and if she wasn’t, she deserved to be, so he convinced another guard to accompany him to the temple.
He offered his hand as Ethyr stepped out of the carriage, same as Poyut, but didn’t follow him like she did.Ethyr stopped after a few steps and turned around.“You aren’t coming?”
“I am not allowed, Your Divinity,” he said solemnly.“Though I trust you have nothing to fear from the priests.I will keep watch out here.”
