[ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
lowered his head and extended his tongue to lap at a nipple, and Alysia writhed.
Please, master, she gasped. Please fuck me.
Kynon s stomach clenched at the sound of her breathy plea. Had he sounded
that desperate? Just hearing it, he wanted to be fucked again.
Brasius smiled at her and licked her breast again. She arched her back.
Then, abruptly, Brasius pulled out of her and rose to his feet. Here is a lesson,
girl. You come when I allow it, and now, my tribute, I do not allow it.
Alysia groaned and clamped her legs together. She rocked back and forth on
the couch.
Kynon looked at the warlord in astonishment. His cock was hard, engorged,
pressing up against his belly. The man s self-control amazed him.
The warlord crossed to Kynon s couch and leaned over to unshackle his wrists.
On your knees, boy.
Kynon obeyed as quickly as his aching muscles allowed and clamped his hands
behind his neck. He saw that his obedience satisfied Brasius.
Tribute
51
Please me, said the warlord, standing in front of him. You may not use your
hands.
Kynon fought with his reluctance. He was afraid to refuse, but the thought of a
man s cock in his mouth disgusted him. He leaned forward, trying not to smell the
musky scent of Brasius s cock. And of Alysia s cunt. He only hoped it would be over
quickly.
He opened his mouth and tilted his head. The bulbous head of Brasius s cock
passed between his lips, and Kynon tried not to let his disgust show on his face. He
had watched Alysia perform this act. He reasoned that it couldn t be difficult, but
once Brasius s cockhead was pushing against his tongue, he realized he had no idea
what to do next. He was careful to keep use his lips to protect Brasius s cock from
his teeth. He flicked his tongue tentatively against the warm cockhead, feeling the
tip glance across the slit at the end. The growl that escaped Brasius convinced him
he was doing something right, so he did it again.
Brasius s cock tasted strange. Not horrible, but strange. Salt and sweat and
musk. And it pulsed under his tongue, a living thing.
He felt his master s hands in his hair, pulling him forward.
Kynon tried not to panic as Brasius pushed his cock farther into his mouth. He
felt the head press against the back of his throat and realized he couldn t breathe.
He tried to pull back, but Brasius tightened his grip on his hair.
Kynon tried to suck in breath. He hollowed his cheeks and felt Brasius s cock
twitch. Then Brasius allowed him to draw back for a breath. Kynon sucked in air as
Brasius s cock filled his mouth again. He grew dizzy as Brasius began to thrust into
his mouth, and he tried desperately to time his breaths correctly. He was afraid he d
choke. Then Brasius began to thrust faster, a staccato burst. Kynon felt him stiffen,
and then his mouth and throat were flooded with hot cum. He swallowed it as
quickly as he could, feeling some dribble out of the corners of his mouth.
52
Lisa Henry
Brasius released him, and Kynon leaned back, gasping heavily. He licked his
lips before he could stop himself. He had tasted his own semen, after all, and
Brasius s was much the same.
Brasius leaned down and pulled him to his feet. Well done, he said, his
breaths coming fast. He stroked Kynon s cheek. Kynon stared at the groundsheet,
ashamed because he found himself leaning into the tender touch. Good boy.
Kynon did not sleep for a long time. He could hear Brasius snoring gently on
the bed. He twisted and turned on the low couch, his cock tormenting him, and
listened to Alysia s frustrated sighs from close by.
* * *
When he was next released from the crate, Kynon saw that the landscape had
changed. They were in a field this time. Empty cottages lined the ridge overlooking
the camp, and farther back, Kynon saw woodlands. This countryside, fertile
farmland, had been abandoned in the face of the warlord s army. It must have been
part of Caralis, Kynon thought, but he didn t recognize it. Even the horizon was
made unfamiliar by the warlord; fearsome siege engines were silhouetted against
the sunset.
Rennick led him to the smaller tent. You ll be trained here, he said and
pushed him inside.
Hera was waiting for him.
Kynon went to his knees immediately, clasping his hands behind his neck. His
gaze fell on a strange device in the middle of the tent. It was a platform made of two
padded leather sections. There were iron rings set into the sides.
Kynon fought off a rush of panic. This was it. This was what he had been
dreading. He wanted to run. His rational mind knew he wouldn t get far, that he
would be caught and punished, but he was frightened. The memory of his whipping
at Rennick s hand was still fresh, and he couldn t bear the thought of it happening
again. To comply meant pain. To run meant pain. He trembled.
Tribute
53
Come here.
Kynon stood, shaking, and allowed Hera to position him on the platform. His
knees rested on one section, and then Hera bent him forward so that his chest
pressed against the other section. Hera angled it so that he was comfortable.
Knees apart, she said.
Kynon obeyed, his stomach twisting as she fastened leather cuffs around his
ankles. He heard the slither of chains as the cuffs were attached to the rings on the
platform and pulled tight. His wrists were then similarly restrained.
Hera placed her hand against the side of his ribs, feeling his shallow breaths
and his thumping heartbeat. You will learn to trust this.
Kynon swallowed.
Hera moved in front of him and opened a small trunk. She withdrew
something. This is a flogger. Look at it.
Hera held out the flogger; a dozen or so thin strips of leather sprouted from a
carved handle. The leather tails were only short, and Kynon understood
immediately there was no way they could cause the sort of pain he d suffered at
Rennick s hand back in the stable yard at Caralis. The flogger would sting him, but
he hoped it would not cut his flesh.
She moved around behind him and ran the tails over his back. They were soft.
Kynon was relieved by that, even as he tensed in anticipation.
You are afraid, Hera said.
Her voice sounded sympathetic.
That it pleases your master to have you flogged is enough of a reason to
submit willingly, Hera said, but you will find that a small amount of pain
increases pleasure.
[ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]