disguise, she would not wish to be one of those exceptions.
Sex was better when it was anonymous.
Less risk of any of the weaker emotions slipping in and clouding the issue.
Just sex.
* * * *
It was nearly dawn before either of the men showed any signs of tiring. The natural lustiness of their youth combined with the stamina-enhancers imbibed at the festival meant little rest for Ethlinda between bouts.
She was exhausted but could not allow herself the luxury of falling asleep before they did. They could easily wake and slip back to their ship without her. Something she had no intention of allowing.
Benj sat behind her, his back braced against the headboard. Though he still caressed her breasts, his cock was only half-hard, giving brief jerks against her spine as it tried to rise once more. He had been the more impatient of the two, so it seemed appropriate that he would be the first to burn out.
Aric knelt between her legs, his head buried between her thighs. He held the lips of her pussy apart with his fingers as he lapped and tasted. Ethlinda squirmed. Thrust her fingers through his short hair.
He was good. Better than she expected. Only eighteen years old, he could hardly have a great deal of experience, but he’d proved to be a fast learner. He now knew exactly how to stroke, how to touch her the way she liked. Alternating between long, leisurely laps and quick, darting taps of the tip of his tongue.
She moaned.
For a moment, she regretted what she needed to do next. It would be so easy to give in to Aric’s gentle ministrations, to let him bring her to another orgasm. If they’d met under any other circumstances…
She almost laughed. No, the young man could never be more than what he was. A temporary lover. As a poor man, a machinist’s assistant on a ship, he hardly suited her financial needs. She refused to sacrifice the future she deserved, even for one who brought so much pleasure to her body.
Sex was a weapon. A tool for advancement. Not an indulgence.
Ethlinda tightened her fingers in the silky strands, tugging him up so she could reach between them. Found his cock still stiff and hard, as if he had not already spent his seed several times. Aric was one of those men whose lust burned slow and steady rather than hot and fast, like his friend.
A man truly meant to be savored.
A pity she couldn’t do so now.
She lifted her legs over his hips, shaking with a combination of pleasure and exhaustion. His strong young hands were rough from his work, and he chafed her skin as he held her hips and slid into her, taking advantage of his generous length to draw out the motion.
Ethlinda arched her spine and rested her head against Benj’s shoulder. His cock gave another sharp jerk, rising against her back. Flattering, but not what she wanted now. She turned her head, her lips brushing the edge of his ear. Whispered a quick but effective sleeping spell. Kept her voice low so Aric could not hear her words. Yet.
He would have his turn soon enough.
As Benj began to snore, she drew Aric close. Crooned softly in his ear, repeating the spell between her moans. His motions slowed; his cock grew limp. Surprise flashed in his expression just before he collapsed.
The choice of the sleeping spell, rather than killing one or both of them, was her small way of rewarding the young men for the night of pleasure. Too bad she wouldn’t have time for more. Countless and near-constant orgasms had been a suitable reward for all she suffered since her arrest. Perhaps she could find them again later, once her revenge was complete.
Several noblemen on Lorus kept multiple young lovers—not always slaves—in a personal harem, though it was not something they flaunted in society. The practice was a strictly illegal but poorly kept secret.
No reason a woman couldn’t keep young men in a similar fashion. Once she figured out a way to reclaim her former fortune, she would have enough money to easily buy her way back into
Sex was better when it was anonymous.
Less risk of any of the weaker emotions slipping in and clouding the issue.
Just sex.
* * * *
It was nearly dawn before either of the men showed any signs of tiring. The natural lustiness of their youth combined with the stamina-enhancers imbibed at the festival meant little rest for Ethlinda between bouts.
She was exhausted but could not allow herself the luxury of falling asleep before they did. They could easily wake and slip back to their ship without her. Something she had no intention of allowing.
Benj sat behind her, his back braced against the headboard. Though he still caressed her breasts, his cock was only half-hard, giving brief jerks against her spine as it tried to rise once more. He had been the more impatient of the two, so it seemed appropriate that he would be the first to burn out.
Aric knelt between her legs, his head buried between her thighs. He held the lips of her pussy apart with his fingers as he lapped and tasted. Ethlinda squirmed. Thrust her fingers through his short hair.
He was good. Better than she expected. Only eighteen years old, he could hardly have a great deal of experience, but he’d proved to be a fast learner. He now knew exactly how to stroke, how to touch her the way she liked. Alternating between long, leisurely laps and quick, darting taps of the tip of his tongue.
She moaned.
For a moment, she regretted what she needed to do next. It would be so easy to give in to Aric’s gentle ministrations, to let him bring her to another orgasm. If they’d met under any other circumstances…
She almost laughed. No, the young man could never be more than what he was. A temporary lover. As a poor man, a machinist’s assistant on a ship, he hardly suited her financial needs. She refused to sacrifice the future she deserved, even for one who brought so much pleasure to her body.
Sex was a weapon. A tool for advancement. Not an indulgence.
Ethlinda tightened her fingers in the silky strands, tugging him up so she could reach between them. Found his cock still stiff and hard, as if he had not already spent his seed several times. Aric was one of those men whose lust burned slow and steady rather than hot and fast, like his friend.
A man truly meant to be savored.
A pity she couldn’t do so now.
She lifted her legs over his hips, shaking with a combination of pleasure and exhaustion. His strong young hands were rough from his work, and he chafed her skin as he held her hips and slid into her, taking advantage of his generous length to draw out the motion.
Ethlinda arched her spine and rested her head against Benj’s shoulder. His cock gave another sharp jerk, rising against her back. Flattering, but not what she wanted now. She turned her head, her lips brushing the edge of his ear. Whispered a quick but effective sleeping spell. Kept her voice low so Aric could not hear her words. Yet.
He would have his turn soon enough.
As Benj began to snore, she drew Aric close. Crooned softly in his ear, repeating the spell between her moans. His motions slowed; his cock grew limp. Surprise flashed in his expression just before he collapsed.
The choice of the sleeping spell, rather than killing one or both of them, was her small way of rewarding the young men for the night of pleasure. Too bad she wouldn’t have time for more. Countless and near-constant orgasms had been a suitable reward for all she suffered since her arrest. Perhaps she could find them again later, once her revenge was complete.
Several noblemen on Lorus kept multiple young lovers—not always slaves—in a personal harem, though it was not something they flaunted in society. The practice was a strictly illegal but poorly kept secret.
No reason a woman couldn’t keep young men in a similar fashion. Once she figured out a way to reclaim her former fortune, she would have enough money to easily buy her way back into
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