required two. Damn, damn, and damn.
“…Your Excellency.”
She turned her attention back to the men standing at the foot of the dais. One of them had been saying something, but it hardly mattered what.
“Your emissary said we were to come in pairs,” the man said. “I wouldn’t have brought my brother if I thought I could offer for you alone.”
His brother glared at him. “If you have me, you don’t need him.”
“Now, gentlemen,” Kapt said, holding out his hands to placate them. “We need you both or not at all.”
Right now, she’d vote for not at all. She only needed that man in the back for an hour or two in her bedchamber. Or all night. Maybe several nights. Instead, she had to entertain a room full of eager suitors, all of whom looked identical right now. And horribly uninteresting.
If only that glorious specimen had brought a twin. Impossible. The entire universe couldn’t hold two of him.
The door whooshed open again, and the most remarkable thing happened.
Another man entered. Entirely different from the first one yet exactly the same.
This one had the same physical characteristics -- the same broad chest and muscular limbs. He stood equally tall and broad-shouldered. He had the same strong chin and high cheekbones. His gaze even burned in the same fierce blue. But while the other had looked like a throwback to an earlier, more warlike time, this one resembled a scholar. Rather than boots, he wore sandals with leather straps that ascended his legs to below the knees. Instead of a breastplate, fine fabric fell from his shoulders to where a sash circled his waist and then over lean hips to mid-thigh. Although the first man wore Alice Gaines
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metal bracelets on his upper arms, this one’s skin was naked and sleek. He’d even tamed his hair into a long braid.
Neither twin moved from where they stood in the rear. They didn’t acknowledge each other’s existence in any way. Each stared at her, sending the same message with the intensity of his blue gaze.
I want you , they said without speaking. Yes, these two would do nicely.
She rose and walked down the steps to the floor of the council room, almost knocking over her first pair of suitors. She smiled as she strolled along the carpet toward where the latest arrivals still stood like statues.
As she made her way through the crowd, her other suitors had the good sense to part rather than interfering with her. They made their displeasure known, though, with shuffling of feet and mumbled words. She caught a few as she passed.
“…not done this way…”
“That one’s a brute.”
“What would she see in them?”
What, indeed? The closer she got, the more impressive they seemed. Both stood still, watching her approach. The scholar held his hands behind his back, while the warrior clenched his fists by his sides.
Finally, she left the throng behind and faced the two newcomers directly. “This way.”
* * *
Her Excellency Eria, Queen of Heriad, Ruler of the Lands and Seas, Commander of Suns and Moons, Supreme Being of the Fourth Nebula, was an imposing figure. A statuesque beauty, endowed with ample flesh, every inch of it firm and yet soft to the touch by the looks of it. Exactly the way Tad liked his women, and his cock had hardened under his tunic the moment she’d walked across the long carpet toward him.
Now, he sat and watched her where she stood by a tall window staring out over the castle complex. Nearby, Brath, his counterpart from Noor, prowled like the predator he was. A glint of lust shone in his eyes. He’d be erect beneath his codpiece too. He’d Alice Gaines
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take Her Excellency with all the finesse of a rutting beast if he got the chance. Tad would make sure he used a gentler touch.
Eria turned toward them, the light of two setting suns silhouetting her figure beneath the filmy gown she wore. “And you two are…”
“Tad of Cyra. This is Brath of my brother
“…Your Excellency.”
She turned her attention back to the men standing at the foot of the dais. One of them had been saying something, but it hardly mattered what.
“Your emissary said we were to come in pairs,” the man said. “I wouldn’t have brought my brother if I thought I could offer for you alone.”
His brother glared at him. “If you have me, you don’t need him.”
“Now, gentlemen,” Kapt said, holding out his hands to placate them. “We need you both or not at all.”
Right now, she’d vote for not at all. She only needed that man in the back for an hour or two in her bedchamber. Or all night. Maybe several nights. Instead, she had to entertain a room full of eager suitors, all of whom looked identical right now. And horribly uninteresting.
If only that glorious specimen had brought a twin. Impossible. The entire universe couldn’t hold two of him.
The door whooshed open again, and the most remarkable thing happened.
Another man entered. Entirely different from the first one yet exactly the same.
This one had the same physical characteristics -- the same broad chest and muscular limbs. He stood equally tall and broad-shouldered. He had the same strong chin and high cheekbones. His gaze even burned in the same fierce blue. But while the other had looked like a throwback to an earlier, more warlike time, this one resembled a scholar. Rather than boots, he wore sandals with leather straps that ascended his legs to below the knees. Instead of a breastplate, fine fabric fell from his shoulders to where a sash circled his waist and then over lean hips to mid-thigh. Although the first man wore Alice Gaines
Eria’s Ménage
- 8 -
metal bracelets on his upper arms, this one’s skin was naked and sleek. He’d even tamed his hair into a long braid.
Neither twin moved from where they stood in the rear. They didn’t acknowledge each other’s existence in any way. Each stared at her, sending the same message with the intensity of his blue gaze.
I want you , they said without speaking. Yes, these two would do nicely.
She rose and walked down the steps to the floor of the council room, almost knocking over her first pair of suitors. She smiled as she strolled along the carpet toward where the latest arrivals still stood like statues.
As she made her way through the crowd, her other suitors had the good sense to part rather than interfering with her. They made their displeasure known, though, with shuffling of feet and mumbled words. She caught a few as she passed.
“…not done this way…”
“That one’s a brute.”
“What would she see in them?”
What, indeed? The closer she got, the more impressive they seemed. Both stood still, watching her approach. The scholar held his hands behind his back, while the warrior clenched his fists by his sides.
Finally, she left the throng behind and faced the two newcomers directly. “This way.”
* * *
Her Excellency Eria, Queen of Heriad, Ruler of the Lands and Seas, Commander of Suns and Moons, Supreme Being of the Fourth Nebula, was an imposing figure. A statuesque beauty, endowed with ample flesh, every inch of it firm and yet soft to the touch by the looks of it. Exactly the way Tad liked his women, and his cock had hardened under his tunic the moment she’d walked across the long carpet toward him.
Now, he sat and watched her where she stood by a tall window staring out over the castle complex. Nearby, Brath, his counterpart from Noor, prowled like the predator he was. A glint of lust shone in his eyes. He’d be erect beneath his codpiece too. He’d Alice Gaines
Eria’s Ménage
- 9 -
take Her Excellency with all the finesse of a rutting beast if he got the chance. Tad would make sure he used a gentler touch.
Eria turned toward them, the light of two setting suns silhouetting her figure beneath the filmy gown she wore. “And you two are…”
“Tad of Cyra. This is Brath of my brother
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