Chapter One
In the year of Joram, 1276
King Rochar’s Palace on Tentalia
The smell of sweat permeated King Rochar’s stark training room. His arms ached, his fingers struggling to keep hold of the slippery grip of the sword. Tension hummed through his body. Santara was on the top step now, right outside the king’s chamber, his proximity all but destroying the monarch’s concentration. Rochar pivoted, lowering his blade. “Disengage,” he quickly called to the robo-knight.
In this warrior space, he was able to empty his mind, focus only on the sparring. Too bad his dick couldn’t enter the same state of absolute meditation. No matter how profound his centering , Santara’s tenacity always managed to penetrate it. That first gentle caress on his cock, the one he’d felt minutes before, meant that Santara was on the hunt. For him. And he knew there was no point trying to continue the session. His lover was persistent. His lover would find him.
Fortunately for Rochar, his complete single mindedness while drilling meant Santara wouldn’t be able to use their mind link to locate him. Santara would have to search, and the longer he searched, the more insistent the invisible hand petting Rochar’s erection would become. King Rochar loved this game.
There was no element of surprise as the door swung open behind him, no need to keep his weapon at the ready. Although his lover may have entered silently, Santara could never enter undetected. The king’s almost trance-like fighting state had been infiltrated as soon as Santara had begun his hunt.
Santara stepped over the threshold, and the king’s heart sped up. Even after all their years together, this man still had the power to bring King Rochar to his knees. In all ways.
“You’re a tricky bastard to find,” the king’s lover said as he strode to stand before his liege. Only in public would he bow to King Rochar. In private, they were equals.
King Rochar smiled. “I know.” He ran a hand through Santara’s mane of long, brown hair. His partner was so easy to read. The moment the loving touch skimmed his scalp, he immediately relaxed, drawing a deep breath.
Santara slowly shook his head. “I thought I had the upper hand making you wait for me, but you like it when I have to search for you, don’t you?”
The king greedily slid his hand down to cup the bulge in Santara’s black leather breeches. “Let’s just say, I like your eagerness when you find me.” He squeezed.
Santara moaned and flexed his hips more firmly into the king’s grasp.
“And I love knowing your cock is getting harder and harder, the closer you get,” King Rochar said, stroking the butter-soft material.
Although the robo-knight was nothing more than a machine, Rochar wanted privacy for what he planned to do. “Session’s over. You may head back to the main arena,” Rochar said over his shoulder to the android.
The lifelike machine bowed. “As you wish, Your Majesty.”
His companion stepped aside to allow the automaton to pass then moved back to slip his arms around the king’s waist. They were of a similar height, so Rochar was able to look directly into those dark eyes. He read the concern so evident there, felt it as those hands shifted to grasp his head and pull him forward for a gentle kiss before releasing him.
“I wondered where you were,” Santara said.
Rochar grinned at the man who’d been given to him as his consort so many years ago. “We’ve been together too long for that lie. You knew exactly where I’d be, didn’t you?”
Santara returned the cheeky grin and nodded. “You’re right. I wanted to tease your dick with my prolonged hunt because I know how much you love the anticipation.” His face grew serious. “But I was concerned, too. I know that when you sneak out of bed without waking me, you’re worried about something. And when you’re worried, you always come here.”
King Rochar ran the back of his hand
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