Slaves of Love
“But he didn’t. He won’t hurt you.” He stroked her cheek. “Trust me. I’ve known him a long time. He is an honorable man.”
She nodded, appreciating his reassurance, but uncomfortable with his nudity.
“Now, let Gheni and me show you how it should be between a man and a woman.”
He smiled and returned to Gheni. He knelt beside her and drew her into a warm embrace, kissing her tenderly. She curled her fingers through his hair and pressed her breasts against his chest. He eased her back onto the bed and climbed over her, then stroked her between her legs.
“You’re ready for me, my love.”
“Oh, yes. I’m very ready. Make love to me, Jakmerah. Let me sing with the stars.”
He eased his cock inside her. Slowly. Shena watched the woman’s face as her tender smile turned to one of pure bliss.
“Oh, Jakmerah, that feels so wonderful.”
He pushed in all the way, then eased back and pushed forward again. Gheni moved to meet him. He thrust forward, drew back, thrust forward, drew back.
Gheni’s breaths came faster, and she made little moans and sighs. Their volume increased as he quickened his pace.
* * * * *
Keern breathed deeply, sucking in the warm night air. He’d taken a long walk to try to clear his head, but he still didn’t know what to do about Shena. He’d been walking for hours. Time for some sleep, if sleep would have him.
He entered the palace and strode to his suite. As he entered the sitting room, he heard some disturbing sounds. Sounds of pleasure. Coming from Shena’s room.
What the hell?
He strode to the door and flung it open. Shock chilled him as his friend Jakmerah happily fucked Keern’s woman.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
Jakmerah didn’t even look up. He just kept pumping into Shena until she screamed loudly. In abandon and release.
Keern strode across the room, ready to drag Jakmerah off her.
Jakmerah eased away from Shena and whispered something in her ear. She rolled away and drew the covers tightly around herself, her tawny hair cascading over the white sheets.
Jakmerah stood up, naked, his cock still hard and glistening with Shena’s moisture.
Keern’s stomach contracted. He couldn’t decide whether to slug Jakmerah, or to throw up and then slug him.
“Keern, you gave Shena to me, remember?”
Keern’s fists clenched. “No, I didn’t.”
“You asked me to take her off your hands.”
“Darg’ra, I said I wouldn’t decide until tomorrow.”
“Does that mean you’ve decided you want her?”
“I didn’t want you to have her.”
He stared at Shena’s naked shoulder, barely showing beyond the white sheets. He had blown it. Jakmerah had relieved her of her virginity. Keern wished he had it to do over. He wanted to be her first one. In fact, he wanted to be her only one. Ever.
But it was too late now.
“Keern, do you want Shena?”