“How so?”
“You would have come into my mouth and given me nothing in return.”
“I am a Sea Dragon. When I fuck, I come multiple times. I would not have left you unsatisfied.”
I cocked my head. “All right, then, drop your pants.”
His eyebrows shot up, and his pants went down. His cock was still hard. Still assuming I'd give in. But we were going to do this my way.
Smirking, I went to Jucai and cupped his cheek to pull him into another kiss. He stiffened at first, but then melted against me, his hair swinging forward with his movement. Arms around me, Jucai ground his shaft against mine, through my pants. As we kissed, he undid my pants and shoved them down. Groaning, the King grabbed my hips and slid our cocks together. His hands moved up my back, under my tunic.
Jucai spoke against my lips, “Take off your shirt.”
I let go of him to lift my tunic over my head and toss it onto a bush. Then we were grinding our bare bodies together, pants pooled around our ankles. Ridiculous, really, but it didn't feel that way. Unable to wait a second longer, I slid my hand between us and grabbed his shaft. The King shuddered and gasped, taking my air through our kiss. I let him go and stepped back.
Jucai's eyelids fluttered open, and his wet, swollen lips parted. I held his dreamy stare as I dropped to my knees. One hand on his hip and the other on the base of his cock, I stared up at him. His expression had shifted from expectant arrogance to uncertain anticipation. He pushed my hair back and waited.
I licked the tip of his cock.
Jucai flinched and gasped as if he had never been touched there before.
Now that was more like what I had been expecting. Pleased with the change in him, I gave him what we both wanted. Closing my eyes, I moved down his length. Salt and clean man—the taste made my head spin. With tight lips and a curled tongue, I worked the King into a state of shuddering bliss, taking him to the brink of release before drawing back. After the third time, I sensed his rise and slowed, Jucai growled and grabbed my head with both hands. Before he could face fuck me, I jerked out of his grasp and stood up. Jucai's mouth fell open.
“Don't worry, Your Majesty. We're not finished. Far from it.” I turned to the railing and leaned on it.
Chest heaving, Jucai pulled up his pants and positioned himself between my legs. I watched over my shoulder as he removed something from a pocket and then let his pants fall again. It was a glass vial. He opened it and poured a few drops of golden liquid onto his cock. After capping the vial, he tossed it onto his tunic.
As he rubbed the liquid in, he met my gaze. “Nectar of the hress flower.” He pushed my left cheek aside with one hand and guided himself with the other. Rubbing his tip over my opening, he said, “It tastes sweet and stays slick.”
“You just carry that around with you?”
He grinned. “I never know when I might meet a handsome Land Dragon who demands to be pleasured.”
Chuckling, I gazed across the palace grounds and over the wall to the ancient city. Could there have been a more wondrous place for our first joining? No, such a place didn't exist.
Light pressure came and then a delicious fullness. Jucai breached me with careful in-and-out forays, testing my readiness. I circled my hips, working myself onto him until he slid in fully. We both gasped and then settled into panting moans with his thrusting. Slow at first and then faster, Jucai worked steadily into powerful slams that sent me jerking forward.
Rapture ruled. Consumed me. All I knew was beauty and pleasure. I looked over my shoulder to see the Sea King—hands gripping my hips, belly rolling with every thrust, hair wild around him, and an expression of sublime ecstasy on his face. I'd never seen anything so magnificent. His biceps bulged, sweat dripped down his pectorals, and his eyes flashed as he locked them with mine.
It was as if that look was a physical touch, so powerful that it sent both of us over. My head swung forward and then arched back as I cried out, the King's grunts echoing mine. I felt him fill me, and something tingled in my chest. I shivered with my fading orgasm, and the tingling settled.
Jucai's hands slid away, and his cock slipped free. I sighed, assuming it was over, and bent to pull up my pants. I turned as I fastened them and found the King with his pants already on, reaching for my tunic.
The King handed me my tunic and belt and then gathered his clothing. After draping his belt and tunic over his forearm, he retrieved his crown and slipped it onto his arm as well. Elbowbent, his clothes and crown gathered over it, leaving his other hand free to take mine.
I raised my eyebrows in question as he led me back through the garden and into the palace. The King didn't notice my confusion. He led me to a set of stairs, and we climbed them in silence. I don't know how many floors we passed. I was focused on him again. Our interaction—both the conversation and the sex—had been the strangest and most wondrous I'd ever experienced. Was he thinking the same? And where was he taking me?
By the time my racing thoughts settled enough for me to speak, we were approaching a pair of stoic Gashi guards, standing to the sides of a golden door. A guard opened it for us, and both bowed as we passed. Neither seemed surprised to see their king with an unknown man, both of us half-dressed.
Sea Dragons appeared to be as promiscuous as we Land Dragons. Or maybe it was just Jucai.
The Sea King led me down a wide, curving corridor, past several closed doors on our right. The soft sound of conversation and the scent of baking bread wafted out of an open door on our left. Through it, I glimpsed a central, circular space serving as a kitchen. We went up a set of stairs at the end of the corridor and around another circling corridor. The central space was the same size as the kitchen below it except it was defined by wrought iron screens of curling bars that hid nothing. A group of women from every underwater race (except Sea Dragon) lounged in the room on low couches or in the central, sunken pool. But when they saw the King, they all stood up and bowed to him. Several were naked; the rest barely wore anything.
I gaped at them for a few long moments before I remembered my manners and diverted my gaze, focusing instead on the wall to my right. Here, most of the doors were open, giving me views of small but luxurious bedrooms. Bedrooms plus half-naked women added up to a harem in my mind. I'd heard rumors about the sea kings keeping harems, but I'd thought it was just gossip.
As I followed Jucai up another set of stairs, I whispered, “Are those women your concubines?”
Jucai paused on the landing and looked at me as if he thought I might be jesting. “No, they are my bed slaves.”
