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Meli moaned and lowered her head again.
“That’s it,” I said. “Run your tongue up and down the shaft then suck on the head while taking it farther into your mouth. Drayke, let’s teach her the rhythm. I’ll guide her head while you finger fuck her ass.”
“Like this?”
I heard a strangled cry from Meli as he slid his finger in farther, and she suddenly sucked hard on the head of my cock.
“Yes,” I groaned. “More. Deeper.”
Grabbing a fistful of her hair, I worked her head up and down my shaft, sliding in and out of her mouth. Drayke kept pace, his finger delving deeper with every stroke, while his other hand slid under her belly to massage the tiny bud above her slit. She scooted her knees forward and shoved her ass in the air. Taking my cock down her throat, then rocking her hips back to take his finger in deeper as her arousal built.
Feeling her hot mouth on me while watching Drayke finger her tight little ass made me as randy as I’d been when I was a lad peeking through a crack in the barn door. It was the first time I’d seen anyone having sex. One of the stable boys tossed an upstairs maid over a bale of hay, yanked up her skirt and petticoats, and fucked her from behind while she urged him on with wild cries. I’d have given my birthright at that moment to have her mouth around my raging hard-on while he fucked her.
Though I’d come hard only a few hours ago, I was ready to explode, as though I was a horny lad again. My fingers tightened in her hair, holding her in place as I shot cum down her throat.
Meli swallowed every drop with tremors rocking her body as Drayke skillfully brought her to orgasm.
Chapter Eight
Melisandre
I fell asleep tangled in the arms of my lovers with my bottom hot and tingling and a satisfied smile on my face.
Hours later, I was awakened by Drayke.
“Time to rise, my lady.”
I glanced around. The bed was empty. He stood beside it, fully dressed, with a tray in his hands. There was no sign of Magnus.
I gave him a sleepy smile and took a sip from the cup of tea he’d brought me. “Good morning, my lord. If it is morning. I lose all track of time when I’m in the fortress. I don’t know how you can function without seeing the sun when you wake.”
Drayke had taken me on a tour of the fortress the first time he brought me here. Our refuge had begun as a huge cluster of caves inside Mt. Jarazal. Over time they’d been joined together by a warren of passages carved out of solid rock, leading off in several directions from the largest cave, now a Great Hall. The entrance to the fortress was hidden behind a door in the rear wall of the temple.
Each passage led to a series of smaller rooms. One wing held the meeting room where he’d laid me on the table and introduced me to the pleasure a man’s tongue could bring, a memory that still made me blush. Farther down the hall, a vast library held fragile scrolls and ancient books, most of them completely unknown to me, though I’d been educated by the best tutors in the land. Other passages held storage rooms, filled with provisions enough to feed an army for months.
“How many people live here?” I’d asked him, amazed at the barrels and sacks piled high.
“At the moment, just you and me. But the oracle has been preparing for this battle with the dark lord for a very long time. Stocking this place to withstand a siege.”
He’d showed me other passages lined with barracks, nurseries for children when entire families sought refuge, a kitchen wing large enough to prepare meals for a crowd. One passage led to a hot spring bubbling up from below, where we bathed each night. The room where we slept was in yet another wing, holding private quarters designated for those who would lead the fight. Drayke said the oracle had a suite of rooms to herself, reached by another secret door in the temple.
In the library, he’d shown me scrolls that recounted the first war with the dark lord, when our ancestors took refuge in the fortress. As I read, I imagined the dining hall filled with soldiers. Children unaware of the danger outside these walls, giggling as they scampered through the passages playing a game of tag. Women banding together, keeping vigil and supporting each other during the long nights when their men went off to battle.
“I have no need to see the sun’s morning rays,” Drayke said. “I wake at the same time each day, no matter what delights I may have indulged in the night before. A habit instilled in me by the oracle during my years of training,” he added with a wry grin. “One of many lessons I learned from her in a most painful way. She hates to see people laze around in bed for hours.
“Magnus is already in the library hard at work, doing research,” he went on. “Grumbling as usual. He hates deciphering the old script. I promised you’d help him. You’re so good at it.”
“You don’t need to charm me into doing my job. I was raised to be responsible. Everyone thinks the life of a queen is glamorous, but I too had a hard taskmaster. After Papa died, Antonius drilled into me daily that the fate of the realm lies in my hands. It’s hard to sleep late when the weight of the entire kingdom and all its inhabitant rests on one’s shoulders.”
Drayke leaned over and gave me a gentle kiss. “You don’t have to bear that burden alone anymore, Meli. Magnus and I are here now.”
I caressed his cheek. “And I thank the Goddess for that blessing.”
“Join us when you’re ready. There’s no rush,” Drayke said. “Take your time. Eat. I made breakfast for you.”
He held out the tray bearing half a loaf of bread, pots of honey and jam, and a plate heaped with dark-brown sausages. My stomach heaved at the thought of starting my day eating aged mystery meat that reeked of strong spices, but I managed a smile. “Thank you, my love. That was so thoughtful. I’ll be there as soon as I’m dressed.”
Drayke left beaming with pride. I ate a slice of bread with jam on it, polished off the last of my tea, and slipped out of bed. With any luck, I’d manage to smuggle the sausages back to the kitchen without being caught.
