Summer reading trail

After I wrote The Chancellor’s Bride, an erotic m/m/f fantasy romance featuring Collin and Harral, an established m/m couple, I felt a deep desire to write the story of their first meeting. Though this 2500 word scene is by no means their whole story, it is the very first time their eyes meet, and the intensity of that moment is wellspring of their entire romance. I hope you enjoy!

 

Warning! This excerpt contains both m/m and f/f(/m) interactions.

 

Collin was bored.

 

Snatching a glass of absinthe from a barely-clad servant with nipples like raspberries, he wondered what kind of man could be bored in such surroundings. With a frown, he sipped the sweet, green liquor, his eyes on two women entwined on the settee not an arm’s length from him. Had one of them not possessed the caramel-colored skin of a Kahlian, he would have been hard pressed to ascertain in the naked tangle of limbs which woman was which.  

 

His cock perked up as the Kahlian swept a final kiss across her blonde lover’s lips and shinnied down to settle between her legs. The blonde spread her thighs as wide as they would go, her blue eyes meeting Collin’s. She offered him a pert smile and a wink, her fingers toying with the hard, pink tip of one small breast. Then the Kahlian’s mouth fastened on her pussy and her nostrils flared as her eyelids drifted shut. 

 

Collin’s cock was fully hard now, but the urgency of his early experiences in Mistress Yamina’s establishment was largely gone. Six months ago, he would have dropped to his knees behind the Kahlian at this smallest provocation, and driven himself to a swift release in her glistening cunt. Now, he watched the display with a level of arrogance and ennui he’d once applied only to the highborn and privileged. 

 

All around him, men and women in various states of undress and arousal, in pairs and threes and occasionally larger groupings, drinking, dancing, kissing, fondling and fucking.  

 

And Collin was bored. 

 

Still, he thought, tossing back the last of his drink, he’d never enjoyed the charms of a Kahlian woman before. He let his eyes travel down the sinuous line of her back to the perfect, heart-shaped roundness of her bottom, then lower, to the lips of her sex, shaved bare and shiny with woman’s wet. Her knees were braced well apart on the carpet, her breasts pressed flat to the cushion between the blonde’s splayed legs. She ate the other woman’s cunt with an enthusiasm Collin only wished he could match.   

 

Shaking his head at himself, he knelt behind the woman and slipped his fingers into her slit. Her folds were wet and plump—clearly she was enjoying herself. Collin wondered briefly if she was an employee of Mistress Yamina, or if the blonde was. Perhaps they were both clients? Regardless, the woman’s hips lifted to his touch, her back arching, her knees sliding further apart on the floor. Her pussy was utterly smooth, the engorged tissues seeming to tug at his fingers, luring him in. His cock finally beginning to throb, he pushed two fingers into her channel and began to fuck them in and out. She moaned her approval, her mouth never moving from the blonde’s cunt.  

 

With his other hand he found her clit, gave it a tweak. Her whole body jerked, her inner muscles clenching around his invading fingers. Under the ministrations of her mouth, the blonde was nearing her peak, her cries growing ever more urgent. Collin wanted to bring the Kahlian off at the same time, the perfectionist in him unable to resist the notion of orchestrating a simultaneous orgasm. Gritting his teeth, he rubbed small circles around the Kahlian’s pleasure-spot, increasing the pressure until her hips rolled like the waves of a turbulent ocean. Finally, just as the blonde arched up off the cushion and keened her delight, the Kahlian’s inner muscles went into spasm, her pussy flooding his palm with come. 

 

The moment it was done, his cock ceased its clamor. He began to push to his feet, but the Kahlian rose up onto her haunches and turned to face him. She met his gaze and seemed pleased enough with what she saw. A sly half-smile curling one corner of her mouth, she reached for his hand, drew it to her mouth and licked her own wetness from his fingers.  

 

“I pleasure you now, my lord?” 

 

Her face was a delicate oval, her eyes large and dark, artfully painted with kohl. Her dusky nipples were pierced through with rings of gold. Unable to resist, he reached out and flicked one. Her lips parted on a hiss of indrawn breath. 

 

“Please to suck your cock, my lord.” Her accent was heavy and exotic, her voice thick with lust. Oh, Mistress Yamina knew her business, there were no reluctant whores to be found here. This one was eyeing his crotch with open eagerness, her tongue swiping over her lips in anticipation.  

 

The blonde sat up on the settee, her hand dipping between her thighs. “Take us both,” she offered.  

 

His gaze darted back and forth between the two of them, a tempting pair, he had to admit. “Perhaps later,” he murmured, wondering at his lack of interest. Rising, he retrieved his glass and went to the bar in the next room for a refill. The women pouted after him for a moment or two, before finding further diversion between each others’ legs. 

 

With a fresh glass of absinthe, Collin leaned his back against the bar and surveyed the “gentlemen’s lounge”. He’d never been in here before—a room in a brothel with no women in it had always seemed rather pointless to him. But as he took in his surroundings, he found himself intrigued. 

 

On a couch in the corner, a wiry man of middle years reclined while a pretty young pup hardly out of the nursery knelt between his legs and serviced him. With growing fascination, Collin watched the client’s head fall back and his eyes squeeze shut as the pretty-boy’s head bobbed up and down over his lap. The client’s hands tangled in the young man’s light brown curls, pushing his head down until lips met groin. 

 

Collin wondered what it would be like, to take that length of flesh into his own mouth, to feel it pressing hard against the back of his throat. Though he’d never before considered doing such a thing, he thought he would be good at it. He was a man, he knew the kinds of caresses men liked, how firm a hand one could use, the point where pleasure and pain became confused. He wondered if a man’s mouth would feel different on his cock than a woman’s. Wondered if the blonde woman in the other room was truly a lover of the same sex, or had merely discovered the most proficient bed-partners were those who possessed the same anatomy?

 

Collin let his gaze wander from the couple on the couch, his attention settling on a fat, balding man by the fire, another young pretty-boy in a thin silk robe perched on the arm of his chair. The fat man’s hand played in the younger one’s lap, tugging his cock to hardness. His touch was firm and business-like, nothing like the delicate, elaborate caresses of a woman. 

 

“Are your interests evolving, jhier?” Yamina asked from beside Col, her arm snaking through his. He started, turning to face her. 

 

Cobalt-blue eyes regarded him from a face of rare beauty, her cheekbones cleanly-hewn, her painted lips full, her skin the color of ebony. Her hair trailed down her back in a waterfall of beaded braids. Despite her nearly fifty years, she was stunning. Her limbs encased in flowing silk, she was like the embodiment of a dark and exotic goddess.  

 

“Perhaps,” he allowed, bending to press a kiss to her lips. Her breath smelled of cloves, sweet and spicy. 

 

She waved her arm to encompass the handful of young men in the room. “You may take your pick, of course, jhier. Any boy you desire.” 

 

Collin made a moue, his cock softening. “They’re all so young…” 

 

“Mmm,” Yamina said softly, her lips curving upward. “The younger the better, according to my clientele. But of course, I must adhere to a certain standard. I can assure you, Collin, they are all of legal age.”  

 

With one long, red-tipped finger, she beckoned a man over. “Yesef, come here, my darling.” The man was Qaranican like Yamina, ebon-skinned and dark-eyed, his head and genitals cleanly shaved. His body was magnificent, all muscle and sinew, and Collin couldn’t help but admire it. The man’s cock was like a rod of black iron, kept erect by an ivory ring at its base. He could not have been twenty. 

 

“Yesef is very skilled, with hands or mouth,” she said, running her fingernails down the man’s bare chest, leaving two thin, pale tracks in that broad expanse of dark flesh. The first two fingersnails were trimmed very short, an oddity Col had often wondered about.  “Or with his cock, if that is your wish. The perfect man to initiate you into a new world of pleasure.”  

 

Collin felt a stirring in his abdomen, letting his gaze roam across firm skin shiny with oil. But when he met the man’s eye, Yesef’s gaze dropped to the floor and Col’s ardor cooled. The strength of Yesef’s body was not enough to counter the submissiveness in that one gesture.  

 

Pressing her breasts against his arm, Yamina guided Collin away from Yesef and back toward the other room. “I can understand your desire for discretion, dear Collin. Shall I have one of the boys see to your needs in private?” 

 

Collin glanced back at the pair on the couch. The pretty-boy was now perched astride the wiry man’s lap, impaled on a thick, hard cock, and all too pleased by it, judging by the state of his own manhood. Despite himself, Collin felt a flare of arousal, like a ball of heat low in his belly. 

 

But not for the younger man. Collin had no interest in untried flesh, in virgins and servants and indiscriminating obedience. He wanted an equal who chose submission. He wanted strength held at bay through will alone. He wanted fire.  

 

“No thank you,” he declined. “My apologies, Yamina. I find myself in a difficult mood tonight.” 

 

Yamina smiled. “I have just the thing.” As they entered the larger salon, she beckoned a young woman over. “Come here, Shirin.” The woman was dark haired, pale skinned, her breasts small and perfect. The thatch on her mound was trimmed close, her labia shaved bare. As she approached, her hand slid between her legs to tease her clit. 

 

The moment Shirin was within reach, Yamina’s hand snaked out, wrapping itself in the woman’s flowing hair. Dragging her close, she pressed her lips to Shirin’s, her tongue pushing between them. Fingers splayed, she slid her palm over Shirin’s creamy skin, from her hip up to her breast. One bright red thumbnail flicked across a beaded nipple. 

 

“Be seated, dear Collin,” Yamina whispered, her hand now sliding between the other woman’s legs. With growing interest, he sank into soft cushions and watched Yamina turn Shirin around so he had a delightful view of her pale buttocks. Under Yamina’s guidance, Shirin knelt, then leaned forward onto her elbows so her bottom was in the air. 

 

From between her cheeks, her rosebud seemed to wink at him. His cock began to ache, and he pressed a hand to it. 

 

“Shir is a very special young woman, my dear Collin,” Yamina was saying, sinking to her knees beside her. Dark hands stroked down the woman’s back and into the cleft of her buttocks, one finger coating itself in the dew from her cunt, then slipping back up to worm its way into her anus. The reason for Yamina’s close-trimmed fingernails suddenly came clear. “Did you know she is a virgin?” 

 

Collin blinked. 

 

“It is so,” Yamina insisted. “She has taken many men, but never in her woman’s hole. Only in her mouth, or here.” Another finger slid in beside the first, reaming gently. “She enjoys this very much. Can you tell, dear Collin?” 

 

He could. Shirin’s sex glistened with her arousal, the tissues swollen and pink. 

 

“Have you ever taken a woman in this way?” Yamina asked, her glance slanting up at him through her lashes. Collin shook his head. Yamina smiled, her fingers pumping slowly in and out while Shirin’s hips lifted to each thrust. “She needs nothing more than this to reach orgasm. I need not touch her breasts, her pearl, all she requires is to be…violated this way.” 

 

With a start, Collin realized he’d been stroking his cock for some time, his motions spurred by Shirin’s increasingly plaintive moans. He was in quite a state by the time she finally reached her peak, her anus clamping down on Yamina’s fingers, her pussy grasping at nothing. 

 

With a smile, Yamina extracted her fingers and gracefully rose. Shirin lay shuddering for a moment, then turned and crawled toward Collin. Her cheeks were rosy, her hair mussed. She looked well-contented, and in a giving mood. With a smile, he let her unfasten his trousers and free his cock.  

 

He closed his eyes as the moist heat of her mouth closed over him. His hands found their way into her hair, guiding her. He didn’t want play. He didn’t want subtlety. He wanted a firmer touch. 

 

He opened his eyes to find Yamina had left them. He searched the room for her, and found instead a man standing in the entrance to the “gentlemen’s lounge”, one shoulder propped on the doorframe. He wore loose Kahlian trousers and a knee-length silk robe, hanging open to expose a well-muscled torso.  Bright blue eyes locked with Collin’s. 

 

“Harder, Shir,” the man said, one corner of his mouth perking up.  

 

Obedient, Shirin increased the suction, her tongue flicking over the head, her teeth lightly grazing Collin’s flesh.  Col’s breath caught in his throat at the sensation.  His eyes wanted to drift shut, but something in the man’s gaze wouldn’t let him look away. 

 

“Mmm, that’s it, Shir,” the man said softly.  “Just like that.  He wants a firm hand.” 

 

The man’s voice wrapped around Collin, stroking his nerve endings, raising gooseflesh on his skin.  With a groan, he dragged his gaze away, let it roam down the man’s body to his groin, and the bulge that tented his trousers.  Was he aroused by the sight of the woman, Shirin?  Or was it Collin himself who had evoked such an impressive response in him? 

 

Collin closed his eyes and tried to envision the man in Shirin’s place, his golden head bobbing over Col’s lap, his firm lips wrapped around the thickness of Col’s shaft.  But the picture wouldn’t gel in his mind.  The man was simply too…male for Col to be able to picture him on his knees with a mouthful of cock.  

 

“Cup his balls, Shir,” the man instructed, the silk in his voice beginning to roughen.  “Don’t be gentle.  That’s it.  Suck harder.  He’s going to come.” 

 

Collin’s eyes flew open as the first pulse swept through him.  Fire spread from low in his abdomen to shoot down the shaft of his cock.  The man’s gaze held his as Col emptied himself in waves into Shirin’s sucking mouth.  The moment stretched like spider silk, then snapped.  Col dropped his gaze, his face heating, a chaos of unfamiliar emotion roiling in his belly.  He forced himself to watch Shirin as she licked him clean, not daring to look back up at the man in the doorway. 

 

She carefully refastened his trousers.  Fully concealed once more, some of Col’s equanimity returned and he found he had the courage to face the man once more.  When he looked up, though, the doorway was empty.

 

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