Ambushed, captured and sold. After losing his best friend, Wybert is
forced to give up his life as a mercenary and become a pleasure slave. The
daunting task becomes harder than expected when the attraction to his slave
master goes beyond the bedchamber.
Izz-Sarava was content with his life as the Zshanti's slave master until the new serf appeared. Somehow, under his presence, his control slips and his heart becomes exposed.
As their feelings develop, will they be able to overcome a past that haunts them to pursue a future together?
Izz-Sarava was content with his life as the Zshanti's slave master until the new serf appeared. Somehow, under his presence, his control slips and his heart becomes exposed.
As their feelings develop, will they be able to overcome a past that haunts them to pursue a future together?
Be Warned: m/m sex, menage sex, spanking.
Excerpt
© Elyzabeth M. Valey:
Without knocking, Melassar entered the
darkened chamber. It was small, with barely enough space to stand and fully
outstretch your arms. If you walked more than two paces in either direction,
you’d meet a wall. It was the Sledövat,
or Zshanti’s watching cell. Here she would sit and
observe her pleasure slaves bathe whenever she pleased. Sometimes, if she so
wished, they would be aware of her heavy stares. Other times, they were
ignorant to her peering.
The beauty of the Sledövat lay in its splendid peeping
panel, designed to trick the person bathing. From inside the water
chamber all that was visible was an impressive
painting of mermen and merwomen bathing and alluring a boat of sailors.
However, small slits were cut across several places in the panel, allowing
Zshanti to glance into the room, without
hindrance.
She sat now on a low cushion, her chemise
gathered at the waist and her long legs crossed before her. Her hands rested on
her naked thighs, her nails digging into the soft skin. Zshanti turned to face him, her sky blue eyes
sparkling in the dim light coming from the adjoining room.
“You took long enough, Izz-Sarava. Come
here, you are missing quite a spectacle.”
Melassar hurried to his mistress’s side.
Though she did not look up at him, he bowed low before taking a seat by her
side.
“Look,” she whispered while leaning
forward.
Melassar followed her lead. He gasped when
he peered into the peephole. Zshanti chuckled softly at his side.
“I know.”
His mouth dried up as he watched the stunning figure
of Wybert through the slit. The large man had not wasted any time in undressing
after Melassar had left him in the room, instructing him to bathe and don clean
clothes.
Melassar’s cock twitched in his breeches. Wybert stood
in the center of the room in all his naked glory. Melassar gulped as Wybert
approached the panel. Blood rushed to his cock, hardening it. Wybert was pure
muscle, a man made out of stone. The muscles on his arms were defined, the plains
of his chest undoubtedly solid, the ridges on his stomach unyielding.
Wybert observed the painted wall for a moment before
losing interest. He yawned and stretched, the corded muscles of his biceps
tensing as he raised his arms above his head. Melassar’s cock began to throb
with need. Abruptly, Wybert stepped away from the wall and turned his back to
them, giving them a view of his sculpted ass. Melassar discreetly massaged his
cock through his trousers. Slowly, the giant eased himself into the hot tub.
Letting out a satisfied sigh, he began to hum a popular ballad while bathing
with the scented soap left at his disposal.
A low whimper forced Melassar to regain
his bearings. Turning his head, he watched as his mistress dipped her fingers
between her folds. She breathed laboriously, her breath coming out in slow
pants as her left hand worked furiously at her pussy, drawing circles on her
clit with hard strokes. Melassar shifted in his seat and she glanced up at him,
a mixture of guilt and pleasure written on her face. Without a word, she
removed her hand and they watched in silence for a few more minutes. Finally,
Wybert stepped out of the tub.
“Do you think it will fit, Izz- Sarava?”
Melassar stared at Wybert’s organ. Even
flaccid it seemed to be long and thick.
“It will take some getting used to,
Zshanti, but I’m certain it will enter.”
His Zshanti nodded enthusiastically. “I
can hardly wait for tonight. Come to me after dinner, Izz-Sarava.”
“As you command, Zshanti.” Melassar bowed
his head.
Zshanti stood and left the room. Melassar
took in a deep breath. The smell of her arousal coupled with his lingered in
the air. He leaned towards the peeping slits, palming his cock through his
breeches.
Droplets of water stuck to Wybert’s
chocolate skin, mingling with the hair on his chest and running down his navel
to the nest of hairs over which his marvelous cock rested. The thought of tasting that body, running his
tongue across every plane and ridge made his mouth water. He licked his lips in
anticipation. Tonight, but not now. With a regretful sigh, Melassar got on his
feet. He squeezed his cock one last time.
“Duty first,” he chided. His pleasure
could wait a little longer.
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