longer. Another sigh escaped him. Rown was just someone else he simply couldn’t have. Still, watching Rown was pleasant and he would never forget what he’d given him.
Rising to the surface, Viltori shook the water from his ears. “I did not hear you.”
Rolling his eyes, Rown said, “I am not repeating all that.”
“I’m sorry.”
“You didn’t miss much. Just me gushing about how wonderful you look when you swim, how amazing it is to me that your cock is again so hard after this morning.” Swimming near enough to whisper, Rown asked, “Did your teaching not go as planned?”
“Not at all,” Viltori confessed with a long, drawn-out sigh. “He is convinced that male-to-male touching is wrong. Always. Well, he did make a slight exception for teaching.”
Rown tilted his head, thinking deeply. After a moment he said, “Then find more creative ways to teach that involve touching.”
“So I can torment myself?”
Darting his gaze down, then up, Rown asked, “You satisfy him, but he won’t satisfy you? Sounds familiar.”
Growling, Viltori caught Rown about his waist and pulled him near, loving the way his legs entangled with his. “I’d be more than happy to satisfy you if only it didn’t violate your duty to your god.”
For a long moment, Rown hung in his embrace, but it was clear Rown held his allegiance to his god, and probably to the man he secretly loved.
Releasing him, Viltori sighed and said, “Sterlave has no idea how much you love him. How do you handle knowing that you can assuage his lust, but even if he wanted to, he cannot fulfill yours?” Viltori felt annoyed just thinking of such an unfair situation.
Shrugging, Rown put some distance between them by swimming backwards. “It is the way of my kind. Even if he wanted to, I couldn’t let him, but I don’t mind. I find my satisfaction in his.”
Viltori did not think he could ever be so altruistic.
“I’m not suggesting you do the same.” Rown shook his head, flinging water droplets off the ends of his hair. “You were not trained as I. It would be unfair for you to withhold your climax. And even I am allowed a release during strocation. ”
Viltori laughed. “Drahka doesn’t believe in self-gratification, either.”
“So he thinks he can arouse you and leave you hanging forever?” Rown was genuinely appalled.
“Apparently.” Viltori didn’t have the heart to tell him the rest, that he was now considered the property of the empress, not when he worried Rown would likely tell everyone else. The point became moot when the empress herself entered the tishiary .
Striding up to the great pool in the tightest crimson dress Viltori had ever seen, she pointed to Rown and flicked her finger away.
In a flash, Rown bounded out of the water and disappeared.
“My lady,” Viltori began, swimming over to her, “what can I do for you?”
“You. Out. Now. Follow me.” She spoke in the crisp, clear manner that one did to a domesticated animal. When he didn’t immediately snap to do her bidding, her eyes narrowed. High red marks colored her cheeks. “I said now.”
“I heard you.” Viltori knew he was playing with fire, but he couldn’t help himself. “Tell me first of my position with you.”
Leaning near, she hissed, “It will be over my knee with a paddle if you continue to defy me in the presence of others!”
Viltori glanced casually about the tishiary. “We are alone, my lady. And having you spank my defiant ass doesn’t sound as unappealing as you might think.” Any contact would be welcomed at this point. “If you spank me long enough, I might just climax. Of course, you’d have to punish me for that too. Such a scenario of discipline could go on and on. Possibly for a lifetime.”
Bithia reached out as if to grab him by his hair. Without thinking it through, Viltori clasped her arm and yanked. Bithia fell headfirst into the pool, crimson dress, shoes and all. When she surfaced, sputtering, her fingers
Rising to the surface, Viltori shook the water from his ears. “I did not hear you.”
Rolling his eyes, Rown said, “I am not repeating all that.”
“I’m sorry.”
“You didn’t miss much. Just me gushing about how wonderful you look when you swim, how amazing it is to me that your cock is again so hard after this morning.” Swimming near enough to whisper, Rown asked, “Did your teaching not go as planned?”
“Not at all,” Viltori confessed with a long, drawn-out sigh. “He is convinced that male-to-male touching is wrong. Always. Well, he did make a slight exception for teaching.”
Rown tilted his head, thinking deeply. After a moment he said, “Then find more creative ways to teach that involve touching.”
“So I can torment myself?”
Darting his gaze down, then up, Rown asked, “You satisfy him, but he won’t satisfy you? Sounds familiar.”
Growling, Viltori caught Rown about his waist and pulled him near, loving the way his legs entangled with his. “I’d be more than happy to satisfy you if only it didn’t violate your duty to your god.”
For a long moment, Rown hung in his embrace, but it was clear Rown held his allegiance to his god, and probably to the man he secretly loved.
Releasing him, Viltori sighed and said, “Sterlave has no idea how much you love him. How do you handle knowing that you can assuage his lust, but even if he wanted to, he cannot fulfill yours?” Viltori felt annoyed just thinking of such an unfair situation.
Shrugging, Rown put some distance between them by swimming backwards. “It is the way of my kind. Even if he wanted to, I couldn’t let him, but I don’t mind. I find my satisfaction in his.”
Viltori did not think he could ever be so altruistic.
“I’m not suggesting you do the same.” Rown shook his head, flinging water droplets off the ends of his hair. “You were not trained as I. It would be unfair for you to withhold your climax. And even I am allowed a release during strocation. ”
Viltori laughed. “Drahka doesn’t believe in self-gratification, either.”
“So he thinks he can arouse you and leave you hanging forever?” Rown was genuinely appalled.
“Apparently.” Viltori didn’t have the heart to tell him the rest, that he was now considered the property of the empress, not when he worried Rown would likely tell everyone else. The point became moot when the empress herself entered the tishiary .
Striding up to the great pool in the tightest crimson dress Viltori had ever seen, she pointed to Rown and flicked her finger away.
In a flash, Rown bounded out of the water and disappeared.
“My lady,” Viltori began, swimming over to her, “what can I do for you?”
“You. Out. Now. Follow me.” She spoke in the crisp, clear manner that one did to a domesticated animal. When he didn’t immediately snap to do her bidding, her eyes narrowed. High red marks colored her cheeks. “I said now.”
“I heard you.” Viltori knew he was playing with fire, but he couldn’t help himself. “Tell me first of my position with you.”
Leaning near, she hissed, “It will be over my knee with a paddle if you continue to defy me in the presence of others!”
Viltori glanced casually about the tishiary. “We are alone, my lady. And having you spank my defiant ass doesn’t sound as unappealing as you might think.” Any contact would be welcomed at this point. “If you spank me long enough, I might just climax. Of course, you’d have to punish me for that too. Such a scenario of discipline could go on and on. Possibly for a lifetime.”
Bithia reached out as if to grab him by his hair. Without thinking it through, Viltori clasped her arm and yanked. Bithia fell headfirst into the pool, crimson dress, shoes and all. When she surfaced, sputtering, her fingers
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