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He took the fruit and carefully pulled out a clove with his teeth. Pulling Keegan up against the length of his body, he brought their lips together to pass the spice back into his beloved’s mouth with his tongue. Keegan broke the kiss long enough to spit out the clove, then re-mated his lips to Edric’s, their kisses wet and slow until they forgot to breathe, forgot their audience, forgot the game entirely.
    “To your beds!” cried Duchess Alicia, laughing. “Is it not enough that we must listen to the sounds of your coupling, must we watch as well? Or shall I invite the marshals to haul you off to the stocks for indecency? You have been warned.”
    Edric groaned, caught like a misbehaving boy. “My apologies, Your Excellency. We will respectfully make our farewells, having feasted and fought, and get on to the fornicating in privacy.”
    Konrad raised a mug in toast to the “Three Barbarian Fs,” and everyone who heard the exchange laughed. Edric took the cloven fruit and passed it to Lady Alicia, who removed a clove with her fingers and presented her hand to be kissed. That done, she perused the men in the hall for a moment and set off toward the one who had caught her interest with a hungry glint in her eye. The cloven fruit was indeed one of the favored pastimes among the Barony of the Redwoods.
     
     
    K EEGAN and Edric shed their clothes with due haste, fingers nimble as they helped each other out of buttons and laces as quickly as they could, and tumbled naked onto the bed in their hotel room. The two joined mouths parted only in grudging deference to the need for air, kisses hungry. The entire feast had been a tease, a celebration and culmination of their accomplishments. Of Taj’s especially, and the success of the event—the sight of Taj on a throne, at ease, commanding, accepting the fawning and flattery as his due—had been a powerful aphrodisiac for Dan. To say nothing of the mead. He was shaking with lust, ravenous for Taj, and his dick ached from what seemed like hours of foreplay.
    Dan rolled them over so Taj was on top, arms and legs wrapped around his lover in an inescapable embrace. Taj seemed disinclined to object, if the way he moaned was any indication, sitting back to brace his hands on Dan’s chest, fingers pressing into firm muscle as he ground their erections together. They took a moment to each catch their breath, laughing a little at their shared impatience.
    “What does my lord want?”
    “Hmmm….” Taj pretended to think. “I had your delightful mouth not so very long ago. And your tongue has teased me well, for many hours….”
    “Ass or cock, then?”
    Taj’s hands slid down to grab Dan’s hips, squeezing them briefly, before bringing both hands around to squeeze and stroked the other appendage on offer. “Such a difficult decision. Truly the weight of the crown is a heavy one….”
    Dan groaned, his eyes sliding shut with pleasure for a moment as Taj’s practiced hands milked him. “I will always gladly be the steed who bears you on his back,” he offered, opening his eyes again and grinning.
    Taj laughed. “I think I would like to ride, yes. But I want to see you, watch your eyes lose focus and your witty tongue fall into silence as I take you.”
    Dan passed him the bottle of lubricant, arranging their legs so he could lift one to his chest. “I welcome the opportunity to increase my flexibility for you, my liege.”
    Taj snorted. “Put your leg down, big man, before you strain something. I’m in charge of this ride, and I’ll take what I wish.”
    “By all means,” Dan said, raising his hands in surrender.
    Taj took the bottle and squirted a generous amount in his palm. He reached behind and prepared himself quickly, just as eager to be joined together as Dan was, then used the excess to slick Dan’s cock and eased down.
    “Look at me,” he said, and Dan struggled to raise his heavy eyelids, groaning at the tight hot squeeze of Taj’s body. Taj leaned