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touches continued, gentle, light, arousing. Not hurting, not painful.
    He stood straight as a ramrod, breathing through his nose, biting the inside of his cheek to keep the tears from his eyes. The gentleness made it worse somehow, brought an intimacy to it that a quick coupling would not have had.
    Rall stood before him, lips covering his own, bending him forward. He let Rall’s mouth have his sob, letting them position him as they would. He couldn’t fight, he couldn’t. He had promised to submit.
    Cool, slick fingers circled the ring of muscles in his cleft, the oil tingling, warming, almost burning. His body clenched hard, denying that this was happening, that he was sharing his body like this out of duty rather than love.
    “I will not take you unwilling, pet. You swore to submit.” The touches continued, soft and easy.
    He was trying, damn the man! He bowed his head and closed his eyes, hands holding tight to Rall as he breathed deeply, forcing his body to loosen, to ease. To let Zujan breach his hole.
    Rall kissed him, tongue sliding into his lips, hand slowly pumping his cock as Zujan’s finger pressed, stroked. He whimpered as Zujan’s finger pushed into his body, a shudder moving through him. His body clenched tight around it before he forced himself to ease again.
    “Mmm…so tight. So fine, Wintras. Have you never shared this with a shield mate? With a lover? With a curious woman’s finger perhaps?”
    He clenched his teeth, wishing more than anything that he could tell Zujan yes, that he did not have to let Zujan know that this was being stolen from him as well.
    “No,” he muttered, hands holding so tightly to Rall’s shoulders that he was sure there would be bruises in the morning. He felt Zujan move, felt the brush of a hot, wet tongue against his entrance. He gasped in shock, lightning shooting up his spine. Oh, the touch was hot, sweet, the motion of Zujan’s tongue unbelievable.
    He sobbed again, pleasure shaking him hard. He couldn’t find his breath, couldn’t see. The pleasure didn’t stop, didn’t ease, Rall pumping him, driving him harder and higher. He was shaking, caught between the hand on his prick and the tongue at his entrance, everything else fading away beneath the onslaught of pleasure. Cool hands spread him wider, that tongue pressing deep. Rall moaned, the sound pushing into his lips, wanton, low. He cried out as Zujan’s tongue fucked him, the pleasure more than he could withstand. Shaking hard, he submitted his pleasure to Zujan, seed spraying over Rall’s hand.
    Zujan stood, hand sliding over his buttocks, patting. “Very fine.”
    He shivered, trembled and tried very hard not to cry as their surroundings came flooding back to him, the sounds of the others at Zujan’s table, the fact of who it was who had made him come. He told himself that it was sweat on his cheeks.
    Ignoring his nakedness, he straightened and stared off into the distance, offering Rall a small smile as he was helped back into his tunic.
    Zujan chuckled, the sound sending shivers down his spine. “Your carriage is almost ready to leave, sweet Rall. Do you have any other advice for my prince?”
    Rall shook his head. “L-learn much.”
    “I will. I will learn how not to rule.” Wintras patted Rall on the back. “Enjoy your freedom, and thank you for the things you did for me.”
    Rall’s eyes filled with tears as the boy nodded.
    “Don’t cry, Rall. You’re free.” How he envied the boy that.
    “I-I know.”
    Zujan stood, held one hand out to Rall. “Come now, I will show you to your carriage.”
    “Goodbye, Rall.” He tried not to be jealous, tried not to wish too hard that it was him going instead. Rall had been a slave to Zujan for so long, it was well past time for him to be free, to know again his own life.
    Soon enough, Zujan would tire of toying with him and he would be allowed to return home himself.
    Or so he hoped.

 
    Chapter Three
     
     
     
    Zujan watched Rall’s carriage