Chapter 5 Kaitlyn #2
It was a thick, heavy column of dark tan flesh, veined and pulsing with a life of its own.
The head was a broad, smooth helmet, flushed a deep, ruddy bronze and already glistening with a bead of clear pre-cum that traced a slow path down its length.
It was long—intimidatingly so—but it was the base of it that nearly stole her ability to think.
What the hell? she thought, her eyes fixing on the spot.
Just above where his heavy sac hung, his shaft swelled into a pronounced, fist-sized bulge. It wasn’t a subtle thickening—it was a pronounced knot—a biological feature that promised an intimacy that was utterly inescapable.
Because once that thing gets inside you, there’s no getting away until it goes down.
The thought made her blush and for some reason, the sight of the knot sent a fresh flood of heat between her own thighs, making the diaphanous skirt she wore feel suddenly far too thin and see-through.
Empress Shatezarra leaned forward, her rainbow-sheened skin catching the light from the glowing orbs floating near the vaulted ceiling. Her eyes, a luminous violet, widened with frank curiosity.
“Oh my,” she breathed, the ruby pendants on her nipples swaying. “What an impressive specimen. But what is that?” She pointed one slender, silver-tipped finger directly at the swollen knot.
Kaitlyn’s mind went blank. Her mouth opened, but only a faint sound emerged.
She could feel the weight of Braze’s gaze on the side of her face…
could sense the tension thrumming through his muscular form.
But she couldn’t even begin to explain the swelling at the base of his cock—somehow her mouth just wouldn’t move.
“That is my Bonding Knot—also known as a Mating Fist, Your Highness.” Braze’s voice was a low, gravelly rumble that vibrated through the space between them. He didn’t sound ashamed, Kaitlyn thought—just matter-of-fact.
The Empress’s eyebrows climbed towards her hairline.
“And whatever is it for?”
“For Bonding,” he answered. “When my Mistress takes me—” He paused, and Kaitlyn heard the slight, deliberate correction, “—my wife, I mean—when she takes me and wants to Bond me to her, she has me thrust all the way inside her. Deep in her pussy.”
He looked at Kaitlyn as he spoke, holding her gaze with his own and the hot, dirty words and the mental images his deep voice invoked sent an erotic pulse through her entire body.
“You do, do you?” The Empress seemed intrigued.
“Yes. Then my knot swells until it binds the two of us together. We’ll be locked in place for as long as the Bonding lasts—which can sometimes take hours,” Braze said.
A soft, intrigued gasp came from the Empress.
“Oh my!” she exclaimed, her earlier lazy demeanor replaced by keen interest. She looked from the formidable evidence before her to Kaitlyn’s flushed face. “And can you take all of that, my dear?” she asked, her tone a mixture of awe and skepticism. “It seems rather, er, substantial.”
Kaitlyn was burning up. The warm, spicy scent of Braze—his Bonding Scent?
—was now a palpable cloud around them. She smelled spice and leather and pure, undiluted male.
It coiled in her lungs and seeped into her blood, making her head swim and her pussy clench with empty, aching need.
What was wrong with her? She had to get hold of herself!
They were on a mission here and she was drowning in lust.
Making an effort to get herself together, Kaitlyn straightened her spine.
“Er, yes, Your Majesty, I can take it,” she managed, thought she could feel a blush burning her cheeks.
She forced her eyes away from her Protector’s huge cock, meeting the Empress’s curious gaze.
“But only because Braze, and all his kind—Beast Kindred, that is—make a special kind of chemical in their saliva and their pre-cum.” She gestured weakly at the glistening tip.
“It…it helps me stretch. To, er, accommodate him. It makes everything more pliable, and incredibly sensitive, but without pain,” she added, thinking it was a nice touch, though she wasn’t sure if it was true or not.
“Well, well. How fascinating.” The Empress nodded slowly, her eyes gleaming with intellectual and sensual delight.
“A built-in mechanism for ensuring mutual pleasure and inseparable union. We have aphrodisiacs and bonding pheromones in our Love Vine also.” She gave a regal wave of her hand.
“You may cover him again. I’ve seen enough. ”
With trembling fingers, Kaitlyn dragged the maroon cloth back over Braze’s thick erection, her touch lingering for a heartbeat on the scorching heat of his flesh. As she did, Braze shifted slightly, a low, almost inaudible growl coming from deep in his chest.
The sound went straight through Kaitlyn, making her shift and press her thighs together.
The Empress settled back into her nest of cushions, stroking the head of her concubine, who had remained diligently at his task throughout the entire exchange.
“I would like the two of you to stay with me, here in the palace, for a few days,” she announced, her voice taking on a more formal tone.
“A trade agreement of this nature, involving something as sacred as our Love Vine, cannot be based on a single audience. I must see if your attitudes and your actions truly align with our own.” A faint frown touched her lips.
“I’m afraid, in the past, we’ve had envoys from other peoples come asking to make trade agreements with us, but we found they were only pretending to share our values.
They performed affection in public but treated their companions with coldness in private.
I dislike this sort of lying and deception. ”
A cold trickle of anxiety cut through the haze of Kaitlyn’s arousal. Pretending. The word echoed in the vast room. She felt Braze go very still beside her.
“Of course you do, Your Majesty,” she said quickly, injecting as much sincerity as she could muster into her voice. “The foundation of any agreement should be trust. We’re happy to stay with you—thank you for honoring us with the invitation.”
She chanced a glance down at Braze, who had knelt again after the inspection of his equipment was over. His head was still bowed, his expression unreadable, but the line of his broad shoulders was tense.
“Very good.” The Empress’s smile returned, though it didn’t quite reach her assessing eyes. “Now, there is a banquet tonight in honor of the new moon. And your husband,” she said, looking pointedly at Braze’s simple, two-panel attire, “Must be dressed correctly for it.”
“Er, is he not dressed to the correct standards?” Kaitlyn asked uncertainly. She had thought, after seeing the other males, that the revealing silk panels her Protector wore were the standard.
“For everyday Court life, perhaps. But not for a formal banquet,” the Empress informed them, a hint of amusement in her voice.
“There are hierarchies, my dear. Symbols of ownership and devotion to be displayed. I will send you to my Mistress of the Wardrobe—she will provide you with everything you require. And I will see you both tonight.” She made a graceful, shooing gesture with one hand.
“You are dismissed. Enjoy the amenities of the palace.”
The audience was clearly over. A herald in stiff golden livery stepped forward, bowing.
Kaitlyn nudged Braze gently with her thigh, and he rose to his feet in one fluid, powerful motion to tower over her once more.
As they turned to follow the herald back down the long purple carpet, Kaitlyn heard the Empress sigh, a sound of pure contentment.
“Oh, Stanlow, yes… right there, darling…”
The wet, rhythmic lapping resumed—louder now, and more urgent. Then came a soft, shuddering gasp from the Empress, followed by a series of breathy, escalating moans that echoed softly in the opulent chamber. “Yesss… ah! Ah! Just like that, don’t stop, don’t you dare stop… Oooh!”
The unmistakable sounds of the Empress reaching her climax followed them out—a blatant and sensuous soundtrack for their exit. The massive golden doors swung shut behind them, muffling but not erasing the final, satisfied cry.
In the sudden, cool quiet of the antechamber, Kaitlyn felt dizzy. The scent of the big Beast Kindred…the image of his body…the Empress’s probing questions, and his growling, graphic replies—all swirled in her head.
But she didn’t have time to process the experience—the herald was already gliding away, expecting them to follow.
She looked up at Braze. His golden eyes met hers, blazing in the dimmer light.
They held a storm of emotions—arousal, yes, but also a stark, vulnerable intensity she had never seen there before.
The charade was over for now, but a far more dangerous game had just been announced, and Kaitlyn knew it.
They had to stay…they had to perform. And after what had just been revealed, Kaitlyn wasn’t sure where the performance ended…and her own desperate, hungry truth began.