Perfect Master(5)

“Come, my lord, your bride awaits you.” As always when he spoke, Hikaru dropped to his knees before Arik, touching his bald head to the floor in obeisance.

“Rise.” Seeing Hikaru and his other three cousins prostrated before him always unnerved Arik. Whenever they did, it brought home that fact to Arik that they no longer were royal princes but merely royal eunuchs.

But for a quirk of fate and a sense of self-preservation he’d developed early on, Arik might have been like them, bowing before his prince or his king. If he’d chosen life in the comfort of the castle over a frantic flight into exile with his manhood intact twelve years ago while his father had been near death and intent on securing the succession for his heir, he would have been forever denied his royal birthright.

He looked down at his personal body servant, Hikaru, who had made the choice to stay rather than flee the palace before he’d had the chance to understand what pleasures he had sacrificed, for he’d been just nine years old to Arik’s seventeen when the supposedly dying king had decreed that males of the royal family’s next generation, other than the heir, Tabor, were to be gelded.

Arik sighed. He had made his choice, and so had they. He stepped forward, growling the traditional order Hikaru obviously expected to hear. “Go to my bride and make her ready to accept my cock.”

“Yes, my lord. Would you have the lady Emerald restrained for your pleasure?”

If only Arik could count on her accepting him willingly—but no. He dared not risk her bolting before his father and the court, which she very well might do anyhow when she got a look at him decked out head to toe in black leather. Unmasked and unclothed, though, he would surely frighten her more. “Yes. Bind her well. Take care, though, not to cause her any injury.” Slowly, painstakingly, for he wanted no one to realize the extent of damage his attackers had caused to his leg and hip, Arik followed Hikaru to the dais where Emerald lay, a pagan sacrifice to his father’s desire to perpetuate their line, and to his own raging lust.

Her striking green eyes widened when he stepped into her line of vision. She strained against silken bonds even as she raised her hips to give Hikaru better access to her glistening cunt when he bent to tongue her tiny jewel. Hikaru’s brothers stepped aside and prostrated themselves, giving Arik an arousing view of his bride’s hardened nipples with the emerald-studded gold chain connecting them to another emerald that winked in her navel.



Emerald stifled a cry. This was her Master? This fearsome creature stood at least a head taller than the next tallest man in the hall. The skin-tight black leather suit encased him from head to toe but for his rampant arousal and one glittering dark eye. It clung lovingly to massive, rippling muscles. The gleaming leather caught light from a thousand flickering candles held in sconces around her and along the expanse of pink marble walls.

Certainly this monster could not be the same man as the perfect prince she’d glimpsed last night. Yet he had to be. The royal eunuchs who had prepared her fell back and knelt at his approach, touching the tops of their shaved heads to the marble floor in a sensually choreographed act of obeisance—the kind of total submission these proud royals would offer only to their prince or king. Courtiers who’d been conversing quietly turned silent and bowed their heads as the giant passed them.

Yes, the man behind the fearsome mask had to be her prince. Her Master.

She stared at his cock, a huge purple-headed beast that stood straight up against his belly, the milky drop of lubrication on its tip a stark contrast with the supple black leather that framed it. Her cunt clenched with anticipation despite her fear, and when she looked up she saw the heat in that one dark eye when he raked her naked, well-primed body with a look of lust, of anticipated possession. He made her squirm against her bonds. He made her cunt cream and her heart pound.

Despite her maiden fears, she wanted to touch him. Looking at that rampant cock, she needed to caress the huge, swollen shaft, pay it homage with her mouth and tongue. Swirl her tongue around his massive, purplish cock head.

Take me, I beg you. Impale me on your huge, beautiful cock. Give me your seed. She dared not speak for he’d not granted her permission, yet when she saw his cock grow impossibly longer, thicker and harder before her eyes, she sensed that he’d somehow heard her silent entreaty.

He met her gaze and held it with that one, dark-brown eye. When he spoke, his words came out in a deep, gravelly voice muted ominously by the all-concealing hood. “I claim you as my mate, my slave and my consort. Future mother to my sons and princess to the people of Obsidion.”