I went to stand before the Hawk Lord, and he held my gaze as he unbuttoned my pants and pushed them down my thighs. My heart sped up as I watched him take my cock in his hand and stroke it. He made a soft sigh and bent his head to rub his lips over my weeping tip. The moisture slicked his lips and his tongue flicked out to taste it.
I let out a broken breath. Dal had yet to go down on me. He'd stroked me and kissed me and tongued my ass but he hadn't sucked my cock. I didn't need it, didn't even want a lot of it, but a little tongue action would be nice once in a while. I bit my lip and prayed for a small miracle.
But then Dal removed something from his pants pocket. It looked like strips of leather. He spread the leather, revealing two metal rings, and slipped the rings over my cock. They fit snugly but not tightly. The leather straps hung from the rings and for a moment I thought they were decoration or maybe a leash. But then Dal took one strap from each side and brought them around my waist, lifting my cock with them, and tied them behind my back. My breath caught in my throat. The Hawk Lord grinned devilishly as he slid the other two strips between my legs and brought them to the back where he tied them to the first. It created a harness that held my cock tightly against my belly. Dal leaned forward and kissed the tip of my dick again. I whimpered. Then he pulled my pants back up and fastened them. I nearly wept.
“Now, you'll be too focused on that kiss to be nervous,” Dalsharan declared as he stood up and strode out of the room. “And the harness will prevent your erection from tenting your pants.”
“What the fuck?!” I huffed as I headed after him. “You're not going to fuck me?”
Dal chuckled. “We don't have the time for that. We have to get ready for the king. Princess Farina said he wanted us there as soon as possible, remember?”
“Yeah but—” I waved at the outline of my cock. It may not have been tenting my pants but with the suede so snug, you could see everything, including the rings. “Not even a quick bang?”
“A quick what?” He spun to glare at me.
“Bang,” I whispered. “Just, you know, bend me over a bench and fuck me fast?”
Dal's lips twitched. “No, we are not having a bang. I need to get dressed. Go back to your dressing room, I'm sending someone to help you.”
“I can dress myself!” I called after him.
“Not for the king, you can't!” he called back.
“Fuck,” I whined as I rubbed my cock through the suede. “That feels good, actually.” I headed back to the dressing room, stroking my cock as I went.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Before I could figure out how to rub one out with my dick in a harness, a woman walked into the dressing room.
“Valorian.” She curtsied to me. “I'm Marla. The Hawk Lord sent me to help you dress.”
“Oh, uh. Hi. I guess you could help me pick something out.”
Marla smiled sweetly and started looking through the racks. “As a warlord's consort and the Valorian of the Hawk Kingdom, you must wear attire befitting your status, especially when you meet the king. You will likely go from the meeting directly to the celebration that has been planned in your honor.”
“In my honor?” I squeaked.
“Yes.” She pulled out a few things and laid them on the bench. “Please try these on, my lord. I will find the appropriate shoes for you.”
“Thanks.” I looked over her selection and had to admit, she had an eye for it.
Marla had chosen garments in black and gold, likely to represent my connection to the Hawk Lord. There was another pair of pants, looser than the ones I had on, thankfully, and made of thick silk. I got into those, then pulled on a tunic of midnight velvet with a V neckline. Over that went a jacket of gold brocade.
I stepped up to the mirror. “Yeah, this is nice.”
“You need the belt, my lord.” She held out a gold scarf.
“That's a belt?”
“Allow me.” She wrapped the fabric around my waist, angling it downward, and knotted it. “There. And your shoes are here with the socks. Shall I adorn your face now?”
“What?” I looked up just as I sat down to pull on the socks.
“The Hawk Lord wants you adorned.”
“What does that mean?”
“Your face.” She waved a hand at my face. “I'll apply some cosmetics to enhance—”
“Oh, fuck no, lady,” I growled and stood up with a sock only halfway on. “I'm not wearing makeup.”
“But the Hawk Lord wishes it,” she whispered, her eyes wide.
“Nope. Uh-uh.” I sat down and pulled on my socks. “Thank you for the offer, but I'm all good on the make-up front. You can go, Marla.”
“Yes, my lord.” She hurried out.
“Thinks he's gonna put makeup on me, eh? Like some kind of pretty boy. Fucker. I'm not wearing makeup to meet a king. I don't fucking think so. I'm a soldier, not a trollop.” I got my shoes on, checked myself in the mirror, and grinned. “Not bad.” I ran a hand through my hair, settling the choppy locks. “Not bad at all.”
I sauntered out of my dressing room, across the walkway, and into Dal's room, feeling pretty good about myself. Then I saw Marla. She gave me an apologetic look as she hurried away.
“Just wait outside the door, Marla,” Dal called after her, then turned and glared at me.
“That little snitch,” I muttered. Then I saw him. “Fuck, babe, you look good.”
I looked Dalsharan up and down. He was in black and gold too, but where my jacket was gold, his was black. In fact, the only gold on him was the trim embroidered on his jacket and the Hawk Soul amulet. Oh, and the crown on his head.
I eyed the simple band of gold with its single tawny stone in the center. “I didn't know you got to wear a crown.”
“It's not a crown, it's a circlet. It has no points.”
“And what is the point of that?” I grinned.
“The point is that I'm the Hawk Lord, not the Hawk King. My circlet is a symbol of my status,” he growled. “And my consort is supposed to be adorned to announce his status as well.”
“I'm not wearing makeup,” I growled.
“It's not makeup...” he made a frustrated sound and took a calming breath. “You must be adorned as my consort and the Valorian. It is a mark of honor, Ravyn.”
“I'm good without the honor.” I crossed my arms.