I shrug. “You’re probably right.”
His mouth falls open, as if he’s flabbergasted that I’m agreeing with him. “I’m right?”
I shrug again. “That was probably its original purpose, sure. But this palace has only been attacked once. That was over two hundred years ago and they barely even made it past the main gate. I’m sure over the years with this room going unused it found a different purpose.”
“As a sex room?” he asks with a derisive smirk.
I shrug. “I’ll show you my sources if you want. There are primary sources—diaries of Yelizavetta’s lovers with detailed accounts of some of the stuff that went on in here. And let me tell you, people in the olden days were kinky bastards. Fifty Shades has nothing on that shit.”
“What did they do?”
I blink in surprise, thrown off for a moment by the question. I quickly gather myself, though, and think back to everything I’d learned about Yelizavetta and her many lovers. It had definitely been the most interesting research I’d ever done.
“Hmm…hot wax. Bondage. Role play…”
“What else?” he asks, surprising me with his sudden curiosity.
“Orgies. She was very big on those. The more men the merrier.”
“Only men? Not other women?”
I shake my head. “Only men. They would take it in turns to pleasure her. And they’d pleasure each other while they were waiting.”
“Go on,” he says in a hoarse whisper, now hanging on my every word.
“Yelizavetta would often take two of her lovers inside her at once,” I say, my voice quiet, my eyes locked with Lukas’s. “There’s one account from a guy who was surprised to be able to feel the other man’s cock through Yelizavetta. They loved the sensation of their cocks moving together so much they started doing it on their own, without Yelizavetta between them.”
He’s gotten so close to me, I can smell hints of apple and strawberries on his breath. On instinct, I jut my hips forward a little, causing out cocks to brush together. And he’s unmistakably hard.
He lets out a soft hiss at the contact, his eyes falling closed. But he doesn’t move away. And when his eyes open again, the desire in them is so potent it takes my breath away.
I tilt my head up and brush my lips to his. It’s just for a second and it’s the briefest of touches, because as soon as I do it, it occurs to me maybe I’ve gone too far. Maybe I’ve been too presumptuous.
But a moment later his mouth is on mine again and this time he’s the instigator. And this time it doesn’t stop with a brief brush of our lips; it’s deep and devouring and hungry.
His tongue runs over my lips, begging entry, and I let him in. I grab onto the back of his hair, pulling him even closer as our tongues twine together in a needy, desperate, breathless kiss.
What the fuck is happening right now? How in the hell am I kissing the king? How is he kissing me back?
And not just that. Our bodies are molded against each other, our hard cocks rubbing together. He pushes one of his legs between mine and I’m a fucking mountain of need as I practically hump his thigh.
“Do you have…supplies?” he murmurs.
I lean my head back so I can arch an eyebrow at him. “What? You think I just carry that stuff around?”
He shrugs. “Possibly.”
“Well, I don’t”
“That’s unfortunate.”
Is he saying what I think he’s saying? That if it weren’t for a lack of a condom and lube right now he’d want to fuck me? Or he’d want me to fuck him?
Either way, I’d totally be on board. My mind flashes to the scene I witnessed the other day. I haven’t been able to stop picturing him riding my cock the way he rode that dildo, and I swear here and now that I will never venture anywhere without a condom and lube in my pocket ever again.
Fortunately, there are still a few things we can do without the necessary supplies, and King Lukas seems more than happy to explore those options.
His eager hands find the fly of my jeans, tugging it open and pulling out my straining cock. I groan as he palms my dick, his hands gliding along the sensitive skin.
I’m about eighty percent sure I’m hallucinating when he drops to the floor in front of me. The king of Korova cannot possibly be on his knees for me. He couldn’t possibly…
But he is. And when he wraps his hot, wet mouth around the tip of my cock it’s all I can do not to come straightaway.
“Fuck-fuck-fuck. Fuuucckkk…” My head falls back against the wall, the curse falling from my lips over and over again as he takes me deeper.
I feel what might be a chuckle vibrating around my cock, but it can’t be. King Stick-Up-His-Butt doesn’t do laughter. I don’t have the mental capacity to analyze it, though, because my brain cells are pretty much fried right now.
And that’s probably why I decide to take a grip of his hair and start thrusting into his throat. Over and over again, hard and deep. There’s this tiny little voice inside my head telling me choking the king with my dick is not a good idea, but it’s so faint I can easily block it out. Besides, Lukas seems to like it. His pupils are blown wide with lust and one of his hands is frantically stroking his very hard cock, while the other digs into one of my hips. Gonna have some bruises there tomorrow…
I feel the familiar tug in my balls as my climax approaches and I ease up on my thrusts, deciding I don’t want to read the headline Korovan King Chokes to Death on Tutor’s Cum on any news sites tomorrow. Lukas doesn’t let me pull out completely, though, and he continues to suck and lick all around my cock as I hurtle over the edge and spill into his mouth.
He laps up every last drop, his fist still working frantically as he chases his own release. Soon enough, he lets out a strangled groan, his body tensing up as he shoots into his hand. And once again, all I want to do is drop to my knees and lick up the mess.
And, fortunately, this time I’m allowed to. I join Lukas on the floor and bring his hand to my mouth, running my tongue over his fingers and cleaning up every drop of his cum. Fuck, what I wouldn’t give to taste this straight from the source.
We tuck our dicks away and I let us out of the secret room.
“That didn’t happen,” Lukas mutters, not at all unexpectedly, once we’re back in the hallway.
I offer a wry smirk. “Of course. That was just a very vivid hallucination brought on by the sex room. Or perhaps we were possessed by the Yelizavetta’s ghost or something.”
“I think we should stay out of the sex room.”
“Ha! So you admit it’s a sex room!”
8
LUKAS
I walk back to my suite in a complete daze. My mind is a tangle of a million thoughts, none of which I have the desire to unravel right now.
As I reach the privacy of my rooms, there’s one thought that seems to be drowning out all the others. It’s my father’s voice, loud and clear as though I’m fifteen years old again and he’s looming over me, his face contorted with anger and disgust after catching me kissing a visiting diplomat’s son.
“This is not how future kings behave, Lukas! Future kings kiss girls. Future kings fuck girls. Future kings are not faggots! Do you understand me?”