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The interior of the First Consort's chambers was a compilation of luxury far beyond any Leman had known before. Gold and sea green were clearly her colors of choice, and wherever they did not adorn was black silk from the Eastern trade routes. They slipped against Leman's skin in a way nothing in the Scandinavian tundra ever had.
As foreign as it had been for him, it all was suited to Lady Hera. Truly, she had been born to be accompanied by only the finest riches old Terra had left to offer. Warm as the wheat field, ready for harvest in the setting sun; such was the color of her skin. The green of her eyes put emeralds to shame, so brightly did they shine. The way her black mane of gentle curls fell from its scarf and supple skin was revealed beneath the Emperor's questing touch… Divine. She was a sight worthy of the gods. Perhaps even more beautiful than any maiden the tundra had ever known. Nor did she seem to possess any sense of shame for baring it.
Outside the palace she had greeted them both with all but her face covered, but this may well have been only for the Emperor's benefit. Surely any man would try to steal her away if they were allowed to witness her as the Emperor and his concubines did.
Leman pulled the silk sleeping robe tighter around him. All too mindful of the subtle swell of his abdomen, likely to be far more than added fat from the Emperor's refined meals. His mouth felt dry but the cleft between his legs was salivating enough for both of them as he was honored to witness such a private reunion.
The Emperor pulled Hera close and laid his hands upon every inch of her hair, throat, shoulders, breasts, and thighs. Her flesh proved plush and soft with indulgence where it indented under his hands… and Leman trembled when the Emperor pressed his cock inside her. He didn't need to see where their flesh would meet to know the gasp and knit brow of a woman being penetrated for the first time tonight.
She reached up to grope and tweak at the peaks of her own breasts.
“Yes, Neoth,” she whispered, and her voice was husky and rich, decadent as chocolate and far more sweet.
It occurred to Leman now that he had never heard the Emperor's name before. He doubted it was an honor he had earned yet.
Regardless, the Emperor seemed to equally delight in the taste of her; for he leaned in and took one of her teats into his mouth. Hera gasped and fisted her free hand in the Emperor's hair, cradling his head where the skull met the spine. “How I've missed you, my love,” she sighed. “So many nights… our precious little boy at my breast… waiting for you to come home and give me another.”
He rose to kiss her now. “Are you sure you're ready?”
“Yes. Please, Hastur is nearly weaned. I want, no, I need to feel your child squirming in my belly once more.”
How eager and obedient, Leman thought. Why am I here then? Why not spare him the awaited agony of a poured chalice, as inevitable to him now as death. If she loved it, why not let her do it?
Yet his heart was also jealous. How he wished she would carry for him instead. That his prick was a proper cock and she lay bare for him. To feel her as deeply as the Emperor did. To experience, not merely observe them together; the way their bodies entwined and rocked like a boat on the sea, Lady Hera's cries lilting like a bird on the wing.
Yes, she was exactly where she wanted to be. A queen eager to fill her role as the mother of kings.
The Emperor left her breast with a final, gentle lave of his tongue before he buried his face in Lady Hera's soft curls, grunting and huffing like a beast, “Fuck, Hera!” His hips began to piston fervently, the dull slap of skin on skin filling the room.
So similar to the sound their bodies had made on that night in the imperial tent, when Leman had bent over the cartography table… He pressed his thighs together in a desperate bid for relief from the heart beat throbbing in his cleft and prick. He was leaking slick into the fine silk and it sparked frustration in his chest.
“Please, please, Neoth,” she gasped, breathless. “Plant your seed in me. Fill me with your child–”
His hips stuttered in their rhythm, and Leman knew that the Emperor had spilled inside her.
After a long moment of slow, sloppy kisses—their lips and teeth clicking softly—the Emperor pulled back and slipped out, leaking and limp.
Leman chuffed. The cock was never as mighty as erotic stories made it out to be. Had the First Consort even reached her own end? Surely the Emperor knew as much; three months ago he had made damn sure to suck Leman off until his prick was near the point of pain.
The sound must have reminded the Emperor of Leman's presence, for he held a hand out to beckon him. Who was Leman to refuse?
He dreaded his slavering cleft might drool down his leg when he rose, but Leman was relieved to find it did no such thing.
The Emperor brushed a hand through Leman's honey colored hair and pulled him in for a kiss. It was a quick thing, chaste and tired, before turning their heads to look upon the resting queen. “Isn't she beautiful?”
Leman nodded. Hera's thighs were spread, and supple flesh leaked with the Emperor's white seed.
Leman has always been firm of body; even the added fat of hearty meals and needed insulation under his skin was firm as muscle. First Consort Hera was different; her body was an endless welcome. Her breasts and belly were soft under his hands, her thighs easy to open, and her plump cunt as hungry as her lips. Hot and easy to sink into on the coldest winter night. A shame he had not known her in the frozen forests he had called home. But she was better suited to the Emperor's luxury anyway. It became clear to Leman why the Emperor did not wear a crown; no metal or gem could ever outshine the beauty of his wife.
“I knew you were a man after all,” the Emperor chuckled. “Lord or servant, we are all beholden to a woman as divine as my Hera. But, alas, I am spent for the moment, and she is still begging for more. You will satisfy her for me, won't you, wolf prince?”
“It would be an honor, my lord.”
“I know it to be.” The Emperor left Leman with a rough pat on the shoulder, before he retired on a pile of pillows to watch the scene unfold. He grabbed the hose of a hookah from the bedside table, and placed it to his lips.
The hunger was within Leman to bend down and place his mouth to those succulent folds… but he was not inclined to raise his rump to the Emperor today. He might be spent now, but some men recovered faster than others. If there was any chance left that Leman was not carrying a pup, he would like to behave as a man today. Instead he climbed between Hera's legs and settled there, welcoming her kisses to his lips and cheeks before he lapped his way down her throat and took her beast in his mouth as the Emperor had done. Her sigh was sweet as the subtle taste of milk on his tongue. The thought of her pregnant, chest leaking and her heart willing… he scraped his teeth gently against her skin and suckled harder.
“Good boy,” she moaned.
Leman had never wanted to please a woman so badly as he did at this moment. He was no stranger to either sex, to be sure, but a peasant girl lifting her dress to a Wild Man for a moment of fun had been different. It had been playful and rough; a request for a brief fertility blessing, and nothing more. Hera had a gravity that Leman knew he would never escape, and tonight he didn't want to. Tomorrow could wait.
Leman pulled off Hera's teat with rough pop and made her whimper, thighs shivering around his hips. With a few adjustments, Leman positioned her cunt beneath his own and pressed their clits together. His own was a proud little thing, that perked up with arousal as surely as any other man. Hera's clit was plump and easy to stimulate in its own right. Oh how Leman loved her already; crazed by that primal need to mount and rut and breed when she took him in. Their damp folds sliding together with the soft and slick sounds of a hungry kiss; of teeth in meat. When he looked up into her eyes he knew, at least in this moment, that she felt the same.
Hands settled on Leman's hips; they were not Hera's own, for hers were now cradling Leman's head to her chest.
For a moment the Emperor's cock head brushed against Leman's entrance, and he stiffened, a growl forming in his throat. He hated the way his body responded, suited to being filled. The wolf in him aching to be mounted, to bond with the father of his growing pup. Whether the Emperor respected his dissent or had always had another goal in mind, Leman was not sure; only that the moment passed, and a slowly hardening cock was pressed between them. The Emperor's lean bulk covered them both as he kissed Leman's shoulder.
It was so much, to feel the weight of being mounted while mounting in turn. Leman's head swam in the molten sea of it. Perhaps he could stay like this forever. Certainly there was no better feeling that awaited him anywhere else on earth.
The phallus was an easier thing to push against than Hera's clit, which took constant effort to align with. Always he imagined that one stroke might just see him sink inside, splitting her folds open on his length. The thought made him flush as he unintentionally bit down on the meat of her breast and groaned with his building pleasure.
Hera's back arched and painted nails left claw marks upon Leman's shoulder blades. He had not expected her to return even this mild pain; yet she was stronger than he expected, and both of them delighted in the rawness of it.
“Gentle,” The Emperor hummed, and pressed his nose into Leman's hair. A hand moving upward to caress Leman's taught abdomen. “Though she may taste as good as she feels, leave the biting to our children. They don't have any teeth.”
Leman flushed and tried to squirm away from the touch, but it was difficult in such intimate quarters; locked between Hera's legs as he was.
“Hastur has all his teeth now,” Hera said. “Only bites when he's very hungry.”
“And you haven't weaned him?”
“I couldn't stand to lose those moments with him. There's nothing like it.”
“We'll talk about this later. Perhaps you would be easier to convince if you had another mouth to feed.”
“Mm, yes,” Hera hummed, and her smile was beatific. “I think that would be a good compromise.”
“Then I best make sure you don't leave here tonight without a child in your belly. Fertile as we both are, I doubt it will be a challenge.”
“Please. Fill me up.”
“Gladly.”
The blood had once again filled the Emperor's cock between them to the point it twitched with eagerness. He pulled back… and plunged himself back into Hera's yielding heat. Leman felt her opening, unfurling, the concave friction of their joining, and the hungry convex of her lips following him as his hips retreated.
The flat of The Emperor's pelvis slapped Leman's backside and previously untouched labia. All three of their bodies rocked with primal abandon, and when the Emperor hilted himself with such force as to bump against Hera's cervix, she gasped and cried out, “Leman! Fuck me harder, please!” Her words faltered until she could say nothing, but gasp and cry out, “Yes! Yes! Ah! Yes~” every time her lovers fucked her in unison.
Drowning in pleasure from both sides, that last blissful wave crested Leman's spine. It burned like the sun and strained his muscles until he was powerless to do anything but let his eyes roll back in his head and tongue hang from his mouth as he panted for air.
The brief catch of breath and silence gave warning before Hera cried “Oh god! Leman!” and came as well; her thighs tightened as she clenched down on the Emperor's cock and pulled him along into his own, second orgasm.
Together they lay in a tangled heap of burning skin and cooling sweat. Hera's heartbeat thudded in Leman's ear as loudly as his own. What a simple joy it is, he thought, to lay one's head on a woman's breast. If he was to be tamed, this was bait worth surrendering for. The heavy weight of the Emperor's body over both of them be damned.
The rest of the evening was a blur of shallow sleep and Hera's kisses. At some point a servant was called into the room and the Emperor washed both of his lovers down with cloths of lamb’s wool before seeing to himself. The servant was a blonde man with a bored, neutral expression and attire far closer to Leman's homeland than the country they dwelled in now. He met Leman's eyes, and if there was a spark of interest there, it never traveled further than a blink of his eyes and a shallow hitching of breath. The nudity of Hera was entirely banal to this man, and Leman's curiosity deepened still. At least his time here would not be boring.
But he'd had more than enough entertainment for tonight. Instead, Leman buried his face in Hera's chest and went back to sleep.
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Leman awakened in the dead of night. He had slept in the Emperor's caravan wagon for the past few months, therefore the sensation of fine linen no longer surprised him upon waking. And, in truth, there had been a handful of times in his life when waking had found him entwined between two lovers. He could get used to this.
Carefully, Leman moved an arm to lift himself onto his elbows so that he might assess his position and find a better one.
Instead, he found Hera's hand on his belly.
Those emerald eyes caught the orange lamp light until they looked sickly and full of madness. “Do you carry my husband's child?
Leman's breath hitched, but kept his composure. A life among wolves had taught him that one does not survive by showing their tail to a predator. As for what manner of beast the queen might become… “Too soon to tell. But I have not bled since last I looked upon the snow fields of Fenris.”
“Do you want this?” she murmured.
“I want my people to be safe. If whelping once or twice ensures that, then that is what I will do.”
“If I ever catch you trying to steal the throne from my son,” Hera stated, her voice and demeanor as neutral and certain as one who described the cycles of the sun. “I will kill you. Am I understood?”
“I don't want your throne or that of your son, my lady,” he whispered, and was relieved to discover that he had no need for lies. He needed only to bare his tender throat for his new pack-mother; such things were to be expected when an outsider entered the family unit. “Besides, I mostly prefer women. Though our husband is no doubt a unique beauty and a great leader on the battlefield, his command over my heart and loins pales in comparison to yours.” He was brought here to serve the Emperor, but he was already certain it was Lady Hera alone who would rule over him.
She nodded, a soft smile tilting up her full lips. “Good boy.”