Captive Mail (5 page)

“Of course not!” She glared at him. “It wil enhance you!

Drink it.”

Harlan raised his eyebrows and swal owed down the contents of the cup. He real y had no other choice and if it got him closer to his dream female, it was worth the sacrifice. A feeling of warmth grew low in his gut and he blinked as Frytha’s face wavered in front of his eyes. “What in Thor’s name is in it?”

He was unchained, hauled to his feet and marched along one of the interminable stone hal ways. Heat continued to grow in his bel y and his cock fil ed out and throbbed in time to his raised heartbeat. As he walked, he became aware of excited female voices until the sound beat at his skul like a mil ion twittering birds. The guards paused at a door, pushed it open and led him inside. The room was large and the floor was covered in furs, beautiful carpets and soft piles of pil ows. The floor was also covered in females in various stages of undress, who al squealed when they saw him.

Harlan blinked as his body responded to such wanton femininity. He swung around to face the Lady Hilda, who had come in behind him.

“You wil pleasure these females.”

His body liked that idea far more than his mind did. “But I have made vows to pleasure only the Queen of Valhal a.”

“What queen? You lie.”

“I speak the truth. Queen Douglass is mated to King Marcus. I serve her.”

Lady Hilda sniffed. “What of it? We al know that a male’s vows mean nothing.”

Harlan set his jaw. “They mean something to me. I am sworn to be her pleasure servant until she releases me from my vows.”

“I don’t believe you, male. You wil lie with these women.”

“And what if I refuse?”

Lady Hilda shrugged. “You wil not refuse. Your natural lustful nature wil not al ow you to.” She flicked the crown of his aching cock. “You are already wet and aroused.”

He wanted to groan when she touched him, to push his shaft into her hand and make her pump him to completion.

He licked his lips and tasted the spiced wine again. What was in that concoction that was making it so difficult for him to restrain the increasing lustful demands of his body?

Perhaps Lady Hilda was right and he would not be able to stop himself from fucking every woman in sight like the animal they believed him to be.

The guards led him toward the center of the room where there was a low table with restraints.

“If you prefer it, male, we can tie you down and just let the women take what they want from you that way.”

Harlan fought against the drug and stared down at the table. Surely it was better to be restrained and made to perform than to give in? Despite knowing he might be punished, he tried to pivot and make for the door. It took but a moment for the guards to stop him and bind his struggling body to the bed.

When Lady Hilda stepped back, he was immediately engulfed in a sea of female flesh, their hands al over him, touching his mouth, his bal s, his shaft… He groaned as one of the females licked his cock and then sucked him into her mouth. Another tongue licked his bal s, two more women bit on his nipples and another…by Thor, a slick wet cunt hovered over his face and helplessly he began to lick and suck at the female’s plump pussy lips and clit, almost drowning in her wetness and the way she ground herself against his working mouth.

His groan was muffled as someone mounted his cock and rocked back and forth, making his shaft ache with the need for release. His hips moved into the rhythm and he thrust upward, feeling the woman come around his thick shaft before she moved off him and another took her place.

Time ceased to matter as his mouth and cock were kept busy by the demands of the women. His cock held firm, but he couldn’t come, couldn’t release his seed into any of them. Hazily, he wondered if that meant he was keeping his vow to the queen and king or if he was merely duplicating his role. He didn’t care anymore. Al his focus was on pleasing the women who flowed over and around him.

“You have plenty of stamina, male, I’l give you that.”

Harlan opened his eyes to see Agnes standing over him.

She leaned closer and rubbed her breast over his mouth until he latched onto her nipple and began to suck her. A hand grasped his stil -hard cock and he groaned and tried to look down. Astrid was toying with his bal s again, her finger skimming lower to rim his ass. His cock jerked and Astrid laughed.

“Fuck him, Agnes.”

She smiled down at him. “I wil . He cannot harm me now.”

Harlan made himself look into her eyes. “I would never harm you. “

Her smile disappeared. “My husband held me down and fucked me every night of my life, whether I wanted him or not.” She swal owed hard. “He wanted a child, and when I didn’t give him one, he blamed me.”

“Not al men are like that,” Harlan murmured, “I swear it.”

“Why do you think we are al here, male?” Agnes settled herself over him until the tip of his cock brushed her mound.

“We are al running from your kind, from men who have abused us.”

He groaned as she slid down on his cock in one smooth motion. “I would not do that. I am a pleasure server to my queen. I satisfy her every need.”

But Agnes didn’t reply to him, she was too busy lifting and fal ing over him to do much more than scream her pleasure. He wished he had his hands free to help her climax, his mouth and his fingers…

She came and he shuddered along with her, the ache inside his bal s becoming a physical pain because of his lack of release. When she climbed off him, the throbbing in his cock was unbearable.

“I want to come,” he whispered. “By Thor, I need to come.”

Eventual y, the crowd of women final y seemed to disappear. Through his almost closed eyes, he recognized Princess Inga standing over him. “Help me, dream princess, and make me come for you.”

Her cool hand clasped his rigid flesh and she began to move her fingers up and down. Harlan gasped and shoved himself into her touch, arching his back against the unforgiving bed. She bent to kiss him, her blonde hair fal ing around his face and touching his skin like silk. Sweet wine trickled from her mouth to his.

“Please, Princess,” he murmured against her lips. “Give me release.”

“I just have. The potion should work in but a moment.”

She nipped at his already swol en lip. “I like it when you beg, male,” she whispered.

He wanted to turn his head away, but he couldn’t. Being trapped under her as she played roughly with his cock was everything he had ever dreamed about, but suddenly more like a nightmare. She would take everything from him, leave him with nothing, not even his name… Was this to be his destiny after al ? And was he prepared to accept it? Heat seared through his bal s and his cum started shooting out in hot spurts al over his bel y and her hand.

The relief was so great that he wanted to shout. He closed his eyes against the triumph in hers and simply spil ed his cum as silently as he could. Moment later, someone released him from the shackles on the bed and he instinctively curled up onto his side, ignoring them al , striving to find some shred of himself, some sense that he wasn’t the lust-crazed animal they expected him to be.

“You can take him back, guards.”

He heard Frytha’s voice and then felt a tug on the metal col ar around his neck. There was nothing he could do but get up and seek the solace of his own company in his own bed.

Inga watched as the male was taken back to his quarters and then turned to Lady Hilda.

“He performed very wel .”

“Indeed he did, Princess. It was very gracious of you to let him climax with your own hand.”

Inga looked down at her fingers. When she’d kissed him, he’d turned his beautiful eyes on her and she’d had to fight the desire to respond to him, to undo his chains and let him put his hands on her, rol her beneath him and fuck her until she screamed. Her nipples tightened. Such
need
in him for her. Such passion, and then when she’d told him she liked him to beg, he’d turned away, extinguished al the signs of desire from his gaze and simply come in her hand without a sound.

She wrapped her arms around herself. Wasn’t that what she wanted? His complete submission? Wasn’t that the only way to keep herself safe? For some reason she felt as if she had failed him in some way, which was ridiculous. He was the one who should be satisfying her and eager to do her wil .

“Princess?”

Inga looked up to see Lady Hilda regarding her. “I’m sorry, did you ask me something?”

“I asked if you wish me to continue with the male’s training.”

“Yes, please.” Inga nodded. “And make sure that I know about it as wel .”

Two nights later, Harlan again found himself being made ready to service the temple handmaidens. This time he let them shave and oil him without comment. The more compliant he was, the quicker he would achieve his goal to be alone with the princess. And when they were alone? He flexed his oiled and tattooed muscles. He’d put her under him and fuck her until she was the one begging, not him.

The notion appealed to him and his cock fil ed out even before he felt the effects of Frytha’s love potions. The guards took him on a different route through the handmaidens’ quarters, but it didn’t worry him, as he’d already decided not to escape until he’d achieved his goal.

Princess Inga needed him and she would have him, al of him, one way or another.

He wasn’t sure whether it was his more docile manner or that they simply wanted to test him, but this time they didn’t give him the option of refusing to cooperate. He was led to the center of the room and made to kneel before his wrists were shackled loosely over his head. He kept his gaze lowered and studied the silk cushions around him until Princess Inga cupped his cheek.

“Do you stil persist in this fantasy that you have made vows to an unknown queen?”

“They are not fantasies Ask those who attacked me if they saw the king. He is residing at the summer palace with his wife and his son.”

“There is no one at the palace. It has been deserted for years. And everyone knows the king is barren and desperate for an heir.”

Harlan took a deep breath. “He has an heir and took a wife from a different planet. If you do not believe me, send someone to the summer palace to prove me wrong.”

“It is not your place to tel us what to do, male.”

He final y held her gaze. “Then why ask, if you have no intention of believing me?”

She tapped his cheek. “You are not being respectful.”

“Because you are cal ing me a liar and I’m an honorable man.”

She laughed in his face and several of the other women joined in. “You are certainly a man.” She glanced around at the other females. “Which of you would believe he is honorable?”

Most of them shook their heads and some of them looked terrified. Her smile dimmed. “See? Your kind deceives women al too easily.”

“And I must be the same?” he sighed. “You make it impossible for me to defend myself.”

Lady Hilda clapped her hands. “Enough of this, male.

Princess Inga, may I suggest you take your seat and let the handmaidens take their pleasure?”

The princess reluctantly released him, her troubled gaze The princess reluctantly released him, her troubled gaze stil fixed on his. “Indeed, my lady.”

Harlan watched through lowered eyes as she walked back to a throne set against the wal and braced himself for a fresh assault of womanly flesh. At least there appeared to be fewer females than before, although the ones present appeared slightly more mature. They approached him in a large group, murmuring about his long dark hair, the size of his biceps, his cock…

One of the bolder women wrapped a hand around his shaft and it jerked in response. He wished he could stop his body responding, but he’d spent years being trained to please females and there was nothing he wanted to do more than satisfy them. How ironic that they thought him so lacking because al he wanted was to bring them great sexual pleasure.

The woman’s grip tightened and a drop of pre-cum slid from the tip of his cock and down the side. She bent her head and licked at it just as another female came up behind him and traced the markings on his shoulder. Her fingers lid lower to his nipple and he shuddered as she pinched it between her finger and thumb.

“We should make him look pretty for the princess, don’t you think?” she breathed into his ear, her breasts squashed against his back. “Make him feel his own passion?”

Harlan stiffened as she tweaked his nipple again, elongating it, and then clamped it with a silver jewel. He groaned and the woman holding his cock sucked him deep into her mouth. His nipple felt as if it was on fire, as if al his blood were pumping through it straight to his cock. He’d done this to the queen and never imagined it would happen to him. He tried to breathe out as she clamped his other nipple and Agnes leaned into him to lick his now throbbing nub of flesh.

She climbed onto his cock, her legs crossed behind his waist as he pumped into her, each press of her breasts against his chest a reminder of the smal clamps pinching his flesh. She climaxed and clung to him, making him have to readjust his balance before she pul ed his arms out of his sockets. His cock felt cold when she pul ed away from him and Astrid stroked his bal s.

“How about here?”

He barely had time to react before she trapped each of his bal s inside a silver ring and then closed a third ring around the base of his shaft, catching the blood in his cock and making it even bigger.