Dragon Betrayed (Immortal Dragons Book 0) (11 page)

Her expression must have turned sad, because Nyla approached her again with a concerned look and tugged at her hand. “Come in… the men won’t bother us if we don’t want them to, but part of the initiation requires you to be with all of them at least once.”

Belah nodded silently and tentatively descended one step into the cool water, then another while Nyla watched.

Nyla led her farther into the pool and urged her to sit on one of the raised wooden benches that lay just beneath the surface in the shallower end. She swam to the edge of the pool and came back with a floating tray shaped like a little boat, laden with clay pots and a soft cloth.

The young woman eyed her jewelry with interest.

“You must have been a treasure for your former master,” Nyla said. “Those are very pretty jewels. Did it hurt to have them attached?” She reached out one finger and gently touched the scarab that dangled from the tip of one of Belah’s nipples.

“I like that it hurt,” Belah said, deciding honesty might keep things interesting.

Nyla’s eyes widened. “Really?” She scrunched up her nose cutely. “I don’t think I would like that. Especially not down there.” She gestured to the gleaming jewel that caught the sunlight from between Belah’s legs. “I mean, I look forward to the pain of childbirth, but that’s an honorable pain. I don’t know if I could endure it for any other reason.”

“It doesn’t hurt now,” Belah said. “It actually feels nice, especially when I’m with a man. Or if you touch me like that.”

Nyla’s gaze shot to Belah’s. A soft pink blush rose up her cheeks, but the pretty young pet didn’t stop touching. Instead, she reached for a round aromatic bar of soap, lathered it between her hands, and spread the suds over Belah’s breasts, then cupped both small mounds in her hands and worked the soap in slowly. She stared in fascination at the tips of Belah’s breasts and toyed idly with the small rings. Each little touch sent fresh zings of pleasure straight to Belah’s core.

“This doesn’t hurt?” Nyla asked.

Belah shook her head. “Not a bit,” she said and moved to reach for a cloth. Nyla stopped her with a hand on her wrist.

“No, no. If I were the mistress, I would do all the washing, from top to bottom. So just be still and let me, okay?”

Nyla wasn’t lying. Belah relished pampering her pets in just this way—drawing their pleasure out slowly made it all the sweeter when they released their Nirvana for her to consume. Belah dropped her hand back to her side and let Nyla continue soaping up her body. After a moment, Nyla urged her to stand on top of the submerged bench and turn so that the young slave could gently wash her backside and the backs of her thighs. Nyla was gentle and thorough, and took her time rubbing the lathered soap up and down her legs. She moved around to Belah’s front, sliding her hands back up her inner thighs and taking care to gently spread apart Belah’s folds to soap between. Belah let out a soft sigh when Nyla’s fingers stroked over her swollen clit.

When Nyla urged her to turn again, Belah saw they had a small audience standing at the edge of the pool. Zeb and Nikhil stood side by side, watching avidly. Nikhil had removed his shirt and was as bare-chested as any of the other male pets, though he stood out among them with his height and powerful build. The other men were fit and attractive, but not one of them watched her with such raw hunger as she saw in Nikhil’s eyes.

Nyla urged her back down into the water and helped her lie back and submerge herself to clean her face and head. She let the young woman support her while she floated on the surface, looking up at Nyla’s pretty face.

“They’re excited to try you out. Such a pretty new slave is a treat for us, you know. You’re the first one who’s come since I joined the harem.”

“What was it like for you?” Belah asked, genuinely curious about the process.

Nyla’s eyes sparkled as she glanced at the crowd at the edge of the pool. Her gaze landed on Zeb and Belah saw another flush tinge her cheeks.

“When I was initiated, they started by rubbing sweet oils into my skin from head to toe. All those hands on me was nice. They rubbed it into every part of me to make sure I was ready to take each one of the men. The women kept rubbing me all over while the men took turns filling me and taking their pleasure. I had to endure it for hours, to hold back my own release until Zeb told me I could. You see, the mistress likes it best when we are needier—when we hold back so long that it’s like a… a storm cloud finally letting loose the rain.”

As she spoke, her hand traveled up and down Belah’s torso, scooping water and rinsing the last bit of soap off her skin. She dipped her hand between Belah’s thighs again and spread her open letting the water lap at her hot flesh.

“I think you’re ready,” Nyla said when her fingertips found Belah’s slick core and slid inside and back out. “You’re excited about this, aren’t you? Is it the big warrior who brought you that you like the most, or one of the other men? You can tell me if it’s Zeb. If he is the one you like most, I can tell him to get you started.”

Belah let her feet find purchase on the ground again and surveyed the group of her pets as though trying to choose, though she already knew the answer.

“No, Zeb is yours. I want him,” she said, pointing at Nikhil. “Do you think he’ll want me?”

“I have no doubt,” Nyla said in a low voice. “All the men look ready for you, but him especially so.”

Nyla twined her fingers with Belah’s as they made their way out of the pool. The entire way, Belah’s eyes remained locked with Nikhil’s. His dark depths were filled with a stronger lust than she had ever seen there before and she let her mind reach out. What she found hidden behind that gaze was an almost terrifying primal craving—a need that burned deep within him to finally fully conquer her, body and soul, and she was ready to give him everything.

Chapter Eleven

The small crowd of Belah’s pets parted, allowing Nyla to lead her back into the harem’s quarters where she was pleased to see the sunken central seating area had been arranged with more pillows and soft, colorful blankets.

Nyla directed her to kneel atop one low cushion and Belah obliged, her skin tingling with anticipation as all her other pets came in and arranged themselves against the cushions around her. Some of the women reclined against the men who began idly caressing their breasts. She wanted to look around to find Nikhil, but forced herself to face forward and wait. After a moment, Zeb entered her field of vision, carrying with him the ornate wooden box that held her favorite toys and oils. He set the box down and opened it ceremoniously for Nyla, who extracted one of the small bottles and handed it to one of the waiting men by her side. She passed around a couple other bottles of scented oil, then turned to Belah with a smile.

They began with warm, slow caresses, slick with the fragrant oil sliding over her shoulders and back. Several pairs of hands roamed over her body, front and back. She had no idea which of them were attending to her backside, but Nyla and Zeb diligently massaged the oil into her breasts and belly. They moved in tandem, one on either side, each murmuring the words of a familiar song in harmony with each other.

The rhythmic touches and the sound of the song lulled her and she found herself relaxing more and more. Even when a pair of hands behind her cupped her backside and spread her apart, she only sighed with the pleasure. Another hand slid down between her cheeks, rubbing the oil in little circles around the tight opening. In front of her, Zeb pressed both large hands to the insides of her thighs, urging her to spread them wider, so she did. Nyla slipped a hand between her legs as well, helping Zeb spread her folds apart and rubbing more oil between to mingle with her already copious juices.

“Remember,” Nyla whispered, “you must hold back for as long as you can.”

Belah sighed and nodded, her mouth open and slack from the pleasure all her pets were giving her at once.

A rougher, harder pair of hands gripped her shoulders suddenly, and pair of lips brushed against her ear. “Bend over, little beast. I want to watch them fuck you now.”

Nikhil, yes.

She wanted to speak, but dared not give away how she knew him. Simply knowing his eyes were on her while this happened made her already swollen flesh ache with need to be filled. She hoped
he
would fill her soon, too.

Nyla took her hands and guided her down so that her elbows rested on another pillow before her, then the young woman lay on her back in front of Belah and spread her bronze thighs wide, displaying her sweet cunt for Belah to see.

“You will bring us all to our peaks before you reach your own today,” Nyla said while she drizzled a thin stream of golden oil onto her bare mound. The oil trickled slowly between her pink folds, and Belah accepted the invitation to touch her finally. She bent close, moving forward just enough to brace her elbows between Nyla’s thighs and stroke her fingertips from the top of Nyla’s mound down to the bottom of her open slit, spreading the oil as she went. Resting on one arm, she used her other hand to slowly rub the oil in, though she became distracted when someone else’s hand began the same treatment with her own backside.

More oil hit the rosebud of her ass at the same time she bent to press her mouth against Nyla’s waiting cunt. She lost herself to the flavor of the woman in front of her and the sensation of a pair of rough, familiar hands kneading and toying with her ass. Of course Nikhil would eagerly take the opportunity to torment her this way, and she would happily accept whatever he chose to do to her now.

His fingers slicked up and down between her thighs, rubbing her juices and the oil over her ass repeatedly until she wanted to beg him to finally fuck her—to do something—
anything
besides torture her. She let out a soft moan against Nyla’s clit when the cool, smooth sensation of one of her favorite plugs met the brief resistance of her opening then slid in, stretching her and stretching her until she gasped in surprise. He’d chosen the biggest toy in the box—so big she had no doubt he must intend to replace it with his cock later. At least she hoped he would.

Once the plug was seated snugly in her ass, his hands slid up her spine slowly and his fingers squeezed at the back of her neck, pressing her harder into Nyla’s pussy.

“You ready to get fucked now, little beast?” he said gruffly into her ear. “Make this pretty one come first, and then you can have your first cock.”

Belah murmured her assent into Nyla’s tangy opening and began tonguing her in earnest. She couldn’t bear that heavy pressure in her ass, teasing her with the desire to have her cunt filled, too. Nyla’s hips rose up to meet her sucking mouth and swirling tongue, the woman’s hands gripping the sides of Belah’s head. Soon, she was crying out her ecstasy and Belah’s tongue was flooded with her delicious juices and the fresh flood of power from Nyla’s climax.

She licked Nyla’s pussy once more and pulled back to see Zeb at his lover’s side. He gave Nyla a slow kiss and moved around to position himself at Belah’s rear. Nyla moved away and a shadow took her place. Nikhil’s knees came into view before he lowered himself to a kneeling position, his engorged cock proud and stiff before her.

“My turn,” he said. “And Zeb’s.”

In one swift motion that he had to have planned, he pushed his cock between her lips at the same time as Zeb’s thick, hard length rammed deep into her waiting pussy. Belah moaned around Nikhil and let him control the speed with which he thrust into her mouth. She closed her eyes, opening her mouth wide and greedily sucking, wondering if she could get away with a subtle shift of her tongue to tease the underside of his cock in the way she knew he loved.

Her body was nothing more than a vessel meant to accommodate the pair of cocks filling her now. Zeb fucked her harder than he ever had, which surprised and excited her. The harder he pounded into her, the closer he brought her to the edge of pain, which nearly sent her spinning into oblivion. It was a struggle to hold onto her sanity, being filled so completely by the two men along with the thick plug filling her ass and shifting slightly with each fresh push of Zeb’s cock.

“That’s right, little beast,” Nikhil said, cupping the side of her face with one hand while his other still gripped hard at the back of her neck, fingers digging in almost painfully. “Take my cock deep. Suck it harder. Yes, sweet thing, use your tongue like that. Fuck!”

His steady thrusts grew more and more erratic when she finally let her tongue shift just enough that the twin forks at the tip could tickle at the underside and tease repeated at the sensitive membrane below the opening. Nikhil groaned and pulled out of her abruptly, but he left the very tip of his thick head pressed against her lips and his hand still cupped the back of her head while his hot seed shot into her open mouth. Belah closed her eyes and savored his delicious flavor, so hot and sweet and permeated with the power that surged into her where their skin came in contact. It was all she could do to suppress the need to let go when Zeb’s climax hit and his energy surged into her like a blast.

Nikhil moved away and another of her pets took his place. This time it was another of the females who smiled as she reclined before Belah, her legs spread wide and her pussy well-oiled and glistening. Another cock sheathed deep in Belah’s hot cunt, and she recognized the familiar, thick curve of Idrin’s ebony appendage, no doubt curved that way specifically to torture her with pleasure.

In his thickly accented voice, he said, “The warrior tells us you enjoy rough play. That your pleasure comes from pain. Is this true?” As he said it, he bent over her, covering her back with his chest and reaching around to tug at the rings that pierced her nipples. Belah gasped at the sudden jolts of pain that shot through her, making her cunt clench hard around his cock.

“Yes! Please, oh, I love that most, but you’re going to make me come.”

Idrin let out a low, honey-sweet chuckle but refused to stop tugging at the scarabs that adorned her breasts. “You will have to hold on, little one,” he said. “This is a new thing for me and I think I like it too much to stop just yet. Perhaps my cock in your pretty bottom will hurt as nice as your little buds?”