Sanctuary with Kings by Kathryn Moon EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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- Author: Kathryn Moon
- Language: English
- Genre: Historical Erotica
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P RO L O G U E
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The prickle of my patron’s stare scratched at my breasts as the
beautiful bodies surged against me, rolling me between them. I’d had
plenty of guests who preferred to watch my work rather than partake
of it themselves. Some as high and mighty as you might find on thrones or
behind pulpits. I’d always enjoyed their strained energy, their desperate
refusal. They sought to deny themselves pleasure, but they didn’t
understand their own habit. The denial was the source for them, and it fed
my own hunger and craving every bit as much as the grunting, gasping,
sweating figures who touched me with enthusiasm and demand.
But not this man. There was no warmth from his stare, no need and no
denial. He watched for some other purpose, studied with some other goal.
It should’ve warned me, but I was busy feasting.
The néktar was rich from the two men on the bed with me. They were
other, like I was, although not in any way I could perceive.
A mouth lowered to my breath, kiss almost vicious, and I arched with a
cry, pressing my ass to the hips fitted behind me. They held me close, their
frenzied need like clouds of perfume in the air. I gasped, swallowing it by
the lungful, my skin stroked with the ripples of rising sexual pleasure. My
ambrosia. My néktar. A richer drink than wine, a stronger meal than a
king’s roast.
In my body, release was a wave, a sweeping, curling, retreating motion.
But in my soul, it was a sudden flood, a cascading rush into the hollow of
my belly. If I was starving, I might be sated, soothed by the fresh supply of
pleasure.
Whoring was clever work for one of Hedone’s daughters, and I was
never starving.
A golden hand gripped my throat, drawing me back like a bowstring,
and the man behind me bellowed as he reached his finish. I laughed as his
hand squeezed a little too tightly, my head soaking in the surplus of rapture.
My breath was gifted back to me as the lovely young man pounding into
my cunt cried out, falling into me, sending the pile of us to heavy, soft
sheets.
It was a beautiful drowning. I would sleep for hours until it settled into
my bones. I would glow brightly and dazzle eyes for days. I smiled,
reaching drowsy hands to my companions, petting them with sweet
gratitude.
Out of the corner of my eye, the shadow of my third guest rose from his
seat.
“She’ll do very well. Collect her.”
I giggled at the words, and the man at my back groaned, shoving me to
the side, the younger man still catching his breath.
“Quickly,” the cool voice ordered. “Before she recovers.”
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