Wicked Empress [The Onic Empire, Book Four] [MultiFormat]
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eBook by Anitra Lynn McLeod
eBook Category: Erotica/Erotic Science Fiction
eBook Description: It'll take more than one man's love to tame her wild heart. The Onic Empire, Book 4 Bithia, newly crowned empress of Diola, indulges herself with as many men as it takes to satisfy her voracious passion. Now that it's time to continue the family line, though, her advisors expect the unthinkable: for her to submit to one man from a sexually primitive planet. Drahka disobeyed his tribe's strict sexual rules once. The shame still haunts him. He longs for a fresh start, but breaking one cardinal rule--a man gives, a woman takes--is not an option. His struggle to learn local customs is complicated by a mentor whose eyes hunger for the empress?and for him. Viltori is exhausted. He's tried to teach Drakha that there are many ways to find pleasure, only to be met with anger, even violence. Touching the handsome primitive only sharpens his unbearable lust for Bithia, making him wonder if execution for failure wouldn't be a blessing. When Bithia witnesses the results of Viltori's training, she realizes only these two men can fill her empty heart, inspiring her to take command of the throne at last. Except those who've held the reins thus far have a sinister reason for keeping Bithia--and her new consorts--in their place. Product Warnings This erotic romance contains a lusty empress, a primitive alpha male, a dedicated acolyte with domineering tendencies, copious amounts of hot m/m and m/f/m sex, secret torments, burning desires clashing with duty, and a little bit of meddling by future gods.
eBook Publisher: Samhain Publishing, Ltd., Published: 2011
Fictionwise Release Date: March 2011
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"I wish to meet this teacher of yours." Bithia considered her consort over the string of covered platters that lined the table. She'd already filled her plate twice and probably would do so again. Never had she woken so ravenous.
"Viltori?" He'd barely touched what little food he put on his plate. Mostly he sat in studied silence, his gaze downcast, his shoulders slumped.
"If that is his name." She wished to know exactly what this fool had taught her bondmate. Whoever heard of a woman lying utterly passive while a man rammed his cock into her? She could understand such a scenario if he'd bound her, and that could be fun, but she wouldn't tolerate a lifetime of passivity. A strange custom, to be sure, but this teacher, this Viltori, should have taken more time to educate her consort about the wide range of erotic delights available on Diola. At least she'd gotten him to allow her to take him into her mouth. She'd sensed he'd wanted to tell her to stop, but the pleasure had been too great. Sadly, afterwards, he hadn't been able to meet her gaze. They'd gone to bed with him on the far side, on his back, his gaze riveted on the snow-covered glass ceiling.
She still felt she'd made progress with him, but they had a very long way to go. Having him suckle her breasts and letting her take his cock into her mouth was just the smallest of the things she wished to do with him. If this teacher wouldn't help her educate him fully, she'd have the man sent far from the palace. She just might do so anyway. Her greatest fear was that Viltori had deliberately misled her consort to mock her. She would not tolerate such insolence. Perhaps she would have him bound. A hundred hard palace guards pounding away at his upturned bottom would convince him of his foolishness. Picturing the scene caused her cunt to grow slick. She did so enjoy watching men together. They were more aggressive than women were, which was in and of itself arousing. Also, men fought harder for their climax and took what they wanted with a lusty greed she identified with.
"We will see him after we eat." Bithia summoned two guards and gave them explicit instructions. They bowed and left to do her bidding.
Her bondmate watched them go with a frown. "You hurt Viltori?"
"He will come to me, not I to him. I am the empress. Something that seems to be forgotten far too often lately." She had never awakened quite so famished or so furious. Usually she woke with a smile on her face as thoughts of seduction filled her mind. This day was all grumbling annoyance at having to fix a problem she should not have. Given her way, she would have called in those two palace guards, thrown off her crimson robe, and fucked and sucked her way into oblivion. Instead, she would spend the day in tedious instructions.
Picking at his food, her bondmate finally pushed the plate away and met her gaze. "You no like me." White shards spiraled around the black of his pupil, hypnotizing her with his terrible sadness and unbearable shame. "I will die."
"Not this again." Bithia rolled her eyes, trying desperately to distance herself from the raw emotions he displayed. His face remained stoic, but his eyes said more than words ever could. How could he convey so much with his gaze alone? "I'm not going to kill you. I'm going to train you." After she spoke, she realized how cold she sounded. Softening her tone, she said, "I need Viltori to help me teach you our ways." Although that wasn't quite true. She wanted to teach him her ways. She wanted to teach him what she liked, what she didn't, not that there were very many things she didn't like, other than total passivity. To her, sex was a lavish banquet, and she wanted to sample every dish. Once she found a favorite, she would gorge herself to the fullest, then return to sampling until she found a new favorite. She never tired of her endless pursuit of pleasure.
"If I do not do what you..." He paused, searching for the words, but he didn't have to bother. She knew what he was trying to say. He wanted to know if he didn't do what she wanted, would she kill him then?
Bithia wanted to shake him until he understood that she would never do that. Just what kind of a planet did he come from? That thought stopped her cold. Of course, he didn't know she would never hurt him. He believed if he displeased her, even a little bit, she would simply kill him. What kind of a deal had Ambo struck with his people to bring him to Diola? Her shoulders slumped. And just what kind of a selfish bitch was she for not recognizing his agonizing position earlier.
Lifting her hand, she said, "Stop."
He closed his mouth abruptly, but at least this time he didn't drop his gaze.
"I would never hurt you. You are my chosen." She smiled at him, deliberately softening her voice and her face to convey the truth of her words. "I wish for you to learn, for me to learn." After a pause, she added, "We will work together to be together."
Cocking his head to the side, he considered her down the long length of table. "You will learn too?" Harsh lines that darkened his brow lightened with this new idea.
Nodding eagerly, Bithia placed a forkful of seared aket into her mouth and chewed vigorously. "We will learn."
He didn't smile, exactly, but the twin corners of his perfect lips lifted fractionally. What heartened her soul was that he followed suit. Stuffing a big bite of meat into his mouth, he chomped as if he would now willingly eat to keep himself alive to learn. Finally, she'd convinced him he wasn't doomed to die for displeasing her.
Again, a small step, but she felt they were making progress. Chewing thoughtfully, she now watched him eat with the same ravenous gusto as she. Good. He would need his strength to keep up with the instructions she wished to give.
Gods help this Viltori if he dared to thwart her plans.
When Drahka entered, his gaze immediately fell on Viltori. His teacher stood wide-eyed in the center of a lavish room filled with puffy furniture, deep green plants and seemingly hundreds of mirrors. Every step Drahka took echoed his form back at him from a different angle, jarring his perception. He wondered if they were purposely placed to make anyone unfamiliar with the room feel unbalanced. He considered Bithia, who strode inside without issue, and thought she had deliberately chosen this place to meet his teacher.
Dressed in white, Viltori stood out in the mostly crimson room. Blond hair gleamed under golden lights as he nervously clenched and unclenched his brows. Worry ate up all the usual joy that filled his face. When they entered, Viltori's eyes widened at Bithia, but his panicked expression lessened on a sigh when he saw Drahka. Dark brows smoothed over brown eyes.
"Drahka, my student," Viltori said, using Drahka's native tongue.
"My teacher." Drahka reached out to clasp Viltori's shoulder, as was the custom of his people, but Bithia intercepted him, pushing him back with the palm of her hand to his chest. The red robe her servants had dressed him in bunched below her hand and left a moist spot of heat when she withdrew. As much as Drahka wanted to push her back, he let her have her way, as she was the ruler of this planet. Any move Drahka made that angered her might hurt the teacher who had only tried to help. Drahka would rather die than hurt a man who had never done him wrong.
"You taught him?" Bithia demanded, striding toward Viltori as she pointed back at Drahka. Her voice was pitched high and hard, only the cushy furniture and fur rugs softened her harsh tone. Clad in a decorative crimson robe, Bithia consumed the massive space with her mighty presence. If she were not his chosen, Bithia would have terrified Drahka. Still, even though she was his, he held a deep respect for her power, her strength, and the fact that she knew exactly what she wanted. And what she wanted right now was an explanation for his failure.