Page 81 of The King's Menagerie

"Well, I'm staying this time, so stop yelling at me."

Jankin smiled. "I never thought I'd get to see you again, let alone like this, Ramsay." He trailed his fingers over Ramsay's mouth. "You always did look so very pretty thoroughly tumbled."

"Shut up," Ramsay said, face hot as he pulled Jankin's hand away.

Before he could say anything else, he was attacked by the twins, who dragged him over and down to the lounging area, where they'd just been all but fucking each other. "Am I allowed to ask now how brothers…"

"We'll tell you the full tale later," Ender said, "but suffice to say we did not even know the other existed until a few years ago, when I was summoned to the palace. We…do not really see each other as brothers." Ramsay listened avidly to the abbreviated tale. "I hope it doesn't…"

Ramsay kissed him, then Nadir. "If it concerned me, I would not be here. I admit I was taken aback, but I quit the rules and expectations of others when they left my brother to die. Anyway, I would be a hypocrite, because I enjoyed watching you together just moments ago."

Grinning in delight, eyes full of mischief, the twins withdrew and helped each other undress, until they were naked, save for their jeweled piercings.

Shafiq sat nearby, Jankin now sprawled with head in his lap, sipping at wine, his eyes dark and hot as he watched them.

Ramsay rose to sit properly and enjoy the view, and gasped as an unmistakable, large and muscled presence settled behind him. Berkant's bare, hard cock rubbed, making Ramsay gasp, but when he would have turned, Berkant held him in place, hands running hot and heavy over his body like he was sampling a possible purchase.

In the next breath, Ramsay's clothes were equally as gone, his face burning as he was put on all fours. His gaze shifted restlessly from the beautiful twins still ardently making out, to where Jankin had pulled out Shafiq's cock to teasingly fondle, and back again.

Hot, slick fingers breached him, and Berkant's smug chuckle made him flush even hotter. "I see our king has laid his claim. I hope he does it again very soon so I can watch. Can you take me too, Lynx?"

Mortified and aroused beyond all measures, lost in the delightfultoo muchof it all, Ramsay moaned, braced on his elbows, as Berkant continued to tease him, fingers pushing indeep. "Let's—fuck—let's find out. Jankin once fucked me three times in one night. I can handle at least that."

All sorts of pleased noises filled the room then. The twins left off making out with each other and helped arrange Berkant and Ramsay to offer Shafiq the best possible view. Jankin grinned, more like a wolf than a peacock, before he bent to take Shafiq's cock in his mouth.

Fingers tangled in his hair as Berkant's enormous-feeling cock pushed inside him, and sweat stung his eyes so much that it was hard to determine which twin pushed their cock into his mouth. They teased him, all three of them, Berkant's movements slow and intermittent, the twins constantly swapping, only letting him suck briefly before one pulled out and the other pushed in. He had a fleeting thought of being blind-folded while the pair teased him, but it was gone as Berkant finally grabbed his hips and fucked him with greedy abandon. The cock currently in his mouth remained, fucking his face with the same eagerness.

Ramsay was dizzy with it. So long, for so very long, he had been entirely alone, and now here he was being glutted on pleasure. He might have cried if given a moment alone to let it overwhelm him, but all he could feel was the pleasure and ecstasy.

Berkant sank into him one last time and came, and the cock in his throat went still, pulling out slightly as though waiting to continue. Ramsay managed to clear his vision enough to look up and see it was Nadir fucking his mouth. He'd barely registered when Berkant gently withdrew and was immediately replaced by what had to be Ender.

Thankfully, the twins were not interested in prolonging the delightful torment. They fucked him in tandem, calling to each other, the other three, until they came with matchinggroans and filled him, and a hand around his cock sped him to his own much-needed finish.

He collapsed, sore and sweaty, to the ground, breath heaving. "I hope not every night is this intense, or I might expire by the end of the week."

They laughed, and Berkant helped him up—and then kept lifting him up, carrying him over to a bathing area, where Jankin washed him thoroughly. Almost too thoroughly, but thankfully Ramsay was too spent to embarrass himself.

After they were clean, they all slid into the enormous, steaming, mineral-laden bath. The palace must have access to hot springs, for water like this. Question for another day.

For the moment, he was happy to sit there soaking up the heat, settled between Shafiq and Jankin, the others close to hand. It was strange, to be the one feeling protected for once, but it was a feeling that Ramsay could so easily, and happily, get accustomed to.

If a few tears slipped out from the tumult of it all, the others were kind enough not to point it out. Shafiq only held him closer, and Jankin kissed the tears away, and the twins launched into the full tale of how they each had come to join the harem.

End

The Mongoose

Nadir would kill for a good night's sleep. Instead, he'd be lucky to catch even just a couple of hours before his mother wanted him up to attend her at temple, and then when he got back there was work to do for his father, lessons to give his sisters, his own lessons in music and dancing, and he was too tired to remember what else.

He walked-stumbled through the quiet halls, carrying books and papers that felt as heavy as boulders, his shoulders and arms aching, head throbbing from exhaustion and hunger. Gods, what would it be like to not have a day that was crammed full of work that kept him so busy things like food and sleep were the stuff of daydreams. He'd kill for just one day where he could rest, relax, not have a hundred worries preying on his mind. Where he could eat—

The books and papers went flying as he slammed into someone, and Nadir hit the ground hard, his right arm from elbow to shoulder taking the brunt of it, though his head still smacked the floor hard enough to worsen his headache and put tears in his eyes.

Damn it.

"I'm so sorry," Nadir said, fighting a stupid urge to cry as he shoved his hair from his face. Where had his ribbons gone? How had he lost both of them? Oh, there was one. He fumbled to grab it and then rose unsteadily, finally looking at the unfortunate bastard he'd slammed into.

And promptly wished he'd died. "Your Majesty!" He immediately dropped to his knees, bowing his head, biting hislips against the sob of pain that tried to escape. "My most humble apologies for my carelessness, my king. I hope I have not brought you harm."

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