Page 104 of Brighter Than Gold

“Yes.”

“How is your head?”

“My head?”

“What thoughts are running through your mind right now?”

I paused, considering her question. My mind was empty, it was like a blank page.

“Nothing, I don’t have any thoughts.”

“Is that a relief for you?”

Slowly I began to realize, it was. It was such a fucking relief. No worry for the Realm, for my duties, no forced front as I pretended to be the King I wanted everyone to think I was. No new taxation laws or diplomatic relations or whatever the fuck we were supposed to be concerned with that day. Nothing. Empty.

Quiet.

“Yes,” I finally answered.

“Good,” she said with a smile. “Can I give you something else to focus your attention on?”

I stared up at her, confident if she struck me again with that whip that I would lunge at her.

She nodded to the girl behind me with the cloth, and either Dahlia or Marigold (I had no idea which) knelt down in front of me. She turned and looked at me on all fours and rucked her skirt up over her ass. She was completely bare and offering herself to me at Meloria’s request.

“What is this?” I asked the woman in charge.

“Do you want to fuck her?”

I hesitated.

“So, fuck her.”

I was too wary, was this some sort of test? Was there a catch? Meloria crouched down beside the half-naked girl. She brushed her fingers over the girl’s bare ass as she spoke to me.

“I’m offering you the chance to experience something new, something a little too dark for most people.” Her hand lowered slowly to the dark skin of the girl’s cunt, and she pushed a finger inside, drawing out a low, pleased moan from the woman on her knees. I watched her hand move, her slender finger disappearing into the girl’s sex, only to come out glistening, more and more with each stroke.

“You’ve done the hard part already,” Meloria said, as the girl began to push back on her hand demanding more. “The rest is the reward.” She added a second finger and the girl moaned loudly. “Up to you.” She withdrew her fingers, and wiped the dampness on her black dress.

Present

“Did you fuck her?” Reyah asked, engrossed in the story.

“I did.”

“And?”

“And it was one of the best releases of my life.”

Reyah’s pretty blue eyes searched my face.

“I visited Meloria often after that night. She taught me a great many things.”

“I have so many more questions,” Reyah said. I chuckled, she was intrigued and not at all offended, and I was relieved.

“You know most wives wouldn’t be so eager or inquisitive about this subject matter.”

She cracked a sly smile. “Well, I’m grateful for what she taught you. I’ve benefited greatly.”

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