A Crown Of Stars

An eBook By L E Bryce.

The steward ushered in a comely youth and two girls, three of the many pleasure slaves maintained by the palace for visiting dignitaries and the elite. When a startled Arjuna sat up in his chair, Zhanil smiled and winked. "Go ahead and choose one." "But you've never shared-" "You're a guest, and I'm being a good host," said Zhanil. Arjuna hesitated. "My parents work in the royal establishment. That hardly makes me a guest." Zhanil began to feel the first twinges of impatience. "If you're sitting at my table eating my food and drinking my wine, you're a guest. Now choose one before I have Alassil go down to the scullery and bring back the ugliest girl he can find."

"If you say so, but only because you insist." Arjuna chose a slender, dark-haired girl with bells on her ankles. Zhanil was tempted to take a girl also, but even as his eyes lingered over the remaining girl he recalled his grandfather's admonishments to be careful about where he spent his seed.

Sometimes Zhanil had a girl massage him with fragrant oils and suck his cock, but tonight he wanted more than that. Rather than the willowy girl he preferred, he settled on the other, a lissome young man with golden skin and full lips, and led him by the hand to his bedchamber while Arjuna took his girl to a cushioned divan in the corner.

Zhanil enjoyed a youth's taut nipples and firm ass as much as any man might, but whenever he had a boy he found he did not give as much attention to his partner's pleasure. The girls he always kissed and caressed, so they came even if he did not penetrate them. I should've chosen a girl and just done with her what I always do, he thought, listening to the murmurs and soft moans Arjuna and the girl made as they kissed and fondled each other on the opposite end of the room. "What is your name?" he asked his partner.

"Imbri, sir," said the young man. Rising to his knees, he arched his back and lifted his garment over his head. Underneath, he wore nothing. "What is your pleasure, sir?"

Zhanil took his time about undressing, letting his gaze travel over his partner's body; his imagination supplied enough variations to stir his desire. "Make me ready for you, and then we'll see."

Climbing onto the bed, he covered Imbri's mouth with his, slipping his tongue between willing lips before leaning back among the cushions. Imbri dropped to all fours, then slid sinuously between Zhanil's legs, his buttocks teasing the air, and went to work, licking and sucking. Zhanil watched, smiling when he remembered that girls could not get as much cock in their mouths...

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