ADULT EXCERPT

Scene note: Zag and Sheridan attend a dinner hosted by Lady Moehnigua where the guests discuss commerce while having sex.

Sheridan pressed hot desperate kisses down Zag’s muscle-beautiful torso—remembering, more and more, what she had forced herself to forget, their passions. Her hands stroked downward over the fabric of his pants, stroked over his brutally hard cock.

Feverishly, she kissed him. She stroked, holding his strength with her bound hands. Stroking up and down rhythmically, she pressed hard as she knew he once enjoyed. As he had once allowed, teaching her to touch him.

She stroking-tempted him from his tip to the base of his cock, feeling him stud-harden even more.

“You remember,” he harsh and hoarse blurted the words.

“You make me remember,” she challenged between her kisses, her furious pants of breath.

Zag seized her hands. She gripped his ache-pulsing cock harder. Devil-wicked, he was torn between sweetest ecstasy here, this moment. With her. Or continue his horrible need for her until later, a planned fiercer ecstasy with her.

“Zaggry, you will owe me.” Lady Moehnigua’s coy tone penetrated. Suddenly, he inhaled the pungent odor of a carnal-lessening candle. “You will favor me with the pleasure of you and your slave lover as my dining guests. Soon.”

“Your favor,” he guttural agreed, grateful for her assistance.

“Sheridan, dearest,” Lady Moehnigua invited softly, waving the pungent candle near his slave lover’s nose. “He cannot mount you until you release his impressively raised sword for you.”

Sheridan jerked, a measure of sanity returning. Her fingers loosened. She felt Zag lift her hands from him. He placed her hands back on his chest, held rule over her hands.

“Sher, come with me.”

“Duke Westerworth has requested your company, Zaggry. I will send Nebulia to you when your tableau is ready.”

“My special debt to you, Lady Moehnigua.”

“I will collect most pleasurably,” she assured, a vixen smile beneath her words.

Zag lifted his woman from the dais, feeling her crazed need for him—the sultry slide of her body down his.

“Duke Westerworth?” she murmured up to him.

“A possible ally.” Zag moved slowly toward the Duke’s salon area, raw enjoying his woman’s swaying curves against him.

As they approached, Duke Westerworth fondled his wife’s mountainous, alabaster breasts. He lapped berry meringue from her enormous bosom, his wife’s head was thrown back as she stood before him, offering up her breasts.

As her husband licked her nipple with the full length of his tongue, she cried out, carnal trembling. She lifted her breasts more to him. He suckled her nipple, pulling savage demand. Then he sucked meringue from her other nipple letting her whimper for more.

“You will wait,” the Duke ruled her. He gripped her nipple between his fingers, twisting.

“Husband,” she pleaded, wriggling her breasts for him.

The Duke pulled, rhythmically twisting her giant pink nipple.

“Baron Vettura,” the Duke greeted, his jade green eyes hooded with passion. “Know the pleasure of your slave lover’s breasts while we speak.”

Zag brought his woman before him. Pressing the base of his cock against her luscious ass, he stroked her nipples free of her bodice, his thumbs circling over her blatant burst nipples.

Wanton, Sheridan arched her ass up against his cock’s arousal. She softly moaned her pleasure and her wild embarrassment as his thumbs circled her nipples. When he leisurely plucked her fire raw nipples she burned blazes of ache and bliss.

“Duke Westerworth, your commerce goes well.”

“Well enough, Baron, due to your timely advice. Assist me with a new venture I am planning and further profit is yours. Also, I have the long-time ear of Duke Strovanoph. He can be persuaded against the transportation triad’s addictive lust for more of our land. Especially persuaded upon the victory of your slave lover in the wager-anticipated Braverth.” The Duke twisting-seized his wife’s other nipple. She carnal-happily cried out.

“Your new venture, Duke Westerworth?” Zag smoothed caresses over his woman’s breasts, lust-adoring the thrust of her ass to him.

“Feature improvements to the line of antique coaches produced by Gorrunts. I own a third share of the enterprise. I have the opportunity to own the controlling share.” Briefly, he teased his teeth over his wife’s nipple.

“I will research the favor of such a venture, Duke. Your time limitation?” Zag fondled his woman’s breasts to his pleasure, listened to her tiny stifled whimpers, carnal-enjoyed her desire to be mounted.

“Four days would be ideal. May I burden you with further contact, Baron? The Lady Moehnigua’s messenger arrives for you.”

“The afternoon, Duke, I am available for further details.”

Zag gently caressed his woman’s nipples beneath her bodice. She trembled, moaned, crazed to know more of his fondling touches. Leaning down, he listened to Nebulia’s instructions.

“Follow me.” Nebulia beckoned them.

“What decadent now, master?” Sheridan murmured, her legs not cooperative, her gaze filled with the Duke’s fondling assault on his wife’s giant willing breasts.

“Slave lover,” Zag growled. He stepped in front of her, passionately hoisted her up over his shoulder. His hand claimed her ripe ass as he followed Nebulia.

Zag carried his woman inside the small secret room, entirely dark, from where they would witness the tableau. Swiftly, he closed the door, allowed her to slide down his body, her body more than sizzle lust against him.