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Candy Kiss: Freedom’s Fire Willa Okati
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Freedom’s Fire
Silken lived life by the rules of his profession, even if he was, as Nanashi insisted, a “free man” now. He always remained on the bottom when they fucked, but oh, by the gods and goddesses and Lalasa herself, no one could have been in a better position. Making love was a wonderful celebration of Lalasa, Goddess of the Heart. Today was Her holy day, one which all lovers celebrated, and Silken was wholly glad to be one of those worshipping Her with such pleasure. Lying beneath Nanashi, his own Nightwalker, Silken was nearly bent in half. His knees almost touched his ears, his legs held hard in position by hands much stronger than an ordinary human’s. Nanashi’s grip was tight enough to hurt, but the little zing of pain just made this ever more memorable.
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“My Silken,” Nanashi panted. Nightwalkers did not need to breathe, but they often forgot in the heat of the moment. Silken loved hearing Nanashi lose control and fall into the human habits of gasping, groaning, moaning and hissing with pleasure. “Tight. Gods, always so tight. How do you…” Silken hid his grin and arched up as Nanashi thrust deeper in, impaling himself on Nanashi’s cock and then bearing down to squeeze him hard. He could feel the man’s prick inside him like a rod made of the coolest ivory, some work of art that a very particular collector would prize. Nanashi liked dirty talk, so Silken could, with relief, let himself babble as well. “Harder. Deeper. Please .” “Always so hungry for it,” Nanashi grunted. He pressed Silken’s legs further open and back. “Your cock… such a treasure.” “Touch me,” Silken begged. “Wrap your hand around my rod and squeeze. I burn for your touch.” “What was that?” Nanashi teased, stopping with his cock half-buried in Silken’s ass. “I didn’t hear.” Silken beat with both hands at the rich bed coverings they lay on. “Fuck me!” he exclaimed, full of frustration at an orgasm that built and built but seemed to be forever denied. “Use your hands on my dick and bring me off. Hard. Now. Please.” Nanashi threw his head back and laughed. “All you had to do was ask.” His cool white fingers wrapped around Silken’s cock and began to work it, a good tight grip sliding up and down, slippery from the pre-come leaking out of the tip. Silken arched high and tight, letting out a long, heartfelt wail of appreciation. “Yes,” Nanashi groaned gutturally, speeding up his thrusts. “Gods, yes. I cannot get enough of you, Silken.” “Quiet,” Silken snapped, throwing courtesy to the wind. “Fuck me. Fuck me hard.” Nanashi tossed his head to get strands of falling hair out of his eyes, then tilted Silken further back. He moved with hand and prick, never letting go of Silken’s cock, working it toward a thunderous climax. Silken let himself be carried away on the sizzling feel of the sexual excitement thundering through him. Nanashi’s hand was an instrument of the gods, squeezing him with just the right amount of pressure, just as quickly as Silken needed, not faltering once. If Nanashi was a prime example, Nightwalkers were amazing in bed. Silken had learned this, much to his pleasure, and every time Nanashi plundered him was a memory to be cherished. That was, when he wasn’t too wracked with pleasure to think straight. The orgasm he’d been waiting on surged through his balls. “Nanashi,” he warned, unable to say anything else except, “now --” Nanashi bent to nip at Silken’s leg with his sharp, sharp fangs. “Now,” he ordered. The pain and the pleasure blurred together and sent Silken flying over the edge. He could feel his body spasm as if he’d been struck by lightning, jerking in powerful contractions that doubled when Nanashi
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nailed forward hard and fast and then let out a strangled groan. Cool seed splashed into Silken, deep inside his channel. They lay poised for a long moment, and then collapsed. “Gods, that was good,” Nanashi murmured as Silken slowly straightened out his aching legs. “Come and lie by me. I am not ready for sleep yet, and I do not want to let you go. Stay by my side.” Silken hesitated. “The builders… they will be expecting to report in on their progress.” “Builders, bah.” Nanashi waved his hand. “They can drink tea and wait for us. I am not through with you yet, my once-upon-a-time Courtesan. And since it is my money being spent on the project, I make the final decisions.” Silken couldn’t help smiling. “Then I will gladly stay with you, my Lord.” “Nanashi,” he was reminded. “Nanashi,” Silken said, lying his head on his Nightwalker’s chest. “Thank you.” Nanashi rumbled contentedly. They lay still for a long few moments. Silken was drifting toward sleep, a light nap, when Nanashi spoke again and banished all thoughts of drowsiness from his mind. “Teach me how to be a Courtesan.” The question took Silken by such surprise that he forgot himself and jerked up to stare at Nanashi. “What?” Nanashi chuckled. He pushed Silken’s head back down against his chest and started playing with Silken’s hair, running strand after strand through his fingers. “The thought has just come to me. I have tried for so long and so hard to understand you. You, however, are like a silverfish. You slip through my fingers just when I think I have you safely caught.” “I -- I do not mean to displease --” “Ah, and there again you swim away from me. What passes between us is not about pleasing or displeasing. I want you as a man, not as a crawling slave.” Nanashi’s hand slowed down and then stopped. He twined one lock around a single finger. “It occurs to me that to understand you, I must be you, at least for a little while.” Silken thought, but did not say aloud, that Nanashi had either lost control of his senses or had secretly been smoking the leaves of the brambleroot bush. He’d dealt with users of the opiate before, and knew with an uncomfortable awareness that they could be dangerous. Mama Luck had always been careful, but occasionally one of the deranged would slip through. Illia, of course, didn’t care what kind of lunatic she took on as a customer so long as they had the coin to pay for a whore’s service. Silken would not have thought that Nanashi was subject to any such afflictions. However, ever since
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purchasing Silken’s freedom, Nanashi had been a puzzle. Even now, when they were lying together in a bed soaked by their sweat and come, the man was thinking, thinking, always thinking, and coming up with the most confusing riddles. On the off chance that Nanashi was playing the fool, Silken carefully humored him. “It would be impossible to teach you how to be a Courtesan, my Lord.” Nanashi lightly cuffed Silken on the crown of his head. “I think not. And honestly,” he said, voice rippling with amusement, “after all that we have shared, not to mention what I have done with you this very night, you must call me by my name. Say it. I know you can. ‘Nanashi’.” “Nanashi,” Silken replied obediently. He watched his breath tickle across the fine hairs on Nanashi’s stomach. After all the time they’d spent together, it still struck him as odd that there was no rising or falling of the man’s chest and no heartbeat beneath his ribs. But then again, he was a Nightwalker, and no longer an ordinary man. “Are Nightwalkers made or born?” Silken asked, surprising himself. He found it hard to be blunt with Nanashi unless they were discussing sex, all his years of training keeping his tongue tied, but apparently this was a night for strange turns of events. “Both.” Nanashi’s finger uncurled from Silken’s hair. “And I was serious, you realize. Teach me how to be a Courtesan.” Silken bit his lip. He was still of the belief that Nanashi suffered from some sort of brain fever, perhaps brought on by overexertion in their bed, but the wisest course of action was to play along with this particular game. “I could try, my -- Nanashi.” “Good!” Nanashi sounded pleased. He sat up, dislodging Silken. Silken obediently sat as well. A Courtesan always followed their client’s lead, and he could not stop himself from following the rules even now that he was, so to speak, free. “Then begin right away. It is Lalasa’s Night, the Night of Lovers, an auspicious time for bed sport. What would a Courtesan do in a situation like this? I have just pleased my client. Have I not?” Silken started to blush. “No, my Lord.” “Nanashi.” “Nanashi,” Silken tried again. This was acutely embarrassing, but he bravely pushed on. “I fear that you would not have pleased a client.” “Interesting.” Nanashi crossed his legs beneath him, gracefully but artlessly, and rested his elbow on one knee. He leaned forward, his chiseled face alight with curiosity. “Tell me what I have done wrong, then.” “You… took control.” “And this is wrong?” Nanashi seemed genuinely puzzled. “I suppose most would prefer to top, but would you not occasionally have a client who preferred to be on the bottom?” “That did happen from time to time, but it was a rarity. Most citizens wealthy enough to afford a Courtesan were strong and independent, and preferred to remain dominant even in bed. Whether male or
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female, it was my job to bow for them.” Silken felt torn. He knew that Nanashi didn’t like reminders of Silken’s time as a slave, but he had asked -- hadn’t he? A lifetime of training could not be overcome in a day, or even in weeks or months. Still, Silken tried to do his best. “I was there to please them. They preferred to use me instead of being used themselves. Whether I used lips or fingers or cock, they were always the ones driving the horses.” Nanashi snorted. “And you were their horse. Nothing but a good ride.” That pricked Silken’s pride. “I was the best,” he retorted, stung. “Mama Luck prized me above all her other Courtesans.” “Which is one of many reasons why I desired you more than any. But not as a mindless sex animal. I wanted to know you as a man, which is why I pursued you and bought your contract and bound you to me as a free man in a lifelong commitment. And you went gladly, or so I thought.” Nanashi frowned. “Or is that it, Silken? Were you willing, or merely acting as a good Courtesan? No matter what I try to teach you, do you still think of yourself as a slave?” “You said you wished to learn how to be a Courtesan, my -- Nanashi?” Silken said quickly, trying to change the subject. The art of deflecting awkward questions was one he had learned to use with great effect. He had his doubts about how well it would work with Nanashi. He was right. “Don’t play bait-and-catch with me, Silken,” Nanashi ordered. He reached out with his free hand to cup Silken’s chin and raise his head so that they were looking at one another, eye to eye. He sighed. “Sometimes I think I have bought myself a lifetime of trouble with you, Silken. I have broken your chains, but still you remain a slave.” “And yet you wish to learn how to become a slave?” Silken found himself growing frazzled, Nanashi’s questions keeping him off balance. His temper, somewhat more easily frayed these days, was beginning to throw off sparks of irritation. “Or, as you put it, a Courtesan? Apparently they mean much the same thing to you.” “I want to know where all your thoughts and rationales come from.” Nanashi was deadly serious. “I want to know whether or not you’re with me as a man when we are in this bed, or merely playing out the role you have been performing in all your adult life.” This embarrassed Silken, still, but he managed to say what was in his heart and had always been there: “I love you, Nanashi. You are my life. My sun, my moon, my sky full of stars. I would have done anything for someone who bought out Illia’s contract, true. But to tie myself to a Nightwalker? This is more than just a business arrangement. This took courage and adoration and dedication.” “So I am more than just a customer to you?” Silken nodded. “You are my world. I live to please you.” “Ach!” Nanashi unfurled his legs and slid off the bed. He stood tall on his two long feet, hands on his trim hips, and glared down at Silken. “You should not live to please me. You should live to please yourself.”
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“Pleasing you is pleasing myself,” Silken tried to explain. He automatically took hold of the rich red-and-gold coverings on their bed and pulled them up over his waist, concealing his lap. “It makes me happy to serve you. This is my choice as a free man.” Nanashi stared at him with a dark frown for a long moment, then sighed. “I do not suppose that we will ever completely sort out this tangle,” he admitted. “But then again, I feel certain that being the partner of a Nightwalker is something you yourself struggle with.” Silken felt safe in nodding. Keeping nocturnal hours was only part of the changes he’d gone through. He’d learned how to find the best butchers and how much a fair price was for blood. Nanashi could consume animal by-products, and preferred them over a kill or even a willing donor, which made him unusual among the common sort -- but in high style for a Nightwalker of elevated caste. Silken had also grown accustomed to finding servants and builders who were willing to work after the cover of night, so that their own home and the Courtesan House they were building could progress with Nanashi able to keep an eye on things. It wasn’t an easy life that he spent with the Nightwalker. But he hadn’t lied -- Nanashi meant everything to him. From the long waves of his midnight black hair to his snapping dark eyes to his full mouth and long, strong body, Nanashi was everything Silken might ever have wanted in a man. He was patient, too. And gentle. For the most part. He had never struck Silken, no matter what the provocation. He had freed Silken. So, for the sake of his partner, Silken decided he could go along with the game Nanashi had in mind. “Are you serious, my -- Nanashi?” he asked, folding his hands in his lap. “You truly wish to learn how a Courtesan would act in this position?” “Why not? Anything that gets me an insight in there --” Nanashi reached out and poked Silken’s head “-- is worth my while. And I have a sense that this could be a fine entertainment. Let us begin.” “Immediately, my Lord?” “Use my name,” Nanashi scolded. “If I were a Courtesan and you were a client, you would hardly call me ‘Lord.’ I know this much. If it makes you feel better, consider this an order. For the next hour, you are my superior and I am a low-caste whore.” Silken wanted to laugh. Nanashi didn’t hold back the impulse, grinning as if he were a child with a new toy. “Come on,” the Nightwalker encouraged. “Indulge me.” “Very well.” Silken composed himself in thought. He was acutely aware of semen drying on his chest, starting to itch. His cock had come on it as well from where Nanashi drove him over the edge. His ass felt sticky, covered as it was with Nanashi’s favorite cherry-scented lubricant. Silken cleared his throat. “As a Courtesan, you would not have tackled me after I asked an innocent question about what sort of tea you would like for the evening ceremony.”
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“Noted.” Nanashi’s eyes twinkled. “It was great fun, though. But I take your point. A Courtesan is, I suppose, discreet in offering themselves?” “Subtly but effectively, yes.” Silken got up. He was comfortable in his nakedness as he moved to stand next to Nanashi. “You would have entered this room and seen me sitting… perhaps there.” He pointed to a comfortable armchair with the same rich red-and-gold upholstering as their bedding. “I would have been waiting in the best possible place to see if the Courtesan I had purchased was worth my money and my time.” Nanashi nodded. “What are you waiting for, then?” he asked, giving Silken a small push. “Go and sit down. I’ll exit and re-enter. Judge me as you would one of your trainees. Correct me where I am wrong.” His smile grew sly. “I might find it more than a little enjoyable to be reprimanded.” Silken blinked. This was a new fact about Nanashi, something else to be added to the wild tangle that comprised his thoughts about the Nightwalker. “As you wish,” he said slowly. “Leave the room. I will sit and wait for you.” It felt distinctly odd to be making his way to the overstuffed chair, one that he’d rarely ever dared to sit on, and only then at Nanashi’s insistence -- sometimes when he wanted a show. He had said that he liked seeing the decadence of a man bringing himself off when surrounded by such luxury. This new game was troubling, but at the same time strangely intriguing. Nanashi observed the courtesy of a soft knock on the wall outside the curtain of hanging rice beads. Silken took a deep breath, shook his head, and put his best foot forward. “Enter, Courtesan.” What Mama Luck would say if she could see him now… Nanashi pushed the curtain aside and strode in. He was still naked, streaked with come and glistening with sweat. He grinned broadly, white teeth and fangs gleaming. “I am your servant for this night.” Silken scowled, pulling his face down into an exaggerated expression of displeasure. “You will never do. Go back and send me someone worthy.” “Truly?” Nanashi looked taken aback. “What is wrong with me?” “Do you truly want to know?” “I do.” Nanashi put his hands on his hips, an aggressive posture but one that suggested curiosity in his nature. “What did you see that displeased you?” “For one, you are covered in fluids. Sweat and semen are signs that you are haphazard in your personal care, and that you have likely just come from a previous customer without bothering to wash. No one wants a Courtesan who is… well…” “Sloppy seconds?” Nanashi suggested, looking wicked. “Very well, I am unacceptable. But let us say that you called for me in a rush, and I had no time to stop and bathe.” “That might happen,” Silken allowed. “You would still try, at least, to run a cloth over yourself.” “I’ve had no time. You wanted me here immediately. But once you have me, are you the patient sort
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who is willing to let me clean while you wait?” Silken considered the question. “It’s not beyond the realm of what might happen. Very well. Wash yourself while I wait and watch.” “Yes, my Lord.” Nanashi’s eyes twinkled wickedly as he took broad strides toward the small waterfall in the corner of their bedroom. Silken cleared his throat. “Oh, for the love of -- what have I done wrong now?” Getting up, Silken tried to demonstrate. “A Courtesan never rushes so obviously. Every movement is meant to seduce. I have heard of those rare few who are excited by seeing a body in this sort of disheveled shape, though I never saw them at Mama Luck’s. You bounded over here like a hare. Watch me as I walk.” He took careful steps, swinging his hips. “Like so. Quickly enough to get you there, but with grace.” “So many rules for such a simple thing.” Nanashi shook his head. “And as for washing?” “We will assume, although this much is impossible, that you were in such a hurry that you did not put on the simplest of robes. You have arrived naked and covered in the detritus of lovemaking.” “Such romance.” “Do you wish to learn or not?” Silken asked quietly. Nanashi seemed more annoyed and less amused as their game went on. “We may stop at any time.” “No.” Nanashi gave Silken a firm look. “Continue. How would I wash myself?” “You would make every move a dance. Reach for a cloth in the rack as if you were performing an intricate step. Every time you do something, remember that this is art. Grabbing the cleaning supplies and scrubbing yourself down like a floor is not an option.” Nanashi sighed. “And folk say that Nightwalkers are particular creatures. Very well. It becomes obvious to me that I cannot learn everything in one night. But you, you’ve had a lifetime of practice.” “A Courtesan in training never gives up. They might be whipped.” The light that came on in Nanashi’s eyes was quickly filed away for future reference. Really, Silken found that he was learning all sorts of interesting and mildly alarming things that night. “I will copy you, then.” Nanashi managed to pluck up a cloth with the grace of his breed, although he did not approach the artfulness of a high-caste Courtesan. “Soap and water, water and soap?” “Only enough to cleanse what has gotten dirty. This is no time for a proper bath.” Nanashi chewed at his lip in thought, then nodded. He prepared the cloth and rubbed it over his belly, his cock and balls, and across his chest. When he’d finished, he glanced up at Silken. “Will this do?” “It’s good enough,” Silken allowed. “Now. Your next move would be to ask what would please me
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most. If you were a woman --” “Which I thank the gods I am not.” “There is no harm in women. I have enjoyed many of them in the past.” Silken thought longingly of Aliana and her gifts of tea. “If you were a female, I would ask if you preferred my lips, fingers, or cock.” “Would you ask a man the same thing?” “With one exception. I would ask a man if he preferred for me to bend over.” Silken demonstrated, grasping his ankles. “This is the preferred position.” “I see.” Nanashi sounded as if he were having a hard time getting the words out. “By Lalasa, Silken, what a picture you make.” “I never displayed myself this way with you,” Silken explained, still holding his legs. “You required a different approach.” “Let us say that the rules have changed.” Nanashi’s voice grew rougher. “You, the client, have decided that you want to be plundered. To be taken.” “It is not likely --” “But it might happen?” “On occasion.” “Good. Because the sight of your ass is far too tempting for me to withstand.” Silken couldn’t help but feel a ripple of pleasure -- and of amusement -- at the words. He would have wagered a gold coin that Nanashi was starting to regret his challenge. Two could play, though, and he’d been given permission. “Be graceful in your preparation,” Silken warned. “I happen to be slick already, but most would come dry and unstretched. Gentle hands -- warm hands -- and a light but firm touch.” Nanashi groaned. “I begin to think this was a bad idea on my behalf,” he said, confirming Silken’s educated guess. Silken surprised himself by chuckling. “You did ask, and I am doing my best to demonstrate what a Courtesan does best.” “You are temptation incarnate,” Nanashi grumbled. “First, since we have stretched the rules so far, allow me to clean you. Would that be permitted?” “Encouraged, even, if the client were worn after a day’s hard work.” “There is a mercy.” Silken heard Nanashi move to the waterfall and wet, then soap a new piece of cloth. He waited until he felt Nanashi’s gentle touch on his ass, the cotton soft against Silken’s own tender entrance. He sighed with pleasure. Nanashi did have some skill there, and he even went so far as to wash
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Silken’s prick and heavy sac. If he were still a proper Courtesan, Silken would have held himself utterly still, awaiting his client’s pleasure. But since he happened to be playing the part of a client, he let out little ooh and ahh noises of appreciation and spread his legs further to give Nanashi better access. Behind him, Nanashi chuckled. “Were they all always this eager for you?” If Nanashi could have seen his face, Silken thought he might have been bold enough to wink at the Nightwalker. “More than this.” “So I see what I have to live up to now.” A last, lingering stroke, and Nanashi withdrew the cloth. “What next? That which comes naturally?” “Lubrication.” Silken’s head was starting to ache from maintaining his position, so in the spirit of fun he deliberately straightened and headed for the bed. Gracefully, because his body and muscles were so well-trained that he couldn’t be clumsy, he draped himself across the rich bedstuffs and raised his ass in the air. “Get me ready.” “We are pretending, I am to suppose, that you are coming at this as if it were your first fuck of the night?” “A client saves himself for the pleasure of being entertained by a Courtesan.” “So if I were to say that you looked utterly debauched already, that would be inappropriate?” Silken laughed softly. “Yes. But you waste time. A man or woman --” “Do stop referring to me as a potential woman.” “A man, then, who came to a Courtesan, would be one of duty and responsibility. They come to take their pleasure, but it is often merely a resting break between duties that need their attention.” “In other words, they preferred quick action?” “And rapid satisfaction.” Silken wiggled his ass. “You’ve already wasted far too much time.” “Then by all means, let me repair my mistake.” Silken heard the muted clinks and clanks of various jars being lifted for examination, and then the pop of a cork coming loose. “I have a very fine oil for us, my Lord,” Nanashi said, his voice sending ripples of excitement through Silken’s cock where it lay nestled against the bed, already stiff. “It smells of almonds. Do you favor that scent, or shall I choose another?” “Almonds will do.” Silken moved again, searching for friction against the fine embroidery of the bedcovering. “Make haste.” He felt the weight of Nanashi sitting on the bed next to him. “As my Lord wishes,” Nanashi said before drizzling a cool stream of oil down the small of Silken’s back into the valley between his ass cheeks. Long, strong fingers began to work the slippery stuff in, the scent of fresh almonds filling the air. His hands felt so good that Silken’s cock throbbed with anticipation. “Penetrate me,” he managed to order. “Now.”
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“I must make sure the way is prepared, my Lord.” Nanashi sounded so demure that Silken was sure the Nightwalker was grinning from ear to ear. “I realize you have many affairs of state waiting for your attention, but I would not hurt you in any way.” He was getting it exactly right, but Silken found himself growing too impatient with these games. Had any of his clients ever felt this way? “No,” he growled. “Your organ. Your cock. Inside me. Now.” “My Lord is certain?” Silken nodded vigorously. “Then as my Lord desires, so shall it be.” Nanashi shifted position, kneeling behind Silken with a knee on either side of Silken’s thighs. Silken raised his ass again and finally felt the hard, blunt pressure of Nanashi’s cock against his back passage. “Does my Lord wish for me to treat him roughly or with care?” “Gods! Roughly. Hard. Please.” “As you desire,” Nanashi murmured. He put slippery hands on Silken’s hips and pushed forward, his cock plowing deep into Silken’s channel. Silken arched his back and cried out in ecstasy. He never got tired of this, of being so incredibly filled. Automatically, he clenched down to better feel the cock plundering him. Nanashi hissed. “Silken?” Silken managed a questioning noise. “May we cease playing now?” “By Lalasa, I wish you would.” Silken collapsed in relief. And Nanashi, with the strength of the Nightwalkers and the power of a man deeply in lust, began to pound Silken with all of his might. His cock slammed in and out without care for refinement, each push/pull feeling as if it tugged Silken’s insides along with them. Nanashi swore, words in the Common Tongue and in the language of the Nightwalkers. His hands tightened on Silken’s hips until Silken knew he’d have bruises, but he -- didn’t -- care. Nanashi might not have been a good Courtesan, but as a client and a partner, he fucked like a professional. Better than, even -- he had heart in what he did. He found a rhythm with Silken’s humping and bucking against the bedspread, both of them riding each other through wave after wave of shocking power. It felt like standing outside in a thunderstorm. They were both soaked with sweat. Great fat drops dripped off Nanashi’s chest to land on Silken’s back, where they slid down into his crevice. The almond oil had been joined by slick pre-come, but Silken’s hole was still snug enough that Nanashi cursed in glee as he thrust to and fro. When Silken came, he spurted over the priceless bedspread with a shout of delight. Nanashi made an astonished noise, then snapped his hips forward quick, quick, quick, and came with a shout.
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Silken lay there, breathing heavily. He felt dizzy. He’d had his share of memorable fucks with Nanashi, yet this one outdid all but the first time they were together. “Silken? Are you well?” Nanashi’s voice was shaking. “Did I damage you?” “Oh, no.” Silken let the words tumble across his tongue like the juices from ripe berries. “I feel as if I’m flying.” Nanashi sighed in contentment as he withdrew. “Lest I forget, we clean up before we rest,” he said wickedly. Silken lay there, utterly boneless, as Nanashi fetched cleaning supplies and took care of them both. Nanashi further broke Courtesan rules by tossing both cloths to the floor, but Silken wasn’t inclined to protest. Not when his Nightwalker was rolling him into his arms and pulling him tight against his hard, breathless, deathless chest. Nanashi hummed for a moment, then chuckled. “I suppose I did very poorly for a Courtesan.” “You did,” Silken said boldly, encouraged by the spirit of play. “And I am a very good Courtesan, even if I happen to be a free man as well. Serving brings me pleasure, free or no. Now do you see why I go on as I began?” “I think I begin to,” Nanashi said thoughtfully. “I have learned something after all.” “Then that is all I have ever hoped for. Pleasing you is the fire I warm myself by.” “Freedom’s fire,” Nanashi replied. “Yes. I understand now.” He stroked Silken’s back. “Rest for a moment.” Silken closed his eyes and rested his head against Nanashi’s chest. He was almost asleep -- a second time -- when Nanashi reached down and popped him on the ass with the flat of one hand. “The moment is over. What do you say -- one more time before we go out to meet the builders of the new Courtesan House?” Silken laughed in disbelieving delight. “For you, my Lord? Anything.” He reached up for a rough, wet kiss. As their lips parted, he grinned and repeated himself, meaning every word, “Anything.”
Willa Okati
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