Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 28150 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 141(@200wpm)___ 113(@250wpm)___ 94(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28150 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 141(@200wpm)___ 113(@250wpm)___ 94(@300wpm)
As usual, the meal before him had been expertly done, but now he wanted entertainment. This portion of his evening was normally his favorite part, when his harem would dance for him. Lately, however, he felt a sense of boredom he just couldn’t shake.
Since the Great Treaty of Bruan, Thibius had been at peace. With no war to train for, he had more time to visit his subjects and to oversee his land. This should have pleased him, but it didn’t. After all, none of the women in his harem excited him like they used to. Even the newer ones couldn’t hold his attention longer than a span of a month. Perhaps it was time to start looking for his Queen.
“Shall I bring the harem out now?” Darus asked.
“Yes. I’m in the mood to be entertained.”
Darus clapped his hands together, signaling for the musicians to start playing. Tuk, the keeper of his harem, walked into the dining hall first followed by the twelve usual women. Where was the thirteenth that Darus had raved about earlier? He frowned and turned to his servant. “Where is the new concubine you spoke of?”
“She should be with the rest of them, Sire. Ah, there she is.”
Blaze looked toward the entrance to see a woman dragging her feet behind the rest, almost as if she didn’t want to be there. His eyes widened with surprise.
He’d had a human once before and had found the experience enjoyable, but she didn’t look like this one. This female had silky dark skin, eyes that slanted up just a tad, and a mouth so lush he couldn’t help but wonder what it would taste like.
She was one of the most gorgeous creatures he’d ever set eyes on. Her slender body was encased in the traditional gear worn by the rest of his harem, colorful scarves made from shimmering, transparent material, artfully molded to her curves. But it looked like it had been made especially for her. Her hair fell down her back in spirals of dark twists.
Blaze’s mouth watered, his gaze clinging to her face, drinking in her every feature, from the curve of her broad nose to the fullness of her lashes. Her high cheekbones gave her a regal appearance.
His cock stirred with awareness. In that moment, he realized he had to have her.
“What do you think of the new concubine, Sire?”
“She’ll do,” Blaze said, in an attempt to convey a casualness he didn’t feel.
His eyes followed his new concubine as she began to dance with the rest of the harem. She moved with a fluid grace that kept his dinner companions riveted. Something told him she wasn’t quite giving it her all, but she outshined every single dancer on the floor. It was as though she were made for this.
His balls throbbed with the need to be inside of her. He turned to his advisor and good friend, Radien, to see the other man’s gaze gliding up and down the woman’s body with apparent lust. A wave of jealousy hit unrepentantly. How dare Radien ogle what was his without a by your leave?
“Do you see something of interest, Radien?” Blaze asked tightly.
“That dark one. Is she an Earthling?”
“Isn’t it obvious?”
“The Remarkes are similar in appearance, but they don’t have skin hues quite like that. She’s magnificent. How much do you want for her?”
Blaze fought to hold on to his temper. He knew he’d look foolish if he punched his friend out for no apparent reason. It took him a moment to calm down sufficiently enough to answer. “That one is not for sale. She’s new.”
“Yes, but we both know how quickly you get bored with your women. I understand you want to sample the goods first, but when you get bored with her, as I’m sure you will, I’ll offer a fair price.”
Blaze bit the inside of his lip to keep from saying what was really on his mind. His eyes flew back to the dark beauty. The way she arched her back as she danced and the movement of her rounded hips made him want to carry her to his bedroom now. Images of her beneath him with his cock buried deep inside her cunt were driving him insane.
He glanced at the timepiece on the dining room wall. It wouldn’t be proper for him to call a halt to the evening until the harem was finished entertaining. Each one of the women took turns standing in front of him, gyrating and moving sensually so he would choose her for his companion of the night. They could all move as suggestively as they wished; his choice was made.
When it came time for the new concubine to come forward, his heart pounded as though it would burst from his chest. Anxiously he waited for her to approach, but when she merely remained where she stood he found it difficult to hide his disappointment. What was the meaning of this? Why wouldn’t she step forward?