sorry, Drahka.”
Viltori needn’t have translated. Drahka could see regret in her eyes. He nodded his forgiveness. When she leaned her face up to his, as if to press her face against his, he stepped back, frowning down at her, then casting a curious glance to Viltori.
Viltori hissed out a breath that told Drahka without words he’d just made another mistake.
In his language, Viltori said, “She’s trying to kiss you.” However, the word kiss was not one Drahka was familiar with and he said so.
“Of course, he’s never been kissed because he hadn’t been fucked until last night.” Bithia laughed. “You will help me teach him.”
Viltori slowly nodded, as if either he wasn’t sure what she wanted, or perhaps he did not wish to do what she suggested. Drahka was glad now he hadn’t suggested they both give to Bithia.
“Let me show him using you.” Bithia stepped over to Viltori. She moved in so close she caused him to take a deep breath and hold very still. Bithia lifted her finger, tracing the tip along Viltori’s mouth, as if inspecting him carefully. He held very still, his gaze upon Bithia’s shoulder. “Surely, you know how to kiss.”
“I am an acolyte,” he whispered.
Bithia laughed. “Which means you burn with lust denied.” Pressing her lips together in a curious way, she moved her mouth very close to Viltori’s mouth. “You don’t want to kiss me?”
Whatever this kiss was, the idea of it excited Viltori, because his cock grew hard under his robe. Drahka could see the dark outline pressing against the white fabric.
“I think such would be offensive to your bondmate.” Viltori darted a quick glance to Drahka, then translated his words into Oughunian.
Not fully understanding what she wished to do, Drahka couldn’t very well say no, so he nodded to her, lifting his hand to convey they should show him what they discussed.
“Are you sure?” Viltori asked in Oughunian.
“Is it shameful?” Drahka couldn’t understand his teacher’s reluctance. It was his job to show Drahka the right way of things.
“Kissing is intimate.”
Before Drahka could ask the meaning of that word, Bithia pressed her finger to Viltori’s lips, cutting off his speech. “Are you asking him for permission when I am the empress?”
“I am trying to teach him,” Viltori said.
Bithia ran her gaze from one to the other. When she leaned forward, bringing her face close to Viltori’s, Drahka realized she wished to press her lips against his. Viltori turned his face away at the last moment, forcing Bithia to press her lips to his cheek.
Chapter Six
Terrified that what Bithia wanted would eventually lead to his dismissal, or worse, his demise, Viltori turned away from Bithia right before she could kiss him. Her lips landed on his right cheek. Growling in annoyance, she withdrew.
“You dare defy me?” Anger stiffened her spine and she clutched his face with her hand, forcing him to look at her. Rage filled her eyes, but he would rather suffer her wrath here than be exiled to one of the outer regions. Trapped between his lust, for he wanted to do so much more than just kiss her, and his fear that doing as she wished would hurt him, Viltori stood still, gazing into her eyes. He was shocked to realize one was translucent blue and the other opaque green.
“I do not wish to be exiled, my lady.” Casting his gaze to the floor, Viltori added, “I know what happened to the teachers sent to instruct you in the ancient tongue.” He’d been thinking of their fates just this morning in the tishiary .
“What do you mean?” Bithia stepped away from him, her surprise dispersing some of her anger.
Speaking only in Diolan, for Viltori did not wish to alarm Drahka, he explained that all of the acolytes she had seduced had been sent away. Or so he’d been told. The magistrate could have had them killed, for all Viltori knew.
“All I know, my lady, is that I would like nothing better than to teach you and your
Viltori needn’t have translated. Drahka could see regret in her eyes. He nodded his forgiveness. When she leaned her face up to his, as if to press her face against his, he stepped back, frowning down at her, then casting a curious glance to Viltori.
Viltori hissed out a breath that told Drahka without words he’d just made another mistake.
In his language, Viltori said, “She’s trying to kiss you.” However, the word kiss was not one Drahka was familiar with and he said so.
“Of course, he’s never been kissed because he hadn’t been fucked until last night.” Bithia laughed. “You will help me teach him.”
Viltori slowly nodded, as if either he wasn’t sure what she wanted, or perhaps he did not wish to do what she suggested. Drahka was glad now he hadn’t suggested they both give to Bithia.
“Let me show him using you.” Bithia stepped over to Viltori. She moved in so close she caused him to take a deep breath and hold very still. Bithia lifted her finger, tracing the tip along Viltori’s mouth, as if inspecting him carefully. He held very still, his gaze upon Bithia’s shoulder. “Surely, you know how to kiss.”
“I am an acolyte,” he whispered.
Bithia laughed. “Which means you burn with lust denied.” Pressing her lips together in a curious way, she moved her mouth very close to Viltori’s mouth. “You don’t want to kiss me?”
Whatever this kiss was, the idea of it excited Viltori, because his cock grew hard under his robe. Drahka could see the dark outline pressing against the white fabric.
“I think such would be offensive to your bondmate.” Viltori darted a quick glance to Drahka, then translated his words into Oughunian.
Not fully understanding what she wished to do, Drahka couldn’t very well say no, so he nodded to her, lifting his hand to convey they should show him what they discussed.
“Are you sure?” Viltori asked in Oughunian.
“Is it shameful?” Drahka couldn’t understand his teacher’s reluctance. It was his job to show Drahka the right way of things.
“Kissing is intimate.”
Before Drahka could ask the meaning of that word, Bithia pressed her finger to Viltori’s lips, cutting off his speech. “Are you asking him for permission when I am the empress?”
“I am trying to teach him,” Viltori said.
Bithia ran her gaze from one to the other. When she leaned forward, bringing her face close to Viltori’s, Drahka realized she wished to press her lips against his. Viltori turned his face away at the last moment, forcing Bithia to press her lips to his cheek.
Chapter Six
Terrified that what Bithia wanted would eventually lead to his dismissal, or worse, his demise, Viltori turned away from Bithia right before she could kiss him. Her lips landed on his right cheek. Growling in annoyance, she withdrew.
“You dare defy me?” Anger stiffened her spine and she clutched his face with her hand, forcing him to look at her. Rage filled her eyes, but he would rather suffer her wrath here than be exiled to one of the outer regions. Trapped between his lust, for he wanted to do so much more than just kiss her, and his fear that doing as she wished would hurt him, Viltori stood still, gazing into her eyes. He was shocked to realize one was translucent blue and the other opaque green.
“I do not wish to be exiled, my lady.” Casting his gaze to the floor, Viltori added, “I know what happened to the teachers sent to instruct you in the ancient tongue.” He’d been thinking of their fates just this morning in the tishiary .
“What do you mean?” Bithia stepped away from him, her surprise dispersing some of her anger.
Speaking only in Diolan, for Viltori did not wish to alarm Drahka, he explained that all of the acolytes she had seduced had been sent away. Or so he’d been told. The magistrate could have had them killed, for all Viltori knew.
“All I know, my lady, is that I would like nothing better than to teach you and your
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