The Invisible Hands - Part 1: Gambit by Andrew Ashling Page B

the queen mumbled. “For months we hear almost nothing and now—”

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“Never mind all that,” the baroness interrupted her. “What does it
    say?”
    “Oh, this? It’s an invitation.”
    “See, dear, I told you. He just needed some time to put things in order. I bet he—”
    “It’s not from Anaxantis, dear. It’s from Tenax.”
    “Your husband? Why?”
    “He doesn’t say. He just writes he wants us to meet face to face. On neutral ground.”
    “It’s a trap.”
    “I don’t think so,” Emelasuntha said, reading a passage of the document over again. “If I agree, he will go to Mount Taranaq and wait there. He leaves the choice of the actual meeting place to me.”
    “Ha. I see. We can take precautions then.”
    “We can, and we most certainly will.”
    “So, you’re agreeing to see him?”
    “I can hardly refuse, can I? He says it concerns Anaxantis.”
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Lorcko was leaning out of a window of Timishi’s royal barrack.
    Apparently bare-chested from the outside, he was actually naked. He smiled as he felt Timishi crawl between his legs and his lover’s warm tongue lick at his ballsack.
    “Don’t, àjemisha, people will get funny thoughts,” he snickered.
    “What people? The workmen? They can’t see a thing,” he heard the Mukthar mumble from between his legs.
    Lorcko looked up at the massive square tower that was rising on the highest point of the mountain.
    “It’s big,” he said, to nobody in particular.
    “It will get bigger still,” he heard, just before a warm mouth captured his member.
    “I meant the tower, outside, oh King of the Perverts,” he said with some difficulty as the first waves of pleasure took hold of him.
    He closed the curtain with one hand. Timishi looked up.
    “So did I,” the Mukthar said grin-shrugging while standing up.
    Pressing his own naked body against Lorcko’s, he drove his lover to the wooden table, a wolfish smirk on his lips. After having pushed him down backwards on it, but with his feet still on the ground, he put his lover’s member, fully erect and eminently accessible, into his mouth again. Lorcko felt the tip of a finger glide between his crack and, moments later, being inserted into his entrance. He gasped, spread his arms wide open to seek the edge of the tabletop to hold on to and began writhing uncontrollably. He clenched his butt cheeks together, but couldn’t prevent Timishi from pushing his finger still deeper. The Mukthar came almost prematurely himself, just by glancing upwards and seeing what effect he was having on his lover. He smiled, noticing how even completely overwhelmed by pleasure, his àjemisha took care 9
that his thick hair covered the scarred side of his face. He felt Lorcko’s hips make jolting movements and moments later drank his bitter— sweet, pungent semen. Grinning he came upright and leaned over his sweating lover, kissing him on the bronze chest, while Lorcko moved a few inches backwards and lifted his feet from the ground, putting his heels on the edge of the tabletop. Soon he felt the finger being with— drawn, only to be replaced by Timishi’s shaft. Then the Mukthar lifted him from the table and he clamped his long legs around his lover’s hips.
    “Careful, àjemisha,” he panted “don’t overdo it. Your face is getting all red.”
    It didn’t take much, almost nothing, just the excitement of carrying Lorcko in his strong arms, with his member buried deep inside him.
    That and the loving, dark eyes were enough. Lips somewhat parted, breathing heavily, Timishi came, involuntarily strengthening his embrace.
    Lorcko grimaced and leaned back in his arms, then, feeling the Mukthar had spent himself, caressed a few strands of sweaty hair out of his face and kissed him on the lips. Timishi gently withdrew and let him glide against his damp body into an upright position.
    They went over to a basin, sitting on a cupboard, and started washing each other, giggling like little boys when they reached each