for skylark
Sep. 30th, 2007 11:02 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
maderrSorry it took so long ^^;; I hope you are feeling much better.
Kiah startled as he heard a sound.
Beynum had set him today to learning all the secret halls of the palace; since it was part of their duties to protect Shah and part of protecting him was knowing how to get him quickly to safety. That typically meant guiding him through the secret tunnels that ran througout the palace, and Beynum said the best wya to learn them was to explore them on his own.
Personally he wondered how much mischief Beyhum had been up to when he'd learned the tunnels.
It sounded, though, like he was far from alone in the tunnels. Who else might be using it? He turned the corner and stopped.
"Kiah," Shah greeted warmly. "I thought I heard unfamilar footsteps nearby. I will know your tread now."
"Majesty," Kiah greeted, cheeks heating as Shah moved close enough to touch. One hand went to his hair, which he kept loose and long unless Nanda decided to do something more intricate with it for court or banquets. The other smoothed down his arm, across his stomach, and it still left him so dizzy that this fine and handsome King who could have anyone and already possessed four incredible men, had given him the last place in his harem.
He immediately opened to the mouth that covered his, utterly enthralled with Shah's kisses. The most he'd ever had before was a few brief sessions that amounted to little more than play with some of his friends. It was something else altogether to be the focus of years of experience and skill, to be the focus of the passion of his King. He shivered and clung tightly, fingers tangling in the sleeve's of Shah's robe, surrendering wholly to the hands that explored him, the mouth that consumed him. The law said that as royal concubine he was the property of the King; no other may touch him, all he said and did was reported back to Shah, and unless Shah cast him out he was nothing but the King's property until the King died.
Kiah had realized rather quickly he was more than content with that.
The dark tunnels were cool, not least of all because he was bare-chested. Shah by contrast was nearly hot and Kiah was more than happy to be tugged close, flush againt Shah, more shivers drawn out by knowing touches, the contrast of hot and cold.
"You are going to make me late, pretty Kiah," Shah murmured, not sounding terribly upset.
Kiah laughed against his mouth. "How can a King be late when nothing begins until you arrive? Would you not always be exactly on time?" Only a couple of months had he been in the palace, and even a month ago he would have been too shy to tease so...but he was getting a grasp on it, and he liked to make Shah laugh.
Shah laughed with him and kissed him again. "Perhaps a few minutes more, then. Are you learning the tunnels well enough, colt?"
"I'll certainly remember this part," Kiah said, grinning when Shah's laughter filled the tunnel, still smiling when the kisses resumed.
Kiah startled as he heard a sound.
Beynum had set him today to learning all the secret halls of the palace; since it was part of their duties to protect Shah and part of protecting him was knowing how to get him quickly to safety. That typically meant guiding him through the secret tunnels that ran througout the palace, and Beynum said the best wya to learn them was to explore them on his own.
Personally he wondered how much mischief Beyhum had been up to when he'd learned the tunnels.
It sounded, though, like he was far from alone in the tunnels. Who else might be using it? He turned the corner and stopped.
"Kiah," Shah greeted warmly. "I thought I heard unfamilar footsteps nearby. I will know your tread now."
"Majesty," Kiah greeted, cheeks heating as Shah moved close enough to touch. One hand went to his hair, which he kept loose and long unless Nanda decided to do something more intricate with it for court or banquets. The other smoothed down his arm, across his stomach, and it still left him so dizzy that this fine and handsome King who could have anyone and already possessed four incredible men, had given him the last place in his harem.
He immediately opened to the mouth that covered his, utterly enthralled with Shah's kisses. The most he'd ever had before was a few brief sessions that amounted to little more than play with some of his friends. It was something else altogether to be the focus of years of experience and skill, to be the focus of the passion of his King. He shivered and clung tightly, fingers tangling in the sleeve's of Shah's robe, surrendering wholly to the hands that explored him, the mouth that consumed him. The law said that as royal concubine he was the property of the King; no other may touch him, all he said and did was reported back to Shah, and unless Shah cast him out he was nothing but the King's property until the King died.
Kiah had realized rather quickly he was more than content with that.
The dark tunnels were cool, not least of all because he was bare-chested. Shah by contrast was nearly hot and Kiah was more than happy to be tugged close, flush againt Shah, more shivers drawn out by knowing touches, the contrast of hot and cold.
"You are going to make me late, pretty Kiah," Shah murmured, not sounding terribly upset.
Kiah laughed against his mouth. "How can a King be late when nothing begins until you arrive? Would you not always be exactly on time?" Only a couple of months had he been in the palace, and even a month ago he would have been too shy to tease so...but he was getting a grasp on it, and he liked to make Shah laugh.
Shah laughed with him and kissed him again. "Perhaps a few minutes more, then. Are you learning the tunnels well enough, colt?"
"I'll certainly remember this part," Kiah said, grinning when Shah's laughter filled the tunnel, still smiling when the kisses resumed.
