Crimson Clockwork Pt. 01/03 - Sex Stories

Crimson Clockwork Pt. 01/03

... hair was just barely visible around the thick straps of his mask.

His comrade was a veritable brute: I wagered he'd had to stoop to get through the door of the manor. The tight fit of his outfit left little of his brawny frame to the imagination. His mask covered only the upper half of his face, exposing long, silvery-blonde locks. A few pieces of teeth and bone had been interwoven into those braids.

I blinked with surprise.

What was a mainlander doing at my Rite? While there were a few exiles and refugees from Sorthayl in service as mercenaries in the city, I was unaware of any prominent enough to secure an invitation from the priests to such an event.

My irritation entwined with my curiosity. With my hands on my hips, I cleared my throat.

Neither man glanced my way.

After another attempt failed to draw their interest, I scowled and reached down, snatching up one of the pieces.

Both men glanced up at me: the shorter man with apparent amusement in his gray eyes, and the mainlander brute with cold fire in his blue gaze.

"Those outfits and masks were surely quite expensive," I said, twirling the game piece between my delicate fingers. "Did you really pay all that coin to get all dressed up just to play a silly game?"

"There's nothing silly about it," the shorter man said, tapping the board. "This is calledlorkaa. A game the emperors of old used to hone their wits and strategic skills."

"This is not a night for wits and strategic skills," I ...

... said.

"Oh, I think it is."

"Is this your strategy, then? Play coy, pretend to be aloof and above it all, hoping to garner my interest?"

If so, it had certainly worked.

"The patient hunter waits and does not exhaust his strength," said the bigger man. He waved his hand at the other supplicants. "Let them have their fun. We will reserve our energy for...what really matters."

The sound of his low, gruff voice made my thighs ache. Oh, how I wondered what he would sound like if he was trembling and weak...

"Show me how to play, then," I said, sliding into the mainlander's lap, squirming my rear against him.

The shorter man chuckled, and I beamed at the feel of the big man's hardening cock pressing against the fine leather of his trousers.

"You are at an orgy to honor the old ways. A ritual to embolden you for the path to come," said the shorter man. "And you want to playlorkaa."

"It ismy evening. My celebration. My choice."

To further tease and taunt him, I withdrew a red feather and brushed it across his chin before yanking it away.

Even as the cries and moans continued to rage around us, the shorter man collected the pieces and summarized the basic rules. Each piece had a different rune inscribed upon it, indicating different rules and abilities for the game.

"Simply explaining the rules could go on all night," he said, grinning.

"Oh, take all the time you need. I am quite comfortable here," I said. Leaning my head over my shoulder, I gave the ...