a Pleasure Rites, #1 Ines Johnson (rainbow fish read aloud .txt) 📖

back into Khial. Slowly, Khial began to move. Chanyn met him thrust for thrust. His hands rested lightly against her hips. They tightened with each thrust.

Jian reached up and took one of Khial's hands. The monk pulled Khial's hand around and rested it on the bud between Chanyn's thighs. She moaned deeper, back caving in.

"Circles. Slow, but firm," Jian instructed.

Khial did as he was told. Chanyn used her hands to push away from Jian's chest. Jian let her go. Ecstasy written on his face as he watched.

Chanyn's arms curled around Khial's neck. Her face against his cheek. "Khi," she whispered.

Khial pulled her back flush against his chest. Though he wanted to go faster, harder, he kept his thrusts steady, the circles slow and firm. And soon she was quaking. Her body jerked and convulsed around his.

"Khial," she shouted.

Khial saw stars as that warm wet heat he craved caved in on him. His balls seized, but couldn't release. He couldn't hold on to reality. Chanyn fell out of his arms, and into Jian's waiting embrace. Jian held her with one arm and reached the other out to Khial. He cupped Khial's face, his fingers extending to the back of his neck. Khial closed his eyes and welcomed the strong, steady embrace.

They stayed like that for Goddess knew how long. And then Khial felt warm fingers on his dick. He looked down to see Jian's fingers releasing the ring.

His eyes bored into Khial's. There were so many emotions there: desire, trust, awe, peace.

The convulsions of Chanyn's orgasm nearly shoved him out of her, but the tip of Khial's dick remained stubbornly inside her. Khial watched as Jian gathered the woman he loved into his arms and set his mouth to hers. Chanyn still trembled, but she relaxed into Jian's kisses. Khial watched them until he was distracted by the throbbing of his dick. He looked down at it. Chanyn writhed against it under Jian's ministrations. Khial caught Jian's eyes. Never breaking from Chanyn's lips, the monk nodded once at Khial.

Khial pushed himself back inside. Chanyn's entire being shook. Jian held her firm. Khial closed his eyes and tried to go slow.

"She can take it harder now," Jian said.

Khial opened his eyes to make sure it hadn't been his own desire speaking. It hadn't. Jian nodded at him in confirmation. Khial thrust upward a little harder. Chanyn gasped, but it was a gasp he'd come to know. The gasp that said she was pleased and near her own release. And so he did it again. Chanyn's body, which had just been wracked by a second climax only moments ago, tensed around him. He thrust again, and then again.

Jian continued kissing and petting her, whispering words of love. Words that Khial closed his eyes and allowed to penetrate his mind, his aching heart. Khial reached between them and put one hand on her breasts, the other on her hip and thrust even deeper. One of Chanyn's arms wrapped once more around his neck. A hand grasped his ass.

He knew that hand wasn't Chanyn's. It urged him on faster, harder. Trust me, that hand said. You won't hurt her, it assured him.

Khial trusted the hand and thrust harder and faster. He heard the sound of Jian's lips against her mouth as she gasped, moaned, and cried. He heard the sound of his body slapping against Chanyn's ass. The heat poured through every crevice of his body, loosening the spots that had gone cold and dark since Dain's passing. Khial opened.

"Mercy," Chanyn cried out and convulsed around him.

His balls could take no more and they burst forth, emptying into her. He thrust and thrust until everything in him released into her. He thrust one more time to make sure he'd left nothing behind. He was done. Undone. Remade.

As if choreographed, Khial collapsed to one side of Chanyn, Jian to the other. They lay there in a cocoon of peace. Warmth flooded his body, his being. Peace in his mind.

Like touching the Goddess.

He swore he felt Dain at his back whispering for him to fall asleep. That he had him, always.

Chanyn lay in the spoon of Jian's arms. Jian's head rested against Khial's forearm just above Chanyn's. Chanyn's head rested over Khial's heart.

Khial kept his eyes open and on the scene for as long as he could. He felt the instinct to protect those in his care. But for the first time in days, he felt safe and warm. He scooted closer to Chanyn. Somehow, his free hand found Jian's hip. Enclosed in the circle, Khial allowed himself to be lulled to sleep.

30

Jian leaned forward, closer to the two sleeping individuals beside him. His heart sighed at the sight of Chanyn's tranquil face. Over her shoulder, Lord Khial's body sank deeply into the mattress. Last night, the young man stressed over every touch with Chanyn, afraid he'd hurt her. Now his hand twined with hers, curled over her belly.

All day, Jian watched the man hide his growing feelings for Chanyn behind his sense of duty, insisting his every move was for her benefit and not the growing feelings he had for her. Lord Khial was intensely loyal and determined. Jian could not have asked for a better man to be paired with the woman he loved.

Jian slid his fingertips down Chanyn's cheek. She would be okay without him. And that time was approaching. Jian rose from the bed. His motions caused Chanyn to sigh and roll forward, but she continued to slumber peacefully.

Lord Khial opened his eyes. "Are you leaving?"

Jian paused, his gaze raking over Lord Khial's bare chest. "I wouldn't leave her without saying goodbye. I'm just going for a walk."

Lord Khial sat up slowly, also trying to avoid waking Chanyn. "Would you join me for first meal?"

Jian nodded.

The two men dressed quietly. Once or twice Jian caught the lord sneaking a look at his chest as he buttoned up the cloth shirt. Jian's eyes dipped once or twice, as Lord Khial fumbled at