Under Imperial Discipline: Courier to the Tsar - Prologue: Part 1

MIKAEL: The Silan Wilds, 375, Stronghold of Warlord Mikaelus

Leather cuffs held her wrists high above her head. Her legs spread wide, knees tight around His waist, a silk gag filling her mouth. Her moans spurred Him on.

He moved slowly, each thrust going deeper. His mouth closed over her breast. He bit down enough to draw a gasp, then teased her nipple until her body arched against the restraints.

Another consort knelt between His legs, her wrists bound behind her back. Her eyes kept returning to His as her tongue dragged along His skin in wet strokes, then dipped lower to the base of His cock.

A groan tore from Him. His fingers closed in her hair as He drove harder.

He drove into the suspended woman and His body tensed. A curse escaped His lips as He emptied inside her.

She clenched around Him with a sharp cry muffled by silk, her legs clamping tighter around His waist. Below, the bound woman choked back a gasp; her mouth faltered, then locked around Him again as the cuffed woman’s climax surged through Them. Their bond amplified her orgasm, drove Him and the bound woman into climaxes of their own, then hurled that force back into her.

He held her close, breathing hard. Tremors still ran through her, and through Him too. He did not let her go. He drew her closer instead, arms tightening to hold her steady while the last shudders passed.

Below, the other woman clung to Him instinctively. He lifted her gently and gathered her in as well, one arm bracing both of them close together.

Their bodies still shook. His grip loosened only when their breathing slowed. Exhausted, He released them gently.

“Worlds. I’ll need to lie down after that.”

His hands stayed on Cora’s shoulders, thumbs moving in slow circles until the tension eased. When her breathing steadied, He undid the knots.

“Oh, Master,” she pouted. “Can we keep playing once we've caught our breath?”

He grinned as He untied Jara from her bonds, rubbing warmth back into her skin. She relaxed under His hands.

“Very well.” He took the goblet Cora offered Him. He drank, then added, “but first, come here and lie with Me.”

He lay down on the bed, and they fitted themselves against Him. Soon two pairs of hands stroked Him and teased His cock.

“That is enough now,” He said, half chuckling as He embraced them. “What do I have to do to get a moment’s peace? Perhaps I should tie and gag the two of you together.”

Cora’s eyes lit up. “Yes, please.”

He laughed quietly. “Then stay quiet, and I’ll do that once I’ve rested.”

He buried His face in Cora’s curly hair as they obeyed, stifling giggles while their hands settled on His chest.

He sagged back, His eyelids heavy with sleep.

A body settled over Him. Thighs pressed to His hips as she ground against Him, slick warmth brushing His cockhead. His shaft hardened again before He quite realised it. Her cunt clamped tight around Him as she took Him deep in one unbroken slide.

His eyes stayed closed, but His instincts snapped fully alert.

“Oh, come on.” He never turned down a fuck, but He had told them He needed to rest.

“Greedy little sluts,” He growled. “You are both going to regret this.”

He lifted His hands to clamp onto her hips and take back control, but a strong foreign will slammed into His mind, dulling His thought and scattering His intent. His limbs dragged in slow motion as the impulse to fight dissolved. A warning stirred at the back of His mind. Memories of old dangers flashed past. He moved with her, but He could tell this was not one of His consorts.

She rode Him harder, picking up speed. He moved eagerly with her, thick inside her. His hips moved with hers, matching her rhythm in instinctive thrusts. His body was betraying Him.

He tried again, but it felt as though His body were acting on its own.

“What in the worlds is this?”

This was strong magic. A warrior whose limbs would not obey was prey, yet He was confident His luck would hold as it always did. In this world He did not know anyone with this kind of power. Perhaps He had finally found a challenge.

He could only lie there and feel her ride Him, His body moving with hers. He was enjoying how she rode Him. He could not help it. She was good at it. Then He thought of His consorts. He hoped they were all right. If something had happened to them, there would be hell to pay. His mind pushed back. If this was magic, He had to face it.

He strained and forced His eyes open. The darkness tore away. Light flooded in.

She sat astride Him. Not one of His consorts. Not some antagonist’s magic. The way Their bodies fitted together, how His hips answered hers, should have told Him the truth before His eyes did.

He felt relief. Of course it was her. He was safe. Then came annoyance. He had died.

Once in each life, He felt the whole weight of it. It always took a moment to settle.

This life was over.

He was relieved to be back in her arms, though He felt guilty about it. He was home.

Asteria.