Amorous Overnight by Robin L. Rotham Read Free Book Online

sir, although she assured me it wasn’t necessary.”
    “I won’t afford you any such care,” Cecine assured him flatly. “You’re a warrior of worth and I’ll treat you as such, to the extent that I’m able under the circumstances. In fact, I won’t give you any more quarter in the mating bed than I would in the sparring arena. I fuck with my entire body and do not enjoy holding back, especially when I’m frustrated with other matters.”
    Flaming embarrassment and molten arousal threatened to burst Hastion wide open right there at the table. He hadn’t felt so naïve, so hideously exposed and vulnerable, since the night his father discovered him with Joga. What had he said or done to make Minister Cecine believe him amenable to such an arrangement?
    Peserin, had word of his reaction to Zannen spread farther than he’d realized?
    “I can see that I’ve caught you unawares.”
    “That’s…” Possibly the greatest understatement of all time. He swallowed with difficulty. “Yes, sir. Quite.”
    “I intend no insult, Ensign. I’m well aware that sexual interaction between males is unnatural, but the situation in which our race finds itself—”
    “Is even more unnatural,” Hastion dared to interrupt. “I understand that, sir, and I have no objection to males seeking release among themselves. I simply…” He shook his head in a vain attempt to clear it. “What if Shelley never accepts mates?”
    The minister observed him for a long moment before saying, “I’ll stipulate now that your obligation to accommodate me in the mating bed will end within a year. If Ms. Bonham hasn’t accepted her place by that time, I’ll seek a third to serve me in that capacity.”
    Though something in him tightened in dismay at the idea, Hastion nodded. “Yes, sir.”
    “You need not respond immediately. In fact, you would be wise to take a few days before making your final decision.”
    Hastion tried not to sag with relief. “Yes, sir. Thank you.”
    “However, before you waste a great deal of your time and mine contemplating the matter, I believe you should experience the reality of bottoming for me. The point would be moot if you found the task intolerable.”
    Every time the minister opened his mouth, Hastion felt as though he’d been struck by a bolt of lightning and had to scramble to organize his thoughts.
    Licking his desert-dry lips, he croaked, “When?”
    “You’re here.” Cecine raised an auburn brow. “Unless you have other plans for the evening…?”
    Oh Peserin, now? The minister wanted to fuck him now ?
    His heart slamming madly against his breastbone, he asked, “Sir, may I have a few moments alone to—” calm the fuck down? “—reflect?”
    The minister tensed visibly, and for a moment, Hastion feared he would deny the request. But then he pushed back his chair and stood.
    Hastion almost wished he hadn’t. The long shaft of Cecine’s cock, easily discerned under the thin white mabi pants, grew even longer, pushing out away from his lean thighs, and for the first time in years, Hastion wished desperately for Lonia. He wanted nothing more than to bury his face against her breast the way he had as a youngling, to let her hold him until the storm of uncertainty had passed and he found courage enough to surrender to the unknown.
    “Very well, Ensign. My stewards have been instructed not to intrude on you. I’ll be in my quarters. If you don’t appear—”
    “I will,” Hastion said almost sharply. “Sir.”
    Rather than chastising him for his tone, the minister inclined his head then turned and walked through the door connecting his dining room to his living quarters.
    Once the door closed, Hastion shoved his plate aside and propped his elbows on the table, resting his head in his shaking hands as he sucked in deep breaths.
    Peserin, why was he reacting to the minister like a virginal female? Bottoming for another male was what he’d dreamed of ever since he discovered gay