Claiming Crystal by Kayleen Knight Read Free Book Online

looked rather beautiful in the way that a woman's body looked rather beautiful. His cock was not exposed, for he had donned a beautiful robe that looked more like a dress, and he wore it with practiced elegance, slipping a view of his strong thighs and muscles, insinuating his health and vigor with the sophistication of a woman who was well trained in the arts of seduction.
    Again and again his appearance returned to a bewitching femininity.
    Crystal had always believed seduction to be for the female orientation alone, since men need not seduce, only present themselves and demand that someone preferable fall to her knees to pleasure him between the legs. She had rather low impressions of most men, but that was not to say Crystal favored her own fender, having equally low impressions of most women, and all of that was simply to restate that she had grown up with difficult people in difficult straits.
    This suitor wore seduction with his garb, and seemed to understand it with the instinct of an old whore – at a riper age than proper. If not for the royal angles of his face she would place him for one of the male whores who paraded around the lands of this kingdom strutting cocks and mouths to the gentlemen who favored that, or oppositely, the wealthier women who had the means and the money to pay for things they did not dare bring to their official husbands.
    The man surprised her with a bizarre display that tempered its exoticisms with eroticisms. His hands were on her immediately, not threateningly but soothingly, and he began to massage her towards her bed, plying her muscles and body to succumb underneath his fingertips and slowly but surely lowering her down into the nest of sheets. Within moments he had laid her down with hands that were so suggestive they were practically hypnotic.
    Crystal still found herself wondering if the vulgarity on display was something that should have frightened her, or at the very least turned her off to the prospects of this seducer and his strange feminine ways, but in the moment it was exotic, not frightful. The awakening of her second puberty had transformed even the excitement of danger into something pleasurable and titillating, and she felt herself warm with the itch of a need that was deeper than any cock could plunge. She found herself excited by the display for the fact of this suitor's foreign nature – as if this man came from the same distant land as the rogue, where men did not behave as men she knew behaved, and all was wonder and newness again.
    ‘Very well,’ she said into the sheets. ‘Perform for me,’ and the selfish hungers that had characterized her awakening returned to seat themselves in her flesh.
    The first thing the suitor did was introduce a line of ten other men and women Crystal did not recognize. The second thing he did was speak, and his voice was melodious; no less feminine than his behaviors.
    ‘They have come from my stables,’ he declared proudly, ‘but they are not my slaves. I do not keep slaves. It is not my custom.’
    Crystal turned her head to scrutinize the hosts. They were dressed better than servants, better even than house servants, and they had the pride of people who were not owned (or at least of people who did not know the faces of their political owners, wherever they might be in the local kingdom .)
    ‘ They have come here to service me because I asked them to,’ the seducer said plainly, and then he clapped his hands and one by one began to move down the line of twenty people, working each one like a cow, stroking them into arousal and then pleasuring them into climax, which he pooled inside of golden chalices that were filled rather quickly.
    Crystal blinked.
    What was happening? she thought to herself. Surely her father would not have arranged her the presentation of a suitor with this kind of lechery on his mind.
    Once the cups were filled, the suitor placed the chalices upon a corner table, promising a later use, and then he