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On the distant planet Heriad, Her Excellency Queen Eria, Ruler of the Lands and Seas, Commander of Suns and Moons, Supreme Being of the Fourth Nebula, needs an heir. A daughter conceived in the royal manner -- with the donation of sperm from two mates. Suitors from around the galaxy have assembled in pairs for her consideration. None appeal to her until she spies Tad and Brath in the rear of the council chamber. Tad's the intellectual while Brath is a magnificent beast of a man. Little does she realize that both of them have tricks to keep her guessing.
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Eria’s
Ménage This e-book file contains sexually explicit scenes and adult language which some may find offensive and which is not appropriate for a young audience. Changeling Press E-Books are for sale to adults, only, as defined by the laws of the country in which you made your purchase. Please store your files wisely, where they cannot be accessed by under-aged readers. “I swear, you’d marry me to a pair of fish if it would win you anything.” Eria glanced around the council room at the collection of potential mates. None had gills, at least none that were visible. None held any appeal either. “Is this the best you could do?” Her Lord Chancellor leaned toward her, putting his face close enough to her ear for the cloying perfume he wore to invade her nostrils. “You’ll find someone here, Excellency,” Kapt said. “There are so many to choose from.” “No doubt you’ll sample some of these before they leave.” He placed his hand on his chest and bowed, smiling. Eria couldn’t suppress a sigh. At least Kapt would enjoy himself with this latest lot. Several of the pairs of males were his type -- big boned and well padded. Her Lord Chancellor liked flesh, and plenty of it. He’d even made a few advances toward her. Discreet ones, of course, as he could never serve as her mate. She needed a pair of outworlders for that. Hence, this assembly of suitors. She looked out over the crowd of hopeful male faces and sighed. Why could she take no pleasure in the prospect of mating? She hadn’t had a man since she’d accepted the crown after her mother’s death. After she conceived, she never would again. She ought to enjoy her last encounter with a hard cock -- two of them, in fact -- before she spent the rest of her days alone. A difficult life to face, but she’d do her duty. Oh, hell, she might as well select the best of this lot and give them a good fucking. If only one of the many pairs of males here tempted her. She straightened in her throne. “All right. Have them present themselves.” Kapt crooked a finger, and the first pair approached. Short and slight of build, they’d probably disappear in her bed, but at least they wouldn’t take up much room. Silken robes rustled around their legs as they walked, almost gliding to the foot of the dais that held her throne. Once there, they knelt and bowed until their foreheads touched the bottom stair. A murmur went up in the room as the door at the rear whooshed open. A single figure entered. Another man. Alone. He wore armor of a primitive sort. Above mid-calf boots, leather leggings stretched over broad expanses of muscle. Above that, a metal breastplate and matching codpiece. An impressively shaped piece of forge work, that last. Her breath caught as she forced her gaze upward past finely corded arms to a rugged face framed by long black hair. Eyes the color of the deepest ice blue stared back at her. Damn, why couldn’t she mate with a man like him instead of the others who now stared at him in disapproval? Because there was only one of him, and she required two. Damn, damn, and damn. “…Your Excellency.” She turned her attention back to the men standing at the foot of the dais. One of them had been saying something, but it hardly mattered what. “Your emissary said we were to come in pairs,” the man said. “I wouldn’t have brought my brother if I thought I could offer for you alone.” His brother glared at him. “If you have me, you don’t need him.” “Now, gentlemen,” Kapt said, holding out his hands to placate them. “We need you both or not at all.” Right now, she’d vote for not at all. She only needed that man in the back for an hour or two in her bedchamber. Or all night. Maybe several nights. Instead, she had to entertain a room full of eager suitors, all of whom looked identical right now. And horribly uninteresting. If only that glorious specimen had brought a twin. Impossible. The entire universe couldn’t hold two of him. The door whooshed open again, and the most remarkable thing happened. Another man entered. Entirely different from the first one yet exactly the same. This one had the same physical characteristics -- the same broad chest and muscular limbs. He stood equally tall and broad-shouldered. He had the same strong chin and high cheekbones. His gaze even burned in the same fierce blue. But while the other had looked like a throwback to an earlier, more warlike time, this one resembled a scholar. Rather than boots, he wore sandals with leather straps that ascended his legs to below the knees. Instead of a breastplate, fine fabric fell from his shoulders to where a sash circled his waist and then over lean hips to mid-thigh. Although the first man wore metal bracelets on his upper arms, this one’s skin was naked and sleek. He’d even tamed his hair into a long braid. Neither twin moved from where they stood in the rear. They didn’t acknowledge each other’s existence in any way. Each stared at her, sending the same message with the intensity of his blue gaze. I want you, they said without speaking. Yes, these two would do nicely. She rose and walked down the steps to the floor of the council room, almost knocking over her first pair of suitors. She smiled as she strolled along the carpet toward where the latest arrivals still stood like statues. As she made her way through the crowd, her other suitors had the good sense to part rather than interfering with her. They made their displeasure known, though, with shuffling of feet and mumbled words. She caught a few as she passed. “…not done this way…” “That one’s a brute.” “What would she see in them?” What, indeed? The closer she got, the more impressive they seemed. Both stood still, watching her approach. The scholar held his hands behind his back, while the warrior clenched his fists by his sides. Finally, she left the throng behind and faced the two newcomers directly. “This way.” |
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