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breathing of Antonio and the sex slave he’d chosen. The two seemed well matched, as matched as she was with Romulus. He stood behind her now, his rigid cock nudging the jewel-encrusted plug in her ass.
    “It’s our bedtime, too,” he murmured, his voice low and suggestive.
    “Oh yes, Master.”
    “You don’t mind if I can’t always give you the beautiful things you wanted so much? If I’m not always known as the man of gold?” Back in their bedchamber, Romulus divested her of the fabulous jewels he’d put on her earlier, leaving her naked but for the rings that dangled from her nipples, and the brand-new dangle for her clit ring that he’d had placed there before they went to plead his case to Prince Arik.
    “It went well today, didn’t it, Master?”
    “So far only three eunuch slaves have asked for their freedom. Most of them seem enthusiastic about the prospect of better housing, less work and more time to pursue their own interests. We shall see, though, as time passes.”
    “I doubt you need to fear the poorhouse. From all I’ve heard, your emporiums are the finest in the Street of Pleasure. And sex sells. With or without the eunuchs, business should continue to thrive.”
    Romulus smiled. “I hope you are right, my love, for I want to give you everything you’ve ever dreamed about. I want to fulfill your every fantasy.”
    His skin glowed golden in the twilight, alien but so beautiful she wanted nothing at the moment but to touch it, feel its warm smoothness against her own heated body. “You can give of yourself, Master mine. That’s what I want most. I wish you would do it now.”
    She loved the way his eyes glowed when he became aroused. His rigid cock beckoned her eyes, her hands, her mouth. “Go ahead,” he said, his voice hoarse with need, “take me as you will.”
    “Oh, yes. I will take you…consume you.” Dropping to her knees, Garnet stroked his long, narrow feet, his muscular calves and thighs. Everywhere she touched him, she felt his heat, his barely leashed lust. When she cupped his sac, he let out an anguished groan. “Hush. Let me mate with you as you mated with me.”
    She had none of the fragrant incense that had perfumed the altar where she’d lain, a passive gift to her Master, her king of the Street of Pleasure. She didn’t need it, not now, as she made slow, sweet love to Romulus, her beloved mate.
    The perfume came from him and her, and from the fragrant garden outside their open window. Gods in the heavens, but he made her hot, hotter than she’d ever dreamed she could be. She licked and stroked his magnificent cock, sampling the drop of lubrication that glistened around the ring at its tip. Salty—slightly bitter—yet a part of him she yearned to take and nourish within her body not just now but forever.
    She cupped his tight ass cheeks then traced around his anus with a finger. “Did Antonio ever take you this way?”
    “No. Never. You can use a strap-on, though, if it would give you pleasure…”
    Would it? Garnet ringed his anus with one finger, remembering the pain and the pleasure when Romulus had claimed her tight rear passage for the first time. “What I want to know is whether it would give you pleasure.”
    He clutched her shoulders, brought her up until their hot bodies meshed, male to female, lover to lover. “I fear you’ve taken yourself a sexual dominant as mate. I want to give pleasure to my partner by taking, not by being taken. Will you go willingly or must I restrain you on the platform to show you how I want to love you?”
    Garnet’s cunt clenched, for she’d found her own pleasure came by pleasuring her mate. “I go willingly, Master. Not only now but always.”
    Romulus bent, using his tongue to caress her scalp, to find and stimulate the erogenous places on her throat, her skull. “You know, it’s incredibly arousing when you touch me this way.”
    “For me, too.” He lifted her as though she weighed no more than a feather in