Chapter 16
“Forgive, most gracious and merciful Majesty. Forgive our most beautiful princess, overcome by a daughter’s devotion, and your most unworthy servant for not shielding you from her pleading. I only wish to serve. I—”
There was only one way to silence Bagoas’ entreaties about Stateira’s entreaties: I kissed him long and hard on the mouth, my tongue meeting his. For someone who maintained the distinction between master and servant so unctuously, Bagoas had no trouble embracing me, pressing me to the high curves of his well-developed chest. After a time, he released this embrace and kneeling before me, parted my robe. He took my shaft—long, thick and shaped like an arrow—in his hands and gently kneaded it, drawing back the hood.
It was the most delicious sensation in the world, s
