Delight
The Tisroc, as most men of great power are, was a very shrewd and observant man. He had taken one look at Edmund as he had come in with the rest of Narnian party and leaned in to whisper to one of his pages.
"Send the women away from the barbarian king's room and have some of Rishda's playthings sent to him. The Tisroc looked at Corin for a moment, noticing the protective eye Edmund kept on him, then added, "None of the boys, though."
So Edmund's room was empty save for one very old female servant when he finally managed to get away from the ceremonies. She gave him a cup of spiced wine that made him feel very warm, then bathed him and brushed out his fair hair. Bowing low, she left him alone again. Before too long, there was a soft knock on his door.
When he opened it, three slender young men were there in the doorway. The youngest was perhaps seventeen or eighteen and the eldest was maybe a year older than Edmund, twenty-three or so. All three of them were burnished with golden powder. At once, they bowed to him and came into the room. The middle one carried a tray of Calormene delicacies: sweet yogurt with almonds, small chunks of seared lamb, and most intriguing to Edmund, wonderfully colored squares of what looked to be Turkish Delight.
"My lord," the youngest one said in a softly accented voice. Edmund knew then that he actually spoke Narnian and did not use magic to communicate as the Tisroc did. "My name is Tashda, and he is Arleesh." He indicated the oldest of the three.
"And who is this other fellow, the one who lingers behind?"
The speaker bowed low again. "He is no one who is worthy to be introduced to one such as you, my Lord, though we are hardly worthy of the honor ourselves. He is less than a man."
Edmund might have objected to this, but he considered that he was a guest in a foreign country. His mission so far had been peaceful, even if he did not approve of Susan's suitor, and there was no reason to cause trouble so early on. Besides, if his sister did end up marrying the Prince, these things could be dealt with.
"Do you hunger, my Lord? The Tisroc, may he live forever, has sent these delicacies for your pleasure." He indicated the tray the nameless man was carrying.
"The Tisroc is a very generous man. My thanks to him."
Tashda sank to his knees on one of the many elaborate pillows that littered the room. "If my Lord wishes it, I would feed you, then. Would thou sit beside me?" Edmund sat down on the floor a little inelegantly, but the other men merely smiled. Setting down the tray, the silent man left the room, bowing and scraping.
When he had finished eating the last of the Turkish Delight, Arleesh cleared the tray away. Tashda spoke quietly into his ear. "If it pleases my lord, O delight of my eyes, I will clean you."
Edmund nodded and the Calormene straddled the king's thighs. He leaned forward and licked a small smear of sugar off Edmund's upper lip, letting his tongue linger just a moment as if testing Edmund's reaction. When he did not object, Tashda pressed his lips to Edmund's, nuzzling them open and slipping his tongue into his mouth. The Calormene's breath was sweet, slightly minty and his kisses were lazy. Edmund had heard vague stories that some Calormenes were trained in the art of love, that they could pleasure a man(or even a woman, some said) for a whole night.
The Calormene loosened the fastenings on Edmund's tunic. Arleesh helped to take it away, and then his leggings were untied. Tashda murmured something-Edmund supposed it was something along the lines of 'if it pleases my lord', but immediately after Arleesh was sweeping his clever tongue over Edmund's inner thigh and swirling it over the head of his cock.
Arleesh pressed him back, and he lay down, letting his head rest on Tashda's lap. He stroked the King's hair away from his face with cool, slender fingers. They left his face for a moment and then returned, dripping with honeyed mead.
"Open your mouth, my Lord." Edmund complied and Tashda slipped his fingers inside. The mead was sweet, edged with the bitter tang of alcohol. Edmund let the warm drink drip down his throat as Arleesh continued his ministrations, smoothly taking his entire length into his mouth. Edmund turned his face against Tashda's thigh, bunching his hands in the lush gold silk beneath his fingers. The Calormene's skin smelled of sandalwood and palm oil, a scent Edmund had smelled on many of the Calormene nobles, but never this close, mixed with sweat and the remains of the mead.
After he had climaxed, he lay there in a blissful stupor while Arleesh and Tashda conversed in Calormen in low tones. He caught a few words, but his mind wasn't it, and Tashda had gone back to stroking his hair. His fingers were soft and silky, and though Edmund did not know this, they were covered in the same gold powder the Calormenes were adorned with.
The door opened and closed again, and Arleesh kneeled beside them. He reached out a hand and touched Edmund's side gently.
"My Lord?" The voice came from above and Edmund looked up into Tashda's handsome face. The Calormene smiled at him, revealing even white teeth. "Are you tired? We could leave you..."
"No," Edmund shook his head, leaving golden trails of powder on the silk coverlet. He sat up, and the candlelight made his hair shine like a halo. "Give me a moment."
Tashda had sat back on his heels when Edmund had moved and he gazed at him from that position, at the hair that was as black as oil in the light, his tan skin aglow with the golden powder. He lowered his eyelashes and nodded his head respectfully. Arleesh was in much of the same position by their side. Edmund took the time to examine them both, for they were wonderful to look at, well-formed and slender, both obviously chosen for their beauty. They were both clean shaven, in contrast to the bearded Tarkhaans, which might have been the mark of a slave, and their chests were bereft of hair. Edmund suspected they had been shaven there as well, and wondered how far that went.
When he looked at them, they met his gaze his moment, then looked away in a obviously learned manner. Though they might have been trained to appear so, they seemed kind and good, and he was cheered that such men existed in Calormen.
While his mind was content with his company, his body was restless, and as his gaze dropped to Tashda's groin, he could see the erection there, pressing against the thin silk of his trousers. Sensing the attention, Tashda shifted and started working at the ties of the pants, finally standing so as to be able to remove them entirely. He dropped them by Arleesh who had also shed his clothing, and knelt again. Edmund looked at the now revealed cock with open curiosity and not a little lust. It was surrounded by well-kept dark hair and covered in the same fine golden powder as the rest of the man, which made the veins on it stand out. His own penis stirred at such a sight, and Tashda immediately moved forward and straddled his thighs.
With another "if it pleases my lord", he was inside Tashda, slipping smoothly in the already well-oiled passage. It was clear that the man had already been prepared, and Edmund let himself imagine Arleesh doing it, dark fingers sliding inside, stretching him for another man's pleasure. With a delicate, deliberate flexing of his muscles, Tashda moved and recaptured Edmund's full attention. The muscles along his thighs pulled taut as he rose and fell against the silken coverlet. Edmund could hear Arleesh's breathing close by them, and the man finally moved from his position, taking Edmund's head into his lap as Tashda had done.
His fingers crept down Edmundâs neck, again covered with that golden powder, tracing his collarbones, then dipping down to tease his nipples. The King moaned and his hips rose off the bed to meet Tashda, forcing a moan out of the other man, the first noise Edmund had heard him make other than speaking. He opened his eyes and looked up at the Calormene, whose eyes were tightly closed, his mouth twisted. His cock was pressed hard against his stomach with one hand while he kept his balance with the other, but he made no move to stroke himself, concentrating instead on his movement. This was no page that Edmund might have fancied in Cair Paravel for a night in his room, though, and he closed his eyes again, rather selfishly deciding not to care whether the other man reached the same climax he himself was on the brink of. His hips raised from the bed one last time and Tashda pushed down as hard as he could, trying to keep him still as Edmund's orgasm resonated through his body.
Again, the pair left him to recover, talking quietly in one corner of the room. He watched them with half open eyes, their slender fingers gesturing, the golden powder catching the light as they moved. When they saw he was awake, they came to him again and they both kissed him on his mouth and asked him what he desired them to do.
An idea had crept into Edmund's mind, a compulsion. He knew that he should very much not do this, that both of them would be whispering to the Tisroc tomorrow morning what had happened this night, but he was suddenly quite sure that he could not live one moment more without having one of those dark cocks inside of him. Tearing his mouth reluctantly away from Tashda's, he managed to choke out, "One of you, I pray you, come inside of me."
There was a flurry of uncertainty between the Calormenes. Two pairs of amber colored eyes met and there was a hastily whispered conversation. Edmund began to doubt that his request would be granted and was just about to put on his best regal voice and command one of them to do it when he was gently turned over.
The golden bedding was cool against his skin and as soft as the hands which stroked down his sides and opened him up. Fingers slick with oil slid inside of him and he moaned into the silk as they moved inside of him. He squeezed his eyes shut when they withdrew, whimpering in a most unkingly fashion until he was filled again. He could imagine the gold-dusted dark flesh sinking into him and he rubbed his cock against the coverlet, searching in vain for friction.
Before he knew what was happening, he was pulled back against Arleesh's chest, his thighs spread over the Calormene's, while Tashda had taken Edmund's erection into his mouth again. They rocked together like that, a rhythm that must have taken the pair years to learn. Edmund fleetingly wondered who had trained them, but then he was arching, hips straining as he came, the inside of his eyelids painted cinnamon and gold.
More kisses, and then he was being put gently to bed, gold-embroidered sheets pulled up to his chin as he drifted sweetly off to sleep.