Everything But You

2026-09-24 · by AnyoneButSam

Lord Archibald came into the queen's chambers at the second hour of the afternoon with one apprentice a step behind him.

He was sixty-three, lean, white-haired, dressed in the deep maroon of House Tijarian with the silver scales-and-key pendant at his throat. Three centuries of his family had worn that pendant. Three centuries of his family had owned every auction house in Beambreak. He carried himself like a man who had never once been told no by anyone who mattered.

He had brought two apprentices. He had left the handsome one, Faress, sitting on the bench in the corridor. He had brought in the other.

Delimu was twenty-eight. Mezurian. Four arms, bald, the faint ridges of his skull plates showing along his temples. He was heavy through the chest, dark hair running from his pecs down to his navel, his upper arms thick with muscle, his lower pair lean and cut. He took his place by the door, upper hands clasped behind his back, and stared at the far wall like he'd been trained to.

Archibald had chosen him because he was sure the queen wouldn't look at him twice.

Mira was standing at the long working table in the pink silk dress. Sleeveless, deep rose, cut low across her chest, fitted at the waist. Archibald hadn't seen her in it in five years. He noticed. His face tightened a fraction before he fixed it.

"Lord Archibald."

"My queen. Thank you for having me."

"Sit."

He sat. He laid his folder on the table and opened it.

"I'll be brief, my queen. The new district will need auction houses. Beambreak has one auction house, and it is mine. My family's archive holds every sale, contract, and consignment in this city for three hundred years. Without that record, an auctioneer is a man with a hammer. So the new district's auctions are Tijarian auctions. I've come to discuss the terms."

"And if the terms are that you serve the new district as paid staff, with no claim to what it earns."

"Then I withdraw. Entirely. The new district can build its auction houses from nothing and live with the mess. Tijarian keeps the old city." He folded his hands. "And you should know, my queen, the other great houses feel the same. Seven of them have told me so. We're united on this."

"You've been busy."

"I've been thorough." He met her eyes and let his voice drop. "I would much rather we found an arrangement, my queen. Privately. Between the two of us. I've always found you and I understand each other best when we're alone."

Mira looked at him for a long moment.

Then she looked past him, at the door.

"Your apprentice. What's his name."

Archibald blinked. "Delimu, my queen. He handles our Mezurian contacts."

"His full name."

Archibald opened his mouth and found he didn't know it.

"Delimu Heshrei var-Mehress var-Sothua, my queen," Delimu said from the door. His voice was deep, rolling up from low in his chest.

"Come here, Delimu Heshrei."

Delimu glanced at his master. Archibald gave a small, stiff nod, because what else could he do.

Delimu crossed the room. Mira didn't take her eyes off Archibald while she hooked her thumbs under the thin straps of her dress and slid them off her shoulders.

The silk fell. It caught on her hips for a second, and she shifted her weight, and it slid the rest of the way down and pooled around her feet.

She was naked underneath.

She had never hidden her body from anyone, and there was no reason she ever would. Full, heavy breasts sitting high and firm, small pink nipples already tight in the cooler air of the room. A long, flawless stomach, smooth and toned. Wide hips. Strong, shapely thighs. Golden skin without a single mark on it anywhere. The dark hair between her legs trimmed short and neat, her pink lips just showing where her thighs met. She looked less like a woman than like something a sculptor had spent a lifetime trying to get right.

Archibald's hand stopped on the table. His eyes went down her body because they couldn't not, and he dragged them back up to her face.

"My queen..."

"Keep talking, Archibald. You were telling me how united the houses are."

She turned to Delimu. "Undress. Then sit on the bed."

Delimu did it the Mezurian way, four hands at once, upper pair on the clasp and the shoulders, lower pair on the side fastenings. The robe came off. He folded it and set it down. The trousers followed. He sat on the edge of the cream linen sheets, naked, his tail curled against the back of his thigh.

His cock was already most of the way hard.

It was long, and it wasn't built like a man's. The head was round and full, noticeably wider than the shaft, the foreskin half pulled back from the wet tip. The shaft below it was thinner, and running down its length were three soft, raised knots, evenly spaced, the same grey-green as the rest of him. Mira had owned carved toys shaped like this for twenty years. She had never had the real thing. The real thing, she decided, was better.

She sat down beside him on the bed, facing Archibald, and wrapped her hand around the base of Delimu's cock.

She didn't start slow. She started jerking him hard and fast right away, her fist pumping the whole length of him, his foreskin sliding back and forth over the head with a wet sound that carried across the room.

Delimu sucked in a sharp breath. His upper hands grabbed the edge of the bed.

"Go on, Archibald," Mira said. "You were threatening me."

Archibald's jaw worked. He had fifty years of council sessions behind him. He found his voice.

"It isn't a threat, my queen. It's a fact. If Tijarian withdraws, the new district will have worse records, worse prices, worse contracts. The houses will stand together. You'll have two cities that don't recognise each other within twenty years."

A bead of precum rolled out of Delimu's tip. Mira's next stroke smeared it down the shaft, and the one after that worked it into her palm. Her hand got slicker. Faster.

Delimu groaned. He tried to swallow it and couldn't.

Mira brought her free hand to her mouth and licked her index finger slowly, eyes on Archibald the entire time. Then she spread her thighs, reached down, and started circling her clit.

Slow. Deliberately slow. Her right hand pumping Delimu fast and hard, her left hand rubbing herself in lazy, unhurried circles.

"And while the new district grows without you," she said, "what will you do?"

"Watch, my queen. And not care."

"You'll hear about every sale they make. Every contract. Every fortune. You'll keep records of their deals out of habit, won't you? You'll see every mistake they make and know you could have done it better."

He didn't answer right away.

"Won't you, Archibald."

"...Yes, my queen."

"And your apprentices. The young ones who wanted to rise into that new district. What do they do when you tell them no."

"Some would... leave. For the new houses."

"Taking your methods with them."

"Yes."

"So your withdrawal doesn't protect your house. It bleeds it."

Archibald's hands were folded tight in his lap now. "My queen, I..."

"Lie down, Delimu. On your back. Middle of the bed."

Delimu moved like his legs weren't entirely his. He lay back. His cock stood up off his stomach, slick and twitching, the three knots shining in the afternoon light.

Mira climbed onto the bed and straddled him, but she turned as she did it, so her back was to Delimu and her face was toward Archibald. Her ass settled on Delimu's stomach. She lowered herself onto the underside of his cock without taking him in and started to rock, grinding her wet pussy along his length. Each knot caught against her lips as she slid over it, one, two, three, bumping against her clit when she rolled forward. Archibald could see every single one land on her face.

Delimu groaned under her, a low, steady sound that rose every time she passed over a knot.

"This is the part you wanted, isn't it," Mira said quietly. "The private arrangement."

Archibald said nothing. His face was red.

She lifted up, took Delimu's cock in her hand, and set the fat head against her entrance.

Then she sank down.

The wide head stretched her open first. Then the thinner shaft slid in behind it, and she felt the knots go in one at a time. One. A small full bump inside her. Two. Her breath caught. Three. She made a sound she didn't plan on making. Under her, Delimu let out a groan from deep in his chest, the first sound he hadn't even tried to hold back.

She sat there a moment with all of him inside her, the three knots pressing at three different places along her walls.

Then she started to ride him.

Hard, from the first stroke. Her ass slapping down on his hips, her pussy sliding up and down the full length of him, the knots popping in and out of her on every stroke. In, in, in. Out, out, out. Her breasts bounced with each drop, nipples hard, all of it in full view of the man in the chair.

"Hands," she told Delimu.

His lower pair came up and grabbed her ass, eight fingers spread wide, gripping hard. His upper pair fisted the sheets.

"Tell me again how the houses will stand together, Archibald."

"They... they will, my queen."

"Seven houses, all following you. Into a withdrawal that ruins them."

"I..."

"And you brought all of that in here," she said, dropping onto Delimu hard enough that the bed frame knocked against the wall, "because you thought it would get you into this bed."

Archibald's knuckles were white.

"It didn't," Mira said. "It got him in."

She rode faster. Wetter. Louder. Delimu was groaning on every stroke now, his hips starting to push up into her, his grip on her ass pulling her down onto him. Mira's own moans were climbing. She kept her eyes on Archibald the whole time.

She came first. Her whole body tightened around Delimu's cock, the knots giving her something to clench against, and she moaned long and loud, head tipping back for just a second before her eyes came right back to Archibald. She didn't stop moving. She rode straight through it.

"My queen," Delimu gasped. "My queen, I'm going to..."

"Then do it."

He came hard.

The moment his hips slammed up, Mira lifted off him. His cock slid out of her, all three knots popping free one after another, and she caught it in her fist before it even hit his stomach. She angled the fat head across the room at Archibald and jerked him fast.

Delimu let out a ragged, broken roar. The first rope shot out in a thick arc and splattered on the floor right in front of Archibald's boots. Mira pumped again, and the second one landed beside it, close enough that Archibald pulled his feet back.

She kept stroking until the last of it dribbled over her knuckles. Then she lifted her hand to her mouth and licked her fingers slowly, one at a time, holding Archibald's eyes the whole way through.

She didn't wait for Delimu to finish twitching. She lifted her hips, set the head back against her entrance, and sank all the way down onto him again. One, two, three knots, straight back inside her.

Then she started riding him, just as hard, just as fast as before.

"My queen," Delimu whimpered. His whole body was shaking. "My queen, please. Please. It's too much. I can't..."

"You can," she said, and kept going.

"Please..." His voice cracked into something small and helpless. But his lower hands were still locked on her ass, still pulling her down onto him, and his hips kept rising to meet her. "Oh gods. Oh gods, please..."

Mira reached down and ran her fingers gently along his thigh, never breaking her rhythm, never taking her eyes off the old man in the chair.

Archibald sat there, red-faced and rigid, two wet puddles on the floor at his feet, every argument he'd come in with lying useless on the table.

"You're excused, Archibald," Mira said. "And on your way out, send in the other one. The pretty one you left sitting by my door."