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Because not only has she stopped by, she comes bearing gifts! Check out her character, Aldous Brazzi's awesome ways to use a paintbrush! Check out Tali's giveaway! One lucky winner will win TWO books: an ebook copy of Victory Portrait AND a book from Tali's back list (reader's choice - either paperback or ebook - willing to ship internationally)!
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Hello again to the Unicorns, who when I said I would like to visit, said “Sure! Come on over.” So here I am to talk about my newest release, Victory Portrait, share an ex-clusive excerpt, and offer a giveaway of the book AND one other book (reader’s choice) from my backlist.
Victory Portrait is about a former prince, now captive of the emperor, and the famous general the prince admires more than anyone in the world. Anyone. Naturally the two must be brought together. The character who does so, though not by choice, is the artist, Aldous Brazzi.
Brazzi paints his pictures using…semen. And brushes. Let’s have him talk more about that.
10 Ways to Use a Paintbrush, by Aldous Brazzi
Thank you. I appreciate this topic. My first request of anyone asking about my methods is that they pick up a paintbrush. Any brush will do: long thin brushes for the most elegant purposes, fat brushes for bold strokes, broad stiff brushes meant for large sweeps across the canvas but which can be even more useful if…
I get ahead of my own explanation.
I use paintbrushes not just to put paint on canvas, but for any number of other purposes. Some of these purposes are sexual, but bear with me.
So here are my ten best uses for the paintbrush:
- Putting paint on canvas, board, wall, or other surface. Self-explanatory, I know. Still counts.
- A broad stiff flat paintbrush of modest size, if dipped in water, can be used to wet the glue on stamps or envelopes. I personally would prefer to use the soft tongue of a slave for this, but a paintbrush is cheaper and does not suffer paper cuts.
- Why buy expensive cosmetic brushes? Artist’s paintbrushes made of natural materials do the job just as well, and cost far less.
- A cheap medium-sized paintbrush of about one and a half inches (a little less than 4 cm.) is the best brush for basting roast turkey. I trust my author on this. Among Bolivians, she is considered the Goddess of Turkey.
- Dusting. I give my old paintbrushes to Janna, my house slave, who claims they are excellent for getting dust out of tight spaces.
- Janna also tells me paintbrushes are excellent for applying whatever is needed (hair dye, medication) directly to the roots of hair or onto a skin lesion. I wouldn’t know. I have neither hair nor skin lesions.
Beware. At this point things get more…sexual. For the purposes of this particular discourse I will focus on males.
- If you have a properly stiff and excited male partner (as my assistants tend to be), use a flat brush to gather his droplets of pre-come. Do so slowly. The touch of the brush as it lifts the droplet free of his glans will stimulate him further. Use the fluid to baste the rest of the member. If his pre-come is being shy, you can use another lubricant.
- Choose a long, thin brush. Use the point of the brush to tease your male subject’s slit. Do so delicately. Observe the way he responds. Some men are too sensitive for this direct of an approach. If he responds well, dip your brush tip into the slit.
- Turn the paint brush in your hands. Notice that it has a handle. Think about how well the handle might fit into an asshole…the actual anus. Note: LONG pointy handles are risky. The short squat rounded kind on larger brushes with a wide base of bristles are best; they will neither jab unkindly nor slip all the way in. Always check for a smooth handle, and always use lube.
- Tail. A large paintbrush inserted handle first into a willing, well-trained ass makes an excellent bushy tail for parties and games, particularly if your pet is on all fours.
Imperial captive and former Sebboyan prince Peta Kordeun has one great wish: to meet Darius Arrento, conqueror of his country and a man he has idolized since childhood. That wish comes true the day the Uttoran emperor assigns Peta to assist the artist who will be painting the great general’s official portrait.
General Darius Arrento would rather take a crossbow bolt through his flesh than sit for a portrait, until his friend the emperor forces his hand. The notorious artist, Brazzi, uses semen and other sexual fluids to bind his colors—and Arrento is captivated by the artist’s pretty helper. Before long he is driven to possess the gorgeous young man who draws battle maps and whose naïve charm has won more hearts in Uttor than Arrento has won battles.
When Arrento learns that Peta, the slave he covets and wants for his own, is one of the despised Kordeun princes, he storms from Uttor toward a far corner of the empire—where he quickly finds himself embroiled in a plot to tear Uttor’s empire apart. His emotions and loyalties frayed, the great Arrento is in the battle of his life…and Peta may hold the key to his survival.
While Brazzi moved the rejected sketches aside and set up a larger canvas upon which to render the final work, Arrento walked around to the crates where he would pose and took a seat upon the foremost. He gazed with renewed interest at the youth, drinking in details. The young man’s fingers as they milked his rosy cock showed no signs of belonging to a warrior. Slender and strong—a beautiful hand meant for pleasure and soft things, not the violence of war. The fingers alternately squeezed and opened with a fluid control so mesmerizing Arrento could only stare in admiration. He craved that touch…in fact, he craved a great deal more.
But Peta was not his slave.
Not for the first time, Arrento reminded himself that a man who obeyed his cock was not his own master.
“So it’s true you use sexual essences to bind your paint to the canvas?” Talking to the artist at least provided a diversion.
“They are an ingredient of my secret formula for applying pigment, yes. With women I often use their own essences for the most luminous surfaces—the skin, the lips, the eyes—that is, if they will permit me to gather their nectar. Otherwise I use my ejaculate or the gifts of a slave. Most men, of course, do not provide their own…I don’t suppose—”
“No,” Arrento said, refusing that option.
“Certainly His Imperial Majesty predicted as much, which is why he provided the boy.”
“A Sebboyan moreover. After my victory we brought many of their number back to Uttor.”
“A handsome people,” Brazzi agreed. He arranged his paint pots and brushes, then took a seat. “Superior, really, in many ways…cultured and well-educated. We laid claim to their finest scholars and artists.”
That was true. The hostilities that had brought their two countries to war had been due to infractions of politics, not a lack of regard. The people of Sebboy were famed for their philosophers, scientists, and actors. They had not lost the war because they were uncivilized or lacking in courage but because they’d been poorly led.
What had Peta been? He was too young to be a philosopher.
Brazzi resumed sketching quickly like a fencer seeking hits, his charcoal stick skating across the canvas.
Arrento contented himself with studying the way morning sunlight created highlights and shadows upon Peta’s body as though he were an artwork himself. An artist would have been pleased with such a creation: the torso just broad enough through the shoulders, balanced by strong arms with toned muscles suggesting some use of weapons. The arms of farmers and laborers differed from those of soldiers. The youth’s legs, however—those glorious thighs and tight half-moons for an ass—revealed him to be a rider. Cavalry, perhaps. He was likely some wellborn youth for whom riding and using blades had been activities of leisure before his country had gone to war. Arrento’s lip twitched at the thought.
He noticed the youth had ceased stroking his cock. “Don’t stop, boy,” he said, “continue. I like watching you work.”
The boy’s elegant jawline firmed, but he resumed. Arrento watched intently the way two fingertips caught drops of pre-cum and curled over the engorged, deeply colored crown. Sebboyans cut away the foreskin in infancy, leaving the glans exposed. That nakedness now held Arrento riveted. Peta stroked his sensitive tip, then slid his hand back down along the shaft, adding slickness until he reached the golden hair at his crotch. High dusky pink balls peeked from within lacy curls. Arrento shifted his position slightly to conceal the burgeoning heft of his own neglected cock.
Angling out from behind the canvas, Brazzi picked up a brush and reached with it toward Peta’s stiff cock. The flat bristles flicked over the slit, picking up drops of pre-cum which he immediately carried to a spot of brownish pigment on the palette. Arrento’s breathing quickened as he watched Brazzi perform this collection again…and again, bristles lightly touching the rosy skin surrounding the boy’s leaking slit.
Peta groaned and worked faster with his hand.
“Cease stroking,” the artist murmured. The youth clearly needed no further stimulation. Droplets flowed freely at every touch of Brazzi’s brush. Like a spigot, Arrento thought, appreciating the image.
“May I?” he asked, indicating the tableau. He wanted to touch that hard cock, test the texture of that porcelain skin.
“Not now,” Brazzi replied. “Stay put. The light is perfect for capturing your coloring.”
“I’ll sit again…perhaps tomorrow.”
“Yes, yes that would be good. I would appreciate if you would dress as you did for the Battle of Cheda, a winter campaign. For now, don’t move. Another sitting, maybe two, and I can work without you for a few days or a week, and then you must return. I prefer morning light for applying the first layers, but later you must come in the afternoon. Late light provides a more martial quality I think will suit you.”
Arrento hardly cared for the quality of the result. He wanted more of the slave. Peta’s fine lips, a delicate tint of rose, parted with a gasp at another touch from Brazzi’s brush. Arrento noticed the boy avoided looking at either man.
“How do you get him to drip so much?”
“Excellent care. I encourage my helpers to eat fruits and meat and to drink plenty of wine. Also I have gotten good at exciting even reluctant partners.”
Yes, he could see that. The man wielded his brushes masterfully—in every possible way. Peta quivered from the stimulation, his breathing ragged and skin beaded with fine perspiration. He almost certainly battled an overpowering urge to spend himself. Fortunately for the painter, the cock noose prevented that. From time to time pretty Peta’s lovely thighs tensed, buttocks tight, pelvis thrusting forward to present Brazzi with that captive prick and pink balls dusky with frustration. Using a pointed brush, the artist applied the bristles directly to the slit, provoking a groan of need and an even more copious flow of seminal drops.
The damn painter had to know his subject would be as aroused as the slave.
“You’re quite devious, aren’t you?”
“An artist must be devious with his art. It is no mean feat to capture the soul of a subject. All things in nature defy our meager talent to capture it, even as a still life or landscape. But the essence of a thinking, emotional being…much harder.” Brazzi peered again around the canvas. “Are you uncomfortable?”
He was, but not from posing. “Get it done,” he grunted. “I have battle plans to make.”
“Battle plans?” The artist’s mocking amusement caused Arrento to narrow his eyes. “Are you going to campaign for a seat on the Quorum? Or eradicate this city’s population of cutpurses?”
“Deal with the rabble however you wish. Uttor still has enemies. Dealing with Sebboy cost us a victory in Yur.”
“Yes. Grain, gold, and camels. A pity you could not stay to finish the job.”
“Just as well, perhaps. We needed to learn more about what we were getting into.” Before leaving Yur, Arrento had ordered an expedition to gather intelligence. “Never go into any land without a good map.”
It was then he caught the look Peta stole, directed when he thought to observe Arrento unaware. For a moment they locked eyes, true creature to true creature. Young stag to old wolf. Arrento’s blood rose to the hunt.
Tali Spencer delights in erotic fantasy and adventure, creating worlds where she can explore the heights and shadows of sexual passion. When not writing, Tali reads everything from sweet goofy romances to medical research, manages her fantasy football team—go Gekkos!—and takes long walks with her loving, if slightly neurotic, poodle.
Tali’s other books include the three preceding Uttor books: Captive Heart, Dangerous Beauty, and Adored, all with Resplendence. Her gay male high fantasy stories, Thick as Thieves, Sorcerer’s Knot, and The Prince of Winds, are published by Dreamspinner Press. She often posts free stories and excerpts on her blog.
Visit Tali’s blog at http://talismania-brilliantdisguise.blogspot.com
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