Maven had no response. She simply couldn’t imagine wanting to do that to a man, least of all to a ruffian like her husband-to-be. The part about submission particularly niggled. Any man who expected her to acquiesce to him would be sorely disappointed. “Perhaps we should move on,” she said pointedly, feeling annoyed with Lavonia. “What about the part when he puts his cock in your pussy? What’s that like?”
Lavonia’s expression transformed into something more lighthearted. “As always, Maven, you’re full of questions. Your inquisitive manner will serve you well in the ways of sex, but you forget that, for now, I’m in charge. And next we will cover something else.”
Maven sighed with disappointment. “Which is?”
Her maid smiled. “One of the greatest pleasures of being a woman, my dear.”
With that, Lavonia reached to pull up the hem of her leather dress. Maven watched in shock as she lifted it over her thighs, all the way to her waist, before lounging on a feather-stuffed chair. As she parted her legs, her pussy shone with fiery red hair that curled around her open slit, pink folds of flesh peeking from in between.
Although Maven had shyly studied her own cunt in her viewing glass a few times, she’d never before seen that of another woman and she found it both shocking and…arousing.
“Ragan, Donnell,” Lavonia said, switching her heavy-lidded glance between the two boys, “show our lovely Maven exactly how a pussy should be licked.”
Both boys looked eager to begin their task and Maven watched in awe as they hurried to kneel between Lavonia’s plump knees.
“Ragan, you begin,” Lavonia instructed. “And Donnell, my lovely boy, you may hold my cunt open for him.” Lavonia turned in the chair to an angle that provided Maven the best view.
Donnell reached in, using both hands to spread the outer region of Lavonia’s slit even wider than it already was. More pink flesh abounded. When Maven felt Donnell’s eyes on her, clearly awaiting her reaction, her pussy seemed to swell once more. Her heart had been beating nearly out of control for some time now, but at this—a simple glance from a young man she’d known all her life—it sped even faster.
Ignoring his look, however, she kept her gaze pinned on Lavonia’s cunt, gripped by anticipation as dark-haired Ragan leaned in and flicked the tip of his tongue across the protuberant nub at the top of the maid’s pussy.
“That lovely little bump,” Lavonia said, her voice quivery, “is my clit. Many parts of a woman’s body bring her pleasure when touched or kissed, but the clit is the source of ecstasy.”
When she finished, Ragan leaned in again, this time laving her from the widest part of her pussy all the way to the pleasure-giving clit. Lavonia’s moan seemed to travel all through Maven, turning her ever-more-sensitive to all she witnessed. “Mmm, yes, again,” the maid instructed, and this time he fell into a long series of licks through her pinkness, each ending at that top knob. Lavonia shuddered visibly, her sounds of delight filling the room.
“Now you, Donnell,” she said. “I know you want to lick my wet pussy too, don’t you?” She stroked her hand back through his dark hair.
“Oh yes,” he said. “Very much.”
Lavonia bit her lip and spread her legs a bit wider.
Maven watched as Donnell began tonguing her maid’s fleshy cunt, and the urge to touch herself grew even more intense. She was sorely tempted—after all, Lavonia had encouraged it—yet for some reason she still resisted the temptation.
“Oh Ares, yes,” Lavonia bit out hotly as Donnell laved her pussy.
As Maven watched, the maid began to move, pushing herself against Donnell’s mouth. She let her eyes widen as he locked his lips around Lavonia’s clit and appeared to suck on it.
Lavonia’s panting and moaning turned to outright sobs and Maven’s crotch ached madly. Even more when Donnell lifted his hand to Lavonia’s pussy, pushing two fingers inside, beneath where he suckled.
“Oh Ares!” the maid cried at the intrusion that shocked Maven as much as everything else had. She watched in surprise as Donnell began sliding his fingers in and out of the opening until a wet sloshing sound could be heard beneath Lavonia’s hot sobs.
“What shall I do?” Ragan said, looking distressed at being left out.
“Open my dress,” Lavonia rasped. “Massage my breasts.”
As Ragan leaned over the feather-stuffed arm of the chair and began undoing the tied opening, Lavonia looked at Maven through eyes half-closed in passion. “Your breasts are another great source of joy,” she said, sounding spent. “You have such lovely ones that I’m sure your husband will enjoy them immensely.”
As she finished speaking, Ragan pushed the bodice of her dress open to reveal enormous breasts, each looking like a soft, sumptuous pillow, large mauve nipples protruding from their centers.
Ragan’s hands couldn’t begin to contain them, but his enthusiastic kneading drove Lavonia’s moans a little deeper, turned her movements against Donnell’s mouth a little more insistent.
“Oh yes, now suck them, darling boy,” she purred, and as he bent to do her bidding, her head fell back, her eyes shutting in what appeared to be pure pleasure.
There were no more instructions from Lavonia, only the sight of the two handsome young men working their mouths at her most intimate places. Soon, Maven felt that familiar tension rising, building, and Lavonia’s thrusts grew maddeningly fast, until she was crying out, sobbing in ecstasy, so loudly that Maven suspected everyone in the fortress must hear, even through stone walls—and then a moment later, it was done.
The voluptuous woman went quiet and still, a sensual smile gracing her face. The boys slowly backed away, each looking tense with arousal, clearly waiting to see what would come next.
A moment later, when Lavonia still had not spoken, Ragan said, “May we fuck you, Lavonia?”
The maid’s eyes opened, that small smile still playing about her lips. “No, boys, I’m sorry. That’s the end of our lesson for tonight.”
Ragan and Donnell’s faces both dropped, and Maven couldn’t deny feeling a similar disappointment. She so wanted to know the rest of it now—the rest of what would happen to her in her husband’s hands.
“Are you sure we couldn’t continue?” Maven asked meekly.
She felt the thrilled gazes of all three boys on her now, all of them surprised.
Lavonia’s smile deepened. “Ah, sweet Maven, you’re getting eager, which is good. But we’ve done enough for the first night of your Orientation. And besides, I’m too spent to go on. I want to be fresh and energetic for our next lesson. So we will all meet here in Maven’s chamber tomorrow evening at nightfall. Don’t be late.”
* * * * *
Dane lay between Halsa and Hana, the curvaceous raven-haired twin daughters of his head driver, who currently led the caravan southward toward the Myrtell region of Caralon, where Enrick made his home.
The lovely girls rained kisses on his neck, chest, arms, while their soft hands caressed his cock and balls.
“I want this inside me,” Halsa purred, her dark eyes shining on him.
He’d always appreciated the twins’ enthusiasm, but now had to tell them the same news he’d imparted on the two servant girls. “I can’t fuck you, Halsa. You either, Hana.”
Hana’s expression turned to stone as she withdrew her touch. He’d forgotten how demanding the twins could be, something he usually enjoyed, but tonight it might be a problem.
“Then why did you call us here?”
He chuckled—at himself. He’d not been thinking clearly when he’d summoned these particular two. “For this,” he said, motioning down at his nudity. “And for this.” Pushing the thin fur of Hana’s bodice aside, he bestowed a kiss on one round, creamy breast.
“I don’t understand,” Halsa replied.
He let out a sigh. It had been so much easier to persuade the servant girls to do his bidding. “I cannot come,” he said simply.
“Why not?” Halsa stroked his cock as she asked.<
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“I must be ready for the Giving Ceremony when we reach Enrick’s fortress,” he explained.
Hana still appeared belligerent. “How would fucking us make you any less ready?”
They clearly didn’t understand. He needed to be in a full state of arousal when the ceremony occurred. His power had to be obvious, his cock at its most majestic. “I prefer not to take any chances,” he said. Marrying Enrick’s daughter was the first step to ruling Caralon one day. He would not have anyone doubt his strength in any area when he took possession of the girl.
“So you think it’s acceptable to tease and torture us, then send us away?” Hana asked.
“There are plenty of men outside this cart who would happily take my place between your thighs.”
Halsa sighed, looking distraught. “No man can take your place, Dane.”
Hana glanced worshipfully at his shaft, stretching up past his navel. “It’s true. You have the finest cock in all of Caralon.”
He chuckled lightly, turning to nibble at Halsa’s breasts where her furred bodice hung open. “Tried them all, have you?”
Hana playfully swatted at his arm, then turned more serious. “Will you still fuck us afterward? After you marry?”
He knew he could, of course. A man of power could do most anything he wanted, and given that this was a marriage of gain rather than affection, he would be well within his rights to enjoy Enrick’s daughter when he felt the urge and to also take his pleasure with whatever other women he wished as well.
But his decision would depend on his bride. Maven. Enrick had described the girl as being beautiful but strong-willed. And if they pleased one another, he would love nothing more than to be faithful to her once they were wed. Yet Enrick had warned him that her strength might work against him, too. “She’ll likely not be pleased with the match. You have a reputation.”
He’d only laughed. He’d worked to earn that reputation, to make certain he was feared and revered. So he couldn’t blame Enrick’s firstborn if she wasn’t pleased by the match at first. He only hoped she’d come to see that as long as she kept him well-pleasured, they’d have a happy, peaceful union.
“Well?” Halsa asked. “Will you?”
He considered lying, but decided on honesty instead. “It remains to be seen.”
Halsa coquettishly bit her lip, giving his cock a sensuous squeeze. “I think you shall not be able to resist us, Dane,” she cooed.
Hana cast the same seductive look. “Enrick’s daughter might be the key to ruling Caralon, but I wager her breasts are not as firm and round as ours.” She rubbed them against his arm.
“Or that her pussy is as wet and hungry,” Halsa said, taking his hand and placing it under the short fur skirt she wore.
“Or that her lips will feel as good around your cock,” Hana added, and with that, she rose to her knees, then turned her body so that her head rested on his hip, her fur-covered ass hovering near his cheek. “Are you tempted, lover?” She blew on his erection as she spoke.
He let a satisfied smile take him. “I said I couldn’t fuck you, Hana. Not that you couldn’t use your lovely lips to fuck me.”
Flashing a last predatory look, Hana lowered her sumptuous mouth over the head of his cock. Now this was more like it, he thought, watching her go down on him. And all it had taken was a little jealousy, a bit of a challenge—the twins against his bride-to-be.
Soon enough, Hana began to squirm as she sucked him, finally lifting one knee over his head. He could smell her warm cunt. Sliding his palms up the backs of her thighs, he pushed her skirt up over her ass and gazed upon her open pussy, knowing she wanted him to lick.
Speaking of challenges, this would definitely be one. Taking her to climax without coming himself. But he felt stronger than he had with Rafia and Calla, perhaps because of his strength with them, so he drew her ass slightly downward, then sank his tongue into her moist flesh.
Within moments, she was moaning around his cock, writhing atop his face, whimpering her orgasm. And through it all, Dane held onto his sanity and kept his seed from bursting free.
“Now my turn,” Halsa said when her sister dismounted.
Ares above—he’d somehow forgotten the other twin was even there. But he could hardly deny her, could he? Especially not when she was bending over him, suckling his cock in a slow, sensual rhythm that made him buck at her mouth. When she lowered her cunt over his face, he had no choice but to feast on her as well.
Yet even as he took in her salty-sweet juices, even as she delivered one of the most skilled jobs of sucking he’d ever experienced, he kept his sanity by thinking of Maven. Sweet, young, innocent Maven, who was probably having her Orientation even now. He fervently hoped his young bride was paying close attention to her lessons.
Serve me well, sweet Maven, and my cock will belong to you alone.
Chapter Four
Maven barely slept that night, too anxious about the things she had witnessed and learned, and the following day was equally as long, waiting for nightfall to come. She still dreaded sex with Dane of Rawley, but it seemed the events she’d witnessed in her room between Lavonia and the three boys had her body primed for more.
When evening fell, she was sitting on the floor, her legs spread before a viewing glass. Studying herself by the light of the candles situated about the room, she thought she looked a bit swollen there, and Ares knew the entire area was filled with a new, almost agonizing sensitivity. Should you wish to touch yourself, feel free.
Still peering into the pointed remnants of pasted glass, looking at herself where she was open and pink, she dared reach down one solitary finger and rake it over the little nub Lavonia had called the clit. Her entire body jolted from the sweep of pleasure. Oh Ares—what was happening to her? She’d thought her pussy had burned and tingled before, but it had been nothing compared to how she felt now. How was she to cope?
Just then the metal door-knocker sounded. Quickly pushing down her short leather dress of pale brown, she leapt to her feet and scurried to answer. She yanked it open, fully expecting to find Lavonia on the other side—but instead encountered Donnell.
Tonight his hair was not pulled back, but hung mane-like around his handsome face. His eyes seemed to cut right through her in a way she felt in her cunt.
“Are you ready for tonight’s lesson, Maven?”
The very sound of his voice made her breasts feel heavy. “Y-yes.”
She stepped back to allow him entry, but he only moved closer. “I shouldn’t tell you this, but I must.”
Her body went tense. “What?”
“I long for you.”
She flinched and drew back, stunned.
But his eyes only turned hot and fiery. “I long to sink my cock into your virgin pussy, Maven.”
“You know you cannot!”
“Of course,” he said, “but when Lavonia chose me to help in your Orientation and I knew this was as close to you as I would ever come, I decided I would make my feelings known.”
Her cunt seemed to flinch beneath her dress, and she hoped he couldn’t see the response in her eyes. “What good does it do to tell me of it?”
His gaze was sensual, swallowing. “I was in the great hall when your father announced your betrothal. I saw how you reacted—I know you’re afraid of Dane.”
What was his point? “And?”
“And I just thought…well, perhaps when you’re with him and you’re feeling afraid, I thought maybe…you could think of me instead.”
She simply looked at him, not comprehending.
“You can imagine he is me, sliding my shaft inside you, or licking your lovely pussy. I thought that might be easier for you. And if I, still here in the fortress, could believe you were pretending it was me fucking you, well—it would be an honor.”
Maven stood flabbergasted. But she had no time to turn his words over in her head, nor even to make a response before Lavonia came whisking through the door, Ragan and Anglen on her heels. �
�Ah, good, we’re all here.” The buxom woman was practically aglow, her eyes lit with a fresh shot of arousal. “I’m anxious to get started on tonight’s lesson, even though I fear it shall be very draining on me.”
“Lavonia, I don’t wish to do anything that you’d rather not. Surely there are other ways to orient me.”
But the maid was already shaking her head. “No, no, not another word. We shall stick to my original plan.”
“But—”
Lavonia smiled. “I’d do anything for you, Maven, and that includes wearing myself out by fucking these three lovely young men for you.”
And so it began.
“Take your place on your bed, dear girl, and get comfortable, like last night,” her maid instructed. “Prepare to learn the very greatest joys of sex.”
Maven did as Lavonia instructed, all the while growing warmer beneath her leather. She remained shocked by Donnell’s admission, not to mention his suggestion—yet as she began to absorb it, she couldn’t deny it held appeal. She had no choice in marrying Dane and likely no choice in fucking him, either—but if the man were truly as unbearable as she expected, perhaps it would ease her distaste a bit to envision Donnell’s piercing blue eyes.
Just then, Lavonia reached down to undo Donnell’s pants and seconds later his cock popped free—as if it had a life of its own. Maven flinched, then hoped no one had noticed. But when she looked up, she found Donnell’s gaze warm upon her, even as Lavonia began to fondle his engorged shaft. Maven barely knew whether to look at his eyes or the raging pole that jutted through her maid’s fist, but finally settled on the latter, not quite able to help herself. Oh Ares, but she was getting hot!
“This,” Lavonia said lovingly, looking down on the hard rod in her hand, “is an erection.”
Maven let out the breath she hadn’t realized she was holding. “I thought it was a cock.”
Lavonia laughed, and Donnell looked amused as well—although he only offered a small smile. “When the cock is big and hard like this,” Lavonia explained, “it’s called an erection. Because, as you can well see, it stands erect.”
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