Rituals of Passion (Brides of Caralon, Book One)

by Alexander, Lacey

  Maven was confused. “It sometimes does…not stand erect?”

  Lavonia glanced to the other two boys. “Are either of you still limp?”

  They both shook their heads, leaving Lavonia to sigh.

  “Well, the only thing you need remember is that when the cock is big and hard, it means the man is ready to fuck.” Still lightly stroking Donnell’s shaft, she glanced at the other two again. “Get out your cocks so that Maven may study them.”

  Anglen and Ragan both hurried to do her bidding, turning to face Maven, and Lavonia released Donnell so that he could turn toward her as well.

  Maven’s heart threatened to beat through her chest as she lowered her eyes to the three appendages. They were at once intimidating and handsome, downright frightening yet also unbelievably arousing. It was shocking to discover that every single male she’d ever known was walking around with one of these! And even as she thought it must be strange to go through life with such a body part protruding so bluntly from between one’s legs, she also found herself wanting to look even closer.

  She’d seen blond-haired Anglen’s cock last night, but studied it more intently now. Thick and sturdy, it struck her as rather stump-like, but in a good way. Ragan’s shaft was slightly longer than Anglen’s, and pinker too, with a slight curvature—it seemed to arc up into his abdomen. Donnell’s cock was the largest of the three, clearly a more forbidding instrument, and Maven could feel his gaze burning into her as she scrutinized his erection.

  She couldn’t help noticing that Lavonia, too, seemed riveted by it. “I would much like to start with you,” the maid said lowly, perhaps more to herself than anyone else, “but for Maven’s sake, I shall begin with Ragan.”

  Maven hardly knew what she had to do with it, why she would care which boy Lavonia used for her first demonstration, but she stayed quiet, simply observing the scene. Standing amid the three young men and their jutting rods, Lavonia removed her dark leather frock to stand naked. Her enormously plump breasts and wide, fleshy hips made her a study in curves. As the boys watched, she ran her large hands down over her breasts, tweaking her sizable nipples before letting the fingers of one hand dip between her thighs. “Oh, I’m wet for you,” she said to the boys, who seemed to issue a low, collective groan at the announcement.

  Lounging back in the same chair from the previous evening, she spread her legs. But instead of summoning Ragan, she reached down, parted her flesh and said to Maven, “Do you see the opening? That’s where the cock enters you.”

  Maven saw it, so she nodded, but she scarcely believed any of the boys’ shafts could fit in such a place.

  Just then, Lavonia motioned Ragan to her. “Fuck me for our sweet Maven,” she said to him with a sensual smile. “But enter slowly, so that I’ll feel every lovely inch and so that she can see how my body takes your cock.”

  Maven drew in her breath as the dark-haired, olive-skinned boy knelt between Lavonia’s thighs. She watched with bated breath as he took his rod in his hand and lifted the tip toward Lavonia’s shimmering wet cunt.

  “Can you see?” Lavonia asked.

  Maven could barely get out even the one short word. “Yes.”

  “Good.” The maid shifted her attention back to Ragan. “Now come inside, dear boy.”

  Maven’s stomach contracted as she watched Ragan slide his hard cock into Lavonia’s small opening. “Mmmmm, ohhhh, yesssss,” the older woman purred until the entire length of the shaft was hidden in her pussy. Maven could hardly fathom the ease with which the long rod had entered! The very sight made her own cunt hum with interest as her tightened nipples brushed against her leather dress, only adding to the heightened sensations.

  “Oh, what a good boy,” Lavonia said, her voice low and throaty. “Now you may move, but slowly.”

  Bracing his arms on the sides of the chair, Ragan began to slide his tool out, then back in, out, then back in. Maven’s pussy ached and trembled beneath her dress.

  “That’s right,” Lavonia cooed. “Nice and slow. Are you watching closely, Maven?”

  It almost embarrassed her to admit it, but… “Yes,” she said.

  “Good. What you are witnessing is a soft, gentle sort of fucking. Smooth. Easy. That’s right, Ragan, my lovely boy, just like that.” Her voice was but a sensuous whisper, yet it somehow filled the room. All eyes focused on the cock that slid in and out of Lavonia’s cunt, riveted. “Do you have any questions?” she asked Maven.

  Ares, did she! But could she voice them, here, now, in front of the boys?

  “Well, my dear, do you?”

  She let out a rough breath. This was her Orientation, so if she had a question, she must ask it. “How…does the cock go in so easy?”

  Lavonia answered between sighs of pleasure. “A woman’s body is made for it.”

  “How…how does it feel?”

  Lavonia released a breathy laugh as the long tool continued its slow drives in and out of her depths. “It feels…hot. Delicious. Breathtaking.”

  “Then…it doesn’t hurt. It is not a thing to be feared.” She yearned for confirmation, clarification.

  At this, Lavonia glanced over at her. She knew her maid understood she was thinking of Dane and dark murmurings that women were not safe with him. “I’ll not lie. Sometimes it hurts at first. And sometimes a particularly large cock can bring pain, but conversely, sometimes bigger cocks deliver deeper delights. By and far, fucking is about pleasure, Maven.”

  Maven grew aware that her breathing had grown heavy, labored, as she continued watching the fucking act, trying to think through her concerns. Were big cocks good or bad? Hadn’t Lavonia just given both answers to that question? What if Dane’s shaft was big? Maven shifted her gaze to Donnell’s, still red and erect, the tip gleaming with a dot of wetness. “A big one is pleasurable? Or painful? Which is it?” she asked, looking back to Lavonia, who now bit her lip, still watching Ragan’s curved pole slip in and out. Maven’s cunt pulsed in time with the gentle thrusts.

  Lavonia let out another of her infuriating chuckles. “I’m sorry it’s confusing for you, but let me answer with a demonstration.” With that, she lifted her gaze to Ragan’s face, then reached for his lean hips, softly pushing him back. “Step away now.” She then looked to Anglen, motioning him nearer with an impish smile. “You see the width of Anglen’s fine cock here,” she said to Maven without taking her eyes off the young man as he kneeled before the chair.

  “Yes,” Maven said. As she’d noticed before, it was thicker than Ragan’s.

  “Watch how easily my cunt takes it, despite how round it is.”

  True to Lavonia’s word, the weighty-looking cock had no trouble entering, although Lavonia let out a deep, guttural moan as Anglen pushed himself inside her.

  Maven swallowed nervously. “That was…pleasure, not pain?”

  Lavonia looked overwrought with passion, but still managed a laugh. “Mmm, yes, dear. Incredible pleasure. Now fuck me, Anglen,” she said, lifting her gaze to his. “Slow at first, but then speed up. We must show Maven the various ways of fucking.”

  Like Ragan before him, Anglen began moving his thick shaft in and out of Lavonia’s wet opening. Maven was agape at how that opening had widened for him. Soon, he did as Lavonia asked, increasing the rate of his thrusts, causing Lavonia to release quick, low cries with each.

  On the bed, Maven’s cunt seemed to lurch with every drive of Anglen’s rod. She felt short of breath and her breasts ached. It was agonizing. Touch yourself if you feel the urge. Touch yourself if you feel the urge. But no. She couldn’t. She still held the notion that touching herself between her legs was a private matter to be undertaken alone. She hadn’t the faintest idea why she felt this way—Ares knew Lavonia was not so shy—yet still she let her apprehensions guide her.

  Anglen continued to fuck Lavonia until she was gritting her teeth with pleasure, nipping out the word, “Yes,” at each lunge. The heat they created filled the room—Maven’s face turned as warm as the rest of
her body, her skin seeming to crawl with desire. She soon got lost in their passion, barely aware that Ragan stood by stroking his own shaft, still damp with Lavonia’s juices, or that Donnell studied her as she watched the sex taking place in her chamber.

  So it was shocking—to all of them, Maven thought—when Lavonia said, “That’s enough,” her voice cutting sharply through the thick lust. Maven flinched—as did Ragan. Anglen let out a low groan of protest. Lavonia attempted to comfort him by lifting a hand to stroke his sandy blond hair. “Fear not. I won’t leave any of you hanging, this I promise. Tonight we all find our pleasure in order to complete Maven’s education.”

  “But—” he argued, thrusting once more into her cunt.

  “No.” She pushed him back. “It’s Donnell’s turn now.”

  Anglen clearly had no choice but to acquiesce, and as Donnell stepped up to take his place, his heated gaze locked with Maven’s once more.

  “Look at this large cock, Maven,” Lavonia instructed. The maid’s eyes brimmed with delight as she sank her gaze to the prominent shaft.

  And, oh Ares, Maven was looking, all right. She could see even more clearly now how much larger he was than the other boys.

  “When you see how much I enjoy it, sweet girl, you’ll know you need not fear a nice, large rod like this one.” She drew her gaze from Donnell’s shaft to his face. “Let me have it.”

  Dropping to his knees, he took his cock in hand. As he guided the head toward Lavonia’s pussy, Maven could hardly hold in her gasp. How would Lavonia take such a big erection? As he nudged the tip against her opening, it looked…impossible. Some things simply were not made to fit together.

  She held her breath as he began to push, and drew it in even deeper when she realized the enormous shaft was beginning to sink inward, entering the passage that looked so small next to Donnell’s cock. Lavonia hissed with hot pleasure as he bore deeper and deeper, and Maven found herself clawing her fingers into the thin fur blanket on which she sat. Oh Ares, but it was an amazing sight.

  “Mmm, look at the size of him,” Lavonia said on a husky sigh, “and know that I am deeply pleasured.”

  Ribbons of shock, wonder, maybe even envy, all wove through Maven, finally converging in her cunt.

  “Now, my handsome boy,” the maid instructed breathily, “show our lovely Maven how to fuck hard and fast. Make me scream.”

  Donnell had been concentrating on his task, but now paused to cast Maven another look that sent a new wave of yearning to her crotch. Ares, she must be soaked by now. Returning his hot gaze, she bit her lip, then moved her eyes lower, to where his body joined with Lavonia’s. Her way of saying—Yes, show me.

  Pulling out slightly, Donnell slammed hard into Lavonia, indeed making her yell out. “Like that?” he asked, heated eyes now on Lavonia.

  “Ares, yes. But don’t stop.”

  As Donnell proceeded to drive his big cock into Lavonia again and again, the maid’s shrieks left Maven amazed that that was pleasure. But maybe it was, for Ares knew she was aroused—dripping wetter beneath her dress every second, aching for some sort of stimulation.

  “Yes! Yes! Yes!” Lavonia screamed, and like last night, Maven wondered if the whole house could hear the Orientation taking place.

  “Ragan,” Lavonia said as Donnell’s rough strokes eased slightly, “come, let me suck you.”

  Ragan happily released his cock from his hand and hurried to Lavonia’s side. She wasted no time wrapping one fist around his length and pulling him eagerly to her mouth. The throb in Maven’s cunt grew even more intense as she watched Lavonia take two hard cocks into her body at once. Ares above—she’d never have dreamed of such a thing, but Lavonia looked phenomenally pleasured as she moaned around Ragan’s shaft.

  “What about me? What should I do?” Anglen asked.

  Releasing Ragan’s rod from between her lips, Lavonia cackled softly. “You’re right—it’s not fair to leave you out. You may come to my other side, and I shall take turns with the two of you.”

  Maven scarcely understood how she could become even more aroused, and yet as Lavonia hungrily wrapped her lips around Anglen’s thick tool while still tugging rhythmically on Ragan’s—all while Donnell kept fucking her, no less—she grew even more excited, her breasts and cunt feeling more and more swollen.

  As Lavonia shifted her attention from one cock to the other and back again, Ragan and Anglen caressed her ample breasts, and when the intensity of the maid’s moans increased, Maven didn’t know if it was from being caressed, or the actions of Lavonia’s mouth, or Donnell still pumping away at her with the cock she still didn’t think should fit in any woman’s cunt. However, when Ragan’s hand left Lavonia’s plump breast, drifting over her stomach, past her fiery pubic hair and into her gaping slit, it was clear the sobs that left her were caused by that one additional stimulation—to her clit.

  Touch yourself if you feel the urge.

  Oh Ares, Maven felt the urge. Somehow, watching Lavonia be touched in that special spot where she herself ached the most made her frustrations even worse.

  And she couldn’t deny it any longer.

  Almost without thought or decision, Maven closed her fingers around the hem of her dress and lifted it, higher, higher, over her thighs, higher still, until the soft leather skirting rested at her hips. Still riveted by the intensity of the lesson taking place, she sank her fingers into her hungry pussy. Instant relief shrouded her. She was so wet. So warm. Oh Ares, yes! She instinctually found her clit—the nub seemed huge against her stroking fingertips. She tore her gaze from Lavonia to glance briefly down, at her fingers in her wetness, at the little knob of pleasure she now knew by name. Then she lifted her gaze back to the lesson to find Donnell’s eyes on her.

  She wanted to look away but couldn’t. She took in his lustful expression, his huge cock pounding into Lavonia, the perspiration on his face. She could barely breathe, her breasts heaving, her pussy pulsing against her stroking fingers. Yes, yes, she was getting the hang of this now, perhaps because she was so driven by excitement, not even thinking about what would happen next, only pushing herself deeper and deeper into the throes of true passion—with her eyes, with her fingers. Oh yes!

  Lavonia bucked harder against Donnell’s cock and Ragan’s fingers. She’d abandoned sucking Ragan and Anglen’s shafts, but continued to tug at them both with her fists. “Oh, oh…” she sobbed, her cries taking on a desperate, reaching sound. “Oh, oh, oh—” And then her voice slowly climbed, higher in range, higher still, “Oh, oh,” until she let out a blood-stilling shriek that could be mistaken for nothing but sheer pleasure. She pumped her cunt harder, harder against Ragan’s touch and Donnell’s rod, crying out over and over.

  And in the midst of her wonder and pleasure, Maven realized something inside her was rising, too—just like Lavonia’s voice—higher and higher, as if reaching the peak of some impossibly tall mountain, and then…oh!

  She gasped at the spasms of pleasure that radiated through her pussy, and the next cries of joy she heard were her own, ringing high and reckless through the chamber. Oh Ares, how amazing! The thrum, thrum, thrum of her swollen flesh seemed to beat as hard as her heart did against her ribs.

  When the stunning sensations began to slow, then finally cease, Maven listened to her own labored breathing with shock. What had just happened? Clearly the same thing that had happened to Lavonia, but what was it?

  Maven blinked, realizing the lesson was still taking place. Although Lavonia’s cries of passion had quieted, her hands and cunt still worked all three cocks with wild enthusiasm. Only now, it seemed, it was the young men who were all beginning to grunt and moan.

  “I can’t take much more,” Donnell said through clenched teeth.

  “Then come,” Lavonia said, her voice flirtatious, seductive. “On me,” she added. “So Maven can watch.”

  Clearly, Donnell’s pleasure was rising in the same way her own had, Maven thought as she studied him. Ragan and Anglen’s pleas
ure, too, seemed heightened as Lavonia stroked them.

  Finally, Donnell pulled out, took his wet cock in hand, and aimed it toward Lavonia’s stomach. He pulled on his shaft once, twice, and as he released the deepest groan Maven had ever heard, an arcing shot of white fluid sprang from the tip of his erection, spattering Lavonia’s soft belly as the maid emitted another sigh of pure delight.

  Maven had barely recovered from her topple down the mountain of passion and couldn’t understand what she was seeing. What had just happened to Donnell?

  At just that moment, Ragan groaned and three spurts of the same white liquid sprayed across Lavonia’s breast and—oh!—Anglen erupted then as well, his fluid jetting in a straight line across Lavonia’s breasts and rib cage.

  Maven could only watch, gaping, mouth hung open.

  A moment later, as the three boys seemed to recover from the excitement, Lavonia let out a heavy breath. “As I suspected, I’m thoroughly exhausted.” She looked around, making eye contact with each young man. “But also thoroughly pleasured. You’ve done well tonight, dear boys.” Lastly, she shifted her gaze to Maven. “You, too,” she said with a wink.

  Maven knew immediately her maid was referring to whatever mind-blowing event she’d brought about with her madly stroking fingers. “What was that?”

  Lavonia smiled. “An orgasm. The apex of sexual pleasure. You’ll have many, my dear, and often.”

  Maven opened her eyes wider. This was to happen often? Could she stand it?

  Well, yes, looking back on it now, maybe she could.

  Biting her lip, she motioned toward the white fluid decorating Lavonia’s chest and below. “And what is that?”

  “Their seed. It shoots out when they come.”

  “Come?”

  Lavonia looked as tired as she’d just claimed and let out a long sigh. “Tomorrow night is for questions, Maven, just you and I. For now, rest and dream about the pleasure you’ve learned of. Tomorrow evening your Orientation will be complete, and then—then you will be given to your new husband.”

  Maven’s heart sank as Lavonia’s last words brought her briefly forgotten dread back to mind. Oh Ares, she was going to marry Dane of Rawley! Going to take his cock in her pussy and her mouth! Ares help me.