“Is it possible to breed that many horses? I mean, they are rare.”
“It takes care to breed them, certainly,” he explained. “But I believe that in the Before Times there were possibly a great many more horses than we might expect. By working to breed them in a controlled atmosphere, I believe I can produce a bounty of strong, healthy animals. It may sound unlikely, but I don’t believe anyone has ever tried before, at least not in our age—and that this is why they remain rare. I intend to prove it can be done, and to make the horse a powerful force in keeping Caralon intact always.”
His wife’s admiring expression filled him with unexpected pride. He didn’t need her veneration to hold up his sense of dignity, and yet…he simply liked it. Liked knowing she might think he was intelligent, industrious…strong…brave.
“Can you gallop?” he asked, feeling the urge to take Charger racing up the beach with Teesia at his side.
She smiled. “Yes, I’m not afraid.”
He gave her a playful look. “Never for long anyway,” he said, thinking of their sex.
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Her answering smile seemed to say she understood where his thoughts had gone. “Race you,” she challenged, then put heels to Vixen’s side as she slapped the reins against the sorrel’s neck.
He could have easily overtaken her at any time, but for some reason did not—hesimply came up even with her and enjoyed the wind in his hair and his wife’s presence as they sped up the beach, side by side.
It was only when they’d slowed the horses back to a gentle trot that he saw thecoquettish way his wanton bit her lip as she stole a glance at him. He couldn’t help thinking it meant she was hungry for him, which set his skin prickling with fresh lust. “What are you thinking about, vixen?” he asked, his voice going slightly deeper.
“That I forgot what happens whenever I ride at a gallop.”
He tilted his head, puzzled. “What’s that?”
She might be young, but when her blue eyes met his, she wore the determined expression of a full-fledged woman. “My pussy begins to tingle.”
He grinned as his cock stiffened in response. “This happens often, does it?”
“Well, I’ve not had the chance to ride at a gallop often, but on the occasions I have…”
“And what did you do about it?” It was not an accusation—he simply wondered what she would say.
She softly shook her head. “Nothing. I suffered. And wished.”
“And later touched yourself when you were alone?” he offered softly.
Looking halfway between sheepish and aroused, she nodded. “Once, last summer, the need was so great that I simply snuck off to a corner of my father’s stables.”
“And now?”
“The need is great again, my husband. My master.” Her voice grew warmer with
each word. “My pussy is so swollen, wet. It aches for you.”
“Show me ”
, he said as they continued riding side by side up the quiet, empty beach, the only other sound that of the rolling tide. “Lift your skirt.”
Closing her hand around the leather that already rode high on her thigh, she raised it until he could see her cunt, pressed against the horse’s spine. As if anticipating his next command, she leaned back to give him a much better view, and indeed, her lovely flesh was parted, the inner pink folds glistening for him. His cock went so hard he feared it would burst the lacings on his pants.
“Do not fear, my wanton,” he told her, casting his most devilish smile. “I shall take care of that hungry little ache on the ride back to the fort.”
Being her master was a powerful and fulfilling indulgence, but mutual lust was good, too, and the look they exchanged indicated they both wanted the same thing— badly. Ralen instructed Teesia to join him on Charger’s back, and once she was straddling the horse between his thighs, he tied Vixen’s reins to his, so the pretty sorrel would follow along.
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“Lean,” he told her as Charger walked slowly up the coastline, heading toward home. He smoothed his hands up her thighs, under her skirt, and onto her ass, urging her forward. She arched her body against the horse’s mane, locking her feet around Ralen’s leather-clad calves until the enticing inner flesh of her cunt was visible to him.
Something inside him shuddered at the sight. This part of her body was certainly not new to him, so his reaction struck him as odd—but perhaps it was the giving, the way she so freely wanted, the notion that this particular liaison had been of her instigation. That had never happened before. He’d never given it a chance to happen.
“So lovely,” he murmured without forethought. He meant her pussy, but also all of her. Every hair on her head, every inch of her flesh. The way her fingers curled into the shiny black fur on Charger’s neck. The soft, pretty sigh that met his words.
“You do like the way I look there,” she purred, reminding him of their conversation about his cunt obsession just last night with Shaena and Laene.
“I like the way you look everywhere, wanton,” he assured her, “but yes, I do like the way you look there.”
With one hand, he began to loosen the lacings that would free his hungry cock andwith the other he began to touch her. Two fingers slipped easily into her wet, warmpassage, making her let out a deep, heated moan. He relished watching her pussy clench around them, her widened asshole spreading slightly as she moved against him.
As soon as his shaft sprang free, he replaced his fingers with it, sliding it slow,smooth, deep into his vixen’s welcoming cunt. They both groaned at the connection and he found a pleasing rhythm that matched the horse’s gait. He looked down between them, watching the eager way her body took him, all of him, every hard inch, and longed to fuck her even deeper.
That was impossible, but he could fuck her more, in another way. Very easily. Heslid two fingers into the open fissure of her ass and she cried out, “Oh master, yes!”
“Like that, do you?”
“So much.” Her voice was a mere breath on the wind. “I even…”
“What, vixen? You what?”
“I even miss my tail.”
He felt the words deep in his gut as he continued the slow, firm fuck in both openings. “Miss being my filly, do you?” he said, more gratified than he could have imagined.
“Yes,” she admitted. “I miss the way you watch me when I walk about the room wearing it. I miss the hot look in your eyes. When you look at me that way, the tail feels better and better, making me want to be filled there even fuller.”
Her words sizzled through his blood and for a moment, he feared he would come. But he hissed in a deep breath and got hold of himself, even as he slid his fingers deeply in her anus, even as he resumed the slow drive of his cock. He leaned near to whisper
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low in her ear. “We shall remedy that, vixen, for your ass is well stretched now, stretched enough for me to fuck you there.”
She looked over her shoulder, clearly stunned. “With your cock? You can fuck me there with your cock?”
He couldn’t help kissing her, bringing his mouth down hard on hers before moving it back to her delicate ear. “Yes, wanton, with my cock. That’s what we’ve been working toward, stretching your ass, opening it for me. My cock will stretch it even farther, but you can take it now.”
Her eyes shone with heated wonder. “I would love that, master.”
“Then you shall love it now,” he whispered and, withdrawing both fingers and shaft from her, he repositioned slightly until the tip of his rod poked at her ass. Already, her breath trembled with anticipation, so he didn’t hesitate—taking his wet cock in hand, he pushed and guided it until he sank partway in.
“Oh Ares!” she cried, her eyes falling shut before him.
“Does it feel good?” Although he’d succeeded in teaching her that sometimes pain was an aid to sex, on this particular occasion, he
wanted to bring her nothing but pleasure. Intense, overwhelming pleasure.
Her answer was little more than a moan, but her nod told him what he needed to know, and also urged him deeper into her, feeling the tight, tight walls of her anal passage hug him as it accepted his entry.
Ares, so tight, so snug—he could climax in a heartbeat if he desired. But he didn’t desire it—he wanted to fuck her, wanted to make her feel it deep, make her scream, deliver her to an ecstasy so profound that she lost herself in it.
More than half of his length in her now, he drew back slightly, aroused by the warm slide of cock against flesh, that welcoming, embracing flesh. When he drove firmly back in, she cried out once more, her body prone against the horse now, arms wrapping about its thick withers, head pressed fully into the mane.
He drove again—slick, warm, tight—and she screamed with a joy he felt shuddering through her body.
No more going slow, for he knew they both needed it faster now, harder. His vixen’s ass was ready for him, ready for what he wanted to give her, so he began to fuck her in earnest, both of them moaning at each plunge into that once-tiny opening that now took his giant cock so amazingly well.
Charger’s gait increased—he didn’t trot, but moved faster, driven by their moves. As Ralen wished, she was lost in it—he could see it in her face, hear it in her cries—and Ares help him, he was lost, too. Pleasure saturated him from head to toe, and thank Ares the horse knew his way, for Ralen had long since forgotten to guide him. His hands curled around to massage her breasts through the thin fur that covered them as she lifted her ass to meet each thrust until she was moving faster, faster—and he realized only a second before she screamed that she was on the verge of coming from rubbing her pussy against Charger’s back.
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The spasms moved through her body like an earthquake he could feel rumbling against his thighs, hands, shaft. “Ah, Vixen, you’re making me come, too!” he yelled,then let it go, his hot semen emptying deep inside her perfect ass as the depth ofpleasure forced his eyes shut, shook his body just as it had shaken hers, left him weak and replete with it in a way he’d never been before.
He lay warm against her back for a long moment after the tremors had passed, then finally leaned to whisper playfully in her ear, “I think Charger made you come.”
She turned to look in time for him to catch her blush. “No, master, believe me when
I say it was all you.”
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That night, back in their chamber, Teesia paraded about the room, her tail swaying proudly behind her, swishing against her ass.
Ralen lay on the bed on his side, propped on one elbow, watching. Both were nakedand his cock stood at full attention, drawing Teesia’s eyes. She wanted him like never before.
Today, on the horse, their sex had been…something new, something so powerful she couldn’t have imagined it had she not experienced it. She’d known she loved her big brute of a husband before today, but she’d never felt such love coming back to her as she had when they’d climbed onto Charger together.
Now, the culmination of love and want and raw, feral lust roared through her, somehow only strengthened by what they’d shared on the beach, like a storm that gainspower the more it swirls.
“Bend over,” he told her when her back faced him, and she did so. “Now wiggle your ass.”
It was a game they played and it excited her as much as it pleased him. She shimmied her bottom just as he’d asked.
“Very good. Now raise back up —slowly.”
She rose and turned to face him, sensually running her hands over her body, feeling her own soft curves, tweaking her stiff nipples. He smiled darkly in response. “Very nice, wanton. Pinch them again.”
She pinched and twirled for him, letting the sensation melt through her flesh and down between her thighs.
“Is your pussy wet?”
She nodded. “Yes, master. Very. I’m afraid my juices will roll down my thighs
soon.”
He chuckled lustfully. “Now that I would like to see.” Then he met her gaze. “Drag
your middle finger up through your cunt, then come and let me suck it dry.”
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Another blaze of hunger burned through her as she stroked herself while he watched, then padded to the bed. He reached for her hand and she suffered a new, brutal rush of heat as his warm, wet mouth closed around her dampened finger.
It was then that a knock came on the door, and Teesia flinched. No one ever
knocked on their door, let alone late at night. Her first thought was that something must be wrong, Ralen must be needed for something important—but his expression never wavered as he said, “Answer the door, slave.”
She blinked, then glanced down at her nudity. “Like this?”
He nodded, delivering his usual wicked grin. “Yes. Like that.”
Teesia didn’t know what to think, her skin prickling with nervousness as she walked slowly to the door. She pulled in her breath warily—until she saw Laene on theother side.
His eyes glittered with lust. “You look as tantalizing as ever, Lady Teesia.”
Given her high degree of arousal, his hungry gaze only added to it, making her nipples seem to pucker tighter, her cunt seem to weep still more freely.
As Laene stepped in and closed the door, then started to unlace his brown leather pants, Teesia began to understand, but she still looked to Ralen for confirmation.
“I have one last longing to fulfill with you, vixen,” he said.
“And it is?”
He smiled, dark and determined. “I want to see you take two cocks. I want to see
you with every lovely opening on your body…filled.”
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Chapter Eight
The suggestion at once thrilled and frightened Teesia. She should not be afraid, she knew—for Ralen had never brought her anything but pleasure, even when it came with a bit of pain—and yet, the notion took her aback. Both Ralen’s cock and Laene’s? Ralen’s was so powerful that sometimes it seemed amazing to her that she could take
his alone.
“Come to me, vixen,” he said, looking as if he saw her mixed emotions. “Lie down
with me.”
She went to the bed as instructed, joining Ralen there, letting his big, masculine body curve around hers. His breath warmed her ear as he spoke low and potent. “Do not fear it. You shall relish it.”
When he drew back, locking his dark gaze on hers, she asked the question that
burned in her mind. “Is that a command?”
“It’s a promise.” With that, he kissed her, one large hand closing possessively over her breast, the other snaking around her waist to wrench her to him so that his shaft nestled hard against her clit, stretching prominently upward between them.
“Oh Ares, I crave your cock,” she purred without planning, then opened her eyes to find his twinkling with pleasure. Their faces were not an inch apart. “But another?” she whispered, lips trembling. She didn’t want to hurt Laene’s feelings—the memory of his touches and kisses still burned hot in her mind—yet her trepidation stayed in place.
“Yes, vixen, another.” Her husband’s voice came as warm and dark as the chocolate he’d given her days ago. “Trust me.”
Her husband was asking for her trust. Seeking her faith. Not simply ordering her to do something.
Perhaps it was still an order and she was hearing it wrongly, or perhaps she read too much into his voice, but she couldn’t help feeling that he wanted her to enter into this freely, believing in him to bring her only pleasure.
And so she did, for how could she not?
With the simple decision, everything inside Teesia seemed to open—her mind, her body—and all worries dissipated. “Oh Ralen, I do. I trust you.”
His small, warm smile was her reward.
And it
was only after Ralen resumed his hot, deep kisses, only after she was so consumed by them that she’d nearly forgotten what was to happen…that she felt new hands, touching her from behind. Laene’s hands.
One caressed her bare hip and slid smoothly up her side as the other warmly began to massage her shoulder, then her neck. As Ralen pulled her leg up, urging her knee
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over his waist, he reached to stroke the round flesh of her ass as Laene’s palm moved around to cup her breast, the nipple fitting neatly between his first two fingers.
When Ralen’s fingertips dipped down into her pussy from behind, she moaned at the raw pleasure. And when Laene’s kiss pressed soft on her shoulder, his cock coming to rest in the crevice of her ass, jutting up into the root of her tail, she knew, that quickly, that she was lost to the overpowering delights the two men would deliver. So she gave herself into it, body and soul. No more thoughts—only actions, only sensation.
Instinct led her to kiss her way down her husband’s broad chest and stomach until she was able to flick the tip of her tongue over his majestic cock. She smiled up at Ralen, and when Laene’s hands came into her hair, holding the tresses back so they could both watch her, she shifted her gaze to him, utterly unafraid now. Already, as Ralen had promised, relishing it.
She took her husband’s shaft full in her mouth, as deeply as her throat would allow.
She wanted to fuck him that way as well as she could, and delighted in the groans heissued from above. “Yes, sweet vixen,” he said darkly, “suck your master’s cock.”
She worked vigorously, looking up at both men from time to time, making sure they watched her, for she wanted their eyes on her, wanted them to see how much joy she took in her task. She’d grown more skilled with sucking him in the past days andhoped he could feel that as well as see it.
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