The awareness of Laene’s shaft, jutting into her shoulder as she slid her lips up and down Ralen’s length, filled her with an unexpected longing that took over much quicker than she could have imagined. So, after smiling up at her husband, she turned in the bed to face her other companion and didn’t hesitate to lick a long, wet path from the base of Laene’s rod to the tip.
As Laene moaned deeply, Ralen murmured, “Ares, vixen, you are lovely.” Now her husband’s hands sank into her hair, pulling it back, massaging her scalp, a sensation that added shockingly to her arousal.
She took Laene’s warm cock in hand, gently licking the tip, taking the bit of wetnessgathered there onto her tongue. She sought Ralen’s gaze, her desire blazing, until he said, “Yes, Teesia, suck him, too.”
The command from her husband drove her mouth down around the other man’s rod. Pleasantly large without being nearly as sizable as Ralen’s, it was a much easier fit in her mouth. But she didn’t attempt to take as much as she could, somehow wanting to
save such efforts for her master. Laene she sucked easily, delighting even further when Ralen moved down in the bed with her, curling in close behind her, kissing her neck, shoulder, caressing her breasts and nudging his cock at her cunt from the back.
She arched her ass to welcome him and he slid into her warmth beneath the tail, a
full, tight fit that made her groan around Laene’s shaft.
Ralen began to move in her, strokes that matched the ones she delivered with her mouth, and then his voice came hot in her ear. “Just as I desired for you, my lovely wanton, all your holes are filled.”
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Oh Ares, were they! Ralen’s cock moved deep in her pussy, and inside her it pushed up next to the toy that connected to her tail. Laene’s cock, sliding into hermouth, completed it, making her feel more well and fully fucked than she’d known a woman could.
“Let’s rise to our knees,” Ralen breathed in instruction and they all shifted until she was on her hands and knees between them, Laene kneeling before her, Ralen behind. He could fuck her deeper that way, she realized, and she experienced the faint wish to see the leather strands of her tail falling around his cock, where it entered her just beneath.
As Ralen’s thrusts grew harder, so did Laene’s, between her lips. As the men’s groans buffeted her from each end, she moaned around Laene’s cock, lost in the purepleasure of being fucked.
But she wanted more somehow—and yet, how could there be more?
“Fuck my ass,” she pulled away from Laene to plead over her shoulder to her husband. “Please fuck my ass. I want to feel you there.”
A low growl rumbled from him as his fingertips dug slightly into the sensitive flesh of her bottom. “No, vixen.”
“No?” For some reason, just now, she’d not expected his refusal.
“That’s mine alone, for later, when we’re by ourselves. This, now, is about filling you until you forget everything else but being filled.”
She almost told him she had forgotten everything else, but she supposed if she was still begging, she hadn’t been totally swept away by it all.
“Right now I want to fuck your warm, wet pussy,” he said, plunging into her, “while I watch Laene fuck your eager, pretty mouth, and while I know your filly’s tail fucks you just as deeply. I want you to feel everything.”
Just then, his hand dipped past her hip and underneath, his fingers catching around her clit and—oh! That, she realized, was the one more thing she needed so badly, the one other way she could be fucked. And as her husband rubbed her there, as she was fucked from the front and behind, the top and the bottom, fucked in every way she could conceive of, she got truly lost in it, deeply overwhelmed. Her world was, as Ralen had desired, about being filled. Stroked. Caressed. And now Laene even bent to massage her dangling breasts.
She moved against the two men’s cocks and hands, met everything they delivered, hungered for more. She closed her eyes, gave her body over to it in a whole new sort of surrender, and felt almost as if she were somewhere entirely new, being lifted to a higher plane. Maybe this was heaven. Ares knew it was the closest she’d ever come on earth.
And as Ralen’s hot fingers continued to stroke, stroke, in time with each driving thrust from the two cocks that entered her, she fell. She could have sworn her body physically toppled as she released Laene’s cock in time to scream the pleasure that pounded through her in great, engulfing waves of heat.
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She collapsed to the bed, no longer able to support herself on her weakened arms and legs, but Ralen stayed with her, still inside her, still thrusting, each hot strokeseeming to stretch her orgasm a little longer.
Without speaking, they rolled to their sides, back to their earlier position, and Teesia reached again for Laene’s shaft, pulling it back toward her lips. But soon hermouth grew too tired to continue, her body finally beginning to wear out from so much vigorous sex, so she urged him down, nestling the wet rod between her breasts, which she squeezed around him. Both men moaned at the sight and Laene began to slidebetween. One more way to be fucked.
Sated and exhausted, she still reaped grand pleasure from the two cocks, nowcrying out louder with each lovely assaulting thrust from both.
Soon, though, Laene’s moans overpowered hers, until he pulled back and shot warmly onto her breasts, jagged spurts of hot white fluid that both men immediately began to rub into her. Into the two mounds, caressing, massaging, and into the soft skin of her belly below—and she shut her eyes at the warm pleasure, until she realized Ralenwas close to exploding, too.
“Ah, Ares, now,” he said. “I’m coming for you, my vixen, coming so deep inside you.” His breath was ragged as he drove into her, four last brutal thrusts that she accepted with raw delight.
As Ralen slowly withdrew a moment later, she became vaguely aware that he was removing her tail, as well, but she was too exhausted to comment or care. As her eyes began to drift shut, Laene’s hands cupped her face and he bent to deliver a gentle kiss to her lips. “Your mouth took me to heaven, lady,” he said with a soft, appreciative smile.
She managed a grin back at him, then looked around to find her husband behind her. “You both took me to heaven. I could have sworn I saw Ares Himself.”
She knew nothing more then but the sweet sensation of seeming to sink deeper into the bed as her eyes fell shut and her master’s strong arms closed around her from behind.
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Later, after a long, luxurious nap, Ralen brought her sweet bread and chocolate and they ate in bed by candlelight. Once the food was gone, they settled into each other’s arms, but the candles stayed lit and Teesia found herself peering up at the two of themin the viewing glass above the bed.
“Will you tell me about Laene?”
Her husband leaned in from behind to kiss her neck, his arms circling warm beneath her breasts. The fur coverlet was pulled to their waists. “What would you like to know about him?”
“Is he your friend? Or does he work here at the fortress?”
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“Like Shaena, both. Although he was my employee before he became my friend. He hails from inland, the mountain country, and came south to seek a spot in my father’s army when he was but sixteen years old. My father doubted a boy so young could be an asset, but the man had no foresight. He was a…well, a narrow-minded, very flawed man.” Teesia saw something dark and faraway in his eyes as he spoke of his father, and she remembered what she’d learned about their relationship from Shaena. “I saw
immediately that Laene was smart and loyal, and that he could be a leader someday. Over time, we became close, and now he keeps my estate well-run and is my most trusted advisor when it comes to matters of fortification and security.”
“And when it comes to sharing your wife,” she said, giving him a soft smile over her shoulder.
He grinned. “To b
e clear, that was not for his benefit—it was for yours. And, I will
admit, mine, as well.”
“I know. And it was…exquisite. Beyond anything I’d ever imagined I could feel.”
“As I intended it to be.”
She met his gaze and bit her lip. “May I ask you something else?”
“Anything.”
She coquettishly lowered her chin, feeling oddly sheepish. “The Rituals of Passion—what you mentioned happens after the Maran Tiles—will you tell me what would have taken place?”
Her husband imparted a small smile. “You truly do not know?”
She shook her head.
“Well, it’s interesting you should ask just now, for maybe tonight was partly about that, partly about my fearing I deprived you of something you should have experienced.” Ralen went on to explain that the tiles left after the Maran game ended would have indicated a particular number of men, and certain stimulating acts they would have performed on her, all in order to ready her for her husband’s bed.
“Ah,” she said, surprised, but not shocked. Bella’s praise of the rituals had mentally prepared her something so extreme, she supposed.
“Are you sorry?” he asked. “That you did not get to experience it? You may be honest—I won’t be angry.”
Teesia considered her answer, then gazed lovingly at her husband. “No,” she said. “For what I have experienced at your hands has been…all the education or stimulation I could ever need. And I can’t imagine feeling the same connection with you if anything had happened differently.”
He grinned darkly. “Tonight, with Laene, did that add to the connection, too?”
She returned the smile. “You know it did. But now…” she said, looking into his
dark eyes.
“You need not continue, vixen. I know what you want. And I’m hard just knowing
how much you want it.”
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Responding with only a heated smile of anticipation, she turned away from himand arched her ass toward him in the bed. Like a moth drawn to a flame, his cock met
instantly with the hungry fissure of her anus and the tip slipped easily inside.
She groaned, and he whispered, “Your ass is so ready for me now, wanton, so welcoming. You have no idea what that does to me.”
“Tell me.” She wanted— needed—to know. For though she knew he desired her, he’d never really told her so in any sort of open, forthright way. She longed to hear it.
He pushed his shaft a little deeper, leaving them both to moan at the intense intimacy. His voice sounded strained. “It sets me on fire, from the inside out. And it reminds me…that I own you.”
She closed her eyes, overcome with heat. “Oh yes, my master, you own me.”
“Now you. Tell me how it feels, Teesia.” He pushed deeper, melding their bodies tighter within the snug confines of her ass.
“It feels,” she said, barely able to speak, “as if you are…intruding. As if you are someplace you should not be. Except…how can I explain this? It’s a most delicious intrusion, so amazing to me that you can be there, are there, fucking me in a spot I didn’t know I could be fucked. It feels…forbidden. But also perfect. This completes it all somehow—I truly could not feel more connected to you, Ralen.”
“I could come merely from your words, vixen,” he rasped, leaning in to kiss her neck, cup her breast.
“No,” she begged. “Please fuck me first. Make me feel you—more. Move in me.”
A week ago he would have punished her for the protest, the command, but now he only growled his heat and began to move his thick, hard cock in and out of the tight little passage. She met each impossibly delectable thrust, still awash in wonder that hewas inside her there, where he couldn’t possibly be, where he couldn’t possibly fit—and yet, where he belonged.
They both cried out at the intensity of the sensations and Ralen reached over her hip to press his fingers into her slick cunt. Teesia’s pleasure quadrupled, became mindless, boundless—like before, with both men, but somehow easier now, for all she had to do was lie there and receive it, take it into her, let it consume her.
When she came, it echoed through her whole being, her body jolting uncontrollably, and it seemed to take Ralen to the same place, as well. “I can’t holdback,” he growled.
“On me, not in me,” she begged.
And as he swiftly pulled out of her, she rolled to her back, watching— until hissemen arced across her belly and breasts in three mighty bursts of white.
Together, they massaged it into her skin, as she murmured, “Yes, rub it into me, make it a part of me, something I can keep, take inside me.” The warmth was like a sheath of wetness, something she could wear.
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Settling next to her a moment later, he nuzzled close and spoke slowly. “You do get to keep me, vixen, you know.”
Stunned at the thoughts suddenly pummeling her, even as she basked in the afterglow of heated sex, she looked up into his eyes. “Do I?”
“What do you mean?” His brows knit.
She shook her head uncertainly, trying to think how to explain. Be honest. Just tell him how you feel. She could do that now, without worry. “Somehow, deep inside me, Isuppose I feared that…well, the ultimate punishment would be to make me your willing slave and then to…abandon me.”
Ralen lay there, shocked by his wife’s words. He’d never even thought about… But then, certainly, there’d been a time when such a plan might have sounded like wonderful retribution to him if he had thought of it.
The notion took him back to the past, back to his old love, Banya, who’d taught him what true abandonment meant, and he found himself peering down into Teesia’s gentle, worried eyes, wanting nothing more than to calm her fears. “No, vixen, I would not do that to you.”
Even in dim candlelight, he saw the stark need within her gaze as she curled her fingers into his chest and said, “Really?”
He nodded. “You are mine…forever.”
As his young wife clutched at him, he wanted only to keep her safe, wrapped within his arms, until the end of time. Ares, but he’d not expected this—this strength ofemotion. Almost like…what he’d once felt for Banya. Such pure, strong need flowing through his veins—only different in that it came with a sureness, a contentment, a knowledge that she felt the same way and that nothing would ever part them. He lifted his thoughts heavenward and gave silent thanks to Ares for bringing this woman to him, and for making of their union so much more than he’d dreamed it could be.
That was his last thought before sleep took him—a good, deep sleep, his wife tucked warmly within his embrace—until the sun glancing through the window urged his eyes open. He gazed down on her sleeping form, so docile and sweet, so willing to please him.
He was sure now. Sure she had never given herself to another in any way. Sure she’d come to him pure of any touches other than his own.
As he ran his fingertips through her dark mane of hair, her blue eyes eased open, meeting with his. They exchanged a gentle smile that seemed to say their hearts were in the same place.
Amazing, he thought. He’d never expected his heart to be involved in this relationship. And even if he’d known it would be, he’d never imagined he would want to let her know it.
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“What does the day hold?” she asked with a youthful exuberance he’d not seen much of in her before. He supposed he’d never given her the chance to show him such a side of her personality.
He grinned. “What do you desire for the day, my little vixen?”
Her smile held pure devotion. “Whatever you desire.”
But he shook his head. He loved her sexual obedience and willingness to please him—he’d wanted that desperately and he’d gotten it—but he was just now realizing
that he didn’t want it to be a way of life for her outside of bed. He w
anted the real Teesia. He wanted to know the real Teesia. “No, what do you wish, my wife?”
She gazed lovingly up at him. “You don’t understand. I have no desires independent of you any longer. What you wish for me, I wish for myself. Your pleasure is my pleasure.”
Her words were like thunder rolling through him. Ares, but the depths of her affection, and his possession, went deeper than he’d even understood until now. She was his true, willing slave. And he loved her for it. But he wanted to love her for other things, too. “I treasure your obedience in sex, Teesia,” he explained, “but I wish to see other pieces of you, as well. Tell me. Tell me what else you wish other than to please me. Tell me what you wish purely for yourself.”
His wife rolled to her back, her delectable dark-tipped breasts settling slightly to either side as she peered upward, thinking. Finally, she turned to face him again, her expression brimming with sincerity. “If I had any wish,” she said, “it’s that you might somehow experience the true, deep, dark delights that I have, at your hand.”
He laughed softly. He’d truly created a sexual monster in his little wife. “That’s impossible, of course, vixen.”
“Is it? Why?”
He blinked, then looked dotingly into her eyes. “I love you, Teesia, and I wish to
make you happy in and out of the bedchamber — but in sex, my little vixen, only one
can be the master.”
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Over the coming weeks, life grew a bit more normal for Teesia. Her clothing wasfinally brought into the bedchamber and unpacked into a large wooden cabinet Ralen had had commissioned from a carpenter in the nearby village. Each morning, she dressed and left the room, learned her way around the fortress, and got acquainted withthe staff. For some meals, she and Ralen ate in the great hall, joined by guests—friends or workers in the fort. For others, they returned to their chamber and indulged in theirshared joy of combining food and sex.
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