Rituals of Passion (17 page)

“Enter her,” Dane said in his deep, authoritative voice.

But when Skylar tried to push the shaft in, he immediately met resistance. Oh no—just as she’d feared, it was too big.

“Thrust until it opens her,” Dane instructed, his voice slightly softer. Then headdressed Maven. “Lay your head back against the chair and close your eyes, bride.  Relax and feel it, let it happen.” This time his voice was a low, steady hum, surprisingly relaxing in itself.

Maven’s breathing came heavy, but she tried to follow his direction—she closed her eyes and attempted to ascend once more to that cloud high up in the sky.

She concentrated on her breasts, on the  continued laving and licking Havlin and Galt so skillfully delivered. And when the gentle drive of the big clay cock met her cunt, she softly pushed back, sensing  that if she  tried to  help it  ease its way inside, it wouldfind a way to fit. Oh Ares, the tip of the rod was pushing, stretching her, stretching herwider. She gave no thought to stifling her moan  as it entered her. Her eyes stayed shut and she kept trying to sink deeper and deeper into the cloud, relax her body more and more as the gentle thrusts kept coming—and then finally… “Oh…oh!” she cried as the

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tool filled her. Its entry came with a brief burst of pain that disappeared as quickly as it

started.

She opened her eyes and met Dane’s lusty gaze. “Good. Now fuck her,” he said to

Skylar, still peering deep into her eyes.  “Fuck  her lovely virgin pussy for me.”

Like Van before him, Skylar began to  ease the shaft in and out, in  and out. It was so big—filling her, making her feel at once excited and weak. She couldn’t resist glancing down, watching it slide slowly into  her body and then back out again.

“That’s right, my little bride,” Dane said, his voice low and prodding once more.  “Watch that cock slide into your cunt. Watch the way you take it in.”

She did, getting lost in the slow rhythm, in the way it filled her.

The men at her breasts stopped suckling her to watch, as well, but their handscontinued to caress and tweak her.

How much more?
 
she longed to ask.
 
How much more of this must I  take?
 
The rituals were at once thrilling and frustrating.  She wanted to —what had Lavonia  called it? Coming. Yes, she wanted to come.
 
Needed
 
to come. Needed it like she needed to breathe.  But as the clay shaft slipped in and out of  her, the movements growing easier as the scintillating minutes passed, coming did not feel particularly near. The pleasure was thick, but coming felt distant.

Because of  her clit, she supposed.  Lavonia  had explained that it was stimulation to the clit that gave a woman an orgasm.

She was tempted to reach down and touch herself, as she had during her Orientation. After all this wild arousal, coming would be such a joyous relief. But shesensed that  she was not to add to  her own  stimulation, and fear of being reprimanded by Dane in front of everyone kept her from being so bold.

“Melton, fuck her with the last cock,” Dane said.

When Skylar extracted the shaft he’d pushed  into her, the loss was excruciating, so much that she whimpered. Dane sat with his  chin perched atop one fist, looking utterly titillated by her distress.

When Melton, a muscular man with pale skin  and thick raven hair, came forth with a still bigger instrument, Maven feared  he would never get it inside her.
 
But if he does, oh, the pleasure.
 
The thought seemed to make her pussy bloom with fresh moisture and she hoped it would aid the entry. She felt her hips rising, almost involuntarily, toward the tool even before it was poised in place.

Dane let out a hearty laugh. “Don’t make  my greedy little wife wait. Give her what she hungers for.”

After swiftly immersing the huge cock—as  big as Donnell’s, she thought—into theslippery substance, handsome Melton pushed  the tip of it against her wet opening. To her joy, the  head gained  immediate entrance, making her softly cry out.

The dark-haired man gazed upon her cunt as  if he took his task very seriously, and his eyes there, combined with the heated sensation brought on by Dane’s intense stare,

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made her hotter and wetter still. She took advantage and pushed herself deeper onto the clay shaft. Even Dane let out a small sound of pleasure at that, and the knowledge  filled her with a deep desire she couldn’t quite comprehend.
 
He wants me too.  I excite him just as much  as he excites me.
 
She’d known that before, of  course,  but to elicit such a  reaction from a man so  very much  in control of everything made her
feel
 
his desire.

Melton pushed the enormous tool deeper  against her with light but determined thrusts as Havlin and Galt alternated between kissing her nipples and stopping to watch her being fucked below.

And then it was in her, all the way, and  she cried out at how very full her pussy had just become, and she thrust at it, warm and deep, as she pressed Havlin and Galt’sheads back toward her breasts, needing their laving now more than ever. Her head fellback, her eyes shut, as she took the large rod, as she fucked it with all the enthusiasmshe’d learned from Lavonia.
 
Lost.
 
That was the only word that described how she felt.  Lost to the lust. Lost to  the sensation. Lost  to the moment, lost to the Rituals of Passion.

Lost to Dane…and his desires.

“Kells, you may begin now,” Dane said.

“Do you wish me to stop?” Melton asked,  still meeting her thrusts with the hard

shaft.

“No. Just step to the side so that Kells will have room to work.”

Oh, thank Ares! She had no notion of what Kells  might add to the mix, but shecouldn’t have been more thrilled  to hear that  this cock was not being taken away from her. She lay back in the chair as  much as possible, allowing  her  hips to  lift more eagerly against it.  Yes, oh yes, so good—but  she still wanted more, wanted to come. Desperately.

Melton shifted to one side, still driving the  clay shaft into her as Kells knelt between her thighs.  He studied her pussy for a moment, watching the thrusting tool  go in  andout, then bent over her, leisurely raking his tongue across her clit.

She practically howled with pleasure, the response drawing more moans from the

crowd,  then  watched  as  Kells  licked  her once more, sending the same hot delight  blasting through her.

With Kells’ warm, sensuous tonguing, Maven’s pleasure climbed to a new level, such as she  couldn’t even have imagined  a few moments ago. Four men worked for her  sensual joy and she felt every bit of their attention. Her  hips ground against Kells’ able  tongue and Melton’s clay shaft as she arched her breasts against the two mouths that  suckled her. The tight leather encasing her from  ribs to hips  moved against her skin as she writhed, and the  leather choker at her  neck rubbed the tender skin there as she  thrust against tongue and tool.

She would come soon.  She would  come in front of all these strangers and it would be the most joyous, fulfilling moment of her  life. Oh, how she wanted to come for them now, how she suddenly relished their eyes upon her, just like Dane’s.

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It was then, for the first time, that she allowed herself to look out on the crowd, not just as a vague sea of faces, but as  individual people who seemed  to enjoy her pleasureas  much  as  she  did.  Some  of  them  were fucking now—she caught sight of a naked woman bent over at the waist, the fur-clad man behind her driving against her with hard thrusts. She spotted several women  caressing their own breasts—some bared, others still covered by scant leather or  fur—and she recognized Tally on her knees, licking Anya’s pussy under her white dress as  Anya watched the stage. In other spots in the room, she saw couples kissing ravenously, sometimes whole groups  of peopletouching and kissing each other.  A plump,  pretty girl  had undone her dress down to her waist and had two  men suckling her breasts, just as Maven did.

Oh Ares, it  was too much excitement.  Or—rather—just enough. Her orgasm drew nearer with each pass of Kells’ hot tongue over her swollen clit. She bit her lip andwatched him lick her.  Thought—
Watch me, Dane. Watch me being licked and fucked. Feel my pleasure. Feel how deep it runs.

Soon, by Ares, so soon.

She thrust, thrust, thrust against Kells’ skilled mouth, and  then, to her utter sobbing delight, he locked his mouth tight around the tiny knob  at the top of her cunt and began to suck.

Maven’s eyes nearly rolled back  in her head. “Mmm…ah, yes…oh…” she purred.

She fucked  the shaft harder,  fucked Kells’ mouth harder.
 
Watch  me, Dane.  Watch me

come.

And then the drumbeat that had pulsed through the entire ritual ceased.

All three men’s mouths  left her as did the large clay cock.

She whimpered in shock at the incredible loss.

What…wh-why had they stopped?
 
Just when she’d been so close to ecstasy! She groaned her frustration for all to hear, only  then realizing that most in the room were far more caught up in their own heated activities than in hers. They all continued totouch and fuck and sigh and moan—they all continued to seek their ultimate joy. Even Kells had already drawn to him the same woman Maven had seen him with in thegarden yesterday, and the other  men had quickly found willing partners or fallen intoone of the many straining, writhing groups that filled the heat-laden room.

And there she sat, legs spread upon her  throne, and the only person watching her now was Dane. His smile was at once teasing and feral as he grazed his palm up the immense column pressing insistently against the front of his pants.

“Are you ready for
 
this
 
cock now, bride?”

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Chapter Eleven

Finally
,
 
Dane thought,  his eyes pinned on  her. Finally, some relief for his cock—and it would come in the ripe and ready pussy of  his new bride. It was a miracle he’d lasted through the Rituals of Passion, but it was just  as big an achievement that he’d surviveda perpetual hard-on all these days while waiting for this moment to arrive.

Maven didn’t answer him, but he barely  noticed. He’d never seen a more eroticsight than the way she  sat before him, her legs  parted to reveal her lovely pink cunt, her beautiful breasts plump, nipples  dark and erect,  all of it framed in the black leather he’d chosen for her.

Part of him was driven to take her right here. For Ares’ sake, no one else who’d attended the rituals had bothered seeking out privacy—a veritable orgy took place around them  and it was delectably tempting  to become part of the wild debauchery.

But this was his wedding night,  and she  was his virgin bride. Despite what she probably thought, he did have a little reverence for propriety, and a
 
lot
 
of reverence—in fact—for tradition.  So  in keeping with the tradition, he would take her virginity in abed, in a very special bed at that, which he’d  been saving just for this occasion. He’d saved it for far too long to forsake it now.

Pushing to his feet, he stepped down from  his platform and circled past a fellowwho lay on his back being ridden by one woman, having his face fucked by another. Never taking his gaze off his sensual new wife, he ascended the stage and bent to scoop her into his  arms.

Rather than attempting to carry her through the crazed orgy, he exited out a back door into  the garden,  the cool  night air wafting over them. Neither spoke as  he walked,  Maven in his arms, but he felt the  hunger emanating from them both.

He was instantly glad he’d left the room, glad he would take her to a private bed.  As enjoyable as the sacred rites of passion had been, he suddenly—vehemently—didnot want to  share her. Her pussy was his now, forevermore, never to be touched or kissed by another man.

Reaching down to open a large, arched door, he carried his bride back  into the fortress and up a wide set of stairs. At the top lay a set of double doors. He kicked them open and carried her into the large master  chamber he’d never used until now. Walking to the bed, he lowered her onto the expensive silken brocade coverlet. Then he simplystood back to look, to enjoy once  more the naughty vision she made.

“What…now?” she asked, her voice gone shy.

He didn’t answer, simply kept his gaze on  her as he walked about the bed, studying her from different angles. Her breasts were  even more beautiful than he’d expected—

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large and round with big hardened nipples the color of a faded rose. Despite his wealth,  her pussy was the first he’d ever had the pleasure of seeing without hair, and the sight  of that part of her bared—for him—was enough to drive him wild. Oh yes, they would keep it that way. He would keep massive  supplies of the hair-removal paste, for he wanted her cunt to be this bare and smooth always.

Only when she reached down to begin  undoing the hooks on  her  boots did  he speak. “Leave them on.”