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The very idea was shocking. Maven didn’t  believe a word of it, but she could see arguing was worthless, so  didn’t bother replying.

“Now,” Lavonia said, turning her ravenous gaze on the  hard  flesh in her  grip,  “you will watch and learn one of the best ways to  pleasure your man.” Starting at  the bottom,the maid dragged her  tongue up Anglen’s cock in a long, languid lick that  made him shiver in response. Maven’s pussy trembled  as well. What on earth was Lavonia doing?

Next, she licked the very tip of the cock,  raising her passion-filled gaze to Anglen’s as she swirled her tongue around the knob  on the end.  Maven bit her lip, stunned.

“When you  bring your mouth to your man’s cock,” Lavonia said, clearly addressing her  even  though  her  gaze  stayed  on  the  boy  “t,  hink  of  it  as  the  most  delicious  feastyou’ve ever had.”

With that, she lowered her entire mouth over  Anglen’s shaft. It was all Maven could do not to gasp. She watched, dumbfounded,  and prepared to ask questions—but just as quickly, she realized Lavonia’s full attention focused on Anglen now as she worked on him, moving up and down, up and down,  until Anglen began moaning, thrusting his hips lightly toward Lavonia’s receptive mouth.

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Should you wish to touch yourself, feel free.
 
Lavonia’s words came back to Maven as she realized her aching pussy begged for her  caress while she watched her maid toilingaway. But she felt too  shy with the three boys  in the room—despite that their collective attention seemed centered on Lavonia’s mouth.

Anglen’s groans grew deeper, more agonized. Strange, this pleasure-pain, Maven thought.  Although the more she witnessed of  it, the more she understood it was an
exquisite
 
sort of pain, inextricably tied to the  same deep  satisfaction her own deprivedbody sought.

“Mmm, suck me,” Anglen rasped. “That’s so  good. Don’t stop. Don’t stop.” Anglen  now held Lavonia’s head, curling his fingers into her thick red hair, pushing into  her mouth.

Maven already knew she did not wish to do  this with Dane of Rawley or any other man, for that matter, yet still…watching the  act was even more exciting than  what she’dwitnessed in the kitchen. The cock was  so incredibly…prominent. Commanding. At once frightening and thrilling.

To Maven’s surprise,  Lavonia seemed not to mind  Anglen’s growing thrusts between her lips, nor his hands, now pulling  her head down onto his pole-like tool.  Instead, she looked at him with fire in her eyes, making him so  wet that it could be heard amid their moans.

Maven sensed the tension in  the room rising, rising—just as when she’d begun rubbing her pussy the other day only  to be  interrupted—until finally Anglen said, “Now! Now!”

His plunges into Lavonia’s mouth were wild, uncontained, his face wrenching as his deep, throaty groans filled the air. Even  as she kept her mouth over him, Lavonia looked replete with pleasure.

A few seconds later,  Anglen’s body went still and silence returned, and  as Lavoniafinally withdrew her mouth from his cock, Maven was struck at once by how slick and shiny the rod looked, how deeply pleased  Lavonia appeared, and how shimmery-wet her lips remained. The maid gave her head a light shake, as if coming back to herselffrom someplace far away. “I should have pulled back, let her see him come,” she murmured to herself. Then she sighed happily. “Ah well, time enough for that still.”

Anglen nearly collapsed  into a nearby chair  as Lavonia turned to Maven, still on her knees. “That,” she said, “is how you properly suck a man’s cock.”

“You were sucking?”

Another of Lavonia’s chuckles bit into the air. “Well, sometimes yes, sometimes no.  Either way, the man is excessively  pleased to  be in your mouth—trust me on this. Thereare three keys to successful cocksucking,” she went on, holding up  three fingers. “The first is inventiveness. You want to lick  him up, down, around, any way you can think of. The second is enthusiasm. You want your  man to see you’re eager to take his rod  inyour mouth. And the last is submission. When  the time comes that he wants to thrust

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his cock between your lips, same as he  would if it were your pussy, you meet his  thrusts and take him as deep as you can.”

Maven tried to gather her thoughts, but one overrode  them all. “What if I don’t  wish to do this at all?”

Lavonia tilted her head, as if in  disbelief. “My dear, cocksucking is a pure joy.  Intimidating the  first time, perhaps, but trust me, you’ll relish the opportunity to takeyour man’s shaft in your mouth.”

Maven remained unconvinced. “And if I don’t?”

Her maid looked unrepentant, scolding her. “You must. If you want to keep your man happy.”

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 afeather-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 thetwo 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 simpleglance from a young man she’d known all her life—it sped even faster.

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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 theprotuberant nub at the  top of the maid’s pussy.

“That lovely little bump,” Lavonia said,  her voice quivery, “is my clit. Many partsof 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  partof 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 herpinkness, 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’tyou?” 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’smouth. 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 achedmadly. 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.

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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 littlemore 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 asimilar 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 toospent 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.”

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Hana’s expression turned to stone as she withdrew her  touch. He’d forgotten howdemanding the twins could be, something he usually enjoyed, but tonight it  might be aproblem.

“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, creamybreast.

“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.

“I must be ready for the Giving Ceremony  when we reach Enrick’s fortress,” he explained.