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Hana still appeared belligerent. “How would fucking us make you any less ready?”

They clearly didn’t understand. He needed  to be in a full state of arousal when the ceremony occurred. His power had to be obvious,  his cock at its most majestic. “I prefer not to take  any chances,” he said. Marrying Enrick’s daughter was the first step to ruling Caralon one day. He would not have  anyone  doubt his strength in any area when he took possession of the girl.

“So you think it’s acceptable to tease and torture us, then send us away?” Hana asked.

“There are plenty of men outside this cart who would happily take my  place  between your thighs.”

Halsa sighed, looking distraught. “
No
 
man can take
 
your
 
place, Dane.”

Hana glanced worshipfully at his shaft, stretching up past his navel. “It’s true. You have the finest cock in all of Caralon.”

He chuckled lightly, turning to nibble at Halsa’s breasts where her furred bodice hung open. “Tried them all, have you?”

Hana playfully swatted at his arm, then turned more serious. “Will you still fuck us afterward? After you marry?”

He knew he could, of course. A man of  power could do most anything he wanted, and given that this was a marriage of gain  rather than affection, he  would be well within his rights to enjoy Enrick’s daughter  when he  felt the urge and to also take hispleasure with whatever other women he wished as well.

But his decision would depend on his bride. Maven. Enrick had described the girl as being beautiful but strong-willed. And if they pleased one another, he would lovenothing more than to  be faithful to her once they were wed. Yet Enrick had warned him that her strength might work against him,  too. “She’ll likely not be pleased with the match. You have a reputation.”

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He’d only laughed. He’d
 
worked
 
to earn that reputation, to make certain he was feared and revered. So he couldn’t blame Enrick’s firstborn if she wasn’t pleased by thematch  at  first.  He  only  hoped  she’d  come  to  see  that  as  long  as  she  kept  him  well-pleasured, they’d have  a happy, peaceful union.

“Well?” Halsa asked. “Will you?”

He considered lying, but decided on honesty instead. “It remains to be seen.”

Halsa coquettishly bit her lip, giving his cock a sensuous squeeze.  “I think you shall not be able to resist us, Dane,” she cooed.

Hana cast the same seductive look. “Enrick’s daughter might be the key to ruling  Caralon, but I wager her breasts are not as  firm and round as ours.” She rubbed them against his arm.

“Or that her pussy is as wet and hungry,” Halsa said, taking his hand and placing it

under the short fur skirt she wore.

“Or that her lips will feel as good around  your cock,” Hana added, and with that,  she rose to her knees, then turned  her body so  that her  head rested on his hip, her furcovered ass hovering near his cheek. “Are you tempted, lover?” She blew on his  erection as she spoke.

He let a satisfied smile take him. “I said I couldn’t fuck you, Hana. Not that you

couldn’t use your lovely lips to fuck
 
me
.”

Flashing a last predatory look, Hana lowered her sumptuous mouth over the head  of his cock. Now this was more like it
,
 
he thought, watching her go  down on him. And all it had taken was a little jealousy, a bit of  a  challenge — the twins against his bride-tobe.

Soon enough, Hana began to squirm as she  sucked him, finally lifting one knee overhis head. He could smell her warm cunt. Sliding his palms up the backs of her thighs, he pushed her skirt up over her ass and  gazed upon her open pussy, knowing shewanted him to lick.

Speaking of  challenges, this would definitely  be one. Taking her to  climax withoutcoming himself. But he felt stronger than he had with Rafia and Calla, perhaps
 
because
of his strength with them, so he drew her ass slightly downward, then sank his tongueinto her moist flesh.

Within moments, she was moaning around  his cock, writhing atop his face, whimpering her orgasm. And through it all, Dane held onto his sanity and kept his seed from bursting free.

“Now my turn,” Halsa said when her sister dismounted.

Ares above—he’d somehow forgotten the other twin was even there. But he  could hardly deny her, could he? Especially not when she was bending over him, suckling hiscock in a slow, sensual rhythm that made  him buck at her mouth. When she lowered her cunt over his face, he had no choice but to feast on her as well.

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Yet even as he took in her salty-sweet juices, even as she delivered one of the most skilled jobs of sucking he’d ever experienced,  he kept his sanity by thinking of Maven. Sweet, young, innocent Maven, who was probably having her Orientation even now.  He fervently hoped his young bride was paying close attention to her lessons.

Serve me well, sweet Maven, and my  cock will belong to you alone.

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Chapter Four

Maven barely slept that night, too anxious about the things she had witnessed andlearned, and the following day was equally as  long, waiting for  nightfall to come. She still dreaded sex with Dane of Rawley, but it  seemed the events she’d witnessed in her room between Lavonia and the three boys had her body primed for more.

When evening fell, she was sitting on the  floor, her legs spread  before a viewing glass. Studying herself by the light of the  candles situated about the room, she thoughtshe looked  a bit swollen there, and Ares  knew the entire area was filled with a new,almost agonizing sensitivity.
 
Should you wish to touch yourself, feel free.

Still peering into the pointed remnants of pasted glass, looking at  herself where shewas open and pink, she dared reach down one  solitary finger and rake it over  the littlenub Lavonia had called the clit. Her entire body jolted from the sweep of pleasure. Oh Ares—what was happening to her? She’d thought her pussy had burned and tingled before, but it had been nothing compared to  how she felt now. How was she to cope?

Just then the metal door-knocker  sounded.  Quickly pushing down  her short leather dress of pale brown, she leapt to her feet and scurried to answer. She yanked it open, fully expecting to find Lavonia on the other side—but instead encountered Donnell.

Tonight his hair was not pulled back, but hung mane-like around his handsome face. His eyes seemed to cut right through her in a way she felt in her cunt.

“Are you ready for tonight’s lesson, Maven?”

The very sound of his voice made her breasts feel heavy. “Y-yes.”

She stepped back to allow him entry, but he  only moved closer. “I shouldn’t tell you this, but I must.”

Her body went tense. “What?”

“I long for you.”

She flinched  and drew  back, stunned.

But his eyes only turned hot  and fiery. “I long to sink  my cock into your virgin pussy, Maven.”

“You know  you cannot!”

“Of course,”  he said, “but when Lavonia chose me to help in your Orientation and I  knew this was as close to you as I would ever come, I decided I would make my  feelings known.”

Her cunt seemed to flinch beneath her dress, and she hoped he couldn’t see the  response in her eyes. “What good  does it do to tell me of it?”

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His gaze was sensual, swallowing. “I was in the great hall  when your father announced  your betrothal. I saw how you  reacted—I know you’re afraid of Dane.”

What was his point? “And?”

“And I just thought…well, perhaps when  you’re with him and you’re feeling afraid, I thought maybe…you could think of me instead.”

She simply looked at him, not comprehending.

“You can imagine he  is me, sliding my shaft inside  you, or licking your lovely pussy. I thought that might be easier for you.  And if I, still here  in the fortress, could believe you were pretending it was
 
me
 
fucking you, well—it would be an honor.”

Maven stood flabbergasted. But she had no time to turn his words over in her head, nor even to make a response before Lavonia came whisking through the door, Ragan and Anglen  on her heels. “Ah, good, we’re  all here.” The buxom woman was practically aglow, her eyes lit with a fresh shot of arousal. “I’m anxious to  get started on  tonight’slesson, even though I fear it shall be very draining on me.”

“Lavonia, I don’t wish to do anything that you’d rather not. Surely there are other ways to orient me.”

But the maid was already shaking her head. “No, no, not another word. We shall stick to my original plan.”

“But—”

Lavonia smiled. “I’d do anything for you,  Maven, and that includes wearing  myself out by fucking these three lovely young men for you.”

And so it began.

“Take your place on your bed, dear girl,  and get comfortable, like last night,” her maid instructed. “Prepare to learn  the very greatest joys of sex.”

Maven did as Lavonia instructed, all  the while growing warmer beneath her leather. She remained shocked by  Donnell’s admission,  not  to  mention his suggestion—yet as she began to absorb it, she couldn’t  deny  it  held  appeal.  She  had  no  choice  inmarrying Dane and likely no choice in fucking  him, either—but if the man were truly as unbearable as she expected, perhaps it would ease her distaste a bit to envision  Donnell’s piercing blue eyes.

Just then, Lavonia reached down to undo  Donnell’s pants and seconds later his cockpopped free—as if it had a life of its own.  Maven flinched, then hoped no one had noticed. But when she looked up, she found Donnell’s gaze warm upon  her, even as  Lavonia began to fondle his engorged shaft. Maven barely knew whether to look at hiseyes or the raging pole that jutted through  her maid’s fist, but finally settled on the latter, not quite able to help herself. Oh Ares, but she was getting hot!

“This,” Lavonia said lovingly, looking down  on the hard rod in her hand, “is anerection.”

Maven let out the breath she hadn’t realized she was holding. “I thought it was a

cock.”

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Lavonia laughed, and Donnell looked amused  as well—although he only offered a small smile. “When the cock is big and hard  like this,” Lavonia explained, “it’s called anerection. Because, as  you can well see, it stands erect.”

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, downrightfrightening 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 toarc 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 shescrutinized his erection.

She couldn’t help noticing that Lavonia, too, seemed riveted by it. “I would muchlike 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 hipsmade her a study in curves. As the boys watched, she ran her large hands down overher 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 alow, 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.”