Rituals of Passion (8 page)

She gasped at the spasms of pleasure that radiated through her pussy, and the next cries of joy she heard were her own, ringing high and reckless through the chamber.
 
Oh  Ares, how amazing!
 
The thrum, thrum, thrum of her swollen flesh seemed to  beat as hard as her heart did against her ribs.

When the stunning sensations began to slow, then finally cease, Maven listened toher own labored breathing with shock. What  had just happened? Clearly the same thingthat had happened to Lavonia, but what was it?

Maven blinked, realizing the lesson was still  taking place. Although Lavonia’s cries of passion had quieted, her hands and cunt still worked all three cocks with wildenthusiasm. Only now, it seemed, it was the young men who were all beginning to grunt and moan.

“I can’t take much more,” Donnell said through clenched teeth.

“Then come,” Lavonia said, her voice flirtatious, seductive. “On me,” she added.

“So Maven can watch.”

Clearly, Donnell’s pleasure was rising  in the same way her own had, Maven thought as  she studied him. Ragan and Anglen’s pleasure, too, seemed heightened as Lavonia stroked them.

Finally, Donnell pulled out, took his wet  cock in hand, and aimed it toward  Lavonia’s stomach. He pulled on  his  shaft once, twice, and as he released the deepest groan Maven had ever heard, an arcing shot of white fluid sprang from the tip of hiserection, spattering Lavonia’s soft belly as  the maid emitted another sigh of puredelight.

Maven had barely recovered from her topple down the mountain of passion and couldn’t understand what she was seeing. What had just happened  to Donnell?

At just that moment, Ragan groaned and  three spurts of the same white liquid sprayed across Lavonia’s breast and—oh! —Anglen erupted then as well, his fluid jetting in a straight line across  Lavonia’s breasts and rib cage.

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Maven could only watch, gaping, mouth hung open.

A moment later, as the three boys seemed to  recover from the excitement, Lavonia let out a heavy breath. “As I suspected, I’m  thoroughly exhausted.” She looked around,making eye contact with each young man. “But  also thoroughly pleasured. You’ve done well tonight, dear boys.” Lastly,  she shifted  her gaze  to Maven. “You, too,” she said with a wink.

Maven knew  immediately her maid was referring to whatever mind-blowing event

she’d brought about with her madly stroking fingers. “What
 
was
 
that?”

Lavonia smiled. “An orgasm. The apex of  sexual pleasure. You’ll have many, mydear, and often.”

Maven opened her eyes wider. This was to happen
 
often
? Could she stand it?

Well, yes, looking back  on it now,  maybe she could.

Biting her lip, she motioned toward the  white fluid decorating Lavonia’s chest and below. “And what is
 
that
?”

“Their seed. It shoots out when they come.”

“Come?”

Lavonia looked as tired as she’d just claimed and let out a long sigh. “Tomorrownight is for questions, Maven, just you  and I. For now, rest and dream about the pleasure you’ve learned of. Tomorrow evening your Orientation will be complete, and then—then you will be given to your new husband.”

Maven’s heart sank as Lavonia’s last words brought her briefly forgotten dreadback to mind. Oh Ares, she was going to marry  Dane of Rawley! Going to take his cock in her pussy and her mouth!
 
Ares help me.

She sat silent, sad and stunned as Lavonia  dressed and went about the chamber snuffing out candles while the boys did up their leather pants. As they  all moved toward the  door to depart, Maven looked  up to see Donnell shine one last  gaze of longing into her eyes before exiting.

Yes,
 
she thought,
 
maybe I  shall think of handsome Donnell and his  large, lovely cock  when I’m forced to  fuck Dane.  Maybe that  will help.
 
Still, a shiver  of fear skittered through her as she crawled beneath the thin fur blanket and blew out the candle next to her bed.

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Chapter Five

Dane was growing weary of the  cruel game  he  played  with  himself.  More  thanonce, he’d been tempted to forget  his vow and grab the nearest willing female for some relief. More times than he could count, he’d considered reaching down and doing the job himself.

But if a man couldn’t control  himself sexually, could he control anything at  all? He stayed determined not to let his cock release until his wedding night. For the good ofhimself during the Giving Ceremony, and for the good of his young wife on the eve when they married.

His caravan stopped to camp early that night, knowing Enrick’s fortress was not far in the distance now. As Dane pulled up to  a long wooden table prepared for him and his men, he heartily enjoyed the stew  his cooks had prepared, as well as the conversation with those in his service.

Across from  him sat Kells, his best friend  and the commander of his army, whom he’d  pulled  from  duty  to  travel  with  him  on  this  momentous  occasion.  Dane  slanted  agrin in his friend’s direction. “You  have eyes  for the girl in white,  don’t you?” he asked, following his friend’s gaze to a blonde beauty in a white leather frock who currentlytoted pallets and blankets into the tents being erected around them. He didn’t know her name—she was a new maid in his fortress— but she was comely, to be certain.

Kells answered with a hearty laugh, tossing back a mane of pale brown that fell past his shoulders. “Lonya has kept my cock on edge since the beginning of the journey.”

“Lonya? So you’ve made her acquaintance then?”

“No, actually. I’ve simply asked around to learn her name.”

“May I ask why not? It’s not like you to be shy with women.”

Kells gave his head a short shake. “An  aberration, I suppose.” He glanced toward  Lonya once more. “Her beauty…turns me a bit weak, I’m afraid.”

Dane couldn’t help chuckling. “The great and mighty warrior, Kells of Rawley, afraid to approach a beautiful girl—I never thought I’d see the day.”

“Just as
 
I
 
never thought I’d see the day when the great and feared Dane took aninexperienced virgin bride.” Dane was known for enjoying women who were skilled in the ways of sex, so he well understood Kells’ remark, yet he only smiled.

“The eldest daughter of Enrick, Ruler  of Caralon, is a prize well worth a littlesacrifice. Besides, the royal girls have their  Orientation. And if that doesn’t  train herwell enough, I shall happily take  on the task.” Pausing, he looked around to find the

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object of his friend’s affections. “Now I propose you finish your wine, then use your charms on that lovely blonde.”

But to Dane’s surprise, Kells gently shook his head, apparently still too shy to  approach her. Well, Dane thought, he might not be able to indulge in fucking any of the  pretty girls in the caravan, but that didn’t  mean Kells couldn’t—or wouldn’t. “Join me in my tent after the meal then,” he said to  his friend. “I wish to speak with you about  some matters of the wedding.”

* * * * *

Dane sat in his newly erected tent, candlelight making the space glow, when one flap was drawn gently back. The lovely Lonya peeked inside, her blue eyes wide. “Yousummoned me, master?” He was not technically a master to those he employed, but his workers often addressed him that way, anxious to please, and he couldn’t deny their ploy succeeded, arousing in him a knowledge of the power he held. He knew thatworking on his estate had become a much-sought-after situation in Rawley—he paid well, was a loyal employer, and treated most  servants like members of his household, garnering respect through the region. Now  that he was marrying the daughter of Caralon’s great ruler, that respect would multiply tenfold.

“Come in,” he said to the petite blonde,  whose skin was sun-kissed from days of travel.

As she stepped inside, he noticed she’d  changed into a more provocative dress.  Only the wealthy could afford the silk spun  on the silkworm farms, but her costume of thin tan leather still showed off her body to  great advantage, dipping low into amplecleavage and rising high on her thighs.

“Did you wish me to pleasure you, master?” she asked, and before he could even answer, she dropped to her knees in the grass before him, clearly ready to undo hispants.

He smiled. “Not me, Lonya.” Not that she  wasn’t tempting. But he  didn’t think hecould bear a woman’s affections at this point—the Giving Ceremony was too near, hisarousal too on edge. “I wish  you to pleasure Kells, the leader of my army. Do you know of him?”

The girl’s eyes grew even bigger. “Oh yes. He is a most handsome man!”

“He’ll be joining us shortly. Perhaps you  should take off your dress while we wait.”

Lonya didn’t hesitate  to grab onto the hem of her frock and peel it off over her head, revealing soft round breasts, curving hips  and a pale brown tuft of hair protecting her cunt. She turned toward the tent opening,  clearly awaiting Kells, but a moment later looked over  her shoulder. “Did you wish me to pleasure him
 
here
?”

Dane nodded. “I want to watch.”

She bit her lip as her eyes sparkled with understanding.  “I will enjoy your presence,

master.”

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Just as she turned back to the tent flaps,  Kells stepped in from the darkness. Hestopped short upon finding Lonya kneeling  naked and ripe before him. He visibly caught his breath before shifting his glance  to Dane, who lounged comfortably in a chair behind her. “You’re most meddlesome.”

Dane only grinned. “And she’s most eager, my friend.”

Kells dropped his gaze back to the slightly  bronzed skin of the girl before him and spoke softly. “Is this true? Do you wish this to be, you and I?”

She gave an enthusiastic nod. “Oh yes,  commander.” Then she lowered her eyes to the sizable bulge straining against the lacings of his pants. “
Oh
 
yes.”

A slow smile grew on Kells’ face. “Very well then. Have your way with me.”

Dane sat back and watched as the nude girl rose up on her knees to begin working at Kells’ pants. Within seconds, his cock  shot free. The two had shared women before, so Dane was not surprised to see Kells’ shaft was nearly as large as his own.

With eager determination, Lonya began feasting on the rod, taking it full in her mouth as Kells groaned. For a moment, Dane  regretted not having noticed Lonya before now—but then he reminded himself he  would soon have a wife, and she would

hopefully be just as eager as the lithe blonde kneeling with her round backside toward  him now. As long as his bride hungered for  sex the way he did, they’d suit just fine.

After lavishing her affections over Kells’ cock for a few intense minutes, Lonya  drew him to the ground with her, easing him  back  on the grass. Dane’s arousal grew as  she straddled his friend’s hips, then slowly  sheathed his long, hard rod. Kells’ deep moan managed to stiffen Dane even further  and he reached down  to  stroke  himself lightly  through his leather.

Bracing her hands on  Kells’ chest, she writhed in hot,  sensuous circles, releasing a purring sound that seemed to wrap around  Dane’s concealed shaft. Kells lifted his  hands to her hips, helping her move, then raised them to her lovely pink-tipped breasts. Together, their moans  filled Dane’s tent, and he was glad he’d had the sense not to summon a female for himself tonight,  for just watching was torture enough.

Soon Lonya’s movements turned rougher, more  animalistic, her breasts bouncing as she rode Kells. Her cries grew higher, more  intense, as did his friend’s growls of pleasure.

“Oh, now!” Lonya moaned. “
Now
!” Dane watched her pretty face contort in the  joyous agony of orgasm as Kells pumped hard up into her. She  had scarcely quieted  when it was Kells’ turn—Dane’s friend thrust  still more  urgently up into  the  lovely girl, both of them  groaning and straining against the other, and though Dane had forced  himself to stop stroking his cock, the damnable thing threatened to erupt anyway.

Think of Maven. Save yourself for her.

Think of Enrick, and Caralon. Save  yourself for the Giving Ceremony.

He breathed a sigh of relief  when the silent pleas worked.

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Yes, blessed control was his. Control of
 
all
 
things. Or at least he  would control all things one day. First he’d taken control of Rawley, next he’d secured the entire northern border of Caralon. Now, after his endeavors of the last few days, he felt  supreme control over  his body. Next would come Maven. And later, all of Caralon.

Below him  in the grass, Kells gently raked his thumbs over Lonya’s taut nipples as she smiled down at him. “Come to  my tent for the night,” Kells said to her.

“My pleasure, commander,” she cooed in reply.

Moments later, the couple departed Dane’s  tent hand  in hand,  Kells tossing backover his shoulder, “You might be ruthless  and feared, Dane, but  you’re also a good friend.”