“Tonight, princess,” he said, his gaze narrowing darkly on her, “Baelor is going to
watch.”
She couldn’t hide her astonishment. “Watch?”
Garon’s voice went colder, harder, than she’d heard it before. “Do you dare
protest?”
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She let out a breath of pure confusion. “No, I just…didn’t know. Men can take pleasure in just…watching?”
He tilted his head, clearly reminded of just how ignorant she was in the ways of sex. “Of course.”
He’d said it matter-of-factly, as if it were obvious. It made her recall how all the tavern’s patrons had watched Sima and Janya kissing and touching last night, and the memory forced her to revisit her
own
reluctant response to their show as well. “I…just didn’t know. I’m sorry.”
Garon looked almost regretful that he’d responded so gruffly, perhaps realizing now that she’d not meant to argue, only to grasp what was happening. He lifted a gentle hand to her cheek. “It’s all right, princess.” Then he pushed her dress from her other shoulder and said, “Take this off. Let us show Baelor your lovely nude cunt.”
She should have resented Garon for this—but strangely, instead she found herself wanting nothing more than to please him. And if pleasing him meant pleasing Baelor…well, Baelor was not an unattractive man, so if she was honest with herself, it was not a task she found distasteful. She also probably should have been terrified—but she didn’t suffer that emotion, either. As both men’s lustful eyes drank in her curves, what she felt leaned much closer to pure excitement, anticipation, and as she flicked her gaze from Garon to his friend, her nipples puckered tighter and her pussy wept with desire.
Sitting up in the bed, Laela slowly eased the dress down around her waist, over the arc of her hips, finally pushing it to her ankles. And with each inch of skin she revealed, it felt somehow as if a bright light were being shone upon it, upon everything sexual inside her that remained so eager to be released. The air in the room felt still, heavy, and her every limb seemed filled with hot, tense energy as she waited to see what came next.
“Spread your legs for him,” Garon said.
She met his eyes, and the hot glimmer in them fueled her further. Parting her thighs wide across the fur bed covering, she leaned back on her elbows, letting both men look their fill. She feared she might melt from the pure pleasure it brought her.
“Ah—as beautiful as you said,” Baelor murmured, and it was clear from his awestruck eyes that he’d never seen a denuded pussy before, either. Both men’s gazes burned into her, making her wetter, so wet that she wondered… “Can you see how damp your eyes make me?” she asked softly.
Garon’s slow grin was laced with fire. “Yes, princess. Your cunt shimmers in the candlelight.”
“Like a handful of tiny gems,” Baelor added with an equally lascivious smile.
Their lusty expressions—all for her, for her body—made her want…she wasn’t even sure
what
exactly she yearned for, only that it was new. She’d thought Garon had turned her into a wholly sexual being last night, but tonight the tension was ratcheted still higher, making her pussy tingle and her breasts ache with such unadulterated
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longing that, in that moment, she thought she would happily do
anything
, anything he wanted, anything he asked. Which was good, she reminded herself—for she was his slave and had promised exactly that.
“The only way your pussy could look more lovely, Laela, is with my cock in it,” Garon said, eyes still aglitter.
She went breathless with how badly she suddenly craved just that. “Mmm…yes,” was all she could get out.
She watched with bated breath as Garon shed his leather vest, then worked at the lacings of his dark brown pants until his shaft popped free. She licked her lips, the sight taking her back to last night. She had at first been dumbfounded at the size of it—it must be eight or nine inches in length—and was sure it would never fit inside her. Later, though, after that nasty bit of pain, she discovered how wrong she’d been and how gloriously such a cock melded with her cunt. Tonight, the initial sight of the hard column of flesh was just as shocking—yet at the same time it made her pussy pulse with unbridled hunger. “Fuck me,” she whispered in the soft candlelight.
She heard Baelor sigh in awe at the request, but kept her gaze on Garon, whose wicked smile said he would do as she asked, even as he teased her. “You forget your place, princess. Who is the slave here?”
She returned a playful grin. “I am.”
“And who is the master?”
“You are. Master.” Then she lowered her chin, casting a naughty, daring look.
“Now fuck me, master.”
Appearing just as entranced as
she
felt, Garon crawled toward her from the foot of the bed, same as last night, except tonight he was naked, the muscles in his shoulders shifting smoothly beneath his skin, his majestic cock arcing upward on his belly—
and
they had an audience. And still, Baelor’s presence heightened her desire for her lover rather than hampered it. On impulse, she sent the dark-haired man a quick glance to let him know she didn’t mind his being there.
Tonight, as he positioned his body over hers, Garon did not plunge his cock into her, but gently pushed, prodded. As her cunt remained tight and a bit sore, she appreciated his lenience and tried to help by meeting the small, light thrusts. Despite last night’s pain, that part of her body yearned for him, perhaps even more now that she knew the wonder of having him deep inside her. “I want you in me,” she purred hotly, lifting her hips from the fur beneath to meet him.
“And you will have me,” he promised, leaning forward to close his hands over the globes of her breasts.
He kneaded them like the maids at home kneaded dough for bread, his rough fingers pressing deep and thorough into her flesh, sending tendrils of hot pleasure all through her and making her pussy wetter, wetter…until finally his cock began to ease its way inside. They both moaned as it slid deeper on a moist path of heat.
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“Oh Garon,” she breathed, pulling him to her, wrapping her arms around his broad shoulders as much as she could. She needed him near her, this man who had saved her from imminent peril, this man who had shown her—and was
still
showing her—the marvelous joys of sex.
He moved in her slowly, hotly, both of them sighing their pleasure as they found a grinding rhythm that seemed to lead them both toward ecstasy. Their eyes met, connecting them in yet another way as his tremendous shaft plowed deeper, deeper into her softness below. “You fill me,” she whispered up to him, voice labored with passion.
“Your pussy is so tight around my cock, princess. So good, so tight.”
She liked the low murmur, the heavy-lidded look of his eyes—liked knowing that she, an inexperienced royal girl, was able to push a man like Garon so far into passion.
Gradually, his thrusts grew harder, faster. And as good as the slow, deep strokes had felt to her, she enjoyed the change, relishing the power emanating from his muscular body, from his long, hard cock. She felt possessed by him, each hot stroke pounding through her very being, the sensations echoing all the way out to her fingers and toes. She yelled out her joy at each.
He thrust faster, even faster—and so gloriously hard—each lunge driving impossibly deep into her welcoming cunt, until something inside Laela began to turn wild, almost crazy, out of control. In one sense, the pleasure was too great, but in another, she hungered for more of it. She could scarcely understand the recklessness tearing through her as she began to writhe beneath him, in one second gripping tight into the fur at her sides, in the next, beating the bed with her fists—wild, depraved, desperate and filled with indecipherable longing. “Oh, I want more of you. More of you!”
Above her, Garon gave a dirty little laugh and said, “What more of me is there to have, princess? I’m already giving you every inch of the hot, hard cock you crave so much.” As if to remind her, he concluded with a particularly jarring stroke that shook her to her core.
Yet still a confusing frustration ruled her as she rolled and twisted beneath him. “I don’t know, I just wish…I wish I could have your cock between my breasts, like last night. Oh, and in my mouth, too! But I love it filling my pussy, as well. I want to have it
everywhere
. Everywhere, all at once.” With that, she let her eyes fall shut, lifting her hips even higher, trying to swallow his shaft somehow deeper between her thighs. She simply wanted more. More sensation, everywhere.
When she wrenched her eyes back open, she found her lover looking slowly over to Baelor, then back to her. Oh Ares—she’d nearly forgotten the other man was even there!
Garon’s gaze narrowed and all amusement left his voice. “If you’re so hungry for a cock in your mouth, princess, perhaps Baelor would be willing to provide one.”
Laela sucked in her breath at the suggestion, shocked. But almost as quickly, she grew rather…intrigued by the notion. Intrigued—and aroused. She’d forgotten Baelor
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was there, but now that she remembered, her skin prickled, wondering about the possibilities. She was nearly breathless when she spoke. “Is…is this…possible? For a woman to be with…more than one man at the same time?”
Low, masculine laughter filled the room around her before Baelor answered. “I was with both Sima and Janya just last night—why did you think they were sleeping in my bed?”
“I don’t know,” she mumbled, feeling sheepish.
“In sex, princess,” Garon said, taking on the voice of an educator, “the possibilities are limitless—just as I told you last night.” Then he looked to Baelor. “Come join us, my friend. Come help me give our little Laela what she yearns for.”
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Chapter Five
Laela tried to catch her breath as Baelor moved to the bed. She wanted this—the
roiling lust low in her belly told her she did—but she wasn’t sure she was ready for it. Dear Ares, she’d just lost her virginity last night! And now, two men—and two big, hard, glorious cocks—at once?
Garon’s strong hand molded to her shoulder, drawing her gaze back to him. “Relax, princess,” he whispered, his voice barely audible, his expression comforting. “The pleasure only multiplies from here.”
Taking a place with them on the bed, Baelor stripped off his tunic to reveal a chest lightly corded with muscle, but not as broad or tan as Garon’s. Next, he reached for the lacings on his pants. Laela watched, curious, still not quite able to believe she was about to get acquainted with a second man’s shaft so quickly. Part of her felt horribly wicked, but another part of her relished this opportunity, something she’d never even dreamed of and now would experience to the fullest.
As Baelor pushed down black leather pants, his cock burst forth, looking hard and red and ready, and although not as large as Garon’s, it was still undeniably attractive. Shoving the pants off completely, he rose to his knees at Laela’s side.
Biting her lip speculatively, she lifted her gaze from this new specimen to Garon’s face. “Touch it, princess,” he urged, even as he continued to move inside her, sliding his cock in and out of her cunt in smooth, wet strokes.
Taking a deep breath, still potently aware of the erection inside her, she gingerly reached out to close her fist around Baelor’s shaft. Warm to the touch, it flinched lightly in her grasp as he let out a soft moan that fueled her desire to have both of them at once.
She squeezed gently, beginning to work the hard column of flesh in a rhythm to match the other rod’s strokes inside her. So hard in her hand. So hard in her pussy. Thrilled, she met Baelor’s gaze, then Garon’s.
“Would you like it in your mouth, or between your breasts?” Garon asked.
A difficult decision—both suggestions made her body burn hotter still. “My mouth,” she finally said, and so ready that her skin itched with wanting it, she boldly drew his cock toward her lips.
Baelor balanced on his knees next to her turned head as she raked a thorough lick over the end of his erection. She tasted the fluid gathered there, something she’d noticed on Garon’s cock last night, as well. “What
is
that?” she asked both men, licking at it again. “What is the wetness that gathers here at the tip?”
Garon replied. “It’s what shoots from our cocks when we come, princess.” His slight smile reminded her of her ignorance, but she sensed he was growing used to it
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now and maybe even starting to like it a little. “There will much more of it then, though.”
She nodded, ready to sink into her new pleasure, and lowered her mouth over the head of Baelor’s rod. She felt his hot groan between her thighs, where Garon still dealt out a firm, steady fuck, and it fueled her further, deeper onto the shaft between her lips. Soon enough she was suckling him as she had Garon last night, timing it with Garon’s strokes.