“She is lovely,” Janya said, appearing just as taken with Laela as when they’d met earlier this evening.
“Sima?” he asked, hoping the evening might have somehow softened her toward the younger woman.
Like earlier, the dark-haired maid simply shrugged. “I still don’t like the innocent sort any more than I did a few hours ago. The only difference now is…soon we shall see just how innocent she wishes to remain, or if she wants to have fun.”
“Gentle now,” he admonished her. “She is naïve, but she is adventurous, too, and I suspect that before you leave here, your opinion of her will have changed.”
Stepping up beside Laela, Garon bent to kiss her awake. Her lips were moist and firm beneath his mouth, meeting its pressure, and she curled one hand around his neck. The simple thrill of her kiss shot through him like fire. “Wake up, sleepy,” he said softly.
She eased open tired hazel eyes, smiling. “Is it time for my surprise?”
“Indeed it is. And here they are.”
He motioned to the other women, standing at the foot of the bed, then watched Laela’s eyes. As he’d expected, he saw in her gaze both trepidation and arousal. “Do
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you remember,” he said to ease her into the notion, “when you said how lovely Sima and Janya looked together?”
She nodded, her expression still anxious.
“Well, now, my princess, I want to see how lovely
you
look with them.”
Laela barely knew how to react, yet her cunt quivered at Garon’s words. She’d fallen asleep so tired and emotionally spent that she’d not even tried to anticipate what he might have in mind for her—if only she had, she might have foreseen this and had a chance to mentally prepare. As it was, she had no choice but to follow her instincts. After all, what he said, she did. And his advice from earlier would help her.
Don’t think, just feel.
“Very well,” she said bravely, peering at him as she sat up in bed.
“You’ll do this for me?” he asked.
“Of course. Whatever you wish.”
He flashed a knowing look at Sima, who only arched one brow in return, then he smiled down at Laela before bending for another kiss. “I predict, princess, that you’re going to make my cock harder than it has ever been before.”
“Ever?” she asked, her heart beating a bit faster at the notion.
He nodded, his gaze hot and direct on her. “Ever.”
A heady sense of power flooded Laela’s body. Knowing this would excite Garon as much as he’d just promised only added to the undeniable wetness already pooling between her legs. Yet she reached out and grabbed his wrist. “I am willing, but…I may need some guidance. I am new at this, you know.”
His smile reassured her. “Not to worry. They will be gentle.”
She bit her lip and nodded, a fresh sense of anticipation welling in her chest, making her breasts tingle. She looked over at the other two women, seeing their blatant sensuality, feeling it inside her, and sensing Garon’s passion at what was about to happen. She was ready to be the woman he wanted her to be.
Slowly, Garon backed away from the bed as Sima and Janya both joined her there. Janya perched at the foot of it as Sima crawled toward her from the far side, each shift of her body as she moved closer holding the promise of pure sexuality. Until Garon had told her earlier that sometimes women wanted women and men wanted men, she’d never known such a thing, so the notion still remained a bit foreign to her—but she couldn’t deny how attractive she found each of the women. Janya’s large breasts and lush curves drew her the most—she was soft, touchable, her eyes so bright and welcoming, even in the candlelight. Yet Sima’s stark, almost cold beauty made Laela wonder what it would be like to be physically intimate with someone so different from her.
As the women sat to form a sort of triangle with her on the fur, Janya was the first to reach out, tenderly squeezing Laela’s knee. The touch of the gentle, feminine hand echoed straight to her cunt and she knew, unequivocally, in that instant that this would not be a toil—no, pleasing Garon this way would be nothing but pleasure.
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When Janya leaned in to kiss her, it was far softer than Garon’s kisses, even his most tender ones—her lips were as lush as the rest of her—and the meeting of mouths sent a tendril of warmth curling down through Laela’s body.
“Me now,” Sima said, and Laela sensed a change—Sima suddenly seemed more willing to be with her, and Laela found herself wanting to be bold, wanting to prove herself worthy, not only of her affections but of Garon’s, as well. She bent toward the raven-haired woman and met her mouth in a more sensuous kiss. Sima’s tongue pushed into her mouth and the kiss grew long, and Laela’s pussy wept not only from the sensations of the kiss itself, but from the intensity of Garon’s gaze upon them. She could feel his eyes as tangible as any touch, and they inspired and excited her—first to reach out and caress Sima’s slender thigh, then to slide her hand brazenly upward, all the way to Sima’s breast. She heard both Sima and Garon let out lusty sighs, fueling her. She liked shocking them. And she also liked shocking herself.
She took her time exploring Sima’s breast, discovering it to be as firm beneath her touch as it appeared—caressing, kneading, she enjoyed the soft fullness in her palm. She found Sima’s nipple, like a bead, pinching it lightly between thumb and forefinger through her fitted tunic. Touching Sima there made her own breasts long for attention.
Letting out a soft sound of arousal, Sima wasted no time reaching to pull the tunic off over her head, just as she’d done earlier in the evening. Only then, Laela had been nothing but a spectator—now she was part of the sensual action.
An
eager
part, her breasts and pussy aching for more. She wanted to show them all how wanton she could be, and as before, Garon’s desire fueled her, transforming her curious longings into something more certain and urgent.
She closed both hands around Sima’s high, ripe breasts, squeezing, studying her dark brown nipples, and wondering in awe at her
own
arousal, now soaring, her cunt seeming to swell beneath her. Sima sighed and offered a naughty grin at her caresses, her reaction prodding Laela’s next move—she leaned in and licked one hard, budded nipple. The tingle echoed from her moist tongue all the way to her own breasts and pussy, and both women sighed.
“My turn,” Janya said, and Laela felt bad for neglecting the friendlier girl. Shifting her gaze from Sima to the redhead, she smiled and reached for the hook on Janya’s vest. Clearly not intending to be left out, Sima simultaneously reached up to cup Laela’s breast, stroking her thumb over the center. And oh, what a heavenly touch—for Laela had grown so excited she desperately needed some stimulation on her
own
body, something to ease the hot aches which were slowly becoming the biggest part of her.
Following her instincts, she turned a kiss to Sima’s berry-colored lips, then another to Janya’s soft, pliant mouth. Janya reached to mold her free breast and Laela hissed in her breath at the tender new pleasures. She knew the bed beneath her was growing soaked with the juices from her cunt.
Opening her eyes after kissing Janya, she sought out Garon with her gaze. He sat by the door watching, in the same chair Baelor had occupied a few nights earlier. Her
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man’s eyes shone wild, dark, filled with a lust she relished, and she couldn’t resist flashing him a dirty smile.
When she looked back to her companions, she found Janya impatiently pushing aside the scant cotton that covered Laela so that her breasts tumbled out in a hot rush.
“Oh, pretty,” Janya purred, and before Laela could even react, the other woman moved closer, closer, until Janya’s large, soft mounds were rubbing against her own, her nipples lightly abrading Laela’s sensitive flesh. She sighed as joy flowed through her in ribbons of tingling heat, and lifted her chest, jiggling back against Janya.
“I’m jealous,” Sima whined and, grasping Laela’s arm, spun her away from Janya to press her own breasts, smaller but firmer, against Laela’s chest. Sima’s nipples were harder, longer, and Laela found herself, without planning it, shimmying lightly against Sima, letting their nipples meet and mingle.
Despite the growing sensual fun they were sharing, Laela was surprised when Janya gently pushed her to her back in the bed, firmly taking one of Laela’s bared breasts in her hand, the other in her mouth. “Oh Ares,” she moaned at the pleasure that assaulted her, then bit her lip in amusement to realize that the two girls were gently fighting over her. And that she liked it.
Not to be outdone, Sima narrowed her gaze and slid one hand up the front of Laela’s thigh, making her pussy shiver. “Spread for me,” Sima said with a naughty smile, then situated herself between Laela’s legs, pushing the brown skirt to Laela’s hips.
Both women sighed at the sight of Laela’s bared mound. They studied her for a moment, then exchanged looks. “I see you come from money,” Sima said, her tone hard to read.
“That’s none of your concern,” Garon broke in. “Whatever her past, she’s naught
but a tavern maid now.”
As Sima stroked her fingers over the smooth, sensitive flesh between Laela’s thighs, Janya said, “Mmm,
I
want to feel it.”
But Sima, looking territorial, only shook her head. “Mine first.” Then she sunk her mouth to Laela’s cunt with great vigor.
“Oh!” Laela cried, then her eyes fell shut as she drank it all in. Maybe she should have been worried that Sima would ask more about her past, but having her breasts and pussy devoured by the two lovely women was more scintillating than she could have imagined.
When she opened her eyes, realizing she wanted to
watch
them devour her, she caught Garon’s eyes across the room. They burned wild. Fierce. Lost in lust. She knew her own resonated the same, so she held his gaze as she let one hand sink into Janya’s red curls and the other into Sima’s dark hair, holding them there, encouraging their ministrations while he watched, then she simply leaned her head back, smiling, knowing how deeply heated he would grow from watching her take her pleasure.
“Ah, Sima,” he murmured hotly, “lick that sweet pussy for me.”
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At the demand, Sima’s tongue seemed to work harder at her, and Laela found herself lifting her cunt to Sima’s mouth—yet, in that moment, she realized, she did it without particularly thinking about Sima. And when she arched her breast against Janya’s capable, suckling lips—she wasn’t truly focusing on Janya anymore, either. She simply closed her eyes and let her body react, let it propel itself forward on a reckless path of delight. And if she thought of anything at all, it was Garon.
His
eyes,
his
pleasure. The hot bulge in his pants which she knew must be near to bursting through the tight lacings that held it. And despite the lovely feminine attentions that buffeted her, it was thoughts of her man that increased tenfold every ounce of excitement flowing through her body, every hot ripple, every driving urge for more.
And when the mouths that caressed her most intimate spots lifted her higher, higher, hurtling her toward ecstasy, then finally making her cry out, one name flew passionately from her lips. “Garon! Oh Garon! Yes, Garon, yes! Yes!” In the throes of orgasm, she would have sworn it was Garon’s tongue laving her clit, Garon’s mouth sucking at her nipple.
After she came down from the hot, hard release, she opened her eyes and gave him a slow, satiated smile—and the grin he returned was delivered with lusty eyes and a smoldering look that promised more to come. Mmm, good. She
wanted
more. She wanted
him
.
Across the room, he pushed to his feet. “Thank you, ladies,” he said. “That was lovely. But now it’s
my
turn with her.”
Despite the heat they’d just exchanged with their eyes, and even despite how much she craved his cock just now, Laela flinched in surprise. Sima and Janya both looked up, apparently shocked, as well.
“I hope you don’t think we’re finished here,” Sima said smartly, still kneeling between Laela’s parted thighs.
But Garon only laughed. “Indeed I do. If you’re hungry for a man, go find Baelor. If you’re still hungry for a woman, you have each other.”
Janya, too, looked miffed, her hand still poised on Laela’s breast. “But I want
her
. I didn’t even get to touch her bare pussy.”
His smile was superior and indulgent. “Afraid you’ve had all you’re going to get for tonight. Time to go home now.”
“You’re serious,” Sima said, rising up, hands planted on her hips, eyes blazing.
“Yes, I am.” Then he simply pointed toward the door. “Now go.”
Laela lay exposed, her clothes in disarray, rather taken aback by Garon’s meanness. Of course, she wanted him, but she thought it cruel to invite Sima and Janya to their bedchamber only to send them away before they found their own ecstasy. She watched, still shocked, as the two girls sullenly adjusted their clothing and rose from the bed like children whose tantrums had not gotten them what they wanted.