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She continued watching them in  the glass, her desire heightened by the rough grunts and  moans echoing from the couple to  her right. A glance revealed that Shaena gripped the corner bedpost with both hands  again, arching her ass toward her lover.  Laene pounded into her in mighty, unforgiving strokes for which she clearly had to brace herself.

Teesia lifted her pussy to Ralen’s hungry mouth, thrusting, thrusting, then  reachingfor his hands, guiding them up to mold to  her breasts. He massaged the flesh deeply, seeming to eat at her with still more power, and her clit vibrated and swelled with pleasure, so much pleasure—until,
 
yes, yes,  yes
, it exploded through her like a starburst in the night sky.

She screamed her release, letting her eyes fall shut as she lost herself in the consuming joy—only  to find her husband pinning her arms next to her head as hethrust his enormous cock inside her. She cried out, but the entry was shockingly smooth

given the power of his lunge. And then  he was driving, driving, deep and  thorough, leaving her capable of no other thought but how completely he filled her. Her legs curled instinctively around his broad back, and they both groaned at each hot stroke he delivered.

She could still hear  Shaena and Laene fucking next to  them, but all she saw was

Ralen. His dark, possessive eyes, his lush mouth, wet with her juices, his muscled body taking her,  owning her, filling her with a sense of pure awe she’d never known could exist.

“Yes, fuck me, master,” she breathed up at him. “Fuck me.”

“I’m fucking you so deeply, vixen, so deeply.” His voice was a dark, hungry purr.

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She met each thrust. “So big, so wonderful. Possessing me.”

He growled, thrusting into her even harder, and she loved knowing her words had fueled him.

At the foot of the bed, Shaena’s groans turned  to hot whimpers,  and from the corner of her eye, Teesia could see that Laene had  reached one hand around to stroke her clit.  Within seconds, Shaena was crying out, “I’m  coming! I’m coming!” just before Laene let out a low groan that told Teesia he’d reached his ecstasy, too.

Above her, Ralen’s mighty plunges continued,  and she reached up to kiss his neck, his muscular shoulder, whatever parts of him she could reach. He brought his mouth down on hers, hard, and she tasted her own cunt—tangy, salty, like the sea.  “I want tomake you come,” she murmured against his lips.

And oh, the supreme joy that filled her when she learned that was all it took—her words, her desire—to make him spill his hot semen inside her. His groans  were deep and long, to match the thrusts that nailed her to the bed. They were so ferocious they almost hurt—but as she’d learned, experiencing a  bit of pain for her man had a scrumptious way of heightening her pleasure,  so her cries were ones of pure delight ashe drove his last inside her, then sank  heavy and warm atop her in the bed.

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Chapter Seven

That night they slept together in Ralen’s  bed, Teesia wrapped snugly in his strong arms. It was as simple as him crawling in  and pulling her beneath the thin fur covering after Shaena and Laene departed, hand in hand.

They did not speak, merely fell asleep  together—although sleep gave way  to sex several times through the night. It was a sweet passage of time during which sleeping and fucking and touching all blended together into one great comfort.

Teesia awoke the next morning, amazed to  open her eyes and see the two of them side by side in the viewing glass above the  bed, the fur pulled to their waists. The sightof the rings on her nipples and the bejeweled  cuffs still at her wrists were reminders that she remained his sex slave, but she thought she could be a very
 
happy
 
sex slave like this, in his bed, in his arms,  unchained. After all, she’d already become content with theidea of her sensual enslavement, so mixing  that with the freedom to  sleep unbound and with
 
him
 
only made it all the sweeter.

Upon falling back asleep and awakening again some time later, she grew disheartened to find him gone from the bed—and the room. It had been too much to hope, she supposed, that he was going to stay with her, like a real husband to a realwife, and not leave her abandoned and alone.

She lay fretting over it, but trying not to, when the chamber’s door opened to admit him. He carried a tray of food, and what  appeared to be apparel lay draped over one arm. “Help me, vixen,” he said, looking surprisingly merry, “before I drop something.”

She scurried naked from the bed to take  the tray from his hands, amazed at hisdemeanor. She’d suspected—feared—that the softer nature she’d witnessed in him lastnight would fade with the morning, given that  Shaena and Laene seemed to bring it out in him and they were no longer  present. But when her foot  snagged in the pile of golddisks discarded to the floor at some point  during the night and she nearly tripped, shecaught herself and laughed—and looked up  to find her husband chuckling along with her.

“Sit,” he said, motioning to a chair next  to the small table where she lowered the  tray. She obeyed, eager as ever to  please him.

His  usual  wicked  grin  held  an  air  of  playfulness. “If I let you eat by your own hand  this day, you will not forget who is your master, will you?”

“No, master, of course not.” And it was true. She liked being fed by him and felt a  bit stunned that she was suddenly to feed herself.

“Not that I wouldn’t enjoy doing it myself, wanton, for I love to watch your mouth  when it wraps around a spoon, or a slice of  bread— or my cock,” he stopped to flash

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another brazen smile that warmed her pussy,  “but I have business to attend to. After  you eat, you may dress.” He pointed to the clothing he’d  placed on the bed.

She couldn’t have been more surprised.  “Dress?” She hadn’t been dressed since  their wedding.

He nodded  shortly. “I thought you might enjoy a walk outside, to see the grounds.”

Her heartbeat sped up, even if cautiously.  Despite her devotion to him, getting out of this room sounded like a gift from  Ares. “If you wish it, I do, too.”

“Keep the bracelets on, though,” he instructed.

She told him the truth she was  just now admitting to  herself. “I never want  to take them off,  for they allow me to somehow feel you against me even when you’re not there.”

His eyes lit with a dark fire. “Does the tail do that, as well, my wanton?”

“Yes. Very much.”

He smiled in earnest. “I should have put it  back in before we slept last night, but Iforgot. And I would do it now, but it wouldn’t work beneath your skirt. Later, though, you shall get to wear it for me again.”

The fissure of her ass spasmed at the promise, and she realized how much she missed the fullness there.

“Ready yourself to go out and I shall be back soon.”

* * * * *

When Shaena breezed into the chamber a little while later, you’d never have known that just the previous night the two women had kissed and touched and rubbed their breasts together. Dressed in a pale leather  frock, the  maid wore the same smile as always as she carried in items to decorate Teesia’s hair.

Teesia laughed, though, when she saw the  sprigs of summer flowers in Shaena’s hand, saying, “Look  at how  simply I’m dressed.” She wore the clothes Ralen had brought to her, a short brown leather skirt and  a thin fur vest of chestnut and cream that hugged her breasts and below. “No need for flowers in my hair.”

But Shaena  only grinned. “There is
 
always
 
need for flowers, in  my opinion. They

brighten everything around us.”

True enough, Teesia thought. In a world  where most things were the dull brown of ground and gray of stone, color indeed turned the air more vibrant. She’d never taken  for granted the fact that she  was born into enough wealth to provide her with dyes for  her silk gowns and even for some of her leather garments, as well.

She took a seat at the table where she and  Ralen often ate, facing Shaena while the  maid worked on her hair, smoothing it with a brush and twining some of the tiny yellow-gold flowers through her long, ebony locks. “Besides,” Shaena added, “your

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bracelets and ankle cuffs  are certainly not simple, and the flowers rather match the

amber stone.”

It reminded  her, once more, that Ralen  was wealthy, too. Flowers and sunsets were among the  only color that came freely in  Caralon—in their world, most such vibranthues had to be bought. Shaena’s words also drew her thoughts back to the cuffsthemselves. She’d actually forgotten she was wearing them—they seemed like such a natural part of her now.

“You seemed well-pleasured last night,” Shaena said kindly.

At this point, Teesia had thought the maid  wouldn’t mention the previous evening, but she didn’t mind. “Very much. And you  were right, Shaena. I feared being Ralen’s slave, but turns out that now I relish it.”  She tilted her head, thinking. “Although Icannot deny how thrilled I am that he is taking me from this room today. I’d begun to think I might never leave, and a more normal life would be welcome.”

Shaena smiled into her eyes. “He is gruff, but  I saw real affection for you in him last night, Teesia. I sense things changing for you.”

Teesia nodded. “I do, too.”  The thought warmed her heart.

Soon after Shaena departed, Ralen returned. “Shall we go?” he said, his voiceechoing good cheer as he took  her hand.  Just that simple touch, paired with the tenderness in his eyes, nearly turned her inside  out.  It  was  just  as  Shaena  had  said —things seemed different between them now.

Stepping out into the bright Caralon sunshine was like swallowing a warm drink ofwine that oozed all through Teesia, body and  soul. She turned her face up  to the blue sky to soak in the comforting rays.

“A beautiful day,” Ralen commented, clearly seeing her enjoyment.

“Indeed.” She raised her gaze to her husband,  whose dark hair shone like silk in thesunlight. “Thank you. For bringing me outside. It feels wonderful.”

If she wasn’t mistaken, a hint of guilt  flashed through his expression—something she’d never thought to see in Ralen. “I’m glad to share a walk with you, Teesia.” He squeezed her hand tighter in his large one. “I thought you might like to visit my stables.”

“Oh yes,” she said, her spirits lifting  even higher. “Nothing would make me

happier.”

The walk to  the stables from  the main fortress was a  short one, and Teesia enjoyed

seeing the elaborate stone exterior of her  new home. The coast was visible in the near  distance over ancient battlements that still existed from the Before Times.  “I miss the

sea,” she murmured without forethought as she drank in the scent of an ocean breeze.

“I shall take you there,” he promised. “Would you like that?”

She smiled up at him, nodding. “Very much, master.”

As usual, the endearment filled his expression with the dark heat she’d learned to

love so dearly.

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Nearing the stables, they approached a  small corral where a number of frisky horses frolicked. Teesia  was immediately drawn to a lovely little sorrel with a white staron her forehead who came directly to the fencing when they grew close, allowing Teesia to feed her a palmful of grass. She stroked  the animal’s neck and cooed to her, “What a pretty, friendly girl  you are.”

It warmed Ralen’s heart unexpectedly to  see how taken Teesia was with the horse, the very horse he’d thought of for her. “If you’d like her,” he said, “she’s yours.”

His bride’s eyes lit with a pure joy that  trickled all through him. Ares, but she was captivating. In her sexuality. And in her purity, as well.

Was
 
she pure? he wondered, shocked by his own thought. Had she been as pure upon coming to him as she claimed? He’d  asked himself the question less and less lately, and when he did ask it, he realized he’d slowly begun to believe in her. Deeply.

“What’s her name?” Teesia asked,  scratching the sorrel’s nose.

Ralen couldn’t resist grinning down at her. “Vixen.”

Her pretty,  trilling laughter filled the air around him  and he bent to kiss her as  automatically as if they’d been  married  for fifty years. The mere meeting of their  mouths stirred him to excitement, making  his cock twitch between his thighs. There  was something oddly…
freeing
 
about being out in the warm  sun with her, kissing her  while fresh air and the  salty scent of the sea surrounded them.

When the kiss ended, she gave  her chin a saucy tilt. “What’s
 
your
 
horse’s name?
 
Master
?”

He chuckled. She
 
was
 
a little vixen, in more ways than one. “No—actually it’s the

very uninspired Charger. That’s him there,”  he  said, pointing to the shiny black stallion