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Heart of the Lion, Part One
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Jungle Moons, Part 2
[In part one, Wulf the Freelance, in the magically-altered guise
of a Veldt-Lands lion-man, is sold as a slave to the Countess
Xylara. After receiving a "test drive" from Xylara's favorite
slave-babe Alrynna, Wulf is summoned to the Countess'
presence. There, she describes her life, growing up as the
youngest daughter of a powerful warlord. Ignored and largely
forgotten by the rest of her family, Xylara seeks out her older
sister, Nineh, for instruction in the ways of physical love, and
is given a personal demonstration.]
Xylara sat on a velvet chaise, legs extended as Nineh
crouched between them. Nineh had insisted that Xylara remove
her tunic ("It's best to avoid the difficulty of undressing,"
she had said, pulling the garment up over Xylara's head. "That
way we can get to important matters right away.")
Nineh placed her hands on either side of Xylara's shoulders,
and gazed at her, their faces only inches apart. The soft curve of
Nineh's breasts brushed lightly against Xylara's smaller ones, and
she felt their nipples touch, and her pulse raced.
"I suppose that how to start depends upon exactly what
sort of fucking you want," Nineh began. "If you're overwhelmed
with passion, and just want to be taken like an animal, I recommend
against any preliminaries. On the other hand, starting slowly is
probably the best way to do it overall."
"I'd like to go slow," Xylara replied. "It will make it
easier to remember everything."
"Good." Nineh drew closer. "I've found kissing is a good
start."
Nineh's lips touched Xylara's. They were warm and pliant,
and after a moment Xylara felt her own lips open at the insistent
touch of her sister's tongue. Nineh's arms enfolded
her, holding her close, soft skin warm and inviting. Xylara's
heart pounded faster, now, and she returned the kiss, her own
tongue darting into Nineh's mouth, tasting musky moistness.
"Oh, sister," whispered Nineh. "You've waited too long..."
"Just long enough," Xylara replied, voice muffled against
Nineh's lips. "I've waited just long enough."
A sparkling throb spread from Xylara's nipples, down through
her belly to the warm place between her thighs, and she
felt the moisture start. Her hands ran up and down Nineh's
back, stroking the carefully-oiled skin, sending tremors through
Nineh's body.
"I've wanted this so long," Nineh husked, pressing down on
Xylara, breasts pillowed heavily against her chest, thighs opening
up to slip one of Xylara's legs between them. "I wanted to show
H Hyou this..."
"Show me now, sister," Xylara replied.
Nineh slid slowly down Xylara's body, long-nailed fingers
lightly scoring the flesh of her shoulders and arms. She stopped
at Xylara's small breasts, snow-white, topped with pink
nipples growing painfully swollen and erect.
"A little play with these helps, Xylara," Nineh said,
encircling one breast with her hand. "Are your nipples sensitive?"
Xylara nodded, a small moan issuing from her throat as
Nineh's nails touched the engorged flesh. "Yes. I touch them
when I play with myself."
"You like to touch them hard or soft?"
"Hard. Sometimes I squeeze so hard they hurt."
"I like that," Nineh said. "I love to play with nipples."
She squeezed and dug in her nails, making Xylara shudder and
moan, louder this time. "I'll let you play with mine later."
"Yes."
Nineh's face hovered over Xylara's breast, and her tongue
flicked out to touch a nipple. "I love to bite, too."
"I've seen you," Xylara gasped. "I watched Grey biting
your nipples. It made me so excited..."
Nineh's lips touched Xylara's aureole, and white teeth
grazed her nipple.
"Ohhhh, Nineh. Darling... My sister..." Xylara groaned
heavily. The throb between her legs grew faster and deeper.
"Again. Again, please. You'll make me..."
"It's called coming, sister," Nineh whispered. "Are you
going to come?"
"Keep biting me, please." Xylara felt an edge of desperation
creeping into her passion, as if she would do anything for release
from the pressure building inside her. Desire grew, and she felt
like a supplicant, or even a slave, kneeling in chains before her
beautiful sister, ready to serve her in any way she desired. "I
want to..."
"To come? Say you want to come."
"Oh, Nineh, I want to come. I want to..."
Nineh's teeth bit down again, as her hand massaged the
other breast, nails biting the tender flesh. Then she switched
back and forth, biting first one nipple, then the other.
So hot... So very hot... Please...
"Ohhhh, Nineh!" cried Xylara, bucking upward. "OH! NINEH,
PLEASE...!"
Her cry trailed off into an incoherent moan, and the pressure
exploded through her, again and again.
Nineh looked pleased. "Just from playing with your nipples, little
sister. You will be very popular."
Xylara sighed, shocks tripping through her. "I want more,
Nineh. I know there's more."
Nineh grinned broadly. "And insatiable, too. My admiration
for you is growing, little girl."
With that, she crouched between Xylara's thighs, and spread
them apart with her hands. She stroked the tender flesh
between them.
"This has many names, as you have probably discovered,"
she said, blowing lightly on Xylara's thighs. "The most clinical is
'vulva,' but I've always preferred 'cunt.' It's a lovely word, isn't it?"
Xylara nodded, feeling the fever building again.
"Isn't it lovely? Say it, sister."
"Cunt," Xylara gasped. "My cunt."
"Goooood," Nineh said gently, stroking once more. She
spread Xylara's cunt-lips apart, then touched an index finger
to the center of her desire.
"This," she said, licking a finger and stroking, "is your
clitoris. It's where all the pleasure comes from. It's what
your slaves must worship and treat with the greatest love and
care. It's called 'clit' for short. Say it."
"It's my clit," Xylara said, voice strained and high pitched.
"You're touching my clit."
"That's not all I'm doing," Nineh whispered. "I'm going to
play with your cunt and your clit at the same time."
"Will you put your fingers inside my cunt?" Xylara asked.
"I've seen you doing that..."
"You learn so quickly, little sister." Nineh licked her
fingers again, savoring the taste. "Oh, you don't need any more
spit, do you? You've got all the juice you need... I'll explain
your cunt to you, Xylara. You can put so many things in it. You
can put in fingers, or tongues, or cocks -- you know what a
cock is, don't you? No? Well, we'll fix that shortly -- or
dildoes, or just about anything you want. They all feel so
different. I'm sure you'll be wanting all sorts of things inside
your cunt, won't you?"
"I already do." With tentative hands, Xylara touched her
nipples, and felt her pleasure redouble. "I already want something
in my cunt."
"We'll start with fingers." Nineh slipped her middle finger
between Xylara's distended pink lips, feeling soft flesh give way
and open for her. Xylara gasped briefly.
"Does it hurt?" Nineh asked. "I'm sorry, darling. It's
only for a moment."
The pain passed shortly, as Nineh slid a second finger
into Xylara's cunt, while continuing to massage her clit with
her other hand. The heat built and built once more, and Xylara
realized she was tumbling headlong into another orgasm, even
stronger than the first.
"Oh, Nineh," she cried, feeling a tremor in her voice.
"Oh, I'm going to come again!"
Instead of replying, Nineh pressed her face into Xylara's
sopping cunt, a stiffened tongue rubbing her swollen clit, then
cleaving the soft fleshy folds beneath. That was all Xylara
needed to trigger yet another thundering orgasm. She cried out
once more, thighs scissoring together, hands gripping the back
of Nineh's blonde-maned head, pushing, thrusting, straining, as
another wave of explosive passion raced like white-hot metal
through her veins.
"Sister..." gasped Nineh, feeling the strength of Xylara's
contractions, pressing against her cunt harder and harder,
bringing down another wave of orgasm, then licking softly and
lightly as the tremors faded away, rising up from between her
sister's thighs, face slick with her cunt-juices.
"You are so beautiful, sister," she said, softly. "I've
dreamed of taking you this way, but I never knew. I was so
afraid you'd be sick, or die, or never know what love was like..."
"I'm here, Nineh," Xylara replied, waves of warm contentment
following the waves of passion. "I wanted you."
They stayed alone together for another hour, as Nineh
urged Xylara to kiss her, then play and suckle at her breasts,
and then play with her cunt and clitoris. Xylara felt drowned
in hot, soft flesh, and cried out in joy herself as Nineh came
and came again for her, groaning deeply, and crying out how
much she loved her sister. They lay together for long moments
after that, limbs tangled, lips seeking out soft flesh, hands
teasing and stroking.
"To see you now, as beautiful as you are," Nineh sighed.
"I knew that I wanted to make love to you, and to watch you
make love. I've thought of it, and I've played with myself,
too. To make love to your own sister -- no one I know has ever
done such a thing. Lady Thyma, Duke Xurak's daughter, fucked
both of her brothers at once, but that was just to entertain
her mother. Now I've had you, my beautiful little sister, and
we've done something no one else has done."
And so they continued. Nineh informed her of the various
ways in which a man could take a woman, then summoned her
favorite male slaves, Grey and Thalim, to demonstrate. Both
were strapping, muscular specimens with no ambitions in life
save pleasing their mistress (a brief life of drudgery in the
mines awaited them should she ever grow tired of either), and
performed tirelessly, touching Nineh's young sister with practiced
fingers and tongues, and allowing her to exercise their cocks
(Nineh explained the various names and functions of the male
organ in detail before summoning the pair) as she chose. They
took her, one after the other, under Nineh's watchful oversight,
in all manners possible.
"Put your lips around Grey's cock," Nineh said, as she sat
in a large chair, watching, allowing Thalim to lick her and
play with her clit. "Slide it into your mouth. You must relax
your throat and let it slip all the way in. Men like women who
can do that."
Dutifully, Xylara positioned herself beneath Grey and
began to lick his stiff organ. Nineh had informed her that both
Grey and Thalim had exceptionally large cocks -- all the better
to learn on, she told Xylara -- but Xylara discovered to her
own surprise, and Nineh's loudly proclaimed delight, that she
had no difficulty fitting Grey's thick organ between her lips,
and slowly slid it into her mouth, tickling it with her tongue,
sliding it out, then letting it slide in, deeper each time. She
breathed feverishly as she did so -- the thought of exciting
this man so much caused her thighs and clit to throb once
more. She salivated heavily, spittle bubbling from the corner of her
mouth as she swallowed more and more of the slave man's cock.
Finally, the entire length of his shaft was inside her, and she
began to pump, slipping the organ in and out of her mouth, lips
tightly gripped around it.
"Play with his balls," Nineh advised. "Squeeze them gently."
Xylara complied, tickling and squeezing Grey's testicles
as he moved to her rhythm, his hot shaft thick with her saliva,
moving in and out of her.
"Go fuck her, Thalim," Nineh ordered. "Put your cock in
her pussy. It's best she get it all at once, I think."
Xylara could not see Thalim as he gently spread her thighs
and rubbed his distended cockhead against her swollen cunt-lips,
but she felt him, and another orgasm built inside her like a towering
thunderhead before the afternoon downpour. She felt hot juices
cascading down her thighs, lubricating Thalim's huge penis, and it
excited her even more. She came within moments when Thalim
thrust into her, pushing aside the soft tissue inside her cunt with
persistent but gentle pressure.
"Ahh-mmmm..." Xylara's cries of passion were muffled by
the great cock inside her mouth, and she sucked with redoubled
enthusiasm.
"Get ready to taste him," Nineh warned. "I think Grey is
going to leave you a gift."
Xylara had read of men's orgasms, but was scarcely ready
for the burning gush of semen which exploded into her mouth
when Grey groaned and unleashed his pent-up passions. She
swallowed as quickly as she could, but much of it dribbled out
of her mouth, a long sticky white stream dripping from her
chin.
From her seat, Nineh applauded. "Well done, little sister.
You make me proud!"
But she was not finished. Nineh showed Xylara several
different positions, ordering Thalim and, after he had managed
to develop a second erection, Grey, to take her in as many ways
as possible. She sat across Thalim's hips and rocked, letting
his cock pound into her. She sucked Thalim as Grey fucked her
from behind. She let Thalim lift her up and plunge into her as
he stood. She let each of the men position themselves on top of
her and fuck her in turn. She even sat on hands and knees without
protest as Nineh played with her asshole, lubricating
it with oil, and allowed Thalim to force his still-stiff organ
into her.
She came every way they fucked her. She lost count of how
many orgasms she had that day, her body bucking and heaving to
the rhythmic thrusting of fingers, the lapping of stiffened
tongues, and the heavy pulse of erect cocks. She was in a world
that she had only barely known existed, and even then had known
only from books. Nineh was pleased, and repeatedly praised her.
The two slave men were eventually worn out and crawled away to
their quarters, leaving Xylara and her sister to lounge together on
Nineh's enormous bed.
"Join me, sister," Nineh said. "We'll fuck every way imaginable,
with everyone imaginable."
Xylara nodded wordlessly. Her sister, yes. Now, her lover
as well. For the time being, the great new universe of sexuality
had opened up like an ancient and complex flower for
Xylara, and she intended to explore every subtle facet, curve
H Hand crevice. And Nineh was her best partner in that exploration.
For now, at any rate.
For the better part of a year, all went well. Nineh and
Xylara made constant love to each other, and virtually every
slave they could get their hands on. The other siblings, only
barely aware of Xylara's existence even in the best of times,
did not concern themselves with her affairs, and contented
themselves with plotting and intriguing on their own.
Unfortunately for Xylara, her ambitions proved more far-
reaching and complex than those of her sister. For Nineh,
the pleasures of the seraglio were enough, and endless feverish
couplings satisfied her. While Xylara enjoyed her adventures
with her sister, she came to realize that sex alone no longer
kept her occupied. Now, well into her seventeenth year, and
more aware of the world around her, Xylara wanted more.
She wanted power, and she was determined to get it.
Xylara continued to read, to question, to investigate.
Watching her brother Thorvaz, and in the process remaining
unnoticed by him, she noted his network of informers in other
families, and his intrigues to gain power for his own family.
Her sister Daeshi worked closely with Thorvaz, and the two of
them took more and more charge of family affairs as her father
grew older and faded into dotage.
Xylara began to develop her own spies and informers. Nineh
gracefully gave several of her more accomplished pleasure slaves
to her sister, and Xylara learned to send these to the parties and
feasts of other large families, using them to seduce prominent men
and women, gaining valuable information and material for extortion.
Her first attempts at blackmail were crude but successful, and
Xylara soon managed to obtain a substantial income, with which
she purchased a small villa in the jungles north of Xesh, where
she and Nineh often retired for week-long debauches. Unknown
to her sister, Xylara also used the villa to meet with her new agents.
As time passed, and Xylara approached her nineteenth year,
greater desires stirred inside her. With the exception of Nineh,
who had no ambition beyond endless and ever-increasing
sexual excess, none of the family had cared for her. All had
their own goals, and none involved her. Perhaps, Xylara thought,
the youngest daughter could surprise them all. Perhaps
she could take supreme power in the family, and administer her
father's estates, possibly replacing other powerful Xeshite
dynasties, and taking her place at the side of the Primarch
himself. Her espionage redoubled, and some of it began to be
directed against her own siblings.
Though she learned quickly, and her intrigue skills were
the equal of a noblewoman from any lesser land, her brother
Thorvaz was no fool. He was aware of his young sister's
operations, but thought little of them so long as they did not
directly threaten him. But when it came to his attention that
she was cataloging the names of his informers, gathering
extortion material on him and Daeshi, and even approaching
mercenaries with the notion of forming her own household guard,
Thorvaz decided that his sister had gone too far.
He met with Daeshi on his sister's private yacht in Xesh
harbor. On deck in the guttering torchlight, he sat, nursing a
goblet of wine and glowering at Daeshi, who stood gazing over
the moonlit water. She was clad in a pearl grey gown, with a
plain silver circlet and a narrow white belt. She was painfully
thin, her hair a tracery of frosty blue-white, her eyes an
intense violet-blue. She always spoke softly, and rarely showed
anger.
"It seems," Thorvaz said, running a finger around the rim
of his goblet, "that our sickly little sister has come into her
own."
"You mean Xylara?" Daeshi asked. "She's certainly come
into Nineh enough times. Are you saying that the little cripple
actually has higher ambitions?"
Thorvaz nodded. "She has obtained a list of all my agents,
and I think she means to subvert them, use them against me. She
also seems interested in learning the layout of your private
estate, and whether you have any lovers or not."
Daeshi's calm exterior did not waver. "Not even you know
that, brother. A woman must have some secrets."
"So must a man," Thorvaz replied, "and I mean to keep
mine. The little fool seems to think that she can replace us as
father's heir. She needs to be taught a lesson."
"I agree. This family can't afford her foolishness. What
do you propose? Should we dispose of her?"
Thorvaz shook his head emphatically. "No. We can't start
that tradition. The Askaly managed to kill themselves off with
internecine feuds. I just want her left in a position where she
can't threaten us. Or perhaps in a position where father will
be forced to deal with her. Having father dispose of a treacherous
youngster is far less dangerous than us doing it ourselves."
"Of course, brother. I think I can arrange a suitable
incident."
Thorvaz's curiosity was aroused. "What do you have in
mind, Daeshi?"
"Hm. Perhaps I should let it be a surprise. Suffice to
say, a certain young man from a certain family owes me a favor.
I suspect that he will have no objection when I tell him exactly
what the favor is."
"I look forward to seeing your plan unfold, sister. It's a
pleasure to watch you work."
"You flatter me brother." Daeshi glided toward him like a
ghost, and picked up a silver pitcher. "More wine?"
The annual Primarch's Fete was the crowning moment of the
Xeshite social season. All major families were invited, and
turned up in their best finery. Dancing, feasting, music, games,
and many entertainments went on from sunset of the first
day until sunrise of the second. Alliances were made and
broken, love affairs begun and ended, trysts consummated, and
H Hthe usual debaucheries were the engaged in with even more
enthusiasm than usual. Virtually no excess was too great, and
each Primarch's Fete was greater and more elaborate than the
last.
Xylara, being the daughter of one of Xesh's greatest heroes
and most prominent nobles, had attended fetes since she
was seventeen. At the previous year's festivities, she and
Nineh had managed to seduce over sixty men and women between
them, a feat made possible by taking on as many as four at a
time. Nineh had been less than discriminating, and the two of
them had been exhausted for a week. This year, however, Xylara
was more intent on making contact with those who would help her
in her quest for power and influence.
For the first few hours, Xylara was lost in admiration of
the glittering crowds of overdressed nobles, their legions of
slaves, elaborate coaches, wild hairstyles and cosmetics. She
danced for a time, with a variety of foppish noblemen, all of
whom were either too old or too uninteresting to warrant her
attention. It was just after midnight that all her elaborate
plans for making contact and building her network of informers
came to an abrupt halt.
He was tall, muscular, firm-jawed, with long blonde hair
and a stern gaze, which fixated her from the moment she saw
him. He was dressed in a dark grey waistcoat and black breeches
with shiny black leather riding boots.
"Would you like to dance, my lady?" he asked. "I'm Parval
Syxari."
Xylara took a gloved hand, mumbling her name, and allowed
him to lead her out onto the floor, where they spun and swayed
through elaborate court dances, her mind struggling to comprehend
what was happening to her.
The Syxari were a rival house. Part of Xylara's mind knew
that her father would be furious to even see her dancing with
the man, but most of her heart and mind was caught up in an
emotional whirlwind, transfixed by Parval's deep blue-black
eyes, hypnotized by his deep voice as he whispered endearments
to her, telling of how he had seen her the year before, and had
spent the intervening months wondering how to approach her.
Later, when they were alone on a high balcony, he went so far
as to drop smoothly to his knees and confess a deep and unrequited
love for her, and ask that she at least favor him
with a kiss. That, he said sadly, was all he could possibly
hope for.
Despite her years of excess and sexual experiment with her
sister and their slaves, Xylara had never known the kind of
love which Parval offered. She had read of it, true enough, but
had always imagined that such affection and devotion existed
only in books. Now, here, alone beneath the stars and the
swollen tropic moon, a man kneeled before her and said words
she thought she would never hear.
Of course, she was lost. Parval was a handsome man, and
far more experienced than Xylara imagined. Though she had had
accelerated training in the labyrinthine paths of Xeshite society,
much of her remained a naive girl, with little practical experience.
As she and Parval wandered the halls of the Primarch's palace,
walked in the gardens, sat beside fountains and among statuary,
and Parval whispered ever-sweeter endearments to her, Xylara
grew thoroughly infatuated, and by the time the fete had ended,
she had made an appointment to see Parval at her private jungle
villa.
Daeshi told her brother as much a day later.
Thorvaz smiled. "Your efficiency continues to astonish me,
sister," he said. "They will be together at her cabin, then?"
"One week from today, Thorvaz."
"Very well. When should we come?"
Daeshi considered this. "Somewhat after she does, I think.
We should at least let the little bitch have her fun."
The days dragged by so slowly that Xylara feared she would
scream out loud. Each day, thoughts of Parval's features and
his words echoed in her mind, and each night her imagination
suggested a million exotic couplings with her new lover. She
spent some time with Nineh and the slaves, but it was not enough.
Nineh observed a certain lack of interest in her sister, but
chose not to ask why; for her part, Xylara kept silent, fearing
the reaction of any family member should she be caught scheming
with the son of a rival house.
At last, the day arrived, and Xylara set out for her villa,
accompanied by several discreet slaves. They took a pole
barge down the Uyla River, then rode pack-lizards to the heights
above, where her small hideaway crouched, hidden amid
dense green foliage.
It was a small house, but comfortable, built on three
levels, with a large courtyard roofed over with greenery, a
small bathing pool, dining salon, bedroom and library. It had
been badly run down when Xylara purchased it, and had it restored
by the most discreet workmen available. Sorcery concealed it from
outside observers and kept wild animals away -- here, in fact,
Xylara felt safer than in any other place.
She called it Arborhall, and it belonged to her alone.
Though attended by slaves, all sworn to secrecy, or rendered
incapable of carrying tales by having tongues removed,
Xylara was determined to have the villa entirely unoccupied
tonight, save herself and her lover. She sent all her staff to
the small slave quarters down the hill, and set about preparing
herself for Parval.
Oh, the day passed slowly... She tried on a dozen gowns
and experimented with a dozen different combinations of kohl
and lip-paint; none of them seemed adequate for the time which
she saw coming. Finally, she settled on a full-length silver
dress with a deep decolletage, and blood-red lips with shadowy
blue on her eyelids. She left off her smallclothes, content to
be naked beneath the gown, feeling the softness of its fabric
against her bare flesh.
And how she longed to touch herself, to think of the
pleasures Parval would bring, to carry herself to the brink and
beyond, dreaming of his touch, his lips, his loins, his... yes,
Nineh would tell her to go on, to think of it all, and not to
hold back... his cock, and how it would slip between her moist
and willing lips, and linger at the threshold of her cunt, and
finally penetrate deep inside her, and she would come and come
and come, then he would come inside her, tell her he loved her,
and she would swear eternal love and devotion, and then...
It was all too much. Xylara forced herself to concentrate
on readying herself, but the day went so slowly that as the
sun
finally touched the horizon and she caught sight of Parval's
white boat making its way down the muddy brown ribbon of the
river, it seemed as if an eternity had passed.
But as soon as Parval swept through the main doors of her
villa, grandly handing his long, swirling cloak to a mindless
wolfkin attendant, who vanished back down the jungle trail,
Xylara knew the wait and self-denial had been worth it.
"Darling," he said, an edge in his voice which spoke of
the agony of their separation, then approached her and swept
her up in his arms.
Oh, how she surrendered to him. How she replied to his
whispered words of love and longing. How she responded, her
heart racing, her breath coming in short gasps, her loins aching,
her once-frail body coming to life as it never had before, not
even in the presence of Nineh and her most skilled
concubines. Oh, how she desired him, how she...
...how she loved him? she wondered. Did she? She wondered,
as he lifted her up in strong, corded, muscular arms, and bore
her toward the bed chamber, did she love this man? All he had
said and done evoked chords of memory from the long, elaborate
romances she had read, and of the wild romantic fantasies which
had chased each other through her brain since childhood.
Fantasies which remained unfulfilled even during her most
orgiastic rites with her sister and others. Fantasies of handsome
men who spoke of love and carried her to faraway places, away
from her father, and her uncaring family, and away from the
oppressive heat of the green jungle, away from the thick
humidity and horrific stenches, away from the diseases
and the rot and the misery. Was this the man who would do this
for her, she wondered, surrendering to his touch, allowing him
to pull away her gown and gaze down at her naked, willing body,
with a combination of hunger and tenderness? Was this the man?
Her pounding heart threatened to burst as Parval's strong
hands and tender lips roamed over her body, stroking her face,
kissing her mouth with hot passion barely restrained, cupping
and massaging her breasts, stroking her nipples, then squeezing
them and licking them with a rough tongue.
"You are so beautiful, lady," he whispered. "I've loved
you since I first set eyes on you."
"Parval..."
"I never dared hope that I could make love to you, hold
this sweet naked body close to mine. I want you, my darling."
"I want you, too. Take me, please..." Xylara's voice
threatened to crack. "Any way you want, darling. Take my body
any way you like."
A different look flickered through his eyes, then -- a
look of passion and desire overriding his former tenderness.
She knew what he wanted -- it was what all men wanted.
Though she lay entirely naked, milk white skin against
the rosy silk of her bedclothes, Parval remained dressed, in his
ruffled shirt and breeches. Looking between his thighs, Xylara
saw a swelling prominence, a hardness which reflected the harsh
hunger now filling his countenance.
"Let me take you in my mouth," she whispered. "Let me put
you in me."
"Yes," he hissed. "Unlace my breeches and take me in your
mouth, my darling." The words were rushed, as desire inflamed
him.
With practiced hands, Xylara unlaced Parval's tight
breeches, then pulled them down, revealing gleaming muscular
thighs and a rock-hard penis, thick and veined, purple-headed,
hot with built-up longing.
"Suck me," Parval commanded. Such words from one whom she
loved so excited her strangely. She felt a deep wanting, to
be taken and possessed by this man, held in bondage and forced
to pleasure him. Her breath came even faster, and she felt
herself totter on the brink of orgasm just from the thought.
Her eager lips sought the great head of his swollen organ,
kissing and flicking her tongue at its opening, then tracing
the line of his glans, stiffly stroking down its back, tracing
its veins, loving its every surface, every contour, desiring
it with every fiber of her being. She stroked the proud cock with
trembling fingers, scratching lightly with long, blood-red
nails, then encircling and tugging at it.
"Suck me," Parval said. "Put that cock in your beautiful
mouth and suck it. Now."
The firm, calm voice of command dragged her steadily closer
to explosion, and she encircled the engorged, red-purple
member with pouting lips, wet with floods of saliva. He was
enormous, filling her mouth, and she felt a sudden moment of
panic as his large, strong hands laced behind her head, and
he thrust into her sliding down her throat, near to choking her.
She gagged for a moment, but he persisted, and in a moment,
the great rod slipped into her without resistance, and she pumped
and suckled at it eagerly, fingers reaching down to cradle his
testicles, and encircling his shaft tightly, stroking it hard
even as it drove in and out of her mouth.
"Yes," Parval muttered. "I love how you suck me."
Passions raced like hot metal through Xylara's veins.
"I love you," she hissed, releasing his cock, then sucking
it more. "I love your cock. I want you. I want to serve you."
She left off sucking, and tugged at his spit-slick shaft
with both hands.
"Use me," she begged. "Take me. Fuck me." Gods, how the
words excited her. "Make me your slave. I want you so, Parval.
I want your cock. I want you." She swallowed the great member
once more. "I want to be your slave."
It excited her so -- what did it all mean? Why did this
surrender to the man she loved make her clit throb so, why did
the thought of being a whore and a slave make her want to come
endlessly, and serve this man in whatever he desired?
Xylara did not know. All she knew was that she wanted to
give herself up entirely to him, to be an empty vessel to his
desire, and to completely submerge herself in the love and
control which he gave her.
She fell back onto the bed, spreading her thighs apart
for his view, pulling the pink lips of her cunt open.
"Take this," she said. "Please put your cock in me. Fuck
me like a whore, Parval."
Parval calmly removed shirt and breeches, standing naked
at the foot of the bed, gazing down on her. He resembled a
carved alabaster statue, poised and ready to take her however
he wanted, regardless of her desires or protests. It excited
her even more.
Parval walked slowly around the bed, looking down at her
with an expression that was at once tender and commanding. "Not
yet, darling," he said. "I think you need a little punishment
before you earn your reward."
Oh... Just the thought of serving this man, of feeling
the sting of his punishment, pushed Xylara over the edge, and she
felt orgasm clench her body tightly. Tremors wracked her even
as his rough hands seized her, turned her over and set her on
hands and knees before him.
"Good girl," he said. His voice was sweet, dripping with
honeyed adoration. "Stay there, and take your punishment, my
sweet little slave."
Xylara's body tensed, waiting, then pain lashed through
her as his flat hand struck her naked buttock. He drew back
and struck again, the harsh slap echoing through the room, the
pain redoubled.
As she kneeled, biting her lip, holding back her cries,
feeling hot tears well up in her eyes, Xylara realized that
pain from someone she loved was greater than any pleasure.
Again and again he struck, raining down blows, turning her
buttocks bright red, sensitizing them to the next blow, which
came even faster and harder. If she held back her cries then,
they were cries of pleasure and joy, not of pain and degradation.
At length, the blows slackened, then stopped, and Parval
stroked the hot, red buttocks softly.
"Very well, lady," he said, softly. "I think you've earned
your reward."
Xylara rolled over, spreading her legs once more, pulling
apart the pink lips, heedless of the hot moisture which now
streamed down them.
"Take me now, Parval. I belong to you. I want to serve you
every way I can. Parval, darling. I want to go away from this
place with you, leave our families behind, make a life somewhere
else, away from this gods-cursed jungle. Litharna,
perhaps, or the White Empire."
"Later, my love," Parval said. "Now it's time to give you
what you wanted so."
With that, he moved atop her, his still-stiff cock slipping
inside her seemingly of its own accord, filling her to
overflowing. None of the slaves was so huge -- he was the largest
she'd ever had, and she felt herself coming uncontrollably as
Parval thrust his enormous organ into her.
She cried out in a passion she had never before known,
coming again and again at his insistent thrusting.
"I want to come, my love," he said, with a trace of regret
in his tone which puzzled her.
"Come in my mouth," Xylara said. "Let me suck you 'til
you come."
Silently, Parval complied, standing and allowing her to
kneel before him, once more slipping his cock between her lips
and allowing her to envelop him in the hot moistness of her
mouth. She carried on as before, alternately sucking and licking,
tugging with her hands, stroking his balls, whispering
endearments as she did so.
Parval responded as before, taking her head in his hands
and thrusting into her, speeding to his own pace, using her
body, taking her as she chose. Xylara's heart soared, for she
felt fully alive and wanted for the first time in her life.
The smashing of wood and the shattering of glass broke
her fantasy into a billion shards. A dozen household guards were
in the room, swords drawn, and at their head, smirking and
strutting like an emaciated peacock in ceremonial armor, was
her brother Thorvaz.
"Caught you, sister," he said lightly as Xylara drew back
and blanched, seeking something to cover herself, to lessen
the horror and humiliation she felt.. "Consorting with the enemy.
Gods, Parval, what deviltry did the two of you plan?
Assassination? Rebellion? The destruction of our household?
My sister has become quite the schemer, hasn't she?"
"Am I free to go, Thorvaz?" Parval asked, his voice now
flat and devoid of the passion and devotion it had once held.
"I think I've paid my debt to your sister quite sufficiently."
He smiled down at Xylara, who crouched in a heap at his feet.
"I'm sorry, dearest, but I was running out of romantic things
to say to you."
Xylara gasped and felt tears well up inside her -- bitter
tears of rage and grief this time.
"Oh, do finish, Parval," Thorvaz told him. "You deserve
some satisfaction for all your work."
"My thanks, Thorvaz," Parval said, grabbing Xylara's head
once more. "It's a pity our families are such enemies."
With that, Parval began to stroke his cock, holding Xylara
firmly by the hair, until at last he came, cascading hot semen
into her face and across her trembling lips.
"Your sister is good, Thorvaz," Parval said as he dressed,
and Xylara lay, sobbing on the floor. "Perhaps you can hire her
out. Earn a little extra income."
Then he was gone, and Xylara was taken from her villa,
still naked, and in chains, her body wracked with sobs. Behind
her, as Thorvaz guided their boat down the river, Arborhall
blazed, as household troops and slaves looted and burned. Within
a month, the jungle would completely reclaim what was
once Xylara's only refuge.
"You should have stayed with Nineh and her harem," Thorvaz
told her. "At least there you did no harm. You dabbled in things
you did not understand, sister. You left me no choice
but to destroy you."
Xylara only stared sullenly at her brother, tears and
streaks of semen drying on her face, unable to clean herself
for the chains which bound her.
They took her before father, and listed her crimes.
"Conspiracy, treason, consortion and fornication with
avowed enemies of your line, concealment of funds," Thorvaz
said, unable to keep the smirk off his face. "Gods know what
else she planned, father."
Count Utharzi was now far beyond his days of glory, and
spent most of his time in bed, his body wracked and wasted.
There were those who might have claimed that his life of
wickedness and cruelty had led him to this fate, to die by
inches in endless agony, but they always did so well out of
the old count's earshot. Though frail and wasted, he still
commanded great power, and could eliminate anyone he chose with
a word.
"Daughter," he said, a trace of the old fire lingering
in his voice. "You have displeased me."
Xylara remained naked and chained, her face still streaked
and filthy, and kneeled at the foot of her father's bed.
"I am old now, daughter," Utharzi continued, "and I realize
that, perhaps, I should have loved you better when you
were younger, then you would not have turned against me so."
His eyes, sunken in his skull, but still bright, scanned the
room. Daeshi was there with Thorvaz, as was Nineh, gazing with
concern at her sister.
"I see the hand of your older siblings in this matter,
as well," said Utharzi, fixing his gaze upon Thorvaz. "Your joy
at your sister's downfall is unseemly, my son. If you are hoping
that I will disown her, exile her, or even have her slain, you
will be disappointed."
Now he looked at Xylara, and she seemed to shrink before
him. "None of this mitigates the enormity of your deeds, Xylara.
My punishment is this: from today forward, no member of
this family may see or speak to you, unless summoned here and
given leave to do so; I give you my estate, the Moonpool, as
your residence, but you may not visit or stay at any other
family holdings; finally, since men were your downfall, no man,
or male of any race or species, shall ever be allowed to lay
his hand on you ever again. You may see and speak to men, but
none may touch you, nor you them. Any man who touches you without
your consent shall be slain. Neither noble, commoner,
nor slave shall sully you with his touch. Should you ever break
my decree, all your titles and holdings will be revoked, you
will be stripped of all family protections, and sold as a slave.
This I decree, though it is with a heavy heart. Now
leave, all of you."
With that, Utharzi's guards ushered them out of the
bedchamber. Xylara was unchained, bathed, and dressed (by female
slaves -- Utharzi's decree was already in effect), then
sent to the Moonpool, where she remained, attended by slaves.
Days stretched into weeks at the Moonpool, and the weeks
into months and years. Xylara lived a life of indolence, attended
by female slaves, and free to travel and make love as
she chose, but never with a man or male of any kind. She bought
many slaves, kept them, punished them, discarded them, searching
for the happiness she had once known with Nineh, and
that she had hoped for with Parval. None helped, until Alrynna,
who loved her absolutely, and gave her whatever she wished.
She kept Alrynna with her, and even nursed her own kind of love
for the pale, dark-haired young woman. Men and males of different
species sometimes found their way into her household, to make
love to Alrynna as if she was Xylara, and to give Xylara some
taste of the fulfillment she would never know.
At length, the old Utharzi died, senile and in agony, the
spirits of those whom he had betrayed and slain tormenting him
in his final days. Perhaps it was the death of his favorite
daughter, Nyxra, who drowned while sailing, which stole the
last vestiges of the old man's will to live. To what pit of
hell he descended, none knew, but most silently hoped it was
a deep one. As for Utharzi himself, Nyxra was dead, and what
remained of his family had disappointed him; he died without
naming a successor, choosing instead to divide his family estates
between the various children, in the understanding
that the last survivor take the mantle of matriarch or patriarch.
His decree regarding Xylara remained unchanged, but
by then she had grown accustomed to her new life.
Still, the memory of her betrayal burned in Xylara's mind.
She was little better than an exile in her own land now, shunned
and cast out. It was Thorvaz, she knew. Thorvaz and
Daeshi, the hateful conspirators who wanted all the family's
power for themselves. She hated them both, and also hated Parval.
A foolish pawn, and little else, he had still played
with her, and crushed what little belief she had had in the
faithfulness of men. She longed for the day on which she would
make them all pay. Xylara still desired power, but now she
desired vengeance as well.
Wulf
"Now you know who I am, and why I am, lion-man," Xylara
said, stretching. "I have brought you to be Alrynna's master.
You are to make love to her as you would to me."
"And you'll watch?" I asked.
"You catch on quickly. I'd heard lion-men were rather
dim."
"You'll find I'm no ordinary lion-man," I said, then after
a pause added, "Mistress."
"You're arrogant and willful, lion-man," she said. "We'll
have that worked out of you someday. In the meantime, prepare
yourself. I will summon you before the voyage is done. Be ready
for a repeat performance with Alrynna, though I will be there
as well."
[END OF PART TWO]
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