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A glance back to Laela, who carefully filled half a dozen goblets on the counter in the rear of the room, revealed that she was probably the only person who
 
hadn’t
 
noticed the change in the air. Something inside his chest tightened for her, saturating him with regret. He wished everything were different. He wished life hadn’t put him in the position of needing to drive her away, of needing to try to shock and offend her.

It was only when Sima and Janya climbed up onto a goblet-strewn table to meet in the center in a long, hot kiss that the crowd began to cheer—and Laela looked up, her eyes landing on the sight responsible for his customers’ delight.

Garon studied her expression, those searching hazel eyes, pondering what she felt.  Wonder? Horror? Arousal? Repulsion? He didn’t know.

He only knew that he couldn’t keep on like this. He only knew that, just like the first night when she’d come here, he wanted to protect her, not hurt her. And also like that first night, he wanted to pleasure her. Deeply. He wanted to impart on her still more new pleasures that she’d never known or even imagined. He wanted to deliver her into every form of ecstasy possible.

He made his way through the crowd to the serving area, where she’d resumed filling goblets from a large jug, approaching behind her. He let his hands close warm about her shoulders. “Put that down,” he said softly.

She looked up in surprise to find him so close. “But I have to serve—”

He took the jug from her hand and lowered it to the counter. Ran his hands slowly up the lengths of her arms. “No one cares about that now. Trust me.”

Their eyes met again over her shoulder and he leaned nearer still, letting his arms wrap full around her. “Watch,” he said, then placed a gentle kiss on her temple and looked back to where Sima and Janya now kneaded each other’s soft round breasts for the customers’ pleasure.

Janya moaned at Sima’s firm caresses, and the sight made Garon go harder, harder than usual when he watched them, because he was holding Laela as he witnessed their passion, because his cock pressed snug against her ass now.
 
Pleasure, princess—I want to teach you still more about it, want to be the man who gives you all you can handle.

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As Sima yanked apart the low hook on Janya’s vest, spreading it to reveal her plump, rose-tipped breasts to one and all, Janya slid her hands up Sima’s outer thighs, taking her furred skirt to her slender hips. The room stayed awash with their heat and  Garon found himself lowering another kiss—this one to Laela’s cheek. “What do you see?” he whispered. “How does it make you feel?”

Janya moaned as Sima’s hands closed over her breasts and she drew the other woman into a sensual tongue kiss to the delight of the awed onlookers. The crowd produced still more prodding cheers when Janya hitched Sima’s skirt higher, high enough that her cunt was revealed.

Laela took deep, labored breaths within his embrace—he could feel the slight movements of her shoulders against his chest, the rise and fall of her breasts just above his arms.
 
Lose yourself in lust, Laela. Lust for the other women. But
 
because
 
of me.
 
For
 
me.
 
“I feel…confused,” she finally admitted.

He leaned closer still, nestled his shaft deeper against her, breathing low in her ear.  “Confused?”

Now Sima bent to lick Janya’s nipple, bold and pointed. Latching onto it with her mouth, she began to suckle, making Janya groan her pleasure.

“I’m confused because…it makes my pussy pulse. And I don’t know why. I am…a woman. And so are they. So…”

Janya lifted Sima’s thin tunic over her head to the raucous cries of the men. She molded Sima’s high breasts in her hands, then bent to kiss first one, then the other. And  Garon merely stayed silent, wanting Laela to take it all in, to let herself become absorbed in it, to quit thinking so much about her preconceived notions of desire and just let herself feel. He’d seen her give herself up to passion with him and Baelor—he wanted to see her give herself up to it again now, completely.
 
Don’t think, my hot little princess, just feel.

Soon enough, Sima sat back on the table, her legs parted wide, revealing the pink flesh of her cunt, surrounded by dark curls. The customers yelled their encouragement as Janya stroked her fingers through it, then boldly pushed two of them inside her friend. At this, Laela flinched lightly in his grasp, prodding him to hold her tighter, press his erection still hotter and harder into the valley of her ass.

Janya proceeded to slide her fingers in and out, in and out, Garon’s eyes glued to that spot and hoping desperately that Laela felt as entranced by the sight as he. He’d seen it before, of course, many times—but somehow it felt new. Witnessing it with  Laela in his arms made it an experience he wanted to have
 
with
 
her.

Moments later, Janya slowly, teasingly lifted her own skirt until her cunt, too, was revealed, to the delight of the rowdy men. The two maids leaned back on their asses but moved closer together, Sima lifting one slender leg over Janya’s and Janya situating the opposite leg atop Sima’s, almost interlocking their bodies—allowing them to press their damp pussies together, moving, grinding. The men went mad, yelling and cheering with reckless abandon, and a goblet banged on a table by way of applause. Both women

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cast lusty smiles as they rocked their bodies together, fueled—as always—by the  excitement they’d created.

“Do you like the way they move together?” Garon asked Laela, stroking the  underside of her breast now, unable to keep from it.

“I…I…” Poor, sweet girl—he could sense her trying to understand her own heated  reaction, obviously baffling to her.

He slid one hand up her inner thigh, beneath her skirt. “Don’t think about whether  it makes sense to you, princess. Just tell me what you feel right now.”

“I think…my pussy is getting hotter and hotter.”

He grinned, lowering a kiss to her hair. “I know. Your thigh is moist.”

“And…the way they rub against each other…I don’t know why, but…it’s making  me so excited. It’s making me think…”

“Yes?”

“Making me think I must know what it feels like to be a man. For they’re lovely  together. Just like…just like…”

“What, princess?”

“During my Orientation, my teacher, Aris, showed me her pussy. And that excited  me, too, although I didn’t understand
 
that
 
any more than I understand
 
this
.”

Oh Ares, the beautifully naughty image she’d just planted in his mind. “Sometimes  women can be excited by women, Laela. Sometimes men can be excited by men, too.  Heat is contagious. And Sima and Janya are incredibly stimulating to watch, for a man
 
or
 
a woman. You need not feel confused by it. Just let yourself enjoy.” With that, he  pressed his fingers to her cunt, again thrilled to be reminded how bare it was, to feel the  smooth skin of her mound beneath his fingertips.

Until they sank into her, that was. He slowly, methodically pushed all four fingers  between her parted folds and she moaned. Ah, Ares, she was so wet, drenching his  hand. He began to stroke, stroke.

“Do you think,” she began breathily, “my pussy is as pretty as theirs?”

Using his other hand to cup the underside of her breast, he spoke low and sure in  her ear. “Prettier.”

“But soon the hair will grow back.”

Ah, his sweet little princess. She misunderstood. “It will
 
still
 
be prettier,” he assured

her.

She looked over her shoulder, eyes wide. “Why?”

Because I like you more. I care for you.

No! What was he thinking? Thank Ares he hadn’t said it aloud. He
 
couldn’t
 
care for her. Right now, she was probably the most dangerous woman in all of Caralon for a man to care about.

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Garon drew in a deep breath and formed another reply. “Because you get so wet for me, princess,” he said, raking his fingers deeper into her, drawing the center one up over the swollen nub at the top. In the middle of the room, Sima and Janya still writhed together on the table, yet all his thoughts focused on Laela now. He peered hotly down over her shoulder at the ripeness of her breasts beneath the thin top, at the way his hand disappeared under her skirt and how her hips moved ever-so slightly against it.  “Because your pussy opens so readily for me, and because you’re so unafraid of the pleasure it brings you.”

Still fucking his fingers, she looked up at him, her eyes melting with innocence.  “Am I? Because sometimes, like just now, watching Sima and Janya…”

“Shhh,” he said. “Trust me, princess, for a royal girl who just lost her virginity a mere two nights ago, you are incredibly eager and enthusiastic. And I find that…”

“What?” she asked, a hint of a smile painting her face.

He shut his eyes, not quite able to believe he was going to say this. “I find it beautiful.”

She sighed and he knew he would regret this, but at the moment, he didn’t care. He stroked his fingers through her wetness more vigorously and with his other hand cupped and molded her breast through the thin cotton weave that barely hid it, raking this thumb across her hardened nipple, again and again. He rained kisses across her neck and listened to her moan, the sound soft enough that only he heard, yet potent enough to turn his stiffened cock even more rigid behind his leather lacings. From time to time he glanced up at Sima and Janya, but they’d lost their appeal for him—his only interest now was to make Laela come. So he whispered it in her ear. “Come, princess.  Come for me.”

“Oh!” she said, then, “Ah…” and he knew she was tumbling into ecstasy at his  command—that simple. It was the deepest pleasure he’d ever experienced outside of  his own orgasm.

A moment later, she stilled in his arms and he held her close, utterly amazed by her.  He was sorry he’d made her serve the men, but having taken her to heaven in that same  crowded room without anyone knowing filled him with a dark, blunt satisfaction. “I  love the way you come for me whenever I tell you to,” he teased her in a low whisper.

She turned a slow smile up at him. “What you say, I do.”

He chuckled warmly at his fervent little slave, then took the opportunity to give her  another command. “Go into the bedchamber,” he said, finally releasing her from his  embrace.

Her lovely eyes sought his. “Are you coming, too?”

It only made sense that he would go with her. That he would fuck her now. That he would complete what he’d just begun with her. But that sense of dark satisfaction had shored up his will again—just a little. She was damnably tempting, so tempting he couldn’t quite believe he was finding the strength to resist her—and yet, somehow, he was. For this moment, anyway.

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Making
 
her
 
come had been his goal, and his joy, just now. And he would have liked to think that made him a more selfless man than he’d realized, but the truth was, touching her, watching her climax, knowing he was responsible for it—it was simply a whole new sort of selfishness for Garon of Myrtell.

“Later,” he replied. “For now, sleep.”

“But…what about the men, and the ale?”

He shook his head. Not only was his princess sweet and exciting, she was even conscientious, too. “The other girls and I will take care of it. Rest. And then…”

She raised her eyebrows in anticipation. “Yes?”

As a fresh idea became full-blown in his mind, for good or for evil, he gave her a wicked grin. “You shall get a surprise.”

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Chapter Six

When he’d sent her off to bed, it had truly been in an effort to resist her, to show himself that he could, that he was strong enough. And yet, in the very space of a heartbeat, he’d heard himself promising her a “surprise” and he’d known instantly what that surprise would be, and dark lust had pooled low in his belly at the very idea.  It
 
still
 
pooled there, heavier now.

The truth was, he didn’t know if this was one more attempt to offend her and drive her from his home, or if it was his earnest wish to help her find new ways of pleasure.  He could only conclude that maybe it was a little of both—or that maybe the outcome of the experiment would provide the real answer to that question.

Like last night, he eased the bedroom door open and stepped inside to light a candle. The glow illuminated the room, and his princess—who lay in sweet slumber on the bed—still wore the revealing outfit he’d given her earlier. He’d never seen anyone look like such a perfect combination of innocence and sin.

“Come in, girls,” he said softly, watching Sima and Janya enter. Their clothing was back in place, yet they still appeared in sensual disarray, their hair tousled, lips swollen, eyes hungry. Outside the room, the tavern lay empty and quiet now, and the sense of privacy—just him and three lovely women—dropped over him like a warm fur on an already hot night.