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times tonight. Therefore, I order you to sleep in my bed.
He felt a shiver run through his slave. Looking at the side of her face, Rydah saw
the shy smile appear.
Come, prepare yourself.
Jenya moved quickly toward the bed, then paused, as if seeking permission. He
nodded and she crawled under the thin coverlet. Rydah shook his head: this would
never do. He reached down and pulled the cover off his beauty. He enjoyed seeing her
naked. As he watched, Jenya s nipples became hard points. Her pussy swelled, then
opened like a flower. He could see her wetness within. If ever he had any doubts about
Jenya s willingness to be his breeder, they evaporated in that moment.
This slave this woman wanted him. He would not disappoint.
Rydah climbed onto the bed next to her and let his fingers trace patterns on her
skin. She shivered again. Her lips parted. He had a sudden urge to kiss them, and damn
convention! No other Damon would know what went on in Rydah s chambers. He
leaned in. Jenya s eyes grew wide, but she turned her face toward him. Their lips met.
They kissed, like lovers. He tasted the sweetness of her for a long time.
His hand roamed over her breast, exploring the turgid nipple. Then he moved it
down along her hip to the beginning of her leg. He could feel goosebumps on her skin.
His tumescent cock ached for release.
The hand returned, brushing the delicate hairs on her mound. The kisses became
more passionate. When he finally touched her core, she was wet with desire.
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Rydah moved over her. Jenya looked down at her lord s cock. He knew she didn t
have a lot of experience with them, and appeared to be fascinated with it. Perhaps she
wondered how they could start out so soft, yet grow so long and hard!
Rydah almost laughed as she stared at it. He watched her hand start to reach for it,
then pull away. Go on, he urged.
She looked up at him, then let her gaze return. She reached out and gently touched
it with her fingertips. To Rydah, it was like the kiss of the apalar, a delicate insect with
large wings that lived during the hot season.
Put it in you, he breathed. Her touch made him want to spill his seed soon. It
wouldn t do to waste it.
She looked startled for a moment, as if that was something that shouldn t be
allowed. He just nodded. Then she smiled and grabbed his cock more firmly. She
spread her legs wider and placed the tip against the entrance. For a lapar, she rubbed
the tip between her labia, covering it with juices. She let it rise up to stroke her clit and
soon found a rhythm there.
Rydah could tell she was pleasuring herself, something no slave would normally
do. He watched, enthralled, trying to hold back his seed as Jenya began to rock her hips
with the rhythm of her building orgasm. When he sensed she was about to achieve her
release, he pushed into her, letting the shaft of his hard cock press against her clit. He
felt his seed erupt into her.
She gasped, grabbed him hard around his chest and exploded into a powerful
release. Oh Rand! Oh Rand! Oh Rand! she shouted.
Oh, my darling! You feel so good! The words tore out of him. It was as if, for that
moment, Jenya had become his equal.
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Chapter Sixteen
Symal s barred carriage carried her through the forbidding gates of Goren that
afternoon. She gripped the bars with manacled hands and stared, mute, as tears flowed
from her eyes. She doubted she d ever see the Acolyte again and if she did, he would be
repelled that she had been used so brutally. Would he take revenge on his father for
her? She doubted it. He d be angry, yes, but would soon learn to accept his princess.
Before the ryne was out, she d be a distant memory to him.
The carriage halted in front of the doors to the decrepit stone building that housed
the slave pens. To Symal, it was a prison. Except what happened there would probably
be worse.
Two guards stepped up and unlocked the rear door and motioned her out. She
struggled out as best she could with her fetters, trying to cover her nakedness. They
laughed at her. One reached in and stroked an exposed breast and laughed again when
she tried to pull away. Don t worry, little pet, soon you ll learn to love the touch of a
mighty Warrior.
They hauled her inside. When the large wooden door closed behind her, it was as if
her hope had been trapped on the other side.
Symal s feet barely touched the ground as they hurried her along the corridor,
ignoring her whimpers. They came to a double-door and knocked.
Enter, came a muffled voice and the guards took her inside.
Symal was dragged before a desk, where a troll-like man sat, dressed in dirty
Damon robes. He looked more like a Laborer to her. His face seemed scrunched up as if
he had been damaged at birth. His dark hair thinned at the top of his head, giving him a
tangle of unruly locks.
What have we here? He asked the guards.
Slave Symal, a gift from High Acolyte Kendam, Lord Dyman, intoned one of the
guards, handing him a piece of parchment.
Dyman took it and read carefully, moving his lips. He looked up and smiled evilly
at the trembling girl. Well, it seems you ve angered Kendam himself. Not wise, my
child. Not wise at all.
I didn t
SHUT UP! He thundered. Slaves don t speak! At least, they learn not to if they
want to avoid trouble. Do you want trouble?
Symal miserably shook her head.
Good! You can learn, then. Perhaps you ll make a good breeder after all.
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But I m only seventeen! she blurted, only to be silenced a moment later when
Dyman slapped her hard across the face.
You must be mistaking us for one of those other slave pens, he said. We don t
follow such rules here. He turned to the guards. Take her away. There s a Warrior
breeding coming up this very sun. Ten lashes should cure her of her insolence. Then put
her among the breeders.
* * * * *
Acolyte Lepdar paced the corridor outside Kendam s office, angry at being kept
waiting. If he were Raparn the priest wouldn t keep him out here like a dog!
Finally, the door opened and the Acolyte was motioned inside by Mipola, one of
Kendam s advisors.
Well? Did you read it? The Acolyte had no time for niceties.
Kendam stood, the old document in hand. This is interesting, yes. But I m not sure
it applies here or if it s still in force. I ll have to ask High Lord Bandar about it.
Not sure it applies!? It s a perfect match! And I m assured it has not been repealed.
I m sure my father will approve, he said, stressing his lineage.
Perhaps. But you must understand, these things have to be handled delicately.
What if Syran doesn t agree? Or Princess Wenelle? We have to send messengers to
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