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“How’s that, princess?” he asked in that same deep, husky voice of sex.

A shaky “Good” was all she could muster.

“It’s about to get better,” he quipped, sounding amused with himself just before he

blew on her clit once more and then—Ares above!—sank his mouth there.

Oh! She couldn’t have imagined such deep, thrilling delights as those that assaulted her now. Aris had told her a man liked to have a woman use her mouth on his cock, but she’d had no idea the reverse was possible, nor so incredible!

She watched, panting, as Garon’s tongue moved sensually over the little pink nub of flesh at the top of her slit. Each lick vibrated through her like something mystical, magical. And when Garon shifted his gaze from his work to her eyes—oh, she’d never experienced such an intimate connection with anyone in her life!

His finger still pressed into her below, moving in and out, just like Aris’ pointer had, but his finger was warmer, softer, more welcome there. Without planning it, her hips began to move—she lifted her pussy to his hand, to his mouth, wanting more and more of his tongue and lips and teeth there. It was like touching herself, but better—because it came from
 
him
, this amazing man with fiery eyes and a mouth that was taking her straight to heaven.

Soon enough, she knew she would find that heaven that felt so near—and nothing else mattered. She let go of the bed furs and instead coiled her fingers into his hair, massaging his scalp, pulling him to her where she thrummed and ached and needed him most. He sucked her clit between his teeth as he moved his finger—maybe more than one now?—inside her, and she moaned at each rhythmic touch and lick, and felt her pleasure climbing, climbing…until she reached that astounding summit of release.  “Oh Ares! Oh Ares! Yes!” Uncontrollable sobs left her as the sensation pounded through her like the hot beat of a drum, and she closed her eyes, seeing nothing but darkness and delicious joy as finally the orgasm faded.

A feather-soft kiss—laced with an odd, sweet taste that she thought must have come from her cunt—touched her lips. By the time she tried to kiss back, though, he

was gone.

Slowly, she opened her eyes and met Garon’s. “I’ve never…felt anything so perfect.”

He gave a slight grin, although his eyes still looked serious. “I’m glad you liked it, princess.”

She could scarcely believe this had happened—with
 
this
 
man, her fantasy man from the village—but now she wanted more. “Take off your clothes and fuck me,” she begged.

Yet Garon only gave his head a skeptical tilt—then got up and walked toward the door without looking back.

Shock and disappointment roared through her, becoming physical reactions as well as emotional ones. “You’re not going to fuck me?”

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He faced her with a cynical laugh, although his words seemed laced with kindness.  “No, princess, I’m afraid you and I are done here.”

For a second, Laela couldn’t breathe. Why was he leaving? How could he not want what
 
she
 
wanted? She had to stop him from going. How could she save this?  Desperation brought an answer. “My Orienter told me it was difficult, once you’re aroused, to sleep that way.”

“That’s why I made you come,” he replied, one eyebrow arching.

“I was…thinking of you.”

He slyly lowered his chin. “Don’t worry—I
 
won’t
 
be sleeping that way. Surely you saw Sima and Janya when you came in.”

The two women kissing in the tavern. “Oh…” More disappointment, this time paired with stark jealousy, rushed through her like a bitter drink of water. Someone else would have his cock tonight. Maybe even
 
two
 
someone elses. It wasn’t fair—or right.  She still wanted, urgently, to somehow draw him back to her. “Wait. Before you go…”

He cynically arched one brow. “Yes?”

“Show me your cock. I haven’t yet seen one. I want to see it.”

Garon’s desire seemed to reach out from his hungry shaft in hard, clawing fingers that tightened every muscle in his body. It was risky enough that he’d pleasured her, but he’d simply been unable to resist. And now the little nymph was begging to see his rod? He’d best get out of this room—quickly. “That…would be a bad idea.”

“Why?”

He simply laughed. “You’re relentless, aren’t you?”

“When I need to be.” She blinked coyly, and even that was almost enough to bury him. Ares, this girl was enticing—the way innocence and eagerness meshed in her hazel green eyes almost hypnotized him. “Show me,” she said, a slight edge of demand in her voice that made his cock a little more rigid.

Taking a deep breath, Garon walked slowly back to the side of the bed where she lay.
 
This is a mistake. Turn around. Walk out the door right now. Let Sima and Janya take care of you.
 
Yet his feet kept moving toward the ruler’s all-too-dangerous daughter.

When he reached her, he couldn’t resist stroking his palm lightly up the bulge in his leather pants. He heard her sigh in anticipation as she lay in beautiful disarray beneath him, her green gown still falling around the tops of her shapely thighs. Her berry-colored lips lay parted in wonder and he couldn’t help enjoying the power she awarded him in that moment—knowing what she wanted so badly, and that it was his to give.

He was tempted to tell
 
her
 
to unlace his pants if she wanted to see his shaft so badly—but no. He would do it himself, let her see his cock—and then, by Ares, he would get out of there before it was too late.

As he methodically worked the strained leather lacings, he remained all too aware that the girl before him was a virgin. It was the only way he could account for his uncharacteristic excitement at revealing himself to her. It was one thing with Sima, or

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Janya, or any of the other village women—they’d seen as many cocks as he’d seen cunts, it was nothing new. But for this girl, inexperienced and fresh as a spring day…somehow he almost felt like a virgin himself as he parted the opening of his pants and let his erection burst forth.

She gasped at the sight and he felt her awe trickle through him. He glanced down at the reddened head and the hard, veined column of flesh stretching stiffly beneath. Her first. He
 
wanted
 
to be her first. In more than just seeing his shaft.

Without warning, she reached up slender fingers to touch it. They raked ticklishly down over the skin like thin threads of heat. He tried not to let her see his pleasure, for that wouldn’t aid his determination to resist her.

When she petted it as if it were an animal, he let out a hard sigh he wished he could have held in. Her simple touch was like fire. Next, she gingerly wrapped her hand full around it, squeezing lightly, and the sensation shot through him, making him moan.

She smiled. “You like to be touched here.”

Her innocence drew another chuckle from him, despite himself. “Of course I do, princess. Touching works both ways, you know.”

She nodded slowly, as if just starting to really figure that out.

Damnation, he wanted her so badly he couldn’t breathe. If she’d just been a bit more shy, a little more hesitant, he could have easily been out the door by now—but her eagerness was proving downright irresistible. She wanted more of his cock, that was plain to see. Fortunately for Garon, there were ways to give it to her without taking her precious virginity. “Put it in your mouth, princess.”

Her eyes widened even as she kept her small hand curled around his hard length.  “Really?”

Did he detect a bit of nervousness in her voice? Maybe she’d be too afraid—and it would allow him to make his escape.

But instead she just asked, “Um…how exactly?”

A fresh burst of lust traveled the span of his body at the question—his little princess wasn’t going shy at all, and now he no longer wanted her to. Reaching down, he ran one hand over the brown hair that led back to her virginal braid, and as the notion hit him that a virgin was going to suck his cock, it was nearly enough to make him explode right then and there.

“Just ease your lips down over it,” he said softly, leaning toward her, watching as she rose up, bringing her face so enticingly close to his stiff, sensitive shaft. “Ease your lips down as far as you can, and then, if you like, move your head up and down, taking the cock in and out of your mouth.”

Her lips were parted so prettily as she gazed up at him that he couldn’t wait to see them wrapped around him below.

“Do it,” he prodded in a barely audible whisper.

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Re-situating herself to kneel on the bed, she gripped him a little tighter, then bent to gently lick the tip, taking away the dot of moisture there. He groaned at the touch of her tongue, amazed at her lovely way of easing into the task, clearly following her Ares-given instincts on how to pleasure a man. His knees nearly gave out as she swirled her wet tongue all around the head and then slowly but purposefully sank her mouth over the end of his cock.

He let out a low sound of pleasure as the physical delight melded with the visual.  Enrick’s pretty virgin daughter was sucking his cock in his bedchamber, her braid falling forgotten over one shoulder, her full lips looking swollen and leaving a beautiful circle of wetness behind as she began to do what he’d instructed, moving up and down on him.

His breathing came in low rhythmic groans as he began to meet her movements with light thrusts. “Yes,” he growled over her. “Yes, you’re doing well, princess. So well. Don’t stop. Don’t stop.”

His eager little virgin worked over him like she’d been delivering such treats for years. He stroked his thumbs over her cheeks, felt the stretch of the skin there, touched fingers to her lips where they circled him to feel the “O” her mouth made. Mostly, she worked with her eyes closed—but when she opened them wide to peer up at him and their gazes connected, hard and hot, he knew he didn’t want to come this way with her.

No, he wanted between her legs. He wanted to know that soft, untried flesh opening just for him.

And indeed, he never
 
had
 
been very good at denying himself anything when it

came to women.

“Ares,” he bit off angrily, lost in lust and disgust at himself.

His princess looked up, releasing him from her tender mouth. “What?”

He couldn’t let this go on—he had to stop it, once and for all. “You have to go.
 
Now
.” His hands still curved sensually about her head, making the moment all the more  awkward.

She sat upright, disbelief turning her hazel eyes a dark shade of green that seemed to closer match those in the odd little cat’s head pendant at her throat. “You’re going to put me out, at night, in the dark?”

He released a sigh and let a matter-of-fact gruffness color his voice. “Sorry, princess, but if I don’t, I’ll take your virginity, and then what?”

“Well—”

He didn’t give her a chance to answer. “I’ll
 
tell
 
you what. You’ll end up back at that fortress and when it’s discovered your virginity is gone, you’ll tell them who did it.  And then I’ll be dead.”

She shook her head vehemently, the high braid swishing in back. “I won’t, I swear it. And I told you—I don’t intend to end up back at the fortress or ever even
 
near
anyone royal again.”

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He narrowed his gaze on her, doubtful. She sounded earnest, but she remained such an innocent—full of bravado, and he knew she had no idea how to survive outside the fortress walls. “And just where do you intend to go?”

She drew in a deep breath, eyes worried. “This all came up rather suddenly, as I explained, so I’m not sure. But…” She let out a tired sigh. “Couldn’t I just stay here? I promise I won’t be any trouble. I could…serve ale like Sima and Janya.”

Garon tilted his head and released a dry chuckle, then replied with an edge in his voice to make sure she heard him, to make sure she understood the reality of existence in the village compared to life in her safe, sugar-coated fortress. “Princess, in case you haven’t noticed, Sima and Janya serve more than ale. They enjoy their work, granted, but they get paid for what they like to do best, which is fuck. I don’t need a tavern maid who just serves ale.” With that, he turned to stalk away, to finally leave her there, as he should have done long before now.

But Ares help him, he couldn’t do it. Just couldn’t.

He wanted her too fervently, the need burning low in his belly, a sensation so desperate he couldn’t quite understand it.

Because she was a virgin? No—it had to be more than that. It was because she was beautiful and ripe and fresh, at once hotter than the sun that blistered Myrtell’s beaches in summer and sweeter than honey straight from the hive.

He’d obviously lost his mind, and his chest burned with anger at himself, and at her—for coming into his tavern and his life so unexpectedly, and seemingly stealing away his sanity.