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She would enjoy having a more normal sort  of life again, yes, but only if Ralen

wanted
 
her to have it.

A shocking notion, and she knew she should  hate herself for feeling that way, but she couldn’t fight it. Everything he’d done to  train her had worked. With stunning ease.  She was his now—his sex slave.

Ralen sat in a chair, watching his vixen  bride walk quietly about the room. He enjoyed the sight of her tail, not only because he knew it was stretching her ass for him,but because she wore it so docilely, like it was a part of her now. His naughty little filly.  He loosened  the  lacings on his pants so that he  could stroke his  hardened cock as she walked.

The sight of  her beautiful breasts, the nipples  held  taut  in  their rings, and  her pussy,bound by the chain at her waist, added to his stiffness. Even the jewels at her wrists and ankles continued to  excite him.  It all reminded him that  she was his, and her  pure

beauty pleased him all the more.

When she stilled across the room  to look at  him, he said, “Keep walking about for  me, wanton.” Her eyes dropped briefly to his erection and he saw the spark of desire  glitter in her gaze as she turned to pace away from him once more, her sensual tail  swaying behind.

Had she been this beautiful all along? In  the hallway at Rawley? At the Giving  Ceremony? At their seaside wedding? Perhaps, for he’d always been drawn to her,  from the first moment he’d seen her two  years ago—but somehow he couldn’t help

thinking her even more beautiful now.  Her eyes held fire, blue flames.

She would like what  he had planned for her this night. A few days ago,  he’d  enjoyed injecting fear into their relationship. Now, though, he enjoyed her pleasure, her  eagerness to  please him, and he knew instinctively that his hungry bride would relish  learning this new task.

Had she done it to anyone else before? He  didn’t think so. And he was trying very  hard to start believing  she’d never done
 
anything
 
with anyone else before. He still found  it a challenging conclusion to draw, given how easy it would have been for her to lift  her dress for a man’s hand or mouth at any time—just as she had for him, but he
 
wanted
 
to believe she was his alone, as she should be.

“I had the cook prepare a dessert for you today,” he told her.

She came to stand before him,  noticing for  the first time,  it seemed, the one bowl on the tray behind him that remained untouched from their earlier fucking and feeding session. “What is it?”

“Chocolate.”

“Choc-lut?”

He grinned. “You’ve never had chocolate  before, vixen?” In truth, he  wasn’t surprised. It was a recent import this far north, brought by boats, at a great price, fromtropical regions far south. He’d discovered  it while traveling to the islands beyond  Floridan— an island empress had shared it with him, and despite the outrageous cost,

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he’d ordered a small supply of his own. He’d  been saving it, although he hadn’t been  certain why—and now he knew. He couldn’t think of  a better way to initiate his vixen  wife into one of man’s deepest pleasures.

She shook her head, and he reached to the table behind him and swept one finger  through the dark, creamy mixture,  then held it up to her mouth.

She stepped forward cautiously, then gave  a soft, delicate lick to his finger. He was surprised when he shuddered from the small touch, but perhaps his training was having an  effect on
 
him
, too—perhaps his bride wasn’t the only one in a state of

constant arousal.

She tasted, swallowed, then smiled. “Very sweet.”

He nodded. “A great delicacy.”

She boldly  took his hand in hers, and  proceeded to lick the  rest of the dark chocolate from it, even taking his finger inside her mouth. His cock tensed even more and  he  held  back  a  groan,  thinking  it  wouldn’t  be  wise  to  let  her  know  it  took  so  littlethese days to excite him.

“May I have  more…master?”

He smiled darkly up into her eyes. He didn’t know if she was addressing him fromthe heart or if she wanted the chocolate so  badly she was pretending in order to get it,

but it didn’t matter much. Either way, he  liked the sound of the word on her tongue.

“Yes, you may, vixen. Kneel between my legs.”

Pleased that she didn’t even flinch at the  request, he parted the lacings of his pants

farther, pushing them down so that his whole length, along with his balls, was freed. He spread his legs and watched as she dropped to her knees before him while he shrugged from his leather vest. Then he reached for the  bowl and carefully spooned the creamy chocolate over the length of his cock. “You may lick it off, Teesia.”

The dark-haired girl before him bit her berry-colored lip as she studied his rod.  Even her eyes, planted there, kept him fully aroused.

He didn’t have to wait long, though, before she leaned  in and boldly licked  up the length of his cock where it lay rigid against  his stomach, taking  the chocolate onto her  tongue and  making him groan at the sight, not to mention the sensation.

Their eyes met as she made a show of  thoroughly licking her upper lip—pleasure  raged in her gaze.

“You like it,” he said.

“Very much.”

Chocolate or cock? Hopefully both.

He spooned  more onto his length. “Have some more.”

This time, she didn’t hesitate, licking her  way up his hard shaft, even using the tip of her tongue to rake the chocolate from the indention just under the head. He moaned and decided his eager bride was ready to go  further. This time, he held his  cock away

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from his stomach and spooned the creamy chocolate onto the head,  then used the spoon  to smear it downward on all sides. “Now suck it, vixen,” he whispered darkly.

Ralen watched as she studied his cock a  moment more,  then opened her mouth and  leaned over him. Slowly, slowly, she went down, taking him inside, sucking away the chocolate as instructed. He let out a deep  sigh as the pleasure radiated through him  from the workings of her soft  mouth. “That’s right, my little wanton. Suck all the chocolate away, just like that.” This quickly, she was eager and thorough—indeed, the chocolate had been a very good idea.

When finally she backed off, her gaze was purely sexual, and her lips, laced with  remnants of the sweet  treat, looked delightfully swollen from her  task. On impulse, he  leaned over and kissed her hard, tasting the chocolate, reveling in his bride’s  sensuality.

The next time she took his chocolate-laden cock between her pretty  lips, he watched  her work, sucking at the dark, liquid delicacy, driving him wild with desire until he pushed, just slightly. She looked  up  at  him,  the  first  time  she’d  done  so  with  his  shaft buried in her mouth, and he nearly exploded  into the soft recesses that caressed his  hardness. He forgot the chocolate and cupped  her face in his hands. “Take more of me, vixen.” Not a command, a request. He almost  regretted the tenderness in his voice.

But below him, she closed her eyes and eased her mouth deeper onto him— impossibly deep, he thought, for  an inexperienced girl.
 
But that doesn’t mean she’s sucked another man’s cock before.
 
He  wasn’t  sure  why,  but  he  just  didn’t believe she had. In ways
 
this
 
intimate, she truly seemed innocent to him. No, he couldn’t help believing that her slow skill was the result of how deeply aroused she was, and how much she desired  him, even how much she desired pleasing him.

“Yes, Teesia,” he whispered. She moved her mouth only a little  now, she’d taken  him so deep, and it was simply being there,  having her hold him there, so immersed in  her mouth, that spurred his excitement. “You are  lovely, my  naughty bride,” he  breathed, his voice actually coming out shaky. “Lovely with your mouth stretched around me, lovely sucking me with those pretty, swollen lips.”

After what  seemed a long while, she backed  off, releasing him, then let out a  harsh  breath and closed her eyes. When she opened them, she smiled up at him and said, “Shall I do it some more?”

He returned a slow grin. “Oh yes,  sweet  wanton, suck my cock some more.”

She bit her lip coquettishly. “May I have more chocolate?”

This time, he actually laughed. “As much as you like.”

Reaching up, she generously slathered his  cock with the dark creamy liquid, then vigorously went down. She sucked with  great enthusiasm and even reached up  to fondle his  balls as she worked. He pumped  softly into her accepting mouth, the sensations running through him  as dark and sweet as the chocolate itself—and again, he nearly came when she lifted her blue gaze to him.

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When she seemed to have sucked her fill,  he told her  to clean him off especially well, getting every remnant of  chocolate,  so she used her tongue and lips to great advantage until he deemed his cock clean enough and stood, pulling her to feet as well.

“Walk to one corner of the bed for me,” he  said, and as she went, he felt nearly drunk on her—the sway of her ass and fringy  tail, the enthusiasm with his cock, it was almost too much for him to take.

But no, he
 
could
 
take it,
 
would
 
take it, because he wasn’t ready to come yet. Not even

close.

“Grab onto the post with both hands and arch your pretty round ass toward me.”

She did so, peeking enticingly over her shoulder at him, then wiggling her bottom  just slightly. It nearly undid him. “Naughty little filly,” he purred in her ear as he  approached from behind to warmly cup her breasts, rub his cock in her horse’s tail.

He reached one hand to  pull back  her long tresses so that he could  kiss her slender, arching neck, then lowered his hands to her hips. “Do you still feel this in your ass?” he whispered, grabbing onto the leather tail to swish it back and forth.

“Ooooh…mmm, yes.” His vixen’s reply came breathy hot.

Using one hand to  push the tail aside, he  used the other to unhook her chain and  position his cock at her pussy— already warm  and wet on his swollen tip. One smooth,  enveloping slide of his shaft and he was in  her. She moaned the same deep pleasure  that assaulted him and he couldn’t help asking, “And do you feel
 
this
 
in your cunt?” He  thrust short and hard.

“Oh yes, master! Yes!”

Master again. It turned his loins all the warmer and made it impossible to keep  from driving into her, hard, harder. She let  out lovely little cries with each hot plunge,  and his heated groans mingled with them.

“Say my name, my hungry little filly.”

“Ralen! Oh, Ralen!”

He pounded in to her with growing force, unable to control it.

“Oh Ares—yes! Ralen! Fuck me, Ralen! Fuck me!”

He recalled that she’d made that same demand on the night they’d met, and he’d

been unable to oblige her. Now, he wanted to be angry with her for issuing
 
any
 
demand, but instead,  he only did as she asked—he fucked her, and fucked her, and  fucked her.

She arched into him,  meeting his strokes, her soft tail falling around where he entered her. “Such a naughty girl,” he found  himself breathing in  her ear as  he moved in her warmth. “Such a naughty little vixen. I should give you a spanking.”

“Yes, you should,” she breathed without hesitation.

In rhythm with his next plunge  into her wet  depths, he brought the flat of his hand down on her creamy round ass. Her cry was deeper than usual, and he relished the raw

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delight of knowing he’d taught her to love a  bit of pain with her pleasure, then slapped her bottom again, and again, as they fucked.

More of her, he needed more of her somehow. He longed to explode inside the  warm, wicked little cave of her cunt, yet he desired some further connection.  He wanted to touch her more, kiss her, find other ways to be close.

On impulse, he withdrew his cock and spun  her to face him. She looked slightly alarmed at the sudden change, but he only  said, “Come here, vixen,” as he backed toward the chair, her hands in his. As he  sat down, he tugged at the chain between her  breasts to  pull her nearer. She cried out,  but he had no regrets, knowing with confidence now that she
 
loved
 
those blessed bits of pain he could deliver. Nothing but  heat and unadulterated longing shone on her face as she straddled him in the chair.

He  didn’t  want  to  go  slowly  now,  so  he  gave  a  hard  yank  on  the  breast  chain  andthe rings popped free. She shrieked again, her expression filled with anguish, and he worried he’d really hurt her—until he bent  to suckle her and she moaned and arched against his mouth in response.

Stopping to reach for the chocolate, he haphazardly smeared it  across both her round breasts, then feverishly licked and sucked it from  the lush mounds. Hands at herass, mouth at her chocolaty nipples, he pulled her down, smoothly sheathing his cock with her warm, slick pussy. They both moaned, and though they’d never fucked thisway before—he’d never deigned to let her be  up on top of him in any way until this unplanned  moment—she moved on him with  instinctive, rhythmic moves, as ifperforming an erotic dance.