Dorian The Everlasting Ch. 08

Foreword:

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This is the 8th chapter of my series, Dorian the Everlasting. If you're new to the story, I highly recommend starting from Chapter 1 for the best experience.

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Chapter 8 - Arla wants a taste

I awoke with a broad smile the following morning, as I felt two sets of lips caressing my swollen cock.

Two sets of green eyes looked up at me with radiant smiles, their sultry voices in perfect harmony. "Good morning, my lord," they said.

I smiled. "Good morning, my lovely ladies. To what do I owe this honor?" I said, with a devilish smile.

It was Louisa, who answered first, as Kimiko's lips were wrapped around my shaft. "My lord, after last night, we thought it only our duty to reward you for your tremendous efforts" she said with a smile before Kimiko's lips popped off the head of my manhood, with Louisa dutifully taking her companion's place. Her soft lips wrapped around my shaft, sending a shiver of pleasure up down to my balls.

The exotic beauty smiled wickedly, "Louisa is only telling half the truth, my lord."

I chuckled, "Is that so?"

She licked her lips. "Oh yes, my lord. She failed to mention that our efforts were not purely altruistic... we wanted another round... that is, my lord, if you don't mind."

I rolled my eyes and smiled. "Well, Kimiko, you better come sit on my face, I don't have all day."

She giggled and Louisa popped off my cock and elicited a cute, "Yay!" before I felt her warm slit engulf my shaft, as Kimiko sat on my hungry mouth.

After I took both ladies to rapturous climaxes, and filled Louisa to the brim with my cum, I took my bath in the bathhouse, where Sonya and Katarina almost delayed me further. I denied any opportunity for extended carnal activity, but did allow them to wash me. After which, I left the perfumed halls of the harem quarters and made my way to the feasting hall.

***

Sunlight streamed through high windows, illuminating a table laden with fresh fruit, cold meats and delicious cheeses. My family and guests were already gathered, the soft hum of their conversation drifting toward me.

Arla smiled warmly when she spotted me. "My lord husband," she greeted, from her seat to the right of mine, which was at the head of the table. Cylvia gave me a bright-eyed grin. Duke Eimon De'Rollo and his daughter, Cladia, were seated nearby. Cladia's elegant poise betrayed only a hint of nerves, though she lit up when she caught my eye. I dipped my head in greeting her.

"Good morning, everyone," I said, seating myself. My gaze landed on Earl Elon Ba'Reef and Countess Cyrell Tyr'Shin, who were among the guests. "Earl Elon, Countess Cyrell, thank you again for the gifts of Louisa and Kimiko. Their company has proven most delightful. Both are great additions to my house."

Earl Elon inclined his head, a pleased grin on his face. "I'm glad Louisa has lived up to your expectations, Lord Dorian."

"She has exceeded them," I responded. "Her musical talents are quite impressive--she brings a lovely atmosphere wherever she goes."

Countess Cyrell bowed her head slightly, as my eyes shifted to her. "Kimiko's talents are many, and I'm pleased you've been able to appreciate them, Lord Dorian."

I nodded, thinking of Kimiko's lithe form and the talents she practiced last night and this morning. "I assure you, she will be well cared for and cherished in my household."

Turning to Duke Eimon, I gave a bow of my head. "Eimon, Cladia, I trust you slept well? I'm looking forward to our ride through the vineyards."

Cladia, my betrothed, blushed slightly, her soft Northern accent slipping through. "Yes, Lord Dorian. I very much look forward to seeing more of your lands."

"Our wedding draws nearer," I said, offering her a reassuring nod. "I hope each day allows you more comfort here in the south."

She returned a genuine smile, and Duke Eimon gave a curt, approving nod. "There be much to adjust to, here in the south. But she grows more comfortable by the day."

During the meal, I made sure to speak with Duke Corlen May'Shire, who was finishing a serving of fresh fruit. He stood as I approached, greeting me with a cordial nod. "Lord Dorian," he began, his expression warm, "I wished to thank you again for taking Sonya and Katarina into your household. From what they've shared, it seems they cannot praise you highly enough--both speak of your kindness and the respect you've shown them."

He paused briefly, a touch of fatherly pride creeping into his voice. "It eases my mind to know they will be well cared for here. Indeed, I'm heartened to see they have found such a welcoming home."

I returned his nod, assuring him of my intent to safeguard their well-being and honor, further cementing the trust between our houses.

Just then, Diana swept gracefully into the dining hall-- my last remaining concubine, whom I had yet to bed. She was wearing a long, black layered dress with a white silk underskirt and a laced-up corset. Although respectful, the dress still provided a delicious amount of cleavage. The voluptuous woman, with a body certainly created to draw the eyes of men and women, received glances from those around the table. I watched as she approached the table.

She curtsied, "Good morning, lord."

I smiled at the beautiful woman. "Good morning, Diana. Can I help you with something?"

She looked a little surprised at my question. "No, my lord. I came to collect Lord Dario. I am his tutor for today. We will be covering mathematics, especially as it applies to measuring distance and shapes."

My five-year-old son looked up from his seat at the mention of his name. "Already?" he complained.

I looked over at my son with a bemused smile. He was the spitting image of me at his age. "Dario."

"Yes, father," he said, attentively.

"Have you been introduced to Lady Diana?" I asked, gesturing to the white-haired beauty.

He nodded, "Yes, Mummy took me and Mera yesterday."

My three-year-old daughter piped up, "We've lots more aunts now! Aunty Di, an' Aunty Sonya, an' Aunty 'Kat, an' Aunty Lu, an' Aunty Kimki. That's six aunties now! Aunty Cassie, too!" She beamed, her white hair bouncing around her face.

Her brother just rolled his eyes. "They know, Mera."

Mera shot him a quick glare, tongue sticking out in playful defiance.

Arla stepped in, placing a hand on Mera's shoulder. "Enough of that," she said gently, but firmly. "Dario, follow Lady Diana and do your best to be attentive."

With a dramatic sigh, Dario stood, making a show of his disinterest. Arla lifted a cautioning finger. "And, mister, what did I say about our behavior with your tutors?"

He exhaled, replying in an impatient yet respectful tone, "As the plow prepares the land, a teacher prepares the mind."

She smiled, nodding in approval. "That is why we...?"

He finished the phrase, "Maintain the plow, and honor the teacher."

A brilliant, heart-stopping smile illuminated Arla's face, as she cupped his cheeks. "Remember that and we'll make a lord of you yet," she said, pressing a quick peck on his cheek. "Now, go."

We watched Dario leave with Diana--her long, white hair swaying with each graceful step. As she glided away, I noticed Arla's gaze lingering on Diana, a curious, measuring look that held just a hint of intrigue. She then turned that same mysterious stare on me, amusement dancing in her eyes. I couldn't help but wonder what thoughts were crossing her mind.

Before I could dwell on it, my attention was drawn to Mera, who, surprisingly, wasn't protesting her brother's departure. "What's this I see?" I teased. "My Mera is not jealous of her brother today?"

Mera gave a sunny grin. "I'm painting with Aunty Lu today!" she announced.

I chuckled, "Well then, you better finish your breakfast and get to it."

Once breakfast concluded, I escorted Earl Elon Ba'Reef and Countess Cyrell Tyr'Shin to the castle's courtyard, where their retinues were already assembling to depart for their respective lands.

"I wish you safe travel, Elon," I said, grasping Earl Elon's forearm in farewell. "I trust our alliance will only grow stronger from here."

The earl bowed his head. "I will see that it does, my lord regent."

Countess Cyrell followed with a measured curtsy, her dark hair spilling over her shoulders. "We appreciate your hospitality, Lord Dorian. I remain forever indebted to you for my freedom. I only ask that you treat my... Lady Kimiko well. She is... she is unique." A single unshed tear gathered in the corner of her eye.

"I will cherish her, my lady," I promised. "You needn't worry. She has told me of your shared love for her departed father. I regret that I could not prevent his death at Gleaming Pass. I hope you, at least, found some comfort in the punishment of his killers."

A scowl twisted her still beautiful features. "With respect, my lord, we both know the one truly responsible for that travesty still sits upon the Gilded Throne. The Black Queen." She spat the title like a curse. "As long as that murdering whore still lives, my heart will never know peace."

She trembled with rage, a lone tear slipping down her lined, carefully made-up face, her eyes boring into mine. I met her gaze squarely, neither discouraging her anger nor endorsing it, simply sharing in it.

Taking a steadying breath, she wiped her tears away and straightened her dress with deliberate composure. Yet her voice still held a simmering indignation. "No, my lord. I've had no comfort from the slaughter of that swine Porshy and his kin, nor from the taxes, levies, and other humiliations forced upon my captors. Only the head of Gida Du'Warru will quell my fury."

I let a moment pass so she would know I took her words to heart. "I stand with you, Lady Cyrell. My own father died on that same day, alongside your beloved. The father of both my wives was slain by that monster. I share your desire to see the Queen pay for her crimes. But we must be cunning and prepare well. This war will change the kingdom forever, and we can ill afford not to be on the winning side."

Stepping forward, I took her hands in mine. "Trust in me, Lady Cyrell. You will have your vengeance. When the time comes, if it is within my power, you will be there to witness the Queen face justice."

She regarded me fiercely, listening closely before bowing her head slightly. "Promise me this, Lord Dorian. There can be no negotiation with that cow. What she has done merits death--demands it. Swear you will do everything in your power to ensure she finds her way to the headsman."

"I swear it, Lady Cyrell," I replied. "When we win this war, I will do all I can to see her meet the headsman's axe."

She held my gaze once more, evidently finding what she sought within it, at least for the time being. "Then, my lord, when you march to war, you can call upon House Tyr'Shin."

Earl Elon Ba'Reef, standing beside her, clenched his fist over his heart. "As you will have House Ba'Reef!"

As I watched the figures of Earl Elon Ba'Reef and Countess Cyrell Tyr'Shin disappear beyond the castle gates, the echoes of our conversation still weighed on my mind. The promises made--to secure alliances, to avenge old wrongs, to topple the Queen if war came--felt all the heavier in the quiet of the courtyard. My father's death, the murder of my father-in-law, and the countless other lives lost under the Queen's tyranny spurred me onward. I knew I had to strengthen my household in every way possible.

With a determined breath, I turned my thoughts toward Sonya, my first concubine, who had asked for the chance to prove herself as a personal guard. In these uncertain times, I needed capable fighters, and she had spoken with such conviction that I was compelled to see her skill firsthand. And so, I made my way to the barracks yard, intent on witnessing her trial.

***

Sonya stood alone in the center of the training ring, clad in a snug-fitting tunic and breeches that allowed for movement but offered no protection. Her golden hair was tied back tightly in a braid, and her practice sword rested at her side. A circle of my finest house guards watched from the perimeter, murmuring quietly among themselves, their curiosity piqued.

I approached the ring's edge, arms folded. She turned at my arrival, her expression calm but resolute.

"Lord Dorian," she said with a nod, her voice steady. "Thank you for allowing this."

I gave her a faint smile. "You've trained with steel since you were a girl, or so I've heard. I want to see your skill for myself."

A practiced figure stepped into the ring opposite her--Captain Rendall, the commander of my personal guard. He was a man of few words, built like a seasoned warrior, with calloused hands and a gaze that weighed every fighter he faced. More importantly, he was a proven sword master and perfectly suited to test the skills of a warrior concubine.

He glanced toward me for confirmation, and I gave him the smallest nod.

He turned back to Sonya. "One bout. To first blood or surrender."

Sonya nodded without hesitation.

The courtyard fell quiet as the two combatants faced one another; their blunted practice blades raised. There was no ceremony, no pleasantries--only two warriors studying each other in silence.

The moment came, sudden and sharp. Rendall struck first, testing her reflexes with a low, angled swipe. She parried cleanly and flowed into a riposte that nearly caught him off-guard. Their blades clacked, their footwork tight, precise. For minutes, they exchanged blows, circling each other, strikes and counters echoing through the courtyard.

Rendall pressed hard, forcing her to adapt. He shifted styles, aiming to unsettle her rhythm, but Sonya matched him, sometimes narrowly, sometimes with ease. She moved with a kind of grace that bordered on artistry--agile, controlled, deadly. A half-turn here, a sliding step there, always a breath ahead of the strike.

When Rendall aimed a feint at her shoulder and pivoted to sweep her legs, she dodged high and nimbly leapt over the captain's sweeping blow, regaining her footing with feline balance. A murmur rippled through the guards. She launched her own counterattack, driving him back with three successive strikes, the third landing with a sharp crack against his shoulder.

He froze. Then smiled, stepping back and lowering his blade.

"That," he said, his voice gravelly but impressed, "was excellent."

Sonya exhaled slowly, the sheen of sweat on her brow catching the sun. She didn't gloat. She bowed low to him, then turned to me.

Planting her sword into the dusty earth and lowering herself unto one knee, she looked at me with expectation.

I stepped into the ring, letting the silence hang a moment longer before speaking. "That was very impressive, Sonya." I turned to Rendall. "Your thoughts?"

He nodded once. "She has all the skills I would expect of a warrior who has trained as long as she has. Her instincts are sound, her form is tight. A stronger foe might overpower her... but then again, he would have to match her speed, which is substantial. She's not far from mastering the sword, my lord."

Sonya's eyes widened slightly at the praise, though she quickly schooled her features.

"Rise, Sonya. In the coming days," I said, as she stood, "we'll finalize your duties. Few concubines would ever be considered for a role in a lord's personal guard. Fewer still would earn it."

She bowed her head, emotion flashing briefly behind her dark eyes. "Thank you, Lord Dorian. I won't disappoint you."

I nodded, "You will train every day with the captain. If you can be a sword master, I would have it so."

She nodded, "As you wish, my lord."

I smiled, "Now get some rest. And see the armorer--he's expecting you. You'll need gear befitting your new role."

As I turned to leave the ring, Sonya lingered for a moment, eyes flicking back to the captain before she headed for the forge, pride straightening her posture with every step.

I was about to leave, when I spotted Cladia standing just beyond the gate, the morning light reflecting off her vivid, red curls. She had a flawless, pale complexion dotted with a few faint freckles over her nose and cheeks, and a stunning figure that even a modest gown couldn't fully conceal. When she caught sight of me, a small smile curved her lips, her emerald gaze settling on mine.

"She's quite impressive, that Sonya," Cladia said, inclining her head toward the training ring. "I've never seen a woman fight so gracefully, and to think she also holds a place in your harem. Lord May 'Shire must value your friendship highly to gift you such an accomplished concubine."

I chuckled, "It's more than friendship, I assure you. The duke received a very profitable arrangement for his two daughters. An arrangement he most likely would've made with Lorell had he not perished on Gleaming Pass. My position as duke regent is the only reason he made the offer," I said.

She cocked an eyebrow, "You say it as if your position was not earned... like it was because of some special circumstance?"

I smiled, interested in her response, "Isn't it?"

Her eyes, bright as green gems, lingered on me, a hint of curiosity in their depths. "From what I've heard, there was more than chance at work. There are tales about how you rallied the peasants, and devised a cunning strategy to lift the siege at Harvest Hall--how you saved your family and reclaimed your home. And here, at Reapers Rock, you outmaneuvered the rebels, forcing their leaders to capitulate on steep terms of surrender."

My vivid memories of those days stirred at her words-- the clash of steel, the desperate hours spent negotiating peace. "I only did what I had to," I replied. "Though I'm sure some accounts are colored by rumor."

She nodded thoughtfully, the morning sun illuminating her freckle-dusted cheeks. "I've also heard about how you wed Lady Cylvia, the Duke's heir, who declined her rightful title. Now you stand as Duke Regent for at least the next eighteen years, until your newborn son, Lorell, is old enough to claim his birthright. That hardly sounds like mere 'luck'."

I let a small, rueful smile appear, recalling the turbulent journey that led to my marriage. "That was not my idea... it was the duke's widows who proposed it."

She shook her head, "Only because they recognized you as a man worthy of the position."

I shrugged. She was not wrong.

Cladia's gaze took me in, her quiet admiration unmistakable. "Modesty can be a rare quality in a lord. In a man such as you, I... I expected more arrogance."

I chuckled, "Really, why is that?"

She lifted an eyebrow, "Oh come now... Dorian the White Lion? Dorian the Saviour of Tor'Ruk Valley? And my personal favorite, Dorian the Everlasting? These are titles of aggrandizement..." She paused, biting her lip, "... had I not heard the tales from your own people, seen their love for you, and overheard every woman in this keep gossip, then I would believe it all self-proclaimed magnificence."

My eyebrow quirked in interest, "Oh my, it seems you did not arrive here with a very high opinion of me."

She laughed, "I was merely cautious. Great men and women rarely care well for those who love them. Their duty and ambition regularly trample underfoot those who move in their wake." She paused, her fingers trailing over the lions stitched into my tunic.

"I... I guess I feared what my place in your household would be. I..." Her mouth closed as her hand drifted to her womb.

She looked to the training yard, tears threatening in her emerald eyes as her next word came in a whisper, "Why?"

"Why what?" I replied, somberly.

She looked at me earnestly. "Why did you offer to take me as a wife? I was offered as a concubine. You..." She paused, unshed tears making her breathtakingly beautiful face shimmer. Her eyes, like faceted emeralds, grew moist. "You know I cannot bear you any children." Her words came out in a choked whisper.

I took her hand in mine, stroking it gently. Her skin was as smooth as silk to my touch. "Your father expressed the same concern. Are you not satisfied with the answer I gave him?"

Her refined accent slipped, betraying the hint of her father's rugged brogue. "Ai... yes, he did tell me. But is that the only reason--so my people will join your war? For what? Vengeance, some twisted sense of justice? Am I just another piece in your plan to see the Black Queen dethroned?" Although her voice trembled with emotion, she spoke softly, determined not to be overheard. Her courage and caution were evident, and I couldn't help but admire the queenly resolve she shared with my wife Arla. Cladia was every inch a noblewoman, who could become a pillar of my house.

I let her fear and doubt wash over me, understanding they stemmed from a childhood injury that had condemned her to barrenness--and, in the eyes of many, to a diminished role in society. By rights, as a duke's daughter of high station, she should be a wife rather than a concubine, yet fate had seen to it that furtive whispers marred her future. She dreaded the years ahead, fearing that her childlessness would eventually betray her secret, leaving her further humiliated by an unkind world.

I lifted her hand to my mouth; she did not resist. Softly, I brushed her silky knuckles over my lips before speaking. Still holding her hand, I paused for a moment, letting my gaze wander around the courtyard. I admired the massive cherry tree in full bloom to our left, noted the servants dutifully going about their tasks, and acknowledged the Mistress of Pleasures from House De'Rollo, who stood discreetly nearby as a chaperone. Then I turned my attention back to Cladia's heart-stopping beauty.

"It was the moment I saw you," I said quietly.

She looked confused. "The moment you... you mean when I entered the Bedding Feast?"

I nodded. "Yes. At that exact moment, I realized you were not meant to be just a concubine... you were so much more."

She sniffled, her guard still firmly in place. "What do you mean by that?"

Reaching up, I gently caught a tear slipping from the corner of her eye, feeling her smooth skin beneath my thumb. Then, almost without thinking, I placed my thumb against my lips, tasting the salt of her sadness. "I could see it. Anyone who truly looks at you will know you are worthy."

Another tear threatened to escape. Her voice wavered as she asked, "Worthy of what?"

I gazed into those brilliant emerald eyes, trying to convey my sincerity. "To be a queen."

She scoffed, but maintained eye contact when she realized I wasn't finished. "I'm not a king--barely a duke, in truth. I don't deserve you. Fate seems to have caused suffering for us both."

I paused for a moment, searching her face. "You say you'll never be a mother; I grew up without one. You think you're merely a pawn, but anyone can see you carry yourself like a queen. You don't say it outright, but I know you feel unworthy, ashamed, believing everyone will whisper behind your back."

Her shoulders trembled, and I lifted a hand to forestall the angry retort forming on her lips. Cradling her hand between my own, I let her delicate fingers nearly vanish within my grasp.

"I know you've wrestled with these fears your entire life. But understand this-- as my wife, in my household, you will know neither shame nor dishonor. I choose you for who you are. You lost a precious gift, I will not diminish that loss. However, you have so much more to offer."

I paused, allowing my next words to carry the weight they deserved. "When I saw you entering the hall that night. I not only saw an incredible beauty, but also a woman who could stand with me through both hardship and prosperity." I looked deep into her emerald eyes, "Cladia, even if you were the lowest-ranked daughter of the smallest house in the realm, I would still seek your hand."

Leaning in, I gently laid my palm against her cheek. "You asked why," I continued. "Because you possess every quality a queen should have. By fate or fortune, you belong to me--a Duke Regent who isn't worthy of you, but will treasure you just the same. Would you deny me?" My voice grew urgent. "As much as I desire you and everything you bring to my house, I cannot stand to see you settle for me out of mere obligation or fear."

For an instant, she looked as though she might pull away--an echo of the fear and doubt she had lived with for so long. But then, her eyes seemed to settle on mine, and the tension in her shoulders melted. Her lips parted in a faint, breathless laugh, tears clinging to her lashes.

"I could never deny you," she whispered, voice trembling with emotion. And before I could react, she closed the distance between us, wrapping her arms around my waist.

Tears streamed silently down her cheeks, yet an irrepressible smile bloomed across her face. I pressed my cheek to her hair, feeling the soft curls brush my skin. The warm weight of her body in my arms and the quiet sobbing that mingled with her laughter spoke volumes-- she was done resisting. We stood like that for a moment--two people bound together by adversity and hope--until finally she drew back, dashing at her tears and meeting my gaze with renewed resolve.

I let the silence linger between us, savoring the feel of her warm embrace and the lingering traces of her tears on my tunic. Then, with a playful tilt of my head, I offered her a small smile. "Well," I said, "we've had quite the tour of the dusty training ground. Did you still want to see the vineyards, or is this enough excitement for one day?"

She laughed softly, pulling back just enough to look up at me. Her cheeks were still damp, but her smile shone through, bright and unguarded. "Oh, I most definitely still want to see the vineyards," she replied, the slightest quiver in her voice betraying the residual emotion from our conversation.

A short while later, we mounted our horses and set off beyond the castle walls. The dusty courtyard gave way to rolling fields and tidy rows of vines stretching across the gentle slopes. Cladia's eyes widened in wonder at the sight of the blossoming grapes, the distant line of trees, and the narrow roads that wound through the farmland. As we rode, villagers paused their work to offer polite bows and excited waves, stealing glances at the fiery-haired beauty by my side. She returned their greetings with grace, a soft blush coloring her cheeks whenever they whispered their approval of our union.

We spent the afternoon riding at a leisurely pace, pausing then and again to speak with the farmers who came forward eagerly, some bearing small gifts of ripe fruit or freshly baked bread. Cladia dismounted more than once to chat with them, her smile dazzling, her manner gentle and attentive. With each stop, I watched her grow more at ease, delighting in the company of our people. In turn, I answered her questions about the land--about the irrigation channels I'd built after the Harvest Hall siege, the rotational crops we planted to keep the soil fertile, and the roles each villager played in sustaining these estates.

As the sun dipped lower in the sky, we turned our horses back toward the castle. Yet each step of the journey felt light, wrapped in a sense of promise and shared discovery. The dust and tears of earlier, gave way to fresh air and sunshine, and with every laugh or curious question, I came to know more of the woman who would soon be my wife.

By the time we returned to the castle, the sun was slipping toward the horizon, bathing the walls in soft amber light. Cladia dismounted gracefully, looking a little flushed from the ride, her hair windswept, but still impossibly striking. She offered a small, contented laugh as she handed her reins to a waiting stable hand.

"That was lovely," she said, eyes alight with the day's memories. "Thank you for taking me, Dorian."

"The pleasure was mine," I replied, dismounting as well. "I hope the day has shown that this will be a welcoming home for you."

She nodded with a sincere smile. "It did, my lord." She then looked down at herself with a bemused smile, "I will need to change for dinner," she added with a light laugh, brushing some dust from her skirts.

I bowed my head in farewell. "Take your time. We'll be gathering in the hall soon enough."

She curtsied in return, then headed inside with her maid in tow, likely eager to bathe and prepare. I watched her go, pondering how natural she seemed already--fitting into my world with quiet confidence.

Eventually, I made my own way toward my chambers. The ride had left me feeling pleasantly tired, but I, too, needed to be presentable for dinner. As I stripped off my riding cloak and shook the dust from my boots, Arla appeared at the door, a playful glint in her eyes.

"You and Cladia looked rather comfortable out there," she remarked, leaning casually against the frame. Her tone was light, yet I could sense the subtext-- she was curious about the progress I'd made with my soon-to-be third wife.

"We covered a lot of ground today," I responded, not bothering to hide my smile. "She met villagers and saw the land. I think she's settling in."

Arla nodded thoughtfully. "She's certainly beautiful. That hair of hers could make a poet weep." She paused, "There was mention from some of the servants that you two shared a rather... emotional conversation before your ride in the countryside. Anything I should know?"

I smiled at her question. "Cladia, she... had doubts about my motivations. The question of her fertility was the most troubling. I had to reassure her of her own value and the value I placed on her. I believe she is in a better place. However, it would be best to avoid conversations that can reawaken her insecurities. The loss of her reproductive ability seems to be a deep scar."

My wife nodded knowingly, absentmindedly placing her hand over her womb. "The poor child, to lose something so precious so early." She was deep in thought before looking up and smiling. "Do you intend to heal her?"

I looked at her, thinking about her question. The power I had received that fateful day on Gleaming Pass was still somewhat of a mystery to me. It has given me much improved cognitive function, super healing, and physical abilities that were markedly better than before. It also seemed to reverse the course of aging. 'Til now, I had only shared the secret of this power with my two wives and shared the gift only with Arla, who looked as young as twenty, but was nearer to twenty-six.

The ramifications of our agelessness were not yet known. Would it last forever? Are we just aging more slowly? Would the power actually decrease our lifespan while giving the appearance of youth? So many unknowns. Giving the gift to others could be a risk, regardless of which of my questions was the reality.

If you give the wrong person such a gift, you could be cursed with a brilliant adversary for millennia. If you give it to the right person and have the power to shorten their life, you have cut the life short of a brilliant ally. The question my wife asked was not simple, so no simple answer was available.

"I have yet to decide. Although the gift of motherhood would mean everything to her, I might need to wait, "I said, with a worried expression.

She pushed off the wall and came to kneel beside the bath as I sank into the steaming waters. She sat in silence for a moment, allowing the serious mood to pass before she looked at me with a sly expression, "So... tonight, you will be taking Diana?"

I cocked an eyebrow. "Yes?" I said, questioning.

Arla was never one to mince words, but this time, there was a teasing lift to her lips. "She looked especially enchanting today. The way her dress hugged those curves reminded me of her interview. Remember? During her interview... when she stood there... naked, I have to admit... I am struggling to get the image out of my head."

I smiled, knowing where this was going. "I remember vividly! I believe the word you used was... delicious."

Arla let out a soft hum of approval. "You know, I thought maybe tonight, after dinner..." She trailed off, her expression the picture of innocence despite the gleam in her eyes. "When you go to see Diana... I wondered... if you might want some company..."

Turning to face her, the bath's steam only lightly obscured her face. "You want to join us? To join in or just to watch?"

She gave a mischievous smile. "What do you think?"

I leaned over and kissed her, "You are always welcome to join me." I kissed her again, "This night just got a whole lot better."

She smiled like a woman in love, as her hand drifted into the bath and gave my shaft a good squeeze, before she stood up. "Well, my husband, I will see you in the dining hall," she said, her lovely body swaying and drawing my eyes as only she could.

Dinner that evening passed in a pleasant manner. Cladia shared her impression of the day's ride, remarking on how welcoming the people were and how content they were with their lives within the duchy.

Arla and Cylvia playfully grilled Cladia about her wedding gown, asking whether she had settled on a particular style or color. Cladia--her cheeks bright with warmth--responded that she had some ideas, but would gladly welcome any input from her soon-to-be fellow wives. "Truly," she said, her voice soft with sincerity, "it will be special if we can all share in choosing the design."

Earl Verry Dir'Athon and I quietly discussed Diana between courses of spiced roast and fresh vegetables. He delicately enquired when he could be expected to leave for his own lands, having only stayed because of the Bedding Feast custom. I informed him that he could make arrangements to leave on the morrow.

He was happy to hear this and expressed that he was worried for his people, as his lands bordered the central duchies. We discussed the ongoing construction of fortifications on the main trading road leading to the capital. He expressed his gratitude for the duchy taking up most of the costs, as well as the slight decrease in taxes for the upcoming year, as recompense for Diana.

The occasional clatter of servants bringing and clearing dishes provided a comforting backdrop to the talk of wedding details, the day's events, and the tomorrows yet to come. As dessert was served--flaky pastries topped with freshly whipped cream--Cladia expressed gratitude for the chance to see more of the ducal lands. Duke Eimon commented on the quality of the duchy's produce, especially the wine. Arla, smiling, shared lighthearted rumors about new wines to be sampled at the wedding, prompting a toast to the future union.

When the last plate was cleared, guests excused themselves and Cylvia led the children away. Arla brushed against me gently, drawing my attention away from the departing guests. Her gaze was mischievous, the faintest hint of a smile curving her lips.

"Shall we?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

I offered her my arm in response. Together, we stepped away from the lingering revelers, making our way down the lamplit corridors that led toward the Harem Quarters. Our footsteps echoed on the polished stone, and the warmth of her hand on my arm reminded me of the night's earlier promises. With each turn of the hallway, I felt the quiet anticipation grow.

At last, we approached the ornate doors, soft laughter, and the glow of subdued lanterns emanating from within. Arla squeezed my hand. "I have to be honest... I have missed you in my bed, husband."

As we passed the guards, I smiled at the statement, "I remind you, it was you who insisted I consummate my concubines first before returning to our marriage bed."

She leaned into me. "Do you not appreciate the sacrifices I make for duty?" she said, jokingly.

I chuckled. "Oh yes, a few days without your husband... what a burden you bear," I teased.

She slapped my chest playfully. "You jest! Knowing how you were spending your nights with those beautiful young women... the chorus of screams was heard throughout the castle. I've been wet for days, ever since the bedding feast."

I chuckled, "And here I thought you and Cylvia had been playing."

She shook her head. "Unfortunately, I believe Cylvia's proclivities are singular in nature. I thought the bedding feast interviews might have opened her mind a bit... but I believe she will not dine on anything besides cock, I'm afraid."

I chuckled at her mock disappointment. "Well, each to their own... that has me thinking, you think Cladia will have a... more varied set of tastes?"

My giddy wife was not normally this silly. "You mean, does she like to lick the fig?"

I rolled my eyes as I turned to the right of the common area, my wife looked at me quizzically. "Are we not going to the rooms?"

I smiled. "I quite enjoyed the bath the other night. Besides, the bathhouse bedroom has an exquisite collection of toys."

Her eyes lit up with excitement as she bit her lip, then whispered, 'Excellent choice, my love!'"

As we neared the bathhouse, we encountered Mistress Casandra, who greeted me with a bow. "Welcome, my lord!" she said, then curtsied to my wife. "My lady."

"How may I assist the lord and lady?" she asked, with a smile.

"Good evening, Casandra. Please have Diana brought to the bathhouse along with her maiden cloth," I requested, offering her a smile.

"As you wish, my lord," she replied, and just as she was about to leave, I added another request.

"Make sure some oil is brought to the bathhouse bedroom."

She smiled knowingly. "Yes, my lord. It will be done."

I turned to my wife with a mischievous grin. "Would you rather wait out here or indulge in the hot, refreshing waters of the finest bathhouse in the south?"

She raised an eyebrow, dramatically cupping her chin as if in deep contemplation. "Hmm, let me think..." Then, with an exaggerated gasp of realization, her face lit up as if she had just cracked the code to the universe. "Option two, definitely. I can't resist such luxury."

I smiled at my love and offered my arm. "Then, my lady, shall we?"

She gave me her most radiant smile, "We shall," and looped her arm into mine as we entered.

We entered the humid room, the white marble room hazy from the naturally hot waters of the bath. The faintest sulfuric smell hinted in the air, mostly obscured by the burning incense and tropical flowers that adorned the walls.

Arla let go of my arm and started to remove her simplistic silk gown, it required only a few adjustments to have the garment fall to the polished floor. With her back to me, I admired the exquisite beauty of my ageless wife. Her body was smooth, her skin perfect, and her shape was mouth-watering.

My eyes roamed over her, admiring the refined definition of her legs, growing into a full ample ass on a wide set of hips. Her narrow waist led up to large, full breasts that sat high and peeked out from her sides.

She looked over her shoulder, lifting her arms, creating an angle that would drive a sculptor mad with envy. Gracefully, she removed the clip holding up her hair and majestically shook out her wavy raven black hair, which came all the way to her waist.

She smiled at my obvious admiration. "If you keep looking at me like that, I might think you have less than honorable intentions," she said seductively, as she turned, displaying her tits, smooth flat stomach, and glistening, bare pussy.

She sauntered over to me and whispered in my ear, "The thing is--dishonorable intentions are all I want from you tonight."

I groaned as she leaned in for a kiss and then stepped back without touching my lips. She smiled wickedly. "Don't take long, lover, a girl can only wait so long."

She spun around, her hips swaying enticingly as she reached the bath. I hastily removed my clothes and watched her enter the steaming hot water. I pulled off the last bit of expensive silk impatiently and walked towards the water.

Arla stared up at me, her arctic blue eyes entrancing as they drifted to my groin. She bit her lip in a hungry expression before saying, "You have such a beautiful cock!" She licked her lips in desire.

I chuckled. "Thank you, love, it's yours whenever you want it," I said, as I entered the bath.

As I entered, I dipped my knees and welcomed my love into my arms. Her glorious tits pressed against my chest as we kissed passionately. Her mouth opened eagerly for my tongue, our lips familiar with this dance and moving in unison. My hands drifted immediately to the full globes of her ass as her arms wrapped around my neck.

We must have kissed for a while like that because the only interruption was the sound of the bathhouse door closing. Breaking our kiss, my wife looked at me with excitement at the arrival of our plaything for the evening.

At the door stood Diana, her amazing silver hair hung freely down her back, and her ample curves were barely contained in a white netted ankle-length dress. The dress looked like something a sailor would've made with octagonal and pentagonal shapes of exposed flesh spread throughout the design with the only pieces of cloth that covered anything were three triangular shapes placed over both her nipples and her quim.

Her pale blue eyes spotted us in the water, her eyes widening for only a second before a wide, pleased smile crossed her face. "My lord, my lady," she said, making a deep curtsy, dipping her torso low enough to give a tantalizing view of her exposed cleavage.

"Diana, you look positively..." I looked at my wife before continuing, "... delicious."

She bowed slightly. "I endeavor to please you, my lord."

I stepped behind Arla, our bodies covered by the hot water, my hands roaming over her body. "You don't mind if the Duchess joins us tonight, do you? Ever since the bedding feast... she's been rather impatient to have a taste of your..." I pointedly looked over her barely covered body, "... skills."

The buxom beauty blushed before seductively sliding off her dress that had barely covered her incredible body. The dress slipped past her massive breasts and fell to the floor, exposing every inch of her seductive form.

Her smooth, unblemished, golden skin covered a form that surely had the expressed purpose of enflaming the desires of men... and women.

Shapely legs, with ample thighs, round hips and a flat, narrow stomach led up to the largest pair of tits in the household. Her glorious breasts were noticeably larger than Arla's and fit her curvaceous body brilliantly. Although full and heavy, they sat higher and firmer than would be expected, a product of her youth and beauty, no doubt.

Her slightly darker areolas were large, with thick nipples that fit the shape of the globes perfectly. My eyes took in the voluptuous shape before me, drifting to her bare pussy, the moist pink lips only peeking out slightly-- a budding flower ready to be conquered.

She smiled coyly before stepping out of her dress. "It will be my pleasure, my lord and lady, to give you both ample portions to savor." She said this as her hands roamed down her body, emphasizing every part of her that would be on offer.

"My gods!" I heard Arla whisper.

I chuckled, "I know."

The sultry temptress sauntered into the bath, every step into the hot water causing her ample bust to jiggle enticingly. The word 'ripe' came to mind; she was ripe, like the most perfect fruit you ever laid your eyes on. And she was a fruit that both my wife and I were going to delight in and savor.

As the gorgeous, white-haired beauty entered the bath, her large tits found some buoyancy in the hot water that lapped at the tops of her meaty globes. I released Arla from my grip and watched her move towards the concubine.

The two beautiful women embraced in a lust-filled kiss right out of an adolescent's erotic fantasy. One white-haired and golden-skinned, and the other pale with hair as dark as the night, both with bodies that would drive any man to depravity. Their delicious forms melded together as their lips parted to allow their tongues to dance in a sensual routine of lust.

I waded through the water, and as I approached, they broke their kiss and looked at me with hungry expressions. My wife slid in behind Diana and, caressing her massive tits, looked at me with a sensuous stare and whispered into the concubine's ear, "Isn't he the most handsome man you have ever seen."

Diana moaned softly as she answered, "He is, my lady."

My wife giggled wickedly, "Come here, darling, she tastes better than she looks."

I stood before Diana, who looked up at me, biting her lip in desire-filled anticipation. I leaned down, cupping her chin, and kissed the gorgeous concubine. Her moist, soft lips parting eagerly, allowing my tongue to enter. She tasted marvelous as I felt her hands roam my body. My own landed on her voluptuous ass where I felt Arla's quim brushing against the back of my hand.

Diana's large soft tits pressed against my chest as I assaulted her eager mouth. She wrapped her hand around my engorged cock and she gasped into my mouth.

To which Arla giggled, and whispered, "I know, right?"

The ardent concubine stroked my cock as we broke our kiss, I looked into her hungry pale blue eyes. "That's nice," I whispered.

She licked her lips, "I want to taste you, my lord."

Arla nibbled on the blonde's ear. "Of course you do."

I shared a smile with my wife before I moved to the stairs leading out of the bath. I took up a spot just out of the water and watched the two buxom beauties approach my erect cock. Arla, licking her lips, gestured for me to move. "Move to the left, my love."

Following her instructions, I reclined against the wall of the pool, as Diana, then on the same step as me, crawled over to my cock while my wife waited patiently behind her.

The gorgeous white-haired concubine wrapped her full, juicy lips round my cock and started the process of driving me mad with desire. She expertly used her tongue and lips to caress every sensitive spot on my substantial member. I felt her moan on my member, and spotted my wife's face buried deep in between the meaty globes of Diana's ass. From the angle of my wife's face, she was devouring the virgin folds of the young woman's cunt.

I stroked Diana's hair as she bobbed her head on my cock. The thick, veiny shaft was disappearing into her mouth over and over, and then was fully immersed as she took my bulbous tip deep into her throat.

"Mmmmm, fuuuuuck!" I groaned, as she held me there. My groans mixed with slurping sounds coming from my wife aggressively licking and sucking on the young woman's wet quim. The blonde eventually lifted her mouth off my cock to take a breath before taking me back in. Her mouth, tongue and throat was heaven around my cock.

I could easily lose control and fill her stomach with my cum, but as was my custom, I wanted my first load to be deep in her womb. I allowed her to please me for a few long moments, while Arla prepared her pussy for me.

When I noticed her hips bucking into my wife's face, I knew it was time.

After stroking her cheek, I lifted her chin. She looked up with a wicked grin, her full lips drenched in spit. "Let's take this to the bedroom," I said.

The two women giggled, as we quickly made our way to the bathhouse bedroom. My wife took her place on the large bed first, spreading her legs and beckoning the blonde slut to her moist cunt. "Your turn to impress me, dear."

Diana licked her lips. "I thought you'd never ask, my lady." And she dove right in. My wife was soon cooing and moaning in pleasure. I, meanwhile, had picked up the maiden cloth that was readily available.

Pulling on the cloth over my cock, I came up behind Diana, whose inflamed and moist pussy awaited me. Her knees were slightly parted, and her hips raised and flexed; she knew exactly what she was doing by presenting me with the most delicious view of her virgin slit.

Grabbing my thick cock, I batted the tip against the soft and soaked lips of her opening, she moaned into my wife's quim. Parting her lips with the tip of my shaft, I was delighted as it was immediately coated with her leaking juices.

It was clear that my wife had made her ready for me. I pushed my cock past her spread lips and watched as I sank into her.

A pleasing gasp and an even more satisfying set of expletives erupted from her mouth, "Oh fuck! My lord... holy shit, you are so fucking big!"

I gave her a nice firm slap on her juicy ass, she gasped again, and moaned, "Oh gods... yes, my lord. Take me!"

My wife moaned, "Yes, fuck that juicy cunt, my husband. That wet pussy was made for that big fat cock!"

The blonde whimpered, "By the gods, my lady! He's so big! He is stretching me so fucking good!"

My wife gripped the blonde's hair. "That's right, Diana. My husband is going to stick that big fat cock up that tight cunt until there is no room left." Then Arla stroked her cheek, "But that does not mean you can stop licking mine! So, get back to it."

The blonde was panting, but replied, "Yes, my lady." The gorgeous slut went back to dining on my wife's swollen pussy.

Arla looked up at me with a sultry smile. "Fuck her good, husband, mmmm... she is... oh yes.... very well trained."

I chuckled at my wife, as she enjoyed my concubine's ministration. I looked down and massaged the thick globes of Diana's ass while my cock inched deeper, her pussy lips gripping my cock like a vice. With each gentle thrust forward, her juices bubbled out from the almost air-tight seal around my girth.

I spread her cheeks wide as I pushed deeper, reaching her barrier with little effort. "Diana, I have reached your maidenhead. What comes next might hurt a little. Are you ready?"

She looked up over my shoulder. "I trust you, my lord. Take me and make me you--"

I pushed forward past the thin membrane that only a moment ago identified her as a virgin. The warmth bathing my cock signaled the end of her maidenhood.

My gentle but firm thrust caught her off guard. She gasped and bit her lip, her face scrunching up for only a moment before she looked back at me. "That was... not so bad, "she said, relieved.

"You ready for more, my dear?" I asked, massaging her firm ass cheeks with my thumbs.

Nodding, she said, "I am, my lord... I want it so bad."

Arla, who was smiling at Diana and then at me, said. "You heard her husband, give her every fucking inch!"

I chuckled, "As you wish."

I intensified my pressure, and my cock glided deeper, her tight pussy still gripping me hard, but no longer slowing my progress. It was with immense satisfaction when my cock pushed up against her cervix. I looked down and saw about a quarter of my cock yet to impale her.

I pushed up against her cervix, testing her tolerance. She shuddered, her legs shivering slightly.

"How does that feel, Diana?"

She lifted her head, her eyes rolling slightly up into her head. "I feel pressure, deep inside, and it feels somewhat nice."

I pulled back and thrust my tip into her womb with a bit more force, she gasped and her eyes rolled a little into her head again, as she bit her lip. "That was... oh fuck, do it again."

I pulled back and slammed my cock into her cervix, and she cried out, "Oh fuck, yes! Do that, do a lot of that!"

I smiled and pulled back in long, languid strokes and then slamming my cock back in, each stroke at the apex caused her to cry out in pleasure. She struggled to maintain her efforts on my wife, who seemed to enjoy the show, regardless. With each powerful slamming of my cock deep into her, I felt her build up to a massive orgasm.

I increased the rate of my thrusts, her pussy squelching with each penetrating stroke. Her rhythmic moans and cries of pleasure soon coalesced into an incoherent chorus of cries of pleasure. It reached its peak, when she cried out, "Oh fuck, I'm... fuck, fuck, fuck, oh... ahhhhhh."

Her cunt clamped down on my buried cock, the spasm squeezing my cock almost painfully. Her legs shuddered, the vibrations riding up and down my shaft as she rode a powerful climax. Her mouth opened in a wordless scream.

She seemed almost not able to breathe before she finally gasped in a full breath of air and exhaled a curse, "My lord... I... that was... incredible."

I chuckled, "You all right, Diana? You looked like you almost passed out."

She took several breaths, composing herself. "I am, my lord. That was rather intense... but I am recovered... please continue... I want to feel you release inside me."

Arla adjusted. "Good idea, but let's change positions a bit. My love, get on your back," she said, with a wicked smile. "I want a... what do the serving girls call it... a mustache ride."

I chuckled, at my saucy wife, as I pulled out my rock-hard cock with a lewd slurping sound. Soon, we were in position, and the two buxom beauties mounted me on either end. Diana lifting her leg over my body, she took hold of my rigid member and positioned it at the entrance to her sopping cunt. My thick rod impaled her easily. I looked up to see Arla swing her leg over and present her moist pussy for my mouth to enjoy.

As my vision was obscured, I felt Diana start rhythmically bouncing on my cock, I tasted Arla's juices on my tongue and heard their collective moans on top of me. The noises of pleasure and the rhythmic slapping of flesh reverberated around the marble bedroom.

I used my hands to grip the amazing ass that belonged to my wife, and diligently licked her pussy with practiced precision and patience. Soon, she was grinding her cunt on my face, a sign she was building up to a climax. Timing it perfectly, I swung my arms around her lower back, pushing her upper body down and exerting more pressure on her pussy as I aggressively attacked it with my mouth.

She came hard, her hips shuddering violently as her pent-up arousal from the last few days exploded in a shower of nectar all over my mouth. I held her in place with my powerful grip, extending her squirting orgasm until she begged for release.

As I released her, she fell away from my face, collapsing on the bed, breathless. With my sole focus back on Diana, I gripped a full ass cheek in each hand and bucked my hips, shifting her balance to my chest and allowing me to take control of the thrusts. She leaned forward, her huge tits inches from my face, and I started to pound my cock into her.

"Oh fuck! Yes, yes, yes, don't stop my lord," she cried out.

I did not stop.

My balls slapped up against her flesh violently, as I rutted into her with abandon. I raised my hand and slapped her succulent ass with a loud smack.

"Oh fuck! More, my lord! I want it all!"

"That's it, Diana, take your lord's cock like a good little slut!" I growled.

"Yes, my lord! I am your dirty slut! Fuck me like a whore!" she moaned.

I lifted my head and took a thick, swollen nipple into my mouth, sucking on it greedily.

In response, she pushed her tits out and into my face even more. "Yes, suck on my tits! I know you want them! They are all yours, my glorious lord... oh fuck... another... ahhhh."

She came hard, but this time, I kept slamming my cock into her, her orgasm did not subside until I slammed my cock one last time, my tip thrust up against her cervix as I grunted out my climax.

"That's it, take my fucking seed! Take it all," I growled, as my cock exploded, filling her womb with blast after blast of my cream.

The explosion of pleasure surged down my cock, causing my previously loose ball sack to contract and tingle. My hands clamped down on Diana's ass, trying to impossibly push deeper as each pulse of pleasure rocked my senses.

My powerful expulsion of cum filled her waiting womb, flooding it with my life-giving liquid. The small chamber within her could not contain such a torrent and the sticky white fluid squirted out of her pussy as my cock twitched, unleashing more of the creamy fluid.

As the pleasure ebbed away, my cock slowly stopped twitching, finally halting the expulsion of cum and leaving a wondrous afterglow of satisfaction.

Lifting my hands, I sucked gently on her amazing tits, as she slowly descended from her own powerful release. Our bodies were slick with sweat, and our breaths slowly adjusted to normal as we recovered.

She mewled, as I continued to attend to her delicious tits. "Mmmm, I love how you suck on them... it feels particularly wonderful after that amazing fuck."

She raised her upper body and looked down at me, her hands resting on my chest, and her magnificent bosom squeezed together in a very appealing way.

She giggled, "Thank you, my lord... that was incredible."

Arla appeared beside her, leaning in to kiss the curvaceous blonde. Their kiss was languid and made my softening cock, which was still buried deep within Diana, jolt with arousal.

My wife ended her kiss with a slight nip at the concubine's lower lip before saying, "He's rather good at this, is he not?"

Diana giggled, "Our lord... is incredible." She looked down at my stomach. "We made a rather large mess, did we not?"

I chuckled, "That we did, my dear. Time for a dip in the pool."

The well-fucked former virgin lifted off my cock and walked with my wife to the bath. I trailed behind, first removing the maiden cloth and leaving it on the tray by the door. That was when I noticed Casandra in the corner. I nodded to her and left for the bath.

After Arla showed Diana how to use the built-in bidet, we took a dip together in the bath. A thorough amount of kissing, groping, and all-around enjoyable activity ensued, and eventually, we were back in the bedroom where both gorgeous women were on their knees, worshipping my cock with their mouths.

The two gorgeous ladies took turns licking and sucking on my thick cock. Diana was deepthroating my cock at one point, and I supposed my wife saw my desire in my expression, and shook her finger at me.

"Not a chance! Don't you dare! Your next release will be mine, my love."

I chuckled, "Is that so?"

She moved backward onto the bed, spreading her legs wide. "I told you after you claimed all your concubines, that I wanted to make another baby. That means now!"

Diana, who released my cock with a slurp, giggled, "Your lady demands your seed my lord, will you deny her?"

I chuckled, "Get on the bed, you beautiful slut. It's about time my wife returned the favor."

The blonde beauty giggled and joined Arla on the bed. Diana sat behind my wife, resting the brunette's head in between her large tits. I took hold of my wife's legs and dipped my hips to place my cock at her soaking-wet slit. With one flex, I entered her, and she took me easily.

"Oh gods! I have missed this, "she moaned.

"You take him so easily, my lady!" Diana said, impressed.

My wife moaned as the concubine squeezed her tits and pinched her nipples.

Arla looked up at Diana. "Don't worry, my little slut. Once he fucks you a few times more, that slutty cunt will know its master."

The silver-haired concubine giggled, her huge tits jiggling, "I can't wait, my lady."

I chuckled and started to slide my cock in slow but forceful strokes; my wife whimpering, "That's it my love, fuck that wet pussy. Fill it with your powerful cock! Give me another lion-born daughter!"

I chuckled, "It would be my pleasure, my beautiful duchess!"

Diana purred, "You two look so beautiful together. My pussy is so wet from watching you two fuck."

I looked at the slutty blonde. "Don't worry, Diana. Once I fill my love with all the seed she can take..." I gave her a devilish look, "... I'm going to take that tight ass of yours for a ride."

Her eyes widened. "Oh by the gods, my lord... that would be, mmmm, my pussy is flooding just thinking about it."

My wife moaned, "I can feel her slutty cunt soaking the bed... she wants your cock up her ass so bad."

I started to increase the speed of my thrusts. "Just imagine it, my love. My thick shaft splitting that ass wide open."

My wife panted as Dianna started to rub my wife's clit. "Yes... that huge cock... stretching her... tight... slutty... ass... so wide... oh fuck... I'm close... Fuck me harder!"

I obliged and started to truly slam my cock into her. I lifted her legs wide and up, angling my cock to slam down into her.

Her eyes widened, and she cried out, "Oh fuck! I love you! Fuck fuck fuck! Ah yes, ahhhhhhh!"

Her cunt spasmed violently on my cock as her legs shook, her cunt squirting juices liberally. I kept fucking her, but used longer strokes and only slowed a little. I timed my thrusts in line with her orgasm. As her climax would subside, I would start slamming my cock back in, triggering another orgasm. I took her through several rounds like this before she begged me to stop.

I shook my head. "One more, my love, then I'm going to flood that womb with my cum. You ready!"

Her eyes rolled up into her head as she screamed, "Yes, my lo-- Oh fuck, another."

I slammed my cock all the way in, her swollen lips kissing my groin, as I unloaded into her womb. "Take my seed, my love! Take it all!"

"Oh yes! I feel it, my love!" she cooed.

I grunted as my shaft twitched deep inside her, filling her womb with my life-giving essence. As it filled her, I sensed how ripe she was; within days, the life-giving gestation would start. My manhood twitched a half a dozen more times before I was done. The excess white cream leaking out of her cock-stuffed cunt, forming a sticky puddle on the bed.

"My lord! You fucked her good, "Diana praised, and then looked down at Arla's crotch. "May I clean you, my lord?"

I chuckled and gently pulled my cock free from my wife's cum-filled pussy, it exited with a lewd slurping sound. I gently folded my wife's leg so she was on her side in the fetal position.

She was spent for the moment, I had ridden her through multiple climaxes, something she had experienced with me several times. She would recover and be craving more soon enough.

But for right then, I had much more left and a slutty little ass to violate. The buxom blonde crawled over to my limp cock, which was covered in sexual fluids. Her large breasts swung enticingly as she approached.

Soon, she was on her knees and licking my cock clean with pure sultry desire on her face. I looked at her tits which were made to draw the lust of men. "Use those big, beautiful tits, I want to feel them around my cock." I ordered.

She smiled wickedly, "Of course, my lord."

Adjusting her position, she wrapped her huge, soft breasts around my shaft and stroked it. It was glorious, and both the physical and visual stimulations pleased me greatly. On the upstroke, as my tip neared her mouth, she would tongue my entrance, driving me wild with desire.

"Mmm, fuck! You could easily make me cum like this... but I have other plans," I said, pulling free.

I walked over to the cabinet and retrieved a familiar box, placing it at the foot of the bed. Then I retrieved the special flask of oil. The silver-haired beauty giggled and climbed unto the bed and went on her knees, with her chest and face on the duvet, presenting her delicious ass to me.

I smiled at her initiative. Taking the flask, I slowly poured some oil in between the full globes of her ass. The slick fluid ran over her sphincter, which I massaged with my finger, allowing the oil to lubricate her entrance. She moaned, as I worked the oil into her with my finger.

Next, I took the specially made, hollowed-out funnel and inserted it into her rosebud. The tight, wrinkled sphincter stretched to accommodate the apparatus. Then I poured in the golden liquid into her anal chute, allowing her entire tunnel to be covered with lubrication.

Satisfied, I collected the first butt plug. This one, only marginally larger than my thumb at its widest point, and teased her entrance. "Are you ready, Diana?"

She shivered as the silvery-steel tip of the toy prodded at her sensitive hole. She wiggled her ass gently before saying, "Every hole I have is ready for your pleasure, my lord."

I chuckled, "Indeed."

I slowly pushed the butt plug into her ass, the metal sinking into her and stretching her before popping into her fully.

"Mmmmm, that feels so good, my lord." She looked over her shoulder before cheekily saying, "Have anything bigger?"

With a chuckle, I said, "Oh, I think we can find something."

I reached down and picked up the largest of the butt plugs, which was similar in girth to my own tool, at its widest point. I pulled out the smaller toy with an enticing pop, and proceeded to work in the larger plug.

"Mmmmm, fuck... that's much better, my lord," Diana cooed.

I licked my lips. "What a delightful little backdoor-slut you are."

She chuckled before replying in a sultry tone, "I am your slut, my lord... in any way you desire." The last part she said while gyrating her amazing ass around the butt plug, causing the thick implement to pop into her oiled-up sphincter.

I growled, "Fuck, that is so enticing."

Wiggling her ass, she replied, "My lord, I think we both know which toy needs to come next."

I smiled devilishly and took my cock and slapped it against her pussy lips before guiding it into her vaginal tunnel. With a swift movement, I slammed my cock into her cunt.

"Oh fuck!" she cried out. The massive fullness of my girth pushing up against her penetrated anal cavity.

She shivered, 'By the gods, I love your cock... oh fuck!"

I started slamming my cock into her soaked pussy, as I worked her ass with the plug.

I fucked her hard and fast, my balls slapping up and unto her clit with each powerful stroke. Just as her pussy walls were about to clamp around my cock, I pulled out and replaced the butt plug with my pussy juice-covered shaft.

My thick cock entered her ass easily and when it was fully engulfed, her orgasm hit.

"Holy shit! Oh gods... my lord... fuuuu--!" she screamed, as her orgasm overwhelmed her.

I started fucking her ass right through her climax. My powerful thrusts caused a lewd slapping sound as our fluid-covered flesh impacted over and over.

Her tight tunnel was the perfect conduit for my cock, stimulating my nerve endings to a heightened level of pleasure. It drove me to an animalistic lust, as I fucked her without remorse. Her cries of pleasure were incoherent, with only the most prominent words being 'harder!', 'faster!', and 'my lord!'.

I fucked her like this until she achieved a second anal climax before I slammed my cock as deeply as I could, and unleashed my own.

She cried out, "Oh fuck! Another one... oh fuuu--" Her voice went higher before disappearing in a whisper.

I growled, "That's it, Diana! Cum for me! Take every drop of my seed into your tight slutty ass!"

My cum erupted into her anal chute, filling her ass with my cream. My cock was still twitching its last expulsions, when she recovered from her intense climax.

"By the gods... my lord... I can feel your seed filling me... that was... unbelievable," she panted, in exhausted ecstasy.

My cock was still fully embedded in Diana when Arla, recovered from her multi-orgasmic experience, came up next to me, her full breasts pressed to my side as she kissed my cheek.

She looked down at the glorious sight below. "You look so big stuck in her like that. Is that what it looks like when you do it with me?" she asked, a little awestruck.

I smiled at her and whispered, "It looks even better, my love." She looked at me, her surprise turning to a loving smile, as she kissed me tenderly.

She moaned as she stroked my chest, "Mmmm, it's been a while since you stuffed my ass like that."

I smiled at my wife. "Don't worry, my love. If you want me to fill that divine ass of yours, then why don't you select a toy and get started, while I go get cleaned up," I said, as I pulled my cock from Diana's ass with a lewd slurp.

She gave me a wicked grin, licking her lips before biting half her lip in unmistakable desire and affection. "I love you so much." She grabbed my cheeks and kissed me frantically before she walked past the small chest of toys I had been using and walked to a different closet altogether.

I chuckled. "Always full of surprises," I said, before leaning down over Diana, who turned to receive my kiss. "Thank you, my dear. That was incredible."

She rolled unto her side, perfectly happy to lie there in a post orgasmic bliss. "It was my honor, my lord," she said, in a content smile.

I smiled and lightly slapped one of her perfect ass cheeks before leaving to clean up.

Once I returned, I found Diana kneeling behind Arla, who was face down on the bed with her ass in the air. The silver-haired concubine was working a particularly large toy in and out of my wife's ass.

The toy Diana was impaling my wife with was a life-like imitation of a circumcised large male member, made from expertly carved and polished ivory.

Long ago, I was told by Cassandra that this tool was called a diletto. To delight was the translation from Fenoan. The faux penis was carved with a bulbous head, thick veins, and even a ball sack, which acted as a grip. I chuckled as I noticed the similarities to my own impressive cock.

I walked up to the pair, and said, "How does it feel, my love?"

With closed eyes, she purred, "Mmmmmm, it feels nice." And then opening her eyes, and looking at me with a cocky grin, "A nice little warm-up before I get the real thing."

Standing before my wife, she understood immediately what I wanted. Lifting her body, she took hold of my near-flaccid cock. Placing her hand on my hip for balance, she stroked my cock a few times before taking it into her mouth.

Her strikingly blue eyes looked up at me with devotion, as she expertly sucked my cock to full hardness. Allowing myself only one full deepthroated penetration, I pulled free, and Arla resumed the previous face-down position.

Stepping around to Diana, she, too, took my cock into her mouth for a few deft sucks before pulling out the large ivory cock from my wife's ass and guiding my cock to the entrance.

My cock entered her without hesitation. My thick shaft penetrated her fully with a swift, powerful thrust.

She cried out in pleasure, "Oh fuck! My love!"

My hips bucked in smooth, powerful strokes; my full length penetrating her as my balls slapped against her exposed pussy. I fucked her faster and harder until her body trembled violently with an intense climax.

"My love! I'm going to cum! Fuck!" she cried out.

Slowing down to allow her to ride out the orgasm, leaned forward and pulled her up to me. Her head turned, and our lips met in a passionate kiss. My one hand found one her of her glorious breasts, while the other gripped her hip and I proceeded to fuck her ass hard once more.

The wall-mounted mirror at the head of the bed gave me a delicious sight of my wife's beautiful face as she experienced pure pleasure from our powerful fucking. Her amazing body was slick with sweat, her large free breasts jiggled violently at my powerful assault on her ass.

Diana, for her part, lay on her side, stroking her cunt as she watched me ravish my wife.

Soon, Arla was at the door of her second anal orgasm. "My love, I'm going to cum! Join me, fill me with your seed. Let's finish together."

I rutted into her with renewed vigor, our slick bodies slapping together in a vulgar chorus of pleasure. Her climax was intense and powerful and so was my own.

We cried out our love for each other, as we both spewed forth our juices. Arla's pussy gushed, as her nectar ran in thick streams down her inner thighs. My seed exploded inside her, the excess leaking out and mixing with hers in a creamy puddle on the bed sheets.

After we kissed and once again declared our undying love for each other, Arla passed out, sleeping like a babe through the rest of the night.

Diana, the perfect slut, joined me for another dip in the bath, where we fucked nice and slow and after that, I fucked her again, not so nice and slow. By the time I filled her pussy with my final load of the night, she, too, fell asleep.

I looked upon the two buxom beauties who I had fucked into oblivion. The official duties of the bedding feast were then done. Preparation for war was well underway. I had a wedding in less than ten days, and from my efforts this night, I could expect another child from my dutiful wife, Arla.

Life was good... for the moment... soon, my place and holdings would be placed on the betting table. For when you played the game of houses, you risked all.

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Thank you for reading my series! I truly appreciate your time and support, and I hope you've enjoyed the journey so far. Your feedback means the world to me, and I'm committed to making this story even better.

I'm excited to share that I've written several more chapters and am currently in the process of editing them. Stay tuned for what's to come!

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