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applaud at first. Some of the men were working their own
cocks with rapid strokes, still staring down at her and the man
with his entire fist submerged in her stretched cunt.
    Very soon the sounds remaining were
those of their audience jerking off, seed falling with a splat to
the tavern floor around them. Men grunting and panting.
    Finally, when d'Anzeray slowly slipped
his fist back out of her, the drunken cheering and laughing
resumed.
    Jesamyn sat up, still trembling from
the rush of fierce pleasure coursing through her loins. She didn't
know how pain could be so transformed into bliss. It was beyond the
realms of anything she'd yet discovered.
    "I've never done that before," he
muttered.
    She chose not to tell him
that it was also a new experience for her. Must remain aloof . But her sweat had
almost completely melted the cone of perfumed wax and it dripped
down over her breasts, tickling her skin, drawing his gaze once
again to her budding nipples.
    "I have you for the entire night," he
reminded her, as if he thought she would try to renege on their
agreement.
    She raised an eyebrow. "Best to pace
horse's stride."
     
    * * * *
     
    He carried her out of the tavern over
his shoulder, her bells jingling a merry tune with every stride.
"What is your name, wench?" Nino supposed he ought to at least ask
her that, although this was only rutting. He might want to call her
by something other than "Wench" at some point in the
night.
    "Je- sa-myn," she replied, blowing a
lock of hair from her lips as he bounced her along.
    "I am Antonino. But everyone calls me
Nino."
    She said nothing, apparently not
interested.
    "I am a d'Anzeray," he added
proudly.
    "Yes. Thank you." came the flat,
strange response. He began to wonder if she knew what those words
meant after all. So much for polite.
    He stood her on her feet once they
were inside the stables. "I suppose you have heard the
name."
    Her eyes glittered with something like
bemusement. Or scorn. "You suppose."
    The woman was stunningly beautiful.
Her skin was a soft, warm brown. She belonged among golden sands,
where sun filled the sky and would play over her thick, dark hair
until it shone like polished jet. She was out of place
here.
    "Your seed drips out," she remarked
abruptly.
    Nino pointed to the water barrel
outside the stable door and suggested she wash herself, if it was a
discomfort. For his part he enjoyed seeing his semen trickling
slowly down the back of her thighs and so he made no move to help
her clean it off.
    "Why did you let me do that?" he
asked.
    "I did not permit. Your cock emptied
without my permit."
    "I meant, why let me fill you with my
fist? I could have hurt you. Why did you trust me that
way?"
    She looked over at him from the open
stable door, her eyes heavily lidded as she splashed her lower body
with rainwater from the barrel. "You not harm me."
    "How did you know?"
    The woman shrugged lazily and turned
away again to finish cleaning herself off.
    Nino fell back into the stacked straw
of an empty stall and watched her rinse his cum from her long legs.
How flexible she was, he mused. Later he would have her dance for
him again. For his private enjoyment.
    "Where are you from,
wench?" he asked her again, determined to get a better answer than
" far away ".
    "My mother."
    "Ha!" He shook his head. "What land,
woman?" He had to know if she was the same little girl with the
whip marks.
    She was drying herself with straw as
she came to sit beside him in the stall. "Over the
seas."
    He squinted. "You don't know, do
you?"
    "Yes. Thank you."
    Chewing on a piece of straw he
observed her annoyed face, watched her brow ruffle indignantly.
Should he remind her of the souk and the day she kissed him? "How
long have you been here?"
    "A year. Perhaps. Longer than I
desire."
    "Who brought you here?"
    "A lover."
    Nino spat into the straw. "And where
is he now?"
    " She is dead." Her chin jutted high.
"A fever took her. She too was dancer. We danced
together."
    He was even