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continued to work her pussy. Bron stood behind her, his finger still embedded deep inside her back passage.
    Douglass held her breath as Marcus crouched in front of her. She stared into the snarling animal mask as a peculiar sensual silence seemed to bind them together. With one hand, he swept the cloak back from his body. He was naked underneath apart from gold armbands on his upper arms. His huge thick cock rose straight as an arrow to his navel. Sweat gleamed on his muscular stomach.
    “Suck my cock.”
    Douglass licked her lips and tried to move forward. The three men who touched her body so intimately held her back. She put out her tongue and just managed to lick the wet tip. Marcus growled low in his throat, grasped his shaft at the base and guided the crown against Douglass’ mouth.
    “Suck me.”
    Distantly she heard the audience roar their approval as he tilted his hips and surged into her mouth. He was so huge that she had to remind herself not to gag as he slid deep into her throat, filling her completely. She started to suck, enjoying the rough and smooth textures of his flesh, the wetness pouring out of him, his growls of approval. The drumming grew louder, echoing the pounding of her heart and her erratic breathing.
    She tried to rock her body into the rhythm of her mouth but her captors wouldn’t allow her to move. Her frustration mounted to burning point even as she soothed and pleasured Marcus’ demanding cock. She wanted to come so badly she would’ve screamed if her mouth hadn’t been full.
    She moaned as Marcus fisted his hand in her hair and drew her head back, forcing her to release his cock. Still kneeling in front of her, he pumped his shaft with his fist. Her pussy clenched as she watched him work his cock. “Sit my consort up, Sven. I want her to have this.”
    Sven knelt behind Douglass and sat her down on his knees, her legs wide and open on either side of him. The music grew to a crescendo as Marcus stared at her. His face contorted as he came in hard shuddering waves, his come splashed her breasts and belly, her pussy. He leaned into her, rubbed his seed into her skin. She tried to close her legs around his hand and force him to make her climax but he wouldn’t allow it.
    “Take my seed. Give me children.”
    What the hell did that mean ?
    Marcus’ quietly spoken words seemed to signal the end of the ceremony. Dazed, Douglass allowed herself to be guided up the steps to the throne. Marcus took off his mask to reveal the strong features and golden eyes already branded on Douglass’ sensual memory. He reached out and flicked her nipple, bringing all her barely contained desires flooding to the surface. She stepped into his touch.
    He smiled and moved away to sit on his throne. “It is time to eat. Sit with me.” He patted his knee. Douglass stared down at him. He expected her to sit naked on his knee while she was frustrated and eat?
    He snaked out an arm, brought her against him and rearranged her sideways on his lap. He brought a goblet filled with something alcoholic and apple-flavored to her lips. “Drink and try and relax. In the old days I would’ve been expected to fuck you in public and show the witnesses the proof of your virginity.”
    His deep voice definitely held a hint of a Scandinavian accent. She tried to relax a little, but his fast-recovering cock nudged her hip. “I’m not a virgin.”
    He smiled, displaying the dimple hidden low on his right cheek. “I noticed. No virgin would enjoy being pleasured by four men. You seem to revel in it.”
    Douglass struggled with reality for an unwelcome moment. Did he think she was promiscuous? “I’ve never behaved like this before in my life. I’ve never had sex with more than one man at a time before.”
    “Why not? Most women here are required to take at least three lovers.” He fed her a piece of soft yellow fruit, which tasted like mango and something minty . When the succulent juice spilled from her mouth, he