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log, unlaced his cod and put his
erection between my lips.
    Parron had caressed my face while Rall slapped my arse in
time with his vigorous fucking. Each movement of Parron’s rod in my mouth, each
spank, each deep thrust had taken me higher and higher… I’d torn my mouth away
from Parron’s cock and screamed out my orgasm.
    That scene had been repeated again and again, with
variations, of course. But after I had ascended to the Golden Throne, vaginal
intercourse was forbidden to me until I decided upon a mate, a king for the
Shadowlands. Political necessity forced erotic creativity.
    Now, leaning against the balustrade with Parron caressing my
bottom, I sensed that a repetition was nigh.
    He nipped my ear, put a hand on my breast, pinched the
nipple. He’d fondled me to the point of soreness and still I longed for more.
Still clothed, he pushed one boot between my bare ankles and kicked out,
separating my feet. I leaned over the balustrade, offering my buttocks.
    I turned my head and saw Rall, now naked, approaching me
with a polished rod of taqqa horn in his hand, carved to resemble a man’s tool,
from which dangled straps of leather. He kneeled near me and slid the smooth
rod up my pussy. Ahh… Pressure and desire… Again I ascended toward pleasure’s
heights. As I moaned and clenched, Rall secured the straps. One went around my
waist and the others attached the rod to the waistband, front and back. They
were designed to leave access to my back hole.
    “Thank you,” I whispered. My guards knew that I could not
risk impregnation in the heat of passion, and the horn-rod in my pussy
protected me from penetration. And it was cleverly carved, with a smooth
protrusion inside me resting on my channel’s most sensitive spot. The leather
strap pressed against my clitoris when I moved or when a partner touched me.
    “You’re welcome.” Parron slapped my bottom, and I whimpered,
clinging to the rail. He spanked me again. I cried out, my hips jerking. Rall,
still kneeling beside me, reached for the horn-rod and rotated it. I moaned,
the heat of lust again spreading through me, a delicious contrast to the cool
marble railing. I was limp, my knees weak.
    “Shall we to bed, Your Majesty?” Rall stood with my relaxed
body draped over his shoulder. When I murmured “yes,” he carried me inside and
eased me onto the bed, then joined me.
    I watched Parron strip while Rall suckled my breasts,
caressing the nipples with his lips, circling the areolas with his tongue,
nibbling and nipping the tips, but using his teeth with care. His soft fair
hair flicked my breasts, stoking the fire within me. He was slim and somewhat
bonier than Parron, who was dark, with a wealth of curls furring his
barrel-shaped, muscular chest. With a pang, I realized that I would miss them
when I married. Unlike everyone else in the Shadowlands, I could not fuck at
will anyone I pleased, at least not until I had borne a couple of babes. But
after the succession was secured, I could have whoever I wanted.
    Parron’s cock sprang from his loosened codpiece. He was
thick and red, shorter in length than Rall, but he made up for that slight lack
in girth. At the sight of the member that had pleasured me so well in the past,
I drew in a hissing breath and gripped Rall’s equally hard tool. Leaving my
breasts, he pulled me atop him. I shoved my hands underneath his shoulders,
holding them for support.
    He lifted his hips, grinding his cock against the leather
covering my pussy. Need roared through me as he groaned, digging his hands into
my buttocks, pulling me apart. I tightened around the rod inside me and felt it
push up against my clit. I moaned, and Rall slapped my arse. I jerked with the
sting.
    The bed creaked as Parron joined us. I felt his weight
between my spread legs a moment before his hand slid up and down my crack. He’d
moistened his fingers with perfumed oil, and I scented the invigorating aromas
of peppermint and cinnamon, herbs that would