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there was hardly  anything forbidden about it. Everyone knewthe Orienter could use whatever means she deemed suitable to prepare a royal daughter for her marriage bed. Even so, the  pulse of excitement throbbing in Maven’scunt increased wildly as she looked at  the three strapping young men and began anticipating what was about to happen.
    “You know  Anglen, Ragan and Donnell,” Lavonia said.
    Certainly she did. She’d just never before realized how attractive she found them.  Anglen sported sandy blond hair and a rugged  look—he worked in her father’s stables.  Ragan was darker in both hair and complexion, with a lean but  muscular build, and  Donnell possessed a long brown mane, lengthier  than the hair of most men, pulled back in a tail at his nape. The first two boys were  among the ranks of her father’s army, beingtrained to lead his forces should Caralon ever come under attack—the latter served as a
    fortress guard.
    Without planning, Maven let her eyes drop  from the  young men’s faces to their  crotches, where she spied the bulges she remembered seeing on  men before. Her pussy  spasmed with fresh curiosity.
    “Should you wish to touch yourself  in any fashion while we demonstrate—”  Lavonia said, drawing Maven’s gaze back to  her, “—feel free. Although you’ve been  taught to suppress your urges, the time for  that is nearly past. It’s important that you learn to   embrace   those urges now.”
    Maven only  nodded, beginning to  feel a bit  entranced, as if she’d been transported to some other place and time. In one sense,  it was all happening too fast—her betrothal to a barbarian and now   this , her maid preparing to…what was the word? Fuck, yes, that was it. Her maid was preparing  to fuck three of her father’s young men right here in her room while she watched! On the other hand,  though, it felt as if a new energy, a raw power unlike any sensation she’d ever known, was  gathering in her middle—as if  Lavonia was right and the time for innocence  was done. Despite herself, she burned to see the boys’ cocks, burned to see every intimate part of this act between  man and
    woman.
    As if reading her mind, Lavonia dropped to  her knees before the broad-shouldered Anglen and began working at the lacing of  his pants. A moment  later, she parted the leather and the crisscrossed cording to  reveal—oh my! What a peculiar-looking appendage!
    Maven bit her lip, studying it. Lavonia had described it  as a rod, and that it was, butstill… Maven couldn’t have envisioned the odd feelings of hunger she experienced at

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    the sight.  Anglen’s shaft seemed to grow even longer  as the maid’s hand closed around it. The whole length looked flushed with  heat as Anglen drew in his breath, his expression instantly reminding Maven of  the strange pleasure-pain she’d discussed  with Lavonia.
    “This is a cock,” Lavonia said, turning  to  Maven while running  her fingertips gingerly down the front of the pole-like protrusion. “Lovely, isn’t it?”
    Oddly, Maven agreed, although she couldn’t  understand  quite why.  She moved  on to something that suddenly seemed more important than its appearance. “This is to go   inside   me?”
    Lavonia let out a cackling laugh. “No, my dear,   this   is to go inside   me .” She shifted her gaze upward to Anglen, her voice going low  and  husky. “Very soon, my handsomeboy. Very soon.”
    “But I mean—” Maven persisted, “—my  husband’s cock…” She grimaced  then, remembering Dane of Rawley, and concluded with a profound sigh.
    “Yes, your husband’s cock will enter your pussy.”
    “But…how? It’s so large.”
    Lavonia chuckled. “If the rumors are true, Dane’s cock is even larger and more majestic than this.” She glanced upward again. “No offense, dear boy.” Then she looked back to Maven. “But as  you will soon see,