pleasure. Do you like your lessons so far, my love?”
“Yes, Vashon.” Rayan tried to look away, but his strong hands prevented it.
“Let there be no secrets between us.”
“I have nothing to give you in return. You’ve begun to show me how to be your lover. I don’t know what else you’ll expect from me. How am I to serve you?”
His eyes became unfathomable depths. “I claimed you. I did not claim a servant. You are my mate, you will share my life.”
“But you are a god.”
“Have you heard nothing I have said? A man, even a god, does not experience pleasure like this with just any woman. When a man meets a woman whose generosity exceeds his, who gives love without expecting anything in return, who thinks of others before herself, a woman who humbles a god, that man will worship her in thought and deed. And that man will treasure her above all others. You are that woman to me.”
Rayan thought her heart might burst. “Oh!”
“Love me, Rayan. Love me.”
“I do.”
Once again Vashon’s hands pressed her onto his cock and then lifted and lowered her onto his thrusts over and over. Her pussy burned with excitement. Need built. She was so full, yet not full enough. He pounded into her. She tightened, squeezing, unable to hold his sliding rod. Her breath sawed in and out.
Rayan tossed her head and saw firelight gleam off the villagers’ sweaty, naked bodies as they too mated. The air filled with grunts, sighs, gasps and shrieks of pleasure. A deep thrust made her cry out, adding her voice to the villagers’.
“They don’t need your attention, love, but I do.”
Her contractions began again. Triumph blazed from his eyes. His hot essence spurted inside her as her body convulsed around the marble cock. Helpless moans left her lips.
“You please me so much.”
She felt fertility flowing through her out into the panting couples. Around her the villagers cried out in joy and ecstasy.
Vashon was with Rayan when the sun rose, and for a moment when the sun’s rays warmed the marble, she felt flesh against her flesh as he held her tight to him and kissed her for the first time. But the moment dissipated with her body’s final contractions. She’d spent the night as he’d asked, with his marble cock deep inside her.
Chapter Four
As the sun rose on the horizon the villagers helped her off him. Rayan cried out in pain when they pulled his cock out of her pussy, yet the friction caused her body to convulse once more and she curled helplessly against the chest of the naked man who carried her.
“Vashon is telling us she is his,” the priestess said.
There was a general murmur of agreement from those around them.
The gray marble cock was stained with blood and other fluids. “Wash him,” the priestess instructed someone.
The man did not have to carry Rayan far to one of the houses around the square. The house was dim and cool. He laid her on a soft bed and stood back. She thought his eyes flashed gold for a second. She reached her hand out to him.
“Let me care for you,” the priestess said, stepping between them.
But Rayan needed privacy to review the night. And if this man was actually Vashon…“If you give me a wet cloth, I will do it.”
“I want to make sure you are well. I will leave after.”
Rayan let the priestess open her legs and wash away the fluids. Elida probed gently at the tender flesh.
“It will be painful for you to take him again tonight.”
“Yes.”
“But you must do as he asks.”
“I know.” Rayan looked into the priestess’s eyes. “He was happy.”
“Praise Vashon. I sensed you were the answer to the prophecy when I saw you.”
“Does it always feel this good after loving?”
The priestess smiled at her. “Vashon is the greatest lover. You were blessed to have him. And since he has claimed you as his mate, you will be blessed all of your life.”
“It’s so strange. Yesterday I was on my way to become a merchant’s wife. It was as