Brides of Caralon 00 Seductress of Caralon by Lacey Alexander Page B
Authors: Lacey Alexander
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the man held any love for her in his heart, and this proved it. She wanted to spit on him. She wanted to trample his bravado under her feet.
But a woman’s place in Caralon was not such that she could ever rule over any man. She had no choice but to do what her father demanded. She had to attempt to learn the ways of seduction, then give herself to the feared Enrick , a beast of a man who inhabited children’s nightmares—had even once inhabited her nightmares. Like it or not, it seemed, he would soon enter her bed in a whole new manner.
* * * * *
Osren’s fifth wife, Gilda, swept into Jalal’s room, her voluptuous body swathed in the sheer fabric created by the silkworms her father had gathered from near and far. Waterfalls of sea green fell over Gilda’s ample breasts, then spilled again from her hips toward the floor, the more intimate curves of her body visible beneath.
She dropped a puddle of blue silk on the bed next to Jalal . “Ah yes, just as I thought. The blue looks enchanting with your dark hair. You shall have to let it down, you know.”
Jalal reached protectively to the silken twine that currently wrapped her long locks in a single row down her back. To let one’s hair down was to announce to all that she was no longer innocent. Jalal’s hair had stayed bound her whole life, and of course it would make sense to release it now, if she were to perform a seduction, but she somehow felt almost violated by the suggestion. This was not how she’d intended to lose her well-guarded virginity.
Picking up the scant garments made of the same translucent silk as Gilda’s, she gasped. “They are as see-through as…” She glanced at her stepmother, older than her by only a few years, then lowered her eyes. “Well, as yours.” Gilda’s nipples shone like dark flowers through the transparent green fabric.
Rich laughter rang through the room. “Of course. We want Enrick to see all you have to offer—your lush breasts, your lovely pink cunt .”
“ Cunt ?”
Gilda smiled tauntingly. “You don’t even know what your cunt is?” She rolled her eyes. “By Ares, they do protect the rich ones. Too much, in my opinion. I can’t believe I’m expected to ready you for fucking in one short night.”
With that, Gilda drew back her sea-colored skirt to reveal the slit between her legs—the place on Jalal’s body that had caused her such frustration for years. All the hair had been removed from Gilda’s mound, leaving it shockingly bare. “This is the cunt . Sometimes called the pussy. It’s what a man treasures most on a woman’s body, what Enrick will penetrate when you’ve done your job.”
Jalal couldn’t hold in her gasp. “Penetrate?”
Gilda drew in a tired breath, reaching into a small leather sack and drawing out a cylindrical object of clay, like a mushroom with a swollen, overgrown stem and a very small top. “This is a cock, what a man has between his legs. He uses it to fuck you.”
Yet another new word that left Jalal feeling ignorant and helpless. Why couldn’t Gilda explain better? “Fuck?”
“Yes, fuck. Means when he puts it in your pussy and moves it in and out.”
Jalal was certain she looked lost. All she could think was that the cock appeared enormous—it must have been seven or eight inches in length—and it was to go inside her body?
“Here, let me show you,” Gilda said, climbing up onto the bed next to her.
Kneeling with her legs spread, she placed the clay cock between her thighs and—oh, Ares!—pushed it up into the pink slit parting there. “ Mmm ,” Gilda moaned softly, driving the clay up into her until it nearly disappeared. Then she began to slide it in and out, in and out.
Jalal was aghast, her eyes locked on the intrusion of the clay cock. “Is it painful?”
Gilda’s laugh this time was deeper, like a warm purr. “Oh no, dear. A cock is a tool of pure
But a woman’s place in Caralon was not such that she could ever rule over any man. She had no choice but to do what her father demanded. She had to attempt to learn the ways of seduction, then give herself to the feared Enrick , a beast of a man who inhabited children’s nightmares—had even once inhabited her nightmares. Like it or not, it seemed, he would soon enter her bed in a whole new manner.
* * * * *
Osren’s fifth wife, Gilda, swept into Jalal’s room, her voluptuous body swathed in the sheer fabric created by the silkworms her father had gathered from near and far. Waterfalls of sea green fell over Gilda’s ample breasts, then spilled again from her hips toward the floor, the more intimate curves of her body visible beneath.
She dropped a puddle of blue silk on the bed next to Jalal . “Ah yes, just as I thought. The blue looks enchanting with your dark hair. You shall have to let it down, you know.”
Jalal reached protectively to the silken twine that currently wrapped her long locks in a single row down her back. To let one’s hair down was to announce to all that she was no longer innocent. Jalal’s hair had stayed bound her whole life, and of course it would make sense to release it now, if she were to perform a seduction, but she somehow felt almost violated by the suggestion. This was not how she’d intended to lose her well-guarded virginity.
Picking up the scant garments made of the same translucent silk as Gilda’s, she gasped. “They are as see-through as…” She glanced at her stepmother, older than her by only a few years, then lowered her eyes. “Well, as yours.” Gilda’s nipples shone like dark flowers through the transparent green fabric.
Rich laughter rang through the room. “Of course. We want Enrick to see all you have to offer—your lush breasts, your lovely pink cunt .”
“ Cunt ?”
Gilda smiled tauntingly. “You don’t even know what your cunt is?” She rolled her eyes. “By Ares, they do protect the rich ones. Too much, in my opinion. I can’t believe I’m expected to ready you for fucking in one short night.”
With that, Gilda drew back her sea-colored skirt to reveal the slit between her legs—the place on Jalal’s body that had caused her such frustration for years. All the hair had been removed from Gilda’s mound, leaving it shockingly bare. “This is the cunt . Sometimes called the pussy. It’s what a man treasures most on a woman’s body, what Enrick will penetrate when you’ve done your job.”
Jalal couldn’t hold in her gasp. “Penetrate?”
Gilda drew in a tired breath, reaching into a small leather sack and drawing out a cylindrical object of clay, like a mushroom with a swollen, overgrown stem and a very small top. “This is a cock, what a man has between his legs. He uses it to fuck you.”
Yet another new word that left Jalal feeling ignorant and helpless. Why couldn’t Gilda explain better? “Fuck?”
“Yes, fuck. Means when he puts it in your pussy and moves it in and out.”
Jalal was certain she looked lost. All she could think was that the cock appeared enormous—it must have been seven or eight inches in length—and it was to go inside her body?
“Here, let me show you,” Gilda said, climbing up onto the bed next to her.
Kneeling with her legs spread, she placed the clay cock between her thighs and—oh, Ares!—pushed it up into the pink slit parting there. “ Mmm ,” Gilda moaned softly, driving the clay up into her until it nearly disappeared. Then she began to slide it in and out, in and out.
Jalal was aghast, her eyes locked on the intrusion of the clay cock. “Is it painful?”
Gilda’s laugh this time was deeper, like a warm purr. “Oh no, dear. A cock is a tool of pure
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