and queen.
“Go to your grandmother, Yamka, Nyura,” Grugyn Ahasferus said. Then he led his eldest granddaughter and Kolgrim to a small interior guest chamber, ushering them inside. There was a roll-armed upholstered couch in the room, and a table with a decanter and four goblets. “The frine is blackberry,” he told Kolgrim, who nodded his thanks. “When shall I send the other girls to you, my lord?” he asked.
“When I have learned from Divsha what I need to learn, she will come to fetch Yamka next, and Yamka will fetch Nyura,” the Twilight Lord said quietly.
Grugyn Ahasferus bowed politely. “It shall be as you require, my lord,” he said, and then he backed from the chamber, hurrying off to join his wife.
When he had departed, Kolgrim walked to the door and turned the key in its lock. Then he turned back to Divsha, who smiled at him coyly.
“Would you like to see my breasts?” she asked him sweetly.
“Aye, I would,” Kolgrim said, and pointing a finger at her, removed her gown.
Divsha squealed with surprise.
“I want to see all of you,” he told her, seating himself on the couch. “Come here now, and sit upon my lap so I may inspect you more closely.”
Obedient, she complied immediately. “You are a wicked man,” she said to him.
“I am indeed,” he agreed, a big hand slipping beneath her to feel up her bottom.
Divsha squealed again. “Ohhh!” she exclaimed.
His other hand began exploring her large round breasts. The skin was both soft and firm to his touch. He squeezed a breast, and her fair skin immediately bore the mark of his fingers. She was finely made. Bending, he kissed her nipple, licking it, then taking it into his mouth to first suck upon it, then to bite down on the tender flesh.
“Ohh, that hurt!” Divsha complained.
Raising her head, he kissed her, and her tongue immediately snaked its way into his mouth. She fell back into the curve of his arm, and almost at once he began to explore her nether regions. She was already wet with her lust, and so he pushed two fingers into her, moving them swiftly back and forth until she released her juices to him. She was not a virgin, but Kolgrim wasn’t disappointed. He meant to have pleasures of the girl before he sent her back to her grandmother. Divsha’s eyes were closed.
Kolgrim smiled. “Seat yourself upon me now, Divsha,” he said. He had magicked his own robe away, and his manhood was already standing tall. He lifted the girl and sheathed himself within her.
Divsha’s eyes opened and widened with his entry. “You are too big,” she whimpered.
“Ride me!” he commanded her sharply. “You certainly have been taught how to please your lover, wench. Do so now!”
Divsha obeyed him, clamping him between her thighs as her body rose and fell with the rhythm of their shared lust. He grasped her big round breasts, squeezing them until she was gasping for mercy. He gave her none, only easing his hold on her as his juices filled her, and Divsha fell forward, clinging to him “Ohh, my lord,” she murmured as she licked his ear. “You are so masterful. Never have I known such.”
Kolgrim lifted her off him, restoring their garments with a snap of his fingers.
It had been a pleasant interlude, and she was a beautiful girl. But she had certainly not been a virgin, and the Book of Rule had said his bride would be a virgin. His fingers might have been mistaken, but his manhood had probed her deeply. Her maidenhood was long gone from her. “I have enjoyed your company, my lady Divsha,” he told her, kissing her hand as he led her to the door, unlocked it and gently sent her on her way. “Go to your grandmother now. Have Yamka sent to me so I may conduct my interview with her next. I am sure we will meet again before I depart Hetar.”
“Have I pleased you,” she simpered coyly, certain she had.
“You have,” he agreed, and closed the door on her.
When Divsha reached her grandmother’s day room Yamka departed immediately. The blonde girl was disappointed she had no time to share her experience with her cousins, and gloat over how she had pleased him. Yamka almost ran from the chamber in her eagerness, Divsha noted.
“Enter!” Kolgrim called at the slight knock upon the door. Yamka stepped into the room, and Kolgrim again locked the door.
Yamka smiled slyly at him. “Did you fuck Divsha?” she asked, amused. “I am told she is rather dull when taking pleasures. We have shared several lovers.”
“What a bad girl you are, Yamka, to speak so disparagingly of your cousin,” the Twilight Lord chided her.
“Ohh, I am very bad, my lord,” Yamka agreed. “Do you mean to spank me for it?” Her amber eyes glittered gold and danced with anticipation.
He snapped a finger at her and her gown dissolved away.
“Ohhh!” Yamka exclaimed, surprised, and in a half crouch tried to shield her breasts and mons from him with her hands.
“Aye, I can see you are a bad girl to deny me the sight of your luscious body,” Kolgrim said. And Yamka was indeed luscious. Like Divsha her breasts were round, though not as large. Her hips were rounded as well, and he suspected her bottom would be plump and round, too. “Come here!” he commanded her in a hard tone, and when she quickly obeyed him he said, “Over my lap, wench. If you accept your punishment with good grace then I shall have a fine reward for you.” His big hand descended upon her fat buttocks with a satisfying smack.
“Ohhh!” Yamka cried out. “Oh! Oh! Oh!” and she wiggled atop his knees.
Kolgrim continued spanking her bottom until it had turned a beautiful and burnished red sheen. Then standing, he yanked her to the rolled arm of the couch, put her over it and, grasping her hips in a firm grip, thrust his lustful rod as deep as he might go. She was not a virgin. But he was not disappointed. She was a most glorious fuck, and released her juices twice for him. Drawing his cock from her female sheath, he found her rear passage, and began to push himself in there.
“Ohhhh!” Yamka groaned. “I have only had one man there!”
“You have one now,” Kolgrim said pushing himself as far as he could as his sac slapped against her bottom. But he knew she lied, for her rear passage had been easily penetrated. He moved within her once or twice, and released himself.
Several minutes later he restored her garment, and sent her back to her grandparents. He had not even kissed her lips. Now he waited for the third girl. What was her name? Nyura, yes, Nyura. He knew Hetarian girls were permitted to start taking lovers at the age of fourteen. Both Divsha and Yamka had obviously not wasted any time in availing themselves of this privilege. How could this third girl still be a virgin? Yet he had never heard of the Book of Rule being wrong. His lust had been well fed with the first two of Grugyn Ahasferus’s granddaughters. He must treat the third as if she were an untried virgin until she proved that she was not. “Enter!” he said at the knock upon the door.
Nyura stepped into the chamber. She did not appear particularly nervous even when he locked the door. Nor did she cry out when he magicked her robe away. Instead she stood quietly so he might view her charms, turning slowly for him. Kolgrim felt the lust he had thought satisfied suddenly beginning to burgeon once again. “Do I please you, my lord,” Nyura asked him softly. “My breasts are not as large as Divsha, nor my bottom as plump as Yamka’s, I fear.”
Slender and shapely, she had the most perfectly proportioned body he had ever seen in all of his life. His eyes devoured her. Her breasts would just fill his palm.
He suspected his two hands would span her narrow waist. The twin halves of her bottom were like ripe firm peaches. Her limbs were slim and shapely.
“Come and sit by my side,” he invited her, and Nyura came without hesitation, turning her face to him, smiling. He took the heart-shaped face between his two palms and kissed her mouth. Her lips were like rose petals, soft and delicate. Her breath was sweet, and he realized with shock that no man’s lips had ever touched hers before his. His kiss deepened. He could not help himself, but Nyura slipped her arms about him without hesitation. He ran his tongue along her sensual full lips, and they parted for him. Kolgrim’s heart was beating wildly. No female had ever given him this kind of a reaction.
Enboldened he pushed his tongue into her mouth. Shyly Nyura touched his tongue with hers then sighed. Kolgrim began to stroke the beautiful body in his embrace. She did not flinch as his hand caressed her breasts,
