when the child is born, but not before.”
“You would defy me, Nyura?”
“Nay, my lord, never,” she swore. “But the shade of Ulla visited me before our wedding and advised me to wait,” Nyura lied smoothly to him. “As you must obey your Book of Rule, so must I obey the shade of Ulla. If I do not, my gift will be rendered worthless to you. Neither of us wants that, my lord, do we?”
Kolgrim laughed. “I think you lie to me,” he said, “but you know I dare not take the chance that what you say is truth. You play a clever game, Nyura. Now tell me, do you like your chamber? It was once inhabited by my dear mother.”
Nyura looked about. The chamber was spacious. There was a great hearth opposite the large bed that was covered in luxurious furs. On the far side of the room was an open colonnade, but as it was night she could make out nothing beyond it. The furnishings were few, and rough. The bed, a sideboard, a table, two chairs. “I am surprised that your mother could live in such a rough chamber,” Nyura told him. “I cannot be comfortable here until I furnish this place to suit my needs, my lord.”
“Which you are free to do,” Kolgrim told her.
“I must have my furnishings from Hetar,” Nyura insisted. “I will never be happy without my own things about me, my lord.”
“In a day or two I will escort you myself to The City. You may choose whatever pleases you.” He remembered she had said at their first meeting she could be happy in the Dark Lands. Kolgrim almost laughed with the memory.
“But it will take months for it to be brought here,” Nyura said petulantly.
“Ah, I forgot that you were brought up to deny magic, my beauty. My magic will bring you whatever you desire in the same day, Nyura. Will you be happy then?”
“Oh yes!” She giggled. “Having a husband who is magic will be quite convenient. I shall be the envy of my cousins Divsha and Yamka.” She snuggled against him. “You are so good to me, my lord. May we take pleasures again tonight?”
“We shall spend the next several days taking pleasures, Nyura. I want to make up to you the missed opportunities you suffered while you waited for me. And there is much you have to learn. Losing your virginity was pleasurable, but traumatic, too. Now I will show you all the delights you can enjoy with me. Your cousins have had other lovers. But I am the only lover you will ever have, Nyura. You understand that, don’t you?” His hand wrapped itself tightly into her long golden-red hair, forcing her head back so he might look into her beautiful face.
“Why would I want another lover?” she asked him innocently.
“Each man is different in his ability to make love, my beauty. I, however, am an expert in the arts of passion. You will never be unhappy with me, so when your cousins visit you and brag on their lovers I do not want you to be jealous,” Kolgrim said.
“Neither of them will take lovers again until they have given their husbands children,” Nyura said. “As we are assets to our husbands, so are they assets to us.”
“How practical,” Kolgrim replied drily. Then he bent to kiss her ripe mouth, his other hand moving down her body so he might push two fingers into her sheath. She started, but the Twilight Lord held her tightly by her hair while his fingers mimicked what his cock would soon do. She released her juices to him quickly, and his kiss deepened with his approval. Like all Hetarian women she was a lustful creature, and he would mold her lust to suit his own. He broke off the kiss and pushed her to her knees. “Open your eyes, Nyura, and view my manhood. I have what no other male, even the great Shadow Prince Kaliq, has. Twilight Lords possess two rods. The dominant, which is now before your eyes, and the lesser, which is released upon my command.”
Nyura stared at the long peg of flesh hanging before her. “It was bigger earlier,” she noted to him. “Does it expand and contract?”
He chuckled. “It does indeed.”
“What does the other rod look like, and why would you need two?” she asked.
“The other rod is so I may possess both of your lower entries at the same time,” he told her. “As for what it looks like, you shall see for yourself very shortly. Now take the dominant rod into your mouth and suckle upon it,” he commanded her.
Fascinated, Nyura obeyed, listening as he instructed her. Both her cousins had told her that men enjoyed being sucked upon.
“Be careful with those little teeth of yours, my beauty. Use your tongue. Run it about and beneath the head. Ahh, that’s it.” He was astounded by her natural skill. He knew she would have never involved herself in any, even the most innocent, sexual activity while keeping her virginity. Nyura was no fool, and knew the dangers of such play. He came close to groaning as she began to suck him deeper into her mouth and throat. She never hesitated, and Kolgrim closed his eyes, briefly allowing himself a moment of pure unadulterated enjoyment. But then as his dominant rod lengthened and grew hard, he felt the lesser of his rods stirring. “Cease, and sit back upon your haunches, my beautiful Nyura, and observe what happens.”
She obeyed instantly. His dominant rod thrust straight out almost touching her face. It bobbed just slightly as from beneath it his lesser rod began to emerge. Much longer than the dominant, and slender, it was hard to the touch of her fingers, which could not refrain from touching it. Its tip was pointed and shaped like an arrowhead.
Nyura shivered looking at it. She could almost feel the lesser rod piercing her fundament. A small stream of her juices ran down her thighs. “I never imagined such a thing as two rods,” she said slowly.
“I would have you taste it tonight,” he said to her. “It should not return beneath the dominant unsatisfied, my beauty.
“How can we accomplish it?” Nyura asked, genuinely interested. The thought of having herself filled with two rods was beyond exciting.
“Come to the bed with me,” he said, drawing her up from her knees. “It requires a special method to accomplish what you desire.”
They climbed onto the bed of soft furs together. While she thought it a bit barbaric and savage, there was something about the touch of the furs on her naked body that Nyura decided was quite exciting. She lay stretched out upon her back waiting for him to begin. The lesser rod was now iridescent with a silvery sheen. Its arrowhead glowed brightly. It was the most living thing she had ever seen.
Kolgrim clapped his hands once. Two thin silver chains with manacles at their ends dropped down. The restraints were lined in silk and lamb’s wool. “This will help you to attain the proper position,” he explained as he fastened the manacles to her ankles.
“Oh my!” Nyura exclaimed when he had finished. Her legs were spread wide, drawn up and back almost over her shoulders so that both of her orifices were revealed.
He clapped his hands again, and a second set of silver chains and manacles dropped down. Kolgrim fastened them to her wrists. “Now,” he said, “you are properly displayed, and ready for mounting, my beauty.”
“My cousins have told me of something they call bondage,” Nyura said. “Is this bondage, my lord?”
“A form of it,” he said. “Now be silent. My rods have a need for you.” He slid between her outspread and raised legs.
Nyura watched, fascinated, as the lesser rod, far longer than the dominant, found her rear orifice and pierced it. “Ohh!” she squealed as it pushed into her. Her gray-green eyes grew wide as she felt it filling up her rear channel. When it was fully sheathed she felt it throbbing within her. Nyura thought it exciting. Yamka and Divsha would be so jealous when she told them. “Ohhhh!” she gasped as his dominant rod thrust hard and deep into her female sheath. Her head began to spin as he pumped her savagely and her juices flowed furiously, bathing his steaming manhood as he used her. Nyura screamed with her pleasure. She struggled against the restraints about her wrists. She wanted to clutch at him, claw him. Raising her head, she sank her teeth into his shoulder, biting hard.
Kolgrim laughed aloud. His lesser rod, encased within her rear passage and throbbing, now began to match the rhythm of the dominant rod. They moved together within her twin sheaths. Nyura’s mouth fell open as she gasped for air. And then both rods found the tiny spot within a woman’s body known to give unrivaled ecstasy. They touched it from both sides at once. Nyura shrieked and shrieked with the pleasures pounding her body that would not stop.
The Twilight Lord laughed again and released his lust into her as she lost consciousness beneath him. Satisfied for the moment, he lay back as the Lustlings came forth to release Nyura from her bonds, and then bathe the sex of
