Kol’s enormous dominant rod slid into Lara’s waiting sheath even as the pointed tip of his lesser rod pierced her rose hole. Then, both rods fully sheathed, his dominant rod began to pump her with slow, majestic movements while the lesser rod remained throbbing within her narrower passage and the spectators leaned forward to gaze upon the strength and magnificence of the Twilight Lord and his beautiful faerie mate. Macia and Anka struggled to maintain their place. Both women were near to swooning with their own lust as they watched their master and mistress perform before their subjects.
Kol’s movements began to quicken and then his dominant rod was flashing fiercely in and out of the hot, tight love sheath that had been so perfectly prepared over the last week to receive him once again. He bent forward and suckled and bit her breasts. Lara screamed with delight and her nails clawed at his back, going deep, drawing blood. The crowd roared its approval. Their lord’s mate was no weak female to be easily overcome by her master. When he finally triumphed over her it would only be after a great battle had been fought between them.
For over an hour the two lovers writhed upon the couch as above them their subjects watched with favor as Kol’s strength and that of his mate was more than proven to them. And then Lara reached around her lover and two of her fingers found their way between his buttocks to caress his hidden flesh. Kol howled with surprise and delight. His two rods, but a small wall of flesh separating them, sought together for that tiny spot that when touched would send Lara into a paroxym of joy. He found it. The two rods caressed it from either side and her pleasure began to peak. Lara shrieked with her satisfaction as the tremors began to race over her. Her head spun. Stars exploded behind her closed eyelids into a myriad of dazzling colors while around her the roar of the crowd grew louder and louder. And then blackness. Silence.
Kol arose from the unconscious body of his mate. “All praise be to Krell!” he shouted and they shouted it back at him.
“Yes!” the spectators roared with one voice. “All hail to our lord Kol! All praise be to Krell!”
“Lower her legs,” Kol ordered the two women. “You are free to choose whom you will from among my lords.” The Lustlings appeared and began to cleanse the tired sexual organs of the Twilight Lord and his mate. When they had finished he picked up his robe, wrapped himself in it and then lifted Lara from the couch that they had shared. Leaving the rotunda the Twilight Lord carried his mate back to her bedchamber and lay her upon the bed. The rest of the night would be spent in a carnal celebration by his lords and the women who accompanied them. He would eventually join them in the banquet hall, but not quite yet. He lay down next to Lara and gathered her into his arms.
It was almost a full hour before she began to stir. As she came once more to her senses Lara smelled his fragrance and opening her eyes saw he was cradling her. “Did we please the lords?” she asked him softly.
“We pleased them well. As I left the rotunda with you many of them were already rodding their women. I gave Macia and Anka leave to stay and seek pleasures if they chose. Anka is a very lustful creature and sought immediately for a Wolfyn lord. I think Macia had finally decided upon a giant. Let us hope her lover does not split her in two.” He chuckled. “You were magnificent. You have an innate understanding of how to deal with the lower orders, my precious.” He began to caress her breasts.
“Are you already hot again for pleasures?” she said. “I think it is you who are a most lustful fellow.” Lara entwined her fingers into his dark hair.
“We did what we did for the lords,” he said to her. “Let us now do it for ourselves, my precious. Then I will leave you and join the lords in the hall.”
“May I not go, too?” Lara asked him.
“Will you feel strong enough?” he asked her solicitously.
Kol laughed.
“Take pleasures with me like the Wolfyn lord will do with Anka,” she tempted him seductively. Lara rolled over and leaning forward drew herself up on her knees, resting her head upon her folded arms, her pretty bottom pushing up at him. “Are they as fierce as you, my lord?” she taunted.
Kol covered her body with his and growling he leaned forward to bite the nape of her neck sharply. “I am fiercer,” he told her and thrust his dominant rod into her woman’s passage. Then holding her hips in his grasp he began to piston her until Lara was moaning with undisguised pleasure. She had roused his lust to a fever pitch and he could not seem to stop with her. Twice he brought her to a peak only to continue, his great rod delving deeper until she was begging him to stop. But he knew she could be challenged once more and he was not quite ready. His hands moved from her hips to grasp her dangling breasts. He squeezed them hard, pinching the nipples cruelly, making her whimper with the pain. Then he felt her shuddering a third time, his rod quivered, his juices exploded and Lara screamed softly as she collapsed beneath him.
Kol rolled away from her, turning her over to face him. “Am I not fiercer?” he demanded of her.
She laughed weakly as she opened her green eyes to look at him. “I cannot know, for I have never taken pleasures with a Wolfyn,” she told him mischievously.
“Little bitch,” he said to her. “Perhaps I should give you to Hrolleif. He could curb you of your insolence, my precious.”
“But you would not enjoy a mate less spirited than I, my lord Kol,” Lara said softly. “You love my insolence.” Her fingers reached up to caress his saturnine face. “Don’t you?”
He laughed, but he did not answer her.
The Lustlings appeared and did their duty. Then the Twilight Lord and his mate arose, dressed themselves and went to the banquet hall to join the lords. Their entrance was met with cheers. They took their places at the head of the large banqueting table and the feasting and drinking began. The various lords were enchanted by Lara as this night was the only opportunity they had to view her and speak with her. Even Alfrigg seemed pleased, which Lara found amusing, having heard from Kol of his chancellor’s normally sour disposition.
A young Wolfyn lord came to Kol and murmured low into the Twilight Lord’s ear. Kol then leaned over to Lara and said, “He wants to keep Anka. Will you allow it?”
“Where is Anka?” Lara asked. “I would speak with her first.”
The Wolfyn lord went off, then returned dragging Anka with him. She was not happy. Indeed, she looked a bit frightened. Seeing this, Lara said, “No, he may not have her, but I will allow him to amuse himself with her for three days, my lord. I suspect it will cure her of her boldness.”
The Twilight Lord relayed his mate’s message. The Wolfyn lord bowed to Kol, gave a polite nod to Lara and dragged Anka off with him. Macia returned barely able to walk from her adventure with a young giant lord. There was nothing for it but to take to her bed for the next few days as she could not stand for more than five minutes. Anka returned subdued and would not speak of her time with the Wolfyn lord.
Lara knew that Kol prepared to loose his armies on Hetar soon. It was now time for her to leave him and bring further confusion and discord to the Dark Lands. The twins, not even a month old yet, had already made adherents among the Dark-landers seeking to position themselves for the day when Kol would declare one of them his heir. That it was many years hence did not deter them from choosing sides. And Kol encouraged their behavior and their rich gifts to Kolbein and Kolgrim. Each petitioner was permitted to personally present his gift to the twin involved. Lara could have sworn that these infant boys knew exactly what was going on and were marking down their supporters within their memories. She found it disturbing.
Kol came to her each night now, and it was harder and harder for her to keep up the pretense of being his willing mate. She had to leave, yet something about this dark creature called out to her. She was having moments when she wondered if she could go. Finally one night she fought back the unseen forces she sensed about her and cried aloud,
The Twilight Lord’s dark eyes blazed with fury.
“Nor does Lara, daughter of Swiftsword and Ilona of the Forest Faeries have any place in your kingdom,” the Shadow Prince said quietly.
“She is my mate. The mother of my sons,” Kol replied. “She belongs to me! She is now my creature, Shadow Prince. Darkness fills her soul completely.”
“Not completely,” Kaliq replied. “You had the Munin rob her of her memories but for those you wanted her to have. But all of her memories have been returned to her, Twilight Lord. Now she will leave you and return to her
