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his erection. He lifted her up, guided his length to her wet heat, and slowly, as the tenth bell rang, he pushed the head of his cock inside her. She gasped, and her hands clutched at his shoulders. He pushed a little bit deeper. She was tight, wet, hot, inexperienced, and ignorantly awaiting something she didn’t understand.
    He held her up, so her back rested lightly against the wall behind her, and as the eleventh bell peeled he pushed deeper. She gasped as he thrust, breaking past her maidenhead. One more thrust and he filled her completely. With the final peal of the palace bells, by any law or custom he and Lyssa were man and wife.
    ***
    Princess—that was her name now, and she rather liked it—woke with a start as the bells marking midnight pealed beyond her window. Their new Father did not call either of the others Princess, as he called her. She was his favorite, perhaps because he saw that she was the most powerful of them all. Princess. She liked the sound of her new name, even though it only resonated in her head and not against the stone walls that surrounded her. She remained imprisoned, but she’d been moved to a new room and was no longer alone. She did not like being alone, as she had been for so much of her lifetime.
    She had lived in much worse places than this one in her almost-sixteen years. Even before she’d come into her power, she’d been shunned by those who knew the circumstances of her birth. She’d slept in harder beds, or on the floor or the ground. This was a very nice prison.
    There were three other beds in this large chamber. Two of them were occupied by her sisters, Ksana demons like herself. Each had been fathered by the Isen Demon but they had come into this world by way of different mothers; mothers who had died during childbirth. The babies those chosen women had delivered were deadly poisonous as they came into the world, and not one of those mothers had survived.
    And now, after years of living without a true knowledge of who and what they were—without knowing exactly what they were meant to be and do—the Ksanas were poison once again. As they became women they discovered the true depths of their varied powers. They also came into their own as the most deadly of all the demon daughters. No man could withstand their kiss.
    The fourth bed in this large chamber was empty, awaiting yet another sister, perhaps.
    One of Princess’s sisters, the one called Divya, sat up in her bed. The other slept on. Perhaps her more limited powers did not allow her to see what Princess and Divya had seen.
    “She has been awakened,” Divya whispered.
    Princess looked at her sister, seeing her well even in the dark. Divya was slighter in build than she or their other sister. Her blond hair was almost silver. “It was inevitable.” Princess attempted to sound as if she didn’t care. “She will come for us... in time. That was always meant to be.” The witch and the blade. Separately they were mere annoyances. Separately they were nothing. Together... together they could ruin it all. One woman, one man. It was so unfair.
    “One witch and one man,” Divya said, sounding more annoyed than frightened. “Columbyana has many witches and more men than I can count, so I don’t see what all the fuss is about.”
    “The witch will be hard to kill as long as the blade lives,” Princess said. She was not afraid; not really. “We do not know the extent of her abilities, and he gives her strength. But the blade is just a man. Take him, and she will be just another witch, more easily disposed of if she dares to get in our way.”
    “Now that the witch has been awakened, we will be able to sense her,” Divya said. “Perhaps we can dispose of her before she comes into her full power.”
    “Perhaps.” Princess left her bed and walked to the window, bare feet on a cold floor, and looked down. She felt the moonlight wash over her, as powerful and energizing as sunlight. The night was hers, or soon