should be free.
In her society, women ruled. Men were only kept for procreation and sexual gratification.
And even for that they weren”t allowed much freedom. The male vekkers or love slaves were there to arouse women, but weren”t allowed to penetrate them. Only breeders were allowed to copulate with women and then only when lying on their backs. Women took the dominant position, always maintaining their position as the commanding party.
She”d secretly dreamed of a man finally using his power on her and not the other way around. But their males had become so docile, they”d lost their sexual prowess. And should anybody ever find out about her secret fantasy, she would be punished.
Selena looked back at the warrior. He was different. His body was larger than that of all other males she”d seen. His muscles were toned and strong, his skin smooth and virtually devoid of hair except of the nest of dark blond curls that surrounded his proud manhood. He was large, and the thought of him impaling her with his instrument made her perspire.
Selena wasn”t sure whether she”d read his lips correctly just before he”d come so
violently, but it had appeared as if he”d wanted to tell her that this was for her. Had he wanted to tell her that his seed was meant for her?
It wasn”t right that Aurora would kidnap men to get what she wanted: a daughter so her succession to the throne was assured. Only once she bore a daughter would she take the throne, and their mother would step aside as queen.
It was one thing to accept the way their society worked - which Selena had many times tried to rebel against without success - but it was another thing altogether to force men from other tribes and clans to submit to their hierarchy. Selena couldn”t allow it. If she allowed this to continue, she wouldn”t be any better than the women who”d ambushed this warrior”s group on Aurora”s orders.
The next day, after a restless night during which she”d planned out how to convince Aurora, she stomped into her sister”s bathing chamber. She would have to listen to her, once and for all. The reason their society had developed the way it had was because men had mistreated women, and now the same was happening the other way around.
Aurora lay in a large tub of warm water from which a pleasant fragrance of flowers rose.
She was preparing herself to conceive another child. It would be her fourth. Already at the age of twenty-five she”d borne three sons - all by different breeders. None had so far managed to give her a daughter.
Selena looked at her sister whose eyes were closed. She was beautiful, no doubt, and desirable. But her obsession about bearing a daughter had changed her over the years. She”d turned bitter.
The love slave Aurora had engaged to bathe her kneaded her voluptuous breasts. His hands looked dark on her white skin - foreign, as if they didn”t belong there. Nevertheless, her sister seemed to enjoy the young man”s ministrations if her parted lips and soft moans were anything to go by.
“Suck them,” she ordered.
Selena stayed between the columns at the entrance, too enthralled by the erotic picture to stop watching. The events in the captive”s cell had aroused her, and all night she”d tossed and turned. But she”d resisted calling for a love slave to service her needs, feeling it wasn”t right.
As the vekker sank his lips onto Aurora”s nipple, his hands went underwater. Selena could clearly see what he was doing. He used both hands to spread Aurora wide before he pressed himself flush against her core. His erect cock rose between their bodies, and he ground against her rhythmically.
Aurora panted. “Take me!”
In an instant the love slave had turned her in his arms so she faced away from him, lifted her upper body out of the water and pressed her onto the stone that surrounded the sunken tub.
Then he stood erect behind her, his loins lining up with her round buttocks, and plunged his
In her society, women ruled. Men were only kept for procreation and sexual gratification.
And even for that they weren”t allowed much freedom. The male vekkers or love slaves were there to arouse women, but weren”t allowed to penetrate them. Only breeders were allowed to copulate with women and then only when lying on their backs. Women took the dominant position, always maintaining their position as the commanding party.
She”d secretly dreamed of a man finally using his power on her and not the other way around. But their males had become so docile, they”d lost their sexual prowess. And should anybody ever find out about her secret fantasy, she would be punished.
Selena looked back at the warrior. He was different. His body was larger than that of all other males she”d seen. His muscles were toned and strong, his skin smooth and virtually devoid of hair except of the nest of dark blond curls that surrounded his proud manhood. He was large, and the thought of him impaling her with his instrument made her perspire.
Selena wasn”t sure whether she”d read his lips correctly just before he”d come so
violently, but it had appeared as if he”d wanted to tell her that this was for her. Had he wanted to tell her that his seed was meant for her?
It wasn”t right that Aurora would kidnap men to get what she wanted: a daughter so her succession to the throne was assured. Only once she bore a daughter would she take the throne, and their mother would step aside as queen.
It was one thing to accept the way their society worked - which Selena had many times tried to rebel against without success - but it was another thing altogether to force men from other tribes and clans to submit to their hierarchy. Selena couldn”t allow it. If she allowed this to continue, she wouldn”t be any better than the women who”d ambushed this warrior”s group on Aurora”s orders.
The next day, after a restless night during which she”d planned out how to convince Aurora, she stomped into her sister”s bathing chamber. She would have to listen to her, once and for all. The reason their society had developed the way it had was because men had mistreated women, and now the same was happening the other way around.
Aurora lay in a large tub of warm water from which a pleasant fragrance of flowers rose.
She was preparing herself to conceive another child. It would be her fourth. Already at the age of twenty-five she”d borne three sons - all by different breeders. None had so far managed to give her a daughter.
Selena looked at her sister whose eyes were closed. She was beautiful, no doubt, and desirable. But her obsession about bearing a daughter had changed her over the years. She”d turned bitter.
The love slave Aurora had engaged to bathe her kneaded her voluptuous breasts. His hands looked dark on her white skin - foreign, as if they didn”t belong there. Nevertheless, her sister seemed to enjoy the young man”s ministrations if her parted lips and soft moans were anything to go by.
“Suck them,” she ordered.
Selena stayed between the columns at the entrance, too enthralled by the erotic picture to stop watching. The events in the captive”s cell had aroused her, and all night she”d tossed and turned. But she”d resisted calling for a love slave to service her needs, feeling it wasn”t right.
As the vekker sank his lips onto Aurora”s nipple, his hands went underwater. Selena could clearly see what he was doing. He used both hands to spread Aurora wide before he pressed himself flush against her core. His erect cock rose between their bodies, and he ground against her rhythmically.
Aurora panted. “Take me!”
In an instant the love slave had turned her in his arms so she faced away from him, lifted her upper body out of the water and pressed her onto the stone that surrounded the sunken tub.
Then he stood erect behind her, his loins lining up with her round buttocks, and plunged his
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