Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 99485 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 497(@200wpm)___ 398(@250wpm)___ 332(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 99485 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 497(@200wpm)___ 398(@250wpm)___ 332(@300wpm)
“Come now,” she said and led us around to the last face of the Goddess. This one was wearing a knowing smile on her full, painted lips. Her eye makeup was also dark and heavy, accentuating her beauty in a forbidden way. The women on L’Crist wore almost no makeup, so I stared at her in fascination. But soon enough, the Goddess was giving Slade vows to say to me.
“I vow to be a thoughtful and generous lover,” he rumbled. “I will part your thighs to taste your sweet juices and fill your sex with my shaft. Your pleasure will come before mine every time we are together and I won’t rest until you are completely satisfied, Aurora.”
The fact that he used my name instead of calling me “Princess” made me blush almost as much as the illicit-sounding vows. Nobody talked openly about sex on L’Crist and I had never heard of a man promising to put his wife’s pleasure first. Some married women at Court seemed to enjoy having marital relations with their husbands, but I had heard just as many say that it was a chore they had to do, like cleaning the house or cooking supper.
But it was the part about him “tasting my juices” that made me press my thighs together tightly with embarrassment and disbelief. Such things were forbidden and wrong! Everyone knew that a man must never put his mouth on his wife’s cunny. It was beneath him to place his lips on such a dirty place and it lowered him in the estimation of other men if they found out. Plus it was morally wrong—no man should even want to do it.
But surely Slade was just saying the vows because it was part of the ceremony, I told myself. He couldn’t really mean them—could he? He couldn’t really want to taste me there.
But the way his golden eyes were half-lidded with lust as he spoke the words sent a strange, trembling feeling through my body. It reminded me of how his face came to me sometimes when I touched myself, even though I knew it was wrong.
And then it was my turn.
“Now, child—repeat after me,” the priestess said.
I tried to—I really did. But I had a hard time getting the words out while I was looking up into Slade’s golden eyes. It felt so intimate and my mind kept insisting on showing me graphic images of the two of us engaged in the forbidden practices I was describing in my vows as I stumbled my way through them.
“I vow to be open to your love for me,” I said, repeating what the priestess murmured. “I will…” I swallowed hard. “Will spread my thighs that you may…may drink of my juices and quench your Thirst. I will open…” I cleared my throat. “Open my body to you and allow you to give me, uh, pleasure and bring me to the peak of need and desire again and again. I will take…” I looked down, away from his intense gaze because I couldn’t stand the intimacy anymore. “I will take your shaft deep into my sex and—”
“No,” Slade interrupted. He lifted my chin, forcing me to meet his eyes again. “Look at me when you say it, Aurora,” he growled softly. “I want to look into your eyes when you tell me how you’ll take my shaft deep inside.”
And so I stared into his eyes again, feeling hot and cold all over as I repeated the last lines of the vow again.
“I will take…take your shaft deep into my sex and your seed into my womb, Slade,” I finished breathlessly.
It was hard saying those words as I met his golden gaze—and even harder to speak his name and make it personal. Part of me still couldn’t believe this was happening. Just a few hours before Slade had been nothing to me but the Brute Enforcer L’Crist dealt with twice a year. Now he was my husband and I was promising to commit all kinds of lewd acts with him!
And why did saying those words while I looked at him make me feel so funny? My nipples were tight and achy and the V between my legs felt hot and wet with need. I had never felt like this before—not even when I touched myself. It was almost like my body was hungry for something that only the big Brute could give me.
I didn’t think I did a very good job, but my stumbling recitation of the vows must have pleased the priestess because she nodded when I finished.
“Very good,” all four of her faces said together. Then they began to sing again.
“Now you are Bound
In the presence of the Goddess.
May She of the Four Faces
Bless your Union.
May your Seed be strong
May your Womb be fruitful
May your Love never end