Brides of Caralon 00 Seductress of Caralon (2 page)

Rich laughter rang through the room.
“Of course.
We want
Enrick
to see all you have to offer—your lush breasts, your lovely pink
cunt
.”

“
Cunt
?”

Gilda smiled tauntingly. “You don’t even know what your
cunt
is?” She rolled her eyes. “By Ares, they do protect the rich ones.
Too much, in my opinion.
I can’t believe I’m expected to ready you for fucking in one short night.”

With that, Gilda drew back her sea-colored skirt to reveal the slit between her legs—the place on
Jalal’s
body that had caused her such frustration for years. All the hair had been removed from Gilda’s mound, leaving it shockingly bare. “This is the
cunt
.
Sometimes called the pussy.
It’s what a man treasures most on a woman’s body, what
Enrick
will penetrate when you’ve done your job.”

Jalal
couldn’t hold in her gasp. “Penetrate?”

Gilda drew in a tired breath, reaching into a small leather sack and drawing out a cylindrical object of clay, like a mushroom with a swollen, overgrown stem and a very small top. “This is a cock, what a man has between his legs. He uses it to fuck you.”

Yet another new word that left
Jalal
feeling ignorant and helpless. Why couldn’t Gilda explain better? “Fuck?”

“Yes, fuck. Means when he puts it in your pussy and moves it in and out.”

Jalal
was certain she looked lost. All she could think was that the cock appeared enormous—it must have been seven or eight inches in length—and it was to go inside her body?

“Here, let me show you,” Gilda said, climbing up onto the bed next to her.

Kneeling with her legs spread, she placed the clay cock between her thighs and—oh, Ares!—pushed it up into the pink slit parting there. “
Mmm
,” Gilda moaned softly, driving the clay up into her until it nearly disappeared. Then she began to slide it in and out, in and out.

Jalal
was aghast, her eyes locked on the intrusion of the clay cock. “Is it painful?”

Gilda’s laugh this time was deeper, like a warm purr.
“Oh no, dear.
A cock is a tool of pure pleasure.”

Jalal
could scarcely believe it.

Clearly reading the doubt on her face, Gilda said, “All right, yes, there might
be a bit of pain at the start, but once you’ve
had it, you shall crave it,
Jalal
. Your body shall yearn for it. Your
cunt
will ache for it.”

Jalal
swallowed nervously. Perhaps that was why her
cunt
had tingled and tickled so badly these last few years. When she’d reported it to
Relah
, fearing the physician need be
summoned,
Relah
had only chuckled and told her it was normal for a girl to have such sensations there, in preparation for her bridegroom. Now it was a dull throbbing that tortured her daily. “So then, you’re saying it won’t be horrible—seducing
Enrick
.”

Gilda tilted her head. “Well,
Enrick
the Attacker—who can say? I’ve never seen him, but from the stories…” Gilda ceased working the clay cock and her voice trailed off, a look of dread gathering in her features, until she finally forced a smile and refocused on
Jalal’s
eyes. “Sex is not horrible, no. I can’t imagine living without it.”

With that, Gilda cast a coy look toward her
cunt
and began moving the clay cylinder again. “And a big cock filling you up,
Jalal
,” she said, her voice going husky, “will help drive you toward climax.”

Jalal
bit her lip, watching as Gilda used her free hand to reach down and spread the very upper part of her slit, revealing a small pink nub of flesh. “This is the clit.
Stimulating it, especially while you’re being fucked, will bring you the greatest pleasure of all.”

Still moving the cock up and down in her
cunt
, Gilda began to rub two fingers over the glistening protrusion. “
Oooh
,” she moaned. “Yes. Oh, yes.”

“It feels good?”
Jalal
asked.

“
Mmm
.”

It seemed to
Jalal
that Gilda was lost to her then, her eyes falling shut as she continued using both hands to pleasure herself.
Jalal
watched in utter astonishment as Gilda thrust the false cock harder and harder up into her
cunt
, releasing low sounds of delight with each rough plunge, her fingers moving at lightning speed over her clit.
Jalal’s
own
cunt
went hot, wishing she had the courage to mimic Gilda’s demonstration, but it seemed like a thing she’d rather experiment with alone.

Jalal’s
nipples hardened, jutting against her silk gown as Gilda’s breath came raspy, labored.
Jalal’s
gaze was drawn from her stepmother’s impassioned face to her
cunt
, still taking a pummeling from the clay tool, until finally Gilda cried out, shocking
Jalal
. “Oh! Oh! Oh, Ares, yes!” she sobbed, thrusting her pussy roughly against her hands and the play cock.

When Gilda’s squeals finally ceased, she calmly withdrew the clay cylinder, rose from the bed, and walked to
Jalal’s
cleansing bowl, where she proceeded to immerse the cock and wash it. “You see what pleasure a man’s shaft can bring you now,” she said, still sounding a bit breathless. “And fucking you will bring him great pleasure, too. But another way you’ll please him is by taking his cock in your mouth.”

Again,
Jalal
gasped. She’d wondered long and hard about sex, but she’d never imagined her mouth would be involved.

Gilda laughed. “I would demonstrate that for you, as well, but the clay tastes foul. Nonetheless, you should always be eager when you suck a cock, licking it in every way you can, then taking it as deep into your throat as possible, sliding your lips up and down.”

Jalal
swallowed. This was all beginning to sound impossible. Maybe it was a blessing her father had no current plans for her to marry. And as for
Enrick
, well… At least that was only temporary.

“After some time of fucking your
cunt
, or your mouth, your man will spurt his seed inside you, so be ready for that—especially if he’s in your mouth. You’ll want to suck and swallow at the same time. I won’t mislead you—it’s a skill one has to work at to do well—but the better you do it, the more pleased he will be.”

Dropping the freshly cleaned cock on the bed, Gilda reached into her bag once more and this time extracted a small jar—clearly expensive, one of the glass artifacts so hoarded by the traders. “Now lift your gown over your pussy and spread your legs.”

Hesitantly,
Jalal
followed the command,
raising
her silk skirting to her waist and parting her thighs across the bed. Glancing down, she could see her
cunt
had parted with desire. “What are you going to do to me?”

Gilda unscrewed the jar’s lid, dipping her fingers inside.
Jalal
tensed when her stepmother smeared a thick, yellow paste down one side of her slit, then the other. “This will remove the hair.” She reached for another dollop, spreading it across the top of
Jalal’s
mound. “Only the wealthy can afford the luxury, so be thankful. It’s even possible your pussy will be the first hairless one
Enrick
has seen—it should drive him mad with lust.”

A few minutes later, Gilda began to wipe the paste off with a cloth. Indeed,
Jalal’s
dark pubic hair came away, leaving the sensitive skin beneath as soft and smooth as a baby’s bottom. Gilda crossed the room to retrieve
Jalal’s
greatest treasure from the Before Times—a rare viewing glass that had been pieced together from ancient fragments. Gilda held the viewing glass down between
Jalal’s
thighs. “Look how pretty you are there now.”

Jalal’s
stomach quivered at the sight of her bared
cunt
, still open to reveal the pink flesh inside. “There you see your own clit,” Gilda said, pointing. “Rubbing it against anything will bring you pleasure.” Then she pointed lower, to a small opening guarded by miniscule flaps of pink skin. “And that’s where his cock will go.”

In that tiny hole?
“How will it possibly fit?”

As usual, Gilda’s laughter reverberated through the room. “Trust me, dear. He’ll make it fit.”

Laying the viewing glass aside, Gilda smiled. “Now, put on the outfit I brought. I want to see how you look in it.”

Rising from the bed and turning her back to the other woman,
Jalal
let her silk gown fall to her feet and slipped on the barely-there swathes of blue.

Gilda propped the rectangular viewing glass on a table, then stood back with
Jalal
as they both studied her crackled reflection. The thin skirt reached the floor in back, but tapered and overlapped in front, barely covering her pussy. Not that it mattered—the naked flesh could be seen clearly through the fabric. The top Gilda had brought puckered across
Jalal’s
full breasts, a tie just beneath them pulling the hem snug to her body.

Reaching up, Gilda pulled the blue material resting upon
Jalal’s
shoulders down onto her upper arms, making the outfit even more alluring. Then she moved behind
Jalal
, reaching around to softly cup
Jalal’s
breasts in her hands. “He will lust for these. He will caress them and suck on them.”

“Does it hurt?”

Again, Gilda chuckled, releasing
Jalal’s
breasts. “Well, if it does, it’s in the best possible way.”

What did that mean?
Jalal
resisted asking, tired of Gilda’s amusement with her naïveté.

Walking back to the bed, Gilda lifted the gray, clay cock. “You can practice with this tonight,” she said. “If you practice, it will be less painful when
Enrick
fucks you for the first time.”

Soon after, Gilda departed, leaving
Jalal
to stare once more, with a combination of shock and arousal, at her body in the viewing glass. Tomorrow she would shed all innocence. She would seduce
Enrick
the Attacker for the good of
Myrtell
. Maybe if she did well, her father would begin to love her. Maybe he’d still try to find her a good marriage, and perhaps they could even devise a way to disguise her lack of virginity—she’d heard of such tricks succeeding.

All she knew was that she had to be brave—she had to use her body to make
Enrick
want her badly enough to delay his march into battle.

Shedding her seduction costume, she lay down in bed, reaching to take up the clay cock Gilda had left her. With the
Maran
tiles no longer of importance, this was the game she should practice now—she should try inserting it into her pussy and fucking herself as Gilda had shown her.

Yet before she even placed it between her thighs, worry and exhaustion coupled to immerse her in a deep sleep.

Chapter Two

As
Enrick
bent toward the stream and lifted a handful of water to his mouth, a flash of blue borne not of nature caught his eye. He lifted his gaze to the most comely creature he’d ever seen. She reclined on the opposite bank, her head propped on one elbow, her raven locks falling wild and tantalizing about her shoulders. Her luscious breasts pointed full and erect through the alluring scrap of fabric that covered them—her nipples dark and large and begging at first sight to have his tongue laving them. As their eyes met, she lifted her leg, bending it at the knee to reveal a smooth, bare pussy of nobility. Reaching down, she stroked her middle finger teasingly through the slit.