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clarify.
    “Yes, vixen.” He didn’t  bother looking at her.
    “But what about the Maran tiles?” she asked as he pulled her up a wide stone staircase. “Is it not time for me to play  the Maran tiles?” Perhaps that explained the  crowd’s dismay.
    He drew to a rough halt on the  steps, turning to glare down at her. “You seem  awfully eager about that. Most royal girls fear it, from what I’m told. Perhaps, like  everything else, you know more about it than  you should.”
    She cowered, feeling tiny beneath his accusing gaze. “No.”

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    A humorless laugh echoed through the fort  around her. “Well, no Rituals of Passion for you, wanton.”
    She swallowed as they proceeded up the stairs. “Rituals…of Passion?”
    Only once  they reached the top did he pause long enough to turn his dark, narrowed eyes on her again. “I’m sure you’ve  heard of the pleasures to be had after the Maran game.”
    She could barely breathe. “Only…that, yes, there   are   pleasures.”
    “And you’d like that, wouldn’t you, naughty Teesia?” His expression hovered somewhere between aroused and threatening— then tipped entirely  toward the latter.  “Well, too bad, I’m afraid. For I have a whole different sort of training in mind for you.”

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    Teesia held her breath as Ralen led her into a  large room filled with…Ares, so many exotic, erotic things that she could barely absorb it all!
    First, a large, ornate bed—unlike any she’d  ever seen. Large posts rose from its four corners, the wood carved so that it appeared to twist ‘round and  ‘round. Some six feet up, each post curved inward, the four winding cylinders of wood meeting in the center and then wrapping around one another until finally coming to a sharp point at the top. Above the bed—dear Ares—she saw a large viewing glass pieced together and mounted on the ceiling!
    Another spot in the room contained a small  table, two chairs on either side. Nothing too heinous about that, but then came the next, larger table—or she guessed it was a table anyway. But it was covered, padded with soft, brushed leather. Expensive metal chains extended from the table’s four  corners—she had no idea why, only the faint sensation that it looked  forbidding.
    Beyond that  lay a wall mounted with countless pegs and shelves and cabinetry, on which were displayed leather riding crops  of  various sizes and styles, and—oh my!—an assortment of the clay  cocks Bella had introduced her to, and other items she didn’t even recognize. The sight of  the play cocks tightened  her chest and, Ares help her, her cunt. The entire chamber, hung and covered with rich silks and leathers, seemed made for a sort of fucking she could not quite comprehend—yet somehow she already felt it seeping into her. She knew instinctively that whatever happened in this room would change her, become a part of her forever. Her next shiver was not one of arousal, but of cold, stark fear. Fear of her new husband.
    It was then  that he drew her firmly to him, his large  hand closing over her bottomas he pressed a long, hard kiss across her lips. Her practice with Bella seemed useless in this instance as there was nothing to do  but succumb to Ralen’s demanding mouth.  Despite herself, his kiss and the very power behind it poured down through her like a rush of warm wine, and when his other hand  closed over her breast, it was pleasure that shot to  her cunt and made her gasp beneath him. He ended the passionate meeting

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    of mouths with a soft, sensual bite on  her lower lip that seared her—and seemed to  promise more to come.
    She  felt  dizzy  by  the  time  he  stepped  back  to  loosen  the  sash  at  her  waist,  slowly untwining it until the flowing red silk  spilled straight down her body, no longer highlighting her curves. She felt almost chaste for a moment—until he