Free Ask For It by Gail Faulkner Page A

and mothers were tenderly cared for. Women not of blood relation were petted, licked and pleasured by all adult males.
     
    Finding one’s brother with his head between one’s wife’s legs was not uncommon or unwelcome. It was stimulating to see her twisting in pleasure, hunching into his face. It meant she would be ready for her husband’s cock. Often so needy of cock she took it as the brother continued fondling her breasts or ass. It was common for her to enjoy oral penetration from the brother while her husband pleasured her cunt or ass.
     
    That did not mean a Leonor husband did not feel the need to demonstrate his ownership of her. Taking her on his cock as the one who’d pleasured her watched often fulfilled that drive. If the pleasuring had been public, so would her fucking, proving her ultimate completion was in his hands alone.
     
    Privacy was not an issue. Caressing a wife to completion on his lap at the dinner table or while chatting with guests was honorable, proof of his care of her. Other males lusting her beauty in all aspects was a compliment both to the family and her. A Leonor wife seldom wore much clothing in her home. Her body was a pleasure she was proud of as was her family.
     
    Of course not every relationship was a carbon copy of the others. There were different levels of sexuality enjoyed in each. A Leonor female’s need of dominance, to feel secure and happy, varied as did the warrior’s needs. What seldom varied was a wife’s pride in her husband’s need to fuck her. His lust, his pleasure in her body driving him to take her often and with no regard to location was a vanity Leonor women enjoyed.
     
    The accusation of rape was the most serious charge that could be brought. Conviction meant death. There had not been such an execution in close to a thousand years. Rape was complete loss of control and contemptible in every way. The fine difference between forcing a female and dominating her was easily discerned. The scent of fear and pain as opposed to pleasure and excitement spiced with humiliation was clear to anyone. Slavery was considered rape by Leonor warriors, it smelled exactly the same, and those traders were killed without compunction.
     
    Sahara’s attitudes about sexuality kept surprising him. Tor was growing impatient with himself over this. He was widely traveled, well educated and high king. All of that made him completely aware of other societies and their value systems.
     
    The entire Leonor culture was committed to respecting other species’ way of life as Guardians of the United Planets Alliance. They were well suited to being the military arm of the Alliance. It provided combat warriors needed to hone skills with the benefit of not threatening their homeworld. Somewhere there was always need of them.
     
    Tor was the first to find his family’s future off-world. He should be a model of Leonor’s ability to accept and respect cultural difference. The scent of shame wafting around Sahara was unacceptable. It condemned her family and was potentially dangerous. It would tell others of her unhappiness and might cause a serious incident. Abusing a female would get a warrior killed, regardless of rank.
     
    “Sahara, you need to bend a little with us,” Tor stated gently. “Understand our culture as we struggle to understand yours. I will be the first one to admit I’ve been arrogantly ignorant of your culture. Don’t label all of Leonor with the harsh judgments of other societies. There is no Leonor native who will ever see you so cruelly. It does not enter our thinking that attraction to a female makes her a whore.”
     
    Sahara relaxed, her defensiveness draining away. “I know, I know. I thought I’d finally accepted Leonor sexuality. I just can’t stop being afraid. For so long, discovery was a life-or-death issue, and triggering Mist Lioness sexuality a fatal mistake.”
     
    Tor consciously did not reach for her. She had to surrender her fear on her own.