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don’t, not… not in there…”
    Morqan helped Alira get to her feet, so that she could hold onto the cross-ties and he could pull her hips back and open her bottom to ready her little ring for fucking. Hednar made her keep his cock in his mouth through the preparation, so that the little cry she made when Morqan breached her rump for the first time was muffled by his hardness. Then Morqan fucked Alira’s bottom gently, as she screamed with filly’s pleasure around Hednar’s cock, almost as big as the one in her rump.
    “Do you think filly Alira’s husband ever had her bottom?” Comnar asked Edera.
    “No! No… your… your imperial… oh, please don’t hurt…”
    But it was absolutely clear that though the fucking of Alira was not without its discomforts for the girl, her pleasure in it was very great: so great that when Gad put the sponge at the end of the sponge stick specially designed for this kind of filly-play to her cunt, at Master Morqan’s instruction, “To help teach her to let her pleasure out,” and Hednar—also at the skilled Morqan’s word—pulled out of her mouth, she cried of her own accord as she came, “Thank you, master!”
    “For what, filly Alira?” Master Morqan asked.
    “For… for making me a filly!”
    Master Morqan laughed. “You are welcome, filly Alira. Close your eyes and bow your head now, and I’ll fill your rump with something nice.”

Chapter Nine
     
     
    Ranin knew, when he saw the huge cock of the stable master go into the bottom of little Alira, that he could survive in the imperial stables of Maq without going mad. He knew it because if any sight could have driven him mad, it would have been that one—not because of Alira having her rump fucked by the massively endowed stable master, or because she evidently enjoyed it. No, the sight threatened to unhinge his reason because he knew with utter certainty that the emperor would demand that he do that to Princess Edera, and because he had no idea how he could avoid his own desire to fuck her that way, just as the stable master did now to the eldest of the Amidian fillies.
    Stories had gone round about Alira from the moment she and her husband had arrived from Auria. Her husband Sir Belian was a whoremonger, like so many of the knights, but unlike most of the knights’ ladies, Alira was not content to spend her evenings in gossip and games of chance with the rest of the women. Lennar was the third knight with whom she had been linked by the talk of the court, but they also said that she had grown tired of him, as she had wearied also of Sir Tragis and Sir Medovar—fine young knights, but apparently too tame for Alira’s appetites.
    And now Lady Alira of Amidia had shown exactly how extreme those appetites were, but where Ranin thought he should have been disgusted, he found his cock hard as iron, and his mind unable to move itself from the picture of what might happen if the emperor should command him to mount Edera as Morqan mounted Alira.
    He felt Edera’s hand squeezing his where it lay upon her head in her lovely fair hair. She must be frightened out of her wits. She breathed harder and harder in fear, Ranin felt certain, as the spectacle went on. She shifted nervously back and forth as she sat, curled up a little, at his feet. Tenderness for her rose up inside him even as he felt the desire to possess her entirely. Ranin wanted to make love to her, to hold her against him and tell her all would come right, in the end. He wanted to put her over his knee and spank her until her bottom matched the glow of the sun at evening, to punish her for her foolishness, and he wanted to hold her close, in his lap, while she cried afterward until the morning came.
    With a great shout like the blare of a mountain horn, Morqan came inside Alira’s tiny bottom while she screamed out her own climax, as Gad used the strange sponge stick, covered with warm suds, on her cunt. Then, encouraged as he had been to use her hard,