Free Lord of Avalon by J.W. McKenna Page A

themselves.
    They set out in the morning, heading east toward the farming
hamlet of Gordax. Rydah had never visited his brother’s home before. The
scandal of giving up his Damon status to marry a commoner cast a pall over the
Fyrad family. To visit him might offer support for his actions.
    Fortunately, such scan dals tended to evaporate with
time. After eleven rynes , few would remember Farda had once been a
Nobleman. Rydah could have visited him anytime in the last several rynes ,
but never had. Idly, he wondered if he was still ashamed.
    The journey east was pleasant. The horse appeared to be a
plodder, but Rydah was not really in a hurry, despite his brother’s urgent plea
for help. He thought he might be going to his doom—why had he listened to his
slave?
    She sat next to him in silence, chained to the carriage
rail. He did not feel the need to secure her, but for appearance’s sake, it was
best.
    They saw only the occasional carriage—most travelers were on
foot. Few of the high lord’s horsemen seemed to be out, which was strange.
Usually, they rode up and down the roads, patrolling, or collecting taxes.
    At the slow pace of their carriage, it took several huras to reach the outskirts of Gordax. They passed farm fields, rich with the bounty
of the earth. Grains and maize destined for the cities. Farm slaves could be
seen here and there, toiling under the hot sun, their backs bent over their
labors.
    Jenya watched, fascinated. She had never seen the world
beyond her slave compound until she had been sold. Now, in just a few short
suns, she had experienced the city of Blethryn and the world beyond. For some
reason, being here under the protection of her master gave her a sense of
security, of belonging.
    She wished, for a fleeting moment, that he’d stop in the
shade of a tree and take her, hard, ignoring the polite smiles of passing
travelers. Her pussy called for his cock. Could he tell?
    Rydah wasn’t stupid. He could hear her shallow breathing,
smell her heat. She wanted to breed again! And so soon! He was enormously
pleased.
    An idea occurred to him, something he remembered from
Jenya’s training. He looked around to make certain they were alone. While he
wasn’t embarrassed to breed with his slave, he had something else in mind.
    “Jenya,” he said, a catch in his voice. “Tell me about your
training.”
    “My training, m’lord?” She didn’t follow him.
    “Yes. In ways of breeding. Or of pleasing your master.”
Rydah felt a little foolish.
    “Oh!” she gasped in sudden realization. Lady Margeld’s words
came back to her now. Sometimes, a master will want to use your mouth or
your rear passage. “Yes, of course, m’lord. What can I do to please you?”
    Rydah squirmed in his seat, his cock pressing hard against
his breeches. “Free my cock,” he ordered.
    Nodding, she bent to her task. Soon, his pole stood up
proudly, swelling in the humid air.
    Without another word, Jenya opened her mouth wide and
surrounded the little head. She could still taste a bit of herself from earlier
that sun. She let her tongue wet him and was pleased when he groaned in
response.
    She remembered Margeld’s lessons. While the virgins were not
allowed to practice on men, they did learn basic techniques using wooden cocks
that had been expertly carved by Craftsmen. Jenya used her tongue to pleasure
her master, then swallowed him as best she could into her throat.
    Moving up and down on his turgid shaft, Jenya was pleased to
discover how much more pliant his cock was than the wooden models they had
used. If only they could have practiced on men, they would have enjoyed their
training so much more!
    Rydah let the reins slip from his hands and the horse
plodded on, oblivious. He leaned back against the seat, feeling the eyes roll
up in his head. “Oh, Rand, that’s nice,” he murmured.
    Jenya kept up the pressure on his cock, not knowing if she
really was performing her duties correctly. The wooden cocks, of