"Let them have the power, and the responsibility, my dear," Vernus said with a chuckle. "I enjoy being taken care of, and having no worries except whether I can obtain oil of gardenia for the queen's bath supplies." He took Zeras by the arm. "Let us go and have a goblet of wine, my dear. Everything always looks so much better after a small draught of the grape."

"Two men at once," Zeras despaired. "I have never known her to be so insatiable. You will not believe what she said to me today."

"Well, do come along and tell me," Vernus replied; but as they hurried off, he glanced at the closed doors of the queen's bedchamber. Poor little Adon. He did hope they would treat him kindly.What on earth did a woman do with two men?

The doors closed behind him, and Adon stood a moment, his eyes growing used to the dimness of the queen's bedchamber. The only light was that of flickering candles set about in gold and silver holders upon the marble floor and on the inlaid tables. The room was filled with the fragrance of wildflowers. The queen was sprawled naked upon the great bed, and the slave with the great penis lounged assuredly by her side. Adon stood frozen. They were the most beautiful couple he had ever seen. He felt a tingling in his manhood.

"Come and join us," the queen called silkily to him. "Do not be afraid, my pretty Adon. I shall not bite you… well, at least not yet." Then she laughed softly, her slender hand beckoning him forward.

Encouraged, he walked across the chamber until he reached them.

"Onto the bed, my pretty Adon," Kalida commanded gently. "I want to see more closely what you have for me." She caressed him as if she were patting a favored pet. "Ohhh, how strong you seem." Her elegant fingers sleeked over his muscled arm. "What do you do?"

"I work in your gardens, my queen," Adon said.

"Do you like my gardens, pretty Adon?" she purred.

"Yes, my queen! I was a farmer's son before I came to Kava," he replied. "The caliph's tax collectors took me in exchange for the additional taxes they said my father owed them."

"And how old are you, little pet?" Kalida asked him.

"I am seventeen, my queen."

"You had no wife?" Kalida's hand brushed Aden 's thigh.

"A betrothed. We were to be married in the full moon after her first show of blood, but I am no virgin, my queen. I know what a man must do to please a woman."

"I am twenty-three," the queen told him, "and I have been pleasing myself with men since I was thirteen. Have you had a woman since you came to Kava?"

He blushed. "No, my queen. There are no women in your gardens, I fear. That is where I have been in the year since I arrived."

"Do you know how the women of Kava make love, little Adon?" The queen's green eyes narrowed as she spoke, assessing her new lover.

"I have heard rumors, my queen," he said, blushing further.

"You will do nothing without my permission,or Dagon's," Kalida told him, the fingers of one hand now marching down his chest, across his taut belly toward his groin. "Dagon knows what pleasures me, and so I have given him permission to act for me when he divines I wish it. Do you understand, my pretty little Adon?" She took his penis in her hand and squeezed it lightly.

"Y-yes, my queen," he half gasped.

"Excellent," Kalida said, releasing her hold on him. Turning onto her back, she put her hands behind her head. "You may both now begin caressing me," she told them sweetly. She watched through slanted eyelids as their hands began to move over her body. Dagon's touch was sensuous and sure. Adon's was shy and hesitant. She could understand that he was not certain of himself. She took one of his hands and placed it upon her small, round breast, smiling into his startled face even as she did so. "Do not be afraid, pretty Adon," she purred.

He grew bolder with her encouragement, slapping her breast lightly, pinching the nipple gently. Then, seemingly unable to help himself, he bent, and began to kiss the plump little breast.

"Lick her," he heard Dagon say to him.

"Ohhh, yes!" Kalida agreed as the two men began to stroke her with long, warm, wet sweeps of their tongues. They licked her lithe body from her neck all the way down to her toes. Then Dagon turned her over, and they began to tongue upward over her legs, her thighs, her buttocks, the length of her back, pushing aside her long hair to finish with the nape of her neck. She was again rolled over. Dagon, pillows propped behind his back, took Kalida between his open legs, his big hands wrapping themselves about her breasts. Kalida's legs fell open, revealing her bounteous treasures to the wide-eyed Adon.

"Go on," Dagon encouraged him. "You know what to do now, don't you? Her pretty cunt is as sweet as honey. Taste it!"

"Oooooo!" Kalida squirmed in Dagon's embrace as Aden 's pointed tongue began to explore her most intimate places, hesitantly at first, then with bolder stabs, and caresses that set her aflame. It was absolutely delicious, she thought. While she wanted Dagon for her mate, she would certainly keep her facile-tongued little gardener about. His tongue plunged into her sheath, and she squealed again with delight. Having Dagon pinching her nipples and fondling her breasts while little Adon tongued her pleasure point was wonderful. Her hips wiggled furiously. Finally, when she could take no more of his incredibly sweet torture, she managed to gasp, "On your back, Adon! I want to mount you!"

Adon obeyed her, whimpering with his own delight as she swung over him, and encased his thick penis within her body. She rode him hard, but even as Dagon had predicted to Vernus, she could not gain the pleasure pinnacle. Finally, Adon could no longer sustain himself, and his juices burst forth as she dismounted him, the creamy substance spilling upon his taut belly. Ignoring him, Kalida was already upon Dagon, and, moments later, she cried out as body and mind touched the heavens.

"He is useless as all the others before you were," she murmured to Dagon as she lay sated within his arms. "Let us send him away."

"Not yet, my beautiful queen," Dagon advised. "Will you allow me to guide us through the rest of the evening's entertainment?"

"Agreed," Kalida said. "But first we must bathe." She arose from the bed. "Come," she beckoned to her two lovers, and they followed her to her private bath.

Immediately the two men quickly rinsed themselves free of sweat and love juices. Then they took up soap-filled sponges and began to wash Kalida. Next they rinsed her, and toweled her dry. Returning to Kalida's bedchamber, Dagon took up the little leather whip, and handed it to the queen.

"Adon's lack of control must be punished, my queen," he told her softly. "He allowed his love juices to flow without permission."

A slow smile lit Kalida's beautiful features. "You are right, of course, Dagon. Adon needs correction for his lack of self-control." She turned her green eyes onto the younger man. "Palms on the bed, Adon, and buttocks up!" she commanded. When he had obeyed, a fearful look in his brown eyes, Kalida brushed the whip lightly across Aden 's back, its knotted leather fingers tickling his skin. "A slave never releases his love juices before his mistress gives him leave to do so. Are you not ashamed of yourself, Adon?"

"Yes, my queen." Adon's voice was low, a trifle frightened.

"And do you not deserve to be chastised for your naughtiness, Adon?" Kalida murmured, her tone sad.

"Yes, my queen," her victim replied nervously.

"So be it, Adon," Kalida said. "Be warned, however, for each time you cry out, I shall add another stroke." Then she brought her whip down hard across his buttocks. He winced visibly, but was silent. Kalida smiled, and began a rhythmic flogging of her young lover's bottom. Soon it was pink with her efforts, and Adon's penis was thrusting forth between his thighs. "Is it enough of a lesson?" she asked Dagon.

"I believe so, my queen," he answered. "Upon your hands and knees now, my beauty. It is time for Adon to put that fine weapon of his to good use. Come, Adon, and put yourself within the queen's mouth; but this time you will not release your juices until I give you the signal to do so. Is that understood?"

Adon nodded, his calloused hand reaching out to tilt Kalida's head up as with his other hand he pushed his thickened penis into her open mouth. He trembled as her tongue and lips began to work him.

Dagon hid a smile. Poor little Adon with his burning bottom was going to have a difficult time of it. Kalida had the most skillful tongue Dagon had ever known. Kneeling behind his beauteous lover, he whispered in her ear, "Which route shall I take, my queen? That of Suneva herself, or that of Sodom?" His hand caressed her twin moons, and, drawing them open, he pressed the tip of his penis to the rosy aperture. But seeing Kalida shake her head, he slid his great hard penis down, pushing forward to slide effortlessly into the throbbing wetness of her hot, humid sheath.

Kalida arched her back for him as his hand tightened about her hips. Her head was swimming with the sensuousness of it all: the thick cock in her greedy mouth, which she was now most vigorously sucking upon, Dagon's most magnificent length plunging in and out of her with an almost primitive cadence. Why was it, she wondered muzzily, that of all the men she had known, he was the only one to truly please her? Was it because Suneva had meant him for her mate? Was it like this with all women and their chosen mates?

Her crisis was approaching, and, sensing it, Dagon called out, "Now, Adon!" even as his own juices thundered from his strong body and into her exquisite one. He heard the young man almost howling with his own pleasure as Kalida skillfully milked his tender balls, fiercely drawing forth his juices and greedily swallowing them. Then they collapsed together into a heap upon the cool marble floor.