She pouted up at him, and he chuckled. “I want to know your manhood,” she said to him. “Why do you deny me?”

“Hush, my golden girl,” he replied. Then without another word he pushed a long finger into her passage.

“Oh! Oh!” Zagiri’s green eyes widened with surprise. The finger began to move back and forth, and her juices flowed again.

He withdrew the finger, sucked upon it for several moments, then drove two fingers into her passage, moving them back and forth while she strained against his hand. He played with her like this for several minutes, but then he abruptly ceased, saying to her, “I want you to take my manhood in your hand, Zagiri, and caress it.”

Her nether regions were throbbing with their need. “Why are you being so cruel to me?” she asked him.

“Obedience, Zagiri. Take my cock, and caress it,” Jonah told the girl sternly.

“No!” she said defiantly.

Without a word Jonah sat up, yanking Zagiri over his lap. Then he began to spank her while she shrieked and swore at him. Her bottom was small, round and plump. As he brought a fine pink sheen to the fair skin he was surprised to find himself becoming very excited by her struggles and cries. He was sophisticated enough to know that a certain amount of pain could sometimes be considered pleasurable, but he had never really considered it something he would enjoy. But he certainly was enjoying punishing Zagiri’s disobedience. His manhood was now hard, aching and ready to be satisfied.

He shoved the girl from his lap and onto her back. Her pretty face was tearstained. “Spread yourself, Zagiri!” His knee pushed between her closed legs.

“I…I hate you!” she sobbed. “No one has ever dared to spank me. I am a princess of Terah! I hate you!”

He levered her legs apart. She struck out at him with her small fists. He caught her wrists, and yanked her arms above her head, imprisoning her with a single hand. His other hand pinched her nipples, causing her to squeal and buck. She was the most exciting creature he had ever known. “You are my beautiful golden girl,” Jonah said as he now positioned his manhood at the mouth of her channel, “and your juicy virginal little cunt is ready to be plundered by your master.” He pushed into her slowly.

Zagiri’s eyes widened. She felt as if she were being split asunder. “You are too big!” she gasped.

“I have but inserted the tip,” he told her. Then he pushed into her farther.

“Oh! Oh!” Zagiri exclaimed. She had not imagined anything like this, she thought, but then she could not remember at all what she had thought having a manhood pierce her would be like. She had envisaged a heavenly floating sensation when two bodies were joined so intimately. This was nothing like that. And when he pushed into her again she gasped at the feeling of fullness, wincing as he reached the barrier of her maidenhead. “You are too big!” she repeated.

“Your body will adjust to accommodate me in a moment or two,” he promised her. “Tell me when you are ready to give me your virginity, Zagiri.” He pressed his mound down against her.

The fur upon it was dark and rough, but as he pushed himself onto her soft, smooth mound a bolt of desire shot through her, and Zagiri’s eyes widened again, and she gave a little gasp as she felt the manhood within her throbbing lustfully. Her breasts felt tight, and her nether regions ached with need. “Yes!” she hissed at him. “Yes, my lord Jonah! I need you! I need you!”

With a cold smile of triumph Jonah thrust hard into the girl beneath him, and she screamed as he shattered her virginity and buried himself deep. After a moment he began to move back and forth within her. And then he growled in her ear that she was to raise her legs. When Zagiri did, he pushed them back over her shoulders, bracing himself on the backs of her thighs as he thrust deeper and harder.

The pain had been ferocious, but then it faded to a burning sensation that slowly disappeared as he skillfully fucked her. Being one with this powerful man was the most wonderful thing that had ever happened to her, Zagiri thought, as she began to revel in each push of his loins against her as he plunged deeper and deeper. Unable to help herself, she screamed softly, meeting his downward drive by thrusting her hips up to meet his. “Yes! Yes! Yes!” she moaned in his ear. “Don’t stop! Don’t!”

“What a greedy little bitch you are, my golden girl!” Jonah groaned. “Now I must take my pleasure of you!” And he released his boiling juices.

Watching him from behind a hidden panel, Lady Farah shook her head in despair. Her son hadn’t given the girl pleasure. He had only taken it. He was a fool. The girl had been nicely primed, and he left her hanging. “Go in and make this thing right,” she said to the tall naked man standing with her.

“Yes, mistress,” the male sex slave said, and, touching a button in the wall, the panel sprang open so he might step through.

Jonah lay upon his back breathing heavily with his satisfaction while the girl still lay spread spread, looking dazed. Virgin blood stained her milky thighs. The Lord High Ruler looked startled at the sex slave’s entry.

“Your mother says I must complete what you began, my lord, lest the girl be unhappy,” the slave explained as he climbed onto the bed. “With your permission, of course, my lord?”

Jonah nodded. “I lost control,” he said. “She is too delicious.”

The slave nodded. “It happens, my lord.” He straddled Zagiri, and rubbed his manhood against her soft lips. “Open up, little one, and suck me sweetly,” he said.

Startled, Zagiri turned to look at Jonah. “Go ahead, my golden girl,” he said. “I did not give you the pleasure you deserve. The slave will. I shall not fail you again.”

Half-conscious and still dazed, Zagiri obeyed, taking the slave’s pale cock into her mouth. It was soft, having the faint taste of musk. Remembering the red-haired woman she had seen earlier Zagiri began to suck the slave.

“Use your tongue, little one,” the male slave said. “That’s it! Very good! You have an aptitude for this. Suck harder. You cannot harm me.”

Zagiri sucked him harder, and soon she felt the slave’s manhood swelling until she was unable to contain him within her mouth any longer. She gasped, choking.

“Release me!” the slave barked at her. Then he caressed her face with a gentle hand. “When the cock becomes too difficult to contain it is ready to give pleasures,” he explained to her. Then he moved to kneel between her thighs, and drove carefully into her as he expected she would still be slightly sore from her first experience. The slave was well trained, and was frequently used by his mistress to train new Pleasure Women after their First Night rights had been taken.

“Ooh!” Zagiri exclaimed as she realized she was being taken a second time, and by this slave, not Jonah. She turned her head to look at him and he nodded encouragingly to her. “My lord!” she cried.

“Let him show you pleasures, my golden girl,” Jonah told her. “I want to hear you cry out with delight when he brings you to the peak, Zagiri.”

The sex slave bent, and kissed her lips tenderly. “Don’t be afraid, little one,” he whispered into her ear. “Let yourself go, and I will teach you the wonders of passion.”

She was still shocked to realize what was happening to her, but the slave’s skill was such that Zagiri found it difficult to think of anything except the fact she was starting to enjoy this activity. She closed her eyes, and let herself concentrate on the fact the slave’s cock was not as thick, but was certainly longer than Jonah’s. And it was making her feel wonderful. She moaned, and the sound was sensual, inviting.

Jonah’s manhood twitched hearing it. He watched Zagiri, obviously beginning to experience real pleasure for the first time. He moved around, leaning above her head, saying, “Open your mouth, Zagiri. You must suck me as you are being pleasured.”

Zagiri whimpered, but she opened her mouth and, taking him, began to draw on his burgeoning flesh.

“You may come in her, but do not bring her to culmination,” the Lord High Ruler commanded the sex slave. “I wish her to taste her first pleasures on my cock.”

“Yes, my lord,” the sex slave answered. “Tell me when you are ready.”

“Ease yourself now,” Jonah said.

The sex slave drove faster and faster into Zagiri, relieving his own lusts while holding the girl off from her peak. She whimpered and protested, but he whispered into her ear again. “Let your master show you paradise, little one.” Then he came, and after a moment or two withdrew from her.

Jonah quickly mounted Zagiri a second time, and, feeling the entry of his wonderful, thick cock into her body, she opened her eyes, and wrapped her arms about him. He kissed her, his tongue moving in her mouth, in perfect time with his cock, which drove back and forth in her now well-lubricated channel. This time he had a mastery of himself, and brought her to a screaming perfection before releasing his own juices into her again. When he came to himself again he saw that the slave had gone. He arose from the bed, and, after bathing his male parts, began to dress himself again.

“What are you doing?” Zagiri said softly.

“I must leave you now, and return to the palace, my golden girl,” Jonah told her. “The word of Vilia’s death will be spread throughout Hetar by dawn. My part is that of the bereaved husband, and I do mourn her. She was a good wife and mother.”

“Lady Farah says she seduced you in your slave days,” Zagiri told him.

Jonah laughed. “She did, but I had been intending to seduce her. I just hadn’t figured out how to do it in safety so her husband would not catch us.”

“When will I see you again?” Zagiri asked him.

“On our wedding day,” he told her. “Until then you will live in my mother’s house away from prying eyes. You will obey Lady Farah’s every dictate, Princess. And you will study hard so that on our wedding night you may surprise me with your newly acquired skills. You are no longer a virgin, Zagiri, but neither are you really a woman. You must be a woman to be my wife, my golden girl.”