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.

After a short time, Kalida and Dagon came to themselves, and helped Adon onto the bed with them so he might recover fully. The queen drew the curly-haired blond slave into the comfort of her arms and crooned softly to him, caressing him lightly. For a time he lay motionless, but then he began to respond, lowering his head and fastening on to one of her nipples to suckle upon it. She caressed him gently, smiling as Dagon took her other nipple into his mouth.

"Ummmmm. That is so nice, my darlings," she praised them. Her nipples were tingling with pleasure, and her small breasts were swollen with this fresh arousal. Finally, she pushed her younger lover away, saying, "Fetch a basin of perfumed water, Adon. You will bathe my sex first, then Dagon's, and then your own." Then she lay back with a sigh as Dagon began to kiss her with deep, passionate kisses, his tongue playing with hers; licking her face, running teasingly along her soft lips. "I adore you," she managed to say when he freed her lips briefly. "I have not changed my mind."

"I am yours, my queen, now and forever," he told her. Then he began to kiss her again, their lips pressing, releasing, pressing again. He nibbled her mouth, kissing its corners.

Kalida murmured her contentment. Adon was now bathing her sex, which was tender and very sensitive. His touch, though delicate, was extremely sensuous. When he had finished, he daringly bent down and kissed her lover's mount. When he had bathed Dagon's sex, and finally his own, he removed the basin before rejoining them upon the bed.

Dagon now reached into the golden basket by the bed and drew out a vial of pale-lavender lotion. "Shall we massage your skin with this lotion, my queen?" he asked her.

Kalida looked at the purple stone vial in his big hand. "No," she said. "Rather, Adon and I shall massage you."

He lay obediently upon his stomach while the two pairs of hands rubbed the spicy lotion over his back, his shoulders, his buttocks, his long legs. At one point the queen's little hand pushed between his legs to massage his balls.

"How cold they have grown," she noted. "Now, Dagon, my handsome one, roll onto your back."

He obeyed the command, and they continued to rub the pale-lavender lotion into his skin. Dagon suddenly realized that his body had become extremely sensitive, and when she drew back his foreskin to rub the head of his penis, the sentient organ felt as if it were going to explode. "What is it?" he asked her through gritted teeth.

"Just a little something to enhance your performance, my love," she told him. "Adon, seat yourself behind Dagon and hold his feet when he raises them up as he will now do. That's it. Ohhh, what a lovely view," she teased her princely lover. Then, kneeling before him, she leaned forward and began to lick at his balls, which were so well displayed for her. They hung heavy and pendulous, and they were downy to the touch as she teased at him with her facile tongue. Then she gently took them into her mouth, rolling them about as he groaned with the pleasure-pain she was so deliberately inflicting upon him. His penis felt as if it was going to burst and shatter into a thousand pieces. It was thrusting skyward, its ruby head almost glowing, and quite dark red.

Kalida released her hold upon his balls, and slipped back, saying as she did, "You may release his feet, Adon. You may lower your legs, Dagon," and when he did, she mounted him, slowly absorbing his throbbing length into her eager body. "You will never forget that I am your queen, my prince, will you?" she murmured as she rode him. Then she leaned forward, and kissed Adon.

"Witch!" he said low, so only she might hear him, and raised his head just high enough so he might nip at her breasts.

Kalida broke away from Adon, and laughing replied,"Slave!"

"My beautiful queen," Dagon replied, and pulled her down into his embrace to kiss her until she was quite breathless.

"Give me your tribute," she whispered, and sighed as he filled her again with his love juices. Finally, when she had recovered from her passion, Kalida ordered Adon to bring them wine. Then the trio sat together upon the bed sipping the sweet vintage. "You have pleased me, little Adon," Kalida said in kindly, approving tones, "but now you must return to your quarters. I will not forget your charm, your obedience, or your skillful mouth. You will always be my slave. When I return to my own home within the city, which even now awaits me, you shall be in charge of my gardens. Will that please you?" She gently ruffled his blond curls.

"Oh, yes, my queen," the younger man replied.

"Kiss me," the queen said, and he sweetly brushed her lips with his own. "Now, go," Kalida commanded, and she watched, smiling as Adon left her bedchamber. Now she turned to Dagon. "You are my mate," she said. "Tomorrow I shall announce it to the city, and the search for the new queen will begin. We will sleep for a while, my prince. Then I expect you to mount me, and ride me with your full vigor."

"It shall be as my queen commands," Dagon answered her.

They slept together, limbs entwined, for several hours. Kalida was awakened by the sensation of soft kisses upon her face. She sighed, stretching herself languidly like some exotic cat. He took her face in his hands, drawing her up, and kissed her deeply, his tongue running along her lips in a teasing manner. His fingers dug into her head, combing the gossamer strands of her gilt hair. Kalida slid her arms about his strong neck, pressing her breasts against his broad chest.

"You are my mate, Dagon of Aramas, and for you I will give up a kingdom," she murmured softly against his mouth. Then, moving her head slightly, she bit his earlobe gently.

"You could have me as your slave and still keep your kingdom," he tempted her, curious to see what she would say in reply.

"I could indeed," Kalida agreed, "but I could not have your children, and I want your daughters, Dagon." Her fingers kneaded the back of his neck gently. "Our daughter might one day be Queen of Kava."

He was silent.Our daughter, she had said. But what of their sons?His sons, who would be taken from her house at eight, and sent from Kava at sixteen. And this was why he would not remain in Kava, Dagon thought silently to himself. He would be Kalida's mate, and go to the Palace of the Consorts to live. There was time enough to plan his escape in the next year or two. He would take Kalida if she would come with him,and their sons, but he would not remain in Kava; nor would he allow his sons to be taken from him.

"What are you thinking?" she asked him. "Your face is so serious, my love. What troubles you, Dagon?"

"You are such a good queen, Kalida," he began. "Do I have the right to take you from your people?"

"A woman is meant to mate and have children. That is how we perpetuate our species, Dagon," she replied. "I thought that I should never fall in love, and I was saddened by it; but the goddess meant for me to wait for you. Now you are here, Suneva be praised, and I am happy.Really happy! It is time for Kava to have a new queen. I am more than glad to relinquish my power and my authority so I may be loved by you and bear your daughters."

"But what will you do?" he asked her. "Will you not be bored just being in your home?"

Kalida laughed. "I shall belong to the Council of Queens," she told him. "We are the judiciary here in Kava, and there is always someone in the courts testing our laws. I also own a third share in my aunts' trading company. I am not an absentee owner, Dagon. I have always been involved in their commerce. We own several mines yielding gemstones, and a silk factory. The women of Kava are never idle. Idleness is a form of death, and abhorred by the goddess."

"You amaze me," he said, and he meant it. "I have never before known women to be so intelligent, and so industrious, Kalida. In Aramas women are owned by their fathers, their families, or their husbands. Their primary function is to give their husbands sons to carry on the family name. They live inside their homes most of their lives, rarely venturing out even to the market or shops, for their servants do that for them. The women of my class spend their lives beautifying themselves and making life pleasant for their men. Of course, among the poor it is a bit different. They must struggle so to survive. Tell me, how did Kava come into being, Kalida?"