Then she felt her limbs being quickly untied, and the blindfold was taken away. Kalida blinked several times as her eyes grew used to the light once again. Seeing her mate, she smiled tremulously at him, and then her eyes swung to Adon, widening with surprise and delight.

"You are so bad," Dagon said sadly. "We pleasure you, and you do not even thank us, Kalida. You must be taught to be mannerly." Reaching out, his fingers closed about her slender wrist, and he dragged her across the room to the bed upon the dais. Sitting, he pulled her over his knee, and his hand descended hard upon her pristine white bottom. "You are a very wicked girl, Kalida, aren't you?" The hand came down a second, and yet a third time. "Answer me, wench!" He smacked her again, and again, and yet again. "Have you nothing to say to me?" His hand came down upon her buttocks a seventh and eighth time as she began to squeal, and he noted that the previously snow-white bottom was beginning to grow pink with his attentions. "Tell me just how wicked you are, Kalida!"

"Very wicked!" she confessed, wiggling provocatively as she lay across his knees. "I need to be spanked!I want to be spanked!"

He obliged her until her tempting haunches were red and hot, and his hand had actually grown sore. He was quite surprised by her capacity for this kind of treatment. The hand that had spanked her was firmly in the arch of her back now; he slid his other hand beneath her mount, and was not in the least surprised to find her wet with her juices.

"You are shameless," he said, half laughing. "Adon, bring me the balls. Our fair queen needs to be punished for so enjoying her spanking." He turned Kalida over, and, cradling her in his arms, kissed her soundly. "You really are quite naughty," he told her, but his eyes were dancing with amusement.

"What are you going to do?" she asked him.

"Why, teach you to be even naughtier, my love," he told her.

Adon brought Dagon a small red silk box embroidered with dragons. The prince took the box, and, opening it as he balanced Kalida in his lap, he showed her the contents. Inside, set in silken niches, were three little balls, each slightly larger than the other. One was gold, one was silver, and one was carved of ivory. Inside the gold ball, which was the largest, were several metal tongues. Dagon inserted it deeply into Kalida's sheath first. Next came the silver ball, which held a drop of mercury, and lastly the ivory ball, which was hollow and empty. "I think you will be well punished by these," Dagon said mischievously, and then he tipped her from his lap. "Walk about the chamber, my beautiful queen, and when you have completed three full circuits, you will dance another three. Then you will bring Adon and me a goblet of wine. Such sweet torture is thirsty work."

Fascinated, Kalida began to walk about the room. She had taken only a few steps when she felt a curious sensation in her pelvis. By the time she had circled the chamber once, she realized she had never before known such pleasure-pain. He was watching her, and, gritting her teeth, she completed the next two circuits. Then she began to dance about the room. By the time she had finished, and brought them both a goblet of wine, she was half mad with the sensation blazing throughout her entire nether regions. "In the name of Suneva, take them out," she said through gritted teeth. She stood very still, desperately avoiding movement of any kind, for when she moved, and the wicked balls smacked against one another, it was torture. Delicious torture, but all she really wanted was Dagon's big cock piercing her.

Dagon put down his wine cup, and, pulling her into his lap, extracted the three balls from her sheath. Then he ordered her on her back, and she lay with excited anticipation upon the mattress. But he again surprised her. She could see that sweet Adon had seated himself at her head.

"Raise your legs," her mate ordered her, and she obeyed.

Adon then leaned forward slightly, taking Kalida by the ankles, and pulling her legs back so that her sex was now exposed completely to Dagon's view. He reached into the basket, and drew forth first a vial of lavender oil, followed by a thin silver dildo, which he dipped into the oil. Then, placing the vial upon the floor, he slowly, and most carefully, dipped his fingers into the oil, and lavishly anointed her fundament with it. Taking up the silver dildo, he pushed it into her aperture, working it slowly at first, and then more rapidly, his slick fingers grasping the dildo's handle. It was cool, and very hard.

Kalida moaned with her rising lust. He was clever, her mate. His own love lance was really too big to be comfortable, but this thin little dildo was perfect, and it was arousing her greatly. Then he sensed that she was close to breaking, and he ceased his actions. She protested fiercely, but he only laughed.

He took her legs, one at a time, and lowered them slightly, nodding to young Adon, who half rising, popped his penis into the queen's open mouth while Dagon slid between her legs and plunged into her burning sheath. Kalida's legs wrapped about his waist, and she closed her eyes with her pleasure as he pistoned her while she sucked vigorously upon Adon's thickening member. The sensation of being ravished in all three of her orifices was incredible. She had never known anything like it. When their passions burst simultaneously, she couldn't believe it. She seemed to fly before crashing into the blackness, so totally satisfied she almost wept with her delight.

The trio lay half conscious upon the bed for some time. Finally, Dagon pulled himself to his feet, saying to Adon, "The night is young. Let us bathe, and then continue our orgy of pleasure."

Adon struggled to his feet, and together they drew Kalida up with them. Her eyes were still glazed with her passion as they led her to the bath. Torches in silver holders lit the room, whose walls were painted with scenes of men and women engaged in erotic pursuits, the women having the dominant roles; riding their lovers, whipping them, entertaining them in groups.

She stood silent as they took up the soap-filled sponges, and gently bathed her. The scent of gardenias filled her nostrils, and she vaguely wondered where she was, for Vernus had not told her when he blindfolded her and brought her to this place. It was strangely familiar, and yet she could not quite place it. "Where are we?" She had finally managed to find her voice again.

"This is your house," Dagon told her. "The place you will live after your abdication, my love. I thought such an evening as ours would be better spent in a secret place, away from prying eyes." He slipped the sponge between her legs, and gently washed her sex.

She nodded.

"We have not frightened you, Kalida?" His voice was concerned.

"No," she said, "but I never imagined…" Her voice trailed off, but there was a small smile on her lips.

"Shall we continue, or shall I send Adon to his own bed, my beautiful queen?" he asked her. "This is for your pleasure, Kalida, but if it pleases you not, then it comes to an end now."

"Until you, Dagon," she said softly, "I did not know love, or even true passion. Since I was fourteen I have mounted any man who took my fancy, but my purpose was to dominate. I gained no joy, as you well know. You have shown me that passion and love must be found together. And you have exposed me to the forbidden, which I seem to find most delicious." Her emerald eyes laughed at him. "And how kind of you to include our sweet Adon. I am glad you are not jealous of him, for while he does not offer to me what you do, I still enjoy him." She drew the blond slave to her, and kissed him tenderly.

The boy blushed, and said boldly, "I am proud to be your slave, my queen. I will always serve you in any manner you desire."

"Come," Dagon said. "The queen is bathed as are we now, and Vernus has brought us a special jar of cream to massage into our skins. And I have a thirst for some wine."

They returned to the bedchamber, and Adon poured them all a draught of wine which Dagon knew had been doctored with special herbs that would stimulate their lusts further. They drank, and then using Vernus's special cream, began to rub each other's bodies, pressing against one another as their desires began to rise once more. The two men had Kalida between them. They fondled her breasts and her buttocks. Finally, the trio fell upon the bed, each of the males on either side of the queen.

Dagon faced his mate. His mouth fused against her in a deep kiss, his hands going about her to caress her rounded and taut buttocks; while Adon, behind her, reached around to play with her swollen and aching breasts, pinching her nipples to arouse her further. The only sound in the chamber was the harsh panting of the combatants.

"Put your legs about me, my love," Dagon instructed his mate, "and remain on your side."

Kalida slid one leg over him, and another beneath his body so that she might embrace him with her limbs if she desired, but that was not, she quickly discovered, her mate's intent. Instead, Dagon quickly thrust his great penis into her eager sheath, impaling her fiercely. She sighed with pleasure, and then gave a little shriek as behind her Adon pulled the twin moons of her bottom apart, and slowly, slowly insinuated his own hard lance into her temple of Sodom. Kalida gasped for air. The sensation was overwhelming. The dildo had hardly prepared her for Adon's thick and very lustful penis.

"There's a rhythm to it, my love," Dagon murmured in her ear. He pulled her forward so that she was pressed tightly against him, and the pressure in her rear lessened somewhat. Then her other lover drew her back, and she found her bottom pushing at his belly. Back and forth. Back and forth. Back and forth. "You see," he encouraged her.

Kalida's head was swimming with her hot desire. Arms about Dagon's neck, she pressed her breasts and belly against him; then propelled her rounded hips back against Adon. The young man was moaning with his boiling lusts, and he boldly bit the soft nape of her neck in his passion. Unable to help himself, and sobbing, Adon released his juices in hard spurts until he was totally and completely drained. Then he rolled away from the queen, curling himself into a ball, exhausted with his efforts.

Dagon turned Kalida onto her back, pushing her legs back so he might delve into her more deeply than he ever had. The sensual pleasure-pain of his driving penis loosed the tigress in her. She clawed wildly at him. She sunk her little white teeth into his muscled shoulder, drawing blood which she licked away with her tongue.

"Bitch!" he growled into her ear, nipping at the lobe.

"Don't stop! Don't stop!" she panted hungrily. "Ahhh, Suneva! It is finally enough!" she cried, her passions exploding but a moment ahead of his. She strained, her sheath becoming a greedy mouth that sucked him dry, contracting and expanding about his love lance to squeeze every possible drop of the tribute that he had to offer her. Then Kalida fainted, unable to bear any more of their combined lusts.

When Dagon had recovered his strength, he said to the blond Adon, "Go now, and remember your promise to Vernus to tell no one of this night. You will be well rewarded, not simply by the queen, but by me as well. You have done us a great service, Adon."

Adon rose from the bed, and re-dressed himself in the short tunic he had laid aside upon entering the room earlier. "I shall speak to no one of this," he said. His eyes strayed to the exhausted woman. "I would not hurt her, Dagon. I adore her. I know you are her chosen mate now, yet I cannot help but love her, too."

"I understand," Dagon told the younger man. "If she desires you, I cannot forbid it, although I do not promise I can contain my jealousy," he finished with a wry smile.

Adon nodded, and then departed.

When Kalida awoke several hours later, she found only Dagon by her side. Bending, she brushed her lips lightly against his, and his blue eyes opened. "Thank you," she said to him. "It was wonderful!"

"I hope you do not expect all of our nights to be so exciting," he said, smiling lovingly at her. "I think I have depleted my font of originality." He wrapped his arms about her. "How I love you, my beautiful Queen of Kava."

"A queen no more in two days' time," she told him.

"It will not matter, Kalida. I shall always love you even when you are old and wizened," he replied.

"In Kava, women do not become wizened," she replied.

He laughed. "I shall love you no matter," he promised.

"Let us remain here together until the time comes for the choosing," Kalida said. "Vernus can bring us food, and we have each other. It is enough for me, my handsome prince. Can it be enough for you as well?"