The Master of Her Fate

The Master of Her Fate

Chapter 8: The Training

Anna had no idea how long it actually took for their Master to join them in the baths, but
it seemed a very long time indeed. She might be thoroughly sated at the moment, but Tharona
was not, and Anna was intensely curious as to how the Master would pleasure her.

"What do you think he'll do?" she asked the other women as they sat in the baths, washing
each other. Tharona was a bit worked up still, and her swollen nipples looked very alluring
on her large, firm breasts, slick with the water and the soap. Anna caught herself and
blushed furiously, looking away. Gods! In one day of acceptance she'd gone from a
helplessly aroused innocent to a shamelessly staring harlot. True, giving in had resulted
in several of the most amazing experiences of her life (all in less than one full day, no
less!) but in quiet moments she felt ashamed. Tharona and Nakree seemed oblivious to her
inner turmoil, or perhaps they simply didn't want to comment on it.

"He will do whatever he wants to do," said Tharona simply. "He is the Master, and we do as
he commands." She sighed as Nakree's hand brushed across her erect nipples, and then began
to move down the front of her body. "We should just be thankful he is so kind to us. Many
women in our position would be nothing. . . more than. . . plaything. . ." Her breathing
became uneven as she finished speaking, for Nakree had her hand between Tharona's legs,
teasing her with gentle strokes of her heated flesh. Anna bit her lip as she watched. What
Tharona said was right, but how could that be? He took all three of them whenever he wanted to, regardless of their wishes. Wasn't that making playthings of them? And yet, he had never touched her when she didn't want it on some level. Even when she was screaming for him to stop, to leave her alone, she still wanted him to take her somewhere deep down inside. Anna shook her head, barely paying attention to the way Nakree was nibbling Tharona's neck. How did he know what she wanted? He had to have some kind of magical powers. Maybe he really was an incubus, like she'd thought earlier. He looked like what she'd heard half-orcs looked like, but had she ever really seen one? No. Maybe that was actually what demons of lust looked like and the books just didn't know it. Maybe. . .

"Anna?" said Nakree, and she started, having become lost in thought. Anna looked up
sheepishly and the other two women laughed.

"A lot to think about?" said Tharona, her voice husky now that Nakree had been tormenting
her for a few minutes. "Want to talk about it?"

"I. . . not really," said Anna, blushing and looking down again. She didn't know if Tharona
and Nakree would understand. They both seemed so thrilled to belong to him, and they came
from a different culture with less strict ideas about interaction between men and women (or
women and women for that matter, apparently.) Had they ever had these doubts about their willingness to submit to him? She didn't think so. Tharona nodded and didn't push, but just pulled Anna against her side and gently stroked her hair.

"All right," she said. "Just remember that we are here if you ever do." Anna sighed and
snuggled close, smiling. If she had to be one wife of several, at least the other two were
loving and kind. It helped a lot, this perfect acceptance they had.(Even if it sometimes
seemed to be applied too freely, as when they'd accepted the command to torment her with
lust. Though that had felt good. . .) She shook the thought away and focused on the feeling
of Tharona's warm arm around her, and how good that hand on her hair felt. Nakree leaned
against Tharona's other side, the teasing stopped for now, and smiled as she looked at the
two of them. Anna began to feel drowsy, and she wondered if he'd come here to find all
three of them asleep in each other's arms. Then the sound of his footstep sounded outside
the door and all sleepiness fled.

Anna sat up straight and watched the door as he came in. It shamed her a bit to realize
that she'd missed him, even just in the hour or so he'd been gone. Was she a dog, to pine
after her Master when he was gone for even a second? Anna was disgusted with herself. Where
was her pride? She'd been a haughty noblewoman, for God's sake! She'd. . . oh dear. He was
taking his clothes off, and her thoughts were dying as his powerful body was bared. She
knew dimly, in the back of her mind, that she'd be even more unhappy with herself later for
being so weak. Right now she just wanted him to get over here so she could touch him.

"Master!" said Tharona brightly, sitting up straighter. "Then the planning is finished?"
Anna wondered how she could talk about something like that when he was walking over to the
pool naked. Amazingly, his manhood wasn't spent yet, for it had begun to harden at the
sight of his three wives cuddling in the pool. How much stamina did he have? More than any
normal man, that was for certain.

"Yes, it is," he said. Nakree moved aside and he slid into the pool between her and
Tharona. Nakree cuddled close to his side and he pulled Tharona into his lap. Anna scooted
over and pressed against his other side, running her hands over his powerful arm and chest.
"But let's not talk about that. It's bad enough to deal with it there; here I want only to
focus on you." The last words were for Tharona alone, and she flushed as she met his eyes.
Arousal burned there, and Anna felt herself stirring even though she'd already been
pleasured so much today. He was going to take Tharona right there, and she was going to get
to watch.

The warlord looked over at his newest bride and smiled as he saw the rapt, eager way she
looked from him to Tharona. "Anna." He said the name in a way that made it sound precious,
and she all but melted against him, smiling happily. "You are a wonderful bride, eager to
please, and talented at doing so. But you could please me far better with a bit of
training." He gently pushed Tharona off his lap and then stood, moving to sit on the edge
of the stone pool. "Tharona. Show her the proper way to pleasure me with her mouth. Teach
her to use her natural talents to the fullest. If you do a good job. . ." He grinned at the
tall blonde. "Then I'll show her the best way to do it to you."

Tharona shivered at the thought of Garshan and Anna working at her together, and nodded.
Anna was wondering if she should feel put out or not. He'd basically said that he'd had
better than what she'd given him last night and this morning. Of course he'd also said that
she was naturally talented, but still. It was a bit annoying. Then Tharona took a firm grip
on her hair and forced her to her knees on the little stone shelf beneath the waters edge,
right between the Master's legs, and she didn't think anymore. It was too hard with his
huge manhood throbbing right in her face, looking so delicious and inviting. She leaned
down, trying to get her mouth around it, but Tharona pulled her away and she whimpered.

"Patience," the older woman whispered. "You pleasure him best by pleasuring him slowly."
Anna nodded as best she could with her hair in the other woman's grip and watched as
Tharona leaned forward. She began by placing a gentle kiss on the tip of his manhood, what
she'd heard soldiers call the head (though why they did she wasn't sure. It didn't look
much like a head.) Then she slowly drew her tongue down the side of his shaft, barely
touching him, and back up, to lightly flick it across the tip, tickling the little slit
where his seed came from. It made him groan softly, and Anna stared in awe. She wanted to
know how to do that, and she strained at the strong female hand holding her back, trying to
get her lips onto him and imitate it. Tharona chuckled against him, which made him groan
again, and let Anna have what she wanted.

The younger woman leaned in and did exactly as her teacher had done, slowly licking along
his shaft, then planting a tiny kiss on his head. That musky taste was on his tip as she
flicked her tongue over it, and it made her shiver with the memories of the night before.
She flicked him again, looking to Tharona for guidance. The older woman nodded and leaned
down to help her, both their tongues working together on him. "Yes, just like that," purred
Tharona. She guided Anna down and they licked his shaft together, one on either side, while
he gasped in ways that made Anna's thighs quiver.
"Good," whispered Tharona. "Now he is ready for the real pleasure to begin." She pulled
Anna away again and made her watch while she pulled the Master's throbbing head into her
mouth and gently sucked. He liked that a lot, judging by the low, delicious groan he made.
Tharona's free hand found his shaft and stroked it slowly while she sucked. She moved her
head gently up and down in a rhythm with her hand, using both together to pleasure his
whole manhood at once. After what seemed like forever, Tharona finally let go of him with
an audible popping noise and allowed Anna to take over. She eagerly took him into her mouth
and sucked as hard as she could, her hand going to his shaft. That rhythm was a bit hard
to figure out, but once she got it going, it was easy to stay with, and she loved how he
reacted. His musky taste was stronger, and she knew he was getting close. Tharona's lips
brushed her ear, and her neck, and her cheek, and Anna moaned around the cock in her mouth,
which made him growl and arch slightly.

"They love it when you do that, moaning against them," said Tharona, "You're doing
wonderfully, Anna." Suddenly, the Master sat up and took both women by the hair, pulling Anna off his tip with a roughness that made her yip slightly in pleasure.

"I'm close," he gasped, trembling slightly. "Tharona, show her how to finish."

"Yes, Master," purred Tharona, and hearing those wonderful words in the older woman's
throaty voice made Anna shiver. Garshan guided both women to his tip, and Tharona
whispered, "Kiss me around him." Anna did that as best she could, his musky taste mingling
with the sweetness of Tharona's tongue. Tharona took one of Anna's hands and put it on his
shaft, lacing her fingers through the younger woman's so that they stroked him together.
Her other hand she put on his balls, and Anna eagerly squeezed and pulled at them,
following Tharona's lead.

"Gods!" he choked out, and pulled the two women away a bit. Anna opened her mouth wide as
he made a strangled roar of pleasure, and then his seed blasted into her and Tharona's
mouths with incredible force. It sprayed clear into her throat and she choked slightly, but
she wouldn't have had it anywhere else. Again and again and again he spurted, until both
their mouths were full and their cheeks dripping. Then he sagged back, letting go of
Tharona's hair to prop himself up with one hand, and it was over.

In that moment Anna felt like a goddess. This man could cause an entire council of
barbarian war chiefs to tremble at his wrath, he could crush a man's skull in his hands, but she had made him weak with only her mouth. Tharona swallowed the seed in her mouth
immediately, but Anna waited a moment, savoring the thick, hot feel of it and his wild
musky taste. Then the other woman kissed her, deeply. Her tongue slid around in Anna's
mouth, plundering it. Anna made a slight "Mmf!" of protest, not at the kiss (that was more
than fine) but at the way her share of his seed was being stolen. She fought Tharona's
tongue with her own and managed to keep most of the seed for herself, swallowing it when at
last the kiss broke.

"Good girl," whispered Tharona, and Anna purred in response. The older woman's face
splattered with his seed was incredibly beautiful. Why did a few splashes of white liquid
make a woman so much more appealing? Maybe because she knew how good that liquid would
taste when she licked it off their skin. Leaning forward, she proceeded to do that, her
lips and tongue caressing Tharona's cheeks and chin, getting every drop that she could. The
older woman shivered as Anna licked her, and then returned the favor, taking her time. The
way her tongue felt, sliding through that warmth, was deliriously arousing, especially when
another one joined in. It seemed that Nakree been let out for as long as she could stand,
and now she was pressed close to Anna's other side, getting what she could of their
Master's taste. Anna moaned helplessly as their tongues drove her wild, and she twisted to
kiss Nakree deeply, sharing the taste of his seed.

The warlord sat on the edge of the pool and watched his wives together, a satisfied smile
on his face. They were nearly as lustful of each other as they were of him, and he loved
it. Reaching down, he ran his fingers gently through Tharona's hair and then bent to pull
her out of the pool. "Now," he said, laying her down at the water's edge, so that her knees
rested at the lip of the pool and her feet within it, "You learn to pleasure her."

Anna was not quite as enthusiastic about pleasuring Tharona as she had been about
pleasuring Garshan (after all, no woman could ever taste that good) but she was excited
about it just the same. She hadn't seen him touch his oldest wife yet, and she was looking
forward to seeing what Tharona was like in the throes of pleasure. Would she be like Anna,
yipping and thrashing helplessly, or like Nakree, all but laughing as she writhed happily
beneath her lover? Garshan slid into the pool and knelt between Tharona's legs, gently
spreading them. He took Nakree's hand and guided her over to knee by Tharona's head. "You
won't be left out this time," he said with an affectionate smile. "Kiss her." Nakree nodded
and bent to press her lips to Tharona's, cupping the older woman's face. Turning to Anna,
the warlord wrapped his arm around her and pulled her close to his side, so that both of
them were between Tharona's legs. Her womanhood was wet and slick, obviously very aroused
already, and Anna hesitantly leaned down to give it a lick. She tasted good. Very good. It
was similar to Nakree, but different as well, uniquely Tharona. The older woman sighed in
pleasure as she felt Anna's tongue, and she kept licking, encouraged, slowly exploring her
dripping folds. "That's good," said the Master, his voice close to Anna's ear. "With a
woman, you have to go even slower than with a man. The difference between a good lover and
a bad one is simply patience." His hand moved up her side, and she tensed with happy
anticipation as those massive fingers threaded into her hair. It was nice when Tharona and
Nakree held her like that, but nothing could compare to the wonderful strength she could
feel in his every touch, and the way his callused skin rubbed against her scalp. When he
held her, she was utterly, inescapably in his power, and she loved it.

Garshan smiled as he watched Anna lick Tharona. Why, she barely needed any training at all!
A woman had a natural advantage here, after all. But he wasn't about to be left out. Gently
pulling her hair, he lifted her mouth away from Tharona's slit and replaced it with his
own. His lips brushed her pussy as he said, "Now watch, and do as I do," and the older
woman let out a long, low moan at the feel of his voice rumbling against her. Anna bit her
lip at the sound of that moan. It was very different from either her or Nakree, lower and
more womanly. She wished she could sound like that in bed, instead of like an overexcited
puppy. He licked Tharona slowly at first, drawing his tongue back and forth across her
folds, tracing the outline of each lip and making her shudder and arch. Anna noticed how
careful he was to keep the small tusks at the corners of his mouth from digging in and felt
a swell of feeling for her Master. What other man would be so careful and gentle with women
who were, for all intents and purposes, slaves? She snuggled closer to his side and wrapped her arms around him, watching. He took his time, tickling Tharona's clit with tiny, soft brushes of his tongue, then moving down to trace the outlines of her entrance with it. The older woman's breasts were heaving and her body writhing slightly as he teased her, her
breath coming in short pants. Garshan raised his head and Tharona whimpered in
disappointment, rolling her hips upwards to try and get his mouth back onto her. The
warlord pulled Anna into place instead and she eagerly began to copy what he had done.

Nakree, meanwhile, was thoroughly enjoying her duty to kiss Tharona. The Master hadn't been
specific as to where to kiss, so the redhead's lips were finding Tharona's neck, shoulders,
and nipples more than they found her mouth (though she gave that plenty of attention as
well.) Between the three of them, Tharona was being driven absolutely wild. "Go faster,"
said the warlord. "Press your tongue more firmly against her." Anna obeyed, and Tharona
began to beg softly, needing to climax. Pulling Anna away once more, he covered her with
his mouth and licked furiously while she watched. Tharona bucked her hips against his face
and cried out softly as she came, her juices coating his lips. Without pausing, he pulled
Anna back down and had her join him. As both their tongues caressed her sensitive flesh,
Tharona cried out more loudly and came again, arching off the bath hall floor. Anna eagerly
licked up the taste of her climax. It was sweet and salty, very different from the
Master's, but delicious all the same. They made Tharona thrash and moan for a long time
before at last he guided them away, his lips and Anna's both coated with the taste of her
climax. Turning, he pulled Anna into one of his swoon-inducing kisses, sharing the taste
with her and kissing her until her head spun and she was dizzy. Chuckling, Garshan set her
down on the edge of the pool and rose up, taking Tharona's thighs in his hands.

"And now, the training is over, and the real pleasure starts," he growled, and Tharona
whispered her assent, begging him to pleasure her. Amazingly, he was hard again, and Anna
wondered in awe if he would ever be spent. The serving women in the palace had included her
in their gossip from time to time, and she knew that most men were lucky to go more than
twice in a day. He had taken her twice today and and then spilled again into his wives'
mouths. How much more did he have? At least enough for one more session, it seemed, for he
lifted Tharona's legs, spread them wide, and slid himself inside her. Tharona cried out and
gripped the edges of the pool tightly as he thrust into her over and over. Anna shifted,
climbing out of the pool, and watched as her Master fucked his wife. It was fascinating,
the contrast his green skin made with Tharona's bronzed. As she watched, the memory of what
Tharona had done to her last night crept in, and with an impish grin, Anna reached down
between the other woman's legs. She paused just before touching her, looking up to the
Master for confirmation that this was allowed, but he nodded, and so she began to rub
Tharona's clit. Two could play at this driving-someone-to-madness game. Anna settled down
at Tharona's side and pressed close, rubbing her clit as she laid small kisses on the other
woman's breasts, neck, and face. Tharona moaned, cried out, and rolled her hips upward
against the Master, getting him as deep into her as she could. Then she arched her back and
Anna felt a spurt of wonderful wetness against her fingers. She purred delightedly and kept
rubbing, and Tharona came again, turning her head from side to side and shaking helplessly.
Then the Master drove himself inside her and stopped, his head thrown back, growling, and
she felt Tharona climax one last time as he spilled inside her. Tharona went limp,
utterly spent, and the Master slid himself out of her, equally satisfied. He bent and gave
each of his wives a soft kiss.

"Wonderful," he said. "All of you." Pulling Anna close, he whispered, "And you especially. Good girl." Those two little words made her swell with pride. Garshan sighed and then stood, going back to where his clothes lay. "Unfortunately I have to leave again. The soldiers need to be inspected before the next phase of their training begins. Go back to your rooms, and I'll see you tonight." He smiled at them, his eyes warm, and then left, leaving three sated women behind him.