The two moons of Metazore have crossed, meaning it is the Great Festival of Joining. Princess Karina of The Nahan is prepared to do her duty of sexual service in the temple, but finds the sex act boring and messy. Most of the men with whom she joins she knows, but as an embodiment of the Goddess of the Two Moons cannot speak with them. Only the blunt and power-hungry general Sidonous ignores the rules. He wants both her body and the power her bloodline brings.
Then the dark man comes to worship with Karina and opens her eyes to a world of sexual fulfillment she has never imagined, just before he and his soldiers overtake and destroy not only the city, but everything Karina has been taught to believe. Carrying her off as a piece of war booty, the dark man uses Karina as a pleasure slave, creating in her a storm of lust and hatred.
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“And you are prepared to mate with me?”
“This is the Grand Festival of Joining,” Karina replied. Where his flesh had touched hers tingled.
His hand slipped down to the wiry golden hair of her mound, playing with it, combing his fingers through it. “Even though we have never met before?”
“It is the way of the Festival.” What was this? No one had ever questioned the rites of the Festival before. Where did this man come from?
“And you are willing to let me enter you now, take possession of you, without knowing anything about me?”
His hand slipped past the golden mound, his fingers seeking the soft inner tissues of her sex. One rubbed slowly against the pleasure nubbin her own fingers knew so well, then with its fellows dropped lower, playing with the entrance of her.
“I know you are an embodiment of Harhebt, and I am the goddess Shemat,” Karina said. It was an effort to keep her body still and her voice from shaking breathlessly. “Joining is an act of worship. And there is to be no personal talking, for we are the god and goddess.”
A ghost of a smile twitched in the corners of his mouth. “Very well, then, let us worship.”
Without stopping the slow explorations of his fingers, he bent to nuzzle her nipple with his lips. Already distended from unaccustomed usage this day, they were swollen and a little tender. As if he knew this the dark man was gentle, licking and then sucking first one and then the other with steadily growing intensity until they tingled with pleasure.
His fingers were not idle, either. First one finger and then two slipped inside her, then, as Karina opened her legs wider in automatic surrender, three fingers stretched her. Moving them in and out in a motion like lovemaking, he let her juices moisten the two of them, then carefully slid a fourth finger almost all the way in.
Karina gasped at being opened so far. It took all her will not to writhe in a strange combination of pleasure and pain such as she had not experienced before, not to grab him and pull him close to her. To show pleasure or passion was to soil the ritual.
The dark man smiled and withdrew, leaving Karina feeling oddly empty. His hand glistening with her juices, he reached down to smear his organ with her moisture. Karina could not help but stare. He had grown, expanding to a terrifying size. Could a woman die from trying to take a scepter of Harhebt of such dimensions?
She was going to find out. He leapt easily to the top of the altar and knelt between her legs. Instead of ramming himself into her, as she had feared, he placed the mighty head just at her opening even as his finger strummed her pleasure nubbin. In spite of herself Karina could feel herself relaxing, opening, moistening. She could not restrain a small moan of all too human desire.
Now the dark man was smiling. Slowly, steadily, he pushed forward inside her, expanding the walls of her organ, stretching, going deeper than any man ever had. It did hurt to be stretched so much, but Karina was astonished that it was a good hurt, a hurt that was more arousing than painful.
Only when she sighed with pure pleasure did he begin to move, in and out, slowly at first and then with ever increasing speed. Karina could not help herself; her body began to move of its own accord, matching every thrust of his with a movement of her own.
He bent his head and sucked gently at one nipple and Karina thought she might explode.
Then she did, flying over a barrier she had never even known existed. Until that moment she had thought her private experiments had been the height of pleasure, but now she knew they had been only a prelude. She shuddered and jerked, trying to impale herself even further on this dark and magical scepter of Harhebt even as she bit the inside of her cheek to keep herself silent. A scream of passion, of satisfaction, was still a scream and it would bring the temple executioner to exact instant retribution.
The dark man chuckled, then his face tensed as he pumped even harder, driving ever deeper into her. In spite of her incredible release and satisfaction Karina found herself matching his every move. Inside her his scepter swelled bigger and bigger until Karina began to wonder if he would split her asunder. Then suddenly he exploded, filling her with a rush of warm fluid. It was the first time she had actually felt a man’s effusion.
The dark man sagged, falling at full length across her. Karina could only gasp as her body throbbed with a pleasure she had never known. Three years in service at the Grand Festivals of Joining and for the very first time she could consider it so special that it was indeed an act of worship.
Additional information regarding this book:
While this is a fantasy set on an alien world, sexual worship in a temple – sacred prostitution – was long a reality in many religions in many parts of the ancient world. TAKEN BY THE DARK MAN is the first of a projected trilogy – PRISONER OF THE DARK MAN and an as-yet-unnamed final novella yet to come – which explores the complicated relationship between masters and slaves, different cultures and the tempestuous relationship between Karina and the dark man.
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