Meanwhile…

Duke Stefan Karameikos, pulled the leash of his **** tight, enjoying her high pitched sexual gasp as her lithe pale body shuddered and he thrust deeply into her from behind. Her ass was magnificently rounded, surmounted with pretty dimples of Venus that preluded the smooth expanse of her tautly upward arched back, regular tiny mounds of her spine in shaded relief. Her small breasts swayed, uptipped nipples tightly pointed, dusky eyes closed in delight, mouth slightly slack as she hiccuped with need.

A new **** was always a pleasure to break in. This one was of peasant stock, of mixed provincial Traladaran and proud Thyatian heritage, possibly the scion of one of the early settlers. She was young, lovely and seemingly submissive - but possessed a burning fire in her eyes that told Stefan she was not. Her accent was strange, with a hint of cultured Alphatian. Strange. Exotic. Just how he liked his women.

And she was tight and wet and all kinds of horny thanks to the philtres she’d been plied with.

He inhaled as his balls tightened and he unloaded deep within her womb.