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happening to her? She’d thought her pussy had burned and tingled before, but it had been nothing compared to  how she felt now. How was she to cope?
    Just then the metal door-knocker  sounded.  Quickly pushing down  her short leather dress of pale brown, she leapt to her feet and scurried to answer. She yanked it open, fully expecting to find Lavonia on the other side—but instead encountered Donnell.
    Tonight his hair was not pulled back, but hung mane-like around his handsome face. His eyes seemed to cut right through her in a way she felt in her cunt.
    “Are you ready for tonight’s lesson, Maven?”
    The very sound of his voice made her breasts feel heavy. “Y-yes.”
    She stepped back to allow him entry, but he  only moved closer. “I shouldn’t tell you this, but I must.”
    Her body went tense. “What?”
    “I long for you.”
    She flinched  and drew  back, stunned.
    But his eyes only turned hot  and fiery. “I long to sink  my cock into your virgin pussy, Maven.”
    “You know  you cannot!”
    “Of course,”  he said, “but when Lavonia chose me to help in your Orientation and I  knew this was as close to you as I would ever come, I decided I would make my  feelings known.”
    Her cunt seemed to flinch beneath her dress, and she hoped he couldn’t see the  response in her eyes. “What good  does it do to tell me of it?”

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    His gaze was sensual, swallowing. “I was in the great hall  when your father announced  your betrothal. I saw how you  reacted—I know you’re afraid of Dane.”
    What was his point? “And?”
    “And I just thought…well, perhaps when  you’re with him and you’re feeling afraid, I thought maybe…you could think of me instead.”
    She simply looked at him, not comprehending.
    “You can imagine he  is me, sliding my shaft inside  you, or licking your lovely pussy. I thought that might be easier for you.  And if I, still here  in the fortress, could believe you were pretending it was   me   fucking you, well—it would be an honor.”
    Maven stood flabbergasted. But she had no time to turn his words over in her head, nor even to make a response before Lavonia came whisking through the door, Ragan and Anglen  on her heels. “Ah, good, we’re  all here.” The buxom woman was practically aglow, her eyes lit with a fresh shot of arousal. “I’m anxious to  get started on  tonight’slesson, even though I fear it shall be very draining on me.”
    “Lavonia, I don’t wish to do anything that you’d rather not. Surely there are other ways to orient me.”
    But the maid was already shaking her head. “No, no, not another word. We shall stick to my original plan.”
    “But—”
    Lavonia smiled. “I’d do anything for you,  Maven, and that includes wearing  myself out by fucking these three lovely young men for you.”
    And so it began.
    “Take your place on your bed, dear girl,  and get comfortable, like last night,” her maid instructed. “Prepare to learn  the very greatest joys of sex.”
    Maven did as Lavonia instructed, all  the while growing warmer beneath her leather. She remained shocked by  Donnell’s admission,  not  to  mention his suggestion—yet as she began to absorb it, she couldn’t  deny  it  held  appeal.  She  had  no  choice  inmarrying Dane and likely no choice in fucking  him, either—but if the man were truly as unbearable as she expected, perhaps it would ease her distaste a bit to envision  Donnell’s piercing blue eyes.
    Just then, Lavonia reached down to undo  Donnell’s pants and seconds later his cockpopped free—as if it had a life of its own.  Maven flinched, then hoped no one had noticed. But when she looked up, she found Donnell’s gaze warm upon  her, even as  Lavonia began to fondle his engorged shaft. Maven barely knew whether to look at hiseyes or the raging pole that jutted through  her maid’s fist, but finally settled on the latter, not