Master of Desire by Lacey Alexander (e ink manga reader txt) 📗

of warriors. Few realized how gentle horses could be, and Ralen had always appreciated the  animals’ ability to be both docile and strong.

Without quite making the conscious decision  to do so, Ralen found himself sharing  with Teesia his vision for breeding enough  horses to supply his entire army with them,  and others to sell. “I wouldn’t  want to let them get into the hands of our enemies to the  north, of course, but your father, or men like Dane of Rawley, could strengthen their  forces mightily.”

“Is it possible to breed that many horses? I mean, they  are  rare.”

“It takes care to breed them, certainly,” he  explained. “But I believe that in the  Before Times there were possibly a great many  more horses than we might expect. By  working to breed them in a controlled atmosphere, I believe I can produce a bounty of  strong, healthy animals. It may sound unlikely,  but I don’t believe anyone has  ever tried  before, at least not in  our  age—and that  this  is why they remain rare. I intend to prove it  can be done, and to make the horse a powerful force in keeping Caralon intact always.”

His wife’s admiring expression filled him  with unexpected pride. He didn’t need  her veneration to hold  up his sense of dignity, and  yet…he simply  liked  it. Liked  knowing she might think he was intelligent, industrious…strong…brave.

“Can you gallop?” he asked, feeling the urge to take  Charger racing up the beach  with Teesia at his side.

She smiled. “Yes, I’m not afraid.”

He gave her a playful look. “Never for long anyway,” he  said, thinking of their sex.

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Her answering smile seemed  to say she understood where his thoughts had gone. “Race you,” she challenged, then put heels  to Vixen’s side as she slapped the reins against the sorrel’s neck.

He could have easily overtaken her at any time, but for some reason did not—hesimply came up even with her and enjoyed the wind  in his hair and his wife’s presence as they sped up the beach, side by side.

It was only when they’d slowed the horses  back to a gentle trot that he saw thecoquettish way his wanton bit her lip as she  stole a glance at him. He couldn’t help thinking it  meant she was hungry for him, which set his skin prickling with  fresh lust.  “What are you thinking about, vixen?” he  asked, his voice going slightly deeper.

“That I forgot what happens whenever I ride at a gallop.”

He tilted his head, puzzled. “What’s that?”

She might be young, but when her blue  eyes met his, she wore  the determined expression of a full-fledged woman. “My pussy begins to tingle.”

He grinned as his cock stiffened in response. “This happens often, does it?”

“Well, I’ve not had the chance to ride at a gallop  often, but on the occasions I have…”

“And what did you do about it?”  It was not an accusation—he simply wondered  what she would say.

She softly shook her head. “Nothing. I suffered. And wished.”

“And later touched yourself when you were alone?” he  offered softly.

Looking halfway between sheepish and aroused, she nodded. “Once, last summer,  the need was so great that I simply  snuck  off to a corner of my father’s stables.”

“And now?”

“The need is great again, my husband.  My master.” Her voice grew warmer with

each word. “My pussy is so swollen, wet. It aches for you.”

“Show  me ”

,  he  said  as  they  continued  riding  side  by  side  up  the  quiet,  empty beach, the only other sound that of  the rolling tide. “Lift your skirt.”

Closing her hand around the leather that already rode high on her thigh, she  raised  it until he could see her cunt, pressed against the horse’s spine. As if anticipating his next command, she leaned back to give him  a much better view, and indeed, her lovely  flesh was parted, the inner pink folds glistening for  him. His cock went so hard he feared it would burst the lacings on his pants.

“Do not fear, my wanton,” he told her, casting his most devilish smile. “I shall take  care of that hungry little ache  on the ride back to the fort.”

Being her master was a powerful and fulfilling indulgence, but mutual lust was good, too, and the look they exchanged indicated they  both wanted the same thing— badly. Ralen instructed Teesia to join  him on Charger’s back, and once she was straddling the horse between his thighs, he tied  Vixen’s reins to his, so the pretty sorrel  would follow along.

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“Lean,” he told her as Charger walked slowly up the coastline, heading toward  home. He smoothed his hands up her thighs, under her skirt, and  onto her ass, urging  her forward. She arched her body against the horse’s mane, locking her feet around  Ralen’s leather-clad calves until the enticing  inner flesh of her cunt was visible to him.

Something inside him shuddered at the sight. This part of her body was certainly  not new to him, so his reaction struck him as odd—but perhaps it was the  giving, the  way she so freely  wanted, the notion  that  this particular liaison had been of her instigation. That had never happened before. He’d never given it a  chance  to happen.

“So lovely,” he murmured without forethought. He meant her pussy, but also all of her. Every hair on her  head, every inch of her flesh. The way her fingers curled into the  shiny black fur on Charger’s neck. The  soft, pretty sigh that met his  words.

“You  do  like the way I look there,” she purred,  reminding him of their conversation  about his cunt obsession just last  night with Shaena and Laene.

“I like the way you look  everywhere, wanton,” he assured her, “but yes, I do like the way you look  there.”

With one hand, he began to loosen the lacings that  would free his hungry cock andwith the other he began to touch her. Two fingers slipped easily into her wet, warmpassage, making her let out a deep, heated  moan. He relished watching her pussy clench around them, her widened asshole spreading slightly as she moved against him.

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