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Chapter 620: Chapter 619- Evriana Learning Sex

The words arrived in her mind without her permission. Vulgar. Honest.

The particular, unfiltered, involuntary assessment of a woman who was looking at another woman’s body through the lens of a man’s desire and recognizing that the lens did not favor her.

Evriana was not small. She was not thin. She had the Catorian build — the broad shoulders, the thick thighs, the heavy, dense frame.

But she was older. The body that had been firm at twenty was softer at thirty-nine.

The tits that had been high and full were heavier now, the particular, mature, gravity-claimed sag of a woman who had never worn a binding cloth because her bloodline did not require one.

And Viktor seemed to be enjoying Berenga.

The way he had touched her. The way he had fucked her. The way he had sucked her nipples and slammed his cock into her and came inside her with the particular, satisfied, possessive completion of a man who was exactly where he wanted to be, doing exactly what he wanted to do.

’He enjoyed her,’ Evriana thought. ’He enjoyed her body. Her thick hips. Her big boobs. Her—’

She closed her eyes.

She would leave. She would turn. She would walk back to the camp, sit by the fire, and wait for morning. She would —

”I knew you were going to fuck some other woman.”

The voice came from behind her.

Evriana stopped.

Every muscle in her body locked. The particular, full-body, deer-in-headlights freeze of a woman who had been caught — not watching, not spying, not hiding behind a tree while her nephew had sex — but simply ’standing’ near a tree in a forest, which was a perfectly normal thing for a princess to do at night.

She turned.

Dara stood there.

The cook. The maid. The commoner. The brown-haired, brown-eyed, utterly unremarkable woman who had been traveling with Viktor’s party — the woman Evriana had seen serving food, holding a ladle, wearing a plain brown dress.

She was not wearing the brown dress now.

She was wearing a thin, wet, clinging garment — a shift that had been soaked through, the fabric transparent, the body beneath it fully visible. Her tits — swollen, heavy, the nipples stiff and dark through the wet cloth — pressed against the fabric. Her hips — wide, full, the particular, fucked-out shape of a body that had been claimed so many times it had reshaped itself around the experience — swayed as she walked.

Evriana narrowed her gaze.

’Isn’t she the cook?’

She recognized her. The face, the hair, the particular, satisfied, well-fucked glow that the woman carried like a second skin. This was the cook. The commoner. The maid.

What was she doing here?

Viktor chuckled.

The low, warm, amused sound carried across the pond. Evriana — still frozen behind her tree, still unseen, still technically hiding — watched as Viktor turned toward Dara. His cock swung.

The heavy, thick, still-half-hard length of it moved between his legs like a pendulum — the dark shaft catching the moonlight, the crimson head glistening with the remnants of his release, the veins visible even at a distance. He swung it. The casual, unselfconscious, utterly shameless gesture of a man who had just finished destroying one woman and was now appraising the next.

”You still can make it hard,” he said to Dara.

The words were not a question. They were an instruction.

Dara moved.

She walked to the pond. Entered the water — the shallow, still, mirror surface rising around her ankles, her calves, her thighs. Her shift floated, the fabric billowing, the wet cloth clinging tighter to her body. Her tits — the full, heavy, swollen shape of them — pressed against the fabric, the dark nipples visible, the areolas wide. Her hips — the wide, full, motherly curve of them — swayed as she waded.

She reached Viktor.

She leaned.

Her mouth found his cock.

Evriana’s breath stopped.

The particular, absolute, total cessation of respiratory function that occurred when a thirty-nine-year-old virgin princess watched a commoner cook take a twelve-inch cock into her mouth. Dara’s lips closed around the head — the thick, dark, swollen crimson crown that had just been inside another woman’s ass — and sucked. The wet, warm, enveloping sound of a mouth on a cock reached Evriana’s ears across the water.

’What is happening?’

Evriana’s eyes were wide. The particular, horrified, fascinated, cannot-look-away wideness of a woman who was seeing something she had never seen, never imagined, never been told about, and was processing the visual information in real time.

’Isn’t the woman lying there?’

She looked at Berenga. At the commander, still limp on the moss, still twitching, still leaking. Then back at Dara. At the cook, on her knees in the water, her mouth around Viktor’s cock.

’He was — she was — he is having sex with two women at the same time?’

The realization hit her like a wave.

Not sequentially. Not one after the other. ’Simultaneously.’ Viktor had fucked Berenga. And now Dara was sucking him. And Berenga was right there. And Dara was right here. And Viktor was standing between them with his cock in one woman’s mouth and his seed in another woman’s womb and his tail swaying behind him like a cat that had found the cream.

Dara sucked.

Her cheeks hollowed. Her head moved — the slow, practiced, devoted rhythm of a woman who had done this before and had been trained to do it well. Her tongue — visible, pink, wet — dragged along the underside of his shaft as she pulled back, the flat of it pressing against the vein, the tip swirling around the head.

She licked his balls.

The heavy, egg-sized, seed-filled sac that hung beneath his cock. Dara’s mouth left his shaft and descended. Her tongue found the skin — lapping, wet, the devoted, worshipful attention of a woman who treated his balls with the reverence that others reserved for prayer. She took one in her mouth. Then the other. The bulge of them visible in her cheeks, the shape of his balls outlined against her face.

’As if it was the most delicious thing ever.’

Evriana trembled.

The particular, full-body, uncontrollable trembling of a woman who was watching something that her brain could not categorize. She had received sexual education — the formal, clinical, diagram-based instruction that noble daughters received before marriage. She knew the mechanics. Tab A into Slot B. Reproductive function. The purpose, the process, the expected outcome.

She had not known about this.

She had not known that a woman would put a man’s cock in her mouth. She had not known that a woman would suck a man’s balls. She had not known that a woman would kneel in water at midnight and worship a man’s flesh with the particular, devoted, transcendent attention that Dara was devoting to Viktor’s cock.

’Is this how a woman serves a man?’

The question was genuine.

Not rhetorical. Not ironic. The particular, lost, overwhelmed, I-have-no-framework-for-this question of a woman whose entire understanding of sex had been diagrams and clinical descriptions and who was now confronted with the wet, warm, vulgar, beautiful reality of it.

She thought it was about vaginal penetration. Tab A into Slot B. The mechanical, reproductive, purpose-driven act that she had been told about in a room with diagrams and a blushing tutor.

This was not that.

This was something else entirely.

Dara took him deeper.