The Courtesan - Part Three E-Book

Nikki Blood

• Herausgeber: Nikki Blood
• Kategorie: Erotik
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2017

Beschreibung

XXX Erotica For those who like or need more substance with their hot and naughty, I present to you the serial story of a slave no more. The dangers Alana discovers are all too real, but there’s more to consider. The Loran Temple exists to serve all of humanity, as do the courtesans they train. It’s there she discovers hints of the real, and that the best lies of all . . . are all left unspoken. What is the real truth of their world?

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Table of Contents

The Courtesan - Part Three

The Courtesan - Part Three | Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

The Courtesan - Part Three, by Nikki Blood

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XXX Erotica

For those who like or need more substance with their hot and naughty, I present to you the serial story of a slave no more.

The dangers Alana discovers are all too real, but there’s more to consider. The Loran Temple exists to serve all of humanity, as do the courtesans they train. It’s there she discovers hints of the real, and that the best lies of all . . . are all left unspoken. What is the real truth of their world?

A disturbing yet sensual adventure deep into the heart of the Blood Empire, and those concerned with the Skull Throne.

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Novel and Cover Illustration Copyright © 2017 Nikki Blood. All rights reserved.

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The Courtesan - Part Three

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Chapter Fourteen

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Many days had passed within the training chamber, but we paid no attention to rumors, little snippets of conversations overheard by all us sisters. There was no need to debate the unknown. We sisters continued to love each other, continued to dance, sew, cook, and train. The sisters slowly mastering their sword skills with the training sticks provided.

We did not fail to meet the high standards of our calling, what Mistress Cali expected from us, alone or not. I did, however, miss my own bed.

Each sister wanted more from me, and I hoped I met their expectations. Each sister had enjoyed their brief introduction of true sex, and they wanted more, something I could not provide. Aside from the two silent eunuchs that guarded the outside of our chamber door, they had only what I could describe to satisfy their curiosity, and our training sticks used as well as we could to simulate all I had done.

“I still feel uncomfortable with that stick up my ass,” Tiral said. “It’s not what I expected at all.”

“We must train,” Willow said. “I like that I can fill my holes, but pretending it’s cock when it’s not, I find that becoming more difficult as each day passes.”

“I will not complain,” Nalla said.

“Nor will I,” I said.

“We still know nothing,” Elaine then said, returning to a subject best left unspoken. “Who were those attackers? Where did they come from? Who sent them?”

“We know so little,” Willow said. “I feel frustrated, like in the first few days of our training.”

“We have discussed everything to death and then some,” Tiral said. “As for our training, we now sew like Willow, cook as well as Elaine, dance as well as Nalla, and fight almost as well as Alana.”

“We all see our true beauty,” I said, “thanks to you, Tiral.”

Mistress Cali entered the room just then.

“You have heard our beginnings,” she said, “and our history is long. Not for many thousands of years have we faced an enemy such as this.”

“You know who they are?” Tiral asked.

“No doubt you have heard the tattle that sweeps the palace?” Mistress asked.

“We decided to forgo rumor in favor of truth,” Nalla said.

“Well done,” Mistress Cali said. “The truth is being sought even as we speak, but I’m afraid it is a truth we will not like. Have you discussed Andros with the other sisters, Alana?”

“I have,” I said. “I can only hope I placed the proper importance on the hunger we must show, and not what we might truly feel.”

“I surprised Alana with Andros,” Mistress said. “We elders have time to prepare ourselves for the company we keep, both physically and mentally. That is our way.”

“May I ask how your arm is?” Willow asked.

“The finer the stitches,” Mistress Cali said, “the less the scar will show. Soon it will not be noticeable to most, and even then only upon close inspection. You did an excellent job, Willow. And now you can all sew as she does, so now you know the true importance of the skill. I’ll admit I could have sewn my wound myself, but choose to use the opportunity to teach.”

“Is there anything you can tell us, Mistress?” I asked.

“The enemy is still unknown,” Mistress said. “You know of our dead, and our temple has survived intact. Of the enemy, they had their skin color changed by a process unknown, head to toe. They had been trained, and I believe they sent their best to destroy us, yet failed. They now know of their failure, and will train harder. I’m sure there was an observer we failed to capture or kill. I’m also sure this will not be the last time we face our new enemy. Brothers and sisters are sweeping the empire, seeking more information, and they will report what they find.”

“And us?” Nalla asked.

“You will now train harder,” Mistress said, “but not here. As we speak your personal items are being moved to the Loran Temple, where you will train to be even more a courtesan than me. You will all surpass me, or die. You all can do this, so do not fear my decision. You must use what I said to steel your minds to what will come. From now until we reach the temple itself, you will remain silent. From the time I lined up ten young and willing slaves, to this very moment, reflect on the history of yourselves.”

Each sister was assigned two eunuchs as guards, each sister mounted their own enclosed carriage, which was guided by two more eunuchs, all well armed. In silence we left the blood-red stone that was the seat of the empire.

Using the two small windows the carriage provided, I could see the contingent of guards that rode beside us, but I could also see the familiar streets where we as slaves met with vendors, and deep into the massive village that surrounded the palace itself. I studied what I saw with great interest.

All the houses were well built, [...]