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hissing laugh.
Do you really have to ask? The question you
should
be asking is do you have the courage to offer it?
    Turning to face Master, I step back to stand under the honeysuckle arch. I feel the power of that shape, symbolizing both strength and opportunity.
    “I defy you,” I say simply. “I’ll do as I like now.”
    I watch the storm clouds gather in his expression. His hooves ravage the soft earth as he rushes at me. He thuds to a halt before the arch, gaze scorching me where I stand.
    “I’m not afraid of you,” I say.
    He grabs a handful of hair, yanking my head back so my chin juts in the air.
    “What did you dare to say to me, Nymphet?” he growls.
    “My name is Sylva, Leander.” My eyes water from the pain, and a tear sinks down into my hairline. “I want to hear you say it.”
    His laughter is hot with rage. He gives me a shove and I stumble to my knees, away from the bower. I crawl toward him, and before he can guess at my intention, I rise on my knees and close my mouth over his cock.
    He grabs my hair in both fists and he slides me almost free, then yanks me back until I feel him in my throat.
    “Are you sure this is what you want?” he challenges.
    I stare up at him, nodding with him still in my mouth.
    But he withdraws and pushes me down. “Hands and knees, slut. I’m ready.” He closes his hand over his cock like a weapon.
    “Not like this,” I whisper, still tasting him in my mouth.
    His eyes narrow, this time knowing what I’m about to do an instant before I do it, and I bolt up from the ground, run through the arch, and flee into the forest.
    I hear his hooves pounding behind me.
    I know the word to make it stop. But my blood is pumping, my pussy is throbbing, and the last thing I want is to stop. Not until he’s possessed me, and maybe not even then.
    And yet I run like the devil himself is chasing me, because I don’t want to be fucked as a punishment, like he did to the queen. I want more from him than that.
    Branches tear at my arms and legs. I lose count of the times I trip and scramble again to my feet. He should have caught me by now, but I’m beginning to know him. I can’t predict what will happen when he catches me—maybe he can’t either—but I know he wants this chase as much as I do.
    In the end it’s the river that takes me. As I leap toward the opposite bank, the stone under my foot loosens, and I fall into the water. Leander splashes onto the gravel beside me and drags me from the current.
    He binds me like an animal, wrists and ankles together at my back. I watch, breathless, as he makes a sort of sling system with ropes, and then he hoists me onto his back. My breasts and thighs press and rub against him as he bears me deeper into the forest.
    Our journey ends at a clearing with a stone slab at its center. He transfers me from his back to the stone, and as he binds me, arms overhead and legs spread wide, I get a good look at the knots he’s created—they’re like works of art, twisting and forming the rope so it creates a dress that frames my bare breasts and wraps and draws my hips open.
    When I’m securely bound, shoulders and buttocks pressed against the cold stone, he leaves me.
    —
    My joints ache from being too long in the same position. I wonder how long he’s been gone. Whether it ever gets dark here.
    I’m about to call out for him when I hear rustling, and two huge fern leaves part. Two women dressed like Orange walk into the clearing carrying baskets. They set one on either side of me without speaking to me or even meeting my gaze. The fair nymph lifts a jar from her basket. She holds it over my body and tips it, drizzling golden honey over my hips, belly, and breasts. The dark nymph works flowers into the hair at both my head and pussy. As a final act before leaving me, the fair nymph pulls a fat carrot from her basket. The root’s been cleaned but it still has its top, and she drags the silky fronds over the insides of my thighs before