Black Dorn is back on WIP It Up Wednesday #Wipitup

Welcome to Erotic Notions and WIP It Up Wednesday. This snippet is a continuation from my erotic medieval romance - Black Dorn. I'm back from the blog hops and last Wednesday I leant my blog to a friend who was having a cover reveal. But for the next several Wednesdays it's me and WIP It Up Wednesday.

Set Up – Branwyn's first lesson continues.
(for those who haven't started at the beginning with this – Duna means instructor –  so Duna Trea is Branwyn's instructor. A Dune is one who is to be instructed. Branwyn is a Dune. Gon means King and lastly Gon Dra means Heir to the Throne.)

Branwyn's eyes widened. She covered her gasp with her hand. "No. It would be wrong." "I thought not. Some lands lack the knowledge needed to properly train young women. Touch him. Run your fingers down his chest. Experience what a man feels likes." "But…" Touch him. Must I? He is very handsome. Strong. Maybe just a quick touch. "My herbs lulled him into a deep sleep. He may stir, but he will not fully waken." The magnificence of the man sleeping before her outweighed her fear. Branwyn wanted to touch him. Angry wounds and faded scars told stories of hard-fought battles. Solid muscles proclaimed he had won those battles. Trea knelt slipping her hand along his arm. "Feel the hardness of his body. It is one that knows how to kill men and pleasure women. Many women. And yes, women can derive great pleasure from a man. You give pleasure to them and they give it back." Following Trea's example Branwyn knelt and skimmed her fingers across his chest and down his arm. Rubbing her fingers together, she felt the oiliness of Trea’s healing pastes. Sniffing her hand, she recognized the aroma of lavender and yarrow—herbs that induced sleep and contained healing powers. She brushed back a fallen curl of thick black hair. As her nerve increased, she stroked his stomach with her full hand, watching her fingers rise and fall as they ran over the ripples. He sighed. "Now, repeat what you have done with your breasts." "Duna Trea?" Her breathing increased to near the beat of her heart. "It is not your body. Soon it will be your master’s and you must willingly touch and be touched. These repeated protests must stop. Do not argue. Tragor." Her voice rose an octave. "But this man is not my husband. It will be a sin. I must not." With closed eyes, Duna Trea rubbed her forehead and sighed. "To please your master and to be pleased in return, you must lose the thoughts that run through your head. In your land, your body was evil and the cause of sin. In our land, it is a joyous object—something to be cherished and honored in many ways. In your land, as your master’s property, you believe you must give him sons. Here, we believe you must give him pleasure and through that, the sons will arrive. If you are unacceptable he will not join you in bed." Trea wiped the oils from her hands and dropped the cloth next to her chair. "Gon-Dra Malack is not your master, but he is a man and you must learn how to touch one and pleasure one before you are given." Trea looked down at the sleeping soldier. "Trust me Branwyn, when I say there is not a finer man in this land or anywhere."





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