"Sara Douglass - The Troy Game 2 - God's Concubine" - читать интересную книгу автора (Douglass Sara)pubescent flesh. Caela's hips were still narrow, her buttocks scrawny, and her pubic hair
thin and sparse. Her waist remained that of a girl's: straight and without any of that sweet narrowing that might lead a man's hands toward those delights both above and below it. Her breasts had barely plumped out from their childish flatness. Swanne ran her eyes down Caela's body, then looked the girl in the eye. Caela had lifted her hands to her breasts, and was now trembling slightly. "You have not much to tempt a husband's embraces," Swanne said. She moved slightly, sensuously, her breasts and hips and belly straining against her robes, and then smiled coldly. "I cannot imagine how any husband could want to part your legs, my dear." At that Caela blinked, flushing in humiliation. Swanne sighed extravagantly, and the other ladies present smiled, preferring to ally with Swanne rather than this girl who, even now, wedded to the king, promised less prospect of benefaction than did the powerful lady Swanne. "But we must do what we can," said Swanne and clapped her hands, making Caela start. "The wool, I think, and the posset I prepared earlier." One of the ladies handed to Swanne a small pouch of linen and a length of red wool, and Swanne stepped close to Caela once more. "Now," Swanne said, both eyes and voice cold with contempt, "do not flinch. This will get you an heir better than anythingтАж save that wild thrusting of a man's thickened member." She put a hand on her own belly as she spoke, rolling her eyes prettily, and the ladies file:///C|/2590%20Sci-Fi%20and%20Fantasy%2...oy%20Game%202%20-%20God's%20Concubine.html (7 of 480) [12/29/2004 2:17:10 PM] Sarah Douglass - God's Concubin burst into shrieks of laughter, their hands to their cheeks. Caela flushed an even darker red. Swanne bent gracefully to her knees before Caela and first tied the length of wool about the small linen pouch, then tied the pouch to Caela's inner thigh. "This contains the seeds of henbane and coriander, my dear. So long as it doesn't confuse Edward's member too greatly, it will surely drive him to those exertions needed to put a child in thatтАж" she paused, her eyes running over Caela's flat abdomen, "child's belly of yours." Again the ladies standing about giggled, but then came the sound of footsteps approaching up the stairs, and the rumble of men's voices and laughter. "In the bed, I suppose," said Swanne. "He's bound to remember why she's there once he climbs in." With that, the women bustled Caela to the bed, drew back the coverlets over the rich, snowy whiteness of the bridal linens, and bade Caela to slide in. "We hope to see the red and cream flowers of love spread all over that linen in the morning, my love," said Swanne, pulling the coverlets back to As Swanne and her ladies had done, so now these men, numbering among them Godwine and his sons Harold and Tostig, attended to Edward, divesting him of his jewels and apparel, and stripping him as naked as Caela. Then Godwine drew back the coverlets on Edward's side of the bed, and the king, his genitals pitifully white and shriveled in the coldness of the room, clambered into the bed and sat stiffly alongside Caela. |
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