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brought tears to her eyes.
    Agthar made her lay back on the slanted table until she
was resting comfortably.
    Tumira immediately dove between her legs and began
pinching the fold of flesh above her clit. Jenya, though not embarrassed, felt
uneasy at the familiarity the nurse showed with her virgin parts.
    “Right here,” the nurse said softly, more to herself than
to Jenya.
    Agthar tried to distract Jenya by holding out the tiny
bell that would soon be permanently attached to her. “Isn’t it lovely?”
    Jenya, reaching out to touch it with her fingertips, had
to admit it was. The bell was no more than a calabon in length—maybe even a
little shorter. The delicate jewelry was hand-crafted in mindira, the rare,
yellow-white metal mined in the Pincarn region. A narrow ring made with a
sturdier mindira alloy allowed the bell to swing freely. Jenya held it up and
listened to its soft but clear tinkle.
    “It’s beautiful,” Jenya breathed. She began to relax a
little, possibly from the drink or the knowledge that this exquisite piece of
jewelry would soon be hers.
    Agthar took the tiny bell from her fingers and jingled it
once again, and Jenya watched, fascinated.
    “Ow!” A sudden pain startled her. Jenya tried to jump up,
but the straps held her down.
    “There, it’s nearly done,” Tumira announced.
    Jenya looked down between her legs to see a needle poking
through both sides of the flesh above her clitoris. In a flash, Tumira removed
it and replaced it with the bell that Agthar handed her, threading the ring
through the flesh and locking the tiny pin home.
    “All done.” The nurses stood back.
    Jenya, amazed at how quickly they had worked, stared at
her new jewelry. There was very little pain now. Tentatively, she reached down
and flicked the bell and noticed right away how the delicate rim of the bell
bounced against her skin, just below her clit. For a moment, she thought the
nurses placed it too low, then was startled to see her clit peek its little head
out from underneath its hood.
    She flicked the bell again, and now the rim just touched
her expanding clit. The sensations, though subtle, aroused her.
    Now she knew why those other girls had looked so
satisfied. It had taken a few days for the soreness to dissipate, but the
pleasure the bell gave her had been worth it.
    Jenya smiled at the memory as she stood next to Rydah’s
desk. She moved her hips, letting the bell bounce softly against her clit. Her
nether lips parted in anticipation, although she remained a little nervous.
Jenya watched as her lord copied the remaining few pages quickly. His
penmanship was neat and although she couldn’t read the writing, she believed
the documents were important.
    Rydah came to the last page and finished it hurriedly, not
even starting over when he made a slight error. He simply covered it up with a
bolder stroke of his pen and moved on. It would be good enough for the priests
of Zandir, he decided.
    Sighing, he put down his pen and checked the time. Just ten lapars before the courier would arrive. He debated mating with Jenya first. Ten lapars would be plenty of time to plant his seed. Still, it seemed rushed, even for
him. He decided to wait.
    But that didn’t mean he couldn’t fondle her.
    He wrapped up the pages for transport, then slipped them
into a bluta-skin bag.
    “Slave, come with me.” He led her to the couch, then sat,
bringing her between his knees. She stood stiffly, clearly apprehensive.
    “Relax,” he said gently. “I’m waiting for a courier. I just
want to touch you until he arrives.”
    She nodded and looked down at his hands. Her skin seemed hot
to his touch. Was she in breeding mode now? Most Damons who took breeders
simply mated with them daily to ensure they became pregnant.
    He touched her skin, amazed that this young breeder was now
his. She inhaled slightly and he felt her breasts swell to his soft touch. By
Rand, they felt good to him! As he watched, stroking her gently, her