The Duke's Kamasutra

The Power of his Voice

„What?" I ask confused.

„Close your eyes." I obey him and his smooth baritone enthralls me like a sensual composition. I am glad that the wall supports my back as my legs feel somewhat week. „Focus on my voice. Just listen as you would listen to a song. There is a melody and there are lyrics. Take a deep breath and exhale with the songs rhythm."

I relax against the wall as I concentrate on my breathing. My awareness for sounds rises and I hear the slight rustling of his coat as he silently moves to my right.

„Imagine the vocabulary in the Kamasutra. Some words you know and some you don't. But you, my dear, want to understand them as you feel the importance of their sound. You want to feel them to caress your ears, to join your mind, to create the perfect composition of pictures and sounds in your memory. Now remember how the third part of the Kamasutra advises a groom to create confidence in a newlywed girl. To eat, bath and listen to music for ten days, nothing more. Then they change to a secret place and he speaks to her with soft, tender words to lessen her worries."

I listen attentively to his speech and imagine an indian girl and boy. But my inner eye blurs to to a picture of myself with the duke, standing beside me in this library, speaking his soft words I can hear in real terms. A restlessness starts in my core and my breathing accelerate. He chuckles darkly.

„But what should the groom talk with his spouse, the girl having no experience with sexual congress? How should he prepare her for the complete invasion of her personal space? Because his goal in the end is a sexual relationship, isn't it my dear? The completest invasion of personal space there is. So, what should he say? "

„I don't know, I'm at a loss for words" I whisper.

„And that is why he has to name congress and its synonymes. Because an intimate couple can't be of a loss for words, can't they? They have to confess they deepest  desires to each other to reach carnal bliss. Do you know any synonymes they could use, my dear?" he breathes in my ear.

„A sexual act or carnal knowledge?" I reply hesitantly and turn my head in his direction. I feel him exhale an amused breath as the air caresses my lips.

„I should have known that you are aware of the definition of the law, miss Bentley" he answers amused. „But instead of a cold courtroom, imagine living animals in heat: A stallion mounting a mare, rutting her pelvis, a boar copulating with a sow, fiercly clenching his buttocks before spilling his enormous amount of seed into her. The dog hanging to its bitch for half an hour, not beeing able to evade their ecstatic coupling? Or the buck, doing a quick romp on a ewe, falling off and nearly fainting after he's spent his load? Shouldn't the groom tell his bride all about nature's carnal displays, Miss Bentley? Wouldn't that drive her into arousal to accept his member in her chalice?"

I am unable to tear away from his mindfucking voice, beginning to feel faint myself. I have an urge to press my legs together and clench my pelvic floor. But instead of a relief, those muscles throb even more and I close my fists to endure this burn from within, taking deep breaths.

„But let us strengthen our human vocabulary instead" he continues relentlessly. „How do people talk about the act of sexual intercourse, my dear? Shall we try an angelic approach? A man laying with a woman, bedding her, making love to her, wanting to procreate, to mate. But in being intimate with her, he nevertheless acts out his animalistic urges in putting his penis into her vagina. You certainly know those terms? Knowing how a penis and a vagina look like? Certainly you sneaked a peek in a forbidden anatomy book, Miss Bentley?"

I press my fists to my belly and I cant suppress the deep moan escaping my throat.

He chuckles darkly and continues „but devils breed as well, my dear. They screw, they shag, they fornicate every vulva, every pussy they can find with their John Thomas. They boast with the size of their phallus, wanting to plunge their cock into the next best cunt, rub that quim with their dick, hump as many muffs, as many snatches as they can score. Can you see those devils fooling around? Can you hear them riding a rhyhtm with slurping sounds, banging those holes with their poles, Miss Bentley?"

My legs begin to tremble and I start to hyperventilate. I feel a trickle between my thighs.

„Can you see those women tremble in ecstasy as you tremble now? Do you hear their moans? Their cries: Fuck me with your dick, lover! Harder! ride my beaver! Fill my crack! Do me!... Such dirty words, Miss Bentley."

I convulse and flee out the door while hearing his broad laughter. I have to get out of this madhouse.

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