<em>Will always desire to pleasure the other while I take the other.</em>Right. He was a man, he just wanted his dick wet.  She'd been exposed to how men really thought, though she'd known it before she'd just tempered it with the ideal that a man could be satisfied and love one woman wholly.  Men wanted pleasure even if it was a woman's pain to give it. This one wanted to break two women's hearts for his pleasure. She didn't think that he'd be all that giving. Gifts, sure, maybe. Fine items. But sexually he'd be able to handle one and then he'd go to sleep.  One of them would always be left frustrated. The sounds of sex when two people were mutually enjoying something were very arousing… though she had to admit that there were times when some women had gotten their just desserts that she'd gotten aroused though she wouldn't ever do so out loud.  She didn't understand what he meant about all of them feeling the same way. How many women did the bastard desire? Men were selfish.<br/><br/>While her body was bashful it was more than that. If he was displeased for any reason with everything being so fragile, and Aisha saw that… she didn't know if she would survive it. She knew how to fuck but that didn't mean that Tarkus liked his ass tickled with a feather.  He might not like some of the cruder things that she'd been forced to do either. Not everyone liked a tongue in the ass and yet so many did… her mind reeled with examples.  And… also… she really had no desire to make Aisha feel inadequate if she did do things right and he praised her expressly.  Her emotions rolled and boiled, one part of her wanted to rip this man from the woman's clutches, another part wanted to walk away. A third part wanted to co-exist peacefully and try to have a life where she had simple things that she could tell Aisha took advantage of. Food and sleep, mostly.  A soft bed. Fresh water.  Not being made to drink piss or… she cut her thoughts off there, they were far too painful to relive. Especially if she was going to try to not cry when he touched her or fight him. Or cringe. Or stiffen like he was a devil.<br/><br/>Train him? Yeah. She had a feeling that it wasn't going to be that pleasurable for her, especially with Aisha hating her and likely thinking she was planning to steal her man. As if. Oh really, Alicia? Oh really! She turned her face away from Aisha's when he pushed her head over his shoulder, moving further over to the side and really wanting to move on out of the room. The thought of sharing just disgusted her; there were so many things she'd experienced while 'sharing' and she really didn't want to go there again.  She felt like a third wheel. She<em>was</em>a third wheel in an already established relationship. Less than half a year and she'd gone from being happily in love and married to being a fuck toy. Brilliant.<br/><br/>The woman didn't seem to mind at all being pulled closer, being fucked by the Prince.  She supposed that she didn't blame her. How could she be okay with just being done in public? Then again… she didn't know what the Prince's delights were; what got him off.  She didn't really want to watch them getting it on and would have backed off but for the prince's bloody insistent hand, groping her.  So many emotions overloaded her mind that it made it hard to handle them. She scoffed mentally at herself, calling herself weak and a pussy. She'd been through so many things and she was finding<em>this</em>hard to deal with? She was finding the thought of this woman's pussy juice on his cock going near her mouth or crotch offensive?  Ass to mouth was one thing but ass to mouth was different when it wasn't your own ass and she'd been through that and lived to tell about it.  She needed to grow up. She could handle this even if she didn't like it.<br/><br/>Would the rest of her life forever be her being belittled as she'd been treated for the past while? Was it always going to be the same way?  She didn't think that she could take much more… there was a limit to her stretching and bending. One day she would break.<br/><br/>Layla prayed to her Gods that he would come, that he would hurry and burst and just let her go to bed. At this point she didn't care if she had to go to bed hungry; she just wanted away from the moaning, groaning couple!<br/>