Graham: Training the Earth-Born Lord

When Graham had learned that the Church Councilman's daughter would be his instructor, he hadn't expected Carila to be sex personified. From the dark waves of hair that cascaded around her thighs to the breasts, as good as uncovered in the skin-tight blue dress, to the length of her tan legs; she was beautiful. And, every move she made had him lusting for her all the more.

Carila raised an eyebrow, reminding him that she had asked a question.

Graham scanned his eyes over the room, the same room the doorway had brought him to. Again, the portraits caught his eye—and wrecked havoc on his libido. "Who are these people? They are obviously very important."

"Ah... A good place to start. The male is Mag, the king of the gods. He personifies laws, justice, vengeance, vows and duty. The female is Fion. She is the goddess of love, mercy, healing, and family. She is Mag's mate."

"Your..." Graham took a deep breath. "You display portraits of your gods..." He motioned to a portrait of Mag licking at Fion's clit. The enjoyment on both of their faces was captured with remarkable clarity.

Carila chuckled. "You will find that much of Keen culture stems from our intensely sexual natures. Why should we not embrace what our gods made us? Surely, you have a healthy sexual appetite."