Viktor's voice.
Evriana's eyes opened.
"You know," he said, his voice warm, conversational, the voice of a man who was not done, "I always say your butthole is beautiful."
'Butthole.'
The word landed in Evriana's mind like a stone in a pond. The particular, vulgar, common, un-princess-like word that she had never heard spoken aloud and that was now being spoken by her nephew about a woman's anus.
"Please, Lord," Dara said. "Wait. It will hurt. I have just cleaned it."
Viktor twisted her.
His hands on Dara's hips, rotating her body. Dara's ass — the full, round, commoner ass that was softer and smaller than a bull-kin's but still substantial — twisted. The tight, used rim of her anal was visible — the dark, almond-colored ring that had been fucked before and was about to be fucked again.
He spread her ass cheeks.
