Chapter 7 #2
"Of course." She said as she rose and allowed the women to lead the way. As she walked behind them, she felt her thighs slicked with her desire. She needed him to finish what he’d started, and perhaps he’d planned it this way because now her desire outweighed her fear.
Her husband seemed to be a cruelly smart man.
“Here is Khaazai’s chamber.” One of the women from earlier in the night said as she opened the door and guided Zahra inside. “Come, we will prep you for your night with your new husband.”
Prepare her. Without Holly, Zahra figured she would simply have to wait and see what exactly they’d prepare her for. The women stepped forward and with quick hands stripped Zahra of her clothing.
“Umm.” Zahra covered herself with her hands. One arm over her breasts and one hand covering the juncture between her legs.
“Hands by your side.” One of the women commanded her.
Hesitantly, Zahra lowered her hands to her sides. She’d been naked in front of other women before, but normally she knew them on some sort of intimate level like family or friends or fellow soldiers. It was difficult being naked in front of strangers.
One of the women grabbed a palm-sized pot while the other went around the room lighting small calderas with a smoking stick of some kind. Then she turned off the lights so the only light came from the small flickering calderas around the room.
Then the other woman approached and dipped her hand in the pot.
She then ran her fingertip over Zahra’s naked flesh.
Holding still, she let the woman draw on her.
She needed to adhere to their culture. Her family didn’t have too many practices.
Her parents had simply signed papers when they were married.
Quick and easy and simple. She remembered asking her mother when she’d been a young girl, thinking it would be some fairytale story.
Once the woman finished, she backed up to examine her work. “We would recommend you pleasure yourself. Would you like to do so now?”
“Umm, with you in the room?” Zahra frowned. No thanks, she wanted to yell, but kept those thoughts inside her mind.
“When we leave, you will be unable to pleasure yourself.”
“Why not?” Zahra asked with a slight suspicion flooding her mind.
The women led her over to the sunken bed. One of them jumped in and showed her the shackles. There were four. Two for her feet and two for her wrists.
“Is this normal?” Zahra asked as her heart leapt into her throat. She would be tied down and vulnerable for Khaazai, a man she didn’t know, to do whatever. Was it too late to back out? Why did a sense of excitement pulse through her at the idea of being tied down?
“Come.” The woman standing in the bed coaxed her down. “Come down here. We need to prepare you before he arrives.”
“Okay.” Zahra said, as she climbed into the bed and then laid down as directed. The woman beside her shackled her ankles and wrists and then climbed out.
“May you be well pleasured tonight.” They both said before they sprinkled something over her that smelled floral, and then left.
Zahra had no idea how much time passed as she waited, but when she heard the door to the room slide open, she strained against her restraints as she tried to peer over the wall of the bed.
She heard someone walking around the room and apprehension began to trickle through her. Did she call out or stay silent?
Then a dark shadow suddenly appeared above her, and her eyes widened as she recognized Khaazai and his glowing blue eyes standing above her in the dimly lit room.
Her eyes dropped and noticed in the flickering light that he’d stripped down, and she watched in fascination as his cock slipped out of a slit in his lower region.
It was hard and curled towards his abdomen, and it appeared slick in the firelight.
Not a human cock.
“Khaazai?” Zahra questioned and was shocked to hear the slight tremor in her voice. She was completely out of her element and none of her military training could help her in this sexual position she currently found herself in.
Khaazai jumped into the sunken bed, and her heart once more lurched into her throat. “I have imagined this moment since I saw you on the battlefield.” Khaazai growled hotly, his voice deep and rumbly.
And then he was on top of her, his weight pressing her into the soft mattress under her back. The head of his cock brushed over her clit and her body arched, still excited from what he’d done to her earlier in the night.
“Why me?” Zahra whispered in the flickering dark.
“Why did I choose you rather than some random human?”
“Yes.” She breathed as his clawed fingertips found her nipple and plucked at the sensitive nub.
“Or one of your kind.” She added as her brain tried to think of what to say, what to ask him.
“You saved me, showed a bravery I have seen in very few people, and I knew you would be the perfect match for me in every way.” His long tongue licked across her nipple, and Zahra strained against the restraints, but they didn’t allow her much of any movement.
She cried out, twisting against the cuffs as he switched from one nipple to the other. Then he eased his way down her body, almost seeming to follow one of the lines the women had drawn over her skin, with his tongue.
He reached her thighs, and then his tongue licked up her slick slit.
She tensed and then moaned as he teased her clit with the tip of his tongue.
Then his tongue moved back down and slowly pierced her hot flesh, spreading her, and she briefly wondered how long his tongue might be.
But he didn’t leave her much time to wonder when his tongue rubbed against her g-spot and her mind blanked.
Her hips bucked, rising and allowing him better access to her center as he tongued her.
Khaazai groaned against her flesh. With a growl, he ripped his face away from her and then crawled over her, his hard chest brushing against her, and her taut nipples seemed to strain towards him in eagerness.
“Are you ready to take my seed?” Khaazai whispered hotly in her ear. “To be my wife in all ways. To bear my children?”
Children. Her eyes darted to his. Did he truly believe they could have children? She wasn’t so sure, which was why she hadn’t cared whether she stayed off birth control as they’d asked her.
He didn’t leave her a chance to answer him.
His large clawed hands wrapped around her waist, lifted her as much as the restraints would allow, and positioned his cock at her entrance.
She felt his hot wet flesh touch her, and she knew she would need to see his cock in the light someday. Examine it with her hands and mouth.
Then Khaazai thrust his hips forward, entering her, his thick cock stretching her wide.
She lifted her gaze and found his glowing eyes trained on her face.
Even though she was no virgin, a bit of pain sizzled through her as he continued to press into her tightness.
One of his hands released her hip and wrapped around her neck, squeezing slightly, and she moaned right before he shoved forward, driving himself to the hilt.
Zahra gasped at the intrusion, but he began moving in a fast rhythm and soon her body warmed, and she heard her hearty pants echoing in the darkness around them. This was no exploratory or romantic lovemaking. No. This was fucking. A claiming. And she loved every moment of it.
None of her previous boyfriends had caused her heart to thunder like this doing their bed play. It was thrilling and showed her just what she’d been missing. Her head thrashed, and he tightened his grip on her neck. Her vision blurred, and she felt her orgasm approach.
“Perfect.” Khaazai growled. “You feel so good wrapped around me. Gripping me so tightly.”
“Yes.” Zahra cried out as his hips slammed into her, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh filling her ears. She felt her body squeeze all around him as a flood of liquid poured from her, easing his movements inside her, and she knew in the morning, she might have a bit of a wobble to her walk.
“Khaazai!” Zahra cried out as stars flew across her vision. She could have sworn his blue eyes glowed brighter when she said his name, but she was far too gone to think much on it.
“Fuck, yes, Zahra!” Khaazai groaned as her flesh clenched around his length, coaxing him to his own completion.
And then he fell over the side with her, his seed spurting deep inside her.
His thrusts turned slow and deep, pulsing straight into her as she threw her head back, enjoying the feel of his hand around her throat.
And then it faded into after sex bliss and she blinked up at him, a lazy smile on her face.
Khaazai released her neck and then rose, his cock sliding out of her. “I will never let you go. Never.” He promised darkly into the flickering light. Her heart sped up, and she vowed silently that she’d leave in one year.