I scream.
He’s too big to fit.
My pussy feels like it’s being ripped apart.
Vahan
I pin her down with my weight so she won’t escape me. My mind is so hot and cloudy that I barely control myself.
Her cunt is so tight that it’s almost painful. I’ve never had such a tight woman. It’s true what they say about foreigners. They’re tiny. They give a man the ultimate pleasure.
Yes, this wild punnica will give me a lifetime of pleasure. I will punish her. I will dominate her. I will wreck her.
I don’t want anything other than being inside her in life. I want the pain sharpening her face, her body arching beneath mine, her desperate gasps.
I feel her fingers dig into my neck, nails tearing my skin.
It feels so good.
I’m all unstoppable elemental need. I’m all need to fuck her raw. My need to give her pain and then to give her ecstasy.
I kiss her tenderly then I thrust into her.
Everything inside me is dark and hot. Primal and merciless. I fuck her harder as her body rocks beneath mine and her whimpers bring me to the brink.
I slide my hand between our sweaty bodies and search for her clitoris. I stroke her swollen nub with my finger until her muscles tense up and she screams her satisfaction. Her cunt contracts around my cock. I pound into her. My balls tighten, heat shoots to my toes, and I cum, moaning my pleasure. Blackness fills my head.
Alyssa
His body trembles against mine. His heavy breath puffs on my cheek. His lips search for mine. We kiss like we’ve been lovers for eternity. He pulls out of me and rolls me on my side so my back rests against his chest. I can’t move. My body is all pain. My whole bottom is pulsating like a knife has sliced it.
Vahan kisses my shoulder and a tingle spreads across my skin. I shiver in anticipation despite the pain in my pussy.
“You’re bleeding,” he says as contentment seeps into his voice.
Yes, I feel sticky between my thighs. “What did you expect?”
He grazes my chin and bites my earlobe, growling. “Mine.”
His mouth covers mine, and I shiver again. Heat surges through me. I don’t know whether I hate him or love him, whether it’s something else. It’s hazy, insane. Primal. I crave his touch. I crave his lips to mould to mine.
He lifts himself and pulls me into his arms, carrying me bridal style out of the bedroom. We move along a narrow corridor and it gets hotter and hotter on our way. The corridor descends and I see steps. We go through an arched passage to another room, which is a bathroom with a rectangular pool. It’s about twenty steps wide and fifty steps long. Steam rises from the green water. Colourful mosaic adorns the walls as marble pillars give the interior the air of ancient elegance. Torches burn in the corners and their swish blends with the delicate murmur of the water. I think of the ancient Greece, of the Roman Empire, of fairy tales.
Vahan sits on the edge of the pool and flops into the water. Heat envelops me, almost burning my skin. Vahan settles himself on the step below the water surface and holds me on his lap. My virginal blood tints the water in delicate streaks around us for a moment. His lips touch mine. His tongue strokes mine and his hot breath merges with mine.
I feel his hand stroking my breast gently then harder as his fingers roll my nipple. His hard cock throbs against my lower back.
“The minerals from the water will help you heal,” he says.
Yes, the smell rising from the water surface brings an impression of a hot spring to my mind.
I roll my eyes. “Right. There must have been at least a hundred poor little virgins in this pool before me.”
I freeze. I’m exhausted, but that shouldn’t strip me of my intelligence. Sarcasm is not allowed when you are someone’s property.
“Don’t think about it,” Vahan says, his voice as cold as an iceberg in the Arctic.
Vahan
She has no right to ask me about my past.
She has no right to be jealous.
Yet, I want to erase my past so I could tell her I was only for her. So I could tell her I’d always been only for her. There were whores, noble women and others before her. No virgins though. I don’t wreck women like other men of my race. My father didn’t either. He bought my mother, fucked her and married her on the same night. He never freed her though. But she had more freedom than any other free woman.
I don’t want Alyssa to be jealous.
And I want. It would mean that she stopped hating me.
I plant my feet on the bottom of the pool and straighten then lower my body so the water reaches up to Alyssa’s neck. She drops her head back and washes her hair in a chaotic motion. Her hands are shaky from exhaustion.
A splash diverts my attention. I raise my eyes, and I see naked Dardana immerse herself into the water at the opposite end of the pool.
I clench my teeth. I wasn’t clear enough.
Dardana swims towards us, dives underwater then emerges in front of us.
She wipes the moisture away from her face and sweeps her hair down her back. Her cold eyes slide over Alyssa. Her lips curl into a smile.
“This is what it’s all about,” she says. “We don’t have such large tits as foreigners.” She raises her hand and runs the back of it down Alyssa’s cheek.
My little bird shivers in my arms.
Chapter 9
Alyssa
I’m scared of her. She smiles like she’s an angel, but she is as deadly as arsenic. She runs her palm down my arm, lowers her head and presses her lips against mine. Her tongue parts my lips and touches mine delicately. Her fingers brush against my breast.
She tears her mouth off mine and glances up at Vahan. “So, what do you think, my Lord?”
“You like it, Alyssa?” Vahan asks and looks down at me.
I can’t read from the rigidness of his face whether he desires this or not.
I don’t.
I don’t want Dardana’s poisonous lips to touch mine again even though she kisses expertly. I know she hates me. I just learned the reason for her hatred. I’m like a wall between her and Vahan, a wall she wants to remove. She wants him more than anything, and her desire for him is visible in her furious eyes.
Surprisingly, I don’t want her to touch Vahan either.
Vahan
I’ve been with two women before. I’ve been with three women. I liked it. Dardana has always been very inventive in bed. We had fun together, but that’s over. I didn’t promise her more and I was very clear about it.
I don’t want anybody to touch my precious little gem—no man and no woman is allowed to lay their hands on her. Nobody. Ever.
But, I don’t want her to be unhappy either. A flutter goes through my heart.
If my little flower likes women, I want to give her women. I’ll give her whatever she desires.
“You like it, Alyssa?” I repeat.
“No,” she says timidly.
Relief washes over me.
I look at Dardana. “Don’t ever touch her again.”
Alyssa wraps her arms around my neck and lifts herself. Her lips brush against my ear.
“Tell her to go away,” she whispers. “I don’t want her to touch you.”
She makes me so absolutely happy, my beautiful little flower.
She’s mine. Only mine.
And I’m only hers.
Alyssa kisses my cheek as her hand reaches down and her fingers close around my hard cock. An electric current shoots down my spine and my toes curl.
“Go away,” I say to Dardana. “I’m busy.”
Dardana moves back, and I see rage in her eyes.
I have to get rid of her as soon as I find someone to replace her. She’s a perfect soldier and she’s useful to me where my male soldiers aren’t. She’s always been a perfect spy. But, I can manage without her.
Alyssa and I are the only occupants of the pool so I rearrange her body in my arms. Her thighs wrap around my wa
ist and she presses her soft lips against mine.
“You danced with me,” she says as curiosity and fear mix in her sweet voice.
“Yes, I did.”
She inhales deeply as though she wants to ask me more questions, but I crush her lips with mine and then I step out of the pool. I lay her on the blankets spread by the edge, crawl on top of her and drive my cock into her sweet and hot cunt. I bury myself inside her to the root.
She yelps into my mouth and jerks her body away, but I immobilise her underneath my frame.
I love her yelps.
I love her like mad.
I love her sweet hole.
Alyssa
My body craves his.
When did that happen?
I’m burning. My core is all burning pain. My blood is all sizzling desire. My skin is all hyperawareness.
My lips seek his. My hands move in a groping frenzy and I touch his buttocks, pushing and urging him to give me pain and then to give me pleasure.
It pleases him. I can hear his contentment in every growl his mouth lets out.
He rolls us over so he lies on his back and I’m on top of him, straddling his hips.
I freeze and cover my face with my hands.
I’ve never fucked a man before.
I feel exposed. Embarrassed by my lack of experience.
Vahan takes my wrists and uncovers my face, bunching my hands behind my back. His hand travels to my chest, and he strokes my breast. His fingers twist my nipple. I drop my head back and moan with pleasure.
Vahan
I brace her slender waist with my hands and move her up and down my cock. Pain mixes with pleasure on her face.
It always will.
Her breasts wave and droplets of water are shining on her skin like gems. They form thin streams, as I move her.
Gods of the Continent, what a delicious view.
I sit up as my mouth covers hers and I move her faster on my cock.
Her ragged breath blends with mine, and that fills my veins with dark need. I grind her bottom against my hips then tumble her down on her back and plough her.
Her screams echo in the pool as her body rocks beneath mine. My sense of control evaporates without a trace. I fuck her so hard her nails pierce my back. She comes, trembling and screaming. I come just after her.
There’s a pleasant haze in my head then a sense of goodness surges through me.
I steady my breath and carry her to the bedroom.
As I enter it, I see that Vosgi is changing the bedding. She looks at Alyssa with concern—my little bird is still shivering in my arms.
“Hurry,” I growl. “She’s tired.”
Vosgi smoothes her hand over the duvet and pillows and I lay Alyssa on the bed. She curls up into a ball.
“Bring some food later,” I say.
“I will,” Vosgi says and shoots me a stern glance. Yes, a stern glance and then she nods several times like I’m five. “She’s still bleeding.”
“She’ll be fine,” I say.
“She’s going to bear your children, my Lord.” She nods as her lips form a line.
“Alright,” I growl. “Now, get out.”
Vosgi leaves the bedroom and I lie down beside Alyssa.
I’ve never been this happy in my life.
“What does that all mean?” my little treasure asks in a raspy voice.
I pull her to me and lay her on my chest so her beautiful tits are pressed against my pecs. “Sleep. You need a good rest.” I stroke her back up and down until she drops off to oblivion.
I put my forearm on my forehead.
She’ll be anointed my wife as soon as possible. She’ll give me sons and daughters.
She’ll give me joy.
Alyssa shudders in her dream and squeaks like a frightened animal.
“Hush, baby girl,” I say. “You’re safe with me.”
Alyssa
Kendy wakes me and Vosgi sticks a mug of herbal tea under my nose.
“Where is Vahan?” I ask as I sit up on the bed.
“In the vineyards,” Kendy says.
“Drink it,” Vosgi says.
I hold the mug and take a sip. The nauseating taste of it makes me retch.
“What is this stuff?” I gasp.
“The herbs for making you more fertile,” Kendy says.
My heart skips a beat. “I’m not planning to have any children.”
“Alyssa,” Kendy says and shakes her head. “You’re really lucky. He is a good man. He is handsome. He is madly in love with you. You have to give him children.”
“He’s softened with you,” Vosgi says. “He’s happier now.” She nods. “He’ll be more lenient for us.”
“Ah, so this is why you’re so genuinely interested,” I say.
Kendy nudges my chest with her elbow. “We want you to be his wife. You’ll stand for us.”
“But before I do this, I have to get back to work,” I say.
Vosgi pulls my arm, pointing her finger to a portable bathtub so I crawl off the bed and immerse myself into the warm water scented with herbs. My whole bottom is sore. I’m dizzy for a moment. The girls help me bathe then I dress and go to Yasen. He greets me with a warm smile and opens two books for me.
“You know the alphabet,” he says. “You know the numbers. Check out the account books.” He strokes my head like I’m his granddaughter. “Correct all the errors.” He nods like life is funny to him and he walks off.
Soon I hear him snoring. The raspy sound is drifting to me from behind one of the bookcases.
Right. Yasen must really think that I know everything I should know. He just pretends he’s interested in my progress, but the truth is I’m in charge here now. Okay. I can do this. Except the pages of the account book look like a never-ending flow of hieroglyphs. I’m going to mummify in this library.
I sit on the floor, cross-legged, as the light seeping from the garden casts streaks on the text. My brain starts to boil as I try to figure out the pattern. There is no pattern. There is a fucking maze of numbers.
I stretch my neck muscles. Thoughts float through my head. What if he made me pregnant? I like children, but I can’t have children here. I’d have to stay in this hell forever. That’s not the plan.
I’m an Earth citizen. I fucking can’t live on this wild planet. My hands start to shake.
Vosgi brings food later this afternoon and looks at me with concern. I nod at her and return to my task.
Then I go to Yasen and tear him out of his nap. I flood him with questions—about words, numbers, and scribbled notes. He kind of answers my questions, half-aware, half asleep.
It seems like their language is not very difficult—the grammar resembles English. Yasen’s notes are very intriguing to me as a law student.
Vahan
I shake her arm and her sleepy eyes slide over me. Books are scattered around her and ink covers her cheek.
“There’s at least five errors in the tax calculations,” she mumbles as I slide my arms under her back and knees and scoop her up.
“Fix it,” I say.
“I—“
“Tomorrow.”
I’m not good at taxes. She’s good at taxes so she can fix this for me.
I carry her to my bedroom.
I’ve missed her so much.
She smells of dust, ink and her own musk. I smell of soil, plants and sweat. My dick aches to be inside her.
“The customary laws,” she murmurs.
“Later.”
I lay her on the bed and tear the dress off her. She curls up into a ball, so deliciously naked for me. I strip and put her on all fours. Her hair waves like a waterfall.
Alyssa
He kneels behind me, spreads my ass cheeks and runs his fingers up and down my crack. Embarrassment burns inside me as his thumb circles my tight hole. Vahan grunts and drives his cock into my pussy. Pain claws at me like previously. I gasp as my shoulders dip. It burns like hell.
I feel his enor
mous hands on my hips and he goes deeper. His primal growl fills my ears.
“So fucking tight,” he rasps.
He pulls me up, his arm crossing over my chest. Our lips meet. He smells like a man. I taste salt from his mouth as his facial hair scratches my skin, causing it to sting.
His fingers brush against my nipple. “Did you miss me, Alyssa?”
“I was busy reading your account books.” A gasp follows my every word.
He bites my earlobe then grips the back of my neck and pushes down so my cheek rests against the pillow. My ass is in the air and I’m impaled on his cock.
He thrusts into me hard, goes deeper and deeper like he wants to punish me.
I clutch the sheets, whimpering. There is pain until there is also pleasure. I drown into this intoxicating mix of sensations and Vahan stops moving. He pulls his cock out of my pussy and slides a finger into me.
“Good, my little treasure?” he asks.
“It hurts,” I gasp, but my pussy clenches around his finger.
I want more. My need is shaky and elemental and I’m all desire for being punished.
He pumps his finger in and out then runs it up to my other opening. I stiffen as he inserts the fingertip into my tight hole, causing me a sting of pain.
I lock my elbows and turn my face to his. His eyes are burning with lust—predatory and violent like an erupting volcano.
“I don’t want,” I say.
“Why?” he asks, sliding his finger in knuckle deep.
I hiss in pain. “I… never…”
The fire in his eyes makes me shrink into myself.
“Alyssa,” he says softly.
He wraps his arm around my waist and we lie on our sides, facing the same direction.
Our lips meet and he kisses me tenderly as his finger goes deeper into my tight hole. It feels foreign and unnatural. I’m don’t know whether I like it or not.
“I will be gentle,” he says. His hot lips caress my neck as his finger touches my mound and he strokes my clitoris. “You belong to me. The whole of you. Your every hole.”
He continues to stretch my tight hole with one finger, massaging my clit with his thumb.
I moan as flutters of pleasure radiate from my pussy. “I know.”
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