Conquering Lazar

by Alta Hensley

  He pulled away slowly, leaving Elbi panting for more. She closed her eyes again and leaned forward, expecting him to kiss her again. When he didn't, she opened her eyes, confused. Malachi had worry washed over his face.

  "I need to know if you are all right. Briar told Donte that Mistress Tula was harsh in her administering of the enema."

  Elbi nodded. "I am fine. My bottom hole…" Her face grew hot and perspiration threatened to bead on the top of her lip. "I still sting a little bit."

  Malachi grabbed her shoulders gently. "Please allow me to examine you."

  Elbi almost choked on the air she had rapidly inhaled. "What?" Her face grew even hotter as she cleared her throat. "You want to examine me? My bottom hole?"

  Malachi nodded as he said, "To make sure there isn't any tearing. Donte did the same to Briar, and although she is tender, there is no damage. I need to make sure the same can be said of you."

  If there had been a hole to climb into, Elbi would have happily gone. Knowing that her friend Briar had just endured the same humiliation did not make her feel any better.

  "Go and lie on your stomach, on the bed. You should be more comfortable there."

  She did as he asked, just wanting to get this over with. She knew arguing would get her nowhere and the only thing it would do was prolong this embarrassment. She quickly walked to the room, and when she reached the end of the bed, she wondered whether she should remove her silks or not. No doubt he would have to move them out of the way anyway, so she decided to disrobe completely and crawl up onto the bed. She rested there a minute, listening for any sign of Malachi entering the room. When she heard his footsteps, she spread her legs a little wider, trying her best to be a good, submissive girl.

  He moved to the edge of the bed and reached for a pillow. "Lift up, and allow me to place this under your hips. It will make you more comfortable and assist me in seeing more clearly."

  She did as he asked, as a throng of butterflies fluttered their wings against her insides. Even though she wanted to bury her face into the mattress until this ordeal was over, her curiosity kept her eyes on Malachi as he went to the bedside table and pulled out a small glass jar. She knew it held lubricant; she had no doubt in her mind.

  He positioned his body behind her upturned bottom, opening her legs even further apart. Without pause, he spread her cheeks and began the examination.

  "If at any time this hurts, please let me know," he said, barely above a whisper.

  She just nodded as she felt his finger circle her anus.

  "Does that hurt at all?"

  "No, sir." In truth, it actually felt good. Her pussy throbbed with every gentle caress of his fingertip.

  "That is good. I do not see any tearing on the outside. I am going to press my finger past the puckered flesh. If it hurts, please tell me." She heard him open the jar of lube, and moments later, she felt the moist coolness of his slick finger touch her anus once again. "Ready?"

  She nodded. With her silent permission, Malachi pressed just barely past the opening. Only the tip of his finger breached her tender hole. He didn't move, allowing her to both physically and mentally adjust to the invasion.

  "Do you feel any discomfort?"

  She wondered if the juices leaking from her pussy would give away that his finger in her ass was giving her erotic pleasure rather than pain. "No, sir," she squeaked.

  Malachi began to circle his finger in her inner channel in a spiraling motion, slowly easing deeper as he moved his finger. "Do you feel any stinging as I do this?" He rubbed his finger along the ridged walls of her anus.

  She shook her head, breathless.

  "I'm going to go even deeper; I am going to press past the ring. If it hurts, please let me know." Without waiting for an answer, he pressed deeper, going beyond the second barrier.

  Signs of arousal trickled over her clit and mound. She couldn't help but spread her legs even wider and press her butt up against his hand. The action drove his finger in deeper, causing her to moan loudly against the most delicious invasion.

  "Pleasure or pain?" he asked, as he thrust his finger all the way in.

  She moaned louder and grabbed the sheets of the bed into her fists. "Pleasure, sir. Complete pleasure."

  Malachi removed his finger and quickly got off the bed. When Elbi turned to see why he had stopped, she found him undressing. Once naked, Malachi resumed his position, but this time he flipped her onto her back, thrusting a finger into her pussy.

  "How does this feel?" he asked huskily.

  A moan was her only answer.

  He added a second finger and pressed even deeper into her pussy. "And how does this feel?"

  She arched her back and moaned even louder.

  Keeping his fingers planted in her pussy, Malachi leaned forward and took her breast into his mouth. He sucked and nibbled as Elbi's pleasure grew. He pulled away from her pebbled nipple just enough to ask, "How does this feel?"

  She moaned even more, being rewarded by Malachi thrusting his fingers in and out of her pussy over and over again.

  "I want to fuck you," he growled as he took her other breast into his mouth with a little more force than the last time.

  "Yes, sir. Please," she begged.

  In one fluid motion he pulled his fingers out of her wet pussy and placed his cock at the entrance, applying pressure but not breaking past. He paused and looked into her eyes. "Are you a virgin, Elbi?"

  She nodded, suddenly scared that he would stop.

  "Will you allow me to claim you as mine?"

  She nodded again and smiled. "Yes, sir. Please."

  For the first time since their first kiss, Malachi placed his lips gently to hers. A slight buzz rang in her ears, and all she could do was open her lips slightly, allowing him access with his tongue. Malachi wasted no time and delved his tongue in, deepening the kiss. He applied a little more pressure with his cock at her pussy as he continued to kiss.

  After what felt like an everlasting embrace, he pulled away and whispered, "This will hurt for a moment. Cry out against my mouth."

  With that command, his lips once again crushing hers, Malachi pressed his cock all the way into her virginal pussy in one quick motion. There was a startling pop, followed by a biting pain. Elbi did as he ordered and cried out against his kiss, allowing him to swallow up her pain. He remained still once he was fully planted inside her.

  "Shhh… relax. The pain will subside in a few moments," he soothed.

  Yes, there was some pain, but the hunger for more overruled any other sensation. Elbi was the one to begin moving her hips in hopes of more. Malachi didn't need any further coaxing. He began to thrust his cock in and out of her welcoming pussy with a rhythm that almost hypnotized her. He lowered his finger to her clit and applied pressure as he circled around her nub. Her juices of arousal coated his dick, making each thrust of his cock wetter than the last.

  He nibbled on her neck and whispered, "Allow the sensations. Feel the pain, feel the pleasure, feel me as I claim what is, and always will be, mine."

  Over and over his cock pumped into her. The steady passion reminded her of a drum, beating her way to orgasm. She had imagined what this day would be like, but hadn't even come close to the pure ecstasy that coursed through her core. Pump after pump of his hard cock brought her closer and closer to a peak she knew she wanted to reach. And once she reached it… she jumped off into an explosion of pleasure that shook her body. A scream escaped her lips as it was met with a guttural moan from Malachi as he too jumped off that peak.

  As his seed spilled inside her body, she lay limp beneath his weight. Chills of pleasure danced along her skin, followed by the soft kisses of Malachi. She relished in what had happened, feeling alive, free, and for a brief moment… safe.

  Chapter Nine

  The sun broke over the horizon, casting a gauzy yellow glow over the earth beneath. Birds preened in their nest atop the house, their shrill chirp more than enough to wake her. Elbi was getting used to being up e
arly and, though her body screamed in defiance, the sunlight woke her nonetheless. She felt something warm over her hip, something heavy. Tilting her head, she glanced downward, seeing a tanned arm tossed over her. A smile graced her lips, her teeth scraping over them with a sigh. The night before had been perhaps the most amazing night of her entire life. He had been so sweet, so gentle with her, as if she'd been made of glass. She hadn't minded the pain much, he was her first, and that whisper soft touch had made it blissfully easy for her. Hardly a hint of pain had surfaced to mar the majesty of that moment—a moment she knew she'd remember forever.

  She reached down and gently removed his hand from her hip, sliding the cover down so she could sit up. Just as her cheek lifted from the pillow, she felt something wrap around her waist, pulling her back down, pressing her against that warm, hard chest. She couldn't help the smile that crossed her face, the little giggle that escaped her lips when she felt his kisses on her shoulder.

  "Good morning," she breathed, his touch sending a thrill through her that she struggled, in her inexperience, to hide.

  "Good morning." His voice sounded so smooth, so easy, so different than it had the day before when he'd been angry with Mistress Tula. "How did you sleep?"

  "Fine… I slept fine. I, uh, I am going to go make some breakfast." She wasn't ungrateful for how sweet he was being to her, quite the opposite in fact, but she was very confused about how to act the next morning, after sex. She pulled away from him, sitting up and seeing her silk where she'd left it lying the night before. She stood and dressed quickly, rushing from the room as her cheeks began to burn red, leaving him as fast as possible to hide her awkward embarrassment.

  As the smell of bacon and coffee assaulted her nose, her stomach growled to remind her of how little she'd eaten the night before, but she didn't worry about it right now. No, she had other things on her mind.

  At the sound of the bedroom door opening, Elbi looked over her shoulder to see Malachi casually leaning against the frame. His eyes were fixed on her, her every movements, he seemed to be mesmerized by her. She blushed at the silent attention.

  She offered a sheepish smile as the blush grew on her cheeks. "Breakfast will be finished soon."

  He nodded at her, starting towards the door without any hesitation. "I will be back shortly. I am going to inform Nico that the harem needs a day of rest from training. I do not want exhaustion to take over. Plus, Donte has items he needs to address, as do I. I won't be long, stay inside," he warned again before he disappeared out the door, leaving her standing alone.

  She desperately wanted to go outside and find Briar, but she couldn't risk it. She was dying to know what had happened with Donte and Mistress Tula, but if Malachi's concerns were well founded—well, she didn't want to die. She resigned herself to staying put. For now she would busy herself cleaning the place, and feeding him the best breakfast she could. She went right to work on the dishes, setting everything she'd cooked out on the table, before turning to the basin where a few dirty plates still lay. She searched the room for a bucket of water, but found none, much to her dismay.

  Elbi vaguely remembered seeing a well outside, near the door, and made up her mind, forgetting his warning in her haste, to go and get the water herself. She collected an empty bucket she found and opened up the door, stepping out into the little yard in front of the house. Her eyes took in the large desert dunes in the distance, silhouetted in the early morning sunlight, expanding as far as she could see.

  She found the well not too far from the door, and before very much time had passed, she had drawn herself up a bucketful of water that would be sufficient to clean the dishes inside the house. Hefting it up by the rope, which bit terribly into her delicate fingers, she carried it back inside the house, pausing only to collect a few desert flowers which were growing near the door to liven the place up.

  It was some time before he returned, a bit more tense than he'd been before he left, and obviously hungry. He didn't waste any time moving over to the table and making himself a plate, offering her a wide smile as she came to sit across from him, until he saw the flowers in her hand, which she was arranging in a little jar she'd found.

  "What are those?"

  "They're flowers," she replied with a smile, arranging them in the jar carefully, sprucing them a bit. "Aren't they lovely?"

  "I can see that they are flowers, but where did you get them?" he demanded, his voice carrying a sharp edge to it that made her tense up.

  "I… I found them. They were growing near the door."

  "Outside? You went out there by yourself? After I told you not to!" He slammed his fist down on the table hard enough to make her jump, standing up abruptly, obviously very upset that his only request had been so blatantly disobeyed.

  "I… I went to get some water… to wash the dishes. I didn't go far. I'm sorry. I—"

  He cut her off again, before she could finish. "Do you realize how dangerous that was? There wasn't a soldier guarding you. If a Jaden soldier had been hiding in the dunes, that would have been the perfect time to strike and kidnap you. I told you how important it was for you to stay inside," he growled. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath and lowered himself back down into the chair. "Do you understand how the thought of that terrifies me?" he asked, in a much calmer tone.

  Elbi wrung her hands in front of her. "You're right. I'm sorry. I guess I was enjoying playing house with you so much, I forgot that we are at war."

  "Forgetting such a thing will get you killed!" His deep voice caused her to jump. "This isn't the palace anymore. This is not a safe haven for you to have a momentary lapse." He stood up from his meal, walked toward her, and stopped mere inches from her face. She wanted to look at him, but her intimidation caused her to look at the ground, fidgeting with her hands in front of her.

  He stood there as if waiting for her to continue her excuse, but she had no reply. What could she say? She knew he was right, which just proved she wasn't meant to be in a battle-torn world. She had no chance of surviving.

  "Elbi…"

  She remained silent, not wanting to look into his disappointed eyes.

  "Do you stand there in silence in defiance? Are you angry at my zealous dictates?"

  She shook her head, but still remained silent as she stared at her bare toes peeking out from underneath her silks.

  "Look at me."

  She refused.

  "I said, look at me." He tilted her chin up with his finger until she was staring up into his eyes.

  His look of displeasure filled her with guilt. She wasn't a fighter, and now she couldn't even please a brother of Lazar with her harem skills. She had been groomed to be obedient, compliant, and certainly to follow the commands of a brother of Lazar. She had failed.

  "What has you in tears, Elbi? A simple scolding cannot have you so upset." She hadn't realized that tears were streaming down her face until that moment. "Are you afraid of me?" he asked, with concern in his voice.

  She shook her head.

  "Then what has you in tears? Answer me. I will not tolerate this act of silence any longer." Although his voice was firmer, there was still an underline of concern mixed with it.

  "I'm not meant to survive. I feel as if I should have died in the desert by the hand of General Rhys and saved the time of the inevitable."

  Malachi remained silent. Anger sizzled across his face as his eyes seemed to darken to an even deeper shade of brown.

  "What you require of us, I simply cannot do." She wiped her nose with the arm of her sleeve as she continued to cry, simple tears now turning into small sobs. "I'm scared, I'm weak, I'm lost!" she said, with a sob that shook her shoulders.

  Malachi pulled her gently against his chest, and held her firmly, soothing her until she dried her tears and sniffed back the last of her momentary breakdown. As he spoke, his voice reverberated against her ear. "That is what I am here for. If you are scared, I will protect you. If you are weak, I will make you strong. As for being lost… expl
ain that in more detail."

  She hesitated in answering him, not sure what she truly meant by that statement. Or more so, not knowing how to verbalize it.

  "Elbi…" The one word came clearly as a warning. She did not know Malachi well, but she knew enough to know his patience with her game of silence was wearing thin.

  She should have answered him. The harem girl in her should have… but she remained trapped in her own silence.

  Malachi pulled away enough so that he was able to start lowering her silks. "I have had enough of your disrespect. When I ask you questions, I expect the courtesy of an answer. You can answer me, or be punished for defiance."

  The harem girl should have answered right away and apologized for her behavior. But Elbi realized at that moment that the harem girl in her was what was lost.

  "Very well," he said, as he tugged at the knot holding her silk tight. Once that had been loosened, her clothing fell to the ground, exposing her completely. "You have made your choice."

  The harem girl in her should have responded with a 'yes, sir' but once again, she held her tongue. The harem girl was somewhere else… mislaid in the desert.

  "Since you have nothing to say to me, then maybe a trip over my lap will help you find your voice." He pulled her with him to a modest wooden chair by the table in the middle of the room, still covered with what should have been a pleasant breakfast. In one effortless motion, he draped Elbi across his knee, readying her body for a punishment.

  The harem girl in her should have submitted willingly, mentally preparing for the spanking in store. But that did not happen. Instead, she tensed and tried to get up. Her heart was beating so fast and hard, she almost wondered if it could be heard by Malachi. She was no stranger to discipline, submission and dominance. She knew how to be submissive… and yet… she didn't want to be.

  He pressed her back down firmly and trapped her legs between his, then grabbed both of her hands and pinned them behind her lower back with one of his. If she wouldn't willingly give her submission, he was clearly about to force it.