I will have something to tell Soren after all! Sillara slid her hands up along Konas's back, feeling the ripple of his muscles beneath the white linen tunic he wore.
“Let's set up shelter, Sillara.” Konas's voice was rough-edged, more a growl than speech. “I need you.”
Sillara's tears dried. “Then hurry, for your wife is still a virgin, a most improper state for a matron.”
Konas groaned and pressed his lips to hers, slipping his tongue inside her mouth, tasting her. His thrusting, searching tongue put Sillara in mind of Merieke's, and she opened her mouth wider, allowing him deeper. A hunger woke in Sillara, an eager desire that was like an ache in her middle. Ever since Merieke had touched her breast, desire had smoldered in Sillara, desire to enjoy and be enjoyed, to touch and to be touched, and now all her desires were about to be fulfilled. She slid her hands up into Konas's golden hair and ran her fingers through its silken strands.
“My goddess, my wife.” Konas cupped the roundness of her ass, and his cock pressed almost painfully against Sillara's belly.
“Will you take me here on the sand?” asked Sillara, and as she locked her gaze with Konas, she wondered if he understood that that would actually please her. She wanted to be desired, desired uncontrollably without thought for the cost, and she pushed against him, grinding her aching pussy against his engorged cock.
“Oh, I would love to,” said Konas. “But it would be most uncomfortable for you, my love. I want your first time to be unforgettable.”
Sillara pulled him down to her mouth, and she kissed him with a fervor that had him gasping. She was glad at that moment that Konas was an orgy-master, for she was hungry for everything; everything Soren had ever told her of, she wanted, and she hoped that Konas could give it to her.
Konas responded as Sillara had hoped, by unfastening her dress and taking her breasts in his hands. He looked down into her face, and his eyes were heavy with lust, glowing with love.
“Just a taste,” said Sillara, pushing on his shoulders.
He dropped to his knees there in the sand, and he wrapped his arms around her bare flesh. His cheek was against her hairless mound, and Sillara caught a whiff of her own arousal. Then Konas turned his mouth toward her aching pussy and kissed her lips. The soft roughness of his tongue was delightful, and she pressed down against his mouth. He grasped her thighs, his tongue sliding between the folds of her pussy-lips, darting up to her pink hood. Sillara took hold of Konas's branching black horns and held him there. He lapped eagerly, licking and sucking, and Sillara felt a burning desire begin to build low in her belly.
Konas slipped one hand from its place on her thigh, moving it up to spread apart her lips. Her clit glistened in the sunlight, and he kissed it delicately, teasing it with his tongue until it was engorged and swollen—and then he bit it.
Sillara pressed down on his face, giving in to her desire, and Konas licked up all the juices she gave him.
“Nectar,” he whispered, looking up at her.
“There is plenty more to be had.” Sillara bent down and kissed his lips, tasting her own essence on him. The realization went to her head, and she thrust her hands up into his hair even as she parted his lips with her tongue.
But a gust of sand-laden wind pulled them from their growing lust, and Sillara, naked, ran down the dune to the rocky ridge they had earlier seen. Konas followed her, dragging the wreckage of the balloon with him.
The ridge was taller than it had seemed, and it had a convenient overhang that would provide shade for the rest of the day.
“Let me help.” Sillara took charge of the basket itself, and she set it up against one side of the overhang, using it to form a make-shift wall. Konas gathered up the black and white silk of the balloon itself and folded it carefully. Sillara noticed that one of the ropes was frayed, and she assumed that that had caused their crash.
Konas looked down at the same rope, and he flushed guiltily. “I am sorry,” he said. “I should have been more careful.”
“But then,” said Sillara, pressing her naked body against him, “you would not have had me.”
“I would rather have you and spend the rest of my life in this desert, than not to have tasted your lips.” Konas could not seem to help himself, and his hands were on Sillara's breasts once more.
Sillara smiled. “Then why am I yet a maiden-wife? I have been wedded an entire quarter of an hour.”
Konas laughed, an eager, hungry sound, and he pulled away from Sillara only long enough to spread a thick blanket on the ground.
Sillara glanced eloquently at the blanket, and Konas chuckled again. “It can get cold so high in the air, but it serves a more delightful purpose now.” He made as if to unfasten his tunic, but Sillara laid her hand over his.
“Let me open my wedding gift myself,” she said. Konas's breath caught in his chest, and Sillara smiled inwardly. She slid her hands up his chest on the outside of his tunic, then back down to where his thin tunic was tucked into his breeches. She tugged on the tunic, pulling it out, and then lifting it up and over Konas's head.
“Your horns are too high,” said Sillara, letting Konas finish pulling the white fabric over his branching horns. Then she dropped her hands to his waist and set to work on the buckle of his belt. Unlike most Sunjaa women, Sillara knew her way around the more complicated Ausir fashions, and the breeches were no obstacle to her. She tugged them down over Konas's slim hips, and his cock sprang free, thudding against her belly.
“Lovely,” said Sillara. His penis was long and thick, sprouting from a nest of golden hair, and its top was already glistening with his desire. Sillara took him in her hand, feeling the freedom of a wife and finding it good. She closed her eyes for an instant, remembering Soren's tales of coupling. She smiled inwardly, knowing that she could sense Konas's desires and, thanks to Soren, grant them.
Konas shuddered as her hands closed over his cock, and Sillara ran her hands up and down his length, loving the weight and feel of him. A low groan escaped Konas, and he buried his face in her neck. His lips pressed against Sillara's throat, and she increased the pace of her strokes, conscious of her increased need as well as Konas's own.
“Lie down,” said Konas huskily. “For I cannot wait any longer.”
Sillara released Konas's cock, but she did not lie down on the thick blanket. Instead she knelt and looked up at him through her thick lashes. The sand beneath the blanket was soft, and here, sheltered from the wind and the sun, was a dim pocket of sensuality in the midst of the desert, and Sillara was pleased. Konas stood before her, quickly slipping off his low boots, and then Sillara, so soon as he was entirely naked, reached up and stroked his shaft once more. Konas's breath increased, and Sillara darted out her tongue and licked his cock from its base all the way to its tip. Konas's heart raced, and Sillara kissed the tip of his phallus—and swallowed his entire length. He was long enough, not only to fill her mouth, but also to pass down her throat. Sillara had heard of this from Soren, and she knew that, while it was difficult for the receiving partner to accomplish, if she could take the cock down her throat, it gave extreme pleasure.
Sillara forced down her gag reflex with the iron will of a Tamari and the success of a pleasure slave. Konas moaned, and Sillara began to move slowly back and forth along his length.
“Sillara.” Konas buried his hands in the mass of her black ringlets and began to take control of the pace.
Had her mouth been free, Sillara would have smiled. Konas picked up speed, and the deep thrusting motion pleased her. She looked up at her husband, her mouth stretched wide with his cock, and Konas groaned. Sillara, on his next deep thrust, darted out her tongue and licked his balls. The hair was a drawback, but Sillara ignored it. Ausir were not as insistent on hairlessness as were the Sunjaa. Soren, for instance, had had his pubic hair removed at the same time she had.
As Konas's hands fisted in her hair, pulling both painfully and pleasurably, Sillara ran her hands up his thighs, stroking and caressing, u
ntil she reached his balls. Then with a delicate forefinger, she stroked the small, soft area between his balls and where his buttocks curved upward.
A low growl began to build in Konas's throat, and he pulled from her mouth. His eyes smoldered as he half-pushed her down to lie flat on her back. Sillara smiled at him, a sultry look, and he knelt between her open thighs.
“I must tell you, Sillara, that a maid's first time can be painful, but do not expect that pain every time. It is a brief thing, a momentary—” Konas's voice was rough-edged, ill-suited to the hesitating words he spoke.
Sillara laid her finger to his lips. “Take me.”
Konas positioned himself over her, aligning his cock with her damp entrance, but he did not yet penetrate her. Instead, he put his weight on his hands and kissed her mouth, a fierce, passionate kiss that had Sillara arching up beneath him.
That seemed to be what he had been waiting for, as Konas then slid his cock home inside Sillara. He pushed past her hymen and kept going until he hit her cervix. Only when he was all the way inside, buried to the hilt, did he pause.
Sillara's breath caught in her chest. The pain had been intense, but it had also been brief. Konas had not allowed her to dwell on the pain, for he had continued his motion. Now he was still, and she was filled up, stretched to the limit, and she thought she might cry from the sheer pleasure of it.
“My Sillara.” Konas pressed his lips to hers again, and she devoured his mouth.
“Fuck me, husband.” Sillara murmured her words as soon as Konas pulled back for breath.
Konas stared, startled, into her face, but Sillara slid her hands down his back to the curves of his taut ass and pushed. Konas laughed then, and he began to slide in and out of her with a rhythm that seemed to Sillara to be the very rhythm of her heart. Each stroke was harder than the one before; each brought her closer to the blossoming warmth she remembered from Merieke's skillful kisses.
But this was different, deeper, better. Sillara moved her legs up, wrapping them around Konas's thighs, and then she bucked against him. As he pressed down, she pushed up, enabling his shaft to pierce her more thoroughly. Deeper and deeper he thrust; harder and harder she pressed, and suddenly Sillara erupted into a white, shattering brilliance. She felt wetness pour from her pussy, and Konas stopped, breathing heavily.
“Amazing,” he whispered.
Sillara was perplexed. She had not done anything beyond the barest, most instinctive movements. She had not yet done anything to impress Konas. But she wanted to. She would give Soren something to hear about! She leaned up into Konas's mouth, kissing his lips, pressing her tongue against his, and she pushed her whole body upward. Konas seemed to read her desire, for he allowed her to push him all the way back. She was now mounted on him, his cock still deep inside her, but she was above him, looking down into his face. His golden hair splayed out around his head, and his black horns, though not so lovely as Soren's golden ones, were still very beautiful. Konas's green eyes were full of love and desire, and Sillara felt like purring. She had never known that sex could be so glorious. She rested her weight on her knees and planted her hands on the broad expanse of his white chest. The contrast of their skin, hers so golden-brown, his so pale, was pleasant, and Sillara began to rock back and forth, enjoying the sensation as Konas's cock would slip half-way out on her forward motion, only to slide all the way back home on her backward motion.
“So beautiful,” said Konas, and his eyes glowed.
Sillara responded by pulling her hands from his chest and sliding them up her own flanks to cup and caress her own nipples. As she pressed the darkly rosy tips in her fingers Konas moaned beneath her. Sillara laughed aloud in her delight, and she tossed her head, sending a cascade of black hair tumbling over Konas's face.
“Konas,” she whispered, and she leaned forward, pressing her breasts to his chest, her brow to his, her lips to his.
Konas clasped her waist and began to move her back and forth once more. Sillara felt her cum dripping down onto Konas's skin, and she pressed down harder.
“Bind me,” she said.
“What?” Konas stared into her face, astonishment warring with lust in his eyes.
“Bind me,” said Sillara again, “so that I am open to your desire, helpless in your hand, and you can make pillage of my mouth—” She leaned forward and kissed him. “My cunt—” She ground against him. “Or my ass.” As she started to wriggle her ass against his hand, Konas jerked from her pussy, breathing heavily.
Sillara smiled, then licked her lips. Soren had told her that, when a man felt his cum about to explode, he could, if he were quick and skillful enough, pull out and regain control. Sillara gave a low, throaty chuckle. She was delighted, both that her husband had what Soren deemed an advanced skill and that she herself had brought him to such a pitch.
Konas half-laughed, and he slapped the globe of her ass. “Demanding little virgin, aren't you?”
“Not a virgin anymore.” Sillara pushed back against his hand, which still rested lightly on her ass-cheek.
Konas must have seen the glow in her eyes, for he slapped her ass again, harder this time. He rubbed over the stinging spot, soothing the slap, and Sillara pushed back again.
“I am a naughty little Ausir who needs discipline,” she said. “And if you don't bind me, I might escape.”
Konas's groan pleased Sillara, and he whipped around to begin rummaging in the balloon basket. It did not take him long to retrieve a long rope, with which he immediately began to bind Sillara's wrists, lifting them up over her head.
Sillara watched him, tracing over his form with her eyes. Her virginal blood still stained his proudly-erect cock, and she strained against the ropes binding her.
Konas slapped her ass once again, and the sting of it went straight to her clitoris. She began grinding her hips against the blanket. Konas responded by flipping her over onto her belly. He continued to wind the ropes around her, and she felt her legs being drawn up and apart.
“Now you're mine.” Konas was exulting, and Sillara could not wait for him to get back inside her. She was still facing downward, but she was half on her knees, with her ass and pussy both elevated. She was exposed to Konas's eyes, and she was open for him to touch.
“All mine,” said Konas.
“Every hole,” said Sillara.
Konas's fingers slid around her pussy, in and out, and then suddenly she was impaled on his cock. She pushed back against him, despite her ropes, pushing him deeper inside her with all her strength.
And then she felt his fingers, slick with her own cum, teasing the tight, empty hole of her ass. Sillara gasped, and she pressed down and back, both taking him in deeper and spreading her ass as much as possible.
Konas's index finger, that long, skillful thing, penetrated her, and Sillara threw back her head and howled her climax. She pressed down on his cock and his finger, wanting them both as deep as she could get them.
“Abrexa's cunt,” said Konas, and he groaned as he thrust upward. Konas pulled his finger from her ass then, and Sillara whimpered. When he pulled his cock out of her entirely, Sillara's whimper became a moan. She had never felt so empty. She shifted her head from where she rested on her cheek and looked between her own legs. Konas appeared upside down, but his magnificent erection still bounced in front of him. Sillara bit her lip to keep from sighing her relief, for she still wanted more, much more. He reached down beside him, and she realized he must have gotten this heavy, brass object when he had gotten the ropes.
Sillara recognized it from Soren's descriptions, and her eyes grew wide. An anal plug. She waited breathlessly for Konas to give it to her. He was still kneeling behind her, and he began to circle her swollen clit with the cold metal of the plug.
“We're fresh out of oil,” he whispered. “I left it all with the slaves. So I will have to use your own cum for lubrication.”
Sillara bit her lip to keep back the moan at Konas's words. He slipped the plug inside her hungry cunt, a
nd Sillara braced her knees on the blanket, pushing down, trying to take in more.
“Insatiable.” Konas reached underneath her to pinch her nipple, and Sillara squealed her delight. He took his time lubing up the plug, and when he pulled it out of her, it was positively dripping. As he pressed the slick, hard plug against her anal rosebud, Sillara pushed back against him like a cat in heat. When the plug was in, Sillara moaned. It was a painfully pleasurable fullness that made her pussy contract in both delight and desire.
“Perfect.” Konas's cock surged forward. This time was even better, for the pressure of the plug in her ass made her pussy, already a tight fit for Konas's cock, narrow farther. Konas began to thrust like a man gone mad, and burst after burst of white light appeared behind Sillara's eyes. Konas shattered her like glass, and when he stopped, his cock buried so deeply in her that his balls slapped against the handle of the plug, she could not see his pleasure. She was so broken that she could only hear, hear the high whine that betrayed Konas's own orgasm, and then spurt after spurt of his hot seed filled her. The sensation brought yet one last shudder to Sillara's pussy, and she laughed as Konas collapsed on her back.
She could not wait to tell Soren.
****
After fucking Sillara for two hours, Konas went to repair the balloon. Sillara lay on her side, naked, sweating, and happy, watching him as he worked. He had, of course, being so fair to cover his skin from the sun, so he was dressed again. Sillara wished that Konas wore Sunjaa fashions like Soren. She would not then need to use her imagination to see that body to which she now had sole rights. She closed her eyes, thinking about Konas in a Sunjaa skirt, thinking about being able to see his cock. She began to rub her fingers against her still-damp pussy, and by the time Konas came to sit beside her, she had climaxed twice already.
“Already wanting more?” Konas's eyes glittered. “Fit wife for an orgy-master then!”
Sillara felt a burning in her cheeks and wondered if Konas would want her to attend an orgy. She was not sure if she wanted to or not, but then she smiled. Doubtless if there were an orgy, Soren would be there. He would make sure that nothing went wrong, that she neither did anything improper nor missed any appropriate pleasure.
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