The slave dealer was also nervous: Lord Sechen had not been at all pleased with the other two girls the dealer had procured for him, and if the lord rejected this last one as well, Ajai knew exactly who would be taking the heat from his unhappy bosses. He shifted his weight from foot to foot, but the movement did nothing to relieve his tension as he waited. Gods, could the old fool not just make up his mind and be done with it! Finally, unable to stand another moment of silently awaiting his fate, Ajai cleared his throat uneasily: "Well, my Lord? She was just purchased from her father a few weeks ago, and our best healer has confirmed that she is fertile just as your Lordship requested. Is she not a lovely young creature?" His tone was one more of pleading, than inquiry.
Lord Khuyildar Sechen had the air of one who is accustomed to being pleaded with, and disdained to so much as acknowledge Ajai's existence, continuing his slow inspection of the slave before him. He finally stopped his pacing directly in front of Khulan. With one bony hand on either side of her head in a vicelike grip, he forced her chin up, compelling her green eyes to meed his icy blue stare.
A closer examination of his appearance did nothing to reassure her: his white hair was pulled straight back and gathered in a leather thong behind his head, only serving to reinforce the impression that the tightly stretched skin of his face might split at any moment and peel away from the bone. She could not suppress a shudder of fear as she felt his eyes boring into her: she tried to pull out of his hands to escape his stare, her fear of Ajai momentarily forgotten in her instinctive need to get away from this man.
Khuyildar released the trembling girl, who stumbled backwards, and turned to the dealer. "She'll do," he said flatly, throwing a handful of gold at the slaver. A sneer of contempt twisted his face as the man fell to floor, scrambling after the coins and greedily clutching them to his chest. With a dismissive snort of disgust he turned back to the girl. "Come here, my pretty thing." His words dripped with the cloying sweetness of decaying meat, and he enjoyed the way she shrank away from him even as she forced herself to obey. He ran a pale finger down her cheek, "You're going to be a good little pet, aren't you my dear? You're not going to make me do bad things to you like some of my naughty girls, right, pretty?" He continued to move his finger down her neck and across her right breast, digging his long nail into her nipple until she flinched in pain. "Come then, little one," he said softly, his lips curving in what might have been a friendly smile, had it held the slightest hint of warmth. "Your chariot awaits to take you to your new home."
"Torolchi!"
One of the larger men spun around at the sharp command, hurriedly sheathed the dagger he had been stroking across the terrified woman's chest, and quickly came to stand before his lord, "Yes, Lord Sechen?"
Khuyildar pushed Khulan in front of him, "See that this one gets settled in, would you. She is not to be injured to an extent that would threaten her health, and at some point I will order that she stop receiving the potion that prevents conception, at which time it will be up to you to assure that no one penetrates her. Beyond that, do with her as you will." Upon finishing, he turned abruptly and disappeared whence he had come.
Throughout his lord's speech, Torolchi had been appreciatively eying the pretty girl's slender waist and voluptuous curves. Appearance had no importance to Lord Sechen, money, however, did. Since he procured his slaves for non-sexual purposes, mostly to use as rewards for his demons (who were likewise unconcerned with outward appearances, requiring only that they be living), he did not waste money on beauty. Although it worked out well for the lord and his demons, it was not so good for Torolchi, who had more prosaic desires when it came to women. Most of the women brought to Torolchi were unattractive, some downright hideous: he could not even remember the last time he had been with a woman whose body actually inspired real hunger in him. Looking at this girl's softly rounded hips, and the way her full breasts gently rocked with each breath, had him so aroused he could hardly see straight. He muttered something in reply to Lord Sechen, not even aware that his lord had already departed, and raised his eyes to her face. "Gods!" he swore hoarsely, even her face was beautiful: surrounded by long golden ringlets, her soft green eyes glowed behind long lashes, and her high cheek bones served to emphasize the moist, red lips he ached to feel pressed to his. Clutching her roughly by the arm, and practically dragging her in his haste, he took her down one of the passageways and into his bedchamber.
Although not overly experienced in these matters, Khulan knew enough to recognize the lust burning in Torolchi's eyes as he looked at her, so her subsequent rapid removal to his bedroom came as no surprise. In fact, she went with him quite happily, considerably relieved that he appeared to be planning on enjoying her privately, rather than sharing with all the other guards as she had feared he would. She gave him her full cooperation as he pulled her to him and devoured her mouth with his own, nipping gently at his lips with her teeth and pushing her tongue into his mouth, as she pressed her own body to his. He was not an unattractive man, so she had hopes that this would not be an entirely unpleasant experience; in the back of her mind she even hoped that, if she pleased him enough, he might continue to keep her to himself.
She continued to offer no resistance as his callused hands tore off the thin dress she had been wearing, his own plate mail and hauberk swiftly following, soon to be accompanied by his thick leather shirt. The roughness of his skin brought her nipples to instant hardness, and sent shivers of pleasure down her spine, as he ran his hands over her like a man desperately trying to remind himself of the shape of a woman's body. She moved her hands to his pants, and undid the laces that were stretched almost to the point of breaking by his engorged cock. Letting his now loose trousers fall, and pushing down his smallclothes, she wrapped her fingers around his shaft, stroking the crown with one thumb.
Torolchi moaned in ecstasy and disbelief as he felt her tongue flick across his lips, immediately opening his mouth to grant it access and moaning again as their tongues met in a wet embrace. Not only was this woman not fighting him, she was actually responding to his touch! Her behaviour was incomprehensible, but he was far too aroused to be capable of coherently questioning her about it. In fact, as he felt her soft hands wrapping around his almost painfully aroused cock, even rational thought was beyond him.
Khulan's pussy grew wet with anticipation as she felt the thick organ twitch in her hands, oozing slippery precum, while its owner groaned and dug his fingers into her back. She had been unable to pleasure herself under the watchful eyes of the slave traders, and now that relief was in sight her body burned with weeks of suppressed hunger.
With something between a snarl and a groan Torolchi pressed her down on the bed and half-fell on top of her, his lips and tongue never breaking contact with hers. All other thoughts were driven aside by his need as he felt her guiding him to her opening, and he was aware only of his throbbing cock, and the warm, velvety wetness that was enveloping it. As soon as he felt the embrace of her inviting pussy, he instinctively plunged in to the hilt. She was so tight he thought he would cum on the spot and he tensed in anticipation, but after a moment the crisis passed and he was able to start thrusting at a deliciously slow pace, making every nerve in his body scream with raw, sensual pleasure. He would not be able to last for very long, it had been far too long since he had fucked like this.
Khulan gasped as his swollen head slid past her slick inner lips and forced its way into her wet pussy, stretching her wide-open as the thick shaft plowed into her aching cunt. She writhed in delicious torment, moaning in pleasure, as he slowly fucked her. Having to wait for his cock to fill her set her entire body on edge, making every sensation even more intense. After just two or three of his controlled thrusts, she found herself unable to resist pushing her own hips up to meet his downward plunge, overwhelmed by her lust.
The thrusting of her hips to meet his was more than he could take, and his movements became faster and faster as he lost all control over his body, his breath coming in shuddering gasps as his muscles tensed in anticipation of his rapidly approaching orgasm.
Khulan cried out in surprise and pleasure as her first orgasm hit, wrapping her arms tightly around Torolchi's broad back while her body shuddered in ecstasy. As she heard his answering cry, and felt his cock pulse within her, filling her with hot jets of his semen, she was rocked by another, still more intense orgasm.
Her spasming cunt muscles set off the most explosive release he had felt in years. With a guttural cry, he arched his back in ecstasy as wave after wave of intense sexual pleasure racked his body; finally collapsing on top her, completely spent. As he recovered a little he rolled over, pulling her with him so they lay side by side. After some moments he opened his eyes and regarded her, with both satisfaction and perplexity. "What in the nine hells got into you, girl? I have never had one of His Lordship's slaves behave in such a manner before."
Sensing he was not a man to be toyed with, Khulan was truthful: "To be honest I acted out of the hope that you might decide keep me for your own personal use. At least," she added with what she hopped was a seductive smile, "that was my initial motivation."
"I see." He said, looking at her with narrowed eyes. "So, you wish to make a deal then: my satisfaction for your protection from my men?" He continued on, not waiting for her confirmation, "Very well, but if you ever refuse me in any way, or fail to give me complete satisfaction, then our agreement is over, understood?"
Khulan nodded.
"Good. You will sleep here with me when I'm not on night duty. Otherwise, you sleep in your own bed. Come, I will show you to your room." With that he got up and started dressing.
*************************** His muscular arm rested against her chest as he indicated the places on the map, and while her eyes focussed on the map, her body was focussed on the pleasant warmth of his skin. The combined feelings of attraction and fear he inspired had a highly erotic effect upon her, the surges of adrenaline amplifying every sensation and physical response. Despite her unease at having the chimaera so close to her, her body could not help but responded to his touch: his mere nearness made her tingle with excitement. As Sacha outlined Altan Uruk on the map for her, his upper arm unintentionally rubbed against her right breast. The contact made her breath catch, and her nipples hardened into stiff peaks as a jolt of pleasure ran down her spine. She felt her breathing become faster as he leaned in to point out the location of the Keep, in the far northeast: his hard chest pressing firmly against her shoulder and his arm stretched out, just making contact with the jutting nipple of her other breast. She shivered with pleasure, the gentle intimacy of his touch arousing her far more than Torolchi's urgent, demanding hands ever had.
Leaning closer to the human to show her where they were now, Sacha was suddenly very aware of a new, slightly musky aroma in her scent, of the softness of her full breasts, and of the hard nipples rubbing against his arm with the rise and fall of her chest. Along with the expected hunger for her blood, memories of strange sensations and desires flooded his mind: the feeling of his hand running across soft, silky skin; warm lips pressed against his chest; slim fingers digging into his back; an urgent female voice moaning entreaties; a rising pleasure as two bodies moved together . . .
"You were almost late," Torolchi grunted with a scowl, as he took in her panting, trembling form.
"I-I'm sorry," she stammered, "please, I swear it won't happen . . ."
"Undress." Torolchi commanded huskily, cutting off the girl's apology. He had entirely lost interest in her near lateness as he gazed at her heaving chest, admiring the way her full breasts pressed tightly against her thin cotton shift with each laboured breath. His hands moved to his own clothing, tossing his garments unceremoniously to the floor as he continued to watch the slave girl.
Leaning against the wall, to steady her shaking legs, Khulan hastily pulled the brief dress over her head. She was well aware of her keeper's impatient nature, and determined not to cause him any further annoyance tonight. Naked, she turned to find him sitting on the edge of the bed, one hand vigorously stroking his hard cock while his eyes devoured her like a tasty piece of meat.
"Come'ere." He gestured in front of him with his free hand. As soon as she reached him, he gripped her shoulder and roughly pressed her to her knees on the cold stone floor, between his widely splayed legs. His balls tingled with excitement as her pretty face came level with his stiff cock. Tangling one hand in her silken hair, he pulled her unresisting head toward his thick member; his other hand was curled around the base of his shaft, holding his cock steady.
Her body, filled with unsatisfied hunger from her encounter in the library, reacted swiftly to Torolchi's obvious arousal and the pungent scent of his lust: her cheeks flushing with arousal and a wet heat growing between her legs. Khulan stared fixedly at the engorged cock in front of her, her eyes were glazed with lust as they hungrily took in the thick shaft and broad mushroom head: she could almost feel it sliding into her heated pussy. The head flared slightly, and she unconsciously licked her lips as she saw a bead of precum forming at the tip.
The sight of her pink tongue peeking out from between her full lips drew a growl of desire from Torolchi as he anticipated having her tongue and lips on his cock. Impatient to feel her against his hard flesh, he tugged her forward. He groaned under his breath as her lips met his cock-head: the sensation of her soft, satiny lips pressing against his sensitive crown was exquisite. Holding her head still, he swiped his precum across her lips, smearing it on them with the slippery tip of his cock.
Khulan licked his helmet clean with fast strokes of her tongue, avidly swallowing his salty precum, then running her tongue across his slit in search of more. The taste and feel of him in her mouth made her pussy throb with need. Desperate for some relief from the burning itch within her, she moved one hand to her crotch: her fingers easily slid between her slick folds, and she moaned softly as her fingertips gently caressed her aching clit.
Torolchi watched in amazement her hand slid past the wet lips of her cunt. "Bloody Hell," he swore hoarsely, his voice a mixture of awe and lust. He had never seen a woman pleasure herself before - it had never even occurred to him that women did such things - and he was startled at how much the sight aroused him. At the end of each stroke her fingers slid partially out from her clinging folds, and he could see how they glistened with her juices. "Bloody Hell," he breathed again, swallowing hard as his hand instinctively pulled her face further down on his twitching cock.
Khulan wrapped her tongue around his helmet as her mouth was pulled onto the bulbous head. The second the flared ridge was forced past her lips she pressed them down tightly behind it, rubbing them against the sensitive flesh. Her fingers sink deeper and deeper into her pussy with each thrust of her hand, making her body shiver with delight. Hungry for greater stimulation, her hips starting to move of their own accord, pressing forward onto her thrusting hand. The effect her display was having on Torolchi was not lost on her, and with her other hand she spread her pussy-lips wide, giving him a clear view of her hand as she fucked herself.
Gripping her head firmly in his hands, he watched her wet fingers sliding in and out of her hot cunt, as he slowly, steadily, drove his rigid shaft into her mouth. The warmth and tightness of her sucking mouth and her relentlessly rubbing tongue drew an appreciative moan from his lips. He pulled her harder against him, desperate to penetrate her hot, moist depths. He moaned again when his cock hit the back of her throat: his head rubbing against the roof of her mouth, sending every nerve in his almost painfully aroused flesh screaming with pleasure.
She changed the angle of her throat so it could take the rest of his cock, and heard him gasp loudly as his cock suddenly plunged all the way in. Her nose was pressed into his crotch, and she could feel his heavy balls resting against her chin. Despite her own arousal, Khulan managed to stay focussed on the task of pleasing her master: she swallowed just as he'd taught her, the strong contractions of her muscles milking his swollen head rhythmically. Pressing fingers down on either side of her clit she forced the hood back, and ran her thumb along the reddened nub. Her body shivered with delight and her hand moved faster, plunging deeply into her cunt.
Torolchi was panting for breath as he arched forward, pushing his crotch into her face. The sensation of her swallowing on his cock made his body burn with need. He dragged her head off his straining shaft, shuddering as her tongue bathed him: it felt so good! But his cock immediately ached to feel her throat again; he only managed to withdraw halfway out before he could no longer help himself, and slammed his drooling head back into her mouth with a growl of lust. His eyes were still locked on her hand, which was now dripping with her sweet juices as she fucked herself with it.
As her head was pulled from his cock Khulan sucked in a deep breath, and once more rubbed the tip of her tongue on the underside of his ridge, making him gasp in pleasure. Her face was suddenly pulled hard against his crotch, his heavy balls slapping against her chin, as his thick cock plunged down her throat with one powerful thrust of his hips. She sucked hard, grinding her face into his crotch as though trying to take more of him. Her hips began moving more urgently against her hand as the pleasure built in her body, tensing as the hard nub of her clit rubbed against her thumb with each thrust.
Torolchi's head rolled back in ecstasy, shuddering as the sensations coming from his cock threatened to overwhelm him. The girl's sucking mouth and gripping throat were sending jolts of almost unbearable pleasure shooting through his cock. Laying back on his bed, his straining arms pulled her head against him again and again as his hips bucked against her face, ramming his aching cock down her tightly gripping throat as he savagely fucked her mouth. Each delicious swallow of her throat around his pulsating head make his whole body jerk spasmodically.
Khulan whimpered with need, aching to taste him, craving it, her own body stiffened as her hand brought her closer and closer to the edge. She writhed her tongue hungrily around his ridge and sucked on the head each time his cock withdrew; then rubbed her tongue against the thick vein on the underside of his cock as his arms shoved her face back into his crotch and his hips surged up to meet her mouth. A rivulet of hot liquid was trickling from her cunt as the movement of her fingers against its gripping walls sent waves of pleasure washing over her taut body. Her hips thrust faster and faster as she felt her urgently needed climax approaching.
He clutched at her, his fists white-knuckled in her blonde hair, writhing, and moaning continuously, desperate for release. His wildly thrusting hips driving his throbbing cock into her mouth hard and fast, any semblance of control gone as his body rushed towards the building orgasmic ecstasy.
Her cunt suddenly clenched down hard on her hand, and she threw her head back with a cry as her orgasm seized control of her body. Her hand moved at a frenzied pace, grinding her thumb hard against her aching clit. A flood of sweet nectar flowed from her pussy as her body shuddered helplessly in ecstasy.
Torolchi sat bolt upright when he heard her cry out, so transfixed by the sight of her that he barely noticed that her mouth had slipped off his cock. Seeing the sudden flood of fluid running down her hand, pooling on the floor beneath her, was too much. With a guttural snarl he shoved her to her back, pushing her legs into the air, and rammed his cock deep into her still spasming cunt. Mad with lust, conscious only of the burning ache in his loins and the hot cum churning in his swollen balls, he fucked her like a rutting beast: grunting and pounded his hips against hers.
Khulan gasped in surprise as he plowed into her, then whimpered and dug her fingernails into his back as she felt his pumping cock driving her over the brink again.
His balls clenched tight, and Torolchi managed on last thrust, hilting himself in her warm depths as the cum pulsed up his twitching cock. He threw his head back with a horse cry of pleasure, and emptied his load into her hot, gripping depths.
Before her first peak had even fully passed, the second climax gripped her, leaving her writhing beneath him as waves of pure ecstasy erupted within her. At the same moment, hot jets of cum erupted from his jerking cock and splashed against her pulsing cervix like liquid fire.
Torolchi collapsed on top of her with a satisfied groan, gasping with exertion.
Khulan panted shallowly as her orgasm subsided, the weight of Torolchi's sweaty body pressing down on her chest making it difficult to breathe. Her lungs started to burn, hungry for air, but she knew better than to move before he was ready: she forcibly reminded herself that she was just lucky his lust had intervened on her behalf earlier, overriding his anger over her late arrival, the last thing she needed was to do something else to provoke him now. To take her mind from the growing ache in her lungs, she tried to concentrate on the warm tingle between her legs left over from her climax, and the pleasant fulness of the softening cock still buried in her. However, she found her thoughts turning, instead, to her encounter in the library: remembering the way his eyes had burned into hers, and the heat of his flesh against her skin. What would it feel like to lie beneath such a creature? She was startled by a shiver of excitement at the thought. She knew full well that demons' took pleasure only in the infliction of pain and torment, any notion of finding pleasure with one was laughable.
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