Her Highness, His Hostage

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Jiya argued her point as well as any diplomat Kormaldi had ever dealt with, but when he responded it was only to her demand, Release all of her people to some better accommodations and I shall give you a kiss.

He turned to face her, almost suckling the huge strawberry he'd selected during her negotiating. He bit most of the berry off, chewed as he looked her up and down -- she was so beautiful, so youthful, so vulnerable standing there alone in her light, free gown -- and then smiled.

"Release all of her people, I will", he assured her in a soft, seductive voice, "and you shall give me more ... much more ... than a kiss..."

He expected outrage to build quickly within the brave, head strong untouched, and he knew he was running out of negotiating ground as well; she was unlikely to agree to his terms, he thought -- she had compassion for her people, for the Princess's servants, but Kormaldi knew the strength a girl could muster when her purity was at stake.

As she opened her mouth to speak, Kormaldi added quickly in a tone that was as serious and as trusting as he could himself muster. "...and Jiya ... in return for your ... sacrifice ... I will make you Mistress of the House of Ultach."

Her sudden hesitation told him not that she was considering the offer but that at least she had heard of the now empty seat at the head of the beautiful, prosperous County that occupied the rolling foothills of the Southern Ridge. The Viscount Ultach, Kormaldi's uncle, had died without an heir, leaving the County without a leader and in the hands of Baron Kormaldi.

"A beautiful Keep atop a green, meadow covered hillock," he described in a dreamy voice. "Deep forests full of game ... pastures of wheat growing as thick as the taxes they earn ... a people who for centuries have shown nothing but loyalty and praise for their leaders ... a people who will worship you as--" He spoke the words as if announcing her at Court. "--Countess Jiya of Ultach..."

He set the tray of treats aside and stood; he was again fully hardened below his waist and causing the groin of his thick, purple and gold robe to extend forward. He cared not; Jiya knew what he wanted from her, and now she knew what he was willing to offer for it.

"Guards!" he called loudly, causing Jiya to flinch. She stepped aside as the door to his quarters opened quickly and both Guardsmen entered, their eyes moving between the girl and their Lord. "Return the Princess's people to her care ... all of them."

He turned away from Jiya as he continued, moving about the long dining table as he spoke, filling a flagon with wine, selecting a crisp bread sheet; he didn't want Jiya looking at him as he spoke, did not want to see her reaction to his surrendering of all of his bargaining chips. Kormaldi didn't know where he would go if this failed; he had been resting his faith on his ability to seduce this young servant and hadn't expected, first, that she would negotiate as well as a Nobleman surrounded by his superior army and, second -- in addition to his ultimate prize of the Princess at his side as wife and mother of his future son -- that he would also so badly want this young beauty below him in his bed, thighs parted, screaming in ecstasy at his powerful love making.

"After the Princess has conferred with them and ensured their health and safety," he continued, "move the Guardsmen out of the South Watch house and put the male servants up there. Give them food ... wine..." He glanced back to Jiya with a sly smirk. "...women if they desire. Put the female servants in the nearest, comfortable quarters to the Princess herself ... perhaps ... yes, my dearly departed mother's room. It will need more sleeping pads ... cots ... until we can import some proper beds."

He turned to look at the nearest Guardsman, who was simply staring at his Master in disbelief. "Go! Get this done quickly, before I chop off your toes and feed them to the hogs."

The Guardsman confirmed Kormaldi's order and hurried away. His boot steps could be heard echoing off the stone walls of the hall as his partner close the door behind Jiya.

The Baron picked at the pieces of smoke meat on a heavy, silver platter with a wood spoon, then walked out from behind the table, looked to Jiya, and extended his hand in anticipation. "Come. Come with me Jiya. Come to my bed ... protect your Lady's future ... and create a new one ... a new adventure ... of your own. Become Countess Jiya of Ultach tomorrow ... by becoming my lover tonight."

 

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((Gosh, I love reading your writing :: ))

Jiya could not believe what she was hearing. Kormaldi would release the hostages to the princess? _And_ make her Countess of Ultach? All for the price of her virginity. In many ways, it seemed she would be getting the better part of the deal. If she were a Countess, her virginity would not matter over much. Many prospective husbands could overlook such a thing in exchange for the wealth and power she brought to him.

"Is virginity worth so much in your Barony?" ((Because I can't find the name of it.)) "Because then all of your men would be paupers, or monks. I cannot believe mine is worth such a trade." She still mistrusted him. She dare not believe that he was actually in love with her. Love at first sight only happened in tales, not in real life. besides she would never flatter herself so, not when she stood next to the princess. Who would possibly choose her over Hasini?

In many ways, this would make more sense if Jiya were indeed the princess. Perhaps he thought they had been even more clever and done a double switch, that she was the princess pretending to be the maid pretending to be the princess.

Jiya was over thinking all of this. Why? Why did this fall on her? She should have told the princess.

Jiya had doubted Kormaldi's sincerity at first, but ordering his guards to free the entourage in the middle of the night was very convincing.

"Now that you have freed the princess's people, what happens if I refuse? Or...what if I say yes and you take my treasure and then rescind your offer? You can put the servants back into your dungeon, I cannot reclaim my virginity ever again."

She desperately wanted peace in the kingdom, she wanted the princess to be safe, but she was afraid the Baron had some other plans he was not divulging. She looked into his eyes for some sign of treachery.

He was a handsome rogue, she had to give him that. If she stayed at the palace she was sure to be married off for political and financial reasons. As Countess of Ultach, she could choose her own husband.

((Assuming Kormaldi convinces Jiya he is sincere.))

His voice was hypnotic. His eyes held such [lust[/i] for her. "Yes. She finally said. "Yes. I will do this. But if you mean treachery...I will see you beg for death." Her heart pounded in her chest. She did not know where her courage came from to speak to him as she did. Perhaps it was there all the time but she never had been in a situation to bring it out.

 

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(OOC -- And I love the "paupers and monks bit!!)


"Yes. I will do this," Jiya responded, the tone of her voice sounding resigned to Kormaldi. What did you expect...? Gleeful celebration, followed by the girl dancing straight away to your bed...?

"But if you mean treachery," she continued, "I will see you beg for death."

He moved forward, not slowly but not quickly, taking her hand into his and saying with his most seductive tone, "And I will make you beg ... beg for more."

Kormaldi had confidence in his ability to please his lovers, even the young, virginal, reluctant ones. Touch a woman as she would touch herself, his first long term lover had told him, and she will beg you never to stop touching her at all. He'd never had a lover -- a willing lover, at the least -- who hadn't raved of her enjoyment in his arms. Of course, he was a Noble, with power and wealth, and each and every one of them had profited in some way for parting her thighs to Kormaldi; so, how do you separate the lies from the truth...? You don't, he reminded himself; you part their legs again and don't worry about results other than your own.

Kormaldi began backing, leading Jiya toward the bedroom; he had to be with her before she came to her senses and realized that her virtue was more valuable than all the Counties along the Southern Ridge. He did mean what he had told her; he would make her a Countess, she would rule over a people who had been loyal and hard working for their former Lord.

But that was tomorrow, and this was tonight. He released her hand near the bed and smiled to her, not in any way hiding the delight that he was feeling. He sat back onto the bed; even sitting, he was nearly eye to eye with the smallish girl, which excited him, knowing that she would be easy to control should she become hesitant once she truly understood that their love making was imminent.

He looked to her body, her young, untouched -- with the exception of this morning, he reminded himself -- body. He began pulling loose the large, wood buttons that held his evening robe closed and -- wanting her to take the lead in her own undressing -- commanded softly, "Show me your beauty, Jiya. Show me the body of the Countess-to-be..."

 

[haremfaery]

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Jiya's heart pounded when Kormaldi took her hand. She moved to the bed with him. Everything he did and said was slow and sensuous.

What if she did not please him? What if once again became that violent man from this morning who had tossed her on the bed and pressed against her? She fingers shook as she undid the tiny buttons of her embroidered robe. The robe opened like the pages of a book. She let the weight of it fall off of her shoulders and fall around her feet. Her cotton shift was finely woven and very thin. A tie at the neck secured it.

She paused looking at the Baron, her eyes ran over the expanse of his chest and further down. He had made sure that she had no doubt about his prodigious manhood earlier as he paraded about the room. He was less threatening sitting down.

She felt her stomach clench. She was not sure if she could go through with this. But she could feel her nipples pushing against her shift. Kormaldi was a very attractive man. She wondered what it would feel like to kiss a man. Would his lips be as soft as a woman's? And what of his facial hair? She took a breath and pulled one of the strings on her shift.

 

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The knot at Jiya's neck loosed, and as she lowered her arms, her shift slipped from her to gather at her feet. The edges of Kormaldi's lips curled up in victory; while every second that had passed, the odds of her suddenly reneging and fleeing his quarter had been lowering, but now naked, Jiya wasn't going anywhere. Even if she still decided to withdraw, Kormaldi wasn't letting the girl leave until he'd had her, had her fully, and -- if she could take it -- repeatedly.

She was close enough for him to take her hand and pull her nearer. His eyes walked over her; she was beautiful, sexy, erotic, and exotic. He darker, flawless skin, like that of her Lady, called out to be touched, to be kissed. He parted his knees to bring her in close to him, his fully hardened erection pointing at her as if to say, Yes ... yes, you are the one for me!

 

[haremfaery]

Jiya's heart fluttered like a bird caught in a net. She was caught in so many ways. By her desire to get the princess' people out of the dungeons, by her desire to help the empire, by her desire to rise above her station and be in charge of her own life, and finally, by the strange desire she felt for this man.

She let Kormaldi draw her closer. She spoke rather formally, "I did not lie, I am untouched by any man. I hope the Baron will take that into consideration." She swallowed. Her mouth was suddenly dry. She glanced at the doorway and back ro Kormaldi.

 

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Kormaldi heard her words, swearing her purity, and reminded himself to be gentle; it would be difficult, for his lust for the girl and his eagerness to create a woman of her was foremost in his mind. He pulled her close with his right hand moving to the small of her back while the left caressed up her arm and shoulder to slip below her long, dark hair to her neck. Sitting on the ned's edge, he was just a bit lower than eye to eye with her; as he parted his legs farther, he brought her tight to his groin, forcing her against his manhood as his pulled her face to his. Slipping his hand from her back to firmly grasp her bared, buttock he pressed his mouth to hers, tasting her, first gently, then a bit more passionate, his tongue parting her lips. She kissed well, as if experienced; as the moment continued, he recalled her statement -- untouched by a man, recalled Jiya's evening cuddling with Hasini, and then wondered maybe she's not as pure in that respect.

As his penis throbbed against her upper leg, his thoughts of the Princess, of the Sultan, of politics and conspiracies and trade and mountain passes and military victory faded away; tonight was still about conquest, but conquest of a more personal nature.

As the hand groping her buttock slid lower still, his finger tips feeling the warmth of her, he pulled his mouth back from hers and asked softly, "Are you ready to begin your quest toward becoming a Countess, Jiya?"

 

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Kormaldi' kiss was gentler than Jiya expected, but it left her breathless none the less. His manhood pressed against her. It seemed so large, she wondered how a woman was to accommodate such a thing.

In the harem, books were passed furtively. Books with pictures and explanations of all manner of couplings, books of stories about men and women, and Djinn who took their pleasure with mortal women.

Perhaps Kormaldi was a Djinn. His eyes hypnotized her. His words promised so much. His body...would she find pleasure with a man? His hands were rough. His beard scratched. She knew he was strong enough to simply take what he wanted. But he had not. He needed her good will and for more than being Countess of lands that were already his.

Jiya looked into Kormaldi's eyes as he spoke. She nodded, "yes." She whispered back to him. She gave him a kiss, her lips parted, her tongue tentatively slid between his lips.

 

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Meeting her kiss, he reached his left hand to mimic his right, grasping a huge handful of buttock flesh and stood straight up from the bed, hefting her up with him with pure ease. As his own knees closed, he manipulated her to part hers, pulling her thighs to surround him at the waist. He turned and moved onto his knees, crawling to the middle of the massive bed and dropping her to her backside before him.

Looking over her entirety, she seemed so much a grown woman yet so much a little girl at the same time. She had all the curves of a woman; yet her body, belong her neck, was as devoid of hair as a new born baby's was. He recalled seeing Hasini stepping into the bathing tub the night before; some people said that the Royal women of her culture stripped themselves of their body hair, while others said the Gods had created the Royal female body that way. Either way, the lack of it only made the girl seem younger still than she already did; which -- as it would with any male -- only made Kormaldi feel as if he was conquering a forbidden land.

Between her legs, where the Baron's heavily practiced whorish lovers would now be displaying swollen, moisture-soaked folds of skin surrounding a welcoming, ready hole anticipating his penetration, Jiya barely showed even a split in her flesh. He was torn apart this development: he truly treasured the idea of being the first to partake of a woman's treasure ... but he began to be concerned about whether the bulk extending out from his groin would penetrate her without breaking her.

He reached a hand to her smooth belly, caressing it while his gaze shifted from her pussy to her eyes ... then he slid his hand to between her legs, slipped a finger between her lips ... and found them wet below the surface...

 

[haremfaery]

Jiya looked up at the Baron from the middle of his large bed. His calloused hand caressed her. She could see he was looking at her body. Was something wrong, she wondered. She was not comfortable around men. She did not know how to read them.

His hand moved further down and without preliminary, he slid a finger inside her. She hitched a breath and opened her legs further. She let her head fall back on the bed. She circled her hips inviting his finger deeper. This she had experienced before. Fingers, tongues. She moaned and felt her nipples go hard.

 

[IRP2011]

Jiya looked nervous, Kormaldi thought, but not frightened; her reaction to the progress -- rapid progress -- of their relationship surprised him. Every woman gave up her purity eventually, although a woman most often relinquished her chastity to her husband on her wedding night ... or to a soldier on his victory night. Jiya was going to part her thigh for a man eventually; it would be one of the two men mentioned, or perhaps a Noble or Royal man at court. He doubted she ever imagined having the designer of her kidnapping doing the honors, let alone having him do it with her permission, as Kormaldi was now about to.

As he slid a long finger into the folds of her pussy, gently manipulating her lips in a search for her pleasure center, though, her reaction confused him even further. He truly expected widened eyes, a mouth opened ready to plead for a reprieve, a hand lashing out to pull his digits away from her; but as he found and fondled her clitoris, then found her entry and forced a finger oh-so-slowly inside her, she instead drew an excited breath, parted her legs for him, and dropped her head back into the silk covered pillows, and even rocked her hips to match his penetrations into her with a faster moving, deeper delving digit.

As she showed signs of true pleasure -- Kormaldi thought at first that it might just be a shocked reaction to being violated -- he rolled his hand over, palm facing upwards, and caressed the inside of her with a long finger as his thumb pushed into her vulva and again found the pleasure button, manipulating it this way and that, up and down, around and around, searching for the touch that would hopefully drive her nuts...

 

[haremfaery]

Jiya said she would do this, allow this, to happen to her. She would not go back on her word. But she had not expected to enjoy it so much. At least, so far.

Kormaldi was knowledgeable of a woman's body, which she would expect. What continued to surprise her was his gentleness and obvious desire to make her enjoy this.

She arched her back when he found that sweet spot within. She looked at him through heavy-lidded eyes. She twisted the bedclothes in her hands and moaned again. "Softer, softer." She breathed.

 

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"Softer..." the girl below Kormaldi moaned, the womanly pleasure showing in her every movement and gesture. "...softer."

The Baron hovering over her did as she asked, with the fingers both on and in her. He made himself more comfortable upon his haunches, his eyes moving between watching the work of his experienced hands and the contortions of her reacting body.

Two thoughts came to him almost simultaneously.

The first was of a previous lover, the daughter of a rival noble, who had taught him to do things with his mouth that, at first, he'd been reluctant to do but later reveled in as he'd listened to the woman scream in ecstasy at the work of his tongue. She'd been of his culture, which had meant small, kinky hairs in his mouth; Jiya would not present that annoyance, and Kormaldi was anxiously awaiting the moment when he found out how the girl would react to his dropping his head to between her thighs.

And the second was of Jiya's obvious comfort with his fondling of her most personal possession and, he was sure, the obviousness that -- while she assured him that he was the first man to do so to her -- this was not the first time someone had pleasured her in this way. Kormaldi remembered the candle-lit scene of Hasini and her servant in one another's arms the night before, softly kissing and cuddling, and he wondered what had been happening below the fine bedding that had once been his mother's. Who knows how much pleasure this girl has enjoyed at the hands of his Lady ... or other ladies ... and should I care...?

As he watched Jiya's movement begin to rival that of a netted fish tossed to shore, he decided he didn't care who had touched her in the past, woman or man. All he wanted now was for her to be pleasured, to feel the release that such touch had to offer -- and, of course, to be ready to do so for him immediately afterwards.

No ... no, that's not all I want, he reminded himself. I want this for her ... because afterward, she's going to help me do the same to ... or for ... Princess Hasini as well...

As he watched and listened to the girl's ecstasy welling within her, the short term goal -- his sexual gratification with this beautiful, sexy girl -- fought with the long term goal -- marriage to the Sultan's daughter, and the rise of a Kormaldi to the top of the Empire -- for all of his attention...

 

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Jiya was not thinking of anything coherent, except continued surprise that the Baron was a surprisingly attentive lover. She would have thought a man in his position, with his power, would only think of his own desires and pleasure.

Jiya began to buck, her body thrashed. She out her hand over top Kormaldi's to set a new faster rhythm. She moaned louder and until her voice caught in her throat and her body stiffened. She let out one last cry.

 

[IRP2011]

Kormaldi enjoyed his own personal, sexual pleasure; aside from the exercise of his political and military power, it was likely his most favored past time. But occasionally, just occasionally, he found a lover whose own pleasure was as much fun to experience as his own.

Jiya's orgasm was one of those pleasures not to be missed. Despite his first concern typically being his own climax, Kormaldi had taken the time and effort to make a session of love making what he called Ladies first. So, he'd consciously paid close attention to his lovers as they neared euphoria and had seen a variety of ways in which a woman exploded.

The physical elements of Jiya's climax -- what Kormaldi could see and feel -- had built rapidly, far quicker than any lover he'd made cum before. She went from gently rocking against his hand and moaning softly to writhing uncontrollable, twitching, and breaking into spasms so fast that the Baron hadn't seen it coming. With a final cry of pleasure that lasted until every tiny bit of breath had escaped her lungs, Jiya's body broke into a quick quivering, followed by a flash of goose-flesh that disappeared so quickly that Kormaldi almost thought he hadn't seen it at all.

As the girl's body first tensed almost to statuesque hardness, then suddenly collapsed against the mattress, Kormaldi ceased his manipulations of her and simply rested his fingers within and atop her, waiting for her to eventually return to this world from the one he knew he'd soon be visiting.

 

[haremfaery]

Jiya breathed deeply for a time her breasts rising and falling until it evened out and back to normal. She looked at Kormaldi. So far, being with a man was not much different that being with a woman. A least in terms of how fingers could please her. But she was accustomed to lying side by side giving and receiving pleasure. Trading kisses. That is what she missed. Kormaldi hadn't kissed her.

Was she supposed to say something to him? If she was with Hasini, she knew what she would do. She pushed herself up feeling the Baron's finger still inside her. She moaned a little. "Thank you." She whispered with a coy smile. She leaned forward to kiss him.

 

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"Thank you," Jiya said, her breathing still labored but returning. She sat up a bit; Kormaldi took it to mean she wanted him to come to her. He gently removed his hand from her and moved to her, simultaneously bringing his face to hers to engage her in their most passionate kiss yet, while also also beginning to position his lower half for his turn at the pleasure and ecstasy she'd just enjoyed.

The Baron had had many a young woman in his days, some pure, some not quite so; and while he hadn't had Jiya yet, he was already excited about the future of their relationship. Kormaldi had an ego; he had been told so, and he accepted the fact. And that ego swelled just as his dick did when he knew his lover felt the satisfaction of their love making as he himself did. So often the girl parting her thighs for him did so for him not for the pleasurable reward of the moment but for the financial reward that came after.

Jiya may have been faking her pleasure, either to satisfy his need to feel successful in his deed or to simply get him to get his hand out from inside of her. But the ecstasy that the Royal servant had experienced ... that hadn't seemed a ruse, as Jiya and Hasini's body swap of earlier had been; a woman's mind lies, and that mind uses to body to sell the lie, but seldom does the body lie as well as the mind asks it to.

As their lips pressed together, their tongues gently playing with one another ... as Jiya's hands moved to his body, while his own moved to the bed about her to support his greater bulk above her ... he laid his eager erection atop the warm, wet, soft, now-more-swollen flesh between her thighs ... and manipulated his position until he found what he was looking for ... and he gently pushed ...

 

[haremfaery]

Jiya's eyes grew very wide feeling the pressure against her. She was wet enough for Kormaldi's cock to slip in easily at least until he reached the obstruction of her maidenhead. he paused.

Jiya had heard from the wives and almeh what to expect when she would finally be married off. But it was not the in-depth discussion she would receive once such a match was arranged.

Her heart like a trapped bird within her chest. She could see the lust in his eyes. Would he stop now if she asked him to? Asked for a delay in their consummation. She swallowed. Then pulled him down to kiss her again. It would be over soon and her princess would be safe and she would work with Kormaldi to bring peace to the empire.

((Lie back and think of England...))

 

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The feeling of penetrating a virgin -- an untouched, as Jiya had put it -- was one of the most ego-boosting activities Kormaldi had ever taken part in. Victorious battles, seizing enemy fortresses, loosing an arrow a hundred meters to kill an eight point buck on a windy day; there were some of the Baron's most memorable events, but all compared to being the man who took a woman for the first time.

Penetrating a virgin wasn't as easy as was feeling buoyant about it afterward. Jiya's treasure land was tight, very tight, and despite being lubed by her juices, it simply didn't want to allow him in. He pressed into her firmly but not violently; she would open to him in time, he knew. And open she did, parting just enough for him to press his head inside her. He paused, then pulled back and pushed again; he repeated this several times until he knew he was gaining ground. He seemed to his a brick wall for a moment; her hymen didn't seem to have been broken already, as it did with many girls when they suffered their first bleeding and became capable of bearing children.

Kormaldi had only popped one cherry before, and he remembered that the girl had nearly screamed his ear to deafness. He hadn't been sure whether it had been because of demolishing her Maidenhead or simply fucking her tight hole with his larger-than-normal penis.

He didn't want to hurt Jiya -- her pleasure here tonight was key to his plan -- but he was eager to be fully inside of her ... and relieve himself. So he pressed a bit more and, watching her grimacing, hoped that he didn't hurt her too much.

 

[haremfaery]

((I shall have to PM you my own first experience...very Victorian. No fun at all for either of us.))

Jiya dug her fingernails into Kormaldi's shoulders. He felt so big. How could this ever feel as good as fingers or a tongue? But the books she read, the pictures she had seen, it had to feel good at some point.

"Do it. Do it quickly." His slowness was maddening, only prolonging her discomfort. She swallowed and took a deep breath. She tried to relax, but with the head of his cock pressing into her, forcing her insides to open to him, it was impossible.

((Sorry my posts are so much shorter than yours, I'm afraid if Jiya thinks about this too much she will change her mind, unless you think that will make things more interesting, in which case I can edit this.))

 

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(OOC -- As you're apologizing for short posts, I'm apologizing for long posts. I just get into it and can't stop.)

Kormaldi obeyed her request; he lowered his body to rest upon his elbows at her side and pushed his groin forward against her own. The resistance to his intrusion was significant; she was tight, much tighter than any girl he ever remembered having. But she was also blocked, her hymen obviously still in place, until --

Suddenly, Jiya gave way to him. The Baron's erection pushed steadily forward, the great pleasure -- physical and emotional, both -- of penetrating this girl caused him to groan deep and long. It was victory, satisfying victory, and Kormaldi's body trembled as the pleasure in his groin spread to the rest of him.

And while he himself was moaning happily as Jiya's pussy slowly swallowed his full length, he couldn't help but notice -- and feel some compassion for -- the girl's opposite reaction to their coming together as one.

 

[haremfaery]

((I love long posts and make them when I can, but sometimes I just can't think of enough to flesh a post out any further. I love reading your stuff. I would read a novel of yours I'm glad you are so into this because I am too.))

Jiya moved her legs trying to find an angle that was less painful. Kormaldi pressed against her. He seemed to hesitate before pushing forward.

Jiya screamed as she felt something give way deep within her. She dug her fingernails into Kormaldi's shoulders drawing blood. It seemed only fitting that he should experience some portion of pain. This hurt so much more that she had ever anticipated. Tears squeezed out of her eyes. She just wanted it to be over now.

She cried out with every one of his thrusts, not in pleasure, but in pain.

 

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He was hurting her; he knew that. Her cries were not of pleasure, but of pain ... agonizing pain. He was hesitant in his thrusts initially, trying to be gentle but failing miserably; there simply was no way of taking the pure girl's virginity without inflicting some inescapable pain.

He was considering giving it up for the night, returning to it in a few days when she'd recovered. Kormaldi had had his share of virgins and knew that she would need time before the ache and swelling would allow him inside her once again. But even slowly and with little change in depth, the sensation of being deep inside her tight passage was causing him pleasure, building pleasure, and while one side of his brain argued to offer her a reprieve, the other side was arguing We're already here, she already hurts ... finish!

And finish he did. Feeling just short of release, pulled out and plunged back inside, again and again, ignoring her cries and the blood warming his groin -- and, where her nails were sinking into him, his back -- until finally, his climax reached him and he exploded inside of her. His penis jerked again and again as the pleasure in his groin ran uncontrollably throughout the remainder of his bulk. As the ecstasy overwhelmed him, he tried his best to keep his weight from crushing her; when his arms began to fail and his elbows were no longer going to hold him, he shifted his weight to one hand, slipped the other below the small of her back, and rolled to his own back, taking the still grimacing girl with him.

He laid there, panting, eyes closed, feeling the warmth of her body atop him, feeling the mix of fluids flooding from her, down his thighs to his buttocks. He chuckled, short and loud, as he imagined the face of his Chamber Maid as she cleaned the aftermath of his claiming yet another virginal cherry, much as he had her own a few months earlier.

He was contemplating how to best remove his organ from hers, how to ease the pain of separation which, in all likelihood, would be comparable to the pain of having joined with her in the first place. He decided to simply let her deal with that, and as he relished in the post-coital pleasure, he simply let his hands fall to his side ... and rested his body...

 

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Finally it was over. Jiya felt Kormaldi shudder at his release. Instead of getting off of her, he rolled them both over with her on top of him. She squealed as the change in position caused her more pain.

The son of a dog even laughed before she felt him relax and shrink inside her. She moved so that he would slide out of he. She gasped in pain again.

She left the bed and went into the bathing chamber to clean herself. Once in the room as she took a cloth to clean the blood from between her legs, she broke down and cried. What had she done? If the Baron had lied to her simply to get her into his bed? Would he do such a horrible thing? She cried for a long time.

When she returned to the bedchamber, Kormaldi was sound asleep. She put on her clothes and knocked on the door to be let out. She was not staying any longer with Kormaldi. She did not want to wake him. The thought of the pain if he took her again made her cringe.

The guards opened the door and stood blocking it.

"I must return to my chambers," She said. If her skin were paler, she would be blushing.

One guard entered the room and went to the Baron's bed, once he was assured the Baron was sleeping. He took in the state of the bedclothes and grinned wolfishly at the faux princess when he returned to her.

"I will escort you." He led her through the corridors back to her chambers. When she entered, Jiya saw two servants sleeping on mats in the outer room. She tiptoed into the bedchamber where Hasini lay asleep. She crawled into bed and cried for a long time. What would she tell Hasini when she awoke?

((Which I am still trying to decide...But I think Jiya needs to speak to Kormaldi first.))

Hasini was so pleased to see two of her servants returned to her. Her happiness was compounded when Judith arrived with two men carrying a chest with some of the princess' things. But she remembered herself and thanked Judith on behalf of the princess. Breakfast was already waiting for them.

Hasini questioned the servants and told them of the ruse she and Jiya had managed. "You must meet with the Baron and discover why he has returned some of my--your things and two servants."

"Yes, I should speak to the baron. I will do it now." Jiya had little appetite this morning. And little desire to see Kormaldi, but she knew she had to. She rang for Judith.

"I need to see the Baron. Immediately." Jiya said.

 

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Kormaldi was expecting Jiya; he'd been up early for breakfast and another bath, followed by sitting at his peep holes to catch up on the happenings inside Hasini's quarters.

He was surprised to see no evidence that Jiya had given him up to the Princess. The pair were still promoting the body double fallacy, now bringing the other servants into the lie as well. And he saw no evidence that the recently fallen angel had exposed her late night affairs with him either, although he was a bit surprised that Hasini hadn't noticed the interesting new swagger that Jiya had in her step now that every muscle about her groin and waist likely made her feel as if she'd just ridden a wild stallion a hundred miles.

He was waiting for her at the door when the Guards let her in. "Breakfast?"

He turned away from her and headed for the fresh plates of food spread out for him. It wasn't nearly as large a selection as the day before, but -- as ordered, and expected -- it was enough for two.