Highness

[plightofsabine]

Sabirah had squealed out in surprise as he pushed her up and over the table, and the trays clinked together as they were jostled. She had been in a state of readiness the entire day and to a maddening degree. When Marsdan pushed his stiffened cock deep into her, it was like an unquenched thirst. Her tight, hungry body eagerly contracted around him, bringing a quiver to her limbs.

His tightening grip around her hair sent a tremble deep through her, forcing a groan from her lips. In that moment he had become larger than life. Her very skin tingled in response and her will, like her body, bent to his will.

"Is this what you want? To be fucked hard? To be used as I want?"

Her pulse started to quicken. Her mind and body were screaming out “YES!”, but he would have it come from her lips. A momentary frustration washed over her as he hovered, urging her response.

Her voice failed her, cracking as she responded with “Y..yes.” She felt the grip in her hair tighten. He didn’t move. Why didn’t he?

Sabirah licked her lips and wet her suddenly parched throat.

She quickly cried out her urgent, lustful response, “YES! I need you, Marsdan. I NEED to be fucked hard…” Her voice dropped off and she began to squirm.
“I need you to use me as you wish. PLEASEEEE… Marsdan! Please!” she implored. The tones of her voice rose as her need mounted. Every word that poured out of her was filled with raw emotion. She was in a place only he could reach.

 

[a_libertine]

It had to be impossible, but it felt to Marsdan that his cock swelled more with each of Sabirah's urgent, heartfelt, or at least pussy felt, replies. It was as if his cock was easily twice the normal girth. And as she screamed, "PLEASEEEE… Marsdan! Please," Marsdan momentarily heard PLEASEEEE… Master! Please!"

Up until that very moment he never really considered his needs to be the dominant partner in a relationship. With his misunderstanding something woke inside him, and he identified with it, needed it, craved it.

He slammed his hips forward with such force that both he and Sabirah momentarily left their feet and the heavy ironwood table noisily scrapped across the floor an inch or two. Slowly, (1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10) he eased his cock back out of her tight sheath, and then in less than a beat of his rapid fire heart, he fired his hips back forward, filling her. The sound of his thighs and hips slamming into her ass and legs was drowned out by the sound of his grunt, her gasp, and the oddly erotic sound of wood scrapping on marble.

"Hold it," he groaned as he began easing back out of Sabirah in the same slow 10 count. "Don't cum, yet," he ordered then fired his hips forward again.

He craned Sabirah farther back by her hair, his tongue thrust into her mouth, her moan swallowed in his throat. His cock hammered away at her pussy, her quim spraying his legs, flowing down her legs.

He looked into her eyes and knew that she would as soon as he whispered, "Beg me for release. Beg me to let you cum for me, Sabirah."

 

[plightofsabine]

The sheer power of his body was concentrated in the area of his hips. When Marsdan thrust forward, he forced the very breath from her. It was almost like if he managed just an iota harder, he could touch a place that was inaccessible to him. Sabirah was open to him. Every thought, every feeling, every crevice within her reflected his presence.

The tones of her voice matched the intensity of his thrusts. The slow deliberate set of his hips excited her further. When his grip on her hair tightened and he pulled back, she had nearly cum. Sabirah had become familiar with his intensity, but today, this was something altogether different. This was primal.

Her tongue eagerly met his as he claimed her mouth with his firm lips. When he finally broke the kiss, it left her nearly breathless and panting. Her heart was pounding in her chest. The more he took, the more she gave. It was the dialogue she craved and needed. How could she have missed this all this time? It felt like she had been cheated out of knowing his true self all this time.

Her body quivered and trembled, reminding her she had very little control over her situation. In fact, she didn’t want the control. She was far happier being all he needed her to be. Which, up until recently, she refused to acknowledge. Since when was any king or queen ever submissive? Submission to anyone was a risk to both their personal and political power. Sabirah couldn’t allow anyone to control her.

That is, anyone except him.

When Marsdan’s cock once again hit the center of her core, the thought disappeared from her head. All she could feel was his thick, bulging shaft driving into her.

"Beg me for release. Beg me to let you cum for me, Sabirah."

A deep groan escaped her throat. He had never asked her to beg before. When he finally said the words, they spread through her, gripping her as tightly as his hold upon her. The words were like a siren’s song. Sweet to her ears.

She wanted to please him. She needed to bring him to his peak, to feel the power of his release and for him to be sated. She would do anything to see it through.

As she caught her breath, her thighs still trembled. He had brought her back and forth to the edge and she felt like her body would simply explode around him.

When she opened her mouth to speak, the words, laced with need, flowed from her lips.

“Pleaseee Marsdan I am so near to cumming….”
“Please can I cum for you? Oh PLEASE Marsdan…” she begged helplessly under him.

He could choose to deny her, and she would have no choice but to concede to his will. She hoped he would gift her the pleasure of the climax. Her womanhood, her nipples, her whole body was throbbing, wound tight. It wouldn’t take but one command.

Just a single command from him.

 

[a_libertine]

Marsdan growled, "Wait," as he drew his cock back and hammered himself forward with his entire strength. It was a long slow pull back out, which caused his body to quiver in a powerful need.

It was a need he could not comprehend at that point in time. All could comprehend was Sabirah was below him. He was hammering her hard and steadily, drawing his cock out as slowly as he could, and slamming it forward back into her. With each powerful stroke he grunted, "Wait."

His balls were boiling. He needed so desperately to cum, to fill her with his seed. Some part of him recognized the need to make Sabirah wait, and he delay would sweeten his own orgasm. He heard her mewling protest below him and Marsdan let loose of her hip long enough to reach back and then slap it hard enough that the sound echoed through out her chambers, and leaving a dark pink, perfect, hand print on her ass cheek.

That was the act that threw him over the edge, and he ROARED, "NOW!"

His cock erupted inside her. His balls pumping what seemed like gallon after gallon of of his seed into Sabirah. His roar of NOW trailed off slowly as his strength seeped out of him through his cock and into her.

 

[plightofsabine]

Sabirah trembled under him. She needed to cum. Her body was teetering on a frenzied state, but she wanted him to be pleased. She wanted him to feel the same intensity and pleasure… to want her again and again. She realized in that moment, as he kept her on that edge, that she would always need him. And so, for the next several moments as he pushed in and out of her, she panted and grunted each time he bottomed out in her.

The resounding crack signaled the strike of Marsdan’s hand to Sabirah’s soft flesh sending a wave of energy through her body. The corresponding roar spurred Sabirah’s body to shudder and quake with an intensity she had never experienced before.

Ignorant of all else, the young queen screamed out, “MASTER!”

Her voice, entwined with Marsdan’s, carried through the chamber like a symphony, reaching every corner. Her channel flexed and gripped him as she soaked his cock with the results of her climax. The remainder flowed down her thighs leaving her sticky. Her body tingled as if every nerve ending had been touched. As their voices began to wane, and the energy they had generated had taken its toll, Sabirah collapsed forward on the table panting hard and the ethereal bliss that remained kept her suspended just beyond the edge of consciousness. It was a place she was safe, where none could touch her.
Where she was focused only on Marsdan and herself.

Where she retreated into the sensations that had just moments ago washed over her.

The calm of her spirit was finally restored.

 

[a_libertine]

Marsdan kissed the nape of Sabirah's neck as he caressed her ass where he had given her the one hard shot. His chest was planted against her back, forcing her chest down on the table. HE vaguely heard a diffident knock at the door and a small voice tremulously query, "Is everything okay, my Queen?"

Marsdan glowered at the door, before sighing. "It would appear our secret will no longer be a secret Sabirah."

Marsdan raised himself upright and helped her up. He pulled her into his lap as he sat down and kissed her tenderly. HIs eyes were full of mischief as he asked, "Master?"

 

[plightofsabine]

Before she could wrangle everything back under control, it was already out there. It had come from her lips. Sabirah returned the kiss gently but shifted on Marsdan’s lap. She knew she had to answer the inquiry at the door straightaway.

She sighed heavily and cleared her throat.

Sabirah raised her voice, “All is well. Thank you.” Maybe that would stave off the questions a while. She could have kicked herself for allowing herself such freedom. There was always a price. Now, the whispers would begin.
She glanced down for a long moment, as if running the scenarios in her head. There was so much intrigue that surrounded the palace and its inhabitants.

“I never liked secrets anyways,” came her response. The secret wasn’t the real problem. Granted, it could cause a bit of difficulty when it made its way through the all the circles and she had probably turned the world around her upside down. Her position was tenuous at best.

Sabirah leaned back against him. “Master of my heart and hearth, to be certain, thought many would argue the point to the very last detail.”

 

[a_libertine]

Marsdan nodded, not pressing the issue at the moment. He knew deep in his heart and mind alike that no matter what the future held for the two of them, she was in ways no other man could ever hope to achieve.

His eyes trailed over her bosom and he grinned as he plucked a vegetable from the lace and ate it. "I think I may eat dinner off you more often," he whispered playfully. As they talked he pulled the occasional item of food from her, or the table, and ate as they talked.

He reached under her skirt and pulled the harness off of her and set it on the table. "I believe you may have had enough of that for one day." Reaching back between her legs, he massaged her mound gently, rubbing in their combined juices into her womanhood.

"How are the tournament plans coming along?" He asked.

 

[plightofsabine]

Sabirah couldn’t help but to laugh. She was quite a sight with bits of food all caught up in her clothes. The removal of the harness was a good thing. She had her fill and more and had felt somewhat distracted through the day. But, it was still a good distraction.

The tournament was one of many things that were a concern to her. The faster it could be put together, the better she felt. Sabirah was certain she would be satisfied. It was just this afternoon she had been briefed. Unfortunately, with the delay of the troops, it meant there wouldn’t be full participation. Sabirah didn’t like complications. Navar and his new assistant, Amir Hadad, were working hard on the details. Now it was just a matter of when. It was all up to her.

“Well, the plans for the tournament have been solidified. The games have been decided, the criers will have the announcements in their hands tomorrow. We’ll have a nice feast in celebration. Now it’s just a matter of the participants and when. It would be disappointing not to have a decent list of participants. After all, the prize is well worth the effort. Or at least, that is what I am told. What do you think? Are we missing anything, or, is there anything else you’d like to see?”

 

[a_libertine]

Marsdan quipped, "You on your knees sucking my member making it hard again, would be nice, then he thought a moment, and said, "Make sure that the rules do not preclude those who are not landed."

In response to her quizzical look, "I have titles plenty, but no land that I own in fief to you. I have always turned those lands your father offered down. Having land gets in the way of war."

He plucked another piece of fruit off of Sabirah and nibbled off the end before feeding it to Sabirah. He looked at her, "When I came in, it looked like you had a lot on your mind when I bent you over the table, care to share?"

 

[plightofsabine]

“Well, outside of trying to figure out what Moren is up to and who is pulling his strings, he’s got some wild hair up his rear that it would be fashionable to have a queen bedded and bred. At least that is what my lady reports. That’s probably a cleaned up version of his twisted fantasy,” she answered rolling her eyes.

“That doesn’t bother me so much. Men will have their fantasies, just as long as they keep them to themselves, they can keep their appendages intact. I guess I’m just worried about everything hinging on the return of my father’s body. If I hold the tournament too soon, the nobles will accuse me of purposefully leaving them out of the equation and would contest any results. I don’t want there to be any question on the result of the contest,” Sabirah paused, pressing her forehead to his for a moment.

“I will miss you when you’re away. Frankly, I’ve been thinking about getting out and seeing what there is to the Empire. I’ve always been held up here because the Emperor was always out expanding the lands, and it was important to keep some of the royal family here at the palace. But, I am the last. It would be foolish to leave right now, and I realize that. It’s not a risk I can take, as much as I want to get out. So many things that have to be done, and I don’t feel like I’m even moving forward. It’s like everything waits on that procession while others have a chance to situate themselves.” She sighed softly.

“It’s not as easy as just wearing a crown and living happily ever after. It’s gaining political support, getting married, securing a new heir, expanding the empire. The only thought that makes this entire life bearable is you being in it. Those are chains I can bear with a smile. Any other would be unbearable. Do you understand the depth of what I’m saying? I need you,” she explained.

Maybe it was silly, but it was honest. As would have it, women in general, worried about everything.

 

[a_libertine]

Marsdan nodded, and thought a moment before responding. While he thought, his hands idly played with her ass, and her thigh reaching up under the dress. "Well as I see it there are four things in play, let's take them in reverse order."

Patting her ass he said, "As far as expanding the empire goes, you can probably leave that to General Tarath and me. If I am a hawk when it comes to war, he is a dragon. There is no one that wants to carve his name in history as the greatest at their profession than him. His desire to be the greatest general in history exceeds my desire to be the Arch Mage of all time. And to be that I took on a lich older than the empire."

The hand he had on her thigh worked it's way up to her crotch, and he ran a finger up and down her slit gently. "Marriage and heir are essentially the same problem. When I win the tournament we marry. Once we marry, you will spend so much time pregnant, you may try to have my balls removed from me. Which of course I won't allow."

He eased his middle finger into her warm honey pot and nibbled on her tit hard enough for her to feel it through her dress. "That leaves political power, and garnering it. That is primarily a together type thing. I suspect someone will make a play on you or the throne when I leave. When they do, you will bring me back and I will squelch it and them."

He pulled his finger and hand from her and reached into his pouch and pulled a ruby and diamond bracelet out and attached it to her wrist. "If you need me, break the ruby. Within 12 seconds, I will be by your side."

 

[plightofsabine]

Marsdan nodded, and thought a moment before responding. While he thought, his hands idly played with her ass, and her thigh reaching up under the dress. "Well as I see it there are four things in play, let's take them in reverse order."

Patting her ass he said, "As far as expanding the empire goes, you can probably leave that to General Tarath and me. If I am a hawk when it comes to war, he is a dragon. There is no one that wants to carve his name in history as the greatest at their profession than him. His desire to be the greatest general in history exceeds my desire to be the Arch Mage of all time. And to be that I took on a lich older than the empire."

Yes, he had a point. General Tarath was very, very good at his job. Marsdan, was just as talented. “I have no doubt that between the two of you the expansion will come. I know it sounds foolish to some, but I just might want a small hand in that. Everything I’ve mentioned so far aren’t really personal goals, Marsdan. They are all established expectations of someone who would sit on the throne. They are the center framework of one’s existence. It’s the rest that must come around all of this,” she explained softly. “Well maybe some are a personal…”

The hand he had on her thigh worked it's way up to her crotch, and he ran a finger up and down her slit gently. "Marriage and heir are essentially the same problem. When I win the tournament we marry. Once we marry, you will spend so much time pregnant, you may try to have my balls removed from me. Which of course I won't allow."

Sabirah trembled, when his fingers brushed across her warm, eager flesh and her soft, pink lips parted, releasing a long breath over her lips. A slow flush spread over her cheeks and she glanced down. She felt a rush of excitement pulse through her veins. She had never heard anything quite so intimate from his lips before now. It was different when she thought about it.. or when her ladies discussed such things amongst themselves. It was MUCH different to hear the desire of men. Especially a man like Marsdan. The thought almost left her breathless.

He eased his middle finger into her warm honey pot and nibbled on her tit hard enough for her to feel it through her dress. "That leaves political power, and garnering it. That is primarily a together type thing. I suspect someone will make a play on you or the throne when I leave. When they do, you will bring me back and I will squelch it and them."

He coaxed a moan from her lips both when his finger delved into her and when his teeth found the flesh under her dress. Sabirah clung to him and shifted again in his lap, as if doing so would extend his touch. She swallowed and cleared her throat before speaking again.

“When they try, they will find a sword at their throats. I know you will do all you can to end their games. They’re coming, I can feel it. Every day that procession takes I feel them coming closer. They will become bold and someone will make a mistake. Hopefully, we’ll know who they are before then.”

He pulled his finger and hand from her and reached into his pouch and pulled a ruby and diamond bracelet out and attached it to her wrist. "If you need me, break the ruby. Within 12 seconds, I will be by your side."

Sabirah inspected the bracelet. It was very well crafted for what it was. It was nice to have something at her fingertips that reminded her of him, not that she could ever forget him. Most importantly, it was the security of knowing he could always be close. This eased her mind significantly and any tension the conversation had generated, faded away.

She slipped from his lap and settled on her knees between his legs. The young queen looked up to Marsan, “I hope you won’t have to be gone for long,” she remarked softly, before freeing his member and sliding it between her soft, wet lips. The taste of his flesh encouraged her to push him deeper into her mouth and begin sucking him gently. She loved how it felt, like this, with his fingers tangled in her hair, enjoying her mouth. Oh yes.

 

[a_libertine]

Marsdan sighed contentedly as Sabirah sucked his semi flaccid cock into her warm mouth. His hands found each side of her head and his fingers wrapped themselves into her hair. As her tongue swiped slowly, wetly, across the top of his cock, it regained it's rigidity.

He looked down and their eyes met and held each other with the same loving tenderness she showed his cock. Part of his mind wondered at what his home coming would be if this was the way she was seeing him off.

Marsdan moaned out, "Something isn't quite correct." The he snatched a sharp knife from the table and slit her dress along the top of her shoulders. The fabric to her waist freeing her perfect heavy tits. They swayed gently as she continued watching him and making love to his cock.

"It is almost as you were worshiping it, Sabirah, " he whispered awe creeping into his voice. Something flashed in her eyes whether it was agreement or not he wasn't sure but her pace didn't change.

He lifted his hips from the chair and between the two of them they worked his pants down to the floor where he kicked them off to the side.

Her hand reached up and hefted his balls, giving them a slight squeeze which elicited a moaned, "Yesssss, " from him.

Reaching down again, he pulled her up off her knees and ordered, "Strip and continue."

 

[plightofsabine]

Sabirah rose slowly to her feet. Without breaking her gaze, she shimmied the dress down over her shapely hips, pausing momentarily before the garment fell in a loose pile at her feet. Her nipples tightened when the rest of her skin was suddenly exposed to the air, causing her to shiver. A soft flush entered her cheeks. There was something completely disarming about his gaze. She couldn’t figure out if it was adoration or the desire to consume her and it made her pulse quicken.

She once again slipped to her knees before him, pressing her lips to the inside of his left knee and slowly trailing her soft, warm lips up his thigh. Before she could reach anything else, she switched sides and did the same for his other leg. Her hot breath flowed over his skin and when she reached his balls she took each in her mouth, one at a time, sucking on them gently as her fingertips massaged the small area directly behind them. The service was not only to arouse him, but to also meet the need she felt welling up within her. The desire to taste him… to hear him moan in pleasure.

Every moment she spent at his feet allowed her arousal to grow. Her hot wet tongue drew lazily up his lengthy shaft and when she finally took his pulsing rod back into her mouth again, she pushed him deep into the heat that would consume him. There she would stay, flicking her tongue across his flesh and drawing out the pleasure. She felt the reverence of what she did and it only encouraged her further. It was as if she was memorizing the smallest details of his body, taking time to stroke each inch with her tongue.

The woman at his feet began to squirm. Oh, he tasted so good. She just didn’t want to stop.

 

[a_libertine]

Marsdan could smell her arousal as Sabirah continued worshiping his cock. It was the most amazing blow job he had ever felt. There was something about the way she used lip, tongue, and hand that sent wave after wave of pleasure through his body. His knees twitched as Marsdan rocked up when it felt like Sabirah was trying to suck his heart, mind and soul from him through his piss slit.

It was as if Qetesh, the goddess of pleasure gave her a gift for pleasing him. Whether she caught keys that he did not know that he was giving to her, or if she naturally knew what to do, she played his cock masterfully, like a musical instrument.

He wrapped his fingers into her hair and began firing his hips up, driving his cock deeper into her mouth. He heard he gag and he lowered his hips back down until his ass rested on the chair again. He couldn't stop her at the moment, he didn't know if he would ever stop her from sucking his cock, especially if she continued to do it like this.

He growled, a low animalistic sound, as he held her head in place, and his balls began to boil. He felt the orgasm coming, as it raced up his cock and fired out of the cum slit and into her mouth.

 

[plightofsabine]

Sabirah trembled, feeling the low, animalistic tones from Marsdan. She could feel she was pleasing him and the more he enjoyed it, so did she. His swelling cock seemed to grow twice it's size each time his pleasure came to its peak.


When he went away, she wanted him to remember who was waiting for him upon his return. She was pretty certain she had a good start.

When his cock erupted, she swallowed the hot, sticky cum. Any remnants tingled on her tongue. Sabirah flicked her tongue over his cock several times before his hips began to slow. When his body began to flinch when she touched his sensitive cock, she slowly released him. Sabirah drew her lips lightly down his inner thigh and placed a soft kiss upon it before nipping him teasingly with her teeth.

She glanced back up to him, sunken down in his chair, giving him a wry grin. She was quite satisfied with herself.

 

[a_libertine]

She looked so happy kneeling there between his legs that Marsdan wanted to see her that way every day until he died. He pulled her up into his lap and sat her across his legs, giving him easy access to her entire body.

"That was amazing, Sabirah," he whispered. "I believe that Qetesh blessed you sexually."

His hand hefted her breast, his thumb trailing across her nipple, teasing it gently. "I think we should retire to your bed, for one last love making after we clean up a little. I think it prudent to leave you as sore as I possibly can before I leave in the morning."

He stood and carried her cradled in his arms then started toward her bed chambers, and the attached bath area.

 

[plightofsabine]

The time he had spent away more than made up for the effort it took to lift her. It was as if she weighed nearly nothing. Sabirah wrapped her arms around Marsdan's neck. She could feel his gait as he walked from one room to another. It was a smooth gait,direct and purposeful.

She wasn't quite sure which made her blush more; the compliment on her growing skills, or his desire to make her sore.

"Quetesh led me to you - I consider that blessing enough," she answered.

Sabirah nestled her face in his shoulder.She was so fortunate he returned her affection. There were so many unhappy people in the world. She didn't want that for either of them.

The whispering outside the doors to her chambers had already begun. No one had suspected the young Queen to be involved with anyone; at least not yet. Her sudden outburst of earlier had left questions in the minds of the guards and when her ladies began to move about, were denied entrance until Sabirah indicated otherwise. The guards had seen it before with the previous Emperor. They were not ignorant and made certain assumptions. The ladies would have their suspicions.

Sabirah wouldn't care overly - she trusted her guards, and her ladies. She focused on Marsdan, following the line of his jaw, noting the curve of his nose and the chiseled features she had come to enjoy seeing every day.

 

[a_libertine]

Marsdan carried Sabirah into the bathroom, and set her down, "Draw the bath while I tend to our clothes," he said then left the bathroom.

He gathered thier clothes and carried them to her bedroom. With a wave of a hand, the stains and food that was on her dress disappeared piece by spot. After it was cleaned he made a sewing motion and the fabric rewove itself where he had sliced it off her shoulders, leaving a seamless repair.

Walking back into the bathroom, he sat on a chair and watched as Sabirah was entering the bathwater. One of the better inventions made by transmuters were the magical rocks that kept water at a high temperature. "Do the rocks keep the water hot enough, or do you need more of them?" He asked.

 

[plightofsabine]

The heated waters rose up her thighs as she gingerly stepped into the still, heated water of the bath. Her ebony locks flowed down over her shoulders and tickled the small of her back resting over the curves of her derriere. She crossed her arms in front of her as if to maintain some false sense of modesty, though in reality, was to ease the throbbing of her aroused nipples. Sabirah turned her head slightly and glanced over her shoulder as Marsdan reappeared. When the ache from her nipples eased, she lowered her arms and reached over for the hair pins.

Sabirah piled her hair high upon her head and fastened it with the pins before continuing her immersion into the water. The water lapped at the curvature of her derriere a moment before it too, met the depths of the water. He could see the surface of her skin flush as each inch was slowly consumed. When she had submerged to a point where the water came up just above her breasts, she turned and sat upon the small ledge, leaning back against the edge of the bath and settling her head upon a soft towel. A deep sigh flowed from her lips and she closed her eyes momentarily. When she opened them again, her gaze settled upon Marsdan.

“It’s perfect,” she answered, biting at her lower lip momentarily, contemplating.

“Will you be joining me, or am I going to enjoy this all by myself?” she asked teasingly with a coy smile forming on her lips.

 

[a_libertine]

Marsdan's eyes danced across her body as a knowing smile crossed his face, "No, I am going to let you soak a while, your muscles will welcome the warmth that is there once I get you into your bed."

He did stand and move over to the edge of the tub and sat down. He dipped his hand into the water, testing its warmth and found it a little cool for his tastes. "Besides, if I got in there with you, we would slosh water all over the room."

His hard toned body rippled easily as he splashed her lightly with the hot water. "We better enjoy this time that we have together, soon enough there will be so much crap going on around us that time will be a rarity."

 

[plightofsabine]

Sabirah laughed – the sound of her voice danced through the air. It was good they could enjoy the simple things between them. The water sprayed over her shoulder and cheek and the surface, now disturbed, flowed around her. Very much like a rock thrown into a pond, the ripples moved around her with the transferred energy.

There would be many difficult moments, and in her mind, she already rebelled against them. She dared hope for some tranquility in her life and, the more she discovered, the fewer opportunities for tranquility existed. They would have to make the time.

Sabirah’s dark eyes traveled across his body and she smiled appreciatively. Marsdan had her desire and it grew every moment they were together. More than that, she felt his hold on her heart strengthen. They had both changed so much in so little time, Sabirah took this in caution. As was the way of nature, all that was tossed upwards would eventually fall. Sabirah felt very much they were climbing a mountain.

She reached for the soap and began to clean her skin. “I hope as things gain speed they will eventually fall off as well,” she answered.

 

[a_libertine]

Marsdan grabbed the scented soap and began washing Sabirah. He started at her feet and worked his way up slowly, kneaded the soap into her skin as he went up. Bit by bit her muscles lost all tension as he worked on her. He avoided her crotch and breasts until the rest of her, hair included, was washed.

He then slowly washed her heavy breasts, titillating her as he cleaned her. Now the object was her arousal as much as cleaning her. She began panting slightly as his hand delved down to her crotch, washing her delicately and making sure to 'accidentally' brush against her clit with each movement.

As he finished, Marsdan helped Sabirah stand and handed her a towel. "Dry off, and go to your bedroom. Wait for me there in the position you think I want to see you most in."

As she murmured a response, he kissed her deeply, passionately, and spun her around. With a swat of her ass, "Off with you."

 

[plightofsabine]

Sabirah needed no prompting. Her tongue tingled as the kiss, and the swat to her derriere encouraged her. Before she disappeared from the bathing room, she glanced back over her shoulder with a wickedly playful grin. Her dark eyes danced and she headed into the bedroom.

Her small feet made their way across the room and she crawled slowly upon the bed. What position did she think he would like? What position WOULDN'T he like? What a thought. There she waited on her hands and knees. Sabirah shivered, feeling the cool air kiss her heated skin. She lowered her head momentarily and then tossed her head back, her ebony hair spilling over her back. She spread her thighs slightly. Sabirah could feel the heat radiating against her inner thighs. He always made her feel so humble, needed, so beautiful, so...excited.

Her heart was thumping in her chest. She could feel the very blood in her veins race. Her breaths were coming a little faster as the anticipation overtook her. She didn't know exactly what she wanted, but she knew whatever it was, it was all about Marsdan.