The Circassian (closed)

[a_libertine]

Marcel nodded and followed Katirah to the bed. Her ass swishing delightfully with each step. The pomegranate on her back gave him something to focus on while they walked, with the added benefit of allowing him to see her ass at the same time.

He settled on the bed, waiting and watching as Kitarah went to her little box of toys.

 

[haremfaery]

Katirah pulled out one of the silk scarves, a gold one and draped it around her neck. She gave that same coy/impish smile to the Comte again. She approached the Comte and leaned over taking the edge of his tunic in her hands and helped him remove it. She could see his curious look. She kissed him boldly then pushed him back on the pillows. She helped him put his legs up on the bed.

Katirah straddled the Comte's thighs and kissed him again, deeply. Her breasts lightly brushed his chest. She felt his manhood stir. She smiled again and took the scarf and let it trail across his body. She used it to tease him. She scooted down lower on his legs and trailed the scarf across his thighs and finally swirled it around his stiffening shaft.

Katirah looked at the Comte again and slipped the scarf under his balls. She pulled one end of the scarf, then the other letting it slide back and forth a bit. She paused and looked at the Comte. She slowly tied a knot capturing his balls and his shaft.

 

[a_libertine]

Marcel's eyes grew huge as Katirah tied the golden scarf around his cock and balls, a silken cock ring. Marcel had heard of these and how they improved the stamina of the man they had been applied to. "So you want me to make you scream until dawn, do you?" he asked.

 

[haremfaery]

Katirah had not thought how this scarf might effect her pleasure, that ahd not been her intention. She thought the Comte looked surprised, but he did not stop her. Perhaps he thought she had meant to tie him to the bed. She did not think she dare do something like that. Blindfold, perhaps... She would save that for another night.

"I have heard," Katirah had read actually, "that this greatly enhances the pleasure of a man. It makes him hard as stone. And when he comes to completion, it is as if stars explode." She put her hands on his shoulders and gave him a lingering kiss full of promises. "I want my Comte to feel the stars explode." She said huskily.

She reached her hand down to stroke his cock. She wanted him to squirm and writhe, as he made her do. She wanted him to to be left a helpless puddle on their bed. Perhaps it was not possible for a man to feel that way, but it would not be for her lack of trying.

 

[a_libertine]

He stared into Katirah's eyes as she started to pull on his cock with long gentle strokes while she explained why she had tied the scarf around his cock.

"Katirah," he moaned, "I see stars every time you touch me."

His eyes rolled in the back of his head as she continued stroking his length, now using the fabric of the silk as a sleeve for his manhood. Her light touch along with the sensations of the silk made his cock quiver.

 

[haremfaery]

Katirah actually blushed when the Comte said that. She knew she pleased him, but it seemed to her that he was always very much in control until the very last second of his release, and then back in control again. he never seemed to lose his senses the way she did when he played her body like and instrument.

There was something about the feel of his cock on her hand, a sensuousness she could not describe. Had her sex not been throbbing already, this alone would make her so. She had been wet since the Comte watched her remove her robe.

She could feel how hot and hard his cock was as it strained against the silk. She kissed his chest then raked her teeth across his nipple.

 

[a_libertine]

Marcel moaned as Katirah drug her sharp teeth against his nipples. Her hand was driving him absolutely nuts. The slow stroke focused his attention on the hand delivering it to him.

His hands reached up, one twined in her hair, pulling her face to his face, kissing her roughly. The other hand sought out a nipple and pulled on it, twisting in the mean while.

"Climb on Katirah, and fuck me with the same stroke."

 

[haremfaery]

Katirah kissed the Comte back a little surprised at his roughness. She cried out and pulled away gasping when he twisted her nipple. Her hand tightened around his cock involuntarily.

She moved into position and guided his cock to her hot moist center. "You shall be my steed. My stallion. And I shall ride you to the moon and back." She lifted herself up and impaled herself on his rigid shaft. She let out a gasp. The knot was in the perfect place to hit her sensitive nub. She lifted herself slowly then pushed back down. Her fingers dug into his chest for leverage. She could watch his face very well in this position. She kept up the slow rise and fall, sheathing and unsheathing his cock. She didn't know how long she could do this before the stars exploded for her. She would have to pace herself.

 

[a_libertine]

Marcel watched as Katirah raised and lowered herself on his cock, the level of sensitivity bordering on blissful pain. He could feel each and every millimeter of her vagina as it pulled and pushed along his shaft until the knotted scarf hit her clit, and her ass rested on his thighs.

He began flexing his ass cheeks on her down stroke meeting her part way, adding some drive to her descent. His hands reached up, hugging her breasts against her chest, her nipples pressing into his palm. "Slower Katirah, go slower," Marcel moaned out.

 

[haremfaery]

Even slower? Katirah could do that. Her legs and stomach muscles were strong from dancing. She leaned forward leading with her chest as she slowly lifted up off the Comte's cock without letting it come out altogether. Then she leaned back and lowered herself even more slowly. She did this movement again and again. Her torso made a slow undulation as she raised up on her knees then lowered herself.

She exhaled with a sigh on one of the down strokes. "Better, mon etalon?" She gently tugged the ends of the scarf as if they were reins.

 

[a_libertine]

Marcel took the end of the scarf and trailed the silken corner along her thigh following the lines of henna. His movements were timed with the raise and fall of her body on his turgid cock. "You are trying to please me, Katirah, and that is more pleasing than success."

Marcel watched as goose pimple rose and fell along the path of the edge. "Is my pleasure important to you Katirah?" he asked.

 

[haremfaery]

"You are trying to please me, Katirah, and that is more pleasing than success."

Katirah smiled. It was strange to her to be having a conversation while very slowly, fucking was not the right word for what they were doing. She did not know what to call it. But since it was not a fevered coupling, she could concentrate enough to talk and to feel every every little thing they were doing.

"Oh course it is, my Comte. How could it not be?" She belonged to him, it was her purpose to please him, to entertain him, to do whatever it was that he wanted. But she also wanted to please him, to make him happy.

 

[a_libertine]

Marcel nodded, "But is that because you are my slave, or because you gain pleasure from mine?"

At this pace Marcel knew that the two of them could probably last all night, and thought it worth the time. Pillow talk was the best, especially if joined literally at the hips.

 

[haremfaery]

"Both, mon cher." Katirah said with a sigh and she impaled herself on his member. She slowly moved her hips in a figure eight from side to side grinding against him and the knot.

"My Comte has shown me pleasure the like of which I have never known, why would I not wish to give him pleasure as well?"

 

[a_libertine]

Marcel wanted to roll them over and ravish her, but resisted. This was her show, he was trying like hades itself to let her run it. "Doing a thing because you have received a thing is not the same as wanting to do the thing. Make sense?"

 

[haremfaery]

((Sorry, I poofed. I actually fall asleep for a bit. Crummy cold.))

"Oui, I understand, my Comte." What did he want from her? "But I want to please mon etalon." She leaned forward to kiss him and moaned. She kept her weight on her hands so her nipples grazed his chest. She moved faster against him.

 

[a_libertine]

As Katirah leaned forward, Marcel began firing his hips up, driving his cock into her forcibly. Her ass quivered with each stroke, his balls bouncing off her.

Their pace picked up, her hips rotating quickly as he drove harder and harder into her. Her mouth found his their kiss unrestrained, pure bliss, pure hunger as their tongues dueled like swordsmen.

They rolled to the side, Marcel ending on top of Katirah. He paused, looking down at her, his eyes holding hers, as he drove slowly into her.

 

[haremfaery]

((I knew Marcel would not let her come on top. What is it with these dominant men that don't like that?))

Katirah didn't fight when the Comte rolled her over. Had she done something wrong? The question slipped away as he pushed inside her. The knot of the scarf rubbed against her clit every time they met. She tried to keep her eyes open to look at him as he was looking at her, but it was too much to ask. She closed her eyes and writhed under him.

Her sighs, like birdsong, filled the room. She traced her fingernails down the Comte's chest over his nipples. "Mon Coeur. Mon amour." She whispered.

 

[a_libertine]

((We like the view?))

Marcel nodded as Katirah whispered and gasped out her endearments, as if in acceptance. His body quivered like a bow string as her fingernails trailed over his nipples, sending waves of pleasure crashing through him.

His cock and balls felt bigger, fuller, far more potent than he ever knew before. As he plumbed her depths, his manhood increased its strength. The knot of the scarf was a mixed blessing.

On one hand it was moderately painful, his lower pelvis unaccustomed to the repeated pressure. On the other, he fully enjoyed what it was doing to Katirah. Her moans a symphony unlike any other. An angelic host in one voice, singing her love and praise of him and all that they shared in so brief a time.

 

[haremfaery]

((I always thought the view was better with the girl on top, but I suppose if you are that dominant having the woman beneath you is better. Control issues, I suppose. Although the girl on top has to work harder, so it could give her man a rest. he can just lie back and enjoy.))

((I was in one RP and it got to be a game to see how long it would take before he flipped her over to any position but her on top. The guy hadn't even realized he was doing it.))

Katirah dug her fingernails into the Comte's chest. It felt like he had a shaft of iron covered in velvet. She stretched her legs out straighter. It made his thrusts shallower, but increased the friction between them. Oh, the friction. Her nails dug in harder. As was becoming usual with their couplings, Katirah lost the capacity for speech and could only moan and sigh and cry out.

Her legs went rigid as she felt her climax building. She trembled and shuddered and clutched at the Comte. She cried out at her peak and the waves of bliss rolled over her again and again. The Comte continued to plumb her depths. She was lost in ecstasy, blown to pieces, scattered on the wind. Stars danced behind her eyes. She thought she might faint.

Just as she was falling back to earth, she bent her legs to wrap around him. The change in angle started her off again. She tossed her head back and forth. She cried out in wanton abandon.

 

[a_libertine]

((It isn't merely the physical beauty of the woman that appeals to the eye. There is something oh so sexy about a woman losing complete control of herself, which is hard for her to do on top.))

Each shift in Katirah's position seemed to drive Marcel closer and closer to an orgasmic explosion. The pressure began building in his balls, and when her legs clamped around his waist, he knew he should have cum, but had not.

Her heels dug into his ass cheeks propelling him harder and deeper into her. Sweat covered their bodies, a heavy sheen glistening in the lamp light as he hammered at her, as she absorbed everything he could give her, her body quivering, needing more.

Her cries of pleasure filled the room, echoing in his ears. Her fingernails dug into his skin, sending jolts of passion through out his already passion saturated body.

Just as Marcel thought he could take no more, his cock exploded, making the explosion of Vesuvius look minor in comparison. He arched his back, eyes clamped shut, and yelled in passion. His field of vision did indeed fill with stars, the universe exploding around them as he pumped seemingly gallons of his nacreous seed into her.

 

[haremfaery]

((Ah, I understand now. This is why I like to RP with men--I get so much insight into how their minds work. I'm sure it helps me when I write male characters.))

Every time was different with the Comte. This time, he finally seemed to have lost that last shred of control that he somehow managed to maintain no matter how wildly they had sex.

His breath was her breath. His heartbeat was her heartbeat. His cries were her cries. His passion matched her passion.

Worlds collided as they reached their peak together. Katirah held the Comte close afraid that if she let go she would shatter into a thousand pieces. She loved the weight of him as he collapsed on top of her. She pushed the hair from his face and stroked his back. Their breathing slowly returned to normal.

Every now and then her body would tremble with an aftershock. She sighed a little. "Is my Comte well pleased?"

 

[a_libertine]

((Just what I always wanted to be, a psych experiment ))

Marcel laid down on top of Katirah, catching his breath. The scarf wrapped around his cock and balls impeding the draining of blood from his member, keeping it quite erect inside her.

Katirah sighed out asking about this pleasure, and he nodded in response. Staying planted in her, he rolled off her body slightly, allowing his hands to roam her torso. He trailed a fingertip along the swirls and patterns on her torso and tits, paying special attention to her nipples.

"I do believe, though," Marcel started as he rolled his hips forward slightly, "You have some more work to do tonight."

 

[haremfaery]

((Hee. Not an experiment--a mentor. ))

Katirah smiled then her breath hitched as the Comte traced a finger over her nipple. Her hand tightened on his bicep. She pulled him down to her for a languorous kiss.

She moaned as he moved against her. "Whatever my Comte wishes. I want only to please my Comte." She rocked her pelvis against him suggestively. She could feel how hard he still was.

 

[a_libertine]

Marcel rolled his hips with Katirah's each movement driving hik deep into her. The angle forced him against her back wall, the unfamiliar position sending tingling wave after wave of pleasure through him.

"We should take that scarf off before one or both of us become injured," Marcel jested.