The Circassian (closed)

[haremfaery]

Katirah took the mouthpiece still smiling a little. The hashish had relaxed the lines of pain from the Comte's face. She did not think she had ever seen him look like this except in sleep.

"The pain is less, I think?" She pulled the smoke into her lungs, held it, then exhaled it into expert smoke rings one after the other.

"I have some light fare to eat, should the Comte wish it, or I will go and fetch whatever the Comte desires." She drew on the mouthpiece again and puffed out more smoke rings. "What may I do for the Comte now?" She stretched out on the cushions next to him. Her pupils were dilated and her eyes looked a little glassy.

 

[a_libertine]

Marcel took the mouth piece from Katirah as she settled next to him and took another long hard pull from it. It was true, the smoke was taking the bite of his pain away.

Laying down next to her, he dropped his hand in her lap, and squeezed her leg gently. "Yes, it is."

Taking another pull he turned his head into hers, and his mouth closed around hers. Breathing the smoke from his lungs to hers, Marcel's tongue slid into her mouth, chasing the smoke down her throat.

 

[haremfaery]

Katirah loosened the Comte's tunic further watching him breath in the smoke again. Hashish always heightened her sensuality. She enjoyed the feel of the tunic, the Comte's hand on her thigh.

She opened her mouth to him and breathed in the smoke with his kiss. It was such an intimate thing to do, she felt her body responding. She turned her head and breathed out the smoke then moved closer to him. She ran a hand inside his tunic to feel his skin, she rubbed her palm back and for over a patch of chest hair. She leaned close and kissed his chest. She sighed a little and rubbed her cheek against him.

 

[a_libertine]

It felt right, on some level to have Katirah laying across his side, her face nestled against his chest. His hand traced small patterns from the small of her back up to the nape of her neck.

Taking another hit from the hookah, he held the mouth piece in front of her mouth as she took a pull.

Pain had fled him. He could feel nothing more than a dull ache in his leg. His skin began to tingle up and his vision blurred. "What is it you gave to me?" he asked quietly.

 

[haremfaery]

'It is hashish, my Comte. From the land of the Hindoo." She spoke slowly, languidly as if telling a story. "I take it, the Comte likes it?" Her lips curled into a half smile. "It is a bit harsh. This is known to affect the mind and the body. I thought it would drive away the pain. It does not last so long as opium. Nor does it deaden the mind so much. One can fight it. The lightness... But who wants to? The harem can be very boring. Hashish and opium help the time to slip by."

She stroked his chest lightly with her finger tips. "Do not smoke to much, unless the Comte wishes to sleep." She sat up on her knees and pulled her caftan off. "I want to feel the air on my skin."

 

[a_libertine]

Marcel watched in rapt attention as Katirah's caftan floated to the floor of the wagon. As she settled into a sitting position next to him, Marcel muttered, "About time, I was beginning to wonder if you forgot your promise."

His hand found its way to her breast and he squeezed it gently, thoroughly enjoying the feel of her nipple hardening in his palm. "You are truly one of the few people that is better looking naked."

 

[haremfaery]

Katirah sighed at his touch. "I thought my promise was to be naked in the Comte's tent." She smiled coyly. "The Comte flatters me." However, she was very happy to hear him say it. he did not compliment her often.

She leaned forward to kiss his lips. First gently, then more sensuously exploring his mouth with her tongue. he was weak still and needed to heal, but ksses would bring him pleasure.

 

[a_libertine]

Her tongue slid into his mouth as Katirah ground her chest into his. Marcel shifted his hand to her other breast, massaging it gently. "Hmmm," he moaned into her mouth.

Breaking the kiss he said, "I seem to remember the promise as, 'I will wear naught but a smile in the Comte's presence. Or something like that."

The wagon lurched, tumbling the two of them together in a heap for a moment or two. "At any rate, I much prefer my interpretation to yours."

 

[haremfaery]

Katirah smiled at the Comte. That was not what she remembered saying, but arguing over such a thing was silly. It was her promise and not his mandate and therefore, she would not be punished if she forgot. Thus far it has been fairly easy to be naked in his presence. It was sometimes embarrassing when the Effendi Henri or someone else came into the tent, but she was getting over that. Men looked at her in much the same way whether she was clothed or not.

<i>The wagon lurched, tumbling the two of them together in a heap for a moment or two. "At any rate, I much prefer my interpretation to yours."</i>

Katirah sprawled on top of the Comte. She untangled herself carefully from him. "The Comte is not hurt?" She kissed him again. She opened his tunic and carefully kissed his neck down to his chest. She avoided his bandages.

She paused to look up at him. "Does the Comte prefer to rest?" She kissed his chest. She ran her palm over his skin. "Or shall I sing for my Comte?" She kissed lower. "Or something else...if it will not strain the Comte?" She placed her palm over his breeches. The tip of her tongue darted out to lick her lips.

 

[a_libertine]

Marcel moaned and lifted his hips as her hand settled on his manhood, thrusting himself against her. "Oh yes, I would much prefer something other than resting, strain or no."

Katirah unfastened his trousers and pulled them gently down his thighs. The enhanced feel of the material against his skin from the hashish. Part of his mind wondered how the skin could be so sensitive while the thigh hurt less.

All thoughts disappeared as Katirah's hand wrapped around his shaft and pulled up gently. Tremors of pleasure cavorted across his skin as Marcel's eyes rolled up into the back of his head.

 

[haremfaery]

"I will do the work, and the Comte will lie back and enjoy." Something about holding his cock in her hand sent a sensuous thrill through her. She sighed a little and settled herself in a better position. "The Comte must tell me if anything hurts..." She gave him a little smirk.

She eased his foreskin all the back then bent her head to lick him before finally taking the head of his cock in her mouth. It looked like some exotic mushroom. She let her tongue swirl around it, slow and languid. She inhaled his scent. Taking his cock from her mouth, she licked and kissed the sides pressing her tongue against the ridge. She marveled how this most sensitive area seemed made for a tongue to caress it. She moved her mouth slowly up and and down relishing the Comte's groans. This time he would be totally under her power. She would make him cry out, and beg. yes, she wanted him to beg. She took as much of him as she could and sucked.

 

[a_libertine]

Marcel lost himself in her mouth.

Katirah's tongue and mouth were magical and each touch caress and kiss sent jolts of pleasure through out his body. His body arched into her, driving his cock up into her further.

Pain flared slightly in his thigh only to disappear as Katirah slurped his length completely into her mouth. "Yes, Katirah, slower, suck my cock like you loved Samara the other night," he whispered.

 

[haremfaery]

Katirah put a hand on the Comte's hip. "I do the work." She fondled his globes with her other hand treating them as if they were Samara's breasts. She flicked her tongue back and forth across the underside of the head then up and long the slit. She tasted the salty moisture and moaned. She took more of his cock into her mouth and slowly slid it up and down. Long and lovingly. She leaned over his cock. She could feel the weight of her breasts as her nipple grazed his thigh.

The hashish enhanced her sensuality. She found she enjoyed pleasuring the Comte much more this way. She could feel herself getting wet. After the Comte reached his bliss, she would pleasure herself. She teased her nipple with one hand, perhaps she would not wait.

 

[a_libertine]

Marcel moaned as Katirah pulled on his balls gently. He could smell her scent filling the wagon, to be carried away but the wind, only to come back again. The thought of her hot wet cunt grasping his cock sent a shudder through his body and Marcel whispered, "Not so much work, I think."

Feeling her arm move up and down slightly, Marcel raised himself onto his good elbow and watched her play with her own breast. "Yes Katirah," he whispered, "Cum with me."

 

[haremfaery]

Katirah was not sure what the Comte meant. Did he mean that pleasuring him was not so difficult because he would come soon? Although it did not seem he was that close. Or did he mean that she was also aroused and so this was no work for her, but pleasure? Or perhaps he meant that he did not think coupling would be too much work for him in his injured state?

Her French was improving, but the nuances...

Ah, now she understood. She grabbed at one of the loose cushions and shoved it in the Conmte's direction so he could prop himself up the better to see what she was doing to him, and to herself.

She turned her attention back to his cock taking it into her mouth slowly. She leaned on one hand, the other went between her own legs. Her finger found her clit and stroked it gently.She moaned around his cock sending a vibration through it.

 

[a_libertine]

His eyes never left the spot where her hand delved between her legs as Katirah masturbated while sucking his cock. Marcel clenched and released his ass cheeks with each bob of her head. Her tongue swirled around over and over, drawing him along the path of pleasure.

Reaching down, he cupped a breast and tweaked the hard nipple he found there. Twisting and pulling it, he felt more than heard her moans reverberating through his body.

In a sudden rush, his balls contracted as his seed shot out, flooding Katirah's mouth with a loud moan.

 

[haremfaery]

The Comte's orgasm took Katirah by surprise. She swallowed quickly, but some spilled out of her mouth and down his cock. She licked it clean then moved to get her head closer to the Comte's while she continued to pleasure herself. She watched him watching her and felt a renewed heat.

Now that she could devote her full attention to herself, it was not long before her breathing was rapid and shallow. Her sounds were like dove cries. She closed her eyes, "My Comte..." Her body trembled. She made a startled cry then pressed her hand tight and rocked her pelvis. Her orgasm came in wave after wave. She slowed down her stokes and then sped up and came again with another cry.

 

[a_libertine]

Marcel watched as the orgasm ripped through Katirah, her body quaking fiercely over his as she whispered "My Comte" in such a loving tone that Marcel's whole body responded.

He felt like he was alive suddenly, all pain and cares swept away as her juice dripped from her womanhood onto his leg below her. "Katirah," was all he whispered as he rose up, his mouth finding hers.

 

[haremfaery]

((Someday the Comte will tell Katirah his given name And allow her to use it.))

Another tremor ran through Katirah's body when The Comte kissed her. Her tongue sought his in a languid kiss.

After some time of more gentle kissing and caressing, She pulled away and wiped her hands. She poured wine for the two of them and sat back on the cushions nestled next to the Comte. The sharp spicy scent of the hashish mixed with her own womanly scent in the wagon. She must see that it received a proper airing when they stopped.

"Shall I light the bowl again?" She asked of the hookah.

She began humming and then singing:

O my love, I long to spend days in your arms,
Intertwined, you drive me to madness.
The sun is hot, but not so hot as your breath on my neck.

 

[a_libertine]

Marcel's eyes closed as Katirah began to sing softly to him. Nothing had ever quite felt so right as that moment. Katirah was proving herself to be worth every coin he had spent and so much more.

The thought of her naked body so close to his roused passions in him that while not reflected physically at the moment raged none the less within him, blurring right and wrong.

With slow languid movements he trailed a finger along her moist slit and brought it to his mouth tasting her.

Slowly sleep overcame Marcel her name on his lips.

 

[haremfaery]

((Every coin the Duke gave the Comte to spend on Katirah...Oh my, things could get very messy when they get to France.))

Katirah sang quietly until she was sure the Comte was asleep. She hoped the soothing effects of the hashish would last long enough for him to get proper rest. The night before, his sleep was fitful.

She filled a bowl with a little water and washed her face and hands and then her privates. She would br fresh for the Comte when he awakened. She watched him sleep for awhile. His head and penis both lolled to the same side. It made her smile.

She looked about and found the box with her tarot deck. She sat cross-legged as she shuffled and laid out the cards. The High Priestess covered by the King of Sword. She covered her mouth to keep from laughing out loud. Tell me what I do _not_ know. She thought at the deck. She turned over a few more cards. Wands. For strife. The Thief card--making away with what is not his. Hmm. The bandits? The Comte himself? She turned a few more cards. More strife. Hidden forces and...The Emperor. Not really anything new. The Duke was their biggest problem, but they would not face him for a year or so.

Katriah scooped up the cards and put them away. The quiet except for the creaking fo the wagon, the Comte's slow steady breathing, she was feeling sleepy herself. She curled up next to the Comte and dozed off.

((We can jump to night if you want. Or let them continue to have a lazy day ))

 

[a_libertine]

((I am sure the Marquis gave nothing up front, wouldn't be customary I think.))

The next few days blended together as Marcel relied on the hashish and Katirah's company more. Each night before they slept he smoked enough to put himself into a stupor that allowed him to sleep most of the night. Each morning smoking just enough to allow him to mount a horse and ride a few hours before joining Katirah in her wagon.

The made their way down the short cut, each day outriders attacking bandits, or, truth be told, anyone that looked suspicious with a weapon. When they could with certainty identify bandits as such, their plunder and spoils joined the caravan, increasing Marcel's, in in measure of shares, each man's, personal stake in the success of the caravan. Marcel was beginning to think a life of the merchant was not so bad if properly prepared and the plunder of bandits certainly easier to gain than Moorish villages and towns.

By the end of the short cut, Marcel had the ability to stand on his legs nearly equally again if not able to run or ride all day. The jolting of horse and wagon movement sent shivers of pain through out his body with each one.

The season was late, nearing the middle of fall and behind them snow could be seen falling on the highest elevations of the mountains. Early snow.

The plains that the found themselves on were turning into a dry cool crisp land, as the autumnal mini droughts began.

 

[haremfaery]

((Ah, Marquis, I forgot. Hmm, then if Marcel used his own money, that might give him some leverage to keep Katirah.))

Katirah was happy the hashish helped the Comte's pain. It was better than the absinthe but not as good as opium. However, it kept the pain at bay and helped him sleep. His wounds were healing. She had learned much from watching chirugeon work and helping him. In fact, whenever possible, the Comte preferred her to tend his wounds.

His sexual appetite hadn't changed very much, except Katirah took the active role in pleasing him.

They played chess. Katirah surprised the Comte by her skill at the game. He sometimes thought she had let him a few times.

She sang for him. Fetched things for him. And somehow managed not to do anything to anger him, although she did still fuss around him too much.

She was very aware of how much cooler it had gotten, and not just at night. Being naked in the Comte's presence was going to become a problem in a few months, if not sooner. She might have to suggest a compromise.

 

[a_libertine]

((Doubtful))

The caravan wound its way through a village late in the afternoon making the west outskirts in time to set up camp for the night.

As before when near a village, Marcel sent Henri to the village to find slaves or whores to take the edge off of the men's needs and desires.

He assigned William to Samara and Katirah before sending them into the village.

"Katirah, you have three tasks to complete in the village tonight." Cupping her breasts he continued, "First is to purchase much more of that hashish. Second is to find a cook slave to cook for us, and purchase the food for said slave."

He cupped her face and turned it toward him, "The third task you will like little enough. See if there is a pleasure slave in the village, if so purchase her. She will teach what you claim not to know."

 

[haremfaery]

((Ah well, Katirah s thinking out loud...Although this new request from the Comte...))

The tasks were simple enough and easy to remember. More hashish, a cook slave, and food. She was happy the hashish was helping the Comte.

She frowned a little when the Comte told her he wanted a sex slave. To teach her. Was the Comte dissatisfied? Her mind was now a whirl of questions. She knew better than to question the Comte. Why would he automatically assume she would not like this task? He knew her well, that was why. It made her question herself and her relationship with him. What if the Comte preferred this new slave to her?

She would need a slave who was not just for having sex, but one who was schooled in the art of pleasure. That might be difficult. The village seemed large enough, she might find someone for the Comte

"I will do what the Comte asks."

"And if I cannot find such a slave?" Katirah hoped if she did find such a slave for the Comte that she was old and ugly. She wished she knew what the Comte wanted from her that she was not providing. Until he had used the jade pillar on her, no one and nothing had touched her secret place. Is that what he wanted? Or was her mouth not pleasing enough to him? Did she not give him enough variety in their couplings? The Comte was limited just now with his injuries.

"I must change into appropriate clothing. Then I will go." The Comte did not seem as concerned that someone would try to abduct her as before, only sending William with her. It would be good to walk freely through the village. She was tired of being stuck inside the wagon day after day, even if it was with the Comte. She would get soft and fat if she did nothing but lie on cushions and smoke hashish and eat.