Freedom Has a Price...(2)
Freedom Has a Price...(1) ~ῳ~ Freedom Has a Price...(3)
It was then that the General entered and Eshera turned quickly to him, shaking her head for him to remain silent. The General smiled to her and nodded, extending his hand to her. Regretfully, she rose and eased away from the mating pair, backing into the General gently. His arms wrapped around her gently and he eased from the tent, carrying her with him.
He carried Eshera to another large tent that was his own. "I can see that you have not yet bathed, milady. Have you fed?"
Eshera smiled softly with lips and eyes and nodded. "Aye, sire, I have fed."
The General smiled as he undressed. There was a smaller basin in the middle of the tent, not as grand as his Lord's but it still served well for bathing. He extended his hand to her. Her eyes glazed over, vividly seeing the Lapitaur and Minotaur mating, her hand sliding into the General's hand slowly. She felt him remove her wraps, exposing her body to him, his eyes drinking her in.
Then Eshera felt something she had never felt before as his hand cupped her mound. She felt pleasure, her body flinching as she climaxed, filling his hand and covering it with her nectars. She watched her eyes still glazed over, seeing the Minotaur and Lapitaur mating as the General lifted his hand and cleansed her juices from it. She licked her lips as if they seemed dry, his hands were exploring her, cleansing her, making her feel so beautiful. She didn't feel like a slave anymore. She felt like she was in heaven.
She was to be his now. Her eyes returned to normal, all she could see now was him. No longer were there visions of her mistress and her mate. Now she was experiencing the beauty they were sharing with Charok. She trembled with fear and excitement of what was to come, the taboo they would share exhilarating her to heights she could not endure.
She responded to his caresses with her own and began to kiss him lovingly while pressing her body against his, needing to feel his maleness, his strength. He was awesome and ominous at the same time. She felt like a cinder caught in a hurricane, struggling to stay alive within the onslaught of the winds.
And then he ignited her, making the cinder into a full fledged fire storm. His hands explored her beauty lovingly. He was amazingly gentle despite his size and when the pointed tip of his shaft nuzzled against her folds, parting them ever so slightly, she gasped with pleasure.
She wanted him, needed him desperately. She was on her hands and knees now. She knew not how she managed to get into this position with him kneeling behind her but she did know that she would have more than the mere tease of his shaft tip within her. She pressed back tentatively toward him, taking more of him within her folds, feeling him stretch her wide. She winced softly at the pain of being stretched so wide. He was thick and, as she looked back, she could see that there was quite a bit of his length still exposed. She bit her lower lip as she knew that all of it would eventually find its way within her depths.
As she pressed back toward him, he began to descend within her, easing slowly into her, and then flicking his hips, he surged past her hymen, breaking it and causing a quick-silver pain to shoot through her being. She gasped sharply at the sudden pain, feeling him push deeply within her until the knot near the base of his shaft nuzzled against her now taut folds. She cried out as she felt full of him, her body trembling with pain and pleasure as she climaxed, her muscles feverishly clenching, kneading and milking him, urging him on, betraying her wishes to stop for the moment.
Regaining her senses, she began to circle her hips in sweet, seductive gyration as she ground down onto the knot, performing exactly as she had seen the Lapitaur do with her mate. She winced as she felt her tight little rim stretching beyond its limits as she worked the knot into her. She growled aloud with great pain and pleasure as she slowly and agonizingly forced herself to stretch over and to encompass the massive bulb, panting as she crested it then descended rapidly around it. With a sudden rush, it pushed past her opening and he surged into her. The well lubricated point of his shaft nuzzled through the opening of her cervix, causing a sharp pain to course through her as he forced his way into her womb, invading her utterly.
Her nails raked against the bottom of the basin, scratching loudly within the oily water, a grating sound as he gently forced the last of himself into her, his hips nuzzling hers lovingly in a firm kiss.
She couldn't move, only gulped for air as the pain was great! Her entire being throbbed and she snapped a hand back to his buttock, clasping firmly, nails digging into flesh beneath the fur as she urged him to stay where he was.
He did not move, knowing she needed time to recover, to be stretched to fit him. He licked her back lovingly, enjoying the taste and feel of her flesh. This was new to him. He had never thought of taking a human as a mate and as she quivered around him, he was glad he finally did. They were much tighter than other females and their flesh was a pleasure against him.
When her breath returned and the pain subsided, replaced now by pleasure, she began to move before him, acting on instinct as her mistress hadâ€"yet having no knowledge of the way beasts mateâ€"and she jerked against the knot within her, feeling him move with her as she tugged him along. The knot held and they were tied together.
As she moved, he began to move in synchronization with her, their motions steady and rhythmic, causing them both great pleasures now. She trembled as she gasped and panted her passions for him with each stroke. Her arms gave out suddenly and she fell to her elbows, her mouth just above the surface of the scented oily water as another climax rippled through her being.
He felt her pleasures wash over him, her heat branding the purplish muscle of his shaft as he moved within her. The knot acted as a cork and locked it all within her. Eventually the overflow would break free and surge past.
He slid his hands beneath her, caressing her taut belly, lifting her to stand on her knees before him. Then he wrapped his arms around her and rose from the basin. He stepped out of the basin and moved to his bed platform laden with furs. He climbed onto the bed platform, carrying her with him and then sat with her in his lap. He lay back now, pulling her down with him to lie upon him. Then he resumed his movements, causing her hips to respond naturally despite the fact she was slightly spent. She moaned her love for him, sighing contentedly as they mated.
She was amazed at his stamina and versatility. She had climaxed several times now while he had not at all. She could feel his loins tighten beneath her and his shaft expanded as his pleasures built, only to feel him relax, regaining control and composure, as if letting it all build up. She had no idea what it would be like so she held fast to him with uncertain anxiety.
As the dawn of day began to creep into the tent, it happened. He lunged upward suddenly, her body now a limp rag doll could only tighten and flex as his hot seed began to rush into her. She gasped sharply as the heat of him branded her womb and caused her to climax yet again. This time he kept her climaxing while he climaxed. It was long and luscious!
Her hands clasped his fur firmly while she wrapped her legs around his, gaining leverage as she pushed herself down onto him more firmly, wanting all of his seed to fill her womb.
He nuzzled her from behind and beneath, whispering into her ear his love for her. She whimpered softly and then nuzzled him in return, proclaiming her love for him as well. The seconds turned into minutes, long minutes as he continued to spew into her, feeling his shaft expand as the pressure built up, then contract, expunging the nectar of his soul into her being. Her hips flicked against his as she climaxed in constant response, his hands moving to cup her breasts only added to her pleasures.
She felt full of semen now but could still feel the powerful rush of more heat into her womb, branding her anew with each rush, his seed remaining trapped within her birthing chamber. It was then that she wondered if they were compatible. He had taken her as his and she would gladly have his young if only to be mated like this repeatedly in order to achieve this.
Her body was coated with a fine film of sweat, making her slippery as the oily water had left her flesh soft, smooth and somewhat lubricated. He held her fast to him however despite this, his climax ongoing.
Her mouth was agape in awe, whimpering aloud as his seed rushed into her unabated. Then all went still as he collapsed beneath her. Her hips pumped his slowly and gently, not because she wanted more but because she was still climaxing, her juices finally flowing freely over his loins.
She collapsed fully upon him, stretching out over him. She knew she could not disengage herself from him without hurting them both so she sat up then swiveled herself upon him slowly and gently, so as not to hurt him, the sensation of his hard shaft twisting within her caused her to shiver and have micro climaxes; as she now faced him, the angle of his shaft within her seemed more natural, the bend inside of her fitting her perfectly.
She spread her legs and slid them down along his, entwining her legs in his as she lay forward upon him, sighing passionately as she nuzzled her head upon his chest. His hands moved around her, stroking her flesh lovingly as he nuzzled her in return. She fell asleep with him inside of her, safe and content in his arms. She did not even notice when he pulled the furs over them to cover her form and keep her warm. Then he too fell asleep, their bodies locked as one.