The Lotus Ascension (18 page)

“
Your horns are too high,” said Sillara, letting Konas finish pulling
the white fabric over his branching horns. Then she dropped her hands to his
waist and set to work on the buckle of his belt. Unlike most Sunjaa women,
Sillara knew her way around the more complicated Ausir fashions, and the
breeches were no obstacle to her. She tugged them down over Konas's slim hips,
and his cock sprang free, thudding against her belly.

“
Lovely,” said Sillara. His penis was long and thick, sprouting from
a nest of golden hair, and its top was already glistening with his desire.
Sillara took him in her hand, feeling the freedom of a wife and finding it
good. She closed her eyes for an instant, remembering Soren's tales of
coupling. She smiled inwardly, knowing that she could sense Konas's desires
and, thanks to Soren, grant them.

Konas shuddered
as her hands closed over his cock, and Sillara ran her hands up and down his
length, loving the weight and feel of him. A low groan escaped Konas, and he
buried his face in her neck. His lips pressed against Sillara's throat, and she
increased the pace of her strokes, conscious of her increased need as well as
Konas's own.

“
Lie down,” said Konas huskily.
“For I cannot wait
any longer.”

Sillara
released Konas's cock, but she did not lie down on the thick blanket. Instead
she knelt and looked up at him through her thick lashes. The sand beneath the
blanket was soft, and here, sheltered from the wind and the sun, was a dim
pocket of sensuality in the midst of the desert, and Sillara was pleased. Konas
stood before her, quickly slipping off his low boots, and then Sillara,
so
soon as he was entirely naked, reached up and stroked his
shaft once more. Konas's breath
increased,
and Sillara
darted out her tongue and licked his cock from its base all the way to its tip.
Konas's heart raced, and Sillara kissed the tip of his phallus—and swallowed
his entire length. He was long enough, not only to fill her mouth, but also to
pass down her throat. Sillara had heard of this from Soren, and she knew that,
while it was difficult for the receiving partner to accomplish, if she could
take the cock down her throat, it gave extreme pleasure.

Sillara forced
down her gag reflex with the iron will of a Tamari and the success of a
pleasure slave. Konas moaned, and Sillara began to move slowly back and forth
along his length.

“
Sillara.”
Konas buried his hands in the mass of her black ringlets and began
to take control of the pace.

Had her mouth
been free, Sillara would have smiled. Konas picked up speed, and the deep
thrusting motion pleased her. She looked up at her husband, her mouth stretched
wide with his cock, and Konas groaned. Sillara, on his next deep thrust, darted
out her tongue and licked his balls. The hair was a drawback, but Sillara
ignored it. Ausir were not as insistent on hairlessness as were the Sunjaa.
Soren, for instance, had had his pubic hair removed at the same time she had.

As Konas's
hands fisted in her hair, pulling both painfully and pleasurably, Sillara ran
her hands up his thighs, stroking and caressing, until she reached his balls.
Then with a delicate forefinger, she stroked the small, soft area between his
balls and where his buttocks curved upward.

A low growl
began to build in Konas's throat, and he pulled from her mouth. His eyes
smoldered as he half-pushed her down to lie flat on her back. Sillara smiled at
him, a sultry look, and he knelt between her open thighs.

“
I must tell you, Sillara, that a maid's first time can be painful,
but do not expect that pain every time. It is a brief thing, a momentary—”
Konas's voice was rough-edged, ill-suited to the hesitating words he spoke.

Sillara laid
her finger to his lips. “Take me.”

Konas
positioned himself over her, aligning his cock with her damp entrance, but he
did not yet penetrate her. Instead, he put his weight on his hands and kissed
her mouth, a fierce, passionate kiss that had Sillara arching up beneath him.

That seemed to
be what he had been waiting for, as Konas then slid his cock home inside
Sillara. He pushed past her hymen and kept going until he hit her cervix. Only
when he was all the way inside, buried to the hilt, did he pause.

Sillara's
breath caught in her chest. The pain had been intense, but it had also been
brief. Konas had not allowed her to dwell on the pain, for he had continued his
motion. Now he was still, and she was filled up, stretched to the limit, and
she thought she might cry from the sheer pleasure of it.

“
My Sillara.”
Konas pressed his lips to hers again, and she devoured his mouth.

“
Fuck me, husband.” Sillara murmured her words as soon as Konas
pulled back for breath.

Konas stared,
startled, into her face, but Sillara slid her hands down his back to the curves
of his taut ass and pushed. Konas laughed then, and he began to slide in and
out of her with a rhythm that seemed to Sillara to be the very rhythm of her
heart. Each stroke was harder than the one before; each brought her closer to
the blossoming warmth she remembered from Merieke's skillful kisses.

But this was
different, deeper, better. Sillara moved her legs up, wrapping them around
Konas's thighs, and then she bucked against him. As he pressed down, she pushed
up, enabling his shaft to pierce her more thoroughly. Deeper and deeper he
thrust; harder and harder she pressed, and suddenly Sillara erupted into a
white, shattering brilliance. She felt wetness pour from her pussy, and Konas
stopped, breathing heavily.

“
Amazing,” he whispered.

Sillara was
perplexed. She had not done anything beyond the barest, most instinctive
movements. She had not yet done anything to impress Konas. But she wanted to.
She would give Soren something to hear about! She leaned up into Konas's mouth,
kissing his lips, pressing her tongue against his, and she pushed her whole
body upward. Konas seemed to read her desire, for he allowed her to push him
all the way back. She was now mounted on him, his cock still deep inside her,
but she was above him, looking down into his face. His golden hair splayed out
around his head, and his black horns, though not so lovely as Soren's golden
ones, were still very beautiful. Konas's green eyes were full of love and
desire, and Sillara felt like purring. She had never known that sex could be so
glorious. She rested her weight on her knees and planted her hands on the broad
expanse of his white chest. The contrast of their skin, hers so golden-brown,
his so pale, was pleasant, and Sillara began to rock back and forth, enjoying
the sensation as Konas's cock would slip half-way out on her forward motion,
only to slide all the way back home on her backward motion.

“
So beautiful,” said Konas, and his eyes glowed.

Sillara
responded by pulling her hands from his chest and sliding them up her own
flanks to cup and caress her own nipples. As she pressed the darkly rosy tips
in her fingers Konas moaned beneath her. Sillara laughed aloud in her delight,
and she tossed her head, sending a cascade of black hair tumbling over Konas's
face.

“
Konas,” she whispered, and she leaned forward, pressing her breasts
to his chest, her brow to his, her lips to his.

Konas clasped
her waist and began to move her back and forth once more. Sillara felt her cum
dripping down onto Konas's skin, and she pressed down harder.

“Bind
me,” she said.

“What?”
Konas stared into her face, astonishment warring with lust in his eyes.

“Bind
me,” said Sillara again, “so that I am open to your desire, helpless in your
hand, and you can make pillage of my mouth—” She leaned forward and kissed him.
“My cunt—” She ground against him.
“Or my ass.”
As she
started to wriggle her ass against his hand, Konas jerked from her pussy,
breathing heavily.

Sillara
smiled,
then
licked her lips. Soren had told her that,
when a man felt his cum about to explode, he could, if he were quick and
skillful enough, pull out and regain control. Sillara gave a low, throaty
chuckle. She was delighted, both that her husband had what Soren deemed an
advanced skill and that she herself had brought him to such a pitch.
 

Konas
half-laughed,
and he slapped the globe of her ass.
“Demanding little virgin, aren't you?”

“
Not a virgin anymore.” Sillara pushed back against his hand, which
still rested lightly on her ass-cheek.

Konas must have
seen the glow in her eyes, for he slapped her ass again, harder this time. He
rubbed over the stinging spot, soothing the slap, and Sillara pushed back
again.

“
I am a naughty little Ausir who needs discipline,” she said. “And if
you don't bind me, I might escape.”

Konas's groan
pleased Sillara, and he whipped around to begin rummaging in the balloon
basket. It did not take him long to retrieve a long rope, with which he
immediately began to bind Sillara's wrists, lifting them up over her head.

Sillara watched
him, tracing over his form with her eyes. Her virginal blood still stained his
proudly-erect cock, and she strained against the ropes binding her.

Konas slapped
her ass once again, and the sting of it went straight to her clitoris. She
began grinding her hips against the blanket. Konas responded by flipping her
over onto her belly. He continued to wind the ropes around her, and she felt
her legs being drawn up and apart.

“
Now you're mine.” Konas was exulting, and Sillara could not wait for
him to get back inside her. She was still facing downward, but she was half on
her knees, with her ass and pussy both elevated. She was exposed to Konas's
eyes, and she was open for him to touch.

“
All mine,” said Konas.

“
Every hole,” said Sillara.

Konas's fingers
slid around her pussy, in and out, and then suddenly she was impaled on his
cock. She pushed back against him, despite her ropes, pushing him deeper inside
her with all her strength.

And then she
felt his fingers, slick with her own cum, teasing the tight, empty hole of her
ass. Sillara gasped, and she pressed down and back, both taking him in deeper
and spreading her ass as much as possible.

Konas's index
finger, that long, skillful thing, penetrated her, and Sillara threw back her
head and howled her climax. She pressed down on his cock and his finger,
wanting them both as deep as she could get them.

“
Abrexa's cunt,” said Konas, and he groaned as he thrust upward.
Konas pulled his finger from her ass then, and Sillara whimpered. When he
pulled his cock out of her entirely, Sillara's whimper became a moan. She had
never felt so empty. She shifted her head from where she rested on her cheek
and looked between her own legs. Konas appeared upside down, but his
magnificent erection still bounced in front of him. Sillara bit her lip to keep
from
sighing
her relief, for she still wanted more,
much more. He reached down beside him, and she realized he must have gotten
this heavy, brass object when he had gotten the ropes.

Sillara
recognized it from Soren's descriptions, and her eyes grew wide.
An anal plug.
She waited breathlessly for Konas to
give it to her. He was still kneeling behind her, and he began to circle her
swollen clit with the cold metal of the plug.

“
We're fresh out of oil,” he whispered. “I left it all with the
slaves. So I will have to use your own cum for lubrication.”

Sillara bit her
lip to keep back the moan at Konas's words. He slipped the plug inside her
hungry cunt, and Sillara braced her knees on the blanket, pushing down, trying
to take in more.

“
Insatiable.” Konas reached underneath her to pinch her nipple, and
Sillara squealed her delight. He took his time lubing up the plug, and when he
pulled it out of her, it was positively dripping. As he pressed the slick, hard
plug against her anal rosebud, Sillara pushed back against him like a cat in
heat. When the plug was in, Sillara moaned. It was a painfully pleasurable
fullness that made her pussy contract in both delight and desire.

“
Perfect.” Konas's cock surged forward. This time was even better,
for the pressure of the plug in her ass made her pussy, already a tight fit for
Konas's
cock, narrow farther. Konas began to thrust
like a man gone mad, and burst after burst of white light appeared behind
Sillara's eyes. Konas shattered her like glass, and when he stopped, his cock
buried so deeply in her that his balls slapped against the handle of the plug,
she could not see his pleasure. She was so broken that she could only hear
,
hear the high whine that betrayed Konas's own orgasm, and
then spurt after spurt of his hot seed filled her. The sensation brought yet
one last shudder to Sillara's pussy, and she laughed as Konas collapsed on her
back.

She could not
wait to tell Soren.