She should stop this. But what was the point? Tonight they’d join, whether it started here or not. She and Holly had already gone over it earlier. The marriage night needed to happen, but sex afterward didn’t.
Something hard and long pressed up against her buttocks from behind. Her breath caught in her throat, and then she let out a whimper as one of his fingers dropped down from her clit and entered her center. With sure fingers, he seemed to automatically know where and how to touch her.
Zahra gritted her teeth as she refused to let her body move. She wanted to grind against the hand bringing her pleasure. With a gasp, she turned stunned eyes to him when he removed his hand and smoothed out her dress.
“Wha-” Zahra wanted to protest. Her core ached with need, but he’d stopped. He’d worked her up and then left her needing more. She might be a mix of yes and no, but she’d wanted more.
Then a couple of female Khuuz’eth glided over and stopped in front of Khaazai’s chair. Her maids from earlier. He patted her butt. “Up, wife. You must go with these women to prepare yourself for our wedding night."
Zahra's heart felt like it'd gotten stuck in her throat. Wedding night. She'd felt his cock through his clothing. And her imagination ran wild with her heated thoughts.
"Of course." She said as she rose and allowed the women to lead the way. As she walked behind them, she felt her thighs slicked with her desire. She needed him to finish what he’d started, and perhaps he’d planned it this way because now her desire outweighed her fear. Her husband seemed to be a cruelly smart man.
“Here is Khaazai’s chamber.” One of the women from earlier in the night said as she opened the door and guided Zahrainside. “Come, we will prep you for your night with your new husband.”
Prepare her. Without Holly, Zahra figured she would simply have to wait and see what exactly they’d prepare her for. The women stepped forward and with quick hands stripped Zahra of her clothing.
“Umm.” Zahra covered herself with her hands. One arm over her breasts and one hand covering the juncture between her legs.
“Hands by your side.” One of the women commanded her.
Hesitantly, Zahra lowered her hands to her sides. She’d been naked in front of other women before, but normally she knew them on some sort of intimate level like family or friends or fellow soldiers. It was difficult being naked in front of strangers.
One of the women grabbed a palm-sized pot while the other went around the room lighting small calderas with a smoking stick of some kind. Then she turned off the lights so the only light came from the small flickering calderas around the room.
Then the other woman approached and dipped her hand in the pot. She then ran her fingertip over Zahra’s naked flesh. Holding still, she let the woman draw on her. She needed to adhere to their culture. Her family didn’t have too many practices. Her parents had simply signed papers when they were married. Quick and easy and simple. She remembered asking her mother when she’d been a young girl, thinking it would be some fairytale story.
Once the woman finished, she backed up to examine her work. “We would recommend you pleasure yourself. Would you like to do so now?”
“Umm, with you in the room?” Zahra frowned. No thanks, she wanted to yell, but kept those thoughts inside her mind.
“When we leave, you will be unable to pleasure yourself.”
“Why not?” Zahra asked with a slight suspicion flooding her mind.
The women led her over to the sunken bed. One of them jumped in and showed her the shackles. There were four. Two for her feet and two for her wrists.
“Is this normal?” Zahra asked as her heart leapt into her throat. She would be tied down and vulnerable for Khaazai, a man she didn’t know, to do whatever. Was it too late to back out? Why did a sense of excitement pulse through her at the idea of being tied down?
“Come.” The woman standing in the bed coaxed her down. “Come down here. We need to prepare you before he arrives.”
“Okay.” Zahra said, as she climbed into the bed and then laid down as directed. The woman beside her shackled her ankles and wrists and then climbed out.
“May you be well pleasured tonight.” They both said before they sprinkled something over her that smelled floral, and then left.
Zahra had no idea how much time passed as she waited, but when she heard the door to the room slide open, she strained against her restraints as she tried to peer over the wall of the bed. She heard someone walking around the room and apprehension began to trickle through her. Did she call out or stay silent?
Then a dark shadow suddenly appeared above her, and her eyes widened as she recognized Khaazai and his glowing blue eyes standing above her in the dimly lit room. Her eyesdropped and noticed in the flickering light that he’d stripped down, and she watched in fascination as his cock slipped out of a slit in his lower region. It was hard and curled towards his abdomen, and it appeared slick in the firelight.
Not a human cock.
“Khaazai?” Zahra questioned and was shocked to hear the slight tremor in her voice. She was completely out of her element and none of her military training could help her in this sexual position she currently found herself in.
Khaazai jumped into the sunken bed, and her heart once more lurched into her throat. “I have imagined this moment since I saw you on the battlefield.” Khaazai growled hotly, his voice deep and rumbly.
And then he was on top of her, his weight pressing her into the soft mattress under her back. The head of his cock brushed over her clit and her body arched, still excited from what he’d done to her earlier in the night.
“Why me?” Zahra whispered in the flickering dark.
