Wednesday, October 15, 2008

After her waxing...

Fiction: Prelude to a Bath.

The girl known as kei rose softly to her hands and knees upon her Master's soft furs. Her lush breasts swayed beneath her, still tender from her Master's savage sucking the night before; her thighs - still coated with his seed. The girl looked admiringly upon him, sleeping, dreaming. She found her slave heart full of lust for the Warrior who had taken her like an animal the night before, who had used her, who had deposited his seed deep within. Her soft shaven sex quivered. The girl known as kei did not yet know her boundaries. She only knew she wanted the Master who lay sleeping at her breast. The girl lowered her head, her lips, to her Master's chest, covering it with sweet small kisses. Her buttocks remained thrust high in the air; her damp thighs spread naturally. Her Master stirred.

Her Master didn't speak, but she felt his hand on her heated body, groping, stroking. He squeezed her breasts roughly, and tugged hard on her nipples. The girl whimpered. His nails scraped her hard belly before he dug his hand into her aching sex. Without shame, the girl lowered herself upon her Master's firm hand, slithering along its hardness, riding it, moaning.

Her Master groaned and pulled away. The girl's hot face fell to the furs below as she felt him move up and behind her, one hand using her small body for support, that body giving only slightly to his weight. Her soft round slave bottom remained thrust high in the morning air, her sticky thighs remained spread ... her desire fully exposed for the Master's waking eyes.

Silence fell across the room. The girl felt her Master's eyes upon her while his hand moved gently in circles around her firm ass. Forever seemed to pass before he spoke. And then he growled:

"You woke me up for THIS??"

{{{{WHACK}}}} The girl felt her Master's hand come down hard and heavy against her ass. She cried out in pain and surprise, her breath disappearing into the thick furs. But before she could recover, before she could recapture her breath, she felt her Master's body slam into hers with a loud grunt, his Manhood burying itself deeply inside her still-tender sex.

When her Master was spent, when his seed had once again filled the slut's sex and spilled out, when the wanton girl had submitted totally and fallen limp to his hand, when all of these things had happened, the room fell silent again except for the Master's heavy breathing. The girl known as kei slipped quietly from the room, leaving her Master to sleep.

kei walked naked into the great room, her breasts bouncing lightly as she moved. She went quickly to check the fire, the ice, and other matters of the morning. And she tended to the laundry that sat in a small pile in the back room. Chores done, she tended to herself.

kei filled a basin with warm soapy water and began to wash. She dipped her face in the bowl first, cleaning away any traces of sweet sweat that might linger there. She ran a wet rep rag over the rest of her body. She wiped her breasts gently - tender and sore - discovering last night's visible teeth marks for the first time - low and near her left nipple. Her lips curved into a small smile. She dipped the cloth back into the soapy water and wrung it out again, placing it softly against her sensitive and well used sex and the insides of her unmarked thighs. Reluctantly, she cleaned away the sticky trail left there by her Master, telling herself the trail would be travelled again soon enough.

When the girl felt fresh and clean she replaced the used water with fresh water and washed her thick hair. Finally, she sat by the fire to dry her naked body in its warmth, to comb and brush her dark hair in long strokes. A clean white silk lay at her feet.

And another day had come.

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