Disclaimer:I do not own any characters from SG - 1.
Rating: This is a NC-17 story, please don't read if you are not old enough. It contains explicit sexual scenes all throughout.
Story: Centered about Daniel Jackson, mentions other members of the SG-1 team and a original female character of my creation. The time frame - roughly around Season 2. Should contain little to no spoilers, but I will warn ahead. Please enjoy, R+R.
Daniel shivered as the heavy door creaked open. Cool breeze prickled his skin and Daniel wondered if he was going to have his clothes given back to him. There was nowhere to sit in this small cell, so he leaned against the wall, covering himself with his hands. Naked, completely naked - in a cell, on a strange planet. Not knowing what happened to the others. At least whoever imprisoned him, didn't make him wait long. He was also given clean water and a small but tasty meal.
Daniel tried to looked composed, but his hands were shaking. He couldn't tell which he was consumed by more: the utter fear of the unexpected, or the crushing embarrassment for meeting whatever awaited him - in the nude.
Just a few hours ago, as the SG-1 team made their way down the street of the large city on PS-8670. The city was immense and reminded Daniel of the old Jerusalem - the endless sea of flat sandstone roofs encompassed the horizon. The people inhabiting this planet were, most likely, the descendants of a few various middle Eastern people. The team found their way down the streets, their clothes giving the locals a pause. No one stopped them, but they did see the people whisper to one another around them. This was not the first contact that SGC have made with the people of this particular planet, but the first meeting was far outside of the main cities - with the small nomadic tribe.
The narrow alleys led them through the city, and eventually spilled them out in the large square, filled with people, animals, and tables - a bazaar. They made their way between the narrow rows, gawking at most peculiar items being sold - anything from jewelry to livestock. Daniel noticed a large building, crowning the square at the far end - it reminded him of a temple. The architecture of the building was different from those around it - it's roof was decorated with tall cylindrical peaks, covered in elaborate designed all around their circumference. Daniel told the team that he would like to take a closer look. O'Neal wanted to proceed to find the authorities in the town and make the first contact. Daniel pointed out that the locals seemed peaceful and he should be just fine. After a short argument, O'Neal conceded to allow Daniel to check out the temple on his own.
That was a grave mistake, as Daniel found out just a half an hour later. He did see a man watching him from across the street, as he made his way to the temple. The man didn't appear to look menacing, mostly curious. His robes, however, were different from those of the other people in the city. They were richly decorated along the bottom, and a heavy metallic (Daniel guessed it was gold) sash stretched across the man's chest. He must belong to a member of nobility, or even royalty?
It was odd, however, that the man appeared to be without an escort of guards, or anything like that.
Daniel nodded to the man, nearing the temple - the stare from across the street was becoming unnerving. The man did not return the nod - he simply stared back, studying him. The stranger did not seem to be embarrassed to be caught staring. Daniel proceeded up the temple's stairs. He wondered if he was doing the right thing - not all cultures allowed non-priests into their temples. For all he knew he was about to offend the locals by polluting their temple with his presence. On the other hand, the temples were usually one of the best places to learn important things about the new cultures. Half-way up the steps - Daniel looked around. No one was rushing to arrest him. He saw a few people walk out of the temple - their heads covered with dark cloth. The people gave him incredulous stares, passing him by. It dawned on him - Daniel dug around in his pockets, finding a handkerchief and tied it around his head as best as he could. He almost made it to the large doorway, when he felt two pairs of strong hands grabbing him and dragging him away. He looked around - the men who grabbed him looked to be wearing a leather armor, curved swords tied to their waists. Guards? Local police?
"Hey, wait. Please tell me where you are taking me!"
The men said nothing, but loosened their grip on him, surprisingly. He was ushered into a building, and after travelling through endless hallways, eventually found himself in a small, windowless cell. The guards (and it was quite apparent that this was an arrest) then stripped him of his clothes in what Daniel decided to be one of the most unsettling experiences of his life so far. He was left naked and alone, standing awkwardly and gazing around. He thanks his lucky stars that he worse his contacts today. Sometime later, the guards brought water and some food. Daniel wondered if O'Neal and the team saw what happened at all. Maybe this was just a simple misunderstanding, and he did not commit some awful crime by walking up the temple steps.
The door creaked open, and Daniel found himself to be looking in the face of the man that was stalking him on the street just a few hours earlier. So he is the one who ordered the arrest. The man nodded to the guards, who then brought in some sort of a small bench. The man waved the guards to leave and took a seat in front of Daniel. He looked the doctor over, which made Daniel feel like cattle. This is what the horses must feel like, when they are being auctioned off.
"My name is Daniel Jackson, I am a traveler. Please, tell me why I am being held here?"
The man nodded and smiled hesitantly.
"Of course, my apologies. I should have known that you were not from here. You are not in trouble, on the contrary - you are about to be a very lucky man. Potentially."
"Hardly. Could I please have my clothes back?"
"You will. My associates should have explained everything to you, but.." - the man sighed, looking annoyed - "...there has been much impatience to find available tutors lately."
"Tutors?"
"Yes, of course. You are eligible for the tutoring, are you not?"
Daniel blinked at the man. The two men stared at one another. Finally, his captor signed, and got up:
"I'm afraid what's done is done. Should you not be chosen - we will let you go and give you back your belonging. But if you are, you won't need them. You have the air of an intelligent man about you, stranger. I am sure you will catch on soon enough."
"What am I supposed to know? Wait, tell me!" - Daniel started panicking, as the man headed towards the door. But the man, looking impatient nodded to the guards and walked out. The guards did not spare Daniel a single glance, as they grabbed the bench and took it outside with them. The door closed.
Dammit, Daniel thought. Should have asked for the bench, at least. His feet were starting to get tired from standing, and he didn't want to sit on this dusty floor with his bare ass. What a ridiculous situation. What exactly am I being picked for? Tutoring? Naked?
He mulled over about this for the next hour or so, until the door opened again. A burly guard, who looked straight past Daniel told him to get up and follow him. Daniel sighed and obeyed.
He was led through the maze of narrow corridors and eventually him and the guard ascended a stone staircase and he found himself in a lavish house. The floor was covered with plush carpets - they felt great under his bare feet. There were numerous servants (he guessed) that bussed around. Despite Daniel's overwhelming feeling of embarrassment over being paraded through the rooms in the nude, no one else seemed to be taking a notice of him. Maybe this is a common occurrence? Not that Daniel was embarrassed of his body - he kept himself in good shape and was aware that he was not a bad looking fella. But he has never been actually paraded in the nude, especially in such a casual manner.
The guard led him into a large hall, where Daniel found himself face to face with about a dozen of other nude men, all standing in the row. The guard pointed to a spot at the end of the line. None of the men looked at him. Daniel also noted, that none of them appears to be shy either, in fact - their stance was relaxed, and their family jewels in the plain view of everyone. The doctor coughed uncomfortably, and lowered his hands to his sides. Soft breeze on his privates made him all too aware of the bizarre situation. But, when in Rome…
"Lower your gaze! The Princess will be entering. You are not to gaze upon her, unless she permits you to do so. You are not to speak to her, unless she permits you to do so. Any misconduct will result in an immediate dismissal from the consideration for the Tutoring, and banishment from the Palace."
Daniel gave a side glance to the other men, all of whom dutifully lowered their faces and stared the floor. He fought the curiosity, but did the same. At least they are not being threatened with death, and none of the men appear to be here against their will. Except him. But his explorer's spirit was now fully excited to find out more about this culture. After all, what was strange and uncomfortable to him, might be a completely normal part of these people's lives. And what better way to learn about the culture, than being on the front seat?
A hush fell over the room. He heard several footsteps approach towards them. A quiet voice spoke to someone:
"This way, Your Highness. The finest selection for your perusal. We have a few men from the south, a couple from the North. Those are the lighter ones. And we have a stranger from the far away lands as well."
"Show him to me." - spoke a woman's voice. It sounded young.
"This way, Your Highness."
The footsteps approached him, and Daniel instinctively placed his palms over his privates. The feeling of shame returned. He saw a pair of feet approach and stop in front of him. They were barely covered by a shimmering lavender cloth. Shiny metallic buckles cradled the small dainty toes. Pretty toes. Daniel felt blush spread on his face. He was definitely being watched, studied.
"Tell this one to look at me." - the woman's voice said commandingly.
"You there, look at the Princess."
Daniel looked up. The woman before him was small. She was covered from head to toe in a wispy lavender robe, reminiscent of a burka. Her face was covered as well, revealing only a pair of bright and inquisitive dark brown eyes. He gazed into the woman's eyes - she was shorter than him. She stared back at him. Inclining her head, her eyes followed down his body - slowly. He squirmed internally, holding his breath. There it was - the feeling of being studied, sized up. Like a stallion up for auction.
"Hands at your sides." - someone said next to him - it was the man from before. Daniel flashed an angry look at him, but the man smiled slightly and nodded to Daniel. Somehow, it was reassuring. - "Forgive him, Your Highness. He is not from this land, and not familiar with our customs."
Daniel lowered his shaking hands, hating every second of this procedure. Suddenly it dawned on him - he was being picked for mating perhaps? A husband choice? A slave? It was not unusual for the female slaves, especially in the Middle East to be measured much like this in the nude before their male buyers. Degrading. He hated every second of it. The Princess studied his body from just a couple of feet away. He could feel a slight floral scent coming off of her - it was intoxicating.
"He will do." - she finally said. Daniel exhaled loudly, and felt a few pairs of eyes on him. He will do WHAT?! Daniel wanted to crawl away, but remained his gaze on the woman's eyes. Remain calm, keep breathing. Maybe this is not what you think this is.
"Does Your Highness wishes to look at the others?" - the man offered, nodding to Daniel in approval.
"No." - the woman turned sharply, and started to walk away. The man bowed his head to her and waved to the guards. - "Dismissed, all of you, except for the blue-eyed one."
Daniel stood still, wondering what was next. He saw the other men giving him menacing looks as they walked past him. Their jaws were clenched. Apparently, they were the ones who wanted to be picked - it was quite obvious. Curious. The Princess exited, but the sashed man stayed behind. He walked over to Daniel:
"I had no doubt that you would make the cut. Quite striking features you have, blue eyes, light hair - very unusual. Where did you say you were traveling from?"
"Earth"
"Never heard of it. No matter. Congratulations." - the man gestured to Daniel to follow him.
"I don't understand what's going on."
"All will be explained to you soon. Da-niel was it? Such an unusual name." - the man walked, and Daniel followed him.
"Look, we are just peaceful explorers. Have I committed a crime? Am I in trouble?"
"Not at all. You are quite fortunate, the Princess chose you for the Tutoring. "
"Do I have a say in this? I don't know what "tutoring" is!"
"I'm afraid you have no choice. The Princess have chosen you. Many would pay a LOT of gold to be where you are, you know."
"I need to know where my friends are, let them know that I'm all right." - Daniel exclaimed, feeling exasperated.
"Others? I didn't realize you were not alone."
"Is that why I was kidnapped off the street?" - Daniel asked.
"No, it was your looks, I'm afraid. Such an unusual look, just what the Princes might like."
The man led Daniel into a large room, that was decorated carpets. In the middle of the room was a large pool of water, with steam rising from the top. The air was filled with some unknown scent - it was reminiscent of the Princess' scent. The man snapped his fingers and three figures, covered in colorful burkas approached him.
"Bathe him and get him ready for the Tutoring." - the man said to the women. Daniel was surrounded and eventually let towards the pool by three women. They were gentle but insistent. He sighed - whatever was happening, there seemed to be no danger to his life.
The next couple of hours were actually pleasant. He was bathed - scrubbed well from head to toe, lathered up with sweet-smelling soap, then scrubbed again. Then his body was expertly massaged by two of the women. All in all - Daniel thought that this free spa treatment is not something he could really get on Earth, not for free at least. Maybe he should just enjoy this and learn all he can. He tried asking questions, but the women ignored them. Nevertheless, he was being pampered like royalty. At some point, one of them offered him a drink from a jeweled bowl - the drink was alcoholic and quite delicious. Soon enough, relaxed and rested, Daniel felt a buzz coming on. Whatever is coming next - let it be. So far he felt like a pauper in heaven. His mind did wander to his team - no doubt they were searching for him, panicking. If only they knew...
After bathing and massages, Daniel was finally given a robe to wear. He never thought he would be so glad to be wearing a pastel sheer bath-robe in his life. He studied the floral designs on the sleeves - they were reminiscent of the ancient Turkish, perhaps Syrian designs. The material was light - he could barely feel it. The craftsmanship of this garment was incredible. Daniel thought that he would love to take it home with him. That is if he was ever to see home again. For all he knew, he was about to be offered as a host to a Gao'uld.
The women fed him as well - the dishes were all delicious, but not recognizable. The food was light - Daniel suspected that it was vegetarian. The flavors were exquisite, albeit a bit spicy. He was not a fan of spicy, but he didn't want to offend his hosts. Finally, after the meal, Daniel was left to lounge in the room by himself. He looked around, tried the doors - they were locked from the outside. It was apparent that he was not meant to leave.
After sometime, the door opened, and the sash-man, as Daniel named him, appeared.
"Dana-el, it is time to meet Her Highness. Come. There is nothing to be afraid of."
"I am not afraid. Should I be? And its "Daniel"."
"Of course. My name is Bekhtar, I am the Summoner of the Court. We will get to know one another quite a bit. Don't be alarmed, you will not be harmed at all."
"Fine. Then, mind explaining to me what exactly am I expected to do?"
The man walked through the hallways with Daniel in tow. The lavishness of the palace was astounding - if the walls were not decorated with heavy golden designed, then lush carpets covered them from the ceiling to the floor. There were also many flowers, growing from the planters seated right into the walls and staircases. The palace was like a garden in itself. Daniel would have loved to spend some time studying everything, but Bekhtar did not slow down.
Finally they stopped in front of a large door. Bekhtar stopped and looked Daniel over. The latter wrapped his robe tighter around himself. The man chuckled and said:
"Is everyone in your land so shy, or just you?"
"We are not accustomed to be brought somewhere against our will and stripped naked." - Daniel said defensively.
"Strange. You should not be ashamed of your body. It's quite an asset. You will find out, however, soon." - The man opened the heavy door.
The room was enormous and largely empty, except for a draped area at the far end. Daniel was curious about what was behind the heavy curtains, but had no luck in that. The man led him closer to the "tent" - that's what it looked like. It looked like a large tent made from heavy material. Two benches outside. Bekhtar sat down and gestured for Daniel to take the other. Daniel sat down.
"Since you are not familiar with Tutoring, I'm afraid I must explain everything to you. Much will be expected from you, but you will be rewarded for it greatly. Those that come to be considered, do so out of free will - in fact, its a great honor to be selected for the Tutoring. But, I'm afraid our time is growing short. We had no luck finding anyone that Her Highness would find pleasing, until I saw you."
"Just tell me, what is it am I supposed to be doing here? Am I being married off? I already have a wife, you know." - Daniel rushed to point out. Bekhat waved his hand.
"Doesn't matter. Many of the men, who want to tutor the Princess, are married as well. Many wives would be considered lucky to be a wife of a Tutor. You will not marry the Princess - you are not a Prince. She is already betrothed. But you will be instrumental in the art of teaching her to be all that she needs to be for her future husband."
"I...what?"
"Love. Mating. Every woman is tutored before her marriage in the art of lovemaking - she must be impeccable with her skills, should she please her husband. How do you have your women learn this, if not by teaching them ahead of time?"
"Trial and error? We just...learn. Would her husband, or her future husband not want to have her to himself?"
"Not if she is unskilled! No man wants a woman that doesn't know how to please him."
Daniel furrowed his brow. So he was a prized stallion after all. This was not unheard of - many cultures, especially in the East, did teach females in the art of lovemaking before marriage or professional job as a courtesan. He just didn't expect to be this kind of a tutor. Everything about this seemed wrong.
"I don't understand. I don't want to do this. Don't get me wrong, I appreciate you considering me, flattered even, but this is not how we do things on Earth. Not where I'm from."
"There will be no argument. It doesn't matter, the Princess chose you. If we had more time, I would be inclined to persuade her to re-think her choice and let you go. But she agreed finally on someone, and we cannot simply wait any longer. If she is not married in five moons, the Prince will choose another. Another Princess. And my people will loose a chance for a powerful you understand, how important you are to us?"
Daniel mulled this over. On one hand, he was told he had no choice. On the other hand, a whole nation's future was at stake. It depended on him having sex with a stranger - if this was not a Penthouse letter for nerds in the making, he didn't know what is. A nervous laughter escaped him. Bekhtar looked puzzled.
"Do you really not wish to tutor the Princess? She is quite beautiful, you know."
"I...it's just so strange."
"To me, it's you who is strange - after the Tutoring is over (provided you are a worthy Tutor), you will be given the mark of a Tutor - you will be the envy of many. Women will fall at your feet. Daniel laughed harder, imagining explaining the "mark" to Samantha. Or O'Neil. Basically, he was just a male geisha.
"And if I fail?"
"Lets concentrate on succeeding, shall we?"
Daniel felt defeated. Things could be worse. He wasn't about to be implanted with a Gao'uld after all. He wasn't about to be killed, or else. He was about to be forced to have sex with a young and beautiful woman.
"Wait, but what if she.." - Bekhtar raised his eyebrows. Daniel corrected himself - " Her Highness, doesn't want to have sex with me?"
"She knows her obligations. Being the Princess she has a right to choose her Tutor. Most women have one chosen for them by their parents, and little consideration is made. Most families, especially those in the commoners pick whatever they can afford. The Princess will be compliant."
"No, wait, that doesn't work for me. This just seems like rape to me."
"Rape?" - Bekhtar looked confused.
"You know, when you have sex with someone who is unwilling?"
"Are you not good at this, are you unable to make this pleasurable for you both?"
Daniel ruffled his hair. He felt the ground beneath his feet to start swaying. What a bizarre looking- glass he found himself behind. The poor girl probably wants no part of him. He wants no part of her.
"Look, if I decide to not go through this, can't I just leave?"
"No. I hate to say it, but I will have no choice but to have you killed."
"Why?!"
"Because this needs to be done. Over with. We have no time. You are the first one that she said yes to. She must find you pleasing to the eye - I think she made the right choice. All you have to do, if teach her how to give pleasure to a man. She understands her obligation, her role in life."
"To be a sex toy?"
"To be a dutiful and loving wife. Her husband will seek refuge in her arms after a long day. Her body will provide him comfort for the rest of his life. This is not a difficult concept." - Bekhtar was sounding annoyed now. Daniel said , he looked up:
"Fine. I'll do my best. But just so you know, my people don't perform well under this kind of pressure. "
"I am sure you will do fine. The Princess is a rare gem, you will forget all about your hesitations the minute you see her. I will tell you the rules."
"Rules? There are rules?"
"You are not to engage in conversation with her, beyond what is needed to instruct her. You are not to leave any marks on her body. You are not to harm her in any way - there will be guards posted outside of the rakah."
Daniel lifted the eyebrow, quizzically. Bekhtar pointed to the tent.
"You are to teach her to please a man in every way you know. You will be given 3 moons, after which the Princess shall be administered a test. Should she pass the test, you will be given the mark of the Tutor, given a large sum of gold and be revered in the land as the Royal Tutor."
"And if she fails the test? " - Daniel tried not to imagine what that would entail.
"You will die."
"Just like that?"
Bekhtar nodded. His eyes became cold and imperceptible.
"Do you understand the rules, Daniel?"
"Yes."
Bekhtar stood up and opened one of the panels on the "rakah". Inside, Daniel found a large bed, covered with sheer material, framed by pillows. All in all, it looked very cozy, romantic. The light was muted by the reds and lavenders of the drapes around the bed. Daniel was told to sit on the bed and wait. Then he was left alone.
Daniel almost nodded off, laying on the silky pillows. He awoke to the sound of footsteps and clanking. He peeked through the drapes, feeling panic rising up in his throat. Like a teenager on the first date. The thought of that made him smile.
He saw a small figure, along with two armed guards. The guards stopped outside of the rakah, a few feet away. The figure of the small woman proceeded towards the tent. Daniel swallowed hard. This was absurd. But a part of him was actually feeling excited in anticipation. It's been a long time he dated anyone. Even longer since he's been with a woman. If these people think that he is a master of lovemaking - they have grossly misjudged him. At this point, he was hoping he could get it up, but less spend the next three nights teaching a Princess everything he knew. Which was just a few standard moves, awkward and inexperienced. In panic, he sat on the edge of the bed, wrapping the robe around him.
The woman slipped inside, moving soundlessly. Her face was still covered by the material, but her eyes burned on his face. Daniel felt himself blush again. He couldn't help but imagine the report that he would have to give to Hammond about all of this, O'Neil laughing, Sam shaking her head. That is if he was to ever see the walls of SGC again.
The woman took a couple of steps towards him and motioned for him to stand up. He did - she was almost a foot shorter than him. Her eyes were striking - slightly elongated, deep brown, framed with impossibly long eyelashes. Daniel was curious to see the rest of her face. The woman took another step and started to tug at his robe. Just like that? Daniel grabbed her wrist, startling her. She recoiled, and he let go of her, feeling wretched.
"Sorry, this is strange to me as well. Can't we just...talk?"
The woman's eyebrows fluttered in disapproval. Daniel remembered one of the rules - not to speak unless he is spoke to. But what the hell, he was already being basically prostituted, the least he can do is try to make this less awkward for both of them. He gave her a warm smile.
"I am not familiar with your customs. I apologize if I have offended you, your Highness." - he bowed his head. This seemed to please the woman. He heard her exhale audibly. The poor girl was probably as uncomfortable with this as he was. He saw that her fingers were slightly shaking. What a dreadful thing.
"Please, I won't hurt you. Where I am from, we get to know one another before…" - He extended his palm to her, inviting her to sit next to him. - "May I ask your name, Your Highness."
The woman hesitated, but eventually he heard a small voice from behind the sheer material:
"Arajael Hatharem Beshhamet."
"May I call you Arajael?" - he asked carefully. The woman nodded. - "May I ask you to show your face to me?"
"You may instruct me to do anything you want, Dana-el". - she said. Her voice shook a bit, but it was commanding. It was obvious that she was used to be in charge. He did not correct her mispronouncing his name. - "Shall we begin?"
"I guess. Forgive me."
"For what?"
"For this. For what's to come. This is quite strange to me."
"Do you not wish to be with me?"
Daniel paused. He didn't want to offend, but the truth of it was - no, he did not. At least not like this. Casual sex or not, she had far more at stake at this - the hope of her nation on her shoulders. He, on the other hand, had to save his life.
"It's not that, Arajael. I…" - Daniel didn't want to say that he was not very experienced - his pride wouldn't let him. - "I was hoping we could get a drink first." Stalling, good. Get her nice and drunk, get yourself nice and drunk too.
Arajael nodded and peeked outside. She ordered the guards to call for a drink of something. Shortly, a servant girl (Daniel guessed) brought a pitcher and two bowls. Arajael poured the liquid into each one and offered one to Daniel. The warm liquid soothed his worry almost immediately - it was strong, whatever it was. He felt a pleasant lightness spread down his limbs. The girl lifted part of her face veil and took a few conservative drinks as well, sitting next to him on the bed. Finally she broke the uncomfortable silence:
"We must start. You have much to teach me. Lets not delay any longer."
Daniel put his bowl carefully on the small table next to the bed.
"Alright. Again..I am sorry.."
But Arajael put her finger to his lips.
"Enough."
Daniel nodded. The brew that he poured down his throat was warming his insides, and he felt bolder. He stood up:
"I would like to see your face. Remove the veil, please." - he added apologetically. Arajael obliged without hesitation. She slipped the material off her head. Daniel marveled - Bekhtar didn't lie. The Princess was stunning. His eyes couldn't get enough of the delicate and striking features before him - almond-shaped eyes, straight delicate nose, willful curve of her upper lip, and the delicious plumpness of the bottom one. Her skin glowed in the dimmed light of the rakah - it was bronzed (he guessed). The face was without a blemish of fault - this is the kind of face that nations could war with one another. The kind of face that would be immortalized in a slab of the most expensive marble. The kind of face that would be attributed to a goddess. Arajael looked back at him defiantly. He smiled, feeling weak in the knees. He has been with women before, but never with one so strikingly beautiful. All of a sudden he felt inadequate, powerless. And very much excited. Ashamed of his weakness, he extended his hand and touched her cheek gently. She watched him with curiosity. He traced the side of her face, her delicate jaw with a finger. So smooth, so warm. His index finger reached for her bottom lip - that mouth was made for being kissed, deeply and passionately. At this moment, he wanted nothing more but to taste that lower lip, to give it a slight bite. He leaned in to do just that, but Arajael recoil, pushing him slightly. She looked startled.
Daniel stopped, looking at her quizzically. She didn't look alarmed, just confused. Perhaps kissing was not a custom on this planet?
"It's all right. It's just a kiss."
Before Arajael could answer or question him, he leaned in and took over her mouth. It was a one sided kiss, but suddenly Daniel didn't care. The bottom lip was all he hoped it would be - soft and pliable. He ever so slightly nudged her lips with his tongue to part - she understood and soon enough he slid his tongue inside her hot wet mouth. It was obvious that Arajael had no experience with kissing, but she was a quick study. Daniel was relieved - she wouldn't be able to compare him with a better kisser, and was just hoping that he was not scaring or grossing her out. But Arajael seemed to come to her own, her lips returning his kiss fully now. She leaned into his body, and he started to feel high on her scent.
He suddenly became aware that her lithe body was separated from his own only by a couple of layers of sheer material. He didn't fully want to be a participant into this, not in his mind anyway. But his body betrayed him - he could feel the blood rushing downward now. I gotta pace myself, he thought. Arajael broke off the kiss and smiled, revealing a row of pearly white teeth, accentuated by her caramel-colored skin. Her smile was enchanting, Daniel noted. He guessed that she enjoyed the kiss.
He forgot about Sha're at this point. He forgot all about his team as well - all that remained was this bed and this amazing, exquisite young woman before him. He couldn't deny that the prospect of having her all to himself for the next few days turned him on. She did say that he could ask her to do anything. Daniel forced himself to step back and told her softly:
"Take off my clothes."
With one swift motion, she disrobed him. The material fell to his feet and once again he found himself completely nude. Arajael's eyes glided over his body. She looked impressed, and Daniel mentally congratulated himself on sticking to the daily workout routine. It felt good to be appreciated. The young woman smiled, and Daniel took her hand, pulling her closer to the bed. Sitting down at the edge, he told her:
"Now, remove your clothes." - the deepest, darkest part of him was thrilled to say that. He has never actually said that to a woman before, and it felt acutely arousing. He didn't have to look down to know that he was half-hard at this point. - "Slowly" - he added.
She inclined her head and gave him a slight nod, her eyes firmly locked on his. Her delicate fingers found some hidden clasp on her shoulder, and a moment later, the sheer material started gliding down her body like a soft, lavender waterfall. Inch by inch, it revealed the most perfect figure he could ever dream of seeing.
Her caramel-colored body was perfectly proportioned. Not too skinny, just round and soft enough for him to want to gather her skin in her palm and pinch. His eyes glided from her graceful and slender neck to her breasts, and he gulped. Not overly big, but plump and round, begging to be cupped, topped with pert pink nipples. Her body was also bronzed and absolutely hairless. He could help but glide his eyes down to the mound between her legs. He fought the urge to throw her down on the bed, and glide his tongue down the whole length of her body. The thought of that sent his blood down south, and he felt his cock stiffen even further.
"You are a masterpiece" - he stammered.
"I am a what?" - Arajael asked. She did not look to be the least bit uncomfortable standing nude in front of him. Perhaps the state of nude was more natural in this culture.
"A work of art. That's what my people used to describe something that is too beautiful for words."
Arajael smiled in appreciation. Daniel noted that her black hair was tied in a long thick braid, decorated with jewels. He wanted to see nothing less, than that her hair cascading down her back.
"I would like to see your hair undone." - Daniel's mouth went dry. She gave him a mischievous look.
"You don't know how to command a woman, do you?"
"No, not generally. In my land we don't command our women. At least I don't. " - He admitted, not without pride.
"Strange. You will ask me more forcefully. Try again. "
"What?" - Daniel was confused. This was a strange, complicated game. She was forcing him to force her to do things? Yet, the prospect of ordering her to do things excited him more and more. Then again, who is supposed to be tutoring who in here? - "As you wish. Undo your hair. Now."
She gave him a slight nod, as if in approval, and started to pull her pins out of the braid. One by one, the gem-encrusted pins fell on the carpet. Hypnotized, Daniel watched her brain get loose and finally a cascade of black shiny hair streamed down the sides of her body, framing it perfectly. She walked closer to him, close enough that he could smell the delicate scent of her body. He inhaled deeply and grabbed a handful of her hair in his palm. It was silky soft. He leaned in and wrapped his arms around her waist, pressing her belly to his chest. She ran her hands through his hair. Daniel kissed her stomach - her skin tasted slightly sweet. Must be whatever her skin was bronzed with. He glided his palms over her backside, cupping her perfect behind. He leaned back, pulling her on top of him - feeling her smooth silky skin against his was maddeningly sensual. He realized that he was quickly beginning to lose all semblance of reason and restraint. Something animal-like, instinctual was taking over and it both scared and elated him. She straddled his waist, gazing into his eyes with curiosity.
"Your eyes are unusual. Are you from the North?"
"Far...far North." - Daniel gasped, as the smooth skin of her behind connected with his cock. Arajael frowned slightly.
"You are stalling. You have taught me nothing so far."
"Are you rushing this?"
"No, I am enjoying this. Aren't you? - Daniel felt his erection lessen. He wanted her, but this situation was anything but sexy She was compliant, but that's wanted to make her enjoy this, to make her moan under him. But his arsenal was his scant experiences in college, a couple of years with Sha're and half-forgotten porn clips from his younger years. He pulled her off of him, and laid her on the bed. Leaning over, he plunged into her mouth once more. He placed his hand on her stomach, caressing the skin, and slid it upwards towards her breasts. It fit into the palm of his hand generously. He glided his thumb over her nipple and heard a slight gasp come out of her mouth. Daniel couldn't help but smile a bit. Breaking off the kiss, he started on her neck - showering with small kisses at first, then planting big wet ones on her skin. That seemed to be doing the trick - he felt her body relax under him. He moved his palm over the other breast and teased her other nipple - she let out another soft moan.
Encouraged by the slight sounds, he continued downward, relishing in the sent and the taste of her skin. Giving her breast another gentle squeeze, he guided his palm back down along her body - she was shivering slightly. This was a good sign. He paused, when his fingertips reached her pubic mound, desperately wanting nothing more but to plunge his fingers into her. Pace yourself, you are there, you are not lasting much longer.
Arajael reach out her hand, and slowly, as if mimicking his own movements, glided her palms up his chest. His mouth was now on her breast, and he couldn't deny himself the pleasure of sucking in one of the perfect little pearls into his mouth. She gasped and arched her back, as he brushed the nipple with his tongue. Careful, not to hurt her, he grazed it with his teeth. She moaned. He heard movement from outside, and suddenly remembered that they had an audience right outside. A well-armed audience. He lifted his head.
"Send them away."
"The guards?"
"Yes, send them away. I want you alone with me. No one else."
"They are there for my protection."
"I would never hurt you. In any way. But in order to effectively...erm..teach you, I need to be alone. That is the way of my people."
She studied his face thoughtfully and called out to the guards to leave. He sensed hesitation on their part, but eventually the clanking of the armor and retreating footsteps, indicated that they were left alone. Daniel exhaled. Much better. Arajael's face looked flushed. He smiled at her, placing his palm back on her mound.
"Ok, Ill teach you something. Put your hand on me." - He said, stroking the mound with his fingertips. She reached out and placed her palm on his chest. - "Lower"
She slid her palm down to his stomach. He shook his head, and guided her palm to his once-again hard cock. "How wrap your fingers around it." She obeyed, and he noted the slight blush that covered her cheeks. Her fingers felt amazing. At this point he was just hoping that he wasn't going to finish right then and there, all over her hand. She glided her fingers down and around his shaft, making him groan. She was a quick learner, al right. Tightening her hand, she continued to slide it up and down. The only thing that was missing - was some lubrication.
"Does that feel good, Dana-el?" - she asked. He nodded, and stopped her hand.
"Too good. Let me pace myself, sweetie."
No longer able to contain himself, he guided his fingers between her thighs, feeling her pussy lips part for him. She was wet, he noted with relief.
She gasped again, as his fingers probed the hot center. He was operating blind there, hoping that he was doing the right thing. Finding the hard button of her clit, he made a circular motion with his his thumb. Arajael's eyes widened. Taking it as a sign of approval, he leaned in and put his mouth on her breast, returning the delicious pink pearl into his mouth. The young woman moaned under him, her body making an upward motion. Daniel smiled, without letting go of her breast - he was going to make her cry out yet. He quickened the pace, teasing her clit. She moaned, grabbing for him blindly. Daniel paused his ministrations, to lower her hand. If she touched his cock again, he would most definitely let go. His thumb continued dancing on her clit, but he was more interested now in plunging his fingers deep inside of her. He looked at her face - her eyes were half closed, her exquisite features twisted with pleasure.
"Do you like how this feels, Princess?" - he asked her softly. She nodded. "Tell me, tell me to continue." She gave him a confused look.
"I really do. You may continue."
"No, not like that," - he slid his middle finger, amazed at how hot she was inside. The walls of her pussy wrapped around his finger hungrily, and Daniel regretted that it wasn't his cock. Yet. Slowly, teasingly, he dipped his finger in and out. She moaned again. - "Tell me how you want me to keep doing this."
"I do, I want you to do this. Mmm." - she exhaled with a moan, as he quickened his pace. His vision was starting to get blurred, and his cock was about to burst. This was starting to actually get painful. He pulled his finger out of her and rolled over, supporting himself on his elbows.
"Spread your legs, Princess" - she obeyed, moving them apart just enough for the tip of his cock to graze the wetness on the outside. He sighed impatiently, but offered her a smile. Grabbing her knees, he lifted her hips, and guided her legs to wrap around his waist. The proximity of her wet center drove him wild - just mere whisper away from the entrance, he paused - "I'll be gentle. I promise. Tell me if it becomes too much?"
Arajael simply gazed at him with curiosity, her dark eyes twinkling with desire. Slowly, ever so slowly, he lowered himself, sliding into her body. Her eyes widened with every inch that he progressed. Daniel remembered - is she a virgin? Will he be hurting her? He was not 100% sure on how things happen for young women, never having been with a virgin before. He just bit his lip, holding on to the last shreds of self-control, praying that he doesn't slip up and bury into her with animal passion that was tearing him apart. Arajael did not appear to be in pain or discomfort - quite the opposite. Her eyes closed, she made a small whimper with his every movement. Daniel bent down to plant a kiss on her lips - she opened her eyes and smiled. Her body arched towards his. Feeling encouraged, he sunk deeper into her, feeling the walls grasp his cock with hunger. She was so tight. Quickening the pace ever so slightly, trying to delay the inevitable, he looked down at her. She smiled, and for the first time her smile appeared to be relaxed happy.
"This is...so good." - she exhaled, panting between his thrusts. - "Can you go faster?"
Oh, God, Daniel thought, and groaned. He obeyed her request, setting an even quicker pace. His thrusts got harder, as he pumped into her body. She arched her back and let out a loud moan - Daniel used everything he could to not come right then and there.
Instead he sat up, changing his position so that he had free access to her clit. The change of the angle and breaking of the pace made Arajael look up in confusion. She looked dismayed, almost petulant. Daniel smiled, giving her a couple of nice hard and slow pumps - she leaned her head back down and smiled back.
The doctor admired the glistening body before him. He couldn't help but feel somewhat prideful - he was making her moan, smile, whimper. There are few things in this lifetime that compared to making a woman moan with pleasure, he believed. Struggling to keep up the pace, he was able to use one of his palms to glide over her body. She was sleek from sweat - sweet scent pouring off of her skin, tickled his nose, made him hungry for something. Hungry for her - he bent down and gave her a slight bite on her shoulder. She moaned - he bit harder. Moving his mouth, he placed a couple of bites on her neck, the top of her breast. Harder, he wanted to bite her harder. The sweet taste drove him mad, the rhythm of his movements inside of her drowned all reason.
I can't continue this for much longer, he thought. A pity. He balanced himself on the bed, using his knees as an anchor, and continued thrusting. With one free hand, he found her clit, and as much as he could - started massaging it. Arajael's breath quickened. Daniel was hoping that she was close, because he certainly was. She panted under him, her moans becoming short whimpers, that she let out with each thrust. He quickened the pace of his hips as well as his fingers:
"Princess, opened your eyes. Look at me." - he managed to exhale, struggling with all his might not to finish before her. Her eyes flew open - dark and moist. Her lips parted again, and a loud moan escaped her - her face became even more flushed. Suddenly he felt her body shudder and convulse. His cock was gripped again and again, and the ripples sent him over the edge. Again and again the walls of her vagina contracted, milking him to the very last drop - he yelled out. The orgasm was intense enough that for a few moments he thought that he was going to black out. He held onto her hips, no, clawed into her skin, until the shuddering of her insides subsided. He couldn't tell how much time had passed, until he was finally able to catch his breath. He was still inside, and she was quiet.
He looked down, suddenly afraid, but Arajael's gaze on him was tender. She was smiling. Suddenly embarrassed, he pulled out and rolled off of her, laying beside her. He glided his palm over her stomach, petting it, as if trying to calm her down. She propped her head on her elbow, and smiled. She looked content, disarming. He could forget that she was a Princess - right now she was just a young satisfied girl that was fucked quite well. Daniel thought that he was actually very proud of himself for this.
They laid there, staring at one another silently. Daniel coughed - it was becoming awkward. He wasn't expecting accolades, but considering the situation - the wouldn't hurt. He started:
"So...you..err" - He closed his mouth and gave her an awkward smile. Do I just ask her how I was, or what?
"Dana-el, you made me ashamed." - she said with a smile. Daniel's eyebrows flew up - unexpected! - "I made noises like a commoner. No noble would make this much racket when mating."
"Do you mean...moaning? Where I come from that's actually something to strive for, that's a good sign." - he couldn't help but laugh.
"The noise?"
"Yeah, the noise. That's….let's just say if a woman isn't moaning under me, I am doing something wrong." - he said, brushing her hair away from her face.
"Strange. That is one thing that marks good upbringing - being quiet in bed. But I suppose I can practice on that."
"I hope you don't. I quite enjoyed hearing you. You have a lovely voice." - he said. But Arajael sat up in bed, her eyes suddenly distant. She gently pushed his hand off her thigh.
"I am not for you to enjoy. You are here to train me, that's all." - the crushing sadness encompassed Daniel. He forgot. He fooled himself into thinking this is something else, something more than it was. He was a tool, a means to an end. It stung. Of course - she will be married off to who knows who, hopefully someone who will treat her well (in bed or otherwise). But this was not his world, not his culture. What right did he have to stake a claim to something that wasn't his to claim?
She got off the bed and found her dress-robe. Slipping it on, she then started tying her hair into the braid. Daniel was still lying on the bed, watching her. He wanted her to stay. He wanted to hold her, to kiss her forehead. But the Princess' face was imperceptible now. She gave him a glance:
"You will have the rest of the moon and most of the tomorrow to yourself. The servants will bathe and feed you. You may move about the Palace if you wish. Should you attempt to escape, you will be caught. We will resume our training tomorrow at the sun-setting." - her words were cold. Schedule set and recited. Daniel smirked and nodded. So the stallion may move about his pen until then. He watched her slip out of the tent.
What a sad state of affairs, he thought. What was I expecting? Love? Daniel laughed to himself. Finding his robe, he pulled it on - it felt scratchy for some reason. I'll have to ask for my own clothes tomorrow. This just won't do.