Ch.4
The Night
You and your family enjoyed a great lunch together. Your father was at the head of the table. A wide smile was on his face as your brothers told him their adventures hunting. The walls were gold as they shined with the rays of the sun. You were sitting on your fathers left. The cushions underneath were soft and very well comfortable. Tarik stood behind you against a wall.
Everything seemed peaceful in the dinning room until a soldier that guarded the entrance of the palace came in and whispered on to your father's ear. "Let her in." Your father commanded. He stood and walked around the table to stand in the middle of the room. As soon as you leaned back to see what was going on a woman stormed in the dining room and kneeled on to your father's feet. The soldier leaned to take this woman off, but your father commanded not to.
She sounded really upset, and hurt. She couldn't be of a middle class because her clothes were dirty and torn. Her veil was a brown color and were the rest of her clothes.
Your father kneeled to lift this woman a bit, "Take it easy woman. I cannot hear your pleas if you don't speak to me clearly." He lifted her face gently and wiped her tears away. Her face too was dirty.
"Please great Salah ad-Din! They have taken my baby away from me. They stole her from me! They stole her from me!"
"Who did?"
"Our own people! They stole her from our camp and sold her to the market! Please great Salah ad-Din! I beg of your help. Please help me!" Bursting in more tears she hid her face in your father's robes. For a great moment your father didn't say a word. But you didn't have to see him in order to know how he felt. Furious.
"Its enough for our people to be stealing in order to survive, but is not right to be stealing people to obtain a piece of food in their stomach. Jabari!" You father called his trusted captain. He came to inform your father about the camp a couple of house ago. Age of 35. He was tall and very well built, dark hair, tan skin and blue eyes. Before he was name captain, you and him had a very close friendship. Your brothers use to tease he liked you, but his heart belonged to the boy who use to deliver flowers to decorate the palace in Egypt. Yup. His gay. But only you know that.
Jabari stepped forward ready to carry out any order from your father. "Sir."
"Assemble 5 men on hours to the market. Ready my horse and yours. We're going to save this mothers child." Your father spoke with a firm voice. Jabari ran to do his ditty and the woman looked up at you father like if an angel just came from the heavens to her rescue. He looked at her with great tenderness. "We will get back your baby. For the mean time, wait here till we return and you will lead us to your baby."
"Oh thank you great Salah ad-Din! Thank you!" She rained kisses on his hands clothes and feet. Two female servants lifted her and escorted her to see to her aid. As your father walked away you ran to him.
"Baba!" You called on him and stopped in front of him. As if afraid you won't see him again you hugged him. He has only been here for three days, he can't leave you now.
"I will be back my daughter. I'm just going to get this woman's child back." He lifted your face. "I will return today. I promise." He kissed your forehead and walked off.
You saw him leave as you hear Tarik footsteps stop behind you. Your heart ached, but you kept telling yourself, he will return.
Later that day, Tarik handed you the information you will give Altair. Tarik will begin to wonder, but right now this Templar leader has to die.
As night fell, your father came back just in time for dinner. The mother guided him to wear the child was located and he bought back the baby. She was given a horse to return to her camp.
You rushed to your room not wanting to waits minute, so Altair could kill the Templar leader. That or something else you weren't aware of. Tarik was surprised with your early retirement. It was barely seven. The sky was dark so Altair should be here soon. You hoped. Why are you excited or nerves to see the Assassin? Fear? No . . . who knows but you welcomed this unknown feeling. It might be the thrill to be in front of an Assassin, in front of death and knowing you won't die. At lest that's what he said, anytime now he can easily change his mind.
Walking side to side in your chamber, your patience was getting thinner. Your chamber was lit with more candles hoping you will have a better view of this Assassin.
Every minute seemed like an hour. When will he come? Will he even come? Just when you sat down to take a deep breath a thud behind you was heard. Turning your attention to it, there he was. Stepping in from the balcony he pushed aside the veils that dance with the motion of the gentle wind.
His graceful confident walk, send a wave of fear all over your body. He looked like a lion about to attack it's pray. But this time he stopped a meter away from you. Odd. Or maybe you just wanted him closer.
"I'm here." He whispered loud enough.
"I have what you came for." You said, but you didn't spoke further more.
Altair slowly walked closer, making you tremble. "Give it to me." His husky voice demanded. His heavy breathing caressed you cheeks and went down to your neck.
Trying to speak clearly you took a deep breath and gently said, "His name is James Emerich. You will find him in a bar near the Catholic Church in the west entrance. He might be there with other soldiers." You said not looking away from him, but the extra candles were useless. His face was still dark under that hood.
"I will be back." He nodded and turned walking to the balcony.
"Wait!" You called and stopped his path by stepping in front if him. You had your hands in his chest blocking him from a dangerous mission. "Be careful . . . Altair." You whispered. Looking up at him, he smiled. "Allah humana." You whispered. God be with this man.
He placed a hand on your cheek and caressed it with his thumb. "I won't be long." He gently pushed you aside and ran off to his mission.
The ride to Jerusalem was the easy part. The hardest part was to find his target, but now he has him. Altair was sitting on a table in the bar. Men of all believes came here. The ceiling was covered of smoke from the hookahs. Woman parade them selves to men looking for clients. Altair held a glass of bear on his right as his targets sat in the far left. Drunk out of their senses, Altair waited for the right moment to strike. Not in the bar or he wont survive against the crowded room. The three Templar's that accompanied his target had female breasts on their faces. Only Altair noticed when the female prostitutes reached in and stole their money bags. James was very silent on the other hand. He did have a bear but never reached for a female.
"Oh cummun Jamms. Haffun." The man was clearly drunk.
"No. Thomas. I'm leaving." James responded.
"Don be a shit bagg. Here! A nice piece of ass for tonit."
"I said no."
"If yu still about thus muslims, they long dead! Have sex!" The drunken Templar said before he devoured his female with kisses.
A female sat on James lap and began to caress him. She teased his mouth with light kisses. She slowly began to kiss him and touched his body. James pulled her off. Something was obviously upsetting him. "You know you want it. Take your stress off through me. Bang the life out of me." The prostitute said, standing up and offering him her hand.
James reached for it and she pulled him out through a back door. This was Altair's opportunity to strike. Altair fallowed but kept his distance. From a distance Altair saw them turn around entering in a very dark stone alley.
The sounds of pleasure began as Altair sat in a nearby bench. He would not strike now. Not only because there was a witness but he always let his victims enjoy once more the simple pleasures of life. Sex. Every man has the right to once more experience being hugged by a woman and caressed by those delicate creatures. Altair's hand twitched when he heard the prostitute moan to the heavens. Fallowed by James grunts, their sounds echoed along the dark alleys. Altair knew James won't last much longer. And when he is done, Altair will kill him with his hidden blade.
Altair readied his hidden blade once he heard the last long cream from both of them. The prostitute walked out from the dark alley letting her dress fall to it place, fixing herself. Altair stood as the prostitute walked passed by him and extended her hand. He extended his hand and dropped a golden coin on her hand. She continued walking and entered the back in the bar.
Altair made his way to his target. Going around the corner, James was fixing his belt. As if James heard Altair's steps, he straightened his back and stood there.
You walked to the edge of your balcony looking out in the distance for any sign of Altair. He should be back by now. It was close 1 hour past midnight. It couldn't have taken this long to kill one man. Then again, James could have backup and maybe Altair is stuck fighting God knows how many Templar's. Maybe his dead? Or worst. Maybe he was captured and is now being tortured and questioned? No you don't want to think worst things that could happen to him. But you couldn't help to think about them. What if he is badly injured and was left on the cold hard stone floor to die? NO! STOP! You have to stop thinking of the worst!
Taking a deep breath you tried to clear your mind. Altair is fine. He will come back with prove of some sort to show James is dead. Either that or his delay was more of an enough prove that he killed James. You walked back inside your room. You looked at what to do while Altair got here. Then your secret wall came to sight. Walking up to it you were about to open it to reveal the golden orb your father gave you, when you heard a scratching sound out the balcony. Altair!
Running your heart out you reached the balcony. Looking around you couldn't see him or a hint that it is him. Then in front of you a bloodied hand grabbed the edge of the balcony. You looked down and there he was, barely able to lift himself. You grabbed his arm and pulled him up with all your strength. Allah, this man was heavy. Finally you got him on the balcony but he fell on the floor. "Altair!"
"I'm fine." He coughed catching his breath.
"Come let me help you." You said trying to lift him up, but he stood perfectly fine. His clothes were ripped and stained with blood. He was injured, but his masculine pride made him walk in your room by himself.
You ran in and told him to sit on a near chair and you will be back. You ran out off your room and looked both ways to see that your guards were sleeping. Clear. You ran off to the training room and grabbed cloths, bandages and a special liquid made from special herbs. Everything that will aid a person after it is wounded after battle. Especially with your brothers. You held a bowl above your head with all the materials as you made your way back in your room.
Altair stood wrapping his injured arm with a dirty piece of cloth. What a stubborn man. You placed the bowl on the carpet in the middle of your room. Like a tiny living room, you brought more cushions to sit on. "Sit let tend you your wombs" You told Altair as you brought a vase filled with water.
"I'm fine. I don't need your help. Someone else will do that for me. I just came to let you know James is dead." He said standing still.
"You came up here just to tell me that? Come on Altair. You killed that man for me the least I can do is bandage your arm. Come. Sit." You instructed him as you held his wounded arm and pulled him down on the cushions. He didn't hesitate he sat down.
You sat on his right side and checked his arm. He was wounded right below the shoulder. The bicep area. His sleeve was stained with blood. You will have to get his clothes off to clean him from bacteria and be able to see if he is injured anywhere else. . . His clothes off. Finally. You will finally see Altair for whom he is. Visible, finally. The thought of seeing him naked or just chest naked made you blush bright red. You were glad it was dark, he couldn't see the affect he had on you. Clearing your throat you spoke, "Altair, you're going to have to take off your robes so I can clean you." Afraid to look up you just stared at his injury, but he did turn. For a brief moment he said nothing. Then, stood up.
"But I will need assistance." He said looking down at you. Finally, you will see the man underneath that hood. The man who was sent to kill you. The man that makes you tremble with fear and desire without any explanation.
Standing up you helped him remove his weapons. Everything that was on top sword, dagger, and knifes. You removed his thick heavy belt and placed it in a table as he removed the bands on his arms and handed them to you. You placed them on the table were the rest of his weapons are. How can this man run and climb fast with the weight of metal, thick leather, and God knows how many layers of clothes? Finally, just the white robes were left. From behind you saw him struggling to remove his hood with one hand but you immediately ran in front and removed his hand. You want to take it off yourself. You want to see the man underneath this hood.
The hood was a separate piece. Here is the moment of truth. Finally after this whole time keeping his identity a secret, you will see the man that killed many. Lifting both of your hands up you held on to the hood and lifted it up. There he was. Tanned face, the scared lip, and the dark chocolate eyes. His hair was very short and he had blood on his face. You will have time later to feast on him but now you have to aid him. Removing your eyes from his face you removed the red sash that held his robes closed. Pulling it off the layers of robes was the only thing left. You dropped the red sash and tock a good grip of the first robe. Lifting it up you tried not to hurt his arm. The next layer was one that was cut so you were able to remove it easily. The last thing he had was the gray long sleeve. Already cut from one arm you took a knife and cut the side of it so he would only have to pull it over his head and slide off the good arm. He did and the body beneath the layers of clothes was perfect. His body beautifully structured. Pure masculine body. He had very light of body hair but they were dark like his hair. His muscles were perfectly defined and the scars. Of all sizes! His pants were held by a dirty gray sash. But he will keep those on. Right now you have to band this man . . . He was indeed a man.
Pulling him back down you poured water on the wooden bowl. You grabbed a cloth, wet it and began to clean his arm from the blood. Other warriors might have flinched from pain but not Altair. He stared trait into the wall. You poured the herb liquid on the cloth then pressed the cloth on the womb to kill any bacteria. He hissed in pain and the muscles of his body tightened. You blew on the womb so the pain would go away. "I'm sorry! I didn't know it would hurt! Are you alright?" You looked up at him concerned and worried.
He faced you, "Yes. I just wanted to see what your reaction would be." He faked it! He had a big grin on his face. Annoyed and embarrassed you punched his wound. "Ow! That did hurt!"
"That's what you get." You said pulling back his arm and continued cleaning it. He let out a small chuckle and you tightened the bandage and he flinched bringing a smile on your face. "Done." You said finishing the knot. "Let me clean the rest of you so I can see where else you're wounded." You grabbed the wet cloth and began to wash the blood away from his neck down to his chest. There. Close to his pelvis he was wounded.
The air left your lung when you saw that the wound went much lower. "Do you want me to take those off too?" You snapped your face up to look at him. He had a confident prideful smile on his face. Then it all changed to something much deeper. Lust? Dismissing the thought you looked down and said, "No just low enough to um . . . to. . . dis no. . .to clean it" You couldn't find the words! What wrong with you?
"Fine." He leaned back on the floor and lifted his pelvis high enough to slide his pants bit down. But low or high . . . this man was temptation. You wanted to touch him so bad. Not with a cloth, not with anything, just skin to skin. He sat back up and your hands began to tremble when you saw a preview of curls peeking out of the pants. Oh Allah! This is too much for you. This has to stop, but you have to clean his wounds. After you're done with him you will send him away. You have to do something to bring your temperature down. Talking! Talking is good. That may help.
"James put up quiet a fight. Was he hard to kill?" You asked as you cleaned his wound. But it was hard since you had to bend over his crossed leg and your back began to hurt.
"No. He was easy. Too easy. It surprised me. His men were tough to fight." He said opening his legs for you. You sat perfectly well as you placed the cloth back on him with the herb liquid.
Interested to hear the story you asked, "Why did it surprised you? Did you expect him to be stronger?" You asked getting closer to the wound.
"No, after I let him finish with the woman I expected him to fight. But he knew I was going to kill him. He told me himself to kill him." You looked up in surprise and reached for the bandages. "After I killed him his men caught me and we fought." He said concluding his story.
"Oh . . ." it was hard to band him. You pushed him back to lean on his hands for support. "What was so important that James was doing with the woman that you let him finish?" You asked when you hugged his waist in order to wrap the bandage a couple of times.
"Sex" Frozen in spot you looked up at him. You weren't expecting that answer, at all. His eyes burned with something that you aren't familiar with. Yet your chest stomach and inner thighs wanted more. Is this desire? Is this how a man looks at a woman when he wants her?
"You let James finish having sex with a woman?" You asked still holding the bandage behind him. Knowing an Assassin would strike at that moment.
"A man has the right to experience pleasure in the arms of a woman before he faces death, don't you think?" He said caressing your face with his right hand. His touch was cold and you flinched getting you off balance and falling on him. You tried to pull back from him but his hand on your back pinned you against him. "Don't you think so?"
Not knowing what to do you stared at him confused, scared, and nerves. Your heart began to beat fast and deep.
"Answer me Azeneth." His soothing yet strong voice commanded. His eyes traveled all over your face as you stared at his lip with desire. Yes desire, you want to kiss him. You want to kiss this man. You want to kiss this Assassin. You want to kiss Altair. Only Altair.
"Is that what you do every time before you go to a mission?" You asked breathless.
"Not recently . . ." He said as the tip of his tong wet his lips.
"Why not?" You asked looking as you positioned yourself in a more comfortable position.
"Because there is one woman I long to have. She is a beautiful woman who has yet to find pleasure in a man's arms, and it would be an honor and a privilege if she allowed me to be her first." He said as his hand slid up your back to cup the back of your head. The touch send a chill up your spine and you led out a small moan as you close your eyes and tasted the delicious feeling. No! This has to stop! You can't give yourself to any man like your cousin Latifa. Never!
Pulling back you said, "Altair let me go." You close your eyes embarrassed that you let him know you wanted him too.
"Azeneth, when did you decide to lie to me?" You looked up at him confused. You didn't lie to him. "Your mouth might say to let you go, but your face, your mouth, your hands, your chest and the rest of your body tells me otherwise." How can this man read your body?
"Look Altair. Whatever you want from me, you know I can't give it to you. I have to stay pure till . . . I . . . marry." That is if it will ever happen. But from here on, only Allah knows when.
"At least I know how it feels to be a woman. As for you I wouldn't be surprised if you had an extra sword in between your legs." She said with a daring grin.
"At least I will be a virgin when my husband takes me to bed." You said.
"That's IF you get a husband. As for me, I already have one secured." Said Latifa
Your cousins words echoed in your head. Maybe your she right. If you get a husband. What if you go on living without knowing how it felt to become a woman in a mans arms. What if you die a virgin? No man will ever want to marry an old independent woman. No one. And it is said that when a woman never has sex, she will grow to be a bitter old woman. You have your aunts as proof. After their husbands died, they never wed again and they are very rude to people that aren't her nesses and nephews. No, you won't become one of them.
If few liked you for the person that you are, now that you're young, when you get older the numbers will only decrease. Hope is gone. You will die a bitter old virgin. No. Not going to happen. Because right now at this moment, your solution to that problem is in front of you. Altair.
You held on tight to his robes. You don't know what to do. Your body begs to be touched and wants to feel like a woman, but you don't know what to do in the action of sex.
"Tell me one word, Azeneth. One word and I will do as you command." As you commanded? You looked up and saw hurt on his face. He didn't want you to deny him. His lips, Allah his lips. You reached up to trace his lips with your right index finger. You outlined the top lip and went around to the bottom until you reached his scar. He closed his eyes when you outlined the scar and kisses your finger.
"Your lips . . ." You wanted to taste them. You wanted to feel the scar against you. Different from all the other men, Altair's mouth is the only mouth that has ever brought you desire to kiss a man. "I want to taste them." You said slowly moving forward to kiss him, but you pulled back. You don't know how to kiss. And you were afraid, that he would walk away because he didn't like how you kissed. You looked aside embarrassed.
"Here, allow me." The hand Altair had behind your head pushed you to press your lips against his. He began tasting and sucking on your top and bottom lip slowly getting you use to his rhythm. You wanted more, much more. You pulled his head towards you and began to taste his scar. Allah, it was so good. It felt so wrong and good at the same time. His lips were soft and rough, when it came to the scar. His spiky beard rasped your face and your hands as you explored his face. The sting his beard left only made you want more and more. So delicious so sweet and salty. When his tong entered your mouth you wanted to pull back but he pulled you closer. You felt you were drowning in this kiss and you realized you weren't breathing. You forgot to breath. You pulled back to breath and you felt like you took the very first breath of your life.
Altair looked at you just how you wanted him to look at you. Desire, lust and wanting. "I want you Altair." You said in between breaths. Still dazed from the amazing kiss.
His eyes darkened with desire and a dangerous smirk grew on him. "Then you shall have me." He pulled you to another kiss but this time it was gentle. His hands traveled all over your body, you couldn't help but to moan. You pulled back to breathe again and his mouth moved to your neck. Allah! Another moan to signal him you loved that. He pulled you to his body and you caressed his head. You moved your head to the side to give him better access to your neck and ear. His hands traveled to your legs and back up to your body. Wait! He is going too fast. You gasped his name and he froze. As if realizing his rush he slowed his pace.
His caresses filled your body with none stop shivers and invisible ants running up and down. His mouth moved to your collar bone and lower to your chest. You pulled his face up wanting to taste those magnificent lips again. He laid you on the carpet resting your head on a cushion. His hands searched for yours as he brought them above your head pinning them with one hand against the floor. No, you feel out of control. You don't like feeling vulnerable. With his free hand he caressed the side of your waist and rose to your breast. His thumb flicked your nipple and you arched your back gasping and moaning. Allah!
His mouth possessed yours as one of his legs separated your legs. It rested in between your sensitive spot. He moved it against you and you moaned louder. "Altair" You called. He smiled against you lips and continued the motion of his leg. You opened your legs a bit wider to increase the wave of pleasure filling your cup. The temperature of your body was increasing mad. His free hand began to lift your dress and you tried to free your hands but Altair only held tighter. "Altair" You free your mouth, gasping, "Alt-"
"Shhh . . . Don't be afraid. It is only me. I will take care of you." You looked at his eyes and they held truth. "Let go for once. Loose all control and know there will only be pleasure. Sweet pleasure." His warm smile made your heart beat faster. You closed your eyes scared and excited for what is yet to come. "Look at me habibi." His choice of words is what made you look at him. Beloved? He took you by surprise and you gasped when his hand began to play with your clit. Dear Allah! Mad passion electrocuted you whole. You gasped his name as he possessed over your lips once more and this time you felt like you were drowning. His hand in between your legs took the breath out of you and his mouth wouldn't let you take in air. You held tight on his neck and back for dear life. You felt like anytime time you would lose all senses and do things you never thought of doing. More you wanted more. His warm body on your felt so good. You didn't want him to stop, digging your nails on his bad made him moan. Oh how sweet that sounded. His deep moan echoed in your head and you wanted to hear more of his rich voice.
He pulled off, you moaned of disappointment and gratefulness. But mostly disappointment. He pulled off his hand from your thighs and brought his hand up to taste your juice. "Mmm . . . Delicious" He hummed. His eyes never leaving yours. He pulled up your gown to your waist and you lifted yourself enough to pull the dress off. Naked for his eyes to see. Only him.
When his eyes scanned your body you looked away embarrassed and scared for his reaction. Your skin was much lighter than the rest of the Muslim woman. Maybe he won't like it. "Allah . . . Beautiful." He breathed in. You looked at him and he licked his lips with hunger.
He leaned down to kiss your forehead, eyes and mouth. He went lower to your neck and collar bone. He moved his lower body between your legs as his hands lifted your back. Your breasts were closer to his face and he took one nipple in his mouth. He suckled and kissed. Nibbled and played. His tong was gentle and very good at bringing pleasure from the tip of your toes to your heart and chest to your womanhood. Making you lift your pelvis against him with need. Need for him to enter you now. You wanted him now. You moaned your heart out when his teeth gently bit you. Allah! You never knew so much pleasure could come from the smallest places. He increased the pleasure by scratching your back and you held his head closer. When his mouth moved to the other nipple, you felt like you could fly to the heaves. "More, Altair. More." You commanded gasping for air. He moved to kiss your ribs and naval, leaving you wanting more. He parted your legs feeling the cold air in between your thighs and womanhood.
You looked down to see his hungry gaze. His eyes were pinned at your sacred entrance. Embarrassment made you want to close your legs, but his strength kept them apart. You close your eyes and looked away.
"Don't hide from me habibi." His intense eye contact increased your heart beat. When he hid his face between your legs a new wave of pleasure made you gasp for air. Slamming you back on the cushions. You tried to look down to see what Altair was doing to you that caused unbelievable pleasure. He was kissing you. His mouth played with your clit and his tong entered slightly into your core, slowly spreading apart your sacred folds. His attention on your clit pinned you back on the cushions. You reached up trying to hold on something that would help you not lose all senses from this sweet divine pleasure. Not being able to find nothing you pulled back your hands and held the side of your neck. The touch felt good, sliding it down you passed by a breast down to your naval. The touch only increased the pleasure. Dear Allah! You bit your lower lip when something entered your core. It wasn't big but it was big enough to make you beg for more.
"Altair. . . please I want you now." You said trying to sound needing but not dispread.
"Not yet. You have yet to have an orgasm. Plus I'm getting you use to my size." He said as you saw that he entered another finger. You arched your back as the pleasure made you close your eyes. How can you not be ready? All of this time, all of the feelings if it's not close to an orgasm, then you wanted to keep going till you felt an orgasm. You held on to the cushions at your sides and he went back on kissing your clit. He flickered it with his tong and every second that passed you wanted to remember it. All of it. He increased the speed with your clit. Then you felt like jumped of a cleft to swim in the lake of pleasure. You twist and moved side to side trying to hold on to something, but that something disappeared when you opened your eyes and it felt like time stopped. Everything around you seemed to either have stopped or go at a very slow passé. Then a wave that began from the main cores spread all around you making your eyes rolled back and breathless. Your back arched and everything you knew was gone. The only moment that mattered, the only moment that you remember is now. This intense exquisite orgasm and Altair. So this is the secret hidden in closed doors, when your father would take his mates to his room and strange erotic sounds would be heard. The secret behind closed doors, you discovered it. You like it. And you wanted more.
Trembling you laid on the floor like a dead soldier. You did die, the old virgin you died, but you revived. Never in your life have you ever felt so alive. You laid there in surrender to pleasure. Gasping for air you felt your legs, arms and body still trembling. You close your eyes trying to remember the feeling while it was fresh.
Altair rose and rested his forehead on your cheek. "That was an orgasm." He said and kissed your cheek and neck. Yes it was and you loved it. When you felt him positioning his legs against your body you moaned when you felt a big thing entering. But it never came all the way in. He kept pulling it out and only enters a bit. Is that all he has? You looked down and boy did that prove you wrong. He was big. You wanted to take him whole but you don't think that would be possible. You moved your pelvis lower to take him in but that did not help. You wanted him in! NOW!
"Altair . . . Please." You whispered with desire. Under the dark room him smirk was clear by the candle that burned at you right. He continued with the same motion and in just a couple of small thrust you had another orgasm. So good and breathtaking.
"Altair I beg you . . . Now." You wanted him more than anything else in your life. He leaned down and began to kiss your neck gently biting it and he positioned himself. He took possession over your mouth tasting his scar once more.
"Then you shall beg no more." His slow deep thrust made you scream in pain but his kiss swallowed it. Trying to comfort you with soothing words he trusted very slow. His slow rhythm cause pain but you are able to handle it. Slowly the pain was over taken by pleasure. Sweet pleasure. You wrapped legs around his waist to make him go deeper. You needed him to go faster. To take the breath out of you. Caressing his head he let out a growl when he began to speed up his pace. The feeling of this forbidden act was incredible. Forbidden to unmarried females, to the young curious kind. Forbidden to you. How can something so amazing be forbidden to woman? Could there be risks when it comes to giving yourself to someone that is not your husband? If there is, you don't want to think about it because this time, this place, this man is all you want to remember.
The melody of his thrust and the moans from both of you was a song the whole world deserved to hear. Something so unbelievingly incredible. You pulled from the kiss to breathe as he continued his thrusts and you realize the both of you were covered in sweat. You wiped the sweat from his brow and he smiled. The dance between a man and a woman. This is that. A dance. The dance of love.
Altair leaned down to kiss you gently and he whispered, "You're beautiful. You feel like heaven." Then he pushed much faster and deeper. You gasped and held on his arms that supported him from the floor. You saw his muscles in action. His chest was more defined and his abdomen worked as he thrusted. Your breast bounced with every thrust and more and more you felt like there couldn't be a better moment in your life than this. Looking at this man, the one responsible for your moans, screams and growls. This man with his expert touch. This man with his scared body. This man and his perfect lips. "Kiss me Altair." You said gasping for air.
He smiled and leaned down uniting with your lips. His kiss was rough and deep. You took everything in. You tried to keep with his pace and he speed up his thrusts. He growled and he held on to your waist pulling you down to meet his thrust. Again slowly you were feeling like you were about too loose all control. Faster he thrusted. Holding tight on him your body felt like it was about to explode. The invisible ants crawled up your legs and your womanhood added an intense wave of pleasure causing you to moan out loud his name to the heaves. Fallowed by his growl and release.
Out of breath. He rested his head between your breasts as the both of you filled your lungs with air. His rapid breathing felt so good on your chest. You were thankful for this moment. You thanked yourself for choosing him to stay. You didn't want to think about what would happen if you sent him on his way after attending his injuries. Gasp! His injuries! You were about to call on his name when a cold wind froze you. Fallowed by, "Princess? Princess Azeneth? Is everything ok?" Damn! Maybe you screamed too loud when you reached your orgasm. Should you answer? They can't see you in the dark. Will they come in and check if your fine? Then a click on the door was heard. You felt Altair's awareness because he looked like he was ready to fight or run. Waiting for a guard to walk in, nothing happened. Maybe they did close the door. Altair's muscles and touch relaxed, no one entered the room. He turned to look at you and everything got awkward.
What now? Sure you guys had sex, the most incredible sex you might ever experience, but what now? You felt tired. Should you just stand up, thank him for a great night and dismiss him? . . . How? You didn't want him to leave you cold and alone. . . But he has nothing else to do here. He will leave and you won't see him till the coming night. Then what? Will you both have sex again? Will it be as good as this night or better? If he leaves will he even return? Will he tell any of his friends and the roomer will travel around till it got to your fathers ears? Stop it. Maybe this was a wrong choice. Maybe you should have forced him to leave.
"Azeneth." His gentle voice brought you back to this world. His confused gaze brought a smile on your face. Then he smiled. No. There is no turning back. The deed was done. What now? Does this mean you became lovers? Or . . . it was just tonight?
"Altair. . ." You spoke as you caressed his spiky beard, ". . . Please don't tell anyone of what I just did." You gave your virginity to a stranger. Regretful about it, but at the same time no.
"You mean what we did." His pushing voice when he said "we" reminded you that this dance was done by two people. Not only you. He wanted you as much as you wanted him or it. Sex. You smiled and blushed. You didn't want to think about tomorrow or yesterday. You wanted to live into the now. Live this moment. Love this moment. Remember this moment for the rest of your life.
He dropped to your left side laid on his back and he brought you to his side. You placed your check on his chest and enjoyed listening to his heart beat. With your right hand you caressed his chest. Perfection of a man. Outlining one of his scars you heard his light snore. He was tired. So were you. But you did not want to miss a second of this precious moment. You looked up to see if he had his eyes closed. He did. He was sleeping. Sore from your legs you gave all your effort to sit up. You wanted to take a good look at this man.
Starting from the top, his head was resting under his left hand. He looked so innocent when he sleeps. Nothing like a killer. Nothing like an Assassin. His long curled lashes fit well with his high cheeks. His thick brow adorned his eyes very well. A very handsome man indeed. With a face like this someone would think he is a prince. But when they see his scars. . .
His scars are permanent marks from battles. They define who he is. A soldier. Your favorite scar is the one on his lip. So different, so good. His neck was thick and you could see his Adams apple. You want to taste that too. You bit your lip, maybe later. His collar bone looked like it would feel very good against your lips. As his chest rose and fell from breathing you got glimpse of sweat still on his body. His nipples were hard and dark. Would he like it if you played with them as he played with yours?
Dismissing the thought you continued scanning hi body. His torso had countless scars. His abdominals were perfect. When you got to his wrapped wound the bleeding seemed to have spread. Maybe the act of sex got his blood pumping exiting through the wound. Does it hurt? Maybe not, since he looks so calm. Continuing, you finally reached to the part all women worship. His penis. It lay against his legs resting. Your womanhood ached to feel that thing in again. Although it was down, it still looked pretty thick. Your hands tickled to touch. If you did, will he wake up? Looking at the rest of him, his legs were covered with dark hair were muscular. Strong legs that take him places and run their best to take their master to safety. Big feet, fit to stand on any type of ground they land.
But you couldn't look away from his manhood. Long and slightly pink. Surrounded by dark curls you wanted to touch. Can you touch? Glancing over your shoulder, Altair was still asleep. You bit your lower lip still debating if to touch or not. What can you lose? Nothing. Reaching for it, you placed your right index finger and it jumped. Pulling your hand back, did you hurt it? Did your nail scratch it?
Hearing a chuckle you turned to see Altair smiling. "I believe you have never seen a penis before." He said as he rose and pinned you with his intense gaze.
"Last year," you looked away, "I saw my baby brother pee on a bush. Just him." He brought your hand and wrapped it around his penis.
"Now that you've seen a grown man penis, I saw you filled with curiosity." His husky voice caressed your ear. "You're a curious little thing aren't you?"
Gulping your guilt you spoke, "I was just wondering how . . . um . . . your . . . the penis worked. Since it was hard, I believe you have a bone there too." You said not wishing to make eye contact. You were educated, but when it came to the human body your teachers always told you that your husband would teach you that.
"No bone, habibi." You looked up at him. But how? The penetration was so hard and strong. "Only muscle . . . hhss . . ." He hissed. "Be gentle. It's sensitive too." You loosened your hold. Your fingers won't touch! He was huge! When it moved you let go thinking you would hurt it somehow. The tissue was so soft and bumpy. You reached back to touch the tip. The head was pink and round. The perfect fit to enter and part the folds to make his way in. Altair's hand helped you wrap your hand on his shaft again. You tried to pull back telling him you don't want to hurt it. "I will show you how it's done. A very simple stroke that anyone can do brings mad pleasure to men." You looked down and you saw his hand link with yours as he slid it up and down. Repeating over and over the movement, you heard Altair's breathing getting heavy. Looking at his eyes woke in you the desire you felt not long ago. He wanted you once more, and you definitely wanted him. He pulled you to a kiss as you continued stroking his shaft. He gently bit your lip as you stroke faster. Again he hissed, "Be gentle."
"I don't want you to be gentle with me Altair. Make me feel like the woman I felt not long ago. Please I need to feel it. Make me a woman again Altair." You pulled him back and he positioned himself in between your legs. He caressed your body and rained kisses all over your body. Welcoming the invisible ants you pulled his face and kissed his face. Uniting your lips, he entered you deep and you gasped in air. Riding you like if there was no tomorrow. It hurt but not for long, you would take whatever you will get. Still sore from not long ago you wanted to fell that same tightness and pleasure one can only fine between a man and a woman. Holding him tight you pressed your nails against his back and he growled. He thrusted deeper and stronger. Living in the moment you didn't want this moment to end. His mouth moved to your neck and just as you both were almost around the corner to reach your peek you pulled him to kiss his neck. But too late, you bit him instead. You didn't want to scream out your joy. You dig your teeth as the intense wave of pleasure conquered your body. Holding tight for dear life you wished you could stay like this for eternity. The orgasm lasted longer than the last one. When he came, the both of you fell out of breath. In surrender you both laid on the carpet breathless.
Catching up with time and day, you felt a caress on your cheek and you turned to kiss the hand. Looking up Altair was on his side and had his head resting under his arm. You took the hand and kissed it. Never in your live have you ever felt so alive.
