The dance didn't last long.
In the back of his tent was his temporary living quarters. Much like the front of his shop it was much bigger than Nilou expected. A round bed sat in the corner, along with various furniture scattered around the circular extension of the tent. It was roomy, and the canvas of the tent dimmed out the noise of the bazaar without sacrificing the sunlight filtering through.
It was here that Nilou danced. He sat on the edge of his bed, watching as slender body twisted and gyrated. She loved audiences but she loved the way his eyes had been on her body even more, how hot she felt as she gave this stranger a performance more intimate than she'd ever given.
She did what Sheikh had told her, she did what this stranger encouraged her to do. She followed the urges, what she wanted. And what she wanted in this moment was this merchant, their eyes locked as her sensuous dance brought her closer, and closer to him.
With every move of her arms, of her hips, of her head, she decided to let go even more, each move one inhibition cast to the wayside, every worry or stress forgotten with the heat that she was now feeling as she looked at him.
Before she knew it she was straddling him, holding his face in her hands as she panted, catching her breath. His eyes swirled dark with lust, lust that she reciprocated. Her mind was blank other than the fact that she wanted to see this through to the end.
And before she knew it they were making out.
Nilou let kiss flow into kiss, each one growing more intense. She struggled to keep pace at first, but the stranger was accommodating; he kept it at her pace with each kiss, even if her enthusiasm was beginning to surmount experience. Soon enough the pace grew faster. Their heads began to shift to accommodate the growing want, her arms wrapping around his neck. She felt his hands move to grab her waist. She mewled at his touch.
She'd kissed before with boys who'd pass through town, persistent fans, but never this…good. She kept wanting more, each kiss ending with a satisfying smack of air that made her dizzy.
Maybe the difference this time was that she wasn't kissing a boy, but a man.
The stranger's touch made Nilou jelly in his grasp, his fingers sliding up and down her back. She felt so sensitive there, her soft skin growing hot under his large hands. He suddenly slid one of those hands beneath her veil, sliding all the way up to the back of her head and capturing it in a firm grasp. It made sure that she couldn't escape his lips, made sure that all she needed to do was just take whatever he gave her. Nilou moaned softly at the move. She liked how possessive he was, his other hand planting itself firmly on the small of her back.
Her own arms wrapped tighter around him and it was only now that she realized how close they were, his move making her straddle him tighter, her breasts pillowing against his broad chest. It was also hard to ignore the fact that there was something hard, something big beginning to rub against her.
As the minutes went by and their lips became rimmed with hot spit, Nilou began to grow hotter. She kept following his lead as the stranger's own lust began to mount. This stranger kissed her as if he wanted to own her. She mewled, struggling against to keep up with his lips whenhis tongue suddenly shoved itself between her thin lips and started rooting itself between her cheeks. Breathlessly, Nilou closed her arms around his head even tighter, struggling against the fingers pulling at her scalp. All it did was encourage him to kiss her deeper.
Nilou only noticed she was grinding on him when the man slid the hand at her back over her perky ass. She squeaked at that, more shocked at the way she was rubbing herself on this stranger's crotch than the way his hand grabbed her body. Her eyelids fluttered at how he felt down there between her legs.
She was so wet.
It was something that would have usually flustered Nilou beyond belief to acknowledge, but she was still too focused on the moment right now to care. This stranger made her feel so free, so free of inhibition, of her self-perceived duties, her stress. Choking on his tongue now with his hand digging into her scalp, wrapping her wiry arms around his head as she swallowed his spit, grinding herself on his bulge like a bitch in heat, it was all so overwhelming. And Nilou wanted more.
Her eyes flew open, and she squeaked. A moment of lucidity passed over her, her hips stopping their grind. Their mouths parted, a string of spit connecting their tongues as they panted, looking at each other. She felt lightheaded, gulping in air with her mouth agape, another string of spit spilling from her lower lip. The stranger's eyes looked different now. He looked like he was going to eat her up. It made her even wetter.
"You sure you want this, girlie?" the stranger said in a low voice. "I get rough."
The way he said it in an almost growl made her shiver. She lost herself in those dark eyes of his. Nilou wanted to experience it even more. Whatever this was, this heat, this dizzying, electrifying sensation that was thrumming through her, she wanted to get lost in it. For the first time in what felt like ever, Nilou only cared about what she wanted.
"I…I can take it."
The moment she said those words, the stranger's mouth shot towards hers. They kissed again as the hand the stranger had on her breast suddenly took the bottom hem of her top and ripped it up. Her modest breasts jiggled at the sudden stripping, their pink nipples pebbly. Nilou squealed into his mouth before he ended their liplock, kissing at her exposed neck, past the elaborate golden collar that girded it. Without hesitation he captured one of her expressed tits into his mouth.
Nilou gasped, her hands instinctively shooting into his hair. Without thinking she started to grind into him again, feeling herself begin to unravel at this man's touch.
"M-Mister…" she moaned out, the fire at the base of her belly beginning to grow bigger and bigger with every lick of his tongue.
He played around her areola, making it grow harder before the tip of his tongue started to flick and play with her teat. Her slender body shuddered at the ministrations, especially when he took a hand and began to pinch and play with her other nipple. Soon he switched spots, lavishing both of her tits with his spit. She'd never had anyone do this to her, and it felt so alien, yet so good.
The stranger suddenly let out a buck of his hips, grind back into her as he grunted. She felt a throb shoot through him.
He finally parted from her breasts, moving back up to Nilou's face. The hand at her tit grabbed her chin to make her face him. She had tears in her eyes as her body kept moving softly, grinding against him. She was soaked, the lust apparent in her face, her mouth open and panting for more. They kissed, his hand wrapping around the back of her neck as she moaned into his mouth, their tongues coiling hotly in a hungry exchange of spit.
They parted again, breathing hard as he took both his hands and put them on her waist. He grabbed her and nodded with his head to stand on her feet. Nilou did so, bemused, wobbling onto her legs as he followed her lead and stood with her. She was reminded again of his size now that he towered over her.
"Okay, tiny dancer," he said, his hands smoothing against her shoulders. He gave a little force to her skin, making her move with him. She stepped back, following his lead until she was close to a nearby cabinet. "Can you do a standing split with your foot above your head? I want to test your flexibility."
The request further confused Nilou. He pointed at her left leg with a grin. After a moment she did what thought he wanted, obediently pointing her leg up to the ceiling, her left arm reaching upwards to keep her leg upright, the pit of her knee facing him. She had excellent balance, but she leaned with her hand against the cabinet regardless.
"L-Like this?"
Nilou asked as he drank in the sight of her. His eyes were excited, the grin on his lips almost turning devilish. It suddenly hit her how exposed she was in this position, which was probably what he wanted.
"Perfect." he said, that kind voice of his almost to a growl again. The juxtaposition made Nimou bite her lip. She didn't know what it was, but she loved being told what to do like this. In essence, she was doing exactly what she usually did: she was in a merchant's tent, doing whatever they asked, never saying no.
The difference of course made itself clear when this particular merchant suddenly ripped his shirt off and advanced towards her. She had only but a moment to admire his firm dark-skinned body, with his barreled chest, his chiseled abs, the prominent dip right above his crotch. She might have been a virgin but she knew what a stud looked like, and that stud cupped her face in one of her hands and kissed her.
She melted into his mouth, her head craning up just so he could shove his tongue between her teeth. She loved hearing him groan against her lips, loved knowing that he wanted her so badly.
Nilou suddenly squealed, eyes flying open when she felt something rub against her pussy.
Their mouths parted, more spit spilling between them as she saw that it was his hand reaching under her dancer's skirt. She bit into her lip as he kept going, rubbing her through her panties, feeling just how wet she was.
"Good girl…do you know how wet you are for me?" he asked, the lewd question making Nilou bite into her lip as the rubbing got even faster. "Just hold this pose until I tell you to put your leg down, okay?"
Before Nilou could respond, his other hand suddenly grabbed the ribbon of her skirt, and with one rough pull he undid it, the fabric slipping off of Nilou's skinny frame and pooling onto the floor next to her foot. Not a second later and the hand outside of her panties shifted and slid inside of them. The stranger didn't hesitate to start rubbing her in there too.
Nilou couldn't believe what was happening. She was so ashamed, so embarrassed in this position, exposing her crotch all for his gaze in such a lewd display. But as he kissed her again, Nilou just…didn't care. She was so wet that his finger easily slipped into her, and when he started to plunge in and out, in and out, that was when Nilou let out her first genuine, open-mouthed moan. In what felt like the next moment he was suddenly on her breasts, sucking and licking her nipples. His fingering slowly grew faster, grew deeper. Even just one finger was difficult to fit inside her virgin pussy, but lust had a way of accommodating.
She squirmed, her resolve to stay in the leg hold almost wavering as the stranger kept fingering her. It only got worse as he started to kiss her other breast, started to lick her neck. She felt his hungry huffs through his nostrils, how he breathed her scent in, how he tasted her as if she was the most delicious meal he'd ever had.
Suddenly, he introduced another finger. Nilou groaned, the hand she had upstretched above her head dug into her calf at the intrusion, only for her the groan to turn into a long moan as he curled them inside her in a way that made her clench needily around him. The stranger's mouth moved above her upstretched arm and began to kiss up and down, hungrily sliding his lips against her armpit.
"N-No, mister…!" Nilou tried to protest, bashful at the dirty spot he was now huffing and kissing. Her chest heaved with her breaths, eyes shut.
He ignored her as he moaned in want, the hand that wasn't fingering her greedily groping the leg pointing upward. He swooped into her exposed neck again, suckling on it as he growled, his voice making her hips move on their own.
"I wanted this body since I saw you onstage," he said, the sentiment so naughty it made Nilou feel a pulse of heat go through her. "Just my luck that the most beautiful dancer in Sumeru wandered into my tent, looking for a good time."
Another pulse of heat shot through her, her pussy giving a clench to his fingers. She felt his suckles leave her neck and failed to bite back a whimper she felt the stranger begin to lick her armpit. He kept fingering her vigorously, the mixture of the pleasure and alien sensations making her weak in the knee. She felt her pussy gush with juices, her panties soaked with them as the man kept ravishing her.
His mouth imprinted itself everywhere. His tongue greedily slid against the tight core of her stomach, his lips kissing up and down her exposed sides, his teeth marking her thigh as his. He ravished her with such feral want, and it made Nilou feel more desired than she'd ever felt in her life.
His other hand groped her everywhere it could. Her bare ass cheeks, her back, running across the golden band girding her thigh to squeeze the skin around it. Nilou was completely overrun by sensation at this point. All she could do was hold on to her split, and let him have his way with her.
Suddenly Nilou's breathing quickened. The knot at the base of her stomach was starting to unravel, pulsing of her heat flaring all over her nerves, her skin hot. She felt the pulses stronger than ever as the stranger began to curl his fingers in a way he never had before, hitting her in a spot she never knew existed.
"A-Ah, mister…I…!" Nilou choked out as he kept going, merciless.
Every stroke of her g-spot made Nilou gasp and choke back moans. She began to see spots in her vision when he just kept going. Striking it again, and again, and again, all as he suckled on her tits, his tongue making sure her pink nipples were firm and ultrasensitive to his touch. She began to shiver, tightening up around him as her body seemingly contracted and went limp all at the same time.
"M-Mister…I…I-!"
Nilou came. Her body shook as the waves of pure heat shot through her nervous system. She choked out breathless moans, tears squeezing out of her eyes. The pleasure never seemed to end as she endured it all, wave after wave of release that made her hips gyrate into the stranger's hand, the sensations only made stronger when his hand slipped out of her and started to play with her clit.
Her climax simultaneously felt like an eternity and a moment rolled into one. When it finally began to taper away, Nilou was conscious of her breaths as she panted.
Her body still shuddered from the intense electricity that fried her senses. Beads of sweat were now starting to roll down her skin. That was by far the most intense orgasm she'd ever had, and yet Nilou knew that this wasn't the endpoint. No, she knew she still had a long ways to follow through.
"You're a professional after all, girlie," the stranger's voice cut through the haze of post-orgasm, and Nilou blinked her eyes open. "You're still doing the split."
To her shock, he was right; her leg was still pointed towards the roof of his tent, her left arm still helping to support it upwards by wrapping around its calf. He didn't have his hand in her panties anymore now as he rand them up and down her tight teenage curves.
"Don't underestimate dancers, mister." Nilou said, giving him a weak smile.
"So I assume that means…" he pressed forward, suddenly slipping his fingers inside her again, curling them instantly to hit the spot that made her toes curl. "...you can hold out a little longer?"
Just the question made her clench around him. Nilou looked at him, green eyes clouded with want.
"As long as you want me to."
They shared a rough kiss before the stranger tore himself from her mouth and went down on his haunches. Nilou didn't have time to ask him what he was doing before his right hand suddenly untied the strings at the side of her panties holding them in place and ripped them aside. A moment later and he was devouring her cunt.
Nilou choked out a squeal, the hand holding her up against the cabinet digging into the wood as her eyes fluttered.
"Oh my gods…mister…!"
He kept going, both of his hands cupping her ass as his tongue dug into her soaked pussy, his lips clamping around her mound as he eagerly sucked in her juices. This was so sudden, so lewd, it made Nilou delirious with lust. So close to a previous orgasm, and she was already starting to feel those pulses turning into telltale ripples.
She let out a long moan, her hips moving lustfully against his face. A hand gripped her thigh as he kept going.
She was so close now, she could feel it. The right leg that she was balancing on was beginning to buckle. She felt strings of her arousal drip down her skin. If he kept it going she could reach it, reach that high that she was starting to crave more than ever, that release. She was feeling so good, all she needed was a little m-
Impossibly, Nilou started to feel better.
She gathered herself, or rather, attempted to as she tried to make sense of what was going on. Her entire body squirmed, involuntary moans spilled from her throat. A few more moments later and she realized he was fingering her now, while simultaneously sucking on her clit, and his free hand tweaking with her nipple. She could hear his hungry groans, the moist sounds of those fingers sliding into her.
He was merciless, curling his finger inside her in that spot, and striking it, again and again and again-
Nilou screamed, the scream cutting itself short as her body shuddered again, another orgasm ripping through her as the stranger eagerly sucked all of her juices. Time fell away as Nilou endured the onslaught. The worst part was that he didn't stop, fingering, and tweaking and sucking her through her orgasm. It didn't take long before another orgasm chained into it, and Nilou's senses turned to nothing but the shrill white whine of pure bliss.
Nilou didn't know it was possible to feel this good. She'd never cum this many times in such rapid succession, each one growing more pleasurable than the last. It was too much for her young body, but it was the overwhelming part that made it feel that much better.
She loved losing herself completely to sensation. This was the "self-care" people had told her about, and she wanted to lose herself in it even more.
The waves of pleasure eventually ebbed away, leaving Nilou shaking, panting, her nerves numb.
Nilou opened her eyes after she finally caught her breath. She fully expected to be on the ground or supported up by the stranger, but surprisingly, she still doing the leg hold, balanced on one foot. Her grip on the cabinet hadn't shifted at all, and her hold on her left leg was still firm. Slowly, she lowered it, suddenly feeling herself wobble as blood rushed back into her left leg. Self-consciousness flooded her now as she realized she was almost bottomless now other than her golden thighlet and her gladiator sandals.
The stranger started clapping.
Nilou looked up and just now realized that he was sitting on his bed now, buck naked. Her eyes drank in his dark-skinned physique before they fixated on his throbbing cock. They widened. She'd never thought she'd see one that big before. Her feet moved forward without her even thinking.
"Bravo, you truly are a professional."
Nilou couldn't hold back her smile, making her subsequent fake pout less convincing.
"You just left me there after…"
"I made you cum over and over again?"
Despite everything Nilou flushed at his crudeness. She didn't answer him.
When she reached the bed, they shared a single look before Nilou wordlessly straddled him, the stranger supporting himself on his arms as he looked up at her face. Her heart raced as their skin kissed, his hard cock sliding against her stomach. Its bulbous head kissed the belly chain that still girded her tight stomach. His cock reached past her bellybutton. She gulped.
Suddenly, she felt his large hands wrap around her again. She cooed at that, letting her body be manhandled as he maneuvered her around, sliding her forward in his lap and forcing his cock down beneath her. With that, he let her settle into his lap. She gasped, feeling his throbbing heat directly against her pussylips.
She lowered herself completely now as his hands started to slide her against the top of his cock, her clit sliding against his meat in the process. She bit into her lip.
They kissed, softly, but hotly, tongues introduced to the exchange as Nilou's arms once again take their place behind his head.
Less than a few minutes later and Nilou was already feeling her want mount to heights she'd never felt before. Despite the fact that she was still tender from her mind-rending orgasms, a primal need inside her grew with every passing second that she grinded against his cock. She needed to be filled. Not just by his fingers, but the veiny meat that pulsed so lustfully against her hot body.
Their mouths parted now.
"I need you." Nilou suddenly said, breathlessly. His spit made her lips glisten, her green eyes wet tears, a sign of her desperate need. "Please…"
"You sure?" the stranger said, his hands once again directing her as he teased her, lifting her body up. She complied and went on her knees again, gasping as he took a hand to his cock and primed it directly against her moist pussy. "I don't want you to regret anything."
"Are you?" Nilou said, a fire in her eyes that rarely came out. She was throbbing wet for him at this point. Nothing else was on her mind now other than reaching the peaks he'd shown were possible, and she knew that she'd reach even greater highs after taking this to its conclusion. She took his cock with one of her hands, gripping it as she teased her entrance down onto its head. They both hissed as she pushed his crown slightly passed her outer folds. "Are you mmn! …sure you want to be my first?"
The stranger took one of his hands and grabbed the back of her head. His other hand went to her waist, where he pushed her down a bit, forcing his cockhead inside of her. They both groaned in pleasure as her core twitched. Nilou looked down at him, her veil filtering the light behind her.
"I wouldn't miss it for the world."
The hand behind her head shoved her mouth onto his, and she moaned.
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