Date : 25.11.2011

Title : The Hassansins' Secret

Author : ElaineDex

Chapter : 9 of ?

Rating : M

Pairings : Zolm/OC

Warnings : Some Sexual Content, Romance, Angst, Maybe Some Strong Language.

Spoilers : Possible references to Prince of Persia : The Sands of Time.

Disclaimer : I do not own anything to do with the Prince of Persia franchise. This plot and any O/C's are mine.

Summary : (AU) The Hassansins take on a mission that leads to the discovery of a secret from their past, one that could change their futures forever and Zolm finds out that maintaining emotional detachment isn't always quite that easy.

They fell onto Dasmine's bed in a tangle of limbs and half discarded clothes, Zolm kicking off his boots and dragging his headdress off of his head before he all but ripped apart the front ties at Dasmine's breasts and she gasped in surprise, but not fear, a small thrill going through her and she watched Zolm's eyes as they all but glittered as he bared her full breasts to his gaze, their rosy tips peaking and not just from the cool air of the room.

"Beautiful…" he murmured just before his mouth closed over one hardened nub and she arched her back, a soft moan leaving her lips as he pinched at her other nipple with the tips of his fingers. She moved restlessly beneath him, her hands reaching for the belt he wore, her fingers working the buckle until she had it undone and she cast it aside, her hands trying to find a way inside of the layers he wore, wanting to feel his skin.

"Take these off," she said, tugging at the tunic and under shirt he wore and he raised his head from her breast to look at her and she shivered as the cool air hit the wetness that his mouth and tongue had left behind.

Zolm never really bothered to undress when he took a woman, it usually wasn't worth the effort and he abhorred intimacy of any kind…but with Dasmine it felt somehow wrong to stay clothed. He felt curious as to how it would feel to have her small hands roaming over his body, to feel her softness pressed against his hard, unyielding frame and so he moved to quickly rid himself of his remaining garments before returning to Dasmine's side, not at all bothered by the fact that he was now naked whilst she was still more or less still clothed.

Dasmine's breath hitched as Zolm revealed his battle scarred body to her, her eyes travelling over the hard planes of his chest, his strong arms and finally, when she could not resist any longer, she allowed herself a glimpse of his erect manhood and she felt her mouth go dry and an aching need began between her legs as he re-joined her on her bed. She went to him willingly when he reached for her, their mouths meeting in a heated kiss and Zolm groaned against her lips as he began to remove her dress completely, throwing it unheeded to the floor once he had before pulling her closer again and rolling her beneath him.

He nudged her legs apart with one of his knees, insinuating himself between her thighs as she parted them and Dasmine wrapped her arms around his neck, tensing a little as she had no real idea what to expect.

Zolm knew that with any other woman he would have been inside of her by now, no pleasantries, no cajoling or love-play, but he knew that Dasmine was innocent…and she was precious to him in a way that even he could not explain and somehow he managed to hold back his desire, curb the need in him to plunder her softness and take her hard and fast as he longed to, as he needed to…

Dragging his mouth from hers he began to nip at the skin of her neck, shifting his body slightly to press his hardness against her thigh, one hand moving between their bodies to find her soft mound and he had to grit his teeth when his fingers slid along her wet lips. Closing his eyes to concentrate on keeping his restraint in check, he parted her, seeking out the little nub he knew would have her crying out for him.

Dasmine felt a rush of heat go through her when Zolm's hot, hard flesh pressed against her thigh and then another white hot pulse shot to her core when she felt his fingers against her soft folds. Her breath whispered against his ear as she turned her head towards him, her lower body arching as he began a circling motion with his thumb and the most exquisite tingling feeling began deep inside of her.

Raising her hands, she speared her fingers into the back of his dark hair, wanting to kiss him again and she guided his head, turning it until she could press her lips to his, one of her thighs rising of its own volition to rest against his hip.

Zolm kissed her back, his tongue dancing with hers whilst his thumb expertly teased her clit into a hard peak and when she tore her mouth from his, her breath shallow, he smiled knowingly against her shoulder and slid one finger deep inside of her.

Dasmine was on the brink of something wonderful, something amazing, but she wasn't quite sure what that something was until she felt one of Zolm's fingers penetrate her and she cried out throatily as a wave of exquisite tingles washed over her one after the other leaving her feeling relaxed and invigorated all at once.

She smiled up at Zolm as he shifted between her legs and withdrew his finger from inside of her and she let out a small gasp as he put his finger into his mouth as if to taste her, his blue eyes staring intensely into hers as he did so.

Moving his weight onto one arm, Zolm positioned the tip of himself against her wet opening, knowing that she was as ready as she was going to be for her first time and hooking his hand under her other thigh, he raised it to his hip in line with her other and with one sure thrust he joined them, pushing his way through the barrier of her innocence and finally claiming her as his.

Dasmine tensed as she felt the pressure of the large dome of his manhood against her opening and as he thrust against her, making her his, she cried out in a strange mixture of pleasure and pain, her hands going to his shoulders as she was torn between pushing him away and pulling him closer.

Zolm reached for her hands, pinning her wrists to the bed and he stilled his movements for a moment to allow her to adjust. It was like sweet torture though as all he wanted to do was take her hard and fast, feel himself come inside of her, truly make her his…but Dasmine deserved better…he wanted her to enjoy this as much as he.

"The pain will pass," he told her, looking down into eyes that told him of her nervousness. "Do you trust me?" he asked, pleased when she nodded.

"With my life…"

"Then let me show you…" he replied, rolling his hips to slowly pull his body from inside of hers before entering her again and Dasmine forced herself to relax, to feel past the already easing pain to what she felt beneath and slowly she felt able to move with him, her thighs tightening against him and Zolm released one of her wrists to run his hand over the curve of one smooth hip and up the underside of one creamy thigh, pulling her up tighter against him and he moaned as he slipped deeper into her, the warmth of her body holding him tightly, squeezing him, her inner muscles caressing his shaft as he began a steady rhythm against her.

Dasmine moaned as she became more accustomed to the feeling of being so totally filled by Zolm and as the unpleasant ache faded it was replaced by something much more tantalising, something that spoke of more promised pleasure with each stroke of his body inside of hers and suddenly, without warning, she felt the rising tide of tingles again and she cried out sharply as she was swept away again.

With Dasmine's second orgasm still pulsing around him, Zolm could no longer hold back his own desire and he began to thrust more firmly against her, his hands sliding underneath her rounded bottom, his fingers all but biting into her soft flesh as he pulled her up hard against his body, his shaft plunging deeper until he felt his control slip and with short, hot gasps of his own against her shoulder he emptied his life inside of her.

Dasmine clung to Zolm as he lifted her against him, his deep penetration doubling her own pleasure in a way that took her breath and she was able to do nothing but hold onto him as she felt his warm seed rush into her.

Breathing heavily they stayed as they were for the longest moment, Zolm's teeth nipping gently at the soft skin of Dasmine's shoulder as he tried to decide what the most appropriate thing to say to her was. Luckily for him, she spoke first.

"You are a wicked man Zolm…" she whispered and he raised his head to look at her, his brow furrowing in confusion when he saw her lips twitch in a soft smile that clashed with the stern words she had just spoken.

"I…am…?" he half queried and half agreed and she nodded.

"Now that I know what it is like to lie with you…" a blush tinged her cheekbones as she continued, "…I will want you all the more…"

Zolm released a breath of air that was a cross between a low chuckle and a hiss as he realised just how incorrigible the young woman beneath him was, but that that was exactly why he was drawn to her.

"And I am sure that you will have me…" he said, running his hand up from underneath her bottom to cup and tease one full breast before slowly sliding out of her body and moving away from her to reach for his clothes.

Dasmine sat up behind him, watching as he pulled on his black pants then sat on the edge of her bed again to pull on his boots and she shuffled closer and leant her cheek against one shoulder blade, her arms going around his torso.

"Can't you stay here with me?" she asked, already knowing what his answer would be and she pressed a kiss to his spine as she felt one of his hands cover hers where it lay against his abdomen.

"I have things to see to…as do you…"

His tone was kind, but firm and she sighed, silently cursing the time of day, for if it had been night-time he may well have stayed with her.

Moving reluctantly away, she continued to watch him dress, pulling the blanket up to cover herself, not confident enough yet in his presence to flaunt her body before him.

As Zolm dressed, his eyes devoured Dasmine and he was a little disappointed when she reached for the blanket and covered herself – disappointed, yet pleased at the same time, her action telling him how demure and in-experienced she really was beneath her teasing nature.

When he was ready, he rested one knee on the edge of the bed and speared his fingers into the hair at the back of her head and leaning down, he kissed her and she melted into him, her fingers losing their grip on the blanket as she wrapped her arms around him.

Breaking the kiss, Zolm caressed her cheek with his thumb before trailing his hand down to brush his knuckles over one pouting nipple and he grinned as Dasmine shivered.

"Until later…" he said before taking his leave and as he closed her door behind him, she fell back against her pillows and sighed happily.

Zolm was hers and she was his and she was sure that nothing could now ever keep them apart.

OoOoOoOoO

Setam approached the cell door behind which Zarina was kicking up a storm.

"How long am I going to be kept in here this time?" she was yelling. "I haven't even been fed…"

"None of us have…" he muttered under his breath, but he knew better than to even think of disturbing Dasmine whilst Zolm was with her for if his leader did not kill him for the intrusion, then Dasmine would. She had waited far too long for Zolm's attentions and in truth, neither Setam nor any of the men begrudged her or their leader some 'alone time' as they all felt that it was long overdue in any case.

"Keep it down, your Majesty," Setam said as he approached the window to the cell door. He was about to say more when he saw Zarina's eyes shift to something over his right shoulder and he turned to see Zolm.

"Bring her," Zolm said. "It is time we discussed the next phase of our plans…"

OoOo End of Chapter 9 OoOo