A/N: Arabic in italic
Reference of rape situation.
His Desert Flower Ch. 7
Slowly blinking, Dalia found herself caged underneath her husband's arm, tilting her head smirking a bit seeing him still him sound asleep. Moving some of his hair out of his face, Dalia couldn't help but smile, last night was the most amazing thing that she had felt, and she was grateful that they finally got to experience it together.
Letting herself enjoy the moment for a few more minutes, Dalia knew that she needed to clean herself up and get started on their breakfast. Carefully lifting his arm off her body, Dalia gently wiggled herself out from underneath him, moving quickly towards the washing bowl, wanting to cleanse herself.
Glancing down in between her legs, surprised to see how much she bled throughout the night and how his seed changed it from a red to a pinkish color. Exhaling slowly, even though she knew that this was supposed to happen, seeing it and feeling it was something else. The only word that she could describe what she was feeling was tender, placing her hand on herself, flinching a bit at how sore her body still was.
Reaching for the cloth to wash herself, Dalia had to bite her lip from crying out in pain, but she couldn't stop the tear that was sliding down her face. "Ow." She murmured.
Placing the cloth back into the water, wanting to make sure that she was fully cleansed before she started her day, but as she went to reach for it again, a strong hand took ahold of her wrist. Turning her head, surprised to see Ardeth, "I didn't mean to wake you."
The moment she got out of bed his eyes popped open, he caught her disappearing behind the curtain, as he rolled onto his elbow his eyes could see the small bloodstain from him taking her virginity. A smile spread across his face as the memory of her body gripping him, her gasps, and the feeling of their bodies coming undone together. For him, it was the most perfect moment of his life, he just hoped that when she thought back on it, her memories would be filled with pleasant ones.
Rubbing his face, Ardeth got to his feet, his eyes finding his cock covered in her blood and his cum and it was enough to make him hard again. Lifting his eyes as he heard the splashing of water, Ardeth quickly made his way towards his wife, only frowning when he heard her hiss out in pain. Placing his hand on her wrist, Ardeth held her gaze, searching for any sign of her pain, "I do not care that you woke me." Turning her around, he lifted her up placing her on the small table that was there, his cock lightly pushing into her body.
"My flower are you too sore for me?" he asked her. No matter how much he wanted to drive himself into her, he would never want to hurt her.
Dalia gasped as she felt the tip of his cock pushing into her, while she was tender, she could feel her body responding to him, "Never." She breathed out. Lifting her arms to his shoulders, Dalia rocked her hips forward, wanting to feel him inside of her body. As she felt him slowly push himself inside of her body, Dalia couldn't keep her eyes open if she tried, every nerve ending in her body was tingling.
Exhaling slowly as she felt his cock stretch her, while she could feel her body was still a little sore it was a lot easier than the night before and for that she was grateful.
Opening her eyes as she felt him fully seated within her body, Dalia found him staring down his eyes filled with concern. Reaching up to his face, her thumbs rubbing his tattoos, "I am fine, please. I need to feel you." Wanting nothing more than to feel the dam within her body break and for him to fall over that edge with her.
Ardeth gripped the sides of her hips as he slid every inch of his cock into her body, closing his eyes for a moment not wanting to cum before she lost control, but the way her walls were squeezing him, he knew that he wouldn't last long. Tilting his head as he felt her thumbs rubbing his tattoos, opening his eyes he could see her discomfort, but hearing her plead for him was all he needed.
Pulling her body closer to the edge, threading his fingers into her hair, Ardeth tilted her head up so that he could watch her face as he drove his cock deep into her body.
"I do not think I can be as gentle as the night before." He growled out.
Wrapping her legs around his waist, holding him to her body, Dalia placed a small kiss on his lips, "I just need you. Please, husband." Not caring that she sounded like she was begging. For him she would beg, because of how he made her feel so fucking good.
Gripping her hair as he slowly withdrew his cock, hissing as her walls stroked him, glancing down to where they were joined, he could see the shaft of his cock glistening with her juices groaning at the sight. Leaning forward, Ardeth licked the side of her neck, snapping his hips forward as he did so, smiling as the sounds of her screams filled their tent.
"Oh, my little flower, you are going to scream my name." Slamming his lips down on hers, Ardeth set a brutal pace, desperate to feel her walls shaking around him.
Dalia gasped against his lips, her fingers digging into his shoulders, it was the only thing that was keeping her grounded in the moment. Arching her body as best she could, moaning as he drove himself deep into her body, "Ardeth." She breathed out. Rolling her hips but found his fingers gripping them tightly stilling them.
"No little flower, you are going to feel me." He growled out. Placing his hand on her throat, Ardeth pushed her down onto the table, holding her in place, "I can feel you, my flower, your walls are shaking." He breathed out. Slamming his hips into hers, enjoying how the force made her breasts jiggle, "Scream for me." He hissed out, using his thumb to push against her clit, pleased that her body snapped at the sensation.
"Oh God." Gripping the wrist that was around her neck, Dalia could feel the pressure building within her body, but the moment he placed his thumb on her, everything inside of her broke. Screaming out his name, Dalia could see spots before her eyes, shivering as she felt his body release into hers.
Ardeth could feel her juices slowly dripping down his thighs, to him nothing was sexier than feeling her desire on his body. Taking a hold of her thighs, Ardeth pulled her closer to the edge of the table, wanting to drive himself as deep into her body as he could. Closing his eyes, he could feel the tension building in his body, his balls tightening with his release unable to stop her name from rushing out of his mouth. "Dalia." Groaning out at the first rope of cum left his body, hissing as he felt her body milk his cock.
Holding her still, Ardeth slowly drove himself deep into her body, desperate to leave every ounce of his cum inside of her, wondering when his seed would plant inside of her womb. Opening his eyes, he found her beautiful pale blue eyes staring up into his, leaning over her body, Ardeth placed a small kiss on her lips, grunting a bit as he felt her body clenching his cock. "I should feel bad for delaying our day, but I can't seem to find myself doing so."
Sliding her hand into his hair, Dalia placed a small kiss on his lips, "Neither can I, but I'm sure if we don't get started on our day, I fear that the twins will come running in here, and I do not think that Naeema would appreciate this." Nor would she want to have to explain to them what they were doing, for that was something that would be their mother's responsibility when they started to bleed.
Chuckling a bit, Ardeth couldn't help but lift her into his arms, "Let's clean ourselves, and I have plans for us at the market." Placing a kiss on her lips, Ardeth headed towards the copper tub, wanting another reason to hold her so intimately.
Holding her mama's hand, Dalia carefully walked through the market, glancing over her shoulder smiling as she watched Ardeth walking with the twins, laughing as he tried to look serious but failing miserably. Covering her mouth unable to stop herself from laughing as they both jumped onto his shoulders, "Not so easy, is it?" she yelled over her shoulder.
Ardeth shook his head, "My flower, you keep laughing at me, I may have to punish you." Smiling as he watched her face pale a bit. Giving her a quick wink, Ardeth turned his attention towards his nieces, knowing that they rarely got a lot of alone time with him.
Zahra could see the smile all over her daughter's face, grateful that her life with Ardeth was making her so happy, for if him being the Great Chief or not, she would have beat him with a stick if he was mistreating her. Threading her hands with hers, feeling at peace for the first time in days, "Tell me, my sweet girl, are you looking forward to having your own children climb all over him." Smirking a bit as she watched her eyes go wide.
Dalia looked up at her mama, it was in that moment she realized that there was a real chance that she could already be with child, placing a hand on her belly, Dalia couldn't help but smile. Realizing that her mama was standing there waiting for her response, she had to blink to get her brain back on track. "Sorry mama. I got lost in a pleasant thought." Sighing with contentment, "and to answer your question, I look forward to that day."
Placing a small kiss on her cheek, Zahra couldn't wait for the day she got to hold her grandbaby, "You'll be a great mother. Even as a little girl you had a way with children." If Allah was willing, she would be able to help her daughter bring her children into this world.
Snorting, Dalia couldn't help but agree, she always like being around smaller kids, even watching her baby cousins became her favorite pastime. But as she let the memory of her childhood dance in her head, Dalia found herself standing in the middle of the alley at the end of the market, and cold chill running up her spine. Freezing in her spot, she started to look around trying to figure out what was causing her to be so unsettled, but no one was standing out.
Taking a few steps away from her mama, Dalia let her eyes look down the alleyway, that feeling getting more intense with every step. "Mama." She breathed out. Something about this place was so familiar to her, "I've been here before." she said, her voice drifting off.
Zahra watched as her daughter headed deeper into the alleyway, glancing around herself, trying to see something familiar, but nothing looked like it once did. Feeling someone close to her, she found her daughter's husband staring after her.
Ardeth could see the tension in her shoulders, turning towards her mother hoping that she would have answers to why his flower was acting so strangely. "Zahra is she alright?" he asked her, his voice leaving no room for anything but the truth.
Shrugging, "I can't answer that, I've never seen her do this before." Staring after her, she could see that she was staring at a dingy doorway.
Dalia stared at the doorway almost as though she was expecting it to answer her unanswered question, but the longer she stared at it the sadder she got. Wiping the tear that escaped her eye, but as she reached out to touch the doorway, the sound of a child screaming caused her to jump back. Looking around she could see a little boy crying out for his mama, upset that she wasn't picking him up, but it was the sound he was making that triggered her memory.
Snapping her eyes towards the doorway, the image of a blonde woman curled up flashed in her mind. Gasping, Dalia took several steps back but with each step the sounds of her screaming for help, running to people, and finally bringing her mama over to help danced in her mind. Wrapping her arms around herself, Dalia dropped to her knees, tears streaming down her face, her heart breaking at the sudden realization that this was the place that her mother died, in a dirty alleyway. "Oh God." She cried out.
Rushing over to his wife, Ardeth knelt next to her wrapping his arms around her, "Dalia, my flower, please tell me what has you so sad?" he asked her, his voice filled with concern.
Zahra watched as Ardeth attempted to comfort her daughter, but even though her cries started to calm, her tears kept flowing down her face. Kneeling on her other side, Zahra placed her hand on her shoulder, "Dali."
Lifting her head, Dalia knew that she was scaring her mama and probably making her husband think that she was insane. Using her sleeve to wipe some of her tears that trickled down her cheeks, Dalia knew that she needed to answer them. Gripping Ardeth with his hand, she turned towards him, her lips quivering, "This is where my mother died." She whispered out. Looking over her shoulder towards her mama, "This is where you came to help, and saved me from certain death." Frowning at the sound of her voice cracking.
"Oh, my poor baby." Wrapping her arms around her, "Dalia, I'm so sorry, I should have remembered and not lead you this way." Zahra could feel her heart breaking for her little girl. She and Abasi never lied to her about anything, but this was a subject that didn't come up more than twice in her childhood.
Leaning into her arms, Dalia shook her head, "Mama, you didn't do anything wrong." Kissing her cheek, "You and papa saved me that day, and you gave my mother a proper burial, for that I will always be thankful." Looking towards her husband, seeing only concern in her eyes, "If it's alright with you, I'd like to go back to camp." Hoping that he wasn't going to be upset or disappointed with her.
Pulling her up as he stood, Ardeth held her close to his body, "Of course." Lifting her up into his arms, "My beautiful flower, I am so sorry that you are burdened with such a memory." Placing a small kiss on her lips, Ardeth made sure that Naeema had the girls, and that Zahra was with them as they made their way towards their horses.
Leaning back against his chest, Dalia could feel the tension of the day seeping away with the heat of the water and his fingers lightly caressing her thighs. Inhaling deeply, Dalia could still feel a few tears sliding down her face, wiping them away, she could feel Ardeth pulling her closer. "I'm sorry I broke down in the market." She breathed out.
Moving some of her wet hair off her neck, Ardeth placed a small kiss on her shoulder, "You never have to be sorry for showing such emotions. I just wished there was something that I can do to make you feel better." Worried that he was failing her as a husband.
"Holding me is helping." Looking over her shoulder, giving him a small smile, Dalia sighed, "I was only 4 when I lost her." Blinking rapidly, she could see that he was watching her intently, "I don't remember much about how or why we ended up on the streets, but I remember her moving to stand that morning, and she fell back down. I remember being scared, and running up to dozens of people, asking for their help, but no one wanted or was willing help. I remember running straight into my mama's legs, begging for her to help, and her holding me as I watched my mother take her last breath."
Lifting her out of the water, Ardeth quickly wrapped a blanket around her and carefully laid her down on their bed. Pulling her onto his chest, Ardeth held her tightly to his body, "I'm so sorry that your last memory of her was so heartbreaking." Rubbing his thumb against her cheek, "Your mama told me your mother's last wish was to make sure that you were taken care of. So, no matter what caused her to end up in the street she loved you dearly." And to him that made her a great mother in his eyes.
Dalia couldn't help but smile, "Mama told me that when I asked her about her." Lifting her head, smiling a bit as his fingers tugged her hair, "Can you tell me about your mother?" She asked him, curious about the woman that raised him.
Ardeth could only smile, "Before Lock-Nah took her life, she was a great mother, patient, understanding, and even convinced my father to allow Naeema to learn some skills so that she could protect herself." Looking into her eyes, he could see her concern, "Do not worry my flower, leading up to the battle of Ahm Shere, I was able to avenge her death, for Lock-Nah fell under my sword." For which he was thankful for more so than ever, because if Lock-Nah was still breathing Ardeth knew that his flower would be in grave danger.
Placing a small kiss on his chest, Dalia could understand that feeling, for she wanted justice for her papa and while she wanted to raise her suspicions with her husband, it was best for now to keep them to herself. "I'm sorry that you lost her in such a way." she said, yawning a bit as she did. "Sorry, about that."
Lightly tracing her spine, Ardeth could feel the goosebumps on her skin, "Get rest my flower, you've had an emotional couple of days." Placing a small kiss on her temple, smiling as he felt her settling on his chest.
Dalia could feel herself starting to doze off, lifting her hands to wrap around his shoulders, "I love you." She whispered against his chest.
Freezing at her words, Ardeth could feel his heart pounding, looking down at the small woman that was now dozing on his chest, love filling his heart. Moving some of her hair off her face, smiling as she leaned into his touch. "And I love you, my desert flower." Closing his eyes, his last thought he had before sleep took him was knowing that they had a bright future ahead of them.
Rubbing the bridge of Adaj's nose, Dalia couldn't help but sigh in contentment, grateful by the next sunrise her uncle would be leaving with his sect of the Medjai and her mama would be staying with her. Lifting her hand to her ears, Dalia chuckled a bit as the animal leaned into her touch. "Soon, my beautiful girl we will be away from this place and heading towards the Siwa Oasis." She said, her voice filled with excitement.
She remembered seeing it once as a young woman and falling in love with the waters. Perhaps she would teach the twins how to swim, while it wasn't a necessity in the desert, Dalia loved being near water and the girls tended to follow her around.
Feeling Adaj nudge her with her nose, "You are a spoiled brat." Chuckling when she kept pushing until Dalia started to rub her some more. Sighing a bit, Dalia scratched the underside of her neck, "I'm a little sad," she said, "Tonight Ardeth is out in the desert with a few of his warriors hunting, so he won't be back until the early morning hours." It was strange for her; she was so used to him, at least being in the tent now lying in bed with him, that the thought of sleeping alone was a bit depressing.
Looking around, Dalia could see that she was alone near at the corral, everyone else seemed to have head back towards the camp. Shaking her head, she spent a few more minutes with Adaj, she knew that with the sun starting to make its way towards the horizon it would be wise to head back towards camp. With a final pet, she turned on her heels and started the trek towards her home, perhaps lying in his spot she'd be able to get some sleep.
Mostafa watched her from the shadows, he was so close to his goal, but even out by the horses she was barely alone, but he knew that if he was patient, he would get his opportunity. His eyes watched every little movement that she made, even with something as simple as petting an animal she made look so beautiful. Licking his lips at the thought of what she was going to feel like as he drove his cock into her, or how beautiful she would look with her mouth around it, but he knew that would have to wait until he broke her in.
Hearing her say goodbye to the beast, Mostafa moved as quickly as he could, figuring the best thing to do was to come up from behind and tossing her to the ground. He didn't want to hurt her too much, but a little would be necessary, for she would try and fight him off and nothing was going to stop him from having her.
Dalia could see the camp up ahead, grateful that it wasn't too much further because she really wanted to spend a little time with her mama before she bathed and went to get some rest. As she walked along the trail, Dalia could feel the hairs on the back of her neck starting to stand, for a moment fear coursed through her veins but soon that settled as a warm breeze brushed over her skin. She swore that it was her papa and that he was telling her that she was going to be OK.
Hearing a slight noise behind her, Dalia turned only to find herself being shoved to the ground, grunting a bit as she hit the dirt hard. Not wanting to be in such a vulnerable position, she quickly rolled to her knees, hissing as she found her 'uncle' standing over her, his hand on his belt. In that moment she knew what he was trying to do, take what did not belong to him, and she'd rather die than feel that man inside of her body. Lifting her fist as quickly as she could, connecting with his dick which caused him to bend over, swinging with her other fist connecting with his nose smiling when he hit the ground.
Mostafa did not expect her to hit him so hard, nor did he expect her to be able to get him to the ground, moving to right himself, he found her foot connecting with his cock, screaming out at the pain radiating from his balls. "YOU BITCH!" he screamed.
He could see that she was about to hit him again, kicking out his leg, pleased that he connected against her hip, which had her stumbling back. Righting himself on his feet, Mostafa needed to take several deep breaths to regain his composure, but as his breathing slowed, he could see Dalia facing him, ready to fight. "Dalia, I do not want to hurt you, but I will, and you will be mine regardless." He said, hoping to end this before she was seriously injured.
"The only way you are ever going to fuck me is if I'm dead." Sticking out her chin, "You are a coward, not worthy of the mantle you stole from my papa."
Stepping towards her, Mostafa could feel his hands twitching to wrap around her throat, but as he stepped again, he frowned that she didn't even have the decency to appear afraid of him. "Do you think you can take me?" he yelled out. "If you continue to make this harder on yourself, I will kill your husband the way I killed my useless brother." He growled out.
Not wanting to engage with him, Dalia launched herself at him, her knee connecting with his stomach, her elbow smashing his nose, pleased to see that she broke it. However, as she went to bring her fist down against his face a second time, she felt the back of his hand connecting against her bottom lip. Stumbling back, Dalia watched in slow motion as his fist connected with her cheek, seeing his other hand coming around to connect with her ribs, Dalia stepped into his space wrapping her arm around the one that was about to hit her hoping to prevent her ribs from breaking.
Losing momentum in his hit, Mostafa changed tactics, wrapping his free hand around her throat, squeezing it as tightly as he could. Lifting her off the ground, he backhanded her again, pleased to see the blood slowly dripping from her nose and lip. "Did you honestly think you could fight me?" he taunted.
Gripping his hand, Dalia clawed at his skin, but the harder she clawed the tighter he squeezed. Gasping for air, she knew if he was able to cause her to black out, he would be able to do whatever he wanted to her, and she would rather drive a knife through her heart before she allowed him inside of her. Glancing down at his face, Dalia could barely see him behind the dark spots that were filling her vision, panic filled her soul, in a last-ditch effort to save herself she kicked out, pleased that she felt her foot connect with his already broken nose.
Mostafa screamed out as her foot hit his face for the third time, dropping her to the ground as he was unable to hold her up as the pain radiated in his skull. Using both his hands to hold his nose, screaming as he snapped the bone back into place. Looking at his blood-soaked hands, he knew that no one was worth all this fucking trouble, reaching for his sword, if he could not take her as his, he would take her from Ardeth and her fucking mother.
Coughing to get air back into her lungs, Dalia rolled onto her knees, not wanting for him to be able to jump on her, for she wasn't sure if she'd be able to buck him off before he entered her body. Seeing movement, Dalia scrambled to her feet, her hand holding her throat, hissing at how tender it was. Her eyes finding his fingers wrapped around the hilt of his sword, swallowing her fear, Dalia hated the thought of dying but death was far better than living with the memory of him inside of her body.
Pulling out his sword, Mostafa watched as she steadied herself, "Just like your father, brave to the end." Smirking as he saw her anger dance in her eyes, "I killed him, and now you little bitch, I will kill you, and perhaps fuck your corpse, and leave your defiled body in your tent for you husband to find."
Sticking out her chin, there was nothing left for her to say for he was going to do whatever he wanted once she was dead. She could feel a tear threatening to fall, but perhaps it was by sheer will that she was able to keep herself from falling apart.
Anger filled him, how dare she does not beg for his mercy, no one ever got away with insulting him and he knew that she would never break. Lifting his sword above his head, Mostafa brought it down ready to cleave her head from her body, but before he made contact, he felt himself being hit from the side, and the pain of a knife pressing against his throat. Turning his eyes, he found Ardeth's youngest commander holding him down, "She…."
"YOU SPEAK AGAIN, I WILL CUT YOUR TONGUE FROM YOUR MOUTH!" Omar hissed out.
Dalia covered her mouth as she watched the men lead him away, but her eyes never left Omar, "Thank you." She breathed out.
Nodding, Omar could see the bruising on her neck, face, and the blood dripping from her nose. "Come, you need to be seen by Mira."
Wrapping her arms around herself, Dalia allowed him to lead her towards the healer's tent, "Why were you out here?" she asked him. Not that she was complaining, he saved her life and possibly prevented her soul from being destroyed.
"The Great Chief told me to keep an eye on him," his eyes pleased to see that they were bringing him to a holding tent, knowing that he would be tied to the post, until Ardeth got back. "I lost track of him after dinner, but I figured if I found you, he'd show." Stopping in front of the tent, he could see the people looking at her with concern in their eyes, "I'm sorry that I was not quicker in finding him." He said as his eyes took in the bruising.
Letting out a shaky breath, Dalia lightly touched his shoulders, squeezing him gently. "Omar, you saved me from something far worse than death and for that I will always be thankful." Stepping towards Mira, "Please, do not worry." Shutting the curtain, she could see the concerns in the old woman's eyes, stripping down, knowing that she would need to see if he touched her, Dalia laid down, her eyes never leaving the roof of the tent.
Slowly braiding Dalia's hair, Zahra could feel tears rolling down her face, she always knew that Mostafa was a little touched in the head when it came to her, but to attempt to rape the wife of the Great Chief, that was insane. Letting her eyes take in the bruising on her neck, she carefully put the salve Mira made to help with her healing, "Dalia, do you mind if I put your medicine on you?" she asked, not knowing how she would respond to touching.
Looking over her shoulder, Dalia could see that her mama was worried, giving her a small smile, "Mama, I'm fine. Both mentally and physically. I was able to fight him off long enough for Omar to help." Reaching over to pat her hand, "Papa was with me the entire time."
Exhaling slowly, Zahra couldn't stop the tears that were now flowing down her face, wiping them off with her sleeve, Zahra cleared her throat and started to place the salve on her neck. "In the beginning I hated the idea of him teaching you how to fight, for it was not common for a woman to know such things, but he argued and won. I am glad that I was wrong."
Closing the lid on the medicine, she placed a small kiss on her shoulder. "Promise me, that if you are blessed with a daughter, you'll make sure that she knows this too." Not wanting her to fall victim to a coward's attack.
Dalia couldn't help but smile, scooting back a bit, she placed her head on her lap, needing the comfort only a mother could give to a child. "If I am blessed with a daughter, I make sure of it." Sighing a bit as she felt her mama stroke her hair, "By the time my husband gets home, Mostafa will be held in front of the council, he will not be able to escape justice." And for that reason alone, every bruise that was on her body was worth it.
Situating herself, Zahra wrapped her arms around her daughter, pulling her into her chest, "I am grateful that he will not get away with what he did to you or your father, but I would have preferred you not getting hurt for such a thing to happen."
Yawning, Dalia snuggled into her mama's arms, "A sacrifice I would make a million times." Closing her eyes, she held her mama tightly, thankful that she agreed to stay with her until Ardeth got back from the hunt.
Zahra pulled her close, enjoying having her in her arms again, placing a small kiss on her forehead, she let herself drift off to sleep, knowing that in the morning justice for her husband would be met with a sword.
Omar watched as the sun peaked over the horizon, waiting on the outskirts of the camp, knowing that he would be seeing Ardeth and the rest of his warriors soon enough. Rolling his neck, he knew how the man felt about his wife, and the fact that the moment he was gone she was attacked and almost raped, that alone was going to make him murderous.
Not that he would blame him, Dalia was a beautiful woman, kind, and obviously she was a fighter. It was the kind of woman he would have loved to have married, but while his intended didn't meet all of those things, she was a good woman, and she treated him well.
Hearing horses, Omar lifted his eyes, exhaling slowly as he saw the outline of the group coming into focus, swallowing some spit, he squared back his shoulders, and waited for his Chief to dismount his horse. And whatever God Mostafa believed in, he should be praying to, because he was certain that Ardeth would not make his death pleasant by any means.