The room was silent

Chapter 5

Xanir's breath hitched briefly, and then a hand lifted from the bed and his fingers tugged at the blindfold where it had slipped and dug into her eye - she had all but forgotten about it, the stretched, sated sensation penetrating deep between her thighs obliterating all else. Then his fingers moved to the knot and he carefully unwrapped the binding. As she blinked her eyes open, she swallowed at the sight of the lean, powerful body of the man looming over her, inside her, the muscles of his upper arms tensed to hold him poised above her. His intoxicating musk surrounded her. His chest was heavily scarred, white puckered lines ripping over the muscles, and her eyes traced wonderingly over the toned lines, tight belly and hard thighs, down between them.

She stopped and blushed, and quickly looked up into his face, but his gaze had followed hers and was fixed at the juncture of her thighs, where his body hair mingled with hers, and the shimmer of her juices coated them together. She felt a heavy throb run through the member buried within her, and the glitter in his eyes made her blush more fiercely as he glanced back at her face. She closed her eyes again. He softly began to rock his cock within her tight, molten pussy, slowly, gently stretching her as she murmured and turned her head, reaching for him, reaching for something. She arched and whimpered, trying to drive him faster, meeting his slow rhythm with urgent, untutored thrusts of her pelvis.

He gently pressed into her as she writhed, urging him with more and more fervour to a faster pace, then suddenly he stilled, sat back, and lifted her legs. Alanna felt him arrange them around his hips, her ankles crossed above his buttocks, before he abruptly leaned forwards again and began to thrust hard, each penetration bouncing her on the bed, causing her to gasp and lift her hips enthusiastically to his rhythm. She opened her eyes as he continued to pound her and saw him gazing at her breasts, watching them bounce as he quickened his pace, the gleam in his eyes sharpening.

She moaned and turned her head, burning with the feeling of his hard cock thrusting, thrusting into her, the knot in her belly tightening with each forceful penetration, then suddenly she froze in astonishment, her small hands coming down to grasp his wrists on either side of her head.

There were other men in the room.

Alanna moaned again, closing her eyes against the Tahl's pounding, feeling the knot in her belly tighten and twist as he thrust into her relentlessly, again and again.

Glazed, her eyes fluttered open again. The vizier, and some other nobleman, were standing silent, still as statues at the foot of the dais, two metres back from the bed, watching with seeming disinterest as their Tahl thrust hard into his latest bride-elect. The red tinge along their cheekbones and the glitter in their eyes belied lack of arousal, however, for all their stillness.

Xanir quickened his pace further as he saw the girl's realisation, and watched with satisfaction as her lids closed again on a moan, her grasp on his wrists tightening with the tightening sensation in her belly. She twisted against him, uncaring of her audience, arching her back from the bed and thrusting her breasts towards him. He thrust more swiftly, savouring the exquisite friction of her tight, wet passage yielding to his hard cock with each penetration, the tingling at the base of his spine intensifying as he pounded her, watching her breasts rise to his hard rhythm.

The knot in Alanna's belly was so tight she thought she would burst, or scream, and he was pounding against it relentlessly. He ground against her clit with each thrust, and she could feel the low moan building in her throat. A swift glance told her that there were two men on the other side of the bed also, watching with gleaming eyes as she arched her breasts up to their Tahl and pleaded with him huskily. She didn't care about anything except the thrusting cock in her body, and her eyes were open but she was unaware of the men watching, blind as she raised herself to each rough penetration with moaning pants, voice cut off to only grunting gasps as he continued to pound her.

Her fingers dug sharply into his wrists as the knot in her belly burst, and her body shuddered beneath him as she screamed out a long cry. She ground her hips hard against their juncture, feet pressing into his buttocks in an attempt to hold him in, hold him still as the sensations rocked her. Xanir stopped thrusting, panting lightly with his eyes nearly shut as he watched her beneath him, writhing up against him, his whole being concentrated on the exquisite sensation of her orgasming passage massaging around his hard member. He groaned with the sensation, closing his eyes fully as he dropped all control and began to pound without mercy.

Alanna couldn't bear it, she was strung out, suspended on a mixture of pleasure and aching, rising tension and he wouldn't stop, wouldn't let her come down. Her voice rose as she tightened and came again, begging him to stop, begging him to continue, begging, as he pounded on, lunging hips thrusting her up the bed, relentless, and the knot began to build again. She writhed and felt her head fall over the edge of the bed, hair dropping to the floor and her eyes opened, glazed, to see the young noble before her watching with parted lips, fists clenched, his panting timed with the pounding thrusts of the Tahl.

Xanir shifted his weight abruptly, rearing to grasp her breasts in both hands, squeezing the plump, firm flesh to ooze out between his fingers, arms and back straight. Alanna cried out, fire shooting from her sensitised breasts to her belly, rippling through her loins as she climaxed again, drenching his cock in a further deluge of her juices. He stiffened over her, a low, growling roar growing more forceful with each ramming slam into her before he threw back his head, a howling cry erupting from his throat as he bucked, took a few last intense thrusts, and stilled, grinding his fully-embedded cock against her, eyes shut, as he shot spurt after spurt of his hot sperm up into her belly, milked by her convulsing pussy. As the last drops were massaged from his softening member, Xanir sighed a long sigh of satisfied release and relaxed down onto her.

The room was silent except for the harsh, heavy breaths of the man crushing her to the bed. Her ears ringing with the pounding of her cooling blood, Alanna noticed distant, faint sounds of the city creeping inside the heavy floor-to-ceiling shutters in the far corner of the large, shaded chamber.

Her cheeks were glowing red. Her head was hanging off the end of the bed, hair brushing the ornate, colourful covering on the floor. She kept her eyes screwed tightly shut, trying to regulate her breathing, trying to throttle back the singing blood pelting joyously through her veins. Her skin everywhere was glowing with vibrant delight, excruciatingly alert to each brush of warm air.

Her mind couldn't compass - what had just happened?

A light tremor crept under her skin.

The dead weight lying atop her abruptly rolled away, and air chilled the sweat sheen on her exposed breasts, belly and thighs. Xanir slid off the side of the bed and landed lightly on the balls of his feet, making some heartfelt remark that was met with muted laughter from the four other men in the room, and a murmured comment from the one beyond the foot of the bed.

The other four men.

Blood crashed a fresh wave across Alanna's fair skin, and she jerked over onto her face, trying to smother herself in the deep mattress, hands either side of her burning cheeks, pressing them together. She forced back the sob that rose in her throat, gritting her teeth against her hoarse breathing.

She couldn't believe she had been so wanton. What happened?

Cold and hot flushes were darting across her limbs, the shiver increasing, when some silken, stiff material covered her from the neck down. Calm hands lifted her motionless body and rolled her, folding and wrapping the clean fabric around her under her arms, tucking it in across her breasts. She flinched and her eyes flashed open as that hand folded the cloth inside, sliding across her excruciatingly sensitive flesh. Xanir's dark eyes were looking down into hers, a hint of amusement in their depths. Beyond his shoulder, one of his lords was visible, standing looking firmly at his own feet.