The Sorceress of Belmair (27 page)

He was trembling like a maid, for she was the most exciting woman he had ever known. He thrust farther and farther and farther.

“I want it all!”
Cinnia suddenly cried.
“Give me all of your great cock!”

With a half cry, half groan, Ahura Mazda drove himself into her as far as he could, and her legs wrapped themselves about him so that he might imbed himself to the hilt of his cock. “There, you adorable sorceress!” he hissed at her. “You have it all!”

Sorceress
. The world tore at her memory, but she could not quite remember. And she didn’t want to at this point. She felt him within her. “Now, my lord,” she murmured against his mouth. “Give me your lust! All of it! Hard and deep! Hard and deep!” Her nails clawed down his back. “Give me pleasures!
Give them to me!
” she demanded of him. “Hard and deep! Hard and deep!”

He began to ride her fiercely, and to his delight her own lusts rose up and threatened to overcome his. He drove himself into her as she had demanded of him. Hard and deep! Hard and deep! She screamed beneath him as he pounded against her, encouraging him onward until he felt his manhood growing tighter and tighter, and finally unable to help himself he exploded his juices into her; his big body jerking with ferocious spasms as he emptied his lust into her.

But Cinnia had not had pleasures. She was burning with her lust, and wept, cursing him for a weakling as he lay spent against her. “How could you take your pleasure when you gave me none?” she sobbed, her tone disappointed and angry.

Ahura Mazda was confused and upset by her accusations. “I rode you hard,” he protested. “Harder than I have ever ridden any.”

“You gave me no pleasures. You only took them for yourself,” she told him.

“Leave me if you can do no better, my lord. I am disappointed, and need soothing.”

“I must rest,” he protested to her.

“Nay! If you have magic then make yourself hard again, and give me the pleasures you denied me while you so selfishly took those pleasures for yourself alone,” Cinnia said, weeping with her need.

He arose from the bed, and going to a cabinet, opened it, taking out a decanter of yellow-green liquid. He took down from the cabinet’s shelf a small marble jar, and lifted the lid from it. Reaching for a crystal goblet from the same shelf he scooped a spoonful of bloodred powder from the jar into the goblet, pouring in the yellow-green liquid from the decanter atop it. The mixture bubbled, boiled and foamed within the crystal. Then the mixture calmed, becoming as clear as the glass it was in. Ahura Mazda drank it quickly down, and when he turned back to the bed to join her, his manhood was enormous once again. “I can only do this once of an evening,” he warned her. Then without further ado he mounted her, thrusting himself deep into her.

“Ohhh, yes! That feels so good, my lord,” she told him. “Now fuck me harder and deeper than you did before. I will have my pleasures of you this night!”

And once more he began to use her, but though he rode her hard again, though she met every powerful push of his cock with an equally excited thrust of her loins, though she screamed with delight at his enthusiastic efforts and raked his back with her nails, Cinnia obtained only the barest of pleasures as he emptied his love juices a second time. And Ahura Mazda knew it as he rolled exhausted off her lush body. He was shocked by her reaction to his great efforts. Why had he not been able to give her incredible pleasures as he gave to the other women who were his wives?

He might have blamed Cinnia for being a cold woman, but he knew better. He had stood invisible within her castle bedchamber, and watched as she made love with Belmair’s young king. The passion between them was incredible with its golden light and its crackling lightning. There was never any doubt in his mind that she was receiving the greatest of pleasures from Dillon. Why had she not received them from him? Ahura Mazda asked himself. He had never performed better with a woman. Perhaps the magical Lotus flower, whose scent had stolen her memory briefly, had something to do with it. But without it he had not been able to get near her, for she had shape-shifted the moment he entered the bedchamber.

She had been delightfully wanton with him, but she had obtained naught from him. Ahura Mazda decided to spend the entire night in Cinnia’s bed. When the effects of the Lotus wore off, and she saw where she was and what he was doing with her, perhaps she would give in to him. Mayhap then he could give her the pleasures she deserved. He heard her weeping softly, and gathered her into his muscled arms.

“I will find a way to give you pleasures, my precious,” he promised her. “Now rest so we may begin again.”

Together they slept for several hours, and then after several hours Cinnia awoke, and the Yafir lord began to make love to her once more. He caressed her breasts, noting that she was less excessively lewd with him this time. He covered her face with kisses, and stroked her lovely body with a tender hand. And when he was fully aroused once more he put her beneath him. Slowly, slowly, he entered her wet sheath. His thrusts gentle at first grew fiercer with each passing moment. She moaned with her rising excitement, and he knew that this time he would give her what she wanted. What she needed. He thrust harder and deeper with each stroke of his huge cock.

Beneath him Cinnia reveled in the hard length probing her, thrilling her, and she felt the beginning of pleasures as they swiftly rose up to claim her in a blaze of fury. “Ohh! Ohh! Ohh!” She gasped as she reached the peak of the mountain. And then she was overwhelmed by the sweetness and the fire. She bathed in it, swam in it, and then as suddenly as it had overtaken her it began to melt away even as she struggled to maintain it. She was falling into a deep whirlpool. “Dillon!” she cried out. As her heartbeat began to slow she opened her eyes to find Ahura Mazda still buried within her, a smile of pure triumph upon his handsome face.

She began to scream, and he put a hand over her mouth as he rode her fiercely to his own finish. Cinnia bit at the hand stifling her. She tasted his blood in her mouth, but he did not release her until he had completed himself.
“How have you managed to do this to me?”
Cinnia gasped, sobbing, as he released her. She was horrified to find herself naked, her hair in disarray and the Yafir lord by her side.

“I told you, Cinnia. You belong to me. Did you think I was going to wait forever for you? I have spent the night in your bed, using you well, and you are, I am pleased to tell you, a most passionate woman.” He pulled her into his arms, fondling her breast.

She struggled against him, hitting him with her fists, trying to claw at his beautiful eyes. “Monster! Seducer! You have spoiled me for my husband! I will never forgive you, Ahura Mazda!
Never!
”

“Aye, I have spoiled you for the young king of Belmair, Cinnia. Do you think a high lord with his impressive bloodlines will want back a wife soiled by a Yafir?” he taunted her. “Would you like to know how many times I have fucked you?” He turned his back to her. “Do you see the marks of your extraordinary passion upon me, Cinnia? You took me into your body eagerly, and never have I ridden a female harder than I have ridden you in these last hours. You cannot go back now.
You belong to me!
Accept the truth of my words, my precious.”

Cinnia wept helplessly. She was surely ruined now for Dillon. Even though he loved her, the king of Belmair could never accept back as his queen a woman who had been used by another man. Especially a Yafir lord. A creature even despised by his own magical world. It would dishonor him. Dishonor Belmair. A feeling of utter despair overcame her. To never go home again. To never speak with Nidhug. It was more than she could bear, Cinnia considered.

“Come, my precious beauty,” Ahura Mazda said to her. “Do not weep so bitterly. You think your life over, but I tell you it has only just begun, Cinnia. Yafirdom is a safe place. My castle has everything in it you could possibly want. You will have pleasant companions in my other five wives. All came from Belmair, and like you were frightened when they first arrived. Now they are happy and content in my love and in the plenty that they have. Each has given me sons. But you, my precious, give me a daughter, and I will make you my queen. And one day we will return to Belmair. Sooner, my precious, than later, for the Belmairans grow older, and there are few children born to them anymore. There is no hope for them, and when he realizes it, Dillon of the Shadows will return to his own world.” He caressed her dark head. “You will forget, my precious. With my love and my passion to sustain you, you will forget all but your life with me,” Ahura Mazda told the weeping woman in his arms.

Then he began to kiss and lick the tears from her face while Cinnia lay weak with her helplessness. When he mounted her again and pushed his cock deep inside her, she did not object. What was the use of protesting now? She lay quietly beneath him as he used her. But he would not permit her to resist him. He kissed her, caressed her and used his manhood within her so skillfully that Cinnia was no longer able to withstand his blandishments.

“Say you are mine,” he whispered in her ear.

“No!” she sobbed.

He laughed softly. “Say it, or I shall not give you release.” His cock plunged hungrily within her, keeping just short of her desires. “Say it, my precious!” he growled.

He drove deeper and harder.
“Say it!”
His mouth tugged upon her nipple.

She was going to explode, Cinnia thought dizzily. Her body ached with its need for pleasures, for release. But if she said it there was no going back. She sobbed. There was no going back anyway. “I am yours,” she told Ahura Mazda. Almost instantly she was drowning in pleasures, colors bursting around her, her head spinning, her heart hammering wildly as he met her needs and brought her to fulfillment.

“Aye, you are mine!” he told her triumphantly. “You have been since the moment of your birth when I marked you as such, Cinnia.” He kissed her hard. “I will love you, my precious. I will love you forever!” And then the proof of his words flooded her, and Cinnia wondered if she would give him the daughter he wanted one day.

She fell into a deep sleep, and when she finally awoke again she was alone in her bed. Cinnia began to weep again. She struggled to remember everything that had happened. The last thing she recalled before awakening earlier had been Arlais coming in with a beautiful white flower, and sticking it beneath her nose to smell. After that it was all a blank. It did not take a great deal of thought to realize that the flower had been enchanted. But what had happened in those hours she could not remember? Ahura Mazda said he had made love to her many times. She was sore enough to suspect that he was neither lying nor bragging to her.

The flower’s scent, which she had breathed in, must have dulled her memory so that she permitted him to have his way with her. Cinnia shook her head sadly. No one could say that she had not fought to keep the Yafir lord from having his way. She had held him at bay for several days by shape-shifting into the persona of the tiny flea. Why had she been so foolish as to smell that white flower? But the truth was that Arlais was hardly a threatening figure. It just hadn’t occurred to Cinnia that the flower would be magic. She could not remember anything like that in Belmair.

The door to her bedchamber opened, and five women trooped into the room led by Arlais. “Come, Cinnia, dearest, ’tis time for the baths. We go together at the same time each day. We are all Ahura Mazda’s wives. You have met Minau, of course. This is Volupia.” Arlais drew forward a tall girl with red hair and eyes like black cherries. “And this is Orea.” Orea had dark gold hair, and brown eyes. “And Tyne.” This last girl had rich chestnut-brown hair and lovely gray eyes.

“He has used you well, I can see,” Volupia said. “Good! Now perhaps he will be content with the rest of us. He has been eager for your arrival for months now.”

“I don’t want to be here,” Cinnia said to them.

“Of course you don’t,” Orea said. “None of us did at first. And then we realized there was no going back, and that our husband was kind and loving. We are fortunate. Not all of the Yafir have so even a temper as Ahura Mazda. Some we have seen are downright mean. My sister, who was stolen when I was, has a husband who beats her.”

“I have a husband,” Cinnia said softly. “Dillon, king of Belmair. He is handsome and kind, and I love him with all my heart.”

“Put him from your memory,” Tyne told her. “He will never take you back now that you have lain with a Yafir. You are now the wife of Yafirdom’s most powerful lord. You are very fortunate that you were not put in the Mating Market.”

“Tyne, do not frighten, Cinnia,” Arlais scolded gently.

“What is the Mating Market?” Cinnia wanted to know.

“Our husband has told you how each female infant born in Belmair is marked by a Yafir male for possible harvesting one day. Girls who are claimed by their husbands have six months in which to prove fertile. If they do not, and their husbands choose to do so, they are brought to the Mating Market. There they are chosen by another single Yafir male who mates with them regularly for three months. If they become with child then the Yafir takes the woman for his wife. If she does not then she is mated by another and another and another until she has a child. When she reaches the end of her breeding cycle and is no longer fertile, she is returned to Belmair. That only happens rarely. It is every Yafir man’s duty to produce children else the race die,” Tyne said primly.

“Our good lord has given all of us children,” Volupia noted. “I have two sons. Arlais has three. Minau, two. Tyne and Orea have one each, and are both with child again as you can see. Alas, none of us has produced the desired daughters. It is to be hoped that you will do that for him.”

“We can chatter in the baths, Sisters,” Arlais said. Walking to the bed, she took Cinnia by the hand. “Come along now, dearest. A wash, a soak in the tub and a massage will make you feel ever so much better.” She kissed Cinnia upon her cheek. “You’ve been weeping, and you must not. You will be very happy here, I promise you.”