She wanted to weep unsure if from joy or anguish, but her body would not co-operate, only yielding to his hardness and the intimate stimulation that was all encompassing, building again with his every stoke. Her restraints didn’t give and the muscular man atop her was singular in his intent. His steady pace started to quicken as she instinctively knew the moment would soon arrive where she could take no more. Her orgasm arrived as every nerve in her body sung with rapture and she felt her body contract around his member. Seconds later he tightened his grasp and grunted loudly as he held fast and deep into her body. She knew no words to describe this overpowering joy saturating her being. She thought she felt a warm throbbing, but she didn’t know or cared if it emanated from her or him.
He fell atop her, sweating and panting profusely, but still firmly ensconced within her. It felt like an eternity until he slowly withdrew himself from her as she felt both relief and absence with the ending of their coupling. He released the bindings from her legs and she pulled them together, feeling a sopping wetness between them. She realised that their coupling was finally now over. The white robe she still wore was damp and fluids leaked uncontrollably from her, pooling onto the pristine fabric. The Khan said no more her, he just lay on his back as he recovered his breath then quickly falling asleep. Her blissful high faded to the background of her addled mind as she too quickly slipped towards unconsciousness.
She awoke the following morning and everything was harsh and cold. The Khan was gone and the tent’s fire had burnt out. Her body was cold and numb where the white robe had left her exposed. The fat servant woman was untying her wrist from the bed. She was felt shame despite her grogginess, her head throbbed, and she found she was in no state to do anything but follow her back to the small room with the cot in it. Her limbs were raw from the restraints and fluids dripped down the inside of her thigh. She spent the day recovering, mostly sleeping, sipping only a little water and consuming the small amount of food as she could stomach. She woke again in the afternoon with the old lady standing above her speaking the words “The Khan was well pleased with you. He will be with you again tonight and favour you until you are with child. You will give him many sons”.
She now knew her life’s fate. She had been claimed as property of the Khan and was to be his broodmare, to be bred as he pleased and to bear his progeny. She looked down at the now stained white robe, the thighs covered with red smudges of blood and other blots. She understood matchmaker words of how she was no longer ‘pure as snow’. With tears she mourned at the loss of her family and lamented old life, but at back of her mind she couldn’t deny a craving to re-experience the ecstasy of the previous night’s coupling with the Khan.
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