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Shrivastava
Part 2 - Possession
Nehra retraced
Dremma’s path through a ventilation duct. When he emerged from the
dusty shaft he found himself in a large complex inhabited by
hundreds of concubines. The area is vast featuring luxurious sitting
and sleeping areas, recreation areas to include wading pools,
bathing pools, and a lush open-air garden.
Nehra’s new
acquaintance, Dremma, is a pleasant young boy. Dremma has shoulder
wavy lavender hair, slender pointed ears, and fair gray skin
accompanied by languid crimson eyes. Nehra notes that the youngster
has no horns. He is quite sure by his age they would be peeking out
from his crown of curly hair.
“Your horns?”
Nehra asked.
Dremma regarded
Nehra guardedly. “Yes?” He replied coolly. Dremma was accustomed to
the teasing, but remained anxious about his differences. Dremma
scowled and looked away.
Nehra realized
he’d broached a tender subject. “I’m sorry.”
“No it’s all
right.” Dremma sighed solemnly. “I don’t have horns. This is true.”
Dremma parted his wavy hair a moment. “See. No horns. I have never
met another like myself.”
Nehra paused in
thought a moment. “Do you remember your family?”
Dremma shook his
head regretfully. “My first memories are of this place.”
Nehra mouthed a
silent ‘O’.
Nehra is still
quite timid and he clings to Dremma’s side weary of his situation.
“What if she finds
me here?”
Dremma shook his
head. “I don’t think you’ll have to worry about that.”
Nehra spirits
lifted. “How come?”
Dremma smiled.
“I’ve lived here my whole life and I’ve never even seen the Queen!
Besides, the only visitor we get is our caretaker Ki’tauq. Oh, and
the occasional new arrival like yourself.”
“Who is Ki’tauq”
Nehra inquired.
“Ki’tauq is a
havoc demon.”
Dremma noted the
sincere look of horror on Nehra’s face. Dremma waved his hands
hastily. “Don’t worry about her. Ki’tauq has watched over
this harem for – I don’t know forever. She took care of me when I
was an infant. She’s never treated me badly. She brings us sweets
sometimes. When we’re not stealing them, that is.” Dremma grinned
mischievously.
Dremma is
delighted to have someone that looks up to him. He enthusiastically
takes Nehra under his wing and introduces him to harem life. Nehra
discovers that the harem is mostly populated by concubines of his
age with a few exceptions. Many of the harem inhabitants are gifted
dasa courtesans and claim seniority over the other less
knowledgeable youths. Dremma is on the lower rung of the social
ladder, but he has a few friends who look after him.
Nehra sat across
from Dremma, a platter of fruit and cheeses between them, as the dim
light of the noontime sun spilled in to the lush gardens of the
harem compound. The boys were finishing their breakfast when a
shadow crept across the ground. Nehra looked up in to the smiling
face of a curvaceous gorgoness with golden colored hair. With her
hands on her hips she shot a glance in Dremma’s direction. “Who’s
your new friend, Dremma?” She regarded Nehra with an amusing
expression. “You weren’t going to keep him all to your self, were
you?”
Dremma grinned.
“No, not I. Nehrashti,” Dremma swept his arms out in greeting. “This
is Oriana. Oriana this is Nehrashti.”
Oriana sat down
and offered her hand to Nehra. He demurred, glancing searchingly
towards Dremma. He was apparently unaware of some gesture of
welcome. Oriana giggled and grabbed Nehra’s hand.
“When a lady
offers her hand, silly,” She turned Nehra’s palm up and set her hand
in his. “You must take it and brush your lips upon her knuckles.”
Dremma chewed
contentedly on a piece of bread, nodding in agreement.
“Well, go ahead.”
She insisted.
Nehra hesitated
then, gingerly brushed his lips upon her knuckles. Oriana cocked her
head and smiled.
“That wasn’t so
hard. It is a pleasure to meet you Master Nehrashti.”
Nehra grinned
nervously and Dremma chuckled to himself.
“Don’t worry,”
Dremma said. “You’ll get used to that. Oriana is dasa. But not like
the others you see swaggering about with their noses in the air.”
Oriana pursed her
lips, feigning disgust. “Oh, yes…I am not at all like those
braggarts. I still have a mind of my own. I like to make friends not
enemies.” Oriana winked at Nehra and laughed whimsically.
Nehra found he was
quite charmed by Oriana’s jubilant persona. She made him feel
welcome.
“So where did you
come from?” Oriana asked.
Nehra paused.
“Well, I…” He began.
“He survived
Hahtra’s private hoard.” Dremma interjected. Oriana’s smiling eyes
softened.
“I see.” She said.
“I managed to get
away.” Nehra added.
Dremma stretched
out on his side, propping his head on his hand. “I told him he was
safe. She never comes here.”
Oriana nodded
thoughtfully. “Yes,” she reached out and touched Nehra’s arm. “We’ll
take care of you. You needn’t worry about that.” Oriana then heard
her name called from the other side of the garden.
She rose up and
dusted off her backside. “I leave you young gentlemen to your
breakfast. I must be off!” She waved at them merrily and strolled
out of the dappled shade in to the sunlight.
“Oriana cared for
me when I arrived.” Dremma mentioned. “I was very small when I came
here. She said I was half starved and bruised from my transport. It
was Ki’tauq who spared me the servants’ life in the palace beyond.”
Dremma would often talk about his past, but Nehra can sense there
was pain in those memories.
Dremma has claimed
a small corner of the harem as his quarters. The cozy spot is away
from the bustle of the central harem and peacefully quiet in the
evenings. Nehra quickly learns that certain freedoms are readily
offered in the confines of the harem proper. Exploring the harem on
his own Nehra stumbles upon many couples sometimes throngs of harem
denizens pleasuring one another among the fragrant gardens, steaming
bathes or comfortable sleeping quarters of the compound at all hours
of the day. There is no short supply of willing partners.
Oriana caught
Nehra ogling a group of women in a saucy heap. Their muted sighs and
pleased moans waft along the steps near their gathering. Oriana
laughed at Nehra’s confused and enticed expression.
“Nehrashti,
haven’t you every seen that before?”
He shook his head.
“I didn’t know someone could bend that way?” She chuckled softly
tousling his hair. He smiled back at her. “Well, look!” He pointed
incredulously.
Oriana laughed a
bit. “You have much to learn. Come with me.”
Oriana sat across
from Nehra in a cushioned basin surrounded by pillows and coverlets.
“Nehrashti,”
Oriana reached out letting her fingers brush along the length of his
ear. The soft touch sent chills down his spine and his skin
prickled. “Let me show you how it is done. Pleasure is an art and I
will happily show you how to apply your brush to the canvas.”
Oriana dazzled
Nehra with her prowess, tantalizing his flesh until he was
physically spent. However, Oriana did not torment him as his former
Mistress had. She lingered over his body showing his pressure
points. Oriana guided his hands between her thighs and tutored him
on where to touch, where to linger and how to intensify his
partners’ orgasm. She is gentle but firm; attentive and passionate.
She willingly offered her body to him and he relished the
encouraging calmness of her presence. Oriana is pleased with her
eager student and quite taken by his quick understanding. Nehra
certainly has a talent for making her multiple orgasm – which
surprises her to say the least.
During one of
Oriana’s lessons Dremma watches from a distance. He looks on
curiously, marveling over growing skills wishing that he was the
object of Nehra’s affections. However, Dremma retreats shyly not
sure if he is willing to risk rejection.
As Nehra slips in
to his new liberated life style he slowly sloughs the shell of the
timid boy he’d once been. Under the affectionate gaze of his new
associates he finally feels whole. He is no longer tormented by
sorrow and loneliness. It is among the social environment of the
harem Nehra’s eccentric personality blossoms. Over time he gains
poise and soon becomes the center of much activity. His confidence
and charisma draw many of the other young gorgons to him. Dremma,
too, is drawn to this new Nehra. Nehra’s infectious laughter, witty
sense of humor and playful whimsy are irresistible.
When they are
together Dremma can’t help but sit close to him. During the night
when they sleep Dremma’s dreams are filled with yearning, but he is
unsure of how to interpret his emotions. His skin blushes hotly when
Nehra inadvertently brushes up against him. A silent ardor musters
in Dremma’s spirit of which he cannot miss. Anxious yet timid Dremma
retreats from their usual forays regarding his vibrant partner from
afar. He resorts to sketching on parchment small scribbles of
shadowy forms embracing passionately. It helps a bit to fantasize
about it, but he wants more. Dremma is fearful that his affections
would be rejected. Perhaps we are better this way? Dremma
ponders.
A day of festivals
bears down on the land of Sebalia. Even the palace harem has
is own festivities. The normal frolicking takes on new fervor.
Ki'tauq, the caretaker, brings them delicious delicacies and new
games to try.
“Dremma,” Nehra
called. “We’re going for swim. Come with us.”
Dremma looked up
from his drawings for a moment. “No, you go on. I’ll see you this
evening.”
Nehra’s seemed
crestfallen. “Are you sure?”
Dremma nodded
absently. Nehra frowned a bit then turned and walked away then
stepped in to the swimming pool where a few others were splashing
playfully at one another. He waded over to the side of the pool and
sat staring at the ripples of water obscuring his feet. Oriana was
strolling along sipping a goblet of wine when she noticed Nehra
sulking by the pool. She grimaced knowingly and gazed across the
expanse of the harem and noted Dremma in the distance pulling the
privacy curtain closed over the opening of his abode and
disappearing with in. This will not do. She walked over beside Nehra
and sat at the pools edge. She stirred the warm waters with an
errant finger, sipping her wine. Even through her head was humming
from her tasty beverage she was sober enough to realize her friends
were torturing one another with this ridiculousness.
“Hey.” She said.
“Hey.” Nehra
grumbled. They sat silently for moment.
“He cares for you
very much, you know?”
Nehra looked up.
“Dremma?”
“Who else?” She
replied. Oriana nudged him lightheartedly. “Go talk to him.
Wait…I’ll go talk to him. Wait.” Oriana wobbled then rose up. Nehra
reflected momentarily, and then laughed a bit as the inebriated
gorgoness crossed the length of the central harem.
It was now early
evening and the gibbous moon was rising over Sebalia. Much of the
festival revelry had moved in to the lush gardens and would remain
there for many hours. Dremma glared irritably at the ornate, vaulted
ceiling above his quarters. His deep red eyes narrowed as bitterness
fashioned a pout on his face. He huffed loudly turning over to bury
his face in the gathering of soft pillows at his back. For a moment
he was silent, gripping a pillow beneath his head, then a small
sound escaped. It was a soft whimper at first. His body trembled and
before long Dremma raised his face from the pillow to rub his nose.
He scowled at the evidence of his tears upon the embroidered pillow
sham. He sniffled quietly and sat up, gently embracing the soft
pillow. He didn’t blame Nehra for leaving him behind. He could not
expect Nehra to know he desperately wanted to go swimming with him.
“It doesn’t
matter,” Dremma, muttered quietly his eyes still stinging perplexed
with tears.
Suddenly the
curtain to the alcove parted. Dremma straitened up, quickly wiping
away his tears. Oriana was grinning ear to pointed ear. She laughed,
as unseen hands attempted to pull her away.
“Wait a moment,
“she giggled waving off an assault to her ticklish feet “I have to
do something. I’ll be right out.” Oriana had been set upon by an
admirer on her way to see Dremma. She was now very interested in the
offer, but that would have to wait just a bit more.
“Dremma,” she
smiled. He feigned a grin, fidgeting with the pillow in his lap. The
voluptuous gorgoness crawled towards him holding a scarf that had
been tied in to a loose sack. “I brought you something.”
“Oh, what did you
bring?” he chirped, forcing a wan smile.
“Some sweets!” She
dropped the sweet laden scarf on the pillow in his lap. “There you
are.” She leaned close and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek then
scurried back to the curtain. “See you on the by and by, dear.”
He nodded
unhappily. She poked her head out of the curtain speaking cordially
to someone he couldn’t see.
“Oriana.” Dremma
called.
She leaned back
from the curtain on wobbly knees. “Hmm? What is it?”
“Where’s Nehra?”
he asked.
She pondered a
moment. Her head was swimming with numerous goblets of sweet wine
and the promise of a certain handsome gorgon awaiting her outside
the curtain that had a fancy for her toes. She blinked, shaking her
head, trying to remember. “He’s somewhere out there! Oh, yes! Want
me to get him?!” She smiled and dove out of sight, the embroidered
curtain rippled in her wake.
“No, I just…,” He
began, but the young gorgoness was gone.
Dremma sulked,
staring down at the scarf. He opened the make shift sack to find a
rather delectable assortment candies, and tiny cakes. The gentle
sweet smell drifted up to his nose. He plucked one of the
confections from the small pile, not quite sure if he wanted to eat
it or not. He wasn’t hungry. Dremma sighed, his mind brooding over
the profound sense of seclusion he was feeling. The alcoves
embroidered curtain rippled then parted. Dremma looked up. “Oriana,
you didn’t have to…” Dremma’s voice trailed off.
Nehra slipped in,
his bright smile made Dremma’s heart leap. He closed the curtain
behind him and stepped down in the recess of the alcove.
“There you are!”
Nehra beamed, flashing his bright smile. “Why are you hiding out in
here? I thought you‘d have come to join me.”
Dremma spoke
quietly, scornfully. “You know they wouldn’t let me.”
Nehra rolled his
eyes. “Who cares? You’d be with me.” Nehra plopped down on a pillow
in front of Dremma spying the scarf full of sweets. “Looks like
you’ve got some of the good ones!” Nehra snatched the soft candy
held loosely in Dremma’s fingers and popped it in to his mouth and
started chewing.
Nehra slurred
through toffee and chocolate. “Don’t be so glum.”
Dremma said
nothing in response.
“Thppt!” Nehra
suddenly made a face. “Eww, this one had fruit in it! I think it was
fruit anyway. I always get the nasty one first.” Nehra proceeded to
chew slowly making gagging noises, reluctantly swallowing the
remains of the confection.
Dremma couldn’t
suppress a soft giggle.
“See that’s
better.” Nehra grinned. “I bet you don’t know why I came over here.”
Dremma looked away
shyly. “Not really, no. I figured you’d be happy to spend the
evening with them!” Dremma was a little shocked by the malice in his
tone. He lowered his gaze and awaited Nehra’s reply with
trepidation. Nehra’s brow cocked knowingly at his companions
stinging remark. Jealous, Nehra questioned. Or perhaps
something…more?
There was a brief
silence and when Dremma looked up Nehra leaned forward and pressed
his sugared lips to Dremma’s.
Dremma’s flinched,
shocked and disorientated, but he did not deny Nehra’s kiss. When
Nehra pulled away Dremma became very aware of the hot flush on his
skin and it seemed his heart would leap from his chest. Nehra smiled
brightly, then carefully gathered the small sachet of candies on
Dremma’s lap and set them aside. The amber skinned gorgon leaned
forward gently pressing Dremma’s shoulders to the carpeted floor.
“How long has it been?” Nehra said, gazing down upon him.
Dremma was lost in
Nehra’s lurid green eyes. Dremma blinked, and then responded. “How
long…?”
Nehra nonchalantly
fondled a lock of Dremma’s lavender hair, letting the smooth curls
wrap about his fingers. “I’ve known you these many years,” Nehra
pointed out. “I have never seen you in the company of another.”
Dremma pondered
Nehra’s statement. “Aside from Oriana…no one has ever paid much
attention to me.”
“Oh,” Nehra
nodded. "I wouldn't say that." He leaned closer until their noses
touched.
“Nehra, I…”Dremma
began.
“Me too.” Nehra
interrupted. Dremma’s dark red eyes searched Nehra’s expression.
“How?”
Nehra grinned
handsomely. “When you started calling my name in your sleep.”
Dremma felt his
face redden from embarrassment. Nehra had long since felt a
connection to his ruby-eyed cohort. He’d thought nothing of it until
Dremma had only recently become aloof. It had struck him how
unsettled he’d become digesting the notion that he was losing
Dremma’s attention. At first he thought Dremma was growing tired of
him, but now he understood.
"Come back to you
every night. I want to." Nehra explained.
Dremma just stared
in to Nehra's eyes.
Dremma was
uniquely aware of their close proximity and he could do little to
stifle his increasing arousal. He couldn't stand it anymore! Dremma
cradled Nehra’s face in his hands and kissed him. Nehra responded
willingly, slipping his tongue in to Dremma’s eager mouth. Dremma
then wrapped his arms around Nehra’s neck and shoulders aching
feverishly to feel his body pressed warmly against his. Provoked by
Dremma’s apparent wanton ferocity a, Nehra summarily disrobed and
Dremma reciprocated in kind. Dremma marveled excitedly at the long
lean landscape of Nehra’s physique, highlighted by his thick mane of
crimson hair and the crimson mound above his quickly hardening
erection. Dremma spun his body around grasping Nehra’s muscled
thighs and eagerly plunged Nehra’s waiting shaft in to his wet
mouth. Nehra's brow arched surprised by Dremma's quick actions then
sighed blissfully and appreciatively responded by gently stroking
Dremma’s short yet thick erection with firm smooth motions. Nehra
grunted as Dremma worked him vigorously. Damn! Nehra remarked
inwardly with a laugh. Don't suck it off!!
Dremma paused,
gasping. Nehra smiled at him and Dremma smiled back impishly. Nehra
watched attentively relishing the sight of his ample manhood sliding
between Dremma’s moistened lips. He seemed to be devouring him whole
and Nehra was elated by the frenzy his diminutive partner was
displaying. Nehra turned his attentions to the stocky member in his
grasp then delicately slid the warm rod in to his own mouth. Dremma
trembled moaning noisily as his pelvis convulsed.
“ Hhhhnnnn…!” The
delicious suction along the length of his manhood made his nerves
blaze pleasurably. Dremma’s threw his head back, panting roughly.
Nehra found his
rhythm as Dremma resumed his enthusiastic manipulations; gently
massaging Nehra’s testicles as his mouth and tongue worked the
sensitive head of his erection. Dremma groaned loudly while his
voice was muffled by Nehra’s engorged shaft. “Mmmmph!”
Nehra propped
himself upon one elbow and reached down to brush Dremma’s disheveled
curls from his face. Stunning, he thought. There was a kind of
loveliness to Dremma's slender hands gently cupping his scrotum.
Dremma looked up at him with his fathomless crimson eyes and Nehra
felt a hot jolt of lust crackle along his spine to settle in his
pelvis. It made the hair on the back of his neck stand. He persuaded
Dremma’s commanding lips away from his cock long enough to
reposition himself between Dremma’s thighs. Nehra leaned over and
kissed Dremma forcefully, sharing the taste of their fluids. Nehra's
lips caressed Dremma's cheek then traveled along the edge of his jaw
and along the contours of his slender neck, lower along his
collarbone. He paused over Dremma's nipples lapping playfully at the
sensitive flesh. Dremma bit his lip sliding his fingers through
Nehra's red hair. Nehra's wet tongue lingered, circling the dark
aureole then descended further still to his navel. Dremma groaned,
pouting impatiently. Nehra straitened up then hoisted one of
Dremma’s legs over his shoulder and grabbed his pre-cum moistened
manhood and guided it tentatively towards Dremma’s virgin anus. He
paused, thoughtfully. This made Dremma whine.
"Not yet." Nehra
breathed. "I don't want to hurt you." Dremma blinked, sighing, but
did not respond. Nehra licked his fingertips; slathering saliva up
to his knuckles then tested Dremma's response. Nehra looked own and
watched as his fingers slide with in Dremma warm, snug anus. Dremma
clenched this fists. Further still his two fingers slid inside him,
back and forth. Nehra smiled and worked Dremma's ass, eagerly
stroking his own shaft until he felt Dremma was ready for him.
Dremma panted
impatiently clutching at Nehra's hips. “Yes, yes…yes!”
The young gorgon
felt his legs tremble in anticipation, but he managed to steady his
nerves. The head of Nehra’s erection slid in to the unyielding hot
orifice. Dremma gasped sharply through clenched teeth, digging his
fingers in to Nehra’s arms. Nehra began to rock, slowly at first,
working his hips just right with steady patient strokes. Dremma’s
brow furrowed unabashedly, inviting the scintillating surges of
ecstasy that erupted from his loins. His short, thick erection
rubbed stubbornly against Nehra's abdomen as he moved. Nehra
grunted, resisting the urge to plunge hastily in to Dremma. However,
Dremma seemed prepared and began grasping furtively at Nehra’s
grinding hips urging him on quicker, deeper. Nehra smirked and
quickened his pace, deepening his strokes. If he wanted it, Nehra
wouldn't deny him.
Dremma howled in
ecstasy. “Ooh, fuck!” Dremma wrapped his fingers around his stiff
manhood massaging in time with Nehra's thrusts. Dremma clenched his
jaw, desperately straining to prolong his bliss. Nehra pressed in
close so that their bodies moved and lurched in sync. Dremma
whimpered in to Nehra's ear breathlessly and Nehra's labored grunts
made Dremma delirious.
The curtain
wavered and an inquisitive face appeared threw an opening unnoticed
by the writhing couple. Oriana’s jaw went slack and she only just
stifled an impish giggle upon seeing the riotous spectacle. Well,
well! It seems my work here is done.
Needless to say
there was little time that Dremma and Nehra didn't spend together.
Time passes peacefully with in the harem and years, become decades.
Nehra has grown in to a vigorous male specimen. He is demoniacally
gorgeous, and exceptionally tall. His lithe frame is now thickly
muscled and he is notably virile, oozing charisma. Dremma dutifully
remains at Nehra's side a portrait of elegant masculine grace. Times
have been kind to them and it seems little could be amiss.
During this long
lapse, much has been happening out side of the harem among the royal
court. A bicentennial gathering of the gorgon tribes has been called
for. As Hahtra frets over preparations for the festivities she is
aware that their may not be enough entertainment for her guests. She
quickly decides to make a very unlikely stopover at her central
harem.
With nervous
attendants in tow Hahtra enters a secret corridor that surrounds the
expanse of her harem. There she may view the inhabitants through an
enchanted two-way surface with out alerting the concubines. She
notes particular specimens to her attendant to be added to the lot
that will serve the banquet. Thinking she has selected a
satisfactory number to add to the festivities a flash of crimson
catches her eye. The Queen pauses and watches with sincere
bewilderment as Nehra steps in to view. Hahtra instantly recognized
her former charge, and is angered and intrigued her simultaneously.
“That one!” she
pointed. “Who is he?” On the other side of the wall Nehra is
chatting cheerfully with another concubine. Hahtra finds herself
unmistakably captivated by Nehra’s transformation. The cowering boy
has gone, and a self-assured adult stands in his place. His animated
movements and dashing smiles entice her. “Well!?” Hahtra hisses.
The attendant is
caught of guard and stammers helplessly. “I…well…” The terrified
clerk quickly scours her records and finds no mention of a dark
skinned male matching Nehra’s description. “There is no written
record of this courtesan, your majesty.”
Hahtra scowls
irritably. “I want him. Bring him to me!”
The heavy ornate
door of Hahtra’s bedchamber slammed behind Nehra with a resounding
boom. Crouched as one such as he, a concubine, should. He breathed
shallowly, trying to quell the rising fear churning in his gut. The
fragrant musk of Hahtra’s chambers entered his lungs. The soft scent
provoked long dormant memories that were difficult to ignore. He
lifted his head only a bit for a quick guarded glance at his Queen.
Hahtra was reclining atop her berth; surrounded by plush silken
pillows the color of her icy blue eyes. She was a picture of erotic
beauty. A thin translucent swath of cerulean hued silk draped
delicately across her lap masking the pinkish treasure between her
supple thighs. Her milky unsullied skin appeared to glow warmly in
the flickering torchlight. Her body curved in all the right ways.
Her nipples were rose-colored circles centered on the firm milky
orbs of her bosom, pert and upright. Slender eyes crowned with thick
lashes and the color of clearest blue blinked at him cunningly. Her
shimmering hair rested about her shoulders of which was gently
curled at the ends. Kneeling before her, he found himself privately
complimenting her beauty. Even now, however, the horrors he had
experienced as Hahtra’s ward came surging back to him. He remained
still, his expression indifferent, but chills coursed down his
spine. She was a cold, brutal and wicked bitch and he would never
forget that.
"Come closer.” she
called. Nehra’s skin crawled at the sound of her smooth sultry
voice. Childhood fears pulled at the edges of his thoughts, but he
remained composed. He stood and approached her, eyes cast down
submissively.
She smiled at him rubbing her thighs together
wantonly. She leaned forward, her soft breasts shifting. Hahtra
regarded him closely. She was lost in the site of the treat standing
before her. She had long forgotten how he excited her. She mulled
over the mental imagery of his muscled nude body covered in a sheen
of passion-induced sweat. Her painted lips parted, about to speak,
but it took her another moment to gather her thoughts.
“It has been far
too long Nehrashti...,” she stressed, grinning at him. “
You’ve grown so virile, my pet....” She turned over on to her belly
reaching out with her soft hands to caress him. Nehra glanced down
at the gorgoness. She inched towards the edge of her berth rising up
to her knees. Her warm hands ran up an down his torso, over his neck
and shoulders, relishing his smooth taut skin and every muscular
curve. Their eyes met. Hahtra scolded him with shrewd look. He
averted his gaze quickly. She continued to explore him with her
eager fingers.
“Splendid.” she
muttered. Her wandering hands slipped around his waist and over his
buttocks. She pinched him playfully. Nehra blinked but he did not
flinch. Hahtra’s sculpted brow rose, irked by his coolness. Her left
hand dropped to his muscled thigh, traveled down to his bare knee
then carefully disappeared under the hem of the scant livery that
clung to his broad hips. Her warm fingers encountered his testicles
and gave them a quick squeeze. Nehra’s lips parted slightly but he
didn’t cry out. Hahtra’s blue eye’s lit up gleefully as her painted
lips parted again.
“ Exquisite.” she
breathed, giggling softly.
To be continued...
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