CHAPTER SIX
Not a Slave
Two Weeks Later
Ayangla washed her hair in the clear water of the pool. As she rinsed her hair, she found that much to her surprise, she was for once proud of the beauty of her hair.
Glancing down, she added that the rest of her body was now held in the same esteem. She’d been born into being a slave, always the desires of her masters had come first.
Having a dream, any kind of hope for personal freedom or a future not ruled over by another had been the most foreign of ideas. While in some ways nothing had changed; yet in a way everything had changed.
She was still ruled over, but she wasn’t a slave. It was on the surface hard to define, but in the reality of it they were miles apart.
Alon was her master, but he was her mate more than he was her master. He was extremely dominating and yet as extreme as he was, his many signs of affection and something else too, something that felt like respect, more than made up for his harder side.
He did respect her. Being his woman while to some may seem to be slavelike but to her it was not turning out to be that way at all.
Being his woman was to daily experience passion, companionship, humor, and a general feeling of accomplishing something together. They were together in this bold new road into the future.
She could even understand his language now and respond to him with his own words. Her smile deepened as she felt his presence then.
She glanced up to peek through her hair to see him there on the bank watching her. His need for her was apparent.
He always needed her and in return she needed him and she wasn’t shy about showing it to him anymore. Swinging her head, she sent water spraying in a long arc.
Her wet hair swung up and over her shoulder to slap against her bare back. She stood for a moment in the waist deep water feeling like an entirely new person, with an ability to experience life and everything in it like never before.
With invitation in her gaze and desire to feel his touch, she stared at the man who had awoken her to pleasure, even as day by day he took over her heart by kind action after action. He was more than pleased with her that she knew, but it was now her desire to please him daily in any way that she could.
It was beautiful. The more she gave to him of herself the more he shared of himself with her.
Boldly she posed in the water for him as she watched his eyes drink in her body. Speaking of drink.
She smiled and let her gaze fall to her breasts. They were fully engorged with milk for him.
The thing about it though was that he often shared and she had grown to crave the taste of both her own milk and inner spring water as much as he did. He’d become stronger and so had she.
Slowly then she lifted her slim hands to palm her own breasts that had seemed to double in size, but showed no signs of sagging even filled with milk as they were.
They literally ached. They needed his mouth on them.
He’d been unmerciful with the stimulation of her breasts from the very start and within days he had been receiving a reward for his efforts and she’d only benefited pleasurably from it from every moment after that.
Slowly she stepped through the water toward him. He stood stiffly with every muscle defined.
He was such a stud. He would mate her violently this time.
Even though she knew this she didn’t care. Brazenly she stepped foot onto shore and left the water behind.
His eyes were on her breasts and Ayangla smiled as his large, powerful hands rose to encapsulate her waist only to lift her to suddenly be sitting on a mossy boulder. The boulder was soft to the touch and very earthy feeling and so was her exclamation as his hungry mouth captured her nipple and began to suck powerfully.
Groaning with delight, she let her head fall forward to rest on his even as her fingers knotted deeply into his hair. She loved the sensation of him feeding upon her.
At the feel of his fingers at her already soaked entrance, she groaned for she knew the pleasure that they would bring her. Gasping, she held on as not one, but two of his big fingers forced their way into her.
Combined with the powerful suck of his lips at her breast she found herself utterly helpless to resist the waves of pleasure that began coursing through her entire body. Hotly she squeezed about his fingers and with a heady groan, she prepared herself with the knowledge that it was but the beginning of many orgasms to come.
Twice more she came before he had her breast drained of milk and then she exploded again at the simple first contact of his lips with her other nipple. If it was possible to die from pleasure she would’ve done so several days past, but as it was each day with this man was like some form of perpetual heaven.
He was hungry for her and she doubted he would share any milk today and that was okay because he had already given her more than any man ever had. Alost in a world of pleasure she felt his lips finally break suction and wanting to please him she squirmed out of his grasp and down the mossy side of the boulder that she had soaked with her womanly essences.
The smell of his heady masculine scent was overpowering as she tugged his pants down forcefully. Somehow, in the last two weeks a cock large enough to terrify any woman, if used brutally, had instead become the most favorite part of her man to her.
Hungrily her lips seized about the head of his shaft as possessively as her breasts had been owned by his mouth. His whole body jerked and his large hands squeezed about her head with a restrained power than made her quiver with appreciation.
She didn’t doubt for one instance that he had the power to crush her head if he wished to and yet with her he always restrained himself from the force that he was capable of. She loved that.
She loved him. Her tongue wetly played about the head of his cock as she with tears on her cheeks fully admitted the reality that she loved this wild savage of a man that had completely turned her life upside down and given her both respect and a common courtesy of mattering in the big scheme of things in a way that no slave girl ever could have back at the city.
She suckled hard upon him and he almost exploded, but with a savage grip on her hair, he wrenched her head off of him. With feet braced apart, he yanked her up to her feet roughly.
In wonder she stared into the eyes of his complete vision of raw power and felt the heady pleasure of knowing that it was she who had done this to him. Abruptly she was spun around and both of her wrists were seized by his.
He pulled her arms backward and instinctively she bent over completely at the waist until her hair drug the ground. He held her wrists tightly and with savagery he shoved the length of his hard cock into her depths.
No matter the level of her preparation the reality of the moment was that it hurt. The position he had her in was literally that of a slave position, only she wasn’t a slave.
She was his wife. Instead of tears she instead with readied resolve stood on tiptoe, each time he made way into her with a force equal to that of any animal herd sire.
The force of his penetration along with the power of his shaft literally lifted her as she was held completely helpless to his savagery. At any other time this would’ve been the harshest of rapes, but instead Ayangla felt the stirrings of a deeper orgasm.
He roared savagely and as if in response to his explosive orgasm her own orgasm suddenly broke and joined his. It was an orgasm of a deeper meaning.
It felt like her actual soul had reformed about the member of her man that had her on tiptoe as it pulsed life into her and in a way she felt one with him like never before. In startled wonder she breathed heavy as wave after wave of pleasure radiated through her being.
Breathing like a tiger after a successful hunt, he pulled her up so that her back was to his front. One big hand palmed across her belly and held her still on tiptoe even as the force of his erection remained within her.
Both of her hands closed over the top of his even as his other hand lovingly caressed the contours of her jaw. In a way they both knew the outcome of this joining.
She was pregnant and knowing that only made the moment sweeter. His words were heady as they came into her ear, “I think instead of journeying forth today that I will remain by this pool and make love to you all day.”
Ayangla smiled richly. She shifted slightly and he let her go.
She turned and sinking to her knees, she gazed up at him and with her heart in her eyes, she whispered with fervor, “But first master allow me to make love to you.”
He did nothing to stop her as her lips came out over the top of his cock made hot by the heat of their passion for each other. Her hand came up to cup and gently hold the two balls that had just put life into her womb.
Taking her mouth from his shaft, she leaned forward to wetly mouth both of them one by one. They were a treasure to her and with desire she gave her man a massage knowing soon that it would be her laid out before this pond with thighs spread apart even as he drank from her and gave to her as unselfishly as she now gave her attentions to him.