The Sultanah Ch. 07

"I cannot imagine..." I started to console her, but she kept speaking.

"And then those men tried to take that from me. What was to be a gift to one I loved was nearly snatched from me by a gang of stinking drunks," she said, her lip curling. She spat onto the floor as she spoke, her anger rising in a way that it had not when she initially told the story. Her face grew somewhat florid and red, her appearance growing more beautiful. My breathing grew shallow. She turned now and looked me directly in the eye.

"No matter what happens after tonight, there will be more enemy soldiers," she said, "They are everywhere. Everyone knows it. We know you are trying to stop them, but you cannot. Once I leave this place, there will be more raiders. Someday I will not be as lucky today. Someday they will take what was promised to my fiancé."

"That is not true, we will stop them," I argued, Mülteci shrugged her shoulders.I felt a pang and knew her ambivalence was correct.

"Maybe. But then, maybe not. Maybe not before it is too late," she replied, "I want to give myself to someone I love. But he is gone and there is no one left, save one."

"That will happen one day, I am sure of it," I said, but I was certain of no such thing.

"When will I ever have an opportunity to find another that I can love? My village...other villages the same. The whole world is falling apart, Sultanah," Mülteci said, her voice breaking. I was no more experienced in these matters than she was, but I felt the need to offer comfort, to say the things that people always say.

"In the fullness of time, your heart will mend. The world will put itself back together. You will always love your fiancé, but there will be other loves," I tried to sound convincing, but knew that I failed. I didn't even know if I believed it.

"My friends and family are gone. There is only one who I love now," she said.

"Who do you love?" I asked softly, not yet willing to admit to myself what she would say next. I knew there was no good answer to this question.

"Sultanah I owe you my love," Mülteci replied. I felt icy fingers all over my skin, my nipples grew hard against the fabric of my clothing. My emotions doubled back on themselves, contradicting themselves and freezing my mind. Mülteci reached up to me again, draping her hands of my neck.

"You do not have to love me in that way. An intimate love is different form the love you must bear your Sultanah. You do not owe me this," I said, my voice cracking.

"No, you owe this to me. If you cannot stop these raiders, protect my virtue by taking it for yourself, so that an enemy will not. My life and my honor belong to you, Sultanah. As the lives of all your subjects belongs to you. I do not feel alive now. I feel like I died in that square with my parents. With my fiancé. None of this feels real to me. I have given you the devotion owed to you as my Empress. You owe to me your protection. And I am so alone...please make me feel alive."

Everything she said made sense to me. She wanted a choice, to give what she had rather than being forced to give it up. She wanted to be with someone...someone who recognized her as a person. Was I even really doing that? Did I really think of any of my peasants as people? Or just abstractions? And would giving her what she asked for here mean what she thought it did? Would I be giving her the affection she needed? Or would I just be taking something I briefly desired, accepting it cheaply? I didn't know. But I felt the obligation now, to steel my resolve once again.

"I owe you much, but I cannot..." I began. She looked at me with a withering stare, a mixture of hurt and disappointment I could hardly stand to witness.

"You must. I cannot risk losing this again..." She replied. Whatever resistance I had remaining melted as I gazed into Mülteci large eyes and heard her plea put so simply. Her absolute need for comfort. The questions slipped from my mind, the consideration of what was right and proper disappeared. My reasons for stopping seemed foolish and impractical. Court and noble emotions down amongst the earthy peasants. I felt the need to touch this peasant girl and I accepted that feeling in the moment for what it was, powerless to resist.

"A Sultanah must always fulfill her obligations," I whispered and I bent my head down toward Mülteci. As I moved toward her, I heard a soft squeal emit from her throat and her hand tightened slightly on my neck. Our lips pressed together once again. This time, I took charge, being more knowledgeable than the young girl (a new experience for me).

As our lips pressed together, I parted mine and slipped my tongue free. I grazed it along the ridge of Mülteci's mouth. I felt her body shiver and she enthusiastically opened her mouth as well. In a moment, I felt her tongue pour from her mouth and crash delightfully into mine. Her tongue was thick, wet, and warm. She moved it wildly around against my tongue and probed into my mouth. Her excitement and was contagious and her lack of polish in no way limited the pleasure of her touch. I allowed her tongue to enter my mouth, sucking on it and tasting her sweet mouth.

We had both abandoned ourselves in the instant to the animal passions swirling around us. The events of the day and our strange situation melted away entirely. Mülteci needed to be enveloped in the protective power of love and I needed to feel like I was not completely powerless to help. Because of those powerful feelings, we experienced no hesitation, and dove headlong into a passionate embrace.

While our tongues continued to wrestle messily on our mouths, my hands rose and found Mülteci's body. Her skin felt firm and hot through the tattered fabric of her wedding dress. I could feel her bare breast pressed against my body and I felt an uncontrollable need to feel her skin. Quickly my hands seized on the dress fabric and began to pull on it. I lifted the torn dress quickly up Mülteci's body. She lifted her arms above her head to make the movement easier. Our kiss broke only for a moment while I pulled the dress over Mülteci's head and threw it into the corner. Our mouths then crashed back together, kissing more desperately than before. My hands made their way back to Mülteci's hips and I felt the hot smoothness of her skin under my hands.

After a few moments of reckless kissing, my curiosity grew too great; I had to see Mülteci's compact body. I slowly broke our kiss and pulled away slightly. Mülteci let out a slight mewling noise and her eyes opened quickly to register her disappointment. I ignored her, promising myself I would rectify her disappointment directly.

I now leaned back slightly and gazed at Mülteci. Her beauty took my breath away. I had already seen her small feet and lithe legs, but I now saw clearly that those legs were attached to small, tight round bottom. The way that she was sitting made it difficult for me to see her cunny, but I could see she had fashionably shaved herself bare for her wedding night. Despite her thin build, I saw that her hips flared dramatically and then tapered quickly to a narrow waist. Her stomach was thin and well-toned from work in the fields. My eyes continued to flutter up her body and I saw that her newly exposed breast was a mirror image of the other. The two small, perky teardrops sat high on her chest and her nipples, hard, pointed directly out from her chest. I groaned involuntarily, amazed that this beautiful girl had fallen into my lap.

And into my lap was correct. Mülteci was essentially sitting on me at that point, as I had pulled her on top of me slightly when I leaned back to get a look at her. As a result of this position, Mülteci could feel the rapidly growing evidence of my admiration of her body. My cock was pressing into her hip and straining against the fabric of my riding pants. Mülteci's wide eyes gazed down at my lap. I had no reason to doubt that she was a virgin before, but her excitement seemed to confirm the fact. But as she said, she had been taught what to do on her wedding night and was clearly excited by my arousal.

Now it was Mülteci's turn to let her curiosity carry her away. She slipped quietly off of my lap (maddeningly brushing my cock as she did so) and positioned herself in front of me, on her knees. Now I could see her tight red gash of a cunny, already glistening slightly with arousal. Her clitoris was quite large for her small body and I could actually see it, even from a few feet away, aching red from her body. But Mülteci did not give me much time to admire her body. She leaned forward quickly, her hands on my clothes. She pushed me back onto the pillows on the bed. I lay in a sort of upright position while she moved about me.

Mülteci disrobed me with incredible efficiency. In just a few moments, my various shirts, undershirts, pants, and other garments lay in a pile on the floor. As she pulled the last of my undershirts off, my breasts stood exposed to the air. Mülteci smiled at them slightly and placed her hand on one. She felt its firmness and seemed surprised by the way it shook on my body as I moved. But Mülteci was excited about something else and her attention could not stay long on my breasts.

The only clothing I was still wearing was a thin piece of fabric wrapped around my waist and covering my cock. It was not drawn tight over my body to hold my cock in place the way I had done in the past. As a result, it did not restrict my swelling arousal. Instead, my cock stood up high on my body, draped in sheer fabric. As Mülteci leaned back away from me, I saw her eyes stay on my cock.

I decided to let her go at her own pace. I kept my eyes on her sweet face and tried to control the overwhelming urge I felt to pounce on her. Mülteci lifted both of her hands up to her mouth, creating fists. She seemed to be biting both of her thumbs excitedly while her elbows and forearms covered, and pressed firmly against, her pert breasts.

For a while, she just looked at me, too nervous and excited to move. My hips felt like they were going to start rotating on their own and instead I tightened the muscles at the base of my cock. My cock twitched heavily and Mülteci almost jumped. But this seemed to shake her out of her stupor. She leaned forward now, placing her left hand on the bed next to my hip. Her perky breasts hung down (but only slightly) over my knees and her round bottom stuck up in the air.

Mülteci lifted her right hand and began to move it towards my cock. Her hand was trembling slightly and she moved slowly. My body was almost vibrating with excitement and I my head felt light. After a few moments, I realized that I was holding my breath and did my best to breathe. Mülteci looked up at me nervously and bit her lower lip. I nodded slowly and smiled at her.

This seemed to give Mülteci the last push she needed. I felt her palm land on the fabric covering the tip of my cock. I groaned loudly and writhed on the bed. Mülteci giggled and then finally pulled the fabric away from me, slipping it off my body and throwing it on the floor. Mülteci gasped as she stared at my cock. My erect shaft ached and pointed directly up toward Mülteci. My balls were heavy and I spread my legs slightly so they could slip down between my thighs.

Mülteci's curiosity overcame whatever nerves she was feeling. Her right hand reached forward now and touched the tip of my cock. Her fingers felt soft and delicate against my sensitive skin. I groaned and my cock twitched again. Mülteci looked into my eyes again, smiling. Her eyes were twinkling with excitement and she quickly turned her gaze back to my cock. Slowly, her fingers wrapped around the width of my cock, just below the tip. She squeezed a little tighter than I would have liked, but I did not dare stop her. Her palm felt too delicious against my cock.

Despite whatever lesson she had received regarding her wedding night, it was clear that Mülteci did not know what she was doing. Regardless, her innocent fumblings were extremely pleasurable. Her right hand moved around on my cock, sometimes squeezing it and stroking it and other times running her fingertips against the length of it. Still other times, she would gently grasp the tip of my cock between her thumb and forefinger, feeling it gently and moving it. The pads of her fingers found my balls at times, stroking and pressing on them as they grew fuller and fuller. All the while her ass swayed behind her and her breasts jiggled slightly over my knee.

After several minutes of innocent play, a fortunate accident occurred. Mülteci's hand was wrapped around my shaft and her pinky finger was pressed all the way down into my balls. She was pulling down and squeezing me tightly. Her actions forced a single, fat bead of clear liquid to drip from the tip of my cock. I groaned slightly as the liquid spilled down my tip and raced down the vein on the bottom of my shaft toward Mülteci's hand. Mülteci saw it moving towards her and, seemingly without thinking, she leaned forward quickly and pressed her tongue against my shaft. She got the little dribble seed before it could reach her hand. I groaned loudly and my hands rose involuntarily to find my breasts as I felt the hot wetness of Mülteci's tongue against my shaft.

My noise woke Mülteci to the implications of what she had done. Her eyes opened and remained very wide, looking at me nervously. Her tongue stayed frozen against my cock and I saw my shaft pressed against her face when I looked at her. I groaned again at the continuing pleasure of Mülteci's tongue on my cock and my hips ground involuntarily. Mülteci seemed now to recognize that, far from making a mistake, she had stumbled onto something pleasurable. A wide smile grew on her face and her tongue licked at me devilishly.

Mülteci threw herself entirely into this new course of action. Once again, her lack of knowledge was more than compensated by her enthusiasm. Mülteci made her tongue fat and wet and began to run it up and down the length of my shaft. My cock was coated in her warm saliva. She licked every inch of my cock, moving her neck and head so that she could lap at all sides. Each tongue of her warm, soft tongue made my entire body bounce. My hips felt like they were melting and my legs were shaking involuntarily. Eventually, Mülteci's tongue found the top of my cock and even my balls. She would move her tongue around on the tip of my cock wildly, even rubbing it on the slick, smooth underside of her tongue. When she reached my balls, she lapped at my skin forcefully, letting her tongue sink into my scrotum. Each touch was more alluring than the last.

At no time did Mülteci ever placed my cock inside of her mouth or let it slip into her throat. I suppose it never occurred to her. A large part of me wanted to take Mülteci's head in my hands teach how to properly suck a cock. I wanted to feel her tight throat close around my shaft.

But while Mülteci was lapping at my cock, I felt something that changed my mind. Mülteci's cunny was directly over my knees. While Mülteci's tongue was pressed into my scrotum and her nose was rubbing against my shaft, I felt a peculiar sensation: a slight drip onto my knee. The liquid felt warm and thick. For a moment, I did not realize what it was. But I could heard Mülteci's ragged breath and I could see her bottom shaking in the air. I realized, it was Mülteci's cunny. She was so aroused that she was literally dripping wet on top of me. I breathed deeply through my nose and I could smell her arousal thick in the room, a warm, savory aroma. I remembered that we were not engaged in this just for my pleasure. Mülteci needed something and I was obligated to provide it.

Summoning all of my will, I slipped my hands from my breasts and found Mülteci's shoulders. I pulled her up gently. For a moment her tongue remained stuck to my shaft, but then she seemed to notice I was pulling her up. She looked up at me quickly, wondering if she had done something wrong. I gave her sultry look and pulled her toward me more forcefully. Mülteci smiled at me and started to move forward. I guided her while she crawled carefully over my body.

After a few moments her knees were on either side of my hips and and my cock was sticking up between her legs. It was not touching her, but it was just a few short inches from her cunny. Further, her breasts hung towards my face, her small, hard brown nipples pointing at me. I could not help myself. I lifted my head slightly and opened my mouth. I let Mülteci's hard nipple enter my mouth. Her soft, silky flesh pressed against my face as my lips closed around her. I heard her moan loudly as my tongue found the dense flesh of her nipple. I sucked deeply on her nipple and flicked it with my tongue.

Mülteci's whole body became weak and her knees buckled. Her cunny dropped slightly and it grazed the tip of my cock. We both moaned together and Mülteci's eyes shot up quickly in surprise. Her nipple popped from my mouth as Mülteci's rose so that she was erect, straddling my hips with my cock almost touching her red clit. She was looking down at me, the innocence drained from her eyes. I saw only need now. Mülteci's red cunny was dripping down her thigh and her face was flushed. I knew there could be no more delay.

I lifted my hands and placed them on Mülteci's hips. They felt warmer than before and my fingers tingled. I looked up at her and she bit her lip, nodding. Slowly, I placed pressure on her hips. Mülteci's began to sink very slowly. After a few seconds I gasped as the tip of my cock pressed against Mülteci's hot, dripping cunny. Mülteci's body went incredibly tense and I stopped pulling on her briefly. Mülteci looked nervous and enticed at the same time. I kept her in place, my cock pressed against her. But I rubbed my hand gently her hips and her soft ass. I did not want to hurt her, and I was trying to be reassuring.

"You are ready," I said slowly, seductively, "Go at you own pace." I said. Mülteci's moaned slightly in response. But after a moment, I felt her lowering herself again. Mülteci's cunny was incredibly tight. As my cock pressed into her dripping body, it squeezed me tightly. Mülteci's panted and groaned as the tip of my cock pressed into her. She moved slowly, instinctively rocking her hips to lubricate me with her juices. Finally, the tip of my cock slipped inside of Mülteci.

"Oh Gunes!" I groaned and I made my hands into fists on Mülteci's hips. She was so soft and warm inside and almost unbearably tight. But now the hardest part was over, the tip of my cock was inside of her. With slightly more speed, Mülteci lowered herself farther and farther onto my aching cock. She grew tighter and tighter as she went and occasionally, she would stop, panting, while grew accustomed to the feeling. But her cheeks were red and her eyes were totally alive. It was clear she was enjoying the feeling. I was just as well, I had never felt anything as soft as the caress Mülteci's cunny provided.

After what seemed like a blissful eternity, I felt Mülteci's ass settle onto my thighs and I felt her hard little clit press into my pelvis. I was entirely inside of Mülteci. For a moment we just stayed still, staring at one another in awe. The connection between us felt almost mystical and the physical pleasure we already felt was intense. The smell of my arousal mixed with that of Mülteci, now that our cunnies were so close together. If perfumed the air in the room and made it feel more humid somehow.

My cock twitched involuntarily inside of Mülteci's cunny. She shivered and then offered a giggle. Her hips rocked slightly, tugging deliciously on my cock. It was clearly time for more. I softened my fists back out and placed my palms flat on Mülteci's hips. I pushed her hips slightly, making her rock slightly.

"Sultanah, oh my!" Mülteci's moaned. Her hands instantly shot to her mouth. Once against she placed her fists in front of her mouth, biting on her tongue. But I could see her smiling behind the coy posture. I rocked my hips slightly, thrusting my cock deeper into the warmth of Mülteci's cunny. Mülteci moaned lasciviously and rocked her hips in motion with mine. She gave no hint of pain and it seemed her wet cunny and our slow start had served her well. That was lucky for her, because I could no longer contain myself.