Savage Surrender

by Deanna Ashford

  Rianna became even more apprehensive, dreading what Niska might try to do to her. She would find a cruel pleasure in causing pain. There was a rustle of silk as Niska stepped from the dais to take part in the blessing. It was supposed to ensure that the deflowered maiden became fertile and would soon present her husband with a lusty male heir. Soft music filled the room, the steady rhythmic beat masking Niska’s footfalls as she returned to the dais.

  As Niska pulled Rianna’s skirt up around her waist, she felt the cool air brush her legs, belly and naked sex. Rianna was exposed in an intimate manner to all the residents of the seraglio.

  Pushing Rianna’s thighs apart, Niska forced her to bend her legs and lift her pelvis. The ropes were tightened so that Rianna was held fast and helpless. With her legs spread so wide, Rianna was certain that her flesh lips must be gaping open, revealing the entrance to her womanly sheath. The bladder rested close to the neck of her womb and she feared that someone might see it.

  Niska trickled cool oil over Rianna’s pudenda, and it coated her engorged labial lips and ran down between her thighs. With the tips of her fingers, Niska spread it thickly over the narrow divide, pouring more in the valley to slickly coat Rianna’s inner flesh.

  ‘Would that I had you all to myself,’ Niska whispered, roughly caressing the tip of Rianna’s pleasure bud, and watching her wince with painful bliss. She squeezed the sensitive pearl between her fingers, surging it into life. It throbbed excitedly, welcoming Niska’s touch. Rianna tried to ignore the feel of Niska’s fingers stroking her pudenda, but her body responded. Niska brushed back the protective hood of Rianna’s clitoris and ran the tip of her long nail over the sensitive flesh beneath. Rianna whimpered; it hurt, but the stinging agony was also pleasurable.

  Placing her fingers either side of Rianna’s engorged labial lips, Niska pressed hard, putting more pressure on the taut bud, making it throb sweetly for release.

  ‘Now for the phallus,’ Niska said gloatingly.

  She lifted the heavy silver object and Rianna saw it for the first time. The centuries-old, silver phallus, with its ornate fashioned silver handle, glimmered softly, looking impossibly large. Rianna felt faint with apprehension. She wondered how would it ever fit inside her, and watched nervously as Niska carefully coated the phallus with oil.

  Rianna’s knees trembled as Niska placed the tip of the object against the entrance to her vagina.

  ‘Ready yourself for its caressing strength. You’re a virgin, your flesh has never been stretched so it’s bound to hurt,’ Niska said malevolently. ‘I feel no pity for your predicament. Another time I will plunge this deep into your nether mouth. You’d suffer even more then.’

  Rianna shivered, knowing no one could come to her aid, not even Sarin. Once commenced, the ceremony could not be interrupted until her virginity had been proven. The phallus felt hard and icy cold. She steeled herself, determined not to reveal any discomfort as the phallus was thrust into her body.

  At first Niska was surprisingly gentle, as she pushed the phallus into Rianna slowly. As Rianna’s soft sheath began to stretch, Niska employed a steady twisting movement, burying it deeper. Partway she halted, and looked down at Rianna. ‘Now for the virginal barrier,’ she mocked, smiling with cruel pleasure.

  Quite unexpectedly, she thrust the phallus deep into Rianna’s vagina. Rianna gave a sharp squeak of surprise which appeared to the onlookers to be a maiden’s cry of anguish. Unconcerned by Rianna’s supposed discomfort, Niska buried the sheath up to its elaborately carved handle. With a flick of her wrist she rotated the phallus. Rianna groaned as the bladder inside her burst and a sudden rush of wetness trickled downwards.

  Rianna would have preferred Tarn’s hot male flesh to be stretching her so, but the sensation was still superbly pleasurable. As Niska began to move the phallus in a thrusting twisting movement, Rianna bit her lip, trying to imagine that it was Tarn’s cock buried deep inside her, tantalisingly stretching and caressing her silken walls. She felt the heat in her groin grow, and wondered whether this symbolic lovemaking was intended to make her climax. Her desire was mounting, while Niska clearly thought the phallus was causing great discomfort and was determined to continue the torture as long as she could.

  ‘Enough.’ Sarin stepped forward and put a restraining hand on Niska’s arm. ‘You forget she is a virgin, you’ll hurt her.’

  ‘Was a virgin,’ Niska amended with a mocking smile. ‘And I forgot nothing. I wanted her to suffer.’

  ‘I’ll have you punished for your behaviour,’ Sarin growled.

  ‘I was counting on it,’ Niska replied with a smile. She flung a brief, derisive glance at Rianna and moved out of her sight.

  Rianna saw Lord Sarin look worriedly down at her exposed sex. She knew the outer lips must be bulging obscenely around the rim of the invading silver phallus. Taking hold of the handle, he withdrew the dildo slowly and with great care. Its removal left a void in Rianna, an aching emptiness in her sheath that needed to be filled.

  The proof of Rianna’s virginity was exposed; blood streaked her inner thighs. Sarin smiled, wiped the phallus, then held up the bloodstained cloth for all to see. There was a soft sigh of appreciation from the audience, followed by the sound of many chattering voices.

  Unfastening the ropes that held her, Sarin swept Rianna into his arms. Carrying her from the room, he gave her over to the care of one of his waiting Nubian slaves. The man held Rianna protectively against his huge chest as he carried her to Sarin’s chambers. She was laid on a bed, where slaves surrounded her to strip off her wedding garments and bathe her soiled flesh. As they left the room, Yasmin appeared to help Rianna remove any remnants of their deception before Lord Sarin arrive to claim her for himself.

  ‘I told you all would be well,’ Yasmin said with a smile of encouragement before she departed.

  Naked and alone, Rianna lay in Lord Sarin’s bed. There was an aching emptiness between her thighs that only Tarn could extinguish. But he was cruelly confined somewhere deep in the bowels of this great palace.

  ‘Rianna, my dear.’ Sarin’s arrival disturbed her troubled thoughts. ‘Did Niska hurt you?’ he asked worriedly. With his dark hair loose around his shoulders, his features appeared softer, less threatening.

  ‘No,’ she admitted. ‘I was more humiliated than harmed.’

  ‘She had no reason to be so brutal,’ he replied with concern. ‘I could not refuse her request to take part in the ceremony. By reason of her position, the right was hers. Now, I can help you forget your discomfort and show you what pleasures life here can offer you.’ Sarin slipped off his velvet robe. ‘Together we will find the pathway to true ecstasy.’

  The lights were dim enough to allow Rianna only a brief glimpse of his naked form as he joined her in bed. There were no visible signs of an indolent monarch; Sarin’s body was firm and hard, like that of a warrior.

  As Sarin pulled her into his arms and took possession of her mouth, Rianna closed her eyes, wishing she could be with her one true love. The thought that Sarin was now her husband made her quail inwardly, yet she found she was not unmoved by his sensual kisses. Her heartbeat quickened as he stroked and caressed her. Sarin was a connoisseur of women, an acknowledged expert in the art of carnal pleasure, and knew exactly how best to arouse the senses of an inexperienced maiden.

  Rianna trembled beneath him as he employed every seductive technique he knew to further inflame her desires. He stroked and squeezed her bosom, massaged her nipples and caressed the sensitive undersides of her breasts. Gently, he trailed his hands downwards, allowing his fingers to just brush her naked mound of Venus. Pulling the sheet from her body, he caressed her with his lips, kissing and licking every inch of her soft, smooth skin. He nuzzled her nipples and sucked on them gently. Sliding downwards he lapped at her belly and drew moist circles on her pubis with the tip of his tongue.

  Rianna tensed, feeling suddenly apprehensive as he spread her thighs. ‘I seek to give only pleasure,’ he purred huskily.
‘Let me taste your honeyed folds.’

  She lay back on the pillows, trying to relax as she felt his warm breath brush her pudenda. Parting her labial lips, Sarin delicately licked her most intimate flesh, his saliva contributing to the growing moisture as she became steadily more aroused. His tongue teased and stroked the rosy flesh, adding to her already inflamed passion. Rianna gave a soft moan, not having expected him to be so unselfish in his lovemaking. He had any number of women to serve his every sensual need, but Sarin was intent on giving pleasure to his new bride. As his tongue swirled delicately around her aching pleasure pearl, she was consumed by bliss. He sucked at the bud, forcing it to stiffen, filling her sex with a fiery warmth.

  She felt him probe the entrance to her womanly sheath and shivered apprehensively. It felt stretched and sore from Niska’s brutal invasion, but the teasing caresses served to relax her abused flesh and the soft, stabbing warmth of his tongue as it ventured deeper, made Rianna gasp with delight. Unconsciously, she lifted her hips up towards Sarin, now welcoming each searching thrust. Her desire increased to fever pitch. She was filled with the longing to mesh her hands in his hair and force his face closer to her vulva, but she feared Sarin would think her far too demanding.

  Sarin sucked on her throbbing pearl, while his tongue delved deeper. Soon Rianna’s pleasure started to peak, the exquisite sensations growing stronger. She felt the walls of her vagina pulse and her orgasm came swiftly in a sudden rush of white-hot, fiery bliss. As the pulsing died away, it left a sweet, heavy warmth deep in the pit of her belly.

  ‘In time you’ll become more experienced,’ Sarin said thickly as he lifted his head. ‘And you’ll learn to hold back on your release. By doing so you become able to reach the ultimate peak of pure pleasure. I find your innocence surprisingly pleasing, Rianna. I look forward to teaching you to appreciate every different facet of carnal delight.’

  Rianna blushed, not from innocent embarrassment, but because she felt she had betrayed Tarn by finding such unbound pleasure in Sarin’s skilful lovemaking. She had thought she would not enjoy his intimate attentions, but unfortunately she had.

  ‘I feared you would find my innocence tiresome, my lord,’ she said coyly as she hid her inner shame.

  Sarin’s manhood was erect, standing stiffly out from his groin. It looked different from Tarn’s; there was no thick ridge of skin collaring the bulbous head, and the taut skin was far darker than that of her golden-skinned warrior. Yet she was filled with the desire to feel it thrusting inside her. The sensuality Sarin exuded was overwhelming in its intensity and far too strong for her to resist.

  Leaning towards her, Sarin deftly slid his penis into her soft, open sheath, at last filling the aching void left by the silver phallus. He began to move his hips, thrusting in and out of her, pushing and twisting slightly so that he caressed every portion of the velvety walls, putting even more pressure on her already sensitised sex.

  A master of technique, Sarin led her swiftly towards the summit, ensuring that with every pull and thrust the shaft of his member rubbed tantalisingly against her aching pleasure nubbin. Still enfolded in the aftermath of her previous climax she reached the peak of fulfilment all too swiftly. Holding her close, Sarin joined her and they tumbled together into the fiery chasm of bliss.

  There was still a warmth blazing in her belly when Sarin withdrew and lay down by her side. Sated and exhausted, she fell asleep in his arms.

  Jenna left her quarters on her way to meet Mircon. Yasmin had informed her that Lady Rianna would be remaining with Lord Sarin until morning, and it meant she could spend the entire night with Mircon in his new quarters. Now that he was officially part of Chancellor Lesand’s personal guard, he had his own room within the palace, and it would be far easier for them to spend time together.

  She walked briskly through the quiet corridors. A few courtiers were around, but most were still at the wedding feast. Jenna turned a corner, and to her surprise saw the handsome nobleman who’d pleasured her so roughly in the garden.

  ‘Why in such a hurry, Jenna?’ he asked, looking even more handsome now that she could see him clearly in the bright light of the passageway. Tall, and richly dressed, he had glossy chestnut hair and brown eyes.

  ‘I have an urgent matter to attend to,’ she replied. Their recent brief encounter had been constantly in her thoughts. She went to pass the nobleman but he grabbed hold of her arm.

  ‘I’ve missed you.’ He smiled mercilessly as he dragged her through an open doorway and into an opulently-furnished bedchamber. ‘Now you surprise me with an unexpected visit.’

  ‘Sir, you presume wrongly,’ she stuttered. ‘I did not intend –’

  ‘Jenna,’ he interrupted. ‘Don’t tease me by pretending to resist, when you know very well you want this just as much as I do,’ he said in a soft but commanding tone. Pulling her close he roughly fondled her breasts. ‘Your noble mistress is busy pleasuring Lord Sarin. So you are free to find your entertainment elsewhere.’

  He kissed her, pushing his tongue deep into her mouth, continuing to caress her in a brutal fashion. Grabbing hold of Jenna’s hand he thrust it on to his huge erection. Lust speared Jenna’s belly and she began to feel exhilarated.

  ‘Perhaps you are not the entertainment I seek.’ She pulled away from him, knowing she should resist and run to Mircon, but she wanted to stay. ‘Why the sudden interest in a lowly maidservant such as me, sir? You are a wealthy nobleman. You can call upon any number of the court ladies to pleasure you.’

  ‘I told you before, Jenna. I prefer lusty wenches,’ he growled, preventing her from pulling away. He held her fast with one hand while he removed his velvet doublet. His fine linen shirt was open to the waist. In contrast to Mircon his skin was pale and virtually hairless. ‘However, perhaps I did choose you precisely because you are Lady Rianna’s maid. Tell me, are you as free with your affections as your mistress?’

  ‘I don’t know what you mean,’ she replied nervously.

  ‘Come now, Jenna.’ He smiled mockingly. ‘I hear Lady Rianna became mightily fond of the prisoner, Tarn. She spent many hours tending his wounds, and much of that time she was alone with him. Strange behaviour for one destined to wed Lord Sarin, Tarn’s greatest enemy.’

  He let go of Jenna but she didn’t run, she wanted to stay. Hungrily, she watched him slip off his shirt and breeches, overcome by a sudden lust. The nobleman smiled provocatively, magnificent in his nakedness, his cock standing lewdly out from his body. There was a thick, gold bracelet around his right wrist, set with rubies and diamonds, a further indication of his status and wealth. Jenna noticed a small heart-shaped birthmark just above his left nipple. An incongruous mark for such a hard man.

  ‘The prisoner was unconscious most of the time that Lady Rianna was alone with him,’ she replied, wondering how this nobleman had acquired such intimate knowledge of their journey to Percheron. ‘My lady would treat any wounded man in a similar fashion, whether he be freeman or prisoner.’

  ‘Your loyalty is commendable,’ he chuckled. ‘You must care deeply for your lady.’ Grabbing hold of Jenna, he threw her on to the bed and wrenched her skirt up around her waist. ‘How I love this thick brown fleece,’ he muttered hungrily as he opened her sex lips with his thumbs. Without any sign of finesse, he stabbed at her intimate flesh with his tongue and sucked hard on her pleasure bud.

  Jenna moaned as he thrust his tongue deep inside her vagina and a fiery warmth flooded her belly. She relaxed, letting the lust flow over her as she tossed all other thoughts aside. She could try to discover more about this man later, but first she had to find her release.

  He licked and sucked her pudenda with a rough passion that took her breath away. Her pleasure built swiftly and she had almost obtained her fulfilment when he pulled away from her. Springing forward, he sat astride her heaving bosom, almost crushing her with his weight. She took a shallow, laboured breath as he pushed his erect phallus close to her face.

  ‘Suck it,’ he ord
ered.

  A sharp thrill ran through her. ‘No!’ she gasped.

  Ignoring her reluctance, he pushed his cock into her mouth, pressing the smooth hardness of his shaft between her teeth. She began to mouth the member, lovingly circling the bulbous head with her tongue. She heard him give a harsh groan as he pressed himself closer, trying to force more of the organ into her mouth.

  Jenna wanted her release, and longed to feel that massive cock thrusting deep inside her. Wrenching her head to the right, she pulled his phallus from her mouth and glared challengingly at her oppressor.

  ‘Greedy whore,’ he growled. ‘I suppose you want it inside you.’

  Lifting his weight from her, he slid his body downwards and penetrated her with a forceful lunge. His iron-hard shaft parted her soft flesh as he thrust into her with long, powerful strokes. Jenna moaned and twined her legs around his waist, meeting each thrust with passion, her desire aroused to fever pitch. Jenna’s orgasm came in a sudden, unexpected rush of pleasure. Her vagina pulsed excitedly as the intense climax washed over her.

  The nobleman pulled away from her and spilt his hot seed on her stomach. ‘I’ll not father a babe for you to foist on to your soldier lover,’ he said brusquely.

  Sinking down beside her, he lay on his back looking up at the ceiling. Jenna grabbed hold of a crumpled shirt. ‘Who are you?’ she asked, wiping his semen from her stomach.

  ‘What concern is that of yours?’ he replied coolly.

  ‘I only wish to know your name.’

  ‘Why?’ he countered.

  ‘Why not? Is it wrong to know who I couple with?’

  ‘Just accept I desire you, Jenna,’ he growled.

  ‘Yet you constantly question me about my mistress. Why such an interest in her, sir?’

  ‘Interest?’ He raised one eyebrow. ‘Sheer curiosity – that is all, Jenna. Lord Sarin happened to mention that the Lady Rianna went down on her knees to him and pleaded for Tarn’s life. I thought it strange that she seemed so concerned for the fate of a traitor.’