Battle-Hardened, War Weary Ch. 02

As she waited for the 'royal highness' to finish with his bath, she had some time to think about some things. She thought of mundane things like her 'To Do' list and what assignments she needed to finish at work on next Tuesday. Then her mind drifted to her newfound favorite subject: Daniel. He informed her that he preferred for Kali to call him by his God given name. She thought it was suitable. She pondered on his activities for today. She wondered if he enjoyed his team practices and the meeting that he had with his coaches today. She hoped that he didn't get chastised by any of them for anything. She wondered about his activities afterwards. Soon, she found herself asleep.

Kali finds herself back in room 1423 at the Charter Hotel. She is lying in that king-sized bed. She is lying in the darkness, with the exception of the neon blue lights that glows from the light fixtures on the walls. She is naked and is covered by a blanket. She is asleep and is living through a dream that involves herself and her lover. In reality, she misses him and can't wait until they are together again. Her dream is making her arouse in reality. As she sleeps, the door that leads to the outside corridor is unlocked. The door opens and reveals a man of shadow standing in the doorway. He stands there briefly. The door closes with a gentle click. He is now inside of the room. He casually walks over to the bed side. He stands by the bed and gazes down at the sleeping woman...

In her conscious state, Kali's body started to react to the vivid imagery that occurred inside of her mind, during its subconscious state. As her level of arousal increased, her body began its reaction. The muscles in her stomach tightened up, in defense to a pressure that was built in her pelvic region. Goose-pimples grew on the flesh that was on her forearms as the rest of her body grew hot in core temperature. Her breathing pattern became shallower.

...The shadowed stranger takes in the beauty of the woman, who lies before him, as if she is a sacrifice to a god, on his altar. The neon blue light bounces off of her dark-hued flesh and making her form look ethereal. She makes a slight moan and shifts her weight a bit. As a result, the blanket sinks below her shoulders and rests on her stomach, but ends up revealing her breasts. He stares at the lovely pair of tits and feels his cock harden in his jeans, in reaction. His jaw twitches and his mouth waters at the thought of having both mounds shove into his mouth. They appear to be big and heavy; a perfect size that could fit in his hands. His right hand itches. It's a plea that is spoken to his master. It wants to touch one. The stranger complies with his hand's request. Bending over slightly, the stranger lightly cups the sleeping beauty's right tit. He slightly jiggles the mound of flesh, to watch the skin ripple as a result. Not satisfied with that touch, he grabs a hold of the mound and squeezes from the bottom. His hand goes further up and applies pressure along the way. Once he reaches the nipple, he gives it a pinch by using his thumb and index finger...

Kali's right hand left its resting place and reached across her torso to her left breast. Her slender fingers massaged at the skin and pinched on the nipple. Her left hand caressed her stomach and left thigh. She shivered in response, but was unaware of the pleasure.

...She moans in response. The stranger wants to take her now, but he doesn't want to do anything rash. So, he waits. His hand leaves her tit and takes a hold of the blanket. He pulls the blanket away from her body and tosses it onto the floor. Her body is revealed. She is still sleeping. He stares at her body. With each passing glance, the need to have his cock buried inside of her increases. By the time his eyes stare at her manicured toes, his need outweighs the need to be chaste. In haste, the stranger takes off his clothes. They form a pile on the floor. Now, he was nude...

The pressure that formed in the pit of her stomach has drifted into the triangle that was in between her thighs. Her pussy's lips twitched from the pressure's arrival. The hidden pearl hardened as her slit seeped nectar. Her inner walls contracted and released in need. Kali's right hand drifted from her breast to her slit. Her fingers sought after the small knot of nerve endings. Once her fingertips found the treasure, they performed a dance of tiny circles against her. Her lower back lifted off of the mattress, her legs spread wider apart and she gasped as a thrill floated through her. Her body allowed her pussy to cry with want. Its tears were spread amongst her inner thighs and soiled the bed linen that she rested on. The tangy scent of her arousal filtered into the atmosphere.

...The stranger leaps onto the bed. His action causes the sleeping woman to wake up. Her mind is still foggy as her eyes settles upon the naked stranger who is kneeling in front of her. By the time her awareness of the situation blooms it is too late. The stranger have her body pinned to the mattress. His right hand holds her dainty wrists down to the mattress. His bulky body keeps her from squirming and wiggling. He sees that her mouth is open and he hears the inhalation. He knows that she is about to scream for someone to rescue her. Using his left hand, he clamps it over her mouth. She screams into his hand.

"Calm down. I won't hurt you. I won't harm you" the Stranger whispers in her ear.

The woman continues to scream. She shakes her head from side to side. Tears leaks from her eyes. The Stranger doesn't say anything. He waits. He knows eventually that she will realize that her attempts at freeing herself are pointless. It doesn't take her long to come to that horrible realization. She calms down.

"I won't hurt you. I promise you."

He gives her a kiss on the forehead and peels away his hand. He gazes down at her beautiful face. She lets out a sniffle and a gasp. Her eyes glances up at his face. He glances down at her lips and watches as she takes her bottom lip into her mouth. Before she could release, the flap of skin is in his mouth. He suckles and licks at the thick flesh. She whimpers. She whimpers again, when she feels his mouth on hers and his thick tongue clashing with hers..."

Kali moaned from the pleasure she felt as her fingers stroke her cunt. It wasn't the cock that she wanted, but her fingers would work. Her hips writhed and tried to receive the maximum stimulation.

...Kali's hands are now free and she is no longer constrict by this man's brawny form. She is still lying on her bed, but her legs are akimbo. Her legs are now separated. The Stranger, the naked man who doesn't know, is now kneeling in between her thighs. Both are silent and haven't spoken to each other. She takes this time to observe the man. Despite the lack of light in the room, she could tell that he isn't the same race as she. The blue light dances off of his white, fair skin. She glances at his handsome face; he possesses eyes that are the color of onyx, a nose that isn't pretty and slightly crooked, and a pair of lips that are thin but are defined. He have long, dark wavy hair that reaches his cheeks, as well as, style in layers. Her eyes takes in the vision that is the rest of his body. His body is big and in shape: the chiseled arms, the rock solid torso with the 'eight pack abs' and the thighs that contains strength. Lastly, she gazes at his cock. Powerful in its own right, his member is erect and is standing parallel to the bed. For Kali, it appears to be staring at her. From the angle she is lying in, she could tell that he is very well-endowed, both in girth and in length. She feels her body reacting to such a beautiful tool. "Kali?" she hears spoken. Reluctantly, she tears her wine-colored pupils away from his cock and gazes into the Stranger's dark-colored eyes...

Kali opened her eyes and they came across the pair of pale green-colored ones that belonged to one Ryan Whittler, the owner of the small palace located in the middle of Manhattan. And according to him, he was also the owner of Kali.

In reaction, Kali became frightful. She stopped pleasuring herself. She was about to pull away from him, when he took a hold of her left ankle. The grasp was gentle, but Kali knew that was about the only thing that was gentle about Ryan Whittler.

"No," he said to her, in his unique voice. He filled in the gap of space that was in between the two of them. Then he slipped his six-feet-five inched frame in between her opened thighs. He pulled himself into a kneeling position. "No, my beauty, please continue."

Kali scoffed in absurdity, at his use of the word 'please'. She found it absurd that he made it sound like she had a choice in the matter; as if she had the free will to say 'yes', 'no' or anything else.

To avoid angering the ginger male, Kali continued to stroke herself. No longer dreaming about a handsome stranger, her level of arousal waned. So, she absent-mindedly played with her pussy, under Ryan's burning gaze. After a significant amount of time passed, she heard a sigh of frustration and then "Stop". Kali obeyed his demand and stopped stroking her bare cunt. "You're not enjoying yourself like you were before," stated Ryan.

'No shit, Sherlock. How the fuck does you expect me to get wet and hot, when you're dress like an old woman, Petunia,' she said to herself.

Kali glared at the man who was kneeled before her. She saw that he was wearing black, Kohl eyeliner around the rims of his eyelids. He wore a silk kimono that was light blue in color and had bright pink flowers printed on the fabric. He wore nothing underneath the ladies' garment, so his nude form was on display. She resisted the urge to laugh at his outfit.

"Rub yourself for me," he instructed. "And do it the way..." he waved his finger at her, "...you were doing it before."

'Okay, you pansy' she thought. She closed her eyes and was about to delve into a masturbatory-inspired fantasy, when she heard his annoying voice again.

"Nope, I want your eyes open and I want you to stare at me," Ryan instructed. A growl of irritation left her body and she received a swat of the hand against her pussy for her troubles. She gasped and her hips jerked into the air, as pain shot through her. "And I don't want any of that black girl-sass coming from you either! Now get to it!"

Kali leveled a gaze of strong dislike towards Ryan as she reached down into the area between her thighs and proceeded to stroke at her cunt again. Once again, she just stroked her pussy without any enthusiasm, as if she wasn't masturbating in front of another person, but was crocheting a blanket instead.

"Kali," she heard him growl in irritation at her.

It was a growl that was made as a warning. She felt her anger run through her body. He annoyed her with his stupid demands. If the act of having a champagne bottle shoved up her twat or the act of being ass-raped by a huge cock didn't scare her, she would've told Ryan to go fuck himself by now. If he allowed her to close her eyes and allowed her mind to drift off into a fantasy, she would've given him the reaction that he wanted.

'Fuck, what should I do?' she thought. Her mind drew a blank when it came to ideas. She wasn't aroused and the fucking she-male wasn't helping her with his death-glares and implied threats either. She tried to drift her line of vision to different spots in the room, but she would receive harsh slaps to her thighs by Ryan, whenever she would.

"KEEP YOUR EYES ON ME!!!" he shouted at her.

He slapped her thigh again. Kali glanced at him. Ryan, who was a participant of the androgynous style, was still considered masculine. Despite the taste for eyeliner, the effeminate voice and the penchant for wearing women's garments, Ryan was still an alpha male. His height was six feet and five inches and he weighed two-hundred and thirty-eight pounds, Ryan Whittler couldn't even persuade a blind man that he was a woman. She knew that Ryan never had any trouble obtaining a willing female. But, she didn't understand why he wanted to fuck her all the time. She knew that he was capable of easily finding a willing woman to fuck. He was wealthy, handsome, had a reputation of being 'a bad boy, he wielded some power and he had a distinctive personality.

'All right, you bipolar, panty-wearing fuck!' her brain screamed at him.

Her pretty, violet-colored eyes stared at Ryan's face. She made brief contact with his pale-green eyes and switched to gaze at his nose, when she felt unease by his glare. She stared at his nose that was slightly crooked, due to a previous act of being broken and then improperly re-aligned. Her eyes had gone from his face and traveled down to his neck, as well as, shoulders. Unlike Daniel's neck and shoulders, Ryan's parts weren't bulky with thick muscles. He possessed a build that was similar to an Olympic swimmer: svelte but was muscular. Like an Olympic swimmer, even his body was voided of body hair. As her eyes stared at his muscled torso, she felt her pussy twitch as blood rushed to that area. Her level of arousal was raise. Her fingertips ground against her clit.

'Don't stare at his face. Don't stare at his face. Ignore his stare. Ignore his stare. Focus. Focus. Think of Daniel... Think of Daniel....Daniel...Daniel...Think of...'

'...Think of me... Think of me, Kay-Ray... Think of me...'

Kali could've sworn she heard Daniel's voice. It was as if he just whispered in her ear. 'Think of Daniel...Daniel... Daniel...'

Like the night before, Kali's mind drifted off. Her imagination had gone into overdrive.

A few minutes later, she was pulled back to her reality by her impending climax. "Ugh... Oooh, I'm cummin! I'm cummin. Oh God," Kali loudly groaned as her first wave of pleasure struck her. A litany oof feminine moans saturated the massive bedroom's atmosphere, as her body shook and trembled in orgasmic bliss. Once the spasms disappeared, she let out a loud groan. She rolled her tall and lithe form onto her left side. She buried her face into the soft comforter for a small reprieve.

Her moment of peace ended when she felt light warm kisses applied to her right thigh. There was a trail of kisses that started from her hip, down the curvy slope of her flank, her ribs and to her front where his mouth settled on her right breast. She rolled onto her back and spread her legs.

Ryan slipped his body in between her legs with a familiarity, as if it was his rightful place. Ryan continued to apply attention to her breasts as he shifted his position. His right hand reached down to his prick and grasped it. Using his hand as a guide, the glans repetitively rubbed against her slit while collecting copious amounts of her nectar. He heard a light whimper come from her plump mouth and felt her wet cunt bump into his cock in the form of thrusts. Ryan guided his cock's head into her warmth and was greeted by a squeeze. He placed a groan against her breasts as pleasure shot through him.

Kali's body trembled as she felt Ryan's dick wedged itself inside of her, in a brutal thrust. The thick, blunt object butted against her pelvis entrance as her pussy pulsed and grasped at him. With her jaw clenched, she let out a shrill as pain ran through her. Hot, fresh tears slipped from her closed eyes and ran down her face. Her fingernails dug themselves into his shoulders as her legs tightly wrapped themselves around her waist. She felt the tip of his tongue lick up the moisture that was on her cheeks. He managed to lick away the fresh tears that slipped out of her closed eyes.

"Open your eyes and stare at me," she heard Ryan say in a low, guttural growl.

Her eyelids fluttered a few times before they pulled back and revealed their amethyst-hued orbs. Each eye zoned in on Ryan's face as it hovered over her heart-shaped face. Kali thought he held a facial expression of exertion. His entire face was flushed. His nostrils were flaring and were making harsh inhalations. His full bottom lip was tucked into his mouth and was held in place by his incisors. His green eyes glared at her. He released his bottom lip just to say, "Now keep them on me." Then, he withdrew his cock until the blunt tip remained inside of her. The pain, which turned into a level of discomfort, dissipated and she let out a sigh. Another sigh escaped from her mouth, when she felt his cock submerged into her and gave her cervix a nod. There was a slow withdrawal from her core with his cock pulling out gently and carefully. He didn't linger outside for too long before re-instated himself.

"Oh," she lightly gasped, as a lash of pleasure burst into her lower region. With her mouth agape, her eyes had gone wide in surprise at the unexpected sign of pleasure. "Oh," she gasped again as she felt another throb of pleasure in her sex as Ryan's cock doled out another stroke. Her lower back lifted off of the soft mattress as her leg's grasp tightened around him. Her hands fell from his shoulders and rested beside her head.

"You feel..." he started out saying before having his voice trail off into grunts and groans, pleasure conquering his cognizant thoughts.

"Oooh," Kali moaned as her body burned from pleasure as she received his cock in slow, fluid thrusts. Her eyelids fluttered like flying butterfly wings before closing permanently. Her hands gripped the blanket that she laid on.

"Open your eyes," he said in a soft voice, his tone of voice could serve as evidence that his pleasure coursed through his body. Kali's eyes opened at half-mast; the bottom of her pupils showed. Her lips were pursed and Ryan took the pose as an invitation. Her moans were buried beneath his lips as he kissed her.

"Harder," she sighed, once she felt his lips lift off of hers.

"What?" he growled out.

"Harder... Harder... I want...Please," she moaned.

With a loud, harsh groan, Ryan withdrew his cock and rose off of her pliant form. He kneeled on the mattress. "Get on your hands and knees," he instructed. Kali rolled onto her hands and knees in front of him. She felt his hands hold onto her hips and kept her still as his cock re-introduces itself in the form of a rough thrust. She moaned, her body trembled and her back arched as pleasure ran through her. During their rough rutting, his hands left her hips and sought her shoulders. "Oh yeah," Ryan grunted as he pounded his cock into his concubine's gash. The sounds of their bodies joining filtered into the bedroom.

Ryan never felt this type of pleasure before with Kali. When compared to her previous times, she was now an enthusiastic lover and an active participant versus their previous interludes. He enjoyed the way her cunt clenched at his prick as he pumped into her warmth. He heard how she moaned and mewled in pleasure. He loved it. His eyes reveled in celebration as he watched her upper body writhed and how her lower body wiggled on his dick. During the sessions from the past, which happen to be every one of them, Kali acted as if she was practically comatose. She was quiet, emotionally cold and there was a glaze in her eyes.

"Mmm," Ryan growled as he watched her pretty brown pussy swallow up his thick shaft. "Mmm, do you like this?" The urge to hear her say that she was enjoying herself was strong.

"Y-Yes," she stuttered. Kali cried out in ecstasy as she felt her climax slid into her body with an unsuspecting force. Her eyes shut closed while her body had become tense. A few intense tremors and spasms later, Kali's body sank down onto the soft mattress. Her body felt loose and soft like a pile of clay. "Baby," she sighed into the comforter.

She felt a pulling sensation in her lower body and then a pair of hands on her waist. The hands asked for her to turn onto her back. She complied. Once settled on her back, her eyes focused on the tall and muscular physique that belonged to Ryan. He was still kneeled on the mattress and he filled up the space that was in between her thighs. His svelte, muscular torso was drenched in sweat, making his body glow underneath the soft lighting. His chest rose and fell with each pant that he had taken. His shoulder-length, orange-red hair was moist, wild and unkempt on his head. His neck and face was ruddy with exertion. His light-colored eyes glared at her. The gaze was unnerving for her. She was tempted to back away from him.