White Slaves Ch. 1

The assassin found himself gripped with lust greater than anything he felt before as he eyed the small girl's waiting pucker. He spit on his cock to lubricate himself and pressed the head of his shaft into her waiting ass. He was probably too big and she was not loose enough, but the harem girl's lust would not be denied. She pressed back with the strength of her supple body and he penetrated her sphincter with a lunge that caused him to bite down on his lip. The girl screamed and rubbed her clit furiously as she pumped on his fat cock.

Esmerelda was kissing the assassin deeply, her hand at work between her legs, too. Arrani shouted out with release as his seed spurted into the girl's bowels. The three of them collapsed back onto the furs and lay panting from their carnal exertions. The other harem girls soothed them with gentle massages and cool washcloths as they waited for their turn with the master.

Xena and Milan had reached border by nightfall the next day. He had hidden his uniform beneath a set of flat black garments. They were on the oceanside cliffs, with Calimport one day away. From there they could enlist a mercenary crew and start hunting the marauders. Xena looked from the edge of the cliff to the lights of Calimport. She was delaying her mission greatly, but she had an especially bitter hatred of the slave traders in the east.

If Dunwich lost its arms deal with the Willow River merchants, she knew where to buy more, and she'd have the money to get them herself!

Milan stretched out on the blanket. They wouldn't risk a fire, but with the full moon they wouldn't need any light. Xena came down from the promontory, taking off her cloak and sitting next to him. He could feel her warmth and heard her sigh as she lay back against the tree. He got up promptly.

Xena walked over to where he stood. She touched him softly on the shoulder, felt him tense up.

"Was it something I said?" she said with more of a sarcastic edge than she intended.

"You're a woman."

"Congratulations, professor, you've figured that one out. What do you mean, 'You're a woman?'"

"The hair, the breasts, the soft skin, that's what I mean!"

Xena was speechless. She had been expecting some sort of confession of male ego, like the ones she had heard from so many men who fretted at having a woman at their side in combat. Not this time.

"Ever since I could walk, I've done it with sword or lance in my hand. Justin was right when he teased me about being slave to a mistress called war. I was once a favorite of the princess, you know? I staved off her advances politely but officiously, talking about duty and the king's trust, and all that. The truth was I was scared - scared of her charm and scared of how helpless I was starting to feel. At least Justin had the courage to try."

"A lot of men I've met would rather charge a phalanx of angry knights than admit their feelings for a woman," she said amiably. "Sad, but there's no shame there. And, yes there is more to a warrior's life than battle. There are some thrills that don't sing with the clashing of steel. There are some passions that aren't borne of fury, some lusts that aren't for blood. And now you want to know them."

"I know what I'm missing," he said, flustered, mistaking the meaning of her padded words. "That's what makes it so painful."

Xena stood before him, resting her hands on his shoulders and looking up, deeply into his eyes.

"Among the Sujel tribes there's a custom. They never marry, but before they go off to war, they hold a ceremony where they each choose a mate. They make love, and ride to battle with the next day. The Sujel are warrior tribes, both men and women, and not many reach old age. But those that survive are always carrying life forward off the battlefield..." She bit her lower lip and hoped that he liked what he had seen enough to take her offer.

"Are you uncomfortable with me?" Xena wanted to know.

"No," he answered.

"Are you uncomfortable that I'm more experienced?"

"Not at all."

"Good. I want to share with you everything I know."

Milan looked at her. He kissed her softly. It was a sweet kiss, a kiss to dream on. The next kiss was a little more than a sweet one, and the next was something else. He heard faint pings as she undid the straps of his armor, and he worked to free her of hers.

They stood before each other naked now. She wrapped her arms around his neck and her body fit perfectly against his, as if she had lived just for this moment, had been waiting and hungering for him all her life. His touch roamed over the silky skin of her back, her ass, and her supple thighs. He felt her lips part slightly, and the tip of her tongue brushed across his lips. He did the same and probed farther to meet hers in her mouth. Her tongue was a playful thing, slipping and wrestling with his. The soft strokes of hers seemed to promise what was to come.

She smiled warmly at him as they eased down to the blanket. They knelt opposite each other, content to stare with silent but unabashed admiration. Milan thought as he looked at her that even though she was older and was a warrior, her face was that of a child now - soft, full of wonder, radiant. Xena eased him onto his back. She knelt between his legs, with her hands resting at the tops of his feet. She slowly ran her hands up and down, up and down his legs. She took his cock in one hand and very gently cupped his balls in the other.

She gave his shaft a gentle squeeze and caressed it lightly with the tips of her fingers. Milan shut his eyes and let waves of pleasure roll over him. She kissed him softly, and kissed his chest his stomach, dipping her tongue into his navel. She felt him begin to arch, recognized the language of his body. She stopped and squeezed his cock firmly. "No, no, not yet," she cooed, "There's more. There's so much more."

Milan let out a soft cry as her tongue ran along the underside of his cock. Her lips closed over the head and she sucked softly. She looked up at him as she slid it deeper into her mouth. She pulled her upper lip down over the top of it and flattened her tongue along the bottom. She bobbed her head up and down, adding wet, wilting suction as she ran her hand over his chest and stomach. Milan felt his hands and feet, then his arms and legs start to go numb, all sense abandoning him except for the soft, moist grip of Xena's mouth and the licks of her tongue. Xena watched his face and felt the grip of his hand, until she found his rhythm and kept at it. She decided not to tease him. She wanted to give him a climax that he would remember for the rest of his life, and knew that taking the edge off his lust would help him last longer when she finally gripped his cock in her pussy, which was already swollen and hot with anticipation.

She thrilled inwardly as she felt him flex and snap like puppet with its strings cut. His sperm squirted into her mouth in a long, thick, scalding streams, coating the roof of her mouth. It was so thick it was almost like paste, and she couldn't swallow much. She could see the lust in his eyes when he saw his seed trickling out the side of her mouth, so she shamelessly let it flow between her lips and down her chin. She gathered his cum with her fingertips then licked them clean, then licked up the semen that remained on his cock, all the while keeping her smoky, passionate gaze locked with his.

He pulled her up and kissed her deeply. He rolled her on her back and gripped her knees, pulling them up and open. He left a trail of wet kisses from her ankles, to her knees, and inside her thighs, stopping shy of her flushed, puffy lips. Milan ran the tips of his fingers gently between them, pleasure of his own filling him as her moans and sighs drifted to him. He slid his middle finger deep inside her, rubbing her clitoris lightly with this thumb. Her breath came in excited gasps, her head rolled back and forth as he sucked one of her large, pink nipples as he worked his hand faster.

Xena grinned with triumph, her eyes squeezed shut with ecstasy as Milan ran his tongue between the lips of her pussy. He took long licks that started at the bottom of her pussy and ended at her navel. He pulled the fleshy outer lips between his, sucking and licking with the wettest of intimate kisses.

"What kind of novice are you, young Milan? I've -- ohhhhhh -- never experienced a man who was as good with his mouth as he was when he had talked me into bed!"

"Justin and I traded notes. I told him how to make the house guard and win the princess's favor, and he told me how to please women. I used to dream of this at night as I slept alone."

"Mmmmm. Even Hercules, as strong yet gentle as he was, couldn't make me feel like this. Ahhhhh! Right there, Milan. Ohhhhh yesssss!"

Milan felt a flush of pride to be compared so with Hercules. He rolled his tongue and cradled her engorged clitoris with it. It was Xena's turn to thrash helplessly as he sucked gently. He squeezed her breasts, stroking her nipples between his fingers. Her teeth clenched and head arched back as a string of explosions ripped through her brain and burned her loins.

Milan climbed up and kissed her deeply, letting the warrior princess taste her own dark, hot juices. Xena grabbed his ass and stroked the young stud's cock with satisfaction. It slid powerfully through her fingers as he groaned his eagerness to her. He was ready, and she knew he would feel well rewarded when he felt, with his cock, how hot and swollen her pussy was from his attention.

She pulled him between her legs and scissored them into the small of his back. They kissed deeply, teasing each other with twists of their hips and squeezing each other's ass possessively. Soon they couldn't stand it any longer and worked their loins together. Milan felt the goose-egg head of his cock nudge the wet lips of her pussy open. He pushed his hips forward firmly. Xena's pussy seemed tighter than he thought it should, and he was afraid of hurting her. Xena drew a sharp breath as her pussy stretched around him. She looked up into his eyes when she felt him pause. She gave him a strange, weak smile and nodded. She stifled a moan as he finished his stroke, which caused a burning, stabbing sensation deep within her as he reached her limit and couldn't fit in any farther. Her eyes flew open and her face filled with animal hunger as he pulled out and thrust into her again.

Milan had never felt anything like this in his life. It was like he was part of her, at her very core, and the daggers of pleasure that shot through him as the lips of her pussy slid down to the base of his cock were lancing into her as well. Inside she was very warm, and the walls of her vagina were so slippery but at the same time clinging to the skin of his cock wonderfully. He saw the muscles of her stomach dance and flinched slightly as her nails raked his back. He thrust faster and her hands locked on his hips as powerful jolts racked her body. She seemed to go weak for few moments, then she wrestled him onto his back and squatted astride him..

"Was this what you were dreaming of when we met?" she purred, sliding lazily along him. She crushed herself against him and clamped her mouth over his, her tongue invading his mouth ravenously. As their sweat- slicked bodies slid over each other, Milan could feel Xena's hard, hot nipples poking into his chest as if they wanted to penetrate him. Their gasps and moans mixed together as they felt an immense wave of lust and pleasure build inside. They locked together and felt the world go into a spin as his cum surged into her womb. They writhed as if they were impaled on the same spear of intense pleasure. Their breaths were like blast furnaces against each other's skin as they shared a few more strokes, wincing with the unbearably delicious friction.

"Sleep, my warrior," she whispered as she felt the warm, soft blanket of slumber wrap around them. "The battle awaits us."

To Be Continued...