Erotica: Hanar’s New Life

“Hanar! What are you doing so far from court? They’re up at QaN’Del, aren’t they?”

“His Majesty sends me to Murabet that I might serve Queen Reah and King Preece. I’m to travel with you. I have my own supplies for the baby and a purse to pay for whatever else I need. And two soldiers in plain dress,” she nodded to them.

“Well of course you should travel with us. Kayla will help you all she can and we’ll both enjoy the company. I certainly won’t be needing much with all my projects boxed up and out of reach. Do you come with us to Murabet?” he asked one of the soldiers.

“I’m only to see her onto the boat in Baan Harbor and the boat cast off,” he said. “We’ll sleep on the porch in the front and not be in the way. We have our own food.”

Over the course of the evening, Kayla warmed to the idea of another woman and a baby on the trip, and started to play a finger game she knew from her homeland. The boy loved it and tried to move his fingers the same way to imitate her. She held his hands and walked him the length of the room and he took his first steps alone from Kayla to Hanar to nurse. 

To better hide his identity, Hanar called him Shane, shortened from Dushane, his middle name. No one would question who he belonged to when she was the one nursing him and his hair was as dark as hers.

Beds made on the floor, because the bedframe had already gone, Kayla insisted Hanar and the baby join them to keep warm. Some jostling in the night and then a sudden “Taol, no. There’s another woman and her baby in the bed!”

“So,” he chuckled. “You’re my wife and I want you.”

“Well I can’t. Not like this. Go find a whore.”

Hanar turned her head. “We could switch places.”

Stillness and silence. 

“You’d do that?” Kayla asked.

“Well, yes. That’s what I’m for. I eat slave bread. I have a supply. And we have before. But only if it wouldn’t upset you, Kayla.”

“You have before?” Kayla questioned.

“I have several times been a guest at Preece’s private dinner parties,” Casir said. “Hanar has graced my cock more than once.”

“This is me switching places. You can fuck her all you want and not bother me,” Kayla grumped, lifting up so Hanar could scoot backwards. “Just be quiet so I can sleep.”

Hanar shimmied out of her nightdress to be naked, and reached behind to stroke his hardness. Angling her buttocks backward toward him to offer herself, she was at once invaded. Casir wasted no time filling her, but was not rough in his use. When she reached climax, she contained herself in a shiver with breath held.

“Come with me,” he said when Kayla snored, and took Hanar by the hand.

Through the back door to the porch, to the cot always there for sleeping on hot nights. Pulled away from the wall for more room, he sat on it.

“Suck me for a while. Kayla hates doing it so I don’t make her often.”

“Hates it? Is a Midan slave allowed to hate a sexual act?” she joked, lowering gracefully to her knees in the moonlight to begin a long and slow mouth service.

“She is from Unada and has had a very different life from you, dear. She does things because it’s her duty as wife and slave, not because she enjoys them or enjoys pleasing me. She didn’t learn sex that way and I can’t fix it. She’ll tell you herself on our voyage, I’m sure. If you like, I’ll ask Preece if you can be my second slave, to relieve Kayla of the burden except when she wants to. Or maybe she’ll like your oral pleasures and participate more. Then you’ll have a home and not need to be concerned with where you’ll be or what you’ll do. And you can be the mouth that lives under my work table to service me through my day. I have always enjoyed your mouth. And if I recall, you like how I spank. I can’t do that with Kayla. She cannot be struck in any way, even for pleasure. You can be my sex slave and she my wife.”

Hanar forgot her horrible mission for a moment. As of the moment Axlar had given her his orders, she technically belonged to Preece. But there was nothing bad about contingency plans. That he thought it up rather than she would go a long way when they talked to Preece. Master wanting slave was far less like a slave plotting and manipulating to get what she wanted.

Cheek resting on his thigh, she smiled up at him.

“I think I would like that, Master Casir.”

“Show me how much you would like that and we’ll live with the assumption that he will let me keep you.”

A more vigorous mouth and after he spent, he took her inside to the empty bedroom for a good hard spanking behind a closed door. One she desperately needed, and let the pain of his hard hand take her over the edge into a purge of tears.

“What’s wrong?” Casir asked when he first noticed she was crying.

“It’s okay, Master,” she sniffed, turning her head on her arms. “I don’t want it to end. Truly. I’ve not had good days this week. I just need to cry.”

He gave her something to cry about, spanking as hard and fast as he wanted through her tears until she finally stopped crying and lay still and silent across his thighs and the hard wood floor.

“Turn over onto the floor,” he said, and waited for her to move and lie with her arms overhead and wrists crossed.

Her feet planted on the surface, knees bent and up and parting wide to offer herself from eyes to puss. Her breasts were much larger than usual, full with milk.

“Do you need lubrication for your ass?” he asked.

“Not really, Master.”

“Good. It’s packed in our travel bag and I cannot fuck Kayla’s ass anyway.”

Hanar smiled up to him. 

“Please fuck my ass, Master. Nothing would give me greater pleasure.”

He groaned with the sudden swelling hardness of his cock.

“Keep talking.”

“If it please you, Master, to hear me say how good it would feel for you to ream my ass deep and hard until you fill it with your cum.” 

Deep and hard she got, and continued to encourage him with “More, Master, please” and “I can take you harder if it would satisfy you, Master.”

Harder he did, thrilled to his balls to indulge himself in ways he couldn’t bring himself to do to Kayla.

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