Chapter 8
Upon my return home after that night, the night of the sacrifice, I slept, for
what must have been a long, long time. For when I woke, it seemed a new season
had begun. I waited for a sign, some contact from my prince, and eventually it
came. Words, telling me to come to his home that night, I must come alone, leave
my shadow behind for once. I felt relief and trepidation; I would be free of
conscience, but bound by my yearning, my need.
I set off early, Munira met me at the gate, her face relaxed and happy, lit by
the thousands of tiny lights that flanked the windows of the great house. The
hall was full of people laughing and talking, I knew barely anyone, but Flute
was there, the perfect hostess, handing out drinks and chatting with the guests.
I felt eyes on me, and turned to see Gabriel in a corner, engaged in
conversation with a beautiful Japanese woman, who was following his line of
vision and now also looking my way. Gabriel whispered something to her, and she
smiled widely, they nodded to me, and, I, with all the dignity I could muster,
nodded back. The image of my last encounter with Gabriel was still firmly at the
forefront of my mind, causing me to blush deep crimson every time I thought of
it.
Flute glided over to me, proffering drinks, I took one and resisted the urge to
pour the entire contents of the glass down my throat. Glad of my reserve, as my
prince hovered into my sights as I took a sip. He came straight to me, and I
felt my heart swell and pound in my chest. He took my hand and led me out of the
room, and up the stairs. I followed in a dream like state, my mind empty of all
but this man whom I loved with every part of my being. He took me to a bedroom,
empty but for a large, four poster bed in the centre, and a mirrored cupboard
that filled the whole of one wall. My drink, I still clutched it, was removed
from my hand, and he lay me down on the bed.
As he caressed me, I felt my body would melt with desire. I was only half
conscious of the restraints being attached to my wrists and ankles, of him
securing me to each corner of the bed. Of the others entering the room.
He raised himself up from me, and stepped back, allowing me to see that there
were six other people now in our company, all strangers, yet familiar to me in
some way. I wasn't scared or worried, I was burning with desire and understood
that whatever might happen would be because he wished it to, all I wanted to be
was this. I think it was at this point that the dawning of realisation came,
that I truly surrendered myself. These people were not of my princes' kind, but
men, they had blood in their veins and need etched into their faces. One came
close, and lifted my dress high above my breasts, revealing my nakedness. Hands
reached out to me, touching my skin, sending ripples of aching want through my
body, to my soul. They murmured words of lust as they touched, and I strained
upwards to meet their inquisitive fingers. Relief poured into me as they each
probed inside me, deeply. Others stroked my face, my mouth, and my breasts.
The group dispersed, I thought it was over and couldn't believe how disappointed
I felt. Then a lone man came forward, he removed his clothing and mounted me,
his arousal so great I thought I would split in two as he pierced my thighs. It
was finished quickly, the others the same, six men entered me one after the
other, and by the time the last man was done the first was ready again. He
straddled my chest and pushed himself into my mouth; I gagged, and then relaxed
as his hips found a rhythm. My feet were untied, my legs lifted to allow another
man to enter me, my legs over his shoulders as he forced himself where only
Gabriel had been before. Then my hands were too released, I was turned onto my
side to enable two men to enclose me, I felt them both inside me, moving in
unison. My desires waxed and waned. When I thought I could take no more another
man would approach, hungry, his hands would coax my body to a state of arousal,
and it would start again.
Finally, after many, many hours, the men left. Flute tiptoed into the room where
I lay, truly spent. She had such a glint in her eye, I knew that she shouldn't
be there, her face danced with mischief. I was easily manipulated, such was my
exhaustion. She laid me on my back, and pulled my legs until they rested over
the edge of the bed. Kneeling before me, she parted my thighs and nuzzled at my
belly. She spread me open with her hands and placed her tongue upon me, soon
kissing and sucking at my tender, swollen clitoris. She lapped at the fluids
leaking from me, a million different releases poured from me, mingling with my
own. I didn't think it possible, but once more, a raging sensation ripped
through me as I gave myself up to the roaring crescendo of my release.
