struggled to her feet, swaying, but to her relief it was only Arlais, and she carried a beautiful white flower in her hand as she came forward toward Cinnia.
“Isn’t it lovely?” she said as she exhibited the star-shaped flower, “Smell!” And she stuck the blossom beneath Cinnia’s nose, smiling.
A seductive fragrance rose up, assailing Cinnia’s nostrils with an elusive, but potent scent. Unable to help herself Cinnia breathed deeply, and as she did her eyes slowly closed, and she crumpled to the floor.
“Come, ladies,” Arlais called to her companions. “Cinnia must be bathed quickly, and made ready for our dear lord.”
The five women carried the unconscious girl to the baths, and bathed her as they had that first day. Then wrapping her in a fresh clean silk robe the color of an apricot they carried her back to her bedchamber where the serving woman had already remade the bed with fresh linens. Cinnia was laid upon the bed, and the five woman hurried out, passing Ahura Mazda as they went.
Arlais closed the bedchamber door behind their husband, smiling, well pleased. “The rest is now up to him,” she said to the others.
“He’ll do his part,” Minau said.
“I can only hope she satisfies him,” Volupia said. “I can hardly sit today.”
Her companions laughed. They could but imagine what was going on now behind that closed door as Cinnia would just about now be opening her eyes.
“Where am I?” Cinnia asked drowsily.
“In our wedding chamber, my precious,” Ahura Mazda said.
“You are still exhausted.” He bent and pressed a soft kiss upon her lips. “You need some wine, and a bit of nourishment to revive you.” A gold goblet studded with rubies appeared in his hand. Cradling her shoulders with one hand he raised her into a seated position and put the goblet to her lips. “Can you drink a little for me, my darling?” he asked gently.
Should she be drinking this wine? The thought flitted across her consciousness, but then she began to sip from the goblet. She was so very thirsty, and the cool, sweet wine slipped down her parched throat. “It’s good,” she murmured, drinking more.
“Aye,’ tis good, my precious,” he murmured. Removing the cup from her, he handed her a small iced cake. “And these are good, too.” He fed her the cake, which Cinnia gobbled down, and then another.
She took the goblet from him. “I want more!” she said as she now drank deeply.
“You may have whatever you desire, my precious,” he told her, smiling at her.
He was so handsome, Cinnia thought. His aquamarine-blue eyes were beautiful, and went so well with his close-cropped silver gilt hair. He was naked but for a length of silk wrapped around his loins. Reaching out, she ran her hand over his bare chest. “I am your bride?” she asked him innocently. “And this is our wedding night?”
“You are my bride, Cinnia,” he said, “and yes, this is our wedding night.” He took her hand, turning it to kiss both her wrist and palm.
A little thrill raced through her. “My mind is clouded,” she said.
“It has been an exciting day,” he said. “All you need remember with certainty is that I love you. You are mine, Cinnia! Mine alone! Now let me worship you as any bridegroom would.” His fingers undid the sash about her silk robe, baring her body to his sight. His look of pleasure touched her.
“Have we taken pleasures before, my lord?” she asked him shyly.
“Nay, but you are not a virgin, my precious. Your first husband is dead,” he told her. How much about passion she remembered he didn’t know, and so he had told the lie in order to reassure her that everything was well. Reaching out, he cupped one of her breasts. It was the size and shape of a plump autumn apple. He fondled it gently, marveling at the softness of her skin. Unable to help himself he pinched the nipple of the breast, puckering it. Then lowering his head he took the nipple in his mouth and began to suck upon it, now and again nipping at it with his teeth.
“Ohhh, oh!” Cinnia murmured, realizing that she was quite enjoying the sensation of his mouth on her breast, his teeth on her nipple. She squirmed from her robe, and when he pressed her back into the pillows again she reached out and pulled the wrap from his loins. “Let me! Let me!” she cried to him, pushing him away from her breast and onto his back. Then rising to her knees she hovered over him, licking at his nipples.
“Ohh, I like doing that!” she said. “Do you like it, my lord?”
“Aye, very much,” he told her. Her eagerness was more than he had dared to anticipate. His heart was thundering in his chest, and his cock was growing harder with each passing minute. Still her memory would be impaired for hours to come. There was no rush to have her. Reaching out he caught her head, and brought it to his. His lips touched hers, and he felt fire. Ahura Mazda kissed Cinnia slowly, deeply. His tongue pushed into her mouth to dance with her tongue.
Cinnia enjoyed his kisses. His mouth was sensual and warm against hers. Somewhere in her thoughts she remembered that she liked taking pleasures very much. Drawing away from him she surprised him by straddling him. Then she began to press kisses across his torso. Her tongue followed her lips. She enjoyed the taste of his flesh. It was intoxicating, and aroused her senses. She nipped playfully at his nipples now, and then moving quickly away she licked and kissed her way down his lean, hard body. Her eyes widened as they gazed upon his cock. It was enormous. Thick and very long. She slid her body past it, and then, her knees on either side of his thighs, she leaned forward and enclosed the manhood with her breasts, rubbing it up and down between them.
He watched her, both astounded and delighted. Cinnia had an obvious gift for passion. He watched her playing with his cock, holding back his own lust briefly. But then he could bear no more without satisfaction of his own. “My precious, your wicked desires have me afire. I must share them with you.”
“What would you have me do, my lord?” Cinnia asked him.
“Turn about,” he said, and when she did he pulled her back so that her sex was now within easy reach of his tongue. “Now put my cock back between your pretty tits, and continue on while I delight you, and I will,” he promised her. Parting her nether lips, which were already swollen and moist, he began to tongue her pleasure jewel as he let her rub his swollen cock between her plump breasts. When she began to lick at the tip of it, however, Ahura Mazda knew he could resist her no longer. Nipping her jewel sharply so that she squealed, he rolled her over onto her back, straddling her.
“You are going to fuck me, aren’t you?” Cinnia purred up at him.
“You are very big, my lord. I do not think I have ever had bigger than you.” She clung to him, drawing his silver gilt head down to her so that their lips were almost touching.
“You haven’t,” he said. “This is why little mortal maidens like you want Yafir lovers. Our cocks are much larger than mere mortal men.”
“Will it hurt me?” she pouted at him.
“You will receive me nicely, I suspect,” he told her, moving closer to the entrance of her sheath. “I will put just the tip of it in you,” he said, and he kissed her mouth as he did. She was deliciously wet and hot.
“Ohh, that’s nice,” Cinnia said. “Give me a little more of your cock, my lord.” And he did as she had requested. “Ohh, it is so hard and thick,” she whispered against his lips. “I must have more!” And when he pushed farther into her she purred against his ear, her little tongue encircling the whorl of it. “More! More! More! Give me more!”
He was trembling like a maid, for she was the most exciting woman he had ever known. He thrust farther and farther and farther.
With a half cry, half groan, Ahura Mazda drove himself into her as far as he could, and her legs wrapped themselves about him so that he might imbed himself to the hilt of his cock. “There, you adorable sorceress!” he hissed at her. “You have it all!”
He began to ride her fiercely, and to his delight her own lusts rose up and threatened to overcome his. He drove himself into her as she had demanded of him. Hard and deep! Hard and deep! She screamed beneath him as he pounded against her, encouraging him onward until he felt his manhood growing tighter and tighter, and finally
