Her mind was clearer now, but her arousal returned at seeing him gripping himself. She parted her lips. The ache between her legs was intense, guiding her to the desire to feel him inside of her; even if she did not know what that would feel like, it was as if she did. She knew it was the only thing that would satisfy her, the only way to be released from the grip of her needs.
“I want to feel you inside of me,” she found herself saying, and she moved her hand toward his manhood, the intent to pull him toward her, inside of her, at the forefront of her mind. She twisted as she did this, wanting him to take her in her ‘cunny,’ to have him make her his, no longer a maid.
The words left her mouth without her having thought of them at all; it sounded almost like another person’s voice. Saying it made her feel even dirtier, but in a delicious way.
The effect of her words on Sedrak was intoxicating; he grimaced, and his cock hardened even more in his hand at what she’d said. She felt it throb on her fingertips as she reached for him. “Leola,” he said, his voice hoarse.
She closed her eyes, awaiting the feel of him inside her. When she did, he groaned, and pushed her hand away, turning her back around. She tried to edge her pussy to his cock; inside, she could feel her body pulsing and ready for him.
But Sedrak did not enter her: he pushed his hand against her lower back and used his hand to bring himself to his own release. Her eyes darted from his face to his member, in her confusion. When he threw his head back and shouted she stared at the throbbing red head of his cock.
It flexed and a torrent of his essence ejected from the tip, splattering over her creamy bottom.
As he groaned through his emission she watched more fluid pulsing from his cock. It landed on her other buttock, on the small of her back, some on her thighs.
Spent, he staggered back, staring at the mess he’d left on her soft skin. He wiped the sweat off his brow and shook his head, then looked up into her eyes. “Leola,” he panted.
She could not read his emotions clearly. Had she displeased him?
He touched her, his fingers moving over her body as she rolled to face him. Their eyes met, and she tried again to pull him toward her. But he resisted.
“Master,” she said, her voice a whisper. “Have I done something wrong?”
Sedrak’s eyes narrowed in confusion, and for a moment it seemed as if she had spoken a language he did not understand. “Wrong?” he panted, shaking his head.
“You do not… take me as… as you said you would,” she said.
Sedrak closed his eyes, and shook his head again. “You do not understand,” he said. He opened them, and looked at her for a long time.
Then, just before rising, dismissively, he said, “You are a maid.”
He said it with such finality, as if it explained everything, that for a moment Leola did not know what to say. She sat up, pulling a fur with her, and watched as Sedrak, seeming almost angry, crossed the tent to pour himself some wine.
“But I thought that I was your—”
“You do not know what you speak of,” he said gruffly.
Leola was shocked into silence, her mouth open. Tears welled in her eyes. She looked at her bare feet. Why was he so sudden to change his mood, so hot and cold? What had she done? Why did he no longer want her?
She waited, her vision blurring with her tears, her chest cold and empty. She did not notice him crossing the room, falling onto his knee next to her.
“Leola,” he said, and her name on his lips sent shivers through her. “Leola, Leola, my sweet plaything. Do not cry. You have not displeased me.”
She looked at him. “I do not understand you,” she almost spat. “I do not know what you want from me.”
Sedrak sighed deeply, his chest rising with the weight of his heavy breath. He shook his head. “I cannot have what I want from you, Leola,” he said quietly.
Then he rose, and called for Barval. At the flap of the tent he shared words in a low voice with his servant.
When he came back, he went to the fire and began to tend to it. “I am going out. You will remain here. The fire will last until morning but Barval will ensure that it is tended to should it begin to die.”
Leola stared at him. “What… what?” she asked. “What will you… do?”
Sedrak pulled heavy furs over his torso, and without looking at her, declared, “I am my own man, a king. I do what I please.”
And with that, he left, leaving Leola to stare after him in wonderment and utter confusion, before falling onto the furs, curling up, and staring at the flickering shadows on the side of the tent.
Night fell, and the sounds of the feast filled the air around her. But Sedrak did not return.
Barval brought a plate heaped high with food, and looked at her mistrustfully before setting it on a table and leaving. Leola looked sadly at the food, at the dress she had been meant to wear, and her vision blurred again with tears.
She stared at the shadows on the walls of the tent, and at some point she must have fallen asleep, the sound of the feast still scattered about her in the night.
Chapter 11
She awoke to the sound of a clatter, and sat up in the furs, straining to see in the light of the now-dying fire. She recognized the bulk of Sedrak’s great form, as he labored to bend over and scoop a goblet from the ground. When he stood up, Leola could see that
