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Anaïs didn’t take her eyes off of the flame in the middle of the tent, the fire’s red glow reflected back in her amber eyes. The wind outside made the tent’s flaps smack against the hide it was made out of.
But despite how much the wind howled, it was no match for the howling of her tribesmen. It had been a constant noise ever since their old khan was challenged, and defeated.
There were cheerful howls, chantings of support for the new khan, and a customary slaughter of those who supported the old khan.
Anaïs was silent as she sat on the carpets in her tent, listening to the males outside and the soft crackling of the little firepit in the middle of the octagonal tent. Her tent. It would’ve been the home of her mother and sisters too, if she had any.
Alas, she was the sole female sired by the old khan. Maybe it was for the best, as her mother and sisters would surely share her coming fate…
She sat solemnly as she recalled the fight in great detail. As she was female it was forbidden for her to be a spectator of duels, but she knew that she just had to watch this time. It was her father that had been challenged after all, and while she held no love or concern for him, she wanted to be an eyewitness to duel.
The man who had challenged him was a beast that had come from the west.
The old khan didn’t hold anything back, and showed him all the fury and bloodthirst of a Son of the Sands. But, while the khan was fire and death, aggressive and rash, his challenger was calm and met each clash with well planned strikes of his own, spaded blade. Despite his hulking size, he was fast and swift on his feet.
It was that calmness that won him the duel, as the moment the khan left him the tiniest of opening in his attacks, the beast cleaved him with his sword. Splitting him in half, from left shoulder to his right side.
Her father’s blood satiated the hungry sands that night.
Anaïs was brought out of her thoughts when she heard the flap to her tent open and two familiar frames entered.
She didn’t look up from the fire to greet her two brothers.
“Has the new Khan asked for his prize yet?” She just asked with a scoff, but when her brothers didn’t reply she glanced over her shoulder at them.
They were holding ropes in their hands, and Áliz, her younger brother, gave their elder brother Gür a somewhat skeptical look. Anaïs’ thin eyebrows furrowed as she too felt a twinge of concern, but it was all her body language did to tell.
“Aye, that he has, sister” Gür smirked and tugged at the rope in his large hands, ignoring Áliz. “On your feet”
Anaïs gritted her teeth. She knew her place, but she couldn’t stand to hear her brother commanding her like a thrall.
With a low growl she slowly stood up. However, not fast enough for Gür as he took a few long strides and grabbed her by the scruff of her neck like a disobedient pup. He yanked her to her feet as she let out a surprised cry, and had to muster all the self-restraint she possessed to not punch him in the gut in response.
The pitch black and brown jackal snarled at her as he pushed her up against the nearest support beam, forcing her arms behind her back.
“I hope our Khan teaches you how to serve, you bitch” She could smell alcohol on his breath as he leaned over her, pressing her against the beam with all his strength. “I know you were watching the duel. Bitches like you have been fed to the sands for less...”
To get him to let go, Anaïs let out a submissive whimper. Thankfully he couldn’t see the rage burning in her eyes at the treatment. She had no love for their father, but she felt nothing but contempt for her brothers. Or for their tribe in general…
“Wh-what’re you doing…?” Anaïs barely held back another growl as Gür’s sharp claws dug into her arms as he held her still, forcing ropes around her wrists. It took her everything not to struggle free.
“The Khan’s orders” Gür scoffed. “Apparently one of his little bitches just had an accident, and he doesn’t want a repeat offense”
‘One of his little bitches?’ Anaïs let out a groan, both from the sharp ropes digging into her wrists and arms, but also because of the worrying implication of that sentence.
It sounded like he had some other slaves near him. Probably breeders.
She didn’t look forward to becoming one of them. It would just be her luck…
Suddenly she felt a sharp pain in her arms as Gür twisted her wrists upwards and tied them tightly together and she let out a sharp gast. This time she couldn’t hold herself back and with an angry snarl threw her head back to get her brother to back off.
A pained grunt left him as the back of her head connected with his muzzle and she felt him stagger back a few steps, only to lunge forward again.
He angrily growled her name and dug his claws into her neck as he slammed her against the beam again. Anaïs recoiled in pain and squirmed in her restraints as she felt her brother press her head against the wood, putting in all his weight as if he was trying to slowly crush her skull.
“You’ve always been such a fucking nuis-”
“Hey, Gür!” Áliz finally spoke, and as he grabbed his elder brother’s shoulder to pull him away, Anaïs felt how the weight that was threatening to crack her head like an egg lifted. “Don’t. She ain’t gonna be our problem now anyhow”
Gür felt like he was hesitating, but then he let her head go with a sigh.
“And thank the fucking Sand God for that!” Gür snarled and yanked the rope out of Áliz’ hands to finish tying Anaïs. “You might be lucky father’s blood was the one spilled, sister. Wouldn’t want our mother’s fate to fall on yourself now would you?”
…
Later, Anaïs found her patience to completely run out.
After her brothers had her tied up, still insisting it was the new khan’s order, they had stripped her of her clothes and carried her through the camp. Like some dishonored prey.
They took her to what had once been her fathers’ tent, and as a final act of humiliation Gür decided to hoist her and let her dangle in the air from one of the supporting rafters.
Her legs were then tied to a long piece of firewood, to keep her legs wide open.
After they had left, Anaïs had really tried to stay calm, but this was just too much. She had had it.
She didn’t care if she was tied up, but all this pushed her to lash out and try to wriggle free. She managed to raise her knees so she could try to gnaw off the ropes on her legs at least, but just as her sharp teeth were starting to work on the ropes, she suddenly heard steps approaching.
Slow, heavy steps.
She stopped and perked her ears, listening closely as someone entered the tent from behind her, and she heard an amused chuckle chill the room.
“They were certainly not lying when they said they’d made sure you couldn’t run off” Like the steps, the growl sounded like it came from someone, or something, large and intimidating.
Anaïs stopped trying to get out of her ropes and tried to turn her head to get a better look at the new khan, but she didn’t have to, as he slowly stalked his way around to her front.
She hadn’t been told who the challenger was, or even his name. But if the mens’ chanting had clued her in then his name must be “Shomari”.
He looked even bigger up close, with broad shoulders and arms and legs the size of logs. The armor he had worn during the duel had been taken off, as all he was wearing now was a pair of tassels.
Hard muscles was covered by a shaggy fur in reddish browns, dark gray and white patches. On his head and around his neck was covered by a thick mane, and in his yellow eyes she could swear she could see the fires of the Damned Lands itself.
She didn’t say anything as he gripped her chin and lifted her head, studying her slender, strong body with a pleased grin.
“Perfect” He murred and pulled her closer with his other hand. “You are… familiar however. I thought I saw you at the duel” He paused, his eyes going down to her round, perky breasts and exposed pussy. “But I thought Daughters of the Sand were forbidden from witnessing such events...”
Anaïs hesitated, but then she spoke with a low voice. “I had to see my father’s death with my own eyes”
Shomari went silent, and she couldn’t tell if there was a spark of surprise or impression in his eyes. “I also thought it was forbidden for the Daughters to learn the common tongue?”
Now it was her turn to go silent for a minute. Not in shame, however.
When she opened her mouth, there was a bitterness in her voice.
“That’s possible. There are many things Daughters are forbidden from, Khan. Too fucking many for me to keep track of, so forgive for forgetting a few here and there”
She didn’t know what kind of reaction she had expected, but it definitely wasn’t the loud, rumbling laughter as the new khan threw his head back. Anaïs averted her eyes, unsure of what was going through his mind at that comment until he slowly ceased, although he still had an amused smirk tugging on the corners of his lips.
“I see how it is… thankfully for you, my rules are simple” He murred again, and used the thumb on the hand he was holding her to him with, to slowly reach down and rub her clit. The touch from his large, clawed digit made her tense up. “From now on you belong to me. You will do as I say, when I say it, how I say it. As long as you obey me, serve me and pleasure me, your life will be good. And in case that is too much for you, worry not; because you will be shackled with my other girls during the times I don’t want you on my cock”
His voice grew colder at the last bit, and his grip on her chin tightened while his thumb pressed against her clit, making her wince visibly.
“I have no patience for troublemakers anymore. If you fail any of my rules, you will be punished. Harshly” The khan’s grin vanished for a moment as he stared into her eyes. Feeling as if he was staring right into her soul. “Have I made myself clear? Or must I repeat myself?”
Anaïs didn’t budge when she met his eyes again, although the way he was rubbing her slit still made her tremble in her restrains. “Y-yes… Khan Shomari. I understand just fine”
Convinced by the genuinity in her voice, the smirk returned. “Good girl” He said with a pleased murr, and pulled her closer to his hips, where his red tip was already parting his tassels.
Anaïs didn’t look down, but she could feel his member harden as he pressed it up against her pussy. She felt her pulse pick up. She had never had a man inside her before. Her brothers had made sure nobody else would be able to claim her until their father deemed someone worthy of her blood.
Well, now a worthy one had certainly been found…
She glanced down, past his red, massive member rubbing against her exposed clit, and onto the floor of the tent. The carpets and hides had been removed, to allow for her blood and his seed to drip down on the sand beneath their feet. They had to be mixed, and sacrificed to the sands to make his claim of her virginity legitimate.
Part of her had thought that this would never happen, and that she would remain as a servant to her father and brothers for the rest of her life. But clearly, she was wrong.
She looked up at Shomari’s face again, her own facial expression was unmoving. She was going to face her husband through it, eye to eye. He was going to know that she wasn’t one of the tribe’s mewling, pitiful slave-wives.
She wasn’t fearful, but she couldn’t stop her heart from beating hard against her ribs. She had heard that the pain was worse than childbirth. And from seeing the size of his cock, the soft barbs lining his shaft, and the thick, throbbing knot at the end, she worried that those stories were true.
But she didn’t get any more time to fret about it until Shomari’s grip on her hips tightened with a snarl, and he pushed his hips forward. His tapered tip pushed into her tight slit, and forced her entrance open. Anaïs let out a low gasp just as he pushed himself in a few inches. She felt a sharp stinging pain, but so far that was it.
He widened his stance as he thrust again with a grunt, and his back arched as he clearly savored the moment as her tight pussy squeezed around his shaft. She felt the barbs scrape against her walls, and she bit down on her lower lip to keep herself from whimpering. While the stinging pain intensified, she had to admit that she liked the way the barbs felt as he raked her walls with each powerful move.
Anaïs’ back curled up a little as she tensed up around him, in response to him pulling his cock back. Only to thrust back in barely a moment later.
Her toes curled and her hands scratched against the ropes around her arms. His claws dug into her hips as he pulled her into his thrusts, until she could feel his knot throb against her clit. She hadn’t even noticed how he had pushed more and more inside her.
A soft whine of pleasure escaped her lips and she felt her body trembling. This wasn’t bad.
She felt her warm blood run down from her pussy and dripping from her ass, and a slight burning was felt everytime he moved. But other than that she only felt how his throbbing member made his barbs tickle inside her, and the way he was rubbing and raking her walls sent little shivers through her body that she just couldn’t control.
With a growl he pulled her closer against his hips, pushing that fat bulb up against her as she whimpered again.
“You really like this, don’t you?” His voice was low and growling, yet she could hear the smirk on his lips in it. He started grinding his knot against her clit as he moved his hips in a circular motion, pushing himself up against her without pulling back.
Anaïs whined and trembled as she bucked against him in return. She did like it. She liked it a lot so far.
He understood her response as a yes, and with a smirk on his lips he raised his hand up to gently cup her chin and gently stroked her lips with his thumb.
“Good girl...” He growled deeply, and grinded his knot against her clit again. “Then I want to hear you beg for it, like a good little bitch, and I will reward you. Let me hear you scream for my knot, and you will learn of the good things I give to those I deem worthy”
Anaïs’ eyebrows furrowed, but she didn’t straight out refuse at once.
She had never liked the idea of submitting to the men in her life, and she definitely blamed her mother for that side of her.
As she panted and squirmed she looked down again, watching his knot press up against her clit everytime her hips bucked.
But at the same time, she didn’t want to be known for causing trouble like some stubborn brat. She gave respect freely to those who deserved it, those who treated her differently than her brothers and father did.
With her new Khan, she felt torn. So far, while she wasn’t fond of this unusual bondage he had ordered her to be put in, he hasn’t treated her like dirt. He was definitely demanding obedience and submission, and was already clear on her position with him, but he wasn’t trying to punish her for breaking her peoples’ laws. All he was talking about so far was rewarding her for submitting, and if that was everything on his mind at the moment…
“Y-yes please, Lord Shomari...” She spoke softly and lowly, with a whisper loud enough for him to hear. “I… I have never felt a knot inside me before… and yours… yours must be larger than any Son’s. Please… let your knot be my first, and only”
Shomari let out another one of his deep, pleased murrs and brought her bound body closer to his, and leaned down closer to her ears. “That’s a good start”
His hips pushed forward again, hard and sudden. His knot smacked against her clit as he grunted with pleasure, and then began thrusting. Already bucking against her hard and fast.
Anaïs let out a soft yip as he held her suspended body and used her tight, virgin hole to pleasure himself. He pulled her into his thrusting hips, their bodies colliding with soft smacks, in a fast-paced rhythm.
Anaïs arched her back, clawing at her ropes as she gasped and moaned. His barbed shaft raked and tickled her walls and folds, while his knot tapped against her sensitive clit. All sensations which made her body pulse and writhe with pleasure unlike anything she had felt before.
She had played with herself before, true, but nothing she had done to herself felt even remotely like this. She quite preferred it.
She glanced down through semi-closed eyes, watching her breasts bounce and her Khan’s cock hammering into her again and again. She listened to his feral grunts and growls, responding with her own mewls and growls of pleasure.
The bulge his sizeable member left on her lower abdomen moved with his hips, movements she could feel every detail of.
“F-fuck… p-please...” She whimpered as her body squirmed in her restraints. “Please, Khan Shomari… fuck m-me… knot me…”
She felt no shame in this begging. She wanted this. She needed this.
And another thought hit her, through the mind-numbing pleasure that was beginning to fill her; her brothers expected her to be miserable. It was like they wanted her to hate her place.
But, if she could feel enjoyment from her khan’s cock, it might infuriate them…
As she heard Shomari growl in pleasure from her begging, she whined louder. “Knot me! Breed m-me! I’m yours! P-please, Khan! Let me serve you!”
As she whined and mewled with need, Shomari leaned backwards. Tightening his grip on her hips as he began to thrust harder and harder, slamming his hips up against her tight, wet pussy again and again.
She felt his claws dig into her skin, but she didn’t care. She threw her head back with a happy bark. She felt the pleasure slowly taking over her, and she did nothing to fight it. She wanted to feel every second of it, all at once.
She wasn’t riding the edge for long. With repeated, well aimed thrusts against certain spots inside her she felt how she was pushed closer and closer to her climax, and just as she felt her mind go blank and explode in a white void of pure pleasure, she arched her back again.
She howled, for the first time in her life. A high-pitched, long howl of pleasure. She wanted them all to hear her, and hear him give her something that she knew she would never get had she been given to one of the Sons.
Shomari’s thrusts slowed down as he instead began to thrust harder. Within three, solid thrusts and with a deafening roar of delight, he had managed to slam his knot into her squeezing pussy. Through her haze she could feel his knot swell and push against her walls, and the sensation made her howl turn into a scream.
Her womanhood immediately began to squeeze and milk him for his seed, which he pumped into his new fucktoy with hard, trembling bucks while he kept her pulled down against him. Anaïs’ body bucked against him in return. She could feel their mixed juices drip from her and onto the sand below, but for the moment she didn’t care about the cultural significance of it. All she cared about was the pleasure coursing through her body.
Even as it began to fade, she still felt numb and tingly. Her body kept bucking and trembling in her restraints, and her chest heaved with her deep, exhausted breaths.
She kept her head leaning back, staring up at the roof of the tent with a blank, blissful expression as she fought to regain her breathing, pulse and senses.
When she finally began to react to the world again was when she felt Shomari stroke her jaw and throat with his thumb. Still panting, she turned her eyes to him and saw the pleased grin on his face.
He didn’t say anything, like her he was panting and growling with delight as he once again looked over her bound body, still dangling in the air with his knot buried deep inside her.
“K… Khan Shomari...” Anaïs finally managed to steady her voice again enough for talking. “Am… am I pleasing to you?”
“Very” Shomari grunted and leaned back. “I have a feeling I will have even more use for you than I first expected”
She frowned slightly in puzzlement. “Wh-what do you mean, Khan?”
He paused, his large, sharp claws lightly pinching and playing with her nipples as he was silent for a few beats.
“You want to learn how to fight, don’t you?” He then continued. “I saw you watching the fight. I saw the way you were watching. Every move we made you followed closely, and tried to anticipate the next move either of us would made. You were taking notes, and studying. Am I right?”
It was her turn to go silent again, but she soon had to admit with a low sigh. “Y-yes… I’m sorry, I know it’s forbidden. But-”
“Do not apologize. I want to see what you can do” He cut her off, making Anaïs glance up at him again. Her eyes wide in surprise and confusion. “I will be happy to let you train, on one condition” His eyes focused on her again. His cold, yellow eyes that more than likely had been the last thing countless of lives had seen before he took them.
“I need someone to keep my other girls under control. I… don’t trust them. Not anymore” As he spoke, his voice was serious and commanding. As if he was giving her an important mission. “You seem dependable, but I want to know that I can trust you entirely before I let either you or them walk freely again. If I train you, and you show me what you’re capable of, I want you to watch over the other girls. Is that clear?”
She was silent, in surprise rather than anything. This khan was getting more and more interesting by the minute, and it was like he knew what would piss her family off the most. And how much she enjoyed the thought of her brothers suffering…
With a solemn nod, Anaïs gave her answer. “Clear as the day, Khan Shomari”