0 comments/ 12597 views/ 3 favorites The Zamoran Bride Ch. 01 By: Asobininryochan Chapter 01: The Wedding Night Upon the command of his father, Adi prepared to consummate his marriage to Ilyana Ivanova, daughter of a merchant trying to curry favor with his father. The Governor of Aqaba's connections with the Zuagirs assured the safety of those wanting to cross the Eastern Desert. Of course, a trader desiring to traverse the aforementioned wasteland must cultivate a friendly relationship with the governor in order to obtain his protection. While the herd of horses from Bhalkhana impressed Governor Hassan of Aqaba, he thought an additional gift might persuade him to extend the hand of friendship to Ivan Yuriev. Reluctantly, the merchant returned with Ilyana, a child he originally planned to wed to a count whose pedigree and Bhalkhanan estates might elevate him to higher status in Zamoran society. Since her value lay in her virtue, Ivan the Horse Trader strove to isolate Ilyana from the vices of his people. Educated in etiquette and other social refinements, Ilyana spent the majority of her eighteen years of life learning to please her future spouse. When he presented her to the governor, Ivan thought that Hassan may wish to take his daughter into his seraglio. However, the Governor of Aqaba surprised him by declaring that his seventh son -- a boy of twenty-one years named Adi -- will have the honor of deflowering the beautiful maiden on her wedding night. The exact reason of Hassan's decision to marry Ilyana Ivanova to his son, hidden to Ivan Yuriev, supposedly came from the desire to remain among the living (for the women of his harem planned to send him to Erlik if he ever added another maiden to their ranks). After sacrificing a Bhalkhana stallion to the Everlasting Sky, Adi formally abducted his bride from her residence, accompanied by his trusted blood brothers. He liked the fear she showed, or at least pretended to express, when they bashed through the front gates and beaten the servants that attempted to defend their mistress's honor. Given the relative peaceful nature of this event, Adi made his men refrain from using steel during the wife taking ceremony. However, he gave them free reign to employ their fists (and some also took liberty by carrying off much of the Horse Trader's property). Departing Ivan Yuriev's home in ruins -- with male slaves and servants beaten to unconsciousness -- the company returned to the camp they established near the oasis; laden with loot and slave girls. Depositing his bride in the nuptial tent, he rejoined the celebrations while Ilyana awaited her fate inside the lavishly furnished pavilion. She willed herself not to listen to noises from without her shelter, but her fancy created horrible scenes that preoccupied her thoughts. Hysteria threatened to overtake her mind and she welcomed her husband's silhouette when he reentered their shelter. Perspiration caused by the heat of the Eastern Desert forced Ilyana to discard her wedding dress during the day. With the chill of night, she regretted her previous action as she shivered in her shift. Unfortunately, her spouse even denied that small amount of comfort when he ripped her remaining garment from her body. Naked before her new master, she instinctively covered her bosom and loins from her husband's lustful gaze. As typical of Zamoran maidens, Ilyana wore her hair unbound and she quickly used her black tresses to conceal her bust; but her husband insisted on seeing her naked breasts and so he pried her right arm from her dark brown nipples while pulling her locks back with his other hand. Dragging her to a tent pole, he pinioned Ilyana's hands on the object as he undid his belt. Lashing her to the improvised pillory, he disrobed until he stood equally naked before her quaking figure. Her buttocks felt his hands on her cheeks as he positioned them towards his penis. The erect member yearned for sheathing in her sex, but the master of that wicked phallus ran the head along her loins. Tickled by his manhood, her inner lips emerged from the dark growth of her mound. Betrayed by her own body, which anointed the glans with her vaginal fluid, Ilyana's tormentor pressed that awful head against her clitoris: arousing her closer to orgasm when abruptly, he plunged his cock into her cunt. Pain replaced pleasure as her body registered the tearing of her hymen. The metallic smell of blood hit her nostrils along with the scent of her sweat and the familiar odor of her vulva in heat. In addition to these recognizable aromas, the recently unknown perspiration of her husband wafted into her nose, seemingly compelling her to push her hips into his impaling prick. Meanwhile, as her rebellious body cooperated with her raptor in coitus, Ilyana sensed his hands moving up her body. He deviously brushed the hairs underneath her arms before cupping her breasts in his palms. His detestable digits then pinched her nipples and she loathed herself when moans of ecstasy escaped her lips. Indeed, the folds of her vagina tightened round his abominable organ. Most unbearable to her pride, the flesh that housed her ravished soul came from the union with the Turanian. She shook violently in a series of paroxysms and unwittingly invited her husband to: -Spend inside me! Let me bear your child, sire! Naturally, he happily fulfilled her wish as he inseminated the violated matrix. The warm liquid filled her loins and she involuntarily shuddered sympathetically to his climax. Inexplicably, at least to the remnants of her conscious mind, her person responded favorably to the rude noises produced by their copulating loins. In contrary to her desires, her groin ground on his virile member; refusing his softening sex the chance to exit her hungry slit. Milking, she extracted more semen from Adi's penis, urging him to fill her passage to the brim of her engorged labia. Streams of blood and ejaculate trickled down her legs as they mingled with the beads of sweat that collected on the hairs of her limbs. The gathering pool at her feet made standing more difficult and she constantly slipped -- thrusting her crotch down onto his penetrating phallus. Deep inside her, Ilyana's womb stirred in hysterical fits that also caused the rest of her body to tremble in euphoria. Her shaken frame found succor in the arms of her spouse, who supported her as she relished in the throes of orgasm. Once her senses returned, she noticed that her lord sniffed the drenched strands of hair at her side. To her further disbelief, Ilyana encouraged him by craning her head to the opposite side, exposing her neck to his passionate kisses. As she never properly kissed her mate, she honored her husband by letting him kiss her on the lips. The pair remained -- pressed together in carnal union as Adi moaned into Ilyana's mouth -- his hips thrusting rapidly as he unloaded another volley of sperm into her vagina. Exhausted from their congress, Ilyana submitted to her husband's sovereignty; his hand masturbating her erect clitoris while she screamed in approbation. Her hands came suddenly loose during their intercourse and instead of pushing him away Ilyana invited him closer by pressing her back on his hirsute chest. Her cheek nuzzled against his groomed beard and she explored with her hands the man who initiated her into womanhood. The muscles of his firm figure thrilled her -- hardening her nipples -- without the assistance of her consort's fingers. Briefly fondling her bosom, she next progressed down to her loins, where she located his scrotum and the shaft that continued to deflower her erstwhile virgin vulva. With one hand, she massaged his testicles while her other hand grabbed the back of his head to bring his lips back to her mouth. Feet firmly on the ground, she braced her shoulder against the tent pole as she pulled on her husband's balls and forced him to pump all the spunk left inside his tentigo. Left panting on the post, she barely realized that she frotted her vulva on the pole, stimulating herself to orgasm before joining her husband on the floor. They shared an embrace and many kisses as want of sleep started to slow her limbs. Before surrendering herself to slumber, she allowed Adi the chance to mate with her face to face. With his warm body atop hers, she wrapped her spread legs around his, barely feeling the jets of seminal flooding her moist sheath as she lingered on the edge of consciousness. Her orgasming body shook under his as he rammed his member home. She heard his gasps just as Adi listened to her labored breathing -- compounded by the weight of the Turanian's body pressing down on her petite figure. After sharing one last kiss, he draped a blanket over her tired frame and laid a pillow under her head. Nestling her back next to the front of his body, she hoped her body may tempt him to take her once more... preferably... later on this night... or sometime before morning.... The Zamoran Bride Ch. 02 Chapter 02: The Morning After Waking up to the fragrant musk of his wife's hair, Adi buried his nose deeper into the source of that pleasurable scent. He found his hands still cupping Ilyana's breasts and his palms sweated from fondling her magnificent globes. Kneading them until her nipples stiffened, he then pinched them, which roused the Zamoran from her fitful slumber. Aroused by his mammary massage, Ilyana found herself unconsciously masturbating her vulva with one hand while the other hand stroked his penis back to erection. She sheathed his virile member back into her scabbard – expressing an approving moan as his shaft pushed through the folds of her vagina. Pushing her hips into her husband's phallus, the eighteen-year-old bride spurred her husband to continue the consummation of their union. Though three years her senior, the Turanian (until last night) never deflowered a virgin. All of his past partners possessed more experience than he and the prospect of educating Ilyana in the carnal arts – or at least the humble amount he presently mastered – truly excited Adi to the point where he nearly ejaculated into her passage. However, the prospect of exploring a brand new orifice checked his climax as he withdrew from her vagina and positioned the head of his manhood at the entrance to her bowels. The alien sensation of a penis entering her anus caused Ilyana to jerk away from his organ. When he insisted, by holding her hips in place, her derriere protested by clenching her rectum shut to the intruder. Nevertheless, his sodomizing sex demanded her obedience as he forcefully rammed his loins into her rebellious rear. Entering and exiting with annoying frequency, the bulbous portion of Adi's phallus irritated her sphincter, which drew blood from the bride's bowels. Rivulets of tears wetted the pillow she buried her face into; her remaining pride unable to stand the thought of her consort witnessing the look of humiliation displayed upon her countenance. Sobbing freely into the cushion, her mouth cried out her lamentations as the Turanian's vile, but very virile member sunk deeper into her derriere. She shamelessly tried to assuage her pain by masturbating her clitoris and chastised herself when she found her glans already erect – thanks to the despicable act of sodomy perpetrated by her husband. Even more unbearable to her delicate psyche, the fact that she quickly climaxed from the combination of anal and vaginal stimuli flushed her cheeks red with indignation. Another orgasm hit her body as Adi ejaculated and filled her rectum with his seed. This novel event made her fingers stroke her clitoris with greater vigor as the digits of her other hand violated her vagina. Thoroughly by accident, those previously mentioned fingers found the nexus of pleasure within her passage and she unabashedly spoke thoughts that seemed contradictory to her melancholy: -Fuck my butt! Make me cum again! The Turanian thrust deeper from hearing her words of encouragement. His surgation plowed through her posterior as the base of his cock felt her sphincter close upon his shaft. Ilyana's reluctance to participate in sodomy caused her to tighten her buttocks round her husband's prick. He tried to moving his member, but her collapsed hole offered no slack for maneuver. In attempting to unsheathe his virile member, Adi's testicles drew closer to his body, his loins ready to burst in ejaculation. However, Ilyana's anus denied his ejaculate entrance into her derriere. Locked in a mutual state of agony and ecstasy, the newlyweds mated, engulfed with the delirious desire to sate their want for orgasm. Ilyana came many times, but the searing pain in her behind refused to go away whilst Adi wildly fucked her rear – desperately hoping that his wife would let him inseminate her orifice. Both intensified their coitus, in the vain hope of release, but the unspoken wish to prolong their passion made them indifferent to the other's pleas for mercy. Only the unexpected loosening of the Zamoran's bowels allowed her Turanian spouse to discharge the considerable volume of sperm stored in his balls. Unfortunately, the seminal enema led to an abrupt evacuation of her entrails. Feces soiled the saber-tooth rug on which they carried out their intercourse; relieving Ilyana of the constipation brought on by her wedding. A wineskin served as a means of cleansing their filthy bodies as Adi squirted the vintage onto his sullied sex. Not forgetting his equally dirtied mate, he poured the clear liquid upon her rump. He needed to empty several skins before they washed away all the offal that remained on their persons. Of course, not desiring a repeat of that disagreeable incident, Adi held Ilyana as she struggled to keep the lip of the colambre away from her buttocks. When she freed herself from his grasp and cried: -Please! No more, husband! An enraged Adi took a whip he utilized on unruly fillies as he strode to close in on his willful wife. In fear of her back, Ilyana desperately threw random objects, which included a number of wedding gifts at the approaching Turanian. Adi easily brushed aside the lighter objects or avoided contact with the weightier presents. Seizing her by the wrist, he threw her on a large chest and brought the riding crop down on her cheeks. She howled in pain as her husband exclaimed: -You will learn to obey me, woman! Red welts crisscrossed her abused buttocks. Blood started coming out of her wounds which went down the back of her thighs and calves. A pair of bloody pools formed under her feet as Adi applied more strokes upon Ilyana's hind quarters. (Even the riding crop contributed to the bloody scene as sprays of blood landed about the disheveled pavilion.) Once satisfied of her contrition, he rummaged through his scattered possessions until he located a jar of ointment to salve her wounded posterior. Putting the ointment on her backside, Adi attended to his wife's injuries, especially her abused anus. While her vulva sustained no lesions, he nonetheless rubbed the cream onto her pearl. Ilyana's juices flooded out of her vulva as a result of his clitoral stimulation. On her mound, the ejaculate perfumed her already desirable loins. Down her legs, the liquid carried away some of the blood drying on her limbs. As her essence continued to rush out of her slit, Adi fingered her vagina in search of her tattered hymen. When he located the torn maidenhead, he rubbed the balm on the vestiges of her virginity. Ilyana rewarded the care he showed to her sore holes by squeezing down on his ministering digits. Her fingers joined his as she masturbated herself to paroxysm after paroxysm. Not wanting her orgasms to stop, her vulva ground on the smooth, wooden surface of the chest. As she smeared her essence onto the ebony box, her hands parted the cheeks of her buttocks; beckoning her husband to reenter her rectum. Massaging his wife's pudenda revived his manhood and Adi wasted no time in putting his penis back inside her bottom. Lubricated by the aloe he placed inside her derriere, Ilyana's anal cavity accommodated her spouse's sex. This time, her hole experienced little discomfort as her frotting fanny edged closer to orgasm. Quickly, without much forethought, Ilyana reached behind to fondle Adi's testicles. His hirsute scrotum made her palm sweat and she squeezed his balls before her hand wandered up his perineum and onto the rim of his rectum. While her index and ring fingers separated Adi's buttocks, Ilyana's middle finger pushed through his sphincter muscle. As she explored his anal cavity, she discovered a curious organ, which she stroked with her probing digit. In rubbing his prostate, Ilyana coaxed his penis to spray her rectum with his spend. The Turanian's groin pressed hard against Ilyana's bruised and bloodied buttocks. As his membrum virile twitched and let loose his masculine milk into the Zamoran's bowels, Adi leaned his head down to place his nose next to her armpit. Lingering within her downy cavity, he breathed in her fear and arousal; then licked the sweat that plastered her axillary hair to her blushed skin. Remembering his duties, he reluctantly withdrew from Ilyana's posterior. Feeling rather unpresentable, Adi moved in front of Ilyana and brought his manhood before her mouth. The smell of wine, sweat, semen and feces competed with one another along with the faint odor of her vagina. At first, she wanted to refuse him admittance into her orifice, but the memory of her recent whipping instantly caused her to open her mouth. Ilyana retched at the awful taste. Her teeth unfortunately bit into Adi's shaft and she received a hard slap to her derriere for her negligence. Accepting the idea that Adi wished to fuck her mouth, she put her lips in between his sex and her teeth. As he rapidly pumped his phallus in and out of her opening, Ilyana closed her eyes to guard against his pubic hair. The musk of his sexual organ overwhelmed her olfactory and lust impelled her to run her tongue along his mating member. This sudden gesture of cooperation threw Adi into a state of sexual climax. Ejaculating inside her mouth, he pulled away slightly to deposit his seed onto her tongue. Ilyana tasted his seed for the first and swallowed the oily substance down her throat. The odor of his spend overpowered the scents that previously lingered in her nose. Meanwhile, as her palate savored the strange flavors imparted by her husband's semen, Ilyana moved her head to as instructed; when her spouse told her to: -Clean my cock, woman.... Once she performed that task, Adi dressed and added before he departed: -I will send someone to help you bathe.... Dismounting the chest, Ilyana lied down on the ground and slept; waiting for this helper to arrive.... The Zamoran Bride Ch. 03 Chapter 03: The Night before the Wedding Asleep, Ilyana dreamt of the night before her wedding. She retired from the feast prepared in her honor early - lacking an appetite due to her apprehension of the coming nuptials the following day. The Zamoran went to bed afraid of the Turanians and depravities supposedly practiced in their seraglios. She tried masturbating herself to sleep, but her orgasm only made her more restless and uncomfortable. As the perspiration caused by her climax chilled her body, she wished for a thicker blanket to warm her shivering figure. Fortunately for the future bride, her mother visited her chamber out of concern for Ilyana's health. Tatyana, Ilyana's thirty-two-year-old mother and concubine to Ivan Yuriev, found her eighteen-year-old daughter wide awake in bed. Unsurprisingly, since she purposely failed to give Ilyana proper insulation against nocturnal climate of the Eastern Desert, Tatyana Dmitrova hoped that her child might invite her into bed. Indeed, Derketo answered her incestuous prayer when Ilyana said: - Can I sleep with you tonight, mother? Removing her own garments, she slipped into bed to join her daughter. Wrapping her arms around her child, Tatiana warmed Ilyana with her body. The cold sweat that covered her skin slowly heated as Ilyana took comfort in her mother's warm bosom. With her departing anxiety, hunger returned to Ilyana's thoughts. She heard her stomach grumble loudly; prompting Tatiana to offer her right breast to her daughter: - This one is still full of milk.... She quickly latched on to her nipple. Sucking her mother's milk into her mouth, Ilyana quickly gulped the breastmilk down her throat. Like all the other times the young Zamoran nursed from her mother, Ilyana inserted one of her legs so that her thigh touched Tatiana's vulva. Following her daughter's example, the senior odalisque of Ivan Yuriev's harem lodged one of her limbs between Ilyana's slightly parted thighs. Parent and child soon stimulated one another -- grinding their thighs into the other's mound. At the peak of her climax, Ilyana (still suckling her mother's tit) bit into Tatiana's nipple. The pain pushed Tatiana into orgasm as she cradled her daughter's head in her arms. On her cleavage, her daughter's labored breaths blew warmth into her heaving chest. Suddenly, she felt tears wetting her bosom. Taking one of her hands to raise Ilyana's face upwards, the slave stared into her daughter's weeping visage and asked: - What's the matter, my dear child? Realizing that the night marked the end of further intimacy with her parent, Ilyana wailed: - After tonight, we will no longer be able to make love, mother! Sobbing again after her pathetic declaration, Ilyana once more buried her face in her mother's breasts. She naturally inhaled Tatiana's maternal scent and sensed her parent stroking her dark tresses in order to soothe her hysterical fit. While the aforementioned hand combed through her drenched locks -- soaked from the paroxysms she experienced with a mix of euphoria and melancholy -- the other hand belonging to her mother wandered down to rub her mons veneris. Ilyana then freed one of her arms so that her hand caressed her mother's moistened sex: palming Tatiana's clitoris as her index and ring fingers glided between the older woman's labia; the middle finger plunged into thrall's vagina -- fingering the folds of her mother's passage. Orgasming from her daughter's digits, Tatiana returned her child's show of affection by working her fingers round Ilyana's engorged clitoris. Her progeny screamed into her bust as she pinched Ilyana's pearl and played with the hood that barely concealed her erect glans. Slapping her nub to finally transport Ilyana to climax, Tatiana held her close as she quivered in her hug. Once her convulsions ceased, the Zamoran concubine directed Ilyana's lips toward her left breast as she told her daughter: - We still have this night, child.... She rocked her child back and forth as her daughter suckled from her teat -- until Ilyana exhausted her final reserve of breastmilk and replied: - Then let me taste your pussy one more time, mother.... From her left nipple, Ilyana worked her way down the courtesan's body. Kissing, licking and sometimes biting her mother; leaving bite marks on Tatiana's soft skin before inserting her tongue into the older woman's navel. Sucking in air from the sudden shock of pleasure produced by Ilyana's wet tongue, her mother mewled in ecstasy as the bride followed Tatiana's retreating stomach. Maintaining contact with her mother's umbilicus, Ilyana continued to orally worship the belly that carried her for nine months while her chest, resting atop her parent's vulva, felt Tatiana's juices upon her cleavage. She spread the slippery fluid to the rest of her bosom -- working one breast and then other around the opening to her mother's passage -- even penetrating Tatiana with her nipples. As one of her daughter's nipples entered her birth canal, Tatiana jerked her hips to press Ilyana's breast into her loins. Liking her mother's pelvic gyrations, Ilyana grabbed Tatiana's hips and brought her bosom closer to the elder Zamoran's groin. The other nipple, not engaged in coition with Tatiana's vagina, brushed against her mother's inner thigh. Erect from frotting with her parent's leg, she switched nipples and instantly felt the muscles of her mother's cunt suckling her teat. She quickly climaxed from her mother's nursing pudenda and after diving into Tatiana's crotch -- drank the juices springing forth from concubine's opening. Lifting her head to ask Tatiana a question, Ilyana addressed her mother when she tasted semen: - Who did you fuck before coming here? While she answered the girl's query, Tatiana masturbated; her fingers gliding along her exposed glans clitoris: - One of the guests your father invited to your fete.... When the concubine stopped talking to concentrate on achieving orgasm, Ilyana patiently waited for her paroxysms to pass and cleaned Tatiana's sticky digits with her mouth. Then proceeding to bathe her cum drenched slit in saliva, Ilyana performed cunnilingus on her mother as the concubine explained in between purrs of pleasure: - Once you retired for the evening... we disrobed... and the orgy began.... I mounted the man that sat next to you... Remember... the Gunderman... that mercenary captain seeking employment with your father? Her lascivious tale aroused the innocent maiden feasting on her matrix. As she witnessed Ilyana taking a pillow -- to straddle between her legs and masturbate her loins to orgasm -- Tatiana added: - He had a stout pike... and he fucked me with that pole.... He came a lot in my cunt.... There should be plenty for you to taste down there! Sticking her tongue deep inside her mother's sheathe, Ilyana savored the ejaculate left in Tatiana's passage. The taste of the Gunderman's spend reminded Ilyana of mead and she stored some in her mouth as the young Zamoran bride crawled up her mother's body to share her discovery with her courtesan parent. Osculating with the odalisque, Ilyana let her tongue -- laden with the mercenary's semen -- play with Tatiana's lingua. After relishing the seed brought to her orifice by her progeny, Tatiana's lips broke contact with Ilyana's labia to comment: - Tasty.... After sharing several more kisses with her daughter, the concubine added: A shame that I didn't suck his cock.... The Zamorans then settled for sleep. Ilyana laid her head on her mother's bosom as Tatiana stroked her daughter's long, brunette hair. Exhausted from their Sapphic assignation, the pair dozed with their arms wrapped around each other's spent bodies. The Zamoran Bride Ch. 04 Half asleep in her husband's pavilion, Ilyana Ivanova recalled yesterday morning. Just hours before her wedding to Adi; the eighteen-year-old Zamoran woke up to the arousing odor of her thirty-two-year-old mother's body. Sweat accumulated on Tatiana's cleavage and her daughter licked the perspiration found on her bosom before breakfasting upon her breastmilk. Ilyana's suckling orifice eventually roused Tatiana from her slumber and she permitted her child to continue nursing at the expense of her other children. Fortunately, her other progeny were well past weaning age and only fed upon her bosom in order to please their parent (as well as a mutual desire to remain close to one another). The Zamoran concubine wanted Ilyana to enjoy her last moments of maidenhood before Adi took her to the tent currently undergoing nuptial preparations. To heighten her child's enjoyment of her lactic meal; the temptress reached around and under Ilyana's callipygous derriere and massaged her lustful daughter's vulva. Letting her lecherous hand dexterously finger her child to climax; Tatiana braced herself (as Ilyana possessed a predisposition to bite whenever she orgasmed). When the anticipated pang occurred on her right nipple, Tatiana knew that her daughter reached orgasm, as the figure she held in her arms quaked in climax. Ilyana opened her mouth – releasing her mother from the agony of having her nipple bitten by her teeth – trying to apologize for her bad habit; but instead of receiving a scolding for her wont for biting during orgasm, she received a passionate kiss from Tatiana. The concubine wished to part with her daughter on amiable terms and not spout vitriol from her orifice, which preferred to tongue Ilyana while she still possessed the opportunity to partake of her child's many openings. When their lips finally parted, the concubine asked her daughter: -Is there anything I can do for you, my child? Quickly straddling her mother's countenance, Ilyana replied: -Can you eat my pussy, mother? Licking her labia with gusto, Tatiana consumed the drops of vaginal dew on her pubic hair. She then skipped her labia minora and thrust her tongue into her vagina. Inside, she traced circles around her hymen, careful not to tear her maidenhead. Merely pressing her lingua through the gap in her virginal membrane elicited throes of passion that mingled agony and ecstasy. Stopping her cunnilingus to compliment Ilyana, the temptress told her daughter: -I am glad to report that you are still a virgin, my child.... Before returning her face to her groin, she added: -But not for long.... Attending to her inner lips, Tatiana spread her saliva around her orifice, and parted the hirsute outer labia to have better access of her vaginal vestibule. After drinking her fill of Ilyana's juices, Tatiana kissed her daughter's clitoris to bring her womb to a climactic cum. A waterfall of ejaculate came down on her mouth; with much of the viscous liquid covering her wet face. Once her tongue cleansed Ilyana's loins - lapping up a good portion of the syrupy cream that stuck to her mons veneris – she once again asked: -What else would you like me to do, Ilyana? Moving slightly forward to bring her anus over her mother's mouth, she answered: -Can you also lick my ass? Sticking her lingua into the rim of her daughter's rectum, Tatiana savored the musky scent of Ilyana's vagina as her mouth tasted the rich flavor of the bride's bottom. Roaming the circumference of her anus multiple times, Tatiana slowly transported her daughter to the peak of orgasm. Her continuous anilingus bathed Ilyana's asshole in saliva and she finally inserted her lingua into the younger Zamoran's rectal cavity as she came: her animated torso flailing uncontrollably as Tatiana anchored her by holding onto her hips. Falling backwards on top of her mother's body, Ilyana's head rested on Tatiana's lap. She then lay on her stomach to put her head in between the older woman's thighs. While she opened her own limbs - presenting Tatiana with an intimate view of her vulva – Ilyana started lapping the juices covering her mother's cunt. When she stopped to swallow the ejaculate in her mouth, she said: -Let me return the favor, mother.... With her child's loins in such close proximity, Tatiana also brought her lips next to the maid's vagina. Slurping the cum coming out of her daughter's hole, Tatiana drank from Ilyana's streaming orifice; growing inebriated by the consumption of her child's tasty juices. Equally intoxicated by her mother's ejaculate, Ilyana imbibed the great quantity of vaginal fluid exiting Tatiana's orifice, feverishly sucking the juices that kept on filling her mouth. While she swallowed mouthfuls of cum, her tongue also rapidly licked Tatiana's clitoris and penetrated the concubine's passage. Ilyana quickly pulled her lingua out of her mother's orifice once she felt the older woman's birth canal pulsing in paroxysm. Along with the rest of her body, Tatiana s pussy quivered to the orgasm coursing through her body. Realizing her daughter neared her own climax, Tatiana withdrew her face even as Ilyana pressed her sex down on the odalisque's visage. A surge of female juices quickly flowed out of the younger Zamoran's cunt - showering her mother in spray of aromatic fluid. Turning to face her mother, Ilyana kissed Tatiana's lips; tasting her own juices on the older woman's lips. Their hands ran through the other's hair – wet with sweat and juices expelled from their vulvae. Smelling the sweet blend of aromas made the lovers lick each other's countenances as Tatiana slowly directed her child to once again suckle upon her bosom. As her lips locked on her mother's nipple, Ilyana sucked to draw milk from Tatiana's teat. Meanwhile, her legs took their usual places and reserved those spaces favored by Tatiana as the tribades kneaded their loins into the other's thigh. The young Zamoran bride bit as she came and she heard her mother screaming when her teeth clamped down on her nipple. But before her mouth moved to Tatiana's other nipple, a pair of calloused hands seized her; separating Ilyana from her mother's embrace. Strands of cum stretched from their parting mounds as Ilyana desperately held on to her parent. But the undeniable brawn of arms connected to those hands – bulging with masculine strength - wrenched her Tatiana and dropped her into a tub of warm water. The Zamoran Bride Ch. 05 Awakening from her slumber; Ilyana's eyes surveyed the one who dropped her into the bath: a giantess with remarkably red hair who grinned at the Zamoran's surprised expression. Before she managed an utterance, the redhead seized her ankles and dragged her loins out of the water. Kneeling, the mysterious ruffian inspected her soaking pubic hair with eyes that obviously lusted for her pudenda. Ilyana attempted to address this ginger haired ogress, but once again, only unintelligible sounds escaped her lips as a bar of soap started lathering her soiled mons veneris. The aforementioned object then roughly parted their way between the folds of her vulva; followed by fingers that unceremoniously jammed themselves into her vagina. Manipulated in such a barbaric fashion, Ilyana considered the she-devil's origins as she fingered the bride to orgasm. The woman's gargantuan frame suggested somewhere north like Vanaheim. On the other hand, for one of the demoness's digits dug into her anus around the time she last climaxed, her tanned skin pointed south to Cimmeria. Confused by these contradictory thoughts and the fist that surprisingly fit her passage, she yelled: - Who are you? Leaving her hand sheathed in Ilyana's vagina, but not stirring her womb through further movements, the stranger answered: - I am Sybil... a Cimmerian! Quickly, before the abusive barbarian possessed some notion to proceed, she asked: - What are you doing here? Seemingly annoyed by her second query, Sibyl retorted: - To clean you... as your husband commanded me to do! She suddenly massaged her sex to paroxysm -- rendering Ilyana incomprehensible as she moaned in satisfaction. Forcing herself to recover her wits, she inquired: - Do you need to make me cum too? Responding in a most perverse manner, Sibyl aligned her mound to plunge her considerable clitoris into the Zamoran's vagina. The tribade stroked her opening -- making the bride beg for more of her phallic nub before gratifying Ilyana with a reply to her forgotten question: - Yes... I am to teach you many things before your husband returns.... Sibyl employed her engorged clitoris like a penis, penetrating Ilyana's pussy and collecting the juices pooling within her sheathe. Shining with the Zamoran's cum, the pearl then rubbed against Ilyana's glans. Ejaculate from both vaginas ran down the legs of the barbarian. Her hands, which held the Zamoran in place by the ankles, tightened their grip on Ilyana's limbs as her feet lost purchase. With hips extended forward -- the Cimmerian thrust her cunt into Ilyana as Sibyl pitched into the tub and on top of the surprised bride. The savage's great weight pressed down on Ilyana and she nearly drowned in the vessel as she struggled to surface her nose above the steamy bathwater. When she emerged at the other end of the bathtub, the barbarian pursued her lips until their mouths met in a forceful kiss. Her brutish osculations continued as her hands found the soap lodged underneath Ilyana's rump. Bringing the bar out of the water, Sibyl raised the Zamoran's left arm and scrubbed her underarm, letting the hairs of her armpit lather before washing the foam away with water. Then, pressing her face into the bride's axilla, Sibyl smelled the cavity for unwanted odors and licked her tongue to confirm the underarm's state of cleanliness. Once satisfied, she brought her nose once again into the down covering Ilyana's armpit, to enjoy the scent of her saliva mixed with aroma of the soap and pronounced: - That part is now clean.... The giantess next performed a similar ritual of ablution on Ilyana's other axilla, but perceptibly taking more time to bury her countenance in the down covering her underarm. As Sibyl lingered around the Zamoran's right armpit -- perhaps in admiration of a particular odor trapped within the locks of her black axillary hair -- Ilyana asked: - Since you like smelling me... perhaps you can tell me how old you are? Of a mind to condescend her for this one occasion, Sibyl reluctantly stopped kissing her underarm to answer (albeit truculently): - Nineteen... which makes me one year older than you.... Her mood broken by the Zamoran's incessant inquiries, Sibyl applied the bar of soap on Ilyana's bosom. She soaped the younger girl's breasts and labored to scour away the dried semen left on the Zamoran's breasts. When she accomplished this duty, she then brought her own breast to the Zamoran bride's face and said to Ilyana: - I heard that have not eaten since yesterday.... Nurse from me if you are hungry.... You may repay me when you give birth to your first child.... Too famished to refuse Sibyl's gesture, Ilyana suckled the barbarian right breast. The Zamoran gulped down Sibyl's breastmilk like one denied food for a week instead of the single day since she last took in nourishment. Circling her arms around the Cimmerian's massive torso, Ilyana pressed her lips against Sibyl's large nipple, opening her mouth to take in more of the Cimmerian's milk. While the Zamoran inhaled the maternal scent of her new lover, Sibyl transported her bar of soap to unnecessarily brush the younger woman's already cleansed vulva. Unfortunately for the savage tribade, her ignorance of Ilyana's bad habit - of biting whenever she orgasmed while breastfeeding - resulted in agony when her frotting hand induced a paroxysm of the bride's womb. She fought to suppress a scream and unceremoniously brought her palm down several times on Ilyana's derriere. When Ilyana released the Cimmerian from her bite, Sibyl smothered Ilyana's countenance with a kiss before burying the Zamoran underneath her vulva. Her head pinned between the lip of the tub and the red headed giantess's groin, Ilyana knew to comply when she heard Sibyl exclaim: - Lick my cunt clean, bitch! Trapped next to the Cimmerian's powerful limbs, her ears felt the ticklish softness of the hairs on Sibyl's inner thighs while her face brushed up against the older woman's coarse pubic hair. Luckily, her tongue found the entrance to the barbarian's passage, which Ilyana licked in order to coax open and perhaps stimulate through cunnilingus. Indeed, she felt the clitoris emerging from Sibyl's hood. Chancing that the savage might like to have her nub nursed by the Zamoran, Ilyana put her lips on the ogress's pearl and sucked Sibyl's hardening glans. Squeezing Ilyana's head hard as she came; Sibyl orgasmed and drowned her partner in her fluids as her ejaculate poured down on Ilyana's face. She heard the Zamoran coughing as her juices went into Ilyana's nose. Fondling her breasts, Sibyl allowed a paroxysm to course through her muscular body before rising to liberate Ilyana from her suffocating loins. As she admired the other girl's countenance, drenched in her Cimmerian spend, she asked: - Have you something to say, bitch? Not wanting more chastisement for the day, Ilyana intuitively replied: - Thank you for bathing me, Sibyl.... Still unsatisfied with her answer, she added: - And? Hoping to mollify the red headed barbarian, Ilyana also said: - And for feeding me with your breastmilk.... Pleased with the Zamoran's latter compliment, Sibyl kissed Ilyana and then helped her out of the bathtub. After drying Ilyana's petite figure with a towel, she hefted the heavy brass vessel onto her left shoulder and departed in the nude to dispose of the bathwater. However, as if remembering a piece of intelligence she needed to convey, she stuck her head back into the pavilion in order to say: - You may rest, but must remain naked.... I will return soon to finish your preparations for the evening! The Zamoran Bride Ch. 06 Sibyl returned as promised; some hours after she left Ilyana to recuperate from her latest ravishment. The Cimmerian found the Zamoran bride, unsurprisingly, in the midst of masturbating her mound. With her slit splayed seductively before the barbarian – Sybil naturally inserted the big toe of her left foot into Ilyana's sopping orifice. She flexed the inserted digit to play with Ilyana's vagina: pleased to see the sudden look of shock on Ilyana when the Zamoran realized the unexpected introduction of the Cimmerian's extremity. She then pulled the lubricated toe out of Ilyana's passage and started stroking the younger girl's clitoral hood. Brushing the flesh covering the Zamoran's pearl, Sibyl rubbed harder when Ilyana's nub refused to emerge, forcing the Cimmerian to directly stimulate the jewel by sticking her digit under the fold and pressing her big toe on the Zamoran's glans. As she added more weight, Sibyl heard the pleasant cries of her Zamoran lover. Ilyana yelled in pain – unused to the abuse visited by her husband's Cimmerian companion. She knew little of her tormentor other than the savage nature of her lust. Whether the northern barbarian woman proved worse than her husband – only the gods knew – but Ilyana ventured she loathed to learn the answer as Sibyl's toe jabbed into her privates. The nail of that digit drew blood as Ilyana orgasmed from the ordeal. Withdrawing the bloodied toe, Sibyl ground her foot on Ilyana's hirsute loins. Momentarily stopping her torture of the Zamoran's pussy, the she-devil ran her heel along the furry surface of Ilyana's vulva. Aroused by the bride's brunette down of pubic hair; the underside of Sibyl's foot sweated as she massaged the eighteen-year-old girl's pudenda. Perspiration from Sibyl's sole warmed Ilyana's groin as she moved her hips in time with the Cimmerian's massaging foot. Rocking her cunt to climax; Ilyana noticed that the Cimmerian masturbated her forested vagina with equal ardor: their mutually occurring orgasms deafened the tent as they shouted in ecstasy. Lightly kicking the Zamoran with her soiled foot, Sibyl said disapprovingly to Ilyana: -Slut! You couldn't wait for me to come back! Winching from the hit to her loins, Ilyana coiled into a fetal position as she rubbed her tender twat. With her right big toe, Sibyl threatened to sodomize the Zamoran when her partner turned away from her visage. As she pressed the digit onto the rim of Ilyana's anus, the nineteen-year-old giantess pushed a little deeper into her lover's rectum while asking: -Do you want me to fuck your ass with my foot, bitch? Catching the Cimmerian unprepared for her response, Ilyana boldly spread the cheeks of her buttocks apart and pressed her rear into Sibyl's big toe. Quick to recover her composure, Sibyl happily penetrated the Zamoran's orifice with her digit; exploring the smaller woman's bowels with her toe. Grabbing a tent pole for support, the barbarian deepened her penetration of the Zamoran's derriere as she ordered Ilyana to: -Touch yourself, whore! Eagerly, Ilyana brought her free hand onto her bosom and began fondling her mammaries. The other hand still masturbated her increasingly drenched vagina as she fingered the hole with several of her fingers. Meanwhile, Sibyl opened her legs slightly to massage her clitoris and pinched the swollen nub as she forced Ilyana to speak – by jabbing her big toe farther inside her rectal cavity: -Tell me how much you love being fucked in the ass, cunt! The sweat in her palms grew wetter as she gasped her reply: -Yes.... Upset by the brevity in her response, Sibyl drove her digit past the joint, so that Ilyana felt the hairs of the Cimmerian's big toe graze her anus as the savage's other toe started to jam into her vagina. Her foothold secure, Sibyl stomped on the side of the Zamoran's labia closest to the earth as she waited for a more proper response to her query: -I think I deserve a better answer, asshole! In a significantly longer hail, Ilyana yelled: -Yes! I love being fucked by your foot! Grabbing a chunk of the Zamoran's dark pubic hair, since she only found Ilyana's reply barely satisfactory, Sibyl pulled on the bride's fur as she stroked her climaxing cunt: -Do you like it when some naked barbarian pulls on your pubes with her foot? Seeking the right answer, Ilyana masturbated herself to orgasm; letting her paroxysms overcome her before she replied in between heavy gasps for breath: - Yes... see how I came... from your foot... Sibyl! To verify Ilyana's claim, the Cimmerian withdrew her toes from the Zamoran's cunt. Indeed, the bride panting at her feet lubricated her left foot with her cum. The barbarian's toes glistened in the light that managed to penetrate the pavilion and she wiggled them to feel the other woman's juices coat her soiled digits. Using the same limb to nudge the Zamoran's buttocks – Sibyl spoke to Ilyana as the younger girl turned her face upwards to look at Cimmerian: -Turn around and lick my foot, bitch! Crawling around until she faced Sibyl, Ilyana sniffed the savage's toes. The odor of her loins battled the sweaty aroma of the barbarian's foot. (Fortunately, the Cimmerian possessed the decency to walk outside with a pair of sandals, and thus saved Ilyana the indignity of swallowing dirt into her orifice.) Seeing anger build on Sibyl countenance – for her hesitation – Ilyana opened her mouth and sucked on the barbarian's big toe. Tasting her juices along with the Cimmerian's perspiration, the Zamoran bathed her giantess lover's digit with saliva and hoped that Sibyl detected not the slightest amount of distaste on her face. Although she performed this service on her mother many times; Tatiana usually washed her foot – customarily with rosewater - before letting Ilyana lick her toes. On the other hand, the Cimmerian's foot tasted of travel and toil: alien tastes to the pampered Zamoran. As the unfamiliar flavor of her spend (and the savage's sweat) permeated the entirety of her orifice, Sibyl shoved more of her foot into Ilyana's mouth. The Zamoran struggled to widen her opening – swallowing the balls of the barbarian's foot and manipulating her lingua to lap up the perspiration from the she-devil's sole. As Sibyl savored the adulation of her foot by her husband's new bride, she worked her fingers to fondle her clitoris. Pinching her pearl when a paroxysm seized her frame, she thrust her foot deeper – so that the Zamoran licked the arches of her foot. Once her orgasm subsided, Sibyl pulled out her left foot and offered her other foot to the Zamoran: -I hope you like the taste of your ass, trull! Reaching her tongue out to touch the ogress's big toe, Ilyana savored the taste of her innards as her nose inhaled the musky scent of her posterior blending with the Cimmerian's foot. The mélange certainly tasted different from the flavors she relished on the barbarian's left foot. Before Sibyl tired of her reluctance, she consumed the toe: sucking the digit and licking it clean of her foul aroma. Dropping her jaw to accept the rest of the savage's toes, Ilyana also suckled Sibyl's unsoiled digits and gradually enjoyed nursing each individual toe and cleansing them of the Cimmerian's sweat. Withdrawing her toes from the Zamoran, Sibyl placed her heel upon the bride's nose – favoring Ilyana with the opportunity to smell her sole. As Ilyana licked the balls and arches of her foot, the giantess asked her petite partner: -What do you think of my feet, you Zamoran cow? Without pause, to make sure she never questioned her answer, the Zamoran said: -They are truly lovely, Sibyl.... Patting the wretched creature with her recently cleaned foot, Sibyl then spread her legs and urged the Ilyana to: -Crawl between my legs and eat my pussy, you miserable wench.... Obediently, the Zamoran followed Sibyl's commands and parted her labia. Licking her glans clitoris with her mouth, Ilyana then sucked, nibbled and stimulated the Cimmerian's nub in a variety of ways. As she neared the peak of her climax, she spurred Ilyana's cunnilingus on by telling her to: -Bite me, bitch! Immediately after her teeth put pressure on the barbarian's pearl, Ilyana felt Sibyl's juices spraying her chin and throat. The liquid ran down her bosom and onto her stomach – marking her as the Cimmerian's property. Absorbed by the Zamoran's pubic hair, drops of ejaculate then dribbled down her mound and impregnated the Iranistani rug they made love on with the Cimmerian's essence. Turning around, Sibyl pulled her butt cheeks apart, exposing her anus to the Zamoran's tongue. Pressing her posterior when the bride failed to lick her rectum – Sibyl positioned her derriere on Ilyana's lips and exclaimed (while masturbating her erect clitoris): -Lick my ass too, cunt! Preoccupied by the sweet scent of her partner's bottom – Ilyana forgot about the Cimmerian – completely devoting her attention to her well lubricated vulva. Sibyl's command, though, pregnant with unrealized violence; returned the erstwhile maiden's attention to the hole presented before her mouth. She licked the hirsute rim of the Cimmerian's orifice and tasted the sweat collected on the red headed giantess's rear. Her lingual exploration went deeper as her tongue penetrated the Cimmerian's anal cavity. Savoring the raw flavor of the barbarian's rectum almost caused the Zamoran bride to vomit, but she fought the instinct to regurgitate and flicked her tongue to arouse the savage's backside. Hearing the Cimmerian nearing orgasm, Ilyana fingered her northern lover's vagina while the redhead pleasured hardened nub of her loins. The pair of digits inside her passage went numb as Sibyl savagely squeezed them with extraordinary strength. Even her tongue felt considerably agony as the older woman's anus applied equal amounts of brutal force on her lingua. Spent by the Zamoran's cunnilingus and anilingus, the Cimmerian slumped to the floor covered by the Iranistani carpet moistened by their ejaculate. Directing Ilyana to one of her armpits, she pushed the wife's face into her hairy cavity and explained: -You also need to clean my sweaty pits.... The aroma of the barbarian's underarm overpowered Ilyana's olfactory. Breathing became nigh unbearable and she almost fainted from inhaling the Cimmerian's strong odor. Thankfully, the fingers of right hand masturbated her back to consciousness, and she returned her focus on the seemingly dirtiest portion of Sibyl's anatomy. Licking the salty sweat from her axillary hairs, Ilyana tasted a host of unknown flavors that returned the puking sensation to her stomach. She also suppressed the impulse to withdraw her face and maintain her cleansing of the Cimmerian's armpit. With her countenance fixed firmly on Sibyl's axilla by the boreal woman's unyielding grip on the back of her head – Ilyana hoped to grow more tolerant of the Cimmerian's scent as she lapped the remaining perspiration from Sibyl's underarm. Transferring to her other cavity, Sibyl ordered Ilyana to fulfill the other half of her request. Grateful for her dulling senses, the Zamoran finished her task and hated the idea of regularly grooming her companion in such a fashion. However, hunger banished such thoughts as Sibyl dragged her face away from her axilla and onto one of her tits. Now more aware of the Zamoran's habits, the Cimmerian refrained from massaging her vulva while nursing the bride. She fingered Ilyana's sex in between breastfeedings – offering the Zamoran prunes before placing the bride on her other teat. Once Ilyana expressed her fill of the Cimmerian's milk; the tribades exchanged kisses as they rubbed against each other's genitals. Upon the arrival of their coinciding paroxysms, Sibyl to once again rose to part with her lover, but she promised that she and Adi shall return this evening in order: - For all of us to make love as one family....