A Shalar Is Born

Darus said, “Tell him I’m busy playing with your pussy, and to come back later.”

“He’ll recognize my voice!”

“Do as you’re told.” There was that confident tone again. She was being tested, and it only made her want him more.

Cheeks turning bright red, she shouted, “He’s playing with my pussy right now, please come back later.”

Jonah replied, “Well then, it’s certainly not that urgent. Carry on, youngsters.”

Darus sucked her clit into his mouth, flicking it against his teeth. Celeste couldn’t stifle a moan that Jonah must have heard, but she was past caring. She lay back on the table, writhing as his tongue lashed her pussy, running her fingers through his sweaty hair.

Celeste closed her eyes, thinking of how many times she’d gotten herself off with thoughts of this moment. Her fantasies were a pale shadow compared to the real thing, and she was already close to orgasm. Darus stood and she sat up to meet him, savoring the taste of her wetness on his lips, fumbling with his belt buckle.

He took her hands, bringing them up to her tits with a smoldering stare. “Not yet. I’m not done with my inspection. Play with your tits until you’re told otherwise.” Celeste bit her lower lip, tugging on her nipples while his fingers worked her pussy, squeaks and squeals filling the room as she raced toward climax.

He slapped her clit, and a tremor ran through her. By the third slap, her eyes were rolling back in her head. Each one brought her a bit closer to rapture.

“Again?” Darus asked. She nodded. “Beg for it.”

He was testing her again, and Celeste was determined to pass. The mixture of pain and pleasure was driving her mind and body into new territory. She said, “Please slap me again.”

Darus took her by the hair, teasing her ear with his lips, getting a whimper each time he smacked her slippery mound. He fell into a practiced rhythm: harder and softer, faster and slower, until her body began to quake; and Celeste let loose in the most powerful orgasm of her young life. Darus stifled her cries with his lips, plunging two fingers into her pussy to bring another climax on the heels of the first.

Her hands were still on her tits, showing a natural obedience that was ripe to be further explored. Darus asked, “So, is my legend intact?”

Celeste could only muster a giggle and a sloppy smile, getting lost in his eyes as she continued playing with her tits. He took her hands, planting a lingering kiss on each of her nipples and another on her lips. She rested her head on his chest, squeezing him tight as fading spasms shook her body.

“Did I pass your inspection?” she asked.

Grinning, he said, “And then some. Now, I need to get back to work.”

She stroked the cock straining against his pants, asking, “What about this?”

Darus lowered her dress, looking into her eyes. “Did you mean what you said about wanting me to teach you?”

She nodded. “I knew sex had to be better than what I was getting, and you just proved it. I want more.”

“Well then,” he said with a smile, “now I’m going to see how well you follow instructions that don’t involve your tits.” He reached into a belt pouch, handing her a few coins. “Buy us dinner from the tavern and come back after sunset. I’ve got work to finish, and I want to spend some time thinking about how I’m going to take advantage of your offer.”

Celeste was beaming as she laced up her dress. Darus was kind enough to adjust her cleavage, before she left the smithy with a spring in her step. She headed for the market, buying the seeds she needed and leaving them to be picked up in the morning.

Celeste arrived back at the smithy a little after sunset, bearing a pot of stew and a loaf of bread, breezing past Darus with a smile. He followed, coming up behind her as she set the food on the table. The smell of soot and sweat filled her nostrils as he took her by the hair.

Teeth tugging at her ear, he whispered, “I spent the whole afternoon with my cock half-hard, thinking about what I don’t get from the playmates I already have. There’s really only one answer, but you’re over-dressed to hear it.” He reached around to unlace her dress, as she ground her ass into a stiffening cock. She whimpered when his fingers found her nipples, stripping the dress off as fast as she could manage.

Celeste was naked before him, at his mercy, experiencing a new kind of lust. Darus sat her in a chair, using leather straps to bind her wrists to her ankles. She rocked in her seat, struggling to keep balance with the edges digging into her thighs. She’d been held down before but never tied up, and the loss of control was exhilarating.

Darus sat in front of her with the stew pot and a spoon, feeding her a bite for each one he took. They ate in silence as she teetered on the chair, wondering what was coming next.

He set aside the stew pot when it was empty, giving her a soft kiss. He said, “All afternoon I kept coming back to one thing…I’ve never had my very own shalar.” Celeste’s eyes went wide, her face a mix of excitement and intimidation. A shalar was a willing sex slave, who surrendered their free will for the pleasure of another. The word got thrown around a lot in the heat of passion, but an actual shalar was a rare sight.

Celeste asked, “You want to make me your slave?”

He smiled. “Actually, that was your idea. I’m just putting your offer in perspective.”