The Moon And His Star

Sands Of Time (ancient)

Warning this is smut!

Jamila stood infront of the window of her large room. The sun hit her face making it a golden bronze colour as she looked down at the people.

Oh to be free. Free to walk outside. Free to marry the one she loved. But jamila would not back down. She would marry who she wanted. She wouldnt be like her mother who was forced to marry her father.

She remembered her fathers words. "I have invited some special guests over tonight dress nicely and be on your best behaviour."

She knew exactly who those special guests were. Her father hadnt stopped looking for suitors ever since she had come of age. She thought about Marc. The man she loved. Her moon. The only shining light in her darkness.

Her mother always told her stories about the man on the moon and how the Gods would choose a soulmate for everyone. Some people were unlucky cause they never got to meet theirs in this life.

Jamila was lucky because she had met her soulmate and that was Marc. But that doesnt mean it was going to be easy to be with him.

They had been sneaking around for a month now. Though they never took it further than kissing. But jamila was ready. Ready to give it all to him.

Knock, knock, knock

The banging on the door had distracted her from her thoughts. She sighed before going to open the door.

"I heard you're fathers invited some stranger over to ask for your hand in marriage." Marc said.

Before jamila could reply his lips were planted on hers. Jamila moaned into the kiss as marc placed his hand behind her head pushing her forward into the kiss.

They finally let go of each other as they stared at each other for a minute. Jamila spoke up then "Marc i don't want this to happen but my father... he says if i dont get married to this stranger then he'll get me married to my step brother." Jamila told him.

"I promise i wont let that happen. I wont let you get married to someone else." Marc said confidently. As he hugged her. Jamila lay her head on his chest before looking up at him.

"Marc. Lets run away. We can be together and no one will find us." Jamila suggested. "We will but not right now ok? Ive almost got enough money saved up to leave the country. We can go Mauretania away from all of this. Marc said as he was deep in thought

"I know someone who will be travelling their in a couple days and no you will not steal any gold from your father it will be too risky." Marc said warning her as he saw her mouth open.

He knew exactly what she would say. Jamila grumbled before speaking. "Then im all yours right?" Jamila said hopeefully. Marc nodded "yes your all mine and im all yours." He told her. They were both holding onto each other tightly scared that if they'd let go they wouldnt see each other again.

"Make me yours then Marc." Jamila said confidently. Marc looked down at her shock was evident on his face. But jamila was serious "i know it sounds crazy but i cant wait any longer. Im ready for my body to belong to you aswell Marc." She said looking at him with lust.

"I dont want to take advantage of you Jamila." He said. "Your not Marc i promise i want this as much as you do." She told him.

She didnt have to tell him another time as he slammed his lips against hers. "Jump." He told her and she obeyed. She was on him and he reached for the bottom of her dress pulling it up exposing her smooth tanned legs.