The Harem- The Burning Beauty

Chapter Twenty Four- The First Caller

PERSIA

     There were waxed candles lining the room; scented with what tasted like the aroma of lust. It was how Arnaka felt every time she made love to Uri in his chamber. Even now as he filled her body with the slow push and pull of his shaft, she was reeling in the taste of his arousal. Uri had never seized to give her the desire she craved. He knew what she was and loved feeding her with as much of him as he could, then when she could feed no more, he would take from her what he needed. It had surprised her the first night that they’d made love when she discovered that Uri knew how to feed like an Incubus. It had been a power that awoke with him when he found this new vamperic life and it had never left him but grew more savage. The day he had found Arnaka was the day he had found his balm.

   She circled her legs around his hips as he found a deeper and more exquisite place inside her to explore. All along her name was a chant on his lips. The dark waves off her hair pooled over his pillows and the deep of her eyes bewitched him to drive deeper. Arnaka was his everything and the closest thing to love that his bitter heart could understand. Tonight as every other night he would coax her with the drive of his c0ck until he got what he needed.

    Arnaka was nearing her orgasm but she wanted to take it from him how she wanted. Swiftly, before he could see what she planned to do, she turned and flipped him onto his back; leaving her straddling him and all his wonderful length wedged unfathomably inside her. Her head rolled back with a throaty moan. Uri’s hands found her softly rounded breasts and he could not resist squeezing them against his palms. She moved atop him; riding the length of his shaft with her slick juices as all the lubrication needed. Uri’s hands cupped her hips and helped her to take him. Arnaka called his name as the wave build inside her and prepared to drown her in the sea of ebullience and sensual moans.

But something was wrong; she could feel it like a weight in her gut. She slowed her pace and whispered her lovers name but he mistook it for sexual pleas. Uri braced her hips and drew her down to his thrust; filling her with more of him. Arnaka’s head fell back with the assault of his c0ck. She could feel him getting harder with each push and he too was near the much needed orgasm. Yet still there was something wrong and she couldn’t shake it. Yes, her lover was amazing and he was doing an impressive job distracting her but there was something…

“Arnaka…come with me!” He groaned lifting his hips rapidly of the bed to feed her every hard inch of him. Arnaka would have to ponder on the feeling after Uri had freed her of this orgasm; for now she would join him. She closed her eyes tightly and gave in to the surge of energy that would come with her climax. Uri shot up and gripped her around her waist as he erupted inside her and her walls crumbled with each quake. She knew he would make it last till he had wrung the last cry from her and it would be euphoric. Arnaka dug her nails in his back and shoulder as she screamed his name.

The moment she called his name she felt it again and this time there was no ignoring it; something was about to happen and she was not going to be prepared for it. She gasped with eyes torn wide and clapped Uri’s face between her hands. She should have done this a long time ago, now someone else was about to do it against her will. Why had she not given him her name? He cared enough for her to trust him.

“Uri…”

“I love you Arnaka and I will never love another.” His confession left her speechless.

“Uri…” She whispered frantically but again it was interpreted incorrectly.

“You don’t have to say it yet if it is not the way you feel; just promise you would never leave me.” He murmured as he caressed her lovingly. There was no time to explain anything and to hear such words before she would be snatched away from her lover. A long sigh escaped her body and she had no choice to yield to the call of power that was taking her at such a ripe moment. The last words she whispered as her figure began to sift away into an unnatural wind was that she was sorry.