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Love of the Desert [[ShadyxHoudini]]

Hamadi laughed at her playfulness with the jewels, watching as she slid one piece after another onto herself. "You look every bit the princess, and more," he glowed, running his hands up and down her shoulders. "But I think you're still missing something." He picked up the red glass amulet necklace and the smaller, collar style one. "Turn around, my love," he said gently, with a devious looking smile. He grasped her hips and assisted her in doing so. Once her back faced him, he reached the amulet around her neck, letting it fall over her chest, and fastened it around the back of her neck. He did the same next with the collar, his hands tracing softly along the supple skin of her neck in the process.

"Now, I think you're almost a complete princess," he said, his heart starting to race even more than it already was. He flinched for a moment, before he ran his hand along her shoulder, pushing the thin white fabric of the kalasaris to the side. He continued to move it along, stopping once the strap was at her shoulder, only testing the waters for now. Leaning in, he let his lips fall onto the back of her neck. "Are you ready to let me see?" he whispered into the back of her ear, biting softly at the bottom of her earlobe.
 
Tahirah blushed a bit when he called her a Princess but also readily turned around when he gently urged her. Feeling the smooth jewels against her skin she reached up her hand and let her fingers gently go over the hanging piece, then against the skin below before she felt his soft hands seemingly holding her tighter. Her body shivered when he touched her neck, one of the more sensitive spots on her body. There was no mistaking the distinct feeling of his fingers along her shoulder that happened next. The movement of the fabric of her garment was definitely deliberate and caused her breathing to slow down, but definitely get heavier. Her mouth opened to answer him, but the feeling of his soft lips and warm breath against her neck only made her shudder and choke on her words.

Tahirah's eyes fluttered quietly closed before she tilted her head back against him, one of her hands falling to his at her hips, squeezing softly. Even if she didn't want this to happen, even if she wasn't happy to be close to him, she was in no position to deny the Prince what he wanted. But she was more than happy to oblige, and her head nodded, even if the lines of exactly what she was showing him was slightly blurred at the moment - the risk was worth it. The girl slowly turned toward him with all the jewels on and she smiled. One of her slender hands, adorned in the rings he'd brought, moved up to his face and her fingers slid along his strong jawline, her eyes tracing his. "How's this?" she said, her other hand moving the other strap of her kalarsis to the same position on her other shoulder so it looked more like the garment was supposed to look like that. It also showed off more of her darkly tanned, smooth and soft skin.
 
Hamadi's heart was absolutely racing as Tahirah turned around, adorned with all the jewels, her voice working him up into a frenzy, her question had such a teasing, sensual tone to it. He closed his eyes and opened them again, as if to confirm that the beautiful girl standing before him was real. A big smile slowly overtook his face, and he slid his hands up the soft curves of her body, until they were on her cheeks. Bringing her face in towards his, he planted a soft kiss on her brown lips, parting his lips and letting them taste her wonderful taste.

Once he'd pulled away, he held Tahirah in an embrace, his mouth right next to her ear. "I think you look like you've just descended from the Gods in heaven," he mumbled. "But..." he started, sliding the straps of her garment off her shoulders completely and holding them up once gravity began pulling them down along her arms. "I'd like even more to see you in only the jewels," he whispered into her ear. He let go of the straps and leaned in, kissing the upper part of her chest that was now revealed, although her breasts were still covered by the loosened garment. Her skin there was lighter that what he'd seen already, not having been exposed to the hot sun. It was soft and smooth, and he let his kisses trail lower and lower, before standing back straight again and looking her in her deep, clear eyes. "I love you, Tahirah," he whispered as he stared straight into her.
 
Just like his, her heart was pounding against her chest, positively going crazy. The kiss grounded her for a moment, but the look in his eyes seemed to wipe that feeling away, sending her into the air once again. The words made it worse, her body shivering a bit as he moved the fabric even farther down her shoulders. The difference between her tanned, exposed skin and the skin under her kalarsis was stark, but it was really the last thing on her mind - his lips so close to her nearly-bare chest was far more pressing at the moment. When he stopped she sucked in a breath, lifting her head up to look at him. "I love you too, Hamadi..." she whispered, letting her fingers trail along his jawline before they moved to the back of his neck and pulled his head closer. They were already compromised, what was a little more?

Her heart was pounding still, her breath only calmed by the necessity of the kiss they were sharing. Her lips pressed to his and separated, letting her tongue flick over his lips. "Are you sure... That's what you want?" she whispered, pulling away as she very slowly began to guide his hand down and around to the belt the held her kalarsis around her waist. "Little to... Distract... From the jewels?" she questioned, smiling softly at the statement before swallowing back. Tahirah let his hand go when it was at her lower back, just over the tie in the beaded belt, his fingers curled ever so gently around the strings.
 
Hamadi grinned like crazy when Tahirah seductively brought him even closer. The smile, however, concealed a world of nervous fear building inside him. Any analytical thought about what they were doing could only yield the conclusion that what they were doing was wrong. It was forbidden, and besides, they could never end up together. So the only way he could approach this was to throw all analytical thought out the window, and give in to the powerful emotions he felt for Tahirah.

He tried to forget his worries as he kissed Tahirah, thinking only of how wonderful it felt, and how it expressed the deep emotional connection he'd built up with her these last few weeks. He parted his lips a little more, inviting her little tongue inside his mouth. His hand followed her lead, until it rested over her waist, and trailed around to the back, feeling the belt that held her simple garment in place. "Yes," he whispered passionately. "I think this is distracting me far too much," he breathed. He pulled gently at the belt, untying it slowly, and letting the two ends fall.

Now that the pieces of cloth were no longer held together, he pulled them slowly apart, letting his hands wander down and feel her bare bottom, the feeling so soft and wonderful. Pulling the two pieces around to the front, he let the garment fall to the ground, revealing all of her perfect, tan body, adorned only with the gleaming royal jewelry that he'd brought her. He leaned over, kissing her chest, and then cupped one petite breast in both hands, kissing it and letting his tongue run across her nipple. "That's much better," he said softly, pressing her gently down towards his bed, lifting his vest off his body with one motion as he moved with her.
 
Tahirah breathed out heavily, not quite believing that he was continuing - she certainly wasn't complaining about it, however. She breathed hard as he tugged at the strings, letting the belt fall to the floor at her feet. Her eyes never left his face even as she felt the garment completely slip off her body. Never before had she been completely naked in front of a man before him - her heart was racing and she was certain he could hear it, but he seemed terribly preoccupied with her now revealed body. Tahirah shivered when his tongue swept across her nipple, the warmth of the flesh across her nub making her nervous, her stomach turning a little.

There was really no going back after this. She was naked, climbing back slowly into his large, fluffy bed wearing a Princess' jewels. There was no explanation for this behavior if they were to get caught, but that seemed to flutter from her mind just from the sound of his voice, husky with what seemed to be nerves and need. Having been mostly quiet, her mouth opened to speak and she found herself choking a little, glancing around to try to figure out what she wanted to say. "I-I... I've never... I mean, no one has ever s-seen me..." she started, trailing off as she wasn't exactly sure what she was trying to say. Her fingers moved up to his face and then down toward his shoulders, her fingertips barely grazing over his neck and down past his collar bones out of nerves, trying to calm herself with his incredibly soft skin.
 
As Hamadi let himself fall onto the bed on top of Tahirah, he let his hands wander in amazement at the feel of her soft breasts. He did indeed feel her heart pounding in her chest as he did so. He looked down into her pretty eyes, a sudden need to calm Tahirah growing within him. The last thing he wanted was to make her feel uncomfortable, although it certainly didn't seem that she was opposed to the amorous direction they were heading. He hadn't dared to look down at her womanly parts yet, as much as he wanted to. The truth was, he'd never been intimate with a woman either, although he was a little embarrassed to say so.

"Tahirah," he whispered, caressing her cheek softly with his smooth hand, rolling over next to her in the bed, but holding her body close to his. "I have... haven't been with a girl before like this either," he finally spat out. "All I know is that I want to be with you right now. I've been dying to be with you like this. I want to show you that I love you in a special way," he explained, kissing her on the soft front of her neck. His own heart was racing, and he struggled to get each word out. Finally, he stole a glance downward, and caught a glimpse of her smooth inner thighs, straddling a mound of short, silky hair. "Do you feel the same way? You can tell the truth," he pleaded, dragging his fingertips across her scalp.
 
Her body shivered at the touch of his hands - certainly she'd touched herself briefly before but this was far more intimate and scandalous, and yet she craved more as his hands explored her naked frame. Tahirah's breasts were moderately sized, a good handful or more for her body size and Hamadi didn't seem to mind, which eased her nerves ever so slightly. She was slightly surprised to hear that the Prince had never been with a woman like this before - certainly he had more than enough opportunities seeing as no one in their right mind would deny a member of the royal family something they wanted, including their bodies. Still, Tahirah smiled at hearing this, the thought of them both being innocent, of exploring together, of being nervous at the same time over the same things. His fingers through her hair sent a shiver down her spine as her fingers moved lightly down his side, moving slowly and nervously as if he were something fragile and easily breakable.

"I'm just nervous, Hamadi," she finally managed, watching as his eyes flicked down between her legs. She swallowed back and realized she was afraid of not impressing him with her body, of him wanting more. Despite his reassurances, she knew that he had been around and had available to him the most beautiful women in all of Egypt - and yet here he was, in bed with his naked slave girl. Swallowing back, she knew she had more to say to him than that. "I want the same thing, Hamadi... I want it to be special," her voice digressed into a whisper at the end as she leaned forward to kiss him, cradling his face in one of her hands, her breasts pressed just lightly against his bare chest. The girl was certain he would be able to feel and hear the thumping of her heart and the trembling of her body.
 
Hamadi smiled when she admitted she was nervous. He knew it already from the way her heart was racing, her breathing a little labored. But when she admitted it, it made him feel better about his own anxiety. His own breathing was getting faster as he kissed Tahirah back, drawing her naked body close to his. "I'm just as nervous as you," he whispered. "But maybe we shouldn't be so much. I feel like I can tell you anything, do anything with you," he confided in her. "I think this will be the most special thing that I've ever done, and I hope the same will be true for you..."

Pulling away from her just a little as her breasts grazed his stomach, he glanced down her body, her breasts being the first thing that captured his attention. He moved his hands toward them, unsure how to approach them, and finally placed his hands on her stomach, moving them up just to the outline of her breasts. "You're... more beautiful that I could have even imagined," he gasped, forcing his eyes away from her chest and back towards her eyes. He moved his hands on top of hers, as they ran down his side. He pushed them along to his hips, pressing them against the waistline of his skirt, and pushing down, so it dropped a couple of inches. Crossing the small divide between their bodies, he ran his hand softly across her lower stomach, stopping when he felt the prickle of her short, black hairs that adorned her little mound. "I...I'd like to.. touch you," he whispered, leaning in towards her and touching his nose to hers. He was becoming aroused just thinking about where his hand might wander next. "You're too magnificent to resist."
 
Her blush would have been profuse if he had been able to see it properly. Tahirah was certain that Hamadi had seen at least a few, if not many, naked women before - she had seen a boy once or twice, but just the slaves as they slipped out of the river from swimming or the bath, and her eyes didn't linger for long. Still, the look in his eyes when he spoke to her, when he said such things about her beauty, she couldn't help but believe it his tone. Her eyes wandered down slowly as he forced her hands lower, leaving them to linger at the waist of his skirt after it had been pushed down a bit. The girl swallowed back hard, not sure what to do next. It was like exploring somewhere new and getting to the dark cave where you wanted to venture in, as you knew it would be fun, but there was something scary also about the unknown. When he requested to touch her, she whimpered quietly, finding his tone and the way his breath fell over her lips with his face so close something irresistable. "Go ahead," she whispered, bringing one of her hands up to his wrist, gently sliding his hand down between her legs. She was nervous, but it was what she wanted.

With him so close and with everything that had already happened, she was warm and inside a little wet as well. She gasped slightly when his fingertips finally moved over her sex a little, the touch more than she could have really guessed. Her hips shifted on the bed and she opened her thighs just a little to give his hand room before she let go. No one had ever asked permission to touch her in any way, and to have the Prince so intimately close, it seemed to just add fuel to the fire. Knowing he was nervous comforted her as well and as her hand returned, she could tell his arousal stirring just from his own thoughts. Tahirah leaned forward and closed the small gap of distance between their lips, breathing out deeply as she pushed his skirt down even farther, making sure to be gentle with it.
 
Hamadi had seen naked women before. Many slaves and others were not bashful at all about bathing in the waters of the Nile. But he didn’t think he’d ever seen a body as beautiful as Tahirah’s, and he’d never touched a naked girl before. His breathing became heavier as he continued to look on at Tahirah, and then he was glad that she’d grasped his wrist and assisted him along. Letting his fingers crawl along her most intimate area delicately, he first felt only soft hairs (although not as soft and silky as those on her head.) But then he felt moisture, and warmth that appeared to be radiating from within her. Once he’d figured out the lay of the land, he let his hand explore her, tracing his fingertips all around as she opened her legs and granted him access. He wasn’t searching for anywhere in particular, but watched Tahirah’s eyes as he wandered around. He looked for any change in her expression, as he’d heard that there were areas on a woman’s body which would drive her crazy with a mere touch.

As he shared another wonderful kiss with her, he found the warm slit in the center of her sex, and rubbed up and down it with his index finger. So that was where was warmth was coming from, evidently. While continuing to kiss her, he shook his hips and wriggled out of his skirt, letting it slide down to his knees. Now it was his turn to allay his partner’s fears. He blushed a little as he drew away from her lips, looked down and saw that he was completely and fully aroused. Leaving one hand on Tahirah’s delicate mound, he used the other to guide Tahirah to his member, curing her fingers around it and pushing her hand up and down a little bit. He let out a little gasp at the feel of her petite hand there. “Are you always wet there like now?” he whispered inquisitively, as he let his index finger sink in between her slit, only as deep as the manicured fingernail.
 
The feeling of his finger tips so delicately touching her made her shiver more than if he had been more rough with her. He was exploring her body just like she was with his and she was certain this was how it was always meant to be. Her eyes would flutter when his long finger would stroke unknowingly over a nerve ending or her sensitive clit, though she herself wasn't sure of the exact direction. Whimpering quietly she looked down to watch as he lifted her hand to stroke along his member, her fingers delicately wrapped around it. Once he had showed her what to do her hand continued the slow motion, gaining a bit more confidence as his breath seemed heavier and with the small sounds she seemed to hear from him. Tahirah trembled with her hand there, the other at his hip, not wanting to hurt him, but instead wanting to make him gasp again, wanting to watch the expressions change on his face as her hand moved along him in slightly different ways.

Hearing his voice she was able to open her mouth, only to gasp when his finger sunk gently inside of her. She was tight, warm, wet and suddenly a little choked up on her words. "N-No... Not usually," she finally managed to breathe, swallowing back and shaking her head. Asking him the same sort of question would have been silly, she thought. Clearly he didn't always look like this, otherwise she would have noticed much sooner. "I-I-I think... I think it's because your hand... Makes me... S-Shiver," she finally managed, glancing along his face, swallowing back to try to wet her dry mouth. "I like it..." she whispered carefully, trying to reassure him as she knew they were both nervous. Tahirah's palm and curled fingers moved along his shaft, up and down the length, then she allowed her fingers to dance along the sensitive skin, sneaking a glance down to look just as he had done before.
 
Hamadi's face contorted into all sorts of pleasured expressions as Tahirah continued the motion of stroking him gently. He found what seemed to be a nice rhythm himself, rubbing his finger slowly across her ever-moistening slit, and then when he got to the top, traced a circle around the little knot that seemed to make her shiver whenever he touched it. He was worried for a moment that she didn't like him making her so wet. The moisture, in fact was becoming quite copious. But once she'd reassured him, he kept at her, sliding his finger just inside her every so often.

It was hard to keep his hand straight, though, because every time Tahirah touched a more sensitive area, he shuddered violently, having never been touched by a woman like this before. "But.. what you're doing. It feels wonderful also. Please don't stop," he whispered with a contented smile. He stole another look down at her loins. Now that she was aroused, she no longer looked like just a patch of short, dark hair. He could see the lips of her sex parted to allow his finger access, and detected a little swelling of her clit as it was now raised above the little hairs. And, of course, the whole area was wet now. Hamadi finally let off her, and climbed over Tahirah, hovering over her on his hands and knees. He leaned down and gave her a long, hard kiss. "Are you ready, love?" he asked. "I'm supposed to go on top, isn't that right?"
 
Tahirah knew it wasn't too late to go back - she could ask him to stop, tell him to get up and they could try to pretend like this never happened. She could spare herself certain death, could stop the inevitable of them being found out one of these times. But as she looked up into his eyes, that smile planted firmly on his face from the stroke of her hand, she knew she couldn't - an didn't want to - ask him to stop. Her breathing became shallow and slow when he moved over her, her legs spread more to accommodate his body and the heat radiating off him only made her whimper and shift in anticipation. There had been talk of this sort of thing, she'd always heard it described in many different ways, and wondered if it was always nervous and unsure, if each time was like discovering a new part of yourself and your partner at the same time.

Her eyes glanced down at him once again, taking in the site of his length before her hands moved gingerly up his sides and finally to the smooth muscle of his arms. "I-I think so..." she said and nodded her head lightly, acknowledging his question after the kiss. Tahirah had heard of multiple ways to perform the act, not to mention the many facets of it, but this was by far the most common - she had never been allowed, on purpose, to hear anything in detail, but she understood the generalities. Apparently it was something they would have to discover together, if this wasn't their only chance - who knew if they would ever be able to be this close again. Tahirah would take it for what it was worth.

"I'm ready... When you are," she said, breathing out before leaning up to kiss him, trying to calm both their fluttering hearts. In all honesty she had very little idea what to expect from this, but if it brought them closer, she was happy to try.
 
Hamadi's breathing became harder than it already was once Tahirah gave him the go-ahead. He, too, was unsure about exactly was supposed to happen, but he'd been fortunate enough to have some dirty talks with cousins and friends, and had at least a general idea. Talking and doing, however, were two very different things. He absolutely loved the effect he'd had on her already by touching her body, and craved more, even though he didn't know exactly how that would occur. The basic idea, though, he knew. Before he started, he leaned down, and kissed Tahirah on the flesh of her neck, then around her collarbone, and the on her upper chest. He looked down at her breasts, and then sheepishly up into her eyes. Forgetting all restraint, he leaned in, and licked around one tan nipple, before giving it a very soft bite. Looking back up at her, he blushed deeply and chuckled.

Steadying his hard shaft with one hand, he guided it down towards Tahirah's waiting, glistening opening. At the first attempt, he poked at the surface, but didn't really get anywhere. The second attempt resulted in his tip sliding up her slit and on a little tour of the whole area, but still nothing. He looked down and took a good look. He saw that her lower lips were just slightly parted from her legs being spread. "I love you, Tahirah. Let's just do it, okay?" he whispered, still a little tentatively "Just tell me if I hurt you. Don't be afraid." With that, he used both hands, holding her sex open a little bit with one, and very slowly guiding himself in with the other. He immediately felt his tip drowning in wondrous warmth, even though he wasn't in more than an inch. Rocking slowly back and forth, he sunk himself down another inch, letting out a deep moan of pleasure. He was barely inside, yet the petite girl was so tight, her walls massaging him deliciously. But then, he felt a blockage. It was her maidenhead, of course, but he didn't know that. He gently pressed down, then leaned up and pressed down again. "Ahh, am... am I hurting you, dear?" he gasped.
 
Him concentrating on her soft, perky, young breasts only seemed to make her more nervous - not because she disliked it, but showing her pleasure in front of the Prince was still difficult for her. But her body soon took over that and she shivered and moaned softly to his touch. Awkwardly enough his nerves calmed her own and as he slowly moved to try this out, she breathed deeply and looked down to watch. It was almost funny, the two of them so incredibly inexperienced trying to figure out how to touch one another, how to feel and what to do. When he struggled she might have laughed, but this was not really funny - her eyes fluttered with each miss-aimed stroke and she shivered heavily. Even him 'missing' brought her a stroke of pleasure, but it was nothing compared to the feeling of him finally pressing inside of her body. Suddenly completely unaware of his hand there, she felt her insides squeezing around him, but pulling him.

Soon enough he had another inch inside and she wasn't sure if it could get better. Suddenly she felt him press against something, unable to apparently go any further. With his increased pressure her mouth opened and instead of something with pleasure, she cried out in a bit of pain as he continued to push. "W-Wait, Hamadi... S-Slow down," she breathed, looking down, unsure why it was suddenly hurting. It had felt amazing before, and while the stretching he caused had been a bit painful, it was more sharp now. "J-Just be careful, take it easy..." she said, nodding her head and bringing his face down to hers a little. "I-I think it always hurts... The first time," she said, visibly biting her lip and grinding her teeth a little before her lips pressed to his, desperate for something to keep her mind off of it. She knew that he would have to use a bit of force to push himself through it, she could tell that much just from the feeling. There were also all those talks with the other women slaves, the older ones, that would tell the young girls about a special pain that would go away. It was always flowery language and hidden meanings in their tongues, but she understood now. She only hoped Hamadi wouldn't stop just because he thought he was hurting her.
 
Hamadi had to force himself to slow down once Tahirah had pleaded with him to do as much. The feeling inside her was magnificent, and his natural inclination was to go full speed ahead. At first, when he'd hit the 'roadblock', he thought maybe it was just a normal part of the experience. After all, she was squeezing him tightly from all sides, so he didn't think some more tightness was anything unusual. And he loved the way he made her moan and shiver as he'd first started moving in and out. But then he remembered, there was a reason that some of his friends put a premium on being with a virgin girl. Once of his cousins had even boasted about making a girl cry and scream by forcing himself through without any restraint. That wasn't what he wanted to do, though, with Tahirah; he loved her.

"It's okay, baby," he said softly, rubbing her cheek gently with his palm. "I understand now.. I'll try to be as gentle as I can." He kissed her back hard, giving her the needed outlet for what she was feeling. As he kissed her, hopefully distracting her enough, he arched his back a little, and placed his hands on her hips. He began pushing at her gradually, but firmly, and after a few seconds he felt her give way. The going still wasn't easy, as he was a tight fit inside her, but it was certainly better now. Releasing his kiss with Tahirah, he began to slowly ease his way in. The farther he got, the more sensation he felt. Just when he thought it was as good as it was going to get, his world got turned upside down again. A little over halfway in now, he felt her tight passage massaging at his manhood, which throbbed in turn inside her. Throwing his head back towards the ceiling, he let out a plaintive, primal moan, before turning back and staring deep into Tahirah's pretty eyes.
 
The gentle tone of his voice calmed her down and her head nodded lightly before they kissed. When he started to push through again her eyes closed tightly and when he finally made it she whined into his lips. "Mmmph..." she moaned into his lips before pulling away, letting her mouth hang open as the feeling sort of hung over her lower body. She knew he couldn't feel it, that he couldn't understand the feeling, but it was painful. It wasn't killing her, and she still wanted him to continue, but it hurt. As he pushed forward, moving himself deeper into her body, her eyes closed and she licked her lip a little. "I-I think... I think this... Is how it's supposed to feel," she moaned, shivering a little. Unlike him, maybe, she'd always been taught that sex for women was not necessarily supposed to be filled with pleasure. Their purpose, after all, was to please a man, and she wondered if Hamadi had heard that too. Even still, her insides were sensitive and ever small gain of his length caused new, undiscovered nerve endings to tingle in response.

Somehow, from his ease, she knew he didn't want to hurt her, that despite everything she'd heard, sex didn't have to be painful or forced. When he tilted his head back to moan, she just laid and listened, drawing in a quick breath when he did. The sound was incredible, fascinating, but also made her more wet and certain hotter, it felt like. To hear him so pleasured by her body, to know that he liked what they were doing, she just wanted him to make more noises like that. The gentle throbbing of his cock inside her seemed amplified by her tightness and her hands squeezed on his arms, looking up into his eyes when his finally returned to her. "Hamadi, I.... I love you," she said, lifting her hips just a little, feeling a little lame just laying there underneath him, but still unsure what to do.
 
Tahirah was doing a magnificent job of concealing her pain, because Hamadi didn’t comprehend that it really did hurt her. If he knew, he would have only adored her more for lovingly sparing him from knowing her pain. Once he’d broken through, he saw that Tahirah was barely able to hide her significant pleasure, and wanted to give her more. Of course, it was difficult to focus too much on what he wanted to do, because he was experiencing feelings that he’d never known existed before. His cock was absolutely swimming in pleasure, almost all the way inside Tahirah now, and being squeezed on all sides by her tight, quivering muscles. He was almost making a squishing noise with each cycle, she was so wet now. Stealing a look downwards, he saw a little bit of pinkish fluid in the sheets, the product of Tahirah’s excitement, mixed with a little bit of blood.

If his mind wasn’t soaked in ecstasy , he might have been concerned for Tahirah. But she seemed to be enjoying it, so he wasn’t going to stop and ask questions. Keeping the wonderful eye contact with Tahirah, it seemed like every one of her emotions was written over her eyes- amazement, love, excitement, desire, and a little fear, although that seemed to subsiding now. “I… I love you too, Tahirah. This is…ahh, wonderful. You- You’re wonderful,” he gasped, forced to close his eyes to process the strong sensations pulsating through his entire body. Slowing down his motions now, he rocked in and out of her more deliberately, reaching down and gently stroking her cheeks and pushing some hair out of her face and to the side. Sensing that she was comfortable with how far he was inside, he lowered his hips completely onto her, letting his pulsing cock sink all the way down inside her. Every part of his manhood was swimming in wonderful warmth now as he continued to move up and down, feeling her stomach against his. “I… I think something is going to happen soon,” he stammered, knowing what was going to happen, but dying to know what it would feel like to do inside a woman. His mind raced, too, desperately recalling vague warnings from older cousins about not letting the natural cycle reach a conclusion inside a woman who was not one’s wife.
 
They were perhaps a tad awkward, the two of them doing this act for the first time together, unsure what was going to happen or how it would end. Tahirah's pain, in the meantime, was slowly subsiding, though when he opened up enough space between them to look down, she did too. The spot on the sheets made her panic a little - not necessarily because of the blood-pink color, but because it had stained the sheets. What would someone think if they saw it? The color was light, but she was certain that against the stark white sheets that it would be clearly visible. With him suddenly moving again, however, her body took over her thoughts and she moaned out from the strokes he was making. Her eyes fluttered as he looked up at his face, barely able to focus. When he spoke again, told her that he thought something was going to happen, she though maybe something bad. But when he continued, when his face contorted in pleasure, she was certain that couldn't be it.

Then her mind flashed to older women again, telling her of how babies were made, how love between a man and his wife was meant to create life. They weren't married, and she was convinced they never would be, and for the Prince to make a slave girl pregnant wouldn't be unheard of, but the fate of the child would be less than ideal. Her hands gripped lightly into his arms as she moved them up to his forearms, then to his biceps. "I... I don't know what's happening," she moaned and shivered, looking up at him, vaguely confused. "I don't know if... If you should..." she said, not sure how to say what she wanted, but hoping and figuring he would probably understand. "It feels so incredible, I can't... Breathe," Tahirah said, possibly making that 'condition' worse by leaning forward to kiss him. She was exaggerating, of course, as he could breathe fine, but the beginning waves to her first orgasm has literally taken her breath away for a moment.
 
Hamadi gazed down into her eyes as Tahirah tried to express some of her feelings. They were hard to process, with his mind racing to process so many of his own new feelings. But he did understand what she was getting at. He knew too, that it wouldn’t be good to risk a pregnancy. One thing that overrode everything was love and concern for his little slave girl, and he didn’t want to do anything which might damage her life. He was becoming more comfortable with the penetration and the motions inside her now, and was moving a little more freely. This wasn’t to say, of course, that she wasn’t still a very tight fit. That was one of the things, in fact, which heightened all the sensations. But as he got more comfortable with the movements, he started exploring different things, rocking in and out faster, and then slower, tilting his body to penetrate her from different angles.

Soon, he felt a wave rushing through his whole body, and was about to give up all restraint, when he saw a new look come over Tahirah’s face. It swept over her like a wave of desire after she kissed him. It was a look that, in all the time they’d spent together, he’d never seen in her eyes. He immediately deciphered it as some type of extreme pleasure, and he needed her to have more. So, he willed himself to hold back a little while longer. Slowing down his motions, he tried to rub himself slowly and deliberately against her warm insides, and this evidently had a pleasing effect, as evidenced by her declaration of being unable to breathe. He reached down, and ran a hand down Tahirah’s cheek along her side and to her hip, where he gripped onto her as he did his best to keep in control of himself. “You should… just close your eyes and… and enjoy it,” he whispered to her through his heavy breathing. “I know I am.”
 
The change in his strokes, the different things he was trying, made her moan and shiver in pleasure. Having never experienced this, just like him, the sensations seemed so much more powerful and she only hoped that if they ever got this close again, if they ever got to try again, that the feelings wouldn't dull. She wanted to see that pleasured, strained, exhausted look on his face over and over again, feeling as if it was something she had done, something she had given him. Her body thrashed lightly and her back arched off the bed as he deliberately tried to please her, apparently watching her face for spots that seemed sensitive and from which he got a reaction. "That's... Mmm..." she started at the sound of his voice, letting her eyes flutter closed. Hearing his voice say that he was enjoying it only made it better.

As she relaxed and took the pleasure in for what it was, her back arched lightly and her hips moved up to meet his lightly. Her hands slid down his sides a little, then back up to his arms. When her eyes opened again they moved over his face. Tahirah's head lifted up off his soft pillows to kiss along his cheek, down to the corner of his mouth and finally to his ear. "I love you... It feels so good... I'm happy... You were my first..." she said, breathing out before moaning into his ear, dropping her body back into the bed a little.
 
Hamadi continued grasping her hips and moving in a controlled, almost mechanical rhythm. Her moan in his ear was quite possibly the most amazing sound he’d ever heard, he thought. The memory of her crying out in pain, the sights of her hurting face and blood were all forgotten now. As he continued to move slowly in and out of her, he suddenly felt a twitch. His cock was throbbing even more than it had been, and he felt a warm wave of pleasure start to wash through his body. “Oohmmm, it feels… ah, good for me too,” he moaned. “And you were my first, too, of cour….” Just then, he felt the wave moving toward his loins, and remembered it was time for action. Thrusting his hips quickly out of her, his hips violently thrust forward. With no time to take aim somewhere harmless, a shot of gooey liquid fired out of him and right onto her stomach, a little reaching as far as her breasts. In shock, he was unable to move, and a second wave fired at the same place shortly after.

His face flushed immediately in shame. It wasn’t his intent to ejaculate on Tahirah at all. If he had time to think about it, he would have wrapped a sheet around himself. He quickly threw the top sheet over her stomach, pressing down on the sticky product. He flopped down next to her, but turned his head away from her on the pillow in embarrassment. “I… I’m sorry, Tahirah,” he stammered. “I didn’t mean to… um, defile you like that. I just thought it was best not to...” Finally, he turned his head around and looked at her. “I think I can do better next time, love," he finally offered. He began tracing his fingers across her arm lightly, planting a light kiss on her neck as his blush subsided. “But, overall, it was wonderful,” he said with a contented smile.
 
Tahirah's breathing was shallow and but labored as she tried to catch her breath from the feels that seemed to just be eating it up. Her eyes fluttered open and closed until she felt him squeeze her hips just that much tighter, and suddenly his warmth was pulled away from her body. She was able to look down between them as he had himself propped up there and her body shuddered at the feeling of his hot seed spread across her stomach. There was something sensual and arousing, actually, about watching him do that, to see the manifest of his pleasure. Still, she knew he was embarrassed by it, and she blushed too when she realized what had really happened and that he was blushing over it. When he turned away from her she pouted a little, unsure what it meant - had she done something to upset him?

When he finally spoke, she smirked a bit and lifted her delicate hand to his face, slowly rolling over on to her side. "It's okay, darling... That was..." she started, but her head shook a little. How was one supposed to describe that? Incredible didn't seem to match up. "I couldn't have asked for more..." she smiled at him comfortingly. Tahirah bit her lip, tempted to tell him that she had actually enjoyed it a little, but figured that was stepping over the line - that was too much, at least for now. Still, her eyes smiled a little at the thought, though she decided to spare the moment by keeping her mouth shut. "You're wonderful," she breathed, catching a whiff of his sheets, that beautiful lotus-almond smell, as she slid a little closer to give him a soft kiss. "I wish I could stay with you here forever..." she whispered into his ear, nuzzling herself close to his neck.
 
Hamadi smiled widely, his heart melting a little when Tahirah reassured him. Now that he thought of it, the mental image he now had of shooting his seed onto her wonderful, naked body was incredibly arousing. He wrapped his arms around her body as they lay side by side, running his foot up and down her leg. “I couldn’t have asked for more either, Princess,” he whispered in her ear. He thought about telling her how wonderful it was, and that he hoped they could do it again. He’d heard, in fact, of many things that lovers could do together besides the obvious wonderful activity they’d just shared in. He thought, however, that if something happened again, it should happen naturally, an expression of their pure and mutual love.

“I know you have to get back tonight,” he reluctantly admitted. “But maybe we can lay together here for a while first,” he suggested a little hopefully. “I’d like it more than anything in the world right now, love.” He drew his body up close against hers and traced his nose across her face, shoulders, and arm. His mind and body were still buzzing from the experience that was better than he possibly could have imagined. He thought about the following night for a moment, wondering anxiously if their plans could jeopardize the possibility of something as magnificent as this taking place again.
 
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