The Belly Dancer

She yelped out of surprise at the new positioning and quickly looked away from his gaze, feeling her face burn with an unrivaled heat at their closeness. Altair gripped her ribs and pressed his full bow-shaped lips to her flat belly. Upward he slowly kissed, gently but sensually so as not to frighten her until he had reached the soft valley between her breasts. She startled when the pads of his thumbs began to circle her dark nipples through the little crimson sheet she still clung to. A warm, open mouthed kiss was given to each, wetting the thin fabric and he watched them harden to press against the soft, material.


The touch sent ripples of warmth through her like small jolts of electricity and her eyes fluttered closed of their own will as his hot mouth alternated between each of them. Altair took his time, letting the tension unwind from her body with the immense fog of sensations clouding her uncertain mind. The moment she was distracted, he pulled her sheet free of her grasp in one swift tug and cast it aside, but her arms shot up quickly to bar her newly exposed chest from his eyes.


“I-I am afraid…” she admitted in a soft whisper, now looking directly into his honeyed gaze.
Altair raised a dark eyebrow and looked at her with a slight smile.


“There is no such thing as fear when you are with me… Clear?” He said in a quiet but commanding tone, her eyes watching his bow shaped lips move like a slow sensual dance to the baritone of his own voice. "I will not hurt you, I assure it."


After a moment she nodded and averted her jade eyes, letting her arms fall. Slowly he took in the inviting sight of her soft, naked breasts. They weren’t too large, but were supple and full to fit his palm just right. Each were adorned with pert, dusky nipples the size of small pebbles and he craved running his tongue over the tips.


Her arms came up to rest on his shoulders when he proceeded to blow cool puffs of air over the damp skin of her breasts. A stifled shy slipped past her lips when the heat of his mouth enveloped a nipple and the wet texture of his tongue began to play over it teasingly. She felt the involuntary flush of her face darken and she chided herself for the needy indulgence his touch created. But these new feelings were undeniable and she couldn't resist letting them play. Unfortunately, those delicious thoughts were short lived and her eyes popped open to look directly into his when a gentle bite was given to the inner curve of her breast.

"Where did you run off to?" she heard him ask against her chest as he continued his ministrations.


She looked embarrassed from the not so innocent thoughts frolicking unchecked through her mind, but he didn't give her a chance to reply. He simply removed the small red veil from under her eyes and ran his thumb along her bottom lip. His other hand slid up between her trembling thighs, caressing the soft skin there and her eyes widened and darted down to his when she felt his warm fingertips spreading her wet folds. She shivered with pure excitement. Never had she felt this way before….


When his long index finger found the tip of her opening, she became embarrassingly aware of the moisture collecting there. Alarmed yet afraid to protest aloud, she instinctively tried to wriggle her hips away from the intrusion, but he held her firmly against him by a strong arm at the small of her back. Altair smirked at her soft whimpering voice when her wet entrance yielded to his searching digit and slipped easily into her hot, tight folds.


“You know, it is quite foolish to think of resisting me... ” he said calmly as he looked her in the eyes, encompassing her with the depth of his gaze. “Tonight you will be mine… and mine alone.”


He felt her clamping down on his finger in fear and so he went directly for the hypersensitive spot within her core that was once touched by no other. Already she was wet, so very wet and Altair felt himself hardening further beneath his robes in anticipation of being buried there. She gasped audibly and hugged him tight as an intense spark flashed behind her eyes. He felt a flicker of satisfaction as those jade irises of hers closed once more, her thighs buckling from the growing desire. The sensation she felt before was so dim, but now it was if he was provoking the fire directly and all she could think was to let it burn.


“You must forgive me, I...I have never- Ah!" she trailed off, letting loose a small cry.


She instead nuzzled her cheek to his, enjoying the coarse stubble of his jaw against her skin. God, if this didn't feel so good! Her fingers gripped the dark cloth over his broad shoulders as the sensation grew with each stroke. The earthen scent of the desert mixed with the masculine scent of his clothes seemed to swirl around her and overflow her senses, filling her mind of him and only of him. The tingling between her legs was tightening like a winding coil that wanted to snap. And as her juices began to coat his massaging fingers, it was then she realized she was but a porcelain doll controlled by his will, just waiting to shatter to pieces in his hands. She mewled louder this time against his ear as the hot and pulsing, hungry ache became stronger and she wondered what in God’s name he was doing to her! Her soft hands somehow found their way into the front of his robes. Hard muscle met her fingers as she sought out the warmth of his skin and hurriedly parting his robes, she pressed her bare breasts to his chest. All of this was so foreign and surreal to her but she couldn't fathom making herself stop, not when she felt like this! The heat was practically maddening.


In response, Altair ran the fingertips of his free hand down her spine then squeezed her rounded buttocks in tune with his stroking digits. She arched into him, rocking her rump back and forth over his long skillful digits, unconsciously riding them as though she couldn't decide which way to go first.


Altair smirked at her newfound yearning for his touch. He was enjoying seeing her experience such unbridled pleasure for the first time and was pleased she had given in so easily to him and the heated sensations he was creating. She felt wild and guilty for enjoying his touch but still allowed her straining thighs to widen the deeper his fingers dipped. She was now victim to his assault as she felt him alternate between stroking her walls to massaging her wet, greedy entrance.


His full lips hovered teasingly just an inch away from her own blood-red painted lips, ghosting their softness over her own. He didn’t close the distance right away and waited to be welcomed by her, wanting her to be as much a part of this as he. When she pressed her lips to his, he decided to let her kiss him as she pleased, from shyly exploring his lips with feathery touches to playfully brushing the tip of her tongue with his. She was enjoying the flavor of his mouth as it tasted sharply of the sweet wine from downstairs.


The young Belly Dancer was overwhelmed by him, becoming all the more eager as her hips twisted over his lap. The pressure of her grinding hips over his lap caused Altair to wince, becoming painfully aware of his denied erection still throbbing so close to her grasping heat. To her surprise, he abruptly broke the kiss and gently removing his fingers, he pried her off his lap, sitting her in the colorful bedding beneath them. Her breath was heavy, her eyes wide as she sat atop her knees looking at him longingly. This time she made no attempt to cover herself. He stood with his back to her as he began the quick removal of his boots and long robes to rid himself of anything that dared prevent his desire for skin to skin.


The forgotten fear she thought she left behind earlier returned as soon as the soft material of his dark cloths and undergarments hit the marble floor. His tall muscled physique seemed to radiate strength, from the span of his broad shoulders and back to the tight curve of his smooth, rounded buttocks. And yet, she couldn't help noticing the random scars decorating his backside.


"So much pain..." she whispered aloud before she could catch herself.


He stiffened at her words, arms falling to his sides upon realizing what she meant. She inched up behind him and carefully skimmed her fingertips over a jagged scar along the firm muscle at the back of his thigh.


"What happened to you?" She asked quietly. When he said nothing, she placed a gentle kiss to the old wound marring his otherwise soft skin.


It was Altair's turn to avert his eyes, choosing to stare off at the doorway in front of him. He knew if he were to ever return to see her at some point, she must never find out what he truly is. As an Assassin, he was feared by most and considered a dangerous, heartless monster among the rest... Except her. And right now, as she pressed her lips adoringly to his various scars of battles past, he decided right then and now that he was going to be sure to keep it that way.


She gave him a sympathetic look as she continued to gaze along the length of his naked backside. His skin was such a warm inviting color... Her small palms then began to massage the backs of his thighs as she thought on the mystery that made up his past. But if he preferred not to speak of it then so would she…


Altair turned and pushed her down to the multicolored linen beneath them, taking in her lovely feminine curves. He was surprised to find her body was almost completely hairless. She leaned up to innocently kiss along his jaw and he responded by capturing her lips in a heated kiss of his own. She felt a strong hand travel up her side and caress one of her breasts. His hand was so warm....


Altair continued to kiss her as he adjusted his weight to his knees. Forcefully he spread her thighs wide to make room for his larger frame, not before stealing a glance at her swollen, dripping sex. He swiped up the fluid leaking along her opening with two fingers and licked away the evidence. When he moved to suckle the soft skin at her neck, her eyes dropped between them to his hardened manhood as it hung heavily between his muscled thighs for the first time and immediately she knew what was to come.


Driven by the heady taste of her, Altair held her down by her hips and nuzzled his face to her lower belly, kissing the pliant skin there and he closed his eyes as he inhaled the strong feminine scent of her arousal. She felt an exhilarating chill crawl up her spine when suddenly he dipped down and the flat of his tongue licked her from slit to clit.


His long fingers slipped back into her wet sex, one by one, teasingly caressing that sensitive spot he knew lay within. She gasped as her hips jerked for more pressure to release the mind numbing tension. She was getting close, so close to whatever it was he was dragging her towards. A louder moan was drawn from her as his soft lips and swirling tip of his tongue encased the sensitive little bundle of nerves peeking out from cleft of her folds. She squealed, her thighs tightening around his head as pleasure, uncertainty, and fear dangled her freely over an unseen edge. And just when she thought she couldn’t fight it any longer, a low moan slipped from his throat, the deep sound rolling over her swollen clit like a crashing wave to destroy everything in its path. Her back arched and a small cry fled her throat as Altair threw her writhing little body over that not so distant edge, her very first orgasm racking her scrambled mind like a storm.


"Mmm... Very lovely...." she heard him whisper from between her legs as she struggled to recover from her plummet from paradise and return to the warmth of his arms.


At least she exhaled, slowly opening her deep jade eyes and stared up at the white ceiling above them, reaching up only to run a hand through her hair to brush her dark, mussed locks out of her eyes.


Altair smirked and placed a last kiss to her swollen clit then slinked up her small frame with the grace of an overgrown cat.


"Wait- What are you…" she began when his handsome face appeared above her.


She was still trying to collect herself from the murky pool she sunk into, but could only let out a small yelp when he suddenly rolled them so she sat atop his larger frame. He rose up on an elbow and pulled her down by a hand at the back of her neck, his lips crashing hungrily upon hers. Her cheeks flamed when he grabbed her hand and closed her palm tightly around his swollen manhood. She startled and tried to pull her hand back but he held fast, wrapping her fingers just under the tip of it and initiated a stroking motion to show her what he liked best.


“There is no escape." Altair reprimanded, looking at her knowingly with a slight smirk. "Besides... This is just the beginning.”


Her eyes went wide.


‘So soon?’ she thought uneasily as the man beneath her sucked gently at her lips. After this, there would be no going back, although it was not as if there was much of a choice from the start….


But could she really go through with this? She pulled away from the kiss and looked down at his long hardened organ in her grasp. She had never seen a man this intimately before and the sight actually seemed to thrill her. She was intrigued by its smooth texture while just a little intimidated as it proudly stood from the patch of curly ebony hair at his groin. Slightly darker than the rest of him, it was hot to her touch and lightly pulsed beneath her fingers. She gauged his reactions as her ring of fingers followed his instruction by moving upward, pausing to squeeze and caress the plump mushroom shaped head before sliding back down. Altair’s golden eyes closed, his lips parting slightly as his breath quickened and he idly wondered just how long he had denied himself.


"Yesss... That's it." He whispered huskily, nodding his approval.


She felt the rough pads of his fingers squeeze the smooth skin of her hips and noticed a clear fluid beginning to collect at his tip. But just as her secret desire to touch him was overwhelmed by curiousity, Altair lifted her hips almost impatiently and positioned her for penetration.


"Wait! I do not think I am ready for this... Please, just wait a moment." She said quickly, gripping his strong forearms and looking worriedly into his lusty golden depths.


Altair chuckled lightly and hooked his finger under her chin, raising himself up to suck at her lips in a calming kiss.


"You will do fine, but you must let yourself go. It is the only way." he mumbled against her lips.


Her back arched and her mouth dropped open in a small 'O' when she felt a manipulative thumb stroke that tight little kernal again at the apex of her sex. He just looked at her imploringly before laying back down. He wanted to watch her ride his aching cock and immerse herself in the pleasure he had to offer.


But still she hesitated. He seemed a bit large and she wasn’t sure how it would fit. The pattern of his thumb over her clit increased in tempo, circling mercilessly until she shivered with raw need once again. She was astonished at the way her body responded to this man’s touch. It almost seemed he was forcing her body to make up its mind for her despite how her mind fought against it. Yet no matter how she fought, she couldn’t deny how everywhere between her legs was begging to know what it was like to have him buried deep inside her.


Shaking lightly of the unknown, the Belly Dancer took a deep breath and carefully lowered herself onto him. Altair's half-lidded gaze focused intently on her swollen netherlips taking him inside. She felt herself starting to stretch uncomfortably the further she went and cringed, stopping after he refused to slip easily inside. She tried again, attempting to force him deeper and stopped abruptly as white pain flashed behind her eyes when she hit a barrier. The Belly Dancer made a sound of frustration and Altair pulled her down into a hug, running his hands along her back.


"Just relax." he said quietly into her hair.


He didn't want to thrust immediately into her as he didn't want to hurt her, but she could not do it on her own and seemed the result was inevitable. He sighed and squeezed her against him.


"It will hurt only a moment..." She heard him whisper and immediately grit her teeth, burying her face into his neck to muffle her sob after the harsh, unforgiving pain of him spearing through her maidenhead. He did not stop until he was fully sheathed and idly massaged her sides to help ease her distress. She gripped desperately to his bare shoulders, the mixture of shock and pain evident in her shaking body.


Altair swiped at the water on her cheek when she looked up at him with uneasiness in her wide eyes. She sat up and made a start when he followed her retreat his embrace. She went limp in his arms when he arched her backward to suckle apologetically at her nipples.


His hips thrusted gently to test her resolve and her walls contracted around him constantly in effort to grow accustomed to this new intrusion. The Dancer's watery gaze looked down at the top of his head dejectedly, realizing her innocence was now gone... And sadly a part of her knew deep down that she knew she could not remain with him from this point on. It was simply out of the question, as her place was tied here... So she tried to take comfort in the notion that she would at least get to share this connection with him for the rest of her days.


Altair then lay back once more, admiring his handywork on her newly erect nipples. Hot friction began to mingle with the comforting sensation of being filled so completely and she felt small waves of pleasure replacing the painful ache between her thighs. He wasted no time in rocking her hips slowly against his own to set the rhythm he wanted her to follow, moving with long deep strokes to caress that devilish spot within. She tried to stifle her whimper and flattened her palms over of his stomach to steady herself over his rolling hips.


Altair sighed deeply, his own pleasure escalating as her soft touch and clasping sheath sent sparks bursting behind his eyes. The sight of her beautiful little bouncing figure above him as she became devoured by her own want was enchanting. Her head fell back, her full breasts bouncing with her own eager efforts. His fingers squeezed and pinched the supple flesh of her thighs, enjoying the rosey marks they left as though his fingerprints were being burned to her flawless skin. He unexpectedly sat up and he pushed her flat to her back into the vibrant bedding. Steadying himself above her, Altair looked down at her as he thrust, his dark clouded eyes raking over her flustered body and the remnants of his saliva still glossed over her pert nipples. Soft whimpers escaped the tiny opening between her puffy lips.


He leaned down and pressed his face against her throat, kissing and marking the sensitive skin there. Her smaller frame, so soft, curvy, and delicate, fit perfectly against his larger one and his lust driven mind randomly considered keeping her always to warm his bed. She was so intoxicating… The way she moved beneath him, beginning to writhe and swoon in the throes of her own passion much like the way she danced for him.


"Please... Promise me you won't stop..." She crooned into his ear as he drove into her, becoming more forceful to drag her closer and closer again to that wonderful and elusive edge.


She closed her eyes, trembling in dizziness and an intense heat at her core that was so deliciously dark it could be only be described as him. Her hips rolled up to match his deep thrusts as her painted fingers dug into the colorful cloths beneath them. Who could have thought an act so feral, so dangerously erotic and addicting could ever make her feel like this? It was just too much to endure.


The young girl suddenly bucked and went rigid beneath him as the grasping torrent of what felt like his shadowy embrace swallowed her whole. He mashed his lips to hers in an aggressive kiss, wanting, needing to engulf and consume her every sense until he'd filled her mind entirely of him. Her back arched and she let out a small whine as his pace quickened until she tumbled gratefully into her second release of the night. Altair’s eyes rolled behind his eyelids as her tight little sex squeezed his cock with a grip he wasn't sure he could escape, coating him in a warm rush of her juices.


Drowning herself in the grip of this all too disorienting high, she cupped his jaw and returned his kiss with equal fervor while her still spasming channel continued to milk him for all he had to give. Altair gasped, his mouth dropping open in shock as his long awaited release hit him head on.


The Dancer sighed softly against his lips, shivering when he stiffened and a flood of warmth rushed into her nurturing core. But Altair pulled out of her and held her down roughly with one hand while he pumped his slick manhood with the other, letting the last of it seep onto her pink outer folds until every inch of her swollen sex was covered. Fascinated, she intently watched his vulgar display as some of the warm, pearly liquid shot onto her lower belly.


Altair sighed heavily as a gratifying chill crept along his spine and up the back of his neck. His heavy climax was finally waning. He looked down at the young girl again when he felt her index finger swipe away the last drop of the opaque substance still clinging to his tip and experimentally licked it from her finger.


“Naughty little thing, aren’t you?” he commented in a low voice and smirked, running a palm affectionately up her belly and over her breasts. “I like that in a woman….”


She smiled somewhat seductively back at him and then did the same with the remaining fluids on her lower stomach.


Sitting back on his haunches, Altair took a moment to catch his breath and ran a hand through his short, dark hair. His half lidded eyes casually scanned down her ravaged body as she lay in front of him, her breasts rising and falling as she also worked to catch her breath. Her cheeks bloomed pink from her innocent nature and she squeezed her thighs together when his eyes settled on the glistening opening between her legs.


"Do not be embarrassed about what just took place..." He said, his hand reaching out to caress one of her calves. "I know you enjoyed it... as did I."


And she had enjoyed it immensely, more so than she could have ever imagined! He sat back against her pile of pillows and pulled his knees up to rest his arms atop them lazily. She noticed he did not bother to cover his nakedness and found her jade eyes scanning the toned length of his torso and long legs rather hungrily. The heated sensation between her legs was already sparking back to life quickly just by looking at him and she knew only he could douse the flames of what was becoming a persistently burning fire.


To be continued….