alexia lays in the furs in the darkened room and thinks that the night is the hardest time. During the day she is busy, but the night ... those nights when she can't sleep are the worst. Stirring softly, she pulls the thin furs closer to her and snuggles. There are nights she has sisters to curl up to and can feel the body heat radiate from them, but not this night. she wonders if she will ever be one to be sleeping at the foot of a Master's furs, or in His arms, while a girl is left behind like she is now.
her face turns to the small crack high in the wall that allows the air to circulate. If she angles just right, she can see a moon in the sky. Sometimes, two of them appear. she longs to see all three. Longing is something she is becoming familiar more with as the lonely days pass.
Softly, she mutters, "White silk girls have needs too."
alex flings herself to lie on her belly; one arm tucks under her head and cradles her. she tries to deny the feelings that wash over her when she is alone. she tries not to feel vulnerable. she tries not to feel the need that fills her heart. Need. she knows it is greater than 'need'; she knows it is fire that is consuming her. Pent up to erupt, to seek release from a body that has been untouched. alexia moans into the pillow of hair under her face. she will never be opened. she will never be good enough. If she towers one more time ~ if she watches her sisters nadu as she kneels pristinely ~ she is going to scream. she is going to throw herself on the first Master (well, maybe not the first; but, definitely, the best looking Master) who walks into the room as she slides her legs shut tightly. Do Masters not realize what happens to a girl when her legs are closed tight as she kneels?
The girl is unaware that her body is moving slowly. she thinks of how she was chastised today by the first girl for failing to put the vulo eggs in the cool room. alex meant to and was going to. she had to stop to tease nidia, and then they peeked through the crack of the open door into the Hall. The two Masters did not see them as They talked, but the girls grinned as they gazed upon Them. Dancing eyes, alert to being spotted, slid over the muscular legs and large hands that waved in the air as They laughed and drew pictures in the air with strong fingers. alexia's eyes wandered to the apex of Their thighs and her smile became smaller as raw desire replaced it. nidia jabbed her and pulled her from the door, whispering softly that she was to go to the older Man's furs that night. alexia looked at her and softly stomped one small foot. That is when the first girl came in and saw the eggs on the counter; she tugged alexia's ear and pulled her to them, scolding her sharply for her inattentiveness.
As small breasts push against the fur to the hard floor, alex remembers the Men and she thinks of the younger One. He is not handsome, but He has an assurance. His arrogance makes her wish she could ... she tries to still her worthless wishes as the dusty pink nipples jut out, begging for a Man's touch. A soft gasp catches in her throat as she feels the current jolt into her breasts and rush down her body. Pressing harder to the floor, she the ache grows, that ache that is almost pain, rushing into her breasts.
alexia moans in defeat; her body, again, rolling on to its back as she slides the furs from her. Alone in the room, her hands push at the old silk she wears to the furs. Trembling fingers lift it and shove it up to her belly as her creamy thighs part. The familiar wetness draws her finger to caress the soft folds that hide her throbbing pearl, with a whisper touch she allows the tips of her fingers to stroke the bare lips. Burning eyes look up to the tiny crack that shows the stars as she rubs and teases. her other hand caresses the slight roundness of her exposed belly, running lightly about the tiny indenture of her belly button, then back towards the bottom of the silks. Each touch sends a shiver to her clit, making her aware of the release needed. alexia sits up and pulls the silks from her body, then stands in a strand of moonlight that shines on the floor. Deep brown hair cascades over her shoulder blades and down a narrow back to the roundness of her ass. Both hands move to her breasts and tease the velvet flesh, but now the hands are His. He is taking pieces of her body. He is possessing her. He, who she wishes will be the First to lay her body in the furs and push His cock into the tightness of her cunt. alexia writhes a primal dance as she teases the hardened nipples. her head falls back as she dances slowly about the floor, alone in the small room. Hips seem to know instinctively what is needed, as they began a rocking motion. The taut ass sways and lifts as she stands on her toes, back arching.
Creamy honey flows from her body as the rich scent of a slave in heat fills the room. The girl drops one hand to push between her thighs as they part, fingers pressing to her clit. With the lightest touch, she strokes the pliant button, pushing on it and rubbing. The room echoes the soft gasps and moans that she can no longer contain.
