Becoming the Concubine

Hanae had been sound asleep, she was only half awake as Jonathon scooped her out of the cage, and carried her to bed. Jonathon's manhood had that granite hard stiffness that he always had in the morning, and the need to relieve it, now. Placing her on the bed, he licked a couple of times at her entrance, to make his entry a little bit easier, placing his manhood against her, he drove in with the lust-hardened edge.

Hanae's eyes snapped open, waking fully, and she shrieked as her tight womanhood was once again parted forcefully. She let out a grunt as he again thumped home, deep in her tight recesses. Grabbing her legs, he hooked her ankles over his shoulders, and let out a growl of pleasure as he had her stuffed to the maximum.

Fired up, he started the fucking movements, and after the first few thrusts, the motions became easier. Hanae was feeling her tight channel stretching to take it all, and it started to feel different. It was startling, but she was getting into what was happening. Jonathon was dominating her, and being dominated started to get her excited. Almost against her will, she started to make little sounds of pleasure as his manhood took what he wanted.

Jonathon could feel the acceptance, Mmmmm, yes, her cunt was adjusting, and those sounds were not sounds of displeasure. He released his hold on her wrists, and he felt her arms come around to pull him close. She needed a reward, and he pulled out.

Hanae moaned with the loss of his hard manhood but when he shoved her face against her and started to lick and suck at her tight little opening, she let out a loud cry of pleasure, as Jonathon orally pleasured her. She felt the hard bump rising up, and Jonathon swabbed and licked wetly at it, she reached down, pushed his mouth tight against her, and felt the feeling coming for her.

She grunted, growled, and muttered some words in her native language, her voice rose to a shriek, and she felt the release take her, her tight little passage started to spasm, a rush of her womanly essence flooding Jonathon's face. When he rose up, she saw his manhood, looking as hard as marble, and when he plunged back into her, even though a small part of her mind weakly protested, her womanly passage welcomed him as her essences splashed all over the rigid shaft.

Hanae could feel her full surrender, the need to be dominated and used took full control, and she wrapped herself tightly around him, her cries, grunts, and growls of pleasure filled the tent, another wave of sensation rushed at her, and she shrieked as she felt the wild spasming of her inner recesses, another release taking her, it was barely done when she felt the building again.

Jonathon was getting a superb, hot morning ride, the tight grip of her cunt, and the rippling of her silky walls around his cock were nothing short of spectacular. She roared into two more releases before Jonathon growled, his manhood spouting a thick rush of his seed into her eagerly accepting womanhood.

Jonathon flopped back, and he felt Hanae move towards him, wanting to keep bodily contact. He had the feeling that she was his, and would stay without further need to be caged.

He got up, it was time to test that theory. When she started to rise, ready to go back to the cage, he motioned her to stay. He looked out of the tent, saw his interpreter close by, and motioned him in. He told him what he wanted her to hear, and as before, the interpreter stood out of sight of the bed so he would not see Hanae, but she would hear him.

"Hanae, I am pleased to see you adjusting. I am not going to cage you up anymore, I think we can dispense with that. I will have you in my bed every night, and I will pleasure you as much as you pleasure me. It is time to arise, get dressed, and have a morning meal."

Hanae heard that, and her heart lept. Being free from that cage was wonderful, free of confinement, and she was eager to do nothing that would put her back there. She nodded eagerly, letting Jonathon know that she would cause no more trouble.

The interpreter returned to his accustomed spot outside, and Hanae and Jonathon got dressed, and when Jonathon stepped outside the tent and clapped his hands, the morning meal was quickly delivered.

Jonathan studied her covertly as they ate. She no longer had the look of being trapped, the dewy-eyed look was gone. In its place he saw the growing knowledge of what she had needed, thinking that marriage would do that, and he had been lucky enough to get her and show her what she wanted.

After eating, Jonathon was pleasantly surprised when she came to him, of her own volition, took his hand, and with a smile, motioned towards the bed. Hanae had surprised herself with how much she wanted it again, and when his manhood thumped home, she let out a pleasure-filled shriek. The feeling of her tight womanhood being filled, dominated by his hard manhood, fed into her need to be fully dominated, and in a very short time, she was moving with him, humping her hips up towards him.

Jonathan wanted to try the position Queen Anne had taught him, he pulled her close and rolled over.

Hanae looked down, surprised at the change of position. When their eyes met, he nodded and she understood. She started the movements, and she was a bit unsure for the first little while, but she got into the rhythm soon, and she rode him, enjoying the look on his face, mmm, Mmmmm, that hard little button of flesh was rubbing against his manhood. She adjusted herself for more contact, oh yes, it felt so amazing, and she went for her release.

Jonathon was savoring the tight grip, in this position, he could feel the head of his cock rubbing against the ridges deep inside her cunt. The sensation was even better than normal fucking, and he let her take her own pace.

Hanae could feel that release coming close, her squeals, cries, and groans of pleasure filled the tent. The fluttering started, then deep down, the gripping spasms, and she let out loud squeals of pleasure as she felt the release sweep into her, her body shaking in the grip of her release.

Dimly she heard Jonathon letting out lust grunts, he pulled her down, her womanhood fully swallowing his manhood and spent himself, Hanae felt the hot bloom of his essence bathing her womanly passage. Instead of feeling disgusted or repulsed, she welcomed his eruption, knowing that she had satisfied her dominant man.

Jonathon was now fully in control of Hanae, and he wanted to see her in action with another woman. His sexual relations with Queen Anne had produced an interesting feature, that Queen Anne had sexual relations with Frieda Krause, her lady in waiting. She had wanted Jonathon to watch, and he had been treated to a sight like he'd never before enjoyed. Great god, the sight of two such sexy bodies, Anne's Norwegian Nordic perfection, coupled with her lady in waiting's Germanic features, her full bosom, curved hips, dark hair, and brown eyes, were a study in superb contrast.

In the Queen's bedroom, Anne had been very much the aggressor, directing Frieda on how to please her, where to kiss, lick and finger, holding her head against her womanhood as Frieda's tongue, using the skill that bespoke of many times orally pleasing the Queen, had brought rushes of Anne's juices forth.

Jonathon had been invited to partake of the lady in waiting, and he had been happy to do so, the grunts, squeals, and moans spurring him on as his manhood had plumbed the depths of Freida's womanhood. The Queen's fingers brought Freida to completion, and just before he was ready to explode, he pulled out and drove into Queen Anne with all the pent-up lust of his impending explosion. The hard thumping home of his pent-up manhood brought loud cries and gasps from Anne, it had taken 3 strokes and his release seized him, his cock let loose, and his potent seed was delivered in thick wet rushes.

Now with Hanae under his control, he wanted to see her in that kind of hot, lesbian action.