It was getting late and yet Kassandra noticed that her husband, Hektor, was yet to dismiss her new handmaiden Thea from their shared tent. Apparently, on a whim, Helton had purchased the pleasure slave to be a handmaiden for his new bride and Kassandra was grateful for the companionship. Thankfully, unlike her husband, her handmaiden spoke her language
Kassandra had lately been spending all of her free time with the beautiful former pleasure slave, learning from her how best to please her husband and satisfy his appetites for her body. While she was an attentive student, the warlord's bride was not yet prepared to work up the courage to try any of the new positions that she had been taught. How could she even begin trying to take the lead with her husband? The idea of being on top when coupling with him seemed daunting.
So far, the best she could manage was endure some of her husband's more extreme demands on her body without complaint. Since his first assault on her rear passage, she had had to brave the experience three further times. The last such occasion was the previous night where, at Thea's instruction, Kassandra had managed to make the experience less painful for herself. Upon realising which of her passages that her husband would wish to take his pleasure from her, by his rubbing the tip of his finger around and against her puckered back entrance, she had immediately and without prompting, dropped to her knees and taken his member in her mouth, almost impaling her face on him. She had become quite skilled at pleasing him with her mouth over the past month and, when required, could even swallow the entirety his seed without revulsion. She would begin moving her lips up and down his length, coating it with a thick layer of spit.
This served three purposes. The first was that by pleasuring him like this, it would ensure that he would not last as long when confined in the tightness of her most private area. The second is that, should he be unable to control his impatience and desire, choosing to bend her over and take her, that his entry inside her would be eased by her spit, sparing her the absolute worst of the pain. Thirdly, if he could control his impatience, just before dropping to her knees, Kassandra was able to retrieve a small glass bottle containing nothing more than vegetable oil, typically used for cooking.
Thea had taught her that there were other, non-food related uses for it. Dripping the slippery oil onto her hands, Kassandra would then pull her mouth off of his member and replace it with one hand. Wrapping her hand tightly around him, she would move it up and down, coating his cock until it was glistening, and he was moaning in pleasure.
While she did this, with her left hand, she would reach behind herself and push one of her own slippery fingers into her back passage, loosening it up in preparation of what was to come. Then, when he indicated that he wanted to receive pleasure from more than just her hand or mouth, she would willingly bend over, her face pressed down into the mattress while her rear end remained high for his easy access. Finally, she would look back over her shoulder at him, as Thea had stressed the importance of eye contact, and would place her hands on her rear cheeks, spreading them wide in invitation for him to take her there.
This most recent time, perhaps placated by her submission, rather than painfully and brutally taking her anal passage, he instead somewhat gently pressed against her opening, not stopping until the head of his member penetrated her passage. Her eyes shot wide open at the intrusion and then, she slowly exhaled and relaxed her body, allowing him further access.
As he sank deeper into her, she, remembering Thea's instructions, then reached back between her legs. She pressed two still slippery fingers into her sex while her thumb rubbed against the nubbin at the entrance. Since her wedding night, at Thea's urging, Kassandra had become more familiar with exploring her private area, even gradually learning how to find her own pleasure there.
By doing this while he penetrated her, it would help her relax. Thea had repeatedly stressed the importance of relaxing while he was taking her there as, without doing so, the experience would always be painful. There was also, she said, the added benefit of doing so was that the action could make the experience actually pleasurable. While Kassandra doubted that, she was certainly willing to do anything to try minimising the pain.
As her husband bottomed out inside her rear passage, she pressed her fingers into her front entry. In and out, in and out. She then realised that she could feel his cock through the membrane that separated both passages. The feeling was not unpleasant. The pace of her fingers increased and then he began to move, slow at first.
Hektor moved in and out of her, using long, slow strokes, maybe for her comfort, maybe to draw out his pleasure. Who knew?
However, what she did know what that her breathing was becoming heavier. Her fingers increased to a frenzied pace and, combined with the feeling of him also inside her, for the first time in her life, Kassandra Targaryen moaned during intercourse.
"Don't stop," she breathed, for once wholly uncaring about whether or not he spoke her language. "Don't stop. Don't stop. Don't stop." She was almost chanting the words. Hektor's pace increased as he withdrew more of his cock from her before slamming it all the way in, giving her rectum as much of his manhood as he could.
He was no longer being gentle, fucking her as hard as he ever had there. Each time he pushed his full length inside of her, she felt like every part of her body was consumed by the sensation. Each time he pulled out, she craved the feeling of fullness, only feeling satisfied when he slammed back inside her.
Thea had been right, the experience could be pleasurable.
Without fully realising what she was doing, Kassandra suddenly lifted herself up on all fours and started thrusting back against him without shame like a bitch in heat. Driven on by her enthusiasm, Hektor slapped her buttocks with an open palm before gripping her hips and continuing his thrusting.
Then, without warning, an all-consuming, overwhelming shudder ripped through her entire body, and she screamed as she climaxed for the first time. It was unlike any feeling that she had ever experienced, the sensation fuelled by the intensity of her husband's thrusts with ever increasing speed and savagery.
Her wordless voice trailed off into silence and she collapsed onto the mattress, absently aware that her husband was still pounding away at her. Dazedly, she half raised her head from the mattress and swept the hair from her face, looking back at her husband. He grinned at her flushed face as he continued to slide in and out of her and she smiled tiredly back at him.
As her climax finally faded away, her rear end started to hurt again. Hektor's breathing became laboured, and she knew that he was reaching the moment of his pleasure. She would just have to endure a little longer. Besides, she would not have tried to stop him even if she had thought he would listen to any protestations on her part. She felt that it would have been wrong to deny him his pleasure after the pleasure he had given her.
He increased his pace to a speed she would have not thought possible, and Kassandra dropped her head down to bite onto her arm in an attempt to stifle a howl of pain. But Hektor then gripped a tight fistful of her hair and dragged her back so that she was nearly upright, releasing her scream into the tent, plundering her body with savage ferocity.
