Chapter 03: The Night before the Wedding
Asleep, Ilyana dreamt of the night before her wedding. She retired from the feast prepared in her honor early - lacking an appetite due to her apprehension of the coming nuptials the following day. The Zamoran went to bed afraid of the Turanians and depravities supposedly practiced in their seraglios.
She tried masturbating herself to sleep, but her orgasm only made her more restless and uncomfortable. As the perspiration caused by her climax chilled her body, she wished for a thicker blanket to warm her shivering figure. Fortunately for the future bride, her mother visited her chamber out of concern for Ilyana's health.
Tatyana, Ilyana's thirty-two-year-old mother and concubine to Ivan Yuriev, found her eighteen-year-old daughter wide awake in bed. Unsurprisingly, since she purposely failed to give Ilyana proper insulation against nocturnal climate of the Eastern Desert, Tatyana Dmitrova hoped that her child might invite her into bed. Indeed, Derketo answered her incestuous prayer when Ilyana said:
- Can I sleep with you tonight, mother?
Removing her own garments, she slipped into bed to join her daughter. Wrapping her arms around her child, Tatiana warmed Ilyana with her body. The cold sweat that covered her skin slowly heated as Ilyana took comfort in her mother's warm bosom. With her departing anxiety, hunger returned to Ilyana's thoughts. She heard her stomach grumble loudly; prompting Tatiana to offer her right breast to her daughter:
- This one is still full of milk....
She quickly latched on to her nipple. Sucking her mother's milk into her mouth, Ilyana quickly gulped the breastmilk down her throat. Like all the other times the young Zamoran nursed from her mother, Ilyana inserted one of her legs so that her thigh touched Tatiana's vulva. Following her daughter's example, the senior odalisque of Ivan Yuriev's harem lodged one of her limbs between Ilyana's slightly parted thighs.
Parent and child soon stimulated one another -- grinding their thighs into the other's mound. At the peak of her climax, Ilyana (still suckling her mother's tit) bit into Tatiana's nipple. The pain pushed Tatiana into orgasm as she cradled her daughter's head in her arms. On her cleavage, her daughter's labored breaths blew warmth into her heaving chest. Suddenly, she felt tears wetting her bosom. Taking one of her hands to raise Ilyana's face upwards, the slave stared into her daughter's weeping visage and asked:
- What's the matter, my dear child?
Realizing that the night marked the end of further intimacy with her parent, Ilyana wailed: