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Fervour of the Past II: Husk by Tegeli [NOTE: This story continues from 'Fervour of the Past'.] CHAPTER 1 The orchestra kept repeating the same whimsical tunes, which were neither loud nor interesting enough to disturb discussion among the guests. Bemariq kept his expression calm, but he squeezed my hand tight, while his eyes darted on the ancient artefacts on display. Both of us had been reluctant to return to the Conglomerate and to leave the excavation at Heva. Nevertheless, we needed funding and most of all specialised equipment, which wasn't manufactured in that part of the world. The magnates and other potential wealthy patrons had to be shown that we had made progress. Because we had to amaze them with discoveries, many of the more rare artefacts we had brought hadn't even been studied properly yet. "Please!" Bemariq jerked towards an overtly well-dressed old pair, who were getting their hands awfully close to the husk of an ancient carapace suit. "Do not touch the items on display." The pair chortled, as if from a great jest, and continued on. Bemariq turned to me and took both of my hands. "I'm glad you are here, Sirin." He leaned forward to whisper in my ear, "I can contain this frustration, knowing that there's somewhere to 'unload' it afterwards." I giggled as innocently as I could, even though the mental image stirred my little member to strain against the enclosing petticoat. My tall man was strapping out of his usual exotic garb and in a proper Conglomerate outfit. I myself was like a cupcake, surrounded as I was by the frills and the rigid hem of my fuchsine silk gown. He kissed my painted lips and turned, only to walk into a mousy man, who hadn't bothered to blend in by dressing up in fitting attire. "Miss haz-Merin. Associate Bemariq," the man said. "I am Luwud Duy, a senior journalist from the Dawn Inquest. I'd do the interview now, if that is suitable." Bemariq explained, like he had numerous times that evening, how he and his partner late zef-Wared had applied recent statistical methods to neglected parts of historiography. By consulting both primary sources and local traditional retellings, they can connected an ancient key to the Sadamanala cycle from Dha canon. Afterwards they had demonstrated, how the Sadamanala was based on the same folklore, which was the main basis for the numerous variants of the Jaan testament. Or more precisely the parts about the homeland promised for Jaan. Associate zef-Wared had used the analysis to locate a vault, which me and Bemariq had managed open, much to our elation. Of course, we hadn't found any promised lands inside, but an apparently unused shelter complex. Unfortunately seismic activity over the millennia had destroyed the access ways deep underground. We desperately needed heavy equipment to shift the tons of rock to get any further. "This is all very interesting," Luwud said, even though he had declined to make notes about the technical details. "Let's talk about poor dead zef-Wared. Some said you killed him to claim all the glory from this discovery." Bemariq cleared his throat. "He was my friend, but unfortunately quite old. The officials did an autopsy and reported nothing awry." "Yes, the local officials." Luwud wrote a line in his notebook. "Who knows if those foreigners are trustworthy? You might have been able to bribe them. Not that I suspect you of anything, associate Bemariq. Yet others might." Bemariq glared at the journalist. "Do you have any more questions?" "In fact, I do. I'd ask about your fianc?e. How did your love begin in such a hostile environment?" "I don't see, how that is relevant," Bemariq said. I wrapped my arm around Bemariq's and said: "Let me answer. The public enjoys a bit of romance." "That they do," Luwud admitted. I widened my smile. "It was indeed lovely. When I completed my dreadful voyage there, I expected to find desperate womaniser stuck outside civilisation, ready to take advantage of a vulnerable girl like me. Instead I found a hard... working, passionate and dependable man. As our professional and personal interests aligned, naturally our relationship budded and grew." "How nice. When is the wedding?" "Eventually." Bemariq clasped my hand. "But soon enough." CHAPTER 2 Bemariq threw down his silk scarf. "Events like these remind me, why I avoid returning." I smiled and hugged him. "It went well, didn't it? We got plenty of donations." "Yes, yes." He brushed my hair with one hand, as he unbuttoned his coat with the other. "Though now I owe quite a few favours to high places. Not a bad position to be, as long as they think I'm useful." The man placed his coat of the back of a chair. "Now, take that gown off. I want to make the other hotel guests envy me for the lung capacity of my fianc?e." I bit my lip. While his strong expression of love was heavenly, I would have preferred to be able to sit down at the formal dinner without fidgeting. Yet I didn't hesitate long. I pressed the back of my gown to release the rigidity of cartilage in the hem. As soon as I removed the gown and peeled off my corset, Bemariq rushed to embrace me. The intensity of his kiss overwhelmed my reason. I tried to wrap my arms around him, but the man heaved me up on his shoulder. I giggled as he carried me to the bedroom. Bemariq threw me to the bed. Silly smile pursed on my lips, as I turned to look at him. I wore only my petticoat, shoes and stockings, thus my pointy little breasts were in the open for his perusal. The man sat on the edge of the bed and took off my shoes. Before I could question him, he grabbed my feet and pressed strong fingers into my soles, which ached from standing all day. I moaned and contorted, as the sore stiffness melted away in painful delight. He stopped and stared at the floor. "Sliver for your thoughts?" I asked. "Actually, when are we going to have our wedding?" I giggled. "Whenever you want." I lifted my hand to marvel at my engagement ring. To an untrained eye it was merely a band of dull steel and flat pieces of blue glass, but in reality it was a priceless, if lifeless, artefact. Presumably Bemariq liked that he could give it to a girl, who knew to appreciate it. Dread built around my heart, when the man didn't speak. My voice trembled, as I asked: "Are you having second thoughts?" Bemariq turned to smile at me. "Of course not. I'm merely pondering about the date. I'd much prefer to set off to Heva, the moment the fundraising and preparations are done." "We can get married at Rolu." "That'd be scandalous." "So is an associate marrying a girl of no status." I grinned. "Even without taking into account other... little... details." Bemariq moved lay next to me and gave me a kiss on the cheek. "That reveal would give the yellow press ample gossip. Maybe enough for them to stop insinuating I killed my friend." "Did you?" He grinned and slid his hand up my neck, until veins under my jaw drummed against his fingers. He growled: "I could have done it, easy." His hold was barely painful, yet my head swam. My thrill turned into a shiver. I whimpered, more out of instinct rather than genuine distress. Bemariq let go and kissed my neck. "You are so adorable. I bet you'd just allow me to strangle you, while squirming there, as if you were about to climax." "Perhaps." I pursed my lips. "But you wouldn't really hurt me." "Just tell me, if something's too uncomfortable." He pushed me on my side, gather up my skirt and lifted my leg. His finger pushed into my pucker. I had kept drinking the tonics, which kept my insides clean, even if it caused periodical stomach cramps. I wanted to be ready for my man at moment's notice. After loosening me a little, Bemariq opened his trousers and applied lube to his cock. He placed his member between my buttocks, and I pushed just as he thrust. Even with plenty of training, I winced from the sudden stretching, which grew more intense, until Bemariq was up to the hilt in me. I pressed my hands on my face in order not to squeal. "For being such an indispensable relief today," Bemariq whispered. "I'll reward you." My spine and thighs shuddered, as the hand holding my leg reached down to engulf my penis. Unlike the rod pushing against my insides, my diminutive member was near-limp despite its needy spasms. I let out a mewl, which turned into a loud cry, when Bemariq pulled back and plunged with enough force to jolt my whole body. He tightened his hold of me and began his thrusts with high pace. There was little need to fake the half-pained moans, which the man so loved. His long member was like a hammer, and his hand squeezed my penis hard enough to rip it off, if he had wished to. The tension of the day grew into a knot in me. Though my body didn't know whether to relax and enjoy, or struggle against against the beast, the tingling pressure inside me didn't take long to burst. My captive member spurted its load as a signal to what sort of girl I truly was. Yet Bemariq continued on. I squeezed my convulsing pucker to give him more pleasure and to hasten his release. Even though his forceful administrations were close to the best place for me to be, my hole wasn't immune to discomfort. I was about beg him to finish soon, when his movement turned unsteady. A few more slow, strong thrusts, and he pulled out, leaving soreness and the warm glow of trickling seed. I sighed with relief and tender satisfaction. Bemariq forced his arms around me and pulled me into an embrace, which was delightfully close to making it impossible for me to breathe. "I love you, Sirin," he whispered. "You know that, don't you?" "Yes... I love you too." I was in the best place for me. CHAPTER 3 I winced as I spread numbing gel in my abused butthole. My tonic treatments made sure nothing in me would break, but it did nothing to remove the lingering soreness. More amazing was, how Bemariq managed to remain unhurt. His dick was the one slamming into a chunk of squirming flesh and bone. Perhaps he merely tolerated pain better than I. The gel worked fast. I put on my provocatively thin morning gown and pranced into the main room, where Bemariq was reading through the morning papers. I gave him a kiss on the cheek. "Listen to this, dear," he said. "'According to sources, associate Bemariq was suspected to be a murderer and a desperate womaniser preying on fresh-off-the-boat girls'." "That's the Dawn Inquest?" I took a seat, sat with a leg under me and poured myself a cup of hot herb-drink. "Yes." Bemariq crushed the pamphlet and threw it into the fireplace. "Not a mention of our excavations beyond its existence." "What does that dreadful man have against you?" "Beyond being envious that I have a girl like you..." Bemariq smirked. "I'm not sure. But even if his paper is trash, it has important supporters. Many influential men upstairs think archaeology should be a military matter, with the research only existing as a side job, if at all." He let out a sigh. "And then there's the lunatics, who think nobody should 'tamper with the sacred relics'." "Even though most of our technology already is crude progeny of starfarer originals." "Indeed." He rubbed the bridge of his nose. "The sooner we are gone from here, the better." His smile returned. "The frustration is building up again. Would you be up to a round--" "Sorry, my honeydew." I grinned. "You really did a number on my rear yestereve, and I just washed my teeth. However..." I stood up and walked to him. Bemariq pulled his chair away from the table. I mounted his lap, careful not to put any weight on the middle. Two hands cupped my butt. My hand sunk into his trousers. His manhood was hot, as it hardened in my grasp. I kissed him, while I jerked him hard enough to make him flinch. The hotel had a grand dining hall adjacent to our exhibition and an excellent kitchen. Yet, as the seven-course dinner wore on, I found my mind wandering to the humble meals at our camp in the distant Rolu. The woman next to me with a fancy title and even fancier gown insisted on talking to me. Luckily I wasn't cultured enough to understand her rather obvious scorn beyond its existence. I merely nodded and grinned like an idiot, and whenever possible reached to squeeze Bemariq's hand. I let out a tiny sigh of victory and relief, when the delicious dessert was finally finished. The host of the whole fundraising, an elderly magnate with the stiff back of a career officer, stood up and rang a bell. "My good friends. It is time to move to the exhibition hall for the main lecture on the Karimma site. Our esteemed guide will be no other than the esteemed associate Bemariq Usinilim." Bemariq stood up and bowed stiffly. "It is my pleasure to speak to an audience as dign--" Loud crash from the hotel foyer of the lodge turned heads to the door. Concerned murmurs died, when a hotel employee dashed into the dinner hall and smashed to doors closed behind her. "Men with guns!" she shouted. Screams welled in the foyer along with the crack of pneumatic weapons. The host rang his bell vigorously. "Everyone! Stay calm and start walking towards me." He turned to Bemariq. "They'll be after the exhibition, I presume." Bemariq nodded. "Get these people out. I'll lock myself in the exhibition hall, and hope police is here, before the crooks smash in." I jumped up and tripped on the hem of my gown. Bemariq caught me into a hug. I said: "I'll stay too." Bemariq smiled, took my hand and kissed me on the nose. "I didn't expect you to leave." CHAPTER 4 Behind the two sets of locked heavy doors, cutter-worms of the assailants wailed. Bemariq shut all lights save the ones illuminating the displays and mashed the controls. "Creates a certain atmosphere. Sirin, give me you gun." I nodded, lifted the hem of my skirt and took the tiny one-shot needlegun from its hidden holster. "There you go." Bemariq took the weapon, even if he smirked at it. "Now undress." "What? Why?" "That engagement ring. I'm almost sure it's an identification to a personal carapace like that one." Bemariq nodded to the inert suit, which looked like a husk of humanoid insect. A mix of thrill and resentment poured through me. "You didn't tell me!" "I wanted it to be a surprise, after I was sure it was functional. I did basic maintenance and refilled its nutrients, but I didn't have the equipment to make sure it'd work. But enough of that. Come on, hurry." Bemariq helped me undress fast and without hurting the clothes. The whine the cutter-worms had moved closer, to the doors of the exhibition hall. We hid my attire behind a casket in a dark corner. I walked to the suit. "What if it doesn't work? Who knows what it might do?" "It shouldn't hurt you. Most likely it will just cover you and remain immobile." I slowly breathed in and out. "Alright. Just... Try not to get hurt yourself." "Don't worry. I'll concede to all of their demands, up until the police gets here." I frowned and stepped on the feet of the husk. The suit was small, and wouldn't have fit anyone taller than me. Even for me the suit was a tight fit, as I lowered myself into it. "Hopefully this works," Bemariq said. "What works?" "The combat capacity of that su--" The suit gave a loud chirp, before it adjusted itself around me and moved to encase my body. "What 'combat capacity'?" I asked. The suit's inner surface was beyond smooth but cold. The material retained body warmth, and the husk swiftly became comfortable to lie in. I had become accustomed to tight fits with my corset training, so the suits embrace was surprisingly relaxing. "Fascinating." He cleared his throat. "It should be an all-environment protective suit. If nothing else, the material will prote--" I screamed. A burning lance pierced the back of my skull. I couldn't move. My throat gurgled, as a mask rose to encase my head. The suit was a rigid prison around me, and I could see only the darkness. A cold wave of terror surged up my spine. Bemariq's frantic shouts were muffled. "This seek tongue speak pattern," a disembodied voice spoke into my ear in heavily accented Conglomerate. "You are mistake. No being knowledge placed looked firm. Again build bring life. Be well not do not guard." My left hand was jerked from the outside, but my arm didn't move. "Language formation finalised," the voice said. "System initialisation under way." I saw into the hall again, though my eyes weren't open to the air. The main door burst open. A dozen men, wearing combat suits under their ragged street clothes, rushed into the room. They were all heavily armed with long-barrelled needlers. All expect Luwud Duy. Bemariq hadn't bothered to rise his hands. "It's you. So, are you lot zealots or robbers?" Luwud motioned the intruders to spread around the room. Gone was his feeble appearance. His posture was straight, and his smile held controlled menace. "Neither. This is false flag terrorism." "Ah." Bemariq nodded. "You'll make it seems these artefacts aren't safe outside military control. New legislation will turn all field research into clumsy army camps, or worse, escalate them into battlefields." "I wouldn't put in such harsh terms, but yes. You are a smart man. Maybe you'd accept a job offer?" "No thanks." "Shame. Say, where's that girl of yours?" "She evacuated with the others." "Another bummer. I could have used her. As leverage to make you reconsider." Luwud turned to one of his men. "Set the explosives and get two lads to shoot at the walls. Let's pretend we are unhinged a little. Nothing drastic. The real work will be done in the press." "Main systems operational," the voice said in my ear. "Threats detected. Danger estimation: minimal. Suspending auxiliary system initialisation. Movement locks deactivated. Exercise caution." "Well then." Luwud lifted his handgun towards Bemariq. "I do admire you for sticking to your principles. Unfortunately your martyrdom will be reinterpreted to go against your own agenda." I screamed into the mask and clambered up. The suit moved around me, which turned my movements inaccurate and clumsy. I staggered two steps forward, but the suit kept me on my feet. Luwud turned to look at me. "What the... Is that the husk? Who's in there?" I took a stumbling step towards Luwud. He pressed the trigger. The air boomed, as it compressed in the front of the hurled needle. Pain rippled over my abdomen. The suit didn't allow me to bounce from fright. My torso hurt, but not more than from a hard punch. Only visible sign of the needle in my suit was a pale line below my chest. "Incompetent user detected," the voice said. "Emergency combat override." My muscles moved along with the suit, even though I didn't will them. I dashed towards Luwud, and Bemariq had the sense leap onto the floor. The air cracked with the volley of needle shots. I wailed from the pain, but that didn't stop the suit. My hands grabbed Luwud's wrists and crushed them. Before the man's gun had hit the floor, it was in my hand. Luwud's scream rang in the hall. "Drop your weapons," the suit demanded. "I am not mandated to minimise bodily harm." My body pulsed with pain. Even if the needles had glanced off from the ancient armour, good part of their force had dissipated into my flesh and bones. "Administrating sedatives," the voice said. A wave of dizzy calm spread through me. Luwud groaned on the ground. "Do... Do as it says." A soldier stepped forward. "But commandant, we have bomb--" "Obey!" Luwud bellowed. "This mission is not worth wasting all of your lives." Bemariq stood up. He kept his tiny needler pointed at Luwud. "Associate Bemariq," Luwud said. "If we are captured here, the tale will grow too big to spin. Heads will drop, both figuratively and literally. Some will want yours and your girl's to be included. Out of spite if nothing else. Let us go, and this whole incident will be forgotten as a failed attempt at base thievery." Bemariq gritted his teeth. "What guarantee do I have that you won't come after me?" "None. I suggest you leave the jurisdiction as soon as you can. But you have my word that we'll prefer to keep this wrapped up." "Alright." Bemariq glanced at me. "Take your bombs and leave." Luwud grimaced, as Bemariq helped him up by pulling his shattered wrist. "Off we go." Luwud grunted. "No hard feelings. This is all just politics." CHAPTER 5 When the police burst in the exhibition hall, I was standing in the corner, pretending to be as inanimate as a statue. Bemariq explained that he had made the 'malfunctioned old suit' move around, which freaked the robbers to shoot at it. When the suit hadn't reacted to the hail of needles, the intruders had been scared to flee. "You were lucky, associate Bemariq. Seems like the attackers meant business," the police commissioner said. "These guns were purpose grown for the job with no identifying features. Could be any of the gangs in the area, I'm afraid." "I'm just glad to escape this incident with no lives lost." "They must have read about your work and concluded you might be able to make one of those old personal carapaces functional again." The commissioner chuckled. "If you could, you would have captured the whole lot, I reckon. Oh well. Taking down villains is our job." After the police were gone, Bemariq guided me into the backroom. He pressed below my jaw, and the mask shifted from my face. "Oh, Our High Lady of Reason." I reached to hug Bemariq. But I stopped myself, as I didn't know, if I could control the suit and not hurt the man. Bemariq recoiled. "Are you alright?" "What, how so?" He brushed forehead. "Does this hurt? You have a nasty bruise on your face." "No. I think the suit gave me painkillers." "Odd, but sounds good. I'm beyond glad that you are alright." Bemariq grabbed my head and pressed his lips on mine. The suit chirped. "An imprinted breeding pair detected. Error. Reproductive mismatch. Attempting correction, please standby." "What's that?" I asked. Confusion on Bemariq's face turned into panic. "We need to get that suit off you!" The carapace stiffened around me. I whimpered: "Help." "Error. No required equipment detected for full reproductive reorganisation." Though suit was still holding me in place, I let out a relieved sigh. It gave another cheerful chirp. "Moving on to secondary operations. Narrow pelvic opening observed." I screamed, as pain stabbed into my lower half. Numbness soon followed, but I couldn't stop sobbing. "No-no-no!" Bemariq fiddled my stiff wrist. "This should open it, but carapace won't budge!" "Adjusting..." the suit said. "Despite the current incompatibility, the increase in attraction potential and fertility signalling is deemed acceptable." With a loud crack, my legs moved an inch away from each other. There was little pain, yet I howled in terror. Out of my mouth poured the repeated mumbling of the name of our High Lady of Reason. Bemariq placed his hands on my cheeks. The grip was forceful, but it helped me focus on him. "Stay calm," he said. "You'll be fine." The tone of his voice wasn't assured. I tried to twist my mouth into a smile, as the buzz of the fast-working sedatives clouded my head. "Possibility for increase in attraction potential and fertility signalling detected. Administering..." The skin of my torso prickled like from being rubbed with toxic leaves. Two needled stabbed into my chest. I whined as the lights went out. The bright lamps irritated my eyes open. A throbbing ache filled my lower half, and my sore chest had unfamiliar weight. I sat up. Despite the support of my suit, my breasts shifted with new mass. The suit was pliable under my touch, and I could ascertain that the lumps on my chest were filled with my own flesh. A shiver of excitement went through me. Bemariq was sitting in a corned, snoring. We were still in the side room. "Hey, wake up." He startled awake. "Ah... Ah! Sirin! Are you alright?" "Please, come get this suit off me." Bemariq came to me and took my wrist. After some fumbling, my suit let out a sigh. The husk around me cracked open and retracted from front of me. The newly more sizeable breasts dropped out of their cups, though remained remarkably perky. The air was chilly on my hairless skin. I stood up wit help of Bemariq. "You seem well." He let out a relieved sigh. "I'm sorry that I dragged you into this." "It was quite horrifying, but it didn't mangle me." I placed my hands on my hips and pressed my thighs together. Though the hips weren't noticeably wider, the gap under my crotch was more distinct. "Two inches more, I think. Do you like it?" Bemariq hugged me. "Yes, as long as they are connected to you, your hips are great." His hand slid across my skin to the front and cupped a breast. I yelped from the playful squeeze, which hurt due to the remaining soreness. "Sorry," Bemariq said. "Good thing only the controls had malfunctioned. Who, know what it could have done with medical equipment like this." "Indeed. Rather scary, come to think of it." I detached from Bemariq and fetched my gown. "I don't think the vault was supposed to be a mere shelter." "We'll have to find that out." He grinned. "Hopefully this little incident turns into more public interest to our work." I slid into my gown. While my hips fit easily into the loose hem, my bust was crushed. But I never had minded tightness. "And public interest..." I went back to Bemariq and wrapped my arms around his neck. "Leads to more funding." CHAPTER 6 The host of the exhibition had gifted me a gown fitting the wedding of an associate. The silk was nacreous blue and green like the carapace of a beetle. The hem was lined with manufactured fire opals, and piles of gossamer poked out of the sleeves. The soft flesh of my breasts would have been prominently on display, but the brisk wind, which swept over the deck of the ship, forced me to keep the thick mantle on my shoulders. On the pier below me and Bemariq were the magistrate, notary and any friends and associates, who had managed to attend to our hasty wedding. A few of my friends were also there, even if some of them thought I was still deep in a confidence trick. They didn't know I had already cashed out wit the main price. I lifted my hand, and Bemariq poked my palm with the single-use implanter for my new identification. I shuddered from the sting and giggled from its implications. Bemariq crushed the implanter and threw it into the sea. The magistrate shouted that our wedding was concluded. For a moment miss haz-Merin had legally existed, only to be subsumed by the new lady Usinilim. Bemariq kissed his wife to the cheers on the pier. The ship announced its imminent departure with a howl, shuddered and began our slow and steady getaway. My ludicrously voluminous skirt filled the hallway, as my husband carried me to to our cabin. While the room was cosy, it was larger than the one we had on the way to Conglomerate. Bemariq let me down and locked the door. He took my mantle off slowly and let his gaze assure me that he appreciated the new cleavage. "You know, lady Usinilim. It would certainly look cute, if you knelt in front of me in that gown." "Oh, no. This outfit is too precious for that sort of business. Help me out of it." It was shame to be out of the gown, because I wouldn't have much of an excuse to wear it in the modest Rolu. I undressed until I wore only the stockings held up garters, which sunk deep into my thighs, my ring and the precious ribbon tied around my member. Bemariq had also undressed, revealing the lean hard body of a man, who neither feared hard work nor indulged in overt drink or food. He stepped next to me and placed his fingers on my hips. The hands crept up to my waist. His hold tightened, and the fingers bit into my flesh. Their tips were almost close enough to touch each other. I giggled, when my husband lifted me off the floor. So that he could more easily keep me in the air, I curled up my legs. His strength made me so small. Bemariq dropped me on the bed. I let my legs collapse under so that I ended up in a seductive coiled pose. With a pull of two pins and shake of my head, my long hair cascaded over my shoulders. It was nice that I had been able to let it grow, after I had found my man. My husband sat on the bed with his back against the wall. He gestured me to him, so I crawled to rest my head on his shoulder. His hand twined its fingers with mine. I tilted my head to look at him in the eyes. Bemariq's face had the frown of having sunk into his thoughts. "The vault might have machinery the carapace suit referred to. Sirin, I was loathe to even mention it, because I don't want to push you to anything." "I understand, what you mean." I placed my head back against his shoulder. We hadn't talked about the reason, why the husk was coming with us, tightly packed in the cargo hold. But the possibility hadn't been something either of us had been ready to discard. "Sirin. I do want to start a family with you, even if I'm not sure, what that would entail." "I haven't properly thought about having children. Besides, the ancient technology might not work." Bemariq squeezed my hand. "The operation would have to be perfectly safe, before I'd allow you to use it. And don't dare to think I don't love, how you are right now." My smile widened. "Show me, how much you enjoy me." The man rose to fetch the lube, but I pressed his chest down. "Let's do it 'dry'," I cooed. "I don't mind, if it stings a bit. I want you to hold me up, while I slowly feel every inch of you." Bemariq gave a questioning look, but after I mounted his legs, he wrapped his hands around my waist and smiled. Despite its size, Bemariq's manhood was quickly in readiness. He lifted me up and positioned me for the impalement. The head of his penis was slick and hot against my dry unprepared pucker. The arms lowered me a little. Even though my sphincter resisted, the rock-hard member had nowhere else to go. I gasped. "Oh... It's in the right place." "Are you alright?" Bemariq asked, still holding most of my weight up. It was perhaps unfair, that I kept my legs relaxed, for the thrill of that if the man's strength ever failed, I'd end up hurt. If he hadn't stared into my eyes, he'd seen my answer in the quivering of my little dick. I panted: "Go on!" The strength of my resisting pucker wasn't enough to hold my weight. As Bemariq let more of my weight fall on his penis, it slid deeper into me. I did my best not to allow my moans to sound pained, but even my husband grunted from the tightness of the intrusion. I shuddered and let out a sob of relief, when my buttocks hit the man's hips. Bemariq pulled me against him, and lifted himself to sit more straightly against the wall, so that our faces were right in front of each other. His rod bent inside me, but if it was uncomfortable, he didn't show it. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pushed against him for a kiss. My own prick was compressed between our bodies, and my breasts pressed against his wide chest. Bemariq moved his head away from my kiss and next to my ear. He whispered: "I love you." I smiled, clenched my butt and slowly shifted my hips. With slight movements I kept changing the direction, into which his penis pushed inside me. Bemariq found a rhythm for his hips, which complimented mine. Sweat made the touch of our skins slippery. The man's breathing turned ragged. He stifled a groan. Warm slime churned around his pole. Though I was far from my own orgasm, being able to give him pleasure was in itself satisfying. I twined my fingers around his neck and leaned back. Bemariq smiled. "That was great." "Does you--" His hand moved to my crotch and took a strong hold of the tiny wand. I whimpered, as he pulled back the hood, which was still painfully tight despite my member having shrunk. My breath trembled. The vulnerable head wasn't used to direct touch. Bemariq's hand supported my back, while the other overwhelmed my member. My husband wasn't manhandling a proper penis, but the overly sensitive nub of his girl. A wanton moan rose from my throat. The orgasm waved through the sinews of my thighs and warmed my insides. As my wand squirted into the warm palm, my own hold around the man's neck slipped. I fell backwards, but Bemariq held me. He lowered me down gently, and gave my already soft member a few forceful jerks. Gasping, I stared at the ceiling. After a moment of heavy mutual breathing, Bemariq asked: "How about a shower?" As soon as we had cleaned and dressed in practical garb, we headed out of the cabin. Bemariq paid a discreet-appearing maid to change our bedsheets, and we headed to the top deck. We sat on a bench overlooking the shore passing us by. Bemariq wrapped a large cloak around us, and pulled me tightly against him. I was in the best place for me. The End AUTHOR'S NOTES: Thank you for reading. Do leave a review. They mean more to me than they probably should. 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