“I… lose,” the blonde chuckled as she buried her face against Zara’s shoulder, her arms hung loosely along the captain’s
sides.
“I-If I had known what was to be the end result… I would have chosen to lose before you,” the captain chuckled as she gave
the smaller body a slight hug, then rubbed her palms over Gabrielle’s blue-shirted back.
“Oh, Zara. I’m sorry, I didn’t even think of your needs,” the blonde healer apologized as she rose slightly. She raised an
impish eyebrow. “Shall, I…” With only a smile, the Moroccan took her lover’s smaller hand and guided it between their
bodies. At the feel of the captain’s wetness, Gabrielle’s green eyes widened, then she grinned and chuckled low.
“I believe you will agree that it was very good for me too!” Zara sighed contentedly, holding the blonde’s cupped hand gently
against her very wet labia. Even a week ago, the tall captain would never have done such a thing with anyone. She thought
with amusement, “How much I am learning to feel and trust this woman.”
“Ummm… and would you care for a little more attention?” Gabrielle’s fingers tickled gently and her seductive voice almost
pulled Zara into their spell. Then, remembering where they were, the Moroccan reluctantly sighed.
“I do not think it wise. I don’t remember Arjun’s meditation schedule and I don’t think you want him to catch us in this
compromising situation.”
“Oh, I think he’d understand,” Gabrielle grinned. “But you’re right, we don’t need to be too exhibitionist about this,” she
slightly smiled as she rose and stood up. She reached down to pull at the loose fabric of her pants and tied it back around her
body. Zara rose from her prone position, pulling her own pants up as well.
“Thank you,” Gabrielle smiled up at her tall lover, as they were each retying the fastenings of their pants.
“For what?” Zara’s brow arched in a question.
“For letting me attack you. I know that was sort of new to you, having a partner who is aggressive,” the blonde said as she
straightened out the wrinkled fabric of her pants.
“As the days pass, I am learning so much more about you and … and from you and I am grateful for your lessons,” the
Moroccan said as she reached up and pulled some grass from her long dark hair.
Gabrielle colored faintly. “Well, just so you know, I think my moon time is near. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I do like
having sex regardless of the calendar, but I don’t tend to be that needy until it’s close to my cycle. Then when it is, by the
gods, I just sometimes can’t help myself! I need to pounce and have my release!” the blonde chuckled as she moved to Zara,
her arms wrapping easily around the taller frame.
At her lover’s open admission, the Moroccan smiled as she pulled Gabrielle into a tight hug, then lowered herself to kiss the
soft, inviting lips. When they pulled apart, she saw the smile on the blonde’s face and nodded slightly. “Then, as we are
friends, I do wish to be there for you in your times of need. Perhaps we should adjourn to our room in order that I may, um,
alleviate any of your physical discomforts that still require attention?”
“Oh, yeahhhh. You’re on!” Gabrielle smiled as she moved from the captain’s embrace and began to lead her from the
garden. Her hand never leaving the captain’s, she gently, yet urgently tugged as she thought of all of the possible ways that
they could release their tensions before the big dinner celebration began.
At the thought of spending the day making love to the blonde, Zara had a wide smile on her face. The fresh wetness between
her legs was only a promise of what lay in store for her, she thought as she held Gabrielle’s hand. Each one seemed lost in
their own thoughts of the promised love that was waiting for them as they silently made their way from the gardens and back
into the house.
~~~~~~
In a second floor window, a single form stood looking down at the garden. Ordinarily this section of the estate was never
used. But because of the number of guests who were showing up for the grand dinner, every spare room had to be utilized.
Were it not for the lack of space, the two lovers might have been able to spend their afternoon in relative solitude, rather than
having a guest watch their every move with voyeuristic perversion.
The quiet anger was slowly boiling at the sight of the two lovers. When Shikha first saw Zara and the stranger enter the
garden, her first temptation was to go there and speak with her former lover in hopes that she might be able to spend time
with the Moroccan captain. Without Arjun around to interrupt her, there would be nothing to stop her from speaking with her
ex-lover, from playing the tall captain back into her control. But when the two women moved to the back of the garden, the
Indian woman found it impossible to leave the window. Instead, she stood and watched from the higher vantage point as the
two lovers began to kiss. When she saw the stranger push the Moroccan to the ground, Shikha was filled with horrified
surprise at the white woman’s aggression. When the two bared their lower bodies to make love, the Indian noblewoman felt
herself seething with anger, jealousy and something further that she had not expected… arousal.
“That should have been me!” The noblewoman thought angrily as each movement, each touch the women shared brought the
dampness between her legs. “If things had gone differently, it would be me with Zara and not that tiny, white skinned
foreigner,” she reasoned with a scowl as she shifted uncomfortably in place. “It would be me who was receiving all of Zara’s
attention and I would be the one brought to pleasure, not that pasty little woman,” Shikha thought bitterly as the anger boiled
within.
From behind her, she heard her husband leave the bathing room. As the two women disappeared into the estate, Shikha
turned and glanced at the man whom she had learned to spend the past year with. His brown muscular body glistened from
the heat of the steaming bath. The hair on his chest was matted after being dried by the towel and true to form, his male
member was hard and erect and the sight of it threatened to sicken her when she compared him to the soft, lingering pleasures
she had just witnessed in the garden below.
“Shikha, come. I have need of you!” He commanded as he moved to lie on the bed.
Not for the first time, she knew that she had made a terrible mistake with the Moroccan. If only she had not been so
concerned with status or monetary needs, this last year would have been one of sweetness and wonderful bliss, instead of one
long nightmare interrupted by moments of relief when her husband was away on matters of military duty. Unlike Daruka,
Zara would have taken the time to bring her to pleasure. There never would have been a moment when it was painful due to
her lack of arousal and there would have been respect, Shikha thought glumly as she turned and moved to the bed. “Not only
that,” she thought as she lay on her back next to her husband, “I would have been the one in control of Zara, instead of
Daruka controlling me!”
True to his usual form, Daruka gave her only a moment to get settled before he moved on top of her. Without any concern
for her needs, he pulled apart her robe, spread her legs and pushed himself into her. Grimacing at the suddenness of his
actions, she closed her eyes as she willed herself to endure what should have been pleasure. Were it not for her already moist
nether parts, his movements would have caused pain. As it was, she felt nothing but the continual friction from his member.
As Daruka, the man she was supposed to spend the rest of her life with, pumped into her, her mind began to formulate a plan
to rid herself of him.
She would win the ship captain back. No matter what it took, she would find a way to captivate the Moroccan and convince
her to take her away on her ship… to take her anywhere but here. They could then live with each other forever! Shikha
smiled at the thought. “As for the little blonde… I will see to it that Zara turns her out. Once I get the Moroccan to admit
that she still loves me, it will take little effort to control her and then I will have the little Greek whore banished from Zara’s life
and ship,” the Indian woman reasoned as her mind conjured up various scenarios that would benefit her plan.
At these sweet thoughts, Shikha groaned in pleasure. Daruka, thinking it was his actions that brought it on, smiled down at
her. Hiding her inward frown behind a demure smile, she reached up and wrapped her arms around his shoulders, pulling him
down onto her in order that she did not have to look at his face. “Yes, my plan will not … cannot fail,” Shikha silently
promised herself as she ignored the rutting grunts of her husband and his insistent pounding into her flesh.
