One Night in Xanadu

"Uuughhhhh." My entrance stretched and stretched some more to encompass that swollen bulbous head. He was so big. Huge. He was enormous and so hard. There was no give in him. It was me that was giving. I was surrendering my body to him, to the Khagan and he was taking possession of me. He was making me his, as a wife should be for her husband, and the Khagan was my husband, my Lord, and only the head of his member was inside me and I shuddered beneath him.

"Nnnnuughhh .... Nnuggghhh." I jerked and groaned, and inside me, he felt even larger that he did in my hand, and my back arched, my knees clutched at his ribs and I groaned and groaned again. I was stretching for him as he said I would, he wasn;t jjust pushing up against me, he was inside me and he was still gently pushing into me. Deeper. Deeper and he was huge. How could he fit in me? He could he possibly fit?

"Give me your hands," he whispered, "place your hands above your head, my Altani."

I looked up at him, wide-eyed. A little scared. My hands slowly left his back. I placed them above my head, and he was resting his weight on his elbows, his arms slid under mine, his hands seized mine. Held them and his strength was enormous and I knew I was spread and pinned beneath him. His cock was poised at my entrance, partially inside me now and like this, spread wide, my hands pinned, his weight on me, I was at his mercy.

"You're about to become my wife in reality as well as in name, my Altani," he breathed. His mouth covered mine. He kissed me hard. Brutally hard, he crushed my lips against his, he possessed my mouth, and I surrendered my mouth for his use just as I had surrendered my body for his use. I knew what I was here for. I'm here for Khagan to take as he takes his wives and his concubines. I was here for him as they were, I was here for his pleasure. I was here this night in Xanadu for him to make me his, and my heart pounded wildly for that moment was upon me. That moment when I would no longer be a virgin.

"Yes," I gasped, "Yes ... Make me yours, Lord.... make me yours ..." My hands clutched tightly at his where he pinned them above my head, helpless and vulnerable. I was at his mercy, I knew I was, and there was no mercy on his face, for all knew that the Khagan was merciless and I was at his mercy and he desired me, and the Khagan would take that which he desired and I drew my knees back as far as I could. My movement resulted in my channel sliding on him, an exquisite sensation that almost stopped my breathing.

"Nnnghhhhh." This time I groaned, very softly, my heels resting against his hips and when he lifted them, my heels moved with him, rising just a little and he smiled. One of his hands brushed my hair back from my forehead, he kissed my lips again, so gently and there was no warning when he thrust himself into me. His cockhead abruptly moved, his hips lifted, sank down and he pushed up inside me.

"Ooohhhhh." There was a sudden searing pain as he abruptly tore through my hymen and I realized what was happening in that same instant of time. It seared. It hurt. I jerked, juddered, my back arching back, my breath huffed from my mouth, and beads of sweat broke out across my forehead and inside me, deeper inside me now, he paused with his cockhead and a little of his shaft now forced into me and that sudden pain is fading already.

"Nnnnnuuughhh," I groaned as I absorbed the feel of him within me and he was moving again, thrusting himself into me, taking me and I was clenched tightly around this huge hard intrusion that was within my body, and my sex was both welcoming and resisting that intrusion, for he was large and I was small and tight and slippery on him and the pain of my lost virginity was still with me, as was my happiness at having surrendered myself to him, but that surrender was not yet complete, and the Khagan wanted everything I had to surrender. Everything.

"Ohhhh that's good, my little Altani," he murmured, and he paused at my gasp, at the sudden buck of my body beneath him. The girth of his shaft filled the juncture between my inner thighs, solid, thick, an enormous shaft of hard male flesh that brooked no resistance and he stretched me there, stretched me around his solid shaft. That searing pain was fleetingly sharp, ephemeral, already almost passed.

"My beautiful maiden of the Xiongnu," and he lifted his hips, paused, eased down, his member pushed up inside me, again and again, slowly, exquisitely, always pushing, easing gradually inwards. My channel expanded within to admit him deeper inside me. Little by little he possessed me and I strained beneath him, my back arching, my channel stretching inside, not quite painfully but almost.

"Nnughh .... uughhh .... nnnghhhh ... uuughhh." I groaned with every movement, my hands clutched at his where he pinned them down above my head. I gazed up at him, seeing his enjoyment of what he was doing to me written across his face and it was said that many men enjoyed virgin's, and I could see that enjoyment on his face and I was glad, for what I was feeling was pleasure as well as pain, and I had never expected the loss of my virtue to feel like this and I was reveling in my surrender and what he was doing to me and his control over me.

"Altani," he breathed in my ear, his face buried in my hair and he was inhaling, breathing deeply of my scent as he took me as I was, from my horse and the ground to his bed. "So tight, my little virgin, so tight on me, tight and wet for me."

"I am yours, Lord," I whispered, "I am untouched and tight for you... I am yours, Lord, to take and to teach." That whisper was strained, for he was big inside me, moving up deeper within me and I stretched around him with every movement, his member rigid inside me, easing backwards and forwards.

My channel shaped itself around him as he moved. My knees brushed his ribs, my heels rode his hips as he moved on me, lifting and lowering in the valley between my legs. His shaft stretched my inner lips around his girth, and he was sliding in and out, tugging at my lips as he eased out, pulling at them as he eased back inside me and he was so thick in that small opening, as if someone has taken the shaft of a spear and was impaling me with it, driving it up inside me.

"Too much, Altani?" He paused in me. More of his cock was in me, I didn't know how much more but my channel told me there was a lot of him inside me that there had been, and it hurt but I wanted him to keep moving. I wanted all of him.

"Don't stop, Lord," I whispered, my back arching of itself. "Take me as you desire," and I don't know how to explain it. There was pleasure and there was a little pain and there was the exquisite knowledge that he was taking me and I wanted him to.

"Uhhhh," I gasped, "please ... please, Lord husband, I want it." I did. I wanted this so much. I'd never wanted anything more in my life than this and it hurt when took my virtue but now it doesn't. Now iit felt a lot better and in a strange and exciting way it was good and at my whispered words I felt him tense. His muscles tauten and I knew he wanted to possess me fully. "Please," I gasped. "Do it to me, Lord. Everything."

His cock seemed to throb powerfully inside me. So powerfully that I stiffened, arching beneath him, gasping. He smiles and my heart fluttered and he moved in me again.

"Oh," I gasped, "oh... ohhh ....nnnnhhhhhh ...nnnnggghhhh." I was biting my bottom lip, hard, whining softly, as the hagan's cock very gently eased in and out of me. He wasn't pushing deeper into me. Not yet. Just easing in and out where he had already penetrated. Where I had already had him inside me. My hands clutched at his. My back arched, I tried to spread myself wider for him, my heels sliding on his butt as he moved, and his member moved inside me. Exquisite friction against the slippery walls of my channel where I clasped him.

He wasn't just hard inside me. He was a solid bar of steel inside my channel, stretching me around him where he was entering me and I wanted him all the way inside me so badlyand I was so wet and ready for him that his cock was sliding easily in me now. Scared or not, I was gasping with my pleasure and my excitement as he moved, sweet friction where he was already partly inside me, my back arching as I did my best to open myself wide to him. Those movements of his cock against the clasping walls of my channel had me moaning out loud.

"Nnnnggghhhh ... uughhh ...hhnnhhh." I moaned, I sobbed, I whimpered, I groaned and I was making more noise with every thrust of his member into me. My head arched back, his weight pushed down on me, his massive thighs pinned mine wide open. I'm stretched inside, stretched some more now as he thrust a little more forcefully. The swollen head of his cock penetrated deeper and deeper. Big? He was huge and I was stretching around his girth. His shaft entered me, my inner lips circled him tightly as he slid into me, and he tugged at me as he moved, a gentle easing backwards and forwards. I was so wet and my liquid excitement lubricated the head of his cock and his shaft where he was inside me so that he slid easily against my clasping tightness.

His movements were slowly becoming more forceful, he pushed a little further into me with every thrust, forcing me to stretch for him, forcing me to stretch around him. His shaft moved in and out, exquisite slides that transfixed me. Impaled me, holding me helpless with those sensations. Above me, the Khagan was breathing hard, and soon his cock would be all the way inside me, and I want to give myself to him and experience his cock taking me, possessing me, making me his. Lying beneath him, his weight on me, his cock taking me, I was filled with an overwhelming exaltation as he use my body as a woman's body should be used. The Khagan was using my body to satisfy himself with and in and I wanted him to take me and use me and finish in me, using me as a woman for his complete satisfaction.

His hands squeezed mine. He thrust but this time there was no easing off, no pause; no slow withdrawal. He thrust harder, pushing into me and he kept on pushing, forcing my channel, stretching me. My channel walls resist but they're no match for his overwhelming intrusion. Deeper. Deeper. His swollen cockhead penetrates far up inside me.

"Aaaaahhhh." My groan was loud, my head arches back, my back arches again as he forced himself deeper. It hurt. It wasn't that first searing pain but I was so stretched inside, the head of his cock pushed into me so high up, higher and higher and my channel surrendered to him, and I felt myself around him, clasping him high inside and I could feel where his cock was entering me, easing into me where my entrance gripped his solid girth.

His weight was on me, his chest pressed down against my breasts, crushing me whiled his thighs pushed against mine, spread-eagling me, holding me open for his rigid shaft to enter. He kept entering me. More and more and more of him slid up further and further into me. I wanted to moan out loud, groan, sob, cry out, plead with him to go slower and I do but I knew he wasn't going to stop. Not now. Not until he's filled me with his cock, and I hoped I could take it all.

"Nnnngggghhhhh," I sobbed, "aaaahhhh .....ohhhhhhh...uughhhh." His cock is working hard to completely possess me. He was huge, and how could there be so much of him? He still wasn't all inside me and when he paused at last, I was trembling like a leaf in the wind. I wasn't pinned by his cock. I was impaled.

"Good," he gasped, pausing and there was so much of him already inside me. "That's good, Altani. That's so good." His pause was short. He took a deep breath. He pushed. He pushed hard. "....Altani."

"Nnnuuggghhhhh." I groaned, shuddering helplessly as his member pushed that last inch into me. I could feel him, he's pressed up hard against me, his balls brushing my butt. His cock was buried inside me. All of it. All the way up inside me. The head of his cock was pushing up against something high inside me and it felt like he was reaching my heart. He's enormous. How can all of him be inside me? But he was and I had taken it all and now I was trembling beneath him, my heels rested on the small of his back, moaning softly. Impaled.

Impaled and completely possessed and I knew it. The Khagan knew it. We looked at each other, me looking up, him looking down and we both know he had taken me completely and he had made me his. He had made a woman out of me and we both knew what was going to happen next. He would take me and use me and enjoy me and then he was going to finish in me as a man should finish in a woman. I knew that.

His member was firmly embedded in me. I felt him inside me. Rigidly thick and long, he stretched me everywhere he penetrated me and my channel was stretched mercilessly along his entire length. All my inner walls could do was stretch around his girth, dancing spastically on him as I slowly adapted to this solid intrusion of male flesh that filled me, and he said nothing, but he smiled and he began to move. Long slow gentle slides in and out of me and I was so tight on him.

Every time he thrust himself up inside me, a thrust that went on and on and on until he had buried himsel to the hilt inside me, my channel clasped him tightly, resisting his penetration as he eased himself up into me. My tightness surrendered to his thrusting cock every time. And every time, that surrender was exquisitely good. It hurt a little, but it was a good hurt, an enjoyable hurt, a hurt that I welcomed. Again and again he pressed up against me where our bodies joined so intimately. His movements inside me were slow but powerful, I could feel his strength, feel the building tension in his body as he had me and it was getting better and better with every sliding thrust up inside me, and I could feel his balls brushing my butt as he thrust home time after time, feel the movements of his body on mine as he ride me.

"Uuughhh," I groaned, "Uuughhh ..... uuughh .... uuughhh." He was inside me, deep inside me, thick hard slippery movement, sliding, thrusting, taking and I was so tight and slippery on him. Every time he moved inside me, fresh sensations rippled through my body. Now he was kissing me as he took me slowly, his member sliding inside me, his mouth on mine muffling the noises I was made and he pressed up hard against me, crushing my labia, his balls brushing my butt and I wanted to make myself more available to him than I already was. Somehow I managed to pull my knees further back, my heels riding high on the small of his back as he rode me.

He paused, releasing my hands, he brushed my hair back from forehead, kissed me again, lightly and I moved my arms down, my hands clutching at his back as he continued to take me and he was riding me as a man rides a woman and it was hard to believe this was actually happening to me, that the Khagan had taken me as a wife and I was in his bed and he was taking me as a man takes a women but it was happening and it was good. Better than good, because I couldn't get enough of what he was doing to me and it wasn't hurting now at all and it was as if he belonged inside me, doing to me what he was doing.

"Is it good, Altani?" he whispered. "Is it good for you, my little wildcat?"

"Yes," I moaned in his ear as he surged up inside me, and I was surprised that he wanted it to be good for me, for surely it was the Khagan's pleasure that was important and not mine, but I remembered his words earlier, that he had wanted my taking to be good and enjoyable for me as well as for him and I spoke the truth then, knowing that he cared and delighting in the caring, for why should the Lord of All care for a junior wife. "I love it ... I love it... give it to me, Lord .... keep giving it to me... I want it ... I want it..."

I was almost beside myself now as the Khagan has me. He continues to take me in that slow steady rhythm, sliding in and out of me and I was clinging to his back, my heels alternating between bouncing off his butt and kicking at the ceiling and I want to be good for him. I want to do those things I am sure those Han girls know of, but I don't and what could I do? What was I supposed to do besides lie here beneath him?

"Lord," I moaned softly, "Lord husband?"

"Altani?" He was smiling down at me, and I found myself wondering how long he could do this to me for? Forever? I hoped so.

"Tell me what to do ... please ... I want to be good for you... what can I do?" My plea was made in excited gasps. My hands slid across his back and I was touching his back and his shoulders and his arms as he took me, running my hands over his skin, his muscles. I would love to hold and caress his balls while he fucks me and I knew I would be so gentle and careful with them but they're out of reach.

"You want to be good for me, Altani?" He smiled, suddenly he raises himself on extended arms. We were joined only where he was penetrating me and he continued to ease in and out of me. "Look down," he said.

I gasped as I lifted myself up on my elbows. I looked down to where he entered me and watched and I felt him at one and the same time. His member, a long thick shaft sliding slowly into my body. So thick that he filled that juncture at my slender thighs. He was enormous, sliding in and in and in as I watched, shivering, until all of him was inside me and the swollen tip of him pushed against something deep within me so that I grunted. My inner lips clung to his shaft, I was stretched around him and now I watched, hypnotized, as he eased back out.

"Beautiful," he whispered, looking at my sex where he is buried inside me, with that sparse little triangle of black hair that's darker than the olive brown of my skin.

"Yes," I whispered, watching his length emerge, glistening, and then slide slowly into me until he was all in once more. I felt every inch of it as he filled me and it was so good and he did it again and it was better. I collapsed back down onto the bed, lying there looking up at him as he holds himself still in me.

"So good," I gasped. "You feel so good in me, Lord ... I can feel you all the way up inside me..." My fingertips brushed over him as he slid himself inwards. He was so thick, it was hard to believe he fitted inside me but he did and now he was pressed hard up against me. I touched him where we joined, my fingertips explored our joining, touching myself where I'm stretched like around his girth.

"You're so big," I half-whispered, half-groaned. "How can you fit inside me?"

He looked down at me, stretching my legs back so that I moved on him as I lay there. The pleasure of that movement was excruciating. He eased his member outwards until only the swollen plum-sized head remained inside me. "Like this," he smiled. His member surged up inside me and I felt that surge, plunging up inside me, sliding under my fingertips as he thrust into me.

"Aaaahhhhh." My head jerked back. My body juddered as he slapped up against me and then he was lowering himself back down onto me. His arms were behind my knees, forcing my legs back even further as his weight came down on me, and my feet were either side of his shoulders and his shaft was pumping into me and I was stretched and helpless beneath him.

"Like this, Altani," he gasped, his shaft surging into me. "It fits like this, my little beauty of the steppe."

What choice did I have? He was giving it to me as a stallion mounts his mare and I take it the way the mare takes the stallion, for the stallion commands and the mare obeys, and I, I am the Khagan's mare and I obeyed.

"Ohhhh," I moaned. "Ohhh ... ohhhh ...ohhhh." I reached up, I gripped my ankles, I pulled on them, doing my best to help him. His cock was sliding wetly in and out of me, faster, harder and I could hear wet noises from where he was sliding in and out of me. He wasn't easing in and out now. He was taking me. Not hard, but still, this was taking and it was me that was being taken and I loved it, loved the tip of his cock brushing up against me high with every thrust.