Slave seduction dance.

Nizah's eyes widened the deepest, silvery color. Resins of crystalline orbs glistened in the facades, like a nimbus enshrouded her. She lowered her head timidly to the negligent stone, catching a mere glimpse of her Master. His rough tired lines sharpened around his eyes, hazel rich hues speaking of discernment. Sharp crest of cheek bones with a hint of stubble and shaggy wisps of auburn hair flared around his face. Wearing a tunic artfully woven, with a yellow cord draped around his waist, embroidered, embellishments of scarlet reds that defined that broad, sinew torso encasing him like a second skin. A sheath was slung over his shoulder, worn at the hip. The descending hilt of the steel sword motioning outwards. He spoke of masculinity--full primitive provocative intent--was piercingly direct.

The sensual line of her lustrous ripe lips glistened, the soft vibrant red's, the barest of fractions, evocative rush of warm sporadic breath slipped from her lips. The girl kneeling upon the cool-kiss of airy stone ground, smooth, carved stone crested perfectly with a slight negligent to it. Recessed lighting cast a low golden glow over the warm interior. Illuminating lamps suspended on the high ceilings, with tharlarion oil burning away in the tapering fiber wicks.

Vocal cords of his masculine voice broke in the baritone; he commended her to his will. Nizah gracefully pushed her toes into the stone. Her curvaceous figure never faltering she rises forward. Knee's slowly rising from the stone, icy sensations, seeped through the russets of her flesh. Voluminous ivory legs became a display of golden tones, casting shadows over toned enticing legs; proudly showing the full length of them. The diaphanous red silks gloriously clung to the edges of her accentuating curves, tumbling down over her dewy heat. Billowy folds of deep hued silk revealing the translucent pearlescent skin for her Masters desire.

Diminutive breasts sloping out and upwards, nipples the color of a rich pinkish-brownish color peaking out the opaqueness of creamy flesh. Whimsical ankle bells delicately cascaded, shaking with the insistent sibilant noises seeping; like a celestial song, kaska's echoed, fluke cries called out in harmonious beats. Nitzah turned from her Master to proceed to his command.

Beautiful, wild tresses of crimson hair seem to fan about her exposed form in a pool of molten lava, brushed down her honeyed shoulders. The wanton Kajira, yearned for her Masters touch, a heady erotic vision purely intoxicating churned a guttural moan from heated lithe lips soft eloquence echoing. Exotic tones of her unpainted shadow eyelashes swept across rouge cheeks, half lidded crying out, to let the shadows make her its lover and drank in the pure desires.

Diligent palms silhouetted her taut voluptuous waist, nails, horn-rimmed caressing adorned hot flesh. Hungry lust-laden passion flowed through her, waves of roiling excitement, pulsed the chaotic beat of her heart. Honed flesh ripened, her slender fingers like a Larl stalking its prey, riveted up to the magnificent orbs. Grasping the unyielding flesh, lusty moans escaped her sweet, red lips. The scent of sex was heavy in the air, the gold, and silver and coppery draped around her. A miasma of warm, spicy smoke and the musky scent invading her fully.

Full aching breast's avid hunger as heated flesh bounced, the movement of her exquisite body a torment like a masochistic. Pendulous breasts move in wave like motions. She sways the contours of her hips seductively, burning ambers stifling inside her mind. Small delicate feet slides up distending out tiny toes points she spins undulating in forbidden circles. Shaking her smooth full ass that began to sway rhythmically, to the echoes of the kaska.

Schooling his emotions, hag-ridden needs to please, she whimpers, unbridled lust deep in the pools of her smouldering eyes, her every movement filled with untold desires. Her fingertips felt as if they would glow with all the energy pouring through them, every simple touch to her flesh sent small bolts of pleasure tingling across her skin. As that rhythm played through her, energies of passion and lust welled up into exquisite desires. Nizah would let a single right hand slip down her tight stomach and trace the supple creamy flesh of her inner thigh. The heat there was intense, her right forefinger trailing to the apex of her thighs, displaying slick petals, that sent a potent jolt of pleasure straight to her core, making her cry out to the stars.

Slender silken arms freely flowed towards the conformed tendrils of the gossamer silks. Red hot passion floods through each pore filling the air with an ethereal glow to her silken skin. Constrained silks, slowly, deft digits, pried the gauzy material from her honey flesh. The sultry exquisite billows of silk continents her flesh oppressively, budding nipples rose, in the stimulating whispers, undulating waves evoking the red hot furnace burning inside her. Like a lecherous sacrifice for all to covet as firelight dampness stifled. Her succulent flesh connecting to the, clinging scarlet red silk. Dampness pooled beneath the thin seams, slowly soft nails, rolls over her flesh. Wavering motions as the slick silk slides down. The crevasse of her succulent breasts, a slick sheen glimmered. Sluttish sweat, ripe juices of sweet nectar, emitting a nacreous shine. Gyrating her hips, rapid wave--like movements, supplicating her tentative fingers, over the silk, pivoting the fibrous material from her lithe flesh. Lackadaisical grace, she tips on the end of her toes. Extending her body elegantly, with quick graciousness she steps out from the pool of slutty scented silks.

Eyes like coals on fire, red embers of twisting desire burned through, iridescent crystals, yearning, wanting to be touched by her beloved Master. Her arms slowly move up as if they were dancing a sinuous hiths hypnotizing moves of erotic mating patterns. Nude bared flesh, her feminine curves proudly shown, shuddering and breathing out soughing air. Flared hips twist around like a wild untamed Sleen, in the sand pits.

Her head slowly rolls back, red mane tumbling downward in fire-tinted swirls against her creamy bared flesh. Melodious rhythms crying in high pitched tones, bells hollowing whispery sounds. Promising curves rolled back and forth, her feet caressing the stone, in light movements. Pirouetted the balls of her feet, she twirled, sensuous nude flesh offering herself to her Master. Pleading to be taken, raped as the wanton beast pulses forward aching to feel the masculinity enveloping her. Like a maritone of helplessness, mewling gasps escape her lips, honeyed tones of pure lust wept into the air.

Her body became a pilant of warmth; a sudden explosion of ecstasy caused a rush of energy to burst between her like some shimmering aura. Her hips writhing and swaying, a beat never missed, as she gave herself to the night, let the darkness make her its lover and drank in the hedonism of it all. She brought her left arm forward, pausing her index finger to the ridge of her lips. Bashfulness graced her face, the incandescent light shadowing against delicate features, her beautiful physique sculptured. She whimpers as her finger goes into her mouth, hot, warm and moist, her teeth raking over her finger. Salacious red lips trembling, as though hot flames became a ragging inferno searing her souls as they rode the tide of their emotions to a tumultuous climax.

Nitzah felt it growing inside her trembling form as she continued to move, to offer herself, the quickening of her pulse, the heaving of her breasts, the quivering of her loins. The climax that her ritual spawned was intense as ever, ever more so know that she knew hungry eyes lay upon her and fevered fantasies filled her thoughts. Velvety lips pressed against the cooling air, each breath delicate, her index finger slowly pulls away from her mouth. Flexing with sirens lure, hips swing in full motion provocative, excitement concealed her like liquid pools of ice scent shivers, was lying in the pits of her stomach. It was something hazy, and soft, wrapping her in oddly invading warmth--cloudlike and weightless, while her desire twisting through her, she took on a sharp, dangerous edge like animal hunger demanding food. She wanted in sheer desperation to please her master, honed his delicious scent, like something wicked and sinful that she could almost taste on her tongue.

Her knees started to buckle, the piteously writhing girl, head turning, eyes drawn, her body pulsing forward, caught again by the hypnotic hold, propelling her knees forward, slowly, her aching body gave herself to her Master in complete submission. The erotic airy atmosphere rolled undulating sex. Toned thighs ripple softly beneath golden tanned slave flesh prying apart steadily. Knees firmly bending, she held her stance. Ankle bells slowed the fiery beat softly halting. Erratic breaths pooled into the crisp air, the kaska, slowed in a vague beat, the beautiful czehar drawn to quiet harmonies.

Heavenly supplication she was his, in the pure fustrated seething desires burned strong, overwhelming her. Concupiscent lust consumed her mind, her thighs parted, her molten folds like melting honey to spread glistening petals, exposing her tingling hungry flesh, aching for what she cannot fathom, the beast within begging on a husky plead. She lowered her head to his sandals, planting small soft kisses to his toes. His scent intoxicating, reddening cheeks burned rouge, her movements hindered. She drops her head to the stone. Soft tendrils of luscious hair fell down over bronze shoulders. Reflectively she crossed her wrists in a binding position on the ground, giving her submission to her Master. Feminine scents of her sex filled her nostrils, she cried out to him waiting.