Ssyn made her way to the bed chamber, her emerald silk gown flowing around her as she walked. She looked around the hallway, it was nice and cool out here, unlike the hot desert sun outside. First door, to the left, they told her. She made her way up to it, and paused, only for a moment, to gather herself.

Ssyn was the high priestess of the biggest shrine in the city. It was customary for the priests of the shrine to sell the priestesses to kings, princes, knights and other noblemen. They would usually put a list of three or four priestesses, and whoever was the highest bidder won their bride. The money would directly go to funding the maintenance of the shrine – so Ssyn believed that this was for the greater good. 

Finally, she placed her hand on the doorknob, and gently opened the old wooden door. She stared inside the room for a while. The floor was made of marble, and there were three floor to ceiling windows, each with two curtains. The windows were open, the breeze gently making the curtains flutter. Outside Ssyn could see a promenade, and a medium sized wall surrounding it. Right in the middle of the room there was a large, elegant bed, with high beams and drapes overhead. The bed itself had lots of pillows on it, and the bedding was red velvet. To the left and right side of the room there were two small couches, both red, matching the bed. Ssyn closed her eyes and breathed in, then opened her eyes again and made her way over to the bed. She sat down on it, putting her hands in her lap. She looked down at them as she thought. 

What kind of man was her new husband? All she knew from what the priests told her was that his name was Ajak, and that he was the high commander for the queen's army. Ssyn was nervous, and before she was sold to Ajak she had described to her mother what her fears were. But her mother reassured her that whoever this man was must be nice, for he had bid quite a lot of money for her. In fact, it was a record. Even the mightiest king never bid that much on a priestess before.

“And, after all, I was sold to your father.” Ssyn's mother said, cupping her face. Ssyn nodded, and went with the priest here, to the home of Ajak. She was quickly received by his servants, who explained to her what would happen. She were to wait for Ajak's arrival in his bedroom, he was returning from guard duty at the city wall.

Ssyn looked around her. Well, whoever this man was, he sure did keep his home tidy. She smiled, perhaps that was a good sign. Just at that moment, a tall, average built, olive-skinned man with thick black hair came into the room. Ssyn gasped. She assumed that this was Ajak. He was wearing a soldier's skirt, except instead of the normal black leather they wore, his was made from silver threads. On his bicep he had a leather strap that held a small, jewelled dagger. Ssyn had to crane her neck as Ajak stepped closer to her, looking down and smiling. She could now see his deep brown eyes, the same colour as hers – piercing through her own gaze. Ssyn tried to say something, but she made nothing more than a squeak.

“Ssyn, it is good to see you.” Ajak said, his grin still wide upon his face. Ssyn blinked, he talked to her as though she was a friend.

“H-hello sir.” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. Ajak laughed.

“Why the formality Ssyn? Surely you haven't forgotten about me.” Ajak remarked. But Ssyn couldn't remember who this man was. Ajak clicked his tongue and sat down beside her.

“I suppose it cannot be helped, you were only little after all.” he said. Ssyn looked over at him.
“I'm sorry, but I can't seem to remember ever meeting you before.” Ssyn apologized. Ajak waved a hand.

“No, it's quite alright.” he said. “We used to play together, a long time ago, as children. I lived right across from you. You were, or still are I suppose, a couple years younger than I, so I guess that's why you don't remember.” But then, it all came sweeping back to her, going out on the street to play with Ajak, her mother calling her inside because it was getting too late. She and Ajak used to be best friends before she was sent to be raised by the priests and the other priestesses. 

“When I saw your name for auction, I just knew I had to get you. I had to see you again. I could never get you out of my mind this entire time.” Ssyn tilted her head to one side.

“When did you enrol in the army?” she asked. She remembered Ajak talking nothing else but becoming a soldier ever since he was little.

“When I was sixteen. My father was the commandant at the time, so you could say it was pure luck.” Ajak shrugged. Ssyn smiled, feeling happy to see her old friend. He looked over at her, as though his eyes were drinking in her beauty. Ssyn couldn't help but blush and turn away, but Ajak grabbed her chin and pushed it back towards him.

“Ssyn, you've become very beautiful.” Ajak whispered, leaning in closer. Ssyn gazed down at his lips, which were parting.

“You've become quite handsome yourself Ajak.” she said. And before she knew it, Ajak placed one hand on her cheek, and gently kissed her. Ssyn put her hand on his arm, and the kiss quickly grew passionate. He helped her lay back on the bed, the top of the bed at their side. Ajak pushed himself up with one arm, and smiled as he looked down at her.

“I love you, Ssyn.” he said.

“I love you too Ajak.” Ssyn replied. Ajak bent down again and kissed her, this time stroking her inner thigh with his fingertips. Her skin was soft, the oils she used to bathe with made her skin smooth and smell like rose buds. Ajak gently pushed Ssyn's dress up, revealing her bare pussy to him. He smiled as he looked, enjoying the view. Ssyn put her hands up towards her face, the experience was much too embarrassing for her.

“I assume you are a virgin?” Ajak noted. Ssyn gave a nod. Ajak placed two fingers on her pussy's soft lips, slowly pulling them apart. “Very well. I will be gentle.” He continued to stroke and play with her pussy, her juices starting to pour out of her. She wriggled her body, a sensation coming over her that she had never felt before. Ajak took Ssyn's clitoris between his thumb and forefinger, carefully squeezing it. Ssyn let out a small cry. Ajak laughed out loud.

“It's okay Ssyn, the servants know what we are up to.” Ajak reassured her. Ssyn nodded again, words seeming to escape her. After what seemed like an eternity, Ajak put his mouth to her pussy, and flicked his tongue around her clitoris. Ssyn placed both hands on top of his head.

“Aah! Ajak...” she called out. Hearing his name made Ajak moan, which only felt better to Ssyn. He reached one hand up and played with her breast, every now and then tweaking her nipple. Just as Ssyn felt like she was at the breaking point, Ajak got up, placing a hand on top of her knee. Ssyn barely even realized that she had her legs perched up, opened wide. She quickly closed them again, bringing a pillow towards her. 

“Are you embarrassed?” Ajak asked, almost as though he were teasing her. Ssyn shook her head. “Good, you have no reason to be. You have a magnificent pussy after all.” He went back down on her for a minute, then came back up and ordered her to go on her hands and knees.

“You'll enjoy this better if we do it like this, you'll see.” Ajak told her. Ssyn nodded, trusting him. She waited in that position, her dress falling above her hips. She could hear Ajak fumbling with his skirt, and then she felt something hard at her entrance. She tried to look back, but could only see Ajak's torso.

“W-what are you doing?” she asked. He carefully pushed the tip of his cock in. Both of them moaned in unison.

“You feel so good Ssyn.” Ajak breathed out. “So tight...so wet.” Ssyn gripped the sheets beneath her as he entered all the way. 

“I-it feels like I'm going to tear!” she cried. “It's so big...Ajak...” Ajak looked down, gripping her ass with his large hands. He could see the blood come out onto his cock and drip onto the bed. Ssyn was crying out, protesting, but her pussy was throbbing around him, as though it wanted more of his cock. Ajak pulled away, and then thrust back in, her wetness surrounding him. He closed his eyes, biting his lip.

“Ssyn...” he said under his breath. He moved his cock within her, pulling out and pushing back in. Ssyn matched his thrusts with her own, and soon they developed a rhythm. He reached down to play with her clit, and that made Ssyn yell out.

“Oh Ajak!” she yelled. Ajak continued pounding her, over and over, until he felt like he was going to explode.

“Ajak, I...I can feel something...” Ssyn said. Ajak stroked her hair.

“It's okay Ssyn. Let it out. You're going to come.” Ajak told her. He could feel her pussy tightening around him, her blood and juices running down his cock. Ssyn's breathing grew heavier, and Ajak could feel his cock throbbing.

“I'm going to...come!” Ssyn called. 

“I'm going to come too. I'm going to come inside!” Ajak yelled out. Ssyn looked behind her, her eyes widening.

“No...Ajak...if you come inside...” but Ajak was already coming, and as he came, Ssyn could feel her own pussy come around him. Her whole body felt like it was tingling and numbness came about her. She gasped and closed her eyes.

“Oh Ssyn.” Ajak said, leaning over her. It felt safe, somehow, having him over her, feeling his warmth and body pressure on top of herself. 

They stayed like that for a while, and then they both collapsed onto the pillows, Ajak shielding over Ssyn like a cocoon. He placed his chin on her shoulder, and she could feel his breathing become lighter again.

“I love you Ssyn.” he said dreamily. 

“I love you too, Ajak.”