The Sand Bride - Chapter 6
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Her throat was parched. Esther uncurled her body. As she got up, she saw Karzhen, lying naked on the bed, wave his hand without looking back. It was a signal for her to leave. He seemed satisfied, his eyes relaxed.
Esther staggered to pick up the scattered clothes on the floor, dressed hastily, and stumbled out of the tent. With each step, the sticky fluid dripping between her legs made her shudder, but she let out a sigh mixed with disgust and relief.
Still, she had survived another night. Esther desperately focused on that fact alone. If she didn’t, she felt she wouldn’t be able to endure.
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Crossing the desert seemed endless. The journey was so grueling that the captives wished for death during sandstorms. The gritty sand, the scorching sun on the barren plains, the insufficient water and food.
Even the dirty water and barely edible food made the weaker captives fall ill. The bandits mercilessly abandoned them, leaving their fates wretched.
At some point, markers appeared on the sand, and the captives realized the bandits’ destination was the Kingdom of Gharyam. The realization came too late. Ignorance would have been better.
Gharyam was a nation that had invaded others but had never been invaded itself.
The gates to Gharyam were surrounded by a thin strip of desert, even more dangerous than the rest. Sandstorms raged, and foreign soldiers unfamiliar with the desert would collapse and perish.
The markers warning of their approach to this region filled the non-Kemut captives with despair. They were already on the brink of death, and now even greater suffering awaited.
Moreover, the bandits didn’t seem interested in selling the captives as slaves. They killed or abandoned them without hesitation. As time passed, the light in the captives’ eyes faded.
Among them, Esther lived a slightly better life, but in exchange, she had to satisfy the desires of Karzhen, the bandit leader, whenever he wished.
Unlike the captives who struggled to walk, the Kemut tribe seemed built differently. The bandits hunted animals or fought for sport, even in the harsh desert.
However, no one dared challenge Karzhen, so fights only happened when he initiated them. He always claimed the most prey and victories. When the spurting blood and pitiful cries of animals filled the air, Esther closed her eyes and hunched her shoulders, her face frozen in fear.
She pitied the animals killed for sport, but what Karzhen would do to her in his heightened state was equally terrifying.
He didn’t wait for nightfall to act on his desires. Some of the things he made her do were shameful and horrifying, things she had never heard of before.
But ultimately, Esther would relent when Karzhen choked her or slapped her. His large, thick hands could inflict great pain with little effort.
One day, as she knelt under a table in broad daylight, sucking his dxck, Esther thought the saying that one gets used to anything was a lie.
Though his skilled touch sometimes brought more pleasure than pain, the pleasure was fleeting, while the disgust lingered, following her like a shadow.
The act with Karzhen—if it could even be called that—made Esther nauseous just thinking about it. She never got used to it, but she did resign herself to it.
After the first night, Karzhen threw her a dress from a dead woman’s belongings to replace the one he had torn. Until then, Esther had been forced to crouch in tattered clothes, a memory too horrifying to recall.
At least the bandits avoided her, not wanting to provoke Karzhen, and the captives were too exhausted to bother her. Since then, when Karzhen seemed drunk or impatient, Esther would undress herself.
It was better than having her clothes torn. And Karzhen, realizing she was quicker at undressing than he was, would wait patiently.
That day was no different. As Esther sat massaging her swollen feet, Karzhen grabbed her hair and dragged her to his tent. He seemed drunk, his clothes splattered with blood—whether from a beast or a person, she couldn’t tell.
Knowing how dangerous Karzhen was in this state, Esther obediently undressed herself. Her trembling hands fumbled, but Karzhen didn’t rush her.
Once she was naked, Karzhen sat on the bed and pulled down his pants. Esther knew what he wanted. She crawled over and took his pxnis into her mouth.
“Mm… Ugh……. Mm…….”
As his pxnis pushed into her mouth, Karzhen ran his hand through her hair before lightly gripping her head. Her thin, sandy hair tangled easily around his fingers. Karzhen sighed softly at the tightness of her throat.
Esther, sitting between his legs, puffed her cheeks and moved her head up and down, taking his large dxck into her mouth. With each movement, the hard tip poked the roof of her mouth before sliding down her tongue.
Though she still choked occasionally, Esther pursed her lips and pushed his pxnis deeper until his pubic hair brushed her lips. She had been beaten before for not taking him all the way.
As she sucked obediently, Karzhen’s hand slid down. His fingers brushed her vxgina, and her thighs stiffened. When he slapped her thigh, Esther let out a small cry and released his pxnis.
Annoyed, Karzhen grabbed the back of her head and pushed his dxck back into her mouth while thrusting his fingers inside her. He teased her c**t, and her hips began to sway in response.
