The Warrior's Pet(43)

"Gather round." Dagaa stood and got the warriors' attention. "Tonight in honor of our great Daimio's successful conquest his pet, Giselle, will be showing us a custom from her people."

Kagan quirked his brow curious what Giselle had planned. Giselle stood up and moved to the open circle in front of him. She wore a short skirt similar to the warrior's vestment. It hugged her full hips. Across her chest a band of fabric was tied barely containing her pert straining breasts. She was beautiful in the light cast by the fire.



Giselle

Giselle stood nervously in front of Kagan hoping her ploy worked. The way his men had behaved towards her was one thing, but their treatment of Kagan was another. And people called woman fickle.

Giselle wanted the gathered warriors to desperately wish they were Kagan. She wanted them to covet the very thing they rebuked Kagan for. Not that she wanted to be coveted, but she wanted them to be jealous of Kagan. She wanted the warriors to see that Kagan was as powerful as they previously thought and that he had mastery of a female that they never would. She wasn't above a little psychological warfare to reeducate them.

Kagan looked intrigued and curious. His dark eyes followed her as she stepped into the small clearing. The stringed instrument started out whining intermingled with a snare drum. Giselle smiled. It was much like belly dancing music she had heard back home. Perfect

Giselle focused on the music getting a feel for the melody. Then on the next drum beat she threw her head back and flung her arms out wide as she began her seduction. Giselle held her palms out and undulated her hips, pivoting left then right on the balls of her feet in time with the strained violin. She let her upper body follow her hips in a serpentine fluid movement. The crowd dropped away as Giselle danced for the powerful warrior who had won her over. Her arms snaked out beckoning Kagan.



Kagan quo Rordan

Kagan wondered what Giselle had planned as the song, Kali's Lament, started to play. Whatever he had expected came no where close to the sight of Giselle dancing in his honor. Kagan had never seen a creature move the way she did. What race of people created a female comprised of such polar opposites, aggressive and valiant, yet alluring and lush.

He was instantly enthralled and immediately hard as rock. Giselle gyrated erotically, her blue eyes trained on him. She held her wrists together over her head as if bound as she twisted seductively. Kagan couldn't help but picture tying her up and having his way with her. Giselle's body wove back and forth in time with the increasingly frantic pace of the music. The musicians were clearly egging her on, playing faster just to watch the way her ass shook. It reminded Kagan how much he loved squeezing the swell of Giselle's behind.

Giselle worked her way forward till she was a hairs' breath from Kagan. Slowly methodically Giselle untied the fabric hiding her breasts from view. Many of the warriors present had seen her naked and yet they sat forward as Giselle tauntingly bared herself one agonizing inch at a time. She nearly drove Kagan mad the way she teased him with a peak of her rosy nipples only to cover herself and begin again.

There was more than one groan of appreciation when Giselle's bosom was finally gloriously exposed, her pink tips stiff in the night air. Giselle squeezed her full mounds then ran her hands down her body as she swayed. She bent forward and tantalized him with her tempting peaks.

Giselle wrapped the strip of fabric she waved around his neck then entwined her arms in it. She tugged against Kagan, using him to support her weight as she arched her back like she did in the throes of passion. Her luscious hips rotating in a figure-eight move, her shoulders rolling as her hair nearly swept the ground behind her.

Giselle spun around twisting her hips. She rocked from side to side as she bent low, her skirt rising up to expose the shelf of her full behind. Kagan could see the pink cleft of her pussy before Giselle languidly snaked back up.

As much as Kagan was enjoying Giselle's seductive dance, he'd much prefer to throw her over his shoulder and go back to their tent.



Giselle

The music ended and Giselle stood in front of Kagan her chest heaving with the excitement that thrummed through her entire body. Giselle had no clue how hot performing for Kagan while the others watched would make her. Kagan was turned on, but he wasn't the only one. Giselle smiled smugly, pleased the other warriors weren't immune to her feminine charms. Of course few were when it was poured on so heavily and overtly.

Kagan couldn't seem to wait to casually say goodnight. Instead he picked Giselle up in one strong arm and made fast strides to their tent. He practically vibrated from restrained lust. He lowered her down to the floor and just stared at her with a predatory gleam in his eyes. Giselle turned on the artificial light at the back of the small tent and turned back round to take in Kagan.