Ifrit Boyfriend: Behrouz Part Two (complete)

Ten nights have gone by since my punishment with Behrouz started. Ten long, hot nights, when all I have done is sweat myself into a strange exhaustion. I was never one to deal with bullshit lightly, but these days, my patience has been as thin as spring ice. Behrouz seems to not notice the effect he has on me, and continues about his days as happy as he can possibly be.

My girls have noticed the change in me and are taking care not to upset me. I feel bad for them; they have done nothing wrong. It is my new sleeping arrangements that have caused me such distress. Laying there beside Behrouz, who has always been a thorn in my side, is more than I can bear. I hate the heat, I hate even thinking about it, and all he is is steaming, sweaty, dull heat. I have tried everything to alleviate it; placing a thick blanket between us, keeping the window cracked open, even placing ice under the bed. Nothing works. The ice under the bed only created further problems; it melted from his heat, and in the morning I busted my bare ass slipping on it. He had a laugh as well as a squeeze as he helped me from the floor.

“Lady Siyana,” one of my young maidens comes to me. “I hate to be a bother to you, but I have noticed your ill temperament as of late, and I-”

“Have I snapped at you?” I let my shoulders sag. “I am sorry if I have.”

“No, no,” the girl gasps. “I was wondering if you wanted to talk. You know? Perhaps venting and getting things off your shoulders would help. The other girls asked me to invite you to our tea ceremony.”

“That is your private time,” I say with surprise. “The temple leader isn’t meant to join those.”

The girl shrugs. “Sure, but if you need help, we’d love to offer a hand to you.”

I’m touched. The tea ceremony is meant for the temple girls to relax and be themselves, without the worry of the temple master or any of the priests butting in. I hate to take over their time, but I could honestly use their offer.

“Are you sure?” I ask.

“Positive,” the girl replies cheerily. 

I follow her to the tea room, where the other girls are waiting. I’m seated down at the head table, where I am served a mountain of sweets as well as a tea made from the snow berries the village grows. The tea is a vivid pink like the berries; these berries are used for many other things, like food and our main source of dye. Ages ago, the Ifrits used to taunt us for our pink clothing.

“Lady Siyana?”

I snap out of my thoughts and look at all the young, fresh faces gazing at me with curious, intent looks. “Oh, I’m sorry. I’ve not had a good sleep in a while.”

“We’ve noticed,” Ariana, one of my personal trainees, replies.

I huff. “Well, you all know what is going on by now. You have all seen Lord Behrouz here. There is no reason for me to dance around the subject.”

“And yet you’ve been painfully silent about it,” Ariana scoffs. 

“Young lady,” I snap at her.

“Lady Siyana, you don’t talk to anyone,” Lilova, another one of my trainees, says in a gentle voice. “You listen to all of our complaints when we have them. Who do you talk to?”

I set my teacup down. “I talk to Medvadeva.”

All the girls suddenly start laughing.

I scoff, and my hand flutters to my neck. “Be respectful! She is why we are all here! Do not laugh, because-” 

“Look, we all believe in Medvadeva and what she provides, but she is not going to take your stress away, Lady Siyana. She is not going to come down and pluck Lord Behrouz from your bed.” Lilova gestures widely. “She will provide help for you, but sometimes it isn’t in a way you would expect!”

“Oh, wow,” I murmur. “You girls are more on top of this than I give you credit for.”

The girls all giggle and smirk together at this.

“Well,” I start. “For one, Lord Behrouz is so very hot.”

“We’ve noticed,” Ariana titters and the other girls follow suit.

I furrow my brow at them, not quite sure I am understanding their inflection. “It’s hard for me to sleep because of how frustrating it is. The heat is so overpowering, and all it does is make me focus on Behrouz. He’s there, beside me all night, naked-”

The girls squeal in unison at this news.

“Does he have a good body?” One girl chimes in.

“How big is it?” another shouts, making the girls break into a cacophony of squeals and laughter all over again.

I slam my palms down on the table. “Are all your minds turned to such perversion?” I snap at them. 

“We’re young. We have a right,” Lilova answers. 

I scoff. “I do not see Lord Behrouz this way.” My mind flashes to that first morning, and his erection laying on his belly. The head of it like molten metal, smoldering red-orange. In a way, it looked like a succulent candy. “He’s a brute who has taken advantage of a situation,” I stammer. I can see his broad back before me, rippling with muscle, and the veins of fire just beneath the surface. “And I will not allow him the satisfaction of any sort of thought from me that isn’t dismissive.” I pinch my thighs together as that flustering ache returns. 

“Has he done anything untowards, Lady Siyana?” Ariana asks.

I shake my head. “No. The only time he has touched me is when I fell one morning. He picked me up. It still doesn’t diminish the fact he took advantage of a situation and made it into an improper one,” I scoff.

“I’ve heard legends that Ifrits’ heat will cool down once they’ve ejaculated,” Lilova replies. “If it’s the heat that is really the issue, perhaps you suggest he cums before he gets into bed.”

The uproarious laughter in response to this is deafening. My cheeks burn so hot I feel as though I am laying beside Behrouz already. 

“This is abhorrent!” I gasp. “I could not say such a thing! Where did you even hear a story like that?”

“We have a shared literature club,” Ariana giggles.

I scoff and gulp down my tea. “Is that all you girls think of?” 

“We are honestly trying to help, Lady Siyana,” Lilova chuckles. “It could help if the heat is the real issue. But the way you talk, it sounds like the underlying issue is something else.”

I sigh and stand up. “Thank you for your kind offer to help me. You have certainly given me a lot to think about.” I leave the tea ceremony and step out into the cold. I drop down my hood, letting my overheated face get buffeted by the wind and snow. 

“Girls these days,” I grumble.

I go off to the temple to perform my daily meditations. I take off my coat and gaze at the burnt line that Behrouz made in the floor during our initial confrontation. I scoff at it, then take my seat before the altar. As I try to clear my head, I find my thoughts are clouded. The earlier conversation has me so distracted that my mind is full of Lord Behrouz. I am frustrated already, beyond what I have been this past week. The more I try to not think about him, the more he floods my mind.

I fidget in place, then tuck my hand between my thighs. My groin rubs against my wrist in such a way that I feel some relief. I think of Behrouz’s big hand clamped around my waist that first day at the gate. His strong fingers kneading into my rear, in such a way that I wouldn’t mind it a bit rougher. I feel overheated so I open up my robe, exposing myself from breasts to navel. The temple is chilled, as there is no fireplace, and cold air makes my nipples become stiff. 

I remember how thick and rigid Behrouz’s cock was, so heavy that it fell and slapped against his stomach. I had the dark urge to lick it since it looked so much like candy, but I denied myself the indulgence. I open up my robe further, sitting bare-assed on the floor. My fingers slip inside me as my thumb rubs against my aching clit. My wetness spills onto the floor, and my hot breath comes out as white clouds in the air. 

I grasp my breast, squeezing it and the nipple hard as I imagine Lord Behrouz’s solid, strong body pressed over mine. I want to feel his burning mouth on my skin, leaving marks all over me like a stain. I then take my fingers from my slit, sucking my own nectar off before returning to rubbing myself. I am hot and desperate, eager for a long-needed release. 

When I finally cum, I nearly scream. It is so powerful, so needed, like an explosion erupting from my core and destroying every last bit of me. I lay down on the cold floor, breathing hard as calm flows into me. What I have destroyed is blossoming into something new, something I like. 

I sit up from the floor after a while, and take a few deep breaths. It has been such a long time since I felt so unbound. I feel lighter, easier. I stand up to find my legs are still quite weak, so I wobble as I put my clothes back on. My hair is a mess too, so I untie it and then simply put it back in a loose ponytail.

When I go to meet Behrouz at the gate, I find myself feeling nervous. As he comes inside, I am not sure exactly what to do or say. I feel like all my resentment towards him is gone. I will have to build it back up.

“You’re never here before me.” Behrouz looks me up and down. “You always make me wait.”

“I’m in a hurry to go to bed today,” I fib. “I’m exhausted.” Everything I’m saying sounds so fake in my ears. I know I am giving something away to him.

Behrouz grunts. “Fine. Impatient.”

I turn to lead the way but Behrouz grabs the hem of my coat. “You’ve got something wet there,” he growls at me. “It’s sticky.”

I gasp and twist out of his grasp. “It’s nothing!” I snap at him. “Worry about your own sticky coat.” I grimace at my words and try to keep my pace.

Behrouz sniffs his fingers and a low chuckle leaves his throat. “I’m not wearing a coat, Siyana.”

I take him into our bedroom and hurriedly toss my coat aside. I must have let it get in my mess on the floor before I left. I start to remove the rest of my clothes, but I catch sight of Behrouz undressing. I don’t know if what I did helped me or doomed me, because now it feels like a floodgate has opened. I came, now I want to cum again.

Behrouz sits on the edge of the bed. “What?” he growls at me. “You got something on your mind?”

I swallow down the lump in my throat. “My girls said something ridiculous today.” I strip down from my clothes and climb into bed. “Considering I have so much issue with how hot you are.”

Behrouz chuckles as he lays back. “This ought to be good. What did the young ladies say?”

I scoff, laying so my back is to him like always. “They said that Ifrits will cool down once they’ve ejaculated.” I try to laugh it off. “That sounds utterly ridiculous.”

“Are you asking me to jerk off for your comfort, Lady Siyana?” Behrouz growls close to my ear.

I flinch and turn back to look at him, clutching the blanket around me. “N-no!” I sputter. “Why would I ever ask for that?”

“Because it’s true,” he grins from ear to ear. “If you wanted me to cool down for the night, all you had to do was ask.”

I sit up. “Now wait a minute-” I then gasp as I see him fondling himself. “Not here!” My voice cracks.

“If you want me to finish fast, you can help,” he teases. He strokes his cock, going slow and steady. 

I swallow down the lump in my throat. “You’re disgusting-” my voice comes out as a whimper. “This is pathetic, even for you.” I watch him become erect; the head is glowing, looking like melting candy again.

“Then why are you watching me?” Behrouz snarls.

I am hypnotized again. I can’t look away. His fist starts to move faster, pumping his erection as a gold liquid starts to dribble from the tip.

“Stop watching me, Siyana, or you’re going to start giving me ideas.” His free hand tugs the blanket away from me.

I gasp from shock rather than anger.

A gold fountain spurts from the tip of his cock, splashing down his thick fingers. “Yes,” Behrouz snarls in triumph. “Oh gods, keep looking at me.”

I bite my lip, inching closer to him. I place my hand on his warm thigh, stroking up it. I am overpowered by my own desire, all logic and reason absolutely gone. I am rendered senseless in this dark craving for him.

I dip my head down, taking the confection-like head of his cock into my mouth. The thick, gold liquid is hot, but it doesn’t burn. I suck him as he strokes himself. He twitches against my tongue, so I take him deeper. The warm gold spills down my throat as Behrouz begins to moan louder. He grabs my hair, tearing me back as the gold explodes from him. It dribbles from my mouth, splashes on my face and chest, coating me in a glittery mess. 

Behrouz flops back onto the bed, wheezing and moaning loudly like a wounded animal. I’m breathing hard as well, so I take his limp, useless hand and shove it between my thighs. I rut against his fingers until they coil and grow stiff.

“Disgusting,” Behrouz echoes my words. “This is pathetic, even for you.” His thick fingers push inside me. “I knew it.”

I gaze down at him, his gold cum still smeared all over my skin. His warmth smolders inside me as I squeeze around his three intruding digits. “Shut the fuck up,” I snarl at him. “I don’t want your mouth unless your tongue is inside me, where it’s of good use.”

“Then come here.” He smacks his free hand against his cheek. “I know you’ve been wanting to shut me up, so why not just get it over with?”

I grin wickedly at him. “My pleasure.” I straddle his face and ease myself upon him. I rub my wet slit against his lips, his tongue. He then grabs my hips, digging his fingers into me. “You trying to pet a kitten?” I snarl. “I know you’re tougher than that!”

His fingers grip me tighter, eliciting a long deep moan from my lips. I press myself against his mouth as his lips begin to move. He growls and snarls between my thighs. His tongue is fire-hot against my slit.

“Oh, goddess!” I cry out, grasping at the headboard. 

Behrouz’s fingers slip into my wetness and trail it up along my slit. He moans against me and the next thing I know, his finger is pressing at my ass. I gasp loudly as his finger sinks inside me. I thrash against him, rising up again as his heat melts me. 

Behrouz tosses me down onto the bed. He sits up, grinning down at me as I try to recover. He kisses me, biting my lip and then tugging on it. He kisses my neck, down my chest, sucking on my breasts.

“Stop. Stop!” I push against his shoulders and he moves away from me.

He sits back, grinning down at me as I catch my breath. “Sensitive?” he asks.

“Open a window,” I grunt. 

He stands up to open the window closest to me. He then goes over to the basin and pours water into a cup. “Here, you should drink.” He helps me sit up then holds the water for me as I drink.

“I don’t know what came over me,” I grumble. I hold my hands over my face. “This is so humiliating.”

“For who?” Behrouz scoffs. “I thoroughly enjoyed myself.”

I grimace up at him. “You were being cruel the entire time.”

“How?” He laughs. “By making you cum? By letting you sit on my face?” He sits down before me on the bed. “You didn’t stop me until the end there. You’re the one you took my cock into your mouth without asking.” He then shrugs. “Sure, I may have played a little with the back door, but you came so hard when I did.”

I look away and mutter under my breath.

“You were splendid,” he chuckles. “This was an absolute treat for me.” He eases in, brushing my hair aside so he can kiss and nuzzle my neck. “I knew all that animosity was something else.” His hand slips back between my thighs.

“Behrouz,” I whimper. I open my thighs, letting his fingers ease back inside me.

“You’re so wet, you’re making a horrible mess,” he snarls in my ear. “You must really need me.” He moves between my legs and lays his cock on my belly. “Say it,” he sneers.

I glare up at him. “Just do it.”

“Not what I asked for.” He slicks his fingers in my wetness and rubs it down to my pucker. “Beg for me,” he growls. “I want to hear what you want me to do to you.” His finger pushes back inside my ass again. “Or else I’ll cum here.”

I bite my cheek. “Never,” I whimper. 

Behrouz grins. “I know exactly what you want.” He ruts his cock on my slit as he grabs the back of my thighs. “You’re begging for it already.”

I whimper as he lifts my hips off the bed. His cock slides between my cheeks and he guides it so it goes to my tight bud. 

“I knew you’d be dirty,” Behrouz moans. “But nothing like this.” He presses inside and the first few moments, he knocks my breath out of me. He stretches my tight ass, gently at first, easing himself. I hate how good it feels. 

He pushes deep inside, going still for a moment as he watches me. My slit drips down, lubing his way. He moves slowly, rutting himself inside. “How do you like it, Lady Siyana?” He growls. “Finally having me inside you?”

“Just shut up!” I cry out and chomp down on my lip. 

“Not hurting you, am I?” Behrouz pants. 

I gaze up at him. “No-” I whimper, surprised by the tenderness of his voice. “It feels good. But-” My voice breaks as he moves.

“But?” He snarls.

“I would like it to hurt,” I pant.

Behrouz grins and he pulls from me. He flips me over, arching my hips in the air so my head in pressed into the pillow. He uses my wetness again before slipping back inside my pucker. One hand presses on my neck, pushing me down into the pillows. The other hand strikes my ass and I cry out.

“Oh, goddess!” I scream. “Yes! Yes! Harder!”

He drives himself into me madly, shaking the bed and me like a wild animal. He spanks me again, then claws his sharp nails down my back. I reach between my thighs, rubbing my clit as he fucks me. A shudder trails down my spine like a spark lighting like a firework.

“I’m going to cum,” he snarls. “Oh gods-” His voice is strained.

“Do it, do it, do it!” I cry out.

His body seizes up and his fingers dig hard into my ass. His heat floods me as the fireworks go off. I am overwhelmed by the power, and bury my face into the pillow to dull my cries. I feel him hot in my belly and, as he pulls out, a little dribbles down to my slit. 

Behrouz strokes my back, then rubs my rear where my cheeks burn. I have never felt such a deep release before; my entire body is sated and limp. Behrouz kisses my neck, then my shoulders, gently petting me to soothe me.

“You all right?” he growls in my ear. “Nothing hurt?”

I take a few deep breaths. “Nothing bad.” I touch my belly where his seed is still buried. “I feel so good.”

“Good,” he whispers in my ear. “But wait until morning.”

I look up at him, meeting his soft kiss. “Am I going to be sore?” I chuckle.

“You asked to have it rough, you only have yourself to blame,” he smirks. “But I’ll take care of you. I always planned on it.”

“Always?” I scoff.

“You didn’t think sharing a bed was going to stay chaste forever, did you?” He grins. “I thought it would take a while to soften you up. I’m quite surprised.”

“So, you did have ulterior motives?” I scoff. “I should have known.” I kiss him again, looping my arm around his neck. 

“You really should have,” he growls. “I’ve been wanting you for so long.”

“Well, you’ve got me. Now what?” I ask.

“I’m going to make love to you until your legs fall off,” he whispers into my ear. “And then, I’m going to marry you when you can’t run away.”

I chuckle. “Oh, that’s cute.”

“I think so.” He lays down beside me and wraps his warm arms around me. “Siyana, I’ve loved you since I laid eyes on you.”

I roll over so I face him. “You’re a moron.” I kiss him. “But you’re mine now.” I stroke a long lock of hair from his face. “Agreed?”

He breaks into a massive grin. “Agreed.”