Anger grew in Layla's heart as she saw him reach for the other woman. She wanted to push her body from his, wanted to flee his despicable presence. Something felt off about this, and she didn't really want to continue. There was a heaviness upon the air, a tangible oppression and it made her feel sick to her stomach.<br/><br/>She watched the woman slide away, knowing how she felt as she'd just felt much similar, though without the longing sentiment of ones who had been lovers.  This was a man's world and this situation was Tarkus's fault alone.<em>HIS</em>fault and no one else's because of his greed, because of the men that thought that they had to have harems. Every woman deserved to be loved… individually.<br/><br/>His lies met her ears. He wanted her entirely. Liar. No. He did not or he wouldn't have just reached for Aisha. He wouldn't have held onto her as he fucked the other female either, not if he wanted her entirely either. He wanted parts of them, the parts that he chose, just like any harem owner. He wanted his own pleasure. In anger she prayed to her Gods for him to be blessed with nothing but daughters. While she would hope for his pleasure in the future, she did not have that caring in her heart to afford him such luxuries above her own desires at the present time.<br/><br/>But her body had been proven to be that of a whore's time and time again, over and over and just as those times had occurred, her flesh gave way to his touch.  She moaned with delight and shivered as his finger slid along her slit, though her breasts had enjoyed his touch it was nothing of a pleasure center like her sex.  She didn't take much coaxing to follow his motions, lifting her hips up, breasts floating on the water as he lined his tip up with her entrance.  She groaned deeply, heat surging through her as she felt that bulbous tip pressing against her core.  She reached back and gripped his arms as she drove down onto it, eagerly impaling herself on his rigid manhood.  He was large, but not the largest that she'd been forced to endure; he was big enough to hurt her with it but just being with him didn't cause her agony.  Guilt plagued her heart and she tried to push her husband's accusing eyes out of her head and almost failed, tears pouring silently down her cheeks. There had been no desire for the other men that she'd endured. This man was different.<br/><br/>Tarkus was different in the way that he kept himself, he was clean and soft, hard in all the right places, and his teeth were perfect and without rot. He was desirable in his strength and vigor.  She had lust for him where she had not others and her guilt plagued her.  She wasn't going to stop; she knew what life would be for her if she halted or faltered and there was still that witch who was glaring, at least she felt those hateful eyes whether or not she had them on her or not.<br/><br/>Her clenching walls gripped at his shaft, squeezing him inside of her as she lowered down, squirming as she found that his length was just a bit more than she could handle with ease.<br/>