The Adventures of Larra Court

Whatever was in the ointment Tabin used it seemed to work. Under the care of her Mongol rescuer, Larra healed quickly. Within a few days she was moving around the camp freely. As far as Larra could determine, the Mongol camp was located in a narrow valley. Groves of trees and willows provided security against observation from the air, and a small stream provided plenty of water for the men and their horses.

Larra had been outfitted with clothes that that were an approximate fit for her five-foot ten-inch frame. The consisted of loose-fitting riding pants, a pair of soft leather boots, a heavy shirt and a sheepskin jacket. The costume could hardly be considered stylish, but it was very serviceable, allowing her ease of movement and keeping her warm.

None of the Mongol raiders seemed particularly interested in her. Mongol courtesy seemed to require that she be given the freedom of the camp. No one challenged her when she wandered away from the center of the encampment or observed any of their activities. "Possibly," Larra thought, "they are not concerned about me escaping because there is nowhere to go."

It seemed to be a small raiding party. There were probably no more than fifty men. They were armed with an odd assortment of weapons ranging from modern to the nineteenth century. Larra guessed that most of the firearms had been looted during various Mongol raids.

For most of her stay in the Mongol camp Larra stayed close to Tabin. She felt safer when near her Mongol rescuer, and he was also an attractive and impressive man. In addition, he was the only man Larra could communicate with. Over the course of her stay Larra learned that the Tabin and his comrades regarded Japanese incursions into border areas near Mongolia to be a violation of Mongol sovereignty. But Tabin and his men were not part of the official Russian-dominated Mongolian regime. They were independent of anyone’s authority, regarding the Russians to be interlopers every bit as bad as the Japanese. Even more interesting to Larra was the fact that the Tabin and his followers were from the very part of Mongolia that she had sought to visit on her archeological adventure. That made Tabin not only interesting, but potentially useful. And so, when Tabin and his troop decided to head for their ancestral territory, Larra went willingly.

The journey to Tabin’s homeland was not without its hazards. There were numerous patrols to avoid, Russian and Mongolian. Tabin preferred not to make war against his own people and avoided contact with them when possible. Since he was a master at moving through potentially dangerous regions without being discovered his expedition went undetected. As the group of raiders got closer to home, the terrain became wilder and more difficult. Larra was able to understand how Tabin and his men had been able to hide out. The region of his homeland was almost inaccessible to any stranger, being hidden deep within a labyrinth of valleys and heavily forested mountainsides.

The journey took a month. Winter had set in by the time the group of horsemen arrived in their home valley. Larra realized that she was unlikely to be able to leave Mongolia before the snow melted next spring, but she was not dismayed. By pure chance she had been brought closer to her goal. Somewhere close to Tabin’s homeland was the archeological site she sought. Somewhere close by was the lost treasure of Genghis Khan.

By this time Larra had learned much of Mongol culture and had mastered some of its intricate language. As they rode closer she often engaged in long conversations with Tabin, who seemed just as intrigued by her as she was by him. By the end of the journey Larra and Tabin had become close friends.

In a remote valley, amongst a stand of trees they finally rode into Tabin’s village. It consisted of a number of the traditional Mongol yurts. Each yurt was a circular dwelling so constructed that it could be dismantled and moved elsewhere, but also completely weatherproof and secure against the coldest winter weather.

The returning raiding party was received with wild enthusiasm by the people of the village. Even Larra was accorded a warm welcome once the villagers got over their natural shyness and politeness. She was made a guest of honor in the yurt of the chief.

Tabin had come to have enormous respect for the beautiful woman he had saved. He had supposed when he first rescued her, that she was a weak pampered western woman. But he had learned otherwise. Larra had adapted to Mongol life and shown a toughness and resilience that rivaled that of any of his men. On the long journey home, she had not been a liability, but an asset, doing her part in the routine duties associated with a military expedition. His regard for her had reached its highest point when he found out that she could shoot better than any of his men. So it was that when he returned he regarded Larra as an honored guest and a part of his plans for war against the Russians and Japanese.

He hoped that if he cooperated in her archaeological quest, which he only half believed in, that Larra might use her connections to get him much needed military equipment, the sort of equipment that would enable him to compete better with his more heavily armed Russian and Japanese adversaries.

A celebratory banquet followed the return of the raiding party, loaded down as it was with loot from a successful campaign. There was considerable eating and drinking that lasted long into the night. During the celebrations Larra was seated next to Tabin. Larra was constantly plied with food and strong Mongolian spirits. As the night progressed she found herself getting progressively light-headed. Fortunately, or perhaps unfortunately, Tabin was too much of a gentleman to take advantage of the situation. Larra was not sure how she would have reacted if Tabin had attempted to become familiar with her. She had grown to enjoy the company of this tall, calm, and infinitely polite warrior. And of course, he had saved her life. But he maintained his distance from her, sticking to the Mongol code of honor. And so the night passed without event.

The next morning Larra awoke with something of a headache. She did not remember being shown to bed, but she awoke on soft furs and was covered with a sheepskin against the cold. She was still dressed in the clothing she had worn for the last few weeks. Larra decided that she felt quite grubby. She had not had a bath in over a month and washing her face and hands in cold mountain streams did not leave her feeling clean.

She was alone in the yurt, although it was obvious from the bedding that several other people had slept in the same shelter. As she pulled herself out of the sheepskins the door opened and Tabin poked his face in. He grinned at her. "Is there anything I can get you?" he asked. "Breakfast is ready."

"That sounds good," Larra replied, "but since you ask I could use a bath."

"A bath?" He smiled again. Larra decided that he was quite handsome when he did that. "I think that might be possible. I will arrange it after breakfast."

Breakfast consisted of mare’s milk and an assortment of game meat, the usual Mongol fare for the region of Mongolia they were in. Tabin’s tribe ate a little more meat due to the relative abundance of wild game in the mountainous region that was the tribe’s home.

After breakfast, Tabin escorted Larra outside. Two horses were saddled and waiting for them. Larra rode one of the wiry Mongol ponies. Tabin’s horse was the huge stallion that he had ridden when he rescued Larra. The small Mongol ponies were not big enough to hold his weight. There was a price to pay for this. The larger horse could carry much more weight more easily and faster, but did not have the endurance of the smaller Mongol ponies. The larger horse also required better fodder. However, a man Tabin’s size did not have much choice. The ponies could simply not carry his weight.

"I thought," Larra said you were going to arrange a bath for me, "not a ride."

"Follow me and wait and see," said Tabin. He was smiling at her.

Larra smiled back and spurred her horse forward. They rode for about an hour, moving higher into the mountainous snow-covered country. Eventually they came to a place where a small canyon intersected the valley they had been riding through at right angles. Tabin directed his horse into it. Larra followed.

A strange mist filled the canyon. A mist so thick that neither Larra nor Tabin could see more than a few feet ahead. They had to slow their mounts to a walk. They progressed into the dense fog for about ten minutes, moving slowly up the canyon. It seemed to Larra that the air was getting warmer. This was confirmed when she saw to her surprise that green grass was growing in the canyon, a bizarre phenomenon for the middle of winter. A few hundred feet farther on and both she and Tabin had removed their heavy sheepskin jackets. The temperatures were now almost spring-like. All traces of winter snow had disappeared. The heavy mist was now thicker than ever and it boiled toward them as if they were approaching some sort of gigantic simmering pot.

Tabin reined in his horse and dismounted. Larra followed suit. Taking her hand he led her into a narrow cleft in the side of the canyon. It was very warm there, so warm that Larra found herself perspiring, dressed as she was for winter weather. "Here is your bath," said Tabin. He gestured before him. Through the thick fog Larra could make out a pool of water. Clouds of water vapor steamed off it as if from some huge kettle. Larra knelt and dipped her hand into the pool. It was the temperature of a hot bath.

"Tabin," she said, "This is wonderful." She felt like embracing him, but knew that Mongol propriety forbade that.

"I will leave you while you undress," said Tabin, and turning he disappeared into the mist.

Larra watched him merge into the fog. She quickly stripped off her clothing and slowly immersed herself into the hot water. Tentatively she moved toward the center of the pool, delighting in the feeling of deep warmth that suffused her body. She felt all of the sweat and grime of a month of travel lifting from her body.

The hot spring was about 20 feet across and twelve feet wide. It seemed deepest and hottest on the far side. Larra stayed in the middle, letting her body adjust to the relaxing heat. She reached up and loosened her hair unraveling her long braid. Then she ducked her head beneath the surface. "I wish I had some shampoo," she thought. But that would be expecting a little bit too much luxury.

She felt a movement in the water behind her. Turning she saw Tabin stripped as naked as she was stepping into the pool. Her eyes widened as her gaze fell upon his relaxed manhood. It was in proportion to the rest of him. She wondered what such an organ would look like when fully erect.

Tabin immersed himself up to his neck and then slowly moved across the pool toward her. "I have a gift for you," he said.

Larra gave a little gasp of pleasure. In his hand was a small bottle of shampoo. "I picked this up several months ago from the house of a Japanese officer. I had planned to use it myself on a special occasion. I suppose this is such an occasion."

He moved to within two feet of Larra. "Turn around," he said.

Trustingly, Larra turned her back on him. A few seconds later she felt him massaging shampoo into her scalp. It was a delicious sensation. He was very thorough, allowing her to rinse and then giving her a second application. He lifted her heavy mane of hair from the pool and made sure that every inch of her splendid tresses was completely cleaned. Larra felt like she was in heaven.

Dipping his hands into the warm water, Tabin rinsed the last of the shampoo from her hair. Then he began to gently massage the back of her neck. Relaxing, Larra leaned back into his hands. Tabin continued the massage, moving his hands gradually from her neck to her strong shoulders. Tenderly he kneaded her shoulder muscles squeezing them firmly but softly with his powerful fingers. Slowly, Larra turned to face him. Placing her hands on his broad chest, she gently stroked upwards, sliding her hands over his collarbone, and then reaching up to caress his powerfully muscled shoulders. Tabin was now running his fingers over the upper part of her voluptuous breasts. Larra could feel herself becoming aroused by his touch and proximity. She was approaching the point of no return. Either she had to break off the mutual touching, or allow events to take their course.

"It’s been a long time since I was with a man," she thought. "Not since James." She paused in her touching. Was she being disloyal? James had been dead four years. Surely she had mourned long enough. But it was with a slight sense of guilt that she returned to stroking Tabin’s chest.

Tabin seemed to sense her reticence. He placed his hands on her arms and looked into her violet eyes. "Are you alright, Larra?" He had no intention of forcing himself on her. If she was not willing he would wait until she was.

Larra was touched by his obvious sense of honor. She had nothing to fear from this man. "I am now," she said, placing her hands around his neck. The movement pulled her very close to him. So close that the tips of her breasts brushed against his chest. Tabin reciprocated, pulling her tight against his body. He bent to kiss her and Larra raised her lips to his. It was a deep and passionate kiss. Their lips parted and their tongues explored one another’s mouths. Larra felt Tabin’s now erect penis pushing against her belly. The massive male hardness of it excited her. Her vaginal juices began to flow, preparing her for the ultimate act of male-female bonding.

Larra knew that she was taking a bit of a chance with the powerful Mongol. She was not afraid of him personally, but she knew that she was approaching her time of greatest fertility. There was a strong chance that she might be impregnated if she engaged in sexual activity.

They continued to kiss, their mouths locked together in fervent desire. Larra lifted herself, wrapping her long powerful legs around Tabin’s waist. She could feel the heavy maleness of his penis beneath her vagina. Tabin lowered his lips to her flawless neck, kissing her throat as Larra arched her body against his. Tabin strode slowly toward the edge of the pool. Gently he placed Larra’s heaving body on the edge of the pool. He kissed her ardently again. "I will be right back," he said. Then he rose and moved toward the horses.

A few seconds later he returned with several sheepskins that he had tied to the saddle of his horse. Larra saw with some disappointment that his massive erection had faded somewhat in the colder air away from the pool. Tabin caught the direction of her gaze. "Do not worry," he said, "it will return."

Tabin lifted Larra on to the sheepskins. This close to the pool the heat of the water warmed the air to a comfortable temperature. The sheepskins were not needed for warmth but they provided a soft bed for their lovemaking.

Larra stretched out on the makeshift mattress. Tabin lay beside her. They began to slowly caress one another’s bodies, running their hands over one another’s arms, shoulders and backs. They deliberately stayed away from the more erogenous areas, tantalizing one another into a state of carnal excitement. Their mouths met once again and they kissed long and fervently. Then they both began to explore the other’s body with their mouths as well as their hands.

Larra covered Tabin’s right nipple with her lips, sucking it into a state of excitement. Tabin let out a low groan of repressed ecstasy. He wanted to take this alluring woman and enter her immediately, but knew that self-restraint was the key to good lovemaking. And so he moaned as Larra excited him, while at the same time doing his best to stimulate her to the same level of arousal.

Larra was now sucking on his other nipple. Tabin arched toward her, letting her feel his massive male hardness against her thighs. Larra parted her legs slightly, allowing his phallus to rest between her smooth muscular thighs. She released his nipple and moved up to bite gently on his shoulder. Tabin took the opportunity to reciprocate by biting lightly on her upper breast. Larra took his earlobe between her teeth, then flicked her tongue into his ear. Tabin moaned again, then moved his lips to her left nipple sucking the pink teat into a taut erection. Now it was Larra’s turn to moan. She tilted her head back as his mouth suckled at her engorged tit. Tabin followed up by sliding his hands over her belly and caressing the region just above her vagina. Larra groaned again, moving her legs still farther apart.

"Now I have her," Tabin thought. It was important to him to be the dominant partner when making love. For awhile Larra had been taking control, but now her had her on the run. He gave her no time to recover, taking her other breast in his mouth, while stimulating the region near her vagina. He ran his hand over her thighs, brushing her vulva with the back of his hand.

But Larra was not through with him yet. Her own questing hands slid down his back, over his tight buttocks, and around to his erect shaft. Her hands closed on the huge member, squeezing it gently and then harder. Larra gave a little gasp as she appreciated for the first time the true size of Tabin’s huge organ. It was larger than any penis she had ever before encountered. Her fingers would barely fit around it. She wondered at her ability to handle so huge an instrument.

Tabin almost lost control when Larra seized his thick penis, but her shock at discovering its huge size enabled him to take the initiative once again. He caught each of her wrists in his powerful grip and pushed them over her head, holding her down on the sheepskins. Larra, consumed by her desire, struggled to escape, but Tabin’s great weight pinned her down. Then he sought her mouth once more and kissed her hard, forcing her mouth open and thrusting his tongue deep inside.

Larra allowed herself to be pinned, letting Tabin have his way. The power of her lover’s body pushed her to even greater heights of sexual arousal. She could feel his massive erection between her thighs, and she spread her legs in readiness. Tabin released her mouth and kissed his way down her body while still maintaining a firm hold on her wrists. To Larra being held like this was incredibly exciting and she squirmed beneath him, her engorged breasts quivering erotically.

Larra’s weak struggles inflamed Tabin even more, and he again sucked on her erect nipples sending waves of pleasure through Larra’s swollen mammaries. She moaned continuously as he continued to play with her body. Now he moved his mouth still lower, licking the underside of her breasts, and then moving his mouth steadily down her body.

He released her wrists and kissed her navel, inserting his tongue into the inviting orifice. Then he moved down to her vulva. Using his tongue, her parted her labia and slipped his tongue into her vagina, flicking its tip lightly over her erect clitoris. Larra cried out with passion and grabbed hold of Tabin’s head, holding him by his hair and ears, as she arched her pelvis into his slurping mouth. She was now fully aroused, her vagina thoroughly lubricated and ready for penetration.

"OOHH!" Larra gasped. The stimulation was almost too much for her. Her entire upper body was trembling in anticipation. "Now Tabin," she begged "Now!"

Tabin stopped his oral probing of Larra’s vagina. Rising above her, he once again sought her luscious lips. As their lips met in a burning kiss once again, Larra spread her legs and reached down and guided Tabin’s throbbing penis into her vagina.

With almost maddening slowness for both Larra and himself, Tabin penetrated the outer folds of her vagina. Larra responded by wrapping her legs about his waist, locking her ankles behind the small of his back. Almost desperately, she tried to pull him deeper within her. But Tabin would not be hurried. The more he held back on this incredibly beautiful woman the greater her passion would become. And so he slowly pushed into her gaining only a millimeter with each thrust.

"OOHH GOD,TABIN," Larra cried, "I NEED YOU NOW!" She was almost screaming as Tabin denied her the sexual release she demanded. That was exactly what Tabin wanted. The more she begged the more aroused she would become until eventually he would bring her to a greater height of sexual ecstasy than she had ever known. And so he continued his slow penetration while at the same time, continuing to further inflame her lust with his hands and mouth. His hands moved everywhere over her body, squeezing her shaking breasts, caressing her tight derriere, and fondling her perfect arms and shoulders. His mouth roved wherever it could reach, Kissing and licking her bare skin and returning again and again to her soft mouth.

All the while, he gradually increased the depth of his penetration into the moaning woman’s’ vagina. By now he was in her to a depth of six inches. Larra gyrated her body beneath him trying to get every bit of stimulation she could out of the copulation. Tabin found her amazingly tight. Larra’s vagina squeezed hard on his penis. It was almost like entering a virgin. As he moved deeper and deeper into her Larra’s excitement mounted. Her vagina was being stretched wider than it had been in any other sexual experience. Still she demanded more, until finally he was a full seven inches into her. At this point Larra climaxed. She screamed ecstatically as a powerful orgasm tore through her.

"OOHH! OOHH! OOOHHH!" she cried, but Tabin was not through with her. He wanted to see how much this gorgeous beauty could take. And so he pushed his distended phallus another inch into her. Larra’s features distorted in pain and passion. His huge member had reached the limit that she could comfortably accommodate. Tabin noticed her discomfort and began to withdraw.

"NO! NO!" Larra protested. "I want it all!" She had something to prove. She wanted to show this wonderfully endowed warrior that she could take whatever he could throw at her. And that meant she wanted the full twelve inches of Tabin’s phallus.

"I am hurting you." Tabin said.

‘No matter, my love," Larra relied. "Take me all the way." And she seized his backside with her ands and pulled him deeper into her.

Tabin responded by resuming his powerful thrusts. Each movement of his penis elicited a cry from Larra, but she made sure that she disguised her pain. She was reaching a sexual frenzy. The pain of Tabin’s huge organ mixed with the pleasurable sensations it created brought her to heights of sexual passion that she had not thought possible. He was now nine inches into her. Now her tightness and his massive size held him back. Each millimeter of penetration was now gained with extreme difficulty.

Still Larra would not let Tabin go. She was determined to show him that she could take all of his huge sex organ. Again and again she heaved her pelvis upward, driving him deeper and deeper within her. Gasping with pain and pleasure, she buried her head in his sweat-covered chest so that he would not see her suffering. All the time hoarse cries of carnal pleasure escaped her lips. For his part, Tabin was at the height of sexual rapture. He had penetrated this powerful, bucking, crying, writhing female to a depth of ten inches. No other woman had ever been able to take as much, and still she demanded more, screaming in uncontrolled passion.

Larra reached orgasm again. And then again, and again, in an explosion of multiple orgasms that swept through her body. As she climaxed repeatedly beneath him, Tabin finally sheathed the last two inches within her. She had taken the full twelve inches. At last he gave vent to his own explosive orgasm, ejaculating deep into her womb, and then collapsing exhausted upon the now quiescent woman.

Enveloped in the heat of the hot spring, both Larra and Tabin slept an exhausted, but fulfilling sleep. When they awoke it was pitch black and they were enfolded in one another’s arms. In the warm darkness, Tabin ran the tip of his finger down Larra’s face, from her forehead to her lips. She lifted her head and sought his lips. They kissed. Larra pushed Tabin down on to the sheepskins and straddled his body. Almost immediately Tabin’s penis responded, growing rapidly erect. Tabin tried to take Larra in his arms, but she determinedly pushed him down again. This time she wanted to maintain control. Tabin put up a brief struggle and then acquiesced. He would allow her to have her way.

Larra knelt with her thighs on either side of Tabin’s waist. She bent to kiss him, her pliant breasts brushing against his chest. Tabin decided being underneath Larra was not a bad place to be. They kissed long and hard, their tongues fully exploring one another’s mouths. Tabin took Larra’s swaying breasts in his hands and gently kneaded the soft flesh. His fingers teased her nipples erect. Then he placed his hand between her parted thighs. She was already wet. He inserted first one finger and then a second into her hot damp vagina. Larra moaned softly, reaching behind her to grab Tabin’s erection. Now it was Tabin’s turn to moan.

Ever so lightly he began to stroke her clitoris, feeling it enlarge under his touch. Further stroking of the sensitive organ enlarged caused it to almost triple in size. Larra gave a little cry as the blood rushed to the tender area. She was ready for Tabin again, and this time she did not wait. Lifting herself she shifted back and slid his still swelling phallus into her vagina. It was an action that made her squeal with delight. Tabin was surprised, this was as sound he had not yet heard Larra make.

Able to use her full weight, penetration was rapid and deep. Within a few seconds Larra had managed to impale herself a full six inches. Then she began to lift herself so that Tabin’s giant organ slid in and out of her. She kept her movements slow, teasing both herself and Tabin. Within a few minutes both she and Tabin were gasping for air. Their chests heaving as if they had been running hard for several minutes. Larra's pace quickened, and then quickened again, becoming almost frenzied as her passion mounted. Tabin too was caught up in uncontrolled excitement. He thrust up as Larra dropped onto him transfixing herself even more deeply.

She had now achieved eight inches of penetration and gyrated on his enormous shaft, attempting to ease the pain and accentuate the pleasure of their sexual union. Both lovers were crying incoherently as their uncontrolled passion mounted. Larra’s cries were especially resounding, as she was experiencing considerable pain as she tried to take all of Tabin’s erection once again.

"OH, OH, OH, AHH!" she cried. "Tabin, help me! I can’t do it!"

Tabin understood. Larra’s pride would not let her give up. She wanted to take all of him, but the pain and tightness of her vagina would not permit further penetration. She was appealing to him to help her finish the job.

Reaching behind the plunging woman’s back, he wrestled her beneath him, still locked in sexual union. Then withdrawing slightly from her overstretched vagina, he placed his arms under each of her knees. Moving forward, he lifted her legs, pushing her feet toward her head. Forcing her legs into the air, he draped them over his shoulders and used the weight of his body to push them as far toward as possible. Eventually Larra ended up with her feet level with her shoulders and her sex organ spread as wide as possible. Now Tabin was able to force the rest of his penis fully into her.

"AAAAGGHHAA!!" Larra screamed both in passion and pain. Tabin heard her agonized shriek, but this time he did not stop. If punishment was what this woman desired, then he would give it to her. He withdrew only far enough to allow him to thrust powerfully back in. Larra screamed again. But her arms were wrapped tightly about him, encouraging him to continue.

"OHH YES, TABIN! OHH YES!!" Larra thrashed under Tabin as he continued pumping into her. She reached orgasm again and again, shrieking in unbridled lust. She could not contain herself.

Nor could Tabin. Eventually, he too climaxed, spurting sperm deep within her. His erection lost, he collapsed on top of the trembling, gasping, moaning, female.

Gradually, Larra’s groans turned to whimpers. "I’ve been well and truly screwed," she thought, as she clung like a child to her prostrate lover. "I’ve never experienced anything like that. Not even when I was raped."

Weakly she moved herself as close as she could to Tabin, who recovering, kissed her gently on the lips and then simply held her until they both fell asleep.

The next morning the lovers awoke, tired but happy. Larra found that she was so sore she could hardly move. Slowly she immersed herself in the warm pool. This had been a day and a night to remember. Tabin joined her. This time the two lovers refrained from sexual contact. They were content to just hold one another, letting the warm water of the hotspring sooth their weary bodies.