Hypnosis (Part 2)

...As the first strands of sunlight gleamed glitter off their sweat soaked skin and climax intervened, and their bodies collided with the sound of a newly awoken harp ,she collapsed, fainted in his grasp.
An evil satisfied grin played from the corner of his lips as he strapped his tool of hypnosis back in its packaging ,securing his belt. Holding her up with his elbow secured to the tree.Finished fumbling with his belt he lifts her in a cradle, pausing only to gaze briefly at her paling skin beneath his sun kissed tan,he continues on the way to his humble abode.
The other wives mere peasants in comparison to his new blushing maiden would be filled with envy, angry with her for what she took, as if she had a choice, as if she were able to resist him. Smarts weren't something they could muster, ignorance was plenty, they always placed blame where it wasn't just.
He could see Ellie with her once flowing brown locks of curls now turning to a grey streak frizz fest, he wondered when the last time she brushed her hair was, it had to be ages! She looked like a maid, dressed in rags,hair a mess, he would dispose of her soon,she had plenty a chances.
She shot a look of disgust in his direction as her eyes found him and he returned the look with out having to fake it. She was a disgrace to his name, a disgrace to his hypnosis, he wished he hadn't wasted his gifts on her. Yes soon he would dispose of her..for now he had more important matters to tend to!He kisses his soon to be newest bride, she was worthy of holding him and his name, she did his bidding, served him without question, or second glance.
Her eyes open,campfires shooting in her eyes sent him raging with desire.
He carries her to his curtained bed of clouds and silk,and removes what little remains of her clothes.He stands over her, admiring her body, he knew she would beg for him,and he wanted her to, wanted to hear her plead for him to ravish her with his gifts! So removing his pants,just out of her grasp, he stands watching her eyes grow hungry as he strokes himself. She moans his name, the sweetest of sounds to his ears, she knew she belonged to him, good girl, smart girl, perfection..his ultimate bride..She continues to moan his name louder, each time more pleading in the sound, hunger over took him as he spread her legs open along his shoulders and sunk his asp of a tongue into her hidden treasures...her back arching, screaming his name....She was his....
Downstairs in the parlor his other wives sobbed as the beauty he'd brought screamed in pleasure as they all knew they had lost....