In The Home Of The Sultan (open)

The sultan’s home (even though it was a palace he insisted every one called it a home) was alive with energy and people. The dessert sun had just begun to set over the sand dunes leading to a wonderful and breathtaking sunset that mixed with the roasting yellow sands and dusty scattered rocks. The sky was painted with wonderful hues of striking violets, blues, and a bright orange. Free of civilization the stars lit up ad sparkled with intensity across the sky twinkling down at the many camels and travelers returning to the village or heading to the party. Those who were not rich or important enough to get in starred at envy at the beginnings of the oasis that the sultans house had been built on. If it weren’t for him being such a kind hearted and good sultan some might have even taken up arms and rebelled but he was and it was only because of his mercy that the village had thrived so well. So instead they turned ignoring the opulent gate or the loud sound of partying emanating from the smooth sprawling house.

Abbas Amari the dessert sultan watched from his balcony as the belly dancers moved and danced through the crowd. He was still in his bedroom his clothes laid out for him on the bed as well as his jewelry and ceremonial sword. He felt the part of him that hated attending such trivial parties fighting with the side of him that enjoyed the parties for the fun. Of course for a man with such wealth as he had he could afford to throw a party every night if he wanted to. Even though he was sure some expected him to of late he had found himself enjoying the peace and solidarity his little paradise in the sands offered him. He felt himself longing to tell every one to go home slip his pajamas out side and have…. Her come sit in his lap and watch the sun setting against the sand dunes together.

“The negotiators from Cairo are here my sultan” A man said his clipped English accent giving him a air of superiority as he came in without knocking (only he and her were allowed to do so besides the servants) “You must get dressed and move to meet them”

“Of course you would say that” Abbas grumbled turning to him and closing the doors to his balcony not caring that his advisor Mr. Statham saw him clad only in black boxer briefs. He ignored his clothes for now and folded his arms smiling at his friend.

“I am the sultan I do not wish to go to a party” Abbas said using his best commanding voice “so why is my best friend trying to force me to go when I can have his hands cut off for insisting I do some thing!”

“Because your best friend knows your duties to your people come before your wants” Mr. Statham said dryly making no move to rise to Abass's bait “now get dressed and come down I expect to see you in twenty minutes” he said matter of factly before turning on his heels and leaving the sultan alone in his room.

Abbas grumbled and turned his nimble fingers dancing over the silk of his clothing. The thought of getting dressed and rubbing shoulders with every one made his shiver so instead he turned starring at himself in the large mirror that dominated onside of the wall. His 39th birthday was only a few days away and he was happy to see that his efforts to be healthy and fit hadn’t been in vain. His skin was deep and dark tan from the years being out in the desert, his body was muscular and fit as healthy as one could hope to look at his age, his face hadn’t lost any of its striking defined features and he scratched the light stubble on his cut chin for a few seconds as he studied himself in the mirror, his hair was the only part of him that had begun to give away his age it was still black as midnight but a few grey pieces had managed to sneak up on him.

Maybe she would think it made him look distinguished

He continued to stare at himself in the mirror getting lost in his thoughts oblivious to the world and his room

Looking for some one to play the harem girl who steals the sultans heart

Jezebel used her mounting rage to dry the tears falling from her large, almond shaped eyes. Like the sea, her eyes changed in color between green, blue and grey, depending on her mood. Right now, they were a steely grey, warning any of those who knew her to tread with the utmost care. This however was the very problem. Noone who knew her was with her on this demeaning journey. Just a set of guards to both protect her and ensure her compliance with her fathers highly unreasonable command. She, Jezebel of Kassia, was a princess, daughter to a long line of Khalifs, who had reigned since history cares to remember. Now this upstart, Abbas, with his large army and vast fortune gained from the newly discovered black gold was moving in on her homeland. Her father knew that warriors could not stand against this new ruler and hence sent his most precious treasure to the Sultan in order to keep the peace and preserve the land he had inherited from his forefathers - his youngest daughter Jezebel.

19 years young, with a fiery, rebellious spirit, a quick wit and a biting tongue, Jezebel was a stunning beauty. Her long, raven black hair ran in sheets of silk almost to her hips, framing her fine featured face. A strong, generously shaped mouth drew the mind to passionate kisses, her slender yet oh so feminine hourglass figure roused the lusty spirits of even the oldest and most shrivelled of men to their former prime. Her eyes, revealing infinite depth mesmerised the beholder.
Her skin was a silky, even gold hue, Which with her ample charms could easily lead a man to think he was faced with a goddess, rather than a mere mortal.

Jezebel had been greatly pursued by the noblemen of the land and her father had been forced to make examples of a few of the more daring ones. None of them had ever captured her interest. Somehow men were boring, easily led and beguiled by her deep eyes and obvious charms. She could not respect these fools, who lacked the wit to best her.

Now, she was being sent off to the upstart as a gift, a peace offering. One of many women to be used at his leisure, a plaything to come to him when he but snapped his finger. Oh how she hated her father and this sultan in this moment, the two men who had taken what was most dear to her - her freedom.
Jezebel made a promise to herself in that moment : she would resist. She would not be his brainless plaything. Even if he took her body; her mind, heart and soul he could not take.

The carriage stopped outside a lavish mansion in a beautiful oasis. The guards ensured she was veiled as she exited the carriage. They escorted her to the massive gate, where she was met by a couple of the sultans guards. After a few words were exchanged between the guards, she was led into the center of the mansion, where loud music was playing everywhere. It seemed she had arrived in the middle of a party.

Jezebels eyes widened at the obvious and lavish displays of wealth, which were all around her. The guards brought her to a strong arched door, which was ornately decorated with gold inlay. They knocked and after a few moments the door opened. The guards pushed her through the door and left her to her fate. She had entered the harem.

There she was welcomed by an older yet still beautiful woman with kind eyes and a ready smile. "My name is Uma and I am what we call the mother of the harem. It means I am the oldest and as such take care of the other girls and support the running of this little village of women. what is your name", she asked gently.
Jezebels anger melted in the face of this kindly, soft spoken woman. "Jezebel", she answered, politely inclining her head.

Uma took the veil covering Jezebel's face off and almost gasped when seeing the radiant beauty of this new arrival. "The other women would not be pleased", she thought to herself, as the Sultan's favour and renowned sexual prowess was highly sought after and fought over within the harem. With almost 50 women and just one sultan, every woman wanted the honor of his favor and if possible his seed and offspring to ensure her own position and her pleasure.

"We'll give you a few days to settle in and to prepare you for meeting the Sultan", Uma explained. Two lavishly dressed, stunningly beautiful women walked past them, giggling. "Why are the laughing", asked Jezebel, clearly not comprehending how happiness could live in a place where women were mere oppressed playthings. "They have been chosen to see the Sultan tonight", Uma responded. "It is a great honor and a great pleasure to be chosen", she added with a meaningful smile.

The sultan was making his rounds mingling with every one when one of his attendants ran up.


"Sire" The man said bowing his head low "I need to speak with you"

"Excuse me" Abbas said moving away from the group of people he was talking to.He moved with the man over to a secluded area.

"Yes what is it?" Abbas said raising an eyebrow at the mans nervousness.

"Sire I was told to tell you that you received a gift today" The man said leaning in "A princess.... The princess Jezebel apparently her father gave her to you as a peace offering so you would not invade his land"

Abbas snorted shaking his head "The fool I had no wish to invade his land" He said shaking his head.

"Is she to be my prize then?"

"Yes sire Uma has taken her in to be prepared for you"

"Well then I cant complain about that" Abbas said grinning "Tell Uma I wish to get a proper look at her tonight and to send the three woman to my room after the party"

The attendant nodded and turned scampering off. Abbas spent another hour at the party mingling and giving speeches. Soon however he grew tired of playing nice and so he bade the party good night and disappeared into his palace. He moved through the halls running his hands on the ornate gold finishings as he stepped into his room.

"Tell Uma I am ready" Abbas said beginning to undress.

When Uma heard her Sultans command she was concerned. Presenting the princess on the day she already had had an exhausting and strenuous journey and was likely in a more fragile and unpredictable state worried her, especially since she had glimpsed the fire of defiance in Jezebels eyes. However, a direct order from the Sultan could not be disobeyed. She only prayed that Jezebel would prove up to the task.

Uma lost no time in getting the princess ready. She prepared a hot bath for her and had two servant girls caress her silky skin with the suds of expensive, rose scented soap and rinse with rosepetal-infused water. After the bath, Jezebel was carefully dried, shaved in even the most private of places and then finally massaged with fragrant oils, which gave her already radiant golden skin an almost otherworldly glow. Uma's knowing fingers massaged all the knots and tight spots out of her charge's young, travel-weary body, relaxing tensions Jezebel hadn't even known were there.

"Things would likely go smoother for Jezebel tonight if she was somewhat aroused and thus more pliable", Uma pondered. She gave her charge a mug full of steaming camel milk containing certain herbs, which should stoke the princesses desire and make her more pliable for her master. Whilst Uma knew the Sultan to be a patient men, a show of defiance in front of two other slaves would have to be punished harshly, possibly creating an unnecessary rift between her master and this beautiful yet proud slave.

Gently her strong, massaging hands began to include jezebel's lush, creamy orbs, whose tips instantly began to harden responsively. Low moans escaped the princess' sweet mouth, her back arching to bring her gorgeous breasts closer to the source of stimulation. Uma's hand patiently moved from the heavenly globes down her flat, smooth tummy to her inner thighs. Gently stroking Jezebel's soft skin as well as stoking the desire that the passionate princesses body was more than capable of. Finally Uma arrived at her already damp, fragrant folds, so tiny, perfectly pink and glowing with the dew of desire that Jezebel was powerless to hold back.

Uma was very careful to build the princess up without ever letting her find fulfillment, once, twice, three times. Jezebel was writhing on the massage table, a gorgeous ball of need.

It was in this state that Uma spoke to her gently and calmly. "The sultan has requested to see you this evening. It will only be an inspection, he will not use you as I am sure he will want to treasure your maidenhood without distractions. He will however likely touch you and look at you, maybe give you some simple instructions. I know that in your heart is still defiance princess, however if you defy him in front of his other slaves publicly, he will have to make an example of you. If your own wellbeing does not concern you, think of your father and your people before you answer or choose", she advised. In her aroused and more suggestible state, Jezebel could see the wisdom of her words. "In private I shall challenge, but in public I shall do my best to obey", she whispered almost to herself. She was ready.

Uma had dressed her in purple silk, which beautifully contrasted with her emerald green eyes. A soft, lacy veil hid her beauty from the casual observer. The two other women were also dressed to best effect, draped in much jewellery and make up. Her own accessories were understated and simple. "The masterpiece painting only needs a simple frame", Uma had thought to herself. Her beauty would speak for itself, further emphasised by the contrasting plainness of her adornments. Uma had done the best she could to prepare the princess for what was to come.

Butterflies danced in Jezebel's tummy as they were escorted by guards through teh lavishly decorated hallways. Priceless treasures decorating every alcove, every corner, exquisite beauty and immeasurable wealth surrounding her almost casually. She was to meet the upstart in person. The man, who together with her father had taken her freedom. The man, who would decide her fate, who could make her his whore, his plaything, who could claim or offer her life for no reason. Absolute power had a face and she was about to meet it.

As the guards knocked on the largest and most ornate door yet, a resonant, powerful voice bid them enter. Jezebel's knees started to shake slightly. She wasn't ready, she couldnt do this, but she must. Her well-practiced, regal composure won out in the end. She must do this. Her family's and her people's lives depended on it. She would not need to submit, but she would need to respect the power and wealth she was about to encounter.

She imagined a fat, unagainly man, a monster who had ripped her away from her family. As the guards bid her enter, slowly putting one slippered fot in front of the other, Jezebel was about to find out who exactly this monster was to be. She followed the two other women and waited to hear and see what was to become of her.

He was already naked

He knew it wasnt what some people would consider proper but Abbas was not a man who stood on much ceremony. He knew what he wanted and he knew how to go about getting it. So he stood when they entered naked his body half hidden and defined in the shadow. The only light was a flickering naked candle which stuttered slightly as he stepped forward. His body was hard and unyielding his large cock swinging between his legs as he eyed them up and down.

"You two" He finally said smirking at the two girls brought to him tonight "Go ahead and get undressed I want to see what pretty panties Uma picked for me tonight" He told them before turning to the princess.

"I would bow Princess but since you were offered to me as a gift it would be poor decorum" He said smiling at her "Instead I shall offer you a drink please sit"

He pulled out a chair for her and then moved back admiring her "Well your bueaty was not under stated" He told her his eyes shinning with pleasure.

"However I find my self in a weird position" Abbas said glancing back at the two to make sure they were following his directions "I had no intent on invading your fathers land I know your father heard abotu my reputation but.... well he really should have asked me first before sending you my dear.

"Of course he has sent you and since im not one to give a gift back here we are" He said smiling and pouring her some wine "So what would you like me to do with you?" He asked her going over to sit across from her.

Jezebel blushed furiously as she realised that the sultan was completely naked. She averted her eyes immediately, never having seen an unclothed man before. The image of his strong, masculine, muscled and tanned body had burned herself into her mind though, never to be unseen. His manhood had been unbelieveably enormous. How could any woman take a stallion like that?

"Which man greeted a virgin of noble birth in such attire during their first meeting", she wondered with more than a hint of criticism, trying to use her mental chastisement unsuccessfully to replace the image of his naked manhood.

The way he commanded the other two women to get undressed to await his pleasure was disturbing, yet somehow arousing. Maybe it was the palpable aura of power that surrounded him, the certainty with which he commanded, expecting to be obeyed immediately that affected her. Jezebel's mind judged him an unrefined ogre for this behavior, but another, deeper and darker part of her responded more instinctively.

When he offered her to sit, she accepted gratefully, still avoiding any further gaze at his naked body. Hope bloomed in her young heart at his words. Her sacrifice was unnecessary. The weight of a thousand boulders dropped from her shoulders in relief. Her freedom could be returned. When he was mainly hidden behind the little table between them, Jezebel chanced a look, trying to find his eyes.

He had asked her what she wanted. That was easy.
"Sultan", she begaun hesitantly in her melodic voice, which seemed to caress his very skin. "Clearly a misunderstanding has occurred. As far as I am aware, the members of your harem are all your wives? I believe my father wanted to cement an alliance between us through my joining these other women in their arrangement." Jezebel just managed to suppress a sneer.
"Since I am still the maiden I left as, returning me would be no insult. Instead it would allow me to find a husband of my own choosing, a kindness I would be eternally grateful for", she added sincerely, looking up at him with her deep, now turquoise colored eyes.

"You have kindly asked what I would like. I would like my freedom. Please allow me to return to my people and my father together with your offer of friendship", she requested.

Expectantly she looked into his deep eyes, awaiting his response breathlessly.

Abbas rose an eyebrow listening to her words. It didnt surprise him.... After all she seemed the strong willed sort. The kind who most certainly did NOT want to be given away as a tool or gift. His heart went out to her in that regard or at least he was sympathetic. He knew the demands of a royal life as much as any one even for some one as commanding and powerful as him there were certain things even he could not get out of.

"I see" Abbas said eyeing her up and down and leaning back "Well I certainly could give you that...." He said stroking his chin.

"However I do not know" Abbas said glancing back at the woman "I do not have a Queen I have woman but no Queen and I certainly have no one in the harem as.... alluring as you"

"Perhaps a counter offer" He said rising up moving over to the bed. He eyed the two woman brought to before picking the prettier one.

"How about you stay with me and we see about getting you some tutors" He said putting the woman he picked on her hands and knees and entering her roughly from behind "You can see if the palace suits you and if we suit each other" He said grunting as he began to fuck the woman in powerful long strokes.

His queen? The thought seemed beyond unlikely. Why not marry a woman from a family of equal power and wealth? Jezebel knew that she was beautiful, but power was generally even more appealing to men. Was he really so certain of himself that he could simply ignore any political concerns and do as he pleased?
"True freedom", her mind whispered seductively, giving the sultan the tiniest bit of respect. Nothing her heart desired more than the freedom to choose, at least so she thought.

Her thoughts captured her attention enough that she did not notice what he was about to do until a loud moan filled the room. Startled Jezebel looked up and the scene presenting itself to her was simply too outrageous for her mind to process. Her smart, beautiful mouth simply fell open as she witnessed this scene:

The Sultan had with nothing more than a gesture positioned one of his concubines on all fours. He was now furiously burying his enormous manhood in her cunt, impaling her forcefully with no apparent concern for her pleasure or wellbeing. Something about the casualness of the woman's use was darkly arousing. She was nothing but a mere receptacle for his cock, her worth defined by the amount of pleasure he was able to take from her body. The concubine's back arched gracefully, offering the sultan an even lovelier view of her shapely behind and better access to her full tits, which were bouncing invitingly with every single thrust. She was a well-trained pleasure slave indeed, taking everything he offered greedily, offering his angry member a slick, silky, tight sheath to bring himself off as he chose in return. Each of his thrusts was accompanied by her sounds. Loud, lusty moans for some of his more comfortable strokes, whimpering cries for his more forceful ones, hard bitten lip when her soft flesh was being plundered too roughly. No matter her cries or sounds, the concubine was always exactly matching the Sultans rhythm, riding him back, arching herself to give him full access to her treasures. Her eyes were closed, now in pain, now in ecstasy, riding the edge between the two as the huge cock continued to hammer into her. The sultan clearly had amazing stamina and a vast sexual appetite to maintain this kind of tempo for this length of time.

Jezebel had been staring. Her first witnessed sexual experience that she simply had not been prepared for with her royal upbringing. She knew it was wrong to look, yet her eyes were glued to the scene, to his manhood, to the womans face, to the whole sensual overload of it all. Jezebels pussy clenched involuntarily. She was soaked, her nipples beyond hard and her breath strained. When she regained her composure, the shame of her involvement washed over her in thick waves.
"May I please be excused", Jezebel Implored, averting her gaze from the passionate scene. "Maybe we could discuss this further some other time when you are less preoccupied", she added.

Abbas laughed a long laugh that was half a moan.

"No you may not princess" He told her very simply "You will either watch me use both of these girls while we talk or you will join"

He reached down flicking both of the girls nipples before grabbing them roughly. He sighed in pleasure pumping in and out harder and faster as the sound of their wet flesh began to fill the room.

"Honestly you should be glad I am offering you the position of Queen" He told her very simply "Your father sent you me as a gift I could just make you one of the harem while I find another Queen to be my almost equal instead I am offering you a chance ot use your smarts for some thing good the running of a kingdom with me of course" He told her pulling the womans nipples before slapping her ass and leaning back.

"Go on girl fuck my cock" He told her reaching out to grab her hair and burying her face into the bed. He held her down like that as he continued to lean back urging her on with a hard slap to her ass.

Her embarrassment and arousal fuelled her hot temper and turned to anger. How dare he treat her this way? How could he suggest she calmly discuss her fate whilst he fucked the other two women as though it was the most natural thing in the world? The scent of sex and musk laced the air of the Sultan's chamber and Jezebel felt herself affected. Damn the man!

Whilst she bit off most of her vitriolic comments, she couldnt help herself completely:
"Do you always conduct negotiations in this manner", she challenged, a slight edge in her voice. "As a maiden of good breeding I am unaccustomed to such displays", she chastised, even if gently. She was being reckless, her temper offering her the only way out of a deeply compromising situation, allowing her to channel her other emotions more safely.

The concubine had closed her eyes, her face taking an expression of intense concentration as she dug deep for any reserve energy in her well fucked body. Her cunt was on fire, stretched far beyond its capacity. She knew better than to disobey a direct order though and moved her hips to better pleasure her master, trying to match his insane rhythm. His slaps on her rounded ass cheeks stung painfully, urging her on. Her face buried in the bed muffled her sounds somewhat, but the slapping and slurping of bodies merging forcefully provided a potent background soundtrack to their coupling.

"Yes, yes, yes", the concubine screamed, approaching the point of no return as her drenched pussy was ravaged thoroughly. She convulsed on his member, squeezing it hard with her pleasure muscles, milking him with all she was worth, almost passing out from the intensity of sensation. She collapsed, fully spent, his member still inside her thrusting onwards.

Jezebel was panting. The scent of sex laced the air, the sound of fucking filled the air, every virgin sense of hers was assaulted by him and his sexuality. Maybe he was indeed the depraved monster she had first imagined him to be, even if he was attractive and very well sculpted.

She had to get out of here, before she said or did something she regretted.

He laughed at her words a deep chuckle. He paid no attention to the woman cumming on his cock instead slapping her ass once more and pulling her head back to expose her mouth.

"Your not done yet" He reminded her before nodding at the other girl to start fucking her face.

"And to answer your question no not usually I imagine most of the men I deal with would have a heart attack at that" Abbas laughed even as his eyes flashed dangerously.

"Still since your such a woman of fine breeding I think I may have to show you how little I care" He told her smirking "About the fine breeding every woman in this palace loses that excuse the minute they walk through the door I very simply and very clearly do not care I like my sex"

"Undress" He told her grunting as he kept working his cock in and out of the harem girl getting rougher "Now dont make me ask again"

Jezebel couldnt believe her ears. He wanted her to do what?
In front of these other women, whilst he was copulating?

She looked into his eyes, searching for the truth of his command. What she found there frightened her and aroused her in equal measure.

"Please", she almost whispered. "Please don't make me do this", she pled, looking up at him with her emerald green eyes. "All my senses are already assaulted to the brim, I dont think I can do this", Jezebel implored, her normally steady voice wavering. "Is there any chance we could speak alone sometime?"

The exhausted concubine meanwhile did her best to occupy the part of the Sultan which was buried inside her. The position she assumed was less elegant, less seductive yet still fit for the purpose of making her cunt available to the insatiable Sultan. Sweat was running from her face. The other concubine now positioned herself at her head, bringing her own pussy to the so far unoccupied mouth, effectively silencing her cries. Her soft, appreciative mewls of pleasure now joined the chorus of bodies, further assaulting Jezebels already overstimulated mind and senses.

"Please, let me go", Jezebel pled once again with renewed desperation.

"My dear I deal in truths wether they be harsh or not" Abbas told her ignoring the two women once more as he studied her "quite simply put I do not lie"

"You may go" He told her "Without having to undress I can understand after all how upsetting and nerve wracking this can be" He told her grunting as he pumped his cock in and out of the other girls cunt.

"But you will never be let free" He told her his tone simple as he turned back to the girls "I suggest you think long and hard on that"

And with that he began to truly fuck the woman giving her his entire attention. He fucked her raw and hard building her screams to a chorus for her to hear and listen to.

Relief washed through Jezebel's body as she heard his answer. "Thank you", she whispered without a trace of her original haughtiness. She had had a very lucky escape. From the treatment she witnessed of the almost passed out concubine, she could see that mercy was not one of the Sultan's strongest qualities.

Her heart almost stopped when he told her that she would never be free again. He wouldnt let her go. She was trapped. Without delay she turned around and almost ran out of the chamber. When she had closed the heavy door behind her she took a moment to catch her breath and regain some kind of composure. The feelings coursing through her body were overwhelming her, breaking down her defences, all senses assaulted by him and his sex.

When the guards finally delivered her back to the harem, she closed the door to her small but comfortable chamber behind her, stripping all of her clothes, desperately trying to rid herself of his musky scent. She couldnt help herself wondering what it would be like to be taken by his enormous member, even though she doubted her untouched virgin pussy could ever accomodate anything so intimidating in size.
Jezebel tried to take refuge in her dreams as she slipped between the cool, silky sheets on the comfortable bed. However peace was nowhere to be found. The Sultan's face, his voice, his smell, his manhood were everwhere, women moaning, one of them her, pounded over and over and over until she woke, dripping with sweat with a start.

In the Sultan's chamber sleep was yet far away. Rosa and Tara, the two chosen concubines were still entertaining the insatiable ruler. Rosa was now close to losing consciousness, whilst Tara's holes were still untouched, but oh so ready.
In her most seductive way, Tara took a position on all fours next to rosa and began to gyrate her hips rhythmically like a bitch in heat. "Please, master. I need to feel you inside me. Please ride this sluts needy pussy until you cum", she implored in her most enticing voice.

"Ha I bet you do my darling slut" Abbas said grunting and reaching over to slap her ass roughly "And I look forward to filling you with it after I make sure this sluts well and truly knocked out....Since it looks like darling Rosa wont be able to keep it up to get my release you shall have it"

And with that he turned his attention back to Rosa. He had to admit.... It always felt good to fuck a slut like her into sleep. He was more than a little vain and it spoke well of both his prowess and his power that she would pass out before he was even finished.

He ran his fingers through her hair and slammed her head back into the bed. He pushed up with his hips making her present her ass father up in the air as he increased his pace. Rougher and rougher his intent to use and abuse her more than to pleasure her.

Tara moaned at his promise, getting herself ready to receive him whenever he would decide to honor her with his cock. Since there were almost 50 women in the Sultan's hareem and none of them had access to any man except him, when called to his chamber the chosen toy was generally somewhere between needy and desperate in terms of their sexual frustration.

As the Sultan's stamina and size was legendary, it would take even the most robust of his companions a few days to recover. Rosa was not the most robust, but her tits were full and perky and her young cunt still pleasingly tight. Whilst she had been well trained in offering pleasure, she had never received the kind of endurance training she would have needed to match the Sultan. All she could in the face of his relentless pounding was to softly whimper and keep her ass as high up as she could to continue to give him access to quench his desire with her cunt. Whenever her ass dropped too low, a hard smack came quick to remind her to do her duty.

With Tara waiting to meet the sultan's need's this night would certainly end in satisfaction.

The next morning Jezebel awoke from her disturbing dreams drenched in sweat. Her virgin pussy was pulsing and dripping wet already, her nipples standing to attention. It was like her young body was made for carnal pleasures, but due to her inexperience and upbringing, the sensations in her body confused her. It wasn't right how the Sultan had treated her and his concubines, so why had she been affected the way she had? He had made it abundantly clear that she would never be free of him. What would he expect of his queen? Questions she was longing to ask him at their next meeting. A part of her was hoping to clarify these questions soon and yet a part of her feared being in his presence again, especially with all of his attention focused on her.

Uma knocked and entered the room, finding her beautiful charge flushed and confused. She smiled knowingly. The Sultan had already asked after Jezebel this morning and had requested her to be prepared in case he wanted to see her this afternoon. Uma took Jezebel to the bath chamber and gently washed and shaved every part of the princesses' body. As she touched Jezebel's pussy with a sponge to wash her, the responding blush and sigh let her know that the princesses fire had truly been awakened. Some enticing attention on the massagetable later, again arousing her without allowing her to peak (the Sultans orders were strict in this regard that orgasm would be restricted to encounters with him) left Jezebel's body beyond responsive. She was ripening, almost ready to be plucked by a gentle hand soon.

THE NEXT MORNING

Abbas rose shrugging off the two naked harem girls on his chest. The sore pull of his muscles satisfied him and made him unable to stop smirking as he got out of bed. He turned giving them both one last lingering look before he moved into the bathroom.

He went about his morning getting himself ready as he used his phone to check the reports and his activities for the day. Thankfully he had a rather easy going day set out before him.

"Have Umas prepare to princess for breakfast" He called out ot his attendant. Once he was sure that the attendant understood he got dressed in a simple pair of white pants and a matching white shirt.

"We will have breakfast on the balcony" Abbas said walking to said balcony as he spoke with his butler "Please prepare the area for us" He told him moving in and grabbing his newspaper.

They got the area set up quickly bringing in a table before loading it down with an assortment of breakfast food. While they worked Abbas read the paper and took any calls that needed to be taken on his phone.

Jezebel's heart was beating furiously as she heard the Sultan wanted to see her for breakfast. A part of her hoped that breakfast would occupy enough of his attention to keep her innocent body safe. After Uma's expert ministrations and the witnessed events of last night, a more instinctive part of her knew that something needed to be done to help her unleash some of her built up need, even though she couldnt quite name or understand what it was. Her body was hot, almost feverish and her normally clear mind found it difficult to focus.

Uma could see the princesses awakening needs and hoped that the Sultan would go gently with this precious flower, teaching her innocent body the art of lovemaking. She could see that Jezebel had the potential to be as insatiable as her master if she was led into the pleasures of the flesh with skill and patience.

She dressed Jezebel in a figure hugging emerald green silk dress, which matched the shade of her eyes, revealing some of the delicious peaks of her breasts whilst leaving some to the imagination. The clinginess of the fabric already showed the faint outline of her nipples, which would be on full display through the dress whenever they hardened. This should give the Sultan a good indicator of his effect on the princess.

Jezebel, looking more radiant than the morning sun, was led to the Sultan's private quarters again. As she walked into the room, she saw him sitting out on his vast balcony in front of a table that held a large variety of brunch and breakfast dishes.
She could feel his eyes on her, caressing her body with his gaze. A beuatiful blush stained her cheeks and the peaks of her magnificent breasts were already showing, her young body responding to his masculine essence, which was palpable in the room.

"Just as beautiful as you were last night" Abbas said glancing up and letting his eyes sample and take in her body. A faint smirk crossed over his face the kind made to make her panties wet as he leaned back to give her his full attention.

"Your father was right to give me you as a gift" He stated waving off the servants as they came in to set her a plate "Ido not think there is any other man in this country more deserving off such a body and soul certainly no one who would be able to handle it"

"Please sit" He told her rising up and moving to pull back her chair "You and I shall have breakfast every morning from now on" He told her simply as he pushed her chair back in and moved across from her.

"Did you think on my words last night?" He asked her pouring himself some juice and taking a long slow sip.

Jezebel swallowed before thanking him for pulling out her chair.

"To be perfectly honest, I havent been able to think of much else", she admitted, Her emerald eyes meeting his. "I,..., I have never before witnessed anything like I saw yesterday and it has had a very confusing and frankly unsettling effect on me that I cannot fully understand," Jezebel whispered, subconsciously exposing her neck to him as she was feeling vulnerable.

She took a sip of her orange juice before she asked the question that had been burning on her lips since yesterday night: "What would being your queen involve?" She held his eyes for a moment before blushing, letting him know that she was asking about all of her possible duties, in and out of the bedroom.

"I would have been disappointed if you hadnt" Abbas said smirking in pleasure at her admission. He took another sip of his juice and then without further ado began eating.

"We can talk more about what you saw last night and its effect on you later" Abbas remarked gesturing for her to eat "But first I would like to talk about your over all duties as my Queen"

"You asked what it entailed and well lets start with the basics your my Queen which means you will be expected to make appearances as my Queen and with me you will be trained and taught in how to lead and manage our affairs and given an over all education"

"And to circle back to your original question" Abbas said smirking "you will be in my bed every night.... with or without members of my Harem for now you will live with them and train but once we are married you will be in our bedroom"

Jezebel listened intently to the sultan, his first words bringing a blush to her cheeks. It felt like blushing was all she was doing recently, however this man did have a very unsettling effect on her.

"I have been educated in my fathers house as I have always been interested in learning", she said, nodding to his explanation. "I would greatly enjoy learning more and I believe I could be of help in time".

When he said: "You will be in my bed every night", Jezebel swallowed, a sudden rush of arousal flooding her as the image of him with the two concubines flashed back into her mind. He breathing accelerated as he continued... "With or without members of my harem".

She had mixed feelings about that. Part of her was intrigued to experience another woman's touch, but the way the two women had been used like casual objects yesterday did not reflect the tenderness she would have expected from a husband.

"What I saw yesterday. The way you treated your concubines... Would that be how you be with me", she asked softly, her large green eyes meeting his.

"Whilst I was affected by what I saw yesterday, I had always hoped that there would also be love, care and tenderness between me and my husband. I understand that I have no right to set the terms of this agreement, however, I would like to ask you to be gentle with me as you show me what you will require of me", she whispered, biting her lip, her young body shaking just a little from apprehension.

"Of course I will" Abbas said stating it as if it was the simplest thing in the world "What did you think was going to happen? That you would be my wife and would not join me in bed? Or is it the nature of the sex that worries you?"

"Ah I see" He said hearing her words and nodding "I understand I am not a unfair man I am not even a cruel one as you will come to find out"

He reached out gently touching her hand "I will fuck you like the Queen you are some nights sweet and tender and all consuming other nights you will be fucked as the woman you are a hot tight thing meant to please your sultans cock you will enjoy both equally that I can assure you of"

Jezebel flinched at his roughly worded answer. He would fuck her as his queen or as just another one of his concubines depending on his mood on that day, would he?

Whilst Jezebel found a sudden wave of heat rush through her supple body at his words, it also grated on her. No woman should be treated that way! So she was to be some kind of posession, used as her master commanded? Her emerald eyes blazed with the fire of her outrage: "What about what I want or need", she asked fiercely. "Are all women just there to satisfy your needs and desires? Is that to be my fate as your whore? Since that's what I would be no matter the title you give me", she spat, her full soft lips quivering, her eyes blazing, the intensity of her anger making her appear even more beautiful than usual.

The changing expression on his face made her hold her tongue, but she had already said too much. Couldnt he understand that a marriage was meant to be a partnership?