Desert Oasis

[Satyn]

Dearest friends, we are in need of players.

We need beautiful harem girls who will can fulfill every desire, those who can writhe, and massage, and bathe, and altogether explore the mysteries of the flesh. We need strong, handsome sheiks who can provide for the hungers of our female visitors. We need servants who will fill our wine, feed us grapes, cool us with large leaf fans, and watch over all with a wicked, all-knowing air. Warriors, yes, warriors we must have, to protect our tent from unwelcome intruders, those who would scoff at our revelry, those who would steal our slaves or worse yet, those who would find fault with the way we share our bodies so willingly. So come all of you, enter here and tell us who you are, who you wish to be, and from whence you came.

 

[Satyn]

Onyx, the Sultan's Pride and Joy

Onyx slid off the mountain of silk pillows, the silky fabric of her harem pants whispering across her tanned thighs. Scanning the tent once more with emerald green eyes, she released a heavy sigh.

She was alone.

Her people were gone. Scattered to the winds, some headed to the cities, some deeper into the desert. Only Onyx remained, and she despaired over the loss of each and every one of them. Two thin strips of red silk covered her breasts, the rich colored fabric tied once behind her neck, and once more around her back. On her feet she wore tiny slippers of the same material, and her long dark hair hung in loose waves down her back. Heaving another sigh of misery, she reclined back across a padded table, her hands tucked behind her head.

Would she never enjoy pleasure again? Would she never lie naked on this very table and feel the talented hands of a strong warrior again? What use was a table created for massage when there was no one there to provide one?? Closing her eyes, she recalled wonderous experiences, dancing before visitors on the great dais, gliding naked through the silver pool outside at midnight, tasting the soft curves of her harem sisters as they explored each other in rituals of fertility, oh ... and above all, feeling that wonderful weightlessness as a powerful sheik carried her to his pillows to make sweet, passionate love to her.

Onyx groaned out loud. It would do no good to torture herself this way, she reasoned, since no one was coming back. She supposed she would have to venture out eventually, head off to the gods knew where to start over again. But not yet ... no, not yet ... she wanted to stay here in her glorious tent just a bit longer ...

Standing, she raised her arms slowly above her head. The red gem in her bellybutton gleamed in the light of the flickering candles that surrounded the dias. She twisted her hands, ... and then her hips,

And she slowly began to dance.

 

[Roland Gilliad]

The Count Rolando De Gilliad the Fifth

ooc: I'll bite..
ic:

*The large Troupe Rode up to the lone tent, Camels mostly, Their Riders in somewhat Odd, European and Arabian Like Fare, The man at the head wore no crown of gold, But a Notched Crown of Silver, It was said that every notch was for one woman.....one woman, Chastise, Trying to resist his charms, one woman who attempted to escape his ravishment, He the master lover, And they had all failed. Now he had found a harem tent, and was all of a sudden delighted, as he slowly rode up to it, and dismounted* But A moment. *he said softly to his officers, and swept inside the tent*

(stats: height:6'5, Wieght:245, Hair;Jet Black, Eyes: Sky Blue, General Look: Robust, handsome, In the Prime of his life, Very Muscled, But defined and poised in his own right. and The Image when looked at right, of both gentleman and Deviant.)

 

[Destiny_Brent]

Destiny

Destiny is a gorgeous slave girl from the far easts. Her skin is bronzed all over no part left untanned. Her eyes are hazel and hair long black and thick. Her hair spreads around her draping acrossed her face and over her shoulders. Her bust is large and covered only by a very skimpy leather Bikini top. She is bare the rest of the way down save a short loincloth over the front of her bare shaven sex, that is connected by a string that runs up the back. She speaks only a little of the language of teh residents but obeys commands fairly well, if she feels like it. She is wild and can often be hard to handle.

 

[Satyn]

Onyx swayed, her hips twisting back and forth, the flickering lights from the candles teasing across her silky flesh. She twirled, her raven black hair flying out behind her .... then froze.

Standing in the doorway was a sheik, a man with the look of a warrior king, one who knew his own power and weilded it accordingly. His robes were long, but did nothing to hide the well muscled frame beneath. He wore a strange sort of headpeice, something Onyx had never before seen ... perhaps he was from a far-away land ... someplace where all the men were as tall and dark as he. No matter, the point was that he was here ... here in her tent, when she thought the world had abandoned her!! And as was necessary by her station, his needs must be seen to with talent and efficiency.

Taking a few steps foward, Onyx dipped her head low, her knees bending in a swan-like bow.

"Welcome to the Oasis. Please, enter and relax, you are welcome to stay as long as you like. My name is Onyx ... I am at your eternal service. We have wines, sweetmeats and cheeses from all over the world ... I could prepare you a steam bath and help to ease the tension from your travels ... or perhaps you would rather I dance to entertain you?"

 

[Roland Gilliad]

Count Rolando De Gilliad

*he gives the smallest of smiles, then a wider one at her bow, as he nods his head sagely, and removes the Ringlet like crown, hanging it on a post nearby, and walked forward, taking her chin in his hands he lifted it, and his soft peircing eyes gazed long into hers, Almost as if testing her to blink*

Greetings Onyx...I Am Rolando.....I will have a glass of your Finest wine....to start with....Please, Get if for me as you dance, as I am sorry to have walked in upon such a skilled Dancer......

*he released her chin and stood back, sweeping his robes with him and remaining standing so he could easily keep his eyes on her, almost as if fully assessing her..*

 

[Satyn]

Onyx nodded, failing to fully hide the small tilt of a smile playing around her lips. She stepped back, then turned on her heel and headed for the large dias at the front far side of the tent. The oasis had been built for her by the Sultan when the uprising had started getting out of hand. When a rebel's knife found the tender flesh of her hip during a Dance of the Seven Veils, the Sultan decided he would not risk his greatest treasure. He had promptly shipped her here, to only the gods knew where in the middle of the desert. It was some months before word reached them that the Sultan had been overthrown and executed ...

Shaking her head to clear it of the past, Onyx climbed the four steps to the dias platform, her tiny anklet of bells tinkling as she went. The red transparent gauze of her harem pants whispered with her movements, the sides slit from waist to ankle, revealing sun-bronzed and well toned thighs beneath. The scent of jasmine danced around her, ever so subtle in it's intensity. She filled a silver goblet with a deep red wine, chose three of the softest sweetmeats to place on a small platter, and added a small bunch of the ripest grapes. Her neck tingled, and she realized he was watching her ... she could feel his gaze as if it were a caress ... sliding from her hair all the way down ... settling on the twin globes of her ass before gently continuing on it's journey, not ceasing until it reached the floor. Despite herself, she felt her body shiver in response. Drawing in a deep breath, she closed her eyes for a moment, then turned. She walked slowly and deliberately toward him, letting her own gaze slide languidly over his body. His shoulders seemed to cry out for a woman's soft touch to ease them ... his waist trim and muscled, and of a sudden, she envisioned her legs locked around it. His own legs were long and sinewed, inviting the slow exploration of feminine fingertips. His face seemed set in stone ... wickedly alluring, yet completely unreadable. When she finally stood before him, her emerald green eyes tilted upwards to meet the sky blue of his, their gazes locking for a heat-charged moment.

A voice echoed inside her mind ... 'it is never wise to boldly look a man in the eye unless your master has given you leave to disobey him. Your master provides your home, your food, your silks and jewels, and always sees to your most physical pleasure. Your only requirement in return is to see that he is comfortable, that he is happy, and that he is physically well-satisfied whenever he is in your company.'

Indeed, she had been taught this very same thing when she had first entered the Sultan's harem. But now, she had no master ... her gaze jumped back up to embrace that of her dark sheik ... or did she?

 

[Roland Gilliad]

*he smiled widely, and gave her a soft, roguish wink, as he stretched out one hand and secured the fine goblet and picked it up, sipping it slightly with closed eyes, when he took it down, he spoke, without fault, the year, type, and the age of the wine, then he extended it to her lips and tipped it slightly, watching her as it travelled between her soft lips, and stopped, placing the goblet down on the tray and smiling softly, seeing the momentarily faraway look on her face, then reaching over across the tray and giving her a dark, tender kiss on the lips, letting it slip on, it was simply a kiss and yet so much more than that, when he finally pulled away, he smiled satisfied, she was good, she was VERY good....*

I am thinking that I Would like to see you dance......How you dance is up to you, Do what you are the best at.....*He picked up a sweetmeat and took a small, seductive bite out of it* Then we will see where we go from there.....

*HE found a langiushing Pile of pillows and sat down softly on them, placing the tray on a main table nearby, and watching her as he ate the rest of the sweetmeat quickly, licking his lips in slight anticipation*

 

[Satyn]

Onyx

OOC: BTW, did I mention I think you're a terrific writer?


IC: She lowered her eyes and walked across the open room to a pile of furs and pillows. Kneeling down, she attached a small chain of tiny bells to each wrist. Out of the corner of her eye she noticed a small group of people entering the tent ... no doubt the servants and companions of her sheik.

"Rolando ...," she softly whispered the name, letting it glide across her tongue in a rolling wave of sound. Turned away from him as she was, she did not realize he had heard his name escape her lips, and was entertaining an amused smile in response. She pulled the first of seven veils from a small pile at her feet. Lifting her hair, she untied the thongs which currently bound her breasts. She dropped the scrap of material to the floor, baring the creamy expanse of her back and heard a slight movement from where Rolando was lounging.

Her veils were of black silk, long and smooth in texture. She tied the first over her right shoulder and then around to underneath her left arm, successfully covering her left breast. She repeated the process for her other side. Bending just slightly, she loosened the tiny gold clasp on each side of her harem pants, and the material ballooned down to rest in a soft pile at her feet. The firm, upturned curves of her ass were now clearly visible to the Count, and she heard even more rustling from his direction.

Finally, all seven veils were in place, the last attached from ear to ear and covering her nose and lips. When she turned, her eyes were wide, and somehow seemed larger framed by the dark silk. Her breasts and lower body were hidden from view, the soft curves of her hip exposed on either side.

She watched as the Count made a short, quick motion to one of the servants, the peircing blue of his eyes never leaving her face. The servant hurried forward, took a seat indian-style on the floor, and pulling a small flute-type instrument from his shirt, softly began to play.

 

[Roland Gilliad]

ooc: Danke..
ic:
*the softest of smiles touched his lips, as he watched her hips slowly begin to move coquetishly to the music, as he leaned only slightly back and again, sipped the wine, watching her every movement closely, studying the curves of her body over and over again ,and reveling in her beauty, she was absolutely perfect to his eyes, and his smile widened slowly, as her next move suggested the first veil was to fall...*

 

[Satyn]

Onyx

Onyx closed her eyes, gentle waves of movement sliding through her body. The tiny bells on her wrists and ankles chimed softly with each movement, her hair spilling across her shoulders in an ebony wave.

She loosened the first veil, letting it float gently to the ground, baring the satin smooth V of skin between her breasts. Turning, her hands reached heavenward, her hips grinding in slow circles as she crossed the floor to dance directly in front of the Count.

The second veil fell, followed by the third ... both exposing the creamy expanse of an upper thigh. Coming to stand at the Count's feet, Onyx glided gently to her knees, her arms criss-crossing her chest as she writhed from side to side. Dropping her head, her hair forming a dark curtain between them ... she loosened the fourth and fifth veil.

As they fell to her sides, Onyx lifted her head, her hair parting to reveal a set of beautiful coral-tipped breasts ... the nipples already excited into tiny buds. She watched his face, enjoying the way his eyes drank in every inch of her body, feeling a ripple of heat follow wherever his gaze touched. The flute player suddenly faltered at the display, then instantly resumed his duties when speared by a thunderous look from the Count.

Onyx rose to her feet, her body following the song of the flute, but unconciously guided by a much more primal melody. She made a slow circle of the room, her eyes heavy lidded and hungry. Regaining the center of the floor, she stopped, the music continuing to dance around her. One slim ankle, then the next, moved toward him ... drawing her closer to the Count as she loosened the one veil left bound across her hips. As she stepped away from it's downward spiral, her entire body glowed, shining both from her excitement as well as the perfumed oils she always used in her bath.

Her woman's mound had been neatly trimmed, leaving only a small, diamond shaped patch of soft hair. Her thighs were smooth and well toned, her long legs tapering downward to tiny ankles and feet. Finally standing naked before him, Onyx tilted her head to the side, offering him the choice and honor of removing the last veil from her face.

 

[Roland Gilliad]

*he smiled softly, and reached a hand up, taking one end of the final veil, he removed is slowly from her face, letting it's silk whisper sweetly against her body, all the way down to the ground, and gave her a highly approving nod, and a long smile*

Lovely....Simply Lovely.......

Bravi lovely one....
*He curled one hand around the back of her head and drew her a tad bit closer, his eyes sparkling with some unseen desert light*

Bravi........

 

[Satyn]

Onyx

She watched the light play across his features, a hidden sparkle in those eyes that tempted her to move closer, closer still, until she was standing pressed against him.

"Tell me, my tempting Count ... what has brought you all the way across the desert to my tiny oasis? Shall I risk the hope that you will stay awhile?"

 

[Roland Gilliad]

*he smiles broadly*
Tales of one such as yourself, the Finest in all the world.....

And I BElive I shall be staying here for a good deal of time...

 

[Roland Gilliad]

ooc: Enjoying this too much, keep it goin satyn!

 

[Satyn]

OOC: My apologies to all, a family emergency has come up, making it necessary for me to stay out of town indefinately. As I have no guaranteed computer access, please feel free to write me out of your storylines.

-Satyn