The Concubine

[SugarDeSpice]

Sheera pinned back some of her long dark hair, her hypnotizing green eyes, which were a rarity, scanning her apperance in the looking glass of her room.

It was her own personal room, she no longer had to share with the others who where, unlike her, still in training.

She began to dress as she thought about the training she had recieved and a slow sensual smile spread across her full lips. "Trained to be a sultan's whore." She chuckled, "Well if you are to be a whore at least it's a sultan's."

She slipped the dark purple top, which was more like a silk scarve that she tied over her ample breasts, and then into the small over vest. She pulled the silk skirt up her long legs, four slits up to her thigh were cut so if she moved just right you could get the most appealing view of her smooth legs.

When she had finished she opened the door to the room and nodded to the guard who escorted her to the sultan's chambers were she would await...her master, at least that is what she has been told to call him, whether or not it would remain that way was still to be decided, she thought with a wicked smile

oc-just need a sultan

 

[Dreamslayer]

The Sultan

He slowly made his way down the hallway, guards on either side of him, a confidence only a great Sultan could have in his step. His silken clothes, baggy and flowing, a beautiful shade of gold and green, his sandals makes barely a sound on the stone floors.

Today he was to meet his new concubine, he was told she was a beauty above all others and that her training in the arts of pleasure were second to none. He hoped they were right, he longed for one such as she.

"Stand outside the doors, if all is well shortly, you may leave," he told his guards as he reached for the door to enter his chambers.

 

[SugarDeSpice]

Sheera

Sheera was wisked into an oppulent chamber from a door leading from the Harem. She looked around, noticing that it was empty and that there were two other doors besides the one she just came in from.

The room was amass in silks, satins, and chiffons of gold, green, blue, and purple. The bed was in the middle of the room, circular and covered in silks and satins with sheer fabric falling from the ceiling around it.

Sheera smiled and went to the bed drapping herself across it in a way that amplified her cleavage and showed off her legs.

 

[Dreamslayer]

The Sultan

As he entered the room, he saw her draped over his bed, her form a silhouette through the sheer fabric as he continued to walk towards her. Taking a few steps further, she came into full view, her smooth, long legs showing through the slits in her skirt, her breasts pressed up against her purple top.

He grinned to himself as he got his first real look at her, truly a beauty, he looked forward to exploring her form as he opened his mouth to speak.

"Greetings Concubine, I am your new master, but you are not my slave. You may come and go as you please, but know that you are here to please me and if you do so, you will live in luxury."

He smiled warmly at her, looking deeply into her mezmorizing eyes, "What is your name, concubine?"

He took another step forward, sitting down gently on the bed, his form folding into it as he continued to study her.

 

[SugarDeSpice]

Sheera

Sheera smiled seductively at him and moved closer to him, her hand running down his chest as she leaned to breath against his neck.

She answered him softly, her breath hot in his ear, "My name master...is Sheera...and I not only hope to please you....I hope you please me."

 

[Dreamslayer]

The Sultan

Feeling her breath over his neck and ear, he closes his eyes and inhales, his own hand running along her collar bone gently.

"We shall see... Sheera," He says, shooting her a wicked smile as he moves to place his lips to hers gently, the hand on her collar bone moving up to her neck, pulling her to him.

 

[SugarDeSpice]

Sheera

Sheera runs her soft lips over his softly, again and again.

She grins in that wickedly seductive way of hers, "I guess we shall master." Her hand running up and down the bared skin of his chest.

 

[Dreamslayer]

The Sultan

He moves his hand from her neck and runs it slowly down to her chest, removing her vest and moving his lips from hers to her neck, tracing kisses down her neck to her collar bone.

"You are truly lovely my concubine," he whispers softly his fingers gently tracing along the hem of the silken cloth covering her breasts.