The Concubine

[SugarDeSpice]

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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

 

[Swashbuckler]

Sultan Omar

I watched through the latice work of the screen high above the floor of my personal chamber. She seemed to have a great deal of spirit, how intriguing. I could see the generous rise of her breasts from my vantage point on high as she stood, awaitign my arrival.

Staring down for a few moments letting my eyes devour her flesh, letting her wait my arrival. Showing her that she was but a bauble for my pleasure, to be toyed with at my leisure and no one else's, espescially hers.

Slowly I turned from the latice and nodded a dismissal of my guards as I silently descended the hidden stairwell. The light rustling of my gilded silks announced my enterance for her. Placing two fists pon my hips I studied her as she stood. "You will show respect of my station from yours when I enter a room, whore," I said flatly with strained patience.

 

[SugarDeSpice]

Sheera

ooc-(Not sure where you want to take this but BDSM is not my style)

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Sheera stared at him, her green eyes flashing with fury, "I am here to please you my master, but pleasure is best served not in fear."

She scanned her eyes over his form, taking in his rich clothes and fine jewls. He certainly liked to show his riches, she thought, but I am sure he doesn't share them.

she looked at the large circular bed with the silks and sheer satins adorned ontop and around it, she turned back to him with a dark brow raised, "Now master, how best may I please you?"

 

[Swashbuckler]

Omar

A smile curled my beard at her words. "Well, my sweet," I said with aloofness, "you speak wisely. I suppose that you know how to dance? Perhaps that may be a fine way to begin," I say with a slight clap of my hands as I lightly sit down in a pile of cushions. Plucking a grape from a sprig resting on an overflowing golden platter of sweets I nod to her in anticipation before popping the succulent fruit into my mouth.

 

[SugarDeSpice]

Sheera

Sheera let a small, yet seductive smile cross her pouty lips.

She turned so her back was to him and closed her eyes, letting a soft rhythm play in her head as her hips began to sway.

Slowly she began to gyrate her body in the fashion she had been trained, her body slowly turning to face him. She opened her eyes and stared intently as her body moved.

 

[Swashbuckler]

Omar

My dark eyes savored the way she shook the silks about her hips as she began her motions of seduction. She turned to stare at me as my tongue squoze every drop of nectar out of the pulp that was a grape in my mouth. Nodding in time with her gyrations, I absently twist the ends of my mustache with thumb and forefinger as she sways closer, her eyes locked upon mine.

Reclining further into cushions fully enjoying the swaying bounce of her breasts, and the opaque teasings of her disapearing adn reapearing thighs from the fluttering folds of her silks.

"You dance well, Sheera, what else do you do well?" I ask witha fiegned yawn.

 

[SugarDeSpice]

Sheera

"You dance well, Sheera, what else do you do well?" He asked her, with what she knew was faked disinterest.

She did not reply, just smiled the practiced smile and she continued to dance a bit more till she was staning at the edge of the bed.

Then still staring at him she crawled, very panther like across it to him, straddling his legs. Her strong thighs more than peeking out of the slits at either side as she reached out and slowly opened his tunic, making a moist trail down his now bared chest with my mouth and tongue.

 

[Swashbuckler]

Omar

Her lips sent fire through my flesh as she trailed down my chest. I arched into her mouth. Lifting my legs from the matress, parting her thighs slightly, feeling her heated flesh through my robes as the finest silks brushed and crushed against her talents.

Running one hand through her hair, holding her closer to my chest, "So you are talented in other aspects, Sheera. Quite entertaining."

I could feel my passions rising but tried to remain still and allow her to continue her dance.

 

[SugarDeSpice]

Sheera

Sheera smiled against his taut belly as she felt him arch off the bed and run his hand through her silky dark hair.

She swiveled her hips against him for a moment, barely noticable moment and softly trailed her tongue across one of his flat male nipples as she opened and removed his silky pants, running her slender hand inside and taking a hold of his growing arousal

 

[Swashbuckler]

Omar

I inhlaed deeply as she locked her lips about my nipple sending a duststorm of passion through my body. Her snakelike fingers slithering to surround my shaft and bring it forth from its distressing confines.

My figners tightened in her hair as she squoze my flesh and suckled my breast. My free hand found its way to her purple top and forced it over the mounds of her breasts freeing them at last to my eyes. "What wonderous gems you hold to your heart," I commented as absently as I could while rolling a dark nipple between thumb and finger before siezing the entire breast fully and kneading it deeply into the plam of my hand.

Arching my leg to bring my knee slowly to the nexuss between her thighs, "Would you care for a grape..., or perhaps somethign more substantial, Sheera?" I asked mockingly as I rubbed her growign wetness with my silk clad knee while I worked her breast.

 

[SugarDeSpice]

Sheera

Sheera moaned against his flesh as her nipple hardened at his touch.


She had been trained to show pleasure and passion when she felt it, when she didn't if she were so command or not to at all, if she were so command.

"or perhaps somethign more substantial, Sheera?"

She grinned wickedly and made a trail back down his upper body, pulling away the confines from his arousal as she did so and freeing his hard erection.

She hovered over it, starting up at him with a gleam in her eyes, until finally she took the tip into her mouth

 

[Swashbuckler]

Omar

The first hot embrace of her lips to the head of my staff sent waves of heat coursing through my blood. Fingers wound in dark locks squoze with those upon her hardened nipple as she slowly accepted my flesh. Silks and cushions rustled as I lifted myself to fill her cheeks with my masculinity in long, slow thrusts exploring the undiscovered pleasures of her mouth.

The sweet sharpness of her teeth glanced teasingly over my stretched skin. While her tongue darted and toyed like the cobra mesmerizing the swooken head of cock. Intoxicating pressure surrounded me as she sucked me into her.

"Sheera..," I began but never finished the sentence, acting rather than speaking. In one movement I grasped her slender waits and spun her round, so that her enchanting garden was within reach of my parched tongue. Her scent filling my nostrils with the heady aroma of lust as I plunged my tongue into her honeyed channel.

 

[SugarDeSpice]

Sheera

Sheera yelped as he grabbed her and spun her underneath him, that was not something she was expecting, not at all.

Nor was she expecting that when he opened her legs under her silks that the penatration she was expecting would come from his tongue...his extremely pleasing tongue.

During all her training nothing was said of a sultan wanting to please his concubine in return. She was but a mere servant to his bidding, though Sheera wasn't one to do much bidding.

A deep moan eminated from the back of her throat as his delving tongue brought her to pleasuring peaks.

 

[Swashbuckler]

Omar

As I savored her sweet nectar my shaft was bathed by the purring reverbarations of her tongue as she moaned around my girth. Smiling to myself I cup her sensitive beacon with my lips, suckling hard and mercilessly lashing her clit with the tip of my tongue as I thrust my hips to fill her lips with my flesh.

Holding her hips fast with my hands I continue my assault upon both of her recepticles. Slowly sliding my fingrs across her cheek, beneath her translucent silks. Finaly reaching her last remaining entrance, Slowly pressuring a fingertip into that heated ring of pleasure.

 

[SugarDeSpice]

Sheera

Sheera stilled as she felt his finger pressing against that certain spot. It was not something she liked but had learned to tolerate in her training.

She sensed that he liked the vibrations her moan had created and start to hum every so often inbetween bouts of sucking and licking as she cupped his balls softly inher hands

 

[SugarDeSpice]

Bump

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[Nightingale]

Qithar al-Kasim

Well, this is just great, he thought. Of all the times to do something like this, none would be more embarassing than right now.

Qithar al-Kasim rode into town on his camel, not the sturdiest of rides, but here he was nevertheless, and for good reason, or so his father thought. Kasim was a proud man, wealthy and very much interested in his son's well being, especially socially. Qithar preferred to sing than to fight, and to dance than to drink. So Kasim came up with a plan to somehow instill more "manly" virtues into his son.

He'd sent him to the Sultan, on his birthday, to buy a harlot.

No price was too great, all his son had to do was choose from the availible stock, and it was his. So here it was, Qithar was just turning nineteen years old, and was about to do something he'd never done before, with a woman he'd never met before...

He sighed as he dismounted, and looked for the Sultan and his availible harem...