The Harem...... All Welcome!!!

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Miranda leaves Akbar’s chambers and hurries to her own. She will be missed if the Sultan has need of her, though she is positive that he found his pleasures in the arms of another. Upon reaching her rooms, ones that she shares with the others, but is somewhat off to the corner she smiles at the Harem girls and gathers her belongings.

She can smell the mating perfume of the Prince and herself, so she knows she needs to wash before presenting herself to the Sultan. She slips into the warm waters and thinks back over the night with Akbar as well as the morning. Her thoughts travel to the woman who turned down the Prince.

“Who was the fool to do such an unwise thing?” she chuckled softly, and submerged her head completely under the water, and held herself there for several seconds before coming up, and laughing wickedly. “Oh foolish female, I hope you learn your lesson...” she smiled to the heavens. “Well not really,” she grinned again, then proceeded to enjoy her bath.

 

[leopardlover]

Nackal's hope slowly fades with Susanne's words, though it hardly shows. He was hoping that she would take his words at face value and be cowed by them, coerced to mutual benefit. But she apparently has other ideas about the situation. And her projected scenario is quite plausible. He responds in a tone that does not really admit defeat, though he seems to give in.

"This is all well and good. You may be right. But sultans and chieftains can always find new connections, new ways of obtaining what they wish. You are not indispensable."

Nackal's expression takes on a bit of a warning cast. "The sultan would watch you much more closely at the very least. He would wonder, particularly if the right words were given to his ears. The letter is just vague enough that if I got to him today, -before- you could weasel your way into the good graces of anyone high in his house...They just may listen. And if not " He shrugs. "You would still lose in the end. As I'm sure you know those in power always take warning when it comes to odd happenings in their house. You say it is nothing. What if this Kenneth goes with my story? What if things point to you trying to seduce the sultan so you can kill him?"

"You never know what way a man in power will see things. How anyone will see a given situation. You see me as a slave. Nothing more and nothing less as there is no lower and in your mind I shall never be free again. But in my eyes I am a skilled warrior, future leader of my people. Able to move where I want, kill what and who I want and am free to take a wife. Or just a woman to my bed were I to choose it. As I have chosen to bed you. Twas a much more pleasant choice than the sun. But I stray from our topic."

His eyes traverse her body as he speaks, moving from her eyes to the beautifully sculpted breasts, her nipples hard with the arousal he stoked...But did not sate, then lower over her slim stomache and waist, shadowed by the fact that the sun is to her back, but still there is the light of the fire, giving off just enough illumination.

"The sultan could go either way. I thought perhaps we could work something out between us. And there may still be a way that we will help each other. Willingly or not. For here is a warning. I may be at your mercy for now. But I will be looking for a way to get your claws away from my belly, your teeth from my throat. And when the time comes that you slip, I shall be waiting."

He reaches out with one hand, the other pressing the letter to the table, holding it still. His fingertips run lightly behind her ear, tilting her face to his as they move lower along her jaw. "Because, just in case you forget...Even caged animals have claws and teeth of their own. The smart ones wait til the opportunity arises to use them. The foolish attack too soon and die. So for now, you win."

The fingers continue downward, moving over her throat and collar bone, tracing her jugular and lower, in the valley formed between her breasts then moving out and under them one at a time so the back of his hand and knuckles move along the sensitive flesh before coming up and in again, knuckles rubbing firmly again the hard nubs, pulling gently with middle and ring finger when the nipples pass between them.

"No need to find another. I find you appealing in many ways. And though you do not care....I enjoy your body as much as you enjoy mine. I have no issues admitting it, Or giving in to the desire as you have shown you do."

Nackal stands then, letter on the table behind him, his hands entwing with her, his lips coming swiftly to mesh with hers when Susanne's mouth opens seemingly in protest. He is being quite aggressive, a dominant streak emerging. He may not attack...But he does notr plan to be a doormat either. He has to much spirit to give in quite that easily.

 

[Babette_____]

Susanne feels her body growing more hungry the longer her slave stares at her, her lips moisten instinctively, and she gazes over his body watching his cock jerk in need for release and sedation. She listened to his words allowing them to speak to her. Susanne said nothing giving him the same opportunity he gave her, to say his piece and then to act.

His kiss catches her off guard, quiets her words and feeds her need. She strokes his with long hard thrusts, driving and battling while her fingers pull at his hair, and her mouth crushes against his. The kiss is full of passion, lust, desire and the need to control. Susanne wants his body to conquer hers at this moment, but she does not wish to go without a fight. Her own needs are to control her fate and that of her lover.

Ripping her mouth from his, she sucks greedily on his neck, pulling at his flesh with her teeth. “I will be indispensable to you,” she hissed in his ear as she sucked on the lobe. Her hands moved down his body, stroked his cock, and toyed with his balls. “Kenneth is a weak fool and a push over. He knows things that he should keep to himself.”

Her mouth moved back to his, coaxing a more heated kiss from his lips. “Keep me satisfied, and I’m sure we’ll make each other happy… but I will not be just yours I’ll seek out others if I wish, you will not.” Her hands twisted in his hair, her tongue drove into his mouth, and she growled into his throat. “Fuck me… now!” she told him. "I've no patience for your words."

 

[leopardlover]

"You're the one talking. Not I. Talk later. Fuck now."

Those are his only spoken words. Then his body does the talking for him. He lifts her easily and puts her to the bed, hands again taking hers, pinning them to the bed above her head. He growls in excitement, her touches having roused him fully. He knows he is marked even withought seeing the small, dark bruise that now graces his neck. He does not mind it though, enjoying it in fact. For that is one thing that turns him on immensely:The feeling of a woman's teeth, of her lips, sucking and nipping at his flesh.

He leans in, using his weight to suppress her struggling body while he nips at each nipple, just hard enough to hurt before soothing them with his tongue. He repeats the cycle several times, then moves out from the nipples and all around, sucking and nibbling at the mounds of flesh in his mouth's greedy reach. He move up again, taking her lips with his, tongue delving between her lips, licking the backs of her teeth hungrily, exploring the rest of her mouth at well. Their pelvises rub together, his head rubbing along her lips before moving away, then coming into contact again. Each touch leaves his head wetter and wetter, more slippery, and more sensitive. His shaft is engorged with blood, his entire length throbbing and red with the desire to take her. But he waits, not done with her, wanting her to beg before he gives her that which she desires.

He rips his lips from her to take in a harsh, greatly needed gulp of air before he speaks. "Your body is divine."He moves lower again, hot damp breath moving over her sensitive skin, tongue occasionally darting out for the smallest of licks as his agile mouth moves lower.

 

[Babette_____]

Susanne trembles at his words, the feel of his hands upon her skin, as he carries her the short distance to the bed. There is no gentle persuasions, no little caresses of love and tenderness, just raw hunger, lust and need. She can feel it moving between them like lighting bolts shooting through the clouds, it shoot through them.

Her eyes gaze upon the wound on his flesh, she shudders with waves of fire that roars through her. She feels her sex become heated with sexual flames, and she groans with want. She tries to remove him from her, wanting to be on the top, to ride him, to command him. Susanne needs to have the fight pulled from her, to allow herself to feel instead of demand to be felt.

The weight of his body touches her soul and she feels protected, cared for even thought she knows the truth, she knows she is a vessel for his pleasure at this moment, just as he is tool for hers. Each movement of his tongue brings more licking flames of heat, and fire to her nipples. She pushes her hips up, wanting to feel the teasing cock imbed itself into her hot cunt.

The tightness of her nipples only adds to the agony of need that is growing inside her. She bites her tongue and arches her back, as she silently thrashes on the bed, refusing to beg for release, refusing to give him what he wants, but she knows deep inside that she’ll lose this battle.

She has won one, now she concedes defeat and she hears her own passion laced voice. “Nackal, my lover please. . . I beg of you to end this torment. My body needs you, make me come my lover,” she knows not words she speaks, they are but words of fiery want and need. “Please… drink from me.” Her breath is ragged and thick with emotion.

 

[leopardlover]

Nackl complies quite willingly, his head moving quickly between her thighs where her scent assaults him, the sight of her mound further inflames his passions. He laps lightly at the beads of wetness that move down her legs til he reaches the source. He licks and laps gently, groaning softly when her hands run through his hair, pull him closer to her flesh and demanding more.

He parts her outer lips with his thumbs, nibbling each for a few moments, ever careful, and gentle, knowing he could easily do damage here and not wanting that. Then his questing tongue slides between them, up, then down, savoring her flavor. He hums in appreciation of the taste, his humming making his tongue vibrate across her silky smooth, hot, wet flesh. Hjis tongue picks up speed and force, lapping hard, then moving into her, in and out, bringing her immense pleasure, as well as bringing himself her wonderful taste.

He looks upwards with his eyes, though his mouth stays on her sex as if glued there, his lips fully pressed to hers, nose rubbing her clit while his tongue busies itself inside. His hands move, retracing their path upwards. They stop at her breasts, pinching and squeezing just enough to hurt a little.

 

[redbaron05]

Akbar answers the Sultan's Summons

"Sire your presence is requested immediately in the Sultan's chambers."

Dismissing the guard Akbar tells him, "Wait for me outside I will be there soon". Recalling the slave girl to finish bathing him Akbar wonders what his brother wants that could'nt wait untill breakfast or till they held court today.

Finshed bathing and scraping his skin clean the sexy slave girl steps back and watches her Lord step from his bath. Assisting him in donning a clean uniform as Commander of the Sultan's Guards she can't help but look at him with a hint of desire wishing one day he would take her to his bed as he had Miranda the night before.

Joining the guard in the hallway Akbar follows him to Jalal bin's personal chambers and waits to be announced. Upon entering he finds the vizir and the sultan's personal physician attending the unconcious sultan. Addressing the vizir "What is the meaning of this what is wrong with my beloved brother?"

The vizir bows and says "All powerful and mighty Prince Akbar of the house of Khalim it is with great sorrow that i report that our great and powerful Sultan Jalal bin Khalim has become gravely ill; And is in a coma not dead but in a deep sleep and the physician can't awaken him."

Akbar listens to his brothers advisor as he steps to his bedside clasping his hand in his own. As the Vizir finishes Akbar addresses the physician and asks "Can he still rule his people?

Shaking his head the Physician replies "Sire i'm afraid you must assume your brothers place as Sultan." Hearing the Physicians words Prince Akbar starts pacing as he exclaims "SULTAN Me Sultan Allah help me".

Calming down and returning his attention to the Vizir, with a serious grave look on his face Akbar asks, "What do we have to do by law for power to change hands?" The Vizir replies," Sire unless your brother is dead the only way for you to become Sultan is for the Physician to decree your brother physically or mentally unable to rule"

Looking at the unconcious figure of his beloved brother then the Physician Akbar ask the Physican once more, "Can he rule?" Shaking his head he replies " No Sire".

"Then please do your duty quickly" Akbar says, Clearing his throat and speaking The Physician says "I Jubal bin Adar Physician of the Sultan hereby decrees that our beloved Sultan Jalal bin Khalim is at this time no longer physically able to assume his duties as Sultan."

Ok its done addressing the Vizir Akbar says "Summon The Princess and Miranda to the Sultans Sitting room where you will Crown me as the next Sultan."

 

[Babette_____]

Susanne feels the heat of his breath against her swollen lips. The air from his lungs stirs her hairs, bringing a shiver of delight and passion to her body. The morning sun rises and begins to increase the temperature of her already flaming skin. She curls her fingers into his hair, holding him to her as he continues to lap at her, tease her sex until it is on fire with liquid steam.

She cries out her need as she feels his fingers opening her, exposing her further for his driving ministrations. They are slow, meticulous in their conquering of her. Her hips rise up, forcing his face deeper into her. She can smell the arousal of her pussy, knowing he has given her so much all ready, she only wants more.

His vibrations from each hum across her sex, and she shivers. Susanne bucks against him as he moves faster and harder over her engorged clit and pussy. She looks down on him as he feasts from her, and she watches his fingers tease her nipples. She feels it, the blinding force of her climax reach out and envelope her. With a growl of release the woman falls back to the bed, lifts her hips high and covers her lover with the nectar that she knows he craves. “Yes!” she screams as the tides of lust roll through her.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Miranda address new women in the Harem.....

Miranda enjoyed her bath and donned her loveliest slacks and top. The shimmering blue and gold trimmed gauze hugged her breasts, and allowed her legs to move freely as she padded toward the rooms where the newest arrivals were. She’d heard from the surrounding women that the two females that tried to escape were taken out of their cells and cared for by one of the other Harem women.

She smiled softly at the guards, noting several were concerned about something, but she was too curious to see her “competition” up closely. She noted the handsome men that were guests of the Sultan’s as well as Habib the enuch, who she knew was no such thing, she knew what the women said about the man, she hadn’t found out herself yet, but she sometimes thought about being wicked.

A shiver ran through her, as she thought of the punishment she’d receive if caught. Her standing would drop, but she knew in time she’d win her place back. Shrugging her shoulders, Miranda decided to cross that bridge if and when she’d have to, besides Habib never showed interest in her so perhaps it was just one of those things that she wouldn’t ever have to worry about. The guests that were coming in here and there were still possibly to entertain her.

With a faux smile pasted on her face she entered the rooms and looked over the two slaves. “Damn,” she muttered. “They are lovely,” she kept the thought to herself, and headed toward them both. “Hello ladies, I see you have been treated with care after your punishments. I am Miranda,” she looked around when she heard a noise coming from a corner.

“Guard! Release that woman!” Miranda’s eyes shot daggers at the man as he hurried toward the new slave.

“Miranda, she was moved from the Sultan’s rooms, after he took ill,” the guard said, moving quickly and undoing the woman’s shackles.

“Ill?” Miranda asked. “What are you talking about?” she could hear the confusion in her own voice as well as worry.

The guard left the woman unchained and he looked over to Miranda. “He became suddenly ill last night, and we moved her here. He planned on “dealing” with then, but was unable. Perhaps Prince Akbar will handle her punishment.”

“Don’t concern yourself with our Prince or what he does with the women of his brother’s harem. I will tend to her, you go and find out what information you can about your Leader,” Miranda knew her orders would be followed, she wasn’t a wife to the Sultan, but she as close to what one would call a wife.

Grabbing the creams that would be needed to sooth the wounds of the young woman, she looked at the other slave girls ago. “I am sorry you were punished, but I don’t believe you have much time to relax and feel sorry for yourselves. Accept your fate, or it will be a painful life you live. The men will use you whether you want it or not. You no longer are a person outside of these rooms, you are a slave out there you have no name, unless your lucky and someone wishes to use it. In here you do have one, in here you’re a person. So... what are your names and how did you come to be here?”

 

[ZuesTheGod]

Kenneth shifted slightly, stretched his muscles and climbed down from the loft. He waved to several of the other stablemen, noting some had taken pleasure with the lesser slave girls, those that were there for the mere sport of the day and not to grace the Sultan's presence.

"Did you hear?" a group of people whispered as Kenneth went by. He stopped and cocked a brow to the group of young boys that were huddled around the corner of the stall.

"What are you young lads talking about now?" Kenneth asked, taking on his Noble bearing and allowing his strength to show through his voice. He could see the eyes of the boys widen.

"The Sultan is dead!"

"Dead?" Kenneth asked. "Tell me what you know," he demanded.

"Not dead, you fool," the oldest of the group said, as he smacked the young one on the back of the head. "It is rumored he is in a great sleep."

Kenneth's eyes grew wize and he smirked to the lads. "Don't spread rumors unless you know all the facts. Go about your day and if your Sultan is ill... you'll know soon enough." The boys headed out. "Wait," Kenneth said, calling back the young one.

"Go inside, and take a message to the guards of the Lady Rolith. She is an English woman. "Tell them that her the creature that was invading her space passed away, and she needs to come to see Lord Kenneth, so she can help him procede."

Kenneth dug into his pocket and flipped a coin to the lad. "Hurry now."

He watched the boy leave, then turned to see the promised horses that Lady Rolith had promised the Sultan arrive. "Well... I will get into that house, even if it means making Susanne my own private whore. I will rest my eyes on my sister before the evening approaches, or Susanne will feel the bite of the Sultan's whip upon her beautiful skin."

 

[gypsy4191]

“Guard! Release that woman!”

Almira looked widly around, who had issued that order, and where was she now? This wasn't the room she had been taken to last night. She had a vague memory of groaning and people rushing around but that was all.

“He became suddenly ill last night, and we moved her here. He planned on “dealing” with then, but was unable. Perhaps Prince Akbar will handle her punishment.”

Upon hearing this Almira panicked, it was in her best interests that the Ruler knew who she was and her power, but how to let him know? And how to avoid the punishment she was sure would be coming for refusing to go to the prince.

So... what are your names and how did you come to be here?”

Having been in her own little world Almira missed the beautiful red heads tirade but heard the tail end of it. Rushing to beat the other slaves she croaks out her story, her throat hoarse from a night with no liquids.

"I am Almira, only daughter of the Sultan Mustafa. I am a seer. I was captured by Sultan's people while out riding, they were killed before they could bring me here. I was brought here by slavers instead. To prove my claim, check my inner thigh, i bear the tatoo of Mustafa's family, a tigers head surrounded by the moon and stars."

Looking into the eyes of the beautiful woman, Almira willed her to believe.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Miranda waved for one of the minor slave girls to bring over food and water for the three women that were so far the only ones willing to come close enough to the favored woman of the Sultan. “I am bas kadin Miranda, the most favored one, it is Almira in here then, out there… well, you are slave and you will have to accept that. I will inform our beloved Sultan of your identity and he will judge the authenticity of your claim.”

Making no move to examine the woman, realizing even if the woman spoke true, the man was an enemy and his daughter was no more important then the rest of them in the end. “I’m sure that if he is able to perform his duties as Sultan then he will speak with you concerning the deeds that lead you to be in chains, if he is not then Prince Akbar will address you when he has the time.” She wondered if the woman knew exactly what type of life she was in for. In this place she was nothing but a slave, she knew that the woman Almira would learn that soon.

She handed the women drinks as well as fruits that would not sting their lips while they dined upon them. They would need their strength for if there was something deathly wrong with her Love, then Akbar would want the women ready to entertain guests and dignitaries that he would have normally entertained with activities outside.

For a moment she watched the women but her thoughts drifted back to Akbar and the rousing awakening she had gotten from him. How powerful a lover he was, and she wondered how he was doing now. She looked toward the opening of the room, the door open bringing in a breeze from the outer halls. As she stared out waiting to hear the stories of the others, she saw a small boy run past the rooms. He was stopped, words were muttered, and she chuckled as she saw his shoulders sag from the reminder to act a gentleman. She thought she heard the name Rolith but she wasn’t sure, so she shrugged her shoulders and decided to focus on the newest Harem girls and gauge what threat they made to her position.

 

[LadyChance]

Zaynab

Watching quietly before speaking hearing what the beauty before them had to say, before replying in a husky voice. "Greetings to you bas kadin Miranda, I was given a name I do not use but instead use the name of Zaynab. It does not matter if out there they know it to me. I will know it, that is what matters to me. This is Idrial she is/was my lady's servant and my best friend." Indicating the now quiet Idrial beside her.

Zaynab still felt the heat within her body but with the other two here she was unable to show Idrial exactly what she had been thinking about doing. Though she was sure she would make it perfectly clear to the girl later when they were once again a lone. But for now she would play it by ear, and wait her time. These other two women were interesting to her, the one Miranda knew her place and she showed it.

Miranda was very beautiful, and Zaynab understood why such would be the favored one. She had seen the girl earlier at the opening, she had been at the Sultan's feet looking like a queen herself.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Miranda looked at the woman now known as Zaynab and the other she pointed out as Idrial. “It is an important thing to remember. I hope the Prince uses it, but I make no promises. I have been here for several years. It is all I know; my memories as a child are gone.”

She ran her eyes over the three women, the ones that were either friend or foe. “Your friend,” her eyes glanced over the quiet female and then the other women of the harem, the older women, not older then her, but old to the newcomers; these women new Miranda’s place. With threat of the Sultan being ill, she wondered if perhaps she would have to increase her attentions toward Prince Akbar and see that he did not find another to warm his bed too often.

A soft smile lit her face and she remembered the words of the morning. Akbar would administer a punishment today, as long as he was able. She turned to look over to the guard, and noticed the other had not returned with news of her Master. “I’m sorry,” she blushed apologetically at Zaynab, and Idrial. “I was saying… your friend, does she talk or is she a death mute?” It wasn’t unusual to hear of, but for a flaw such as this could become either a blessing or a terror for a slave.

The air filled with incense as a slave woman entered, and began lighting the perfumed rods a sign that prayer was expected by all. Miranda looked up. “What are you doing… what has happened?” she asked the old woman.

“The Sultan lies in a deep sleep bas kadin. I light the rods for prayer for his body, and soul,” she whispered, crying soft tears of fear.

Miranda’s jaw dropped. “A deep sleep? Why? He was well earlier… last night.”

She stood wanting to go to her lover, but unable until she was called. Her eyes looked to the woman on the floor. “Almira?” her eyes fastened on hers, then the guard. “Guard!”

“Yes, Miranda?” he rushed forward.

“This woman, she was in the Sultan’s rooms last night. Tell Prince Akbar, he needs to know… she may have done something to cause him harm.” Miranda saw the disbelief in the woman’s eyes, but only spoke to her, her voice thick with suspension. “What did you do to our Leader?”

 

[leopardlover]

Nackal laps eagerly as her pleasure blossoms under his touch like a flower beneath the sun's rays. He lifts her hips even as she does so herself, face pressed tightly to her sex, gulping each squirt of her liquid pleasure as it comes from her body

His fingers stay busy, though his hand is used to hold her up his nails move along her flesh thats in the immediate area as his left hand plays over her sensitive nipples, trying to drive her pleasure higher and higher so he can drink even more deeply of her cream.

All that is heard in the room is the wet slurps of his mouth and tongue and her cries of pleasure which muffle the slurping. The cries are music to his ears, making him harder, wanting him more by the second.

His hand moves down from her breasts, coming to rest on her clit where he pinches fairly tightly, sending pain to mix with the pleasure that now flows freely in her veins.

 

[Babette_____]

Susanne felt as if she were falling, then rising, then falling again. Every stroke of his tongue, bite of his teeth and sweeping heat of his breath captured her in his powerful grasp. As the hot liquid flowed from her sex, she screamed for more, and more he delivered.

Soon he was tearing at her clit, making her thrash about on the bed, forcing her to accept his mark of ownership on her body, for at that moment she would give him the world. “Oh my God!” the Englishwoman screamed as her toes curled, and for a moment she held her breath, unable to do anything but absorb the mind numbing tingles that ripped through her.

“Nackal!” she screamed, her body pitched up, held still for a moment and then her world seemed to collapse around her as she came the final time, and covered him with the thickest of her nectar. She felt the tremors rock her, the passion ebb from her, and as she continued to ride the wave, as they continued to bring her to a humming ecstasy, she knew she had found a most talented slave.

“Come to me,” she whimpered. “Let me drink my fill of you,” she pleaded.

 

[gypsy4191]

“This woman, she was in the Sultan’s rooms last night. Tell Prince Akbar, he needs to know… she may have done something to cause him harm.” “What did you do to our Leader?”

Almira looked at Miranda in disbelief, "You seriously don't believe that i did anything?" she whispered in bewilderment. Why was Miranda doing this? perhaps she was so overcome with grief that she was clutching at straws, or perhaps there was a darker reason, Almira liked to believe that Miranda was just grieving.

"Your leader suffers from a ailment of the brain, it might pass in time, it leaves one as dead, but yet they still breathe." Almira watched as the guard rushed out to tell Prince Akbar.

Suddenly knowing that she was not to escape punishment, either of the unjust charge of harming the Sultan, or of hurting the princes ego by refusing him Almira sighed.

Allowing her mind to drift as various guards ran about wacthing her and fetching Prince Akbar, she thought on last night. She really didn't know what had happened to the Sultan, but she had a good idea. The stress of running a country must have caused bad humors to gather in his brain and cause it to shut down. Not being a doctor Almira wasn't really sure how this worked, but knew that it did happen. A close friend of her fathers suffered from the same affliction that left him as dead for three years before he came good again.

Almira stood as a guard approached her, holding her arms in front of her. Now was really not the time to be arguing with anyone. She was led to a secluded room where she was stripped and tied spread eagled to rings attached to the floor and ceiling. This posistion left her dangling slighty above the floor and bent at the waist.

"The Prince will see to you when he is ready" a guard informed her.

 

[leopardlover]

Nackal swallows busily, but some still overflows, going on his cheeks and chin, dripping down her thighs. He cleans her as best he can as well as himself then moves up her body, kisses her hard, his tongue moving in and out of her mouth as it just was between her other lips. He pulls her upwards and over him so that she straddles his waist.

His head pulses against her wettened flesh in time to his heart beat when he rubs himself along her slit teasingly, playfully. He grins a devil's grin, wanting to see how she responds.

"Are you sure you want to drink me? You don't want me somewhere else? Say maybe, in here?"

With that he moves so he is lodged between her outer lips, head just barely parting them, aimed directly at her slicken tunnel, just needing a hard thrust to embed him fully. His hands have stayed busy, touching and moving everywhere.

"It's up to you though my mistress. I will give my seed wherever you wish it."

 

[Babette_____]

Susanne moans as the passion flows from her, the mouth that has taken so much from her continues to work along her skin. She feels his tongue move up and down her thighs washing her legs. Shudders run through her, claiming her body as his, her lips tremble and she feels him crawl his way up her body. He covers her lips, kisses her deep and she becomes one with his mouth sharing with him the honey of her sex.

The hard, swollen cock rests against her sex, still throbbing with fire. His words burn into her mind, as he toys with her pussy. She looks down on him, her eyes glazed with passion, barely open and she finished the deed he had placed before her.

She slams herself down, buries his cock into the flaming hot cavern of her sex, and she begins to ride her lover. Her pelvis slams into his, grinding with every lift and fall. Susanne tosses her head back, her breasts arched up, her hair caressing his thighs as she drives his cock deeper with every hard crash of her body. “Oh God!” she screams as she fucks the man beneath her, thought s for the moment no longer circle around slave and Master, but instead swirl around lover and mate.

The hairs of his sex stir against her pussy, and she grinds deeper. Fucking him harder and with more vigor. “More... Nackal... more,” she gasps.

 

[LadyChance]

Zaynab

Watching the girl Miranda in amazement, Zaynab pulls Idrial in closer to her. Both girls sat wide eyed as guards came running towards Almira taken her roughly into their custody hauling her from the room without a fight. The girl Almira looked like she was in shock and bewilderment. Something had happened and she had been involved or so Miranda had concluded was what Zaynab had gotten from it all.

Seeing Miranda's shoulders shake slightly with her back turned to them, Zaynab knew that the woman was hurting but trying to hide it which she was doing very poorly. But Zaynab was a smarter woman then that, instead she moves quietly away from Idrial motioning to the girl to stay put. Walking up behind Miranda, Zaynab puts her arms around the woman hugging her from behind quietly. Just holding her without seeing her tears, it was the only way Zaynab could think of saving the woman's composure and still maybe help.

"He will be ok Lady Miranda, thank you for explaining some to us. We will try to be here if you have need to talk but maybe it would be best if you could seek your Lord. With you by his side he is sure to feel better, knowing that your love for him is there for him to but just reach out and touch."

 

[redbaron05]

Prince Akbar, Vizer, Physician

As the Physician declares Jalal bin Khalim no longer fit and able to rule, the Vizir steps to the bed and removes the Sultan's signet ring. Turning to Prince Akbar he slips the ring on his finger and he and the Physician both kneel and say "Your humble servants are at your service Sire."

As Akbar says "Arise" there is a knock at the door Akbar turns to the guard "See who that is." bowing the guard replies "as you wish Sire" as he answers the door, Returing hs tells the Prince " Sire the Captain of the guard is here and needs to speak to you on an urgent matter." "Send him in" Akbar orders.

" Yes Captain what is it Akbar asks?" The Captain bows "Sire the slave almira was the last person to see the sultan last night and as a precaution she has been detained and is chained and awaiting interrogation by you My Lord." bowing ths Captain awaits the Prince's orders. "You did good Captain I hereby promote you to Commander of the Palace Guard i will attend to the suspect shortly return to your post guard the prisoner personally you are dismissed."

 

[leopardlover]

"Mmm, I see you've..." Gulp. "Decided..."

He groans excitedly, the sound rumbling up from deep within him, from the core of fiery need that her body is stoking, building higher and higher, slowly consuming him in the delicious flames of their combined passions.

His hands and hips follow the tempo of his needs, driving equally hard to meet her each and every thrust, his ears filled with the sound of wet flesh slamming against wet flesh, the slurp of his shaft being exposed, her lips dragging at him, not wanting to let go, then being slammed down upon again, his pubic hairs meshing with hers on each grinding rocking down stroke. The downstroke also press his rough hairs against the center of the pleasure, the little bundle ofnerves that is so exposed from his stretching her. The increased pleasure must be mindnumging from her screams of delight.

His hands meanwhile race over her body feverishly, up and down her sides and arms, trying to feel her everywhere all at once. His touch changes from moment to moment. Very light to almost hard enough to bruise. His use of his nails are the same, from almost none when he flicks her nipples, and kneading the beautiful mounds that arch about him to almost able to break skin as they rake down her back when his body starts moving further and further towards his release, his breathing growing quite ragged with each slamming thrust of her silken pussy sliding up and down, back and forth on him.

His eyes open and close, seemingly unable to find a state they wish to be in much as his hands, roaming over their bodies. The follow the path of his hands, of her hands, of their hips crashing together then they close, taking in the heady scent of sex that permeats the room, fills his nostrils. He listens even better then as well, savoring every harsh pant, every groan, every moan and scream. The feeling is divine, her body so smooth against him. Her hands are soft, pleasant when they reach out, rub and pinch his nipples, making his back arch off the bed when she leans down and takes one into her mouth, nibbling and suckling it. And her pussy around him, sending indescribably fierce need flowing through him, ripping a scream of pure animalistic lust from him, needing some release for the building energy.

 

[Babette_____]

Susanne continued to ride with passion on the hard cock that was slamming into her. She moaned in pleasure as each thrust up drove her higher. Soon she could feel the climatic return of her lust and she clenched his tool tight with her pussy muscles. With each growing wave of heat building and rolling within her it was no surprise when she screamed out his name as she covered his cock with the thick syrup of her sex.

She pumped against him, her whole body quivering as she felt the tip of his cock slam into her, as well as the sides roam around the crevices of her sex. They scrapped the walls of her pussy as he continued to push her up and down on his still hard shaft. Her eyes were thick with lust and she looked down on him. Susanne leaned over him, captured a nipple in her mouth and began to bite and suck hard on the pearl of perfection. She wanted him to come inside her, wanted his seed buried deep into her belly where it could rest until she wanted him again.

“Let me feel it,” she growled then returned her attention to the task at hand, the one where she began to squeeze and swallow his neck, biting while her nails took over the torment she had been applying to his nipple. “Make me want only you...” she knew it was an impossible tasks her hunger for sex could strike at any moment. She thought of all the men she would bed before her weeks with the Sultan were over. It was a hunger inside her that raged and for now Nackal satisfied it.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Bard, the Commander of the Guard, and Si Habib (bullshot)

Bard moves towards Si Habib's rooms, having been sent there by Fhad, the new Commander of the Guard. Once he found him, he eyed him warily. He didn't trust the man, but he knew the Sultan did, or in this case the new Sultan Prince Akbar. The royal family always used Si Habib for their needs, though it wasn't the man Bard distrusted as much as the things he used on the women of the Harem.

He nodded his head to the man and explained this newest task, “We need your services. We have had an emergency arise and will need to set the people's minds at ease. As you know there is great revelry here, but what no one is aware of yet, is the Sultan is no longer the one in power. Prince Akbar now rules, his brother lies ill and is unable to lead his people. This can not get out. You must provide your “talents” toward our women that will see this as an opportunity to escape.”

Bard cocked his head to one side, “As always, you will have your choice of one of the newest women to “break in.” We have three that look to be quite tasty. One in particular is being a handful, so I'm sure you may enjoy her more then you may realize. I must go now, I have many tasks to perform. Do you have any questions for me? I will remind you that if you speak of the Sultan's illness, you will be dealt with swiftly. We need to let the people know the Prince can rule as mightly as the Sultan there is great treachory afoot here, and we need to keep the wellfare of our people our priority.” Bard waited to see if the man had any need of him.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Ariana - NPC, opens doors to the Harem.

As the slaves worked to prepare for the intimate ceremony that would place the Prince in official control of all of the Sultan's possessions. Ariana knew that she would have to see that the women of the Harem were placed where the men could come and choose from them. For a moment she thought of how to do this then suddenly had an idea.

Quickly she gave the women the proper garments and when they were dressed she opened the doors to their rooms, mumbled to the gaurds for him to announce that the Sultan had opened his doors to those that wished to partake of the fruit of his property. All were fair game except Miranda, if one wanted to partake of that particular morsel they would have to appeal to Prince Akbar. The woman waited patiently for the men to come to them. Each women was now available.

She looked to the ones that Miranda had spoken to earlier. One was very quiet the other more pronounced. She wondered if the quiet one would last long in the Harem, something told her that perhaps the quiet one was probably hiding something, but Ariana didn't care. She was only here to wait on the needs of her leaders people and that was all.

Ariana was surprised as to why the Sultan's most trusted Eunuch had not yet reported for duty. He was normally a timely individual, but she only shrugged her shoulders in indifference, he was trusted and so he often was allowed to do as he wished. What harm was he anyway?