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

[Joe Schmoe]

At the Jackals' den

The five men boasted of the riches they would soon gain by their task that brought them much enjoyment now that it had been accomplished. They each shared all that they would do and indulge in with the newfound wealth as the wine was passed, drank and reordered.

There were hardly any others in the tavern at this time of day so the tavern owner catered to their barked orders with joy at the money they were spending but with caution from their growing drunkenness.

One man stood on unsteady feet as he looked around with a straw wrapped bottle clung tightly in his fist. Spying the merchant sitting alone. he meandered over to him with an intoxicated smile on his face.

"Do not drink alone friend, it is bad form. Here come share with us", as he slammed the bottle on the man's table, making a mess as it sloshed out from the impact.

Sliding the bottle to the stranger, "drink."

Standing he tottered while he waited, growing angered. "I said drink! You are too good to drink with Ali and his friends?" as he swung his arm in an arc to indicate those with him, causing his to sidestep in order to keep his feet.

His raised voice brought the attention of the others upon the man.

"Is my wine not suitable for your palate? Drink! or do you dare insult me and my friends?"

He leaned heavily on the table, his face bobbing before the man, a vicious snarl on his face and growl in his voice. "Drink! or I will pour it down your throat, you pompous dog!"

 

[Luna-fey]

Symra's worries wafted away with the heady smoke from the Sultan's hookah. She was pleased and honored to pass the afternoon at his side and she indulged herself in his attentions. She whispered to him in perfect Arabic about his guests, her merry eyes shining with mirth. She shared little stories about the ones she knew, their passions and their frailties. She was not cruel--but playful--and her good-humored commentary amused her lord. She whispered in his ear, her voice soft and inviting, her breath warm and delicately intoxicating against his neck.

He drew her against him and Symra shivered against his touch. She fed him grapes and orange pieces other succulent treats, the scent of citrus clinging to her silky skin. Her fingertips grazed lightly against his jawbone. She touched him as she spoke, the lightest of caresses, like the brush of a butterfly's wing against the lotus flower. Symra smiled at the Sultan, her heart-shaped mouth inviting and sweet.

 

[DrStein]

An angry tic came to Radu's eye as the drunken man cuffed him on the shoulder and began yelling. As soon as the threat passed the man's lips, Radu's eyes quickly swept the tavern to make sure none were present. What happened next took less than a second. He pulled his fist to his hip and turned the knuckles out. With a swift jab of his arm, he thrust his hand toward the drunken infidel's throat, using his second digits to crush the trachea beyond repair and killing him almost instantly.

Radu let his hand stay in the air as the dead man fell to the ground with his eyes bugging out in frozen shock. He slowly turned his uncovered eye to the other men at the table. With a pivot, his free hand slipped a thin dagger from his sleeve and he launched it toward one of the men who had been waiting here, the blade sliding into his heart like it were butter.

Two down. Three to go.

 

[Microwave0ven]

Satisfied that his charge was securely chained and could be watched by a few other handlers at the same time, Jaden's handler hurried over to confer with the Head Slaver before he went to the other room with the other slavers.

"Sir! Dharmil!" he called as the Head Slaver was about to step inside the room.

Dharmil, the Slaver, turned around, "What?" annoyed that he was being interrupted just as he was about to go do business.

Huffing and puffing from rushing across the room, dodging serving girls with pitchers of wine, rich guests, and other people, the handler approached his employer. "The boy. Can you try and get rid of him?"

The slaver frowned, "Why? do you think he's ready to go?" The only boy in the caravan was one pretty piece of work. He'd been hoping to take him one night, but realizing that a virgin was worth more, had restrained himself. Right now the boy was grimy from road-travel, but when he was clean, his coppery-gold hair and green eyes set him apart from the other slaves.

"Yeah," the handler said curtly, "Besides, the boy likes it 'ere, he's got the hots for the girl who was on the dais earlier." he laughed with a sneer. "If the Sultan or one of the nobles here likes 'im, you'll be paid well anyway." He hid the fact that he wanted to just get rid of the boy so he could pick up another slave to work with instead.

Eyes lighting up at the prospect of money, Dharmil slowly nodded, "I'll consider it." he allowed, "Get back to watching your slave, who knows what types of people are in here?" The last few Slavers were entering the room, and he bent nearer to the handler, "and watch what you say about the greatly esteemed Sultan's daughter." he hissed.

The handler gulped, "Yes sir!" he turned and hurried back to the other side of the room where he belonged, where people of lesser class mingled.

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Jaden sensed his handler was gone. He painstakingly raised his head to glance up at the dais again and unhappily shifted his weight, chains jingling as he did so, when he noticed the amazing woman he saw earlier was gone. He tried to look around some more, but a yell from one of the other handlers and the sting of a crop across his buttocks caused him to quiet down.

 

[redbaron05]

Prince Akbar

OOC sorry for long delay was out of town

IC Prince Akbar migles with the guests greeting them before joining his brother at the table watching the differant slave girls

 

[gypsy4191]

Almira's dream

Almira woke with a start, the violence of the vision causing her stomach to roll.
Dear Allah, the man hadn't even seemed to move yet he'd managed to kill two men. No wonder he was the Sultan's favoured assassin, he was leathal. She hoped he saw the man lurking in the shadows, he wasn't a threat to the Wolfbrother, in a phyiscal sense, but he held much information that might come in handy to the Sultan regarding rebel factions spread throughout his land.

Almira drifted back off to sleep, glancing up just once to see where the guard was standing so she could give him a swift kick in the shins, just to let him know that she was still around.

 

[Logan2]

Finaly he had been recognized by the Sultan and he seemed to be rather friendly but a bit busy. He thanked the Sultan for his hospitality and watched him talk to some other people. Now he was on his own again.

Robert walked through the crowed and trioed to enjoy himself, he still was unsure as where to sleep this night and what else he should learn.

"I hope you find our culture, food and our women to your liking. Enjoy all that I have during your stay." this was what the sultan had said and Robert wondered if he really meant that. He was very unsure in the company of women and he didn't want to commit come diplomativ plunder but he was sure that it couldn't be that bad.

He went up to the dais where all those beautifull women where sitting and spoke in english.

"Excuse me, my name it Robert de Magoun, I'm here to learn about customs and your fine country, the sultan allready greeted me, but unfortunatly nobody told me where I could stay, can anybody help me?"

 

[leopardlover]

He chuckles.

"Til I get away you mean. There must be an opportunity somewhere some time. Til then I am here. As you say. And no...I doubt not your ability to arouse me. That is not in question. But I am certain I could make it fairly hard for you to find your own release as well."

He eyes the guard warily as the bell is pulled and the man enters, weighing his chances of taking the blade, killing him, and using the woman as a hostage in order to make his escape. He thinks it rather possible then is just slightly distracted when out of nowhere, yet again, she takes his cock in hand, then in her mouth. His shaft hardens quickly, both from the situation and the woman on her knees before him. His breathing becomes a bit irregular as she continues to lick and suckle him.

"I said only do not harm me....Or I shall return the favor..."

It is an obvious effort even to utter this defiance, to concentrate on anything other than the lips and tongue that work over his member.

"For if you did...I would kill you. Unless you kept me chained and sedated...Or in such need of release constantly that I could think of naught else..."

He looks down when he leaves her mouth, eyes glazed with desire, body slightly tensed, breathing slightly off.

"Friends are good. Enemies I kill, or try my damnedest to...All I have said against this you taking me to your bed thing is dont treat me like an animal. Or harm me and I shall do whatever you wish. Otherwise...You can go to hell for all I care. You may get me hard. You may even keep me how you wish me long enough to gain the pleasure you seek. But you will have to have someone at your side always after."

He really doesnt understand, or at least does not care that he is now a slave, that he does not matter one iota to any around him except what they want. It will take much to show him, and pain just will not work. He would probably die before giving in to the pain, or else be marred for life. Then he might give in. But her first approach was much better. Present both options, offer as well as take. It would make it much easier on both.

He stnds, waiting, seeing what she will do as he regains his breath, some control of both mind and body.

 

[Babette_____]

Susanne - Nackal

Susanne rose from her place on the floor and after a few minutes she waved the guard off. "I don't wish to be your friend, you are to understand that. You are here for me and if you decide to enjoy yourself then so be, again I really don't care. There of course will be enjoyment for you as well as long as you're not one that prefers me, but with your earlier actions I doubt that."

Her eyes looked to the young maid, always on the edge of the room. "You may go of no more need of you this afternoon."

Susanne and her slave were now alone each one bare to the other. Their hair damp from the bath. She walked toward the bedroom, and as she did her body moved seductively. "Come slave show me I shouldn't just chain you to my bed and ride you." She looked back and stared long and hard at him. "Let me see what pleasures you believe you can offer me if I ALLOW you to remain free of chains and drugs. Then if you please me, you will have no fear of being forever kept in chains."

Her brow lifted and her eyes roamed down his body, as she waited at the edge of her bedchamber door for him to make known his fate.

 

[ZuesTheGod]

Kenneth awoke with a start. He had felt something or someone inside his head. For a moment a chill ran over him and he thought of the tales his childhood and he wondered if in a place such as this Wizards and Witches did exist. He chuckled over his foolishness and covered his eyes with his hand.

He looked out of the window in the loft where he slept and noticed that the time had barely moved. Perhaps an hour if even that had gone by while his body rested. Kenneth moved from the loft and went about caring for the horses. His thoughts trailing over his sister and how beautiful she had become. She did in fact look like their mother. He wondered if she could truly be happy but he wasn't sure, wasn't aware of how one could be happy.

His heart was heavy as he paused and thought for a moment. What if he comes to her and tells her of her life and she tells him to go away, that she doesn't wish to be English but she wishes to lie beneath several men. Could he accept that and still love her? Kenneth knew the answer before he had finished the thought. Yes, he would love her. He had always loved her and she was all the family he had left, and he hoped to bring her home.

Another hour past and Kenneth headed out to see if he could catch a glance at his sister. Once more his papers rested deep in the pockets of his clothes and he showed them when asked. For now he felt somewhat safe, but he was no full. If he got caught he knew it would be death or servitude. He pushed past a few young girls and boys that he assumed where bastard children of the Sultan or his Harem girls. The thought disgusted him but he moved onward.

His thoughts turned toward the women in the prisions he had passed. Once he was unable to locate his sister he turned back toward the section of the palace that had held the one woman that he had seen on a table. He crept closer to the window and peered in. His eyes lit over her and he was again pulled toward wanting to free her and wanting to just get his sister and leave.

He watched the guard in her room leave and for a moment he whispered to her, "Miss," his Arabic broken but somewhat understandable. "Miss.... I can help you. . . tell the guard you are sick. . . see if he will let you outside." Kenneth had no time to wait for an answer. He moved quickly to the door closest to the one where the guard would hopefully bring the girl out. Kenneth's hand curled in anticipation, he prayed that if he were able to rescue just one person from this Godforsaken land then he would do so.

 

[leopardlover]

He follows at an easy pace, not fast, not slow, moving with the fluid grace of a hunter, the confidence as well. He approaches her like she is his quarry, and he is very hungry. There is a flame in his eyes, one of obvious desire, mirrored by the still very erewct dick between his legs that bounces slightly with each step, drawing attention to itself.

When he reaches her at the door he presses firmly against her body, trapping the physical manifestation of his desire between them as he kisses her again, his lips moving slowly over hers with growing pressure as the seconds pass, then licks, sucks and nibbles her lower lip. His hands do not stay at her waist, instead his palms move to her hips, tracing their form before moving upwards over her sides, exploring, getting tro know this body he needs to please to keep himself free as possible right now.

 

[cati]

Yasmeen performs

Soon Abu lay in a peaceful slumber nestled in the arms of his slave-angel. Yasmeen took this opportunity to untangle herself from the Kaliff's passionate embrace. She kneeled into him and listened to his contented snoring, then lay his sleepy head against the cool satin floor pillows, before slipping away.

"The poor soul will likely sleep through the night just as he is", she smiled knowingly. Just for a moment, she contemplated having one of the guards move him to the more comfortable divan, but decided against it.

Rising to her feet, the slave girl carefully began making her way through the writhing bodies of revellers who were already four sheets to the wind, and towards the troupe of musicians. She stopped briefly to speak to the tall musician, who appeared to be the leader of the quartet, before heading out of the room. Remembering that the Sultan had requested that the girls perform for the guests, Yasmeen decided to do just that. This would be her moment of glory, the one opportunity she had to outshine the other girls by her dancing.
Yasmeen took a moment to slip away to one of the water closets to freshen up. Her arms, breasts and belly were liberally dusted with a golden fragrant honey powder, then her black shining hair sprinkled with a seductive eau de toilet of her own making. The beauty carefully re-rouged her areola, enhancing the length of her nipples with an outrageous dark ochre before returning to the din of the hall.

A sunken fire pit had been built into the design of the room and now flames crackled from within. It wasn't often used during celebrations and did very little to improve the cool night temperatures that was expected of the season. Yasmeen begged the Vizier, who rarely refused her anything, if it might be lit tonight, especially for the entertainment of the guests. Winking at him, she promised it would be put to good use.
Earlier that afternoon, cunning Yasmeen had liberally laced a tumbler of minted tea with a sleeping potion, the tea she then offered to the unwary guard, thus allowing her entrance into the now unguarded weapons room. There, the girl filled a small pouch with a handful of gun-powder, to which she blended an ampoule of multi-coloured granules "borrowed" from a visiting trader from the Orient.

Her heart pounding wildly in her chest, the slavegirl emerged from her toilette and waited for the cue from the musicians. Bracing herself, the dancing girl listened… there it was…the solitary beating of a drum.

The crowd graciously parted as Yasmeen, clothed in her silvery veils, brazenly sashayed into the great hall. The seductive nymph began to match every beat of the drums with a vigorous swaying of her hips, even as her eyes cast an occasional smouldering glance to the guests. Her lovely face flushed with desire as she moved in the carnal dance. Firm, ripe breasts jiggled and bounced in unison as her soft belly undulated. Long slender arms beckoned to the crowd of lustful onlookers, inviting them to join her.

The sweet perfection of her rosy dimpled ass was now on display to one and all, as she wantonly peeled away the thin layers of her flimsy costume. Slave flesh shimmered each time Yasmeen neared the flames of the fire pit displaying her sumptuous female form to perfection.
An ethereal trail of glittering silver marked the slave's whirling movements across the marbled tiles. With every delicious sway of her hips, a veil would ultimately find it's way to the cool flooring beneath her feet until all that remained of her garb was a thin band of burnished gold which now barely covered the moist lips of her sweet honeyed cunt.

Writhing in feverish response to the haunting melody of the desert song, Yasmeen appeared a splendid she-beast, lost in the throes of some primitive mating ritual. As the music increased in tempo, so did the girl's fervent movements. The slave girl sensed the eager response from the male guests, the desire apparent by the look on their faces as well as the bulge in their trousers.

 

[gypsy4191]

Almira plots escape... but does she?

"Miss.... I can help you. . . tell the guard you are sick. . . see if he will let you outside."

Almira couldn't believe her ears, here was someone, a foreingner at that by his looks, who was willing to help her. But what if they were caught? Almira held no fear for herself as she knew who she was and the importance she held, but what about this gallant man? Could she in all honesty put his life in danger? Yes, her mind screamed, yes yes yes.

Almira waited until her guard came back into the room and set the plan that would hopefully gain her freedom into action.
"ohh, oh my, oh my stomach" she groaned. "Eh what's that girl, what's wrong with you" asked the guard "i'm going to be sick, violently sick. Please, can you please let me empty my stomach contents outside, otherwise the smell will be horrendus. Ohh hurry"

She watched with slitted eyes as her guard hurriedly unlocked all shackles and led her closer to the door where the man was hiding and Freedom. She leaned heavily onto the guard making him carry all her dead weight in the hopes that it would help the gentleman in hiding. She held her breath it was do or die.

 

[Joe Schmoe]

The Sultan's pleasures

A relaxing euphoria flowed through the Sultan like a fog; from food, cups of wine, the dream inducing smoke and the primal enticement of a woman.

Taking hold of her face with his hand he squeezed her soft cheeks lightly. Her juice drenched lips puckered as the Sultan's tongue slowly licked them clean.

The lone beating of a leopard skin drum caught the attention of everyone as a quick silence hovered over the Great Hall. The hush brought the Sultan to watch what began to happen. The crowd gave way and a smile grew on the lips of the Sultan.

He pulled the slavegirl up between his legs to recline back against him. He watched the art of seduction move to the music.

This was when Jalal bin Khalim was in his glory. He never failed to fall under the spell of women. They captivated him, they empowered him, they aroused him.

He watched the dance.

The fragrance of Symra's hair floated up and he took a deep breath to fill his chest with the sweetness. His fingertips traced the arcs and curves of her body. Around the sides of her breasts to sweep along the taper of her sides then over the flare of her hips, then back. Slow and lazy they followed her form.

He watched the dance.

As the pace of the rhythm and movements intensified so did the Sultan's touch on the slavegirl. Fingers were replaced by hands as they found pleasure in the feel and shape of the woman. They rubbed the smooth turn of her hips to climb up and massage the bare flesh of her belly to reach for her long firm thighs. His thumbs coming ever so close to the source of her heat as his arms stretched out over her before drawing them back up.

He watched the dance.

The fire flicked around the dance of Yasmeen. The surreal erotic scene was hypnotic. The sensory pleasures of Symra was intoxicating.

Fire flickered in the Sultan's eyes from the sultry serpentine sways of the dancer. Fire burned his hands from the touch of the slavegirl's body. Fire was ignited deep in the loins of the Sultan Jalal bin Khalim.

His girls knew their purpose.

He watched the dance.

 

[cati]

The dance continues

The slave danced wildly and without shame, her face reflecting a coarse animal savagery. Her true character and sexual nature was now being expressed in fluid bodily motion before the ogling guests. Afterall, the girl had been taught to dance by the very best.
Yasmeen took great pleasure in her body, reveling in it's ability inflame even the most asexual of men. She felt energized by the hungry eyes of the men and women alike and knew she hadn't disappointed them by her lively performance.

Yasmeen would have loved to continue to stun her audience, but it was necessary to bring her display of "talent" to an end. In one dramatic movement, she threw herself to the tiles and shimmied and wriggled her way toward a tall male figure who stood watching only a short distance away. Like a beautiful snake in heat Yasmeen coiled her body around the man's legs, her face mere inches from his groin, then smiled seductively up at him. Her performance was absolutely breathtaking.

Releasing her grip from the stunned observer, she pretended to fall into an exhausted heap at his feet. Seconds later, she was on her feet rushing to the side of fire pit where she proceeded to empty the contents of the pouch that had been placed strategically near by. The unexpected igniting of the gunpowder created an easy distraction. The guests stood in awe, fascinated by the small show of fireworks and had not noticed that Yasmeen was no more in sight, the resulting smoke screen making her disappearing act all the more real to them.
No one had seen Yasmeen run to the hanging tapestry, nor did they see her slip behind the thick wall covering. Now safely hidden, she opened a small door that led into a hidden crawl space in the palace wall. Yasmeen proceeded to enter into the darkness beyond.

...........................................................................................
OOC: Please note that no-one but the Sultan, Radu and Yasmeen (by accident) know of this crawlspace.

 

[redbaron05]

Akbar

First Miranda then Yasmeen Akbar was so hot and aroused by the two erotic dancing girls that he needed some relief retiring to his chambers he orders a guard "Bring the woman they call Almira to my chambers at once" then he retires and awaits her arrival

 

[ZuesTheGod]

Kenneth - Almira

Kenneth waited behind the opening of the palace, the closest one to the room where the prisoner had laid strapped to the table. He was fuming inside. This woman had stayed there for hours, ignored and unnoticed. When he had stumbled upon her the first time, he had known her beauty would quickly be seen and she would be brought before the Sultan's throne.

He had been surprised that when he returned she was still attached to the table, and still being ignored. Kenneth felt her despair at her being still shackled and unapproached. He felt that he had need of trying to save at least one woman from this life, if he couldn't save his sister.

The sounds of the woman complaining about being sick stirred him to become more aware of the approaching footsteps. He saw them within a matter of minutes. The slave girl was leaning heavily against the guard, moans escaped her body. As Kenneth moved in closer, his hand gripped tight on the hilt of the his knife. The sharp blade glistened in the sunlight. Kenneth's hand came closer and within seconds could have slit the foolish guards throat.

"You are to bring the woman to the Prince," a voice called from within the palace just on the edge of the opening.

Kenneth's lips curled in frustration, so someone finally decided to take notice. He wasn't sure how he felt about this. He was releaved the woman was no longer being used as a table warmer, but he knew her fate would be worse in the end. His hand went down and he snaked back against the wall of the palace and watched the guard turn and move back toward the other figure who Kenneth had not seen.

Moving quietly, is heart heavy for the woman that would now have to suffer at the hands of some pompass ass Prince, made his way back across to the stables. They were still two other women that were locked away, two others that maybe he could save, that or at least just the thought of saving them would stir someone to remember they were there. After all, he chuckled it worked this time.

He realized that the woman could now at least be fed and recieve some care, it was better then what she had been doing. Kenneth's thoughts returned to his sister and he continued to plot out how to bring her to him.

 

[Babette_____]

Susanne - Nackal

Susanne's body shivered and she tried to ignore the rush that he was creating in her. Her reasoning was leaving her and she knew that with that one kiss and the straying hands that this slave would be worth the fine stallions and mares she had given in exchange to have him.

Her tongue slid with his, giving him a long deep caress with the warm muscle. The stroking sweeps of their movements brought a stir of longing in her belly and a fiery need was slowly burning inside her. It had been so long since her last lover, and she wanted to feel again. To feel the moment she staggered on the edge of falling and the moment she crashed and withered at the end.

His fingers played a melody upon her skin, as he moved them up her side. Her fingers moved to rest on his arms. Susanne breathed in their scent and felt the rippling muscles in his biceps and she felt the pressure of his aroused sex pressed between them. Her body hungered for more and a moan escaped from her lips, as she slipped her fingers to his neck and brought him tighter against her.

 

[cati]

A girl in hiding...

Yasmeen carefully closed and fastened the hidden portal behind her. Pressing her body against the cool stone façade, she began making her way slowly along the dark passage. There was no light to guide her way this time, no torch or candle, to light the way, but her memory would serve her well. She began to count out one hundred and twenty paces exactly, covering the distance between the great hall and the anti-room of the Sultan's bedchamber.

Yasmeen had discovered the secret door quite by accident within the first few days of her arrival at the palace. While exploring the various hallways and sitting rooms of the Sultans residence one afternoon, she found herself alone in the great hall, where she stopped to admire the fine statuary and furnishings that were scattered around the spacious greeting area. As she wandered about the room, Yasmeen would stop occasionally and pretend to scrutinize a painting or sculpture by some Italian Grandmaster. Over the years Jalal bin Kalim "the great one" had received hundreds, if not thousands of rare and expensive gifts from traders and Nobles from around the world.

Yasmeen's attention would ultimately be drawn to the enormous Mediaeval wool tapestry, which hung inconspicuously on the far wall. It's rich earthy tones beckoned to her and aroused her senses. The various autumn shades of brown and rust in the pattern weave reminded her of her hearthstone and the people that she had loved and lost years before. She dared to touch the fine wool and in doing so, discovered a strange unevenness in the stone wall on which the tapestry was hanging. The girl glanced quickly over her shoulder fearing discovery. Relieved to find that she was still quite alone, Yasmeen lifted the edging of the huge floral carpet and peered underneath to determine what made the wall so irregular.
Much to her surprise and delight, someone at some time, had made an opening in the stone masonary!

 

[leopardlover]

He revels in the kiss, tongue meeting then retreating from hers, always on the move, as in a swordfight. He repositions her so they are front to front, his penis pressed to her stomache, her full breasts to his chest. The kiss continues sever seconds, maybe even minutes before he pulls away with a small gasp. Bending slightly at the knees he grasps her around the hips and lifts, striding quickly towards the bed where he intends to have her way with her.

Unable to resist the nipple now in his face he stops a moment, her still lifted body resting on his hands, trim body not much weight to him. At least not for short periods of time. He licks and nibble the nipples that are even with his mouth, gorging on them while his fingers knead the back of her thighs and butt. He starrts walking again, slowly, but still manages to stumble slightly.

He stops himself and her from falling, but she slips from his grip, sliding down his bodyt to impale herself on the raging hardon she has created. He stops abruptly as he finds himself sliding into her wet, hot, and slipppery pussy. He regains control of her body as he is shoved about halfway inside. He just holds her there, not moving up or down, waiting to see what she does, enjoying the slight pulses around him as a small groan leaves his lips.

 

[Babette_____]

Susanne - Nackal

Susanne feels the fullness of his cock slam into her and her body hums in pleasure. As it pulsates around his shaft, her head falls back and a whispered, "Yes" falls from her lips. The sheer pleasure of having a cock inside her is bliss and she squeezes his cock with the muscles of her body.

Her hands move to his shoulders and she grips his hard muscles tightly. Her eyes show a fevered lust consume them and she grits her teeth as she lifts herself to the head of his cock, and watches him. With a look of pure hunger she pushes back down on his rod, needing to feel him fuck her hard and fast.

Fingers dig into his skin, her legs wrapped tight around his body, as she drives him in and out of her hot sex. She feels his cock, coarsing over her walls, he is her slave, it is his body she owns and it is her will that he give her this tool and use it to force the juices from her body.

Susanne continues to grip him tight, her head comes back and she places her mouth over his lips. Her tongue dives deep and strokes long hard motions along the sides and tops of his. "Harder!" she growls at him, as she fucks him not caring for anything but reaching that first orgasmic wave of lava that was no buring deep within her womb. "Fuck, me harder!"

 

[leopardlover]

He presses her to the wall, the bed momentarily forgotten while he drives into her body, small shudders occasionally running through him when she squeezes particularly hard on his throbbing shaft. His breathing quickly becomes harder, hoarser, needful.

"Your wish...Is my command..."

He does not even think of escape, the only thought on his mind is pleasing this woman and finding his own pleasure as well in her. To that end he lets her go, letting his thrusts and the wall keep her up. One hand goes between their bodies to stroke her clit, rubbing insistantly as he tries to make her first orgasm hard, and come quickly. The other grops her breasts softly, kneading them, nails lightly scraping the mound of flesh before coming up to her chin which he tilts.

He kisses her hard, tongue pressing between her lips quickly, fiercely, stroking along the backs of her teeth. The kiss is brief then his lips are moving again, along her jaw up to her ear where he worries her earlobe with his teeth, tongue running over the flesh in his mouth.

 

[poohlive]

Habib gave a nod to the order by the prince to capture Almira. He did not delay, wandering about from the distant guards, trying to figure out where she had gotten off to.

It wasn't until he came across a man picking up Almira and carrying her to an outside door that Habib yelled out to halt.

"What is going on here?"

"She was sick," The guard said, "Said she needed to go outside, and could not walk on her own."

Habib nodded, understanding, "Go back and guard the Sultan. I will take care of her."


Habib helped the young thing off the guard's shoulder, and put her on his own. He wen outside, the hot sun now beating down on them. The side of the Sultan's palace provided some much cooler shelter, as Habib set her down gently.

"There you are. If you feel a need to be sick some more, please do so. We are outside and alone now."

Habib looked her up and down, a pleasent slave girl, new, but she had a fair look to her.

"The prince has wanted you for his bed tonight. That is why I am here, to bring you to him..."

He paused.

"Are you sure you're ok?"

 

[Luna-fey]

Symra leaned back into the sultan's arms as she lay there against him. While beautiful Yasmeen danced her seductive dance, the sultan's deft fingers and firm hands performed their own dance across her soft body. There was no doubt in her mind that he could feel her breaths coming faster as he touched her. She moved her hands behind her, reaching for him in response. Her delicate fingers brushed furtively over his knees and thighs. Symra surrendered wholeheartedly to his expert, passionate caresses. Her head tipped back, her lips parted, her eyes closed. She moaned and pressed against him. The music drowned out the actual sound but Jalal bin Khalim felt the vibration of her voice resounding intimately against his chest.

Symra shivered in the arms of the sultan, the exquisite pleasure floating through her body with the steady beat of each drum. Jalal bin Khalim could feel the delicious heat radiating from between the girl's lovely thighs. He had ignited a fire inside her that put the flames of the hearth fires to shame. She did not want it to stop.

A heady haze of desire enveloped the pretty redhead so completely that she did not at first register Yasmeen's disappearance or even that the dance had ended.

 

[Babette_____]

Susanne - Nackal

Susanne felt the bite of the wall scraping her back and she felt his cock pushing her in deeper and deeper taking what she wanted from him. She knew he was enjoying this, she could tell by the movements of his body pushing into her. His mouth covered her skin, and did nothing to cool her heated need.

The moistness of his licks and tugs, heated her skin, brought a flowing need inside her veins and she felt her body quicken and her legs tighten on him. She bit her lip, and then gasped for air. Susanne couldn't make up her mind concerning what she wanted.

Soon she was filling that place that she had missed, the heated home of where her passion lived. Her lover would make a fine pet and she loved the fact that she had chosen well. All ready thoughts of taken him again and again filled her senses with more shivering delights and she found herself biting into his neck, sucking his flesh and leaving him the mark of a slave.

Her climax rocketed through her and she felt the shudder of release as she covered his cock with the juices of her sex. Her tongue continued to lick the skin under her mouth, as she tasted him, and made him accept the shuddering of her body as she tightened and released only to tighten again.