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

[gypsy4191]

She seemed to recapture something since he'd seen her first. A glow, something warm within her cheeks that showed him she was something more than just a girl for sex. It was quite thrilling to see, especially since he had seen her at her worst.

All that behind them now, she had food, she had wine, good company, help on the way, nothing could stop her.

"Oh, I want to talk about you," He winked at her, relaxing on the pillows. He laid down across from her, his elbow coming up to prop himself.

"Please, I know so little about the women the Sultan chooses. It is but a mystery, as if they simple appear one day for him to pluck down and put in his harem. Tell me how you got here, where you grew up, about your life. Fill me in on just who Almira is... that is what I would love to know."

"My life is very boring" Almira states "but i will share with my new friend the story of my life if that is what he wishes, but he cannot retell what he knows, for it may place me in danger if people knew who i really was, am" Almira faltered in her recounting, she was starting to think of herself as a harem girl and not a woman in her own right. But why she had "seen" her father coming to the palace to get her. She looked up and saw Habib staring at her and realised that she had drifted off into lala land.

"I am the only daughter of a neighbouring Sultan, which one i dare not tell. I am a spoiled pampered princess, but i have an afinity with horses as well as another, er, talent that is not so useful at times""My mother died when i was very little so i really had no feminie influence when i was growing up" Almira stops and shrugs her shoulders " i suppose that's why i find the majority of the harem girl shallow spoilt little brats, being nice"

Almira laughed, " It feels so good to be able to talk freely and not have to worry about hurting some little pea brains feelings and having her sulking around the harem for the next month"

"So Habib, what about you? how did you come to be an Enuch?" as she asked Habib this question, of their own violation her eyes slid down his body and came to rest where his cock should have been...

 

[redbaron05]

prince akbar and miranda

Feeling her body move and respond under him Prince Akbar begins sliding his thick hard cock in and out of the tightness of her hot damp sex in long deep strokes pushing it in then drawing it out slowly. His lips caressing and tasting her neck and shoulders as their dance of passion continues feeling her tight hotness drawing him in her deeper with each thrust feeling her tighten around him. His hands running down her back as he rests on his elbows keeping most of his weight off of her as he drives her closer to the edge.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Miranda/Prince Akbar

Her skin is hot and flushed, it burns to the touch, and Miranda knows the fire is only a simmer. The Prince is a most talented lover and his body brings many savoring moments of passion and need to Miranda's sex. Every part of her hovers on the edge of completion and the intense slowness her lover forces upon the walls of her sex, only infrustrate the redhaired minx further.

Miranda's hands move to his hips, her legs wrap around his waist and she pulls him in deeper to her, "Please... oh please do not make me wait." Her whimpers of need are full of longing hunger. She feels as if she is about to explode and then he pulls away slightly from her, and there is this desperation that she knows is there, waiting to be fulfilled.

"Oh my Prince, my Akbar... I beg of you, do not torment me," she is almost to the point of frustrated tears, her body so close to exploding she can not stand it. Her back arches, her hard nipples rub against his chest and she shakes violently.

 

[redbaron05]

"Oh my Prince, my Akbar... I beg of you, do not torment me," she is almost to the point of frustrated tears, her body so close to exploding she can not stand it. Her back arches, her hard nipples rub against his chest and she shakes violently.

Hearing the longing need in her pleas for release and feeling his own massive orgasm building in the root of his loins. Akbar increases the speed tempo and power of the stroking of his shaft in and out of her hot wet sex leaning and whispering cum my miranda cum and coat your princes shaft cum with me as i fill you with my hot seed my pet as he arches and drives his shaft deeper into her and explodes deep inside her body his orgasm coursing thru him as his seed shoots deep within her

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Miranda/Prince Akbar

The increased motions of her lover's body, began to take Miranda on that final leap into the burning fire that consumed her very soul. Her body arched, her legs tightened, and her nails dug into his flesh. She was there in that burning inferno, but she knew she could not release this final gift until he commanded it from her.

With the heated whispered words, she delivered her fiery juices to him. Miranda screamed out his name and bucked hard against him. "Oh my Prince," she screamed out, as his body rode her hard and fast, she clawed at his skin, and she came over and over. The orgasm filled every patch of skin on her body, and sweat beaded from her pores, to coat her skin in a glistening sheen.

She continued to absorb each thrust and each quiver of lust that rolled over her fleshly walls. The moistures scent seeped into her nose and she breathed deep, locking in his smell as well as the smell of their mating.

 

[redbaron05]

Prince Akbar / Miranda

After his orgasm rips thru him and he hears her scream his name as she takes the release she deserves he collapses atop of her sated. Wrapping his arms around her and cuddling her close he whispers "your prince is well pleased my precious pet" Softly stroking her hair as he holds her as they come down from the highs of their passions rolling off to her side but pulling her close he dozes with her in his arms.

 

[Babette_____]

Susanne says goodbye to Robert.... - rests with Nackal

"You really think that more women would be willing to share themself with me? Miranda said that the sultan had to allow his slaves to be with other men."

The smile still on his face he pulled her close for another kiss.

"It is I who have to thank you for showing me how much pleasure a woman can give to a man and if you ever have 'need' of me I will be of service."

Susanne smiled seductively at the man and once again pictured him and her new slave in her bed. "Oh Robert, my dear... I may have to take you up on your offer. As to what the beautiful Miranda said, I do believe he shares them, if he shares Miranda with just anyone I do not know. That is something you will have to request from the Sultan himself or from his brother Prince Akbar."

She rose from the bathwater and kissed him softly, "It was a pleasure introducing you to something new, and I do look forward to a repeat performance, perhaps a guest will accompany us... "

Stepping out of the bath she wrapped a lush thick robe around her body, and waved goodbye. As she headed toward her rooms she hummed quietly, she was just within a few feet when the slave maiden who was to serve her while she was there brought her a note.

"You may go for the rest of the evening and return in the morning with our breakfasts," she told the girl as she entered her rooms, and made her way to the bedchamber.

Susanne laid the note on a table and peeled off her robe. Her slave was still resting and she herself felt the need to sleep pull at her. She moved the covers back and climbed in with her slave. With soft fingers she danced them across his skin, and snuggled into his warmth. Taking a deep breath, a heavy sigh escaped her, and she licked the nipple underneath her lips before she laid her head to her slaves chest and fell asleep.

 

[leopardlover]

He wakes at the touch of her tongue to his nipple but does nothing else, just wrapping his arms around her, pulling her to his body so they are in a spooning position. He enjoys the closeness, having not felt it in a while. He looks at her for several moments, watching her sleep. He could escape now he thinks, but then hears a guard's call. And she is warm against him as is the bed, and he is still tired, or so he reasons to himself and thusly makes no attempt to pull away.

"Sleep well beautiful lady"

He whisper, one hand stroking from her collar bone to just below her waist where it ends up before he drifts back into a light sleep.

 

[Logan2]

Robert was a bit sad as she left but he still was more happy then he ever could remeber. Susanne had introduced him to something he was good at and he really liked. Now he just had to get on the sultans good side and get permission to have some of his slaves.

He got out of the water and grabbed one of the robes too but also fetched his clothes from the bench he had put them on. It was strange. Only yesterday he had wondered about all that slave stuff but now he was thinking about getting a pleasure slave for himself.

He went back to his quarters and went to bed. He was tired but sleep wouldn't come as fast as he thought, this new experience had somehow energized his body in a way unknown to him.

 

[poohlive]

Habib could see her looking down at him. He tried to move, closing his legs, shielding from her, but it was hard to do as he lay down only a few feet away. His body shifted uncomfortable, as he sat up.

"I was captured, from a rival camp when I was but a boy. As a slave, I was castrated and taken to work for the Sultan. I have done that ever since, moving up, until I got this prestigious job to look out and guard the harem. I do find it pleasent though, protecting the women. Sometimes people think it is a fluff job, but there is a lot to it. Sometimes I need to care for the sick, as in your case, or make sure they are not treated too roughly by anyone. It has a lot of responsibilities."

The most important keeping himself under control as he sees all of these women running around him, safe and unbothered by his sight. He was a man they could see as undangerous, trustworhy, and in that turn he had to keep his secret even more so... for when he was in intimate places, ever so often that secret got a little bigger to hide.

"A rival Sultan, though. How interesting. Tell me this, you feel good here, comfortable? You wouldn't try to escape would you, go back to your own land?"

 

[cati]

Yasmeen in Radu's chambers

Yasmeen spun around the moment she heard the door close behind her and tried turning the handle. That dog, Radu had indeed locked her in his quarters.

Alone in her secret thoughts, the slave girl circled the room taking in the opulence of the bed chamber, looking at everything, wondering if she should dare touch anything. That man would know if even one item was out of place, of that she was quite sure. The girl padded over to a large ebony bureau and there picked up a brown glass bottle. The poor girl was sadly illiterate and therefore unable to read the label that so neatly spelled out it's contents. Unscrewing the cap the girl sniffed at the sweet fragrance of the perfume. Her keen sense of smell detected the rich heady essence of myrhh with generous overtones of spice and Bay rum. Yasmeen replaced the cap and took stock of the other items on the dressing table. There were few articles of interest, a set of combs and brush inlaid with tortoise shell, a hand mirror encrusted with tiny gemstones and a large magnifying glass. The handmirror she picked up in her dirty fingers to gaze at her features.

Yasmeen was sadly dismayed by her appearance. Her lovely face smudged by dirt and dust, the thin trail of tears still showing through the grime. A pair of soulful brown eyes, now puffy and swollen by tears of fear and frustration stared back at her. Ah well that was over with, she mused, laying the mirror down again on the wardrobe.

A knock came at the door. A puzzled expression spread across Yasmeen's lips as she went to answer it. She pressed her ear to the door... asking,"Who is it?"

"It is only I Miss, Bathsheba, the Sultan's bathgirl."

"I can't open the door, Radu has locked it." Yasmeen called out.

"That will not be a problem, Lord Radu has given me the key Miss."

Thank Allah for that.

Bathsheba entered, her arms heavily laden with various bath items and articles of clothing.

"Lord Radu ask that I come and attend to you Miss."

 

[cati]

A massage.

While Bathsheba laid out the things she had brought with her, Yasmeen prepared for her bath. The bathing area itself was raised off the ground by at least a half meter. Standing guard over the bathing area were two columns of majestic white marble.
The hot air which warmed the fragrant water of the small pool was circulated under the flooring, and heated by a massive wood burning furnace situated underneath the far side of the palace. In addition Yasmeen noticed that Radu had requested that a Turkish style steam room be built adjacent to his bath.
The negro servant girl asked if she could massage and cleanse Yasmeen before she bathed. Yasmeen smiled and nodded.
The already naked Yasmeen, lay down on the raised settee letting her arms dangle down it's sides. The attractive negress came to her side with towels and several flasks of scented oil. With skillful hands, Bathsheba began the sensuous ritual of massaging the slave' girl's flesh. First, she annointed her back and legs with a thin stream of cardamom and orange infused olive oil, then with soft expert hands the other woman kneaded and stroked the girl's supple curves. The friction of her hands had a lovely, warm, calming effect and slowly eased the tension of the girl's frazzled nerves.
The servant was careful not to handle the harem girl's sex beyond the quick palming of her buttocks and then only to apply the scented oil. Yasmeen yawned and stretched like a panther, as she felt her muscles relax under the woman's touch. Her soft skin glistening all over with the perfumed oil. The masseuse produced a strigil, a curved metal implement with which she proceeded to gently scrape off the oily dirt and grime from Yasmeen's skin. Finally the other girl rubbed her down with towels not of linen, but made from the softest, purest lamb's wool.
Yasmeen sighed heavily, disappointed that the cleansing massage was over so soon. Stepping down from the table she thanked the servant for her work and dismissed her. The girl re-locked the door behind her as she left.

 

[gypsy4191]

Almira and Habib

"A rival Sultan, though. How interesting. Tell me this, you feel good here, comfortable? You wouldn't try to escape would you, go back to your own land?"

Almira wondered how to answer this question, was Habib leading her into a trap? Looking at him sitting across from her she could detect nothing but curiosity in his expression.

"In a heartbeat. I belong with my father, helping him rule our people. Though i must admit, much to my disgust i am becoming quite comfortable here in the harem. But i will still be constantly looking for a way to escape"

Almira got up and stretched Sensuallly in front of Habib, delibrately teasing him.
Walking behind him she dropped her hands to his shoulders and bent down so that a veil of her Silky Black hair hid her and Habib from sight for a moment in time.

"My friend" she whispered millimeters froms his ear, causing her warm moist breath to skitter across his ear and down his neck.

"My second secret is that i am a "seer"" She stopped and lightly ran her tounge up and around the outside of Habib's ear.

"I know things that no other knows" This was accompanied by Almira running her hands down the front of Habib's chest.

"But if it is a secret that must be kept for fear of someone's safetly, i am your woman"

Almira Left his side and went back to her cushions

"So Habib, is there anything else you want to tell me?"

 

[ZuesTheGod]

Kenneth

The afternoon was coming to an end, Kenneth could feel the shifting of the air, and the coolness of early evening approaching, he had wondered when Lady Rolith would recieve his missive. He would if necessary find a way to reach her side, and make it known that she needed to find a way for him to be welcomed into the Sultan's presence.

Kenneth had made out a rough map of the palace grounds and he hoped that getting inside if even for a moment would give him a chance to make one of the inside. He gathered up his winnings and went back to his loft, he would send a letter to his estates letting them know what was happening. He also would inform them that he had located his sister and was working on a way to bring her home.

It was going to be a long slow battle, but he was determined to bring her home. He wondered if she would remember her English birthname and what was her name now? What was she like? Was she anything like their parents? Questions assaulted his mind as he headed out toward the market place to seek the next ship that would be taking trades to the English.

 

[poohlive]

How long had it been since he had this opportunity from a woman before, being this close, feeling her skin on his own, her hands roaming where they will, her smell overpowering him to no end. Even as he stood watch over the baths, taking in the beauty of the harem as they bathed, unaware of his secret, he still could not imagine this intimacy.

"My dear, we all have secrets," Habib said, looking up at her in their privacy. Her hair had turned them off from the world, a safehouse inside a safehouse, where even the walls could not detain their conversation.

"I happen to be understanding of those inside the harem that do not wish to be. I have been known to help people escape from time to time. I have connections, and access that no one else has. Believe me when I say, if you want to escape from here alive, I think you will need my help."

Of course, there were various forms of secrets. Habib did not know if she were a true seer, just what she saw. From what he understoof of the art, it was fickle and open for interpretation.

"Tell me," Habib said, one of his hands moving up her arm, warm soft skin playing with his own, drivin him wild, "If you are a seer, then what do you see?"

 

[Joe Schmoe]

The Sultan speaks to the Slaver Dharmil

Jalal and the Grand Vizier closed off the raucous sounds of celebration and settled down to business. Those waiting to speak to the Sultan had been more than patient and he was eager to free them up to join in with the other guests.

"My Sultan, this is the Honorable Dharmil who wishes to speak to you on behalf of a slave he feels would interest you."

Jalal nodded and the two men clasped arms and the Slaver order the boy to come stand beside him.

The Sultan motioned for the slave to step forward and Jalal gave him an inspection as he asked questions to the Slaver.

"Is he named? Is he trained? Is is health good. Have you ever studded him out? What is his background and lineage? How did you come to obtain the boy?"

Pleased with what he saw he nodded to his advisor who left only to return with a small pouch of gems.

 

[Logan2]

Roberts wakes and lookes around. His first thought is that all that had happend was just a delecious dream but as he looks around he can see that he still is in his quartes in the sultans palace and he still is nude. All that had happend with Susanne was real and not only a dream.

He look outside and guessed that he hadn't slept that long, one or two hours at most and so it sill was evening. Perhaps he could get another woman for the night, he had to ask the sultan.

He pulled on the rope to summon a guard and ask him if he could see the sultan. The guard told him that the sultan was busy at the moment but that he would be called as soon as the sultan saw fit.

 

[Joe Schmoe]

Madeline is brought to be sold

The Slaver began to sort through the girls that he wanted to bring before the Sultan. Only those that he believed would not only catch the eye of Jalal but also catch a smart sum for the Slaver.

Pointing from one to another he barked to them to step out and each that did was removed from the chain. Iron collars were removed and the guards of the caravan split to assume their responsibilites between the kept and the offered girls.

One of the first was the tall leggy dark haired Westerner, Madeline. They swept off the covering she was under and detected the swoon that threatened to drop the girl.

"Tend to her, get her ready! Do not let her fall or faint!". the Slaver quickly sent orders to his men to get the girls looking their best to be viewed by the Sultan.

A turban and cloaked man quickly brought the massive waterskin to her and held it up as it began to spew water on her face and lips to cool her off.

"Open!"

He gave her just enough to drink to quell her parched mouth and throat then went on down the line.

Once the Slaver had his chosen and they were readied he lead them in the palace to meet the Sultan.

The ceremonies were in full swing so an advisor escorted them to an small antechamber.

"Please wait here and I will inform the Sultan. He shall be with you shortly."

 

[gypsy4191]

Almira reavels her gift to Habib

"Tell me," Habib said, one of his hands moving up her arm, warm soft skin playing with his own, drivin him wild, "If you are a seer, then what do you see?"

Almira leant further over Habib's shoulder so more of her hair hung down, covering them in their own private world. Placing her lips right agaisnt his ear she whispered

"I know my friend, that you are not what you claim to be, even to the Sultan you have not told the full truth. I know that it must be hard for you." Almira Smiled at this play on words, and decided to harass Habib a bit more.

She knew she was safe to play with Habib this way, not because of what he was meant to be, that certainly wouldn't save her. No she was safe becasue Habib couldn't afford to do anything with so many people around, especially as a herbalist was due any moment now.

Almira gentlely tounged Habib's ear, from the inside, slowly running her tounge out and along the rim. From there she ran her tounge down Habib's neck and the gentle kissed and nibbled the spot where his neck met his shoulders.

All the while Almira was running her hands up and down Habib's chest, playing with his chest hairs, gently tugging on them. Her hands splayed out and her fingers found his nipples, she started gently tweaking them slowing getting harder and harder until she got them to stand out like hard little diamonds from his chest.

She heard a noise at the door and knew that it was a herabilst that Habib had sent for. Slowly raising her head she gently allowed herself to flop across Habib's lap.

For the Herabilst's ears she said "Thank you Habib, i still feel very faint, you have been atking such good care of me, i don't think i could supposrt my own weight."

for Habib's ears only she murmured "My dear friend i will keep your secret safe, in any way i can."

 

[cati]

Yasmeen bathes.

Yasmeen carefully piled her hair on the top of her head, fixing her long tresses neatly in place with two very elegant ivory combs as she sauntered over to the bath. The bath itself had been beautifully inlaid with tiles of mother of pearl, tourqouis and lapis lazuli. The Italian masons had created a wonderful oceanic scene on the bottom and sides of the large sink, where a series of short marble steps led the bather into the fragrant waters beyond.
Bathsheba in her wisdom had lit several copper sensors containing scented oil before she left, the soft scent of oakmoss and cedar filling the room with their woodsy aroma. Yasmeen was enchanted by every bit of it. The girl unwrapped the soft bath sheet from around her shoulders and let it slip to the floor in a small heap. She then stepped down into the warm water of the bath, lolling in its gentle waves, letting her shoulders and body relax completely in the clear liquid that now enveloped her lush curves.

Mmm this is indeed heaven she thought to herself.

As she lay in the luxury of the bath, Yasmeen decided that perhaps it was time to let destiny take it's course. She pondered the departing words of the servant Bathsheba.

"It is you who can make him know the meaning of sadness and fear. I know the thirst that consumes Lord Radu. For him you can be a spring of living water which will move and soften his heart."

Yasmeen reached for a luxurious bar of imported soap that had been fatted with rich lanolin and scented with the tiny buds of the English lavender bush. Pressing the bar to her nose, the girl took in the soft aroma of the gentle herb, hoping that it's warm scent would linger on her skin long after her bath had ended. Each of her arms and legs received a good scrubbing but she paid particular attention to the heavenly mound of soft slave flesh between her thighs.
Working up a gentle lather in her hands, she slipped two fingers between the wet folds of her succulent tattooed cunt, rubbing along each side of her pleasure hole... doodling lightly over the pink nub that would pay homage to anyone who might desire to eat from the slave slut's molten honey pot.
The Arabian night was slowly beginning to take on a sensuous dreamlike quality and she revelled in it.

 

[Microwave0ven]

"Is he named? Is he trained? Is is health good. Have you ever studded him out? What is his background and lineage? How did you come to obtain the boy?"

"We have not renamed him, so he has kept his original name, Jaden. He is partially trained, since he's only been a slave for a few months, and he is usually very complacent. He is healthy, has not been studded out. His parents were not with him when we obtained him from a good man who often supplies us with slaves." The handler quickly reeled off the answers. He was rewarded as the Sultan nodded and his vizier went out of the room, only to return with a small bag of gems.

Dharmil's eyes positively gleamed at the small sum the Sultan was offering for the slave. It may be a paltry sum to the Sultan, but it was a small fortune for him. "Thank you, oh great and wise one!" he clasped arms with the Sultan again and bowed his way out of the room, pulling the handler with him and leaving the boy there to be dealt with as the Vizier saw fit.

"Go with the maid there and get cleaned up." ordered the Vizier, unchaining him and pointing to a maid who was standing at the side of the room.

Jaden nodded and followed the girl out while the Sultan moved on to other matters of business.

 

[Elayne]

Madeline flinched as the Chief Slaver walked down the line, pointing at girls, seemingly almost at random. She was one of the first picked and one of the slavers twisted a key in the iron lock around her neck, freeing her.

For a brief moment, Madeline entertained a fantasy about running, though she was too unsteady on her feet for that. She stumbled slightly as the guard pulled her out of line.

Madeline flinched a second time as the slaver seized the front of the heavy black haik that they had stuffed her in during the long march. The man gave a hard tug and the coarse black robe slid up, briefly trapping her arms as he pulled it over her head and discarded it. Madeline yelped self conciously. The slavers had torn her Western velvet dress off her immediately after capturing her and had kept her nude under the coarse robe. She folded her arms demurely across her breasts and sex, hunched forward as her pale skin was revealed.

Before she could protest, another burly slaver walked up to her with a waterskin. He barked a brief command as he raised the skin, pouring the blessedly cool water into her waiting mouth. Water spilled down her chin and beads dripped along her shoulders and trickled down to her pale breasts. Madeline almost moaned in relief. The moisture on her lips and throat did wonders to restore her after the march.

She was still savoring the memory of the water on her lips when a brief brush of leather at her hip made her start. Two of the slavers were using goads to herd the small group of selected girls forward into the waiting palace. Madeline was hustled through the mosaic halls, her bare feet slapping on the Eastern tiles, till the group was halted in a large antechamber.

The heavy shouldered slaver ordered them to wait as he stepped into the room beyond.

Madeline looked at the other girls, all showing nervousness as they tried to straighten themselves. She realized, a bit self conciously, that she too had almost without thinking begun straightening her raven hair. Madeline forced her back to stiffness. Whatever happens, I'll meet my fate with dignity, she resolved, looking at the imposing doors anxiously.

 

[DrStein]

Radu made his way quickly back to the grand hall, only to learn that the Sultan had already left to inspect the new batch of slaves. A minor inconvenience. At least that silly girl hadn't drawn any unwanted attention to him or his secret passages.

Asking a vizier where the Sultan was now, Radu told him to deliver the message that his task was complete, and he was now going to his chambers to attend to the girl Yasmeen as ordered. Only a select few viziers knew of Radu's true purpose, so he had to continue to keep his job at the palace vague. He knew most of them suspected he was nothing more than a spy for the family, and that was the closest anyone ever got to the truth. Best to keep it that way.

Once the vizier departed with the message, Radu swiftly returned to his chambers. His every movement was silent as his own shadow. When he came to Yasmeen, he wanted it to be a surprise. She knew what his purpose was. Therefor, she had best know that if he ever came for her, she would never know until it was too late.

He unlocked the door and slipped inside without a sound. The door shutting behind him made only the faintest of clicks before Radu inspected the room. She was not here. Most likely still bathing.

He crossed over to the private bath, and indeed there she was. It only took Radu a moment to note the look on her face, the angle of her arm as it vanished beneath the water, and the light flush to her skin to realize she was masturbating. He folded his arms over his chest and watched in silence.

 

[shadowoftheheart]

I returned to the Sultan's palace. I had taken care of the slave, and had been summoned back to the port to take care of an issue with one of my father's ships. A minor issue, involving some cargo that had spoilt.

The sultan was absent, so I decided to retire to the chamber that I had been shown to earlier, to await his convience. I of course wanted to negotiate favorable trade terms with his sultanate and my father's company.

I slipped into a comfortable set of silk pajamas that my father had privided me. Privacy was minimal in this land, I knew, and I had to remain careful. I had seen females acting as slavers, much to my surprise and in stark contrast to what I ha understood was the position of women in this land. I still feared discovery as I did not know how the Sultan would react to being deceived....

 

[poohlive]

Habib made a small bow as the herbalist asked him to set her down on the pillows. He did as asked, giving her one last look of curiousity before he resumed a position of watchman over the room.

She certainly did belong in a Harem, he could tell that much. The way she could be so coy, and tease with just the right intent. He had not felt that way in a long time, not many Harem girls knew of his secret, only a select few he had helped rescue or that he truly trusted. He didn't believe anyone could just guess by looking at him.

Habib spent a lot of tim working out, most men castrated ballooned up, not just fat, but muscle. They were big and bulky, which made Habib's job all that more difficult. He had to work to get himself this way, to look as other men looked.

She did say she was psychic. What a weird thing to hook up on as a seer though. Most told futures or fought to understand troubled past, not to unlock deep dark secrets.

Perhaps she wasn't a seer then, just someone very keen and sensitive. In which case, he would have to be more careful in the future. If she could see through some flimsy disguise, surely others could as well. People who would not be as nice as her, not keep his seccret, use it to hound over him or even reveal him to the world, and have him killed.

Habib waited for the herbalist to leave, before he bowed once more to Almira, "Is there anything else you need?"