The Silk Seraglio (PM if interested)

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Thanjavur the Magnificent was a kingdom, of grand and immense dimensions, and also a city, thriving and prosperous, and yet again a castle, hewn from the red rock of the land. All three Thanjavurs were ruled by one, and only one, king, his glorious eminence the Maharajah Markandeya Jagdish Mahanagalingam Chola. His ascent to the throne at the young age of twenty-three upon the death of his illustrious father had provoked several attacks of opportunity from the neighbouring realms, particularly the nation of the odious Sultan Bey to the southwest, but to Markandeya these distractions had merely provided a chance to earn an additional sobriquet of "the Mighty".

The Chola king found himself this evening wandering, as he usually did after a strenuous bout of shatranj, down to the scented damask halls of his royal harem. The torches lining the passage cast a ruddy glow upon the walls, mingling with the redder light of the setting sun and drenching the air with an incarnadine hue. Admiring the effect it made contrasting with his own azure garb, the king stepped through into the cool air of the seraglio.

Immediately, but deliberately, a woman with her face shrouded in silk rose from the immense mahogany desk she had been seated at all day, and moved to prostrate herself before her Lord.

"Rise, O Zarina" called out the Maharajah, pleased at the Veiled Lady's ever punctiliously correct decorum "I seek solace from my intellectual rigours with the soft flesh of woman. What have we in the harem which would suit a King's taste?"


(OOC: This is a semi-open format. HottieKatie will play the main concubines, but we're very interested in new playmates as well. Please PM either of us before posting so as disrupt the narrative as minimally as possible. Enjoy the thread!)
 
The woman immediately rose at his words and clasped her hands. At the sound, three young ladies appeared by her side.

"Mighty Markandeya, I am pleased to inform you that today we have three new girls around us. They are a present form Sultan Bayezid. In appreciation of all you have done for him lately, he has sento you a present for your birthday", Zarina said, and pointed at the three girls by her side.

The girl in the middle was fairer-skinned than the other two, which had more Indian features. All of them were just wrapped in a red thin sheered piece of cloth that left nothing to imagination, all of their curves being quite apparent.

"Their names are Shakuntala, Padma and Jaya", Zarina continued, looking at a note in his hand, pointing at each girl. "Shakuntala was at the Sultan service for some months, and he guarantees that she is the most exceptional girl he has ever been with. About Padma, he said that she has been trained and taught by his best concubine in the arts of lovemaking since her youth, yet she has known no man. He was saving her to give as a present and has decided you should be the one to get her. Finally, Jaya, is the youngest and more innocent. She is untouched too although she has no training, but Bayezid sent her for her obviously fascinating beauty"

At her description, the girls made a bow to the Maharajah.

"Bayezid hopes you like his present and wishes you have a great time with them." she finished reading.

"Would you like to get to know any of them now?", she finally said
 
The Lord of Thanjavur rested his gaze upon each of the young lovelies in turn. That poxy old villain Bayezid had made him quite the pretty present this time. Markandeya realized that he would likely pay for this boon in spades when it came time to renegotiate their rights to the river next spring, but for now he was delighted to look upon the beauty of his new concubines.

The girl named after Kalidasa's heroine was tall and lovely, and the smouldering heat of her dark gaze assaulted him as she cheekily peeked up from her bowed head. Jaya, the victorious, was shorter and darker and fuller of figure, with a well-formed bottom and an ample bosom. What the young king found most interesting, though, was the girl with a floral name, whose milky skin could have come from the distant Punjab or tranquil Gujarat, but seemed fairer by far than even the beauties of those mild climes.

"Tell me, mistress Zarina" he enquired of the veiled lady, "this Padma, she is not a daughter of Bharat, is she? From whence does she hail?"

Markandeya was happy to see the two Indian beauties immediately begin pouting and frowning over his interest in the heathen girl. It was a vital matter than the harem remain in fierce conflict over who would receive the supreme honour each night of tending to his Royal loins. The rewards for remaining in his favour were great, and it was best not spoken of the sad, neglectful fate that befell girls who began to slip his notice.
 
As Markandeya looked upon them, the three girls had different reactions.

Shakuntala was a little uninterested at first. She counted on her experience and she was pretty sure he would choose her first. She had been always been Bayezid's favourite and she was sure it wouldn't change that much as soon as her new master knew more about her.

Padma was curious. She knew everything about what would happen sometime soon, but she had never really experienced her lessons, so she was somehow worried about not doing everything as she had been taught. Her trainers had always told her how good she was, but she had never faced the real deal.

Jaya was a little scared. She knew what she had been led to, but she had no real understanding of it. No training, no experience... But she was not afraid. It was a real honour to have been chosen as a Lord's concubine.

However, all of them where surprised when he showed so quick interest in Padma, and just her.

"Tell me, mistress Zarina... this Padma, she is not a daughter of Bharat, is she? From whence does she hail?"

"Well... No, she isn't." Zarina answered quickly. "Though we don't really know who her parents are, my Lord. She was abandoned as a baby, some say she might be daughter of some Occidental people... because of her fair skin. But no one knows for sure."

The other two girls were a bit upset. Jaya was sad she had't been as outstanding as the white girl, and Shakuntala was plain jealous.

"I take it you might be interested in experiencing her tonight, Sir?", Zarina said, as she approached the shy girl, leaving the other two close behind.
 
The Maharaja chortled, delighted at the pouts and sour looks the Indian girls put on as he showed favour to the white stranger in their midst. Part of the young King's general cruelty was toying with the emotions of his pets merely for the fun of it, and knowing full well the esteem the courtesans would accumulate should he show them any favour at all, let alone a sustained interest, he relished in playing the seraglio against itself.

"I take it, my lovelies, that you feel you could do better for your Maharaja than some Occidental slattern?" he gently enquired of the dusky pair of lovelies, not pausing for them to answer.

"Disrobe, all of you. Cup your hands under your bosoms, and describe to me the relative qualities of your own charms, and the deficiencies of your two rivals. Then, turn thee about, grasp thine ankles, and attempt to entice your king with a catalogue of the delights your nethers could bring me this night" the handsome man said, winking at the Mistress, who was always pleased for his Majesty to amuse himself this way, and regarded the opportunity to critically examine the courtesans' displays as an important chance to correct any deficiencies in their sexual appeal.
 
"I take it, my lovelies, that you feel you could do better for your Maharaja than some Occidental slattern? Disrobe, all of you. Cup your hands under your bosoms, and describe to me the relative qualities of your own charms, and the deficiencies of your two rivals. Then, turn thee about, grasp thine ankles, and attempt to entice your king with a catalogue of the delights your nethers could bring me this night"

At his words, Shakuntala was the quickest to move, knowing what becoming the Maharaja's favorite would mean. With so much ability she let her rob fall down, and was the first to be naked in front of the man she was planning to impress. She put her hands as told as started talking.

"Master, I assure you I'm the best of the three. I have plenty of knowledge about men's desires and I can do whatever you want me to. I am here to fulfill your desires and I intend to do so in the best way possible. I have experience, which these two little girls lack of, and I love for my owner to be pleased with me, so I won't never disappoint you".

Right after, she continued following his orders, turning around and lowering her upper body, grabbing her ankles with both her hands. But she made a small stop with her right hand in her lower lips, to rub herself, and show the man she was ready to accept him inside her.

In the meantime, Padma and Jaya took their time in getting naked too, as they lacked the other girl's experience, they needed more time to feel conformable being naked.

As the other girl finished, Padma was the next to talk.

"Sir, I don't have my companion's experience, but I have been trained by the best and I learn fast. So anything I might lack, I can be taught in no time". She was a bit nervous, not having been asked to talk about herself before. But she wanted to make a good impression so she tried to do her best. "And I can also offer you an exotic different body"

Padma didn't know what else to say. She had been trained to please and do what she was told, but this was new for her. So she just finished, turned around and held her toes with her fingers, showing a little bit more of flexibility than the first girl.

Jaya was next, but was completely lost at what to say. She had no training, hadn't been in a situation like that before, and couldn't find anything that made her better than the other two girls. So she was sincere.

"My Lord, I don't know what can I say about myself, apart what anybody can obviously see. I guess I'll just have to wait for my turn to discover what I am good at" she said and she copied the other girls movements, but not being able to reach her feet, just grabbing her lower leg with her hands.

Somehow, Jaya hoped that she wasn't the chosen one, she did not know what to do. She was so young and knew nothing about that world she had just been introduced to.
 
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