<div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v622/Jagwaar/shazadi12b_zpsbdi1kpro.jpg)</div><hr/><strong>Name:</strong>Shazadi<br/><strong>Race/Culture:</strong>Jinn-Blooded Bedu<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Crimson Palace (con't from The Thirteen Monkeys)<br/><strong>Day/Time:</strong>Yaus al-Niwt (Day of Houses), Amt (first month) of Alak Paret (Harvest Season), Late Morning<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Rashid<br/><hr/><br/>“I don’t care what anyone else thinks,” Shazadi panted, a note of desperation in her voice. “Let them stare, and think what they want – and wish it was their arms around me,<em>their </em>hand between my legs, driving me<em>mad</em>. Let them seethe with envy as I<em>burn</em>for you.” Pausing, her grin sharpened. “And, when have you ever known me to tire out too early?”<br/><br/>It was only when Rashid finally ceased his teasing and gave in to her pleas, issuing one final command of his own before she stole his voice away with her kiss that Shaza finally relinquished all control over to him. Unable to hold back the response of her body under his skillful; fingers, she gave up all pretense of withholding anything from him, and simply let go, letting her belly undulate with every stroke of his fingers. Her toes curled against the tile, knees drawing up against Rashid as he worked her relentlessly, feeling pressure building between her legs like the whirling sands in a storm. She groaned against his mouth, kissing him as fiercely as the desert wind or a cat in heat, each breath shared between them.<br/><br/>Somewhere deep inside her being, Shazadi felt the Goddess’ approval. Tamarni looked down on the two of them and their lusty enjoyment of each other and smiled. And as Rashid’s fingers curled and clutched at her sex, pressing against the most sensitive parts of her body and his thumb ceaselessly teased her clit, she felt the tide of pleasure within her body crash over some internal wall, spilling over and sending a cascade of sensation up into her belly and down her thighs as her muscles clamped down on Rashid’s fingers, spasming rhythmically as she cried out against his mouth. Her fingers somehow found the muscles of his arm, pressing hard enough to leave their impressions as she rode along one wave of pleasure after another, teeth grazing along the surface of his tongue to capture his lower lip, drawing it out as she shuddered in his arms, lost to anything else in that moment but what he had given her.<br/>