<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/>Her body was at a fever pitch, muscles stretched tight as Shazadi surrendered completely to the pleasure that Rashid orchestrated for her. It devoured her, encompassing every fiber of her being, and as it took her, just as he himself took her, she could sense the feral presence of her Goddess around their writhing bodies just at the edge of her awareness, savoring the intensity of their coupling. Tarmani’s presence infused her with renewed energy, allowing Shazadi to give in to their passionate dance even more fully, hips slowing and lowering herself to the surface of the bench as the aftershocks of her release began to subside. In the back of her mind she knew she was being selfish; somehow she should be giving him more. But that thought did not survive long under the assault of Rashid’s hips.<br/><br/>In the short span of time between one breath and the next, Rashid doubled his efforts to please and ravish her. His lips were finally cooler on her skin as a sheen of sweat began to coat it, burnishing it to a glow in the alcove’s low light. Underneath, blood rose to the surface to color her skin with a rosy blush that betrayed the heat underneath. There could be no true recovery from a rider as skilled as he. Every thrust drove his cock against the sensitive spot deep inside her, and his fingers were relentless. Soon, she was panting and gasping, wrapping her foot around his neck to pull him closer.<br/><br/>By the time Rashid urged her to come again, all Shazidi could do was nod as he sent her tumbling headlong into another storm of unbridled pleasure.<br/>