<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/>At the sight of Rashid, standing naked and rampant at the other end of the alcove, muscles carved in eloquent symmetry on his lithe form, standing in perfect relief against his café au lait skin, she sucked in a low, husky breath, pulling her lower lip up over her teeth and capturing it there between them. As he walked towards her, she watched in open admiration. Every muscle rippled in perfect harmony as he moved, honed to perfection by the demanding rigor and practice of his Dance. The bucket slowly slipped from her hand, spilling water over the lip as the bottom struck the floor to wet her feet. As he exhaled her name, his voice wove a spell between them and as he took her face in his hands, she lifted her chin eagerly, more than ready for another kiss. When he spoke again, the intensity of desire in his voice and the fire in his eyes made her knees weak.<br/><br/>Setting her hands on his shoulders, Shazadi spread her fingers, slowly tracing the contours of Rashid’s muscles with both her eyes and touch, letting her fingertips follow the hard planes of his chest to his stomach, using them guide her exploration further as they traced the line of muscle that cut over his hips and lead to his groin. There her fingers found his cock, engorged and waiting for her touch. Taking his cock in both hands, she stepped closer, pressing her lips to the sweet spot where the muscles of his neck met his shoulder, while her fingers worked back and forth along the length, one thumb swirling over the swollen head while the other hand stole down the shaft to cup and massage his balls.<br/><br/>“Is there no room for me to fan the flames of your desire further, Rashid?” she murmured, gently nipping his skin while her fingers tightened around his cock before soothing the offended flesh with the tip of her tongue. “Or are you so close to breaking now, that such pleasures must be saved for later?” Opening her mouth, she slowly dragged her tongue up the side of his neck, until she could whisper in his ear.<br/><br/>“If so, you need only remove the cloth the still separates us,” she said in a voice like silk, “and I am<em>yours</em>for the taking.”<br/>