<div class="floatleft">(http://images2.fanpop.com/images/photos/5700000/Kingdom-Of-Heaven-kingdom-of-heaven-5751717-400-225.jpg)</div><hr/><strong>Name:</strong>Rashid<br/><strong>Race/Culture:</strong>Bedu<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Crimson Palace (continued 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>Shazadi<br/><hr/><br/><br/>"Oh, but what would people think if you found your release so publicly. I'd hate for you to tire out too early." He murmured in reply to her threat. "Well, since I am hoping to find you holding my pleasure in your hands, I think I'll be merciful." With a look of mischief in his eye and a lusty chuckle he began to speed up the workings of his fingers.<br/><br/>When he felt the wet heat of her mouth closing over his ear lobe and her teeth nipping down upon it, a groan of pleasure slipped from his lips. When she gave him her command, he looked at her with eyes driven hot with need.<br/><br/>"As you command my queen of beauty. Come for me Shazadi, give me your pleasure." He whispered before her lips claimed his, and her fingers dug hard into his ass. The needy, desperate hunger in her kiss and the hungry grasp of her fingers drove him to new heights, made him feel sexual and hungry as this woman of unparalleled beauty was demanding he give her the pleasure she so desperately required. So his thumb rolled over her clit more firmly, his fingers delving harder, faster, as deep as he could. Her moisture coating his fingers and easing his efforts to drive her over that climax. Wishing he was able to use his manhood instead to drive her over the end. As their lips and tongues battled, sharing the wet heat of their desire he could taste the juice, spices, and distinct flavor of Shazadi. Their breath mingled, their bodies and souls becoming one as he drove her harder, faster to what she needed, to push her past that first plateau of pleasure she was racing towards, an appetizer for the events yet to come.<br/><br/>"