<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/>The fingers of Shazadi ignited fires of desire as they trailed down his body. He had trained his body to obey his every command, was a creature of perfect balance and harmony, but her fingers were enough to send a deliciously discordant note through his soul. As both her hands wrapped around his cock, his hips jerked forward, his breath inhaled sharply and a low moan of her name left his lips when her own blessed lips planted a hot kiss to the flesh of his neck. Her lips were the first note of the crescendo of this discordant harmony, his body betraying him as shivers of pleasure tingled through his flesh, the hot wave of desire crashing through his body, his cock like a lightning rod, receiving flash after flash of sensuous pleasure as her hands played about his flesh, as her thumb rode along the head of his cock it would become wetted with a drop of pre, his manhood begging for more of the attention it was now blissfully receiving. He tilted his neck to let her lips and tongue have free reign of his flesh, and gave another pleased grunt as her hand grasped and massaged his balls.<br/><br/><em>“Is there no room for me to fan the flames of your desire further, Rashid? Or are you so close to breaking now, that such pleasures must be saved for later?” </em><br/><br/>Her sexual taunt enflamed him, as did her tender ministrations. He looked down at her, as one hand reached up and gripped the thin fabric of her towel. With a single tug he ripped it from her body and cast it away. His eyes were fed a feast as they looked down upon her mocha flesh, the whorls and twists of her tattoos drawing the eye here and there, and always to parts of her body that he found very interesting. His hands lifted to grasp her breasts, and his lips and teeth nipped at her ear as he lay his cheek against hers. The soft weight of her breasts filled his hands deliciously, and with a smile he ran his thumbs across her nipples, teasing, playing, exploring.<br/><br/>"Shazadi, you can fan the flames of my desire higher than any other. But right now, I can't wait any longer." He murmured with a lick to her ear and a delicate squeezing of her breasts. His hands then lowered to her hips, and stepping back, guided her towards one of the benches in the room. But his patience gave out, and both hands slipped around her thighs, and with his cock now pressed hard against her silken belly, the smooth friction against his burning hot member enough to make his close his eyes in bliss, he lifted her up. His lips seized upon hers in a fire of need, and pulling that soft body against his hard, scarred one, he delighted in the feel of her breasts pressed hard to his chest. With the ease of his Dance, he brought himself down to a kneeling position at the head of one of the benches, and gently, as though caring for fine porcelain, he rested Shazadi upon it. He broke their kiss, and with one hand gently pressed to her shoulder, directing her to lay back upon the bench.<br/><br/>He knelt there, between her thighs, his hardness throbbing and laying near her sex, but for a moment, he just took in the sight of her creamy mocha flesh. He leaned forward, his hands skating up from her thighs, along her hips, until they again filled themselves with her breasts. The tender, pliant flesh a delight as his thumbs teased her nipples once more, his hands worshiping her body as he tried to draw as much pleasure from her as the sight of her gave him. His mouth lowered to plant a kiss and lick in the center of her chest between those orbs, and as he looked up to meet her gaze, he gave a playfully hungry growl. This was what lovemaking was supposed to be. An exploration of one another, a way to find new pleasures, and revisit old ones, even if only for a night. So he approached her body with an equal share of reverence and fierce playfulness, determined to milk every ounce of pleasure he could from his time with this blessed woman. He drew himself back up, and rested his hands upon her hips, letting his eyes feast on the glorious body that was laid out before him. He shifted his hips, letting his iron hard and needy cock press against her wetted sex. But he paused there, his hands clenched upon his hips carefully, but forcefully.<br/><br/>"Now Shazadi, we will see who breaks first." He growled playfully as he started to ease his hips forward with a slow, steady pressure.