<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/><em>“There is no competition between us, habibi. I will break first, of that I have no doubt. For I have neither the desire nor the will to resist the pleasure you will give me. The only real question here, is how many times will you make me come before you do? Is this not your duty? And when you do, I will milk you dry.”  </em><br/><br/>Her words were more potent than any aphrodisiac. As her one leg wrapped around his waist to pull him deeper into her, he lifted one hand to slide along the slender, toned length of the leg which now rested her foot upon his shoulder. He couldn't believe how quickly she opened her body to him, her thighs spreading to beckon him onwards, her legs wrapping around him to stop him from departing. She was a goddess among mortals, her body a blessing to any man who was fortunate enough to gaze upon it, and here she was sharing it with a man as simple as Rashid. He was determined to gift his friend with as much pleasure as he could in exchange for her gift of pleasure to him.<br/><br/>"Then let us see how long I can extend your pleasure." He whispered, his eyes burning with need as he slid his manhood deeper inside of her. He tilted his face lower, planting gentle kisses along the side of the foot and ankle that rested upon his chest, his eyes never leaving hers. The hand which rested upon her hip still drifted along the smooth, toned lines of her belly, his hand fanning out to caress her silken flesh. His fingers gracefully traced the whorls and twists of her tattoos, his fingers dancing just above her pubic mound while he slowly, deliberately, tauntingly, sheathed his aching cock inside of her. Each second was torture as he eased himself inside of her, his body was screaming at him to drive himself home now, hard, and fast! But he refused, he barely managed to hold his need in check, determined to extend this as long as he could. So as his hips finally touched hers, he let his eyes close, and his head tilted back, a moan of sheer ecstasy escaping his lips as her velvet vise clamped tight around his cock and massaged it in a desperate demand to keep it inside of her. He held himself there for a few seconds, his fingers continuing their tease of her flesh, his lips still kissing and nibbling along the side of her foot and ankle.<br/><br/>Then he opened his eyes and stared hard into hers, his hand flattened upon her mound and his thumb sought out her clit with gentle, brushing strokes as he withdrew himself from her with a pace just as deliberately slow. His hand upon her belly stopped her from moving her hips to encourage him to speed up, a smile upon his face as he focused on teasing and pleasuring her body. Once his cock was nearly all the way withdrawn from her, he started. With a firm thrust, he buried himself to the hilt inside of her with a wet slap of their bodies announcing the contact, and he continued with a strong, steady pace. He gazed hard into her eyes, watching her pleasure, intent on seeing that first crescendo overtake her.