<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/>“If you knew<em>all </em>that I wished for habibi,” Shazadi crooned in between heated breaths, lips pulled back in a wanton smile of pure abandonment, “You’d be<em>far</em>more concerned for<em>yourself</em>. I can take anything you give me.” Her words trailed off, dissolving into a series of gasps and sighs as his fingers pinched her clit and his mouth and lips devoured her skin, all the while maintaining his rhythmic pace, driving his cock in and out of her. Rashid’s ability to do such things had always amazed her, but she had always imagined that it was yet one more part of his Dance, being able to do so many things at once, to offer her so many different sensations at once, putting her own pleasure above his. It made him a spectacular lover, one in truth she could never forget and by which all others were judged. Even now, as pressure and tension began to surge and build between her legs, he reminded her that she had yet to learn all that he was capable of.<br/><br/>“…<em>nnnnngh</em>, yeeessss…”<br/><br/>His hand slid sinuously down the length of her thigh, igniting every nerve along the way before it settled on her hip, taking hold of her for leverage as the tempo of his dance increased.<br/><br/>“Dear<em>Gods</em>, Rashid…”<br/><br/>There was no holding back now, even if she’d wanted to. Shazadi fell back onto the bench, reaching over her head to take hold of the slats above her as Rashid pounded his cock inside her, pressing her foot hard against the clenching muscles of his ass with each ravenous thrust as her stomach rippled against the hand still holding her down as she desperately tried to lift her hips to meet him.<br/><br/>Shazadi had no more words as her orgasm claimed her; instead her cries would have to speak for her. As pleasure erupted between her legs and began to roll through her, she arched her back up off the bench and pressed her head against it, gasping and writhing beneath him as her cunt clamped down on Rashid’s cock. Her thighs trembled, tightening around his body to hold him to her, urging him to keep going, and as she sucked in gulps of air between throaty moans Shaza managed to cry out, “…don’t stop …<em>don’tstopdon’tstopdon’tstop</em>…”<br/>