<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/>"If sharing in an embrace of soul consuming pleasure is generosity, I am willing to be generous much more frequently." Rashid jested before his reply cut off with a low, pleasurable moan of pleasure as Shazadi's hand massaged just the right spot. He lifted his head and captured one of the taut peaks of her breasts in s tender, suckling kiss before drawing him  up her body enough that he could capture her lips with his for a tender, affectionate embrace, his hands braced on the bench so his weight didn't press down on her too much.<br/><br/>"You are welcome, though I don't think I need thanks for partaking in the joys of being your lover. It is as though the sun has sent me thanks for making use of it's life giving light, or the stream thanked me for slaking my thirst from it's waters. You are the shrine of love and feminine perfection, I merely try to be a skillful worshiper." His voice was filled with a pleased rumble as he enjoyed the feel of their hot, sweaty, slick bodies pressing and sliding against each other. Her breasts sliding and pressing against his chest, her legs still wrapped around his waist, her face suffused with the blush of pleasure and with a sheen of sweat. "Though, if you feel I did all the work, next time I invite you to do the heavy lifting." He told her with a pleased, throaty chuckle.