<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/>There were no other delights in the world as sweet as the way a lover responded to your touch. The sounds they made, sighing out their pleasure as your lips skated over their skin, relishing their feel and flavor. Or how their bodies fluttered and jerked, muscles twitching, hips rocking, cock throbbing in your grip. All this and more was gifted to Shazadi as she let her hands take pleasure of Rashid’s naked form, sampling all that he had to offer. She was immensely pleased – and aroused – to be able to fan his desire and return a small measure of what he so selflessly given her. But being knowledgeable of men and Rashid in particular, she was certain that he was beyond such simple appetizers at this point. Only a small feast would serve his appetites now.<br/><br/>So, when his hands wrenched the towel from her body, Shaza was not surprised. Instead, she felt a thrill of excitement as Rashid ripped the cloth away and put his hands on her, warm and sure. There was never any hesitation on his part. He was as confident a lover as he was skilled, and he knew her body well. Every touch, each pass of his thumbs was designed to enflame her passions and send heat cascading through her body. Between his caress and the sounds he was making under her lips, her desire for him was growing well beyond her natural ability to maintain the tease and tension between them for as long as possible. So when he announced he could no longer wait, she grinned against his neck and whispered, “Then<em>take</em>me.”<br/><br/>Shazadi’s grin sharpened as he began to guide her to the nearest bench and it dissolved into soft laughter when Rashid picked up and began to carry her to it instead. His kiss had her heart racing and by the time he set her down reverently and knelt before her it was pounding in her chest in anticipation of what was to come. She let him push her back, reclining on her elbows as his hands roamed over her body, starting at her thighs and sailing up over the flat of her stomach to cup her breasts. Shaza watched with interest as he bent down to place a reverential kiss between them, parting his lips to drag his tongue over her skin before leaning back to begin the first step of their dance together.<br/><br/>As her began to enter her, cock rock hard and already stretching her wide to accommodate him, Shazadi’s head fell back and she sucked in a sharp gulp of air, hissing between her teeth before her face broke into a smile and she let out a soft, lusty chuckle. “There is no competition between us, habibi.<em>I</em>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,” she said, lifting her feet up onto her toes as she spread her legs wider. “The only real question here, is how many times will you make me come before<em>you</em>do?” Raising her head, she looked up at Rashid as she lifted one long, finely shaped leg and set it against his belly, slowly sliding it up his body as she pressed her toes into the muscles of his chest while the other sought to wrap around his waist and pull him closer.<br/><br/>“Is this not your duty?” Shazadi asked, foot now at his shoulder, the tip of her tongue running hungrily along the edge of her teeth as she eyed him through heavy lashes. “And when you do, I will milk you<em>dry</em>.”<br/>