<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>I told you, I would milk you dry,Now, it is your turn to come, habibi.” </em><br/><br/>Those words, were more than he could stand. But Shazadi didn't stop there, oh no. The next thing he knew, her legs tightened around his waist, driving his cock deeper inside of her, as she began to flex the walls of her sex, purposely massaging his cock, urging him to find his release. Rashid buried his face between her breasts, and lost all control.<br/><br/>"Shazadiiiiiiiiiii!" He yelled in primal, uncontrolled pleasure, as he pulled his cock out one more time, and with the force of her pulling legs behind it, slammed himself home one more time. His cock pulsed, throbbed, as he finally succumbed to the ministrations of her sex. His face buried between her bountiful breasts, he moaned and his body shook as he fired jet, after jet of his life giving seed deep into his lover. His hands clutched at her hips frantically, desperate to hold on as waves of pleasure rolled over him, his sweet release that had been teased and so long denied was all the more potent now that it had been realized. When his orgasm finally faded, and he had filled his lover with his release, every muscle in his body was slack, and relaxed. Lazily, he turned his head slightly and planted slow, sweet kisses to the inner slope of Shazadi's breast as he lay atop her.<br/><br/>"Gods, Shazadi. The memory of your sweet embrace, does nothing to prepare a man for its reality." He murmured against her flesh.