<div class="floatleft">(http://www.halloweencostumes4u.com/mm5/graphics/00000003/1678.jpg)</div><br/>Despite their positioning not being new to them - in fact it was how most of their baths began - Tarkus' hand on her breast had Aisha squirming against him.  He knew exactly the right amount of pressure to apply to her nipple to make it harden, and when he starting rolling it between his fingers, a low, throaty moan escaped her lips.<br/><br/>Studiously ignoring Layla, and determined to make sure that her Prince would be unable to pay the newcomer too much attention either, Aisha's slender hand slipped below the surface of the water and wrapped possessively around his manhood, holding him sensuously, the way she knew he loved.  Long, slow strokes of his member, interspaced with tender cupping of his testicles, was usually enough to have him ravishing her within minutes.<br/><br/>Tarkus, however, seemed to be quite taken with the short woman on his left, and it was all Aisha could do not to reach across her Prince and push Layla's head under the water, holding her there until she drowned.  She glared whenever Tarkus was focused on his new concubine, but looked up at him with adoring eyes whenever he turned towards her.  Aisha knew he would be very unhappy with her behaviour, should he catch her in the act, but she couldn't seem to help herself.  She loathed the idea of sharing her Prince with anyone, let alone someone as pitiful as her.  Tarkus deserved much better than a concubine who was damaged, and obviously didn't understand the honour that had been bestowed upon her.<br/><br/>Chiding herself, but still unable to break through the shroud of jealousy that had engulfed her brain, Aisha's full, soft lips began to explore the shoulder of her Prince, gradually finding their way to his neck, and then to his ear.  She drew the fleshy lobe into her mouth, suckling on it softly, while her left arm wrapped around him, gently pulling him towards her, and away from Layla.  She pressed into him harder, more insistantly, letting him know she was ready for him, that she wanted nothing more than to be filled completely by him.<br/><br/>To be owned by Tarkus was everything to the young woman who had been his only companion up until this point.  Surely he knew that she could be whatever he needed, or wanted, her to be?  That she could fulfill him? That she was more than willing to be the equivilent of two concubines?  With his attention continuing to be drawn towards Layla, Aisha felt her heart sink.  She never thought this day would come.  Oh, she knew that Tarkus would eventually have to bring other women into the palace, but in her imagination he had always ignored them, and she had continued to have his favour.  His attention.  His love.<br/><br/>But now....what was she to do? She'd had no intention of sharing her Prince, but did she have any choice, if that was what Tarkus chose?  It was her place to serve.  To make him happy.  And if a second concubine pleased him, she had no right to feel cheated.  But a new addition meant change. And Aisha had been perfectly happy to have her Prince, and his bed, to herself.  Now she would be forced to share. And sharing was one of the few things that Aisha did not do well.