His gentle bite on her neck was signal enough for Aisha, and she stopped holding back.  Feeling him stiffen beneath her, and cry out in pleasure, was enough to trigger her own orgasm, and she was soon bucking wildly against him.  She ground her pussy into him with every one of his powerful thrusts, the rhythmic convulsions of her walls alternately gripping and releasing him.  She could feel, or at least she fancied that she could feel, every ridge of his rock hard member as he plunged into her depths over and over again.  Calling his name in ecstasy as every part of her body contracted around his manhood, Aisha succumbed to her orgasm, possibly, if she cared to admit it, one of the most powerful she had ever had.  Not that she would believe for a moment that her heightened pleasure had anything to do with the presence of Layla.  Not at all.  It was merely that her Prince was such a proficient lover, and nothing at all to do with the battered and bruised newcomer.<br/><br/><em>"Amazing...my muse...my ever knowing delight. As always...you have brought me absolute pleasure."</em><br/><br/>His whispered words made her smile with delight.  "Your pleasure is mine, my love.  I am for you. Always," she murmured back, the waves of pleasure still coursing through her body.  Being wrapped in his arms, his hands languorously caressing her bare flesh, basking in the afterglow of their lovemaking, Aisha could almost forget that the newest member of his Harem even existed.<br/><br/><em>"You are my first, and will always be." </em><br/><br/>The words warmed her heart, even as they broke it.  Tarkus lifted her from him, placed her aside, and called<em><strong>her</strong></em>to him.  Aisha sat on the steps of the baths, a battle raging inside of her.  She knew she had no right to feel this way.  The Prince had an obligation to maintain a Harem.  It was what the people expected.  Any ruler had to prove their virility. To show the masses that they were capable, in every way, of managing the Kingdom, and ensuring its survival.  A Sultan without a Harem was akin to a bird without wings.  It was unnatural.  But the knowing of those facts didn't make the swallowing of them any easier.  Aisha had grown used to not sharing her Prince.  In fact, in the deepest recesses of her mind, she was both concubine, and wife.  She liked to think that she was enough for him.  That he'd never need, or want, another woman in his life.  In any capacity.<br/><br/>Steeling herself against the tears that itched behind her eyes, determined that Layla would not see one hint of weakness from her, she glared at the well endowed woman from behind Tarkus' back.  Perhaps she could make her feel so uncomfortable that she'd be unable to perform.  And what was the use of a harem woman who could not perform?