<div class="floatright"><strong>Tafiya</strong><br/>(https://drive.google.com/uc?id=1K4aqIrcsRyXAd8BMVFDdLF_OlyR-oyfA)</div>The angel didn't protest, she just made a squeaking sound as the strong man picked her up like a feather (she did have weight, but she was small and light, especially compared to most of the other women of his harem) and carried her in his arms towards his royal bedchambers, his erection still proud and strong at the thought of not just his royal First Wife, but now the exotic silver angel would soon join them in his bed. As he walked through his harem to his royal bedchambers, though he didn't always see them, he knew a few of his women would see him carrying the angel, and the rumors would spread like wildfire very quickly, as well as a bit of jealousy. But at least Tafiya didn't notice their silent bare feet and inquisitive eyes, otherwise she might already be invisible and gone. They were quite a sight, the great mighty black king and his newest conquest, the silver angel.<br/><br/><strong>"Oh Light in Heavens..."</strong><br/><br/>Tafiya gasped and clasped her hands behind his neck, her head on his chest as she breathed more quickly and nervously. She shivered and felt cool, nervous and somewhat uncertain, but a part of her wanted this.<br/><br/>At least, until she looked up to see when they were in the royal bedchambers. They were one of the most lavish and luxurious rooms in the palace, indeed in this world with few superior or competitive rooms: long flowing spider silks of many colors, fragrant spices and perfumes, a large staff of beautiful harem girls especially chosen by him and his wives, and enough gold to make a young dragon jealous with envy. And the most precious was the First Queen, Kwakwana who lounged nude on the bed, clothed only in her long black hair, and looking up to see her Sarki with her bright green eyes contrasting with her dark brown, almost black, skin. She was lying down on her side, her nudity in full view and unashamed, indeed very proud of it, with her large breasts and gold tattooed nipples swelling invitingly. She looked surprised to see him carrying the angel, but she smiled knowingly at the Sarki's erection.<br/><br/>Her handmaids were around of course, in case she or the Sarki needed anything, but they would not join for this night as the Queen wanted the King's seed for herself only. Tafiya's presence might... complicate things, but she didn't get to be First Queen by being indecisive or unable to improvise to the situation, whether social, political, or sexual.<br/><br/><div class="floatright"><strong>Kwakwana</strong><br/>(https://drive.google.com/uc?id=1wOSZ6fCprxacjz4S-h_0JRv-ymFK-Vh5)</div>"You know my Sarki, at this rate, the entire palace will have to be converted into a harem... can you not go anywhere without pretty women literally falling on you?"<br/><br/>She said with a slightly annoyed but funny smirk at him, playing on the fact that Tafiya literally did fall near him when they first met. Tafiya looks up suddenly towards him and her eyes go wide while her pupils grow small and Ras can feel her tense up and get scared, but before he can do anything she just disappears and he can hear the whoosh of her wings as she jumps out of his arms. But he can still feel her hands as he senses her float behind him, hands on his left shoulder as she whispers in his ears.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"><strong>"I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry... I didn't want to get between you and your wife, I'm sorry..."</strong></span><br/><br/>Kwakwana wasn't First Queen for no reason. She was not great warrior, but while the previous king just saw a pretty face and a body to make children, Ra'Shuurma saw her for what she was: a noble, motherly queen, who could easily read people, know what they wanted, or needed. She gets up to a kneeling position on the bed, with arms open and inviting. It displayed her breast enticingly.<br/><br/>"Dove... I am not blind to the Sarki's preferences and tastes. Nor am I deceived or ignorant, nor upset or angry. Tonight was to be our night, alone, but I will consider it a blessing if you share our bed tonight. We intend for the Sarki to plant his seed in my fertile womb, for him to father his first born son."<br/><br/>She was being a bit official sounding, but that was what made her First Queen. She moved her hands to her breasts, slowly and softly caressing herself from chest, nipples, the under swell of her breasts, and down to her belly and stomach, then her hips in an enticing manner. Ras could feel Tafiya clenching her hands on his shoulder, pressing herself against his back, her nipples rubbing against him for a few moments before she withdrew, gasping.<br/>Kwakwana smirked mischeviously and knowingly.<br/><div class="floatright">(https://drive.google.com/uc?id=1fXme1-i4eh20NYObgoN3tYknmOnlum61)</div>"Please, Angel Tafiya, all I ask is you stay and witness our holy act as mortals, to bring new life into the world. I would consider it an honor if you would bless our Union as man and woman."<br/><br/>Tafiya still grasped his shoulder, he could feel her cold breath on him, giving his flesh a few goosebumps and making his spine involuntarily shudder from the cold. He hadn't felt such cold on him before, even in the cool underdark. He couldn't see her face but he could feel the indecision in her still, but now that his first wife had basically invited her to their bed, on her own terms, she was facing something unknown, something she wanted but seemed to want to deny despite her reaction to his kiss, to Lea'shee's caresses. Breathing quickly she again got closer to his back, her hard nipples small tiny points on his back, he could feel her face close to his as she breathed down on his neck, looking over his shoulder at the desirable First Queen who was waiting patiently. She knew the King wasn't the only one staring at her breasts.<br/><br/>Then, with a tiny whispered sound, Ra'Shuurma heard her say what he wanted her to say.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"><strong>"Yes..."</strong></span>