Whispers From the Harem
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				Post by: <strong>Westal</strong> on <strong>28-12-2011, 04:01:23</strong>
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				Prince Tarkus Vasquen walked out of his father's chambers with a scowl on his face. The sultan had been beseeched by his advisor for a private word, and apparently even the prince was not worthy enough to hear his words.<br><br>"Ugly bastard." Prince Vasquen muttered to himself out loud before thinking to himself:&nbsp; "When I rule, he'll the first person that gets thrown into the dungeon. Maybe I'll release a few of the people he's had tossed in there for meager crimes. I'll let them give him a kick before letting them go." It was a weightless threat,&nbsp; but sweet all the same.<br><br>It was not as though he was unthankful for the advisor's assistance. He knew that without Kydul's guidance, their family would not have a third of their current wealth and influence. He was brilliant, but preached a special brand of iron-cladded rule to his father, Sultan Middek Vasquen. Tarkus had watched his father devolve from a cheerful, fair ruler to a cold, calculating miser.<br><br>Tarkus had little desire to be sultan, that was, he hadn't until he saw how far his father had fallen. He still thought he'd be a lousy ruler, but he certainly did not hate the perks. He loved good food, though his thin, toned figure did not speak much to it. He also enjoyed the acting troupes that competed to perform for the palace. Both theatre and books were absorbed obsessively by the youth of twenty-two years. Tarkus had shoulder length jet black hair, with light brown eyes and lightly tanned skin. He was tall with long fingers and toned arms and legs, though he did not put enough menial labor to them to build any immensity of bulk on his limbs.<br><br>He also enjoyed being assigned a beautiful consort from the day he turned twenty, and even more so the promise of a full harem in the years to come. He was a man of carnal desires, and while his consort had come to understand his wants almost entirely, sometimes his lustful stamina was too much for even her. <br><br>"I could use another woman or two right now." He thought to himself, as he often took out any number of emotions in the form of sexual release.<br><br>It was honored custom for a man of royal birth to accumulate consorts and to build a harem to see to his every need. Every woman in his harem added to his perceived power, as it was the man's duty to see to their well being and general happiness. While it was far removed from a man's duty to a wife, which royalty took later in life, it was still considered bad form to neglect a consort, or to retain one when he did not have the use for her.<br><br>Despite the fact that they were glorified concubines, the position of consort was desperately sought after, even for a lesser man, much less to a prince. The women of the harem lived a life of relative leisure, with their future secured with a pension payment when they outgrew their master. They had to give their bodies and at least the semblance of their devotion to their lovers, yet few who wished for the life of a consort regretted their decision. <br><br>He rounded the corner of the second story and walked to a balcony outside his immense chambers, leaning on the railing, looking out to the sprawling capital below.<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Miss Lilly</strong> on <strong>30-12-2011, 08:28:58</strong>
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				Stretching deliciously within the silk sheets of the large, sumptuous bed, Aisha smiled as her Prince walked through the room.&nbsp; She could tell by his determined stride that there was something on his mind, but she knew better than to ask.&nbsp; He would tell her, or he wouldn't, whichever suited his mood.&nbsp; She was often treated to tidbits of information from the upper echelons of Egyptian society, and although she had no one with which to gossip, she delighted in the knowing.&nbsp; If made her feel powerful.<br><br>She sat up, the golden hued sheet sliding down her body revealing firm, ample breasts and a small waist encircled by a fine, golden chain.&nbsp; She reached her arms high over her head, stretching again and yawning delicately, trying to attract the Prince's attention.&nbsp; If her memory could be trusted, today was the day that a a new consort would be brought into the harem, thereby doubling its number.&nbsp; As First Consort, Aisha would always be higher ranked than any other girl, but she still didn't relish sharing her Princes' affections with another woman.&nbsp; She loved him dearly, despite the fact that she knew her place would always be consort, and never wife.<br><br>Recognising that his mind was elsewhere, the dark haired beauty slipped out of the bed, padded quietly across the massive room and slid her arms around Tarkus's waist. She pressed her bare flesh against his back, kissing him gently on the shoulder as her fingers caressed his chest.&nbsp; She said nothing, offering her support with actions rather than words.&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>Westal</strong> on <strong>30-12-2011, 10:13:51</strong>
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				Aisha did not startle him, as it would have surprised him more if she hadn't come to his side. She was a dutiful consort, sexy and eager to please. When she was first presented to him, he could not imagine ever needing another. He was young and ignorant then, at least he saw himself as more so then than now. The knowledge that he would almost be forced to take a few more women into his harem, lest a scandal erupt that he was not man enough to handle more, he had become more and more distant from Aisha. After all, why grow too close to her when he knew he would be forced to split his attentions. While he was not concious that today was like to be the day his second consort was brought to him, he did not count the days with trepidation as Aisha likely did.<br><br>He hardly flinched away from her though. Her touch was as soft as it had ever been. Her skin as inviting and her form as alluring. He did not turn though, he merely let her pay her attentions to him as he watched the bustling city below.<br><br>A hand touched hers as it wrapped around his hips. A casual touch, just to show it was not as though he were unhappy with her. "Every day this palace crumbles from the great bastion I grew up knowing it to be. When will it end."&nbsp; He said distantly. Tarkus' hand reached back to trail down her side and along her backside while still facing out over the railing.
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				Post by: <strong>Toa</strong> on <strong>13-01-2012, 06:26:51</strong>
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				Hassan was guided into the room by Abdullah the Head Eunuch. He was totaly stunned. Never had he seen such splendor and open display of wealth. His family was poor, but he had always been eager to learn and had won a place in the sultans program to train civil servants. Now he was 19 years of age and had a new career as a court scribe. He was contempt with the prospect of living a life as a civil servent when all that suddenly changed.<br><br>Abdullah the Head Eunuch had come to talk with all scribes and apprentices between 16 and 20 years of age. He opened to them that the prince Taruks was in need of a personal servent that would be his advisor and would manage his soon to be established harem. Obviously this person would have to become a eunuch. Abdullah asked for volunteers. This position promised a lot more power and wealth than that of a scribe, but for the price of ones testicles.<br><br>Hassans penis immidiatly hardened. He had thought before about the idea of becoming an eunuch. It was at the same frightening and stimulating to think about. This could be his chance. No one else was interested. The others were more terrified by the idea of undergoing castration so did Hassan seiz the opportunity to volunteer. Abdullah was pleased and informed him that he would first have to be presented to the prince. Only if he agreed culd he become his new castrated servent. <br><br>That was how Hassan had ended up here. He saw the prince and besides him his beautiful consort. Hassan suffered again an erection and thought by himself that it was understandable that he would have to be made a eunuch if he had to work in this environment. While he wondered what the future had in store for him did Abdullah adress the prince:<br><br>"Master. Excuse my intrusion, but I have good news. I found a volunteer for the position of you personal assistent. He is 19 years of age and has been trained as a court scribe. I was told that he is very learned and exceptionaly intelligent. Would you like to interview him?"
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				Post by: <strong>Westal</strong> on <strong>13-01-2012, 06:51:19</strong>
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				Prince Tarkus turned his head slightly, considering the words.<br><br>"Ah! Yes. You found an applicant rather quickly, Abdullah , considering the request."<br><br>He turned in Aisha's arms. Face to face with her, he looked into her eyes.&nbsp; He could hardly help but smile. She had been his constant companion, in both pleasure and his musings. She had been almost all of his sexual education, and the reason he was so hungry for it now.&nbsp; He touched her cheek and kissed her neck once before stepping from her embrace.<br><br>"Yes, now would be fine." He stepped closer across the huge room, holding the prince's many treasures and comforts.<br><br>He looked Hassan over, crossing his arms. He watched his eyes, seeing the degree in which they might wander to his nude consort at the far edge of the room.<br><br>"I feel maligned to ask if you understand what you're getting into."<br><br>When he was hastily reassured by Abdullah that Hassan volunteered almost gleefully, he nodded.<br><br>"I have a situational hypothetical case for you, young Hassan." He said, walking closer to him, beginning to circle him, expecting that he not face him or direct to him eye contact. He was not his advisor yet, so he did not get that privilege.<br><br>"I give you a direct command, that you are NOT to disturb me. I say that under no circumstance am I to be disturbed. Yet later you smell smoke, hear panicked screaming, and have a bad feeling about what's going on within. Do you enter?"
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				Post by: <strong>Secretwriter</strong> on <strong>13-01-2012, 07:01:44</strong>
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				Merit, Egyptian for beloved one, (http://20000-names.com/female_egyptian_names_04.htm) stood behind the man that entered the room, her ebony eyes marked on the floor and not moving as she hid.&nbsp; She didn't want to be there, didn't like it, didn't think that it was right to be taken away from her husband.&nbsp; The details were still foggy in her mind but she'd been captured and had sustained a minor head injury, and then had been gifted after being tortured by several Nhemotep's soldiers.&nbsp; Dumped on his doorstep naked, she wore a simple shift that covered her slender waist, wide hips, and large, firm breasts. <br><br>She was short in stature, curvy with a round rump and thick, muscular thighs.&nbsp; When a man looked at her body he could tell that she had never borne a child. <br><br>When the man approached she winced, flinching back from his question. She just knew that it was a trick.&nbsp; Her honey colored skin broke out in visible gooseflesh and while she made no sound, the movement of her feet did. <br><br>Her long hair hung shining over her shoulders, grazing her rump as she stood still, it was thick and strong, and as dark as the midnight. She'd seen several of the women from her homeland with their heads shaved. Hers had been spared for she was a gift, not to be kept by Nhemotep's men. <br><br>[Link keeps messing up]
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				Post by: <strong>Toa</strong> on <strong>13-01-2012, 07:15:38</strong>
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				Hassan looked down when his new master adressed him and wanted to answer if he knew what his new position would mean to him.He wanted to say that he would willingly give his testicles to serve the prince but was prevented from that by Abdullah who obviously did not want to risk him having second thoughts. <br><br>About the scenario Hassan quickly answered:<br><br>"I live to serve you, but in this case I would have to disobey your order and enter. Although your word is my absolute command, situations can change and what you ordered a while ago can be disastrouse for you later. Therefore, I will act if on my own in such a way as I see most benefiting to you, master. If I displease you please punish me."<br><br>Hassan was convinced that this was the right choice. Hopefully the prince thought the same. 
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				Post by: <strong>Westal</strong> on <strong>13-01-2012, 07:42:42</strong>
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				The prince threw his hands into the air, which could have been interpreted differently as far as what he thought about that answer.<br><br>Then, he said, "Finally, Abdullah , one of the prospects has a mind, and not a parrot's cawing beak."<br><br>"Yes, that is good." Prince Tarkus said. "I have plenty of people to follow my will, my advisor must have the sense to know what I actually want."<br><br>He heard a noise of shuffling, and turned to see Merit, hiding in the long shadow cast by the sun hitting the large open window.&nbsp; His eye quirked until Abdullah explained that she was to be his offering for his next consort, to make his harem.<br><br>Tarkus looked at Abdullah questioningly. "Not exactly the pomp and circumstance as the presentation of my consort. Why is she hiding? She looks....troubled."<br><br>He turned to Hassan before saying, "Wait one moment, Hassan. I have only a few more questions for you."<br><br>Tarkus stepped toward Merit. "I am prince Tarkus, sixth of his name. <em>Heir portane</em> of the land of Egypt, and chosen warrior and voice of the gods. Please, step forward."<br><br>It all seemed so different now than even just two years prior. Aisha had been brought to him with ceremony, flushing with excitement at the chance to be his consort. This woman looked...disoriented and slightly confused.<br><br>"You blend with the shadows, my dear. Your name will be Layla . (http://20000-names.com/origin_of_baby_names/etymology_L_female/meaning_of_the_name_layla.htm/)"&nbsp; <br><br>The prince said this without a scrap of doubt, or questioning.<br><br>"Please, Layla, join Aisha. I will speak with you soon."&nbsp; He turned toward the lounging furniture.&nbsp; "Aisha, if you please? See to her thirst and comfort."<br><br>He turned back to Hassan. "You passed the test of actually having some pulse in that brain of yours. Tell me about your specific strengths of knowledge. What are your specialties, and how can they serve me?"<br><br><br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Toa</strong> on <strong>13-01-2012, 08:03:07</strong>
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				Hassan was first concerend when he saw the princes outbreack. But then he learned that he actually gave a very good answer. After the prince had talked to the new girl he adressed Hassan again who quickly answered:<br><br>"I have read a lot and I think I will be helpful in many things. Pkease don't think that I am arrogant, but I am afraid I have to admit that I am the best student in my year in the palace school. <br><br>Another thing that might be helpfull for you is my consequence. If something has to be done I don't whine around. The best example is my manhood. I would love to keep it, have a woman and have children with her. But I know that you require a castrated servent and the position you can offer is what I aspired all my life. Therefore, I made my choice and if you have me castrated I promise you I will never be angry with you about that fact as is murmured about many eunuchs who were "convinced" to have their scrotums emptied. As I said I would like to be a man, so if I could serve you without having to be castrated I would be grateful, but if I have to undergo castration I will be grateful too for the oportunity you give me."
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				Post by: <strong>Westal</strong> on <strong>13-01-2012, 10:28:28</strong>
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				When Hassan mentioned that he would prefer not to be castrated, Abdullah began to act like he was going to admonish him, for supposedly saying anything against his commitment. Prince Tarkus cut him off though with a gesture, though.<br><br>"You seem rational and proud. That is good, too. You speak well and can get to the heart of things. You haven't once taken up a second of my time that was unneeded." <br><br>He rubbed his chin. "And as much as I wish I could be merciful with all who suffer in the names of our gods and legacy, I can not go against the tradition of castrated harem servants. It is a custom going back to the origins of the custom. You have put yourself before me to serve, and proven yourself worthy. I accept you into my court as my advisor. Make your final preparations. When we meet next, you will be a new person."<br><br>Prince Tarkus signaled for Hassan to rise.<br><br>"I will see you on the other side of your rebirth, Hassan. You will carry the lanyard of Rah upon your return to me, and all will respect its importance."
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				Post by: <strong>Miss Lilly</strong> on <strong>13-01-2012, 10:43:16</strong>
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				<strong><em>"Every day this palace crumbles from the great bastion I grew up knowing it to be. When will it end."</em></strong><br><br>The question was, of course, rhetorical, and Aisha offered no answer.&nbsp; Sometimes her Prince just needed to talk, without the interuption of another.&nbsp; His hand trailing down her side sent shivers of pleasure coursing through her, and she found herself hoping that he would take her to his bed and ravish her, the way she loved for him to do. <br><br>Aisha could barely hide her disappointment as the voice of Abdullah interupted their private moment.&nbsp; Tarkus turned in her arms, and she instantly hid her irritation from him.&nbsp; It would do no good for him to think that she was becoming possessive of his time.&nbsp; A soft kiss to her neck, and he was gone from her arms.&nbsp; Aisha's eyes followed his every move.&nbsp; She listened as he questioned the man called Hassan, wondering why any man would willingly submit to castration.&nbsp; She understood the need for it, of course...the Harem was for the pleasure of the Prince alone.&nbsp; But to willingly submit to such a procedure?&nbsp; She couldn't understand it.<br><br>Being so focused on her Prince, Aisha had failed to notice the woman lurking behind Abdullah. It wasn't until Tarkus approached her that she even realised that she had been there all along.&nbsp; Aisha's anxiety spiked.&nbsp; <em>This must be the new consort</em>, she thought somewhat bitterly to herself.&nbsp; Passing a critical eye over her form, Aisha held herself a little straighter, pleased to see that she was both taller and slimmer than the newcomer. A scowl of contempt darkened her pretty features as her Prince inspected his new gift, naming her Layla.&nbsp; <br><br><strong><em>"Please, Layla, join Aisha. I will speak with you soon. Aisha, if you please? See to her thirst and comfort."</em></strong><br><br>Blanching inwardly, Aisha hitched what she hoped was an appropriately welcoming smile into place, and beckoned Layla towards the lounger, pouring her a large goblet of cool, clear water from the pitcher on the table near the wall.&nbsp; The same table held an array of fruit and berries, brought fresh every day for the pleasure of the Prince and his consort.&nbsp; Oh, the fun they had with the fruit.&nbsp; Aisha's forced smile became a self satisfied grin as she relived their love making from the day before.&nbsp; The smile faltered a little as she turned her eyes back to Layla, realising that from now on she would have to share his attention with the creature before her.<br><br>Taking a seat on the lounger next to her new harem-sister, Aisha searched around for something to say.&nbsp; At least while her Prince was in the room, she would be forced to be pleasant to the intruder, and now was as good a time as any to practice.&nbsp; Trying to keep one ear on the business being conducted on the other side of the room, her dark eyes explored Layla's form once again, slowly this time, taking in the roundness of her hips and the fullness of her bosom.<br><br>"How old are you?" she blurted out, a frown casting a shadow over her pretty face.&nbsp; The question came out more harshly than she had intended, but Aisha had already decided that under no circumstances was she going to like the short woman in front of her.&nbsp; Not when her presence meant she had to start sharing her Prince!
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				Post by: <strong>Toa</strong> on <strong>13-01-2012, 11:37:58</strong>
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				Hassan had not expected to be spared castration, but still he had thought that the prince might change the tradition. Now this slime chance was gone and he would have to have the necessary surgery. He bowed and said:<br><br>"I understand that completly. I am honoured to become your gelded advisor. Please excuse me for a few days to have myself cut and than recover from my unmanning."<br><br>Hassan left and Abdullah locked like he had been reliefed of a huge burden. It seemed that this situation had worked out very well. 
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				Post by: <strong>Secretwriter</strong> on <strong>13-01-2012, 15:13:28</strong>
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				Merit didn't want to step forward and her eyes, once turned upon the pompous prince showed her distrust and her fear, though she tried to hide it. She did step forward but only for the fact that she didn't want more of the same that she'd gotten recently. She did not like it, not a bit. But how to protest it? Was there a way to? Beneath her clothing she carried bruises and a few remaining places where her skin had broken and given way to welts. Those were healing up but the memory of the pain remained. <br><br>He changed her name? She merely blinked at him, not sure what to say. It wasn't <em>his</em> fault that she had been taken and her husband killed… her community sacked and the women raped, children either taken or murdered.&nbsp; No that greed had belonged to another man and she had nothing to say about it to him, not at that moment at least. She wasn't a fool and didn't long to meet the end of his whip nor taste his blade. <br><br>When he said the name Aisha, she turned her eyes to the other female, realizing then and only then that she was not alone in the Prince's care.&nbsp; She'd never been part of a harem before and she didn’t much like it; her husband had been too poor to afford other women and she rather liked it that way, his companionship was worth going without planned meals. They'd been married for almost two years. <br><br>Her eyes held no friendliness nor did they speak of disdain, but she didn't make a move to introduce herself. He'd changed her name. She didn't really know what to think about that, him stripping her identity from her but she was rather hungry and thirsty, and full of distrust.&nbsp; She wouldn't be taking anything from the woman that she hadn't seen prepared, be it meal or drink.&nbsp; She knew the tales of concubines and their jealousies, poisoning of wine and fare… she wanted not even the sweetest of honey'd almond milk from the hand of this Aisha.&nbsp; <br><br>When the squealing pig spoke of castration or no castration, she did hope that the prince would be merciful to all and have his blithering tongue removed as well; she'd heard goats who bleated less. <br><br>The other female signaled for her to approach and she wanted to stay right where she was.&nbsp; She didn't have a choice, the Prince seemed to be lively but lively often turned to anger in an instant. <br><br>"Twenty," she answered the question softly, her words in a whisper. The woman wasn't happy and she was pretty sure that the cat had claws. May Bast protect her, she thought with an internal snicker. She looked at the water in her hands, lifting the goblet to her lips and drank, having seen it be poured from a community pitcher. Probably would be the last safe thing that the woman would hand her. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Westal</strong> on <strong>13-01-2012, 22:41:53</strong>
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				When Prince Tarkus dismissed the eunuch and the soon-to-be eunuch, he turned back to his new harem.<br><br>"Now that <em>that</em> matter is dealt with..." He said while walking toward them.<br><br>He was not so dense as to not feel an odd expression between them. He was also nowhere near comprehension of what 'Layla' had been through, so he could not note the intensity of her unease and mistrust. Aisha had been selected among many eager local contestants to get her role as consort, while Layla was set aside from a village raid.<br><br>"I look forward to having you in my court, Layla. I was just about to go with Aisha to enjoy a cool bath to escape the mid-day. Join us."<br><br>It was not a question, though he was so used to giving commands that his voice did not have an overly–commanding tone to it. <br><br>"I see no better way to seal our divine covenant than immersing ourselves in the spirit pool."&nbsp; He extended two hands, which felt odd, as he was so used to always extending one.
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				Post by: <strong>Miss Lilly</strong> on <strong>16-01-2012, 04:51:13</strong>
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				<strong><em>"Twenty,"</em></strong> came the whispered reply from the newly named Layla.&nbsp; She seemed distrustful and timid, and that annoyed Aisha no end.&nbsp; She should be incredibly flattered to have been chosen to join her Prince's harem. It was an incredible honour bestowed on so few.&nbsp; If anyone had the right to be upset, it was Aisha herself.&nbsp; She was being forced to share the attentions of the man she loved, and she didn't like it. Not one little bit.&nbsp; Oh, she understood the need for a harem, but that didn't change her distaste for it, or her resentment of the intruder.<br><br>Biting back a less than friendly remark at the look on Layla's face as she reluctantly sipped the water offered her, Aisha was more than pleased at the arrival of Tarkus.&nbsp; She didn't feel comfortable in the presence of this woman, despite the fact that she was, in every way, superior to her.&nbsp; There was something unsettling about the look in her eye and the air of aloofness that surrounded her.&nbsp; As if nothing, or noone, could touch her in any way that wasn't physical.&nbsp; <em>That will have to change,</em> Aisha thought to herself. <em>She needs to remember that she is here to serve, not the other way around.</em>&nbsp; Perhaps she would tell Layla that later, when they were alone.&nbsp; But for now, she rose and took the hand of her Prince, not looking forward to their bath quite as much as she had been before the arrival of the...Aisha tried to keep the contemptuous look from showing on her face...new concubine.
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				Post by: <strong>Secretwriter</strong> on <strong>16-01-2012, 04:58:19</strong>
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				Well camel balls! The Prince turned to them and she felt his scrutinizing eyes upon her. It was her perception that he was sizing her up, at least.&nbsp; The water was at least cool and refreshing, and she wanted to stay right where she was, just only if it was further from the Prince's bed. <br><br>For the past weeks she'd been kept naked and abused and the mention of being naked didn't bother her. The thought of yet another man oogling her and grabbing her goodies made her sick. The thought of the woman's sneer made her want to wrap her slender fingers around Aisha's giraffe neck and squeeze. That, too, was not Aisha's fault, it was the ridicule of others and their cruel touch on her feminine curves. She wasn't disillusioned and knew that the man would likely desire the two women together, just as the guards she'd been abused by had wanted. In that time she'd found the other women there just as frightened as she was. Her heart broke when she thought of one of the women who had been gifted to a particularly nasty guard. No, she couldn't linger on those things, she couldn't think about things that hurt her heart while trying to find her place in her new surroundings. <br><br>The woman Aisha didn’t look excited to see her and she couldn't very well blame her. Were it not for the fear of the unknown and what would happen next, she might conspire to get herself fired from her position and tossed to someone else, or perhaps given a place of house slave in the home.&nbsp; She doubted that her fortune could turn out that well, so she decided not to risk it. Who else but the current concubine would know what pushed the buttons of her Master?&nbsp; Why she wanted to hold onto her place amongst the living, she had not an answer for but she didn't want to die.&nbsp; What a waste of a life, for both women.&nbsp; Her own husband had been beautiful, with long hair as dark as her own, and eyes that could make her fall back against any nearby surface from across the room, her knees weak just knowing that he was about to ravish her.&nbsp; But that seemed to be ages ago now, and while she longed for a love like that she doubted that she'd ever again possess it.&nbsp; She didn't want to intrude on the possibility of this Aisha having that either.&nbsp; But her own life was not worth this stranger's happiness and that was where she decided that her priorities would lie. <br><br>Not foolish enough to think that he was about take any form of declination of his command, she still didn't move to stand. Divine covenant? <br><br>When she rose, she did so on her own without taking his outstretched hand, keeping her arms to herself. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whispers From the Harem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Westal</strong> on <strong>16-01-2012, 06:03:07</strong>
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				When Layla stood under her own power, there was a flash in his eyes. Anger was the obvious emotion within them, but also hints of incredulity.&nbsp; In the blink of any eye, it was gone though, friendly and compassionate eyes replacing them.&nbsp; A smile joined the much more magnanimous expression, putting a hand on each of their lower backs, just above their backside, and leading them to the other end of the room, opposite to the lounging area where the bed cushions were.<br><br>It lead to a downward stairway. Aisha knew that this&nbsp; stairway was used only by her and the prince, a shortcut to the most exclusive portions of the palace. Only royalty, clergy, and the most esteemed of guests could use the array of baths, lounges, and dining rooms, and even then each of these groups were isolated from one another.&nbsp; The best of these rooms was reserved for the royal family, which Prince Tarkus tended to use five times more than any other.&nbsp; The sultan had a similar bath is his own chambers, and his two sisters preferred the waters of the outer garden than the cool mineral waters of the baths.<br><br>The twelve downward steps brought them to the hallway of these amenities. "You may use these rooms whenever you wish, but you must alert either myself, or Abdullah...or the new eunuch upon his return."&nbsp; He walked up a few open doorways, none of the chambers of the palace had true doors, and only some had curtains or beads. The rooms were dim, as the torch sconces were not lit as they were unoccupied. They were, in order in passing, a steam room, a meditation room where mind-relaxing mists were blown into it, and a room full of different sized cushions and chairs, including a swinging chair that hung from the ceiling. To the outward eye it looked like a odd lounge, but Aisha knew it as a room where Tarkus could put his lovers into unique positions and poses for sex. The boxes within held other accessories for pleasure and delight.<br><br>Finally, they came to the mineral baths. The water was kept at a mild state, as was the air around it.&nbsp; The edge was surrounded by flower petals, oils, salts as well as a floating plate that held grapes and other cut fruits.<br><br>He began to disrobe without modesty, and for fairly good reason. Though not a muscular body, he had the utmost care taken with his nutrition and conditioning, as he was to be seen as a God among mortals. His muscles were toned and defined, his skin bronze and smooth. His manhood had only the conditioning of Aisha's attentions as of yet, though that had not changed it's impressive character as it hung for all to see.&nbsp; He began to walk to the pool, putting his feet in, and smiling, satisfied.<br><br>He would motion for them to join him, though he had known that Aisha would be dutiful in that without needing his invitation, unless she had desired any of the rooms amenities. He liked having the sconces unlit while he bathed, especially during the day, when sun beams via mirrors facing the outer walls, shone through small shaped crevices in the walls. All the same he would not be object to Aisha lighting them, as she knew that especially when the baths were used for love making, he liked seeing her body, and she liked him having what he liked.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whispers From the Harem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Secretwriter</strong> on <strong>16-01-2012, 06:28:35</strong>
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				The flash of anger was there and she saw it, gone as quickly as it had risen in his eyes. That flash was enough to worry her and make her draw a shaky breath. She winced when he put his hand on her lower back, not because she desired not his touch, but for the fact that it was painful. She cringed inwardly at the thought of removing her thin shift in front of them, humiliated by the fact that she looked so…undesirable.&nbsp; She'd not have stepped a toe in front of her husband looking so bruised.&nbsp; Her ribs carried some slight bruising from being punched in the stomach, being forced to wrestle and fight with other women, the losers being beaten badly, more than one into unconsciousness.&nbsp; No one wanted to lose but none truly wanted to hurt the others, it became a battle to survive and what were once long time friends had been turned into rivals that feared not only for their own life, but more for their own than for another's.&nbsp; While she'd been beaten by two guards in the last week of her captivity, most of the marks she wore were from the hand of a frightened woman just trying to protect herself. It was something she was not proud of. <br><br>Worse still than any of the bruises was her bare mound, health issues around the pit had required the women being forcefully waxed… if that was even the right term, for it had been torture that was prolonged. Some women resorted to pulling out their own pubes to keep the guards from getting a hold of them.&nbsp; <br><br>Her lower back carried bruises from a caning that had missed her buttocks in some places, her thighs bore the same marks, though what remained was the worst of an act of viciousness that wasn't intended to still have lingering proof. With a bottom mostly smooth and round, slightly splotched with blues and purples, decidedly her thighs and lower back had fared the worst of the out of place blows that day.&nbsp; It would heal and hopefully she'd have no marks to prove that anything had been done to her, just as had gone with her feet, which were thankfully healed. <br><br>Being led down to the baths, she tried to hide her awe of the Prince's home, it was truly fine and very overwhelming. She'd never seen anything like it outside of colorful stories painted by the tongues of her elders.&nbsp; Why would he allow her to use those rooms? Her eyes turned toward him questioningly, but then immediately moved forward again as she forced her gaze straight ahead.&nbsp; <br><br>She didn't know what half of the rooms were for, nor did she truly care so long as they weren't implements of torture.&nbsp; The water looked almost too good to be true and she gazed down at it longingly.&nbsp; She didn't want to take her clothing off, but she knew that she couldn't get in without baring her body.&nbsp; She hoped that the room was dim enough that she could get away with them not seeing her body in its grotesque disarray. Ignoring the prince as he stripped, she took a deep breath and hoped to get under the water as quickly as possible. She stripped and hurried into the water as gracefully as was possible, almost tripping over her own feet in her haste.&nbsp; As the robe dropped, her heavy breasts were exposed, as was her malnourished body.&nbsp; She hated how her figure had changed, once she'd had the tummy of a dancer, soft and beautiful, but now she was so gaunt that her ribs showed. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whispers From the Harem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miss Lilly</strong> on <strong>16-01-2012, 07:47:49</strong>
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				Shocked, but somewhat pleased that Layla had ignored her Prince's hand, Aisha serenely accompanied Tarkus to the baths below his royal chambers, all the while doing her best to ignore the other woman.&nbsp; The flash of anger in his eyes hadn't gone unnoticed, and she suppressed a self satisfied smile at his reaction to Layla's rudeness.&nbsp; Perhaps Aisha wouldn't have to share her Prince afterall.&nbsp; If she continued with this kind of behaviour, Layla would likely find herself executed.&nbsp; Or worse, banished.<br><br>As they passed by the 'lounge' room, Aisha couldn't help but shiver deliciously.&nbsp; She was, by nature, a sexual being, and had spent many a happy hour in that particular room, pleasing and being pleased by Tarkus.&nbsp; Pushing the picture of Layla tied in ropes that had, until now, only been used on her out of her mind, the dark haired beauty followed her Prince to the edge of the bath, watching him disrobe appreciatively.&nbsp; The sight of his nakedness never failed to take her breath away, and already her body was reacting to his.&nbsp; Heat and moisture began to pool between her legs.<br><br>When Layla undressed, Aisha sucked in her breath audibly.&nbsp; Her skin was literally black and blue in some places, green and yellow in others.&nbsp; Fresh bruises and older ones mingled, creating a hideous montage that made Aisha turn her head away.&nbsp; The compassionate part of her wanted to bathe the poor woman gently, soothing away her aches and pains.&nbsp; And although Aisha was generally an empathetic soul, she also had a vindictive streak, and it was this part of her that had her moving towards the torches, intent on lighting them so Tarkus could see the ugly sight of Layla's naked, emaciated body.&nbsp; Such a creature was not worthy of a place in the Princes' harem.<br><br>Before she could light the first torch, however, Aisha realised that if Tarkus saw the state Layla was in, he would likely forgive her earlier behaviour, and allow her some leeway for future missteps.&nbsp; His sense of righteousness would be awoken, and he would likely punish those who had done this to her, all the while pitying the woman and allowing her to worm her way into his heart.&nbsp; Turning back toward the bath, Aisha left the room dimly lit, effectively keeping Layla's secret for her.<br><br>Quickly removing her robe, she stepped delicately into the warm, soothing waters of the bath, forging her way directly to where Tarkus was and wrapping herself around him possessively.&nbsp; <em>Let Layla do what she wishes,</em> the now head concubine thought to herself, fully intent on keeping her Prince distracted enough that he wouldn't even noticed that there was another woman in the water with them.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whispers From the Harem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Westal</strong> on <strong>16-01-2012, 09:09:51</strong>
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				As with every bath of this kind accompanied by Aisha, he sat on a rather shallow section of the pool. It could have been a large step, but it was shaped for optimum comfort at that depth. It just barely covered his lap, in fact, the tops of his thighs often surfaced now that the water was moving with their entering.<br><br>He saw Aisha linger near a sconce, and then think twice about it and left it unlit before joining him. Though there was little undressing for her to do, while she prepared to bathe she had a smile that made it look like she was performing a strip-tease. It was the same today as it had been when she'd first been presented to him. <br><br>It was only after Aisha had curled up into him at his side that he looked for Layla. The tiny candles and the mirrored-in lights dances on the now rippling water. Seeing her was easy, seeing specific features was less so.<br><br>"Sit beside me, Layla." He said simply, not taking liberties with making room for excuses. "I want to see how you fit in my arm." <br><br>If his arm would wrap around Layla, it would be hard-pressed to match the level of passion the one around Aisha had. They were so accustomed to being intertwined that they had it down to a sensual science. One hand cupped one of Aisha's breast firmly but casually, her other breast grazing his side. The embrace kept as much of her form against his as seemed physically possible.<br><br>When she got even close to him, he unassumingly wrapped his other arm around Layla. It was an embrace that fit as far as their bodies, but to his senses, seemed cold. He figured it must just be nervousness or even shyness. He would have to break the ice with them.&nbsp; His hand did not grope her, though his hand did touch her chest casually as he sat with them.<br><br>"This place has powerful energies for those who are to be connected. It is a place of embracing, interlocking energy. Here we will become a group of mutual pleasure and happiness."&nbsp; His hand continued to grope and fondle at Aisha, second-nature now, especially with how she responded to him.<br><br>The hand around Layla moved up into her hair, massaging it almost absently compared to his hand with Aisha, but still clutching her hair gently and rubbing her scalp with his short nails.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whispers From the Harem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Secretwriter</strong> on <strong>16-01-2012, 09:26:37</strong>
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				Panic struck when the woman went toward the sconces, she rather liked it dim and dark, it would be easier to hide.&nbsp; She felt her chest squeezing tightly but releasing when the woman turned from the sconces and returned to the pool.&nbsp; There was gratitude in her eyes though she didn't really care if the woman knew it or not, she was certain that Aisha's motives were less than honorable, though she had no proof.&nbsp; <br><br>Not liking how he sat with his manhood so blatantly on display and the other female was likely to pounce on it like a cat starved of milk… she really didn't want to be anywhere near by when that happened. Fit in his arms? She didn't wish to fit in his arms, the only arms that she longed for would never hold her or anyone ever again. She ached for those arms and felt a burning in her throat and eyes beginning, she blinked it away and took a slow, deep breath, holding it as she moved toward the man that owned her.&nbsp; How could a person be a gift? <br><br>She moved toward him but didn't sit flush against him, leaving room between them that his arm quickly closed when it snaked around her like a slippery eel and pulled her close.&nbsp; Her face contorted slightly and she showed a bit of pain, though it wasn't from her physical being.&nbsp; He couldn't see her face well enough with her looking straight ahead to discern it for certain, she was sure. Not being stupid enough to fight this man, though she was also certain that he was no gentler than the beasts that she'd just been loosed from, she remained stiff in his embrace, wishing his hands away from her body. He already had his little toy, he didn’t need her. And yet, despite the fact that she used to own her body, she no longer did so, not even her mind if a Master wished it... oh they'd never get that, she was sharper than most of them, all wanting their own glory...<br><br>Taking a deep, shuddering breath that betrayed her nervousness, she tried to keep her face straight and lax as if she had no care in the world. Her eyes widened when he spoke, not wanting to listen.&nbsp; It didn't shock her but it made her throat burn again. She relaxed a little when his hand moved from her body to her hair; having no fear for it as Aisha still kept hers… but she did worry for aggression and she prayed that if he was going to be rough with her that he get it over with so that she could be banished from his sight for the rest of the day. She wanted to pop off with <em>'I do not seek power, Master'</em>, though she dared not to do so.&nbsp; Powerful energies her brown ass! <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whispers From the Harem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Westal</strong> on <strong>16-01-2012, 12:38:13</strong>
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				When Layla gave the pained expression after Tarkus pulled her against him, it may not have been physical, but he assumed it had to be.<br><br><em>It had better be.</em> A distant voice in his mind chimed, as his eyes darted around her body. The low and limited reflected light made it hard to spot before, but now that he focused on where a strong light shone, he could see discolorations on her skin.<br><br><em>I will have some questions to ask if they are what I think they are.</em> Tarkus thought as he looked at Layla in his left arm, his right hand busy teasing a Aisha's nipple between groped of the rest of her breast.<br><br>Though his thoughts were not solely admiring of Layla, with his suspicions of the marks on her body, it would likely appear to Aisha that Layla was getting his express attention, though his hand told a different story.<br><br>His eyes did not pull away from Layla's body easily, however. His inspecting of the marks left him with a pleasant inspection of his new concubine's body, and he was fairly thrilled with the prospects.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whispers From the Harem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miss Lilly</strong> on <strong>19-01-2012, 09:12:06</strong>
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				<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.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; <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.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; She glared whenever Tarkus was focused on his new concubine, but looked up at him with adoring eyes whenever he turned towards her.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; She loathed the idea of sharing her Prince with anyone, let alone someone as pitiful as her.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; Surely he knew that she could be whatever he needed, or wanted, her to be?&nbsp; That she could fulfill him? That she was more than willing to be the equivilent of two concubines?&nbsp; With his attention continuing to be drawn towards Layla, Aisha felt her heart sink.&nbsp; She never thought this day would come.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; His attention.&nbsp; 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?&nbsp; It was her place to serve.&nbsp; To make him happy.&nbsp; And if a second concubine pleased him, she had no right to feel cheated.&nbsp; But a new addition meant change. And Aisha had been perfectly happy to have her Prince, and his bed, to herself.&nbsp; Now she would be forced to share. And sharing was one of the few things that Aisha did not do well.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whispers From the Harem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Westal</strong> on <strong>19-01-2012, 21:03:57</strong>
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				When Aisha's hand and body became more insistent, his eyes finally pulled away from Layla in earnest. On either side of him were very different sights and feelings. On his right, a wanting, needing woman with whom he'd shared his earliest memories of passion. On his left, a mystery. An intrigue more than anything, and what she lacked in outward passion, he imagined future potential.&nbsp; He could also imagine the water being <em>colder</em> on his left side, but he knew that was foolish.<br><br>He gave in to Aisha's persistence, smiling at her and drawing her face to his to kiss her deeply. His mind temporarily remained on Layla, ways to try to include her or otherwise make her feel welcome, but it looked as though she was anything but eager.&nbsp; Again, telling himself that it was only shyness, he released her from his mind to focus on Aisha.&nbsp; <br><br>Her hand knew exactly what it was doing. The lightly oiled mineral water in the shallow portion made for erotic groping, and her skilled hand smoothly glided over Tarkus' hardening cock, and he moaned lightly as she toyed with his jewels at the same time.<br><br>His lips found Aisha's neck, nipping at it while his hand continued to grope her. He realized that Layla was not flush against him anymore, but when he went to recollect her, Aisha had suddenly distracted him with pushing her form to his, kissing him.&nbsp; Both hands now embraced Aisha and pulled her closer. It was not his plan to abandon Layla on this first day, perhaps he would need to rein her in a few moments. Both hands toyed with Aisha's pert nipples, smiling at her efforts with her hand at his cock.<br><br>"You are fiery today, my dear." He said in a whisper to Aisha, not exactly locked onto the notion that Aisha was trying to impress him to keep his mind off of Layla. One of his hands dipped to rub along Aisha's thigh, slowly rubbing his fingers toward her sex.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whispers From the Harem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Secretwriter</strong> on <strong>20-01-2012, 01:09:43</strong>
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				Merit, or Layla, as she was called now, knew that even if she did want to pull close to the Prince's side that he already had a woman. Why would she put forth effort to be the leftovers? There was no way in hell.&nbsp; Besides… She could tell that the woman wanted to keep her man to herself. She knew how that felt and didn't really want to intrude upon it.&nbsp; If her late husband had insisted upon sharing she would have pitched a fit but would have ended up caving just to make him happy.&nbsp; But she would have been miserable and she wouldn't have felt so loved. <br><br>She didn't want to think much more about him, it hurt too much but she did him a disservice by pushing him from her mind! She just could <em>not</em> afford to weep and show weakness, the tears that stained her arms at night when she used them as a pillow spoke of her grief. Oh… A new fear popped up in her mind hoping that this prince wouldn't find it favorable for the women to sleep in his bed. It was unheard of, wasn't it? Sometimes a woman who had earned favor, perhaps, well she had nothing to worry about, did she? <br><br>Part of her ached at the thought of loving and being loved again, knowing how he touched Aisha on the other side of her made her unhappy, and she felt bad for that but knew that it wasn't the fault of either of them. To her a harem was pointless, no man needed fifty children to carry a name. Men were greedy and they destroyed the women around them, seeing them as sport and caring nothing for their wellbeing.&nbsp; <br><br>His eyes made her uncomfortable and she swallowed. "Do you not like what you see, Master?" she asked softly, her form trembling slightly. She hoped that he'd say nothing. She wasn't good at this. They'd always been instructed to say the most annoying things to the sultan who had gifted her to him. They made some of the women so horribly self-conscious of their bodies.&nbsp; <br><br>Wondering how long things would last before he would show his cruelty, Layla looked at where the woman was stroking his cock, wanting to laugh. A mean spirited part of her wanted to show that what she knew of sex would put the simple consort to shame. But that wasn't who Layla was and it sure wasn't who she wanted to be. The woman had done nothing to her. Yet. <br><br>Ugh! Really? Seriously? They were going to do <em>that</em> while she sat there? It wasn't like it was the first time that it had happened but for of the love of all things sacred, damn give it a warm up period. The woman was just marking her territory. Meeeeooooow.&nbsp; <br><br>She slid over when she found the opportunity, away from the groping couple.&nbsp; She'd seen the glares that Aisha had given her and when the dear prince's head was turned, she made a face back; crossing her eyes she stuck her tongue out and up toward her nose, though a bit to the right.&nbsp; She held the expression until she saw Tarkus moving and then sobered quickly.<br><br>The man was a fool. Fiery today? And he saw <em>no</em> reason why? How did he manage to breathe and walk at the same time or did he truly know nothing about women? <br><br><br>[Edit: Punctuation on the last sentence.]<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whispers From the Harem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miss Lilly</strong> on <strong>24-01-2012, 08:01:07</strong>
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				Finally, Aisha's efforts seem to pay off.&nbsp; Tarkus turned his attention to her fully, kissing her neck and running his hand sensually up her thigh.&nbsp; She rolled her hips towards him, making the journey to her folds that much shorter, desperate to feel any part of him caressing her from within.&nbsp; Chuckling softly at his words, she wrapped both her arms around his neck and pressed her soft breasts into him.<br><br>"You have no idea, my love," she whispered back before capturing his lips with her own, pouring every ounce of feeling she had for her Prince into one soul touching kiss.<br><br>Completely oblivious to what Layla might be doing, Aisha positioned herself on Tarkus's lap.&nbsp; From here, he could take her in any way he pleased.&nbsp; Wrapping her legs loosely around his hips, she lay backwards, floating on the surface of the water, her hard nipples sitting atop her young, firm breasts, just begging to be suckled on.&nbsp; She closed her eyes and allowed her hands to glide slowly over her taut stomach, making their way downwards, towards her sex.&nbsp; Spreading her lips wide, Aisha moaned as the ebb and flow of the water caressed her hard nub.&nbsp; <br><br>Just being near her Prince was enough to have her squirming with desire, but today her need was even greater.&nbsp; She was desperate to have him take her, over and over again, to lay her claim to him in front of the new concubine. He was hers first, and she didn't intend to give him up easily.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whispers From the Harem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Westal</strong> on <strong>26-01-2012, 01:33:20</strong>
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				As Aisha's taut, soft torso leaned back to float along the water, it was little less than a natural reaction for Tarkus' hand to begin exploring her. Starting at her smooth legs, his hands moved along the inside of her calf, up her thigh, and then tauntingly along the edge of her sex, where her fingers spread her soft petals.<br><br>His short nails dragged up her abdomen and flat stomach, and reached to wrap his hands to her breasts. He squeezed the sexy floating orbs in his hands wantingly, and she could feel his cock flex against her and he groped her. His fingers once again toyed with her nipples, before her hands dragged slowly down her body again. <br><br>"Even after years, you inspire new questions of our bodies. Such as: how long can one stay afloat while being stimulated?"His fingers slid over her hand, his middle finger slowly gliding over Aisha's stiffened clitoris. His other hand was under the water, supporting her lower back, giving her slight support while his finger maneuvered. His index and third finger helped her spread her petals while his middle finger rolled over her nub.<br><br>He pushed off of the seat, to stand on the shallow pool's floor, moving her along the surface of the water only another foot. From there he dipped lower so he could bring her treasured sex to his face. His tongue pressed flat against her clit and flicked up and down. He loved tasting his consort, as whether to climax or merely to higher pleasure, he saw it as a ritual in binding of souls. Plus, her moans made him shiver with delight. A part of him considered it as a practice in harem-building. A consort should ensure that her master is in a constant state of pleasure and sexual contentedness. A harem owner is merely expected to be <em>able</em> to provide such.<br><br>He sucked briefly at Aisha's clit, his nails raking up her back slowly under the water, between squeezing her ass or rubbing her thighs.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whispers From the Harem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Secretwriter</strong> on <strong>26-01-2012, 03:19:16</strong>
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				Why the fuck was she even there? Not only did he completely ignore her question, he'd forgotten that she was there, which wasn't really a problem for her, not really, but it was rather annoying.&nbsp; The woman had every right to feel jealous and to be scared that her world was changing for it very much was, though Layla wanted nothing to do with it.&nbsp; <br><br>The problem was that the way that the woman acted pissed Layla off. The woman had no doubt that the concubine was doing things just to do just that either! <br><br>Being ignored made her angry when he had went as far as to pull her closer but then couldn't even acknowledge that she existed. Men truly did think with their dick and this one seemed to be quite feeble, though… who could blame him when a woman who possessed beauty such as that of that concubine was floating before him.&nbsp; She was exquisite and it looked as if she'd never missed a meal or had been mistreated.&nbsp; Aisha bore no bruises, bore no welts, had no fingerprints around her throat and her hair was shiny.&nbsp; Women who had been malnourished didn't have that sheen in their hair or that sparkle in her eyes.&nbsp; <br><br>As he pushed off the seat, angry at being ignored for some reason that she didn't have the slightest answer as to why, she moved behind him softly, not even making the slightest sound.&nbsp; Her slender fingers moved between his legs to grip his cock as he licked the lovely Aisha; she herself envied his tongue for the woman was so beautiful.&nbsp; She'd had a problem being with women at first but had found it not unpleasant, especially when she and a few of the women in her cell had cuddled and comforted each other's tears away.&nbsp; Sometimes that got physical as well, a way to distract the mind with overloading the senses with pleasure.&nbsp; <br><br>But she would not be ignored here, not where she was supposed to be part of a harem. She'd glimpsed only briefly the harem of the sultan that she'd been gifted by and their conditions were so… very opposite to what her living conditions had been. Though her touch held no anger, her eyes did as she wrapped her fingers around his thick cock and fondled his balls, she wondered briefly if he liked his ass played with but didn't figure that it was a good idea to find out.&nbsp; Her breasts pressed against his lower back as she bent behind him, almost down on the cheeks of his ass.&nbsp; Her facial cheek pressed against him to, lest she fall over. <br><br>She was doing this willingly; she hadn't been told to. Hadn't been ordered. Hadn't been commanded. It was just so different after having been put in such compromising and shaming positions to be <em>ignored</em> as if she didn't exist when before her slightest movement had gotten her fucked or whipped. It was on the tip of her tongue to ask if he liked what he felt, but she kept the snide comment to herself. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whispers From the Harem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Westal</strong> on <strong>31-01-2012, 18:44:24</strong>
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				For years now, when Tarkus was not attending tribunals or speaking to village councils, he had been with Aisha. When he was with Aisha, <em>all</em> of his attentions had been poured into her, having her, being pleased by her and giving such in return. Beyond being distracted by his work, which didn't last long when she was around, he thought of little else. She had a way of tugging at his attention even when hardly trying or even speaking.<br><br>Now that she had intentionally trying to steal his attention with willful and possessive moves, looks, and touches, he didn't stand a chance. He'd meant to respond to Layla's questioning him of his satisfaction of her body. He would have responded that he was <em>quite</em> pleased with it, though some marks concerned him. That had been before Aisha redoubled her efforts, though, and after that he had all but forgotten that he had not responded to Layla, and she had slipped away. <br><br>He was so caught in Aisha's spell, that the true nature of what had transpired did not rush through his consciousness until Layla returned silently, behind him, and gripped his cock and fondled his jewels. The sensation surprised him, and with an equal rush, he realized his poor attention to her, and also a relief and joy that she had willingly joined them.<br><br>Tarkus' attentions faltered only slightly, though it would likely signal to Aisha that something had happened. Tarkus wrapped his free hand around his back, to rub from her lower back down her firm ass. He squeezed her ass firmly, gently pulling her closer against him, thought he angle and her near weightlessness in the pool directed her more to his side.<br><br>The feeling of her large breasts against his skin in the water made his cock throb powerfully in her teasing hand, much less her attentions to his manhood and balls. <br><br>He whispered, "Welcome." to Laya, before returning his tongue to Aisha's nub, intensifying his speed and firmness against her clit with his tongue.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whispers From the Harem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miss Lilly</strong> on <strong>03-02-2012, 05:53:39</strong>
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				His touch, as always, excited her, and when he brought his face to her mound, Aisha moaned softly, gyrating her hips so that her sex rubbed against his mouth and nose.&nbsp; Tarkus knew her body so well, and could bring her to her peak within minutes, or have her teetering on the brink for hours, whichever took his fancy.&nbsp; <br><br>As his tongue worked her folds expertly, the tell tale tingle of release began to build low in her belly. Normally, it would have taken a little longer to start, but her body was extra sensitive to him today, probably due to the presence of the intruder, and the extra attention she had been lavishing on her Prince to keep him distracted.&nbsp; Her breathing quickened to a pant, and she reached for him, wanting to bury her hands in his hair and press herself hard against his face.<br><br>It wasn't until Tarkus paused in his ministrations and whispered "Welcome", that Aisha was even aware that Layla was still in the bath.&nbsp; Completely lost in the pleasure of his tongue, she had almost forgotten about the new woman.&nbsp; The knowledge that she was still here, and involved in some way in their lovemaking, left a sour taste in Aisha's mouth.&nbsp; Feeling petulant, it took all her self control not to kick out in the hope that her foot would connect with some part of Layla and force her to retreat. And if it hadn't been for the attention that Tarkus continued to pay to her sensitive nub, she might have done just that.&nbsp; But the growing wave that was radiating from her mound to the rest of her body pushed all thoughts of the new concubine from her mind, and she willing succumbed to it, giving herself over to the pleasure that only her Prince could bring.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whispers From the Harem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Secretwriter</strong> on <strong>05-02-2012, 04:05:16</strong>
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				Slightly disgusted with herself for stooping to the woman's level, letting her frustration get to her, she wanted to shirk away but it was already too late. He knew that she was there; what man wouldn't notice getting his cock played with… well other than the one getting his balls removed right about that time. <br><br>The man obviously wasn't used to sharing himself between two women, and she was slightly amused at the situation. Why? Because she'd been taken from a den of depravity where unspeakable things happened to women with multiple men and multiple other females. A place where life wasn't a certainty and shoved into a place where one thing that she was certain of was that she'd be spending a damn large portion of her time feeling lonely. She was shoved right into hell. They'd taken her from her loving home and husband, beaten her half senseless, raped her the other half into stupor, and then placed her where… she stopped the thought, afraid that her fears and anger would seep into her touch. She couldn't afford for the Prince to see her being upset. <br><br>Able to feel the way that his cock throbbed in her hand, she smirked, knowing that she was triumphant. She had no desire to take away this man from the woman that loved him, but if she didn't straighten her attitude up then she would sink to deeper levels. Besides, in a dark way, she saw it as a game. Something with which to pass the time. <br><br>Not answering his welcome, she licked up his spine, her fingers sliding up and down his thickness with a firm, knowledgeable grasp, showing him that she knew how to handle a dick.&nbsp; <br><br>Unable to see Aisha, she paid no heed to the female in the tub with them.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whispers From the Harem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Westal</strong> on <strong>06-02-2012, 08:12:07</strong>
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				Prince Tarkus moaned against Aisha as his tongue lavished over her clit again, the focused vibrations brought on by Layla's toying with his cock beneath the water's surface. Layla's grip was not shy, not uncertain, her fingers gripped him just the way to intrigue him. She was skilled at this from the start, so far at least.<br><br>While Tarkus' left hand moved to try and rub his hand along Layla while she kissed up his spine and teased his hard cock, his right hand holding Aisha afloat while he buried his face between her legs. If Layla's backside wasn't accessible from behind him, he settled for a leg or thigh. He was insistent with his touches, thinking to encourage the newcomer's touch, if not her affection.<br><br>He also focused on putting all of his active attention to pleasuring Aisha. He wanted to associate their joining with immense pleasure, and he hoped to get to Layla soon to duplicate it. His own pleasure would come, undoubtedly so with Aisha around. Yet if things continued as they were, he would eventually, if not shortly, get his wish of another outlet of his sexual strength and desire.&nbsp; While Aisha was certainly a handful of pure sexual gratification, it had already developed that he could ask anything from her, and know he would be seen to. This had lead to his fascination with developing a harem, as his age and station dictated he would need to do anyway.<br><br>There had been less surprise in Aisha and his daily lives. What they had was so easy to count on and expectantly delightful, that the wonderment had begun to wane. This of course was rarely an issue, especially when Aisha and he chose a new location, or when one of them was particularly lusty. What Layla introduced was not just another body, but a new lease on the inter-connection with each of them. While Layla's induction to him was the polar opposite of Aisha's, it created, by all odds, waves that would shake the bay into another golden age for his pleasure and companionship.<br><br>Tarkus continued to moan against Aisha from Layla's touch, his body moving slightly against hers, to feel her figure against his own.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whispers From the Harem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miss Lilly</strong> on <strong>12-02-2012, 03:29:11</strong>
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				Completely lost to the sensations coursing through her body, Aisha had no clue as to what was going on behind Tarkus, or between his legs.&nbsp; His small moans of pleasure simply served to heighten her own as his lips and tongue vibrated against her hard nub.&nbsp; Lifting one soft, full breast to her mouth, she suckled on her own nipple, all the while squirming her sex against the Prince's face.<br><br>Suddenly, the low throb of pleasure became a white hot fire. Aisha moaned loudly, her thrashing causing both Tarkus and Layla to be showered in warm, fragrant water.&nbsp; Her hips bucked wildly, and if it hadn't been for the strong hand at her back, the top half of her frame would have disappeared below the surface of the pool.&nbsp; <br><br>Floating, literally and figuratively, her limbs tingling pleasantly, Aisha lay panting softly, the rise and fall of her breasts slowing as her pulse gradually returned to normal.&nbsp; As she calmed, she became aware of the sounds of lovemaking that were not her own, and a small frown creased her brow.&nbsp; Obviously the new girl wasn't as shy as she would have them believe.&nbsp; Perhaps she thought to win her Prince's affection with her innocent act?&nbsp; Aisha began to fume.&nbsp; Who did Layla think she was, coming in here and trying to win the heart of the man that she loved?&nbsp; The man that she had devoted her entire being to?<br><br>Aisha was at a loss for what to do.&nbsp; She feared that if she allowed Tarkus to become aware of her hostility towards his new concubine, he would grow angry with her, perhaps even withold his affection from her.&nbsp; But she also feared that she would never learn to share his attention, having become so used to being the only woman in his life.&nbsp; She chewed her bottom lip indecisively.&nbsp; Should she climb out of the bath, leaving her Prince alone with the battered and bruised Layla? Or should she do what a woman in her position was expected to do, and happily share her man?<br><br>She looked towards her Prince, noting for the first time that Layla had her hand wrapped firmly around his shaft.&nbsp; She knew what he would want her to do, and she was dedicated to fulfilling all his needs and wants.&nbsp; But could she bring herself to do this?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whispers From the Harem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Secretwriter</strong> on <strong>12-02-2012, 04:18:40</strong>
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				Why couldn't she just close her eyes and awake from this awful nightmare? Awake to a world where this had been just that; where her husband was grinning down at her, that mischievous gleam in his eye as he told her that it was time to get up. That always meant one thing and it wasn't rising to gather eggs! She sighed softly, her breath shuddering in her chest as tears burned her eyes. This wasn't a dream, though. How she wished it was. <br><br>His hands gripped her leg, his fingers pressing against her thigh, she slightly shied away from letting him get to anywhere private on her body.&nbsp; It was one thing to touch him and yet another thing entirely for him to touch her intimately. She wasn't quite ready though she knew that she needed to get over that, though hopefully it wasn't going to be so very quickly. He'd provided one female pleasure; surely he'd demand fulfillment from her mouth or pussy. Right? Oh she didn't know how this man operated and she fretted, though her stroking only grew stronger, hoping to get him off in the water and that he'd be done with them. Most men weren't able to get it up again quickly and those who were happened to be few and far in between in her hurried experience. Oh… damn. He found her bottom and his touches weren't light. He was a man who liked touching it seemed. <br><br>It wasn't the fault of the man, nor was it the fault of the female who was currently splashing them with water spurned on by her thrashing. At least the liquid smelled nice, unlike any water she'd ever smelled before. It was a first and she'd noticed it though it hadn't really registered. The water was scented… slightly oily as well.&nbsp; Just a few moments ago she'd rubbed her fingers and her thumb together, admiring the texture of the oil in the water. <br><br>What did bother her was why she felt so exposed. Was it because she was the only female in there that was new, where before she'd been clinging to a mass of other women who were all equally frightened, if not more so than she was?&nbsp; She felt as if she was under inspection, under complete and utter scrutiny. However she vowed to herself that she would treat that female the same that she was treated in turn. She would be nice and kind if Aisha was. If Aisha was a bitch and went to strike her… so help the woman when she was done. <br><br>Fearing being put on display at that moment, she eagerly reached out, fear reflecting in her eyes as she grabbed Aisha's foot and tugged gently, pulling her closer. She hoped that the female didn't see it, couldn't see the haunting hiding behind her eyes as Layla pulled the concubine's twat toward their Master's cock, her touch only on her leg as Aisha floated over the surface of the water. She had done so much already with a man, with multiple men; but for some reason being put on display in front of Aisha frightened her and she hoped to put off being fucked in front of the woman. Fucked at all, period.&nbsp; It wasn't Aisha's opinion of her that mattered. It was that she felt naked, not just nude. She felt bare and she couldn't stop that feeling.&nbsp; <br><br>It sickened her to think that she had been stronger when she wasn't the only one suffering, not that she was suffering much in her current state.&nbsp; The man seemed kind, truly. It just didn't stop her from being scared. It was the unknown that was bothering her. Aisha was a big part of that unknown. Her tummy growled and she sighed, hoping that when they were done there that they could eat. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whispers From the Harem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Westal</strong> on <strong>13-02-2012, 23:24:23</strong>
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				Prince Tarkus was pleasantly surprised when he saw Layla reach out and grasp Aisha by the leg and pull her closer against him, even guiding her hips down to his own. In his eyes, it was participation with selflessness, though the idea of her using it to avoid attention on her was lingering in the back of his mind.<br><br>For the moment, however, he enjoyed the sensation of being between the two women. Their wet bodies rubbing against his form in the oiled scented water was simply divine, especially when he pulled Aisha's chest to his own. Feeling Layla's large breasts at his back and Aisha's at his front was the sort of sensation he'd dreamed of with a harem.<br><br>Tarkus' cock, hard from Layla's stroking beneath the water, was rock hard and rubbing slowly against Aisha's thighs as he supported her body against his, wrapping her legs around his hips tightly, then gripping her ass firmly with one hand rubbing his manhood along the bottom of her sex.<br><br>His other hand did not stop touching Layla, merely rubbing along her leg and her ass. Now that she had joined them, he wanted to keep her near, or at least keep her within a touch's length. <br><br>"Let us move to where we may better enjoy one another." He said facing Aisha, though his hand gripped Layla's ass in time to mean to supposedly include her. Tarkus took a few steps back to return to the array of steps and levels going down into the water. He'd used these to keep them at certain levels or positions, so that they weren't always constrained to having sex with him standing and holding her.<br><br>At the moment though, that particular position seemed far too enjoyable and convenient. Before he'd even returned to the steps, he moved his tip to Aisha's slit, and without warning pushed his length deep into her, holding himself there as he stood just in front of the many steps.&nbsp; He gave a low grunt and a smile of satisfaction of being within her once again, his eyes mischievous though caring.<br><br>"I will be a giving man for my harem, no matter it's size." He said a his hips began to arch against Aisha, his cock moving and flexing within her tightness.&nbsp; "But for now, we have a very sensual number. I will always desire to pleasure the other while I take one. In time, I would see that all of us feel that same way of each other." Whether he meant him with future women in a broader sense, or between Aisha and Layla, was unclear. "When I am with one of you, you will be the only star in the sky. When I have the both of you together, I will leave no one wanting. I wish no spectators, only participants."<br>He slowly thrusted his cock deep within Aisha again after only pulling from her a few inches. He turned to Layla while directing Aisha's head to his shoulder.&nbsp; "I look forward to you knowing our brand of pleasure. I know the body is a bashful thing by nature amongst those met so soon. Know that I aim to please as soon as you can appreciate it."<br><br>Naive or not, he chalked up her subtle deviating from his hand's more mischievous and pleasurable aims at a simply shyness of the body instead of considering what she could have gone through, not that he would have been like to comprehend that.<br><br>"I can only hope that my multi-functioning is as good as I intend for it to be. You two will train me in that just as you train my senses." He said, accentuating his words with another slow but powerful thrust into Aisha's pussy. Tarkus' hand had wrapped around Layla, bringing her close, his arm under her full heavy breast, his palm slowly moving to squeeze one of them.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whispers From the Harem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miss Lilly</strong> on <strong>20-02-2012, 02:39:14</strong>
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				The hand which gripped her ankle firmly must be Layla's, Aisha thought.&nbsp; She knew the touch of her Prince so well, and it certainly wasn't his.&nbsp; She didn't resist the movement which brought her sex closer to Tarkus, but she did wonder what the woman was playing at.&nbsp; It wasn't the action of someone who was trying to snatch away her man, and was, Aisha thought, indicitive of a willingness to share.&nbsp; And to recognise the place of each woman within the heirachy of the harem.&nbsp; The idea that Layla was simply trying to deflect attention away from herself didn't occur to Aisha, not even for a moment.&nbsp; She was so enamoured with her Prince that she couldn't imagine anyone not welcoming his advances, especially not a woman who had been brought into his circle of care.<br><br>All such thoughts disappeared as Tarkus pulled her up to his chest, teasing her with the head of his hard member.&nbsp; Aisha squirmed against him as her legs wrapped around his hips and his hand gripped her backside firmly. Barely noticing their movement towards the steps, she cried out with joy as her Prince pushed himself inside her, her walls stretching around him deliciously as he held himself there. He filled her so well, it was as if she were made just for him.<br><br>Aisha heard his words, but couldn't concentrate on their meaning at the moment.&nbsp; It didn't matter that she gave herself to him daily.&nbsp; When they were engaged in any sort of lovemaking, she completely lost herself to it.&nbsp; In those moments, his pleasure and hers were the only thoughts that filled her mind.&nbsp; Storing the short speach away for later examination, she moaned with every thrust of his hard shaft into her warm, willing, tunnel, still slick from her earlier eruption.&nbsp; Sliding her ample bosom against his hard chest, her nipples contracted and hardened further as she nuzzled against his neck.&nbsp; Moving her lips to his ear she suckled on the fleshy lobe before releasing it from her mouth with a small pop.<br><br>"My Prince," she moaned, her voice thick with desire.&nbsp; "Make me scream for you."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whispers From the Harem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Westal</strong> on <strong>20-02-2012, 04:57:39</strong>
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				Tarkus gave a low, rumbling moan. The lightly oiled water, Layla close against him in the slick liquid, and his cock buried deep inside Aisha as she clung to him was an immense overload of stimulation. It was the first time having two women touching him at once while actively having sex, and it exceeded his expectations.<br><br>His hips bucked up into Aisha's tight core powerfully, his hands guiding her to and from half to all of his cock before pulling her back and thrusting his hips to her. Tarkus' length pulsed and flexed within her, and feeling her around him again was comforting and delightful as always, but ever more accentuated with Layla's presence.<br><br>His hand around Layla continued to caress her heavy breast, while his hand at Aisha's ass groped firmly. The speed of his thrusts picked up slightly, the pleasure building to where it was very hard to resist speeding up. He did know Aisha's body very well, however, so there was little exploration as to what she liked best. He knew what made her happiest in each position, or at least he thought he did, and his thrusts matched the tempo he knew she'd enjoy.<br><br>He had gone all day&nbsp; without seeing Aisha, and even half of that time would have made him very antsy for the pleasure that she gave him. He had an extremely potent sex drive, almost to a point of distraction with his other duties. Aisha gave him release so that he could focus on the affairs of the kingdom, and he often said he did not know what he would do without her.<br><br>"Yes..." He moaned, the full body sensation of the soothing oiled waters and these two women tossing him almost embarrassingly fast toward his eventual release. He was not very good at holding his orgasms, but he could go many times in succession if the night was particularly promising. During more casual romps, he would almost have to cum two to three times. It was almost torture for him climaxing once and then not at least one more time. He seemed to thrive on the intense over-stimulation.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whispers From the Harem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Secretwriter</strong> on <strong>20-02-2012, 06:00:48</strong>
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				<em>Will always desire to pleasure the other while I take the other.</em> Right. He was a man, he just wanted his dick wet.&nbsp; She'd been exposed to how men really thought, though she'd known it before she'd just tempered it with the ideal that a man could be satisfied and love one woman wholly.&nbsp; Men wanted pleasure even if it was a woman's pain to give it. This one wanted to break two women's hearts for his pleasure. She didn't think that he'd be all that giving. Gifts, sure, maybe. Fine items. But sexually he'd be able to handle one and then he'd go to sleep.&nbsp; One of them would always be left frustrated. The sounds of sex when two people were mutually enjoying something were very arousing… though she had to admit that there were times when some women had gotten their just desserts that she'd gotten aroused though she wouldn't ever do so out loud.&nbsp; She didn't understand what he meant about all of them feeling the same way. How many women did the bastard desire? Men were selfish.&nbsp; <br><br>While her body was bashful it was more than that. If he was displeased for any reason with everything being so fragile, and Aisha saw that… she didn't know if she would survive it. She knew how to fuck but that didn't mean that Tarkus liked his ass tickled with a feather.&nbsp; He might not like some of the cruder things that she'd been forced to do either. Not everyone liked a tongue in the ass and yet so many did… her mind reeled with examples.&nbsp; And… also… she really had no desire to make Aisha feel inadequate if she did do things right and he praised her expressly.&nbsp; Her emotions rolled and boiled, one part of her wanted to rip this man from the woman's clutches, another part wanted to walk away. A third part wanted to co-exist peacefully and try to have a life where she had simple things that she could tell Aisha took advantage of. Food and sleep, mostly.&nbsp; A soft bed. Fresh water.&nbsp; Not being made to drink piss or… she cut her thoughts off there, they were far too painful to relive. Especially if she was going to try to not cry when he touched her or fight him. Or cringe. Or stiffen like he was a devil. <br><br>Train him? Yeah. She had a feeling that it wasn't going to be that pleasurable for her, especially with Aisha hating her and likely thinking she was planning to steal her man. As if. Oh really, Alicia? Oh really! She turned her face away from Aisha's when he pushed her head over his shoulder, moving further over to the side and really wanting to move on out of the room. The thought of sharing just disgusted her; there were so many things she'd experienced while 'sharing' and she really didn't want to go there again.&nbsp; She felt like a third wheel. She <em>was</em> a third wheel in an already established relationship. Less than half a year and she'd gone from being happily in love and married to being a fuck toy. Brilliant. <br><br>The woman didn't seem to mind at all being pulled closer, being fucked by the Prince.&nbsp; She supposed that she didn't blame her. How could she be okay with just being done in public? Then again… she didn't know what the Prince's delights were; what got him off.&nbsp; She didn't really want to watch them getting it on and would have backed off but for the prince's bloody insistent hand, groping her.&nbsp; So many emotions overloaded her mind that it made it hard to handle them. She scoffed mentally at herself, calling herself weak and a pussy. She'd been through so many things and she was finding <em>this</em> hard to deal with? She was finding the thought of this woman's pussy juice on his cock going near her mouth or crotch offensive?&nbsp; Ass to mouth was one thing but ass to mouth was different when it wasn't your own ass and she'd been through that and lived to tell about it.&nbsp; She needed to grow up. She could handle this even if she didn't like it. <br><br>Would the rest of her life forever be her being belittled as she'd been treated for the past while? Was it always going to be the same way?&nbsp; She didn't think that she could take much more… there was a limit to her stretching and bending. One day she would break.&nbsp; <br><br>Layla prayed to her Gods that he would come, that he would hurry and burst and just let her go to bed. At this point she didn't care if she had to go to bed hungry; she just wanted away from the moaning, groaning couple! <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whispers From the Harem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miss Lilly</strong> on <strong>21-02-2012, 02:32:42</strong>
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				Aisha knew Tarkus as well as he knew her, and she sensed that he would soon be on the verge of release.&nbsp; Her own orgasm was also getting close, but the Prince's needs came first, always.&nbsp; And in all the time she had been his woman, he had yet to leave her wanting.&nbsp; Tightening the muscles of her channel, she gripped him harder, which served to increase her own pleasure as well.&nbsp; She was barely aware of Layla's presence, despite her foot occasionally brushing against the woman at Tarkus' back<br><br>"Yes, Lover," she moaned in his ear as he thrust into her repeatedly.&nbsp; "Fill me with your seed....give it to me....I need it....." Aisha was mumbling almost incoherently.&nbsp; She always enjoyed making love to her Prince in his royal baths.&nbsp; The fragrant oil added&nbsp; to the water made her body so sensitive to his every touch, his every stroke.&nbsp; Her nipples were hard as stone as they rubbed against his chest, and Aisha roughly twisted each one in turn, heightening the sensations that were coursing through her body.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Almost on the verge of cumming herself, the dark haired beauty held back.&nbsp; She adored climaxing at the same time as her Prince, and had become quite adept at slowing down her orgasm.&nbsp; Teetering on the edge of exploding, she waiting for a sign from Tarkus that he, too, was peaking, before she allowed herself to succumb to the needs of her flesh.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whispers From the Harem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Westal</strong> on <strong>22-02-2012, 02:16:19</strong>
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				Aisha's moaning and words of desire filled Tarkus with an intense passion and energy. He gripped her ass firmly, as his hips began to piston to and from her tightened pussy, the muscles of which she had so delightfully trained for his pleasure. He loved to watch her twist her own nipples, though he wished he could tease them himself. He longed to toy with them in his mouth, with his teeth grazing them and lips tugging between firm caresses of his hands.<br><br>His hands were entirely occupied though, one holding Aisha in position and moving her in time with his powerful thrusts , the other hand keeping Layla close to them. He wanted her nearby, because he wanted her next. The ritual of the joining had to involve being inside all women, and even in matters outside his new harem, he was entirely devoted to ritual. He knew it would only grow more difficult to have each woman in one session in years to come, so he was going to perform in spades for these two, though it was not exactly a stretch for his abilities.<br><br>"Yesyesyes..." Tarkus growled between clenched teeth.&nbsp; A wild, yearning moan escaped his lips, trying to push himself over the edge at this less than perfect position.&nbsp; His hips had to buck powerfully up into her, to make her form move upwards in the water with only the aid of his one hand, before pulling her back down along his cock, grinding himself deep within her. Her legs around him helped immensely, and made each thrust feel incredible. "Aisha YES!" He finally groaned, nipping at Aisha's neck as he finally came deep within her.<br><br>To his credit, he hardly slowed during his orgasm. He thrived on the over-stimulation, wildly slamming his cock into her as his manhood throbbed and convulsed with his immense climax. Tarkus growled with passionate release, holding both women close as though a natural reflex. As always, he wanted to push his physical limits of pleasure, to continue uninterrupted until the white-hot sensation overtook his vision, and he felt like he'd feint. While feinting never truly happened, but he wanted only the pinnacle of any experience. This habit was well-combined with her holding off her orgasms for him, as he was able to continue for multiple moments after his own eruption, wanting to hear her own cries of delight and pleasure.<br><br>His orgasm rushed visions into his head, considerations and even fantasies involving his two women. The two of them, while potentially great individually, would open up brand new doors of pleasure. Even beyond the traditional positions of two women and a man, there were, what he considered, darker desires that might be experimented on, ones he wouldn't ask Aisha to do with just the two of them. He thought it unnecessary, almost distracting to have his ass played with when there was only Aisha to focus on, but if there was another woman, with less convenient avenues to please him... why not pursue the next level of pleasure? Perhaps he did not truly know the zenith of bliss until he opened his mind to any and every possible form of stimulation?<br><br>The thought slid from his mind as the throes of his orgasm left him. He was breathing hot, deep breaths over Aisha's neck, which he'd been sucking and nipping at. "Amazing...my muse...my ever knowing delight." He said. "As always...you have brought me absolute pleasure." He whispered.<br><br>He would not apologize for what he would want and need to do next. It was not a shame, not a insult, it was merely a breaching of previous unknown to him. He did not say it right away, not wanting to deprive her of their post-coital embrace. His cock remained thick and hard within her, though it was twice as sensitive to any touch. He moved his second hand from Layla to wrap around Aisha for the brief moments, rubbing her back and caressing her cheek, kissing her deeply for longing seconds.<br><br>He whispered to Aisha, though he knew that he should not. There was not supposed to be any woman higher than the other in the joining ritual, as there would be once they left the pools. He simply could not stop himself though, as the guilt he was suppressing compelled him.<br><br>"You are my first, and will always be." He said simply to Aisha in a very quiet voice, before lifting her from his cock. His hands lingered on her body, his eyes doing the same on her own orbs. His expression was determined, stepping into a frontier that was desired but unknown.<br><br>"Layla." He said. His voice was soft, but hardly meek. His heart was racing, his senses on overload, and he had a sense of purpose. He had not given her much time without his hand on her to move away, though he addressed her now to halt her if she had. <br><br>He turned to face Layla. "Step to me, my lady of shadows. It is your turn to know your new keeper." His hands moved off of Aisha, sweat slightly glistening on his forehead.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whispers From the Harem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Secretwriter</strong> on <strong>22-02-2012, 05:23:27</strong>
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				When he let her go she wanted to run. Her stomach twisted up in knots and she felt as if she was going to lose the small amount of water that she'd swallowed before coming into the room.&nbsp; She'd been unable to get from his grasp but when he let her loose she felt a touch of panic filling her chest. <br><br>Coldness that burned flooded her chest, and if her nipples hadn't already hardened from the sounds of the lovemaking couple, they would have from the icy fear that gripped her.&nbsp; Anxiety. It made her tongue feel like cotton had been shoved into her mouth.&nbsp; &nbsp;She watched as he lifted Aisha from his cock and she couldn't just go to him… Not in front of Aisha. Please… Not in front of her, she mentally begged. <br><br>It didn't really matter to her that Aisha would be considered 'above' her. It wasn't like she was going to listen to Aisha anyway.&nbsp; Biting down on her bottom lip hard enough to leave marks, though ones that would fade in moments, she stood before him, her face pointed toward the floor.&nbsp; "Yes, Master?" she asked quietly, her voice barely above a whisper, almost inaudible. She couldn't bring herself to call him 'my Prince'. The term was bubbling stomach acid in the making. <br><br>"Surely his highness would like to rest first, could I get you some water?"&nbsp; Anything. Fuck anything! <em>'Just let me get the hell out of this room!'</em>&nbsp; Would it be rude to scrub his cock first? Layla pondered that for a moment. "You are perspiring, perhaps you would like to sit for a moment?"&nbsp; The cold pain in her tits and chest wasn't leaving, it was spreading to her stomach instead.&nbsp; Turning into waves of nauseas fear. Wasn't like she had anything in her stomach to lose… That was possibly a plus. She tried to look on the bright side. Maybe she could play it off… <em>'oh,… Master, I just never saw a cock the size of yours… made me feel faint…'</em> She almost choked on smothering her laughter and passed it off as a cough, followed by a nervous giggle. That wasn't wholly far from the truth, he was rather blessed.&nbsp; Why did the room feel as if it was getting smaller? Why was the water so hot suddenly? Was the room spinning? <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whispers From the Harem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miss Lilly</strong> on <strong>23-02-2012, 03:45:55</strong>
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				His gentle bite on her neck was signal enough for Aisha, and she stopped holding back.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; She ground her pussy into him with every one of his powerful thrusts, the rhythmic convulsions of her walls alternately gripping and releasing him.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; Not that she would believe for a moment that her heightened pleasure had anything to do with the presence of Layla.&nbsp; Not at all.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; "Your pleasure is mine, my love.&nbsp; I am for you. Always," she murmured back, the waves of pleasure still coursing through her body.&nbsp; 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> &nbsp;<br><br>The words warmed her heart, even as they broke it.&nbsp; Tarkus lifted her from him, placed her aside, and called <em><strong>her</strong></em> to him.&nbsp; Aisha sat on the steps of the baths, a battle raging inside of her.&nbsp; She knew she had no right to feel this way.&nbsp; The Prince had an obligation to maintain a Harem.&nbsp; It was what the people expected.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; A Sultan without a Harem was akin to a bird without wings.&nbsp; It was unnatural.&nbsp; But the knowing of those facts didn't make the swallowing of them any easier.&nbsp; Aisha had grown used to not sharing her Prince.&nbsp; In fact, in the deepest recesses of her mind, she was both concubine, and wife.&nbsp; She liked to think that she was enough for him.&nbsp; That he'd never need, or want, another woman in his life.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; Perhaps she could make her feel so uncomfortable that she'd be unable to perform.&nbsp; And what was the use of a harem woman who could not perform?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whispers From the Harem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Westal</strong> on <strong>24-02-2012, 00:38:39</strong>
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				The prince waited for Layla to obey his request, his hand holding his hard though extremely sensitive manhood to continue stimulating himself until Layla came to him. His hand stroked himself within the waters, obeying the ritual's need for a phallus cleansed of his previous woman before taking the next. Technically this could be done by either him or any woman, but it was more convenient this way.<br><br>Tarkus' head tilted slightly in mild confusion and curiosity as Layla spoke. It was not the sort of tone anyone would use to his face, much less a woman of his harem. It was not coarse, or even disrespectful, it was...evasive. <br><br>His tilted head was the only part of him that seemed softened by her soft delays or excuses. His body stood in the waist-high waters, slightly illuminated by the flickering candles surrounding them. He had a hard, toned body, not as over-muscular as it was lacking in any excess. His skin was tight around his tightly formed muscles, which wound all through his body.&nbsp; His skin was tanned from leisurely hours in the sun, and was light compared to how it had been in his mandatory time leading men in battle under the relentless heat. That duty had made him transcend adolescence, he would only be a man in all ways when he secured his harem.<br><br>His eyes flickered over her nude body, re-fixing on parts of her he had noticed previously, but had been distracted by Aisha's welcome but distracting demand for his attentions. Discoloration on her skin, subtle in the low light but obvious when he looked right at it, where the light shone on her from the reflecting glass from the window slits far above.<br><br>His head straightened on his neck, and his imposing stature, as though standing at rigid attention, loosened slightly. "I need neither water nor rest, my dear." He said in a low but patient voice. "I prefer to rest and hydrate when all that can be done, has. I enjoy capitalizing on the sensation and stimulation on throes just passed."<br><br>He stepped toward her, as she made no movement toward him. He had to push away his scandalized thoughts of her not obeying him. Certain realizations, or at least suspicions, were taking route in his mind.<br><br>"It seems your journey to me had bumps." He said, reaching out to touch her side to hold her in place before moving to her. He tried to prevent his cock from touching her thigh, for now, though it was easy to misjudge distance in the water, and his body shivered when his sensitive tip touched her leg once lightly. "You will know only silks and pillows under my hand." He said lightly. He could not ask now how she came about such markings. If the ritual were interrupted with such distractions, his harem and rule would be cursed, so sacred was the joining ceremony to his custom. He would not let that happen, though he would have many questions to ask those who brought her to him. Questions that may end in beheading.<br><br>"Do not be wary of my passion...I would not take you so intensely...I mean you only joy and pleasure. Come."&nbsp; One hand on her hip, the other moving through her hair, he brought her closer to him. "You should know your own pleasure before we are finally joined." He almost looked forward to having her so that they could conclude, and he could get to the bottom of why he was brought a woman with marks on her body. <br><br>Gently, though insistently, he turned her so that her back was to him. His arms wrapped around her front, cupping her heavy breasts in his firm grasp. He sat back upon the step pulling her into his lap, behind his manhood so that she sat behind the very base of it.&nbsp; With them sitting on that step, the water reached inches below her collarbone, the fragrant oils atop the water strong in their nostrils. His hands caressed her full breasts, while his lips moved down to where her neck met her shoulder. He nipped and kissed at her skin, until his right hand left her breast to move down her body. His fingers began to drag slowly up her inner thigh, his warm breath washing over her skin.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whispers From the Harem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Secretwriter</strong> on <strong>26-02-2012, 23:13:23</strong>
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				Layla felt like she was going to faint and she trembled, seconds away from breaking out into a puddle of tears and begging for him not to do anything to her to hurt her.&nbsp; Her eyes burned with unshed tears and she blinked as her eyes locked on Aisha's.&nbsp; She saw that glare. She saw the hate in the woman's eyes and became enraged.&nbsp; She didn't like how it made her feel or what it made her want to do, but she had to survive, right? And if it came down to who would be taken care of and who would be cast aside… well her mind thought one thing rather romantically about her husband, but her survival instinct and inner needs thought another rather cruelly about how she could handle the situation. <br><br>But before she could formulate any plan, let alone put one into action, her eyes moved back to Tarkus and he looked confused. He was a handsome man, one who appealed to her body and her heart… Then again so had been several of the cruel soldiers who had known her body.&nbsp; Her face paled as she noted that he was looking her over and shame contorted her features. She just <em>knew</em> he was going to think that she was a disruptive sow; a woman who couldn't do what she was told and had gotten what she deserved at the hands of her previous Master. He surely thought that he was going to have to be hard on her to get her to obey.&nbsp; And she certainly hadn't helped that perception of that with her own attitude, now had she?&nbsp; <br><br>"Yes, Master," she affirmed as he spoke of her journey and held her in place. See.. right there she saw that he thought she'd run.&nbsp; Inside she felt like her heart was being shredded. Like she was being disloyal. Dishonoring her beloved husband with her wicked thoughts of this man's body. Her breath caught when his cock touched her and she'd seen him wash his whore from his flesh.&nbsp; Thank the Gods. The way that the woman looked at her made Layla want to punish her in her own way. <br><br>Wait a moment, what had he said? Had she been mistaken about his perception? Layla had made assumptions about his thoughts and it might be that she was entirely wrong. His hand in her hair tugged her closer, though before her breasts could press against him he had turned her and she found herself sitting in his lap in the water. Heat flooded her abdomen as she realized the situation.<br><br>Gasps left her throat as she felt his cock below her, his hands on her breasts, and his lips on her neck. Carefully she spread her legs and reached between them, intent on stroking his manhood.&nbsp; She shifted and lifted up, his dick rubbing against her clit.&nbsp; She put a hand over his tip and shaft, and started to ride up and down, not letting him go inside of her, instead taunting his flesh with the cry of her own.&nbsp; Every cock knew what a pussy felt like and begged to get inside, just as every sweet slit knew the touch of that fat mushroom tip, knew that special sponginess that nothing could replicate. Her pussy weeped to have him inside, her body wet from the things that she couldn't help; hearing the sounds of the two copulating and the fear of what would be coming preparing her body so as to avoid pain.&nbsp; But there was also… something else.&nbsp; Her loins heated at his kisses and her heart broke as it happened. Her body should want no other man but for her late lover. But it did. It did and it wanted him badly. She wanted pleasure that would make her cry out at the top of her lungs. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whispers From the Harem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miss Lilly</strong> on <strong>27-02-2012, 02:55:18</strong>
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				Surreptitiously, Aisha slid further away from Tarkus and Layla as they settled on the steps.&nbsp; She closed her eyes, and prayed to the Gods for the ability to close her ears as well.&nbsp; She had known this was going to happen.&nbsp; She and Tarkus had had several long discussions about the joining ritual, and although she understood the why's and how's, she didn't like it.&nbsp; Not one little bit<br><br>It was all the young woman could do not to storm over to the couple, grab a handful of Layla's hair, and drag her off her Prince's lap as roughly as she was able.&nbsp; Instead, she somehow contained her anger and sat quietly, waiting for it to be over.&nbsp; And, if the Gods were listening to her prayers, perhaps Layla would be so unwilling to be taken, or so unable to please her Prince, that Tarkus would cast her out of the Harem and decide that Aisha was all he'd ever need.<br><br>A single tear slid down one delicately rouged cheek as Aisha realised that the Gods were not going to listen to her plea to be struck deaf.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whispers From the Harem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Westal</strong> on <strong>27-02-2012, 20:30:32</strong>
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				Tarkus gave a low groan as Layla put her hands to his lengthy cock while rubbing her slit against his flesh. Her participation had made him forget about his questions of the marks on her body, for now. There were much more important things to concern himself with.<br><br>He continued to suck and nip at her neck and up to her earlobe, his hands squeezing and caressing her full, heavy breasts while she toyed with his shaft and slid her pussy against it. It was a thrilling but unusual sensation touching another woman in this way, as Aisha had been his every desire for years now.&nbsp; There was certain heaviness in his heart, to be sure, and an instinctive guilt that he pushed from him mind entirely as weakness to be overcome.<br><br>His hand had briefly left Layla's right breast, and extended toward Aisha, to try and keep her somewhat close, as he had insisted on for Layla. His fingers only brushed against her retreating form however, though at least she could feel that he had reached for her, if it was any comfort. He was not such a fool as to think that Aisha would be as stoic in her heart as she could be in her appearance, though he cherished her all the more for doing what she must, enduring through what he must accomplish. Tarkus could only give Aisha a short glance, though he’d told himself not to, in case there was an expression that would weigh his heart down all the more. It was a look of appealing admiration, an appreciative glance of warmth, but without any hint of apology.<br><br>There was certainly no uncertainty in Tarkus’ cock, as it pulsed and throbbed in Layla’s touch and against her pussy. His fingers toyed with Layla’s nipples wantingly as she teased him. He whispered to her: “Your touch is as hypnotic as your body. I want you entirely…” <br><br>One hand moved from her breast to slide a finger along her slit between his cock and her flesh. He wanted to replace his tip with his finger at her nub, so that his manhood could be used at other places. Finding the hot spots of another body made him miss for an upward motion or two of his finger, but his strong, deft hands made it a priority to familiarize him with her sex. A brief moment later, his middle finger was stroking the hood of her clit upwards in slow motions, his other hand moving at her hip. He began to make a move to lift her slightly, aiming his tip to meet at Layla's sex.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whispers From the Harem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Secretwriter</strong> on <strong>27-02-2012, 21:01:35</strong>
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				Anger grew in Layla's heart as she saw him reach for the other woman. She wanted to push her body from his, wanted to flee his despicable presence. Something felt off about this, and she didn't really want to continue. There was a heaviness upon the air, a tangible oppression and it made her feel sick to her stomach.&nbsp; <br><br>She watched the woman slide away, knowing how she felt as she'd just felt much similar, though without the longing sentiment of ones who had been lovers.&nbsp; This was a man's world and this situation was Tarkus's fault alone. <em>HIS</em> fault and no one else's because of his greed, because of the men that thought that they had to have harems. Every woman deserved to be loved… individually.<br><br>His lies met her ears. He wanted her entirely. Liar. No. He did not or he wouldn't have just reached for Aisha. He wouldn't have held onto her as he fucked the other female either, not if he wanted her entirely either. He wanted parts of them, the parts that he chose, just like any harem owner. He wanted his own pleasure. In anger she prayed to her Gods for him to be blessed with nothing but daughters. While she would hope for his pleasure in the future, she did not have that caring in her heart to afford him such luxuries above her own desires at the present time. <br><br>But her body had been proven to be that of a whore's time and time again, over and over and just as those times had occurred, her flesh gave way to his touch.&nbsp; She moaned with delight and shivered as his finger slid along her slit, though her breasts had enjoyed his touch it was nothing of a pleasure center like her sex.&nbsp; She didn't take much coaxing to follow his motions, lifting her hips up, breasts floating on the water as he lined his tip up with her entrance.&nbsp; She groaned deeply, heat surging through her as she felt that bulbous tip pressing against her core.&nbsp; She reached back and gripped his arms as she drove down onto it, eagerly impaling herself on his rigid manhood.&nbsp; He was large, but not the largest that she'd been forced to endure; he was big enough to hurt her with it but just being with him didn't cause her agony.&nbsp; Guilt plagued her heart and she tried to push her husband's accusing eyes out of her head and almost failed, tears pouring silently down her cheeks. There had been no desire for the other men that she'd endured. This man was different. <br><br>Tarkus was different in the way that he kept himself, he was clean and soft, hard in all the right places, and his teeth were perfect and without rot. He was desirable in his strength and vigor.&nbsp; She had lust for him where she had not others and her guilt plagued her.&nbsp; She wasn't going to stop; she knew what life would be for her if she halted or faltered and there was still that witch who was glaring, at least she felt those hateful eyes whether or not she had them on her or not. <br><br>Her clenching walls gripped at his shaft, squeezing him inside of her as she lowered down, squirming as she found that his length was just a bit more than she could handle with ease.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whispers From the Harem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miss Lilly</strong> on <strong>28-02-2012, 02:19:23</strong>
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				The slight brush of his fingers told Aisha that Tarkus wanted her close during the ritual, as he had kept Layla close.&nbsp; She knew what she was supposed to do, and was fighting an internal battle between that, and what she wanted to do.&nbsp; She was well accustomed to fulfilling all of her Prince's wishes.&nbsp; His desire was her desire.&nbsp; His happiness, her happiness.&nbsp; Never before had she struggled to do anything that he asked.&nbsp; She'd always taken the greatest pleasure in indulging his every whim.&nbsp; But this was different.&nbsp; This required her to share him - his love, his body - with another woman, something she'd always hoped would never come to pass.<br><br>What she really wanted was to strangle Layla with her bare hands.&nbsp; Or, at the very least, leave the soft waters of the bath and let the new couple complete the ritual on their own.&nbsp; However, her sense of loyalty to Tarkus would let her do neither, and ignoring the screams of every cell of her body, Aisha reluctantly moved back towards her Prince.&nbsp; Every moan that escaped Layla's lips cut deep into her heart, and she could do nothing to stop the tears that slid down her cheeks.&nbsp; Keeping her head turned away, lest Tarkus see her pain, she got as close to him as she could bring herself to be.<br><br>Covering her ears with her hands, she hoped that the ordeal would soon be over.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whispers From the Harem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Westal</strong> on <strong>01-03-2012, 20:58:16</strong>
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				The suddenness of Layla willingly pushing herself down along his rigid cock took the breath from him in a hoarse grunt. His arms around her body tightened their sensual embrace, and the hand that was caressing her breast also squeezed in response to the jolt of pleasure he'd gotten from driving so deep into Layla for the first time.<br><br>It was impossible to describe in words the difference between the feel of being within either of them, but it was a singularly new sensation nonetheless. It was a strange exhilaration, taking a new woman after two years of only having one. There was a new shape that his hands caressed, a new smell to her hair, a new sound of her moans, a new sensation as their skin rubbed over one another. He wondered if he would be able to learn the subtleties of what each woman preferred, learn which movements delighted each of them differently, or if what he'd learned and (to his mind) perfected would work similarly on Layla.<br><br>He was glad to see Aisha step toward them, if not understandably reluctantly. He needed her nearby, for many reasons. He needed to know that her obedience did not abandon him, even under these circumstances. If she could endure this, he imagined she would be his through anything. Also, he needed her close by so that he could fully push the nagging, if distant and concealed, feeling of guilt. <br><br>Sure, this moment had been ordained and all but mandatory. Not only would his capacity to rule be questioned, but if he did not take another consort, Aisha would be in real danger of execution, though not for some time. After one consort convinced her master to take no others, and take her as a wife in all but name, she had been stoned under the crime of conspiring to corrupt the bloodline and anger the gods. That had been an entirely different age, a different situation, and that woman had likely been guilty of the crimes she was accused of, but the precedent was fresh in the minds of the people. With her nearby, he needn't worry about that particular extreme. He pushed the sights at the edge of his vision from his mind though, with Aisha looking away and covering her ears.<br><br>His hands then continued on Layla then. His toned arms moved her easily under the water, moving her up and down along his swollen cock, his hips raising slightly to meet her. He listened and felt for her expressions to know when to halt the advance deep within her, remembering how long it took for Aisha to be fully capable of taking his entire length at anywhere near his full strength. He wanted to try and overwhelm Layla with pleasure, to make her forget about the situation beyond the sensation of their coupling. His fingers continued to rub along her clit as his cock moved to and from her tight cunt.<br><br>He kissed and sucked at Layla's neck and earlobe, caressing her breast between moving her up and down over him, groaning softly in her ear. He would need to advance to a more rapid-enabling position to climax again, but he wanted to focus more on Layla for the time being. His mind was a swirl of emotions, for which he had to filter through only those that involved taking his new consort, to gain the blessings of the gods that would watch over his eventual rule.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whispers From the Harem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Secretwriter</strong> on <strong>02-03-2012, 04:12:10</strong>
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				Layla didn't know if she was going to be able to climax at that speed or angle.&nbsp; And she didn't know if she was going to have to fake it, which put a bit of a stress on things and made her anxiety double, creating a catch twenty-two.&nbsp; This meant that she was more stressed out and less likely to actually climax at all. Not that it was all that easy to move in water that was up to her collarbones. <br><br>It was easier if she didn't have to look at him, and she made the mistake of looking at the other female who was acting like a child. And then Layla just… stopped. She didn't know what to do. Seeing the woman hurting killed every ounce of desire that she had, it filled her heart with fear. And pain.&nbsp; The man didn't stop and that made her angry.&nbsp; She cried out and pushed at him, trying to get away from him.&nbsp; She knew nothing of his ritual and would likely have sabotaged it on purpose had she known.&nbsp; <br><br>"STOP!" she cried, though while she intended to be <em>loud</em> and firmly spoken, her words were a quiet plea, almost breathy and whispered.&nbsp; Her body <em>shook</em> like a leaf with fright. "STOP! This isn't right! It isn't right!" Oh he surely thought she was nothing but trouble now, someone to be punished for her insolence.&nbsp; "It isn't right. She's hurting.&nbsp; What you're doing is <em>killing</em> her."&nbsp; She fought his body and toppled off, landing rather unceremoniously in the water before coming up with a sputter, spitting out a stream of water. "Kill me if you must for being insolent." She'd done a lot of things but she'd never done something that went this against her heart, not even the punching other females for men's sport. "Or turn me out to the desert. But please, don't make her watch this. Send her away. Please, Master, I pledge my allegiance to you, my obedience for life if you will just please spare her this agony."&nbsp; <br><br>While she looked brave, her strength was not much more than a veneer, though she did know that there wasn't much that he could do to her that hadn't already been done to her. The worst he could do would be to order her death… part of her thought that might be for the best and not the worst after all.&nbsp; <br><br>Her eyes moved to the woman and she looked at her, apology in her eyes though it wasn't for sharing her body with the man. "Men can have harems without group participation. At least for a while. This… is very shocking to her, I can tell and no one has even told me a word."&nbsp; Had she not just arrived? Had she not just been thrust upon them? Had he even spent time alone with her before jumping right into the fleshly pleasures that plagued men's every thought?&nbsp; No. He'd been an ass and had rushed everything, thinking only of himself.&nbsp; A wise man would replay the events of the day and realize his rashness. Would this man? Perhaps some unwanted information… oh she would be flayed for this, she was sure.&nbsp; <br><br>"In the other house that I was in," she began nervously. "I saw a new harem girl brought in to the fold… this is much different than things happened there."&nbsp; That was true.&nbsp; Now to try to manipulate. "But… this… seems to be so…" She licked her lips, looking as if she was thinking of the word. "Accelerated, Master. It seems to be going rather fast. And while I probably shouldn't speak up, I have to admit that being near you was overwhelming and I… I can't help but want what we were just doing." That was true too, at least the last bit. "But I did not ever see the man who sent me here causing his harem girls any agony or pain." Also true, but a bit out of context as she hadn't seen them much except for when she was bringing in their food.&nbsp; She'd see the cattiness, the jealousy and hatred, the way that the women forged alliances and twisted those friendships cruelly.&nbsp; Maybe… maybe the other female, this Aisha, would be above all of that.&nbsp; A lot of what she was saying was one hundred percent true. Things just might have had holes filled in from her imagination. She hadn't been able to be everywhere all at once. <br><br>"The harem girl I saw brought in was kept from the other women until she had carnally known the Master… Then she was introduced, her worth presented to the group based on how she performed… and the women were to treat her as the Master decreed, which could be badly if she was weak in her tasks."&nbsp; It had seemed that the women ranked in how well they pleased their Master and if they didn't… their lives were hell. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whispers From the Harem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miss Lilly</strong> on <strong>06-03-2012, 04:00:41</strong>
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				Aisha could barely believe her ears.&nbsp; Did Layla just refuse to allow herself to be taken by Tarkus?&nbsp; Had she really just begged the Prince to stop? She looked at the voluptuous woman through still moist eyes, seeing her now in a completely different light.&nbsp; Perhaps there was more to her than Aisha had given her credit for.&nbsp; Perhaps she wasn't here to steal away her Princes' love afterall.&nbsp; And maybe, just maybe, Aisha could find it in her heart to accept the new concubine, and treat her not as an enemy, but as a friend.<br><br>Listening to Layla's story, the dark haired beauty sent up a silent prayer of thanks to the gods that she herself had been spared such a life.&nbsp; Aisha had been trained from a young age, her whole existance devoted to becoming exactly what her Prince needed in a companion.&nbsp; She was friend and confidant, as well as lover, and as such had been brought up with only the best of everything at her disposal.&nbsp; By the time she was presented to Prince Tarkus, she was, for all intents and purposes, perfect for him.&nbsp; But Layla...Aisha shook her head as she thought about what the poor woman had been through.&nbsp; And yet, the newcomer had it in her to consider the feelings of someone else, despite the fact that this could spell the end of her proposed life of luxury, even before it had begun.<br><br>Not willing to interject at this point, Aisha sat quietly on the step, looking from Layla to Tarkus.&nbsp; Although she knew her Prince better than anyone, nothing had prepared her for this eventuality, and she had no idea how he would react.&nbsp; Aisha held her breath and waited.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whispers From the Harem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Westal</strong> on <strong>10-03-2012, 23:46:09</strong>
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				Prince Tarkus have looked genuinely concerned that Layla's first outburst. She was a new lover to him, and he wanted to be attentive to anything that wasn't pleasurable, not to mention painful. Realization struck him slowly, his face melting and flexing into a variety of different expressions until it was finally clear to him. He stood up suddenly, water dripping from him.<br><br>"How dare…" He started, until a new wave of feelings overtook that statement, as though he no longer meant what he was going to say. "Do you realize what you have…" and again, he changed his mind , "how could you…do you intend to curse us so.” He said more quietly, as though as scared as he was mad.<br><br>He then fell quiet and let Layla speak. His face had turned to a dangerous looking expression of fury, though never when he looked to them directly. When he glanced slightly away, he seemed to focus distantly, and whatever he was looking at, he looked like he would destroy it. His calm, benevolent sounding demeanor had burned away and been replaced by a hardly subdued, nearly shaking anger. <br><br>He appeared as though he forced himself to look to them, as if only for his pride and duty to them. He was able to look at Layla much more, both because she was speaking and because he did not feel so ashamed toward her. It looked as though Tarkus had tried to look to Aisha a few times, though the more Layla spoke, the harder it became for him to look to her about the guilt piercing his shell of restrained fury.<br><br>As Layla began to finish speaking, a cold paling realization came over Tarkus. The outward anger had faded, if only because he was there with them, and did not want to uncork a bottled rage here before them. He had other targets for the molten anger, and it continued to hum in his brain, while he put on a more stoic and masked face for them. While sincere in his words, his face looked like a host of a party being quietly told a rogue guest had intentionally disgraced him in another room, and he was excusing himself to go kill them while not giving away that there was a problem to those welcome guests he had been speaking with.<br><br>“I see now…” His voice sounded too harsh when they breathed from his lips, so he cleared his throat and started again, in an attempt at no emotion, as comforting was too difficult. “I see now that we are on very, very different realms of knowledge and information.”<br><br>He wished he could talk it all away, to settle everyone and apologize, but he would not. Not for the actions of those he would be seeing very soon. This wasn’t his fault, he told himself, and he would not apologize to his harem unless the fault was his. He apologized frequently to Aisha, though it was almost exclusively when he miss-stepped during lovemaking: Losing his balance, slipping out from within her, or things equally deserving of a smile when expressed as much as a concern. <br><br>This was very different. This was a travesty of more than just his first meeting of his newest harem member, this was an affront to the gods, for her not to have been prepared for him, to not have been told at all. The body marks? That was not acceptable and he would have already given the servants a lashing for that alone. But for Layla to be brought to him unprepared and unknowing of the joining ritual? What a monster he must seem, what an insensitive beast of a puppet master tugging his toys on a string, with no concerns of the knots and tangles.<br><br>Finally, as though his ability to contain his anger was deteriorating, he redoubled his efforts. He forced himself to look at Aisha. His face contorted in a strong effort to stop himself from shedding a tear. His eyes were glossed, but that was the extent of them now. <br><br>“Aisha. Ensure that Laya has quarters that have been prepared appropriately. Please see that both of you want for nothing tonight. By my order, no material of labor comfort is out of your reach tonight.”<br><br>This was just a matter of permission. Usually Tarkus personally arranged small “gifts” for her, varying up the treatments, delicacy foods, or tokens of affection. Because sometimes certain items were reserved or held for visiting dignitaries, other members of royalty, Aisha could not expect anything anytime, though it seemed right now she could.<br><br>“I must go now. I need to make my apologies to the gods…both for the joining ritual.” Saying the words aloud made his face shoot to Layla’s. Did she know nothing of it, truly? What were her Gods? For all she knew…<br><br>No. He told himself. Save that thought. Relish it when you flay the men that brought her so naïve and bruised.<br><br>He continued speaking. “And also for I will do when I—“ He clenched his fists in anger before breathing out. He looked back to Aisha, and raised a shaking hand slowly as though to touch a cheek, but he fell short when his body shook with a convulsion of disgust with the situation, how marred the relationship between them might be if his fears came true.<br><br>“I may return to visit you tonight.” He spoke to no one in particular, not even knowing if he would, much less who he would see. “I may not. Just know how proud and happy I am to have two such women under my gaze. I will make this up to you.”<br><br>He suddenly turned and stepped up and out of the pool, grabbing a large hanging cloth used to dry and dress in until he returned upstairs to his chambers. When the towel only awkwardly left the rack, making him look less than deliberate, he ripped the entire hanging rack from the wall as though it were attached my a hair-string <br><br>Upset that he had broken it, he made a loud furious grunt and slammed a clenched fist into the pillar that the rack had been installed on. The strike as such a speed and intensity should have shattered his hand, destroyed his arm. Yet the only thing that looked damaged was the polished stone pillar. Cracks had raced along the surface, and when he took his intact hand away from it, fine dust covered his hand, and the pillar shed small bits of rubble from the impact point.<br><br>Tarkus stared at his hand incredulously. He was just as shocked as they must be, both at his outburst, and the fact that he was able to wreak such destruction on the stone pillar. He looked between his hand and the two women in the water, before turning hastily and walking out of the room, drinking the cloth around his body. He could say nothing to them, the words would not leave his lips, and he had already switched his attention to the wrath he would bring down on the mere mortals that worked to curse this future rule.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whispers From the Harem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Secretwriter</strong> on <strong>14-03-2012, 03:41:27</strong>
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				Layla was frightened, mostly for her life but also for her physical wellbeing. Was he going to beat her? Having gone through just about every form of pain might strengthen her spine but it didn't make being dealt pain any easier to bear as it happened, that was for sure.&nbsp; <br><br>He was angry. She squeaked as he spoke but kept on explaining. He looked like he was ready to beat her. Curse them? What did he mean? Curse who? How? Why did he look scared as well as angry?&nbsp; Why did he think that she wished to curse them? That was just preposterous and so selfish of him to say!&nbsp; He truly was self absorbed to think that she wished to curse him because she spoke up. <br><br>She wanted to withdraw, to recoil away from him. To run as far as her legs would carry her.&nbsp; Why did he not listen to her? Was he really so fucking selfish? Her heart was as broken as it could be. She didn't want to be the 'spice' to an existing relationship! She wanted to be loved on her own. Her throat hurt as she wiped angry and saddened tears away. She didn't want to hurt someone who didn't deserve it.&nbsp; <br><br>His body showed his anger and she couldn't stand there full of strength.&nbsp; Her knees started to give way in the shallow water and she fought to remain on her feet. Her head fell, face aimed at the water and she couldn't look at him. <em>"I see now…"</em> She swallowed, her stomach churning painfully, both due to hunger and her being very upset. <em> “I see now that we are on very, very different realms of knowledge and information.”</em>&nbsp; She felt like she was going to lose the contents of her stomach…without actually having any contents to lose. <br><br>Waiting for the blows was the hardest part. She knew that they would come, she knew that they would hurt. The anticipation was the worst. Where would he hit? What areas of tenderness would he favor? Trembling hard enough that the water danced around her, she lifted one shaking hand to wipe the tears from her face.&nbsp; The most worrying thing was that she was in water. He could drown her easily… Or torture her until her lungs burned and begged for mercy. <br><br>But those painful punches, lashes, and slaps didn't come. He didn't wind his hand up in her hair as she feared.&nbsp; Didn't push her, thankfully didn't push her under the water.&nbsp; Her tear-filled eyes lifted to him in confusion.&nbsp; At first she'd thought he meant shove her in a box… her appropriate quarters… but then… Want for nothing? She didn't understand? No material of labor comfort out of reach?&nbsp; What did <em>that</em> mean? <br><br>"What joining ritual?" He was apologizing for something that she hadn't even heard of. She was too upset to think that perhaps someone was trying to sabotage his rule. She was not so versed in harem ways… or customs…or really anything. <br><br>When he clenched his fists, she jerked away, squeaking loudly and trying to flee his reach. He was going to hit Aisha! She hadn't done anything! But … he didn't hit her, confusing Layla even more if that was even possible. <br><br><em>“I may return to visit you tonight.”</em>&nbsp; As he spoke to Aisha, or so she thought at first, she straightened up and felt foolish for running. So much for taking a punishment bravely. <em> “I may not. Just know how proud and happy I am to have two such women under my gaze. I will make this up to you.”</em>&nbsp; Did he mean to both of them? What did he have to make up for? What in the bloody fuck was going on?!&nbsp; <br><br>Layla thought not much of the hanging rack breaking for racks fell now and then, it was when he punched the pillar with such speed and anger, such a level of aggression that shot fear down her spine. He was a man who carried a lot of anger and he made her frightened of him, fearful of his wrath even more so than she already was. <br><br>The first thought that crossed her mind was that he'd broken his hand, but then she realized that he hadn't.&nbsp; It was the pillar that had suffered… inhuman strength… She squealed and then started weeping into her hands again, backing away in fright. He seemed as surprised as she did and that was the only reason that she didn't flee from him that very moment and try to escape his home, though the thought did continue to dwell in her mind.&nbsp; But he had not made a single move to hit her… had he?&nbsp; Her rational mind struggled with her fear.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whispers From the Harem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miss Lilly</strong> on <strong>15-03-2012, 05:58:43</strong>
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				The myriad of emotions that crossed her lovers face broke Aisha's heart.&nbsp; She desperately wanted to go to him, to wrap her arms around him, to kiss his fears away, and tell him everything would be alright.&nbsp; But she knew him well enough to know that he was far too enraged, and that he needed to work his fury out in other ways.<br><br>Nodding her understanding of his instructions in regards to Layla, Aisha promised herself that she would do everything in her power to make the newcomer feel comfortable and welcome.&nbsp; It was what Tarkus wanted, and she couldn't bring herself to add more pain and worry to that which he was already feeling.&nbsp; When he reached for her, she grasped his hand in both of hers and pressed her lips to the back of his fingers in a gesture of love and support. <br><br>"We'll be ready and waiting for your return, my Prince," she whispered as he turned and mounted the several small steps that took him out of the bath. She focused her attention on Layla, who seemed to be quivering in fear.&nbsp; Aisha had rarely seen Tarkus this angry, although she had been witness to more than one occasion of his rage, but she knew that he would never, ever, strike her. Or any woman.&nbsp; And yet, it was obvious that Layla had been expecting him to.&nbsp; Only the Gods knew why she had been put through the trials she'd been through, and only the Gods knew why she'd been brought into the Royal Court.&nbsp; The coolness Aisha felt towards the battered woman melted somewhat as she realised that it was only by the grace of the Gods that she herself had been spared such ordeals.<br><br>"It's going to be okay, Layla," Aisha soothed as she slipped an arm around the shaking woman's shoulders.&nbsp; "Tarkus will put things right, I promise you.&nbsp; And you needent be afraid.&nbsp; He would never hit you."<br><br>Almost as soon as the words were out of her mouth, Tarkus slammed his fist into the stone pillar, making her statement seem somewhat empty.<br><br>"Sire!" she exclaimed, pulling away from Layla and making for the steps, intent on going to him.&nbsp; Surely he'd just done himself a serious injury? But he didn't cry out, or give any indication that he had felt any pain, and the head concubine paused in confusion as he glanced back at them and then strode purposefully out of the bath.<br><br>She turned back to Layla, a perplexed look on her face.&nbsp; However, the sight of the woman with her face in her hands, backing away from the side of the pool in fear, reminded Layla of Tarkus' instructions.&nbsp; She crossed the distance between them in just a few strides and wrapped her arm around her shoulders once again.<br><br>"Everything will be okay, Layla...truly it will."&nbsp; She tried to direct the frightened woman towards the steps, steering her out of the pool.&nbsp; She wrapped a large, fluffy towel around her still quaking shoulders before doing the same to herself.&nbsp; "Come, let us get you settled in.&nbsp; And some food, perhaps?&nbsp; You look hungry."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whispers From the Harem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Secretwriter</strong> on <strong>15-03-2012, 07:59:35</strong>
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				With Tarkus gone, the woman Aisha approached her again and if all honesty was up and front, Layla really needed that.&nbsp; She'd heard the words that the female assured her with, telling her that he'd never hit a woman. Those words were comforting and she kept repeating them through her mind; Aisha would know, would she not?&nbsp; She just hoped that having a harem hadn't changed that.&nbsp; Not all the women got treated the same. Some were special.&nbsp; <br><br>Aisha had something that Layla obviously didn't; Tarkus's interests at heart.&nbsp; Layla couldn't when she still thought about the foods that her husband hadn't liked and kept herself going by clinging to those memories whenever she had quiet time to herself.&nbsp; &nbsp;She couldn't serve two Masters at the same time. She knew that she needed to serve Tarkus, and while she didn't know it yet, she would someday and happily so.&nbsp; It was just going to take getting to know him. <br><br>With Tarkus gone it was time to see if Aisha would be kind or not, and so far she was being wonderfully kind.&nbsp; She let the female lead her out of the pool and struggled with the hiccups that came from sobbing too hard.&nbsp; Aisha clutched the towel around her and nodded. "It's been a few days since I've had anything but water."&nbsp; <br><br>She took a deep breath. "How long have you been here?" she asked quietly, trying to extend an olive branch of peace.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whispers From the Harem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miss Lilly</strong> on <strong>16-03-2012, 06:34:51</strong>
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				A benevolent smile graced Aisha's lips at the question.&nbsp; Now was as good a time as any to get Layla used to her position within the heirachy of the Harem, and given what had just happened, perhaps now was actually the perfect time.<br><br>"Two years or thereabouts," she answered, her chest puffing out with pride.&nbsp; "I was gifted to the Prince when he came of age, and have been his constant companion ever since.&nbsp; He comes to me for love and for pleasure. I am friend, lover, confidant. His in every way."&nbsp; She couldn't help but boast a little.&nbsp; Aisha was both proud, and humbled, to belong to to Tarkus. "He is a great man, and will be a wonderful leader.&nbsp; And you," she looked down at the shivering woman before her. "You should count your blessings that you've been given to him.&nbsp; He will never mistreat you. Or beat you. Or starve you.&nbsp; You will never want for anything, you can be sure of that."<br><br>Aisha started for the stairs, a hand on the small of Layla's back guiding the woman along with her.&nbsp; As they passed the pleasure rooms, the demeanor of the First Consort changed.&nbsp; She paused, and turned back to face her new harem sister.<br><br>"You <strong>must</strong> learn your place, Layla!&nbsp; You are concubine! You do not say no to him!&nbsp; Ever!&nbsp; You are his to do with as he pleases.&nbsp; If you are giving, so he will be giving.&nbsp; He is not a selfish man, or a selfish lover.&nbsp; But he <strong>is</strong> a Prince, and as such, is subject to pressures that you and I couldn't possibly imagine.&nbsp; We are his oasis.&nbsp; We are where he can come and forget about all his worldly problems, and just be.&nbsp; Do you understand?"<br><br>Despite her misgivings about sharing her Prince with another, Aisha knew she had to train this woman to please Tarkus.&nbsp; The thought of him being unhappy in any way broke her heart, and she would do everything in her power to make sure that didn't happen.&nbsp; And if that meant accepting Layla, then she would accept Layla.&nbsp; At least outwardly.&nbsp; Whether or not she could come to like the pathetic creature in front of her was another matter entirely.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whispers From the Harem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Secretwriter</strong> on <strong>16-03-2012, 06:51:20</strong>
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				Layla was surprised at Aisha's answer. Their backgrounds were so different that she ended up tilting her head, perplexed and a bit jealous that she'd not had such a pampered life. But then she immediately felt guilty and tried not to cry. It marginally worked, her body seemed to find some sort of compromise; tears filled her eyes but they managed not to fall though she couldn't see anything clearly as Aisha rattled off what she was to Tarkus. <br><br>"Helluva lot better than yesterday, I guess."&nbsp; She sounded sullen still, but it was because she wanted her husband so much. When would this end!? She bit down on the inside of her bottom lip to keep from losing control of her tears and she bit down hard.&nbsp; The pain sobered her eyes and they stopped their shenanigans.&nbsp; <br><br>"Never had a place before… not sure what it is. Kind of hard to learn it."&nbsp; She sighed, feeling like Aisha was a little pampered princess and she really wanted to flip her on the tip of the nose. "Don't mistake my mood for contempt," she said softly. "It's not that. We'll just say… that I come from a whole world that I hope that you never have to see with your own eyes. And I see how much you love Tarkus… and I know how that feels."&nbsp; Sighing she shook her head, her long hair waving down her back, damp and clinging in thick strands to itself.&nbsp; <br><br>She nodded softly and kept up with Aisha as quickly as she possibly could.&nbsp; "I didn't want to say no to him. You don't know how much I <em>really</em> didn't want to say no to him."&nbsp; Her words were honest.&nbsp; "It's been a long time now since I've felt loving hands from a man. And I see how you look at that man and I know that it's exactly how I looked at my husband. How could I not tell him no when I saw your heart being pulled out of your chest and put on display for the Gods? I have no clue what this joining ceremony is… but even though I don't know you, why would I want to cause you pain?&nbsp; Trust me, there's not many people that I would put their feelings over me getting off without being whipped during it."&nbsp; She looked at Aisha. "I wasn't gifted to Tarkus. The men that sent me did not have warm feelings toward him, though they did let me keep my hair…" She frowned. She'd been the only one who had, though they'd loved pulling it.&nbsp; "I don't feel well. Can I eat now? Please?"&nbsp; She looked at Aisha, her eyes a bit round and as innocent as Layla possibly possessed. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whispers From the Harem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Westal</strong> on <strong>18-03-2012, 19:43:58</strong>
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				Prince Tarkus Vasquen had ascended the stairs to his chambers hastily, though he could not stop staring at his undamaged hand. There was a certain amount of pain from his brutal punch against the pillar, but it was almost comically dull. Having little experience in manual labor to compare it to, he found it more akin to the throb and soreness of muscles after an intense night of love-making, where physical limits were stretched and tested to accommodate an exotic position.<br><br>Never before had he performed such a reckless act of aggression with his bare hands. It had been foolish, really, and could have been disastrous if he had hurt himself as much as he should have from the blow. If he was injured, he would have had to hide it, or even himself, from public view until it was healed. An injured member of the royal family would undercut the ordained notion that they were transcended from the Gods, on the mortal realm to rule the chosen people until their spirits were required once again in the heaven-realm.<br><br>While this was the first time he had been unscathed from what should have been a physical injury, it fit into a motif of oddities about him that he had previously chalked up to a quality bloodline. A heightened endurance, strength beyond his body’s frame, intellect in strategy and knowledge in ruling philosophy, all of these had impressed both him and his teachers in arms and knowledge, not to mention Aisha, he assumed. Other areas of education, histories, mathematics, and other realms that were not needed to rule were very weak in him, as he knew he would always have advisors to help him with these trivial matters.<br><br>Once back in his chambers, Tarkus quickly donned a tocar, a short sleeved V-necked silk robe of silks and velvets. He had only given his body a brief drying off from the oiled waters that clung to his form, as they were said to be beneficial to the skin. It mildly scented his body, and if he needed to find the target of his wrath in the broiling sun, it would protect him from sun-damage. He tried to compose himself when walking out of his quarters, though his hands shook with anger. He knew that if he began barking out angry commands for retribution, the truth of the matter would be hidden or masked. He needed to ask questions calmly, and get to the heart of this foul business.<br><br>“Hassan!” He called out, trying to hide his anger. The servant lieutenant could be heard jogging briskly toward him from around a corner, approaching him before bowing deeply.<br><br>“Yes, your grace?” He said routinely.<br><br>“You brought my newest consort to me personally. &nbsp;I have questions regarding her heritage and the process in which she was arranged to be inducted into my harem. Tell me from where and from whom you brought her.”<br><br>Hassan grew visibly nervous, keeping his head bowed as he spoke rigidly. &nbsp;“Your grace, it is as you say. I merely brought the woman, your newest consort, to your chambers from…” Hassan’s voice trailed off.<br><br>“Speak true, Hassan.” Tarkus said, his anger bubbling in his throat at Hassan’s nervousness. He must have indeed noticed the peculiarity of her condition.<br><br>“I was given orders to bring her to you from the captain of the fifth hound division.” He said quickly and quietly.<br><br>“The captain’s name?” Tarkus said in an ominously low tone.<br><br>“I do not know, your grace, I—”<br><br>Tarkus back-handed Hassan across the face, briskly and with no warning, though not from a suspicion of lying.<br><br>Hassan shuddered, bowing again after gasping from the slap. He bowed again quickly after the merest glance up at Tarkus. “I am sorry, your grace! Please, forgive me. He wore a captain’s standard and gave orders to bring her to you quickly. I, of course, asked if he was certain, as she looked as though she had been handled roughly, but—”<br><br>Tarkus back-handed him again, harder this time. “You lie. You did not even raise a whisper at it. You did as you always do when confronted with one of Kydul’s hound division captains. You agreed to do as they asked so that you could leave their presence as fast as possible.”<br><br>Hassan sounded as though he may sob. “I am so sorry, your grace. They said that I was acting in your interests. I did try and question them, but they would not hear anything from me…I did not press the matter when they told me you were waiting for her.”<br><br>“Be thankful if I merely flog you later.” Tarkus said before walking away from Hassan. He might have known that this had the stink of his father’s advisor, Kydul. The hound divisions were a multinational mercenary army, called hound divisions, that were supplementing the true Egyptian army. It was from these hound divisions that his father’s empire had grown in wealth and power, as with the hound divisions, they could ensure a solid defense as well as aggressive plundering against their foes.<br><br>The hound divisions, while effective and seemingly committed to the Vasquen’s rule and empire, had been hired by Kydul, who had been giving them their orders from the very start. Tarkus’ father, Middek Vasquen, trusted Kydul’s command of the hound divisions, and even of the true army when Sultan Middek could not be bothered to give menial orders. It was an uncomfortable situation, but until now, Tarkus had no reason to have a grievance against the hound divisions due to their unnatural performance. They were an intimidating sort, though, and not merely because they came from a number of different lands and customs. There was something…unsettling about their ways, though Tarkus was ignorant of the inner-workings of the divisions.<br><br>He set off to find the captain of the fifth hound, and if necessary, his father or Kydul. He only wished the advisor was not immune from his commands and wrath, at least without proof, and for such a crime as Tarkus would lay at his feet.<br><br>&nbsp;<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whispers From the Harem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miss Lilly</strong> on <strong>27-03-2012, 04:22:15</strong>
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				After listening to Layla's story, Aisha couldn't help but feel pity for the woman who'd been used and abused so cruely.&nbsp; Instinct told her not to allow Layla to see that pity, though, and as such, Aisha kept it well hidden.&nbsp; It did serve to soften her heart towards the other woman, though, especially when she spoke of how Aisha's heart had been breaking during the ritual.&nbsp; It was true.&nbsp; She had felt like her living, beating heart was slowly being ripped from her chest.&nbsp; But after seeing Tarkus' reaction to the non completion of the joining, Aisha knew she'd behaved badly.&nbsp; She belonged to Tarkus.&nbsp; He didn't belong to her.&nbsp; And she had no right to expect exclusivity from him.<br><br>Interested to find out more about the people who had brought Layla to court, Aisha was about to ask about them when the shorter woman asked to eat.<br><br>"Yes, of course we can eat, Layla," the beautiful young woman answered.&nbsp; "Come, you must be famished."<br><br>Aisha led her still nervous companion back up the marble stairs to the chambers above. A veritable feast had been laid out while they'd been bathing.&nbsp; The table was heavy with several dishes made from fish, as well as much rarer beef and lamb, which very few people outside the aristocracy had the pleasure of sampling, due to it being both expensive, and difficult to obtain.&nbsp; Bread and vegetables rounded out the savory dishes, while figs, dates and honey provided a sweet finish to the meal.&nbsp; <br><br>Before approaching the buffet table, Aisha retrieved two of her silken robes, one for each of them.&nbsp; Despite the fact that they were currently alone, there was nothing to stop servants and advisors entering the chambers, and the consort didn't think it appropriate that they ate wrapped in nothing but towels.<br><br>"Help yourself to as much as you would like, Layla," Aisha handed the woman a golden plate, smiling slightly at her reaction as she spooned her favourite beef dish onto her plate, and added a thick slice of crusty bread.&nbsp; "I did say you'd never go hungry."<br><br>The First Consort sat at the small guilded table, and invited the newcomer to do the same.&nbsp; Perhaps over a meal, they could get to know each other a little.&nbsp; And perhaps, Aisha hoped, she could begin to like the voluptuous woman.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whispers From the Harem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Secretwriter</strong> on <strong>27-03-2012, 04:44:56</strong>
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				Layla's white teeth, miraculously free of rot for someone of her age and status, were visible as she smiled.&nbsp; She'd taken care of them, scrubbing them often and trying to keep herbs around to chew and make her breath sweet. Parsley and mint were wonderful for that, so her grandmother had taught her.&nbsp; If only she could get used to the lot that she'd been dealt, she just didn't know how to be a <em>concubine</em>.&nbsp; She knew how to fuck… and had learned the hard way how to do it on command.&nbsp; She was more a trained pony than a consort. She had no musical talents, but she could dance. She just hadn't ever been trained for it.&nbsp; She knew how to read and write, which was a rare thing, and she'd been taught by a soldier that passed through her village when she was small, in exchange for baking him the biscuits that she was known for, which had goat cheese inside. <br><br>The gratitude on Layla's face was unmistakable as she followed the taller woman toward the food, the scent of which met her before her eyes laid on the table, her stomach rumbling loudly.&nbsp; Famished wasn't the word.&nbsp; The robe that was handed to her was of the finest fabric that she'd ever personally touched.&nbsp; "This is yours?" she asked, her tone reflecting her awe. She put it on herself carefully, almost saddened that her wet hair would get it damp. <br><br>The gasp that came from her mouth was loud when she finally saw the food. Her hands trembled as she lifted up a gold plate, unable to believe that she was even holding that… She stuck to fish and lamb, not being sure about the beef. It looked alien to her, never having before sampled its flavor.&nbsp; Bread and vegetables met her plate and she sat beside Aisha. <br><br>Layla was very thankful for the robe that Aisha provided.&nbsp; "I… um… er… don't know how to be… a concubine.&nbsp; What you are is not what I was before I came here. You serve one man… I was expected to serve everyone and without complaint." Or else, but she left that part out. "I know how to seduce and play, and a lot of things, but I wasn't ever… prepared for this man.&nbsp; I don't want to anger him." Or Aisha… <br><br>Slowly she ate, letting her stomach fill at a meager rate, not wanting to be sick.&nbsp; She knew what hunger did and that too much food too fast was foolish. "Have you ever been with a woman?" she asked, a bit too hopefully, she thought.&nbsp; "He'll likely want that... eventually. Especially as he brings in more and more women." <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whispers From the Harem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miss Lilly</strong> on <strong>30-03-2012, 06:06:47</strong>
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				"Yes, it's mine," Aisha regarded the robe as Layla slid it over her shoulders and wrapped it around her nakedness. "Just one of many, so don't worry about spilling food on it, or spoiling it in any way. You'll learn soon enough that my Prin....er," she corrected herself, "..our Prince is the most generous of men.&nbsp; Anything your heart desires.&nbsp; If he can get it, he will."<br><br>Aisha listened to the other woman's story of misery.&nbsp; She couldn't comprehend the terrible things that Layla must have gone though.&nbsp; Aisha was accustomed to being cherished.&nbsp; Tarkus often told her she was his most precious jewel, and he treated her as such. She had never wanted for anything, and he had never struck her in anger, or frustration.&nbsp; Sometimes their lovemaking involved spankings, with either his hand, or some other implement, but those blows were tempered by love, and only served to heighten Aisha's arousal.&nbsp; She adored the feeling of his palm slapping against her naked flesh, and the resulting sting and red welts were simply delicious.<br><br>"Layla," Aisha tried to choose her words carefully.&nbsp; "If you are honest with him, always, he will never grow angry with you.&nbsp; You will never be treated badly, or forced to do something you truly do not want to do.&nbsp; He <strong>will</strong> push your limits, I can promise you that," the dark haired woman smiled wistfully as she spoke, remembering the many limits she and her Prince had broken together. "He will bring you more joy, more ecstasy, more passion than you can possibly imagine.&nbsp; All you need do is open yourself up to his love, and serve him well. Nothing more, nothing less."<br><br>The women ate in silence for a time.&nbsp; Aisha watched as Layla picked slowly at her food, but she could see that the woman was resisting the urge to gorge herself.&nbsp; She wondered again at the treatment she had received before coming here, and what the motivations of her captors could be.&nbsp; Were they trying to anger Tarkus?&nbsp; Bring him bad luck, perhaps?&nbsp; She wondered where he was, and what he was doing.&nbsp; She'd never seen him so angry.&nbsp; Aisha sent up a silent prayer to the Gods to watch over him, and to bring him back to her soon.<br><br>Layla's next question almost caused her to choke.&nbsp; Swallowing her mouthful of food painfully, she looked into the face of the battered and bruised woman, surprised to see her looking almost hopeful.<br><br>"Been with a woman?" Aisha thought she knew what Layla meant, but the concept was completely foreign to her. "If you mean in a sexual way, then no. I've never been with anyone except Tarkus.&nbsp; I was selected for him when I was just a child, and was kept pure for him. I was...am...only for him. I..." she blushed as she thought about the implications of having another woman involved in their lovemaking.&nbsp; It hadn't occurred to her before. "...I've never thought about loving a woman before," she finished, her voice trailing off to nothing more than a whisper.<br><br>Would her Prince really expect the two woman to be lovers?&nbsp; Aisha didn't know how she felt about that.&nbsp; She'd never considered having sexual contact with another man, let alone another woman.&nbsp; And what did Layla mean by <em>especially as he brings in more and more women</em>? Feeling a tightness in her chest, Aisha tried to calm herself.&nbsp; She would talk with Tarkus first, before she let her imagination run away with her.&nbsp; After all, Layla didn't know Tarkus, and despite being a man, he wasn't like other men.<br><br>But now that the idea had been planted, Aisha couldn't seem to shake it.&nbsp; <em>What would it be like to be with a woman</em>, she wondered to herself.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whispers From the Harem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Westal</strong> on <strong>02-04-2012, 00:02:12</strong>
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				As Prince Tarkus strode briskly down the hallway, an expression of purpose and determination on his face, his eyes met a pair of guards on either side of the hallway.<br><br>"You two, come with me." He commanded to them, their eyes widening as they obeyed. They looked young, and were likely brand-new to the detachment of soldiers that guarded the hallways. The experienced veterans of the Egyptian army were all out on campaigns, putting their experience to use. This meant that the palace itself was darted by able but young men, unaccustomed to actual fighting except the training they received prior to being given their spear and buckler. Regardless of their skill at violence, appearances must be upheld.<br><br>He made his way out from the central tower and down toward the barracks fields behind the palace. Arranged by several large tent rows, the hound divisions could be seen training and running drills in different corners, while officers met and spoke while drinking wine at large central tables. <br><br>Tarkus, shocked that they did not acknowledge his presence as soon as he approached, called out, "Who is the officer of the fifth hound division?"<br><br>Only a fraction of the officers present in the hound divisions seemed to appreciate who Tarkus was. They were the ones that did not smile and chuckle, mocking him in quiet whispers to the people next to them. One officer, to Tarkus' right, finally stood after a man near to him whispered frantically into his ear.<br><br>"I am the captain of the fifth hound...your grace." The man added, saying it slowly, as though making sure Tarkus' reaction confirmed his title of having blood of the royal family. <br><br>Takus stepped quickly toward the man that spoke, as the rest of the gathering began to realize who Tarkus was. "Your name?" Tarkus asked curtly.<br><br>"Nel'had." The captain responded proudly, unconcerned with Tarkus' expression.<br><br>"Did you have my servant Hassad escort a woman to my chambers? To be my consort?" Tarkus seethed.<br><br>"I give many orders to many servants, and see a great deal of women a day." Nel'had said with a suppressed smile, to the amusement and titters of the men sitting near him. "Perhaps you could be more specific."<br><br>"Come with me." Tarkus said, trying to keep his anger out of his voice. "Now. I will have answers to the question of your allegiance."<br><br>"I'm afraid I can't do that." Nel'had said calmly. "I'm eating." The man's plate only had a few grapes and half a plum on it, but he spoke as if that could take a while to finish. "Perhaps another time."<br><br>Tarkus was scandalized. He was tempted to order his two guards take the captain into custody, but Tarkus could practically feel them shaking in their boots at the prospect of having to interfere with these men.<br><br>"What kind of a mercenary dog does not follow the wishes of the one that's paying them? My every breath should be treated as gospel. What jokes will you make when you are begging on the street, wishing for the privilege to even lick my boots?" Tarkus was boiling with anger now.<br><br>"I am a hound captain, your grace." Nel'had said coolly. "The Gods know of my allegiance. My orders are my blood, my goals are my breath. I would do anything asked of me...from he to whom I am conscripted."<br><br>"I am the prince of Egypt! The Gods have blessed me--"<br><br>"With a wonderful house and a comfortable life, your grace." He bowed his head slightly, as though such things made Tarkus mighty. "But that does not bind you with a hound division. Only your father and those he has named can give us orders, prince." Nel'had added as though that settled matters.<br><br>That was a blow to Tarkus' plan. The prince of Egypt was second in command to only the Sultan, and even that was historically unusual. Tarkus' order usurped all others, but only for Egyptian armies. Had his father truly not name him, the master of the God's army, to give orders to these rogues? These war-dogs for coin?<br><br>"We shall see about that." Was all Tarkus could say. "Pray that when you are dismissed, I do not have your entire division as wayward beggars in the dunes of the desert." Before he turned on his heels and stormed back to the palace, to find his father.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whispers From the Harem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Secretwriter</strong> on <strong>10-04-2012, 18:52:50</strong>
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				Still in awe, the softness of the fabric settled over Layla, her dark eyes admiring the hue.&nbsp; Not worry about spilling food upon it? Those same dark eyes rose with a lift of her head and a flurry of dark, damp locks.&nbsp; How could she not worry about dirtying something so fine. "Oh, no, I'll not get it dirty. I don't like waste or needless ruin."&nbsp; She had grown up with everything being so spare, save for love and smiles. <br><br>Listening intently to Aisha's words, though she was still worried that the woman would try to steer her down a bad path, she did feel that she was being honest.&nbsp; "I don't really have any limits now," she said honestly. "But if he wishes for me to then I will pretend to have them."&nbsp; Her gaze faltered and tears sprang to her eyes but she blinked them away. Love. She nodded but felt as if she had a whole loaf of bread in her throat that she had to swallow down without a sip of water.&nbsp; <br><br>She stayed silent, eating slowly and savoring every bite.&nbsp; <br><br>The question that she had finally asked seemed to cause Aisha some surprise for she looked to almost have choked.&nbsp; Layla's face showed her surprise. "A man with a harem never lets his women know other men, often the women are allowed to… ease their needs with other women or ivory carvings of the Master's shaft… Tarkus will acquire more women," her tone was dark and low, "as time progresses. He's expected to. Of the women, he'll take wives. If we're lucky…" she trailed off, but her eyes rose to meet Aisha's.&nbsp; "And sometimes a man likes to watch women together. It's something just different than normal sex. Being with a woman can be fun. A woman's touch is different. A woman knows what makes her body feel good, so she knows where to touch another woman."&nbsp; <br><br>Her first time with another female had been traumatic but she'd grown to enjoy it. She'd been made to force other women into it, but they'd grown to enjoy it too.&nbsp; She would never push Aisha into it, would distract Tarkus as long as she possibly could.&nbsp; "I won't deny that I do look forward to that, for you are very beautiful."&nbsp; Her eyes roamed over Aisha's face and then her figure, settling on her delicious breasts.&nbsp; Smiling, she returned to her meal. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whispers From the Harem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Westal</strong> on <strong>14-04-2012, 01:44:15</strong>
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				Tarkus was so angry, he would not have been surprised if the polished stone beneath his steps had turned molten. After asking a few guards, he was told where his father had last been seen, the grand audience chamber.<br><br>He pushed open the chamber doors roughly. "Father!" He called, looking to the gathering of figures near the elegant throne at the head of it. To Tarkus' horror, it was not his father who sat in it. "Kydul! How dare you sit in my father's throne!" Tarkus could again feel the anxiety of the two young guards at his flank. He was putting them into potential for ambiguous violence a lot today. he wished he had asked more to accompany him, but he had not intended to encounter his father's adviser.<br><br>"Your majesty..." Kydul gave a perfunctory bow and stood, though not hurriedly. "Forgive me for any insult, but your father gave me express permission to use the chair while I organized his liege's war efforts."&nbsp; The men standing near him were now easy to see as hound division men. "It is the only seat in the room after all."<br><br>That outraged Tarkus even more. He had never been given, nor had he asked, permission to sit on the throne. "Where is my father?" Tarkus seethed.<br><br>"Napping, I assume." Kydul said lazily. His tan skin and tall, skinny features were only accented by a black pencil-thin beard and sharp grey-brown eyes. "He grew bored with these matters, so he left them for me to finish."<br><br>The lazy tenancies of his father as of late was just as maddening as his putting trust for such affairs in the hand of this viper. "What do you know of a woman being sent to my chambers to be a consort to me? She came from one of your hound divisions?"<br><br>Kydul gave a thin line of a smile. "Ah yes. Your father mentioned that he was going to arrange for a second consort for you." he said the word 'second' with a certain weight of mockery that made Tarkus want to impale him with one of his guard's spears. "He mentioned that you were not clamoring for a rosy-cheeked virgin, so I told him that among the prisoners of our campaign was a certain alluring woman. I described her to your liege father, and he said she should work out fine."<br><br>"Did you happen to mention to him that she was covered in bruises and welts? Did you tell him that she was half starved and scared witless? You insult me with your 'gift'." Tarkus did as much as he said.<br><br>The men around Kydul brushed their hands against their curved blades, eying Tarkus murderously. The prince wished they would step forward so he could rip them in half...or at least he thought he could. After punching that pillar earlier...he still hadn't forgotten the sensation.<br><br>With a short gesture, the hounds around Kydul stood at ease, and then left them, marching out in a dignified manner, giving a low bow to Kydul, and a mere nod of the head t Tarkus.<br><br>"I admit...I did not oversee the escort of the woman to your chambers personally. She may have been claimed by one of my hound captains before the word came for her to be given to you. I don't blame your irritation. I will have her taken away and replaced with a woman only recently...acquired..."<br><br>"No!" Tarkus said, realizing the trepidation in his voice at him doing that. He solidified his tone before continuing. "No. I would not have any woman treated as such by your insolent dogs. Your insult shall be a jewel sparklin in the sun by the time I am through with her. She will delight all who look upon her, and you men will only watch as she is mine, taken from their beds."<br><br>Saying the words made him want to spit again. "And furthermore, I will have my own command of the hound divisions, by my father's order. As Prince of Egypt, I am commander of all the armies, and so will it be for--"<br><br>Suddenly, a violent cramp ripped through tarkus' guts, or so it felt. He quivered and gagged, wanting to wretch.<br><br>Kydul tilted his head, feigning concern. "Are you okay, my prince? you look unwell..."<br><br>"Yes...I...I was saying..." What had he been saying? He felt so nauseous and such pain in his lungs and gut that he couldn't focus. <br><br>"Guards..." Kydul said, addressing the concerned men at Tarkus' sides. "Take the young prince to his chambers...it seems he may have...overexerted...himself today."<br><br>"You..." But then Tarkus' vision went pale, and he vaguely felt the guards helping him limp from the audience chamber.<br><br>He awoke half an hour later, having been brought to a dark room, cooler than the others, reserved for heat stroke. He was disoriented and confused when he sat up. he felt fine now, though the pain he had felt that had apparently made his consciousness fade was dully on the edge of his mind. No longer nauseous, though, he found a small plate of fruits and unrisen bread by his cool water-skin bed. He ate slowly but fully, trying to recall what had happened. <br><br>Was he sick? He had eaten little that could have been poisoned, which was his first thought when starring into the eyes of Kydul as his insides felt like they were being twisted around one another.&nbsp; He stood after he felt certain he had recovered, and walked slowly back to his normal chambers, where Aisha and Layla were.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whispers From the Harem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miss Lilly</strong> on <strong>27-04-2012, 05:33:41</strong>
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				"Layla, you're missing the point."&nbsp; Aisha tried not to sigh with frustration at the woman's thick headedness.&nbsp; "<em>Pretending</em> to have limits means you're not being honest with him.&nbsp; Prince Tarkus values honesty above everything else.&nbsp; He doesn't care whether you have limits or not! He cares that you are open with him, and to him.&nbsp; Don't you see?&nbsp; He's offering you a life of pure joy, like you've never known.&nbsp; But you <strong>must</strong> tell him the truth always, in all things."<br><br>Still not sure the smaller woman understood, Aisha fell silent.&nbsp; Layla would either learn, or she wouldn't.&nbsp; As First Concubine, it fell to her to help the new arrival become accustomed to Tarkus' ways, but if she couldn't, or wouldn't, be honest, there really was no helping her.&nbsp; She would never know the joy of the Princes' love if she couldn't truly give herself over to him.&nbsp; <br><br>The continued talk of the two women engaging in sexual acts both disturbed, and excited Aisha.&nbsp; She had never been with anyone other than Tarkus, and had never pleasured herself.&nbsp; Her Prince had such a voracious appetite, that there had never been a need for her to do so.&nbsp; And besides...she craved his touch, every minute of every day.&nbsp; Her own, or that of another, would simply pale in comparison, she was sure.<br><br>Blushing at the compliment, Aisha's eyes dropped back to the table, away from the intense look of the other woman.&nbsp; She actually felt slightly uncomfortable.&nbsp; Layla should be anticipating being taken to Tarkus' bed, not inviting herself into Aisha's.&nbsp; She cleared her throat softly, trying to ignore the weight of the other woman's gaze as it roamed her body.&nbsp; <br><br>"Well...if that's what our Prince wishes, then that's what will happen.&nbsp; But until then...."&nbsp; Aisha left the sentence unfinished, hoping that Layla would realise that nothing would, or could, happen between them without the express wish of Tarkus that it do so.&nbsp; She was His, afterall, and His alone.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whispers From the Harem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Secretwriter</strong> on <strong>29-04-2012, 19:14:53</strong>
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				The woman frowned, realizing that in the home she was now in that she felt naïve. She might have been to some things but it wasn't a feeling that she liked. She didn't like feeling that the other woman, who was naïve to most of the world, well anything except Tarkus, was a dominant force in her life. She felt chided and her head dropped. She very well got what Aisha had said, but Aisha hadn't heard what she had. She'd said that if Tarkus wished for her to have limits then she would pretend to, she wasn't going to pretend to have them just for the sake of doing so. That took effort and lies… and she wasn't a good liar.&nbsp; She kept her mouth shut, chewing. <br><br>All in all, the meal was turning to shambles.&nbsp; Layla sighed heavily and retreated back into herself, feeling verbally slapped above all, and rejected to boot.&nbsp; She wanted to leave the room but didn't know if food was allowed outside of it.&nbsp; Instead she scooted further away from Aisha and shed the robe that she'd provided, not wanting it on her skin.&nbsp; She'd rather go nude than feel unwanted in someone else's clothing.&nbsp; Aisha's words would be eaten; she'd think differently when the harem grew and grew. Sixty women. A hundred? Two hundred? One sultan she'd heard tales of had four thousand women in his harem. Four. Thousand. Some were relatives, of course, who needed a home, but four thousand? <br><br>Chewing slowly upon a piece of bread, she turned her back to Aisha, knowing that she was being childish, but unable to help it. She was trying to make friends with the woman, but instead she got chastised and essentially told no, the only way that she would be wanted was if the Prince commanded it.&nbsp; She'd hoped that Aisha would like her more or see her as less threatening if… never mind. It didn't matter now.&nbsp; Next time she wouldn’t stop just because Aisha was in the room. She'd learned a valuable lesson.&nbsp; The very childish part of her wished that she could take it back, that she could have gone through with things.&nbsp; Instead she'd pissed off both Tarkus and Aisha.&nbsp; The food turned tasteless in her mouth.&nbsp; <br><br>Without a word, or letting Aisha see that she was starting to cry, Layla rose and walked, still nude, out of the room and looked immediately for a quiet place to hide and calm down, if there was anything that could make her do so.&nbsp; She feared being sent away, being sent back to where she'd come from. She'd kill herself first. She wouldn't go back. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whispers From the Harem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Westal</strong> on <strong>01-05-2012, 06:37:40</strong>
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				Tarkus walked slowly through he halls, feeling dizzy and rather weary. The nausea and pain in his gut that had wracked him to a point of unconsciousness was only a numb memory now, and his mind swirled and his head hurt whenever he tried to remember what had happened in that room. <br><br><em>"I saw Kydul...he was sitting in my father's...." </em>He thought to himself before a knot of pain in his head and stomach made him stop and catch his breath. <em>"What vile sorcery is this?" </em><br><br>Every time he recovered from the affliction, he was less able to remember details of the conversation. Whenever he tried to thintoo out something else, or think about going about his day, he felt remarkably better, near full strength even. It was during one of these see-saw battles with truth and comfort that he turned the corner to go back to his chambers, where eye had left Aisha and Layla.<br><br>He wondered if he should turn around and just go to his sleeping quarters, when he came face to face with Layla with a gentle bump as they both rounded a corner in a mild trance.<br><br>"Oh." He said rather sheepishly compared to how he had left her last. His cheeks flushed slightly when he realized that she was stark naked. She was beautiful, even despite the marks and bruises on her skin. To think that they came from one of the cursed mercenaries made him furious, and yet at the same time filled his heart with remorse for her and a desire to somehow make up for her poor treatment with a gentle hand, even if it wasn't a romantic hand.<br><br>"Where are you going?" The question came out rather flat, not angry, yet far from the soothing gentleness he'd wanted to show to her. "Why are you..." He realized her being nude was not exactly something he should question.&nbsp; "Are you alright? You look troubled." As though instinct, he raised a hand to put under her left cheek. "Were you crying?"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whispers From the Harem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Secretwriter</strong> on <strong>01-05-2012, 06:53:52</strong>
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				Layla squealed with fright when she ran into someone, sure that it was a guard sent after her for messing everything up. She was being ridiculous; no way did the guards know what just happened with Aisha…&nbsp; Whoever she had ran into was solid.&nbsp; Lifting her tear-filled eyes she saw that it was Tarkus, though he seemed quite quiet and pensive, at least to her perception. Why did his cheeks flush so? Was he angry with her still? <br><br>Swallowing nervously, she wiped away her tears and shook her head, not sure of what to say. Where was she going?&nbsp; "I-I don't really know, Master," she said with a quaking tone that was entirely insecure and weak.&nbsp; When his hand raised she flinched despite Aisha's promises that he wouldn’t strike her. "I… I was, Master." Until all of two seconds prior, she had been. <br><br>"I'm sorry, Master. I didn't know that I was ruining a ritual, I didn't know that I had done anything wrong.&nbsp; I shouldn't have stopped it but she was hurting and after what just went on I wish that I hadn't. I hoped that she would be more accepting of me if I offered her what would come at your will later on eventually and I don't want her to hate me." All of that, while written coherently, came out in one big non-stop word without so much as a breath for punctuation. She dropped to her knees and pressed her face against his thigh, arms wrapped tightly around his legs.&nbsp; "Please don't send me back! I'm sorry! I'll do anything that you ask." That too was almost incoherent. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whispers From the Harem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Westal</strong> on <strong>02-05-2012, 05:19:58</strong>
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				Tarkus’ cheeks did not lose their flushed hue when Layla threw herself&nbsp; at his feet, hugging his legs and pressing her face to his thigh. Why under the Gods he blushed at something so tragic, despite her nakedness and provocative stance, was something he mentally scolded himself for. <br><br>You’re incorrigible. She’s miserable… He thought to himself. He needed to rectify how he left her. He hoped he was not entirely responsible for her tears. Perhaps it was simply that the sight of her body was still new to him, and maybe her manic sadness being baseless ensured it did not remove the blush. He felt terrible about it, despite his hyperactive imagination taking in her form and ignoring the tears.<br><br>It was a flattering expression on him, exposing his true nature as a young man instead of a stern leader and harem “manager”.&nbsp; His hard, toned body mixed with an occasional softness of heart were a potent combination, even if unintentional and unwanted if he had his way. <br><br>“What?” Was all he could say when her rapid volley of words came to an end. “Stand, Layla, please.” His hands touched her arms which clung around him, making him fight for balance through her tight cling. “Let’s speak, just you and I…I fear I’ve not made your first day in my service particularly enjoyable, which was not my desire at all. Please, come with me.” He said when he finally coaxed her to stand.&nbsp; He wished he had a full cloak to wrap about her, but he was only wearing a small open-faced shirt and baggy long shorts. Her nudity meant he would not desire to parade her through the halls to the next-closest lounge.<br><br>“This way.” He said, leading her toward his chambers. It was not customary for consorts to be in his private sleeping chambers, and it was forbidden without his permission. It was intended to be a last bastion of solace in a palace eager for his attention. It was certainly not forbidden, however, it was simply less ostentatious, and not meant for other eyes.<br><br>His own eyes fell over her body again as they walked, though in a different way. He eyed her scars and bruises, yet while it still flared up an anger in him, he also felt closer to her somehow. Perhaps it was sympathy, but more so he thought it was her strength. HE was not particularly adept at handling pain…when he felt it that was. Him punching a fissure into the pillar was still unnerving to him. For her to withstand that spoke much for her resolve to endure. He wanted nothing more than to make the rest of her days wrapped in luxury.<br><br>He unlocked the door to his chambers with a small key that hung inside his shorts, tied around his gold silk wrap around his waist. It was comfortable inside, though not nearly as lavish as the chambers Aisha and her would occupy. It was only moderately sized, but it was noticeable cooler. Vents made the room very well ventilated, and it was likely the reason it was his sleeping quarters. Silk cushions and a large bed were wrapped in thin silk, and holes for light beamed down from stories above, beyond the few well-used candles.<br><br>“Now…Let’s start over…” He said, sitting her down while he grabbed one of the large sheets to garb herself with if she wished. "Don't concern yourself with the joining ritual..." He said, trying to convince himself as much as her. He sat next to her, putting a hand across her back on her opposite shoulder. "The sin is against those that brought you to me with no knowledge of what to expect. You've done nothing wrong but show the compassion of a woman that has kept her humanity despite..." He could not say the words that formed ghastly images in his mind. "Despite everything. Let us begin anew...welcome to my service, Layla. I hope you will find life comfortable, I wish for little else but that you find happiness under my care and attentions."<br><br>Focusing on her instead of what had happened to him was making him feel great. Somehow it was encouraging him to forget it entirely, as though his body was building an instinct to not think about it, lest he be wracked with physical pain.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whispers From the Harem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Secretwriter</strong> on <strong>02-05-2012, 05:40:11</strong>
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				It was hard for her to stand and she had no insight into the workings of this man's mind, unlike Aisha, who know him so well.&nbsp; She had no basis of comparison other than what she perceived to be arrogance on his behalf from earlier in the day.&nbsp; It took a moment of his coaxing words and for them to sink in for her to acknowledge his command and to do as he asked.&nbsp; On trembling legs the sobbing female rose, her body quaking even as she wrapped her arms around herself, covering her breasts as much as she possibly could.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>As he led her toward a destination unknown to her, her body exposed to his eyes through the changing light.&nbsp; What scars she had would not be permanent as the guards were under strict command not to disfigure, though she didn't know that the reasons were because a tarnished gift would be seen as an insult by the same sultan that she'd respected her entire life.&nbsp; She had no idea that she was still in the same land of her heritage, of her birth.&nbsp; She thought that she was in a land that was ruled by someone she'd yet to hear of.&nbsp; <br><br>Layla didn't feel entirely safe with him though that was due to the violence that she bore witness to, the same strike that had damaged a column and not his hand.&nbsp; Her mind was trying to adapt to things by playing down the situation. Maybe she'd imagined it?&nbsp; Enough of the truth remained in her mind to make her wary.&nbsp; <br><br>When the lock turned with a click, truthfully she'd only been half paying attention to where she was going, so lost in thought and moving on auto-pilot, her attention snapped to her surroundings and she saw the room that he had led her to.&nbsp; She didn't understand where she was, though she knew that it had to be important for the key to it was tied around his waist.&nbsp; <em>Odd, that</em>, she thought. <br><br>Once inside the room, she remained silent, looking around and taking it all in.&nbsp; She took the offered sheets gratefully and wrapped them around her.&nbsp; It might have seemed foolish for her to shed Aisha's clothing as she had but she'd done it on principle. <br><br>Begin anew.&nbsp; The words that the prince's lips gave her ears were welcome indeed, lifting some of the darkness and worry from her heart.&nbsp; It was one thing to have Aisha say them but another thing entirely to hear them from his mouth. A soft smile began to move over her lips, the blank and emotionless expression on her face turning pleasant.&nbsp; She'd learned not to show her fear or hope; fear got her hit and hope got her disappointed.&nbsp; <br><br>"Thank you, Master," she said softly.&nbsp; "Is there anything that I can do for you to repay you?" Pleasing him was her job, but Layla had always been a giving person, at least Merit had been regardless of her situation.&nbsp; "I do have one more question if you're willing to answer it; why did you change my name?" She wasn't bothered by it any longer, though she really didn't like having to get used to it. She worried that she'd forget her name and not answer when she was called for, though she knew that she would grow accustomed to it. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whispers From the Harem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Westal</strong> on <strong>03-05-2012, 04:49:33</strong>
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				Tarkus' face remained stoic with a hint of gentleness, at least in tone and slow movements. He did not look abashed in the slightest regarding her mention of the custom of changing her name. He was quiet for only a short moment before responding.<br><br>"Another matter that a person normally in this role would have been briefed on extensively." That was the only glimpse of sympathy before he explained, as though instructing a lesson so general that he did not normally need words for it: "Consorts, when delivered to a harem master, are not the same people as they were the day before. Their life before their consecration is another life, another age, a different person. For this reason, I give you a new name to symbolize your rebirth into emotional and carnal servitude.&nbsp; It is merely a formality, but is at the very basis of our connection."<br><br>A thought suddenly crossed his mind. She had not been consecrated to him. Sure, he had been inside her, but that was hardly the definition of the term. She was still a free woman in the god's eyes, in her soul. Even if she were an official slave before (he was not certain she was not previously), that was a servitude of the body, and entirely different. She could walk out this door and be free if she so chose, he could not consecrate a new consort unwillingly. Once he did so, she was bound to him spiritually and legally for as long as he wanted her, but until he released with pleasure at their union...<br><br>"And we need not consider anything you do for me <em>repayment</em>." He said this for many reasons, one being if it were in repayment for anything, it would not be entirely willing. He could never pay or be paid for having sex with a woman, and use that act as a consecration of a consort. Only by a willful joining could she be bound to him. He found himself wanting her bound to him...though at the same time he felt slightly monstrous for wanting to tempt her into taking the final steps into being the next of his harem.<br><br>He scooted closer to her, his hand gently tracing along her back. "I am glad your fate crossed mine." He said simply. He did not need to sweet-talk Aisha, though they certainly exchanged an immense dialogue in their romps.&nbsp; "Even if it was through great pain on your part. Perhaps the rest of your life will be blessed from your prior pain."<br><br>His eyes could not help but admire her body under the mild light. To him, it was new, untested, mysterious. He did not want to seem overzealous or even insensitive to her crying moments earlier, so he hid the rapid swelling of an erection within his light pants. He had a desire that yielded only to his partner's sincere pain or undesire, and Layla was showing neither at the moment, and despite the sheet, her image floated in his mind.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whispers From the Harem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Secretwriter</strong> on <strong>03-05-2012, 05:11:15</strong>
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				As Tarkus explained, she felt herself blushing, cheeks flaming so brightly as he spoke of carnal servitude. She didn't know if she could serve him emotionally yet, not with her husband so recently gone. It was going to be hard for her but she knew that she would be expected to let her beloved go.&nbsp; Should she tell him about her husband? No. He wouldn’t understand or likely wouldn't care.&nbsp; She wouldn't speak of the things that had been said to her about her beloved when she was being punished or just tormented. "I see," she said softly, her head falling slightly. The weight pushing on her heart was heavy, strong, and almost overbearing. <br><br>She didn't understand what he meant about not considering anything she did as repayment to him.&nbsp; Sex was never free, women gave it as a way of thanks, as a proof of love, as a need… it was never free, there was always a price somewhere. <br><br>Layla shivered slightly as his hand trailed down her back, sliding over her flesh and then the sheets that she held to her body.&nbsp; <br><br>That was it. She lost it, though she remained able to stand on her own, tears rolled down her face as he spoke of her being blessed from her prior pain.&nbsp; He didn't ask about her previous life, and to her that meant that he had no desire to know anything about it.&nbsp; Pressing closely to him, seeking the comfort and warmth of his body, Layla wiped her eyes, trying to cease her childish and, she was sure, unimpressive blubbering.&nbsp; "I apologize for weeping, Master." <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whispers From the Harem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Westal</strong> on <strong>03-05-2012, 05:56:50</strong>
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				When her body turned and pressed to him, he blinked, staring beyond her in surprise. His hands moved to hold her to him, the embrace growing tighter by the second. He had no ideas what to say to her. These were not the sort of conversations he was used to having, obviously. <br><br>“Worry not, Layla.” He did not consider the possibility of the name stinging her emotions, considering her apparent reaction to her circumstances. “Be at ease…” He rested his chin lightly at her shoulder as she clung to him. He wished he could tell his body to stop taking this as sensually as it seemed to think it was. He was distantly shamed at his inability to be more sensitive, and ignore his own desires. Yet he was simply not wired that way, not raised that way, and not conditioned that way, even if he wanted to be able to pretend at that moment. He tried to keep his arousal from touching her during the embrace, a fruitless gesture though he mitigated it as best he could.<br><br>That didn’t mean he’d force a square block into a circular hole though. All he would do was keep her close and as comfortable as he could, and see if the apparent ghosts of her past would permit her to be what he wanted. His selfishness was not a cruel one, but he was royalty, spoiled and groomed for this lifestyle, and even told his social status and future would depend on his ability to keep women and please them. <br><br>If she cannot seek me willingly and without tears, is she fit to be&nbsp; a consort? Will it just be torturing her? Do either of us deserve one another in a perpetual state such as this?<br><br>The thoughts were naïve of true human emotion in conditions such as hers, but he was indeed ignorant to both. While he was certainly one of the more caring and empathetic harem masters, he was also not an emotional man when it came to this. Aisha had only reinforced the needlessness of anything else, with her near constant willingness to do his wishes with great zeal.<br><br>His hand continued to rub her back, and a hand moved through her tousled hair slowly, his fingertips grazing her scalp.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whispers From the Harem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Secretwriter</strong> on <strong>03-05-2012, 06:24:11</strong>
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				Worry not, be at ease… She heard the words but she didn't know how to do that.&nbsp; She didn't want to worry, she truly didn't, it just seemed to be an impossible feat.&nbsp; Feeling his cock against her, she realized what was going on and she felt her cheeks flushing.&nbsp; "I'm trying… I promise I am."&nbsp; She sighed and looked up at him. "I want to be a good consort for you. I do." She knew that she had to prove herself. "I want badly to make you happy."&nbsp; She'd do anything that he wanted her to because he'd taken her, however indirectly, from the hell that she'd been serving in.&nbsp; <br><br>"I'm very thankful to be here, I wasn't earlier, I was scared, but now I know that I've been blessed. That the gods have blessed me and saw me fit to favor me.&nbsp; That is one of the reasons that I weep. There is a lot of sadness and loss, and it hard with learning that I am to have a new name and be a new person for my heart still clings to my family who were taken from me… to the husband who was taken… when our village was raided.&nbsp; I know that I will have to let go of his memory to serve you, and it is his memory that has kept me strong through being taken from my lands.&nbsp; I've lost everything. I'm sorry for being so weak. I do want you, Prince Tarkus, I promise that I do.&nbsp; I loved him as much as Aisha loves you.&nbsp; And he loved me as you love her.&nbsp; To be able to love you as you deserve, I have to let go of him, and Merit loves him very much. I don't think that I am still her on the inside anymore, not with what has happened between then and now, but I don't think that I am yet the Layla that you wish for me to be."&nbsp; <br><br>She was afraid that he'd be angry with her.&nbsp; "I wish to be able to serve you in every capacity that you desire. Most of my limitations are emotional ones, not physical now."&nbsp; That had changed quite a bit and she wished that she'd been more adventurous with her husband, even if he had not asked her to be. There were parts of her taken that he'd never possessed, such as anal sex. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whispers From the Harem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Westal</strong> on <strong>03-05-2012, 20:14:18</strong>
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				She certainly knew how to mitigate his concerns. Even despite the shocking and heavy-hearted hints as to her former life and why she had been so scared, her repeating that she wanted and intended to be a dutiful consort lifted his spirits. If she sincerely wanted as such, he had an odd confidence she would. She had been alluring and well enough at masking her fear in the baths, he wondered what she would be like when she recovered from the trauma.<br><br>“You are a strong woman. The Gods reward those who fight for inner-balance and perseverance. The scales that tipped so low to your detriment will even out to your fulfillment, I am sure.” He spoke as his hands continued to move through her hair and along her neck and shoulders.<br><br>Her talk of her losing her family, her husband, was alarming, though again she wrapped it up so succinctly with her promise to serve made the blow cushioned. Of course she had been scared and traumatized. Ripped from her life and then put into the hands of the hound battalion? Would he have fared any better in her shoes?<br><br>He willed himself to not think about the hounds for now. Her eyes on his were pulling at odd parts of his mind. Her baring her soul, even the less than happy parts, rung tones in parts of his heart that he rarely exercised.&nbsp; The sincerity, the raw, true nature of this woman was attractive, compelling and rewarding to imagine having her. She was almost the exact opposite as Aisha, at least in personality, and there was an undeniable draw to having such a different woman after exclusively having Aisha.<br><br>“I have no doubt you will delight me.” He said in a whisper before he kissed Layla. He knew not if it was appropriate timing, he just found himself leaning down, his hand taking a handful of her hair gently in his fist. His other hand held her close to him, caressing down her side and leg. His lips locked to hers, sucking at her lower lips, warm breaths mixing between them. He needed to forget the past hour, and he wanted to forget the past year.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whispers From the Harem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Secretwriter</strong> on <strong>04-05-2012, 00:40:45</strong>
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				Layla supposed that she was a strong woman; she hadn't wept like the women, screamed like them, or been weak. She'd been able to withstand things even when they cut deeply into her heart. She'd been strong and stubborn and she'd done what she was told but all the while she'd not let them break her. She just didn't feel strong. She felt as if she did what she had to do. <br><br>Feeling his warmth against her made things easier to tell him, made it all less painful as it came out of her mouth and his hands on her hair, neck, and shoulders calmed her greatly.&nbsp; <br><br>A soft smile spread over her face as he spoke of having no doubts that she would delight him.&nbsp; That smile held as their lips met and she knew that the prince wanted her.&nbsp; Having just told him everything and with him not yelling at her, but instead encouraging her, she felt a weight lift from her chest.&nbsp; The lack of pressure made her able to press closer to him, the sheet falling from her body as she continued to kiss him, passion growing in the movements of her lips and tongue.&nbsp; <br><br>Trembling hands made their way up his arms and over his shoulders as his kisses made her feel lighter and more dizzy, and so very weak in the knees.&nbsp; "Mmmmm," she purred softly as her tongue circled around his own, sliding between his lips to begin a deeper sort of dance.&nbsp; It had been so long since a man had touched her so kindly that she was sure that she would shatter from it, though in a good way. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whispers From the Harem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Westal</strong> on <strong>04-05-2012, 01:52:52</strong>
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				He held her tight against him as their tongues dueled between them. Lips sucked and teeth nipped and moans sang melodically into the low lit room. His hands explored her now nude form, wanting and desirous of the unfamiliar woman. He delighted at the feeling of her full, heavy breasts against his chest. One hand moved between them to caress a soft tan globe, his hips arching and his manhood flexing at the feel of her breast in his grasp.<br><br>He began to slowly slip out of the opened top tunic he wore, his base chest exposed, lightly tanned and toned though lacking bulging muscle. He reapplied his chest against hers again, moaning into her mouth at the sensation. His lips diverted to her neck, sucking and nipping at her skin and up to her earlobe as his hands moved down along her backside to squeeze her ass firmly, pulling her further against him so that his manhood pressed along her thigh.<br><br>“Mmm…Layla…My body melts before you…” He said with a grin, as though embarrassed she could arouse him so. It was true, his manhood was hardly as half mast, impressive especially considering he’d had sex not two hours previous. <br><br>With a hand in her hair, gripping firmly but attentively, he leaned her back slightly so he could kiss down her chest. His hands pressed her breasts together to lick and kiss down her cleavage, before teasing her nipples with his lips and teeth, all the while his hips arching upwards in a smooth flowing motion.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whispers From the Harem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Secretwriter</strong> on <strong>04-05-2012, 02:19:36</strong>
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				Layla's head fell back as he nipped and sucked at her skin, the pleasure coming from the sweet and simple thing more than enough to cause her to pant heavily for air.&nbsp; &nbsp;She could feel his manhood pressing against her though instead of her thigh it was more along the area of her stomach that his shaft touched.&nbsp; <br><br>"Melts? If that's melting, Master, I'd hate to see it harden!" The words were quipped a bit cheerfully, her tone raw and filled with lustful desires. "It does not feel to be dripping away… though soon it might be dripping with your pleasure."&nbsp; She grinned at that and gasped as he gripped her hair, though the gasp wasn't something that was painful or shocked. She loved the way that he touched her and she refused to let the fears that were trying to wiggle their niggling way into her brain inside of her head. They couldn't come in because they weren't welcome.&nbsp; <br><br>Her spine arched and her breasts pressed upward as he leaned her back, hands sliding up into his hair, loving the feeling of the strands as they slid through her grasp and then out of it, laying back down on his head. His mouth was talented and Aisha had taught him some things quite well. But knowing that she had more experience than Aisha, she knew that she might teach him a few new things.<br><br>With his hips arching upward, she lifted her leg, the way he had her leaned her back changed their position slightly and if she could get her leg a little higher… she groaned as she felt his cock slip between her folds, though she dared not impale herself upon him until he decided that he wanted it. Instead she dragged his tip up and down the slick track between her pussy lips, letting her wetness build on his cock, preparing him to enter her body again. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whispers From the Harem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Westal</strong> on <strong>06-05-2012, 22:14:37</strong>
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				Her moans and seductive reactions to his touch was highly arousing. His length flexed and pulsed in anticipation when she took his cock and moved it to her sex. He let out a growl of a moan as he rubbed it along her wet pussy, caressing her breast in his hand firmly. He breathed deeply, the look in his eyes reflected a powerful desire, not only in his level of wanting her, but also a desire that made him powerful.<br><br>He kissed her again, passionately, while he haled her hip and directed her down so that his cock slowly pushed into her, His kiss filled with a groan at the sensation of being inside her again, his hands gripping her closely, one hand at a breast, the other gripping her ass to ensure his large cock penetrated her slowly at first. She was a new lover after all besides a brief introduction to her body earlier. <br><br>Tarkus liked&nbsp; the idea of starting rather slow, just feeling and appreciating the other. Yet at the same time, it had been a frustrating and rather belittling few hours for him at the hands of others besides his harem. He had some frustrations he wanted to vent. When that happened, his best recourse to alleviate it was with sex; Wild, intense and mutually delightful sex.&nbsp; <br><br>"Yes...Yes Layla mmmm... " HE said under his breath, his hand toying with her nipple between deep kissed at her lips and at her neck.<br>With as great as Layla was already making him feel, he had no doubt she would be just as adept at clearing his mind of all his troubles.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whispers From the Harem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Secretwriter</strong> on <strong>06-05-2012, 22:23:33</strong>
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				The position that she held was precarious and she prayed that she would not lose her balance and hit the ground. Landing on her ass would be rather humiliating to say the very least. It was only his hand that gripped her hip as he guided her onto him that kept her from finally falling down.&nbsp; Layla kissed him back hungrily, squirming as she felt him filling her up again, stretching her open once more.&nbsp; Her body had gone back to its usual position, shrunk back up to her normal tightness. "Ohhhhh," she moaned.&nbsp; Her body was far from being virgin but she did know exercises that her grandmother had told her about to keep her body fit for her husband's enjoyment after she'd gotten married. <br><br>He was far more gentle than she expected and wondered if that would change, or if he was always so sweet.&nbsp; Did he want her to climb him? The position was awkward and hard to maintain due to their height differences. He wouldn't be able to fully penetrate her without injuring himself.&nbsp; <br><br>Biting her lip she made a judgment call and gripped his shoulder, pulling herself up his body, her knees grasping his hips while she got situated, and then she wrapped her legs around him while clinging to his arms, hands gripping his muscles.&nbsp; Using her ass and hips she slowly lifted herself up and down his shaft, moaning softly. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whispers From the Harem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Westal</strong> on <strong>06-05-2012, 22:58:29</strong>
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				Tarkus gave an ingratiating smile when Layla adjusted her positioning, aiding her in getting her legs in the right spot when he saw what she was going for. He was used to his partner doing essentially as she wished and what felt best for her. He had to remember that there were certain accommodations to being unsure of movements and repositionings. He intended to learn every inch and muscle group of Layla, and know the best ways to please her.<br><br>His hands moved to support her movements, while conveniently able to grip her ass. He massaged her thighs and backside while she moved herself up and down over his thick cock. He suckled at her earlobe between nips, at her soft flesh, groaning softly but intensely.&nbsp; &nbsp;His own hips arched upwards when she came down, slowly but with a strength like a low ocean wave.<br><br>He often returned to her lips to kiss her deeply. He thoroughly enjoyed kissing her, she was attentive and made his heart race and cock pulse harder when she moaned between their lips. Her tongue was adept at dancing with his own, a good sign, he certainly enjoyed a clever tongue for more than playful banter.<br><br>The feeling of his cock within her core was entirely incredible. He could&nbsp; feel the tension of the world draining from his mind, replaced with the sensual tension of her bobbing her hips up and down his hard shaft, penetrating deep into her hot wet pussy. His muscles tensed and flexed across his form, enjoying her touch.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whispers From the Harem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Secretwriter</strong> on <strong>06-05-2012, 23:16:52</strong>
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				Layla wrapped her arms around his shoulders, her large and round breasts crushed between them.&nbsp; His strong hands cupped her bottom and she looked into his eyes boldly, though her gaze wasn't strong, but instead demure and submissive to his desires.&nbsp; The softness of the inky pools that were her eyes met his, just as dark and so very beautiful with the heavy lashes that she was eye to eye with.&nbsp; <br><br>The force behind his matching, meeting thrust took her breath and pushed out a delicious moan as her tongue worked over his, but it also caused her to falter in the kiss, her fingertips curling her nails against his shoulders.&nbsp; She was fighting a losing battle and she knew it, knowing that their dancing tongues were going to result with her trembling in his grasp… <br><br>On one of his downward movements, she didn't move up, staying with him as her walls clenched him, moving with her will, tightening around his tip and rippling along his length.&nbsp; Her opening squeezed his base, holding him inside of her tightly.&nbsp; She let him go and started to move up and down again, but then caught him again, treating him to a repeat of her walls squeezing him deliciously in her velvety, wet vise. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whispers From the Harem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Westal</strong> on <strong>07-05-2012, 00:07:21</strong>
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				He gave an excited gasp as her warm walls squeezed against his hard cock, his own kiss faltering with that maneuver.&nbsp; He gave a lusty smile now, after feeling exactly what he was in for. His hands tightened at her bottom, and when she tightened herself on him again after a few sensual grinds, he moaned longingly, breathing hot, impassioned breaths against her neck. She was having a wonderful effect on him.<br><br>His hips arched up to her more eagerly, as though she had taunted his body into moving faster, wanting more, though he welcomed her deep and tight lingering with him fully impaled within her core. One hand moved up to grip her hair again and nip at her neck while he moaned with intense pleasure. <br><br>Finally, she seemed to ignite his passion to a point where he could no longer keep his movements as restricted as they currently were. His observational curiosity as to how she would initiate or interact with him faded as she inched his desire up and up, and now he evolved into a rawer passion. His hand gripped in her hair and the other squeezing her butt as she squeezed her pussy around him again, he turned with her fluidly so as to put her on her back. <br><br>With her butt at the edge of the bed, he kissed at her neck, his chest against hers and her legs around his hips, while he took control of pushing his cock deep within her. He gave a few rolling thrusts, slow but deep, into her before rising up, standing with his feet on the ground and his hands rubbing along her inner thighs and her legs. There were a multitude of pillows and sheets around them, available to put under her lower back if needed for positioning. <br><br>His hand cupped her breasts, adoring their shape and fullness, toying with her nipples while he moved his length to and from her slowly at first. His eyes took her form in wantingly, full of pleasure and further desire. He leaned down to kiss her again as his hips began to pump slightly faster, powerful thrusts that were accompanied by happy grunts of pleasure.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whispers From the Harem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Secretwriter</strong> on <strong>07-05-2012, 00:31:45</strong>
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				The prince was good so far, she hoped that would hold true.&nbsp; If both he and Aisha had been virgins when they were put together, which she found truly odd… why had not a consort been trained by men on how to please the prince properly? What did a virgin truly know of how to move her body?&nbsp; She certainly hadn't when she'd gotten married… well, a few weeks before when he had come to her, unable to keep his hands and passion away from her another moment. Those would be questions for the other female later on. <br><br>He turned them, moving their position and Layla felt her butt hit the edge of the bed.&nbsp; Her breasts pushed harder against her chest with each rolling thrust that he gave her.&nbsp; She let her head fall back as he stood up, her body arched as she thought nothing of the pillows other than that they were there on the bed. <br><br>Layla moaned as he explored her breasts, not thinking ill of Aisha for having normal sized ones, she thought Aisha was beaut- better stop thinking about her, lest she start crying again.&nbsp; <br><br>As he began to pump his hips, she kissed him, feeling a little funny in her tummy about him doing that as she wasn't used to being kissed anymore. Whining into the kiss she grabbed her own legs and pulled them back, knees by her shoulders and her elbows over the backside of her thighs, spreading herself widely for him and letting him have every inch that he wanted to take, so that he could focus on his pleasure. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whispers From the Harem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miss Lilly</strong> on <strong>07-05-2012, 03:17:23</strong>
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				When Layla petulantly shed the robe she'd been wearing, and turned her back to their table, Aisha was perplexed.&nbsp; She didn't think she'd said anything offensive, or upsetting.&nbsp; She'd just been trying to help the newcomer learn how life would work with Prince Tarkus as her Master.&nbsp; She'd have been derelict in her duty as First Consort if she hadn't pointed such things out, and despite the fact that she fervently didn't want to share her Prince, Aisha's sense of duty to him wouldn't allow her to let Layla fall on her own sword.<br><br>"Layla, wait," the dark haired beauty called as the other woman suddenly left the table, and the bedchambers.&nbsp; Aisha rose also, but decided that following her would probably just perpetuate the feelings of awkwardness.&nbsp; Perhaps Layla needed some time alone to process all that had happened to her in the past few hours.&nbsp; And in all honesty, Aisha herself needed some time alone as well.&nbsp; This day was turning out to be all that she feared it would be.&nbsp; She'd dreaded having to welcome a harem sister, although she'd known right from the time she was first chosen for Tarkus that he'd never truly be hers.&nbsp; The knowing didn't make the accepting any easier, though.<br><br>Having suddenly lost her appetite, Aisha roamed the room restlessly, her fingers trailing over every piece of furniture, every ornament, in the room.&nbsp; Many of them held fond memories for her.&nbsp; Tarkus was generous with his gifts, and remembering the occasions of each presentation, as well as the many hours spent luxuriating in the oversized bed in his arms, had Aisha longing for her Prince once again.&nbsp; She wondered where he could be.&nbsp; The incident in the baths seemed so long ago, and she hadn't seen him since.<br><br>Worry for Tarkus pushed thoughts of Layla to the back of Aisha's mind.&nbsp; She was torn over whether to try to find him, or to remain here, where he would expect her to be, should he come looking for her.&nbsp; Feeling useless, she offered up a silent prayer to the Gods to watch over him, wherever he might be.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whispers From the Harem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Westal</strong> on <strong>08-05-2012, 00:27:58</strong>
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				Tarkus gave a grateful, happy smile at the way Layla took her legs apart in her own hands. The sensation it created while within her was divine, and he groaned appreciatively at both the sight and feeling. Another this he loved to see was the way Layla's heavy breasts bounced with his renewed force and pace. His groping, squeezing hands sometimes limited their hypnotic bounce, but when he was rubbing his hands under her ass or holding the back of her head for a wild kiss, he wanted to see those bobbing tits in his dreams.<br><br>His length of hard cock pumped into her rapidly for a few moments, before slowing into a deep, powerful, longing thrust for a time. He liked the notion of learning exactly what she enjoyed most and when. His lips often dipped down to suck and tug at her nipples with his lips, also pushing her tits against his lips while he nipped at her flesh. His breaths were hot against her skin, only a light sheen of perspiration at his brow.<br><br>His cock swelled and pulsed&nbsp; within her as he chose different subtle angles and fluid movements to use in thrusting his hips, his groans of pleasure becoming more and more heated. His toned muscles flexed and clenched as he began to pick up to the pace, rotating now only between a moderate and rapid passionate tempo, slowing only once amid whispers of. "That felt a little too good...not yet." Though he only seemed vaguely intent for her to hear.<br><br>He took her legs unto his own hands, holding them over his shoulders for a new angle, while he playfully kissed along her calves down to around the back of her knee. he also enjoyed supporting her slightly off the bed with his hands at her ass, providing a erotic sense of power, holding her at his will for a hard round of pumping his hard cock deep into her tight wetness. He wanted to throw her over the edge early and often, and if possible before him, though his body was eager for release itself.<br><br>It was just after a round of the wild thrusts into her while holding her ass, he groaned. "Dear Layla...God's be good I am close..." He said it between erratic kisses around her neck and lips, his hips continuing a hard but moderate pace, judging both his own and her body's reactions.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whispers From the Harem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Secretwriter</strong> on <strong>08-05-2012, 04:02:27</strong>
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				Layla let him move her, Aisha's words flickering through her head, talking about how he was first.&nbsp; Could she truly love someone enough to put them before her in everything? The thought made a funny fluttering feeling in her tummy, and she wondered why Aisha had yet to sire their Master a son. She was glad that she hadn't bore one for her husband; she would have seen him slaughtered and she thanked the Gods for being kind enough to spare her that.<br><br>"Aaaahiiiiiieeeee!" she cried, arching and twisting, bucking under him, her body fighting him for a moment, but not in a way that meant she was trying to get away, it was just responding to his stimulus.&nbsp; Crying out again, short vowel sounds with each subsequent thrust, she kept rocking up against him, her back working to meet him in the middle.&nbsp; She wasn't going to let him do all the work and somewhere in her mind she knew that Aisha would be stepping up her game in order to keep the Prince interested.&nbsp; She definitely wasn't going to be a lay-about, and neither was Layla. <br><br>Paying attention to his tempo, she clenched him tightly, milking him on every deep thrust that penetrated her body and provided her with delicious waves of pleasure. Layla watched him as they coupled, her eyes carefully taking in his facial expressions as she moved.&nbsp; What made him hot? What pressed his buttons? She had to know. <br><br>Pleasure filled her and grew deep within her body, pressure building up and she came, riding his cock hard, her ass clenching as she bucked, muscles growing weary.&nbsp; "Oh… Master!" she cried softly, her cup running over, as well as her cunt as she squirted her come against his thighs.&nbsp; Her hips rutted against him, hands clutched at his body where she could with the angle, which was his back and sides as he kissed her, having tasted so much of her body.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whispers From the Harem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Westal</strong> on <strong>09-05-2012, 01:45:35</strong>
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				Her high-toned moan seemed to wash over him like a cool mist on a hot day. His hips gave a few particularly intense thrusts, the quick grunts of pleasure morphing into long moans of intense ecstasy. The way her body moved with his, her pussy walls tightening around his thick cock. It milked and stroked his thick shaft with such irresistible silky tightness and soaking wetness. He looked delighted when she came for him, lavishing in the wet mess it had made at his thighs.<br><br>His heart was racing, as was his approaching climax. His hands gripped hers, holding them just to the side of her shoulders with her legs over his own shoulders. His hips rapidly pumped to her, driving his swollen cock rapidly into her, making lewd sounds of lusty sex as his tempo increased. Her hands away from her body made her breasts bounce even more freely, and his perspiration-touched face lavished himself between them while they bobbed. <br><br>"LAYLA YES!" He finally grunted loudly, his neck and back arching as he thrust himself deep within her, his cock convulsing with an intense climax. His pace slowed to a slower, though still powerful pace, the pleasure overriding his ability to continue moving as he was. The release was one of both sexual climax and a mounting of the increased physical pace to a more moderate one. "By the GODS..." He breathed, kissing at her neck and lips again, his hot breath washing over her. He was smiling deeply, a slight chuckle at his words as though even he were surprised at the intensity of his orgasm.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whispers From the Harem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Secretwriter</strong> on <strong>09-05-2012, 05:03:00</strong>
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				Layla panted as he cried out, his climax coming quickly, for that she was thankful because it meant that she'd pleased him at least physically that day.&nbsp; She certainly had not made him very happy outside of that moment. <br><br>Knowing that if the Merit that she had been a year before met the Layla that she was at that moment, the Merit would look down on the Layla and call her weak.&nbsp; But Merit was gone, she'd changed too much and all of her naivety had been crushed and pushed away. <br><br>Kissing him back, she fought the tears that threatened her. She wasn't sure what she felt, he wasn't the first person that she'd been with since her husband, so it wasn't that she felt like she was being disloyal.&nbsp; It was that he hadn't hurt her, not once. He hadn't been cruel to her.&nbsp; She clung to him tightly, afraid to let him go.&nbsp; "Thank you." <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whispers From the Harem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Westal</strong> on <strong>10-05-2012, 00:00:33</strong>
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				Tarkus smiled when she thanked him and held him close. "Thank YOU." He replied breathily. His hands still roamed her form, massaging her legs and backside before moving up to tangle his finger into her hair. His cock within her was sensitive, their combined fluids of climax made it a messy stay, though it felt too good to withdraw yet.&nbsp; The sensation was too heightened for him to confirm, but it felt like he was still rather hard within her.<br><br>He felt slightly embarrassed, though he knew it was a silly reaction to such a thing. His erection was often more eager and enduring than his cardio stamina was, though he was generally quick to recover, and it had really prevented further passion considering not every position needed his energy spent as much as others. "That was amazing..." He said with a warm smile, his breath returning to him, kissing along her neck gently. <br><br>He'd let her legs down to ease the strain on her muscles, though he truly could not bring himself to pull from her yet. His lips trailed down her chest to her breasts, apparently transfixed by their shape and weight. Her nipples wound up between his lips again while his cock flexed within her, apparently not ready to go fully limp. His cheeks flushed with a light red hue was rather flattering with his skin tone, despite the irrational reasoning.<br><br>"I have a feeling you could make me orgasm at will with that moan you make...it's very...seductive..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whispers From the Harem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Secretwriter</strong> on <strong>10-05-2012, 00:15:42</strong>
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				Layla's large, round breasts rose and fell rapidly as she tried to get her breathing under control.&nbsp; Laughing softly at his returned comment and his own heavy breathing, she pushed away the niggling worries that tried to invade her mind. She wasn't going to let her fears take over, get a grip inside of her brain and ruin any chance at happiness that she might have ahead of her. Like he'd suggested, this might be the Gods letting her have a good life again after so much had been done to her.&nbsp; She wasn't one who would say for sure but if they were giving her a blessing then she would grip it with both hands. <br><br>Not seeing the man above her as anything even akin to embarrassed, her perception of him being more suave and tempting than inexperienced with women, she stared up into his face for a moment and then cuddled him as he kissed down her neck.&nbsp; Shivering, she moaned softly, her legs wrapping around him so that he wouldn't fall out of her, not wanting to break the connection yet.&nbsp; Her back arched as he treated her breasts to such delicious kisses, another little moan coming from her throat.&nbsp; Squeaking softly as she realized that he was <em>still</em> hard, she looked up at him with mischief in her eyes, lips parted sensually.&nbsp; The red flushing of his cheeks she mistook for exertion. <br><br>"Moan I make?" she asked, not knowing what in the world that he was talking about. She merely expressed the pleasure that he gave her.&nbsp; But in the spirit of his flexing shaft, she squeezed him inside of her rather purposefully, looking up at him with mounting desire.&nbsp; "Do you wish for another go around, Master?" she asked teasingly, rocking her hips up toward him, pulling him deeper within her.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whispers From the Harem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Westal</strong> on <strong>11-05-2012, 22:30:30</strong>
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				Her legs wrapping around him to keep her within her gave him a warm sensation that was more than just sexual. He felt a connection to her, having tried to avenge her mistreatment by--<br><br>No, no need to go into those thoughts now. Those were notions for when he could afford to be swept up by the strange condition that ailed him whenever he revisited the past hour in his head. What mattered now was that he felt a strong emotional connection to Layla, which he knew from his time with Aisha, only made the sexual aspect of their relationship more amazing. He wasn't sure if the amazing sex had influenced his mind's belief that he felt a connection to her, he tended to think not, that it was the other way around. Either way, he was <em>very </em> happy.<br><br>Beyond her legs wrapping around him, her arching back and flexing of her pussy against his hard cock made his reflexes kick in, pushing deep into her in conjunction with her own movements. He gave a gasp of sheer bliss, eyes widening before closing for a moment. With a long exhale, he nodded rapidly and said, "Yes...a hundred times yes..." in response to her last question. He raised himself off her slightly, as even if he did gather his stamina to be in a dominant position again, he'd want to try another one regardless. He enjoyed variety in a day's lovemaking, often in who had more control over the movements as much as anything.<br><br>"Do you have a favorite angle?" He heard himself say, his cheeks still tinged with red. it was a candid question, and one he was genuinely curious about, though he had little idea of the most appropriate way to phrase it. Not that it mattered, since his stimulated mind had simply blurted it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whispers From the Harem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Secretwriter</strong> on <strong>11-05-2012, 23:13:36</strong>
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				Tarkus sure did seem eager to go again, she thought with a giggle when he responded to her question with such gusto! <br><br>"No, I have no favorite angle, I don't think so at least. I'm rather partial to being on my stomach with my hips in the air, but I don't know if it's my favorite. I've been taken in so many odd positions. In front of mirrors, with various objects." <br><br>Staring up at her new Master, she nibbled on a fingertip.&nbsp; And she decided to play her game her way, Aisha's face popping into her mind. It was revenge if nothing else.&nbsp; "Are you going to have Aisha be with me for your pleasure, Master?" she asked, as if she was merely curious about it.&nbsp; Her cunt clenched and she moaned luxuriously, squirming beneath him.&nbsp; "She said that she's never been with a woman before, and I think that she should be, if it's your will, Master."&nbsp; She blushed and looked up at him. "She's a very beautiful woman." Who was missing out on so very much. <br><br>"And I don't know if I should tell you or not but I do desire her. As much as I desire you… well… perhaps not as much but a great deal. I would love to make you happy by giving you something that you've never had before, as a man with multiple women does have more… interesting perks."&nbsp; She nibbled over his shoulder.&nbsp; <br><br>"Like… you could fuck one of us… and the other could wear a dildo tied around her hips, and fuck the other… We could lick each other… both lick you…" She worked on filling his mind with ideas, though she truly did want to please him and she <em>knew</em> that through her suggestions she could make him a very happy man. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whispers From the Harem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Westal</strong> on <strong>13-05-2012, 08:20:08</strong>
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				Tarkus had grinned when Layla mentioned the notion of her on her stomach with her hips raised. Her open talk of it while nibbling a finger made his watch curiously, as it was not a custom he was used to, and found it as entertaining as it was cute. <br><br>Her suggestion was an angle that was certainly on his shortlist of favorites, but before he could take the initiative to move them into that position with all due haste, she continued. His pupils dilated slightly and locked to hers when she asked so casually if he would have her and Aisha paired intimately during their play. <br><br>He had just been about to put on a soothing tone, and express that he anticipated on moving slowly in that regard, ensuring that all involved learned one another's bodies on every level before wading into those waters...but then she squeezed her pussy walls against his thick, hard cock, and continued to say that he <em>should</em>.<br><br>Her blushed cheeks, along with her suggestion that they please one another for his viewing pleasure, or otherwise join as an intimate team at once, made him push himself deep into her with another thrust. It was as though her coaxing and seducing him with such notions was making his hips pump into her beyond his control...not that he was resisting the urge at all.<br><br>When she nipped at his shoulder and said that she outright desired Aisha, and wanted to give him all the perks that having a second woman could offer, he was all but lost to his rebuilt sexual power. She was fanning the flames of regrowing fire, and he seemed delighted by it.<br><br>He had realized at this point that he still hadn't responded, but she kept saying such inspiring things, he dare not interrupt. He kissed and nipped at her neck and ear again, giving grunts of approval while she spoke. His moaning grunt seemed intrigued by the first idea involving the dildo around a woman's hips. it was definitely not&nbsp; objected to, though he seemed in thought about the possibilities.<br><br>The second suggestion of them licking one another garnered a much more 'oooo' grunt. Yet the most apparent outburst came when she finished with the idea of them both licking him. From that his cock seemed to swell even more within her. He leaned up from their close embrace, took a deep breath as though to give a monologue, and replied.<br><br>"Yes." In a deep, lust-soaked voice.<br><br>With that, with his strong hands maneuvering under her, he pulled slightly from her to flip her onto her front, moving her leg up over his shoulder, doing everything he could to keep at least his tip within her as he pulled her hips up to his cock's level.&nbsp; With a passionate thrust, he pushed his length of hard cock deep into her pussy, his hands gripping her ass in sudden delight.<br><br>"YES!" he said again, though for a different reason. His hips pulled slowly from her before driving his cock hard into her soaking wet pussy again. "We will know every combination. Every angle. Every permutation. Every possibility of lust and passion."&nbsp; He said as his hips grinded his thick pulsing manhood to and from her.&nbsp; His hands roamed down her body, moving to her breasts when accessible from the elevation of her chest. He squeezed them possessively at his first moment though.<br><br>"We will make each other know the pinnacle of pleasure. I take deep interest in having two focus on one, to sheerly surpass the previous knowledge of highest pleasure."<br><br>His hips increased their momentum, hands gripping her hips to use as leverage for his powerful thrusts.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whispers From the Harem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Secretwriter</strong> on <strong>17-05-2012, 04:48:18</strong>
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				It wasn't that she was trying so much to be manipulative as she was wanting them all to get along.&nbsp; She wasn't really trying to get away with pissing Aisha off, though that was a bonus if it happened, considering how the woman had made her feel so 'comfortable' in the home.&nbsp; Accepted. Wanted. Oh no, Layla, don't go… we need you here… Yeah… right.&nbsp; She'd been wholly rejected and didn't know how much she truly desired Aisha after that, the look of condemnation that had been perched in the brown pools of liquid loathing positioned on either side of the 'Head' Concubine's nose remained burned into her consciousness. <br><br>After all the intimacy she was starting to get a bit hungry again, and knew that all she had to do was ask when she wanted more food.&nbsp; That was something that she was going to have to get used to again.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>It didn't take much to revive the Prince, she was glad to see, having been worried about his stamina in sexual matters.&nbsp; He seemed to be able to please two women easily with the speed with which he returned to turgidly swollen inside of her.&nbsp; <br><br>Moaning with his words, her hips ground with him, his cock rubbing her furthest wall.&nbsp; He kindled her fires easily with the movements, and then when the thrusts started and his powerful hands were on her hips, her body burst into flames that were fanned by the momentum and force of his hips.&nbsp; "OH, My MASTER!" she cried, breasts bouncing mightily with the speed of their combined movements.&nbsp; Pleasure would claim her quickly with such powerful exertion.&nbsp; "OH MASTER!" she squealed, gripping the covers and pillows above her head, silky walls caressing his shaft, pulsing around it, throbbing as she started to explode.&nbsp; Once more she soaked his sheets, scenting them with the juices of her pussy, sweet and pungent, musky and feminine.&nbsp; Her cunt clenched him desperately in its loving grip, trying to draw out his seed again. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whispers From the Harem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Westal</strong> on <strong>18-05-2012, 01:24:55</strong>
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				There was an immense difference in the way Tarkus' body acted compared to their initial coupling. Now having climaxed twice in the past two hours, instead of coasting on his heightened desire and holding his orgasm in as long as possible, now Tarkus was rock hard but wanted nothing more but to cum for Layla. It had changed from a defensive mindset to an offensive one, being rock hard but knowing he'd need to work at arriving at the treasured euphoria. He knew full well this could potentially take an hour, but by the Gods she had addled his desires to want it as soon as feasibly possible.<br><br>His hands roamed her body, groping her bouncing breasts and toying with her nipples. His hips never ceased their piston-like movements, driving his cock deep into her, though his angle varied to try and find the spots she liked best.&nbsp; When her moans signaled that she was getting close to another climax, his hand reached under her and began to tease her clit slowly. He truly loved hearing her moan, and especially hearing her cum for him.<br><br>"By the Gods yes...Yes Layla..." He muttered, sweat sliding down his temples and chest. His hand continued to toy with her nub while he bucked his manhood deep into her cunt over and over, keeping up the tempo while varying the specific movements.<br><br>"Please please yes yes..." he begged no one in particular, wanting to cum again so badly.&nbsp; His hand moved along the back of her head, gripping a handful of her hair firmly as he inched closer and closer toward orgasm. Finally, just as she moaned again, the lightning bolt sensation ripped down his body, and his cock convulsed again after swelling within her.<br><br>"YES!" He growled loudly as his whole body shivered and seized up off and on. he could hardly move except to pound his cock deep inside her, his reddened face in awe by the sensation of pleasure.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whispers From the Harem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miss Lilly</strong> on <strong>01-06-2012, 03:40:42</strong>
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				Aisha was standing on the balcony, lost in thought, when a soft 'ahem' caught her attention.&nbsp; She turned to find Hassan, the new eunuch, who had obviously not yet had his procedure performed, standing just inside the entry of the bed chambers.&nbsp; Although she had yet to meet the man properly, the look of concern on his face was unmistakable.<br><br>"What is it, Hassan?" she asked, trepidation creeping into her voice.&nbsp; She hadn't seen nor heard from her Prince since he left the two women in the baths, and she suspected that Tarkus was the reason for Hassan's visit.<br><br>"It's...." he began, obviously unsure of himself.&nbsp; "It's Prince Tarkus, ma'am.&nbsp; I'm concerned for his safety.&nbsp; He was going to confront the Hound Division, and no one has seen him since."<br><br>Hassan's words came out in a rush, as if he thought that saying them quickly would somehow lessen their impact.&nbsp; He couldn't have been more wrong.&nbsp; Aisha's stomach tightened involuntarily.<br><br>"The Hound Division?" she whispered, her mind filling with dread.&nbsp; "Did he go alone, Hassan?&nbsp; Please tell me he took someone with him? Some protection?"&nbsp; <br><br>The man shook his head.&nbsp; "He went alone. And the Hounds respect no one. Not even the Prince."<br><br>Aisha's head was swimming.&nbsp; Tarkus had gone to face the Hound Division alone.&nbsp; Brave and strong as he was, not even he could defeat an entire army of mercenaries, should they decide to turn on him.&nbsp; This day was getting worse by the minute.<br><br>"And no one has seen him since?"&nbsp; Hassan shook his head again.&nbsp; Aisha willed her brain to start working again.&nbsp; They needed to find the Prince, and fast.&nbsp; "We must look for him, Hassan.&nbsp; Discretely, of course.&nbsp; We don't want to alarm anyone.&nbsp; You search outside the palace, I'll search inside.&nbsp; &nbsp;We'll meet back here in one hour, agreed?"<br><br>The eunuch in waiting bobbed his head and slipped quietly from the bed chambers.&nbsp; Aisha tightened her robe around her, and set off in the opposite direction.&nbsp; She had become very familiar with the palace since she had come to live here, and could navigate the interior with her eyes closed.&nbsp; She'd check the Prince's private chambers first. It was, she thought, the most likely place for him to be.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whispers From the Harem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Secretwriter</strong> on <strong>10-06-2012, 04:25:37</strong>
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				Layla watched as her Master pounded into her, those weak and feeble movements that she was now able to return since he'd worn her quite blissfully out made her feel less than she was.&nbsp; She wanted to be able to drive him wild but her body was not insatiable. She had limits where endurance was concerned. <br><br>But he made time with her quite well, his moans following her own, his bliss right on the heels of her orgasm.&nbsp; His begging words made no sense to her mind, one forcefully molded into servitude.&nbsp; She didn't understand why he'd ask please to her for any reason other than politeness but in the heat of the moment?&nbsp; She supposed that it was one of the random things that men sometimes said during or right before an orgasm and put it out of her mind. <br><br>"Oh, Master!" she panted, her voice squeaky as she cried out to him, gripping his arms as he firmly gripped the back of her hair.&nbsp; The way that he came was beautiful; she'd never seen anything quite so wonderful, at least not since she'd lost her husband. Letting him go was painful. It hurt like nothing had but for the actual loss of him. But how could she be true to this man, Tarkus, and hold onto the memory of him?&nbsp; She knew that had the situations been reversed that she would have wanted him to move on and do what he needed to in order to live his life without pain or regret. <br><br>Her legs locked around him, drawing him yet deeper inside of her so that he couldn't pull out when he lost his seed within her.&nbsp; With luck she could conceive before Aisha, not that she was trying to be competitive, it was just a logical thought to want to bear the first son of a man.&nbsp; To gain his favor through his heir… it was the way of the world, of that time and any time to come.&nbsp; <br><br>"Please, Master, give me your seed so that I might be able to conceive. Please don't pull out of me," she whispered huskily, looking up into his face with earnest honesty.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whispers From the Harem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Westal</strong> on <strong>12-06-2012, 22:44:57</strong>
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				Layla's plea for him to release within her in order to conceive did not draw and immediate reaction from Tarkus, and in truth only registered distantly in his mind, as he was already deep within an intense climax deep within Layla's tight core. This one took a lot out of him, as his third climax within as many hours was on par with the first from an average man, though it was as mind-shattering as it ought to be. He reveled in climaxing as many times as he could, to get more and more sensitivity built up. Some might say he was addicted to the painful pleasure of frequent climaxes, he simply knew he loved fucking, and wanted to keep his body in top form for his growing harem.<br><br>"YES!" He moaned loudly as his seed spilled deep within her, his length of cock convulsing, his face contorted with the intense rush of pleasure that was so rich it hurt in the best kind of way. Sweat glistened his body as his movements finally slowed, though he gave a valiant final few thrusts, shivering with bliss each time. He lowered his body along hers gently and gingerly, each inch of movement caused his slowly softening manhood caused another brief shudder.<br><br>"No words..." he said in a whisper before clarifying. "I have no words, I mean." He chuckled. "I wasn't trying to say 'no words, don't talk '." He gave a youthful though quiet snort of laughter at the notion. he summarized: "That was incredible." He smiled, kissing up her neck to her ear as he spoke.<br><br>Only slowly did her request for his seed for her to conceive slowly make its way back into his mind, though it was still far away, a thought for another day. Generally, and by the advice of the council, Aisha had been given a root brew called "moon tea", which discouraged conception when drank within a number of hours from intercourse. There were a multitude of reasons, ranging from the thought that a harem should be at a sizable number before such precautions be abandoned, so that a harem master had plenty of options in the later terms of pregnancy. Less progressive council members still held that a child born to a consort was sinful, and only a wife should bear a child of royal seed. It was almost universally held that those born on the wrong side of the bed of nobility were to never hold above a certain office of power, and were forbidden from taking any seat of royalty, though they more than often held esteemed jobs in the city, thanks to handsome child tithe payments.<br><br>He did not think a second harem member would dissolve the council's trepidation, and he himself was not entirely ready for either Layla nor Aisha to bear a child for him...yet. The notion did appeal to a future-looking, part of him, though. He often wondered if this avoidance was foolish, though he did want his child to have every advantage in life, and not be burdened with the 'curse of the bastard'.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whispers From the Harem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Secretwriter</strong> on <strong>15-06-2012, 19:37:42</strong>
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				Smiling up at him and definitely out of breath the weak brunette lay beneath him as he perched above her.&nbsp; Feeling his delicious cock shuddering within her, expanding even more against her walls as it pumped the remainder of his seed inside of her, she enjoyed the fact that he had no words.&nbsp; <br><br>Something in the expression that he carried upon his face gave her pause, after he'd kissed his way up to her ear.&nbsp; Her fingers roamed his back, nails softly scratching him in a loving way. The man had just given her the level of pleasure that she'd thought forever lost, and he'd done it in such a giving way. <br><br>Nibbling on the inside of her lip, she tried to figure out what the look could mean.&nbsp; "Is something wrong, Master?" she asked quietly, a look of worry upon her face.&nbsp; "Have I said or done something to displease you?"&nbsp; She knew nothing of the politics that he held dear. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whispers From the Harem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Westal</strong> on <strong>20-06-2012, 21:28:37</strong>
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				He gave a low moan at the sensation of her attentive nails scratching along his back. Especially with his nerves were so sensitive after the number of orgasms he'd had, her attentiveness was much appreciated. Goosebumps rippled over his tan skin, his breath warmly cascading along her neck in reaction.<br><br>Her question startled him, though he remained still. He did not look to her eyes for fear she would see beyond his words' cover. "I don't think you could displease me if you tried, Layla." He said, nipping at her neck, his softening cock gave a mild move into her to emphasize his message. "No, I am merely trapped within my own head of useless worry. The palace's...predicament...returns to me now that every carnal desire I had has been so delightfully satisfied."<br><br>He kissed down her neck to her chin, his eyes closed, feeling his way with his lips, before a knock on the door made his eyes open. "Perhaps we should dress, my dear." He said quietly.
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