Sha'ib: City of Mazes - The Crimson Palace (Private) (IC)
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				Title: <strong>Sha'ib: City of Mazes - The Crimson Palace (Private) (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crash</strong> on <strong>07-03-2015, 23:20:35</strong>
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				<div align="center">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/82/Hammam2.jpg)</div><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>The Crimson Palace</strong></span></div><br>The Crimson Palace is a Djaffir bath, one of the few in Sha’ib and generally frowned upon by the Clerics of Asaheem.&nbsp; This has not stopped the bath from being quite popular with both visiting Djaffir, but local Hadaree as well.&nbsp; &nbsp;The traditional bath starts in the relaxation room where hot air continuously flows through allowing the bather to perspire freely. Bathers may then move to an even hotter room (known as the hot room) before they wash in cold water.&nbsp; After a full body wash and a massage the bathers retire to the cooling room with its spring fed pools for a period of relaxation.&nbsp; Attendant are rotated through to help with bathing, massage and other delights depending on how much is paid in advance as some delights are only available from certain attendants.<br><br>The owners of the Crimson Palace (named after their home, The Crimson Fortress) are Necip alim-Setinok and Ajda alim-Setinok.&nbsp; They are brother and sister and have made a small fortune with their bath in Sha’ib.&nbsp; It is Ajda that is the brains behind the endeavor, but Necip is the face of the Bath, being unnaturally friendly and charismatic.<br><br>The Crimson Palace does hire entertainers and employ slaves, though no slaves are forced into attending in ways that make them uncomfortable.&nbsp; They are however given a stipend of dinar if they do and many an attendant has bought their freedom from the Palace.<br><br><div align="center">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4a/SacramentumG2.jpg)</div><br><hr><br><div align="center">Post Header</div><div class="codeheader">Code: <a href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="return smfSelectText(this);" class="codeoperation">[Select]</a></div><pre style="margin: 0; padding: 0;"><code class="bbc_code">[floatleft][img height=200 padding=5]&lt;insert image&gt;[/img][/floatleft][hr][b]Name:[/b]<br>[b]Race/Culture:[/b]<br>[b]Location:[/b] <br>[b]Day/Time:[/b] &lt;Morning, Noon, Afternoon, Evening are fine&gt;<br>[b]Tagged:[/b] <br>[hr]<br></code></pre><br><hr><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Seasons and Months</strong></span></span></div><br>The year is broken down into three major seasons: Alak Arkhet (Flood), Alak Paret (Harvest), Alak Shemu (Dry), and a short “holy” season. The major seasons consist of four months of 32 days each. Within each season, the months are called Amt (First), Baot (Second), Anshi (Third), and Tamith (Fourth). Holy season is a single 32 day month at the end of the calendar, and is called Alak Neteru (Season of the Gods) by the Faithful and Alak Suha (Season of Contemplation) by the Devoted.<br><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Days &amp; Weeks</strong></span></span></div><br>Each month is broken down into four weeks of seven days, plus four extra days at the beginning. The weeks are<br>numbered using the same notation as the four months of the each season. The seven days of the week are called Yaus al-Maat (Day of Balance), Yaus al-Kemi (Day of Flour), Yaus al-Hamala (Day of Lambs), Yaus al-Sesht (Days of Scribes), Yaus al-Niwt (Days of Houses), Yaus al-Ittrou (Day of the River), and Yaus al-Nefar (Day of Freedom).<br><br>The first four days of each month, which always fall during the new moon, are sacred holidays, being considered<br>very unfortunate times to do anything except pray to the gods (Faithful) or contemplate the Hamad in order<br>to ensure one is living in accordance with Asaheem's way (Devoted). It is especially unlucky to conduct business<br>deals, weddings, funerals, battles, or anything else of significance during this time. As a result, the four religious<br>holidays have no name, and when citizens must refer to one of the four days, they do in general terms such as,<br>“tomorrow” or “in two days.”<br><br>In order to give a specific date list the week number, the day, the month number, and the season. For instance,&nbsp; Anshi Yaus al-Sesht boat Alak Paret translates literally as, “The third Day of Scribes in the second month of Harvest Season.”&nbsp; Using the translation is fine.&nbsp; <strong>We are starting the game on: The first Day of Houses in the first month of Harvest Season</strong><br><br><div align="center">Calendar (http://plothook.net/tools/calendar.html)</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sha'ib: City of Mazes - The Crimson Palace (Private) (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kuroneko</strong> on <strong>12-03-2015, 06:31:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v622/Jagwaar/Shazadi%201a_zpsql8ohgqw.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Shazadi<br><strong>Race/Culture:</strong> Jinn-Blooded Bedu<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Crimson Palace (con't from The Thirteen Monkeys) <br><strong>Day/Time:</strong> Yaus al-Niwt (Day of Houses), Amt (first month) of Alak Paret (Harvest Season), Late Morning<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Rashid<br><hr><br>“Are you saying that I’m <em>not</em> presentable now?” Shazadi shot back over her shoulder, glancing up at Rashid with a twinkle in her eyes, even brighter now that the sun caught them from time to time as they stepped between the brightly colored canopies. “The Crimson Palace is a finely appointed establishment, even if the clerics of the city would prefer it didn’t exist. They think it encourages bad behavior,” she said, leaning in close to whisper in his ear. “But the truth is that the owners, a brother and sister of some esteem simply meet the needs of their customers in many and diverse ways. Not only can one wash away the desert dust and then soak their cares away. There are steam rooms, a hot room and cold rooms, and if all of those are not enough, you can take a massage at the hands of their talented masseuses and let them work the aches and pains away before soaking in one of the two baths, filled with spring fed waters, one public and the other … more private and dedicated to … extended cleaning.” She inhaled deeply and smiled at the memory. “And there are musicians and singers, incense and dancers to entertain. All in all, it is an entirely sensual experience.<br><br>Arm in arm, they traversed the length of the bazaar, ignoring the calls of the merchants seeking to entice them to their booths to buy their wares. For the moment, Shazadi’s attention was focused entirely on Rashid and the way he focused on her as they walked. There were always ample opportunities for her to share the beds of others wherever she traveled. Tamarni saw to that through the Gifts she had blessed her with, her propensity to indulge herself in a handsome face, a gifted musician or a talented storyteller and the various permissions She placed on her followers. So, it hadn’t been that long since she’d shared another’s bed. But it had been a very long time since she’d done so with someone that cared about her, and she them. Someone that knew her and what she liked, who would seek to please her from a sincere desire to do so, rather than to impress her. That act alone was enough to make Shazadi walk faster, and bring vivid images of the long lines of Rashid’s muscles to mind as she watched him move beside her.&nbsp; <br><br>Soon the baths came into view, and Shazadi escorted Rashid up the steps and into the building, where they met the attendants who received them with grace and gratitude, asking them their preferences and where they wanted to begin. Passing over several coins, Shazadi smiled and said, “At the beginning of course, in the relaxation room. My friend has never been here, and I want to be sure he experiences everything you have to offer.” Turning to Rashid, she rose up on her toes to press a gentle kiss on his cheek. “I’ll meet you there once I’ve changed.” <br><br>Following one of the female attendants, Shazadi wandered off to store her clothes and belongings and wrap herself in a fine linen towel, the better to stretch out on the tile in the heated relaxation room. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sha'ib: City of Mazes - The Crimson Palace (Private) (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paladin101</strong> on <strong>12-03-2015, 06:48:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://images2.fanpop.com/images/photos/5700000/Kingdom-Of-Heaven-kingdom-of-heaven-5751717-400-225.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Rashid<br><strong>Race/Culture:</strong>&nbsp; Bedu<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Crimson Palace (continued from The Thirteen Monkeys)<br><strong>Day/Time:</strong> Yaus al-Niwt (Day of Houses), Amt (first month) of Alak Paret (Harvest Season), Late Morning<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Shazadi<br><hr><br>"You are a beacon of beauty to which poor men fly as moths to flame, but if these baths are as...entertaining, as you suggest...well I think you may need some proper bathing before recovering your clothes." He replied to her tease. And as she described the baths to him, his eyes twinkled with mischief. "I definitely want to try the extended cleaning...for your sake of course." <br><br>With a wolfish grin he enjoyed the rest of their walk, his attention almost completely focused on admiring Shazadi, and anticipating seeing her in the baths. When they reached the baths he also slipped some coins to the attendant, and followed a smooth muscled young man, who seemed barely into manhood. He could see that all of the attendants seemed to be attractive, though personally he&nbsp; thought the young men tended a bit too much towards the pretty boy end of the spectrum, none looked as though they had worked a day in their lives. Reaching the changing room he slid off his clothes and stored them with care, wrapping a towel around his waist to maintain some semblance of modesty. <br><br>His attendant led him into a relaxation room, the tiled floor warm beneath his feet. There was a small pool in the center filled with cool water, and stone slabs upon which to rest as you soaked in the heat. He saw a number of ladles next to buckets of cool water as well to ensure visitors remained hydrated and didn't faint. He found a good spot to sit, and waited for Shazadi to arrive, stretched back, his muscles already slicked with sweat from the heat of the room. 
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				Post by: <strong>Kuroneko</strong> on <strong>12-03-2015, 07:17:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v622/Jagwaar/Shazadi%201a_zpsql8ohgqw.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Shazadi<br><strong>Race/Culture:</strong> Jinn-Blooded Bedu<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Crimson Palace (con't from The Thirteen Monkeys) <br><strong>Day/Time:</strong> Yaus al-Niwt (Day of Houses), Amt (first month) of Alak Paret (Harvest Season), Late Morning<br><hr><br>In the changing room, the lovely attendant that guided her paused to asked Shazadi if she and her gentleman friend would be requiring any additional companionship in the first of the bath’s heated rooms. Though the young girl was indeed beautiful and normally she might have been tempted, Shazadi simply smiled and politely declined the attendant’s offer, pausing long enough to thank her and press a gentle kiss to the girl’s lips, which were as soft and as sweet as they looked. <br><br>Undressing, she carefully folded her garments and stored them in a provided basket, handing them over to be carefully guarded by the Palace’s staff while she availed herself of the baths. The large towel she was given was a light saffron color, pale as the morning sun and Shazadi wrapped the soft fabric around her body, tucking the ends under her arms to mold to her breasts and letting the rest of the fabric hang down to her calves, hugging her hips on its way. <br><br>So robed, she padded out from the changing room with her hair tumbling over her bare shoulders in a mass of waves that spilled down her back and into the relaxation room to find Rashid waiting, along with several other patrons of both genders. Young girls and boys tended to all of them, as they desired, dressed in far less than their charges. Seeing Rashid bare to the waist brought a smile to her lips as she crossed the heated room, gracefully taking a seat next to him on the warm tile. <br><br>“I apologize for keeping you waiting,” Shazadi said, smiling as she looked up into his face, while her right hand rose to trace the line of his collar bone before sailing down the muscles of his chest, assuming she already had his permission to touch his sweat covered skin. Already the humidity and warmth of the room had brought a rosy flush to her cheeks and skin, far different from the heat of the desert, yet no less appealing. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Paladin101</strong> on <strong>12-03-2015, 07:43:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://images2.fanpop.com/images/photos/5700000/Kingdom-Of-Heaven-kingdom-of-heaven-5751717-400-225.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Rashid<br><strong>Race/Culture:</strong>&nbsp; Bedu<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Crimson Palace (continued from The Thirteen Monkeys)<br><strong>Day/Time:</strong> Yaus al-Niwt (Day of Houses), Amt (first month) of Alak Paret (Harvest Season), Late Morning<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Shazadi<br><hr><br>Rashid had chosen a tile bench to lay back upon which was separated by at least one other such bench from other patrons. It was not that he was a shy man, on the contrary he was proud of the body he had honed in the harsh environment of the Dune Sea, it was the instrument of his Dance. But when Shazadi came to join him, he hoped for some semblance of privacy. <br><br>"Does sir require any company or assistance relaxing?" A young, pretty boy slave asked, garbed in a thin white shift which was translucent due to the boys sweat. Rashid gave the young man a smile and silently shook his head, not trusting himself to speak. He had no problem with men finding comfort with other men if that was their pleasure, but to indulge in a slave? It was disgusting to him to think of using another that way. He lay back upon the tile, his hands reaching up and running through his hair, now loose from his turban and hanging down just past his ears. His eyes were closed as he relaxed in the heat, so he didn't know Shazadi was there until she spoke. <br><br>"Hmm, it is a beautiful woman's prerogative to make men wait. The anticipation of the arrival of your beauty is a sweet torture, delicate to savor, but all the sweeter when you finally arrive and release us from our torture." He replied, his eyes opening with a smile as her fingers traced over his flesh. His eyes swiftly took in the flushed flesh of her face, the way the towel wrapped around her delicious curves and enhanced her stunning figure. He lifted a hand to caress her cheek, his fingers dancing along the smooth flesh of her face as he cupped his fingers around her neck, and drew her down towards him. <br><br>"Ah Shazadi, I must drink of your beauty, or I shall surely perish!" He whispered with a smile as he leaned up, his lips seeking out hers, his tongue eager to taste the sweetness of her lips, a flavor he had been yearning for since he saw her in the coffee shop. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sha'ib: City of Mazes - The Crimson Palace (Private) (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kuroneko</strong> on <strong>13-03-2015, 04:42:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v622/Jagwaar/shazadi12b_zpsbdi1kpro.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Shazadi<br><strong>Race/Culture:</strong> Jinn-Blooded Bedu<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Crimson Palace (con't from The Thirteen Monkeys) <br><strong>Day/Time:</strong> Yaus al-Niwt (Day of Houses), Amt (first month) of Alak Paret (Harvest Season), Late Morning<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Rashid<br><hr><br>“Have you truly suffered so Rashid, waiting for me?”Shazadi asked with a wry smile, as she shifted on the bench to face him, curling up against the bare expanse of his chest. It was if she could feel his eyes on her, caressing her as surely as if he used his hands to sample her curves. More memories rose unbidden at the thought, whetting her appetite. “For that I am deeply sorry. However shall I make it up to you?” <br><br>She leaned into his touch as Rashid reached out to draw his fingers across her cheek, his callused fingertips a sharp contrast to the softness of her skin as they slid over the gentle contours of her cheek and further, slipping into the soft tangle of her hair to draw her to him. <br><br>“One’s thirst grows in the desert,” Shaza murmured, long, thick lashes heavy over her copper eyes just before their lips touched. “You should slake it in me, and drink your fill.” Pressing her lips to his, soft and full, she leaned over Rashid’s lap, setting her arm over his thighs to rest on the tile of the bench as she opened her mouth, gently using the tip of her tongue to lap at his lips and tease them open, slipping her tongue past them to deepen the kiss as she molded her body to his, stretching languidly out over his lap.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sha'ib: City of Mazes - The Crimson Palace (Private) (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paladin101</strong> on <strong>13-03-2015, 05:59:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://images2.fanpop.com/images/photos/5700000/Kingdom-Of-Heaven-kingdom-of-heaven-5751717-400-225.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Rashid<br><strong>Race/Culture:</strong>&nbsp; Bedu<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Crimson Palace (continued from The Thirteen Monkeys)<br><strong>Day/Time:</strong> Yaus al-Niwt (Day of Houses), Amt (first month) of Alak Paret (Harvest Season), Late Morning<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Shazadi<br><hr><br>As Shazadi draped herself across his body, her soft, sensuous chest pressed to his, one arm draped across his upper thighs, Rashid gave out a gentle moan of satisfaction into her attentive lips. The hand in her hair drew her closer, his mouth meeting hers as his tongue slid out to wrap around hers in its own sensuous dance. His eyes closed as he just savored the silken feel of her pressed against him. But he wanted to touch her flesh. <br><br>The hand in her hair slid down, caressing her body as it moved, until it was able to find the opening at the side of her towel, at her waistline where he could slide it in past that barrier, to smoothly tickle his fingers across the perfect flesh of her back. His fingertips began tapping and swirling their own little dance up Shazadi's spine. He could feel his body responding to the touch of this desirable, beautiful woman draped over him, and knew it would not be long until anyone glancing their way would notice his arousal tenting his towel, in a quite obvious manner. But he didn't care, right now his mind was enraptured with the taste of coffee, spices, and woman that was upon Shazadi's tongue, and the feel of her soft body pressed tight to his own. This was one of those moments, you just don't want to end. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sha'ib: City of Mazes - The Crimson Palace (Private) (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kuroneko</strong> on <strong>13-03-2015, 06:57:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v622/Jagwaar/shazadi12b_zpsbdi1kpro.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Shazadi<br><strong>Race/Culture:</strong> Jinn-Blooded Bedu<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Crimson Palace (con't from The Thirteen Monkeys) <br><strong>Day/Time:</strong> Yaus al-Niwt (Day of Houses), Amt (first month) of Alak Paret (Harvest Season), Late Morning<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Rashid<br><hr><br>Inhaling deeply through her nose, Shaza slid closer to Rashid, pressing her body against him as she let herself be swept away by his kiss, soft and sensual, flavored by the piquant coffee they had shared, the sweet flavor of the dates, and the unique taste of the man himself, at once masculine and familiar, but no less exotic and desirable for her having sampled it before. As his hand slid down her shoulder, she leaned into him, letting out a soft, sultry sound against his clever mouth as his hand slipped beneath the thin fabric that separated them, to find her skin. <br><br>The soft linen fell back as Rashid’s hand moved around her waist to her back, baring one shapely leg and the ink that covered it to the eyes of the other patrons; but Shazida was too entranced with the subtle tattoo his fingertips beat out against the small of her back to heed whether they paid either of them any attention. Instead, she looped one midnight - accented arm around his neck to pull him close, pulling him with her as she leaned back into the hand that stroked her skin, letting him take her weight as she lounged across his thighs with the silken strands of her hair draped over his arm and the tile. <br><br>“I’d almost forgotten your kiss,” Shaza whispered in a husky voice against Rashid’s lips, brushing them with her own with every syllable. She grinned, shifting sinuously on his lap.&nbsp; “Almost. How long has it been, habibi?”&nbsp; &nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sha'ib: City of Mazes - The Crimson Palace (Private) (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paladin101</strong> on <strong>13-03-2015, 07:25:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://images2.fanpop.com/images/photos/5700000/Kingdom-Of-Heaven-kingdom-of-heaven-5751717-400-225.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Rashid<br><strong>Race/Culture:</strong>&nbsp; Bedu<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Crimson Palace (continued from The Thirteen Monkeys)<br><strong>Day/Time:</strong> Yaus al-Niwt (Day of Houses), Amt (first month) of Alak Paret (Harvest Season), Late Morning<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Shazadi<br><hr><br>As the sensuous woman in his lap twined one arm around his neck, he smiled against her lips while she pulled him upright, now leaning over her as she rested her silken body across his thighs, he moaned into their kiss as he felt her gyrate her hips against his manhood, and could feel it throbbing in reply. The feel of her lips tapping against his as she spoke, their tongues just missing one another, her voice husky with desire, it all served to ramp up Rashid's desire for this woman. The hand upon her back smoothed out, his hand sliding covetously down her back, until his fingers were laying across her hip, his palm just inches from the top of her sex, his hand gripping her in a possessive manner as his other hand rose up to thread through her hair, her weight now held at both her hip and neck as he held her body tight against him. <br><br>"I hadn't forgotten yours Shazadi. Memories of my nights with you have been a cooling balm of pleasure to be summoned forth in times of trouble, a soothing remembrance that helps to calm the mind and remind me of the things worth living for." He whispered, his lips dancing with hers, occasionally his teeth nipping at her lips lightly as he smiled into the dance of teasing lips and tongue. "Three years I think, an eternity, and far too long." <br><br>As he finished speaking with a low and playful growl the hand in her hair gently tilted her head back, while his lips descended to gently caress her sweat slicked neck, his tongue darting out to taste her flesh before his teeth nipped at her gently. He buried his face in her neck, and exhaled gustily before easing his grip on her hair, and returning his lips to hers for another gentle, needy kiss. <br><br>"I am hoping I won't have to wait three years until I see you again after this night Shazadi, your friendship is as dear to me as the winds of the desert." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sha'ib: City of Mazes - The Crimson Palace (Private) (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kuroneko</strong> on <strong>15-03-2015, 00:13:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v622/Jagwaar/shazadi12b_zpsbdi1kpro.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Shazadi<br><strong>Race/Culture:</strong> Jinn-Blooded Bedu<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Crimson Palace (con't from The Thirteen Monkeys) <br><strong>Day/Time:</strong> Yaus al-Niwt (Day of Houses), Amt (first month) of Alak Paret (Harvest Season), Late Morning<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Rashid<br><hr><br>As his hand slid down her back, the muscles rippled under Rashid’s touch, making Shaza shift her hips against him, pressing into his thighs, and shiver despite the warmth of the room. His hands, however, were warmer, and carried with them a sense of enthusiasm as well as impatience along with the promise of pleasures to come. But she knew that he enjoyed all the steps that made up the pattern of this, the oldest of dances, and reveled in savoring each and every beat despite his growing appetite.&nbsp; <br><br>As he gently pulled her hair back, Shazadi let out a low, rumbling sigh. “And you say you’re not a poet. I beg to disagree,” she whispered, as his lips skated across the curve of her neck. “In more ways than one.” Her lips pulled back in a smile. “Three years? <em>Far</em> too long.&nbsp; And I was only teasing, <em>habibi</em>.”Her words trailed off into a sharp his as his teeth grazed her flesh. “I could never forget your kiss.”&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>She met Rashid’s kiss with need as well, letting her hand slide around his neck to gently cup his face in her palm. “That is my wish too,” Shazadi said, resting her forehead against his. Lifting her knee, she pressed lightly it against his arm, embracing him with her entire body, just as he held her. “But, that is up to the will of the Gods. For now, be grateful we’re together among this sea of stone tents and let’s simply enjoy one another.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sha'ib: City of Mazes - The Crimson Palace (Private) (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paladin101</strong> on <strong>15-03-2015, 06:00:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://images2.fanpop.com/images/photos/5700000/Kingdom-Of-Heaven-kingdom-of-heaven-5751717-400-225.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Rashid<br><strong>Race/Culture:</strong>&nbsp; Bedu<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Crimson Palace (continued from The Thirteen Monkeys)<br><strong>Day/Time:</strong> Yaus al-Niwt (Day of Houses), Amt (first month) of Alak Paret (Harvest Season), Late Morning<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Shazadi<br><hr><br>As he felt her curl her body around his, he smiled into their embrace, the hand upon her thigh giving a firm squeeze as he enjoyed the feel of her silken flesh so close to his. The taunting tease of just having these flimsy towels seperating their eyes and bodies from feasting upon one another was deliciously intoxicating. The hand in her hair eased down to her neck, his fingers dancing lightly upon her flesh in a gentle, one handed massage as he let his mouth and Shazadi's play their interesting game of tag and keep away. Smiling with a low growl when he caught her lower lip between his teeth, he kissed her and then rested his cheek against hers, just inhaling the aroma and presence of this vital, exotic woman. <br><br>"Yes, I believe you are right. I shall treat my time with you as I would an oasis in the desert, giving worship for it's bounty and relishing every moment I can spare to languish in its presence." He whispered with a grin as he soaked in the feel of her body pressed so close to his own. The room was steamy, and filled with heat and the smells of spices they had tossed on the coals to add a scent other than that of sweating people to the room. But the only smell that Rashid could smell was that of the woman he held in his lap, the steam that played over their bodies and the glistening trail of sweat that slid down his back was a concern her payed no heed to. He didn't much care that the presence of Shazadi in his lap increased the heat, that was what he wanted. He wanted to get hotter, and hotter, until the fire of his lover consumed him with overpowering need. But for now, he was enjoying the slow, simmering burn of desire that their petting and banter was building, as coal by coal the fires of desire were built up within him. And he was doing his part to stoke her flames, with tender kisses, the hand massaging her neck , and his other sliding on her hip, until his thumb was able to idly trail around the flesh of her belly, tracing designs in the smooth flesh just above her sex, sight of his hands actions hidden by her curled body and the drape of her towel. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sha'ib: City of Mazes - The Crimson Palace (Private) (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kuroneko</strong> on <strong>15-03-2015, 07:06:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v622/Jagwaar/shazadi12b_zpsbdi1kpro.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Shazadi<br><strong>Race/Culture:</strong> Jinn-Blooded Bedu<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Crimson Palace (con't from The Thirteen Monkeys) <br><strong>Day/Time:</strong> Yaus al-Niwt (Day of Houses), Amt (first month) of Alak Paret (Harvest Season), Late Morning<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Rashid<br><hr><br>There was so much to admire and appreciate about this intriguing man. While it was true that he was no imposing hulk of a warrior, Shazadi could feel the strength in his arms as the wound around her as well as the power in his carefully trained and honed physique. There was grace as well as strength in his body; mastery as well as technique. She had been fortunate enough to see his Dance and to be the recipient of his magnificent skill and control. It was a blessing to have found him at the coffeehouse. <br><br>“One may tarry at an oasis for as long as one desires,” Shazadi whispered, staring up into his eyes as his thumb slowly moved across her belly, close enough to her center to make her press her toes against the tile. “Should not an oasis be enjoyed, to its fullest extent?” Glancing down, she let her fingers trail slowly down the bare skin of his arm, only to lift her eyes, smoldering brazenly when they reached his hand. As her lips parted, she took hold of his hand and guided it lower, urging his fingers to slip between her folds to find the hot, slippery flesh waiting there just as a young woman dressed in a flimsy shift approached with a tray of glasses. <br><br>“Would you care for some refreshment?” she asked them both.<br><br>“I would be delighted,” Shaza replied, reaching out with her other hand to retrieve a glass of juice from the tray.<br><br>“And sir?” the girl asked, looking to Rashid.<br><br>“We’ll share,” Shazadi replied, sipping the beverage.<br><br>Nodding, the girl moved on to the next patron, while Shazadi continued to sample the cool drink, and to press Rashid’s fingers back and forth against the slick flesh between her legs.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Sha'ib: City of Mazes - The Crimson Palace (Private) (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paladin101</strong> on <strong>15-03-2015, 17:36:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://images2.fanpop.com/images/photos/5700000/Kingdom-Of-Heaven-kingdom-of-heaven-5751717-400-225.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Rashid<br><strong>Race/Culture:</strong>&nbsp; Bedu<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Crimson Palace (continued from The Thirteen Monkeys)<br><strong>Day/Time:</strong> Yaus al-Niwt (Day of Houses), Amt (first month) of Alak Paret (Harvest Season), Late Morning<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Shazadi<br><hr><br>As her hand guided his down to her hidden treasure, he smiled. When her eyes lifted and locked their heated, sultry gaze upon his, he slid his fingers inside of her and released a low possessive growl deep in his throat. Upuaut this woman could tempt a stone to desire her! Her eyes heated his blood to boiling, and had his manhood throbbing as it lay trapped between them under the towel. As he slid his fingers past the petals of her flower, an attendant walked up, bearing refreshments. He barely looked at her, but was impressed at how calm Shazadi could keep her voice while his fingers slid inside of her. When she turned back towards him sipping her glass of juice while her other hand coaxed his fingers on in their play, he smiled. <br><br>"Yes Shazadi,&nbsp; I think we can share many things." He rumbled as he worked his hand between her thighs, his thumb lifting to graze upon her clit randomly as he slid a second finger inside her moist treasure, his eyes locked upon hers as he gauged her reactions to what his fingers did in their play, and hoping to watch her body react with pleasure to his ministrations. <br><br>"I think I shall enjoy this oasis...all..the..way." He murmured, his pauses punctuated with his leaning down to plant a kiss upon her neck, and his fingers curling in search of her pleasure spot within her. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sha'ib: City of Mazes - The Crimson Palace (Private) (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kuroneko</strong> on <strong>15-03-2015, 22:32:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v622/Jagwaar/shazadi12b_zpsbdi1kpro.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Shazadi<br><strong>Race/Culture:</strong> Jinn-Blooded Bedu<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Crimson Palace (con't from The Thirteen Monkeys) <br><strong>Day/Time:</strong> Yaus al-Niwt (Day of Houses), Amt (first month) of Alak Paret (Harvest Season), Late Morning<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Rashid<br><hr><br>“I’m <em>counting</em> on it,” Shaza purred, tongue darting out to catch the droplets of juice that clung to her lower lip as she pulled the glass away. She needed no gift of Sight to know the effect her efforts were having on Rashid, and as his fingers slipped inside her at her behest, she hoped he could see what effect he had on her. Her eyes burned like coals beneath thick lashes, hanging low and rimmed with kohl, pupils wide with desire as she exhaled a low, heated breath as his thumb brushed over her swollen clit. Her lips parted in a sigh as a second finger joined the first, and her hips lifted towards Rashid’s hand as her own slipped away, now that his knew the way. <br><br>“As you <em>should</em>,” Shazadi murmured, letting her head fall back against Rashid’s muscular arm and the hand holding the glass to sink to the tile beside them both, stretching out her neck to give him more skin to reach with his lips and tongue. Her mouth fell open as well, eyes growing heavy as she squirmed in his lap, shifting to allow him better purchase as he pressed his fingers against her sensitive flesh. <br><br>“…a-<em>ahhhh</em>.”Licking her lips, Shazadi released the glass in order to wrap her arm around Rashid’s waist, sliding her fingers under the edge of the towel wound around him to press them into the firm muscles of his ass. “…<em>yesssss</em>…” she cooed, arching her back and lifting her breasts into his chest, nipples hard beneath the thin fabric.&nbsp; “<em>That’</em>s it, habibi …” Capturing her lower lip between her teeth, smiling wickedly, she began to gently rock her hips in time with the movements of Rashid’s fingers, entirely unconcerned by any looks they may have been receiving from the other patrons.&nbsp; <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Sha'ib: City of Mazes - The Crimson Palace (Private) (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paladin101</strong> on <strong>15-03-2015, 23:29:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://images2.fanpop.com/images/photos/5700000/Kingdom-Of-Heaven-kingdom-of-heaven-5751717-400-225.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Rashid<br><strong>Race/Culture:</strong>&nbsp; Bedu<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Crimson Palace (continued from The Thirteen Monkeys)<br><strong>Day/Time:</strong> Yaus al-Niwt (Day of Houses), Amt (first month) of Alak Paret (Harvest Season), Late Morning<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Shazadi<br><hr><br>As her head tilted back, exposing the smooth length of her neck, his lips descended upon it like a voracious beast. As her hips tilted and squirmed in his lap he moaned into her flesh, the pressure of her smooth flesh pressed against his manhood sending sparks of pleasure along his spine. Add that to the feel of her hand slipping under the towel to grip his ass, and he was feeling quite inspired. His lips and tongue feasted upon the salty flesh of her neck, lapping up fresh beads of sweat and feeling the pulse in her throat under his attentions. <br><br>"I never got my drink, you said you'd share. And my hands...are quite busy, unless you want me to stop." He whispered as he lifted his lips to her ear, nibbling and sucking on the lobe of her ear, his breath hot on her cheek as his lips descended to claim hers, tasting the sweet refreshment of the juice still lingering upon her tongue. He worked his fingers inside her, his thumb starting to stroke her swollen bud with a regular rhythm, his fingers thrusting and curling inside of her, adding a third as he moved his thrust, working in tandem with the thrusts of her own hips. He loved the empowering knowledge of seeing the pleasure he was bringing her, of pleasuring this goddess of a woman in front of a room full of other people, and he really couldn't care less. <br><br>He pulled back from the kiss, relishing the feel of this woman who had wrapped herself around him, her hips thrusting wantonly, her hand gripping his ass in appreciation of his body, his eyes locked onto hers, watching the pleasure he gave her building up, and up. <br><br>"I've never been to these baths Shazadi, you'll have to tell me...when we've had.... enough." He whispered to her, each word punctuated by a curling of his fingers inside of her, relishing the feel of masculine power that came with pleasuring a woman this beautiful. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sha'ib: City of Mazes - The Crimson Palace (Private) (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kuroneko</strong> on <strong>16-03-2015, 00:17:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v622/Jagwaar/shazadi12b_zpsbdi1kpro.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Shazadi<br><strong>Race/Culture:</strong> Jinn-Blooded Bedu<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Crimson Palace (con't from The Thirteen Monkeys) <br><strong>Day/Time:</strong> Yaus al-Niwt (Day of Houses), Amt (first month) of Alak Paret (Harvest Season), Late Morning<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Rashid<br><hr><br>“You’d <em>better </em>not,” she whispered in a voice like dark amber honey, sweet and decadent, smiling as she tucked her chin against his cheek. “Not … not when I’m so … so <em>close</em> to succumbing to your … <em>nnnnghhh</em>.” The feel of his lips and teeth on her ear nearly had her writhing on his fingers, imagining all the other things he could do with them. “If you do, I’ll only repay you in kind later – and with interest.” <br><br>At the mention of sharing their drink, she could only smile. “How t-thoughtless of me,” Shazadi stuttered, rapidly approaching the point where anything beyond moans and monosyllables would be possible. As he took the kiss he wanted, adding yet another finger to his delicious ministrations, she moaned against his lips as her tongue slipped between them, inhaling sharply through her nose as it sought his out to tangle with it and stroke the sensitive nerves on the roof of his mouth. She teased him as his fingers rubbed the pearl between her legs, every press of his fingers adding to the pressure that was building there, threatening to explode. <br><br>“N-nothing is … forbidden, here,” she panted, pleading with her eyes for Rashid to continue. Though it was plain in the look on his face that he was relishing the power he had over her in this moment, the way he had taken control of her pleasure to play her body the way a musician coaxed a fine song from their instrument. And like a performer the presence of an audience only seemed to arouse him further, as it did her. All Shazadi wanted in this moment was for him to push her past her limits, to make her climax in front of all these people. <br><br>Lifting her head Shaza pressed her lips to his ear, tracing the edge with her tongue before capturing the lobe between her teeth. “<em>I</em> haven’t had enough Rashid, not by far. Have <em>you</em>?” she hissed against his ear. “I won’t have enough until you coax a sweet, <em>furious</em> release from my body. I <em>ache </em>for it. So, impale me with your fingers until I scream out into your mouth, before I <em>die</em> of need.” <br><br>Turning his head, Shazadi seized his mouth in a steamy kiss as her fingers dug into his ass, lifting her hips towards his fingers in an attempt to drive them deeper.&nbsp; <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Sha'ib: City of Mazes - The Crimson Palace (Private) (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paladin101</strong> on <strong>16-03-2015, 03:01:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://images2.fanpop.com/images/photos/5700000/Kingdom-Of-Heaven-kingdom-of-heaven-5751717-400-225.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Rashid<br><strong>Race/Culture:</strong>&nbsp; Bedu<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Crimson Palace (continued from The Thirteen Monkeys)<br><strong>Day/Time:</strong> Yaus al-Niwt (Day of Houses), Amt (first month) of Alak Paret (Harvest Season), Late Morning<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Shazadi<br><hr><br><br>"Oh, but what would people think if you found your release so publicly. I'd hate for you to tire out too early." He murmured in reply to her threat. "Well, since I am hoping to find you holding my pleasure in your hands, I think I'll be merciful." With a look of mischief in his eye and a lusty chuckle he began to speed up the workings of his fingers. <br><br>When he felt the wet heat of her mouth closing over his ear lobe and her teeth nipping down upon it, a groan of pleasure slipped from his lips. When she gave him her command, he looked at her with eyes driven hot with need. <br><br>"As you command my queen of beauty. Come for me Shazadi, give me your pleasure." He whispered before her lips claimed his, and her fingers dug hard into his ass. The needy, desperate hunger in her kiss and the hungry grasp of her fingers drove him to new heights, made him feel sexual and hungry as this woman of unparalleled beauty was demanding he give her the pleasure she so desperately required. So his thumb rolled over her clit more firmly, his fingers delving harder, faster, as deep as he could. Her moisture coating his fingers and easing his efforts to drive her over that climax. Wishing he was able to use his manhood instead to drive her over the end. As their lips and tongues battled, sharing the wet heat of their desire he could taste the juice, spices, and distinct flavor of Shazadi. Their breath mingled, their bodies and souls becoming one as he drove her harder, faster to what she needed, to push her past that first plateau of pleasure she was racing towards, an appetizer for the events yet to come. <br><br>"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Sha'ib: City of Mazes - The Crimson Palace (Private) (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kuroneko</strong> on <strong>16-03-2015, 08:06:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v622/Jagwaar/shazadi12b_zpsbdi1kpro.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Shazadi<br><strong>Race/Culture:</strong> Jinn-Blooded Bedu<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Crimson Palace (con't from The Thirteen Monkeys) <br><strong>Day/Time:</strong> Yaus al-Niwt (Day of Houses), Amt (first month) of Alak Paret (Harvest Season), Late Morning<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Rashid<br><hr><br>“I don’t care what anyone else thinks,” Shazadi panted, a note of desperation in her voice. “Let them stare, and think what they want – and wish it was their arms around me, <em>their </em>hand between my legs, driving me <em>mad</em>. Let them seethe with envy as I <em>burn</em> for you.” Pausing, her grin sharpened. “And, when have you ever known me to tire out too early?” <br><br>It was only when Rashid finally ceased his teasing and gave in to her pleas, issuing one final command of his own before she stole his voice away with her kiss that Shaza finally relinquished all control over to him. Unable to hold back the response of her body under his skillful; fingers, she gave up all pretense of withholding anything from him, and simply let go, letting her belly undulate with every stroke of his fingers. Her toes curled against the tile, knees drawing up against Rashid as he worked her relentlessly, feeling pressure building between her legs like the whirling sands in a storm. She groaned against his mouth, kissing him as fiercely as the desert wind or a cat in heat, each breath shared between them. <br><br>Somewhere deep inside her being, Shazadi felt the Goddess’ approval. Tamarni looked down on the two of them and their lusty enjoyment of each other and smiled. And as Rashid’s fingers curled and clutched at her sex, pressing against the most sensitive parts of her body and his thumb ceaselessly teased her clit, she felt the tide of pleasure within her body crash over some internal wall, spilling over and sending a cascade of sensation up into her belly and down her thighs as her muscles clamped down on Rashid’s fingers, spasming rhythmically as she cried out against his mouth. Her fingers somehow found the muscles of his arm, pressing hard enough to leave their impressions as she rode along one wave of pleasure after another, teeth grazing along the surface of his tongue to capture his lower lip, drawing it out as she shuddered in his arms, lost to anything else in that moment but what he had given her. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sha'ib: City of Mazes - The Crimson Palace (Private) (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MdG</strong> on <strong>16-03-2015, 18:03:29</strong>
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				&nbsp;<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/da/89/f7/da89f76a45d16c8fe97c67469dcedb6a.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Taytu<br><strong>Race/Culture:</strong> Nafasi<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Crimson Palace<br><strong>Day/Time:</strong> Yaus al-Niwt (Day of Houses), Amt (first month) of Alak Paret (Harvest Season), Late Afternoon<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Ajda<br><hr><br>She'd wandered in with that languid, and ever so slightly arrogant gait of hers. A leopardess on the prowl, fastidious and dangerously sensual. The attendants knew her, but kept a safe distance, fascinated, and fearful of her ifrit taint. Bathing at the Crimson Palace was a ritual she had been happy to adopt since her arrival in Sha'ib. It didn't have the bracing immediacy of plunging into free-flowing water, but it was a pleasing distraction after a long run. There, in the wafting layers of steam where the late afternoon light lazed over the windowpanes and through the clerestory, she could wash off the sweat, the dirt, the scent of the city. Spice, stone, mud, the cellared scent from down in the Mazes. The jasmine perfume of the girl from the night before – it had clung to her fingers, clung to her lips.<br>&nbsp;<br>She'd sweltered in the hot rooms and seen the lazy lick of steam moisten the marbled walls and now she drew water from the burbling cold fountain into a brass-ringed bucket and rinsed away the day's troubles. <br><br>Even standing on the slicked tiles of the bathing chamber, she had no need for clogs to hold her footing, nor did she drape her body with a cotton pestemal. She had accepted the Shaibite ritual, but made it her own. The Crimson Palace was like the wallows of the Great Veldt, her place of rest. Her lean-muscled body shimmering with cold water, droplets tearing on her deep-tanned skin, she sauntered down the vaulted corridor leading to the wide relaxation rooms. Sound of skilled hands kneading tight muscles. A few patrons, their modesty now wreathed in bright-coloured cotton, stole a glimpse of her and observed from afar, demurring each time she challenged their gaze. They had eyes on her - the rolling power of her thighs, the wiry flex of her biceps.<br><br>But she wasn't here for them. Admirers were a double edged sword, for she knew how readily humans mingled admiration and fear, hatred and desire. But humans had their uses, especially when their hands were gifted like Ajda's. And after a long day scaling walls and vaulting over porticoes, she felt her weary limbs deserved some relief.<br><br>So she made her way to the massage alcoves, where unguents were mixed in tall, painted earthenware jars. The steam wafted from the hot rooms, leaving a lingering haze in the air. Her keen eyes could see through it. <br><br>“Ajda,” she called, the unfamiliar sound on her lips tinged with the taut rhythm of her native tongue, “this roof-dancer seeks your soothing touch.” She chuckled, lips still tingling from the ten-day old palm wine she had drunk swiftly in a shady market stall. Now that she had paid for her bath, the last of her coin was gone. Hopefully Ajda had work, or at least a lead. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Sha'ib: City of Mazes - The Crimson Palace (Private) (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paladin101</strong> on <strong>16-03-2015, 18:13:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://images2.fanpop.com/images/photos/5700000/Kingdom-Of-Heaven-kingdom-of-heaven-5751717-400-225.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Rashid<br><strong>Race/Culture:</strong>&nbsp; Bedu<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Crimson Palace (continued from The Thirteen Monkeys)<br><strong>Day/Time:</strong> Yaus al-Niwt (Day of Houses), Amt (first month) of Alak Paret (Harvest Season), Late Morning<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Shazadi<br><hr><br><br>The kiss reminded him of a sandstorm on a day hot enough to turn sand to glass. Her mouth attacked his with a frenzy of need, sweeping him up in her passions and buffeting him licks and bites of desire. As their tongues and lips were locked in this dance of pleasure, the hand on the back of her neck slid up into her hair, cupping the back of her head and holding her body tight against him. Her soft breasts were pressed tight to his chest, her diamond hard nipples could be felt through the thin fabric of the towel pressing into his chest. Every breath brought him the scent, the aroma of Shazadi and her desire. He could smell her need and her lust, and it had him moaning passionately into her mouth. His hand between her legs worked at a steady, skillful pace. He wasn't going to spoil it at the end, he wasn't some young buck who thought he had to change his pace or suddenly alter his approach. What he was doing was obviously achieving his goal, so he kept doing it.<br><br>When he felt her legs start to spasm around his arm and against his side, he knew it was approaching. He wished he could see her body fluttering in response to his touch, but their kiss had completely enthralled him. So he could not see th way her hips bucked and writhed against his hand, how the muscles in her legs twitched and clenched, but he certainly felt when the walls of her hot sex clamped down around his fingers, and began to compress and massage against them as though they were trying to milk his fingers. As a gush of hot moisture flooded around his fingers, he knew he had achieved his goal, but more than that, the way her hand reached out and clenched his arm, and her scream of pleasure. His cock gave a spasming lurch between them, the eroticism of the moment increasing his own desire, and the fact that her scream, while muffled by his mouth, was still bound to draw attention to what they were doing excited him. He continued his ministrations of her body, until her shuddering stopped, then he slowly stopped his attentions between her thighs, and drew his fingers out of her pussy. He smiled against her lips as she slowly broke their kiss, her teeth capturing and pulling on his lower lip. When she finally released him he drew his head back just far enough to absorb the beauty of her post orgasm body, and the look of sweaty satisfaction that painted her face. <br><br>"Mmmm, You truly do make pleasure an art don't you Shazadi." He whispered as he drew her body against his chest, resting her cheek against his shoulder while he tenderly kissed at her neck and shoulder. There were few things as satisfying as giving a woman who lived for pleasure, an orgasm strong enough to make her cry out her pleasure for her goddess to hear. As he held her tenderly, he drew up the hand that had been between her legs and licked some of her sweet essence from his fingers. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sha'ib: City of Mazes - The Crimson Palace (Private) (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kuroneko</strong> on <strong>17-03-2015, 08:36:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v622/Jagwaar/shazadi12b_zpsbdi1kpro.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Shazadi<br><strong>Race/Culture:</strong> Jinn-Blooded Bedu<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Crimson Palace (con't from The Thirteen Monkeys) <br><strong>Day/Time:</strong> Yaus al-Niwt (Day of Houses), Amt (first month) of Alak Paret (Harvest Season), Late Morning<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Rashid<br><hr><br>If any eyes had strayed to watch them or sidelong glances had been cast in their direction as body took its release from Rashid’s sensual gift, Shazadi was blissfully unaware. For her, there was only the man and the pleasure he gave to her. Indeed, there were looks cast their direction, but as several of the other patrons were engaged in their own dalliances with companions, employees of slaves or the House, they had little cause to be shocked by the couple’s behavior. The rest simply watched with a touch of envy or wistful longing, hands perhaps dipping below their own towels to slide over sweaty flesh in lusty admiration. <br><br>Momentarily overcome by the intensity of her climax, muscles still trembling and weak, Shazadi offered nothing but a contented sigh as Rashid pulled her to his chest, curling up against him and laying her cheek on his broad shoulder with the damp strands of his fragrant hair tickling her face. “Pleasure is the cool shadow of the morning, the heat of the midday sun, and the powerful storm of the evening,” she replied, as a lazy, sated smile spread over her face. “It is the Divine spice in life.” Reaching out with her hand, she took Rashid by the wrist and brought his fingers to her lips, drawing her tongue along their slippery length from base to tip before sucking them into her mouth. Lifting her eyes to his face, she wrapped her tongue around them, letting his fingers slip out and nipping the very tips between her teeth before letting them go. Releasing his hand, she took his face in her hand and pulled him down for another kiss, opening her mouth to let him taste her flavor on her tongue and lips. <br><br>“But, I have been selfish,” Shazadi confessed, once she pulled her lips away from his. “I’ve taken my pleasure from you and given none in return, and left you in a most … uncomfortable state.” Her eyes dropped pointedly between them as she pressed her ass into his lap, grinding slowly against his swollen cock. “Perhaps, we should adjourn to the bathing rooms, where there is a little more privacy, so I can better attend to <em>your</em> needs?” she suggested.&nbsp; “That is, if you can even walk with such a <em>large</em> burden between your legs.”&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sha'ib: City of Mazes - The Crimson Palace (Private) (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paladin101</strong> on <strong>17-03-2015, 17:44:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://images2.fanpop.com/images/photos/5700000/Kingdom-Of-Heaven-kingdom-of-heaven-5751717-400-225.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Rashid<br><strong>Race/Culture:</strong>&nbsp; Bedu<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Crimson Palace (continued from The Thirteen Monkeys)<br><strong>Day/Time:</strong> Yaus al-Niwt (Day of Houses), Amt (first month) of Alak Paret (Harvest Season), Late Morning<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Shazadi<br><hr><br>"Hmm. The spices you add to my life lift a dull and dolorous meal to a feast fit for the gods." He replied, his eyes watching hers as she gripped his hand. With the first lick of her tongue against his fingers though his eyes closed in pleasure, and when her mouth enclosed his fingers and suckled upon them, all he could think of was something else she could suckle upon. A shiver ran up his spine as her scraped every trace of her essence from his fingers, and when her teeth nipped the tips of his fingers a light moan of pleasure escaped his lips. Opening his eyes he stared at her with eyes blazing hot with his desire for her. So when her hand cupped his cheek and pulled him down for a kiss, he feasted upon her lips. His tongue sliding between her perfect teeth, sliding against her tongue in a ballet of desire to scrape the taste of her from her mouth, sharing in the feast he had harvested from between her thighs. When she broke the kiss he was breathing more heavily, his need for her growing with every teasing moment. <br><br>When her delicious ass ground down upon his cock, his head tilted backwards and a moan escaped his lips, his manhood harder than it had ever been and the feel of her ass grinding down upon it sent chills of pleasure shooting up his body. Rashid brought his free hand down to cup under her legs, and carefully lifted her up, and set her on her feet. His desire couldn't be hidden now as his manhood tented the front of his towel to a ridiculous proportion, he laid one hand upon the top of the towel to make certain it didn't slide off his body. He brought one hand up to cup Shazadi's cheek as he leaned down for another kiss. <br><br>"Mmm, I don't think you have been selfish. To make a creature of sublime beauty reach that perfect crescendo of pleasure is an erotic experience I savor. But I won't turn down some help with my needs. I can walk with my burden, but will you be able to walk after you take care of it?" He teased her as one he gripped her hips and pulled her body tight to his, causing his erection to grind against her towel shrouded belly while he stole another taste of her sex from her lips. He drew his lips back from hers, and waited for her to lead the way. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sha'ib: City of Mazes - The Crimson Palace (Private) (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kuroneko</strong> on <strong>19-03-2015, 07:55:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v622/Jagwaar/shazadi12b_zpsbdi1kpro.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Shazadi<br><strong>Race/Culture:</strong> Jinn-Blooded Bedu<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Crimson Palace (con't from The Thirteen Monkeys) <br><strong>Day/Time:</strong> Yaus al-Niwt (Day of Houses), Amt (first month) of Alak Paret (Harvest Season), Late Morning<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Rashid<br><hr><br>The tide had turned, and though still basking in the afterglow of her release, Shazadi was enjoying the subtle shift of control between them. The delicate change was heralded when Rashid closed his eyes as her lips wrapped around bus fingers, by the tiny shiver she could feel vibrate through his chest and soft hungry moan that escaped his lips as she nibbled on his fingers. He returned her kiss with hunger, enough to suggest that his appetite had been sufficiently whetted, and would not suffer his gentlemanly patience for much longer. The pace and timbre of his breathing when she reluctantly pulled her lips away only served to confirm how much he wanted her. <br><br>When she deliberately fanned that desire, Shazadi couldn’t have been more pleased with Rashid’s reaction. The mix of arousal and frustration in the sound that rumbled past his lips as he tilted his head back was a sweet and incredibly intoxicating music to her ears. He had been the conduit for her pleasure and now she would return the favor, being the vehicle for exquisite sensation and ecstasy. Knowing that he spent so much time alone in the desert only served to enhance her desire to please him, so when Rashid gently picked up and stood, settling her feet on the floor to pull her close, she was more than ready to leave the warmth of the room behind in search of a bit more privacy. <br><br>“Let’s find out,” Shaza suggested with wry smile, taking Rashid by the hand. Turning, she began to lead him out of the relaxation room, body close to his so that the sway of her hips could serve to both distract him and hide the evidence of his arousal as they left the room. The dryer, relatively cooler air outside it assaulted them as they stepped out into the hall, walking its length to one of the bathing alcoves, stopping when an attendant directed them to an empty one large enough for two. There a fountain of cool water bubbled into a tiled basin at one end with buckets for them to pour water over their bodies, which would run out a drain in the tiled floor, and two wide, slatted wooden benches where they might sit while scrubbing their bodies and hair with the provide soap and brushes. <br><br>The attendants asked if they required assistance, but Shazadi waved them away, insisting that she could take of washing her companion and he, her. Ushering them out, she drew the curtains at the front of the alcove and then moved to fill a bucket from the basin before turning to Rashid. <br><br>“So, should I wash you first, or get you more sweaty?” she asked.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sha'ib: City of Mazes - The Crimson Palace (Private) (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paladin101</strong> on <strong>19-03-2015, 17:45:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://images2.fanpop.com/images/photos/5700000/Kingdom-Of-Heaven-kingdom-of-heaven-5751717-400-225.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Rashid<br><strong>Race/Culture:</strong>&nbsp; Bedu<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Crimson Palace (continued from The Thirteen Monkeys)<br><strong>Day/Time:</strong> Yaus al-Niwt (Day of Houses), Amt (first month) of Alak Paret (Harvest Season), Late Morning<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Shazadi<br><hr><br>As Shazadi turned and taking his hand, lead him from the room, his body was quivering with pent up sexual need. He had not been lieing when he said he found pleasure in giving Shazadi her orgasm, but the eroticism of seeing that beautiful temptress writhing in pleasure upon his lap, combined with her teasing touches, had his body forcefully demanding its own pleasure. His manhood was throbbing as it stuck straight out, his towel tented to a point that even Shazadi couldn't fully hide it from view. Not that he noticed her attempts. His eyes were locked on her swaying, undulating hips as they walked, barely resisting the urge to rip off her towel and have her right there! <br><br>When they reached the wash room, he barely noticed the attendant, waving them off in agreement with Shazadi though his hungry eyes never left her body. Like a lion stalking a gazelle, he was watching for the opening to consume her. Seeing her bend to fill a bucket with water was almost too much, the way it stretched the towel taut over her perfect ass, the slit up the side parting to display her tattooed flesh. He couldn't stand the pressure of the towel pressing against him anymore, and with a quick movement had it unwound from his waist and thrown carelessly against the wall. So when she turned to ask him her question, he was standing there, aching with need for her, and that need was in no way concealed. <br><br>"Shazadi." Was all he said as he closed the distance between them, his hands cupping her face as he leaned down to taste her lips once more. One hand slipped down to her waist, and when he broke the kiss, panting with need, he stared into her eyes with a desire so strong it was burning him from inside. "Getting clean would take too long." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sha'ib: City of Mazes - The Crimson Palace (Private) (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kuroneko</strong> on <strong>20-03-2015, 01:49:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v622/Jagwaar/shazadi12b_zpsbdi1kpro.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Shazadi<br><strong>Race/Culture:</strong> Jinn-Blooded Bedu<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Crimson Palace (con't from The Thirteen Monkeys) <br><strong>Day/Time:</strong> Yaus al-Niwt (Day of Houses), Amt (first month) of Alak Paret (Harvest Season), Late Morning<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Rashid<br><hr><br>At the sight of Rashid, standing naked and rampant at the other end of the alcove, muscles carved in eloquent symmetry on his lithe form, standing in perfect relief against his café au lait skin, she sucked in a low, husky breath, pulling her lower lip up over her teeth and capturing it there between them. As he walked towards her, she watched in open admiration. Every muscle rippled in perfect harmony as he moved, honed to perfection by the demanding rigor and practice of his Dance. The bucket slowly slipped from her hand, spilling water over the lip as the bottom struck the floor to wet her feet. As he exhaled her name, his voice wove a spell between them and as he took her face in his hands, she lifted her chin eagerly, more than ready for another kiss. When he spoke again, the intensity of desire in his voice and the fire in his eyes made her knees weak. <br><br>Setting her hands on his shoulders, Shazadi spread her fingers, slowly tracing the contours of Rashid’s muscles with both her eyes and touch, letting her fingertips follow the hard planes of his chest to his stomach, using them guide her exploration further as they traced the line of muscle that cut over his hips and lead to his groin. There her fingers found his cock, engorged and waiting for her touch. Taking his cock in both hands, she stepped closer, pressing her lips to the sweet spot where the muscles of his neck met his shoulder, while her fingers worked back and forth along the length, one thumb swirling over the swollen head while the other hand stole down the shaft to cup and massage his balls. <br><br>“Is there no room for me to fan the flames of your desire further, Rashid?” she murmured, gently nipping his skin while her fingers tightened around his cock before soothing the offended flesh with the tip of her tongue. “Or are you so close to breaking now, that such pleasures must be saved for later?” Opening her mouth, she slowly dragged her tongue up the side of his neck, until she could whisper in his ear. <br><br>“If so, you need only remove the cloth the still separates us,” she said in a voice like silk, “and I am <em>yours</em> for the taking.” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sha'ib: City of Mazes - The Crimson Palace (Private) (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paladin101</strong> on <strong>20-03-2015, 02:27:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://images2.fanpop.com/images/photos/5700000/Kingdom-Of-Heaven-kingdom-of-heaven-5751717-400-225.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Rashid<br><strong>Race/Culture:</strong>&nbsp; Bedu<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Crimson Palace (continued from The Thirteen Monkeys)<br><strong>Day/Time:</strong> Yaus al-Niwt (Day of Houses), Amt (first month) of Alak Paret (Harvest Season), Late Morning<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Shazadi<br><hr><br>The fingers of Shazadi ignited fires of desire as they trailed down his body. He had trained his body to obey his every command, was a creature of perfect balance and harmony, but her fingers were enough to send a deliciously discordant note through his soul. As both her hands wrapped around his cock, his hips jerked forward, his breath inhaled sharply and a low moan of her name left his lips when her own blessed lips planted a hot kiss to the flesh of his neck. Her lips were the first note of the crescendo of this discordant harmony, his body betraying him as shivers of pleasure tingled through his flesh, the hot wave of desire crashing through his body, his cock like a lightning rod, receiving flash after flash of sensuous pleasure as her hands played about his flesh, as her thumb rode along the head of his cock it would become wetted with a drop of pre, his manhood begging for more of the attention it was now blissfully receiving. He tilted his neck to let her lips and tongue have free reign of his flesh, and gave another pleased grunt as her hand grasped and massaged his balls. <br><br><em>“Is there no room for me to fan the flames of your desire further, Rashid? Or are you so close to breaking now, that such pleasures must be saved for later?” </em><br><br>Her sexual taunt enflamed him, as did her tender ministrations. He looked down at her, as one hand reached up and gripped the thin fabric of her towel. With a single tug he ripped it from her body and cast it away. His eyes were fed a feast as they looked down upon her mocha flesh, the whorls and twists of her tattoos drawing the eye here and there, and always to parts of her body that he found very interesting. His hands lifted to grasp her breasts, and his lips and teeth nipped at her ear as he lay his cheek against hers. The soft weight of her breasts filled his hands deliciously, and with a smile he ran his thumbs across her nipples, teasing, playing, exploring. <br><br>"Shazadi, you can fan the flames of my desire higher than any other. But right now, I can't wait any longer." He murmured with a lick to her ear and a delicate squeezing of her breasts. His hands then lowered to her hips, and stepping back, guided her towards one of the benches in the room. But his patience gave out, and both hands slipped around her thighs, and with his cock now pressed hard against her silken belly, the smooth friction against his burning hot member enough to make his close his eyes in bliss, he lifted her up. His lips seized upon hers in a fire of need, and pulling that soft body against his hard, scarred one, he delighted in the feel of her breasts pressed hard to his chest. With the ease of his Dance, he brought himself down to a kneeling position at the head of one of the benches, and gently, as though caring for fine porcelain, he rested Shazadi upon it. He broke their kiss, and with one hand gently pressed to her shoulder, directing her to lay back upon the bench. <br><br>He knelt there, between her thighs, his hardness throbbing and laying near her sex, but for a moment, he just took in the sight of her creamy mocha flesh. He leaned forward, his hands skating up from her thighs, along her hips, until they again filled themselves with her breasts. The tender, pliant flesh a delight as his thumbs teased her nipples once more, his hands worshiping her body as he tried to draw as much pleasure from her as the sight of her gave him. His mouth lowered to plant a kiss and lick in the center of her chest between those orbs, and as he looked up to meet her gaze, he gave a playfully hungry growl. This was what lovemaking was supposed to be. An exploration of one another, a way to find new pleasures, and revisit old ones, even if only for a night. So he approached her body with an equal share of reverence and fierce playfulness, determined to milk every ounce of pleasure he could from his time with this blessed woman. He drew himself back up, and rested his hands upon her hips, letting his eyes feast on the glorious body that was laid out before him. He shifted his hips, letting his iron hard and needy cock press against her wetted sex. But he paused there, his hands clenched upon his hips carefully, but forcefully. <br><br>"Now Shazadi, we will see who breaks first." He growled playfully as he started to ease his hips forward with a slow, steady pressure. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sha'ib: City of Mazes - The Crimson Palace (Private) (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kuroneko</strong> on <strong>23-03-2015, 05:26:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v622/Jagwaar/shazadi12b_zpsbdi1kpro.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Shazadi<br><strong>Race/Culture:</strong> Jinn-Blooded Bedu<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Crimson Palace (con't from The Thirteen Monkeys) <br><strong>Day/Time:</strong> Yaus al-Niwt (Day of Houses), Amt (first month) of Alak Paret (Harvest Season), Late Morning<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Rashid<br><hr><br>There were no other delights in the world as sweet as the way a lover responded to your touch. The sounds they made, sighing out their pleasure as your lips skated over their skin, relishing their feel and flavor. Or how their bodies fluttered and jerked, muscles twitching, hips rocking, cock throbbing in your grip. All this and more was gifted to Shazadi as she let her hands take pleasure of Rashid’s naked form, sampling all that he had to offer. She was immensely pleased – and aroused – to be able to fan his desire and return a small measure of what he so selflessly given her. But being knowledgeable of men and Rashid in particular, she was certain that he was beyond such simple appetizers at this point. Only a small feast would serve his appetites now. <br><br>So, when his hands wrenched the towel from her body, Shaza was not surprised. Instead, she felt a thrill of excitement as Rashid ripped the cloth away and put his hands on her, warm and sure. There was never any hesitation on his part. He was as confident a lover as he was skilled, and he knew her body well. Every touch, each pass of his thumbs was designed to enflame her passions and send heat cascading through her body. Between his caress and the sounds he was making under her lips, her desire for him was growing well beyond her natural ability to maintain the tease and tension between them for as long as possible. So when he announced he could no longer wait, she grinned against his neck and whispered, “Then <em>take</em> me.”<br><br>Shazadi’s grin sharpened as he began to guide her to the nearest bench and it dissolved into soft laughter when Rashid picked up and began to carry her to it instead. His kiss had her heart racing and by the time he set her down reverently and knelt before her it was pounding in her chest in anticipation of what was to come. She let him push her back, reclining on her elbows as his hands roamed over her body, starting at her thighs and sailing up over the flat of her stomach to cup her breasts. Shaza watched with interest as he bent down to place a reverential kiss between them, parting his lips to drag his tongue over her skin before leaning back to begin the first step of their dance together. <br><br>As her began to enter her, cock rock hard and already stretching her wide to accommodate him, Shazadi’s head fell back and she sucked in a sharp gulp of air, hissing between her teeth before her face broke into a smile and she let out a soft, lusty chuckle. “There is no competition between us, habibi. <em>I</em> will break first, of that I have no doubt. For I have neither the desire nor the will to resist the pleasure you will give me,” she said, lifting her feet up onto her toes as she spread her legs wider. “The only real question here, is how many times will you make me come before <em>you</em> do?” Raising her head, she looked up at Rashid as she lifted one long, finely shaped leg and set it against his belly, slowly sliding it up his body as she pressed her toes into the muscles of his chest while the other sought to wrap around his waist and pull him closer. <br><br>“Is this not your duty?” Shazadi asked, foot now at his shoulder, the tip of her tongue running hungrily along the edge of her teeth as she eyed him through heavy lashes. “And when you do, I will milk you <em>dry</em>.”&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sha'ib: City of Mazes - The Crimson Palace (Private) (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paladin101</strong> on <strong>23-03-2015, 05:53:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://images2.fanpop.com/images/photos/5700000/Kingdom-Of-Heaven-kingdom-of-heaven-5751717-400-225.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Rashid<br><strong>Race/Culture:</strong>&nbsp; Bedu<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Crimson Palace (continued from The Thirteen Monkeys)<br><strong>Day/Time:</strong> Yaus al-Niwt (Day of Houses), Amt (first month) of Alak Paret (Harvest Season), Late Morning<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Shazadi<br><hr><br><em>“There is no competition between us, habibi. I will break first, of that I have no doubt. For I have neither the desire nor the will to resist the pleasure you will give me. The only real question here, is how many times will you make me come before you do? Is this not your duty? And when you do, I will milk you dry.”&nbsp; </em><br><br>Her words were more potent than any aphrodisiac. As her one leg wrapped around his waist to pull him deeper into her, he lifted one hand to slide along the slender, toned length of the leg which now rested her foot upon his shoulder. He couldn't believe how quickly she opened her body to him, her thighs spreading to beckon him onwards, her legs wrapping around him to stop him from departing. She was a goddess among mortals, her body a blessing to any man who was fortunate enough to gaze upon it, and here she was sharing it with a man as simple as Rashid. He was determined to gift his friend with as much pleasure as he could in exchange for her gift of pleasure to him. <br><br>"Then let us see how long I can extend your pleasure." He whispered, his eyes burning with need as he slid his manhood deeper inside of her. He tilted his face lower, planting gentle kisses along the side of the foot and ankle that rested upon his chest, his eyes never leaving hers. The hand which rested upon her hip still drifted along the smooth, toned lines of her belly, his hand fanning out to caress her silken flesh. His fingers gracefully traced the whorls and twists of her tattoos, his fingers dancing just above her pubic mound while he slowly, deliberately, tauntingly, sheathed his aching cock inside of her. Each second was torture as he eased himself inside of her, his body was screaming at him to drive himself home now, hard, and fast! But he refused, he barely managed to hold his need in check, determined to extend this as long as he could. So as his hips finally touched hers, he let his eyes close, and his head tilted back, a moan of sheer ecstasy escaping his lips as her velvet vise clamped tight around his cock and massaged it in a desperate demand to keep it inside of her. He held himself there for a few seconds, his fingers continuing their tease of her flesh, his lips still kissing and nibbling along the side of her foot and ankle. <br><br>Then he opened his eyes and stared hard into hers, his hand flattened upon her mound and his thumb sought out her clit with gentle, brushing strokes as he withdrew himself from her with a pace just as deliberately slow. His hand upon her belly stopped her from moving her hips to encourage him to speed up, a smile upon his face as he focused on teasing and pleasuring her body. Once his cock was nearly all the way withdrawn from her, he started. With a firm thrust, he buried himself to the hilt inside of her with a wet slap of their bodies announcing the contact, and he continued with a strong, steady pace. He gazed hard into her eyes, watching her pleasure, intent on seeing that first crescendo overtake her. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sha'ib: City of Mazes - The Crimson Palace (Private) (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kuroneko</strong> on <strong>27-03-2015, 05:05:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v622/Jagwaar/shazadi12b_zpsbdi1kpro.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Shazadi<br><strong>Race/Culture:</strong> Jinn-Blooded Bedu<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Crimson Palace (con't from The Thirteen Monkeys) <br><strong>Day/Time:</strong> Yaus al-Niwt (Day of Houses), Amt (first month) of Alak Paret (Harvest Season), Late Morning<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Rashid<br><hr><br>Rashid’s fingers sliding along the length of her leg sent a frisson of sensation up and down the limb, leaving gooseflesh in their wake; but it was the promise in his words and the heat in his eyes as he gazed down at her that made her belly tighten and flutter in anticipation as he continued to slide his cock between her legs slow enough to drive her mad.<br><br>His lips were like fire on the sensitive arch of her foot, soft and gentle as they moved up to the ankle, causing her toes to curl into the meat of his chest searching for purchase. “<em>Rashid</em>,” she whispered, the word sliding past her lips like a living thing to hang between them, full of want and need. The hand that skated over her stomach only made the torture of it worse. He showed equal parts reverence and restraint; applying just enough pressure to keep her hips in place while finding all the sensitive spots he could to tease and caress in his exploration. When he finally slipped completely inside her, Shaza echoed his moan. Even with his hand resting on her stomach, holding her down, she instinctively lifted her hips to press against him in an desire to pull him deeper. It was exquisite bliss to have him there, their bodies locked together in the first hint of what was to come. Tightening her muscles, the leg around his waist pulled him closer, while the other stretched out to press into his shoulder, giving him more of her calf to kiss and caress. <br><br>The brush of Rashid’s thumb dipping low to rub over the swollen pearl between her legs had Shazadi sucking in a sharp breath, eyes widening as he withdrew from her just as slowly. But then …<br><br>Shazadi let out a sharp gasp as Rashid buried himself balls deep inside her, arching her back and lifting her breasts into the air as her belly tightened, clamping her muscles down on his cock.&nbsp; “<em>Gods</em>,” she managed, toes digging into his shoulder as her other leg clamped down on his waist as he began to thrust into her in earnest, biting down on her lower lip as thumb and cock conspired to drive her to another climax, so soon after the first. <br><br>“<em>Rashiiiiiid</em>,” Shazadi murmured again, in a voice that was full of rising intoxication as she grew drunk on sensation, “yesssss … ohhhhh, yessss…” Sliding her hands up the side of her body, she lifted them up to cup her breasts.&nbsp; “Dear <em>Gods</em>, man … that feels so <em>gooood</em>." Her lips pulled back in a grin before she whispered one more word.<br><br>"...<em>harder</em>...”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sha'ib: City of Mazes - The Crimson Palace (Private) (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paladin101</strong> on <strong>27-03-2015, 07:02:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://images2.fanpop.com/images/photos/5700000/Kingdom-Of-Heaven-kingdom-of-heaven-5751717-400-225.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Rashid<br><strong>Race/Culture:</strong>&nbsp; Bedu<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Crimson Palace (continued from The Thirteen Monkeys)<br><strong>Day/Time:</strong> Yaus al-Niwt (Day of Houses), Amt (first month) of Alak Paret (Harvest Season), Late Morning<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Shazadi<br><hr><br>He smiled, his lips curling as he gazed down at his lover and heard her breath his name as though in prayer. As her toes curled into his chest his smile broadened, pleased by the signs that she was taking pleasure from his ministrations.&nbsp; But that did not compare to how she reacted once he truly began to try to please her. <br><br><em>“Dear Gods, man … that feels so gooood....harder...”</em><br><br>"Be careful what you wish for Shazadi. You just might get more, than you bargained for." Rashid growled playfully with a smile. He lowered his lips to her leg, kissing a trail along the calf she had extended up his chest. Her body was like the sands, an uncharted expanse begging to be explored, and his lips, tongue and teeth grazed over the slim, toned muscles of her calf in search of pleasure. He kept his eyes upon hers, his thumb continuing to tease and taunt her pearl, sliding down another finger to allow him to gently roll her bud of pleasure between thumb and forefinger. His eyes devoured her, gazing heatedly at the wanton movements her body was making beneath him. <br><br>He obeyed her command, the hand which had slid along her extended leg slid back down her smooth limb, and settled upon her hip. His grip established, his next thrust filled the room with the meaty impact of flesh upon flesh. He drew in deep breaths, as he started to piston his cock in and out of her slick, velvet vise with all the power and speed he could manage. Every thrust ending with a wet clap of impact, and a moan of pleasure was often torn from his lips. Her tight walls clenching upon his manhood, desperately seeking to hold him within her, to milk him of his essence. The leg she kept wrapped around his waist spurred him on, the presence of that leg was erotic to him, told him she wanted him inside her, every flex of her leg urging him onward, beckoning him to continue. <br><br>He watched her body sway beneath his assault, watched with hungry eyes as her hands gripped her own breasts, her hands supporting those perfect orbs as his every thrust tried to send them shaking upon her body. Her hips were bucking, struggling to break free of the pressure his hand was exerting upon her, trying to aid him in increasing the force and speed of his thrusts. Her belly rippled and shifted, the toned muscles under silken flesh undulating as she worked her stomach in an attempt to move her hips, the movement causing her tattoos to move in an intoxicating manner. His cock was swelling with pleasure, but he focused, he wasn't ready to be done yet, he hadn't even given her a single orgasm yet. He redoubled his efforts, gripping her hips, slamming himself in to the hilt with every thrust, his eyes locking upon hers, hungry to watch that moment of pleasure overtake her, to see the blush of orgasm rise up her chest, until she finally succumbed to the mind numbing pleasures she sought for her goddess. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sha'ib: City of Mazes - The Crimson Palace (Private) (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kuroneko</strong> on <strong>28-03-2015, 07:25:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v622/Jagwaar/shazadi12b_zpsbdi1kpro.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Shazadi<br><strong>Race/Culture:</strong> Jinn-Blooded Bedu<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Crimson Palace (con't from The Thirteen Monkeys) <br><strong>Day/Time:</strong> Yaus al-Niwt (Day of Houses), Amt (first month) of Alak Paret (Harvest Season), Late Morning<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Rashid<br><hr><br>“If you knew <em>all </em>that I wished for habibi,” Shazadi crooned in between heated breaths, lips pulled back in a wanton smile of pure abandonment, “You’d be <em>far</em> more concerned for <em>yourself</em>. I can take anything you give me.” Her words trailed off, dissolving into a series of gasps and sighs as his fingers pinched her clit and his mouth and lips devoured her skin, all the while maintaining his rhythmic pace, driving his cock in and out of her. Rashid’s ability to do such things had always amazed her, but she had always imagined that it was yet one more part of his Dance, being able to do so many things at once, to offer her so many different sensations at once, putting her own pleasure above his. It made him a spectacular lover, one in truth she could never forget and by which all others were judged. Even now, as pressure and tension began to surge and build between her legs, he reminded her that she had yet to learn all that he was capable of. <br><br>“…<em>nnnnngh</em>, yeeessss…”<br><br>His hand slid sinuously down the length of her thigh, igniting every nerve along the way before it settled on her hip, taking hold of her for leverage as the tempo of his dance increased. <br><br>“Dear <em>Gods</em>, Rashid…”<br><br>There was no holding back now, even if she’d wanted to. Shazadi fell back onto the bench, reaching over her head to take hold of the slats above her as Rashid pounded his cock inside her, pressing her foot hard against the clenching muscles of his ass with each ravenous thrust as her stomach rippled against the hand still holding her down as she desperately tried to lift her hips to meet him. <br><br>Shazadi had no more words as her orgasm claimed her; instead her cries would have to speak for her. As pleasure erupted between her legs and began to roll through her, she arched her back up off the bench and pressed her head against it, gasping and writhing beneath him as her cunt clamped down on Rashid’s cock. Her thighs trembled, tightening around his body to hold him to her, urging him to keep going, and as she sucked in gulps of air between throaty moans Shaza managed to cry out, “…don’t stop … <em>don’tstopdon’tstopdon’tstop</em>…”&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sha'ib: City of Mazes - The Crimson Palace (Private) (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paladin101</strong> on <strong>28-03-2015, 08:20:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://images2.fanpop.com/images/photos/5700000/Kingdom-Of-Heaven-kingdom-of-heaven-5751717-400-225.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Rashid<br><strong>Race/Culture:</strong>&nbsp; Bedu<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Crimson Palace (continued from The Thirteen Monkeys)<br><strong>Day/Time:</strong> Yaus al-Niwt (Day of Houses), Amt (first month) of Alak Paret (Harvest Season), Late Morning<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Shazadi<br><hr><br><br>The dances of love and lust, are truly the most hypnotic, and intoxicating of all dances. As his and Shazadi's bodies thrust and ground against one another, a delicate yet rough give and take was established, their bodies each urging to other to higher peaks of pleasure, one climbing atop the other, each seeking that moment of climactic release. Rashid watched with awe as Shazadi collapsed back upon the bench, her hands leaving her breasts to desperately grip the bench above her head, her mind needing something to grip as the waves of pleasure coursed through her veins. He watched the seductive bob and sway of her breasts, now free of any imprisoning hands or clothes, as his every forceful impact sent them jiggling upward, her perfect orbs bucking and swaying with hypnotic grace. The leg curled around his ass, pulling him, desperately grasping at him as her pussy convulsed around his cock. His chest was heaving from exertion, maintaining his rapid fire pace even as her velvet vise contracted around him. <br><br>"Shazadi." He whispered in a moan, as her walls clenched and massaged his rod, pleading with it to release his life giving seed, cajoling him to stay inside her forever. But he did not, he heard her words, heard this goddess of the bedroom crying out to him not to stop. He would not disappoint her. He would drive her on, up, and up and up until her pleasure peaked and she could take no more. His lips continued to worship the calf and ankle she rested upon his chest, the only flesh he could reach unless he bent over her, and that would break his rhythm. The hand upon her stomach stroked and soothed, even while it's thumb and forefinger gripped her pearl once again, gently swirling around her nub of pleasure, urging her onward in her pleasure. He could feel his own climax rising, but he had time, he would not stop until her world had shattered with pleasure. <br><br>"Again my Shazadi, again." He urged her, his eyes fierce with need and desire as he worked himself inside of her, his strokes starting to shows signs of becoming erratic, his own climax inevitably rising within him. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Sha'ib: City of Mazes - The Crimson Palace (Private) (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kuroneko</strong> on <strong>28-03-2015, 09:46:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v622/Jagwaar/shazadi12b_zpsbdi1kpro.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Shazadi<br><strong>Race/Culture:</strong> Jinn-Blooded Bedu<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Crimson Palace (con't from The Thirteen Monkeys) <br><strong>Day/Time:</strong> Yaus al-Niwt (Day of Houses), Amt (first month) of Alak Paret (Harvest Season), Late Morning<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Rashid<br><hr><br>Her body was at a fever pitch, muscles stretched tight as Shazadi surrendered completely to the pleasure that Rashid orchestrated for her. It devoured her, encompassing every fiber of her being, and as it took her, just as he himself took her, she could sense the feral presence of her Goddess around their writhing bodies just at the edge of her awareness, savoring the intensity of their coupling. Tarmani’s presence infused her with renewed energy, allowing Shazadi to give in to their passionate dance even more fully, hips slowing and lowering herself to the surface of the bench as the aftershocks of her release began to subside. In the back of her mind she knew she was being selfish; somehow she should be giving him more. But that thought did not survive long under the assault of Rashid’s hips.<br><br>In the short span of time between one breath and the next, Rashid doubled his efforts to please and ravish her. His lips were finally cooler on her skin as a sheen of sweat began to coat it, burnishing it to a glow in the alcove’s low light. Underneath, blood rose to the surface to color her skin with a rosy blush that betrayed the heat underneath. There could be no true recovery from a rider as skilled as he. Every thrust drove his cock against the sensitive spot deep inside her, and his fingers were relentless. Soon, she was panting and gasping, wrapping her foot around his neck to pull him closer.<br><br>By the time Rashid urged her to come again, all Shazidi could do was nod as he sent her tumbling headlong into another storm of unbridled pleasure.&nbsp; <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Sha'ib: City of Mazes - The Crimson Palace (Private) (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paladin101</strong> on <strong>29-03-2015, 06:48:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://images2.fanpop.com/images/photos/5700000/Kingdom-Of-Heaven-kingdom-of-heaven-5751717-400-225.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Rashid<br><strong>Race/Culture:</strong>&nbsp; Bedu<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Crimson Palace (continued from The Thirteen Monkeys)<br><strong>Day/Time:</strong> Yaus al-Niwt (Day of Houses), Amt (first month) of Alak Paret (Harvest Season), Late Morning<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Shazadi<br><hr><br>Rashid had never seen a scene as erotic as the woman laid out before him right now. Her hips had finally surrendered to their inability to thrust up to him, her body flushing with pleasure, her face surrounded by a halo of her hair as she lay there, a goddess of desire. His eyes soaked in the sight of her flushed breasts, heaving with her breath, bouncing with each thrust of his hips, he smiled as he saw her nodding soundlessly in her devouring passion to his pleas for her to climax once more. <br><br>"Yes...yes!" He moaned as he felt her sex pulsing around him once more. when her foot hooked behind his neck, and urged him closer, he reached up, and slid her leg off his shoulder, around his waist. Then he lay his body against her, his breath coming hard and fast as his stroked inside of her slowed slightly, his hips pumping erratically, as his lips descended to feast upon the salty flesh of her breasts. His lips and tongue worshipped the perfect orbs, even as his teeth captured the hard nubs of her nipples and bit down on them. He turned his face, resting his cheek against her heaving breast, his eyes closed as he fought to stave off his impending climax. It had been so long, he couldn't recall if Shazadi was protected or not. <br><br>"So close Shazadi....Gods.....<em>fuck</em>." He gasped as he continued to saw his throbbing manhood inside of her convulsing sex. Her body was desperately striving to pull his seed out of him, and it was all he could do to stave it off, to wait. He didn't want to release himself inside of her, and discover she was unprotected. He opened his eyes, and looked up at her with raw need thundering through his body, his hands clutching at her hips hard, his hips slapping into hers with loud slaps of flesh, his cock pulsing and throbbing inside of her, his release fast closing upon him. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Sha'ib: City of Mazes - The Crimson Palace (Private) (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kuroneko</strong> on <strong>29-03-2015, 07:38:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v622/Jagwaar/shazadi12b_zpsbdi1kpro.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Shazadi<br><strong>Race/Culture:</strong> Jinn-Blooded Bedu<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Crimson Palace (con't from The Thirteen Monkeys) <br><strong>Day/Time:</strong> Yaus al-Niwt (Day of Houses), Amt (first month) of Alak Paret (Harvest Season), Late Morning<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Rashid<br><hr><br>The change in position, with both legs now wrapped around Rashid’s waist and part of his weight bearing down on her had Shazadi crying out again even before his lips closed around her aching nipple. Her thighs clamped down on his hips as her cunt convulsed around his cock, ankles locking together, urging him deeper still. “<em>Raaashiiiid</em>,” she moaned, stretching out his name in near supplication as she writhed underneath him, hands releasing the bench to rise and cradle his head where it lay against her chest, pillowed between her breasts. <br><br>As he lifted his head, Shazadi shifted her hands to take his face between her palms, staring down into his eyes with her own the color of liquid fire. “I told you, I would milk you dry,” she said, reminding him of her wanton promise given just before they began their dance. “Now, it is <em>your</em> turn to come, habibi.” <br><br>Shifting beneath him, Shaza used her legs to pull Rashid closer, driving his cock even deeper inside her, where her muscles began to pulse around deliberately around him, pulling and pressing and tugging against his cock while she squeezed her thighs together, over and over in a determined effort to undermine his control and restraint in the most pelasureable of ways. <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Sha'ib: City of Mazes - The Crimson Palace (Private) (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paladin101</strong> on <strong>29-03-2015, 17:43:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://images2.fanpop.com/images/photos/5700000/Kingdom-Of-Heaven-kingdom-of-heaven-5751717-400-225.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Rashid<br><strong>Race/Culture:</strong>&nbsp; Bedu<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Crimson Palace (continued from The Thirteen Monkeys)<br><strong>Day/Time:</strong> Yaus al-Niwt (Day of Houses), Amt (first month) of Alak Paret (Harvest Season), Late Morning<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Shazadi<br><hr><br><em>I told you, I would milk you dry,Now, it is your turn to come, habibi.” </em><br><br>Those words, were more than he could stand. But Shazadi didn't stop there, oh no. The next thing he knew, her legs tightened around his waist, driving his cock deeper inside of her, as she began to flex the walls of her sex, purposely massaging his cock, urging him to find his release. Rashid buried his face between her breasts, and lost all control. <br><br>"Shazadiiiiiiiiiii!" He yelled in primal, uncontrolled pleasure, as he pulled his cock out one more time, and with the force of her pulling legs behind it, slammed himself home one more time. His cock pulsed, throbbed, as he finally succumbed to the ministrations of her sex. His face buried between her bountiful breasts, he moaned and his body shook as he fired jet, after jet of his life giving seed deep into his lover. His hands clutched at her hips frantically, desperate to hold on as waves of pleasure rolled over him, his sweet release that had been teased and so long denied was all the more potent now that it had been realized. When his orgasm finally faded, and he had filled his lover with his release, every muscle in his body was slack, and relaxed. Lazily, he turned his head slightly and planted slow, sweet kisses to the inner slope of Shazadi's breast as he lay atop her. <br><br>"Gods, Shazadi. The memory of your sweet embrace, does nothing to prepare a man for its reality." He murmured against her flesh. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Sha'ib: City of Mazes - The Crimson Palace (Private) (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kuroneko</strong> on <strong>30-03-2015, 04:32:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v622/Jagwaar/shazadi12b_zpsbdi1kpro.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Shazadi<br><strong>Race/Culture:</strong> Jinn-Blooded Bedu<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Crimson Palace (con't from The Thirteen Monkeys) <br><strong>Day/Time:</strong> Yaus al-Niwt (Day of Houses), Amt (first month) of Alak Paret (Harvest Season), Late Morning<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Rashid<br><hr><br>Now this was worthy of her Goddess. One final thrust and Rashid impaled her on his cock. Her gasps and cries joined with his as voice echoed against the walls of the alcove, letting all within earshot know just what they were up to, though Shazadi hardly cared. There were similar noises coming from other alcoves anyway, as other patrons found unique ways to get dirty before getting clean. She and Rashid were hardly unique in this regard. But she doubted that any other woman had been pleasured <em>quite</em> so thoroughly, or by someone with such exquisite skill, stamina and prowess. <br><br>A delicious ache permeated her limbs, suffusing every muscle. Warm and content, with Rashid’s body a welcome weight on top of her and his cock still inside of her, Shazadi would have been content to remain where she was for the rest of the day. One arm stretched lazily over the sweaty expanse of his back, fingers kneading the muscles while the fingers of the other tugged at the damp strands of his hair, each press of his lips a welcome gesture of affection as much as an erotic element. <br><br>Shazadi chuckled softly at his words, still content to remain still. “<em>You </em>did all the work,” she teased. “I was simply the happy beneficiary of your beauty, generosity and magnificent skill. And for that, I thank you, habibi.” <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Sha'ib: City of Mazes - The Crimson Palace (Private) (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paladin101</strong> on <strong>30-03-2015, 04:53:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://images2.fanpop.com/images/photos/5700000/Kingdom-Of-Heaven-kingdom-of-heaven-5751717-400-225.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Rashid<br><strong>Race/Culture:</strong>&nbsp; Bedu<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Crimson Palace (continued from The Thirteen Monkeys)<br><strong>Day/Time:</strong> Yaus al-Niwt (Day of Houses), Amt (first month) of Alak Paret (Harvest Season), Late Morning<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Shazadi<br><hr><br>"If sharing in an embrace of soul consuming pleasure is generosity, I am willing to be generous much more frequently." Rashid jested before his reply cut off with a low, pleasurable moan of pleasure as Shazadi's hand massaged just the right spot. He lifted his head and captured one of the taut peaks of her breasts in s tender, suckling kiss before drawing him&nbsp; up her body enough that he could capture her lips with his for a tender, affectionate embrace, his hands braced on the bench so his weight didn't press down on her too much. <br><br>"You are welcome, though I don't think I need thanks for partaking in the joys of being your lover. It is as though the sun has sent me thanks for making use of it's life giving light, or the stream thanked me for slaking my thirst from it's waters. You are the shrine of love and feminine perfection, I merely try to be a skillful worshiper." His voice was filled with a pleased rumble as he enjoyed the feel of their hot, sweaty, slick bodies pressing and sliding against each other. Her breasts sliding and pressing against his chest, her legs still wrapped around his waist, her face suffused with the blush of pleasure and with a sheen of sweat. "Though, if you feel I did all the work, next time I invite you to do the heavy lifting." He told her with a pleased, throaty chuckle. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Sha'ib: City of Mazes - The Crimson Palace (Private) (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kuroneko</strong> on <strong>30-03-2015, 05:40:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v622/Jagwaar/shazadi12b_zpsbdi1kpro.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Shazadi<br><strong>Race/Culture:</strong> Jinn-Blooded Bedu<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Crimson Palace (con't from The Thirteen Monkeys) <br><strong>Day/Time:</strong> Yaus al-Niwt (Day of Houses), Amt (first month) of Alak Paret (Harvest Season), Late Morning<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Rashid<br><hr><br>“I accept,” Shazadi replied with a grin that that brightened her face. “But, you will never have time to lead caravans, because I will keep you busy day and night.” Encouraged by the sounds he made, she worked the muscles in his back more deeply, pressing her thumb into the knot she found there and rubbing it with long strokes until her rose to claim her lips in a tender kiss. <br><br>“Expressing gratitude for all that life brings you is important,” she explained, blushing under the weight of his praise. “That way, the Gods will continue to bless you with their bounty.” His skin was slick against hers, still hot with exertion and strong. And as he shifted, she kept her legs wrapped around him, unwilling to let him go just yet. <br><br>“As you said, you should be careful what you wish for,” Shazadi warned with a twinkle in her eye. “I’ll ride you like one of the wild nomad tribes breaks one of their stallions, and bend you to my will as I take <em>everything </em>you have to give, and then some.” Still smiling, she pressed a kiss to Rashid’s lips, letting them linger there before pulling away. <br><br>“Shall I wash your back, habibi?” Shaza offered, running her fingertips down the side of his face. “There’s gallons of hot spring water waiting for us to soak our aches away when we’re finished.” <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Sha'ib: City of Mazes - The Crimson Palace (Private) (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paladin101</strong> on <strong>30-03-2015, 06:02:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://images2.fanpop.com/images/photos/5700000/Kingdom-Of-Heaven-kingdom-of-heaven-5751717-400-225.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Rashid<br><strong>Race/Culture:</strong>&nbsp; Bedu<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Crimson Palace (continued from The Thirteen Monkeys)<br><strong>Day/Time:</strong> Yaus al-Niwt (Day of Houses), Amt (first month) of Alak Paret (Harvest Season), Late Morning<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Shazadi<br><hr><br>"Hmmmm, I can miss out on a few caravans." He murmured lazily. As she went on and told him the importance of showing gratitude, he paused to give her slick neck a slow kiss. "Then Shazadi, I shall show gratitude every day for the time I am allowed to spend in your embrace, in the hopes that I will be sped back to your arms all the faster."<br><br>He gave a rich laugh at her tease, enjoying the lingering kiss she pressed to his lips before offering to wash his back. <br><br>"Shazadi, flower of the desert and gem of all men's eye, if you think threatening to ride me like a stallion is something that frightens me...well all I can say is..neeiigh." He answered her with the definite heat of desire in his voice, and at the end as he did his horrible horse impression, he shook his head side to side between her breasts playfully before taking a tender bite of one breast and levering himself back up to a kneeling position between her knees. <br><br>"I think a bath is a fine idea. And you may wash my back, if I can wash any part of you that you find you wish assistance with." He told her with a mischievous grin. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Sha'ib: City of Mazes - The Crimson Palace (Private) (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kuroneko</strong> on <strong>30-03-2015, 07:02:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v622/Jagwaar/shazadi12b_zpsbdi1kpro.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Shazadi<br><strong>Race/Culture:</strong> Jinn-Blooded Bedu<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Crimson Palace (con't from The Thirteen Monkeys) <br><strong>Day/Time:</strong> Yaus al-Niwt (Day of Houses), Amt (first month) of Alak Paret (Harvest Season), Late Morning<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Rashid<br><hr><br>Rashid’s playful behavior couldn’t help but make Shazadi laugh, smile broadening as she watched him lift himself back up on his knees to kneel between her thighs once more. “I never once doubted you were up to the challenge,” she remarked.” She let his momentum carry her up as well, finally unlocking her legs to set her feet on the floor, muscles giving a little protest after being so thoroughly used as she wrapped her arms around his neck. <br><br>“That is the second time you have made that offer,” she observed, looking up into his eyes. “Somehow, I think you have some other goal in mind besides getting me clean.” One graceful hand slipped from his shoulder as she spoke, coming around his neck to trace the line of his collarbone and lower, down between the muscles of his chest as Shazadi let her eyes follow their path. She grew pensive in that moment, taking in the lines and features of Rashid’s body as well as the soul of the man that lived within it. The pleasure of their lovemaking had been great; but this moment of intimacy was just as important to her. <br><br>“You have a kind and gentle heart, Rashid,” she whispered. “I’ve missed you.”<br><br>Shifting on the bench, Shaza carefully moved to slip her leg around Rashid as she disengaged herself from his body. “I’ll get the water,” she said, rising from the bench.&nbsp; Pausing on her way to the steaming fountain, she bent to retrieve their towels from the floor and set them within reach, hips swaying gently. Emptying the now cool water from the bucket, she bent to refill it, carrying it back to where Rashid waited, along with the provided soap and wash cloths. Sitting down beside him, she dipped one of the cloths into the bucket along with the soap and then began to rub it between her hands, reaching out for one of his arms and spreading the richly scented lather across his skin from shoulder to wrist. <br><br>“Such a luxury, bathing like this,” Shazadi said, as her fingers worked his muscles. “Soaking in the pools here even more so. Growing up in the desert, there was never enough water for such a thing, even at my tribe’s oasis. But the sheer decadence of such a thing, the way it feels to be immersed in water … I must confess it has seduced me, habibi.” Her fingers spread to his chest, massaging the soap over his skin there. “Sometimes, I feel like I can no longer call myself a true Bedu because of this,” she said, and then let out a soft laugh.&nbsp; “I’ve even learned to swim, if you can believe it.”<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sha'ib: City of Mazes - The Crimson Palace (Private) (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paladin101</strong> on <strong>30-03-2015, 08:03:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://images2.fanpop.com/images/photos/5700000/Kingdom-Of-Heaven-kingdom-of-heaven-5751717-400-225.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Rashid<br><strong>Race/Culture:</strong>&nbsp; Bedu<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Crimson Palace (continued from The Thirteen Monkeys)<br><strong>Day/Time:</strong> Yaus al-Niwt (Day of Houses), Amt (first month) of Alak Paret (Harvest Season), Late Morning<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Shazadi<br><hr><br><br>"My dearest Shazadi. Any man that has you naked and wet before him and claims not to have alternate goals than just getting you clean, is a terrible liar." Rashid said, laughter thick in his voice, his eyes sparkling with mischief as he savored the light caress of Shazadi's hand against his chest. Before Shazadi could slip away from him, he gripped her hand from his chest, and lifted it to his lips for a quick kiss. "It is a simple pilgrim's heart battered by the sands of time, and buffeted by the winds of ignorance, but at it's heart is an oasis of love, affection, and friendship. It is kept cultivated for those rare few who take the time to reach it. For you, there is always a place reserved next to the cleanest of loves waters." <br><br>He knew it sounded silly, and he hoped she didn't take his proclamation of love as something to be nervous about. He knew she was not a woman a man could posses, just as he was a man no woman could tie down. But she was one of his few dear and close friends, and he placed great value in the effect she had upon his battered heart and soul by her mere presence. <br><br>When she left, he lifted himself from his knees and sat upon the bench just moments before they had been using as a makeshift platform for their lovemaking. He gave her his arm without complaint, his smile saying his thanks for him, and breathed a satisfied sigh as her hands began to rub into his flesh, spreading the soap and water across his arm and shoulder. <br><br>"I am too used to having to rely upon a sweat tent to scrape myself clean. It works, and a good, hot sweat can be cleansing, but water is better." He commented. "Every time I come to the city I make a point of drinking more water than normal, and having a bucket on hand to use just for cleaning myself. I am looking forward to soaking in the waters as you've described. Few oasis I've seen have been deep enough to swim in, and none of them allowed you to dirty the waters by doing so. I've never been in water past my hips before, and that just for a short time. If being dirty and not luxuriating in water makes you no longer a Bedu, then be content not being&nbsp; Bedu. Those are comforts I would love to carry with me into the howling sands." <br><br>He gave a pleased sound in the back of his throat as Shazadi dug her fingers into the muscles of his arm, easing over to his chest. His eyes were half lidded, just luxuriating in the feel of a beautiful woman touching him. His eyes were lazily watching her movements, soaking in the beauty of her face, the sway of her breasts as she moved her arms to massage him, the long, lean lines of her legs and hip, every element of her was intoxicating. <br><br>"I think we have to take whatever pleasures we can, wherever we can find them. You never know if today will be a day of frantic, passionate lovemaking with an old friend, or if you will turn the corner of the market and find a band of assassins waiting to cut you down." He mused, the hand she had released sliding over now to idly stroke the flesh of her thigh. "I remember one night, I was traveling through a particularly hot stretch of desert, and came upon an immense rocky cleft in the earth, as though one of the gods had taken their sword and sliced a stroke of the earth away. The rocks on the face of the cliff opposite me were a myriad of colors mixed in layers and swirling patterns of red, orange, white, and more. Even in the moonlight I could tell it was a beauty to behold. I had over half the night ahead of me to travel, but instead I sat there upon the top of that cliff. When the dawn sun rose behind me, and those first rays of light struck that rock face, it was as though the gods had painted a vision of beauty just for me. It is one of my favorite places I've ever discovered in my pilgrimages." <br><br>Rashid trailed off, his voice full of reverent pleasure at his memory. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sha'ib: City of Mazes - The Crimson Palace (Private) (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kuroneko</strong> on <strong>05-04-2015, 05:20:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v622/Jagwaar/shazadi12b_zpsbdi1kpro.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Shazadi<br><strong>Race/Culture:</strong> Jinn-Blooded Bedu<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Crimson Palace (con't from The Thirteen Monkeys) <br><strong>Day/Time:</strong> Yaus al-Niwt (Day of Houses), Amt (first month) of Alak Paret (Harvest Season), Late Morning<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Rashid<br><hr><br>Rashid’s laughter was infectious, and his words rang true, telling her more about his continued hunger than anything else. Their encounter, however satisfying, had clearly just whetted his appetite. She chuckled softly and smiled happily, which transformed her face, making it brighter, flattered by the compliment. But when he began to speak of his heart, and of love, Shazadi was overwhelmed by the sincerity and depth of his emotional confession. She didn’t know what to say, but she knew she should say <em>something</em>. <br><br>“You love me,” she breathed, humbled and incredibly moved to have earned the love of this kind and gentle man. “I’m deeply honored, Rashid. I’ll try to be worthy of your gift.” It was on her mind all the while she gathered the water, and while she began to wash his body, listening to him speak of the familiarities of desert life. It was comforting to share such things with him, with someone that understood what it was like to live in the great dune sea. Dipping a cloth into the bucket, Shazadi brought warm water to gently rinse the soap’s lather from his skin, soothed by the melodious tones of his voice and happy to give him this simple kindness, more than repaid by the grateful and pleased sounds he made in return. She was as taken with his memory as he was, imagining it in her mind as he described it, hands one again lathered with soap and moving behind him to scrub his back, fingers and thumbs kneading the muscles of his toned body while he spoke, becoming lost in his words. They wove a spell around her, capturing her imagination and transporting her to another place and time. It almost made her light headed.<br><br>By the time Rashid grew silent, Shazadi’s mind had returned to his earlier words, the ones that had precipitated his story. It was true; you could never know what the day would bring. She had no idea when she woke up that morning that she would run into him that day, or that he would agree to spend it with her. Or …<br><br>“…turn the corner …” Shazadi murmured, as her hands skated over Rashid’s back, sounding distracted. “…band of assassins …” Her voice dissolved into a whisper as her hands stilled on his skin. Her eyes widened, pupils dilating as the room disappeared and another Sight took hold of her vision.<br><br>“The market…” she whispered, as it began to coalesce in front of her eyes. Shazadi sucked in a breath as the scene began to play out before her. “ … there's <em>danger</em> ahead,” she breathed, as her vision began to go black.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sha'ib: City of Mazes - The Crimson Palace (Private) (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paladin101</strong> on <strong>06-04-2015, 00:39:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://images2.fanpop.com/images/photos/5700000/Kingdom-Of-Heaven-kingdom-of-heaven-5751717-400-225.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Rashid<br><strong>Race/Culture:</strong>&nbsp; Bedu<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Crimson Palace (continued from The Thirteen Monkeys)<br><strong>Day/Time:</strong> Yaus al-Niwt (Day of Houses), Amt (first month) of Alak Paret (Harvest Season), Late Morning<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Shazadi<br><hr><br>Rashid was enjoying the attentions of the beautiful woman at his side. The calming, skilled hands that played over his flesh, teasing out the knots and the kinks that built up over time to pain you. His eyes were half lidded and his mind starting to drift into a contented half doze, when he felt her movements change. Her hands were no longer skilled, they seemed to be absent mindedly playing over him, her voice was low, and muttering something. He turned to look at her as her hands stopped, and saw her eyes suddenly widen. <br><br>"Shazadi!" He exclaimed, twisting to catch her as her Vision took over, and her body went slack. He was worried, and managed to shift and maneuver her to drape her body over his, curling her against his chest as he reached over for the cool water. Tenderly, carefully, he dipped the cloth in the water and patted it upon her brow, his eyes watching hers. The hungers that they had been determined to satiate upon each other were forgotten. His friend was experiencing a vision, and he had heard her speak of danger. So now he held her, his attention splitting between the door and his friend, determined to ensure that whatever danger she foresaw didn't take her while she was defenseless. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sha'ib: City of Mazes - The Crimson Palace (Private) (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kuroneko</strong> on <strong>06-04-2015, 01:31:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v622/Jagwaar/shazadi12b_zpsbdi1kpro.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Shazadi<br><strong>Race/Culture:</strong> Jinn-Blooded Bedu<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Crimson Palace (con't from The Thirteen Monkeys) <br><strong>Day/Time:</strong> Yaus al-Niwt (Day of Houses), Amt (first month) of Alak Paret (Harvest Season), Late Morning<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Rashid<br><hr><br>Unconsciousness hovered at the very edges of her awareness, threatening to overtake her. Shazadi felt her muscles go limp, but there were strong arms there to support her and a soothing touch to ground her in the here and now. Several men swam in her vision, threatening both she and Rashid in a future they had yet to experience, but only one lived in her present. Reaching out blindly, she set one hand on his arm, fingers pressing into the firm curve of his bicep for support as the scene played out to its conclusion, knowing she could do nothing until it finally released her, praying fervently that it would allow her to wake once it was gone and not send her into a lingering blackout and force her friend to care for her. After all, who knew if he remembered where she lived?<br><br>“The market,” Shazadi breathed in a soft voice, as the visions began to recede. “We must be on our guard, once we leave this place.” Relaxing in his arms, she let go of Rashid’s arm, letting her hand slide over to his chest, looking up into his face to find a look of worry on his face as she opened her eyes. “Always here to catch me,” she said with a warm smile, as a thought grew in her mind. “Rashid, when you spoke of love … are you in love with me?” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sha'ib: City of Mazes - The Crimson Palace (Private) (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paladin101</strong> on <strong>07-04-2015, 01:42:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://images2.fanpop.com/images/photos/5700000/Kingdom-Of-Heaven-kingdom-of-heaven-5751717-400-225.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Rashid<br><strong>Race/Culture:</strong>&nbsp; Bedu<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Crimson Palace (continued from The Thirteen Monkeys)<br><strong>Day/Time:</strong> Yaus al-Niwt (Day of Houses), Amt (first month) of Alak Paret (Harvest Season), Late Morning<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Shazadi<br><hr><br>Rashid looked down at Shazadi with concern etched over his face, the way she blindly reached out for him lit a protective, possessive flame inside of him, and he hugged her close, his hand tenderly dabbing cold water upon her brow. He had just wrung it out again after freshly dunking it in the cold waters when she returned to herself. He listened attentively, knowing it would be a fool who ignored the visions of a seer. <br><br>"Forewarned is forearmed as they say Shazadi. When we leave, whatever threat you saw will not touch a hair upon your head." Rashid promised gently, trying to soothe her. His eyes showed pain in the knowledge that his presence had caused her to see a vision of violence on a day sacred to her for seeking out pleasure. A smile parted his lips when she remarked that he was always there to catch her. His reply was so quiet that even a whisper could have silenced it. "Always and forever."<br><br>When she asked him if he was in love with her, his hand paused in it's ministrations to her brow, his eyes locking upon hers. There was a depth of emotion roiling beneath his placid surface, the winds of doubt and indecision tugging at his soul, but finally, with a self deprecating smile he answered her. <br><br>"Shazadi, I have been in love with you since that first night we spent together, talking and tangling our bodies together under the silver glow of the desert moon. I have few friends, I am a poor wandering pilgrim who goes where the wind sends him. Few can understand why I do what I do, and fewer still are interested in being friends with someone who will not linger long where they live." He spoke slowly, no trace of self pity rested in his voice, no, it was self awareness. He knew what he was, and what others saw of him. "When you and I connected that night, I knew I had found a kindred spirit, an oasis of calm where I could come and rest my weary soul beside the light of your beauty and wit. But I know I am not the sort of man whom women look for in affairs of the heart. And I know you are not a woman easily tied to one man, so I have never spoken of it." <br><br>His face was a mixture of regret and hope, Rashid was worried that his revelation would force Shazadi to distance herself from him, a fate he desperately wished to avoid. <br><br>"I am sorry I forgot myself and mentioned it. Sometimes my tongue gets carried away when it is complimenting your charms." He said in a soft voice. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sha'ib: City of Mazes - The Crimson Palace (Private) (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kuroneko</strong> on <strong>12-04-2015, 08:35:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v622/Jagwaar/shazadi12b_zpsbdi1kpro.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Shazadi<br><strong>Race/Culture:</strong> Jinn-Blooded Bedu<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Crimson Palace (con't from The Thirteen Monkeys) <br><strong>Day/Time:</strong> Yaus al-Niwt (Day of Houses), Amt (first month) of Alak Paret (Harvest Season), Late Morning<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Rashid<br><hr><br>“Heh.” Shazadi let a tiny smile transform her features as she sucked in a breath, even as the aftereffects of the Sight began to take hold of her body, causing her to tremble in his arms. But it wasn’t so severe as to cause her to miss the hurt in his eyes. “You always were a smart man, Rashid.” Her voice dropped to a soothing whisper. “But, you should know by now that I don’t have any control over when I See something. It’s not your fault.” She smiled again, hoping it would bring him comfort, but also because of his quiet promise, so freely given and so heartfelt. But that paled in comparison to what he said next. <br><br>Shazadi was mesmerized, transfixed by Rashid’s confession. It was simple, yet eloquent; full of emotion and poignant. He had held her in his heart this way for three long years. All this time, and she hadn’t even had a glimpse of this. She’d Seen nothing. But, as he spoke of himself, she suddenly wished that he could see himself the way she saw him. As the kind, loyal, generous, sensual and incredibly desirable man that he was. “Tied, no. But, cherished? <em>That</em> I could be,” she offered. “But that takes the right kind of man.” Her smile grew wry. “There was a night, a few years ago, I thought perhaps I had met such a man.”&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>He had more to say, words that she could only smile at. Trust Rashid to apologize for complimenting her. “<em>Oh, habibi</em>,” she breathed, reaching up take his cheek in her hand. Shazadi had no other words to offer in return. So she let her lips speak for her, pulling Rashid down and claiming his mouth in a tender kiss that quickly grew hot with the intensity of her desire to show him how she felt without saying a word.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sha'ib: City of Mazes - The Crimson Palace (Private) (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paladin101</strong> on <strong>12-04-2015, 22:09:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://images2.fanpop.com/images/photos/5700000/Kingdom-Of-Heaven-kingdom-of-heaven-5751717-400-225.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Rashid<br><strong>Race/Culture:</strong>&nbsp; Bedu<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Crimson Palace (continued from The Thirteen Monkeys)<br><strong>Day/Time:</strong> Yaus al-Niwt (Day of Houses), Amt (first month) of Alak Paret (Harvest Season), Late Morning<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Shazadi<br><hr><br>Her kiss lit his soul on fire, as the tenderness grew to a hot, burning desire. His hand dropped the damp cloth, and he wrapped her tight in his embrace, lifting her up so he could cradle her body against his chest even tighter, relishing the softness of her flesh against the hard planes of his own body. When their kiss finally broke, he stared at her with amazement. <br><br>"Shazadi, I have cherished you every moment, of every day since I first saw you. In the deepest depths of my soul I erected a shrine to you, and carefully, cautiously, I have cared for it, polishing my love with hesitant strokes, fearful that I would never have the chance to come to you again. I know I am not much, that I am not what maidens dream of, but I promise you Shazadi, if you allow me to share in your life, I will never let a day pass where you do not feel treasured above the gifts of the gods!" <br><br>He lifted a hand to caress her face, his voice breaking a bit towards the end, unable to believe this woman held feelings for him. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sha'ib: City of Mazes - The Crimson Palace (Private) (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kuroneko</strong> on <strong>18-04-2015, 05:57:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v622/Jagwaar/shazadi12b_zpsbdi1kpro.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Shazadi<br><strong>Race/Culture:</strong> Jinn-Blooded Bedu<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Crimson Palace (con't from The Thirteen Monkeys) <br><strong>Day/Time:</strong> Yaus al-Niwt (Day of Houses), Amt (first month) of Alak Paret (Harvest Season), Late Morning<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Rashid<br><hr><br>The kiss overwhelmed her as Rashid pulled her close, making her dizzy as he wrapped his arms around her, practically drawing her breath from her body. By the time he released her, Shazadi’s heart was pounding at a feverish pace, lips tingling with the remembered feel of his mouth on hers as his eyes bored into her soul. <br><br>Rashid’s declaration of love was more heartfelt and poetic than anything from the ancient tales, and the promise he offered was more than any woman could ask for. “Well, it’s a good thing that I’m no maiden then,” Shazadi chuckled, “for what do maidens know of love? I’m old and wise enough to look beyond the temptation and trappings of a pretty face to find the beauty within. Only then do you know the real measure of a man.” She paused to smile up at him, gently stroking his check with her thumb. “Besides, you do yourself a disservice. What I see pleases me greatly.” <br><br>Shifting, Shazadi turned in his arms, sitting up and tucking her legs underneath her body so that she could look at him eye to eye, on the same level. “But I beg you, do not put me on a pedestal, <em>habibi</em>,” she urged him. “I only want your love, not to be worshipped. And, I’m not the perfect woman you think I am.” She chuckled softly at the very idea. “Sharing a life with me will not be without its challenges. You should know what you're getting yourself into before you make so generous an offer.”&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sha'ib: City of Mazes - The Crimson Palace (Private) (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paladin101</strong> on <strong>19-04-2015, 19:33:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://images2.fanpop.com/images/photos/5700000/Kingdom-Of-Heaven-kingdom-of-heaven-5751717-400-225.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Rashid<br><strong>Race/Culture:</strong>&nbsp; Bedu<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Crimson Palace (continued from The Thirteen Monkeys)<br><strong>Day/Time:</strong> Yaus al-Niwt (Day of Houses), Amt (first month) of Alak Paret (Harvest Season), Late Morning<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Shazadi<br><hr><br>Rashid look her in the eyes as she raised herself up on her knees to be on the same level as him. As she spoke he smiled, still disbelieving the words he heard. <br><br>"I'm sorry Shazadi, but I can put you no where but upon a pedestal. You don't wish to be worshiped? What else can I do? You have the body of a goddess, every kiss I place a gentle prayer beseeching you for your continued affection, every time our bodies join, I am allowed to enter paradise and feel pleasure normally reserved for the gods. When you speak, my soul shudders from the beauty of your voice. Your body is paradise, and your mind and soul so wondrous, it makes me feel unworthy. Who you are may not be perfect, but I know who you are Shazadi, and each part of you makes my body and soul sing." Rashid told her with a voice thick with affection and desire. He drew up a hand and caressed her cheek while he smiled at her gently. "I am certain a life with you would bear challenges, but I am certain they are worth it, and no greater than enduring a restless pilgrim like myself." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sha'ib: City of Mazes - The Crimson Palace (Private) (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kuroneko</strong> on <strong>06-05-2015, 06:07:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v622/Jagwaar/shazadi12b_zpsbdi1kpro.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Shazadi<br><strong>Race/Culture:</strong> Jinn-Blooded Bedu<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Crimson Palace (con't from The Thirteen Monkeys) <br><strong>Day/Time:</strong> Yaus al-Niwt (Day of Houses), Amt (first month) of Alak Paret (Harvest Season), Late Morning<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Rashid<br><hr><br>Shazadi lifted a hand to cup Rashid’s fingers where they rested upon her face, flushed by the generosity of his words and the intensity of the emotion that infused them. She had been fortunate in her life to hear many compliments. Some casually as she walked down the crowded streets of the afternoon market, others traded openly across the table while sharing a modest meal. Still more whispered in her ear during the heat of passion, as body slid against heated flesh, underscored by the frenzy of the moment. But never had she been graced with the praise that he now lavished upon her or had those words been filled with such depth of emotion and utmost sincerity. For a long moment she was speechless, her very breath captured and stolen away by the sheer enormity of all he had said.<br><br>“Oh, Rashid,” she sighed, voice husky with emotion, “There is <em>nothing</em> about you that is unworthy. You are the kindest, most honorable person that I have ever known, and you make me feel more treasured than the Sultan’s most valuable jewel. But I am not a goddess.” Shazadi smiled, with just the slightest bit of hesitation coloring her tone. “I’m just a woman who has been fortunate to blessed by the Gods, and I have just as many faults and foibles as everyone else.” Spotting the abandoned cloth on the floor next to them, her lips tugged up in a mischievous, lopsided smile. <br><br>“For one thing, I have yet to finish bathing you, as I promised,” she said, arching an eyebrow.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sha'ib: City of Mazes - The Crimson Palace (Private) (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paladin101</strong> on <strong>12-05-2015, 00:29:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://images2.fanpop.com/images/photos/5700000/Kingdom-Of-Heaven-kingdom-of-heaven-5751717-400-225.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Rashid<br><strong>Race/Culture:</strong>&nbsp; Bedu<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Crimson Palace (continued from The Thirteen Monkeys)<br><strong>Day/Time:</strong> Yaus al-Niwt (Day of Houses), Amt (first month) of Alak Paret (Harvest Season), Late Morning<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Shazadi<br><hr><br>Rashid blushed at the praise she heaped upon him. He was not accustomed to being spoken so well of, he was a wandering pilgrim, frequently alone and rarely traveling with the strength of his clan at his back. Women other than Shazadi had shared his bed before, but they normally cursed him when he felt the tug of wanderlust and felt the need to move on, never were they willing to come along, or wait for him. He smiled back at her when she mentioned&nbsp; that she had failed to finish bathing him. <br><br>"Well, things did become distracting. You know, between visions from a goddess, and me blurting out how I love you, I think I can forgive you for becoming so befuddled that you neglected to finish bathing me." He teased, letting one hand wander down the slim, lean lines of her back to cup her ass, squeezing it gently as his eyes soaked in the sight of her still naked flesh. "Besides, the longer it takes you to bathe me, the longer my eyes are allowed to glut themselves on the bounty of your body." With a waggle of his eyebrows the hand on her ass gently tapped her firm flesh as he chuckled and leaned in to kiss her. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sha'ib: City of Mazes - The Crimson Palace (Private) (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kuroneko</strong> on <strong>30-05-2015, 05:35:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v622/Jagwaar/shazadi12b_zpsbdi1kpro.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Shazadi<br><strong>Race/Culture:</strong> Jinn-Blooded Bedu<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Crimson Palace (con't from The Thirteen Monkeys) <br><strong>Day/Time:</strong> Yaus al-Niwt (Day of Houses), Amt (first month) of Alak Paret (Harvest Season), Late Morning<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Rashid<br><hr><br>Curling her lips up into a warm smile, Shazadi could only laugh as Rashid spoke, capturing her lower lip between her teeth as his hand sailed down her back, finally coming to rest around the swell of her backside. Appreciation was evident in the tone of his voice and the way he drew his eyes along the lines of her figure, savoring every curve, so she allowed him to pull her closer, still wearing a wry expression. <br><br>“There’s no hurry to our day’s activities, is there?” she asked. “Even once I’ve bathed you, there is still the matter of my own cleansing to attend to, which you may watch or orchestrate as you desire. And then there is the matter of soaking in the pool, where you will still be able to indulge yourself by enjoying the visual feast I present.” Kissing him gently, lips pressed to his for several long moments, she finally pulled back to smile at Rashid again before dipping her cloth back in the bucket so that she could resume the task of cleaning the weeks of travel from his skin. <br><br>“How long are you in the City for this time, habibi?” she asked, running water down the length of his arm before lathering up his skin with the perfumed soap and beginning to work his muscles again with her fingers. “And where will you go next when you leave it?”<br>
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