Preface

This is a tie-in prequel to Becca Sinh's popular hardcore stories, "Anywhere" and "The Prince's Palace" (repeatedly blocked on Amazon). Many thanks to Becca for allowing me to borrow her pretty slave girl, Seraphia, and create the story of how she really did lose her virginity! ;-)

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Seraphia was lonely.

She shouldn't be, really. She had everything a young slave-girl could possibly hope for, and much more besides. Had her father not sold her to Prince Omar as a young child, she'd probably be living out on the fringes of the desert, starving. The money Zawas had gotten for her had helped care for her younger brothers and sisters, so everyone had benefited. And she'd grown up in luxury that most slaves only dreamed of.

Prince Omar's palazzo was beautiful beyond imagining, with its tiled patios and clear gurgling fountains. Heavy tapestries hung from the walls, and fine incense scented the long, winding hallways. In every way, its grand trappings befitted a handsome Egyptian prince of the ancient lineage.

But not all of its many rooms were furnished in the traditional style. One whole wing held a vast array of shiny computers and technological wonders that she could only gape at in wonder. And Prince Omar's shiny cars were the envy of his many guests.

For herself, she preferred the huge, fragrant stables. She'd always had a special affinity for the satiny Arabian stallions and mares housed there. Perhaps it was because they reminded her of her childhood home, though even her beloved Prince's horses lived much more comfortably than she had.

"Sa"ida!" The cheerful greeting came from behind her, and Seraphia turned as Husän, the stable-boy, appeared in the doorway.

Husän and she had been friends for years, ever since he'd caught her feeding one of the Prince's prize stallions a handful of beans stolen from Omar's vast gardens. Laughing, he'd knocked the beans from her small hand and tossed her a scrubbed carrot. "You don't feed a horse fasälya," he'd teased, shaking his head at her ignorance. "Don't you know anything?"

Since then, they'd been inseparable. Husän had taught her how to climb trees and muck out stalls, how to groom and even ride the priceless Arabian stallions late at night when Prince Omar thought her safely asleep in her comfortable bed. And she, in turn, had taught Husän to speak without his provincial accent, to read and write after a fashion, even to brush his unruly dark hair.

"Sa"ida, Husän," she mumbled, forcing a half-hearted smile. Today even her lifelong friend couldn't quite dispel her melancholy. But for his sake, she tried to muster a more cheerful attitude.

Husän knew her too well to be fooled. "What's the matter, Sera?" he urged, stepping into the harsh sunlight and shading his dark eyes with one hand. "Surely the Prince hasn't discovered that you slipped outside into the gardens last night!"

Seraphia stared at Husän in blank surprise. "How did you know?" she quickly challenged. "No one else was in the garden, no one!"

Husän grinned at her, and brushed a shaggy lock of black hair from his forehead. "I was up in the tree, just outside the garden wall," he confessed. "It offers a wonderful view of the salon!"

Sera's eyes widened in horror. "You weren't spying on the Prince, were you?" she protested, aghast. "Husän, why?"

The impudent stable-boy tossed her an unrepentant shrug. "He had guests last night," he explained. "Don't you know what goes on at those wild parties of his? I love watching them!"

Sera slowly shook her head. "I serve them liqueur and sweetmeats, but then the Prince sends me to bed," she grumbled. "All night long I can hear the music and laughter...and such strange sounds sometimes, as if he's in pain...but he won't let me come back in the room! Yet in the morning he always seems so happy, not hurt at all... What goes on, Husän, that he doesn't want me to see?"

Husän cast an appraising look at his one-time playmate. Seraphia had changed over the past year, blossoming from a budding child-woman to a ravishing beauty before his very eyes. Yet she seemed so oblivious to her own allure that he knew she wasn't fully a woman yet!

She adored Prince Omar, of course...everyone did. Their handsome Prince's charm and charisma were impossible to resist.

But Husän suspected that her beloved Prince had plans for little Sera which didn't include one dusty stable-boy. His wild erotic parties were proof enough of his lustful desires...and Seraphia was a desert jewel too fine to ignore.

"Nothing you need to know about just yet," he muttered, scowling at the dirt beneath his bare feet. "If he doesn't want you there, he has a good reason for it!"

Seraphia scowled right back at him, and clenched her fists on her slender hips in a most unladylike gesture. "It's not fair that you should get to see, and I shouldn't!" she argued. "What happens at those parties that's so awful?"

A sudden wry grin curved Husän's lips, despite his best efforts to hide it. "Did I say he was doing anything awful?" he retorted. "Oh, do come inside where it's cooler, Sera! I have work to do, and you'll wilt if you stay out in the hot sun!"

Sera grimaced at him again, but obediently followed him into the long, darkened hallway. A white yearling stallion in the first stall nickered and nuzzled her shoulder, and she absently stroked its satiny neck.

Husän watched her small hand lovingly caress the young stallion, and felt his chest tighten with longing. Gods above, how he wished he could coax her into stroking him that way! Beneath his dusty robes, his lean hips began to flex with instinctive yearning, and he had to choke back an insistent urge to tumble her into the nearest pile of clean hay.

Sera seemed unaware of his erotic thoughts as she leaned against the wooden railing, and it pressed her full breasts up, emphasizing their lush shape beneath her own loose robe. "Tell me what happens at the parties, Husän!" she urged, favoring him with her most effective smile. "You won't shock me, I promise!"

Husän wavered, and considered the prospects. Sera was old enough to understand about sex. After all, she was only a year younger than he was, and he'd known all about it for nearly four years now!

But talking about sex, when he was already so hot and hard with desire, was sure to drive him insane! How could he possibly explain what went on at those wild parties, without losing control and forcing himself upon her?

"They...well, they touch each other," he lamely mumbled, grabbing a long pitchfork and stabbing at the straw bedding in the nearest empty stall. "That's all."

His terse reply intrigued Sera, and she took a step closer. "They touch each other?" she echoed, confused. "But what's so forbidden about that? The Prince touches me all the time, and..."

Husän spun around and stared at her in shocked surprise. "He does? How?" he demanded, his deep voice rough with urgency.

Sera was equally shocked by his fierce tone. "He...well, he touches my hands when I take his cloak, or bring his food and drink," she stammered, flushing in the dim light. "And sometimes he touches my cheek or my hair when he's pleased with me..."

"Has he ever touched you anywhere else?" Husän insisted. "Anywhere, Sera!"

Now the pretty young slave-girl was openly bewildered. "Where else would he touch me?" she faltered.

Husän choked back a relieved sigh. "Anywhere!" he muttered, scrubbing his face with one hand. "Everywhere! Your body, your..."

Sera's eyes widened with surprise as he trailed off and angrily shook his head. "You mean... Here?" she gasped, instinctively raising her hands and caressing her full breasts. "But why, Husän? He's a Prince, what could he possibly see in me?"

Husän glared at the farthest wall. "He finds you beautiful, Sera!" he grated between clenched teeth. "He'd be a fool not to see it...and our Prince is no fool!"

Sera stared at his stiff back for several long moments, her mind whirling. "You don't want him to touch me, do you?" she finally whispered.

The lanky teenager's tightened fists provided her with an eloquent answer, and she stared at him in confused wonder. Then an awed light filled her slanting dark eyes. "Husän...do you think I'm beautiful?" she softly urged.

A low, tortured groan of agony echoed in Husän's throat as he imagined tossing her long, protective robes aside and tasting her luscious little body. "You have no idea!" he rasped, his voice husky with open desire. "Go away, Sera...go back to the palazzo! You don't belong here!"

But Sera wasn't ready to leave yet. "Do you want to touch me, Husän?" she persisted, daring to step closer. "Like they do to each other, at his parties?"

Husän's willful flesh was so hard now that it was jutting up against his rough-spun robes, making a distinctive bulge at his waist as he straightened. "Go away, Sera!" he gritted, clenching his fists. Heat and damp warmth were surging up and down the length of his shaft, making it impossible to think clearly. "Please!"

Sera laid a soft hand on his shoulder, and felt his body jerk in response. "But you're my best friend!" she protested. "Don't you understand, Husän? I want you to touch me!"

Gods above, she had no idea what she was saying! She couldn't realize what she was doing to him...

"Please, Husän?" she whispered against his long, tousled hair.

Another fierce shudder swept through him as she curled her arms around his waist and trustingly laid her head on his shoulder. She was pressing against him so tightly that she must be able to feel his hardened flesh thrusting up beneath his robe, searching for her sweet softness!

"Sera, you don't know what you're asking!" he groaned, gasping for breath.

Seraphia had seen the stallions in a mating rut, so she knew what that hard lump beneath his dusty robes meant. Its hot pressure against her quivering thighs instantly inflamed her body with breathless shivers. Husän was so aroused, he must want to touch her, despite his fierce protests!

A slow smile curved Sera's lips as she stepped back again, and fumbled with her long cloak. "I think maybe I do!" she teased...and let her cloak slowly fall into the straw.

Husän had always suspected that she wore very little beneath her robes...but he'd never known for certain. Until now, when the soft cloth fell away, revealing her lush curves and the dark triangle between her slender legs.

Uncontrollable dampness instantly spurted from his hardened shaft, marring his own dusty robe with a darkening stain. But neither of them noticed, because they were already falling down into the thick straw and clinging to each other with frenzied strength.

The first touch of Husän's hot mouth seared into Seraphia like a fiery brand, sparking a million tiny sparks through her racing veins. This was the dream she'd had in the early morning hours, the one that had left her feeling so lost and melancholy...and empty inside, like a chalice needing to be filled! No wonder she'd instinctively sought out Husän's company, even though it was broad daylight and anyone could walk in on them!

Husän was beyond thinking as her full breasts caressed his cheek with silky allure, tempting him beyond belief! Sizzling wildfire flooded his reeling brain with dazzling colors as he slid reverent hands down Sera's slender body, then eagerly tasted every inch of her trembling skin.

Gods above, she tasted even sweeter than he'd dared imagine! And she was ready to fully experience womanhood! Her every trembling gasp and eager shiver spoke of her growing need to feel his hardened body merging with hers!

"Now, Sera!" he moaned, clinging to her with desperate strength. The hot pulsing in his steely flesh was driving him insane with longing, and could not be denied any longer! "Now, please..."

Her soft thighs were already spread wide beneath his as they strained and rolled together, panting for breath. Wet, satiny warmth enveloped him as he feverishly slid his hands beneath her slim hips and pulled her against him. Then his surging shaft was thrusting into her soft flesh, harder and deeper until they were locked together, moaning with delight.

"Husän...gods above... Husän..." Sera's clear voice suddenly rose as a wave of exquisite pleasure abruptly coursed through her straining body, and her hands tightened on his lean, flexing hips. "Husän, yes..."

Another burst of slick wetness erupted from Husän's thudding flesh as her hands slid under his robe, caressing his muscled back. He'd longed for her sweet touch for so very long! And now she was finally his, clinging to him with frenzied strength as hot orgasmic bursts shot through her trembling body...

"This is what they do at Prince Omar's wild parties!" he panted as they came together again, moaning with delight. "This, and so much more..."

Sera's small face was flushed with rapture. "Show me?" she gasped, reaching between them to stroke his hardened length. "Show me everything! I've wanted this for so long, Husän!"

A low moan escaped the eager stable-boy as her agile fingers quickly found his most sensitive flesh, and caressed him with innate skill. "Let me move behind you!" he panted, his chest heaving. "I'll show you...oh dear gods, Sera, your body is so soft and sweet!"

His long cloak joined hers in the dusty straw as they changed positions, and Sera let Husän reverently part her thighs again. Then she caught her breath in surprise as his hot tongue delved into her soft flesh, searing her to the core of her very soul! Shocked, she lurched forward and almost banged her head on the stable wall. Husän chuckled, and gently pulled her back. "Careful, Sera, you'll disturb Abyad!" he warned in a low voice.

The young white stallion, hearing his name, lowered his head over the rope partition and gave them a friendly nudge with his muzzle. Sera automatically reached up to stroke his silky nose, then gasped in shocked wonder. "Husän, look at him!" she marveled, pointing. "He's even bigger than you are!"

The yearling stallion shook his head and stamped his feet, as if understanding her awed words. Then he nudged her again, and blew a sweet hay-scented breath against her tousled hair.

Husän eyed the stallion's fully-extended length, and laughed. "Perhaps he wants to be inside you just as much as I do!" he teased, sliding agile fingers between her thighs and stroking her.

Sera's eyes widened. "Does he truly?" she breathed, intrigued by the tantalizing thought. The stallion was pressing against his stall rope, so close to them that she could almost reach out and touch him.

Some devilish little impulse moved her hand of its own volition. Abyad jumped as she curled tentative fingers around his swollen length. Husän laughed as the young stallion snorted in surprise, and stamped his feet in the straw again.

"He's never been mated," he whispered in Sera's ear. "He's still too young and small. Be careful, or he might find that he likes it! Then he'll never leave you alone!"

"Do you like it?" Sera teased, curling her other hand around Husän's surging shaft. Horse and stable-boy both shuddered as she began to stroke them in unison, a wondering glow in her eyes.

"Will it make him feel good, Husän?" she urged, as the teen's gasp of surprise dissolved into ragged, lustful panting. "Look, it must! He's getting even harder!"

"So am I!" Husän moaned, struggling up onto his knees. "Abyad can wait his turn, Sera...I need you right now!"

Seraphia eagerly caught her breath as he moved behind her and impatiently spread her thighs wide again. "Be my stallion again, Husän!" she pleaded, pressing against him. His hot length instantly jutted against her sensitive flesh, then thrust into her warm depths with new vigor.

"This is what Prince Omar likes best!" Husän panted, stroking her smooth back with reverent hands as he arched deeper into her willing body. Then he carefully slid a finger into her other tighter passage, and felt the low moan of delight that vibrated through her quivering frame.

"More, Husän!" she pleaded, her voice cracking with desire. "Please, it feels so good!"

Husän gently inserted another long finger, and rocked his hand back and forth. Sera's instant cry of ecstasy startled Abyad, who stamped several times and butted her bare shoulder with his prickly muzzle.

"Dear gods...Husän..." Sera's ecstatic cry filled the long stable as he suddenly pulled away, then eagerly thrust his pulsing length deep into her other dark opening. "Now, yes!"

Sera's passionate response was so incredibly intense, Husän simply couldn't hold back another instant! Hot spasms shook his lean body as another fierce orgasm surged through him.

Panting, they fell together into the straw. Then Sera choked back a startled laugh as something hot brushed her cheek, and she looked up at Abyad's muscular white belly.

"We rolled into his stall!" she teased Husän. "Careful, he'll step on us!"

The lanky stable-boy wearily shook his head. "No, he's being careful," he mumbled in a drowsy voice. "See how he's straddling us both?"

Abyad's hard, hot shaft bumped against Sera's face, and instinctively she curled her fingers around it again. "Almost like he wants to join us!" she whispered as the young stallion snorted again in surprise. "Does this feel good, Abyad?" she added with a winsome smile as her fingers slid up and down his huge length.

Husän's eyes were closed, and his breathing had steadied. An impish grin curved her lips as she stroked Abyad's immense erection with quickening interest, and felt the young stallion quiver in response. How quickly he'd lost his scruffy baby coat--why, he truly was a stallion now, not just a spindly colt! Of course he was still much smaller than the full-grown stallions...but he was so beautifully conformed! All over!

Then she pursed her lips as a provocative thought occurred to her. Abyad's hot shaft was much larger than Husän's, of course...but not nearly as large as the older stallions. Was it small enough to fit inside her?

She'd always found the sight of horses mating so intensely erotic and arousing...and here was her favorite young stallion, visibly aroused by her brazen touch! Surely she should return the favor, rather than leave him unsatisfied and tormented by his bold, intense arousal!

"Would you like that, Abyad?" she whispered, increasing her sensual rhythm. "Would you like to know what it's like to mate with a female?"

The stallion nickered again, and moved even closer. That decided Seraphia. She'd always wondered what it was like, and this was her golden opportunity! Husän was asleep, he'd never know. And no one else was around...

Grinning with anticipation, she rose onto her knees and centered herself between Abyad's front legs. The stallion instantly stopped his restless stamping, and stood perfectly still. His hot, swollen flesh slid along her bare back as she leaned forward, then came to rest between her parted thighs.

If she was really going to try this, how could she angle him inside her? Sera considered the problem for a moment, then arched her slender hips higher, and reached between her legs to stroke Abyad's jutting shaft.

He was actively pressing against her, searing her soft flesh with his heat. But he knew no more about mating than she had only a few scant hours ago. There must be some way to help him...

A sudden soft gasp warned her that Husän's dark eyes had opened. Then he laughed in mingled shock and delight. "What an unpredictable little minx you are, Sera!" he teased her, rolling out of the way. "You really want to try this? Even Prince Omar would never consider such a thing!"

The provocative heat from Abyad's steely flesh between Sera's thighs was driving her crazy with fierce longing! Panting, she increased her tempo, and felt that hardened shaft begin to jut against her, just where she wanted it!

"Lift yourself higher, Sera!" Husän urged, grasping Abyad's thick shaft and boldly pressing it against her wet softness. "Now press back! Harder... deeper... let him fill you..."

Sera's eyes widened in mingled shock and delight as that huge, hard crest slowly pushed deeper...deeper... "Dear gods!" she suddenly moaned, arching her hips higher. "Husän, yes..."

Abyad let out an excited nicker as soft, wet warmth abruptly enclosed his hot flesh, and began to rock up and down beneath him.

"He's in you, Sera!" Husän gasped, wide-eyed with wonder. By instinct, he caught his own swelling shaft in his other hand, and began to eagerly stroke it. "Gods above, I never thought he'd be able to fit, he's so thick! Is it good?"

Sera's frantic moans of delight sent sparks of hot pleasure racing through his own feverish veins. It was so incredibly arousing, watching her hump up and down in writhing ecstasy beneath the young stallion!

"Husän...sweet heavens, he's getting bigger..." Panic suddenly tinged Sera's rising voice as Abyad snorted and began to stamp his feet around them. "But... so good... aaaahhhhhhh..."

"Ride him, Sera!" Husän breathlessly urged, eagerly stroking himself to a new peak of desire. "Ride him hard and fast!"

Sera's frenzied cries were driving him insane with sheer lust! Never in his life had he imagined anything so incredibly arousing!

Suddenly the girl's eyes bugged, and her fingers desperately clutched at the scattered straw. An instant later, long shudders swept through Abyad's sleek body, and his hardened flesh began to visibly pulse. Sera sprawled forward as huge spurts of white liquid exploded from the stallion's long shaft and splattered across her bare back. Her ecstatic cry was drowned out by Abyad's triumphant whinnying, and Husän's echoing shout.

Sera weakly rolled over just as Husän's own fierce orgasm erupted, and his head fell back. Hot bursts of slick fluid instantly erupted from his pulsing flesh and glistened across her heaving breasts. The ecstatic look on his face was so delightful, she felt another surge of pleasure sweep through her tingling belly!

"Sera...my sweet Sera..." Husän dizzily fell across her, and curled his arms around her soft body. "I never dreamed that you could give me such pleasure..."

"Or Abyad, either!" Seraphia softly smiled, as the stallion butted her damp shoulder with his nose. "In a few more months, he'll have grown too big for me to take him inside, won't he, Husän?"

"Hmmm?" Husän drowsily lifted his head and considered the contented young horse for a moment. Then he settled back down and nuzzled her soft breasts with his agile tongue. "Probably. But I'll always be here for you, Sera...whenever and wherever you want me..."

An impish grin slowly curved the girl's lips as she considered the intriguing possibilities. Husän...and Abyad...and after him, there would be many more young, virile stallions to train...and someday she was sure that Prince Omar would invite her to partake in his wild orgy-parties...

No question about it, her life was about to change--for the better! And she could hardly wait!