Chapter Six: The Bonds of Matrimony
"I do not understand," said King Shahryar. "Your daughter knows that I shall have her executed tomorrow morning, yet she still wishes to become my wife?"
"That is her request, my lord," replied the vizier. "She is quite adamant, I assure you."
The king paced around his chamber, his brow furrowed in thought. "Perhaps she means to murder me."
"I do not think so, your majesty. My daughter is a kind and gentle girl, not given to acts of violence."
"Still, she is a woman...and women are capable of much deceit." The king stopped his pacing and turned to the vizier. "I will accept your daughter as my bride. I will make love to her this night, but she will not live to see another."
The vizier bowed his head. "As you command, my lord."
And so it was arranged. The wedding ceremony was brief and devoid of the joy that usually accompanies such a binding of souls. Those who were present to witness the exchange of vows were solemn, and many of them wept openly.
The king gazed at Scheherazade in curiosity, trying to perceive why she would willingly consent to this fatal marriage. Her eyes returned his gaze with an equal measure of curiosity, and he could tell that the woman was no simpleton. She knew what she was doing, and this caused the king to become even more suspicious. And yet, despite his trepidation, he thought that the vizier's daughter was very beautiful, and he found himself eagerly looking forward to bedding her this evening.
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Scheherazade's hand trembled as she brushed her hair. Though she was determined to try to end the king's madness, she knew that her task might prove impossible, and that failure would result in her death tomorrow morning. Still, she had to try. And even if she was fated to die, at least she would have one final night of pleasure before her extinction.
There was a noise at the curtain, and two muscular guards entered her room. "You are to come with us at once," they said.
Scheherazade's heart raced with fear as they marched her through the corridors of the palace. Had the king decided to forego his passion this evening? Was she to be executed immediately, without even a chance to win the king's heart?
Her worries subsided somewhat as the guards escorted her into the a lavish bedchamber. She was ordered to remove her clothes, and she obediently did so. She felt the eyes of the guards upon her naked flesh as they commanded her to lie upon the bed and spread her arms and legs. Again she complied, and winced as the two men attached manacles to her wrists and ankles, securing her to the bed. The iron was cold against her flesh, and she stared apprehensively at the guards, who looked as though they wanted to mount her right then and there.
But then she saw another man enter the room, and she recognized him as the king's brother, Zaman. "What is the meaning of this?" she demanded. "Where is the king?"
"He is waiting for you," said Zaman, who approached the bed. "But he will be waiting a long time, for I intend to take you for my own."
"You are mad," said Scheherazade. "When the king discovers that you have brought me here..."
"The king will never know." Zaman sat down beside the chained bride, and stroked her shapely leg with his hand.
"He will know when I tell him." Her words were defiant, but her voice trembled in fear.
Zaman stood up and began to take off his clothes. The young bride watched helplessly as his shirt came away, revealing the hard flesh of his muscular torso. His garments sank to the floor, and her eyes immediately went to his crotch. There her gaze lingered, for his cock was beautiful to look at. The thick organ was fully erect, and the sight of its swollen hardness was enough to tantalize her mind. She felt the beginnings of lust stirring within her, and she hastily turned her head to the side to avoid looking at the thick phallus.
But then she felt his hand on her belly, his warm palm rubbing her flesh with gentle, caressing motions. "You will not tell the king, for I will give you great pleasure, and you will want only me from now on."
She wanted to deny him; she wanted to say that he was a fool, and that she would never break her oath of marriage. But then she felt Zaman's tongue upon her breast, gently licking the smooth bulging flesh. She wanted to tell him to stop, but somehow she couldn't bring herself to form the words. She felt his lips circling the skin around her nipple, and then he was suckling her. Her heart raced as the adulterous man indulgently sucked her hard tit into his mouth. With her arms and legs trapped, she had no choice but to lie there and allow him to feast upon her nipples. And even if she hadn't been bound, she didn't know if she could have forced him away. Her pussy was throbbing now, and she knew that her juices were beginning to flow. She could feel his firm cock pressed against her bare thigh. That cock would soon be thrusting inside her; she had no doubt that Zaman meant to fuck her. What made her worry was the fact that she was beginning to want him to do it.
"Zaman...please...you must not do this. Shahryar will kill you."
Zaman paused his suckling and stared into her eyes. "I care not. I was about to leave the kingdom, but when I saw you at the wedding ceremony this morning, I thought you were the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. I knew that I had to have you, and so I shall."
She began to protest, but then she felt his fingers upon her sex. Just two fingers, gently stroking the sensitive outer lips of her vulva. "You cannot tell me that you do not want me." His fingers rubbed her pussy flesh, causing her to moan softly. "I know what this is doing to you. I can feel how wet you are." It was true; she could feel him smearing her sex juice all over her pussy. She was rapidly losing control of herself, and she knew that those fingers would not stop. He was going to keep tickling her and stroking her until she gave in completely. "I can keep this up all night," he said, smiling as her hips began to make little trembling motions. He kissed the smooth flesh of her belly as he fingered her, making lazy circles up and down the length of her slimy slit. He slithered his hard body against her, and she could feel his dick sliding against her thigh, leaving trails of pre-cum in its wake. "Please don't...please stop..." Her voice was a feeble whisper now; her will to fight him was almost gone, having been weakened by the constant erotic manipulation of her sex by those clever fingers. "Please..." And then he was kissing her, and she kissed him back with a lusty fervor that signaled her complete surrender to lust.
Their passionate kiss lasted for a full minute as he lay there on top of her, feeling the warmth of her soft body beneath his. But when that minute was over, she knew the time had come. He carefully guided the head of his large cock to her hungry pussy, and she watched it approach her cunt with a feverish anticipation. The pink bulbous tip made contact with her wet labia, and then she felt it pushing inside her, slowly squirming its way up into her cunt. She moaned as the thick shaft filled her up, its hot meat tunneling deep inside her vagina. And then out again, and then in again, and then slowly, slowly, he began to fuck her. She idly tugged at her chains while the Zaman slid his dick in and out of her pussy, not more than two hours after her wedding to the most powerful man in the kingdom.
She idly thought about the king, and how he must be wondering where his pretty young bride was. Little did he suspect that she was lying here on this bed, getting fucked by his own brother. She felt that hot dick plunging into her sopping pussy, and she knew that Zaman was right. He had been able to seduce her with his thick cock, and she was truly tempted to leave the king and flee with Zaman to his own kingdom. In her mind's eye, she saw the countless nights that lay ahead of her, with her legs spread open like this, and this wonderful penis skewering her pussy with its delicious fullness. She licked her lips as he screwed her, helplessly basking in the simple, sheer pleasure of flesh inside flesh.
Zaman had become an animal now. His hips were thrusting back and forth with a faster rhythm, and he grunted in time to his frenzied cock thrusts. Scheherazade groaned and surrendered to the handsome man on top of her, feeling her body shake with every plunge of his powerful cock. The room was filled with the sounds of their lovemaking, and she began to wonder if anyone would hear them. But she was beyond caring. All she wanted was that cock, digging inside her, rubbing her, fucking her. He had done a good job on her; with that hard penis, he had made her betray her sacred marriage vows and become what she was right now: a panting, writhing woman on the brink of an adulterous orgasm. And when it broke upon her, she knew that he had won. She felt her body quake with sexual ecstasy, and for a moment she was absolutely lost in lust. During that moment, she knew no loyalty, no honor, nothing except her female cum washing out upon the invading dick of her husband's brother, who smiled as he looked down at the woman he was seducing.
And when that moment passed, she was a changed woman. She lay there and smiled in lusty contentment and Zaman continued to drill her with his cock. What did it matter if she had broken her vows? The king was a murderous madman, and the thought of leaving him was truly tempting. She gazed up at Zaman as he fucked her, and knew that he would satisfy her needs, and that she wouldn't have to worry about losing her life the next morning. So she welcomed his cock inside her, and thrilled to feel it sinking inside her cunt for the final time. She smiled when she felt the hot semen spurting into her womb, as thousands of tiny sperm swam out in search of the fertile egg that should have belonged to her husband.
What happened next was a chaotic blur. The king appeared, his face contorted by a dark, angry scowl. As if in slow motion, he pulled Zaman off the bed and slew him with his sword. Scheherazade gazed at the king in terror as he stood there, his blade dripping with blood.
"Do you have any last words?" asked the king.
Scheherazade trembled, but tried to keep her voice from shaking. "My lord, I am prepared to die. But before you slay me, please allow me to tell you a tale. If it amuses you, perhaps you may see fit to postpone my execution."
"That is a vain wish," said the king, "for I shall certainly slay you. But you may tell your tale, nevertheless."
And so Scheherazade began to tell a story...