Chapter Twelve: The Ebony Horse, Part One
Prince Kamar al-Akmar sighed as he knocked on the door of his sister's bedroom. He could hear banging and crashing from inside, and his knock was answered by a solid thud as something slammed into the door from inside.
"Be at ease, Nyra," said Kamar. "It's me."
The clamor suddenly stopped, and the door swung open. Kamar caught a brief glimpse of angry blue eyes and golden tresses, and then he felt a hand grab his arm and violently pull him into the room.
While he heard his sister locking the door behind him, he stood there for a moment and surveyed the wreckage. A large mirror on the far wall was now home to a spiderweb of cracks. The pillows of the bed had been severely mistreated, and feathers danced through the air like snow. He sniffed, detecting a pungent fragrance in the air - no doubt having something to do with the fact that there were broken perfume bottles on the floor, along with all sorts of other debris. The drawers of the dresser had been pulled out, and their contents had been flung in all directions. He smirked as he picked up a bra of sky-blue satin. "I see you've been redecorating."
She stormed across the room, her bare feet somehow managing to avoid the shards of broken glass. She gathered her satin silver robe tighter around her slender waist and sat down upon the disheveled bed with a smoldering frown. "I'm going to kill him," she growled.
The prince stepped gingerly through the clutter. "I believe that murder is generally frowned upon," he said, "even for the king's daughter."
"It's the king I want to kill," she said.
The prince nodded slowly, trying to keep a straight face. "I see. Any particular reason?"
She sighed. "You know how he's so damned curious about inventions?"
"Sure," he said, sitting down beside her. "But that's hardly a reason to kill him."
"Look, can you stop making fun of me? I'm being serious."
Kamar nodded. "I'm sorry. Go on."
She sighed again, and her hands began to absently toy with the hem of her robe. Kamar could not help but notice how the robe failed to conceal her shapely thighs. His sister had ripened into a beautiful young woman, a fact that he forced himself to ignore as she began to describe her woes. "During the holiday yesterday, three craftsmen came to visit the palace. They had each created gifts for the king - the usual kinds of useless, idiotic gadgets, I imagine. Well, it seems that the king enjoyed these gifts so much that he promised one of the inventors that he could have me for his wife!"
He nodded. "And...?"
She looked at him as if he had just uttered the most profound blasphemy imaginable. "Have you seen this inventor?"
"No, why?"
"He is the ugliest man I have ever seen. And he's old, too! I think he must be at least forty!"
"Good heavens, forty? Why, he's almost ready for the grave." Kamar grinned.
The princess sighed and lay back upon the bed. Though he tried not to stare, the prince could not help but notice how her firm young breasts bulged up beneath the robe. "You don't understand," she said. "There's no way I'm going to marry that man."
He reclined next to her, propping himself up on one elbow. "You have to. The king has the right to say whom you will marry."
"I defy the king," she said. "I will marry the man I want, not the man he wants."
"And how do you intend to do this? The king will never allow it."
She shrugged. "Then I'll run away."
"Be serious."
"I AM being serious. I'm not going to stay here if it means sacrificing myself to that repulsive man."
"Where would you go? How would you live?"
His sister thought for a moment, biting her lower lip as she stared up at the ceiling. "You could come with me."
"What?"
She rolled herself toward him, leaning her cheek on her palm as she stared at him with a sudden eagerness. "You could come with me."
"I can't leave. I've got responsibilities."
She made a face. "Who needs responsibilities? Wouldn't you like to get out of this place, and be free from all the things they expect from you?"
"It's not that easy..."
"Come on, it would be fun. We could travel all over the world together, just you and me. We could pretend to be husband and wife..." She stopped herself and looked away as a blush spread over her cheeks. "I didn't mean it like that..."
"Nyra, I'm not going anywhere, and neither are you."
She slumped back upon the bed. "Then I am doomed to never know love." She began to absently stroke her belly. "I will be forced to give myself to a man who means nothing to me, and I shall become his servant, his plaything." She closed her eyes and sighed despondently. "I could not imagine a fate more cruel than this."
The prince stared at his sister, and his heart was filled with pity. She was right, though; this marriage would be an imprisonment, binding her forever to a man she did not love. "Don't give up just yet, Nyra. I'll speak to the king."
Her eyes opened, and she propped herself up again. "You mean it?"
He smiled and nodded. "No promises, mind you...but I will at least see what I can do."
Nyra's smile seemed to brighten the whole room. She slid right next to him and threw her arms around him, giving him a kiss on the cheek.
It was a harmless kiss, a gesture of affection between sister and brother. But when Kamar felt those soft lips upon his cheek, he felt a sudden fever course through his body. He instantly became aware of how close her body was, and that awareness went straight to his cock, causing it to stiffen and grow. He looked into his sister's blue eyes and suspected that she was also falling prey to the same sudden arousal. Her arms had not left him, nor had she pulled her body away from his. She simply lay there, silently watching his face as her proximity began to work its sensual spell on him. She made no objection when he returned her embrace, his arms reaching around her back, pressing her even closer against him.
And then they were kissing, but certainly not the way that brothers and sisters usually kiss. With their lips locked together, their tongues began to wrestle - tentatively at first, and then hungrily, and both of them were soon panting from the excitement of their growing passion. Kamar slid his hands up and down his sister's back, caressing her all the way from her shoulders to the soft curves of her fleshy bottom. She began to moan into his mouth as his hand found its way between her thighs, gently massaging her satin-covered crotch with teasing strokes. Nyra's small hands had begun their own exploration of his muscular young body, and he had no doubt that she would like what she found.
Kamar's mouth left his sister's lips and moved down to her neck, where he began to kiss and suck her flesh. Nyra's mouth opened and closed, and her chest rose and fell in time with her heavy breathing. "Kamar..." she whispered. "We...we shouldn't be doing this..." Her brother stopped sucking her and looked into her eyes. His hand had found its way beneath her robe, and was now snaking inside her panties. "Kamar..." she pleaded. "Don't..." He watched her face as his fingers began to tickle her naked pussy. Her mouth opened wide, and she began to give little gasps of pleasure as his hand went to work on her sex. Soon she was making little feminine whimpers and grunts, and Kamar knew that she would not be making any more protests. When his fingers found their way up inside her juicy cunt, she shuddered and moaned. It was not long before her hips were bucking against his fingers as they mercilessly drove in and out of her excited young twat. Kamar smiled at the sight of his beautiful sister squirming in pleasure as a result of what he was doing to her. With just a few fingers, he was driving her wild, and he knew it wouldn't be long before she fell over the edge and into the abyss of orgasmic surrender. His fingers swiveled around inside the folds of her hot, wet flesh as his thumb began to nudge against her clit. Though he couldn't see the little pleasure bud, he saw the electric effect it was having on his writhing sister. After a few more seconds of rubbing and fucking, she threw her head back and let out a low, guttural moan. Kamar felt her hot love cream gushing out onto his fingers, and he kept frigging her clit with rapid strokes as if milking her pussy for cum. When her pleasure storm at last subsided, her panties were completely soaked. Dazed and content, she lay at her brother's side, welcoming his loving kisses and caresses. If she was a cat, she would have been purring.
But Kamar wasn't quite through with her yet. He began to take off his clothes, tossing each piece of cloth onto the floor along with the rest of the wreckage. Nyra lay on the bed and watched him as he undressed. "What are you doing?" she asked.
"What does it look like I'm doing?"
"Kamar, you can't make love to me."
He looked at her in confusion. "Why not?"
"Because I'm your sister, that's why. It would be wrong."
"It would be wrong of you to refuse to marry the man your father chooses, and yet you do it anyway." Kamar slid his undergarments off, bringing his naked cock into view. Nyra eyes immediately dropped to the rigid organ, and she stared at it in lustful fascination. Kamar noticed her reaction and smiled. "You like the sight of it, don't you?" He played with his swollen cock, bobbing it up and down as he moved toward her. "You will enjoy the way this feels, when I push it inside you."
"Be serious," she said. "What if I became pregnant?"
"Then you would have a beautiful child in nine months." Kamar crawled on top of his sister's body, allowing his cock to hang down toward her belly. "When I start to fuck you, it won't matter to you that I'm your brother, or that you might get pregnant. All that will matter is the cock working its way in and out of your hungry cunt." He began to unfasten the sash that held her robe together at the waist.
"Stop it, Kamar. This has gone too far." Nyra tried to get away, but her brother grabbed her arms and pinned her to the bed. "Let me go!" She struggled fiercely, but he was too strong for her. Just as she was about to scream for help, Kamar reached inside her robe and began to grope her crotch again. Nyra gasped and tried to clamp her thighs together, but she only managed to trap his hand next to her satin-covered pussy. She winced as his fingers started to go to work on her again, furtively rubbing and digging at her pussy lips through the thin lingerie. "Stop it," she pleaded.
But her brother didn't stop. He was so horny now, and there was no way that he was going to leave this bedroom without thoroughly fucking his sister. She knew it, too, judging from the fear in her eyes. But as his fingers continued to massage her tender vulva, her struggling slowly began to subside. He was filling her up with lust again, and he felt confident that she would soon be happy to spread her legs for him.
Kamar released his sister's arm and slowly pried her robe open, revealing the inside bulges of her creamy breasts. "Kamar...don't..."
Ignoring his sister's feeble protests, he parted her robe all the way. He was pleased to find that she wasn't wearing a bra, and he took a few seconds to stare at her taut pink nipples. Then he leaned down and started to lick her left breast. The lick soon evolved into a slow sensuous suckling as his mouth tugged on her stiff nipple. He felt her hands upon his shoulders, trying to push him away, but he simply grabbed her wrists and held them apart as he continued to slurp at her engorged tit. The more he suckled her, the less she fought him. Soon he heard her sighing softly, and he knew that she was on the verge of giving in. He let go of her wrists, and she immediately wrapped her arms around his back, caressing his muscular frame as he feasted upon her succulent breasts and groped at her lust-soaked panties.
It wasn't long before Nyra was moaning in sexual hunger. Between his tit-sucking and his pussy-rubbing, Kamar had brought his sister to a boiling point, and now she was ready for mating. There were no struggles or protests as he slid her damp panties down her sensuous legs, nor when he crawled back on top of her and pointed his dick toward her furry mound. She was about to get fucked by her brother, and she didn't care. She simply gazed down the length of her naked body and watched as the tip of his penis grazed against her moist slit. "Do it," she whispered.
Kamar slowly sank himself inside her, feeling his penis enveloped with delicious wet warmth. Inch by inch, his cock wormed its way into his sister's juicy shaft, making her gasp and moan. When his cock was buried all the way inside her, he just let it rest there for a moment, basking in the sheer pleasure of her hot, squeezing pussy. Then, very slowly, he began to slide out of her - and then, just as slowly, he slid his cock back into her again. In and out, in and out, he rhythmically rubbed his thick organ inside her tight wet snatch. Nyra began to whimper, and soon she was begging him to fuck her harder.
The bed began to shake and creak as he drilled his hard meat into his panting sister. The sight of her beautiful body spread out beneath him was driving him wild, and he knew it wouldn't be long before he lost control of himself. He tried to force himself not to fuck her too quickly, for he knew that a rapid, frenzied rhythm would lead him right into an orgasm, and he wanted to keep pumping her pussy for as long as he could. The little noises she was making certainly didn't help things, either. Every panting whimper, every lust-filled grunt made him want to fuck her as fast as he could, until he was joyously spewing bursts of sperm into her frothing cunt.
Nyra didn't seem to mind the incestuous cock-pounding she was getting. With every deep plunge of her brother's dick, she writhed and moaned in agonized pleasure. As Kamar worked his penis in and out of her steamy cunt, she began to play with her breasts. He watched as she squeezed and caressed her supple flesh, gently pulling at her swollen nipples, which were still coated with his saliva. She bit her lip and smiled lustfully up at her brother, and he smiled back at her as he speared his cock into her again. They were both aware of the sin they were committing, but any sort of guilt they might have felt was completely washed away by the delicious pleasure of fucking each other. This wasn't about brother and sister anymore; it was about male and female - and the fact that their coupling was forbidden only made it more exciting. By the time Nyra's second orgasm rippled through her, she didn't even care about the risk of impregnation. She knew that her womb was ripe and ready to receive a child - but as her pussy convulsed and erupted with cum, she knew that there was no way that she could say no to her brother's cock. When she felt it plowing inside her cunt again, she bucked her hips up to match each thrust, eagerly accepting his impregnating tool into her hungry vagina.
By now, Kamar had lost control of himself. Seeing his sister's lovely body writhe in orgasm had pushed him over the edge, and now he was fucking her like a madman, plunging deep inside her gooey cunt with swift, brutal thrusts. Nyra moaned helplessly as he rapidly pumped his engorged cock in and out of her pussy, and she knew that it would be only a matter of seconds before he flooded her womb with his seed. If she had any strength left in her, she might have tried to push him away. But her orgasms had left her weak and dazed, and she knew she would not have been able to stop Kamar. So she simply lay there and moaned as sank his seductive cock into her pussy again and again, waiting to feel the bursts of cream that would make her a mother.
The wet noise of their fucking filled the room, mixing with an occasional grunt or gasp. Kamar grabbed his sister's thighs and pulled them up into the air as he pistoned his cock deep inside her sopping pussy. His cock throbbed as it slid in and out of her slippery twat, and he began to feel the semen boiling up from his testicles. He pumped her pussy a few more times and then gave one final thrust, burying his erection all the way inside her cunt as the orgasmic pulsing began. Spurt after spurt after spurt of impregnating fluid shot deep inside his sister, setting off another explosion of ecstasy from her throbbing pussy.
They held each other close throughout the afterglow, gently kissing each other and savoring the pleasant sensation of flesh against flesh. Although they regretted getting carried away by their lust, they had to admit that it had been a wonderful experience, and each of them knew that it wouldn't be long before their next sexual encounter.
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Unbeknownst to the intimate siblings, the Persian inventor to whom Nyra had been promised in marriage was standing right outside the door to her bedroom. He had heard enough to know that the king's daughter would never willingly marry him, nor would her brother allow it. His first step would be to get rid of Kamar - and then, with the prince out of the way, he would be free to seduce the young princess. He schemingly rubbed his hands together as he made his way back to his own bedroom, where he planned to masturbate himself as soon as possible.