Chapter Thirteen: The Ebony Horse, Part Two
Prince Kamar al-Akmar was extremely upset. Not only had he failed to convince his father to cancel the marriage between Nyra and the Persian inventor, but now he was fairly certain that he was about to die.
He had stormed into the royal audience chamber less than an hour ago, where the king had introduced him to the inventor. Although the man was not quite as horrible and repulsive as Nyra had described, Kamar had no intention of allowing him to marry her - mainly because he wanted her all to himself. In his mind's eye, he saw her beautiful young body sprawled on the bed, her satin robe flung wide open to reveal her soft, sensual female flesh. Even now, his cock was stirring at the thought of revisiting her hot young twat, so he wanted to make this meeting as brief as possible.
But the king was as stubborn as usual, and insisted that the Persian crafter had brought him a wonderful gift: a wooden horse that could fly. Kamar did not believe him, so his father asked the inventor to give a demonstration. The inventor happily complied, instructing Kamar to mount the horse and press a button on the saddle. Kamar promptly flew through the roof and into the sky.
Exhilaration and amazement soon gave way to horror and despair, however, when Kamar realized that the inventor had neglected to tell him how to stop the damn horse. So now here he was, hurtling toward the clouds at a terrifying speed. He might have laughed at the absurdity of his plight, except for the very real certainty of his impending death.
After several panic-filled moments during which he:
* cursed the asshole Persian inventor that had done this to him,
* sobbed,
* prayed to Allah,
* cursed Allah,
* looked down at the ground far below and thought of jumping off,
* clung to the wooden horse with all his might, fearful of falling off,
...it eventually occurred to him that the inventor might have installed a second button on the creature, which would cause the horse to descend.
After desperately poking and slamming the entire length of the wooden steed, he did indeed find a second button on the horse's shoulder. When he pressed the button, his upward movement stopped so suddenly that he was nearly thrown from the saddle. The horse began to descend, and Kamar rejoiced greatly that his life was not yet over. Indeed, he was soon maneuvering through the sky like a bird, thrilled with the newfound ability of flight.
Kamar looked at the ground below and realized that none of the terrain looked familiar. He must have journeyed quite a distance on his way up. As he drifted lower, he spotted a castle perched atop a mountain overlooking a great city below. The castle looked very well guarded, with high towers and battlements. As he swooped closer, he could see many armored guards patrolling the walls, carrying weapons that looked quite deadly. "That seems like a good place to land," said the prince.
It was twilight by now, and the growing shadows helped to conceal his arrival from the guards. It also helped that the guards were all watching the area below the walls, and none of them suspected that an intruder might arrive upon a flying horse. Kamar brought the black steed to rest upon the roof of the palace, wondering what lay in store for him within those walls...
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Princess Shams al-Nahar sighed despondently as she rested her head upon the lip of the bath. "I am never going to marry," she said.
"Oh, nonsense," said one of the slave girls, gently stroking the princess's leg with a sponge. "You'll find someone."
Nahar smiled sadly. "That's what everyone tells me. But then my father goes and chooses one of the ugliest men in the kingdom." She shook her head. "I hope I didn't anger him too much by refusing him."
"You are a princess," said another slave girl, rubbing soapy lather across Nahar's shoulders. "You have the right to choose a man who will please you."
The princess smiled again. "Oh, Tasha, if only I could find such a man - and hopefully soon. I want to enjoy the fruits of passion while I'm still young."
"I do not doubt that we will be able to find such a suitable match for you, mistress," said a third slave girl, who poured hot water onto Nahar's shoulders, causing the lather to avalanche toward her wet young breasts. "And when we do, we shall lure him into this room, and see to it that he does not leave until he is completely yours." She submerged a sponge and allowed it to glide along the princess's thigh.
"I cannot wait," said Nahar, with a sigh that hoisted her breasts out of the water. "I wish that such a man would come to me tonight, for I have hunger."
"Perhaps we can find a way to assuage that hunger," said Tasha, grinning slyly as she began to make slow circular strokes across Nahar's belly. Her fingers started to work their way down toward the princess's crotch. "We would not want our mistress to starve, now would we?"
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Kamar crept down the staircase, listening for voices or footsteps. Hearing none, he continued to descend until he at last emerged into a dimly lit corridor.
"What way do I go now?" he whispered. "Perhaps I ought to return to my horse and get out of here."
But his stomach rumbled again, irritably reminding him how long it had been since his last meal. The prince saw a light at the end of the corridor, and cautiously moved in that direction.
When he reached the end of the hallway, he almost yelped in surprise as he saw a guard sitting in a chair. Fortunately, the soldier was fast asleep and took no notice of his presence. With the stealth of a cat, Kamar stole the guard's sword and continued down another flight of stairs.
After a bewildering series of corridors and stairs, Kamar began to get dizzy. "The next door I find," he said, "will be the door that I open." He thought twice when he came to that next door and saw light spilling out from beneath it. But when he heard footsteps approaching, he decided to take his chances and quickly slipped inside.
When he quietly shut the door behind him and turned around to view his surroundings, Kamar wondered if he had stumbled into some sort of harem. There were curtains of veiled pink here and there, and a sweet floral aroma wafted through the air. The other details of the room eluded him, for his attention was immediately drawn to the four young women reclining upon pillows around a low table in the center of the room.
Kamar approached the women and dropped to his knees, placing his stolen sword upon the floor. "Good ladies, I humbly beg your forgiveness for this intrusion. I mean you no harm, and simply wish to escape from this palace with my life."
The girls looked at each other with expressions of surprise, amazement - and, although Kamar couldn't understand why, amusement.
"Who are you?" asked one of the women. She was dressed in finer robes than the other three, and he guessed that she was a lady of some importance.
"My name is Prince Kamar al-Akmar," he said, bowing his head. As soon as he said the word 'prince', he heard the girls start to giggle. "Why do you laugh so?"
"It is nothing," said the woman. "But tell us, Prince Akmar, why are you here?"
Kamar smiled. "It is a long and very strange tale, and I doubt you would believe it. I will tell it to you, if you wish...but first, could I impose upon your kindness and ask for something to eat?"
During the meal that followed, he told the girls how he had arrived at the palace. In turn, the women introduced themselves, and Kamar was pleased to learn that the woman who had spoken first was a princess. He thought that she was very beautiful, and delighted in conversing with her about her father's kingdom.
The women offered him a carafe of wine, and he gratefully accepted. He noticed that all of the women watched him intently as he sipped at the dark red liquid, as if waiting for something to happen. The wine was like nothing he had ever tasted before - a deliciously sweet flavor that seemed to fill his senses. As he drank more of the pungent liquid, he began to feel tingles of warmth coursing through his body. He described these sensations to the princess, and asked about its ingredients and preparation.
"Oh, it's an ancient recipe," she said, her eyes glowing in the candlelight. "Traditionally, a husband and wife will drink this wine on the night of their marriage. It is said that the liquor has a way of inciting love and arousing hunger in the young lovers." She drank from her own glass of wine and smiled at the prince. "If you believe that sort of thing."
Kamar DID believe that sort of thing, for he suddenly felt his cock beginning to stir restlessly within his pants. His heart was starting to pump faster, and he began to look at the four girls in a different way - not as kind hostesses, but as ripe young females. In his mind's eye, he saw himself savagely tearing their clothes away in a frantic effort to kiss and suckle the soft flesh beneath. He saw their legs parting for him, submitting to the delicious penetration of his hard cock...
He saw it in their eyes. Each of them had tasted the wine, and now they were all looking at him with the same lustful hunger he felt growing inside him. He suddenly realized that he had stumbled into some sort of trap, and he had to escape before it was too late!
He managed to stumble to his feet, but it was only a few seconds before the girls wrestled him back down onto the pillows. At first he tried to struggle, but the women held him down firmly, smiling as their eager hands grabbed at his arms and legs, caressing his taut muscles. Soon they were kissing him; he felt hot breath and soft lips on his mouth, on his neck, and on his chest as the horny young girls began to tear away his shirt. He felt as though he had fallen into a pool of sex-hungry piranha, and now he was about to be torn apart and pleasantly devoured. Maybe he could have struggled free, but the wine had somehow robbed him of any inclination to do so. The princess crawled on top of him, and when he felt her soft, fragrant skin as she pressed her body against his, he knew he was lost. He wrapped his arms around her and held her close as she kissed him, her hot tongue wrestling wetly with his own. His cock was completely hard now, straining from its prison of cloth as if trying to burst out of his pants and reach the pussy just a few inches above.
As the wine started to take full effect, the girls frantically began to remove their clothes. Kamar watched as plump young breasts came into view, jiggling delightfully in the dim candlelight. Tasha generously leaned down and dangled her breasts above the prince's mouth, allowing him to suckle her nipple. Kamar licked and sucked her tit into stiffness, causing Tasha to smile with delight. He gently caressed her breast with both hands as he pulled her swollen nipple in and out of his mouth, as if desperate to taste her milk. While he slurped away, the others managed to get the rest of his clothes off. When his undergarments slid away, he felt his cock spring up into the air, and he heard the women gasp in lustful amazement at the sight of his hard sex organ. For a moment, the girls just stared at his upright cock as if it was some sort of erotic pagan altar. Princess Nahar was the first to touch it, circling her fingers around the thick, meaty pole and giving it a few tentative strokes. Kamar moaned as she slowly pumped his penis, and paused his tit feast long enough to beg for one of the girls to fuck him.
The handmaidens urged their mistress to mount the young prince, but the horny young girl needed no encouragement. Positioning herself above Kamar's rigid pole, she squatted down until she felt the tip of his penis against her labia. Then, very slowly, she sank herself down onto the prince's cock, giving a little whimper as she felt the firm male flesh rising up inside her. Kamar was surprised to find that her cunt was already juicy, and his cock seemed to swell even larger as it squirmed up inside her vagina, as if happy to be home at last. As the princess began to writhe up and down, Kamar became so lost in the sweet sensation of her pussy-sliding that he almost failed to notice when Tasha withdrew her breasts from his mouth. He did notice, however, when she straddled his face with her thighs, smothering her furry crotch against his mouth. The musky smell of her sex overwhelmed him, and he instinctively opened his mouth and began to lick the slave girl's pussy. Tasha slid her hands up and down her slender torso and smiled in delight as the prince's tongue writhed up and down her moist snatch.
As Nahar slowly began to pleasure herself upon the prince's rock-hard cock, Tasha began to undulate her hips, grinding her hot pussy against the face between her thighs. Kamar was lost in sexual delirium as he furtively licked Tasha's cunt lips, digging his tongue inside her swollen flesh. The slave girl panted and moaned as he ate her drooling pussy, and Kamar suspected that the wine was making her lose control much faster than she normally would have. When his mouth latched on to her clit and he began flicking it with his tongue, she held her breath and then let out a long groan as her crotch squirted bursts of cum onto the prince's chin. Kamar kept up the pressure on her clit for as long as he could, until she couldn't stand it anymore and collapsed next to him in dazed contentment.
By now the princess was bouncing up and down, grunting and panting as she fucked herself upon his hard cock. Kamar placed his hands on her soft hips, sensuously massaging her flesh as she squirmed her body against his. He could feel his penis throb happily every time she buried it inside her, and he smiled up at her as she began to ride him faster. The princess glanced to her left, and Kamar followed her gaze to the other two slave girls, who were also having fun. One had crawled on top of the other, and they were passionately kissing as their fingers drove in and out of each other's pussy with a wet, sloshing sound. They were lovely to watch, but the prince's eyes soon returned to the woman who was now desperately writhing her hips, driving her lust-soaked pussy onto his rigid cock. He watched in fascination as she repeatedly impaled herself upon his thick organ, and his hands slid up and down the feverish skin of her belly as she rode him toward a frenzied orgasm. A moment later, she gasped and convulsed in ecstasy as she reached her climax, and the prince felt her warm sex cream trickling down his testicles.
As the princess removed herself from the cock that had made her writhe and squeal, she lay down next to the prince, and the two of them shared a long, lazy kiss. One of the slave girls cried out in pleasure as a result of the female tongue battering her pussy. Having milked her partner of cum, the young blonde looked around and saw the prince's cock, still standing upright and hard. Without a second thought, she got up and approached the royal penis, her eyes almost shining with lustful hunger.
Soon she was shoving her pussy onto that cock, gasping and smiling as she bucked her hips against it. The slave girl's twat felt tighter than Nahar's, but the amount of juice coating her inner walls made cock-sliding easy. The prince watched the girl's body as she screwed him, feeling his dick squirm up within her hot little pussy. Her sexy whimpers were driving him mad, and the sight of her breasts bouncing up and down was too much for him. He put his arms around her back and pulled her down onto him, eagerly suckling her breasts while she wiggled her hips against his crotch. Then he rolled her onto her back and stared into her eyes for a moment before leaning down to kiss her on the mouth. She gave a muffled moan as he held his dick and nudged it back into her pussy. When he started to fuck her, he knew it wouldn't be long before his cock was giving her a sperm bath. He drove his dick in and out of her hot young twat with a rapid pace, making her moan as she threw her head back and squirmed beneath him. He felt more horny than he had ever been in his entire life, and as he plunged his swollen organ into the blond girl's pussy, he realized he didn't even know who she was. All he knew was that she was a female, and her cunt felt wonderful as he slid his rigid penis deep inside her. The slave girl was delirious now, and she thrashed her head from side to side as he banged his cock in and out of her cunt with a brutal mating rhythm. Soon he felt the cum swelling up inside him, and he knew he was about to explode. Rather than stopping himself as he probably should have, he simply grabbed the young girl's waist and fucked her harder, until his cock was spurting hot ribbons of jizm into her sopping cunt.
The bedchamber was filled with soft sighs and moans as the dazed lovers kissed and fondled each other. Kamar watched as the third slave girl - the one who had had her pussy eaten - grabbed a bottle of wine and crawled toward the pillow next to him. She leaned down so that her breasts hung close to his face, and then she began to pour the wine down her chest. The ruby liquid trickled down her breasts and onto Kamar's lips, and she smiled when she saw his tongue lapping up the sweet liquid. She lowered her pink nipples to his mouth, and he helplessly began to suckle. She smiled and poured some more wine down her firm young breasts, and as more and more of the intoxicating liquor found its way into the prince's mouth, he felt himself becoming horny again. His cock, which he had thought would take a while to rest, was quickly regaining its hardness. The girl just kept feeding him with her wine-soaked breasts, and soon the prince's cock was fully erect. A moment later, he was grabbing her and kissing her with feverish passion.
And then there was a hot pussy was enveloping his cock once again. The slave girl moaned and ran her fingers through her dark hair as she bobbed up and down upon his rigid shaft. Kamar lay back and watched as the horny young woman pleasured herself upon his rigid dick, and idly wondered how much longer these girls would keep fucking him. He knew that the wine was somehow clouding his thoughts, forcing him to focus upon the renewed hunger in his cock. As long as they kept making him drink it, he would be a helpless slave to lust. They could keep him here as long as they wanted - days, weeks, perhaps even months. He dimly thought about trying to escape, but just then the slave girl began to fuck him faster, and the only thing he could think about was how wonderful her pussy felt as it slid wetly up and down onto his throbbing cock. He gazed up at her supple young body, and the rest of his thoughts drowned completely as he watched her bulging breasts wobble erotically. His eyes slid down her belly, lingering upon her navel as her body swayed and swiveled. She was now grinding her crotch against him, striving to create the sexual friction that would trigger her orgasm. Kamar lovingly stroked her thighs as she worked herself into a frenzy, bucking and squirming against his hard cock. And then she was coming, her dark hair whipping wildly as she shook her head and groaned in ecstasy. Her pussy overflowed with pungent juice as she writhed and reeled upon the prince's cock, riding his thick organ through the storm of her orgasm.
By the time the slave girl released his cock, Kamar was barely capable of rational thought. He looked around the bedchamber like a sex-crazed animal, his cock hanging swollen and erect between his legs. He needed a woman to fuck, and nothing else mattered. And there was the princess, lying on her back, mewling in pleasure from the attention she was receiving from the other two handmaidens. While Tasha kissed her mistress's mouth and caressed her breasts, the other girl was busily lapping at Nahar's crotch, swirling her tongue all over the sensitive sex flesh guarding the princess's pussy. And though Nahar might have been the daughter of a king, accustomed to all the grace and elegance of her noble upbringing, here she was helplessly writhing and moaning with unbridled lust as a result of what these two women were doing to her. Kamar gazed upon her sexy young body and felt an irresistible urge to plant his dick in her pussy again. Without hesitation, he pulled the slave girl aside and kneeled between Nahar's legs. The princess gazed down at his swollen cock and softly urged him to push it into her.
Kamar lay down on top of the girl, feeling the soft flesh of her belly against his. Their mouths met in a passionate kiss as they embraced and caressed each other, further stoking the fires of their lust. The prince reached down and navigated his penis toward the weeping entrance to her womb, nudging his hard flesh up and down the slick wet folds of her slit. He broke off from his kiss as he brought the tip of his engorged cock to her pussy, because he wanted to watch her face as he sank inside her. He slowly pushed his hips forward, and his flesh snake began to work its way into the princess's juicy love hole. She managed to keep looking into his eyes, but her mouth opened and she whimpered softly as his thick organ wormed up inside her. When it was all the way inside, he let it rest there for a moment, buried inside her sweet warmth. He leaned down and kissed her lips, savoring the intoxicating sensation of having her so close to him. Her hands caressed his strong back, and her mouth eagerly accepted his kiss. As he lay on top of her delicious body, her soft breasts pressed against his chest, he could feel twin pokes from her nipples, which had grown stiff and hard with anticipation. The girl was ready to be fucked, and Kamar was happy to oblige her.
He slowly slid his cock out of her pussy, and then pushed it back in again. He settled into a slow, easy rhythm - his cock slithering in and out of her slick vagina with patient, deliberate strokes. Nahar was breathing heavily, and her cheeks were tinged by a continuous blush of excitement. The prince just kept on drilling his penis into her hot pussy, watching her face as the steady cock invasions began to affect her. Every time he sank his rigid organ inside her, she took a little step closer toward the sexual boiling point that would make her scream and burst. Kamar wanted to prolong her journey; he wanted to make her body writhe and thrash beneath him; he wanted to give her the most intense pleasure that could be had from a man's cock. So he continued to screw her slowly, and took pleasure in every little whimper and gasp that she made.
The other girls had gathered around the mating couple, watching in eager fascination as the prince worked his cock in and out of the young woman beneath him. Nahar was panting now, and her hips were beginning to move in time with the insistent cock thrusts she was receiving. She had her hands on the prince's ass, and she moaned softly as he speared his dick deep inside her. It wasn't long before the girls were fingering their own pussies, gently teasing their sensitive cunt lips as they watched their mistress getting fucked by this handsome young stranger. Soon the room was filled with the erotic sounds of heavy breathing and soft feminine moans.
Kamar began to fuck the princess a little faster. His swollen cock plunged in and out of her sopping cunt with an obscene wet squishing sound, creating an audible rhythm to their mating. The princess was starting to show signs that she was well on the way toward an orgasm. Her belly rose and fell with her rapid breathing, and she gave little cries of lust that signaled her imminent loss of control. Sensing her climax to be near, the prince began to screw her even harder, pounding his stiff cock in and out of her hungry pussy with swift, savage thrusts that made her moan and writhe. He grabbed her hips as he eagerly pumped her pussy, watching as her whole body began to convulse. Then she threw her head back and gave a low, guttural groan. Kamar felt hot fluid gush out from her pussy as he continued to fuck her. He quickly reached down and smeared the silvery sex cream over the princess's swollen clit, vigorously massaging the little pink bud as the orgasm washed through her. When the throes of pleasure finally began to subside, she sank down upon the pillows and smiled as little aftershocks of pleasure coursed through her body.
While the slave girls fondled and fucked each other, Kamar lay at the princess's side and kissed her mouth. His cock was still at full attention, and he longed to bury it inside her again. Then he remembered the wine. Spotting a nearby bottle, he grabbed it and poured a glass for the princess. As she sipped the ruby liquid, Kamar poured some of the wine onto her breasts and then leaned down and began to lick what he had spilled. Soon the two of them were laughing and pouring wine all over each other. They went through several bottles, until the sweet aroma was everywhere. It wasn't long before Nahar was kissing the prince's cock as he dribbled the liquid down his shaft toward her waiting mouth. And a moment later, Kamar's mouth waited below her pussy as the wine dripped down from her crotch, and he licked the sweet juice from her swollen labia.
When he crawled on top of her this time, he had no intention of screwing her slowly. He shoved his cock into her pussy with only one thought in mind. His hips rocked back and forth between her thighs, and Nahar's body shook from the force of his cock thrusts. The young girl was delirious, and she just lay there, moaning and writhing, babbling an occasional obscene encouragement to her newfound lover as he pistoned his cock in and out of her buttery cunt with an urgent, unrelenting rhythm. The wine had driven both of them into a lust-crazed frenzy, and neither of them cared that what they were doing might create a child. The princess simply rubbed her breasts and spread her legs, smiling dizzily as Kamar's thick cock bored into her, over and over and over again. Her cunt had come alive; she felt it spasming and clutching at the invading male organ with a hunger of its own. She couldn't help it; he was drilling her so fast, so hard, and she felt another orgasm welling up inside her. The prince looked like a predatory beast as he hovered above her, staring hungrily down at her naked young body as he pumped her wet pussy with a single-minded ferocity. She felt his throbbing cock swell even larger, and he began to slow his thrusts, shoving his thick dong deep inside her. Then she felt it: a sudden gush of warmth within her cunt as his penis began to unload its impregnating cargo into her belly. As burst after burst of sperm-laden cream squirted into her receptive womb, the princess realized that this was the perfect time of the month for her egg to be fertilized. But with his hard cock burrowing inside her pussy, and with his fingers tickling her engorged clit, she cared for nothing except the orgasm that raged through her body like a continuous surge of ecstatic electricity.
The exhausted lovers collapsed next to each other, gently kissing and caressing each other through the dreamy haze of afterglow. But the night was still young, and there was plenty more wine to drink...