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From: "Stephen Gray" <sgray113@hotmail.com>
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Subject: {ASSM} Arabian Nights 14 {S Gray} (MF mc reluc cheat preg)
Date: Tue,  2 Apr 2002 07:10:03 -0500
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Chapter Fourteen:  The Ebony Horse, Part Three

 Nahar's father was less than pleased when he called upon her the next
morning and found her lying naked in the arms of a man he had never seen
before.  The angry king immediately summoned his guards and ordered them to
prepare an execution.  The princess pleaded desperately on behalf of her new
lover, claiming that he was a prince and that she intended to marry him.
But her father would not listen to her.  He told her that she would marry
the man that HE chose, and there was nothing more to be said.

 It was then that Kamar spoke to the king.  He boasted of his prowess in
combat, and challenged the king to a duel.  He claimed that he could defeat
a dozen of the king's best soldiers in mounted combat, without receiving so
much as a scratch.  The king laughed at this, and said that the man was
crazy.  He accepted the challenge, however, for he knew that this would
provide his soldiers some sport while also accomplishing the man's
execution.

 The prince was marched to the castle courtyard, and several horses were
brought forth.  "I will have none of these," said Kamar.  "Instead, I choose
my own horse.  You will find it on the castle roof."

 Everyone laughed at this, and they laughed again when it was discovered
that there was indeed a wooden horse atop the castle towers.  They brought
it down into the courtyard for the amusement of all, and Kamar ignored their
jeers as he mounted the ebony steed.  The laughter slowly faded as the
audience anxiously awaited the slaughter that was sure to come.  Kamar
calmly sat there and waited for the king's signal.

 With a wave of the royal hand, the soldiers all charged him at once, their
deadly lances poised for the kill.  Kamar leaned forward and pressed a
button, causing his enchanted horse to fly up into the air.  The courtyard
was filled with murmurs of surprised awe as the prince swept up over their
heads, grinning and waving farewell.  The king roared with anger, and the
princess began to weep as her beloved prince disappeared into the sky.

**********************************************************

 Nahar spent the rest of that day in utter misery.  How could fate be so
cruel?  Finding the man of her dreams, only to lose him the very next
morning.  She didn't blame Kamar for leaving her, for she doubted that any
man would dare to face the wrath of her powerful father.  But that didn't
change the fact that she was alone again, and would probably stay that way
until the king forced her to marry some man she didn't love.  So she stayed
in her room and wept until sleep finally granted her a reprieve from sorrow.

 She was awakened by a hand gently shaking her shoulder.  Her eyes opened,
and she thought that she must be dreaming, for she saw Kamar leaning over
her bed, his eyes full of love.  She immediately wrapped her arms around
him, and felt him return her embrace.  She didn't care if it was a dream; to
her, this moment was pure bliss.

 But it wasn't a dream.  Kamar had returned to her, and he intended to take
her away from the palace, away from her angry father.  He wanted to marry
her, and her heart swelled with joy as he told her these things, for she
wanted nothing more than to be with him for the rest of her days.

 So the two of them fled the castle atop the flying horse.  Nahar rested her
head contentedly on the prince's muscular back as they sailed through the
night sky.

 The next morning, they arrived on the outskirts of the prince's city.
Kamar brought the horse to rest in a secluded garden, and told the princess
that he would go into the city and announce his intention to marry.  Then,
when all the preparations were made, he would return to her and escort her
into the city amidst crowds of cheering people, with banners flying and
music playing - a reception befitting the new princess.

 What the prince did not know, however, was that the Persian inventor who
had crafted the horse had hidden himself in that very same garden, and that
the conniving man had heard every word the prince had said.  The inventor
had been hiding there ever since the king had threatened to have him
executed, and he was anxious to take his revenge against the royal family.
And what better revenge could there be than to steal this beautiful young
bride away?

 So he waited until half an hour had passed after the prince's departure,
and then he approached the princess.  Her beauty caught him off-guard, and
it took him a moment before he could speak.  He claimed to be Rataan, the
king's herald, and said that he had come to lead her to a place where she
could prepare herself for the reception ceremony.  Nahar distrusted him at
first, due to his shabby appearance.  But she was reassured when he said he
knew the secret of the wooden horse, and he urged her to mount at once so
that they would not be late.  The princess happily complied, and seated
herself on the horse.

 Soon the two of them were soaring up into the air.  The inventor smiled as
the princess wrapped her arms around his waist.  He liked the way it felt,
to be embraced by a beautiful young woman.  It was a feeling that he hoped
to enjoy many more times, because if everything went according to plan, the
princess would soon belong to him.

 "Where are we going?" she asked, shouting above the roar of the wind.  "The
castle is back that way."

 "You will soon see," he said.  "Please be patient, your highness.  We are
almost there."

 The inventor lived in a small mansion at the edge of the city.  He had
designed the house himself, intending to use it both as a workshop and as a
comfortable living place for himself and his bride, which he had hoped would
be the king's daughter.  There were no other buildings nearby; the house was
relatively isolated, perched atop a hill covered by tall trees.  It would be
a perfect place for someone who wanted to hide himself - and someone else -
from the rest of the world.

 The aerial horse descended into the courtyard, and the inventor helped the
princess to dismount.  He led her to the door and invited her inside.

 "Welcome to my humble abode," he said, gesturing around the lavish parlor.
"Please, make yourself comfortable.  Would you like anything to eat?"

 "No, I am fine, thank you.  Perhaps just a glass of water..."

 "Oh, I have something better than water, my dear.  Wait right here, I shall
return in a moment."

 The inventor scurried downstairs and into his workshop.  He passed all of
his various contraptions-in-progess and proceeded straight toward a pantry
that was filled with bottles and jars.  After squinting at the labels for a
moment, he selected a decanter filled with a clear violet liquid...

************************************************************************

 Nahar paced around the living room, inspecting the various paintings and
decorations.  Her host clearly had a fondness for erotic art.  Everywhere
she looked, she saw images and sculptures of women in various states of
undress, most of them being pleasured by men in one way or another.  The
paintings were tasteful, but their common theme filled the princess with
apprehension.  What if the king's herald was some sort of depraved man,
luring her here only to take advantage of her?  She hadn't seen any
servants; as far as she knew, she was all alone in this house, and at the
mercy of the man who had brought her here.  But she took comfort in the fact
that he knew the secret of the flying horse - did that not prove that he was
the prince's trusted ally?  And besides, what man would dare to tempt the
wrath of a king?

 So the princess forced herself to remain calm, seating herself on a plush
sofa and patiently waiting for Rataan to return.  She didn't have long to
wait, for he was soon bounding up the steps with a bottle of wine in one
hand and a glass in the other.

 "Here we are," he said, filling a glass for the princess.  "This is one of
the finest vintages that the kingdom has to offer.  I think you will be very
well pleased by it."  He handed the glass to the princess.

 Nahar hesitated, recalling the ritual wine that she had given to Kamar to
incite his lust.  She didn't think that anyone outside of her own kingdom
knew about such wine, but she didn't dare take any chances.  She accepted
the glass, but set it aside on a nearby table.  "When are we to arrive at
the palace?"

 "Very soon, I think.  The prince instructed me to bring you here, and we
are to wait until all of the preparations have been made."  He gestured
toward the wine.  "Do you not want to try it?"

 She shook her head.  "Not right now...perhaps a bit later.  Though I will
take a glass of water, if you would be so kind as to bring me one."

 His face fell in visible disappointment.  "Oh, yes, of course.  I shall
return momentarily."  He quickly left the room, and the princess frowned.
Though it was possible that the wine was drugged, it was also possible that
she had refused to sample a very precious vintage, and that she had
unwittingly insulted the king's vizier by her refusal.  He was being so kind
to her, it hardly seemed likely that his intentions were anything other than
benevolent.  She resolved to show more kindness to him during their next
encounter.

************************************************************************

 By the time noon arrived, Nahar was getting impatient.  She wanted to see
Kamar again, and the waiting was like torture to her.  But she forced
herself not to complain to her host, nor to constantly badger him with
questions.  She realized that the royal welcoming ceremony would probably
take time, and she resigned herself to the fact that she would probably have
to wait a bit longer to be reunited with her handsome lover.

 Rataan continued to attend to the princess, and kept asking if there was
anything that he could do for her.  Unfortunately, he was unable to deliver
anything that she really wanted.  When she asked about a change of clothes,
he told her that the appropriate ceremonial garb would arrive along with the
prince's summons.  When she asked for the company of some ladies-in-waiting,
he informed her that they were on their way, but probably wouldn't arrive
for at least an hour or two.  What she really wanted was Kamar, but the
herald couldn't deliver him, either.

 So she just strolled through the courtyard, her thoughts occupied by what
the next few hours had in store for her.  She invented conversations in her
imagination:  what she would say to the king, how she would describe her
homeland, how she had met the prince...she didn't dare tell the truth about
that!  But then, what if Kamar already had?  Would the king think that she
was some sort of wanton harlot?  What if they were discussing that very
subject right now?  What if that was why Kamar was taking so long?  What if
the king had objected to the marriage, and the prince just didn't have the
heart to tell her?  Her mind kept generating questions and doubts, making
her more and more nervous.  If Kamar didn't call for her soon, she thought
she would go mad.  She needed something to calm her down, to quiet her
fears, to relax her troubled thoughts.

************************************************************************

 The inventor paced back and forth in his workshop, nervously biting his
fingernail.  Things were not going according to plan.  If he couldn't get
the princess to drink the wine, he had no way of bringing her under his
control.  And he couldn't keep her here forever.  Sooner or later, she was
going to realize that he had kidnapped her, and then he'd be in a real mess.

 Maybe it would be better if he just returned her to the palace.  He
wouldn't get his revenge, but he also wouldn't have to worry about
imprisoning a member of the royal family against her will.

 With a sigh of resignation, he marched back upstairs and prepared to tell
the princess it was time to leave.  But when he entered the courtyard, she
wasn't there.  He circled around the perimeter of the grounds, but could
find no trace of her.  His mind filled with dread - had she somehow figured
out his sinister intent, and fled the house?

 He rushed back inside, but found no sign of her there, either.  What was he
going to do now?  He anxiously looked around the room, desperately trying to
think where she could be.  Then he noticed the decanter sitting by the sofa,
and saw that it was half-empty.  The princess had tasted the wine!

 The inventor sighed in relief.  With the drugged liquid coursing through
her body, the princess could not have gone very far.  Even now, her pussy
was probably swelling and throbbing, getting hungry for contact.  He
listened carefully for a moment - and sure enough, there were moans coming
from upstairs.  He climbed the steps, following the sounds of the horny
young girl.  His penis had already begun to grow.

 The door to the bedroom was closed, but not locked.  He nudged the door
open and saw the princess lying on the bed.  She had pulled her dress up
over her stomach, and her hands were now busy at work between her thighs.
The inventor gawked at the dark fur of her exposed crotch, and watched in
lustful fascination as she vigorously massaged the slick wet folds of her
labia.  A moan of pleasure escaped her, and she suddenly glanced toward the
doorway.  Her eyes widened with fear when she saw him standing there, but
she didn't stop masturbating.

 "Go...go away," she moaned, desperately rubbing her glistening pink twat.
"Please...leave me...alone..."

 But he wasn't going to leave her alone.  He was going to fuck her, and fill
her hot wet vagina with the hard meat that it eagerly craved.  He was going
to make her cum, over and over again, until she fell in love with his thick,
hard cock.  Before this day was over, she would become addicted to him, a
slave to the pleasure that he would repeatedly provide to her.  And it would
all start with a single plunge of his stiff penis into her sweet little
pussy.

 The princess nervously watched him as he entered the room and began to take
his clothes off.  Her fingers made firm, rapid circles on her drooling groin
as he removed his shirt and tossed it aside.  When he dropped his pants, he
noticed that her eyes went straight to his swollen male organ.  She moaned
louder as he walked toward the bed, her gaze fixed upon the rigid dick
dangling between his legs, as if she was being hypnotized by its erotic
shape.  His penis was perfectly designed to fit inside her, and she knew it.
She continued to protest, even as he crawled on top of her naked young body.
But her words were feeble and half-hearted, and she kept fingering her pussy
as he lowered his muscular torso against her soft, pale flesh.  She stared
up into his eyes as he gently pushed her hand away from her crotch,
replacing it with the spongy tip of his rock-hard sex tool.  The princess
whimpered in helpless lust as he began to slide his flesh mushroom up and
down her moist slit, wetting his dick with her love juices...as if dipping a
quill into an inkpot, getting ready to inscribe something upon her.  She
panted as the cock head glided up and down her moist crevice, a prelude to
the sexual invasion that she eagerly awaited.

 Nahar knew that she was lost.  Her pussy was throbbing with lust, and she
wanted so much to be fucked, it didn't really matter anymore whose dick was
sliding inside her.  She had dimly hoped that Kamar would somehow find her
here, that he would burst through the door at any moment and save her from
this wretched man.  But Kamar did not come, and a stranger's cock was now
poking against her hungry groin.  And although she hated the thought of
being taken like this, the drugs swimming through her mind had filled her
with such uncontrollable lust that she was eager to feel this evil man's
cock pushing inside her.  She held her breath as he finally nudged his firm
penis past her distended vulva and began to sink it into her steamy cunt.
She watched as the erotic serpent slowly disappeared inside her, and she
could feel it slithering deeper and deeper, filling her vagina full of hot,
hard meat.  It wasn't until he buried himself all the way inside her that
she leaned her head back and moaned, as if his cock was a key that had
successfully unlocked her.

 Then she felt it moving, in and out, in and out, rubbing her sensitive
inner walls with deep, methodical strokes.  He was fucking her - he was
fucking her, and it felt wonderful!  She clenched her teeth, and her
breathing became erratic as his thick tool sawed in and out of her oozing
cunt.  She couldn't help herself...his cock felt absolutely perfect, and she
moaned in pleasure as she felt it squirm back into her, deliciously scraping
against her hungry sex flesh with every firm, insistent stroke.  In and out,
in and out, he just kept drilling his love tool deep inside her, patiently
screwing her into a sexual frenzy.  She wanted more, she wanted him to fuck
her harder, faster - and in between lust-choked gasps and groans, she
managed to tell him so.  He smiled down at her, and gave her exactly what
she wanted.

 The bed shook as he pounded his rigid cock into the naked young girl
beneath him.  The obscene, erotic sound of their lovemaking filled the
bedroom as his swollen dick pistoned in and out of her gooey crevice.  The
princess sobbed in pleasure, bucking her hips against the stiff penis that
kept plunging inside her, again, again, again.  With each blissful stroke,
her thoughts of Kamar faded a little more.  She soon forgot that this was
supposed to be her wedding day, and that she wasn't supposed to be here,
spreading her legs as far apart as they could go, groaning in helpless lust
as a stranger mercilessly shoved his firm dick in and out of her wet sex
tunnel.  She was supposed to be somewhere else...wasn't she?  It was getting
hard to think, especially now that his fingers had found her tiny female
rosebud, which had swelled up and throbbed with excitement.  He began to
play with her clit, teasing and tickling her toward the powerful orgasm that
was swiftly approaching.  She was dimly aware that something was wrong about
this, that she shouldn't be having sex with this man.  But his cock kept
churning in and out of her frothy cunt, and his fingers were busily rubbing
her clit, sending jolts of erotic stimulation through her belly.  It
wouldn't take much longer...

 When the orgasm finally claimed her, she let out a series of high-pitched
whimpers as wave after wave of staggering ecstasy cascaded into her
drug-filled mind.  Her pussy came alive, twitching and spasming as her love
cream pulsed through her, bathing the hard cock inside her with warm,
silvery juice.  He kept his dick buried inside her clutching womb while his
fingers continued to dab at her engorged clit, prolonging the flood of
pleasure that coursed through her body, eroding all other thoughts.  The
inventor smiled as he watched the young girl succumb to the most powerful
orgasm she had ever experienced.  This was only the first of many.  He would
keep feeding the drugged wine to her, keeping the princess in a constant
state of arousal.  He would keep fucking her, and licking her, and rubbing
her, and kissing her, until she forgot who she was.  It might take a few
days, but she would eventually belong to him, body and soul.

 He leaned down to kiss the lips of his beautiful young conquest, then lay
down beside her and held her close during the aftershocks of her
mind-altering orgasm.  He would give her a few minutes to recover, then it
would be time for another drink...

**********************************************************

 Kamar hoped that he wasn't too late.  He had been riding for over an hour
now, and hoped that he was heading in the right direction.  He was reassured
by the responses he received when questioning the passers-by.  Most of them
had noticed a bizarre sight not too long ago - a flying horse passing by
overhead, carrying a man and a woman.  All of them reported that the horse
had been flying to the southwest, and the prince was thankful that the
inventor didn't have the sense to alter his course.

 It had to be the Persian inventor.  No one else knew how to operate the
ebony horse, nor would anyone else dare to kidnap his intended fiancee.  He
had a score to settle with that loathsome man, and he prayed he would soon
be able to do so.

 He eventually arrived at a small mansion, and knew that he had found his
enemy's lair when he saw the wooden horse standing outside on the lawn.  He
drew his sword and quietly entered the house.

 His heart filled with dread when he heard the sounds of sex from upstairs.
He raced up the steps and found the bedroom door standing open.  And there
on the bed was his beloved princess, lying naked with her legs spread wide
apart, moaning in pleasure as the inventor shoved his cock into her sopping
pussy.  He was fucking her quickly, his dick plunging in and out of her
dripping snatch with swift, rapid strokes.  At that rate, it wouldn't be
long before he shot her womb full of his hot male spunk, impregnating the
princess.  Without hesitation, the prince charged into the room.  The
inventor was so busy screwing the young girl that he didn't notice the
prince until it was too late.  The sword stabbed into his body, and he cried
out in pain as he toppled to the floor.

 Kamar looked at Nahar and considered slaying her, too.  But judging from
the way she was moaning and rubbing her pussy, the prince suspected that she
had been drugged, and that her betrayal had been unintentional.  And
besides, the more he watched her, the more he wanted her.  Her soft, bulging
breasts, the nipples poking out with excitement.  The enticing slit between
her thighs, glistening with the pungent sex juice that trickled out as she
frantically rubbed herself.  The poor girl was in heat, and the sight of her
lustful hunger made his own cock swell and thicken.

 Before long, his own clothes were lying on top of the lifeless inventor.
He moved between her thighs and stuffed his firm penis into her buttery
vagina, making her smile and writhe.  Then he began to fuck her, his cock
sliding easily in and out of her slippery twat.  The princess moaned as his
thick cock surged inside her, satisfying her lustful itch.  She stared up at
Kamar as he drilled his dick in and out of her drooling snatch.  Her prince
had returned to her, rescuing her from the vile man who tried to corrupt her
mind with lust.  She wanted to explain to him what had happened, why she was
here, why she had allowed a stranger to make love to her.  But explanations
could wait...all she wanted right now was Kamar's cock, squirming inside her
cunt, deliciously rubbing her in all the right places.  She wanted to feel
his warm semen flowing into her womb, she wanted his sperm to find her egg,
she wanted his baby in her belly.  She wanted him to love her, and marry
her, and spend the rest of his days with her as a friend and a lover.

 And happily, that is precisely what came to pass.


(The rest of this series can be found at my web page:
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/sgray/www/  )

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