Teasius slipped quietly into his darkened tent, it felt good to get out of the slight chill that had 
come upon the desert with the night. He quickly crossed and ignited the small brazier in his 
sleeping quarters, till it burned as robustly as its magical twin a few tents away. A soft smile 
broke from his lips as he anticipated what was to come. 
The sheik had spent the evening with Onyx, the lovely center of this particular encampment. A 
priestess of the goddess of pleasure, there were few if any in the kingdom that could match her 
clerical talents in the arena of her goddess. Teasius had been fortunate enough to enjoy those 
talents on occasion although Onyx still maintained a fiery independence of which there was little 
hope of changing. Not that he would if he could. Still Love, even raw pleasure can grow 
bothersome if not kept alive and changing, even for the high priestess of pleasure herself. 
Teasius was determined to keep her intrigued, and so he had put forth the plan that was slowly 
coming to bear this night.
All evening, Teasius toyed with Onyx's desire. She had invited him to dinner and fed him the 
choicest delicacies, each designed to enflame passion. Some said that Aphrodisiacs were but a 
hopeful fantasy but not Onyx, she had learned long ago which foods and spices inspired the 
body and had heavily included those. Teasius had consumed each and yet seemed to maintain 
control. Onyx couldn't know that her lover had used a powerful antidote to quell most of the 
effects, enough so that although inspired, he was not beyond control. Meanwhile, Onyx had 
relished the feelings, letting them fully consume her until she was tingling with anticipation of her 
night's activities. 
Teasius had furthered her frenzy with subtle innuendo's and casual brushings of his arm against 
her chest as he reached for foods as they lay upon the silk pillows. He had leaned in close to 
deeply breathe in her essence remarking what a magnificent scent she had worn this evening, 
even as Onyx wondered if it were her desire he smelled. 
When at last Teasius thought her about to tear his clothes of he had wished her a happy 
Rashquatarin, literally "night of passion", which was the celebratory holiday dedicated to her 
goddess. Onyx had beamed at the fact that he had remembered and that smile soon clouded as 
he stood to leave. A small wail escaped her lips as Teasius started for the tent flap then turned, 
telling her he would be gone but a moment, he had to retrieve her gift from his tent.
Teasius leaned forward waiting for the image to clear. In front of him was a small silver dish 
polished perfectly smooth. Teasius had added a few ingredients to the water within and swirled 
muttering a few arcane words. The image solidified. In the dish was a window to Onyx's Tent. 
There she sat the loveliest of creatures upon her soft pillows. Apparently she was further along 
than he anticipated for she had already begun. Onyx had removed her top; her gorgeous breasts 
swaying gently as she slowly caressed them in the fire light. Lifting one her dainty tongue snaked 
out from her pink lips to tease and lick at the taut nipple, a slow groan as it did so. Her long 
slender fingers slipping on the moistened skin as she wrestled delicately to gently squeeze and 
roll it. Onyx's head fell back as she seemed to breath her lust into the air. Lifting her head she 
glanced to the entrance hoping he would step through and growling, as he did not. 
Onyx's chin fell to her chest as she struggled to maintain control of her desires. Her eyes 
widened almost as if she where shocked to notice that her Golden sequined panties had been 
shoved aside to make way for her pleasure giving fingers. The slid slowly along her seem, the 
sticky wetness coating them as they went. Onyx opened to the familiar invader slowly letting it 
sink deeper and deeper until the small ridges of each knuckle bumped welcomingly against the 
center of her pleasure. Again she throws her head back, her black hair cascading down her 
back and shoulders. 
Teasius smiled in a happy lustful way. He knew he would have to hurry if he wanted to actively 
participate in his voyeurism. Taking a vial of jasmine scented oil, Teasius poured a small amount 
into a tiny dish, next he crushed a small but precious Onyx stone into fine powder before mixing 
it with the oil, finally he took a small stoppered tube containing the combined juices of one of 
there many love making sessions, adding but two drops. Stirring gently, Teasius touched the 
mixture with an ember from the brazier, watching as it caught and began to smoke. Leaning 
forward he slowly inhaled a seemingly unnatural amount of the heady smoke, then turned and 
blew it straight into the image within the dish. 
Placing a foot upon some pillows Onyx began to pump her hips to match her hand. Beside her 
and quite unnoticed smoke began to pour forth from a small lamp on the floor of the tent. 
Quickly it formed to take on the shape of a being as it watched the lovely girl masturbate in front 
of it. Her moaning grew as she quickly reached toward her peak aided by the dinner and 
thoughts of her lover celebrating with her in but a few short moments. The ethereal smoke bent 
down to swipe a gentle smoky tongue against her breasts, Onyx could feel but a tenth of what 
she would had he been here in person but it was enough. Onyx began to shake slowly from 
within, her orgasm washing over her as the wind slowly shapes the dune. Her vocal appreciation 
coming as successive cries each longer and stronger than the last.
Her smoky lover leaning back to watch her in her purest form of beauty even as his hand 
reached forward to encompass hers and feel her completion. Onyx after several deep breaths 
opened her eyes and lifted her head forward to see the eyes of her lover as clear as if he were 
her contained within his smoky form and staring deep into her. At that moment Onyx knew 
she'd been had. Never one to miss a beat she flashed that vicious smile and asked him to please 
quit playing and get back to her.

