Osman Khan ~ A Sultan's Tale

[Honey_B]

Cécile

Cécile knelt beside the pair, the Khan's son and the concubine. She couldn't help but wonder how much of the desire in Mariette's voice was feigned. They had not had enough time to talk at any length and Cécile burned with curiosity about the woman. She wondered how long Mariette had been a captive of the Harem. It was obvious the dark-haired beauty was no newcomer. Well versed was she in the ways of the Harem and surely she must have completed her training for she handled Orhan with skill.

Her attention turned to Orhan. Cécile silently offerred her gratitude to Mariette for allowing her this opportunity to observe the fourth son at such close range. So wrapped up was he in the seductive woman's attentions, Orhan did not even notice Cécile's intense scrutiny.

In the background, Cécile could hear the murmur of the intense conversation between the second and third sons. They huddled together, thick as thieves. The first son seemed intent on trying to catch the gist of what was being said. Her eyes returned to Orhan just as he bent his head to whisper something in Mariette's ear. She giggled like a young girl, a blush blossoming in her cheeks.

It was apparent that this son thought of his pleasure above all else. In the space of those few moments, Cécile made a judgement that would change the course of history. She judged Orhan to be too much of a hedonist to ever be a threat. If he were to ever succeed his father, his time would be spent in his Harem not on the battlefield. Unless he proved to be otherwise, Orhan would not feel the kiss of her knife.

Upon making this decision, Cécile felt the tiny hairs at the base of her neck raise. She turned just slightly to catch a glimpse of Ahkben as he walked past time. Without a doubt, he was watching her, watching all of them. It would take all of her skills to carry out her mission under his vigilant gaze.

 

[captainb]

Osman Khan

"How could I ever repay, you my Lord?" Zehra whispered, brushing her lips against his. Her eyes were wide and frank, as if daring him further. Osman pressed his body against her, a hand sliding down to caress her round ass. He gripped it and pulled forward, feeling his thigh slide between her legs and push hard against her crotch.

“You will repay me by being taken,” he rumbled. He began to slowly walk her backwards toward the thick mattress, the motion of his leg sliding maddeningly against her sex. She bent backward and he followed to lie on top of her, his knee coming up to press deeply between her thighs. Her hips moved against it, and he brought his hands to her wrists. “As the cities of Persia were taken, their gates lying open before us,” he said, taking a velvet sash and carefully wrapping it around her wrists. “As the people trembled and opened their most private rooms, unable to stop us from seizing their treasure.” He moved slowly, deliberately, his eyes never leaving her face as he tightened the sash, her arms pulled over her head as she lay prone before him. “We saw what we wanted, we lay bare their inner sanctums,” he said as he lifted the silken fabric to uncover her legs, letting it fall across her belly. He knelt between her thighs, allowing his eyes to drop to her breasts. Though still covered by her garment, the erect jut of her nipples betrayed her. He felt himself harden and rise under his robe as his gaze fastened upon the top of her legs and the dark patch of hair exposed to him. Her chest rose and fell as she watched him lower his body, and his lips touched the inside of each thigh.

He breathed her scent in deeply and his heart began to pound. He had been chaste for ten months, not permitting himself the distraction or weakness so contrary to a command such as his. He had not been bound to abstinence; as sultan he could have fulfilled his wishes as he pleased. But it was a personal matter, a task he set for himself. The rewards of this task were now fully evident.

He wrapped his strong arms around her thighs and pulled her body closer, seeing the glint of wetness touching the hairs along the edge of her pussy. The delicate pink lips opened before him as his shoulders pushed her legs farther apart. “All their gems and gold, scattered before us to devour,” he murmured, then extended his tongue to touch the tender flesh between her pussy and ass where a thin trickle of juice had slid. He looked up then, across her belly and between her breasts to see her looking helplessly back at him. “And we took them,” he said, opening his mouth and fastening it over her cunt, his tongue sliding firmly up the wet tissues as he sucked her taste into his mouth.

 

[Subo97]

Orhan

"......Or do you wish.....other entertainment Mariette stretched her lithe body against Orhan's side as her hand massaged his chest. He ran his own hand down to the small of her back and and over the swell of her hip, pulling her leg across his. Feeling her soft thigh press against his hardness, he leaned into her and whispered, his lips grazing her ear, "Would you entertain me alone, or would you reveal your courtesan secrets to your new friend?" Mariette giggled and purred against his neck, moving her leg against his hardness. Orhan pulled her earlobe gently with his teeth. "The great Khan is busy reconquering my mother." He swirled his tongue inside her ear. "Believe me, that's a feat far more daunting than warring with the Persians." Orhan's hand curled around the girls breast, squeezing softly. "Take me to your silken chamber, your boudoir , as they say in your country, dance for me, caress me with your veils, sooth my warrior's soul, civilize me." Her nails dug into his chest as he began to lick her white throat from underneath her ear to her chin. "You may allow your countrywoman to peek through the curtains, if you wish." He kissed her lips softly, "Unless there are secrets that only you and I may know."

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Mariette - foreign concubine and "playtoy"

Mariette drew her hand across Orhan’s chest and let her eyes meet playfully with his.
Her look was one of open invitation.

Mariette knew her place was to be “accommodating” to those permitted the solace of the harem and she knew obedience was expected at all times.
There had been occasions when Mariette had found her duty a strain.
It had taken all her powers of deception to pretend rapture and show obedience when the eldest son had once come to “make her acquaintance”, shortly after she had been discarded as the Khan’s favourite.
Whilst the father wore his authority well, the eldest son preferred to … assert … his position. Mariette had been much relieved that he had not “called” on her again.

She felt the soft brush of Orhan’s hot breath as he whispered in her ear.

”Would you entertain me alone, or would you reveal your courtesan secrets to your new friend?"

She giggled and looked over at Cécile wondering how shocked the girl would be at his invitation to view their … activities.

She felt Orhan’s hand run over her body, outlining her generous curves, entranced by her pale skin.
He was no stranger to her bed and seemed to revel in her “foreign” ways.
As she raised her leg and rubbed against him Mariette could already feel his hard cock straining beneath the robes.
She smiled in satisfaction.
It had been too long since the men had last visited them!
When his mouth moved to her earlobe, the sensation of his teeth and swirling tongue made Mariette moan softly.

"The great Khan is busy reconquering my mother.
Believe me, that's a feat far more daunting than warring with the Persians."

Mariette giggled appreciatively, but made no reply to the comment about Zehra.
She knew walls had ears and remained diplomatically silent.
And then his eyes were on hers again, his hand moving along her body and creeping to her generous bosom.
Their eyes met in mutual desire as he squeezed her breast firmly.

"Take me to your silken chamber, your boudoir , as they say in your country, dance for me, caress me with your veils, sooth my warrior's soul, civilize me."

Even as he spoke, he moved to lick at her neck, the gesture almost feral as he growled softly.

"You may allow your countrywoman to peek through the curtains, if you wish. Unless there are secrets that only you and I may know."

Mariette smiled, her eyes slitting with desire as her talons grazed his chest lightly.

”My Lord, “

She purred,

” Cécile will know courtesan ways soon enough.
If I recollect, your father enjoys … educating … his new conquests in the ways of fulfilling his desires...”

She moved her hand lower stroking his cock first with her thigh and then with a questing hand.

”But as you know, my Lord,”

She whispered, pressing a hot kiss on Orhan’s mouth as she quoted his words.

”… there is much a girl in a strange land can learn from an “uncivilised warrior”…. “

Mariette let her hands run over Orhan’s body before drawing away and standing beside him, bowing in respectful submission with just a flash of coquettishness.

”Come … I will entertain you as you wish … “

Orhan’s brothers had found her infidel ways, her boldness disrespectful, but as she held out a hand to draw him to her boudoir, Orhan rose and allowed himself to be led into her silken chamber.

As she passed Cécile, Mariette leaned forward and murmured.

”Attends, ma petite.
Si tu es curieuse … viens … tu pourras observer…
Mais sinon, nous en parlerons plus tard… “

With an encouraging hug and a soft kiss pressed on the young girl’s cheek, Mariette moved past with a perfumed swish of skirts to guide Orhan to her chamber.


The intimate little room was cool and dimly lit with candles.
A large bed and plentiful cushions adorned the richly furnished, but modest room.
She was no longer favoured, but did not want for comfort.

With a whispered command to her Eunuch, the spices and burning oils were refreshed and the curtains drawn.
Mariette knew that he would do as instructed.
Apart from the usual arrangements, he would do as she asked and go and seek out Cécile, to either guide the girl to a place from which she could “view”, or to offer her assistance, should she need it whilst Mariette was … occupied.


Mariette led Orhan the cushions at the far end of the room and eased him downwards, her hands running soothingly over his body.

”There now… Mon Seigneur … my brave warrior… laisse-moi t’apaiser …
Relaxe-toi … let Mariette ease you mind … et ... maintenant … la danse…”

Mariette took her place before him, her eyes on his, swaying slowly as soft notes … began to fill the chamber … an unhurried, gentle melody…

”As you order, so shall it be …“

She whispered as she began to dance seductively for the young Lord,
A dance provocative in its simplicity as she moved in time with the hidden musicians.
Slowly, deliberately Mariette turned, allowing the layers of her garments to swish and part momentarily. The disclosure subtle, merely hinted at the delights beneath …

Her dance mesmerised and wound a web of enchantment around Orhan.
A sultry fire in her eyes, she watched his every expression.
Watched his gaze as she moved her body, displaying herself, tempting him,
Drawing him ever closer to the time when she knew he would take command.
When he would command she step forward.
When he would order her to accord him more … personal … attention …

 

[Annabelllee2003]

Asli - favored concubine

When the men were occupied, Asli was able to retire to her chambers. Quite obvious she was not to be called soon.

So she sits and plots. Working over and over in her mind how to foil the newest member of the harem. She's really no better than that other foreigner Mariette. Asli knew what Mariette thought of her and couldn't care less.

But at least Mariette knew her place... Under lesser men.

 

[Honey_B]

Cécile

Cécile watched Mariette and Orhan retreat from the room. She took it to be a sign of God's favor that she had found a fellow countrywoman in this nest of foreign vipers. Even better that Mariette seemed willing to help despite the newness of the aquaintance. The woman may yet prove to be a valuable ally though Cécile was not naive enough to trust immediately. She decided to wait for word from the concubine. Cécile would have liked to follow, to learn what she could of Orhan, but she knew she needed time to herself, time to get her bearings. She would soon face the Khan himself and Cécile knew she would need all of her wits about her.

As she sat contemplating that terrifying possibility, a shadow fell over her. Cécile looked up at one of the largest men she has ever encountered. His skin gleamed like polished mahogany and he had strong features that gave his face a fierce cast. Cécile forced herself to stay still, to not shrink back like the coward she felt herself to be. In a voice like thunder put to word, the giant spoke.

"I have been sent by my lady, Mariette, to assist you in whatever you may require."

Mariette's thoughtfulnees touched Cécile.

"I will show you to the quarters give to newcomers and then if you like, I can take you to the baths."

Cécile breathed a sigh of relief as she rose gracefully to her feet. She could still feel the imprint of Ahkben's hands upon her body and she wanted nothing more than to wash it away. She followed the ramrod straight back of the eunuch to the semi-private quarters. At Cécile's rather desperate request, they paused only long enough for her to see them before moving on tho the baths.

Being that the Khan had only recently arrived, the steamy chamber was empty. The eunuch helped Cécile out of her kaftan and into the fragrant pool of water. The need to cleanse herself was so strong that she did not flinch at revealing her body before a perfect stranger. The eunuch for his part kept up his stony countenance, handling her quite matter-of-factly. After Cécile had settled into the water, the big man retreated from the room without a sound. Cécile leaned against the marble wall of the bath and closed her eyes, bliss playing across her features.

 

[ariosto]

Maurad


She sensed his presence before she saw him and knew instinctively that he was male.
At first she thought the eunuch had returned and then saw the figure in the shadows, a figure not nearly so large, though from his position leaning in the dark recess of the alcove she could make out very little.

Maurad had been watching the girl for some time. His green eyes drinking her in hungrily. He'd often come here when he was a boy, when his mother was the favorite and she'd bring him with her to the bath. He'd lay in her arms in that very tub where the Frankish woman now lay, looking about her, peering so anxiously into the shadows...

He laughed.

Cécile sunk down in the warm water till only her eyes and nose peered from it!
Who was it!?
A man was forbidden here! Unless this one too was a eunuch.

Maurad's cock was swelling beneath the dusty leather of his riding breeches. He'd come here straight from the stables of the Janissaries, giving over command of his unit to his lieutenants and seeking the cool sanctuary of the seraglio, at least this part of it that he knew so intimately.
The unexpected vision of the pale woman in the bath was arousing him greatly. His campaigns had been in the mountains of the East where only rude Armenian girls were to be found. Girls that smelled of goats and onions.

She raised her head slightly looking in his direction.
"Who are you?"
Her voice trembled.
"Leave at once or I'll call the guards!"

Maurad recognized her accent instantly and stepped from the shadows.

"You sound like my Mother girl...look like her too."

His mother!
Cécile was shocked not just by hearing again her native tongue but also by the man that stood so boldly before her.
He was ragged and filthy. Anatolian dust lay thick on his shoulders and the scent of horses clung to him like flies to dung. But his eyes were riveting, emerald green and piercing her like daggers from beneath dark brows.
He looked gaunt. He looked hungry.

"You...you cannot be here. The kitchens are outside beyond the blue courtyard...go there they'lll feed you."

Maurad ignored her words and began methodicaly to remove his soiled clothes.
"I think I'll take a bath now girl. A son of Osman Khan cannot present himself at Court looking like a tramp can he?"
There was laughter in his eyes when he looked at her.

"I'm Maurad Ghazi. I've been away."



OOC...entering at Honey's request to play the part of Maurad Ghazi. The second son of Osman and a Frankish wife now in disfavor. He's been fighting against the Armenians in the mountainous East....

 

[Subo97]

Orhan

Stroking his beard softly with his fingers, Orhan smiled in delight as Mariette danced around him, veils swaying to reveal her sensuous curves. A long leg snaked out from her scant covering, bared all the way to her upper thigh and he could not resist reaching out to stroke her soft white calf as she stepped between his legs. She twirled, escaping his grasp for the moment, the same motion revealing the naked side of her full breast.

"Beloved infidel," he smiled, "You please your prince. Your countrywoman would do well to keep your company." Mariette laughed and tossed her head back as her raven black hair cascaded over her bare shoulders. The silk tightened over her breasts so he could see the dark rings of her nipples through the thin fabric. Moving towards him in a swaying motion, the silk swirled around her upper thighs, tantalizingly close to the black hair that he remembered growing between her thighs.

"You please me and you soothe my soul," Orhan spoke huskily, " but you've brought one soldier to attention." He nodded to the growing bulge in his trousers. Mariette smiled and turned her back, moving her swaying hips closer to the lounging prince. As he watched her hips, she unloosed the veils on the upper part of her body and turned to him bare breasted to drag the silk over his hardness. His eyes never left her breasts as she swayed above him. Sheltered from the sun, they were the whitest breasts of his acquaintance, full and pink tipped. She dragged the veils up his body and over his golden beard to cover his face.

Through the gauzy filter of the veil upon his face, he watched her blurry form shift as the veils fell from her hip one at a time. when she was done, she turned her back to him and reaching back, pulled the veils off his face. "Turn around," he ordered, wanting to see the dark curls underneath her belly. "Turn around and come to your lord. Pour warm oils upon yourself and massage my body with yours. Cover me with your fire, my barbarian delight."

 

[Annabelllee2003]

Asli - favored concubine

As the evening went on, Alsi was becoming more and more restless. Only so much could she plot.

The envy she feels against the other women sharing their passions color her minds as she imagines the private liaisons happening all around her in the rooms of the harem. But not her... Being a favorite has drawbacks. No one comes near her. Unless they dared brave the wrath of her lord, or she fell out of favor.

Not that she would jeopardize her status by submitting to another man, but she feels so heated, wanting to feel release from the sexual tension. She's aching for it.

She wants to feel a man move in her, move against her.

Crawling under the silken sheets, she presses her thighs tightly together, not touching herself, not calling for Cem.

She burns and smoulders in her lovely bed, in her beautiful room.

Alone.

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Mariette - "Foreign concubine and plaything"

Mariette kept her eyes on Orhan’s. She knew how to read the signs.
He was a man whose expression betrayed him as well as his manhood.
She loved his open lust, his demands.
There was no doubt that this Prince could exert authority over man and woman alike, but he was gifted with subtlety, finesse. A quality his older brothers lacked.

"Beloved infidel. You please your prince.
Your countrywoman would do well to keep your company."

His words made Mariette laugh.
Did he know that even know Cecile might be “viewing “ them?
She turned once more and glanced surreptitiousy towards the hidden place.
At present no eyes witnessed their activities.
As Mariette suspected, Cecile was not yet ready to be initiated into the ways of the harem.
Let the mighty Khan have the pleasure of that task, she decided and turned her attention back to teasing the awaiting Prince.

Slowly she approached him, gradually giving him more of a glimpse of the delights that lay ahead.

"You please me and you soothe my soul,
but you've brought one soldier to attention."

Mariette let her eyes drop down to the now obvious bulge between his legs and smiled in pleasure.
Orhan had the most magnificent cock.
She delighted in pleasuring him.

Turning she seductively peeled off her veils before turning round and revealing her naked breasts to Orhan’s hungry gaze.
Sinking slowly downwards, Mariette reached forwards and pressed her naked breasts against his chest. She pressed a hot kiss on his mouth, but before he could capture her tongue, she dragged her body slowly down his until her breasts were nestled in his groin and stroking his now rampant erection. She rubbed her breasts teasingly over his rock hard shaft until she heard him moan softly and then pulled away, dancing and swirling to pluck a veil and drag it upwards until finally laying it over his face.

With a husky laugh, Mariette continued to remove her veils, plucking them from her hips, running them along his erection and up his chest.
She then draped them over his face, blurring his vision.
The more of her body she revealed, the less detail Orhan could actually see.
But still he lay on the cushions, watching, allowing Mariette’s game, delighting in her teasing.

Finally she stood, naked before him, turned her back to him, merely displaying the milky hourglass contours of her body.
She reached to pull the veils from his face and stood, swaying slightly as he let his eyes run over her displayed body.

"Turn around,"

The order came immediately.
No doubt an indication of how effectively she had teased him.

"Turn around and come to your lord.
Pour warm oils upon yourself and massage my body with yours.
Cover me with your fire, my barbarian delight."

His words thrilled her.
Slowly Mariette turned and took a few paces nearer to the Prince.
She cast her eyes down demurely and stood before him gauging just how long it was until he had fully taken in the appearance of her body.
She felt his eyes rake over her creamy skin, eyeing the pink peaks of her nipples, the generous curve of her full ripe breasts and then move downwards to her flat abdomen, the blood red jewel in her navel, the tiny waist.
She surreptitiously glanced to see his eyes move to the wide splaying of her hips, curvaceous, yet firm ass and then knew he was viewing her sex, the black down that sprung there.
Compliantly, eyes still averted, Mariette moved her legs apart and let him glimpse her treasures, but bringing attention to her long slim legs, legs that too were the colour of pearl.

Just as she judged he had drunk in his full of the sight of her, Mariette turned and swayed to the lamps and drew up a tiny brass pouring jug. She saw Orhan smile. This was where she kept her aromatic oils, always warm, always ready, for just such a command.

Moving forward, Mariette, held the jug poised then let the smallest drop land on each of her nipples. Laying it aside, she moved both her hands to rub in the oil making first each peak glisten, then to add a more subtle gloss to each full globe.
Moving to tweak each anointed nub, Mariette reached for the jug and splaying her legs allowed a drop to land on the peak of her sex. Her jug still in hand, she moved one hand down, extending the index finger, allowed herself to rub the drop downwards grazing her clitoris and spreading the warm liquid along her pink folds.
She moaned softly and kept her eyes on her Lord’s watching as his eyes followed each movement of her now stroking finger.

”My Lord…”

She purred, her voice low and soft.

”I would not get oils upon your fine garments, my Prince.
Do you wish me to disrobe you, or would my Lord prefer to choose just where you wish Mariette to anoint you with her oils. “

So saying, Mariette sank to her knees before Orhan.
She folded her hands behind her back in a pose of submission, knowing full well that it made her now glistening breasts jut out before his eyes.
As she glanced down, making even her gesture of obedient surrender provocative :
Her ankles were crossed beneath her, but her legs parted were parted, each knee resting on the floor as she kept straight backed, presenting her open sex to him.

“I await but your command, to fulfil your Lordship’s wishes..”

Her voice was heavy with desire as she raised her head mirroring his lustful gaze with her own...

 

[captainb]

Khan Osman

Osman emerged from the curtained room some time later. He frowned at the eunuchs standing at the doorway leading out of the harem wing. They stared stonily forward, not daring to notice more than that he was there. Colored pillows were scattered about the room, with trays and jars interspersed. A few servants were cleaning, and the women bowed and hurried at their tasks.

The sultan was vaguely dissatisfied. His desire had been strong, but Zehra’s passion had exploded quickly. He’d finished reclaiming his wife but had wanted more than simple rutting. He wasn’t angry at her for falling asleep; she’d seemed content, and had reached for him in her sleep as he left the mattress. The day was still early, though, and he was restless. His men and sons were off making their presences known, and it wouldn’t be right to drag them away so soon. He walked across the room to the open balcony and looked out over his city.

The view always gave him pleasure, but also called up a yearning for what he had glimpsed in the distance during the campaign. Ah, the distant gleaming walls of Bursa! Osman’s desire to conquer those lands had only grown stronger. He knew patience, but he also knew even that had its limits. His thought of the lay of the distant land as he walked along the edge of the palace, the balcony wrapping itself along the round southern edge.

Gossamer curtains ruffled lightly in the doorways of the rooms he passed. He sensed he was being watched, but felt no danger and thus dismissed the curious eyes of the harem residents. He was used to it, and though no place could be truly safe, this building, this part of the palace, was safer than any other place he knew. Still…

There was no sound and his body betrayed no alarm, yet a slight tingle told him that someone had stepped near, just on the other side of the thin veil of silk.

 

[Honey_B]

Cécile

What first appeared to be an opportunity was in fact a great difficulty. Cécile had watched this Ghazi and had already marked him as one to die. In no way could this warrior be allowed to succeed his father. However Maurad’s appearance created an obstacle that had to be overcome with some delicacy. She could not kill him here and now, not without having been presented to the Khan and certainly not in the baths. No, she would have to wait until she had the cover of night. Perhaps then, she would have some chance of accomplishing her task without discovery.

Another problem presented itself, one that could prove lethal to her. If Maurad forced himself on her, and the gleam in his eye told her that could be a distinct possibility, Cécile could be put to death for embarrassing Osman. Still she had to do something that would appease the son. She could be cast out of the Harem if she did not. When she spoke, it was with the utmost care.

“My lord, I am new to this, your father’s Harem. Even now, I have not yet been presented to the Khan. I beg of you, leave my virtue intact and I shall do all that you ask.”

Cécile forced a tremor into her voice, letting him see her vulnerability. She rose up out of the bath, the water glistening on her skin, steam swirling around her breasts.

“If you desire, I can assist you in your bath.”

 

[Subo97]

Orhan

Laying on his pillows, Orhan drank in the sensuous vision before him. As she leaned back to display her body, his eyes scanned her upturned breasts with their hard pink tips beckoning to his lips, glistening with oil and the pink folds of her sex whre she had anointed herself. Her Black, wavy hair cascaded off her shoulders to the marble floor, spreading across it like a dark flood.

"Many nights I lay under the stars while campaigning and recalled to my mind the sweet vision of Mariette's body," Orhan spoke huskily. "When the sun falls, I should like to take you to the roof to see those stars and,once there, mount you as a stallion mounts a mare and fill you with the passion you ignite in me." He licked his lips and his eyes burned with desire..

"But now, " he said, standing before her and untying the cord at his trouser waist, "I want you to undress me, show me how much you have missed your prince. Rub your soft, oily curves over my body, hardened by months of dusty campaigning." Straightening herself, Mriette moved to lay her face against his groing, rubbing her soft cheek across the bulge in his silk trousers as her hands slid up the back of his thighs to cup his hard ass. "Welcome home your prince with passion," he ordered, "show me how much you have missed me."

 

[LongWalkHome]

"My Khan" The words were more to identify myself then to pay tribute to the leader of our people and myself. I had waited until this moment, when the throngs of people that moved about his palace were thinned...and less alert. "Forgive me for moving about in the night but there are things only we must speak of"

Tiny events...small peices of a puzzle that led to a dangerous conclusion, and with the most recent discovery, a conclusion that must be looked at as quite possible.

"There has been a man discovered lurking about your harem"

In itself not an unheard of event and I could see the eyebrow of Osman raise in amusement...

"A man posing as one of your faithful eunuchs, and about to begin his "service" to the newest ladies that have joined the others"

Implications of a spy? An assasin sent by the unsatisfied nations afar?

"I have begun his "questioning" and drawn a confession from him, the information he has admitted having of your movements in itself is alarming, but what is more alarming is what he hasn't"

Under the blade of my flame treated knife he refused...the final threat still held over him as of yet not taking effect...

"I have threatened to make him the eunuch he has posed as..." Shaking my head to show the ineffectiveness of the threat I continued with a grin. "Perhaps it would be wisest to carry out that threat while you hold court...and we will see who else might be in leige with him? "

 

[captainb]

Sultan Osman

The sultan listened to the captain’s report. His expression was outwardly calm, yet his troubled mood quickly found focus and a black rage welled up inside. An infidel, a polluter daring to lay eyes on his harem? By itself the crime demanded the violator’s death. But he trusted Ahmor’s instinct. If there was more to this than thieving and lust, if this was a spy or assassin, if he was not working alone…

“You are correct to have questioned him, and wise to recognize there is more not revealed,” Osman said quietly. “By his own actions he has sealed his doom. Yet there is no law stating how quickly his execution must take.” His eyes drifted across the cityscape as a breeze sprang up. “No matter how secure we make ourselves, there are always those who will seek out weakness and the hidden ways to enter our world.” His eyes narrowed and flicked back to the soldier. “You have been… thorough… in examining our newest gifts?”

Ahmor assured him of such, and the sultan nodded. “Then explain to the prisoner the curious effects that ants and honey have on exposed flesh, and that there are many ways to become a eunuch. Let him think on that for the night, and see if his tongue has loosened by dawn. Then we shall visit him and decide what further encouragement is needed. But he will tell us all.”

The captain bowed and departed, and Osman turned to continue his slow pacing along the balcony. It will never end, he thought. My enemies lie crushed beneath my heels for a thousand miles, yet appear even within these walls. Stopping where the balcony swiftly curved around the palace’s edge, he looked at the dark curtain billowing through the doorway. His rage shifted, folded on itself and transformed into a deep hunger. Stepping through the curtain, he looked imperiously down upon the silk-covered mattress.

“Asli…”

 

[ariosto]

Maurad


Maurad watched her emerge slowly from the water. She looked like those broken white statues of old godesses he'd seen in the western cities. Only this one was all too complete and flushed with a heat from within.
Her skin had the soft luster of wet pearls and she seemed to glow like the full moon in the darkness of the bath chamber.

She was exquisite and in fact not at all like his mother.

"Your not my fathers type."
He stepped closer. She could see the the glitter in his viridian eyes...she could smell the stale sweat on his body.

She ignored his statement.
“If you desire, I can assist you in your bath.”

He stopped only a yard away. His appraised her as he would a war stallion or a fine brood mare.
Her hips swelled softly, her breasts were high and firm, and Maurad watched with interest as her nipples darkened and stiffened under his scrutiny.
It was so quiet you could hear the flames dancing in the lamps.

"What's your name girl."
It was a command not a question.

"Cécile, my Lord. Cecile..."
He held up his hand imperiously.
"That's enough for a concubine...Cécile..."
He rolled the strange name on his tongue as though tasting it.
"Cecile...."

Suddenly he smiled.
"Yes girl you can help me with my bath. Indeed you can."

Standing waist deep in the warm scented water she watched as he stripped away his filthy leather to reveal a compact sinewy body, laced with scars and a cock that jutted from a dense thatch of black hair, thick and curving upwards like an ivory elephant's tusk.

 

[Honey_B]

Cécile

Cécile came forward and gently took up Maurad’s hand, her eyes lowered. As skin touched skin, she wanted to pull away. It was no small occurrence, touching someone she had marked to die. Cécile ignored her unease and closed her fingers around his big hand. In order to make Maurad go away, Cécile knew she would have to do a great deal more than touch his hand.

Instead of drawing him into the water, Cécile drew him to one side of the immense pool.

“I have heard tell of how your people cleanse themselves, my Lord.”

Cécile had noticed the braziers and oil when she entered. She had learned during her training that the Khan’s people did not use soap in their ablutions. Bathing was a rather complicated process. Cécile stooped to pick up a brass flagon of oil and poured out a measure into an alabaster bowl. The fragrance of sandalwood and spices from the East drifted up to her nostrils, making Cécile feel almost giddy. She knew Maurad’s eyes to be upon her, watching her every movement. No doubt he fancied himself the predator and her the prey. It would serve her well to let him think so.

Moving over to one of the glowing braziers, Cécile held the bowl over the embers briefly, wanting to warm the oil. From within a cabinet inlaid with gold, she drew forth several cloths and an instrument that looked like a knife with a dulled blade. Having gathered the necessary implements, Cécile returned to Maurad and knelt at his feet.

“I have not yet done this, noble lord, so forgive me if I error. If it pleases you, might you like to recline here?”

Cécile gestured toward one of the long benches set up for this purpose. Maurad nodded, his eyes unreadable. He walked to the nearest bench and stretched out on his stomach. Cécile rose and went to his side. Bending low, she poured a good measure of the fragrant oil onto his tightly muscled back. The rich unguent spread out over his dusky skin. Cécile plunged her hands into the glistening pool, using her fingers to spread the oil over ever inch of his back. The soft, flickering light within the chamber revealed a number of scars. Her voice was soft with awe as she spoke.

“You have seen many a battle I think, my Lord.”

She ran a fingertip along the jagged line of a long-healed gash.

“Surely your days of fighting are over?”

While she waited for him to answer, Cécile picked up the scraper and ran the blade over his skin. Picking up the cloth, she wiped the edge and repeated the stroke in another area, literally scraping his skin clean.

 

[Annabelllee2003]

Asli - favored concubine

"Asli..."

Her Lord's voice. A shudder passes through her. He came! His arrival thrills her, makes her dizzy with longing.

"My Lord," she whispers as she slides out of the bed to stand before him. Naked and flushed she looks up at him. His face unreadable in the flickering lamps. The rush of wet she feels as she stands before him causes her to shiver again, her nipples harden.

"How can I serve you my Master?" The burning desire that has been with her since she knew of his arrival makes her voice waver. She bites her lip to keep from moaning aloud. The fact that he's come to her after being with Zehra sends another delicious shiver down her body.

"How can I please you, my Lord?" she whispers as she steps closer, just shy of touching him.

"I've missed you these months. I've cried aloud for your touch." Her voice is more husky. She looks up at him as he stares down at her, watching her as she shudders again, she senses his growing lust.

"Command me, my Lord. Command your Asli to do your bidding... please. Let me please you." Asli reaches for his hand, bringing it to her ample breast, letting him feel her hard nipple and her excitement. She looks down to her breast as she feels his hand tighten on her.

She aches for him. Wants his hard flesh in her mouth. She wants his control shattered. She wants to feel him inside her.

She wants him to forget his troubles, his wife, his lastest heathen addition to the harem.

She wants with every bit of her heart to please him. She stands waiting for his command, her body perfumed, her long dark hair gleaming in the dim light.

 

[captainb]

the Khan

The sultan looked down at his concubine, standing naked before him. Her breast was full and soft in his hand. He slowly squeezed it and pushed up, feeling the hard bud of her nipple pressing into his palm. His nostrils flared; her scent invaded his pores, the fragrant oils mixing with the subtle lust that wafted from her loins. His hand slid from her breast to her hip, feeling the womanly swell at her waist. He brought his other hand up to cup her cheek, and she pressed against it, her lips kissing the palm. Pulling her close, his lips found hers. His tongue slipped out to trace the edges of her lips, meeting hers in return. Fire welled up inside him in tune with his growing erection, pressing against her thighs through his robes. Her arms wrapped around him as they embraced, and he slid his leg between hers, pressing his thigh against her crotch. She humped back solidly against him, her desire powerful and obvious.

He broke from her and brought one hand up to lightly rub across her left breast, the hard rubbery nipple rolling along the back of his fingers. He slowly walked around her, reveling in the essence of female beauty. He rested one hand on her buttock, feeling its smooth rounded flesh. “You want your lord, my Asli?” he asked softly. She nodded, turning her head to look over her shoulder. He came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her belly. His cock pressed firmly into her ass, and she rubbed back against it, feeling it slide between her cheeks. He buried his face in her dark hair, nuzzling his lips against the nape of her neck. One hand slid down her belly, touching the soft curly hairs and probing deeper. A soft sound escaped her as his fingers touched slick, wet flesh. “You will please me, Asli, my most favored. You always do.” He brought his finger up and touched her lips. She took it between them, and the sight of her full lips tasting herself made him surge to full arousal.

He stepped to the bed and lay back on the pillows. His cock thickly tented the robes that covered him. “Undress me, Asli,” he spoke. “Cleanse my manhood, and take me into your mouth to taste my strength. I have thought often of your talents when I was away, and they made the lonely nights pass swiftly.” She stepped closer to her bed, the lamplights casting her curves into deep shadow and golden highlights. “Pleasure my body as you would your own.”

 

[Annabelllee2003]

Asli - favored concubine

His words are a balm and a fire. Soothing her need for approval and searing her body with his frank desire.

Stepping toward the head of the bed, she leans forward, her hands slowly opening his robe, his undergarment, baring his hard chest. Her hands slide over his skin, her breasts almost touching his face. Her breathing becomes more labored as she begins the sweet ritual of undressing him. Her nails drag across his chest and arms as she moves around him to divest him of clothing. Hard nipples caress him when she urges him to rise a bit to finish exposing his flesh.

Straddling his waist with her back to him Asli leans forward, along the length of him, allowing her wet sex touch his hardness as she removes his slippers. Sliding her oiled body against his, her long hair teasing him with feather touches, she moves slowly, leisurely until she faces him, still straddling him.

“Behold my need of you, My Lord,” she murmurs as she touches her sex, gathering some of her juice on her fingers to show him. His movement is swift and his grip hard as he grabs her wrist to bring his fingers to his mouth, sucking her fingers, tasting her excitement.

Her smile is soft when she leans forward to whisper huskily against his ear, letting him hear her excitement, “I’ll pleasure you, my Lord.” With lips, tongue, teeth, hands, nails and skin she touches and teases him as she moves down his body. When the Kahn reaches for her reflexively, she stays his hands with a seductive smile, even as her body cries out with the need for his touch. Is she the only one bold enough to lead him a bit? He makes no protest as she continues her journey down his chest and belly with burning kisses and caresses until she rests between his legs her mouth near his hard straining cock.

With lazy ease, her tongue traces his cock, circling the head of it. The hand she raises to hold him to her mouth is only steady because of her determined will. Down the length of him she licks, to his heavy sack, bathing him with her tongue. With an impatient gesture she raises a hand to her heavy hair, sweeping it out of the way of her mouth. Nudging his legs further apart, she descends lower, her tongue pure torture as she nuzzles under his balls.

The shiver that travels down her body when he gathers and twists her hair around his fist, tugging it, is impossible to hide, as is the moan he feels against his genitals. Her hands stroke him in time to the movements of her lips and tongue. Just as he would demand her mouth on him, she senses this and moves up, filling her mouth with his cock. The sharp intake of his breath as her lips close around him makes her take him deeper, sucking him down until all he feels is her sucking mouth and the back of her throat. As she raises her head she looks up at him, to gauge his reaction, to make sure he sees the pleasure it gives her to please him.

 

[captainb]

Osman

Why do we desire a virgin in Paradise? thought Osman as he returned Asli’s gaze. None could give such pleasure as this. Her lashes lowered as her mouth descended again, filling with his full erection. He watched as she caressed his penis with her lips and tongue, her hand gently rolling and massaging his balls. She slipped a finger down to press into the tender flesh just behind his sack as she slipped his cock out of her mouth, trailing her tongue down the underside of his shaft as her hand slowly pumped. It was a dance, her fingers and lips in sync with the subtle movements of her smooth shoulders and her round ass, just visible beyond her dark silken hair. Her eyes opened again, dark and smoldering, and he saw the pleasure she received from her ministrations as she took the swollen tip back into her lips. His hips rocked on their own as she squeezed his balls, and he felt the storm rapidly growing deep inside his groin. Asli felt it too, and when the first strong pulse coursed through him, signaling his imminent release, she stopped her stroking and let him slip from her mouth, her fingers tightening around the base of his throbbing cock. She squeezed hard, her eyes not leaving his, her open mouth just out of reach of the tip of his cock which struggled in her grasp. Surges rocked through Osman’s body but the final release was held at bay, and as she sensed its waning she slowly relaxed her grip. Her tongue flicked out to swirl at the thick clear drops that seeped from the tip of his cock.

He reached and pulled her up by arm and hair so she lay fully on him. She pressed her sex against his rigid staff, slowly humping herself against him. Her breath came deep against his face, and he drank in her beauty before pressing his lips to hers. She returned his kiss with passion, their tongues exploring inside each other’s lips as his hands caressed her naked back. “Asli,” he murmured. “I have been away from you far too long. Those thoughts on lonely nights cannot compare to this. They pale to nothing before your love.” He kissed her again, pushing his cock hard against her pussy, and their bodies ground together briefly before he broke away. He cupped her ass and pulled upward. She responded, sliding her swollen breasts over his face as she rose. He paused and took each thick nipple in his mouth, sucking the hard tips and biting gently against their bases. He pulled her up to her knees and slid down the bed until she straddled on either side of his head. The dark mound of hair between her thighs was broken by the swollen edges of her labia, the dark and wet folds gaping slightly. Her inner thighs glistened with her desire. She gazed down at him through the deep valley between her breasts, and he looked up across her firm belly.

“Dance for me, Asli,” he said, his fingers softly stroking the outside of her thighs and the curve of her ass. He raised his head and briefly swiped his tongue along the soft fleshy lips above him, tasting the sultry dew that trickled from her. He smiled as her hips responded to his tease. “Dance, and my lips shall dance for you.”

 

[ariosto]

Maurad was in Paradise...
The movement of the stigil made him tingle, made his skin seem to have a life all it's own....The steam wrapped around them, caressed them both like the gossamer veils of the houri's who'd danced so often for him.
The scent of the ivory woman herself, so close he could reach out and touch her added the temptation of the forbidden to the sweet magic of the moment.

He stretched out, tight belly flat on the cool serpentine marble of the bench, the corded muscles of his back tightening under Cécile's deft touch. She was very good at this. He felt his cock beginning to swell against his stomach....

“You have seen many a battle I think, my Lord.”
Her fingers moving along the scar excited him.. he began to ponder a very rash move.

“Surely your days of fighting are over?”
The girls soft voice, the western accent, and her hands gliding like chineese silk across his skin made the staff beneath his belly, stiffen more and begin to throb in time to the beating of his heart.

"My days of fighting on the borders are girl. My fighting may be coming much closer to home now."
Cécile paused, considering carefully the words of the second son of Osman Ghazi.

He turned his head and looked at her.
The steam made her skin seem opalescent, it beaded like fairy dew in her hair. Her breasts were full and round. As she leaned over him they came within inches of his face...nipples dusky pink rosebuds with the hint of a soft depression in the center of each, a disc of delicious pebbled skin surrounded them.
Maurad felt his mouth watering...

Cécile half expected what came next, yet still was startled by the animal strength and swiftness of the warrior son.
He twisted over and thrw an arm around her slender waist, pulling her down roughly. Her breasts were crushed against the tight hard muscles of his chest and she felt the heat of his iron hard cock against the tender skin of her shaven mons...

"No..."
She whispered as their lips drew together.

"Yes...."
He answered as they touched.

 

[Annabelllee2003]

"Dance for me Asli... Dance, and my lips shall dance for you.”

This night, this gift of her Lord coming to her when least expected, fills her mind and incites her senses.

With a soft moan Asli arches her back and raises her hands to fan her hair out along his body. Up and back she moves against his mouth, pushing down then just brushing her pussy lips against his. Pulling forward knowing her hair will tease his cock, stomach and chest she looks down at him again. Her hands steal to her breasts to massage and pull her nipples as he watches her.

Back and forth, she moves against his mouth, dancing on his lips. At last he opens his mouth and allows her the pleasure of his tongue. When her congested sex weeps yet more fluid, her lord drinks from her. Asli shudders and moves against his tongue, all but begging his lips to find her nub.

When he sets his lips around her hard nubbin, Asli presses down moaning. The Khan takes this opportunity to enter her sex with a stealthy finger, hooking it forward to find her rough patch to rub in time to her movement.

Feeling her excitement he sucks her bud only stopping to flick his tongue across its surface. Rubbing her sweet spot and sucking at her center makes Asli delirious with the passion and she begins to move faster against his mouth. Gripping her breasts she starts to peak, arching back and driving his finger deeper and her pussy down on his waiting mouth. Still shaking with orgasm she moves down his chest until she can guide his manhood into her spasming depths. Bearing down on him, his cock filling her, Asli shudders and moans as her sex squeezes him, riding another wave of pleasure. She leans forward until she can kiss him; lick her juice from his mouth.

She lays on him, using only her muscles to squeeze him, each squeeze makes her shudder and she knows how good this feels to him. Knows it will excite him. Looking at her Khan, Asli kisses down his neck to his chest and returns to his mouth. She is endlessly wanton and moves against him subtly, the ripples of pleasure still coursing through her. An errant breeze from an open window caresses her fevered skin. With a smile, she uses her arms to hold herself off his body to watch his face in the flickering light.

“Do you like my dance lord? I know many.”

 

[Honey_B]

Cécile

The moment their lips touched, Cécile feared him, or rather, her reaction to him. She should not have opened her lips, but she did. It was madness, flirting with a flame that could consume her. During her training, Cécile had discovered passions within herself that she had never dreamed existed. She had surprised the gypsies with her ardent enthusiasm for what they taught. Maurad reminded her of Garridan, the male twin. He too had been fierce, making her feel her tender femininity with every word and gesture.

Maurad's mouth was insistent, his tongue seeking its own possession of her. Cécile's mind screamed to pull away, but her body yielded, sinking into Maurad, conforming to him. His tongue slid against her own in a slick caress and Cécile's head swam. She could feel Maurad's cock throbbing between her thighs, a perverse reminder that she endangered her mission with every second she allowed this to go on. Cécile mentally chastised herself. She was a highly trained assassin in the service of the Holy Church! As she struggled to get free, Maurad's big, brutal arms come up around her. She was pinned, trapped like a butterfly on display.

Cécile said a prayer to herself when Maurad finally broke off the kiss. Finding her voice, she spoke softly...

"My lord does me a great honor in his attention. Please allow me to do the same. I am new to this life and so would welcome the chance to learn from you. Let me taste your skin, let me please you with my mouth, but above all, let me live to please you again."

Cécile knew how to please a man, but the touch of her lips was a tentative as a child. Maurad groaned and lessoned his hold on her. Cécile felt able to breathe again as she dabbed a quivering tongue over the skin of his neck. She tasted the salt of sweat on her tongue.

 

[captainb]

Osman Khan

“Yes,” Osman murmured, stroking his fingers through her hair. “You are a queen of the dance, my love.” He slowly thrust upwards, raising her impaled body off the bed as their hips ground together. With a moan she pressed her breasts against his chest, kissing deeply as they he withdrew and sank back into her. She was molten, her walls gripping tightly on each outstroke, catching the end of his cock and sucking it back inside her pussy. He gripped her firm ass cheeks, feeling the muscles bunch and relax as she thrust against him. She pushed herself up on her arms, and he leaned up to catch one of her swaying nipples in his mouth. He fiercely sucked at the hard tip and increased the speed of his strokes. He held her in place as his hips slammed into hers, thrusting his cock deeply into her cunt. She began to cry out as her orgasm approached yet again, and then shuddered and collapsed on his chest as he felt her insides turn to liquid around his cock as her body jerked helplessly in her passion.

She lifted her head off his shoulder and looked at him, a smile playing along her soft lips. Beads of sweat highlighted her cheeks, plastering strands of hair to her face and shoulders. “Now Asli,” he said with mock command. “Now you may perform your dance, the dance to make a king release his seed.” She brushed her lips along his and straightened, straddling his body. His cock pulsed, still buried deeply in her pussy. She brushed her hair back and ran her fingers along the outlines of her generous bosom. Her hips didn’t move, but Osman felt a ripple slide along the length of his cock. Asli’s belly undulated as she caressed her breasts, the muscles in her belly massaging and rolling along the full length of his erection. She started to add subtle hip movements, but the true magic was played out in her dark depths. Osman breathed deeply at the sensations, and she ran her tongue over her lips, seeing his rising pleasure. She rolled her nipples as her contractions increased. It was like a multitude of oiled fingers gripped and rolled and stroked his cock, and his hips began a slow movement of their own in response. Asli cupped one tit and pushed upward, stretching her tongue out over the bulging flesh to flick at the tip of her erect nipple.

Her hips were moving faster now, swirling around and side to side, all the while the fantastic muscle control of her belly was pumping even more blood into his engorged member. He felt himself swelling, felt his balls pulling upward into his body, and he began thrusting hard into her. He suddenly rolled, Asli sliding underneath him as one of his arms swept under her knee, spreading her wide beneath him. His body slammed forward, the sensual dance of his concubine falling away as primal rutting took over. He drove himself fiercely into her as her fingers gripped deeply into his shoulders. With a roar, his cock speared deeply into her cunt, his cum blasting in hot spurts to splash within her belly and mix with the liquid that poured from her inner walls. For an endless time they pulsed and rocked together, her belly giving the last quivering steps of her dance.

With a sigh he rolled off of her, his eyes closed. He felt her leave the bed, only to return a moment later. The sounds of water were followed by a soft cloth as she washed him clean of the moisture of their loving, then she did the same to herself. Only then did she snuggle against him, laying her head on his chest as his arm surrounded her.

“Now, my Asli,” he said quietly. “Tell me the news of the harem. There was a man posing as one of the eunuchs. What do you know of him? And what of the other new gifts? Are there any you have concerns about, maybe the nehoomer?” Osman was no fool. He knew of Asli’s temperament and was aware of the power struggles that were inherent in his harem. He also knew there were few he could trust absolutely. Such trust needed regular reinforcing.