Firelight is the best light for drama.
It accentuates everything. Sweat glimmers and gleams, curves are softened and smoothed and eyes are shadowed and soft. Shadows are deep and threatening.
The firelight seemed to dance in time to the rapid beat of the drums and flutes that filled the air. A high, lilting, pulsing beat that danced between curls of incense smoke and through the silken hangings that hid the booths that circled the sandy ring.
In those shadowed recesses sensuous forms lounged at their ease. Here a suggestion of long, slender leg and there the deep curve of a generous bosom. Gems and jewels glittered on delicate fingers and lay against soft skin of every hue. Never a detail, never more than a hint of their true beauty made it through the silken screens,
The treasures of the seraglio were not for the eyes of those who had not earned the vision of their beauty.
The young man had been teased by the promise of it for hours now and as he walked along the hall the sounds of laughter and low voices intertwining with the music from ahead drew him onwards. He pushed aside silken hangings, his nostrils filling with the scent of incense as up ahead he saw his destination. A circle of sand lit by hanging lanterns and surrounded by shadowed, curtained booths.
He was tall and taut, a prowling grace in his stride, like a big cat. His shoulders and chest were deep and tightly muscled, standing out like whipcords as he moved. His face was young and bright-eyed, something like fear on it as he pushed aside the last hanging.
He saw stirrings in the shadowed booths, heads rising to regard him as he stepped out and into the arena. His breathing quickened, anticipation and excitement sending his heart skipping until he jumped as the music, so pervasive that he had almost stopped hearing it, suddenly ended. He turned slowly in place, taking in the silks and the figures beyond them, slender, full, tall and short, every shape and shade among their lounging number.
A clap brought him swivelling around to a wide expanse of red silk that hung diaphanously across the widest booth.
“What is your name?” It was a woman’s voice, flowing, like warm chocolate, with a breathy promise in its tone that made the young man’s breath hitch for a moment.
“A-Ahaad.” He said after a moment’s hesitation that brought a chorus of tinkling laughter from all around him.
“Ahaad.” The woman behind the red silk repeated the name, feeling the way it slid between cherry red lips. He said nothing in reply, watching, suddenly unsure of himself in front of the hidden, watching eyes.
After a beat she spoke again, “You are very beautiful Ahaad.” She turned her head this way and that behind the silk, taking in the lines of his body. Ahaad said nothing again, his heart refusing to slow from its frantic tattoo.
“We would like to see more.” This again brought a quiet ripple of laughter from the hidden booths but also sharp intakes of expectant breath, shapes leaning forward in the flickering shadows.
Ahaad’s eyes grew wide and his tongue flickered out to lick suddenly dry lips, hands moving to the sash at his waist but merely gripping the loose ends.
There was a purr of amusement in the voice when it spoke again, “Shy? Mmmm, well, we I suppose it is only fair we begin, as we are your hosts.”
A flick of a finger undid the hidden tie and the silken hanging slid away, rippling through the air and letting the light fall upon the sumptuously cushioned couch that lay beyond. Lounging upon it lay the woman who had spoken.
She was a little shorter than him but it was hard to tell for she was arrayed amongst silken cushions strewn with flower petals that were all that covered her skin. She was laying on her front and in the flickering light he could see the full, round shape of each breast as it curved into the delicious shadows of her cleavage and the silken sheets beneath her.
Petals were strewn down her back and over her ass, a trail that led to legs that were crossed delicately behind her, her round, full ass pert behind her. Jewels glittered against pale skin, rubies sparkling at her eyebrow and ears while bangles slid and rang against each other on her arms as she moved languidly.
She waited a long moment, letting him drink in the site of bare skin before he found her face. It was serene and playful, soft features with large, bright-hazel eyes that seemed to shine in the light. Her lips were painted bright red and gold sparkled in the dark hair that fell in tumbling ringlets across her shoulder.
Ahaad’s eyes roved over her, moving from shadow to shadow, imagining the hidden depths that lay within. He felt his member begin to stir in his trousers and from some hidden corner the drums started again, low, but rolling. The sound of a bow sailing across the strings of a violin stirring the air while skilled fingers plucked the strings of an oud and slid soft rhythms into his thoughts.
“Now you.” It was half request, half command, the woman’s eyes roving his body with much the same appreciation he had shown her.
Ahaad undid the sash at his waist and it fell away, heavy cloth uncoiling so that his loose linen pants slid down with it, the material pooling around his ankles. A sigh sounded from the booths, murmurs of appreciation and expectation as he stood, fully exposed before their eyes.
He watched the naked woman before him, watched her eyes which were glued to his penis. He felt his heart begin to hammer and he hardened in response to the hunger in her gaze. They watched as he grew, thickening and stiffening and now it was the woman that licked her lips.
Her tongue glided over them slowly, luxuriously, making sure he had time to take it all in. She smiled as she finished, biting her tongue gently before pulling it behind white teeth. She turned languorously over, her breasts turning into view, pink nipples hard from rubbing the silken fabric of the couch.
Ahaad continued to grow.
She held out one arm, stretching toward him, “Bring it to me.” She purred.
He stepped out of the trousers that had pooled about his ankles and began to move into her booth, stepping over the boundary of the ring. The anticipation of pleasure built and built in him with each step, her teasing smile and bright eyes promising so much.
From other booths there came movement and soft sights behind the music, shadowed forms moving closer together, fingers entwining and brushing over skin as they watched the pair lit by the torches.
Ahaad reached the booth and stopped, standing over her, his heart hammering as he took her in. She stared up at him, barely a foot away with his member level with her eyes. She looked from it back up and smiled seductively at the look she found on his face.
‘Am I beautiful Ahaad?’ She purred.
‘You are, my lady.’ He gasped in reply. He was fully hard now, jutting out towards her, animal need barely restrained by expectation.
‘My name is Kallira, and I would very much like to lay with you.”
She held his gaze and raised herself towards him, letting her breath play over the tip which twitched and sent a shiver through his whole body. A stifled groan went up, drawing a sigh of pleasure from the watchers as his hips jerked toward her.
She giggled happily and raised herself on one arm, turning and watching him drink in the sight of her breasts as they came into view. Then she leaned forward and cupped his shaft in her free hand, a shudder running through his whole body as she gripped it gently.
A drop of pre-cum shone on the end, Ahaad’s breathing coming ragged and short, his knuckles white as his fists clenched with need. She leaned forward and planted a kiss on it, soft, wet lips and a darting tongue flickering over the skin. A groan tore from him and she felt him pulse in her hands, his hips bucking, tight muscles flexing as he fought for control.
‘Tell me.’ She said softly, glancing up at him, ‘Have you ever been with a woman before?’ Her tone was playful.
He stared at her, eyes dark and intense, ‘None like you.’
She smiled, pleased with the flattery, and leaned forward, her face moving to the base of his cock until her nose brushed against the curls of his pubic hair. She planted a kiss on his shaft. And then another, and another, her tongue swirling over the skin each time as she moved toward the head. Her eyes did not leave his as she planted a kiss on the swollen head and then, finally, let her lips slip slowly over it.
He groaned, loud and lustfully and from the other booths there came whimpers of pleasure as the other men and women of the seraglio enjoyed the show.
She pulled back with a wet smack of lips and stared up at him again, her hand beginning to work on his shaft. ‘Do you think you will be able to please me?’
He was staring at her, his voice coming as a gasp that could not hide the boiling desire inside him, ‘I do Kallira.’
She smiled impishly, planting another kiss upon his tip, her tongue flickering out over it once more. ‘Then come and do so.’
Strong hands came down, long fingers touching creamy flesh and gliding over her skin. He leaned into her, fingers brushing her cheeks, then down onto her shoulders and down, down, down her back, his lithe form bending over her. He came back up but this time knelt and gripped her shoulders, lifting and turning her gently but firmly onto her back.
He held her down like that for a moment, taking in her nudity, her round, full breasts, the soft plane of her stomach and the small, neatly groomed patch of hair between her legs.
One hand closed over a breast, strong fingers sinking gently into, soft, yielding flesh. She purred and he moved, up onto the couch with her, his other hand closing over her other breast as he massaged them both. He felt her nipples, hard against his palm and rubbed, rasping them gently with the coarse skin.
She pulled him down on top of her, hands on his neck guiding him in. He stretched over her, his hands still on her breasts, taut muscle pressing against creamy skin as his lips found hers. He kissed her hungrily but gently, letting her take the lead again as her tongue flicked out to taste him.
His dick pressed against her, hard and hot against her thigh and she wriggled underneath him, parting her legs, letting him settle at the junction of her thighs. With their lips together they began moving in unision, rolling their hips against each other, his member running over and over her mound, parting the lips to brush against her clit.
They both moaned at the sensation, starting to buck against each other harder as his hands moved, roaming over her, touching, feeling, rubbing, everything. Hers did the same across his back, spidering across his ribs before pressing hard against his back when they came together.
His lips dipped lower now and hers came to his ear, whispering desire and promises to him while he tasted the skin of her neck. He hunched his back, moving down until he brought his head to her chest and lifted a nipple to his questing tongue.
She moaned happily, clasping his head in her hands and guiding him back and forth, letting him explore her body. One hand moved, cupping the cheek of her ass, pulling her up against him until he lowered her back down and let it come to her front.
Long, strong fingers made gentle but inexorable progress across her thigh, moving down and in. He rubbed the tips of his fingers across her inner thigh and then with a swift, sure move, cupped her mound, drawing a moan from both of them.
His palm pressed against her clit and his fingers moved lower and lower. He opened her up, letting her whimpers and small sounds of pleasure guide him. Her fingers worked on him too, cupping his shaft, drawing his head into the warmth of her palm.
She played with him, pulled him toward and pushed him away, guiding his body, his rhythm, with her grip. He grew tenser and tenser over her, fingers that had worked for her pleasure becoming still, curling inside her with need.
She drew him on and on, not saying anything in response to his gasps and moans, feeling his body grow tighter and tighter, above her.
His self control snapped with a growl and she laughed with delight as he reared up above her, hands parting her thighs.
‘Do it!’ she whispered excitedly and he bent down over her, one hand supporting his weight as with his other he guided himself over her mound. He let himself glide between her lips and up, rubbing the length of his hard shaft against her clit and drawing a long, low moan from her.
Then he was at her entrance, feeling the heat there drawing him on just like the hands that pulled at his shoulders. They stared into each others eyes and she nodded, biting her lip in anticipation.
They moaned in unison as he pushed forward, rolling his narrow hips slowly into the embrace of her thighs. She was wet and eager and he sank in almost half his length before stopping, feeling her tense beneath him at the unexpected size. He pulled out, slowly, fingers tender against her skin before pushing in again. And again. And again.
She moaned beneath him, uncaring now of the game, the dance of seduction that had worked them both to such a frenzy. Feeling only the pleasure as he stretched her, filled her. Then finally his hips met hers and a shudder ran through them both, hands clutching at each other as she felt the hard bone above his groin press into her clit.
He did not give her time to get used to it, nor did she want him to. Her hands on his back and hips urged him on, fingers gripping taut muscle and rocking him back and forth above her. He obeyed with relish, drawing his length slowly, agonisingly out of her and then thrusting home once more as the music swirled above them and mingled with the gasps and moans of their audience who watched in rapt attention.
Slowly at first they moved against each other, feeling every inch of the other, lips tasting necks and shoulders, hips grinding together at the end of every stroke. Then faster, his head coming away from her neck to pant with effort as he began to find his stride and fuck her in earnest.
The music mixed with the sounds of their sex, their moans and gasps a heady beat for the whirling melody. She angled her hips against him, bringing him where she needed him, feeling the spine tingling jolt every time his hips pushed home. Her moans became cries and then oaths, fingers gripping the sheets as she threw her head back and gave voice to the delicious pressure that burst suddenly free, her whole body racked with shuddering, helpless pleasure.
He rode it with her, slowing his pace gradually as she came down, her every inch of skin tingling, burning almost painfully wherever he touched her. But she was not done.
Her hands pulled him back down to her, her legs tensing again to stop him from pulling away.
‘More,’ She whispered in his ear. ‘Cum for me.’
He pressed into her again and the music whirled higher with them, his hands coming down to grip her hips, thrusting her down and into the silken sheets as she saw a delicious pressure begin to build in his eyes. She gave herself to it, pushing her hips up against him, letting herself move, thrusting her breasts up so that he could see them bounce in time with his fucking.
Killara revelled in it, in the raw need behind his every move and desperate gasp. In the tireless, athletic grace of his movements, the sheen of sweat outlining the tight muscles beneath his dusky skin. She rose to meet it once again, clenching herself around him, forcing him to push in again, and again, and again.
From the booths around them other cries of orgasm began to sound. Men and woman, alone or together, revelling in the passion before them.
Then he growled again, a shudder running through his whole body as he thrust home once again.
‘I… I’m cumming.’ He gasped, breathlessly and she cooed in response, her whole body trembling with sensation.
‘Do it.’ She whispered in reply and he thrust home one final time. Throwing his head back and groaning as he burst inside her. Thrust after thrust released more inside her, the heights of passion she had drawn him to now pouring into her.
He collapsed, shuddering atop her in ecstasy as she coiled beneath him, luxuriating in the sensations that suffused her. Slowly she raised her hands to cup his head, guiding him down to place a gentle kiss upon his lips.
‘You have pleased me Ahaad.’ she said softly against his lips, sealing the words with another long, luxurious kiss.
The music was soft now, wending its way slowly among the booths were others coupled still, their moans and cries filling Ahaad and Killara’s ears. She giggled happily, ‘Your night in The Seraglio has begun…’
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