The next day, Walter gets up and breaks his fast with his newfound benefactor, Mukh Momahd and his beautiful daughter Myrianna. After they have finished their meal, Mukh shows Walter some of the goods he is taking to Baghdad to sell. Fine silks from China, and fragrant perfumes from Marrakech. There is also fine silver and even gold jewelry from the finest smiths of the Far East. Finally, he leads Walter to a good-sized chest, which is heavily reinforced with heavy iron straps and two stout iron locks. When he opens the chest, Walter is dazzled by the colors of light being reflected off the precious gems and large pearls that are heaped inside.
"My God!" Walter exclaims, "there is a fortune here, enough to by a small kingdom!" Mukh laughs and says "no my friend there is not quite that much there, but it is my most valuable asset." And as he looks Walter in the eye, "My future and that of my child is here before you, and must be protected at all costs!" He then goes on to tell Walter how he has not trusted this information to another soul and promises Walter a large share if he would help protect this treasure till they reach Baghdad. Walter assures his friend that upon his life, he will do as his friend asks. After securing the chest and hiding it again under rolls of silk and fine carpets, Walter wanders off, while Mukh tends to his caravan.
Walter wanders back toward the sparkling pool of the oasis, and as he walks along the large pool formed by the bubbling spring, he is drawn to the cool shade from the palm trees lining its banks. Finding a secluded spot out of sight of the tents and busy workers, he decides on a bath to cool him from the heat of the day. So after stripping off his armor and under clothes, he steps into the pool, the cool water soothing his naked skin. While he is soaking away the dust and sweat, feeling quite content, a sound catches his attention. He pretends not to have noticed, so he won't give away that he is aware of the presence of the unknown visitor.
Out of the corner of his eye, he notices the fronds of a small palm moving. As he keeps his attention on the movement out of the corner of his eye, he is surprised to see that it is the merchant's daughter, Myrianna. He can tell she has been spying on him while he bathes, and is curious of what her reaction will be as he stands, letting the water run off his naked body. He has to suppress a sly smile, as he hears a soft gasp, while he turns his back to her and shakes the water from his long hair.
The knowledge that she is watching begins the flow of blood to his growing manhood. When he turns back towards the bank, and moves toward his clothes and armor, his half-erect cock is plainly visible. He is careful not to look toward her hiding place, making sure she has no idea he knows that she is there. He then sits on his cloak and leans back against the palm tree, making sure she has an excellent view, as he slowly begins to stroke his hardening cock. It excites him to know that she is watching him, and it fuels the fire growing in his loins. He strokes his manhood slowly at first, but is soon going faster and faster. It isn't long before his sticky seed erupts from the head of his hard and swollen cock. As his cock spurts forth his seed, the force of his orgasm sends it up to land on the sand some three feet from his twitching cock. As a moan escapes from his lips, he notices his audience slip away.
After dressing, he walks back to his tent to escape the fire of the midday sun. Once in his tent, he sees that his servant Linni has cleaned up the mess from the night before. He sends her out to wash the linens and his bedclothes, leaving him alone in the cool tent. While he drifts in and out of sleep, he does not notice the presence of his visitor, till she is there beside him. He knows she is there, from the exotic scent of her perfume. He easily recognizes the perfume, and it could only be Myrianna who has come to visit.
He does not open his eyes until he feels her soft touch on his cheek. Her beauty fills his gaze, and as she pulls aside the silk covering her lovely face, he sees a shy smile upon her lips. He opens his mouth to speak, but she places her delicate fingers across his lips, silencing him. She then starts to remove the many layers of silk that cover her young and nubile body. She is swaying to an unheard beat, as her sweet charms are revealed, to his lustful gaze. When she is naked before him, she silently kneels beside him and begins to remove his clothes. Soon they are both naked, and she pushes him back down on the cushions, avoiding his hands, which are trying to pull her to him. With the same sexy smile on her lips, she lets her long and soft raven colored hair tickle him as she lets it drag along his skin. Down his chest it goes, lower until it makes his growing manhood twitch as it passes over it, all the way down his legs to his bare feet. Then it moves back up his legs, till it comes to a stop over his now rock hard cock.
Through Her dark mane he can see a wicked gleam in her eyes, as she lowers her head to lightly kiss the swollen head of his engorged manhood. As she pulls back slightly, he sees her soft pink tongue, snake out from between her full red lips, and cannot help but gasp as he feels it curl around the plum sized head of his swollen cock. His reaction only spurs her on, and she is soon running her tongue along the entire length. Walter is amazed at this young woman's talent, and wonders how one so young can have such skill. The pleasure she is giving him, as she takes his hard cock into her soft, warm, and wet mouth, causes him to moan in ecstasy. He could not look away if he wanted to, his eyes locked to hers, as with each downward movement more and more of his hard flesh disappears into her greedy mouth. He feels her throat muscles swallow, and she takes him all the way into her mouth, the mushroom shaped head of his manhood lodged in her throat. Then she moves back up, until only the crown is trapped between her lips before engulfing him again deep into her throat. Soon she has established a rhythm, slow upstroke… breath… fast down stroke… pause, her tongue working over the sensitive underside of his shaft as her throat muscles try to milk his seed from him.
All the While her soft hands gently pulling and squeezing his heavy ball, as she nudges him to bend his knees. When she pulls her lips from his slick and saliva coated cock; she places her index finger in her mouth, and sucks it as if she was still sucking his hard cock. Pulling her finger from her mouth with a soft "plop". She runs it around the sensitive rim of his crown, before engulfing it once again in her mouth, burying it to the hilt, deep into her throat. Walter, lost in the heat of her soft mouth, is startled when he feels her wet finger probe it's way into his ass. She then matches stroke for stroke, mouth and finger, when one pulls back the other moves forward. As her tempo increases, he can hold out no longer, though he would try. Not wanting this incredibly erotic and ball draining sucking too ever end.
She senses the upcoming eruption, and buries him deep inside her throat. He grasps her head to keep his cock buried in her throat as spurt after spurt fills her throat, her swallowing his cum, and milking more cum from his bursting balls. He almost passes out from the intensity of his orgasm, but soon it starts to pass as his deflating cock slips from her throat and then from her soft, sweet mouth. She then smiles at him, as her tongue tries to capture a drop of his cum that has momentarily escaped from her mouth. He can only lie there, watching her, as she dresses, unable to move. Not only has she drained his heavy balls, but also the energy has been drained from his body.
Our hero drifts off to sleep as Myrianna, hurries back to her father's tent, before her absence is discovered. As he sleeps, he dreams of his past life, and the horrors he has witnessed as part of the Holy Crusade. In his dream, he relives the bloody battles, and is forced to watch his friends and comrades die all over again. He is disgusted by all of this carnage, and refuses to believe it is truly the will of God. He has lost his faith in the Church, and feels only anger toward the priests, who claimed that this was a holy war.
He wakes Up to the sounds of battle, and it takes a moment, for him to realize that he is no longer dreaming. His warrior instincts take over and in a flash he is dressed and armed, ready for battle. He rushes from his tent, and the fierce sound of combat, draws him toward the merchant's tent. When he sees the merchant fighting for his life, Walter throws himself into the melee. He drives fast and hard into the fighting, his sword cuts through the air and the bodies of those who stand against him. His timely arrival turns the course of the fight to the defender's advantage. Soon the raiders are in full retreat. He returns to find the merchant is searching the ruins of his tent, he is calling out his daughter's name, afraid that she has been hurt or killed by the brigands. After a long and thorough search, they can find no sign of his beautiful daughter anywhere. They soon come to the conclusion that Mryianna has been taken. The merchant is shaken by this news, then in a distraught and shaky voice asks Walter if there is any hope for a safe return of his daughter. Walter tries to calm the man, reminding him that as a hostage, she is worth more to these men alive at the moment.
After much consideration, Walter puts his hand on his friend's shoulder, and tells him that he will do whatever it takes, to either bring her back or avenge her death. The merchant thanks him, and provides Walter with all the supplies he asks for. Walter is soon ready to leave, as he bids farewell to his new friend the merchant thrusts a heavy purse of gold coins to Walter, and says this may get him in or out of places that his sword may not. Walter places the gold into his saddle bag, nods to his benefactor, and is on his way