Oiled and perfumed, dark exotic eyes peering over iridescent veils, we all lay upon our pillows. Idly brushing each other’s hair, we embraced one another as sisters in our womanhood. Each woman beautiful in her own way. Round soft, sleek slender, large - powerful, and eternally graceful, every variety of woman filled the sandstone room this warm, sun burnt dusk. Soft winds heralded the coming of night, and we arranged ourselves seductively so that we might catch his eye.
The women of the harem. Some of us had fallen out of favor, some of us had not yet known our husband's bed. We all belonged to him, but we all belonged to each other, as well. Smiling knowingly at one another, we knew there were no lonely nights. A pair of arms, or two or three, were always close at hand. Yes, we belonged to each other.
There were times, we would entertain him. Lick and suckle at each other’s bodies as he chose his favorite. Watch, as he took her in front of us. Envy her as he filled her. Her breasts shaking, her moans louder and louder in our ears, filling our blood with fire as we watch him thrusting into her with his cock. At times he beckons to us to taste the combined juices of our beloved friend and the salty fluids that pour from his body. His kisses and teasing laughs echo in our ears and roll over our skin.
I know that I am wet thinking of him, thinking of all of them. I am wet with need and wanting. A sweet voice whispers in my ear, "I can smell you." A giggle passes over my lips as her tongue quickly flicks over my earlobe. We steal a quick kiss. If tonight I am not chosen, I know I shall not be alone.
Our attendants scurry, and their flight, like a thousand butterflies, signals his arrival. I hear his voice, deep and beautiful. His laugh is thick, slowly seductive, like the velvet night that blankets the earth outside our windows. He is beautiful, and no matter how many times my eyes fall upon him, each time I fall in love anew.
The dark curls of his hair fall, framing and contrasting against the fair, glowing skin of his face. The smile that spreads across his gorgeous, sensuous lips, is heart stopping. He is slender and tall, though graceful, with a seeming energy under his skin that reminds me of a large cat. He eyes us slowly, the look of ownership, the look of pleasure.
"My loves, you are like a garden of the most beautiful flowers I have ever seen." He takes a deep breath and smiles rather cheekily, "And no other garden in the world smells as intoxicating." I blush as I remember the words of my companion. His eyes fall upon me and catch the faint rose of my cheeks. Laughing delightedly he leans over to brush my lips with his. He lifts my hand and brushes the back against his face as he announces. "Tonight, my loves, I have a surprise for you."
Standing, he raises his voice and calls out, "Baleath, Nurhisie! Come in gentlemen” As two incredibly striking men enter our chambers a gasp ripples through the ranks of the harem. Never had any man other than the eunuchs and our husband entered our oasis, and now here were two strangers, who were CLEARLY not eunuchs.
The first man, shorter than our husband, but slender and with the largest, most beautiful eyes I’ve ever seen, smilingly comments to his companion, “Maltaethir, here is a lucky man. It is a marvel to me that he can get any sleep with temptation like this at hand.” His incredibly blue eyes meet mine, and I feel his breath catch in his throat as it has caught in mine. I am flushed and afraid that my interest will be punished, looking down, I conceal my interest.
A chuckle full of masculine promise breaks the light silence in the room. “Bale, you are young. You would bed all these lovely beauties and become an old man in one night. But I agree with you, Mal is quite the connoisseur.” As I brave a glace up, I notice that the man who must be Nurhisie is also looking at me now. He is older than both Bale and my husband. His arms thicker, muscular, his hair short cropped. Nurhisie looks for all the world like he uses his body as a weapon. The word deadly comes to mind, yet there is no coarseness in his features. I am afraid I have stared too long.
Our husband’s voice seems thoughtful rather than angry and I breathe a sigh within myself. “Nurhi, Bale, you know why I have brought you here tonight. As my new generals and the men who have saved my life, I grant you your choice of my wives. Who will you bed?” Only the training that we have all received keeps us from uttering anymore than a mass gasp. We all look up and stare wildly scared and frighteningly excited at the prospect of bedding such beautiful men.
A knowing smile curls the corner of Mal’s mouth. “Or have you already made your choices?” I do not dare to hope that I shall bed one of these three men. The men who make my blood like fire in my veins. The heat within my body creeps across my skin in a slow, glowing blush. Both men make a pretense of walking around the room, looking over each one of my beautiful companions. Finally, the look at one another as the meet beside Mal.
They quietly speak so that none but their ears may hear. The thick rolling laughter of Mal’s voice shakes the air in a burst of wild joy. Walking before me he kneels and takes my hands. “Beauty of beauties.” He kisses the palms of my hands and I am wild with the feel of his kiss. I stare into his eyes and see a burning desire that almost frightens me.
“ Yes, my husband?” My voice is soft and breathy, I am almost dizzy with the wild rushing of my blood.
“My jewel, it was my intent to have you tonight. But I have promised these men that they would have whom so ever they chose. Will you honor my promise?” His hand is in my hair, gentle and loving in a way that makes my heart shake within me. I can only nod and look curiously out at who else was chosen. “No my love,” Mal whispers softly to me. “Tonight there shall be only you. They have both chosen you, as have I.” He looks at me intently and watches as my eyes widen. He places a soft, gentle kiss on my forehead. “Do you still wish to honor my promise?”
