Disclaimer: Again, sorry about the length of this chapter. I've been trying to make them as long as the first one but I haven't had as much time to write recently as I would like. Thank you again to all those who have voted, commented, and offered constructive criticism. I write for myself but I publish in the hope that others will enjoy reading the story and getting to know the characters. Thank you and I hope you continue to read.
Shariyar was in a foul temper. The girl had given him an order and, even worse, he had obeyed.
"I walked out of that room like a chastised pet dog," he muttered to himself. "My tail between my fucking legs."
He paced the room agitatedly, too caught up in his own anger to even think about food or drink.
"Tomorrow," he snarled. "'Come back tomorrow', she said."
He stopped before the open window and stared out at the starry sky, massaging his forehead with one hand. Tomorrow seemed a very long way away.
Shariyar had not had a restful night since Nasrin woke him with a knife at his throat. The darkness seemed to crowd him, sending his wickedest instincts into a frenzy. He could feel those dark desires struggling against their chains like wild animals, pawing at the ground and howling at the moon, thirsting for freedom.
He scowled and turned his back to the night sky. He needed liquor and a woman. Possibly more than one... he felt a fire growing in the pit of his stomach as he thought about how he had taken Scheherazade the first time. His cock began to harden, straining against his trousers as he remembered how her whole body had quivered when he came inside her.
Shariyar wanted the gypsy's head impaled on his dick right then and there. He wanted the slut to gag on the length of his member and choke on his cum.
But, as much as he wanted the girl, he needed a willing whore tonight. He needed a seasoned slut to ride his cock and drink his cum. Shariyar fastened his cloak around his neck and pulled the hood over his head, obscuring his face in shadow. There was only one place to find the kind of woman he needed - an underground brothel on the outskirts of the city. It was kept secret to all but the most discreet of clientele. And, tonight, for the first time in many months, he would be one of them.
It was easy for Shariyar to sneak out of the palace: He was still as strong and agile as he had been as a younger man, and he knew the buildings and their grounds like the back of his hand. He climbed down the thick, creeping vines that grew outside the queen's bedroom window and disappeared into the unguarded gardens. The tree he and Jafar climbed as children was still the only one tall enough to stretch over the palace walls and he pulled himself up into its branches with a muffled grunt before following them over the rampart. He dropped to his feet outside the wall and then, after a hasty glance to be sure he was alone, took off into the night.
Shariyar slipped through the narrow alleyways of Persepolis like a shadow. The brothel was hidden beneath a decrepit house on the outskirts of the city. Perhaps some wild spirit took pleasure in the sinful den because, no matter how many times the desert threatened to consume it, the sand always seemed to keep at bay. If Shariyar were to be recognised out here, so close to the savage wilderness he had sent so many women to die in, the kingdom would probably never find all the pieces of his body. But the threat of death made the king's visits all the more exciting. Each time something moved in the shadows, Shariyar's stomach leapt and the rush of adrenaline set his heart pounding. The only thing he liked better than the dangerous journey was the reward that awaited him at its end.
By the time Shariyar reached the brothel his cock was struggling against the confines of his trousers once more. He walked into the abandoned house and knelt down a few steps inside, rapping sharply on the floor. A hidden trap door slid open - just wide enough for him to slip a bag of coins through - and then slammed shut again. A few moments passed while the guard counted the money and then the trapdoor slid open, this time wide enough for Shariyar to enter.
The guard nodded at the king as he descended the first few steps of the crooked wooden staircase before shutting the trapdoor and bolting it behind them. Shariyar waited in the darkness as the guard lit a lantern. Suddenly the wick caught and the passageway was illuminated. The guard edged past Shariyar and led him down the steep stairs. Finally the silent pair arrived at a thick wooden door. It opened slowly at a single knock from the guard. A pair of eunuchs nodded respectfully to Shariyar and then led him inside the luxuriant underground brothel.
Shariyar inhaled deeply as he was led through the carpeted corridor, taking in the scents of perfume, opium and incense that wafted through the air. From behind gauzy curtains, naked women sent coy smiles his way, flitting from their beds to gaze lustfully after him. The eunuchs stopped before a room guarded only by a heavy curtain. They held it open for Shariyar and then took their places outside the doorway.
The room was hazy with the musky smoke of burning incense and soft pillows were strewn across the carpeted floor. Shariyar pulled off his clothes, leaving them on the ground where they fell. He no longer had his hood to conceal his identity, but a mask had been laid out on the bed for him to cover his face. The mask was in the shape of a snarling wolf, it's red tongue lolling out from between fanged teeth.
"Fitting," he muttered to himself before slipping the mask over his face.
The eye-holes offered him a more narrow view of the room. He walked away from the bed and settled down in the padded embrace of a large, low chair. Then he waited, his cock standing at half-mast, for the show to begin.
He did not have to wait long. Two girls suddenly peeked in from the doorway. They giggled at each other and entered slowly, giving Shariyar the chance to appraise them.
They were both very beautiful women and Shariyar's dick grew stiffer as his eyes raked over their bodies. One was darker than the other, her raven hair hung straight and long, and her voluptuous breasts were ornamented with mahogany nipples that begged to be bitten. The other's hair rippled down to her shoulders in brown waves, her breasts were smaller than the her friend's and her nipples were small, pink rosebuds. The girls walked to stand in front of Shariyar and then began to touch each other, simpering at him as they rubbed their breasts together.
The king groaned slightly as his cock came to rest against his stomach, precum leaking from its crown and dripping onto his lower abdomen. The girl with the smaller breasts leaned down and took one of her friend's nipples into her mouth - pulling it between her teeth until the second prostitute moaned in delight. Shariyar licked his lips as the girl moved her mouth to the other nipple, suckling and biting at it mercilessly.
The girl with the straight hair then pulled the other girl's face towards hers, engulfing that torturous mouth in a passionate kiss. As their tongues danced, the prostitutes' hands resumed their explorations, running lightly over each other's breasts and asses.
Finally the girls broke their kiss, they glanced at Shariyar's dripping member and then back to each other. They each giggled as they got down on their hands and knees and began crawling towards the king. Shariyar moaned as he felt their lips brushing against his feet and steeled himself from taking his cock in his hands. He gripped the arms of the chair harshly as the girls licked and nibbled and kissed their way up his calves.
He spread his legs wider as the girls reached his thighs, shifting himself lower so that his groin was off the chair. The prostitutes licked his inner thighs, making their way slowly towards his heavy balls and waiting member. One of the girls turned around, positioning her face under his balls. He hissed as she ran her tongue around his ballsack, licking at each of his testicles gently before taking them both into her mouth.
"Yeah, bitch," he whispered darkly, "lick my balls."
The girl responded enthusiastically, even running her tongue behind his balls, teasing his perineum with her mouth.
The other prostitute straddled her friend, rubbing her pussy against the other girl's stomach as she positioned herself to suck the king's dick. Shariyar closed his eyes and moaned as she began to lick his cock from base to crown, swirling her tongue around its leaking head and lapping up his precum. Then she took the whole thing in her mouth, swallowing every inch of his cock in eager gulps. Her nose brushed against his pelvis as she held his cock in her mouth, her muscles clenching around his dick as it hit the back of her throat.
The king felt pressure mounting in the pit of his stomach but he refused to cum so quickly. He reached out and pulled the girl sucking his cock to her feet by a fistful of her hair.
