Yasina wanted me to watch her son deflower a virgin. That was the task she set me. Unbeknownst to her, I was fully aware that he had already had two ... unsuccessful encounters. I didn't know if they were complete failures, or just unsatisfactory.
For the sake of familiarity, he used my rooms for this third attempt. Perhaps it was because there were no spy holes in the Emperor's more private chambers. Either way, I was in position, in the adjacent room, when Bishkur entered.
He poured himself a drink, and then waved a salute in my direction. Clearly he knew that I was there. Or that someone was there - did he think it was his mother?
When they led his concubine in, I had a momentary twinge of regret that she wasn't for me. I didn't even know her name. But the girl was Roxoni, for certain. She had jet black hair, and those familiar almond-shaped eyes. Her eyelashes, like Nanka's, were long and thick. With additional makeup, the effect was spectacular.
She was tall, towering over Bishkur in her high sandals. He offered her a drink of wine, and sat beside her on the divan, though a little farther away than I would have.
It was another evening of firsts for me: I had never spied on other people having sex before, nor I had I ever watched an Emperor. And I certainly had never seen a homosexual male attempting to deflower a virgin.
Several things became immediately apparent. The Roxoni girl was attractive, and definitely not shy. Her accent was better than Nanka's, and she laughed at anything Bishkur said which was even remotely funny. She was clearly going out of her way to please him.
And while the girl might be a virgin, it was also plain that she didn't want to remain one. Her hand was on his arm, and she batted those stupendous eyelashes mercilessly. Bishkur, however, proceeded very slowly, and deliberately. He engaged the girl in a remarkably inane conversation. She gave short answers, obviously eager to get on to the main event. But he seemed to be completely unaware of how ready she was.
Eventually, Bishkur asked her to dance for him. The Roxoni smiled at that, revealing a slight gap between her front teeth. She proceeded to swing her hips, all the while looking him in the eye. This was the most brazen virgin I had ever heard of!
She wasn't much of a dancer, but she was a great stripper. She had the typical olive skin of a Roxoni woman. Her breasts were firm and nicely shaped. Her stomach was almost flat, and she had long, shapely legs. Her ass - which I saw a great deal of - was tightly rounded.
I spared a glance for Bishkur, but couldn't decipher his expression. Did he feel as I would have if I was forced to watch a man strip? Was he bored - or simply concealing his distaste?
The concubine surprised me again. She danced closer to Bishkur, giving him a close-up view. Then she went to her knees and shook out her long black hair. She seemed to be running her hands up and down his legs. I couldn't see very well from this angle - though I had an excellent view of her backside.
She must have untied his trousers, because she lowered her head to his groin. I had a momentary flash of jealousy: why couldn't
my
virgin have been like this? But that was not a charitable thought; this evening was supposed to be about the Emperor, and not about me.
Bishkur had his eyes closed, and his head thrown back. One of his hands toyed with her long hair as she fellated him with enthusiasm. She smacked and slurped noisily, and then swallowed his seed when he reached orgasm. Then the Roxoni girl sat back on her heels, naked, while he recovered.
The Emperor then drew her back onto the divan, next to him. Again, he attempted to draw her into conversation. It took me a moment to realize what he was doing: Bishkur was sticking to the plan I had outlined for him.
But that strategy was for a reluctant, nervous virgin. This concubine could not have been more eager. It was clear to me that she was ready. Only he didn't see it. The wall was breached, the garrison was demoralized, and Bishkur could have launched his assault with every prospect of success.
Instead, he delayed. They drank another glass of wine, while he quizzed her about her family. Then he complimented her on her beauty, searching for adjectives to describe every part of her body. Bishkur accompanied this commentary with gentle caresses, stroking her arm, or her leg.
The Roxoni girl was more impatient. She reached for his penis, and began to manipulate it, seeking to produce another erection. Now the roles were reversed: she was the active partner, trying to seduce a reluctant virgin.
He was still talking, still stroking parts of her body - but resolutely avoiding her breasts or her privates.
What on Earth was he doing?
Why was he sticking to the script, despite all the evidence which suggested he didn't need it anymore?
Finally, she knelt on the divan and tried to fellate him a second time. Bishkur shifted his hips
away
. Then he reached out a hand to stop her.
- "No, my dear." he said. "Let me."
He stood, and led her to the bed. On the way, he re-tied his trousers. Bishkur was fully clothed, while his black-haired virgin was naked. He placed the Roxoni concubine on her back, and began to kiss her ankles. She spread her legs wide for him, and propped herself up on her elbows, so that she could watch what he was doing.
His back was to me, so that I could not see his face, or much of his technique. But I could see her expression clearly. She looked ... confused? Was she wondering - as I was - what Bishkur was doing? He spent an inordinate amount of time kissing around her knees.
Was he reluctant to go any further? Perhaps his homosexuality made him squeamish about a woman's private parts ... No. I could tell by the position of his head, and the expression on her face, that he had arrived at destination.
It was that - the expression on her face - which fascinated me. At first, she showed disbelief, that the Emperor of Zamarka was going down on her. Then her eyes partly closed, and she licked her lips. But all too soon, her eyes opened, and she simply watched him. How could I describe her facial expression?
It came to me, eventually. It was a mixture of boredom, and disappointment.
He did not bring her to orgasm. Not even close. Instead, it was the Roxoni girl who took the lead again. She disengaged, gently, and then flipped over onto her knees. She raised her backside, and offered herself to him.
Bishkur knelt behind her, and ran his hands across her rump. He untied his trousers, and I was treated to a view of the Imperial buttocks.
And then nothing happened.
A very short time later, Bishkur climbed off the bed. "I'm sorry, my dear." he said, as he re-tied his trousers. "The spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak."
He was kind, but firm, as he ordered her to dress, and then sent her on her way. When she was out the door, Bishkur turned to face the section of the wall where I was concealed.
- "We will speak of this tomorrow." he said.
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It was decidedly odd. When I saw him the next day, the Emperor looked much the same as ever. Calm, at ease. Yet he shouldn't have been. He knew that I had watched him fail again. And this was no reluctant virgin, with moral scruples, like Elseya. The Roxoni woman had blatantly offered herself to him. But Bishkur seemed remarkably unconcerned.
Why? It was another strange piece of an unusual puzzle.
- "I am sorry that you had to watch that." he said. "It must have been ... disappointing."
- "Well -" I began. But Bishkur held up a hand.
- "We will discuss my most recent ... failure." he said. "You will note that I moved too deliberately, too ... slowly. On the positive side, I did achieve an orgasm ... orally. However, I could not sustain an erection later, and was unable to penetrate her. Does that adequately describe last evening?"
- "Essentially, yes," I agreed, "but -" Again he stilled me.
- "We will agree that while my performance was ... inadequate, there were encouraging signs. In fact, you will come to the conclusion that I should read more. Love poems, erotic writings, and the like. Also, I might benefit from a revision of your generalized strategy. Perhaps it could be ... tailored, to my particular ... situation."
I didn't say anything. Bishkur always chose his words carefully. That gave me one more piece of the puzzle. And in this case, he was saying '
we will agree'
, and
'you will come to the conclusion'
. My input was hardly necessary, if he was going to speak for me.
- "Do you agree?" he asked.
- "As you wish, Highness. My report will suggest precisely those things." I said.
- "And again, Carrach - I am sorry that you had to be ... privy to that."
- "There is no need to apologize." I said. "And now that my report is concluded - I have some ... observations which may interest you, Highness. Since these are merely my ... private musings, they will of course not be included in my report."
