Amairani stared up at the high ceilings of her silent room, the sun spilling through the windows across her deeply tanned skin. She traced patterns on her body with her fingertips, leaving cool trails of rose-scented oil that her servant had given her. Her body was decorated with thin gold chains, clinging to her like delicate serpents. They began at her fingers, mimicking the bones beneath her skin, circling around her wrist that bore a crescent-shaped burn scar. A single chain then ran up her arm, and loosely wrapped around her neck to then slope down her other arm and connect to her wrist, which wore a scar mirroring the other. Her small breasts were left exposed, but were painted with thin lines of shimmering gold that radiated from her dark, pierced nipples. A single chain that hung from her neck supported five other chains that looped around her small waist and fell gently along the curves of her hips, the last chain cradling the bottom of her firm, round ass. Three chains framed the triangle of her smooth and hairless cunt, which had a crescent medallion encrusted with emeralds resting on it. Her skin was flecked with gold and white powder, and her lips and eyelids were painted a deep gold. Sitting atop her head were layered chains decorated with small jewels and pearls, falling down her waist-length curly black hair.
Amairani was a pleasure slave to the royal family in the castle called Asteria, and she was the favorite of King Eion. She lay in her chambers that she shared with the eleven other slaves that belonged to the kingdom of Luana. The pleasure slaves were all decorated identically; nude save for the layers of gold and crescent-shaped jewels that outlined all of their most beautiful features and denoted their superiority among other slaves. She was one of the six girls who had been brought from the island over several years. They had been handpicked at the island market by the King's own special attendant, and taken away from The Sisters who had raised them. All slaves and attendants to the kingdom were required to be orphans, and to have been raised by The Sisters on an island across the Zharian Sea. The wars with the kingdom on the other side of the mountains on the borders of Luana created many orphans, and had been going on since the first stones of Asteria were carved. The island was where all attendants to the kingdom were taught, and where orphans from the intricate labyrinths of villages - that grew from the very sides of the castle walls and down to the edges of the mountains - were taken from.
The chamber that Amairani shared with the other pleasure slaves was an expansive and open room in the west tower of the sprawling Asteria, which sat atop the edge of a high cliff over the Zharian and stretched on and upwards into the clouds. Their room was decorated with darkly-colored fabrics which hung around the walls, with roaring fireplaces that were attended to constantly. The entire right side of the room was left completely exposed to the outside, supported only by columns, between which hung a series of billowing, sheer, white fabric. Each slave slept in a large bed with thick black curtains hanging from the ceiling around them, creating twelve dark, flowing pillars floating along the edges of the room.
But Amairani was lying in one of the many nests of colorful feather pillows and thick blankets that covered the cold marble tile of the floor, waiting for her sisters and brothers to wake up.
Between her legs was her attendant, Mira, a light haired and fair skinned slave who had been brought to Asteria the same time she had. Every morning, Mira would come into the room to dress Amairani at sunrise, since that was always when her mistress woke up. When Mira had become her attendant, Amairani had insisted that she service her further after she was decorated, something uncommon among the other slaves and their attendants. She only asked because Mira had already been servicing Amairani on the island for years before she had been taken to be an attendant at the palace before Amairani was taken to be a slave. Daily, Mira crawled between the long, soft, and oiled legs of Amairani and put her mouth to her cunt, and brought her to an orgasm every single morning. She had just finished, and was lying with her cheek against Amairani's thigh, watching her rub oil on her breasts and her stomach. Amairani looked down at her,
"Come here, Mira." She patted the pillow next to her and sat up in a graceful and fluid motion, her light green eyes focused on the juices shining on her attendant's pouty lips. Mira excitedly swarmed through the silk throws to get to her, for she was always sent away aching after tasting the sweetness of Amairani's cunt. She kneeled next to her, and whispered,
"Yes?"
Amairani took Mira's finger and guided it to her cunt, and ran it over herself, coating her finger in her cum. "My cunt is my second favorite flavor in the entire kingdom, Little Mira." She smiled, and licked Mira's finger clean with her pink tongue and then bit the tip, "Do you know what my most favorite flavor is, dove?" Mira shook her head slowly, trying to keep her breathing measured. Amairani smiled again, "King Eion's seed, you silly thing." She dropped her hand to take her by the chin and kiss her fully, lazily licking Mira's lips and chin, and sucking her own cum clean from her face.
She swatted Mira's thigh lightly to send her away, leaving Mira dizzy and burning as she stumbled out of the room and disappeared between the curtains of one of the many archways along the walls. Amairani lay back on the pillows, and licked her lips clean while she absentmindedly tweaked her hard nipples.
"I don't understand why you do that to that poor thing," a voice from behind her made Amairani jump and look over her shoulder. Standing there was Caiseal, the sun on his dark, naked body. He was smirking with his arms crossed over his chest, his gorgeous cock half hard and his eyes dancing with delight at having caught Amairani with her own little pleasure slave. His brown curly hair fell messily to his shoulders, and his body was still heavy with sleep, but even lazily standing there his perfection was dazzling.
He laughed at her surprise and ducked a pillow that she tried to hit him with, and joined her on the floor, kissing her full golden lips deeply as he did every morning.
"You're terrible to her. Ismaray told me the other attendants make fun of her for the things you make her do." He said while he pulled her up onto his lap and played with the crescent medallion on her cunt. Amairani sighed and pinched his cheek lightly,
"But Caiseal, she's mine, my very own toy." She said for the hundredth time. Her brothers and sisters always teased her about Mira, but she knew they would gladly have their own little dove to fall to their feet every morning and offer their mouth to them.
