0 comments/ 21499 views/ 4 favorites Dance Of Delight By: Moonlight_33 Wrapping the silk veil tightly about her body, Shikira stepped through the curtain and positioned herself in the empty space before the tables of her lord and master, Sheik Mohammed Magma. He was young for a sheik, in his mid thirties, with the most intense eyes of any man Shikira had ever seen. He had always treated her well, better than most of his wives, setting her well above the other women of his personal harem. Shikira had to wonder if it was because she was the only member of the harem with pale skin. She was European by birth, her birthright giving her the coloration she was almost sure lay behind the sheik’s fascination. The former Sheik, Mohammed's father, had found a tiny baby in the arms of a woman who had died huddled up in a doorway during a winter visit to London. Not having the heart to let the tiny babe suffer the same fate as her mother, he made a gift of the child to his favorite concubine, Ma-see, and smuggled the child home with him. The woman had begged him to allow her to bear him a child, but he did not want to see the body of his favorite plaything marred by the affects of childbirth, or risk her life, so he had forbidden it. The gift of the tiny baby girl made Ma-see happier then she had ever been, and the old Sheik was well pleased with how Ma-see expressed her gratitude. When Shikira was ten, Ma-see had finally been given permission to bear the aging sheik a child. It was a decision he soon regretted, as Ma-see never lived to see the second of her twin sons take his first breath. It was said, only in rumor of course, that the old sheik died of a broken heart at the loss of his beloved Ma-see, and his estates and all they held, were passed to his oldest son, Mohammed. This, of course, included the harem and all the children borne to them, including Shikira. She had been trained in the subtle arts of pleasuring a man from the age of thirteen, but was not introduced to her master’s bed until her eighteenth birthday. She had never had any man other than Mohammed, for it seemed he treasured her, and wished to keep her solely for himself, teaching her what he desired from her most, and pleasing her in ways she never dreamed possible. Now, at the age of twenty-two, Shikira took great pleasure in being the only woman he bedded who was not one of his wives. Holding the soft pink veil just below her eyes, she cast her eyes along the tables, quickly settling upon the face of her beloved master. Beside him was a man she had never seen before, an English officer by his uniform, with fair hair and strangely stirring blue eyes. She had seen Englishmen before, times as troubled as these often brought men from foreign lands, but there was something about this man in particular that made her feel a little strange. It was not an uncomfortable feeling, she was more then accustomed to the eyes of men upon her body, but it was definitely different. As she watched him, waiting for the music to start, he gave her a soft smile and tipped his wineglass in her direction, a sigh of approval, and one that seemed to please her master. As the music started, her body began to sway, ever so slightly, moving back and forward within the wrapping of the veil. Side to side, moving in a slow circle as she let the veil drop to her feet, Shikira swayed with the slow rhythm. With a sudden swish of her arm, she cast the veil aside. Moving her head in a slow circle, rolling her shoulders, she turned back to face the table, the music picking up pace a little as it penetrated her soul, and before long, she was totally absorbed, mesmerized, and one with the rhythm. Parting her lips with a soft moan, she ran her fingers through her hair, down over her cheeks, and stroked her slender throat. Twisting her wrists, she ran her fingertips down over her chest, caressing the edges of her beaded bra, and the outer limits of her breasts. Her breath caught a little as her nipples came to life, her dark pink points pressing hard against the fabric of her bra. With a twist of her hips, she shimmied free of her skirts, her fingers training down over her tight belly and reaching the tops of her thighs. As the music changed tempo a little, she wiggled faster, bringing her fingers back up to circle her tingling breasts. Swaying her head from side to side, hair long honey colored hair swept over her back, brushing across her face and caressing her lips. She licked them slowly, deliberately, her head thrown back a little as the music pulsed through every pore in her body. A quick flick of her head and her hair was once again cloaking her face and breasts in a silken shield. Her hand found the clasp on her bra, and the sound of a pounding drum set her breasts free. Her slender fingers paid homage to the flesh that brought her master so much pleasure. Tiny shivers raced across her skin as she rolled her head, brushing back her hair and revealing her firm, rounded breasts for all to see. Her master's eyes were approving, and the eyes of the officer showed something she had not expected, admiration. The song and tempo changed again, speeding up and intensifying to a sexy, almost primal, rhythm, lifting her mood to one of pure erotic fantasy. Bending, running the tips of her fingers up the full length of her long legs, she stopped to let her hands dance across the pale flesh of her thighs, over her hips and buttocks. As Shikira moved to feel the soft lace of her panties, the smooth shaved flesh beneath shivered a little with heat. She spun gracefully about, one hand moving to gently squeeze and caress her breasts, while the other moved along her thighs, between them, over her mound and back up over her belly, only to be thrust back between her thighs once again. Gyrating her hips, grinding her pelvis, she hooked her fingers into the sides of her panties and slid them down her legs in a slow tease, only to run her fingers back up her legs and over her smooth shaved mound once again. She could see the surprise in the officer’s eyes at the sight of her naked pleasures, but it was a surprise he seemed to take delight in, and for some strange reason, Shikira took pleasure in that. The music had filled her with lust, a need that was now amplified through her eyes, her lips, and her body. Lifting her fingers to her lips, she blew the officer a kiss. A teasing gesture that made the officer blush a little and caused Shikira to giggle under her breath. She had always know that she had an alluring power over men, it was one of the reasons her master had always requested she perform the dance of the goddess before important guests, but there was something about this particular guest that made her blood run a little hotter then normal. The music ended in a rush, and Shikira finished her dance with rapid spinning, and falling to the floor, her arms outstretched and her breasts heaving as she caught her breath. Her audience applauded in appreciation as she rose to her feet, and backed away bowing, twirling a little as she vanished behind a curtain. Dropping to a stool, she was quickly attended by the other dancers, wiping her body with cool towels and passing her a glass of chilled fruit wine. Her skin felt hot, but it was a heat that was generated by more than the dance; it was a flame that had been fanned by the eyes of an Englishman, and continued to grow with every breath she took. A sheer cloak was wrapped about her shoulders, and one of the others dancers whispered "The master comes." Shikira was always thrilled when he came to her right after she danced, while her body was hot and her heart was pounding, but when he arrived with the Englishman at his side, she was a little surprised and confused. No man but the Sheik was permitted beyond the curtains. Mohammed smiled at her adoringly, reaching out to gently caress the side of her exposed cleavage. "Shikira, my sweet flower, this is Lieutenant Hudson. Tonight you will dine with him and show him all the pleasures our lands, and our home, have to offer." Shikira's mouth visibly dropped open. Never before had he offered her to another man, and never had she imagined that he would. Had she done something to displease him? Did he not find her desirable any longer? She felt as though her heart would break. Not wanting to believe that he would ask this of her, her eyes searched his for some sigh that he would change his mind. When she saw none, she fell to her knees at his feet. "Please my Lord, I don't want to…” but before she had finished her plea, he bent over her and lifted her chin, squeezing just hard enough to make it hurt. "Hear me Shikira, and hear me well, for I will remind you of this but once. You belong to me, and I will do with you as I will. This night it is my will that you dine with the good lieutenant, and pleasure him with all the skill and fire you have within you, or so help me, by morning you will regret every moment of your defiance. Do you understand me?" His tone of voice left no room for further pleading. Shikira dropped to the floor, defeated, her shoulders slumped and her eyes looking only at his feet. Never before had he treated her thus, never had he reminded that she was nothing more then a possession, and never had she been so angry. It was then that she made a silent vow within her heart that her days as a slave were numbered, and she would have her freedom before the turn of the next season. As the tears flowed down her cheeks and fell silently onto the soft fabric of her cloak, she answered, "Yes, my Lord." Without another word to her, Sheik Mohammed slapped the lieutenant on the shoulder, making some comment about keeping slaves in their proper place, and offering him another drink. She didn't lift her head to see if the Englishman was looking at her in her disgrace, but she could feel his eyes, and she flushed a little in her fury, and her shame. Later that night, the other maidens helped her to prepare, telling her how fortunate she was that she had been chosen. She inwardly seethed. Perhaps it was her English blood, or her rebellious and possessive nature, but she would never completely submit to such treatment. Standing before the mirror, she appraised her appearance. Even to her eye, she was a beauty. Though she had never been one to take beauty for granted, she had more to offer then most of the other maidens. Perhaps this was his reasoning for lending her to the Englishman, or perhaps it was because she herself was English-born, but whatever it was, she could not find it within herself to forgive her master for treating her this way. Standing there, clad in the robes of the people who had raised her, she wondered for a moment what she would be wearing if she were still in the country of her birth. Tilting her head to the side a little, she tried to imagine how she would look, dressed as an English Lady. The thought appealed to her, and she found a small solace in that she could question this officer about the land of her birth. She had never thought much of it before, but now she found her mind flooded with questions. Did English Ladies make love differently? Did English men, for that matter? What could this man teach her about her home? Home? She shook her head at the thought. This was her home, and it would do her no good to ever think otherwise. Holding her head high, she took a deep breath and made her way towards the quarters that had been set aside for Lieutenant Hudson. She found him leaning against the windowsill, looking out over the vastness of the desert and the vivid glow of sunset. He was a striking figure, and being in his presence once again renewed her curiosity in England and in him. She stood silently, waiting for him to notice and acknowledge her presence. He sighed softly, but didn’t turn to look at her. "I never tire of the beauty here, but the heat makes me long for the green meadows of England. Have you ever seen England, Shikira?" This was not what she had expected from him, but then, she had not really known what to expect. "No." She was not sure how she should behave either. This man was obviously ignorant to the customs, and it left her a little off-balance. His smile was soft as he held out an inviting hand to her. "Come, sweet lady. Would you join me for dinner?" His eyes sparked with emotions she could not read as he came towards her, taking her hand and leading her to the table. He pulled out her chair and offered it to her, "Ladies first." This left Shikira more then a little baffled. Since when did a Lady come first? Was that how it was in England? Her mind began to fill with questions she dared not ask. Partly because it was not her place to ask questions, and partly because she was not sure she wanted to know the answers. She took her chair and waited for him to give her the cues she needed on what she should do next. A eunuch entered the room, and filled both their glasses with chilled wine, then stood back silently. Lieutenant Hudson lifted his glass and proposed a toast. "To England." Shikira lifted her glass and sipped it slowly, her eyes meeting his for a moment before she looked away. Swiveling the glass in his fingers, he regarded her across the table. "Have you ever wondered about England, Shikira? Have you not had the desire to return there?" For a moment she thought he might be mocking her. She had never been unhappy here, nor had she ever had cause to wonder about such things… until now. Still, such curiosity would do her no good, even now. "No. I have never wondered about such things." Her pride would not allow her to show the weakness of her new desire to learn. "I belong to Sheik Mohammed, his property as long as I live, so such wonderings would do me no benefit." No sooner had she made her statement then she blushed at her own boldness. If her master had heard her words, he would surely have her beaten. The Lieutenant however seemed to brighten at her courage. "I see. Then you have no questions about the land to which you were born? Nothing I could tell you to ease your curiosity?" He could see that she burned with a million questions. She held her head high and proud, while she jittered in her seat with the impatience of a small child at Christmas, wanting desperately to unwrap every gift beneath the tree, but knowing she was not permitted to do so just yet. Lifting her glass to her lips once more, she gave him a considering look. Could she trust this man? Or any man for that matter? She doubted it. Her beloved Mohammad had given her a lesson in the foolishness of trust only a few short hours ago. Still, she was curious, and this man did hold the key to many of the answers she now burned for. Lowering her eyes a little, she considered her answer. "As a child, I would sit and watch the scorpions make their way across the hot sands, wondering all the while what it would feel like to touch one, but knowing that to do so would only gift me with a sting that would cause great suffering, perhaps even death. This curiosity you speak of is much like the scorpion. Touching will bring me nothing but suffering, so you will forgive me if I keep my hands in my pockets, so to speak." Her answer seemed to impress the lieutenant somewhat, and a soft smile made his face all the more handsome. "I see. Then we shall not speak of it again. I would hate to see such an enchanting beauty as yourself overcome with the trauma of such a sting. However, if you change your mind, the answers are yours for the asking. Shall we eat?" The dinner was eaten for the most part in silence, with only the soft sounds of a lute in an adjoining room to soften the atmosphere. Once the meal was over, Lieutenant Hudson rose from his seat and went to her side. He offered her his hand. Without a word, she took it and allowed him to lead her to the window. Propping himself up on the sill, he rested her hand on his thigh, holding it there with his own. It seemed an intimate thing, and something Shikira was not altogether familiar with. He gazed out the window, his expression almost dreamy. "As a child, I would long for nights when the sky was clear enough that I could see the stars. I would sit and gaze upon them for hours, wondering all kinds of things; posing questions I knew I would never have answers to. In England, the stars seemed so far away, and here they seem so close that I could almost touch them. There are times when I would have done anything to have those answers, Shikira. Well... almost anything. Now I find I am faced with a new set of questions to ponder, a new mystery to discover, a new star to gaze upon... you." Shikira was a little stunned; not only by his words, but by the soft, affectionate way in which he spoke them. With the tips of his fingers, he traced the outline of her jaw, drawing an invisible line along the edge of her face and down the side of her neck. His touch made her skin feel hot, sending small shivers through her flesh that ran the length of her body. She had long known the pleasures that a man could give her, but this seemed somehow different. It was almost as if having her close to him was all he desired. Not just her woman's form, but her as a person. She moved a little closer, pressing her naked stomach against his thigh, looking deep into his eyes for something that would tell her a little more about this man from the homeland she had never known. "You think me a mystery?" She found the concept exciting, and very sexy. "Oh, indeed. You are a great mystery. You see, in England, a lady is treated very differently than here. Therefore, she behaves differently. The things you say and do, the way you react to things, the way you think, it's all very different to any woman I have ever met. Thus, you are a mystery, and, I must say, the most tantalizing mystery ever to taunt a man's curiosity. I want to know you, Shikira, everything about you, what you like to eat, what makes you smile, your dreams, and your hopes. Most of all, I want to know your heart.” With both hands he traced lines up and down her arms, barely touching her skin yet covering her body in small bumps. Cupping her chin in his fingers, he lifted her face to meet his. She could feel the heat of his breath, smell the wine, and, when his lips brushed against hers, she could almost taste him. For the first time in her life, a simple kiss had left her breathless and hungry. Their faces lingered for a moment, no more than a breath apart; then, in a rush, they came together in a crushing kiss, one filled with longing and need. His tongue parted her willing lips, pushing its way into the inner reaches of her mouth and exploring every delicate crevice. His hands embraced her body, pulling her hard against him as her fingers dug deep into his hair. A soft moan escaped her lips as his hands began to stray down the length of her spine, their delightful explorations stopping when they reached the soft curve of her buttocks. Slowly, he kneaded her cheeks, pulling them apart them pressing them back together, cupping his hands under them and lifting her slightly. He was a powerful man, both in body and circumstance, but she felt no threat, only need. She knew she had nothing to fear from this man; he would neither rule her, nor control her. He wanted only to please her. Hudson's mouth slid from hers, seeking out the delicate flesh of her neck and throat. Nibbling and kissing, he tasted every inch of her skin, sucking it into his mouth and running his teeth over it, releasing it before he left a mark. Shikira's fingers clung hard to his dark hair, holding him to her, demanding more of his delicious teasing. She took her lead, directing his hungry mouth to the places she burned to feel him, pulling him to the exposed flesh of her breast, delighting in the heated moisture of his mouth as he licked and sucked. His hands shifted from her buttocks, and up to the gold clasp of her beaded bra. He fumbled a little, but, in moments, it came free in his hands, and he leaned back from her to gaze upon the glory of her ample breasts as he released them from their gem-covered prison. Dance Of Delight Between Sir&Muse *This is an erotic story of sorts taken from a recent conversation between Sir Gray and his enchanting muse. May it thrill you and delight you... *Muse: Sir Grey your muse summons You You sing the song of my soul like a lark *Sir Grey: My muse My muse you stir Me unlike any other come here at once linger beside Me The memory of bidden words and unbidden desires comes to My mind now I am reminded of contact on some soulish level between us My dear one how I have missed you Yes... *Muse: Sir Grey it was within the moonlight last we met and now within the twilight we are once again *Sir Grey: Yes... I remember the splendor of you... I remember your touch I recall the taste of you upon My lips it was a not so distant blue throat morning when last we danced together My enchanting and oh so tempting muse My being tingles with the thoughts of your words those conjured images of bliss seeking to be discovered by clever minds delicate hands your soft touch, throaty lust... whispers of something more soon to be My senses so alive hearing sharpened. You pull Me in and entice Me... *Muse: I am your muse You lead me to erotic thoughts.... I lead you to cascade within my realm palm to palm flesh to flesh deep leading deeper onwards You lead me to fill you and to grasp you... within and fully... lips blemished with the blood of one hundred tortured crimson roses press upon one another as eyes glitter with arousal *Sir Grey: Yes... I am drawn yet held off.... *Muse: do not hold back from me *Sir Grey: But I must my eyes draw you in.. the fierce drink of all that is new to me full of awe, wonder and questions Yes... the fierceness of your mind pulls like to like My passions are not able to be controlled... *Muse: oh joy of the mourning twilight fading soon to become the bright day the consummation of minds, joined I shall be your Cala lily open and inviting you inside my secret realm I desire to provide you with a taste of my passion... a taste of me... *Sir Grey: All that arouses Me so... your lily open invites Me...beckons me My tongue ready to taste the nectar... the sweet dew of the lily of you *Muse: as it should Do you feel aroused, as well as inspired? *Sir Grey: yes I do indeed But where will this inspiration and arousal end, My lily? *Muse:: it shall not end my dear Sir! Please do not even think of an end for this is only our beginning *Sir Grey: Alas my heart is bold yet think as I may I shall think of the end... of fingers burrowing... or sweetness slick on fingertips... *Muse: there is no end only an end to the end of the end which is the beginning *Sir Grey: Ah, A continuation which is seamless Seamless... a whole cloth...pure *Muse: you make me smile Sir Grey: as do you My charmed one Yes, you make My eyes light up... warmed. admist other feeling thoughts emotions *Muse: I sit beside you.. you can smell my lotion and my sweet nectar feel my fullness my energy *sir Grey: Yes, it stirs My imagination... and rouses My emotions... you are elagance wrapped in velvet I am wood... living and warm... indurate, yet green *Muse: be not green *Sir Grey: I am green with youth and vigor. A neck touchable... a chin to be cupped by soft hands... and wanton lust I am holding myself back from you... you are inviting and arousing and captivating, My lily.... *Muse: Sir Grey You have sought me for so long now I shall stay and linger beside You You are all I need to inspire *Sir Grey: Yes... I am... now here I am growing more and more... I am your stranger... your mystery... your sweet forgetfulness *Muse: as I am your lily you are Mine yours as you so need me yes my Sir I am also stirred by You and I yearn for bliss of passions with you *Sir Grey: How do you know, my lily? *Muse: my senses tell me so *Sir Grey: My dear one the only true way to know of needy arousal is by Your own touch... Have you touched yourself... you are breaking Me down *Muse: Not yet My Sir.. please now tell me how and I shall for you dear for I lift you up not break you down *Sir Grey: touch your mound as a lover would... a lover unknowing of you... but desiring... perhaps I steal your breath and cause your senses to heighten and you feel tingles and warmth you desire Me don't you, Muse? *Muse: Yes, so very very much. if you would have me now *Sir Grey: I would....I will have you.. do as I command of you for within the distance of you and I we can seek out and claim intense passions for our very own now part your thighs wide for Me as you sit back then part your womanly lips... *Muse: my fingers shall dance discovering for myself for You *Sir Grey: take your... hands upon the inside of your parted thighs... drawing upward...slowly, slowly my pet searching for that sensitive delicate rosebud. find it. press your finger tip onto it hard for Me I know you are moist with desire and I am also aroused... pulsing... *Muse: oh My Sir such wicked splendid I touch and press aching for you *Sir Grey: How do you feel? Desired fully? *Muse: yes fully completely desired and wanted by you My Sir *Sir Grey: Have you parted your lips, my sweet feeling the wetness of your lily for Me ? *Muse: I know I am so wanted by you yes dear I have my thighs parted, and am open for You now open for You and only You my wonderful Sir and I am touching now as you are commanding me to do so for You *Sir Grey: Taste your sweet honey nectar as I would taste, lick your fingers... *Muse: oh yes yes My Sir delicious *Sir Grey: Tongue gliding across knuckles... suckling the dew.... drinking in each and every drop *Muse: oh My Sir I graciously invite you to me *Sir Grey: I so want to take you, experience you fully. *Muse: my lily is open for you *Sir Grey: Is there dew upon it? *Muse: milky sweet honey nectar dew is coating it My Sir *Sir Grey: My pet I know you are ripe full fragrant open exposed moist for Me *Muse: very very My fingers plunge in deeply my mind imagining lips tongues devouring the fierce arousals of heated flesh desires known *Sir Grey: Yes... you are luring me...drawing me pulling so near to that edge of ecstasy *Muse: I know I know My Sir as you pull me I reach for and pull you along with me for I want you just as you want me *Sir Grey: Yes, exactly as I want... *Muse: take what you want most *Sir Grey: hungry flesh...needy so needy tightly held and embraced I shall take you deep so deeply Deep.... thrusting thrusting into the warmth of your inner core spreading your petals thirsting burrowing a tongue to taste your nectar *Muse: oh yes My Sir yes Spread my lily petals, seeking my sweet nectar can you fill my empty core? *Sir Grey: Ye we shall fill each other fully touching... bringing pliant fingers to sweetness... *Muse: it is there for you take it dear one *Sir Grey: pressing tips to straining petals... sliding through, guiding into your warm invitation... *Muse: tell me you want me *Sir Grey: I do so want you, dearest petal... gliding filling me fingers press home, slick... warm... tongue plays upon petals... dew dripping into my open mouth... *Muse: I need your sweet seeds to nourish me for if I am left empty I shall starve and wither away *Sir Grey: I come to plant my seed in you.... I grasp you, I thrust deeply, and release my desires inside... do you touch yourself now, at this moment My Muse? You should be *Muse: as deep as deep is yes yes and You My Sir? do you give your own flesh joyous thrilling pleasures? *Sir Grey: yes... my lily my hands roam and fingers seek and touch as in my mind Warm fingers plunder deeply within your openness.... bathe your fingers in your juicy nectars *Muse: ohb yesssssss I am beyond the edge My Sir oh such sweet release a pludering soaring soul consuming climax... *sir Grey: taste them... as I would taste them.... feel wanted and desired... and fully spread, My lily...I am cascading over the edge with you now alas sweet sweet release indeed Dance Of Delight Her flesh burned hot beneath his hungry gaze, and her soft pink nipples turned hard and dark with the slightest touch of his fingers. Slowly, agonizingly slowly, he explored them, touching and caressing every soft curve and swell that stood proudly before him. Licking his finger, he moistened her precious points, blowing over them and making them ache with desire. Taking them in the palms of his hands, cupping them, he nursed them tenderly, bowing his head to kiss and nibble the newly exposed flesh before him. His hunger grew as need and lust began to pulse through his veins. Her nipples were a delicacy he yearned for and meant to consume with all the ferocity of a hungry child. Lifting her right breast, he sucked it into his mouth, taking as much between his lips as was humanly possible, releasing it slowly until he could feel her tender point on his tongue, and then, with controlled pressure, he used his teeth to stretch the sensitive flesh. Shikira cried out at the pain and pleasure she was experiencing... such a delicious blend... such a demanding experience. Satisfied that he had tortured her right breast long enough, he turned his oral attentions to her left, massaging and soothing her right in his strong hand. Her head fell back as long, soft moan escaped her lips. As his lips and teeth teased and tormented her left breast, his thumb found the point of her right and pressed hard against it, grinding her nipple hard against her chest. Her fingers clung to his hair, torn between wanting to rip his mouth from her body, to end the sweet torment, and wanting to force it harder against her at the same moment. Suddenly, he released her breasts, sweeping her up into his arms and carrying her to the bed at the other end of the room. He lay her on the bed with tremendous care, as though he were setting down a delicate china doll, and then once again set his hungry mouth loose on her sweet flesh. Squeezing both breasts, pinching her nipples hard between his fore finger and thumb, he kissed and nibbled his way over the uncharted reign of her stomach. Shikira stretched her arms up over her head, stretching her entire body out beneath him, a smorgasbord of passion demanding to be devoured. His hands moved over her thighs, stroking them through the thin fabrics of her skirts, feeling the slender formation of well toned legs. He wanted those legs. Wanted what they concealed from him. Wanted them embracing him. He could wait no longer. Sliding his hands beneath her, he pulled away the only thing that now lay between him, and her divinity. The fabric fell to the floor in a heap, but he hardly noticed, his gaze transfixed on her smooth shaven mound. Shaving was something that had become a trademark with Mohammad's harem girls, and they took much pride in helping one another obtain perfect smoothness, an exercise that often led to an night of warm oils, soft massages, and a mass of naked, wet women entwined in wondrous pleasures. Shikira had always taken pleasure in shaving, and being shaven, but never had she felt so proud of her naked womanhood as she did at that moment. The look of wonder in Hudson's eyes was more then enough to touch her heart. He reached out with his fingertips and touched her with the softest of strokes, sending a stream of expectant shudders racing through her body. It was as if he had never seen anything more beautiful, more alluring, or more enchanting then what lay before him now. In truth, he never had. Lowering his head, he kissed her softly, lingering a moment to breath in her feminine odor. Her legs opened a little, as if with a will all their own; they were inviting him to come closer. It was an offer he could not refuse. Tenderly, he kissed up and down the insides of her thighs, and it was all that Shikira could do not to dig her fingers into his hair and pull his face hard against her. His lingering was torture to her senses, but it was a sweet agony that she would never wish stopped. He leaned in closer, brushing his face against her smoothness, feeling the moisture that glistened on her lips against his cheek. The smell of her tore at his will until he could linger no more. Reaching out with his tongue, he took to her with renewed hunger. Encasing her sensitive clitoral bead in his mouth, he sucked, drawing it out on his tongue, stretching it between his lips, and then releasing is with a quickness that threatened her sensitive flesh with a sting. Shikira began to fear the power he was commanding over her body. She feared it, yet longed for it. This beautiful, young harem slave yearned to see where it would take her and what dangers lay beyond. Digging her fingers hard into the soft covers of the bed, it was all she could do to maintain a measure of control and still allow him to take her on the journey of her life. Her mind spun and her senses reeled when his fingers discovered her soft, pink opening, searching and probing, discovering every inch of her womanly delights. Her legs spread wide, held there now by the weight of his body, as she began to wiggle and writhe beneath him. He found her delicious, a delicate morsel to be savored and enjoyed to the last. As his tongue and lips conquered her clitoral majesty, so did his fingers discover and invade her inner realms. She was so smooth, so warm and wet, and so very ready. With three fingers, he stroked her, filling her and then making her empty again. Each time he withdrew his fingers, she arched her back, her sweet pussy seeking him out and demanding he fill her again. He would not deny her, could not deny her. Bringing her to such pleasure brought him a sense of fulfillment he had never know before. She was so strong, so proud, and yet so innocent and untamed. He had no desire to tame Shikira; to do so would be a horrid waste. Rather, he longed to teach her the freedom of her own spirit, how to spread her wings and fly like the angel she was. He knew, however, that the devil within himself could not be contained much longer. He stripped quickly, yet without pausing for a moment in his task of teasing and enticing her beautiful body. Never had he seen a woman respond to his touches so fully, so completely, without fears or inhibitions. Watching her body move and answer his ever-quizzical touch was an almost humbling experience, and it drove him in his desire to please her even more. Leaning over her, he placed the head of his cock against her clit, rubbing slowly and gently over the area, making her body beg him to surrender it into the warmth of her love cavern. He could not stand to make her beg a moment longer. Rising above her, he place the head of his cock close to her opening, and with a sudden thrust, he entered her, filling her completely with his first, very solid, stroke. Shikira cried out, her fingers digging deep into the flesh of his upper arms, the pain of her grip driving him on. Pulling himself all of the way out, he drove into her again and again. She lifted her hips, moving and rocking to meet his every thrust, joining with him in this dance of souls, until at last, she felt something she had never experienced before. Surrender. Complete surrender. Her head thrust back, her mouth open wide, she gasped for breath as orgasm swept through her, illuminating ever cell in her body. His thrusting slowed as she rode the waves of her passion, waiting for the right moment, and then increased in speed once again. She cried out again and again, shaking her head from side to side, wishing she could beg him to stop, but knowing it was beyond her power to do so. Tears streaked her cheeks, and short bursts of giggles exploded from her lips; he was taking her places she had never even known existed. Sweat dripped from Hudson’s forehead and down onto her chest, mingling with her own perspiration. His body ached with the effort it took to control his passion, but he could control it no longer. Throwing back his head and emanating a low growl, Lieutenant Hudson thrust into her one last time, his body pumping every last ounce of his strength into his cock as he emptied his seed deep with in her. He convulsed and shuddered a little, spilling the last drops of his passion, and then lowered his body onto hers, her arms embracing him and holding him close. As she held him there, she could feel the beating of his heart, the slowing of his breath, the slight quiver in his spent muscles, and she knew that the gift he had just given her was something she would always remember him for, and curse him for as well. Now she knew the power of real passion, and she would never be able to settle for anything less. Hudson rolled off her, but didn’t lose any of the closeness. His trembling fingers reached out and brushed away a few sweat soaked strands of hair from her face, embraced her chin and turned her to face him. He traced the lines on her lips, her cheeks, her nose, marveling at the pure perfection of her. As his fingers moved across her lips, she kissed them softly, enticing them to linger before moving on. The intimacy between them was magical, and more powerful then either of them could have imagined. Far off in the eastern sky, the sun made its first fiery mark on the horizon, and Shikira finally drifted off into an exhausted, contented slumber. It was close to noon before she woke, and opened her eyes to find Lieutenant Hudson still beside her, watching her as she slept. This was another new experience for Shikira, and one that touched her deeply. He kissed her softly, pulling her into his arms and holding her close, being more then content just to have her in his embrace. With her head resting on his chest, Hudson stroked her hair and placed little kisses on her forehead. “Shikira. I am leaving this afternoon, and returning to London.” She jolted upright, looking into his eyes with mixed emotions. This was not something she had thought of while she had enjoyed his pleasures, the possibility of him leaving, but before she could say a word, he pressed a finger to her lips. “I want you to come with me, Shikira. I want to give you your freedom and show you just how big and wonderful the world is. Will you, sweet dancer? Will you come with me?” Shikira was at a loss for words. She wanted to go with him, with all of her heart, to accept all that he offered, but what of her family here, and her master? She sat back on her haunches and thought for a moment, her hand in his as he kissed each of her fingers in turn. “Go with him Shikira. I grant you your freedom, and give you my blessing.” Sheik Mohammad stood at the end of the bed, having silently walked up while Shikira was numb with shock. She turned to look at her former master, and could see the sadness in his eyes at what he had just done, at what he knew he had to do. She had never truly been his, not born to the harem. Rescued by it, adopted into it, but she had never truly belonged to the blood. She was a woman that had much to give, and deserved the right to receive all she desired in return. It was time for her to go home. As Shikira stepped into the carriage that would take her from the only home she had ever known, she reached out her hand and looked into the eyes of the only man she would ever love. Hudson pulled her into his arms, kissing her softly, and whispered words she never thought she’d hear. “Let’s go home, Shikira.”