5 comments/ 30611 views/ 5 favorites Sultry Tales of Sultana Nirtasia By: IrishAngel Once upon a time in a land long forgotten there was a Sultan named Brano. He was the richest Sultan who ever lived and could afford many many wives. He had a harem full of the most beautiful women in the world. But his heart belonged only to the Sultana, Nirtasia, who was like no other woman. She had flowing red hair and green eyes, and her body was voluptuous and smooth like a statue's. Her skin was softer than the silk she wore. The Sultan could spend hours making love with her until she purred like a cat. In fact, he desired her so much that he rarely took pleasure in any other woman. Nirtasia had a great sexual appetite, and the Sultan was very busy in keeping her satisfied (even though he himself was an accomplished and inspired lover), because he was terribly jealous of any other man that went near her. He knew of her powers and was terrified that the male servants and slaves who wandered the palace grounds would somehow get a taste of the glory of her kiss and the nectar between her thighs. He even was envious of the women slaves who brushed her hair, bathed her, applied oil to massage her body and dressed her. The Sultana was a talented storyteller and poet, and always had intriguing tales to tell. This also kept the Sultan Brano captivated, for it was not only her beauty and sexuality, but also her mind that was unique in the world. He could listen to her voice for hours as she told him of far away places, unusual occurrences, and of strange, mystical spirits and beings. Her poetry was also full of sensual images of fruit and wine, of sea and waves, of sleep and awakening. It was a journey just to listen to her words, while they were in their luscious bed, or at the pool, or near the fire. Both he and the Sultana were just past the glow of youth, but both radiated with experience and knowledge in many many things. No one is born wise in the ways of love or of the world. And both were of a refined and elegant beauty, and lived a life full of music, exotic food and luxury. She greatly cared for the Sultan, but she did not love him quite as much as he loved her. Besides, her creative mind was in love with life itself and saw each moment as one full of unexpected surprises. She tasted every food, no matter how strange; rejoiced in every melodious song, could feel each individual raindrop as it wet her skin when she stood naked in the rain. She observed all those who wandered about the palace with great interest, regardless if they were warrior or servant, maiden or wise woman. Paying special attention to the men that approached her, she would look at their hands, and feet, their lips and eyes, listen to their voice and build a picture of them as a lover, a lover serving her. That is how she developed characters and situations for her fascinating tales. A day came when the Sultan had to travel to a distant land to start a trade of gold and silk with the local Sultan. Before his departure, he spent 24 continuous hours with Nirtasia, to get his fill of her and satisfy her own desires. He would be gone for a month. So on this day they chose to take a walk into the gardens, where rare birds sang in their cages, unusual flowers bloomed and it was cool and fresh, even in the heat of the day. Nirtasia was dressed in a flowing purple gown, with sheer and fine material and her body glowed beneath the fabric. Her bare feet enjoyed the moist stones and her toe rings clicked against the hard surface. On this day she had had the ladies symbolically paint her toenails each a different shade of the rainbow, so that her Sultan would find a pot of gold at the end of his journey and come back successful. Brano had ordered that a bed be prepared in the middle of the garden, a silk net filled with 200 million freshly picked rose petals. The bed was fragrant and firm, and Nirtasia ran and jumped playfully on this new creation of the Sultan. Just watching her roll there among the rose petals was enough to get the sultan aroused, and as so not to delay any longer, he approached her as she lay on her stomach, untied the purple ribbons that ran down the back of her gown, opened it to expose her back and thighs and buttocks, parted her legs and thrust his throbbing cock into the sweetest cup of nectar, that waited there overflowing between her thighs. She moaned at the first contact, and her pussy widened to accept him, and she succumbed to his desire, as she loved to be taken, to be forced to give up her will and be controlled. After the first jab into the open wet blossom, the Sultan grabbed her hair, loose on her back, and start pumping his cock into her, in and out, getting harder as he looked down at it, glistening in the sweet-smelling juice that flowed. The more he pumped, the more she moaned in pleasure, the harder he held her hair, the more his cock throbbed. And the wilder the pumping got. It was a complete cycle of lust that kept building. He pumped so hard that if he had not held her hair, perhaps he would have pushed her off the bed. The roses beneath them were wet now, as the love juice glided down from her pussy to her clitoris. His balls where soaked too, but he would not come, not for an hour, not until he felt he had fucked her soul through and through. Her moaning escalated, frightening the birds in the cages. And that is when he touched her clitoris lightly with the tip of his one finger. And she came in a torrent of sound and sighs, and he allowed his cock to also give up its own milky resin as he felt her cunt throb around him. With his last few thrusts he overflowed an already flooded sea. And gave out one incredible roar as he fell forward on her back, exhausted, but thrilled at how the last day with Nirtasia before his journey had begun. She slid from beneath him, pulled him unto her breast and so they rested for a while before beginning again. And in this way, or similarly, the 24 hours passed and it was time for the Sultan to depart. The Sultana bid him farewell with a slow passionate kiss that tasted of honey. She was content and satisfied with the full day she had spent on the bed of roses. During the days that followed, her senses were awake and vibrating, and she enjoyed her usual pleasures of walking naked on the beach, feeling the sun and salt spray on her skin, reading a book in the shade of a fig tree on a hot afternoon, or picking berries and eating them straight off the bushes found in the palace fruit gardens. She was happy enough, even without her Sultan and his abundant and various ways of expressing his love to her. Of course, she continued her observation of the people that occupied the palace and the grounds. She watched the children play with the monkeys, the old ladies spin beautiful silks and the cooks prepare delicious recipes. There was nowhere in the palace that she did not go. One afternoon as she was feeding the swans and ducks, a manservant caught her attention. He was caring for a newborn foal at the palace stables. He was not much younger than the Sultan, but he was taller and his body was youthful and strong from the strenuous work, like the Arabian horses that were bred in those very stables. She observed him for a long time, every detail of him, his wavy dark hair falling over his eyes, the muscles in his arms as they stretched and relaxed again as he worked, his thighs and buttocks as they tensed against the thin white fabric that covered his body. That day she was wearing a yellow gown, quite transparent, and she walked up and down quite close to him as she watched him and eventually inquired after his name. He answered her that it was Slavo, while daring to look at her extraordinary beauty quite openly. His eyes glided from her eyes, to her lips, to the sun in her hair, to the haze of nipple just showing beneath her clothes. Under his gaze, her heart began to beat faster, making her breasts heave up and down more quickly from her affected breathing. Slavo noticed what his presence did to the Sultana and he felt a stirring between his legs, against the white fabric of his pants. It grew there between his legs, as he faced her without shame. The Sultana watched the inviting bulge appear and saw how his breathing grew more intense. She ran her fingers over the halo of nipple that showed through her gown and then reached out her hand to touch his throbbing cock gently with her fingertips. At this gesture, Slavo shuddered and came with a deep cry as he stood there in front of her, the hot liquid from his loins wetting the cloth that stretched tight against his cock, but not for a moment allowing his eyes to look away from hers. Nirtasia´s green eyes looked back into his for one moment longer, before she turned away and headed back to her chambers deep in the palace. That night her usual peaceful slumber completely escaped her. She had a restless night full of dreams: wild horses galloping along the coast, rivers overflowing onto sleepy villages, butterflies filling the room with color and movement. There were countless images that came, all due to her encounter with Slavo. And when the first rays of sun sneaked in through the drapes of her window, she was already awake, thinking of him. She lay on her pale blue sheets, imagining his sweaty body in the sunshine, her breath getting quicker once again at the thought of his cock as it tugged against the cloth that imprisoned it. She imagined him slowly uncovering it to reveal its pulsating desire, the first drops appearing at its tip, as he pulled her by her golden belt and pushed her down until she was kneeling before him. He then forced this thick cock into her mouth and began to move it gently in and out, until his rhythm got faster and faster, the head going deep into her throat and out again to her moist lips, she unable to move, unable to breath from excitement....as she dreamt of his cock filling her mouth, her hands had already moved to her breast, pulled at her nipples, which now stood erect in the sun filtering into the room, her other hand rubbing at her clit already soaked from her open pussy...as she imagined him pumping into her mouth harder and faster, she jammed a leather cock she had at her bedside into her pussy and began to fuck herself, imagining that her pussy was her mouth as it sucked his throbbing cock...at last, she came with a scream at the image of Slavo exploding on her face, pure white liquid that poured again and again on her lips, her cheeks, his guttural moan, his head thrown back, as she knelt at his feet, licking his come with her tongue...she opened her eyes to find herself alone in her room, the leather cock still jammed inside her, yearning, yearning for reality. Nirtasia tried to go on with her usual activities that day. She wandered in the cherry orchards, visited the deer that had just given birth to a fawn, played checkers with the children. But her thoughts never truly wandered from Slavo and what she wanted him to do to her. Though the Sultan was far away, she still did not dare to break her promise that no one was ever to touch her without his consent. Besides the handmaidens, only the physician had been approved to touch the Sultana, when the case required it. Nirtasia, however, had a creative mind, and a very aroused pussy. So she called the two freshest girls of the harem and had them follow her to the stables. There, Slavo was busy with his duties of caring for the horses. She instructed the girls as to what they were to do. Nirtasia first walked past the stables, so that Slavo noticed her. He himself had had a restless night at the thought of the contact with the Sultana the previous day. She looked at Slavo with her deep green eyes and said a million things with that single look. He almost stopped breathing when he saw her. She then walked behind the stable and seemingly disappeared. Slavo attempted to continue his work, though completely aroused by her image as she walked away, but that is when the two girls appeared. They approached, took away the brush he was holding and led him into the stable. He was momentarily surprised, but then simply allowed his lust for the Sultana to take over. The one girl was very fair with light brown curls that fell on her shoulders; the other was darker with shiny black hair full of light. The two girls laid him back on a pile of hay and let the clothes slip away from their young perfect bodies. The fairer of the two stepped carefully over his face and lowered her sweet smelling cunt onto his mouth. He started to eat it hungrily, sucking it, digging his lips and tongue into the pink opening. The other girl pulled away his pants to expose a throbbing cock, on which she lowered herself, her cunt clicking open to engulf him. All the while, the Sultana watched from above and she maneuvered her own pussy on the leather cock that had now been fastened on a special pillow, allowing her to fuck herself. She rubbed her clit, sucked on her fingers, played with her nipples as the two girls brought him to ecstasy. The girl on his mouth began to run her cunt up and down his face until it was all soaked. She then moved down and put her face below his hanging balls and began to lick and suck them, as the other girl pumped harder on his cock. He moaned with pleasure, as the two girls worked on him. At this sight the Sultana let out a series of cries that echoed in the stable, convulsing as the orgasm took her. Slavo heard her, recognized that it was she and allowed himself the pleasure of spilling his burning fluid upward into the pumping girl's cunt, while the other girl's mouth sucked in his balls. He let out his own cry, again, again, as he split up his lust for Nirtasia. For the month that the Sultan was gone, Nirtasia made sure that Slavo´s passion for her grew stronger. One day she had him change the water in the pool, while she sat nearby, her robe slightly open to remind him of the naked pleasure hidden beneath. On another day, she had him ride beside her to the river, she on the new white mare, he on the grey Arabian stallion, the erotic rhythm of the ride keeping Slavo in a constant state of arousal. On another she had him set up a table of lava stones so that she could receive a massage from the ladies, while he waited nearby. But each day she took some time away from her daily activities to sit near the stables and recite the most vivid and sensual poems she had ever written. Here is one of the poems of Sultana Nirtasia: Summer Peaches Summer has spilt its sleeping dust on nature. The heat has bewitched the world to silence. Only the cicadas dare to break it with their rhythmic song. Peaches are ripe for the plucking and your lips are starving for the sticky juice. Let me feed you this peach so you may lick my fingers. The quiet yearns to be broken by a sound, the pleasure of my fruit in your mouth. Slavo was completely in love with her by now and desired her so much that he stopped making love to any other woman. All his lust and passion was to be for her alone. And so, every night he spilled his burning come onto the painted image of her that he had found and quietly taken from inside the palace. He poured his liquid love onto her face and body, aching for her, longing to be able to touch her with his bare hands. In this way, or similarly, the month of the Sultan's absence went by. On the afternoon of the Sultan's return, Nirtasia was relaxing at the indoor pond made of Lapis Lazuli that he had once created for her as a birthday gift. She had just finished bathing and was gingerly walking around the internal courtyard, admiring the mosaics of precious stones that decorated the floor and walls. The month spent in the presence of Slavo had awakened her every hidden desire and brought them to the surface. In a way, her whole being was shimmering with expectation and delight at the prospect of even once feeling him inside her. And this is how Brano found her, dreamily walking barefoot, wearing a white gown, her hair smelling of licorice and her skin, of cinnamon. He walked briskly into the courtyard and startled her as he led her by the hand and pushed her roughly against the wall made of pillows that he had designed for their pleasure. Brano held Nirtasia by the head and kissed her with all the lust and desire for her that the 30 days had built up inside him. During his absence, he had repeatedly fucked a grateful slave girl that he had freed from an unjust master, but as he moved over the girl's body, he had dreamt of the only woman who would possess his soul. And now he had her again in his arms. He licked her lips, thrust his tongue into her voluptuous mouth and breathed in her fragrance. His actions were not gentle, but Nirtasia´s pleasure was already escalating as he tore down the gown to reveal her breast, nipples now erect. He moved his face into the firm smooth flesh and sucked hard at the nipples, almost hurting her, Nirtasia responding even more to his untamed desire. She wanted to be fucked; it had been weeks since she had felt a man's passion inside her and she allowed herself to be swept away by the Sultan. Though she looked at him, in her soul it was Slavo who was fucking her. Brano tore away the gown completely, threw away his own clothing and revealed a burning cock that he thrust up and into her completely, without a warning. She moaned in ecstasy as he lifted her with his cock and pelvis onto a pedestal of cushions and kept pumping into her, his hands on her waist, his face and lips busy with her breast, thrusting like he wanted to split her in half, not caring about her pleasure, but only his own, almost lifting her up and down on his throbbing shaft, growing bigger and bigger inside the dripping pussy that enveloped it. And yet he lasted a long time, his cock getting its fill of her wetness. Nirtasia allowed him his will and suckled the pleasure he gave her. She put her own fingers on her clit as he pump, and rubbed herself to one orgasm after another, almost screaming as finally Brano released his sperm upward and into the cunt of his lust. That night by the candlelit fountain, after a meal of quail in chocolate sauce and candied figs, Nirtasia began another story to captivate her Sultan. It was the tale of a sensuous queen, who in the absence of her king, had grown to desire a seductive manservant in the palace. She described how their passion grew, without the two ever touching one another, how their lust filled them from the inside-out to the tips of their fingers, how they longed for one night together. She described the eros the two shared without ever coming into real contact, and Brano was enchanted and aroused by the story. In fact, as she was telling it, he lay her down on the Persian rugs, parted her legs and again began to make love with her as she spoke, her words exciting him as much as her body. He moved over her slowly and gently now, as she recited the story of the lovers that could never be. Just as he was about to come inside her, just as she felt the throbbing increase in her pussy, she stopped speaking and said no more. The Sultan also stopped long enough to request that she continue, so that he could fill her again with this liquid lust, so that he could know what becomes of the rising passion of the lovers. She stayed mute and simply closed her eyes, moved her one hand to caress her breasts and nipples, the other to her clit and came with a shudder as she laid there, the Sultan's cock inside her, but her mind on the one man that she now desired beyond any other. Then the Sultan, too, moved harshly over her and gave up his white juice into her with a moan, but remained unsatisfied in a way he had never felt before in the presence of his Sultana. In the days that followed, the Sultan continued to make love regularly to Nirtasia, giving them both great pleasure. Every evening as he fucked her with all his lust, he would beg her to go on with the tale, so that his mind and body would reach climax at the same time. The Sultana, however, refused to finish her story, though at the same time hinting to him that she knew exactly what would happen next. Weeks passed and Nirtasia´s lack of action was having the desired effect. The Sultan's curiosity was growing beyond his own control. Sultry Tales of Sultana Nirtasia Ch. 02 In Brano's harem, life continued magically and sensually to flow from day to night, from dawn to sunset, from daybreak's rose-fingered colors to twilight's mysterious shadows. Life was full of rich beauty and pure luxury, and in the center of this splendor was Nirtasia spinning her enticing tales, enriching her lovers' happiness. It had been many moons since Brano had begun allowing Slavo to enjoy the pleasures that Nirtasia wished to bestow on him, and there was an overflow of passion to everything that happened within the harem's walls. There was also a particular bond between the two men, as both were the fathers of her children, who had been conceived during the same act of love. The boy and girl where growing up quite happily enjoying the attention of not only their mother, but also of their two fathers, in a world filled with everything their hearts desired. Of course, Brano, being the ruler of a vast land and a very powerful man, had an unspoken claim on Nirtasia. Yet, whenever she so chose, Slavo could share her bed. In fact, many times she would make love to both of them in one night, one right after the other as the other one watched. On one particular night near the water-lily pond, after a delicious meal of fish baked with almond essence that she and Brano were fed by both female and male servants, she began to tell a tale about a distant land where there lived an old wise man. She had heard about this man from one of the travelers who had visited the harem. She allowed her imagination to run wild as she told her audience whatever her fancy concocted based on the little she knew of this mysterious wise man. As was now the custom, Slavo, who dined with them about once or twice a week, was there along with her favorite ladies. He was in a privileged position ever since he had become Nirtasia's lover. All the listeners were captivated and curious to hear about this wise man that was blind but had the ability to gain back his sight only when he was making love to a beautiful woman. He would invite the beauties of the world to visit him, make love to them long enough to enjoy their beauty and then have a portrait made of them that he would never see with his own eyes. There was a hidden Hall of Beauties near his home where he displayed the paintings, so that selected visitors would know the splendid women that had given themselves to him. This story quickly excited Brano, who never ceased to crave the Sultana above all other women, and he laid her back on the embroidered cushions scattered on the soft grassy earth. Nirtasia parted the flowing shirt she wore to reveal her well-tanned thighs and the diamond-shaped hair that lingered above her rosy pink pussy. Brano's desire did not allow him to wait a moment longer and he undid the belt that fastened his silk pants to unveil his throbbing cock. The listeners now became watchers as Brano moved on top of Nirtasia and with the full force of his weight, entered her and began to pump into her with a possessed intensity as if he had not made love to her in days. With each thrust Nirtasia moaned, relishing the heaviness of his body on her, for it reminded her that it was not all just a dream, but rather a dreamy reality. He filled her well with his big cock and the smack of their bodies as they came together added more sound to this act of lust and love, as Nirtasia now lifted herself up and towards him so that he could push as deep as possible inside her. Slavo watched breathlessly with the ladies, but would not touch these other women, for he too could only find ultimate satisfaction in the arms of Nirtasia. She turned her head to face Slavo just before Brano, releasing a guttural sound, spilled his cum into her, causing an orgasm to overcome her while her eyes stayed locked with those of Slavo, letting him see her face and eyes as ecstasy swept over her. As Brano caught his breath and rolled away, Nirtasia still panting hard crawled on all fours towards Slavo removing her gown as she stood in front of him. She gave him a long lingering kiss full of desire and love, and then bent down briefly to uncover, lick and moisten the already pulsating cock with her hot breath. She turned to face Brano as he lay watching on the ground and slowly moved her pussy down just enough to cover the tip of Slavo's cock. Moving in small circles, she teased him and wet him with the juices now pouring out of her. Locking her eyes with those of Brano, she began to move up and down along the shaft that disappeared and reappeared from inside her, every time slicker and more bulging. Slavo moaned, almost screamed as he held her breasts which moved to her rhythm until finally he put his hands on her waist to guide her up and down to his own beat, causing her to come violently again, the cock deep inside her and almost out again, the back of her thighs hitting the top of his thighs as he also came, almost standing up as his emptied his load into her. All the while she never looked away from Brano, who delighted in that far away look she had, as if everything were hazy, everything blended together and no dividing lines existed anywhere. She was then bathed by the ladies, and exhausted, she fell asleep under the moonlight protected by a sparkling net draped over the outdoor bed, the two men lying on either side of her, and all slept profoundly, sharing common dreams of vivid passion. Ever since the Sultan married Nirtasia, there had been a decree in all the land that except for the Sultan himself and Nirtasia's private physician, no ordinary man was allowed to touch her. There had been an exception to this decree by permission of the Sultan when Slavo appeared to have caught the Sultana's eye. However, for any other man it still held true. A man who went against this law would be severely punished, even by death. One morning Nirtasia decided to spend some time alone at the beach. Though there were many long sandy beaches that ran along the shores of the kingdom, when she wanted to feel free and unattended she went to the small sandy cove, which had turquoise waters and rocky edges, creating a small hideout effect. There she had had a shady tent set up underneath the ancient olive trees that grew close to the water. After taking a long swim in the nude, she went and lay down on the soft mattresses in the breezy shade. She was not aware of being watched. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the sound of the water, the rustle of the leaves and the slight wind that blew and kept her cool. She was almost asleep when a fishing boat pulled up on the shore. Three fishermen disembarked silently and without a noise and knowing exactly what they were doing, they swiftly moved towards the almost sleeping Nirtasia and with one of their salty nets skillfully covered her and bound her to the ground. Nirtasia opened her eyes to see the first of the three men already removing his pants to expose a throbbing cock and as the other two held her legs down, he began to rape her, pushing hard into her pussy and as she looked at him with startled eyes. After a few harsh thrust, the oldest of the men shuddered and came inside her. She was totally unable to move her upper body and with her legs pinned down by the other men, she was helpless. Then it was the turn of the second man, who gestured the other men away and took her legs and placed them on his shoulder as he pulled out his own full and ready penis. He began to fuck her more slowly than the last man, his cock moving in and out of the unexpected wetness and willingness of her pussy, enjoying looking at her body crushed under the net, her breasts heaving as already she was excited by the experience, something the three men had no way of knowing. He fucked her as if he wanted to bring her pleasure and as she started moaning, surprising the men as the orgasm flowed through her, the fisherman thrusting hard into her as he also gave up his cum to her. He pulled away and then came the third and youngest of the men, who simply released her from the net and helped her up. This fisherman, who was a beautiful young man around the age of 25, had just turned to leave, when Nirtasia suddenly caught his shoulder, led him under the shady tent again and pointed to a cushioned chair, where she wanted him to sit. He obeyed this unexpected request wordlessly. She uncovered his cock, also ready and eager since he had witnessed the rape and wanted to fuck her as much as the others had, and she slowly lowered her pussy onto him and began to fuck him hard and deep, her breasts rubbing on his chest and her head thrown back and as she felt he was about to come, she also allowed herself to come with him and they both released a loud groan as they came together while the other two men watched speechless from the boat. Before she released his cock from inside her, she whispered into the young man's ear. "You have all just fucked the Sultana Nirtasia, wife of the Sultan Brano. You attempted to rape me, but instead brought me great pleasure, as no man can take from me what I decide I want to give. However, you must never speak of it to anyone, as your lives may be in grave danger. And never shall you repeat this act with any woman, unless she is willing. Now go and never look back". The stunned young man made his way back to the boat and they took off into the water. Nirtasia watched them as they looked back at her, still startled by what had happened, until the boat disappeared behind the cliffs, and she smiled to herself at this most unusual afternoon she experienced. She would never speak of this to anyone. However, she did not know that someone had been watching...a swimmer had witnessed the whole scene from the water. As she went in to wash off the scent of the three men from her body, the swimmer took a dive and disappeared. She only saw a splash from the cover of her eye, and assumed it was a dolphin. The next few days flowed gently, full of walks in the gardens with the children, rides into the hills on the energy of stallions with Slavo and quiet afternoons reading and writing poetry. Nirtasia carried the secret of the fishermen with her until finally it seemed like a distant strange dream to her. The palace received many guests during those days and the rumors of the blind wise man kept making their way into their walls. She was vastly curious to learn more and always enquired over any information she could get about him. Her birthday was nearing and Brano was very affectionate and tender with her, asking her what it was she wanted as a present. The idea suddenly came to her to request a meeting with the blind man. She wanted to experience the secret union he had to offer to chosen women. But she kept this desire to herself for the moment, contemplating the right time to ask. One night, after a good dinner and the thorough lovemaking of Brano, she awoke from a deep sleep to the sound of her name being called from a distance. She stepped onto the terrace and followed with her gaze to the direction of the voice. It came from the beach. She left the sleeping Brano behind and slipped out into the night in her flowing silver gown. There was a full moon and it was easy to see everything around her, her own body casting a definite shadow as she made her way down to the water. When she reached the water's edge, she spotted the figure of a man in the shallow waters of the sea. He was a vision of perfection, with broad shoulders and muscular arms, long flowing hair that framed piercing green eyes, full red lips and high cheek bones. He was like no man Nirtasia had ever seen. "Your Majesty, I come to you with the utmost respect and admiration. It was I who witnessed the events of the other day with the fishermen. I see that you long for new experiences and I am here to offer you the opportunity to come into my world and enjoy some of the magic of my realm." As he spoke he swam closer and she realized this was not a man at all, but instead of legs he had a fish's tail. "Your eyes show surprise in seeing that I am a merman. My name is Algo, King of the Merpeople. I desire to take you down into the depths, where the other mermen of my domain and I wish to bring you much pleasure. We long to love you in our unique way, while you give us what we long for most, to live for a few moments in complete ecstasy between your thighs. Your beauty is unique, but in combination with your mysterious human form, it is utterly stimulating for us. We wish to observe your oyster opening to us, to lick and savor your pearl and your nipples with our lips and tongues, to feel the strength of your legs around us as we enter you. While you are underwater, you will have no need to breathe air as long as you are in contact with me. I will always be touching you, even as the other mermen come to you, and you will stay warm and safe in our underwater world while experiencing extreme fulfillment. Now it is up to you to decide whether you trust to come with me or not." Nirtasia was fascinated by what she had heard and was ready to join Algo in this adventure. She was also pleased that she later would be able to share everything with Brano, as the mermen were not included in his decree. It only applied to mortal humans. She nodded her consent to Algo who stretched out his hand to take hers. She waded into the chilly water. "Have no fear," he told her and they slipped together under the water. Immediately the warmth came to her and she no longer needed air with his touch. The light of the moon reached deep into the waters and everything was glowing. Algo's strong tail swished behind him leading them deeper and deeper for what seemed a long time until light appeared to be coming from below, and Nirtasia could now see a shimmering iridescent palace decorated in pink shells and silvery pearls. It was stunningly beautiful, a feast for the eyes. They neared the palace and landed upon a terrace overlooking a coral reef and deep sea ravine. Nirtasia was served a pearly white drink which tasted somewhat like roses and cream, while Algo held her hand tightly. She was then fed mussels and sea anemones directly from the shells, it all tasted fresh and new to her. Algo smiled and Nirtasia realized he had an indescribable beauty. She wanted him suddenly...wanted to take from him whatever he had to give her. They were half floating, suspended in the gravity free water, NIrtasia's gown flowing elegantly around her, her red hair picked up by the current like a halo around her face. Algo looked up and she followed his gaze to see two mermen approaching them. They did not speak, they did not need to. The one swan and hovered directly over her breasts, which he delicately uncovered with his fingers and then began to suck on hungrily, while the other pushed away the garment to expose her pussy, and he swished his tail to put himself directly into position to be able to lick and drink from her cunt. All the while Algo held her from the waist as she floated and the mermen took and gave pleasure. This was a shockingly new feeling, the tongues were fast and slick and skillful and she shuddered with ecstasy as she came without the least bit of effort. Her moans were drowned out by the water and shimmering bubbles replaced them. Both mermen then swam back slightly and the one now slide up against her and she saw his protruding shimmering cock just as it disappeared inside her. The lovemaking was odd, two sudden thrusts inward, and the cock exploded inside her like a volcano erupting and filling her with lava. The merman was then locked into her and could not remove himself as the cock kept on spilling and filling her, as if bubbles were floating up her veins. She came again, as Algo held on to her. Suddenly there was a release and the merman who was almost unconscious from his own ecstasy pulled out. Before Nirtasia could recover the second merman also gave two sudden thrusts inward with his slick shining member and was glued to her, his cock pumping out its liquids again, again, again, Nirtasia convulsing from her own pleasure with this feeling of dissolving into the water. The merman pulled away, and before Nirtasia could turn to Algo, whom she now wanted quite desperately, the next merman appeared and fucked her, hard and deep, again unleashing his desire into her. A series of mermen came, they licked her, fucked her, turned her around, lifted her, she had no idea how many, how long, how deep, it was an ecstasy that no words could describe. All this happened while Algo kept his trusting touch upon her, protecting her, reminding her that all was fine. After what seemed a long time Algo was alone with her and he took her in his arms, touching her face gently and asked her, "Are you satisfied, my most lovely Sultana? Have we brought you the great pleasure that you have also returned to us?" Nirtasia nodded, but could not help in whispering to him, "I still desire you, as I have from the moment I saw you awaiting me in the water. Will you give yourself to me as I wish to give myself to you?" Without a word Algo took her hand and began swimming up, up and away towards the surface of the water, and in what seemed only moments, they were breathing the fresh air of the earth. He swam with her to the shore and laid her back in the very shallow waters of the beach.... "More than anything," he said, "I long to kiss your lips while they breathe out to me the precious air from your body." And he leaned over her and kissed her with intense passion, with what some would call love, their lips and tongues intertwining tenderly and seductively. And then he entered her with his silvery pulsating cock, using the rhythm of the waves and the thrust from his tail to push into her and he felt himself merge with her and her legs came around him and pushed him deeper still, and they fucked in a different way, as two worlds came together in that embrace, and she felt as if she was no longer solid, but made of sea, as he poured his magic seamen into her and her pussy throbbed around him, pumping out more of the tingly sperm, she moaned and came in his arms as both took deep breathes of air, the moon shining down upon them. They did not let go for a long while, just stayed there together, their lips touching slightly, breathing deeply, Nirtasia 's red hair playing wildly about her face in the shallow water as the tide came in. "Thank you, Algo. You have changed me." And he replied, "And you have completed me, Nirtasia. You are an angel. And I thank you. I hope we shall meet again. Even in my dreams, I never thought you would feel like this. You are magnificent and those who are lucky enough to know you are blessed. Go now, my love, before dawn breaks. I will think of you always." He bent to give her a goodbye kiss, slipped off her and dove into the sea. Nirtasia, weak, but invigorated at the same time, stood up and miraculously found her hair and gown totally dry. She walked up the hill to the palace, through the dark corridors and into the chamber, where Brano was still sleeping. She crawled in next to him and though totally awake and excited, fell immediately into a sea-deep slumber. Outside dawn stretched her colors on the sky and urged day to slowly begin, as the sleepers slept dreamlessly this time. The days that followed were relaxing and mellow, and Nirtasia took advantage of the time to gather back her strength after a very exhausting though exhilarating night with Algo. There were many guests coming and going from the harem grounds and Brano was quite busy entertaining them. Sometimes the Sultana would also participate in the lavish feasts and special events that the Sultan had organized. Other times she chose more quiet moments alone with Slavo, watching the stars with an exquisite wine to quench their thirst, or listening to musicians play soothing melodies of lost civilizations on the lyre and lute. Sultry Tales of Sultana Nirtasia Ch. 02 She passed lots of time with the twins, playing with the puppies and kittens in the palace courtyard, explaining the mysteries of the world to them in playful ways. Brano often joined in these games and no one could guess the complexity behind this happy family. Slavo, too, spent many hours with the children, teaching them to care for and appreciate the animals and nature that flourished in the palace grounds. Other times she stayed totally alone to ponder on more recent events that had occurred and to unravel how she felt about it all. She also began to write these events in her mind as stories she would one day tell again. On some more rare occasions, she had both Brano and Slavo fuck her at the same time, as it happened one night not long after her encounter with Algo. The three had been having a private dinner on the royal barge on a clear moonless night. The Milky Way was a clear white arch in the sky, and the temperature was the perfection of high summer coolness. They had just finished their meal of shrimp and fruits of the sea served in secret Asian sauces that their cook had mastered with the guidance of the cook who accompanied a distant visitor. They were now enjoying a rich Persian liqueur and Nirtasia was quite tipsy from the beauty of the night. As she looked out over the water she saw the splash of a shimmery tail here and there not far from the boat, and in her heart she knew it must be Algo. Seated as they all were on comfortable pillows and mattresses, the rhythm of the sea against the boat, she began to speak. "Brano," she said," I have a tale to tell you. It is a true story. I journeyed with Algo, King of the Merpeople, down to the depths of his world and there I was fucked and loved by the mermen. I want to share this with you and Slavo, if it should bring you pleasure." For Brano, and even Slavo, this was unexpected, as neither man knew that Nirtasia was taking pleasure from other men. But their lust for Nirtasia and their love of her stories was enough to make them curious. So she began telling them how Algo had called to her, how he took her underwater, how the mermen had magical tongues that licked her like pure cream, how she came again and again through this slick smooth motion over her cunt, how when they fucked her, their pricks would lock into her and spill continuously and fill her for minutes at a time, overwhelming her with ecstatic delight as one orgasm after another poured over her, how they pumped their magic through every inch of her body until she no longer was anything but pleasure itself. She described how the mermen used their tails to skillfully position themselves as they floated above her, how their scales glistened, how they moved and swished around her gracefully as they worked their magic. She told them how Algo loved her in a way different from the others on the shore, breathing in her breath, how tender he was, how when he fucked her half-man, half fish as he was, it felt as if the universe was one in her. The two men listened in awe at the description, captivated and aroused. Following a nod from Brano, both men stood up and undressed before her, exposing their ready pricks. They came towards her as she sat on the cushioned deck and she immediately began to take the one cock, then the other into her mouth as the Sultan and her lover both stood before her. She licked and played her tongue over Slavo's cock while with her other hand moved over Brano's. Both pricks were hard and dark from excitement and she continued nodding her head above the one smooth head, then the other, skillfully using her lips, while massaging with her hands and fingertips the cock of the other. She sucked long and deep, through this act clearly saying to her men, "I may be fucked by others and others may fuck me, but I belong to you. Your pleasure is my priority." Both men were ready to come, and they laid her back on the cushions, Brano taking position over her mouth, while Slavo lifted her up from the buttocks and sucked her gushing pussy while Brano continued to fuck her mouth, quite roughly now. She moaned as her mouth was filled again and again by Brano's dick, and she came violently with the expert tongue of Slavo. Brano released his load deep into her throat as a guttural moan emerged from his mouth. He pumped it all out into her and she drank it wildly. As soon as Brano moved away, Slavo took his cock and played at the entrance of her cunt, dipping it in slightly, then moving it out again, until she begged to be fucked, and receiving Brano's approval, Slavo picked her up from the ground and moved her up and down on his shaft, bearing all her weight as he fucked her upward, her legs straddling him. His hands on her butt, he lead his cock in and out until he squirted his hot liquid into to her, in time with her own orgasm so that they reached climax together and they let out a cry resembling pain as both collapsed on the floor. Brano was already there awaiting them and all three allowed relaxation to spread over them as they caught their breath. He turned to Slavo and said, "I approve in the ways you fuck her. I am pleased in how you bring her ultimate pleasure, as it brings me satisfaction to see ecstasy in her eyes. She has chosen well." And the barge continued its journey on the water, until sleep wrapped them all up in its soft dreams. A few days later, on a rather rare cloudy day, the Sultan along with Nirtasia was having lunch with a close friend Geldo, the Gold Sultan as he was known, on the wide terraces of the palace overlooking the water. Since there were scattered clouds in the sky, it was quite pleasant to sit outside without fear of too much heat or sun. Geldo was passing through, taking a break from a long journey from the Southern lands. He was travelling without his wife, a beautiful woman in her own right. Geldo and Nirtasia also had developed a close friendship over the years and enjoyed each other's company, though there was an underlying tension from a mutual attraction. Brano excused himself after the meal was finished, needing to tend to some matters, leaving the other two alone to enjoy the figs and honeyed cheeses that were served as dessert. Geldo was pleased to have this time on his own with the Sultana...something that rarely happened. "I have a message for you, Nirtasia," he revealed suddenly,"It appears that the wise man has been asking after you. It seems that the fame of your beauty and sensuality has reached his ears and he wishes an encounter with you." Nirtasia was surprised, as she had no idea she was a legend in her own right. "I intended to ask Brano to allow me to meet the wise man, as a gift for my birthday. You understand his strict laws regarding other men and me." "There is no need to ask for permission. They say this wise man, whose name is Salster, is immortal. He is over 150 years old. You are free to act with him as you like as he does not fall under the decree of the Sultan. Save your wish for someone else......" Geldo, smiled with a golden gleam in his eyes. Nirtasia caught the message, but only asked, "How do you know this about Salster?" "My recent travels brought me to the village where he lives, and he asked to meet me, knowing about our acquaintance. He is an old and wrinkled man, quite unsightly. He asked me to take you to him. They say that he allows others to observe these acts of love...and I want to see you being made love to as long as I cannot have you myself...." "Let it be so," replied Nirtasia, "You shall take me to him. I long for this experience, the idea of which has mesmerized me for a long time. Each of us longs for something...so let us take this opportunity. I shall arrange to leave with you when you depart. And my birthday wish will be saved for another time." Two nights later it was the eve of Geldo's departure, and though Brano was not at all pleased to see her go, he could not stop Nirtasia from following her desire. They dined alone in the secret garden of the harem, surrounded by intoxicating night flowers, and Nirtasia made love to Brano slowly and deeply as he lay on the outdoor bed. She rode him skillfully until he could no longer hold back the hot liquid she milk from his loins with her pussy. "I am first and foremost yours, Brano, and always will be," she whispered to him as she moved her pelvis over him while he gave up the last almost painful drops of cum into her. They slept soundly in a tight embrace that night. In the morning, after bidding her children, husband and lover farewell, she boarded the glided carriage alongside Geldo for the 3 day journey to Salster's village. The first day went by quite uneventfully, decorated only by the long conversations that the Sultana and Geldo shared. Close to dusk, the servants were setting up the tents, while Geldo and Nirtasia enjoyed a meal of smoked meats, dried fruits and wine in the forest clearing that they had chosen as a base for the night. It was almost completely dark and the firelight danced discreetly in the slight breeze. The silence was deep and mysterious in that forest, something both travelers had noticed. Suddenly there was movement coming from the trees and a glorious white stallion appeared before them. Nirtasia immediately stood up and approached the creature, to discover that it was a unicorn. The elegant creature bowed down its head and she reached out to stroke his glittery mane, as he whinnied slightly. With that signal another two unicorns emerged from the trees, his mate and a young foal. All were creatures of extreme perfection and Nirtasia was in awe of them. Out of respect at being in their home, she stepped back to let the family pass and trot back into the depths of the forest. This was a good omen, she thought to herself. A little dazed, she bid Geldo goodnight, thanked him for his company and disappeared in her private tent to ponder the brief encounter with the unicorn as well as the days that lay ahead. The next day's journey took them through stunning landscapes of red canyons and jutting stone sculptures that nature had created. The light produced strong contrasts in the rich colors and it was a feast for the eyes. In the evening they stopped by a waterfall, and there Nirtasia happily threw away her gown to take advantage of the fresh cool water. Geldo sat at the water's edge watching the beautiful nude woman submerge herself in the water and he was there to help wrap her in a soft towel as she reemerged. Not once did he touch her with anything but his eyes. Finally the last day of their journey together dawned and Geldo was sad to see this peaceful time with Nirtasia draw to an end. They travelled up into the mountains towards their destination and at twilight arrived at Salster's village. As he had been instructed by the wise man, he took her directly to the Salster's house built high on a plateau between two mountains. Nirtasia again thanked the Gold Sultan for having brought her there. Geldo replied, "I will be seeing you again soon." At the door of the house she was greeted by a servant who led her to her room, where she found everything she needed to rest, quench her thirst and hunger, and to make herself comfortable for the night. No one came to her that evening. She spent it alone wondering what the following day had in store of her. She was excited but in no way afraid of what was to come. It was her choice to be there and she was ready to face the experience. The next morning she was awakened by bright sunlight and sound of chirping birds coming in through the wide windows. Breakfast was already awaiting her on a tray by the bed. She helped herself to the fresh juice, warm breads and creamy butter. She then used the basin of clear water to wash herself and put on a pale pink gown made of fine, almost transparent material, trimmed with silver and semi-precious stones. She had been ready just a few minutes when there was knocking on the door. Geldo stood there with a servant at his side. "Good morning, Nirtasia," he smiled, "We are to take a short walk up the mountain together. Salster requested that I accompany you. " "Very gladly," she smiled back, happy to see him again. They followed the servant up steep steps etched into the stone of the mountain. The path curved and ascended taking them higher very quickly. At the top there was an entrance to a cave. The servant gestured that they enter and left them on their own. They made their way inside a deep hallway dug into the rock. There were candles lighting their way as well as shafts of natural light that poured a brilliant glow into the depths of the cave. Around them were canvases of beautiful women. They are in the Hall of Beauties. Nirtasia and Geldo took their time in inspecting and admiring the beauty of those portrayed, but also the artistry of the painter. There were women with golden curls falling on their bare shoulders, others with shiny black hair and Asian eyes. One had lips that were like cherries ripe for the eating. There was one with an ambiguous smile and knowing eyes. The artist had captured the essence of the women. The portraits were windows into their souls. "They are all so stunning," Nirtasia was the first to comment. "They are indeed," replied Geldo, "But your portrait will be by far the most awe-inspiring of all. None of them rival your beauty, your gifts, and your soul. Once you have been with Salster, you will understand. I will be watching Nirtasia. I will be there" They carefully walked back down the mountain to Salster's house where Nirtasia smiled a warm goodbye to Geldo. And she was led back inside by the servant to a large room decorated with cushions and pillows, and soft surfaces everywhere. She was just taking in the colors of the room, mostly dark greens, purples and reds, when the door opened and before her stood a man. He was no taller than her and had long white hair tied back, away from a wrinkled and spotted face. His blind eyes had no color, they were white like his hair and his mouth and lips looked dry and rough. He wore a long black tunic tied with a loose belt and she could make out his aged body below. "Welcome, Sultana, "said Salster, "Are you ready to begin?" Nirtasia was still getting over the shock of seeing Salster for the first time, but she still uttered, "Yes. I am. Take from me what you desire." Salster approached her as she stood in the middle of the room, and ran his fingers through the silky red hair that framed her face. He let his hands feel the shape of her head, and his crooked fingers ran over her face, cheekbones and lips. "You are exquisite," he uttered. Nirtasia was quite unsettled by these first touches and she was already breathing quite rapidly. He then led his fingers to her neck and shoulders, feeling the smoothness of her perfect skin. He removed the dress from her shoulders and the gown fell away to the floor. As his hands moved down to her breast where he lingered to enjoy the feeling of them, carefully caressing the nipples, he let out a moan as his vision began to clear and he could see Nirtasia in her nakedness before him. He whispered, "I will take you many times... until the stars dare to look down upon us. My desire is so much the greater as it beholds a beauty like yours." He then loosened the belt and let his tunic drop down to the floor. Nirtasia saw a body almost deformed from age standing before her, but still remarkably strong. The cock was huge, already standing firm and ready to act, the veins pulsating under the skin. She gasped slightly at the sight, as Salster grasped her neck and pushed her gently backwards against the padded wall. Pinned as she was, she felt his other hand travel downward to her waist, hips and finally settle at the already moist opening between her legs. There his fingers dipped slightly in the juice as he unraveled the secrets of her many folds, not yet going too deep, but just enough to win him the first sweet moans from her lips. He played her skillfully as an instrument and made her come swiftly, his fingers teasing her clitoris. These first moments with Salster made her weak and dizzy, and she slid down against the wall, seeing before her the infinite vastness of universe, the stars spreading beyond all limits of space, and distant galaxies that no human would ever know of. Salster lifted her and carried her to a seat of padded cushions. As she recovered from her dizziness, she noticed that what had appeared to be walls had now been slid open to expose the outside terraces and distant landscapes. Already there were watchers there, mostly men, taking in the sight of Nirtasia and Salster. Salster was now low bending before her, licking her toes and feet, enjoying her body as he moved to her calves, the back of her knees and thighs. "Now I will drink this fountain that you offer me," he said, as his face disappeared between her thighs. His tongue explored the sweet cave and he drank her wildly, deeply and thoroughly, his hands holding her outer thighs, his face dug deeply inside her, where he felt her convulse from pleasure. She threw her head backward, breathless, lost, and completely gone in the feeling of ecstasy. She saw the seasons changing from winter to spring, green seedlings emerging from the earth, flowers opening their blossoms to hungry bees, fruit ripe on the trees, autumn leaves swerving down to snow-powdered soil, the life and death of it all, the rebirth. She fell back almost unconscious, her open eyes not seeing anything before her, except what was in her mind. Salster now carried her to a wide bed where he lay her down to rest a moment. As she drank and ate the wine and grapes offered to her, she saw Geldo watching her, alone at one window. Their eyes barely met as Salster then stood before her again. She knew to move towards him, kneel so to take the head of the cock in her mouth, to play her tongue on it, taste it, as Salster moaned but never gave up his cum to her. The throbbing cock stayed in her mouth a long time, Salster taking in the sight, the bliss of it all, a outside the room others also took their own pleasure. Men were spilling their cum as an offering to this act of eternal lust. Nirtasia was in rapture as the smooth shaft moved in and out of her mouth. In this strange stupor, she could see the first traces of life move on the planet, the first cells divide. She was there at the beginning. Minutes merged and became hours as the light outside showed how the day progressed. The lovers continued, lost in their own oblivion of desire. Salster leaned her backward on the bed, first kissing her lips hungrily, almost keeping her from breathing. Then he suddenly moved down to her breasts that he sucked and lingered on a while. Her body was already asking for him, lifting up, calling him. So he moved above her and slowly let the tip of his cock touch the wet cup of sweet nectar she offered him between her legs. He pushed a little deeper in, and deeper still until the warmth of her surrounded him and he began to pump into her, all the while looking down at her exquisite perfection, her nipples calling to him, her breathing answering his own rapid breaths, as her eyes saw past the room, to vast jungles and savannahs, where beasts of all kinds reigned and roamed, hunted and killed, mated and procreated, fitting into the rhythms of the universe, as she herself now gave in to forces beyond herself, allowing Salster to bring her to climax once again as she gave out her own animal cry and she shuttered once again. At the sound of her coming, the watchers would release hot liquid from their loins at the threshold of the opened windows, one after the other. Outside twilight was approaching and the air was full of pure lust. Salster, who's vision was clear and strong now, had not yet spilled a drop of his own desire, would not yet allow this to be over. He wanted more of Nirtasia. She opened her eyes coming into full consciousness once again as he lay beside her on his back and pulled her upon his body. She now straddled him, her tingling body exposed for all to see as she caught her breath. She looked at the watchers and her eyes met them one by one and she began to ride the prick beneath her slowly, feeling it fill her, tapping something deep inside. Her eyes wandered until she saw Geldo again, his eyes glued on her as she moved, his hand already working his prick to climax as she sped up her motion on Salster's cock. Geldo released his juice into a golden cup, spilling it while looking deeply in her eyes; a servant who awaited there then brought and offered it to Nirtasia and Salster gestured for her to drink it. She lifted the cup to her lips and swallowed it down thirstily, licking her lips, never taking her eyes off Geldo, until the ecstasy caught her once again and she violently began to ride Salster. Her eyes again saw something far away... oceans and seas splashing distant shores, 100-year-old trees growing upwards to the sky, waterfalls filling rivers and lakes with crystal waters, thunderstorms and floods washing away all that is unnecessary, volcanoes erupting to form islands, continents shifting, sun rays and rain pouring down on thirsty land, the tides rising and receding. She spoke with birds that flew low above her to whisper secrets, she understood the whales' songs and dolphins' conversations, she saw the ape evolve into a standing human...she knew it all. It was part of her now....as she suddenly awoke and found herself upon Salster once again, moving to her inner rhythm taking this knowledge from him as she shuddered once again and let out a painful moan into the night above. The room had no roof and as she leaned back she could see the stars twinkling down to her, no longer so far away, and she collapsed on the man beneath her. Sultry Tales of Sultana Nirtasia Ch. 02 The hours were passing quickly. Salster moved the slightly weary Nirtasia so that now she was on all fours facing outward to the distant horizons past the watchers...and in this position he entered her once more, moving his pelvis so that his cock would fully disappear into the eager pussy that could not get enough. He humped her like this hard, harder still smacking his balls into her clitoris below...and she saw all of creation before her...the invisible travelers down the an inner river reaching a bright sun and joining in a common dance...cells dividing into two, then four, then eight..and she knew, she knew the symmetry of nature, the artistry of the universe having created everything as it should be, red strawberries and grey stones, rainbows of color and violent sunsets...desire, lust, need, fulfillment, the give and take, rise and fall...The planets revolved around the sun, the days and nights merged into one another, the eternal cycle completing itself and starting over... She saw herself from above, a figure moving to the rhythm of Salster as he continued to fuck her, she saw the room, the house, Geldo, the watchers, the mountainside, the kingdom; she felt Brano and Slavo near her, Algo inside her..all her lovers where there...moving through her as she began to come...as Salster also gave the final thrusts and felt as if something was taken from him by force, an almost painful release into Nirtasia's body, again, again spilling it deeply and he screamed as the final vision of her disappeared from his eyes, while inside her something was drinking wildly, not wanting to let go of the feeling. Both fell together exhausted and slept entangled in a web of each other. Night was over. A light rain falling through the open roof awakened Nirtasia. Servants rushed to close the openings of the room. Salster caressed Nirtasia and covered her with a blanket; now that he no longer could see her with his eyes, he only had his fingertips. She stirred half awake in his arms. Food was brought to them and they ate the dried dates, blood oranges and Indian chocolates hungrily. Salster stood up and walked to the far end of the room. There he put the finishing touches on her portrait. He had been painting in the complete darkness of the night from his memory, using colors he could not see. He easily captured her enticing green eyes, the fiery reddish hair as it fell in waves around her face and onto her shoulders, her sensual pink lips, her grace and elegance. He added her expression of mischievous curiosity, her lips slightly parted as she looked contemplating something in the distance... Nirtasia was amazed at what she saw. "You painted this? Is that me?" she asked, "Am I this beautiful?" "I am the painter. I am able to feel and recreate beauty I have witnessed." he answered, "You are magnificent, Nirtasia. And of all the women, the most beautiful, for you are with child." "Am I?" Nirtasia was startled. "A boy, who will always follow adventures. You will always be looking for him as he is growing up and finding him in unexpected places at the palace grounds. He will be a good swimmer and hold his breath for almost an hour underwater. He will have your eyes, his father's intensity. You know who his father is." "And there is a girl," he continued, "who will be born knowing how to communicate with the animals, how to read the weather before it comes, who will have vast knowledge of a universe that you have only gotten a glimpse of. She is my daughter. I have chosen you among many women to be her mother." Nirtasia was shaken by this news. "I did not expect it. But I am honored to have your child inside me and that of Algo. Both of you have taken me to places I could not have dared to dream of before." "It is time that you return to where you belong, Nirtasia. Brano will be awaiting you. A carriage is ready for you whenever you wish it." "I am ready," she stood up, fastening the last part of her gown. And without another word, she stepped outside to commence the journey home, alone this time. She slept most of the way back, submerged in vivid dreams. And she smiled to see a familiar horizon coming closer as she neared home. Entering the harem walls, Brano stepped out to greet her. She ran to him and kissed his lips tenderly, and he returned the kiss. "I know," he said, "there is nothing for you to tell me. You saw me there and I was with you. It was our common journey." And together they walked back inside, each with an arm around each other's waist....the children running to greet their mother happily. And that, dear reader is the second part of our tale... do you wish to read our heroine's next adventure? Then tell me so, make me want to share it with you! Sultry Tales of Sultana Nirtasia Until finally one warm evening, as the two of them sat near the outdoor pool just having finished a meal of wild boar with rose petals, and as Sultan ran his hands over her smooth thighs, he asked her what it was that she wished of him in order for her to go on with her stories. Nirtasia drew him over her and looked into his eyes, so that his face was only a breath away from hers. And she revealed to him her desire: if the Sultan was ever to hear another word of magical prose or poetry from her lips, he would first have to agree to know the ending of the unfinished story. But this ending would not be told in words. The Sultana requested that she show him the continuation of the tale through its enactment before his eyes. She requested his permission to be made love to by another man. The Sultan looked down into the green eyes of his most passionate desire, and nodded. He would give her what she wanted. In essence, he could refuse her nothing. Nirtasia had not seen Slavo in over a week. But she had made sure that everyday he received something that would remind him of her: one day it was a lock of her hair, another day a flask of her perfume, yet another, the print of her lips with rose petal paste on papyrus. And finally one day, shortly after her talk with the Sultan, she sent a girl of the harem to inform Slavo that the day was near when he would get the chance to touch the Sultana in the most intimate ways possible. The young woman explained to him what would happen and when. Slavo stood almost unbelieving as he heard that the moment of his greatest desire would soon become a reality, his cock growing hard as he listened. He closed his eyes and came there as he stood before the girl, shuddering without even touching himself. Only the thought of the glorious beauty of the Sultana in his arms was enough to release the hot liquid from his loins. A few days later, Nirtasia awoke before sunrise and took a long walk alone on the beach as the sky melted from purple to pink and then turned a pure clear blue. She returned to the palace and enjoyed a breakfast of strawberries and peaches, sweet and juicy on her lips. She had slept well and deeply, and felt relaxed, yet excited. In many ways, it was a day like any other, full of the sensual pleasures that she always sought. A little before noon, she gathered the children of the palace, and enchanted them with the tale of a magical tree that grew wishes instead of fruit. They giggled and laughed as they revealed their innocent dreams to her. And they all feel asleep in the shade of the fig tree. That afternoon, the Sultana had the ladies prepare a bath of wildflower petals and honey water, to clear away any traces of the day and move her body towards the rhythms of the evening and night. She stepped out of the water, allowed her body to dry slowly, the fragrances sinking into her skin, and slipped into a crimson gown. She then lay back onto a plush sofa covered with pillows, sipping a rare wine found in a sunken ship off the lost island of Atlantis. The windows were open, and the scent of jasmine and honeysuckle trickled in on the breeze. Slowly all those who would be present during her encounter with Slavo began to take their discreet positions. The Sultan would watch in the company of two young women from the harem from behind a flowing silk curtain not far from where the Sultana laid. Nirtasia´s four favorite ladies were also there and chose their favorite corners behind intricately carved wooden screens, from where they could observe without disturbing. Just as twilight announced the beginning of night and the flicker of lit candles emerged around the room, Slavo entered the room. He was dressed only in clean white pants, no shirt, only the fresh scent of rough soap covering his skin. He stood for a moment in the middle of the room, taking in everything at a glance: the pool, the mosaics, the textures and colors. He looked at Nirtasia sitting across the room in her red dress, and as their eyes met, she got up and moved toward him and stopped just in front of him. They were both barefoot, their eyes now locked and all their desire rushed to their skin, their bodies sensitive like fingertips. She waited there, not saying anything, not moving, until he reached out his hand and touched her face with his fingers. From her cheek a rush went through her body. Slavo moved his fingers into her hair and pulled her face close to his, until he felt her breath on his lips. But before he could kiss her, she touched his lips with her fingertips, caressing the mouth that she had so longed for, until she felt the wetness of his tongue and then their lips met in kiss that escalated from gentle to devouring. They kissed, their tongues exploring one another, taking in the scent of the other, their arms finally embracing the pure solid form of the other's body. Slavo could now wait no longer. He wanted to uncover her beauty and release all the lust that she had awakened in his soul. He moved her back as they kissed, back towards the cushioned sofa and sat her down. He kneeled before her and ran his hands up her calves to her thighs, moving away the fine fabric to reveal her legs, slightly parted. There it glistened, her pussy already wet with her desire and he moved down to lick it, run his tongue over the swollen lips, taking in his first taste of her. She leaned back on her arms, her eyes closed as she felt his tongue gently move on the very surface of her cunt, her breathing increasing. She now wanted him to eat her, open her up. She wanted to release her lust unto his lips and face. He licked there along the outside of the lips, slightly touching her clit, her pussy pouring out more of its sweet nectar, her legs opening wider to him, begging him. He parted her opening with his tongue and felt the smooth walls close around him, the thick juice covering his tongue. He moved in and out, licked her everywhere while her breathing escalated, her head thrown back, her breasts heaving. She pulled down the top of her dress and exposed her breasts, her nipples yearning for him. He removed his pants and then pulled her gown completely away from her body, so that they were now both naked for the first time. His cock was throbbing. He moved up along her body and straddled her as she laid back, his cock now moving between her breasts. She pushed her breasts together and he moved between them, rubbing his cock on her body, her breasts enveloping him. She lifted her head and put her lips on the head of his cock and sucked and wetted it as he moved. She finally had the taste of him on her lips. She now moved the whole cock into her mouth and felt it, licked it, learned it with her tongue. He moved up so that now he was fucking her mouth, pumping into her beautiful lips. She tasted the first drops of pleasure that escaped his cock, but he would remain hard, pushing into her mouth, fucking her face for a long time, the musk of his lust filling the room. Behind the curtain the lustful eye of the Sultan watched everything. One of the ladies already knelt before him, and he gestured for her to uncover his throbbing dick and start to work on it. He watched Slavo pushing his cock into the mouth of the Sultana and his own lust increased. The other woman sat naked beside him on a table, her legs wide and he opened her cunt with his fingers and fucked her liked that, all the while moving in and out of the kneeling woman's mouth and never for a moment looking away from Nirtasia. He would fuck the two ladies in many ways, but he held on to his lust for Nirtasia. His pleasure came in watching her pleasure, something that he never imagined he could feel. The one favorite of the Sultana, who watched from behind a screen, had brought a slave with her and positioned him sitting facing her. As she watched Nirtasia and Slavo, she began to move slowly against him, arousing him. She parted the material that covered the inside of her thighs to reveal an opening, and slowly began to lower herself and her dripping cunt onto the waiting prick of the slave. He moaned and she moaned with him as they began to fuck to the sounds of their mistress´ lust. Another of these favorite ladies had with her a manservant, and she watched from behind the screen, leaning on cushions, she had him fuck her from behind, moving his dick into her pussy as she held it open for him, aroused by the images of Nirtasia and her lover. Nearby the other two ladies sat side by side on cushions while between their legs, two man servants sucked on their cunts. They took the desire of their mistress as their own and would come many times ignited by the sight that they were privileged to witness. Slavo slowly withdrew his penis from Nirtasia´s mouth, leaving her lips wet with desire. He gently slid down along her body until once again his face was a breath away from her gleaming pussy. With a controlled gesture of his tongue, he licked the outside of her lips just once, very delicately in an upward motion, just at the surface, savoring her flavor, tempting her aching need. And then he mounted her, his cock throbbing at the threshold of its longing...and he entered her, the head widening her opening and sliding up into her, as if there were no other place ever meant for it to be. Nirtasia´s pleasure was now beyond human sensation. She had her dream lover between her legs. She felt him widen her and deep moans began escaping with her breath. Slavo began to move slowly in and out, dipping his pulsating shaft into the hot juice of her cunt. He looked down at her face, their eyes drowning and connected, while he continued his slow pumping. There was electricity flowing between them. The thrusts began to quicken and both began nearing the ultimate uniting release. Her hands were on his buttocks pushing him deep inside. But wanting him deeper still, she moved him harder and faster into her with her legs. Their eyes were now hooked into a united endless embrace as they moved into one another fucking wildly like animals all the while savoring the lust captured on the other's face, a shared distant look as if both were gone from the room, as if the room were no longer there. She thrust her hips upward towards him to meet his movement...the moment of orgasm came like a flood from both simultaneously...his sperm spilling into her while her pussy throbbed and sucked like a mouth thirstily drinking in pure water. They came into one another; their eyes locked, watching the other's pleasure ....living the moment as if it were the reason they were born, to experience only this... She moaned as she felt each ripple of his liquid spill into her and he let out his passion in sound, a low groan from his soul....and so, in a midst of uncontrolled movement and breathless sound....the lovers were joined in pure ecstasy... Finally, through their rapid breathing, they kissed, their tongues intertwining tenderly, as if their lips wanted never to part again.... And it was during this kiss, that the Sultan, who had been watching and listening speechlessly, his cock hard and throbbing, emerged from behind the curtain, walked across to the lovers and with a swift but smooth gesture, moved Slavo away from Nirtasia, and mounted her himself, pumping his cock into her pussy, full with another man's sperm, thrusting in and out looking down at her startled face as she began to feel desire rising from her body once again...a guttural moan escaped her lips as Brano came into her, her body overwhelmed by the pure lust she was feeling, her cunt filling again and again with the Sultan's hot juice....her pussy lips sucking in each drop....Such bliss, such ecstasy she had never felt before....Nirtasia came loudly....once again....as Brano made his final thrust... He moved off her and caressed her face, her breasts as she laid there ....the two men's sperm overflowing from the lips of her cunt... Slavo, who had been watching, was once again aroused at the sight of her wet pussy, gleaming invitingly...Brano nodded permission to him....and Slavo leaned down to drink from her spring, a mixture of three people's lust. And with this flavor on his lips, he leaned over to kiss her as he slipped his hardness back into her and began to pump and fuck her once again...she almost screamed this time from this uncontrollable ecstasy she felt...and came again as he banged into her, releasing his own untamed lust once more into her body..... He collapsed on her....their breath was now out of control....it was the ultimate moment...for all three as Nirtasia turned her dreamy eyes first to one man and then the other... Behind the curtains and screens the sounds of passion came in spurts and waves as the watchers used the scene unraveling before them to incite their own lust and finally the room was silent...the candles flickering, the incense burning... Nirtasia fell asleep in the silence. Brano covered her with a satin sheet and her lovers quietly stepped away and left her to bask in the pure intensity that the evening had brought her.... When she awoke, it was moments before sunrise... The night had brought her a profound dreamless sleep from which she emerged effortlessly into the first rays of the new day. She slipped into the pool, now decorated with scattered lilies and autumn leaves and cooled her body, washing away the sweat of sex, her cunt just now unloading the liquids that she had kept inside her all night long....She floated among the petals and leaves as the sun crystals that hung across the windows scattered rainbows on the walls. The sun rose in pink glory welcoming a fresh day full of wonder. Nirtasia knew her life at the palace had forever changed. Having experienced the pleasure that Brano reaped through her pleasure, she was certain that now her new lover would be hers whenever she desired. And she could feel the stirrings of life that grew in her womb ...such a night of lust and passion and love could only spur a magical beginning... Brano and Slavo were both her lovers now and she was a woman blessed by all twelve gods of antiquity.... Nine months later she gave birth to two immaculate babies, a boy and a girl, who were brother and sister, the fruit of two men's sperm.... But our story has not ended.... it just continues, dear reader....and if you desire more.....your reactions will prove it...