A Friendly Caper
Chapter Seven - Lilith
"I've selected a wife for you," I told Prince Ibrahim and he gave me a curious smile. "Don't stop."
That brought a soft chuckle from his throat as the man went back to washing my perfumed asshole with his tongue. I lay with my hips raised upon one of the many oversized pillows that served as furniture in my bedroom, with thighs spread and my knees up. My cock was swollen with arousal and Ibra held it in his fist, pumping the shaft while he swirled his tongue around my tight sphincter and nuzzled my silky scrotum with his nose.
"Lilith," I continued. "She's turning thirteen next week. You'll marry her and satisfy your father."
"Hmmm…" he sighed, kissing the soft skin between my balls and anus, teasing me with his teeth so that I shivered.
"You've been mourning your wife for a year," I said. "That's long enough and the girl's all alone, you'll be doing her a favor. Everyone will think so."
"You know so much now?" Ibra teased me, lifting his mouth briefly before pulling my erection to his lips.
"I've been keeping my eyes open," I shrugged. "My ears too. You should stop being so lazy all the time."
"Mmmph?" He narrowed his eyes even as his tongue washed the precum away from my cockhead.
"You could have a real position," I told him. "Real power. You're the King's son, Ibra. You should act like it sometimes."
I was perhaps the only person in the world who could talk to him that way, except for his father, of course. We'd been together for two years already and the Prince knew I spoke the truth, just as I had to tell him those things because I did love him so much. He would never be King, we both knew that, but he could be more than just another Minister-Without-Portfolio in a government already full of them.
"The Foreign Minister," I thought aloud. "You've got a degree in that, right? International relations? You should be a diplomat. An ambassadorship, that's what you need."
The Prince merely listened, content to suckle on my sexy penis while I played with my breasts. I'd turned seventeen and hadn't grown much more at all, but that was fine with me. I liked my body a lot and Ibra couldn't get enough of it. We'd been very happy together in Riyadh after his wife had died. I supervised his household and especially his daughters, loving them as my own. I kept him satisfied in bed and out of it and I wished it wasn't necessary for him to take another wife, but it was and I could do nothing but ensure he picked the right woman.
The right girl, I should say. Thirteen sounds young, and it is, but not so much for the enlightened traditions of Arabia. Lilith had genuine beauty, a pleasant disposition, and best of all, a decidedly submissive and meek personality. She'd pose no threat to me, unlike Ibra's first wife, and I'd rule her the way I ruled any other servant. That's what she'd be, after all, nothing but a servant to her husband's cock and only so far as necessary to give him a son.
Once she was married and pregnant…
"Mmmm…My Prince," I sighed happily, playing with his hair while his lips moved up and down the glistening shaft of my cock.
He hadn't always been so avid in giving me oral pleasure, but I'd had a long time to work on him. Ibra was a wonderful cocksucker now and such a slave to my desires. He'd purchased my body with gold, but I'd bought his heart with love. Our roles were slowly, but surely reversing and although he could defy my wishes occasionally, most often the Prince would agree to whatever I might suggest. It's a strange thing to own a man, but I found myself enjoying it quite a lot.
"Like that…Fuck my cock with your mouth," I whispered. "Show me how much you love me, Ibra. Make me cum now."
He didn't resist me at all, my beautiful Prince, but only mouthed my penis eagerly. I watched the wet shaft disappear between his lush lips over and over, feeling his tongue as it would tease and tickle the glans. He played with my balls and fingered my asshole as if I had a real cunt, curling his finger and scratching gently at the soft walls of my rectum. Ibra knew exactly what I liked and it wasn't long before my cock pulsed rapidly, loosing a flood of semen for him to swallow with thick, loud gulps.
"Make sure I'm clean," I reminded him. "Lick my balls too…Get all of it, Prince. Thank me for letting you suck my cock."
"Thank you," he breathed around my scrotum as he drew the soft skin into his mouth and washed away the remains of my orgasm.
"Now you can fuck me," I decided a moment later, rolling over to offer the man my asshole. "Use your tongue first, I'm not wet enough."
"As you wish," Ibra sighed, spreading my firm cheeks with his thumbs and kissing the soft pucker of my anus.
I closed my eyes and relaxed beneath his expert tongue, hugging the pillow that elevated my hips and ass. I had my long legs spread around him and my cock soon grew hard once again, pointing downward towards the floor. Ibra found it with his hand and jerked me off while he tongue fucked my boy pussy, wriggling the tip of his tongue past my sphincter. Sometimes that's all we did, all night long until the man's tongue became too weary to continue. I loved oral sex and having my asshole rimmed and it was with some reluctance that I finally told him he could put his cock inside me.
The Prince wouldn't last long, but it did feel so wonderful being loved that way. I'd already cum twice that evening and my third orgasm wasn't far off as Ibra knelt behind me, massaging my back while he stroked his prick in and out of my tight hole. He hadn't cum at all and wanted to move slowly, to prolong the pleasure, but even so he barely lasted five minutes before I felt his cock spasm deep in my bowels.
After he pulled out, leaving me full of soothing semen, I took him the same way. I pushed my Prince over the pillow and drove my cock into his ass without mercy. He was my whore, my slut, my faggot Master and I called him all those things and more. I slapped his hips while Ibra bucked beneath me, rolling his eager ass and grinding himself upon my strident erection. It was a good fuck and I didn't cum for fifteen or twenty minutes probably. I'd ridden the Prince to near exhaustion and he collapsed completely, panting for cool air as I pumped hot semen into his well-fucked rectum.
That was how we made love in those days, two years after he'd whipped and raped me into submission.
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"You're spoiling me!" Lilith giggled, standing in front of a mirror as Aliya and Iris dressed her in gold and jewels.
"You should be spoiled," I said with a smile. "You're going to be married soon. The wife of a Prince."
"He frightens me," she confessed, looking over her shoulder and biting her lip. "What if he doesn't like me?"
"He will," I assured her. "You'll give him many sons and the Prince will love you for that."
"I hope so," Lilith sighed, looking exactly like she was…a little girl.
"And we'll be sisters," I promised, shooing the servants away as I stood behind Lilith and admired her beauty in the mirror.
"I know," she said softly, standing very still like a nervous fawn ready to bolt.
"I'll take care of you," I breathed, sliding my hands around her tummy and up to her breasts as they hid behind a veil of woven 24 karat gold.
It hung from a golden chain around her neck and made the most wonderful tinkling sound as Lilith's smallish tits rose and fell with her breathing. I enjoyed playing dress up with her, letting her wear my jewelry and see herself as a Princess. A silk, gauze-like skirt hung from her narrow hips and only barely hid Lilith's virgin sex and heart shaped ass. I loved her butt and my cock was stiff as I slipped it beneath the silk, letting the shaft ride upwards between her dusky cheeks.
The girl had a bronze complexion, like an all over tan to complement her luxurious black hair and sapphire eyes. She wasn't truly beautiful yet, being only barely thirteen, but she would be in a few years. For the moment, Lilith was merely lovely and precious in her innocence. I cupped the fatty mounds and felt her puffy nipples blooming hard and hot beneath my palms. I kissed her neck and hair, bending my knees to work my cock back and forth along the soft crevice of her ass.
"Bend over," I whispered. "I want you now."
"Oh!" Lilith shivered and blinked at our reflection, but did as she was told.
I had to preserve her virginity until after she married Ibra, but I'd been taking her in other ways for many months by then. I found her anus with my cockhead and pushed with a soft grunt, forcing the girl's sphincter to open for me. She was dry and this would be painful, but Lilith enjoyed that sort of thing. She really was quite submissive and her gasp filled the room as my cockhead seemed to pop suddenly past the ring of her anus and into her small rectum.
"Who do you belong to?" I asked her, holding the girl's hips as she stood with her legs straight and spread apart, bent over the waist as she held the heavy frame of the mirror.
"You…Oh!"
I thrust into her quickly, pulling Lilith back as half my swollen penis stretched her asshole around it. I loved fucking her in front of the mirror and she stared at her own reflection as pain and humiliation filled her eyes with tears. Alya and Iris hadn't left the room, and having someone watch made it even better for my purposes, but somewhat worse from Lilith's perspective. She loved the sex and hated to be watched. It made her feel guilty and dirty and who's to say what else? I didn't really care what she felt, truth be told, so long as the girl was ultimately broken.
"Move!" I commanded with a slap of her ass. "Fuck my cock, whore! Don't embarrass me in front of my own servants or I'll find a dog to mount you in the gardens!"
"N-No…Please…I'm sorry!" Lilith gasped, pushing herself against me, rolling her hips as if screwing her asshole onto my penis.
"You'd like that, I think." I spanked her again. "Giving your virginity to a dog?"
"M-Mistress!" She sobbed as her bowels opened for my cock, working me deeper with every delicious grind of her ass against my pelvis.
"I'd have to take pictures," I whispered as if thinking aloud. "No one would believe me. Your parents, the Prince…Even the King…Do you think he'd like to see you fucking his dogs?"
"Ahhh…N-Noooo…Oh!" And just that quickly the girl was cumming.
I didn't even have to touch her pussy, only spank her ass and fill her imagination with some outrageous fantasy, the filthier the better. Fucking dogs in the garden. Drinking piss in the dining room. Being sold as a whore in the market. I'd treated her to all of those dreams and more, finding Lilith enjoyed anything that would degrade her publicly. I sometimes wondered if she would enjoy the reality as much, but there would be little possibility of finding out, unfortunately. She was going to marry a Prince and her private fantasies would have to remain private, much to our mutual regret.
The girl had her cum and when she'd recovered, I pulled my cock from her rectum and pushed Lilith to her knees. Sometimes I would cum in her ass, but I usually liked to finish on her face. It seemed to humiliate her even more as I first made her lick my penis clean and then suckle me until I was ready to jerk off on her lovely face. I sprayed my semen into her tear stained eyes, across her cheeks and into her hair. I made the child as messy as I possibly could, using my cock like a brush to paint her with a thin glaze of salty cum.
"No, don't clean yourself," I said, slapping Lilith's had away as she brought it close to her face. "Clean my servants instead."
Alya and Iris had been lounging on pillows, naked side by side and fingering each other while they watched and waited. This too had become part of the ritual and Lilith crawled across the floor to press her cummy face between Alya's thighs. She'd protested strongly the first time I'd made her suck pussy and I'd had to whip the girl with Ibra's belt, but that had been the child's only rebellion and I think she almost enjoyed it now.
I relaxed on a chaise lounge, sipping iced tea and watching as my two servant girls pulled Lilith back and forth between their thighs. They could be so impatient, Alya and Iris, so impetuous at times, but I did love them dearly. They deserved a reward and having a future Princess lap the cum from their horny cunts must have seemed a real luxury. They were only peasants, after all, and would spend their entire lives serving only me…Until they grew too old for it, I supposed, or I grew weary and bored with them.
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I wasn't invited to the wedding, of course, being only the homosexual Mistress that I was. My role, my obligation, was to remain discreet and largely invisible. I had my private apartments in the palace at Riyadh, separate from Prince Ibrahim's, although he spent every evening in my chambers. When he was away, which was altogether too often for me, I was free to enjoy any part of the palace I wished. The gardens, the pool, the fine library and various other rooms; but when he was home and most especially when he had guests, I remained in my apartments and waited.
I disliked that custom intensely, but accepted it as the price I had to pay to be with him.
Now he was married to a child bride thirteen years of age. A part of my disliked that as well, but I'd arranged it and among the many choices available, I'd made the best one possible. I owned Lilith and though her position had suddenly been elevated far above my own, I had little fear that she'd find anything useful there. Ibra didn't love her and Lilith would be little more than a baby factory, to put it crudely. So long as she was pregnant with his child, the Prince would have no interest in her personal affairs…which left the girl to me.
"Suck on it, you little whore!" I commanded, holding Lilith by her perfumed hair and pushing her mouth back down the swollen shaft of my cock.
I was entirely too large, but I enjoyed feeling her gag and choke on my sexy penis and I shared a smile with her husband as he sat watching nearby. I hadn't attended the wedding, as I said, but I'd joined them for the consummation of their vows. A Muslim ceremony is somewhat different than a Christian wedding, though the principle remains the same.
"Give me this…" I told her, letting go of her hair and grabbing the girl's arm, her hand, so I could remove the ring Ibra had given her.
"Mmmph!" she moaned around my cock and began lifting her mouth to protest, but I had what I wanted. Wedding rings were not a Muslim custom, but it wasn't unheard of either thanks to the growing influence of Western culture.
"It's mine now," I told her, putting the ring on my little finger. "If anyone asks, you'll say you gave it to me."
"N-No…" she blinked rapidly, turning towards the Prince. "Please…Husband!"
"Shut-up!" I slapped her cheek and pushed her face where it belonged, between my thighs. "If your husband wishes you to speak, he'll ask you a question."
"Sareth…" Ibra sighed with a small smile.
"Put your cock inside her," I suggested, holding Lilith's head with both hands. "She's ovulating. Fuck her and be done with it."
He had no desire to be cruel to the girl, but cruelty is exactly what Lilith required, believe me. For all her protestation and tears, her cunt was dripping wet with arousal. The girl's nipples were thick and long, nearly glowing with the excited radiance of desire. She wanted to be treated as a slave and a whore, and I knew as soon as she felt her new husband's cock tearing through her maidenhead, Lilith would orgasm violently.
"Allah!" she screamed, and I had the satisfaction of being proved correct yet again.
Ibra had mounted her like a dog, taking the girl on her hands and knees while she feasted upon my cock. I'd lifted her hungry mouth just so I could see the look in her eyes and hear that breathless cry escape her lips. My prince drove his cock inside Lilith's pussy to the root, balls deep, as they say, and held himself there while she quivered around him. We kissed, Ibra's tongue filling my mouth while we held his wife down, impaled at both ends upon our aching pricks.
After filling Lilith's fertile womb with his seed, I used a linen handkerchief to collect her virginal blood. There was more than I expected, but not a lot. The cloth had several large spots and I folded it carefully while she watched and held my cock, massaging my penis gently as I hadn't cum for her yet.
"This is yours," I told Lilith, placing the handkerchief in a sandalwood box. "A remembrance of the child you were and the woman you are."
"Thank you," she whispered, nodding her head slowly. "I won't forget."
"Good." I smiled at her, leaning forward to kiss her forehead. "Your husband is hard again. You'll fuck him as often as you can, every day until you're certain you're pregnant."
"Yes," she agreed, glancing nervously over her shoulder. "It hurt the first time."
"And it'll hurt the second," I said. "But not so much, I promise. Go to him now, I want to watch."
"I love you, Sareth," the girl told me suddenly, as if afraid she'd never get another chance and I laughed at her seriousness.
"Of course you do." I pushed her away from me. "Go. Before the Prince falls asleep and I have to impregnate you myself."
"Oh!" she gasped happily, but soon enough she'd feel my sperm flooding her wanton womb. I only needed to ensure Lilith was good and pregnant with her husband's child first.
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"What is it?" I demanded, sitting near the bed and holding Lilith's small hand. "Can you tell yet?"
"Not yet," the doctor sighed, pushing a button on the monitor and freezing a fuzzy, black and white image of the fetus in Lilith's belly.
The woman put her ultrasound equipment on the cart and handed the princess a small towel to clean her stomach with. She gestured towards the screen, pointing out the barely discernable shape of Lilith's baby. The bright and rapid beating of its heart had been most obvious, but even so I wouldn't have recognized what I was seeing.
"It's healthy enough," she decided. "About twelve weeks, I'd say. Another month and we should be able to determine the sex."
"A month?" Lilith frowned and I sighed, knowing there was little to be done about it.
In all fairness, she wasn't even showing yet, at least not so anyone not intimate with Lilith's body would be able to tell. I could see it though, the very slight swelling of her tummy. She had a baby in there, Ibra's child, and I very much hoped it would be a boy. He had daughters enough already and I wanted to spoil my Prince with good news. But it was not to be, not on this day, and the doctor left without apology.
"I'm sorry," Lilith whispered, wiping the gel from her skin.
"For what?" I laughed at her. "You're not quite pregnant enough, that's all."
"I just don't want to disappoint you," she said. "You've been so good to me, Mistress."
"Don't call me that here," I warned her. "Remember your place."
"I'll try," she sighed. "But I wish…"
"What?"
"I wish I carried your child," Lilith whispered, "instead of my husband's."
"Stop," I warned her. "You must never say that."
"But it's true!"
"He'll have us both whipped," I said, knowing the truth would be much worse. "You will never have a child that isn't his. Never."
"I know." The little girl fairly wilted beneath my stern gaze and I'd have to watch her closely, I knew that. I remembered being thirteen and falling in love, so I could understand her feelings, but I hadn't been married to a Saudi Prince either.
As much as he loved me, Ibrahim could never allow such an insult to go unpunished, but would he be less gentle with his wife than his mistress? As well as I knew him, I wouldn't dare hazard a guess and I had to assume Ibra would have us both killed. The punishment for a wife's infidelity in this culture were simple and what some might call primitive in many ways, but they were firm and fair as well. I'd brought Lilith to a female doctor because no man but her husband could look upon Lilith's naked body, let alone touch her.
We had four men with us, Raman and Rashid, and Lilith's two bodyguards. They escorted us through one of the larger markets in the city as we'd decided to take advantage of our necessary trip to the hospital. It had become rare for us to leave the palace together and shopping alone wasn't very much fun. Exploring the bazaar with Lilith was far more entertaining and we bought small, inexpensive trinkets and exotic fruits like strawberries. She'd never tasted a real one before and I'd decided to do something about that.
"Like this…" I said and Lilith giggled as I held a can of whipped cream over her tummy and pressed the nozzle with my finger.
Shhhwwooop!
"Oh! It's cold!" she complained, showing me her tongue as I dipped a strawberry into the mound of whipped cream.
"I know!" I laughed. "Open your mouth."
Lilith opened for the strawberry and I held it by the tiny leaves at the top as she bit into it.
"Do you like it?" I asked, watching her lovely face as she considered the new experience.
"It's delicious!" she said happily. "Give me another one!"
We were lazy and decadent, careless and happy. I'd never imagined I could fall in love with a girl, but I had. Feeding Lilith strawberries was like…heaven. After we'd had our fill, I made love to her, slipping my swollen cock into her pussy and feeling the girl already hot and moist. Lilith gave me a satisfied gasp and shiver of pleasure, lifting her left leg over my shoulder while the right lay along the thick carpet that covered the floor.
I could look down and see my pale erection stretching the ruddy mouth of her sex, and it was a view I'd come to admire greatly. Lilith's cunt felt buttery soft and impossibly tight as the walls of her sex would spasm with small, rapid contractions. I reached for her tits, finding the firm swell much to my liking. She had so much growing left to do, my young lover, but it would happen quickly. Her breasts would soon grow fat with milk and I longed to suckle upon her dripping nipples.
Our Prince had left us too long and too often, I realized. As soon as he'd learned of Lilith's pregnancy, he'd left for Europe on business, but I had no idea what sort. He'd come back for a short while and left again. I was growing very cross with the man, or I would have if Lilith wasn't so ardent in her affections. She rarely spoke of her husband and had quickly become my constant companion. We were being foolish perhaps, spending so much time together in the privacy of my apartments, but that's the nature of love and loneliness and I sometimes wondered if I could fall out of love with a man.
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"Why do you have to go?" I asked him and Ibra frowned at my temper. We were having an argument.
"Sareth…"
"You just got here!" I pouted. "You've been gone two weeks and you come back for one night?"
"I have business in Lebanon."
"What kind of business?" I demanded. "Who is she?"
"She?" The Prince narrowed his dark eyes and I slapped his hands away from my hips.
"You've got another mistress," I said. "Everyone knows! Do you think I'm so foolish?"
"I love you, Sareth."
"I hate you!" I yelled, pulling off my gold bangles and throwing them at him. "Don't touch me! Get out!"
He chased me around my bedroom, kicking pillows away and trying to apologize. I'd heard about him though. The Prince had taken up with a French woman, some starlet from the French cinema, and his father was unhappy about it. I was unhappy about it. He had a wife five months pregnant and a mistress living in his palace. Ibra loved me! Why was he fucking some French whore? That's what I wanted to know and I screamed and wept, and broke a great many things that night.