Scheherazade, Finale: The Festival at Al Nen Drowd; Stormy Intercourse and...

Lacie awoke. What would be her*new 'task' for the Sultan?*Guiding a reluctant prince through sex had been an odd task, even had it not been her own 'first time'.What could Captain Sindwell and the Sultan demand next? And what depended*on its success? Would this coarse, revolting Sultan 'have his way' with her, as her 'reward', or would he execute her? Was it to be*bedding or beheading?Lacie was taken to the palace of King Al Mikahil, where she was to meet the heir to his throne, Prince Russlan.At last, her 'task' was explained, by an ancient vizier. 'Just like a*gaunt,*oriental*Polonius', thought*Lacie."You have heard of the 'Droit de Seigneur'? The right of the King to bed every new bride on the night before her wedding? Such was the custom here for many centuries. But an ancestor of our King Al Mikahil, after bedding three such maidens was overcome by shame. In reparation, he instituted a custom honoured to this day. The heir to the throne, on his wedding night, must share his joy with his people. He must consummate his marriage before an audience of guests, men and women."At first, brides were severely punished should they not show a glad countenance. But King Al Mikahil is more humane. The present bride has expressed such shyness that we looked, with the help of your captain and Queen H'ad?n, for someone resembling her enough for the audience to accept her. The Princess belongs to a pale people beyond the Caspian Sea. Naked and without face-paint it will*never be known that you are not the new Princess Ludmila.""What must I do?""The nuptials, Les Noces, are*an old ritual. You will be bathed and perfumed by four maidens. Then you will be taken to the Prince Russlan in his bedchamber where you will both dance naked and slowly before the guests. In the chamber, we have arranged for a string quartet and a ravishing player of the flute to accompany your dance. We thought the lilt of a gentle, quiet waltz would be pleasing. To help you, you will both be given that to drink which will gladden your hearts with voluptuous sensuousness. The bed will esat escort be as much a pleasure to you as watching will be for the guests."The four Persian maidens were exquisite in their dusky beauty. They treated Lacie like a sweet flower. They undressed her as if stripping tender leaves from a precious bloom.*They bathed her in water fragrant with the scents of the rarest oriental blossoms. They washed her with the softest materials, tending the most secret places, ready for the offering she was to make to the Prince and his audience.*They massaged her with oils of the same heady perfumes they had bathed her in. Her senses reeled as two pairs of hands pampered her thighs and tended to her softest secrets. They infused her innermost parts with unguents,*specially prepared to blend with the oils of her arousal, to intoxicate the Prince.*Then, without dressing her, they led her to a deep, plush couch. Here she reclined and drank. The taste was of rose water with aniseed and some fragrant herb never encountered outside Persia. As she drank she seemed to sink deeper into the couch. Then it became as though she were floating amongst clouds, so happy.*Soon, the maidens, reading something in her eyes, took her by the hands and led her to meet the Prince. The large bedchamber breathed the same aromas as the bath she had left. The four posts of the bed were of pure gold beneath a golden canopy. Its open curtains were of*purple velvet, patined with gilt stars.*The soft, thick mattress was low and bore no sheets. The twelve guests were to miss no detail of the lovers' union.*In a corner of the chamber sat the string quartet and the player of the flute. The splendour of their oriental costume would have been an embarrassing backcloth to Lacie's nakedness had her senses not been prepared by potion and perfumes.*As in a dream, she faced the onlookers before turning to be greeted by young Prince Russlan,*as naked as herself. She had to stop herself exclaiming, "He's gorgeous." After an hour of feminine contact with the four etimesgut escort bayan young maidens, Prince Russlan's young, slender form exuded not just masculinity. Even nude, everything spoke royalty. Here was all the assurance and confidence that Prince Igor had lacked.*She had had to lead Igor, but surely Russlan would be her guide.*He took her by the hand and almost silently mouthing: "Thankyou," led her into a dance. The music was a sensuously subtle waltz, with hints of the serpentine arabesques of Lacie's Scheherazade tune. The Prince held her close, bringing out all the smoochiness in the music. She looked down, to see if he was aroused. No, his penis hung heavy, dormant with who knew what possibilities, but this moment was, for him, not sex; it was pure romance and, wonderfully,*he knew how to treat it as such. Whoever Princess Ludmila was, she was going to be deliriously lucky in her choice of husband. Lacie was relieved that, with his tight hold of her,*spectators could see neither his cock nor her pussy. She felt protected by him. Of him, the audience was merely shown a male ass which she was only too proud to be seen with.*In another corner of the chamber, in near darkness, sat the source of the exotic perfumes. Some sort of tall pipe or hookah was being smoked by a wizened old Persian, sitting cross-legged on a velvet pouffe and almost bent double, like a little caterpillar of a man. Whatever was in the hookah was no vulgar tobacco, it smelt like a flower, intoxicating in its fragrance. Perhaps it was the unknown ingredient of Lacie's drink. At intervals there rose an ethereal, perfect smoke ring, dispersing the perfume and vanishing. Each time, the flute or one of the violins imitated it with a sinuous scale, lingering at the top, before descending back to earth. 'My', thought Lacie. 'If those are scales I'd be happy to practise them all day long. Only I think they'd make me feel far too sexy. I would have to pleasure myself after every half-hour's practice.*The music came to an Escort etlik end. Only now did Prince Russlan allow his partner's body to be fully exposed to the gathered guests. The Prince and the supposed Princess stood side by side to give a regal bow. Hypnotically she followed his every move and was aware of the spectators' sighs of approval. The men, and the women too, liked their naked princess.The Prince led her to the bed and they sat at its edge, facing the audience. He put an arm around her shoulder and they kissed. First a light romantic kiss. How well the Prince had prepared the mood. It was Lacie who could no longer hold herself. She*turned the smooch into a deep-throated passionate kiss. His tongue tasted so sweet and aromatic, and surely hers must.She could feel moisture collecting in those secret parts the Prince had protected so well. Even they were suffused with*those unknown but potent oils. She was beginning to realise just how potent they were.Could it be that she had reached out to touch his cock? That it was hardening and swelling? That romance was turning to raw sex? That she was kneeling in front of him as he sat? Her head between his parted legs? Her ass flaunted before people she didn't even know? That she was avidly, greedily kissing what had stayed chivalrously unaroused throughout the dance? Now it was*wildly rising, at her instigation.What was she? She didn't care. All she knew was that she held this hard mystery in her hand, between her lips, in her mouth. And yes, it tasted of rose-water; it tasted musky, of sandalwood, and that subtle unknown influence. Oh, how she enjoyed that influence. She ran her tongue around the tip, traced the glans, thrust the shaft deeper into her mouth; tasted, tested, teased the throbbing, swelling wonder.*He motioned for them both to stand again; side by side, in full frontal.*The Prince now sported a full, rigid erection.*Lacie shamelessly made no attempt to cover herself.He stood behind her, presenting her front to the audience. He held her hips, kissed her from behind, starting at the tingly back of her neck, finishing at her ass. In movements deliberately designed to arouse both the audience and herself,*he stroked her ass and reached forward between her thighs. He touched her pussy, expertly stimulated her labia, and found her clitoris. She was moaning now, but so happy.