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. I can see by the way you stare, you know who I am. The man almost seemed disappointed.Bianca thought it best to play along.Absently, she answered,  Yes. Pity. His voice was soft, spine-tingling rich. I was looking forward to what you would do next. Really? Bianca smirked.She smiled before moving her bare foot out to kick him in the stomach.Hey,her instincts were still telling her she needed to beat the guy up.That, or sleep with him.Her foot should ve hit flesh, it instead fell through the white mist as the man disappeared.The mistfiltered into her gauze pant leg, caressing against her skin as it worked its way up.She gasped, holdingher leg out to the side.It was as if she could feel a thousand fingers caressing, many mouths licking andkissing her at the same time.The mist traveled up to her slick folds and massaged her clit. Ahh! she gasped as blood rushed to the neglected little nub.She caught her flushed reflection in themirror.Her kohl-lined eyes were wide.There was nowhere to run.Jolts worked their heated way over her, making her nipples hard little pebbles.Whatever this mist manwas, he was using his power to suck on her clit.She allowed her leg to fall back down from the kick.Sheneeded it to support her weight before her whole body collapsed into an orgasmic heap.Just as quickly as it went in, the mist moved down her other leg and filtered out.Breathing hard, and sovery aroused now that she d been caressed by a cloud, Bianca turned.The handsome man materializedbefore her, the mist solidifying.He licked his lips as his lids fell lazily over his dark eyes. You will do, gengli, he said. Your taste is tempting and I do not detect my brothers to have claimedyou.Meketre will be sorry he missed your taste.Hey, why not invite him to join the party.If he looks anything like you we can make it a threesome.It took Bianca a minute to collect her thoughts.When she did, she frowned. Excuse me? Meketre, my brother.He and the others just left, the man explained. No, I got that Meketre was your brother.I meant the other thing.I will do? My taste is tempting? Thatthing. I look for sexual release, gengli.You may come to my bedchamber to bring me pleasure. The manmotioned his hand, turned his back on her and walked down the hall.Bianca watched him and frowned.He didn t even look to see if she obeyed.It was like he assumed she djust follow him because he was horny.When he turned the corner, she took off running in the otherdirection, careful to keep her footsteps light so he didn t hear her.It wouldn t do for the arrogant mistman to come back. I may come to give you pleasure, my ass! she grumbled under her breath, running faster, needing toput as much distance as she could between the egotistical man and herself.Besides, she needed to find aplace to hide until the planet s information was released from within her head. I ll show you release, allright.I ll release you from your mortal coil, you arrogant son of a bitch!* * * * *Prince Ahmet pushed open his bedchamber door.The chamber was richly decorated with the finest ofsilks and gauze in the kingdom.Pottery vases lined the wall, filled with native plants and fruit trees.Spiral designs decorated them.The vases were offerings from his people and decorated almost everyroom of his home.Not all of his people could afford great gifts, but that did not stop Ahmet from takingpleasure in them.Those peasants who did not give vases gave a wealth of other tributes necklaces of precious andsemiprecious stones, small hand-carved statues depicting his people.The richer men of his kingdomprided themselves by giving fine tribute.The nobles gave large statues of bronze and gold, intricatecarved furniture and great weaponry.The bedchamber reflected the wealth and power of Ahmet s position as the eldest son and future king.Well, he d be king already, except for the small fact he didn t find any woman worthy of being hisqueen.It didn t matter.As far as the Kingdom of Vayre was concerned, he was their ruler.The rest wasjust a title.Oh, and there was the small matter of the great power he d receive with the title, but thus farhe didn t need it.Gold encrusted the posts of the bed a bed so large it could hold ten people easily.Ahmet knew fromexperience, having taken nine women to his bed once.It had been a most pleasurable night.He d restedon his back, doing hardly a thing as he watched the women pleasuring him.Their mouths sucked andkissed every inch of his flesh.Their sweet bodies had released the seed from his cock not only with theirmouths but with their pussies and asses as well.They d ridden him good, one after another, bathing himin warm water and rubbing him in oils between releases.As he was fucked, they also provided greatentertainment, releasing each other while he watched.It had been a most glorious night, one he shouldrepeat soon.The taste of the strange harem woman was still on his lips.He was sure he would ve remembered if hetook her, though he d taken many women to his bed and it was hard to tell one from another.Her tastewas sweet, flowing in his blood.Because of this, he could even forgive the fact that she didn t curtsey tohim in the hall.He stood, his back to the door, waiting for it to close, waiting for her to begin herseduction of him.A smug look settled over his features.The harem women knew that as future king hecouldn t seduce them, but must be seduced.He was above them and it was their privilege to see to hispleasure.Any second now , he thought, waiting for the caress of her hands, the kiss of her lips.His cock was hard,aching, ready to be massaged.If she pleased him, he d allow her to stay the night so that she may bathehim and suck on him.It was a great privilege to drink royal seed.Ahmet waited, his erection pressing up against the front of his loincloth, straining for that first feel ofcontact.Nothing came.The prince scowled.He was not one to put off his desires.Slowly, turning on his leather sandals, he looked in disbelief at the empty doorway.Glancing around thebedchamber, he found it empty and went to look out into the hall.She wasn t there.The woman didn tfollow him as he d commanded her to do.His eyes narrowed.It angered him that he would be arousedwith no one to ease the ache from his loins.His power surged.Outside, it started to rain.It wasn t a good thing when he wasn t happy.* * * * * Ah, sacred comet. Bianca stayed curled in the strange broom closet, hitting her head back against thestone in frustration. Sacred comet, this is bad!She whispered her father s favorite curse over and over again.It was the only thing the man had reallyever taught her that she found of use.When he died, he left everything to her brother.Bianca hadn t hada choice but to earn money anyway she could.It was either gambling or prostitution [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]