She couldn't. She just couldn't. And then he moved ever so slightly upon her. She felt his length, eager to enter her. She felt the ruby tip just barely lodged within her, and throbbing with its need. Or was it her need? Zuleika opened her violet-colored eyes to meet those of her lover. "Now!" was all she said.
He smiled down at her, and slowly, slowly, slowly he began to enter her fevered body. "Wrap your legs about me now, Zuleika," he told her. He pressed forward again when she had obeyed.
It was a feeling unlike anything she had ever experienced. He filled her, and she wanted to weep with the completeness of it. "Ohh, yes!" she said, and then she gasped as a sharp pain knifed through her. "Ohhh!"
"Your virginity is gone, my princess, and now the pleasure begins in earnest," he told her. He began to thrust and withdraw. Thrust and withdraw, until Zuleika's head was spinning, and every inch of her young body both ached and resounded with the pleasure he was offering. It seemed impossible that he could go deeper, and yet with each thrust he seemed to plunge himself in further and further until she thought he would touch her racing heart. "Do you like it?" he murmured in her ear, kissing it.
"Yes! Oh, yes, my lord Amir! I like it very much!" she told him, and then remembering the lessons she had been taught she decided she would offer him a bit of enjoyment too. Forcing her own pleasure back she concentrated, and then she began to squeeze the great lance that drove itself within her.
The khan groaned, but his eyes lit with appreciation at her efforts.
They labored together for some minutes, and then Zuleika began to lose control of herself. Her heart was beating too rapidly. She could no longer focus, nor could she barely breathe. She cried out as a wave of intense enjoyment washed over her. She clung to the khan with all her strength, her nails raking down his long back. He laughed, and then he groaned, crying out as he exploded his juices into her body. He collapsed upon her, and they lay, limbs entwined, for some long minutes. Finally he rolled off her, placing a kiss upon her lips as he did so, and brushing an errant strand of hair from her pale forehead.
Zuleika blushed as he washed her free of their passion.
"Sabola must have his turn, my princess," he told her softly.
"I am ready," she said as softly.
"May I take her other virginity, my lord Amir?" the general asked. "I hesitate to go where my lord has already been, for the princess will soon be your wife, and my sultana."
"Yours is a thick tent peg, Sabola," the khan replied. "We must prepare my princess for your entry first." He looked down at Zuleika. "Do you know of what we speak?"
She nodded. "We have been taught to accept a lover in that manner, my lord, using the dildo."
"Good! We shall begin that way while you make Sabola ready," Amir Khan told her. He then accepted from the bedside basket a long, smooth ivory dildo. He dipped it into a wide-mouthed vial of thick oil that Bahira held up for him. "Take the proper position, Zuleika," he told her.
She knelt, her buttocks raised, directly over the general's groin area, taking his flaccid manhood into her mouth as she bent her head. She began to suckle upon him as the khan inserted the dildo carefully into her bottom. He was gentle, and painstakingly careful. He moved the dildo warily forward, then drew it back, working it guardedly until the entire length of ivory was sheathed within her. Sabola groaned as Zuleika's skillful lips and tongue aroused his lance to stand hard.
"Enough!" his rough voice finally growled.
She raised herself just enough so he might move from beneath her. Zuleika then again assumed the submissive position that was expected of her. Behind her, he moved the dildo back and forth, and then she realized that he had replaced it with his own manhood. Carefully, he pushed inside her as Zuleika arched her back and raised her buttocks high to accommodate him better. He was very big, but he was gentle, she had to admit, his big hands tightly grasping her hips. Back and forth. Back and forth. She felt her rear channel widening to accommodate him even better. He groaned suddenly and his lust exploded inside her, "You have the ass worthy of a God," he told her as he finally and reluctantly withdrew.
She was pulled again onto her back, and before she might say anything else the khan was filling her with his hot and eager love rod. "Did you enjoy him?" Amir Khan snarled in her ear. "Did you like it when he shoved himself into your beautiful little ass, my princess?" He thrust hard, and she cried out.
"'Tis your custom to share!" she replied.
"You enjoyed it," he accused her.
"It had a certain piquancy about it," she admitted. "Are you jealous, my lord? Then do not offer to share my favors with your friends again. I was trained that the sharing of one's body with another is to be enjoyed. If you make me your wife, and ask it of me, I shall never allow another to have me. But you must ask!"
He drove deeper and deeper into her soft flesh as if he were trying to punish her. "I will kill you!" he threatened.
"Then you will not have Dariyabar!" she taunted him, and the muscles of her love sheath tightened about him hard as she leaned forward and sank her teeth into his shoulder.
"Ohh, bitch!" he cried, and his hot juices once more flooded her interior.
"You will love me, Amir Khan, and I will love you," she told him, her tongue now soothing the shoulder she had bitten.
"The lion of Khanistan has found his lioness," Sabola said. "Marry her quickly, Amir. She is perfect for you, and her belly must be filled with your sons as soon as possible if you are to hold Dariyabar," the general chuckled. "Now, I would take my beautiful Bahira and seek my own tent, my brother. With your permission, we withdraw."
"Go! Go!" the khan said impatiently, and he turned back to Zuleika when they were gone, and said, "You are mine, and mine alone, my princess. Do you understand what that means?"
She laughed. "I understand, my lord, but I will admit the evening was a stimulating one. Will you not agree?"
"The Gods! How well Sabola knows me. I have not been able to erase you from my mind since we met last night, Zuleika. Had he filled your love sheath with his manhood, I do not think I could have ever forced that picture from my mind. My length is the only one that shall ever fill you, my princess."
"I am content with that, my lord," she told him. "I hope that Sabola will be as generous to Bahira."
"I suspect that your Bahira will have my general fully compliant to her will by the dawn, my darling," the khan laughed.
Zuleika nodded with a smile. "My cousin, Haroun, thought her a meek little ewe sheep to be managed and directed. Now, my lord, tell me how we are to take the city?"
"Wait until tomorrow when Rafa arrives with genie and his bowl," he said. "I think your Kansbar will want a say in our plans."
"You must treat him with respect," Zuleika advised. "He is a very old genie, and sometimes apt to be impatient. When you want to dump his bowl of water into the sea you must recall his power."
"I have never met a genie before," the khan said with a smile.
But when Rafa arrived the following day from the city she brought bad news. The sultan had taken ill in the night. It was not likely that he would recover. "What will become of us among the barbarians!" she wailed piteously. "The gods curse the evil Haroun!"
"Get the bowl!" Zuleika said. "We must consult with Kansbar."
A look of horror suffused Rafa's face. "Oh, the gods! I have forgotten the bowl! Ohh, my princess, you must forgive me!" She threw herself at the princess's feet. "I was about to fetch the bowl and pack it among your possessions when the vizier and his wife arrived with the lady Bahira's things. Both of them were weeping, and it took me forever to get rid of them. I was distracted. I forgot."