"But her passion is for Dariyabar, my lord. It will never be as great for you as it is for Dariyabar," Golnar murmured, and then she turned so she might brush his lips with her own. "If you were my lord and master, I should think of none other but you." Her pointed little pink tongue flicked out, and around the shape of his mouth. "If I were yours, my lord, you would be my very reason for existence."
Her perfume was lush and heavy. Her words were tempting in their meaning. He realized in that moment what a truly dangerous woman Golnar was. Any small guilt that had niggled at the back of his mind was now dispelled. He would enjoy taking her, then allowing Sabola and their men to have their pleasure of her. He put an arm about her supple waist, and pulled her close. "I will be sultan when Ibrahim dies," he said. "He has already told me that whatever I desire in Dariyabar is mine, Golnar. I need not even ask. My wife is passionate, and a most satisfying lover; but a man of my stature craves variety. I think that your prince will not return, Golnar."
"I believe, my lord, that you are correct," Golnar answered him. Her heavy, thick gold eyelashes brushed her cheek, feigning modesty. "Do you think you might crave me, my lord?" she murmured softly.
In reply he stood up, and his hands fastening about her waist, he lifted her so that she was standing upon the marble bench. "Remove your garment, Golnar."
For a moment she looked at him, surprised.
"Obedience is the first trait I look for in a lover," he told her. "When I command you, you will obey."
"Yes, my lord," Golnar replied, and loosening the ties on her garment she let it drop.
He walked slowly about the bench, observing her carefully. She was small, and well-rounded, but exquisitely well proportioned. "Put your hands beneath your breasts, and display them to me," he said.
Immediately she obeyed, slipping her hands beneath her full bosom and lifting her breasts for his viewing. Haroun had never treated her like this, she thought, excited. Haroun had been soft. This man was a dominant conqueror.
Reaching out, he pinched a nipple hard, and she squealed. He smiled, almost cruelly. "Remove your hands from your breasts. Use them to draw your nether lips apart, Golnar, that I may view your hidden assets," he ordered her.
She was again shocked, but quickly complied, catching her breath sharply as a single finger reached out, first to touch her love bud, and then begin to rub it assertively. Her eyes glazed as the pad of his finger began to obtain the desired effect. "Oh, my lord," she gasped, "how good it is. Yes! Ohh, yes!"
Now the khan pushed his fingers between her nether lips, and thrust three of the digits deep into her love sheath, moving them swiftly back and forth until Golnar's legs began to shake. Immediately he withdrew the fingers, licking them slowly and deliberately until no trace of her juices were left. "You will receive me tonight," he told her, and then turning abruptly, he left her.
Golnar fell to her knees upon the hard marble bench. She would be bruised, she knew, but she could not have dismounted the bench if she had tried. Never in all of her life had a man been so assertive with her. Men had lusted after her from the time she grew breasts. Her father's first wife feared that her sons would commit incest with their half-sister, so beautiful was Golnar. Men had always wanted her. Her beauty had ruled them, but not this man. This was a man who took what he wanted, and be wanted her. She would conceive his child this very night, and one day rule Dariyabar through her son.
Golnar called for her women. She must be prepared, and perfect for the khan when he came to her bed this night. She laughed aloud to think of the proud princess of Dariyabar who would one day have to give way to Golnar's son, the heir to the kingdom of Dariyabar. Then Golnar thought of her mother, Keket, and how angry she would be to learn that her daughter had betrayed her. But she would tell her mother that it would be better to destroy Dariyabar through Golnar's son. Certainly her mother could relish the thought of her grandson working to ruin the kingdom founded by the evil genie, and Prince Sinbad. And perhaps before that happened, her mother would die. Genies and fairies did not live forever, although mortals believed that they did.
Golnar's women came, and she excitedly told them that the khan would come to her bed this night. She must be perfectly prepared. They immediately set to work to make her even more beautiful than she already was. She was bathed. All superfluous hair was removed from her body. Her toenails and her fingernails were pared, and filed smooth. She was massaged with thick scented cream so that her lush body was soft and perfumed. Her love sheath was readied, an elderly woman flushing it out with perfumed water, and massaging her genitals and vulva with sweet oil. Her long hair was washed, and brushed dry, and then rubbed with silk until it took on the shine and texture of the material. Her teeth were cleaned, and her breath made sweet. She ate nothing lest she stink from her food, drinking but sips of iced water.
And then a servant came to say that the lady Golnar was to be conveyed to another apartment where she would await her lord and master. Her servants were overcome with excitement. Golnar herself was almost weak with the anticipation. She was tempted to tell her mother, calling her forth from the flask, but she refrained. She would tell her afterwards that she had stolen the khan from his wife. She climbed into the litter that had been sent for her, and allowed herself to be conveyed to her destiny, smiling benignly at her women as she was taken away.
The chamber to which she was brought was large and square. It had pale pink marble walls and a colonnade of delicate carved columns that rose to a balcony enclosing the entire room. The top of each pillar was gilded where a sheaf of feathers had been carved. There was but one piece of furniture in the room. Set in its center was a cream-colored marble dais upon which rested a great square bed, with neither a head nor a foot. It was covered in black silk.
"You are to give me your robe, lady, and await your master there," the servant said, pointing.
At first she was loath to disrobe before a male servant who was not a eunuch, but then she remembered that the khan demanded immediate obedience to his will. This was his order, and she would not question it. She removed her single gauze garment, and handed it to the man. He bowed without looking at her, and departed the room. Golnar set about arranging herself in the most pleasing position that she could imagine, for first impressions were very important. She did not have long to wait. He entered almost immediately. He was naked, and he was magnificent.
He gazed at her, a slightly amused smile upon his lips, and then he said in a hard voice, "Prepare my cock for its entry, Golnar."
She arose from the bed in a graceful fashion, and knelt before him to take his manhood into her mouth. She began to suckle upon him. When he was finally hard she licked his great length, and her facile little tongue encircled the head of his lance, staring into its single eye. "You are ready, my lord," she finally said. She could hardly wait to have him pierce her and fill her sheath. She arose, and then fell back upon the bed, her legs spread wide for him.
Again the tiny amused smile touched his lips, but did she detect scorn? No! That was impossible. He covered her dainty body with his own big one, and began to ream her fiercely. She had expected a little more delicacy, but then he was a barbarian, and he was having a quite marvelous effect upon her. "The Gods! The Gods!" she half-screamed as the first wave of pleasure began to overcome her. And then suddenly her mouth was filled with another cock. She gulped, and gasped.
"Do not bite him, or I shall flay the skin from your pretty bones, Golnar," the khan warned her. "We barbarians enjoy sharing our women, as I know you have been told. Now suckle General Sabola as nicely as you did me, and he will fuck you as well. I could see that you were a woman who could use more than one sturdy cock, and tonight, my pet, you shall have a full hundred or more cocks fill this hot little maw of yours before the dawn tints the eastern skies."