Date: Sun, 19 Mar 2017 16:37:25 +0000
From: aimee fowler <docaimee@hotmail.com>
Subject: Once upon a harem chapter 3: Harem Openings

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Harem Openings - Chapter 3

Chapter One - Prince Mikal comes of age, takes a woman to prove his manhood
to prove his right to be the heir to the throne and buys the beginnings of
a Harem.  Chapter Two - The Prince opens his slave boy and starts to move
his harem into his own space.  He get gets to enjoy one of his ladies,
finally.



              When I made the deal to rent my own house while I was doing
my experience placement I decided I couldn't wait any longer for the rest
of my ladies.  I would have to send the wagon back for them and it was the
only place I could keep my Mia.  In the past weeks we had spent nearly
every evening I wasn't at some official banquet or supper with her.  We had
screwed in every possible way.  She wasn't nearly as good at anal as Mirka.
Maybe I had been too hard on Nugget, my non-eunuch body slave.  Apparently
Mirka had a peculiar ability to take an ass pounding.  Mia tried her best
and she never complained but butt stuff just wasn't her cup of tea.

               That was OK with me.  I could do it whenever I wanted to but
there was no reason to fuck a less skilled anus and not give much pleasure
when I had a very willing and eager asshole close at hand.  I took to
nicknaming them cunt and rosebud.  When it came time to send the wagon back
for the rest of my ladies I just couldn't be parted from them.  I'd have to
send Mirka along, as he would be the only one able to serve Mia on the
journey.  So late one night I snuck Mia into my bed chamber in the castle.

               She was dressed in appropriate clothes for a noble lady out
of the harem, draped in folds of cloth that covered everything but her
eyes.  She was really sexy that way, especially knowing the body that lay
beneath all that fabric.  Mirka scouted ahead for us, to be sure we
wouldn't be spotted by someone unexpectedly entering the hallway.  Mia and
I ran stealthily from hiding place to hiding place, trying not to giggle at
the excitement.

               We made it, or at least we thought we did.  One could never
be sure there was no one watching in a palace of this size.  When we
reached my chambers we all flopped on the bed together, laughing and
hushing each other.  It wasn't until a bit later I realized that I was in
bed between my harem girl and my body slave.  It really wasn't proper, and
Mia would have to stay in the chambers until we could sneak her out again
to the harem.

               I also noticed it was giving me a huge hard-on.  Mirka
noticed it too.  He was nuzzling and snuggling closer, trying to give it as
much of a rub as he could while being discrete.  He wasn't very and Mia saw
what was going on and inhaled a breath as she realized this was a very much
borderline situation.  It was quite acceptable for me to fuck either of
them, I was the master of the house, chamber in this case, but it was quite
another for me to allow them to participate together.

               I hesitated long and tried to step back and think, but Mirka
wasn't thinking, he was openly stroking me through my clothes and Mia was
watching both the stroking and my face for a sign of what she should do.  I
noticed she was absently rubbing her hip in time.  So she was also turned
on, and I was so fucking horny, from the situation and the adventure before
it.  I dropped my head back and sighed.  Failing in self-control I took
both of their chins to force them to look at me.

               "If we do this, no one else can ever know.  Even the rest of
the harem can never know."

               "Mirka will not speak, Master, Mirka just wants to make
master feel good."

               "It is quite common for a master to be serviced by two or
more harem girls at one time, master.  This is much the same thing to me."
Then she remembered the original question.  "I will not speak of it,
Master."

               "And you two will not touch each other."  I commanded, "You
are for my pleasure, and not for the likes of each other, is that
understood?"

               "Mirka has eyes for none other than the Master."  I looked
to Mia.  She understood that it was more than that.  If I found them
pleasuring each other I would have the right to kill either or both of them
and I would be forced to send Mia, at least, to the slaves market, to keep
the honor of my harem intact.

               "Master, I will not, in any way engage in sex of any type
with Mirka.  Especially while we are here together, we shall be very proper
in every way.  In fact, I suggest that unless you are present neither Mirka
nor I be unclothed in the presence of the other."  That was a very good
idea.  The enormity of what I had done by bringing Mia into my chambers was
beginning to hit me.  This may not have been a good idea.

               "And you will have to always be very quiet, Mia.  No one can
hear you, especially cries of pleasure."

               "Yes, My Master, I will obey."

               "OK."  I thought for a bit.  "Mirka?"

               "Master?"  His voice was a bit dreamy, concentrating on
stroking.

               "I know you have been unhappy with the changes in my life."

               "Master, Mirka would never..."

               "Shut up."  I ordered.  "You know that you have not been
behaving perfectly.  Attend to me now."  I waited until he was paying
strict attention.  "If you do anything to make this situation worse, I will
have no choice to but to send Mia to the slavers and I will
have. To. Kill. You."  His eyes grew big as he understood the seriousness
of the situation for the first time.  "If you shame me, you shame my Royal
House, and the King himself.  I will have no choice but to kill you myself,
if you bring this into the open in any way.  Do you understand?"

              Mirka carefully disentangled himself from me and kneeling on
both knees he put his head to the bed in a profound bow, one of a slave to
a king.  It was the very first time he had done that to me.

               "This lowly one will not shame his Master.  This one swears
it, upon this one's life."

               "This jealousy ends now, do you hear?  From this day forth
you will do whatever you can to make my life better, and that includes
helping me with Nugget and the ladies, not making snarky comments or
interrupting, do you understand?"

               "This one does, Your Majesty."  It wasn't quite correct to
call me that yet, but it did convey the depth of his understanding.  I
looked over to Mia.  She was not kneeling, but she was serious and
understood the gravity of the situation.

               I leaned back and sighed.  "Maybe I should..."  I never got
finished because Mia leaned forward to kiss me as Mirka, at the same
unscripted instant attacked my cock again.  He freed it from my clothes and
inhaled it like it was a candy.  Mia was a bit more subtle.  She rubbed her
body against my arm and rocked up beside me.  She began unbuttoning my
tunic and sliding her hands under every piece that was freed.

               I sat up and she pulled my undershirt over my head and
laying me down again she licked my nipples.  I had grown very fond of her,
but no one had ever done that to me.  I had never thought of it.  With the
enthusiastic cock-sucking going on at the far end my body was being
stimulated in so many different ways I thought I might go crazy.  Mia
shimmied out of her clothes and rubbed her breasts over my chest, I had
learned I love the feel of her soft mounds pressing and compressing into
and around my own anatomy.

               Mirka seemed to notice what had been happening up top and he
tugged on my pants.  I lifted my hips so he could slide them off.  My cock
was pushed down between my legs almost uncomfortably and then it sprang
back and slapped against my belly.  Mirka finished de-clothing me and
returned to the point of the matter.  He slid his face up my leg and over
my balls and up to the end of the cock.  Then he began sucking and bouncing
his head to the point I worried he might give himself whiplash.  There
wasn't a lot of technique about it, just hardcore, enthusiastic
cock-sucking.

               Mia pushed him off and told him to get undressed.  She took
his place, deep throating me in an instant and twisting her head and body
so my cock twisted in her throat.  When Mirka was undressed she told him to
get on his knees.  "Fuck, him Master, I want to watch you ram your cock in
his boy anus."  Mia was the master at dirty talk, I was so turned on I
leapt to my knees and behind Mirka.  I lined up and then thrust.  Mirka had
taken the time while undressing to oil himself up a bit and I slid easily
into his anal tunnel.  I started ramming thrusts home when I felt something
strange.  I looked down and saw Mia, on her back, sliding between my legs,
her face just inches from my ass-destroying cock.

               I had a moment of concern before I saw her take one of
Mirka's hands and guide it to his little cocklet.  He held it up and away
from any danger of touching her face and I treated Mia to a bravura
demonstration of what ass fucking can be like.  I pounded Mirka as hard as
I could, and he took it all, groaning and calling "Oh, Master."  Then Mia
slid back out, I continued my pounding, then my sight was blocked by a
pussy in my face.  I slid my tongue into her folds and slammed my cock into
his hole.  It wasn't long at all before I knew I would be coming soon.  Mia
grabbed my face and crushed it into her pussy and I spewed long and hard
into Mirka.  I grunted and fell forward, losing my balance and falling into
Mia.  She tried to step back and tripped over Mirka, who was just starting
to lay forward on his stomach in repletion.  We all fell in one tangle of
arms, limbs, cocks, boobs and one pussy.

               We lay there, all in a pile, then began trying to untangle
ourselves.  Mia and Mirka would help each other, holding hands to pull one
up, but being careful to avoid each other's erotic bits.  I nodded to
myself.  This could be fun, I suppose, as long as we don't get caught.


               My placement was as Lord Judge for the Duchy of Huoerse.
The old judge had died about two years ago and the old Duke had just done
the job himself rather than trying to find someone new.  It had not gone
well, in fact, there was crime and bribery everywhere.  I got to see how
justice was created, and how much of justice was beyond laws.  I had to
send my soldiers into one tavern to end one gang that had been extorting so
much from the people they were starving.  Everyone was too scared to say
anything official so I sent my troops and cleared them out in one long
night of running fights in the streets.  Gangs can be dangerous, but not to
armed and trained troops when the troops are on a mission.

               The Old Duke had let much else decay as well.  My
supervisor, the new Duke had many things to do and fix and Father had
decided with the Duke that importing someone from the outside, who has the
rank to do things that no local judge could, would allow the Duke to
concentrate of fixing all the other problem areas as well as learn who his
people were, and more importantly who he could trust.  In two or three
years he would choose another Lord Judge and I would go on to other duties.

               It was interesting work, difficult too.  It was often the
case that simply knowing who was lying didn't do much to help the cause of
justice.  I was also spending a lot of time conferring with the Duke about
how he wanted things done.  There was a staff of skilled lawmasters to
assist and advise me but I learned that making decisions was both very hard
and very rewarding.  I know I made some mistakes, but I was learning too.
This really was a good opportunity for me to learn skills that would help
me in later years, and it helped the Duke now.  I took note for later, I
need to find answers that solve more than one problem, if I can.

               Days were spent deep in the problems of the law, evenings
were spent mostly with the Duke and his court.  The Duke was a skilled
soldier and who told good stories, ones that usually had a point for the
listener to learn from.  The one thing I was not used to was women in the
great hall.  I knew that the women of my father's harem were not immured
forever in their four walls.  For social occasions they would come out.
Garbed in raiment as glorious as the purse of the master could afford, they
would sit at table, daintily nibbling sweets under their veils.
Occasionally asking a question or commenting, but not usually dominating a
conversation.  I hadn't been considered old enough for events like these
before my trials and so they were new to me.

               What was also new was fathers bringing their daughters to me
to be introduced and then the father inevitably seeing "Old Joss" over
there whom he just had to talk to.  The line was almost always exactly the
same, "Your Majesty, would you, of your graciousness, escort my daughter
for a moment?  I have to speak to Old Joss over there."  We would be left
with a space about us just big enough that what we talked of couldn't be
heard over the hubbub of the rest of the gathering.

              The young lady would either immediately complement me on my
clothes, or my sword, or my good looks, or be so shy she couldn't say
anything at all and unless I began the conversation we would just stand
there in awkward silence.  I was being courted, almost every noble of the
court had a daughter, niece or granddaughter who was "Just the right age,
and a great beauty."  Of course I had to take their word for it, I never
saw more than a pair of eyes, eager, timid, calculating or afraid, it was
amazing how many different emotions I could feel from just pairs of eyes.

               Zeraph was my godsend during those soirees.  He counselled
me that none of the families here were of sufficient rank that their
daughters, nieces or granddaughters would be suitable as a first wife, and
until that was settled, seconds or thirds were pretty far away.

"Still, My Prince, if there are any of the young ladies who strikes your
fancy let me know.  Perhaps, when it is time for that second or third they
will still be available."  I nodded, trying to think of how I would
remember any one from all the others.  "If, though, you find one
particularly appealing, it might be possible to arrange an assignation, you
understand."  If the Lord was high enough ranked, and it didn't get much
higher than I, fathers might well send their daughters to me on the gamble
that the higher match possibility would outweigh the lower status husband
she would have to be wed to if the gamble didn't pay off.  Even if the
daughter was a bit soiled, many merchanters, desiring a connection to a
Noble house, would overlook a lack of virginity, if things had been kept
discreet enough.

It was a dangerous game for the high noble, though.  If the girl got with
child he would have to marry her, even if she was not suitable in rank, or
seriously offend the girl's family, and the power blocks behind those
families.  In fact, many of the fathers attempted to arrange those trysts
at the times the girl was most likely to conceive.  It was one of the
reasons to have concubines that were low rank enough to travel with, to
help avoid such traps.  With both Mia and Mirka in my bed each night I
found it not too much trouble to resist, besides, the rest of my lovelies
should be arriving any day now.


When I got word the rest of my household was nearing the city I couldn't
resist riding out to meet them.  When I met the column I was a bit
disoriented.  They were escorted by half of my troop of soldiers, with a
solid officer.  There were the two eunuchs who were the interface between
the harem and the world, two extra wagons of supplies and the harem wagon.
There wasn't really much to talk about, once I had discussed the road and
the weather with the officer I just rode along, beside the wagon.  There
wasn't even a way to talk to my ladies.  Huoerse was just back from the
edge of a high plateau.  It was a long hard climb for the horses and it was
traditional to stop for a break after reaching the top, even though the
city was in sight by then.

During the break I decided to at least greet my incoming ladies.  I got the
key from the senior eunuch and, after being sure everyone was decent
inside, opened the door and climbed in. I locked the door and then turned
to be met by six eyes, watching me warily.  Two each of blue, brown and
black met mine and there were three different responses.  Little Elie was
nervous and frightened.  Dark Zuri was non-confrontationally examining but
black haired Molly, was it?  She had a sullen suspicious light in her brown
eyes.

I froze, I wasn;t sure...  What should I say?

"uhh," I started suavely, "Did you have a pleasant trip?"  A long silence
greeted my inanity.

"Y.Yes, Master..."  Elie responded eventually.  We have been made very
comfortable."

"Good...good."  I fumbled on.  That was when I committed the greatest deed
of cowardice in my life.  I fled from three girls, the oldest maybe
seventeen and all of them my legal property.

"Well, we'll be arriving in Huoerse in a few hours, by nightfall you'll be
in better quarters."  I pretended to examine the wagon interior critically
for a moment.  "I'll see you all then."  And I turned and fled.

When I was first shown the manor I was renting I thought there was one part
I would have no need of.  The owner had insisted Mirka and Zeraph leave the
room, grinned and showed me a hidden door.  It led only to a staircase and
from there to a small room with no windows but three narrow but wide
openings.  When I lay on the small couch he had placed there I could see
right through those little slits into the harem.

"This is of course why I had the door hidden."  He said.  "And I must
insist you keep it secret, known only to yourself.  Only the Master can
behold the harem, of course."  I had grinned at his obvious pleasure but
secretly wondered what kind of man would choose to watch what he could go
down and take.

Now, the very first night I had an actual harem I found myself perched
above them.  I was wondering what they would say about me, and my visit.
Had I lost respect in their eyes?  But there was no talk of anything like
that.  The girls were catching Mia up on what had happened back in the
capital harem and Mia had told of staying in this huge harem quarters
alone, but also she gave a good report of our times together.  I felt
analysed and dissected as clinically as a scholar studying a bug.  The size
of my cock, the number of times we came in a night, on and on.  It was
actually fairly flattering except the part about my cluelessly missing her
hints about eating her pussy.  Eat her pussy?  What could that mean?

After about half a glass I tired of watching and went down to join them.  I
had ordered supper brought for all my ladies and I.  I was dressed in the
tunic Mia had suggested and was freshly bathed and shaved, not that there
was much to shave, yet, of course.

When I entered with the eunuchs bringing in the carried trolly with the
food, placing it beside the door and leaving wordlessly.  The girls were
obviously used to this because they carried it the rest of the way and set
out the table.  Mia was obviously catching the current of unease in the
room.

"In the Royal harem, Master, there are servant girls, even older ladies,
who are not of the harem but serve in the harem.  They clean and serve and
even do the laundry, right in the harem.  But here there are not enough of
us so we can do it ourselves easily enough."  That made sense, I supposed.
I had never wondered about how the clothes get cleaned.  I had never really
wondered how my own clothes git cleaned.  I put them, well, Mirka put them
in the basket and a basket arrived was morning with cleaned clothes and the
old ones disappeared.

I sat at the head of the table and we ate in silence.  Even Mia seemed
effected by the atmosphere.  Mia was looking around, I think, wondering
what was causing the awkwardness.  Elie was trying hard to be invisible.  I
think she expected to be raped the instant I arrived in the harem and for
the raping go on for the entirety of her life.  Zuri, I think was on the
edge of amusement, the situation was pretty absurd.  Molly on the other
hand was pissing me off.  She was smirking and obviously enjoying all our
discomfort.

I thought about just taking Mia back to my chamber.  There were two
entrances to the harem.  The main entrance was guarded by at least one of
my two eunuchs at all times.  The other was through my chamber.  I could
come next door and be with my ladies, but it was looking less and less like
they were my ladies.  I was losing them, without anything being said.

             "Wow, master, you are such a captivating conversationalist.
It makes my pussy all wet, just listening to you."  Molly sang in a fake
flattery tone.  I felt my face redden.  Elin cringed and Mia gasped but
Zuri coughed explosively to cover a laugh.

               I found myself pulling Molly out of her seat by her hair.  I
slapped her hard across the face.  She screamed and clawed at me.  I batted
her arms aside and slapped her again.  And again, and again.  She was
crying in pain now.  I let go of her hair and grabbed her frilly,
lacy... whatever... she was wearing and ripped it down the middle. In one
swift motion she was visible from chin to pubes.  I grabbed her by the
pussy, slapped her face again and slid the tattered ruin down her back.  It
fell to the floor and she was naked before me.  I squeezed one tit, hard,
making her cry out again.  My finger had unerringly found her cunt and I
forced my middle two fingers into her.  I used them as a hook to pull her
into me and kissed her, hard, on the mouth.  My left hand forced her face
into mine.

              I brutally yanked her head back and to the side.  I bit her
where the shoulder meets the neck.  I could taste her blood and it only got
me hornier.  I pulled out of her pussy and pulled my cock out of my pants.
I was hard and ready, beating her up always seemed to get me up for the
job.  I flung her over the table, exposing her from the behind.  I rammed
my cock into her ass with no warning or lube.  She screamed and thrashed
but I had my weight on her now.  I felt tearing as I passed her sphincter
like a battering ram.

              I pounded her, hard.  I was thrusting so hard I was moving
the heavy table an inch or two per thrust.  Molly was crying now, weeping
tears that flew off her face with each hammered blow to her asshole.  I
heard Elie crying in fear and Mia was holding her but Zuri was looking at
me, considering me as a man for the first time, I think.  I proceeded to
show her what sort of man I was.  I hammered away until I felt my nut
growing.  I was going to bust soon.

               I yanked out of Molly's ass, eliciting another cry of pain.
I pulled her off the table and held her up by the hair.  I turned her
around and thrust my blood and shit covered dick into her mouth.  Pushing
deep into her throat I skull fucked her until I added another fluid to the
mix.  I held her head so she couldn't pull back and launched my cum deep
into her throat.  She gagged and tried to puke but my cock had her throat
so full there was nowhere for it to go.  Her eyes grew wide as she began to
choke on cum and puke.

              When her struggles began to be desperate I pulled out.  She
fell to the floor, puking and crying and coughing on the puke she had
inhaled into her lungs.  I calmly picked up the remains of
her...whatever... and wiped my cock clean.  Then I looked at Zuri as I
spoke to all of the girls.

              "I am by nature a gentle man.  I want to be a lover and not a
rapist, but do not think that I will tolerate ridicule, rebellion,
dissension or disobedience in my house.  I am the master of this place, and
you are not."  I looked at all of them.  "You may choose to test me on
this.  I assure you, the results will be the same.  My cum, your body.  Any
pain or damage along the way is irrelevant.  I can buy any one of you every
day of every week and not notice the missing coin."

               I leaned over to the still sobbing Molly, my cock still
hanging out my pants.

               "Is your pussy wet now, bitch?"  I enquired sweetly.  She
tried to crawl away, still retching, coughing, gasping and crying.  I
grabbed her hair again.  "You have displeased me, fuckbitch, for that I
name you.  You are Fuckbitch from now until I choose to give you another
name.  That name will not be what you had before.  That girl is dead, and
Fuckbitch has risen from the ashes."  I lightly slapped her face until she
looked me in the eye.  "Whats your name?"

               "I'm sorry, Master, I'll be good."  I slapped her harder.

              "It's too late for sorry, Fuckbitch.  What is your name?"  I
asked her again.  She sobbed and it took her two tries to get it out.

               "Fuuc..."  I waited patiently for her to get it out.
"Fuuckbitch."  She finally capitulated.

               "And don't forget it."  I threw her aside with a flick of my
releasing hand and she fell back into a sobbing ball.  I stood up, pulled
my cock back in my pants, nodded to the others.

              "This applies to everyone, even when I am not here.  Her name
is Fuckbitch, for everyone.  Ladies, good night."  And walked serenely to
my chamber door.  As soon as I closed that door I yanked opened the other
and raced up the stairs.  The scene was still as I had left it.  They all
appeared stunned.  Mia released Elie who went to stand with Zuri, still
needing comfort.  Zuri, laid a hand on her shoulder and they watched as Mia
helped Fuckbitch to her feet.  She staggered towards the bath.  I heard
Elie say appealingly to Zuri, "Zu, what do we do?"

               "We obey and don't make him mad.  And hope that he is as he
said, a gentle man, when it is our turns.  But, young one, tonight was a
good night, I was worried but we do have a man, a man, strong, as men
should be."



               The next morning I got called out to an outlying town on an
emergency.  The local Baron had drowned in the river and the widow was
claiming that the eldest son had murdered him.  This was exactly the sort
of situation I had been brought in for.  The Duke didn't know any of the
people and didn't want to offend anyone unless he had to.  I would go,
judge the situation and, if it proved warranted, bring the son back for
trial.  As a mid-level noble he would have the right to a trial before the
Duke, but I could determine if there was cause to think he might be guilty
or if he was innocent and suffering slander.

              It would be at least several days before I could return.  I
decided to take Nugget this time.  It turned out that the mother and son
had been feuding for years, as the mother favoured a second brother over
him.  There were three witnesses to the drowning and they all reported that
the Baron had ignored warnings that the current was stronger than usual and
decided to swim across the river.  The mother had no evidence of a crime
just, "I know that Son of a Bitch was behind it, I know it."  The son had
been in his chambers at the time.  That was only witnessed by his body
slave so the testimony wasn't usable in court unless he had been properly
tortured first, but this was not a trial, just a determination if there was
reason to hold accuse a noble of a heinous crime.

              This was not the case here.  I was glad that my first
independent assignment had been a relatively easy one.  I declared the
death to be accidental, brought on by drink and a strong current.  The son
would inherit his father's lands and title...and harem, including his
mother.  I left that to him, very willing to leave that problem in his
hands.  I was about to set out, back to Huoerse when one of my troops rode
in on a lathered horse.

               "My Prince," he called.  It was the officer who had
commanded the escort that had brought my ladies to me.  He seemed upset.
"When I was sent with your wagons I was given a message for you.  It was in
a scroll case.  My servant put it in with my sack of empty scroll cases and
I forgot about it.  The fault is mine."  He bowed low, kissing the ground
in abject apology.  He rose and handed me the message across both palms.  I
took the message and looked at the seal.  It was my mother's, First lady of
the Harem of the King.

              I looked at the officer coldly.  Non delivery of a message
was a possibly death sentence crime in the army.  This had not been in
battle but it was a message from the Royal Family.  It was a straight up
insult that he had forgotten that he had a message with a Royal Seal.  He
was pale faced and breathing heavily.  He obviously understood the
magnitude of the blunder he had made.  I turned to the under officer who
had commanded my escort these last few days.

               "This horse has ridden far, and is tired.  Detach a man to
see to it that it is walked and watered and catch back up with us."

              The under officer was almost as pale faced as the man still
before me.

              "Yes, Sir."  He said nothing else.

             "There is evidence of a crime against Our Royal House.  Arrest
the suspect and transport it with us back to Hueorse.  Then it is to be
transported to the Capital to face trial and punishment before the Court of
the Army."  It was actually a lenient handling.  No one would protest if I
had just drawn my sword and ran the man through.  On a battlefield or
campaign situation I would have been required to by my duty.  And the Court
of the Army would at least only execute him quickly.  Seeing that the
offense had been in peace time and that it was from my mother, not the King
himself.  Meant that he probably would not be executed, it would be much
more likely he would be cashiered from the army, quite possibly flogged and
possibly sold into slavery and the sum sent to either me or my mother,
depending on who the Court decided was the most injured party.  To be
honest, all I cared about was that an officer so careless and thoughtless
to forget he hadn't delivered a Royal message never get a chance to forget
about his orders in a battle or forget about the feeding of his troops.

              "Yes, Sir!"  The under officer barked stiffly.  He nodded to
one of the men of my escort and the used-to-be-officer was led off.

              "Oh, Aga?" I added to the under officer.

               "Yes, My Prince?"

              "I understand that he was a superior officer to you.  As of
now he is no officer at all.  I say that under my own authority.  Do not
let his former rank excuse any safety or security."

              "No, Sir."  He promised.

              I forgot about the man and moved the cavalcade into motion.
Then I drew the scroll and unrolled it to read on the ride.

              "Dear Son," It began.

              "I know that your assuming manly duties means you have less
time to write but I have missed your letters.  Please let me know how you
are doing.

                I got to spend some time with your new ladies, while they
were here.  You certainly do have a taste for the eclectic, but I suppose
that is only to be expected in your first choices.  Mia is an interesting
young lady.  Possibly the perfect harem girl. She loves her body and sex,
and dressing prettily and spending hours on her hair.  If you take her
regularly she should be both happy and a good influence in your space.

Elie is young, she is possibly younger in mind than in body.  If you choose
to open her in the next while, be very gentle.  I suggest spending a goodly
amount of time with her before, talking, playing games, etc.  Perhaps
transitioning slowly into less and less clothing to help her become
accustomed to you.  She has never seen a man other than three or four
potential customers and eunuchs.  It might be a good idea to arrange her to
be absent when you take the others, at least at first.  If you could wait a
year before opening her, her body and mind will both have developed a bit
more.

Molly, your manhood trial girl, is surly and angry.  I spoke with her, as
did your father's manhood girl.  She did not seem to accept that her
virginity was a service to the country, proving as it did, your readiness.
Do not lose sleep over her attitude.  She is in the harem, your place of
peace and rest.  Do not let her affect the atmosphere of the harem.  If you
must be firm with her, do not hesitate.  One sulky girl, angry that she was
chosen for a life of ease and luxury at the cost of one painful moment,
does not matter.  I suggest you not use sex as a weapon.  Beat her with
your belt or hand, but it will help in the long term if you do not take her
harshly again.  It is possible you might master her in that way but it is
more likely she will never see sex as something other than pain or
punishment, and that would more than likely mean taking her by force the
rest of your lives.  That is, of course, your right as the master, if you
choose.  Women are, for the most part, willing, after a time of resistance,
to make the best of their situations and be pleasant, and that can lead to
genuine affection.

I know it is difficult for a young man with a young man's urges but try to
think about the rest of your life in dealing with your ladies.  Elie is
another example of thinking further ahead.  You do have the rest of your
life to enjoy them, after all.

Zuri is an interesting choice, my son.  You may have been more entranced by
her exotic beauty than would have been best.  She truly is a warrior.  She
took the handle off a mop and was waving it around the garden in practice.
She truly was an entertainment for the rest of us.  We took the time to get
to know her a bit and she is also intelligent but has no clue what it means
to be a woman.  She has accepted in her mind that her warrior days are over
but the heart changes less quickly.

My suggestion with her it to allow her to remain unique.  Let her choose
her own dress, for example.  If she chooses to continue her weapon
practice, you will have to make a decision.  There is a danger that she
will choose to attack you at a time when you are unguarded and vulnerable.
The harem is supposed to be a place where you can lay dangers aside and
rest.  There is also the danger of her using her martial prowess to bully
the other ladies.  She has no conception of rank or station in life and she
could possibly try to bully or attack your true wives rather than accept a
subordinate status.

Yet, if you feel you can trust her to not do those things I think the
practice might be good for her mental health.  It is a touchstone to who
she is, and it might well help her accept the new things and the new
station she has found herself in better than if you attempt to change her
utterly into some version of the women you are more familiar with.  Also,
she truly does miss the open forests of her land.  Huoerse does have some
wooded areas, does it not?  A trip to the forest as a reward for good
behaviour may be an effective gambit.

I, of course, have no right and no way of determining if you do follow any
of these suggestions.  You will have your own ideas and you will do what
you choose.  This is one area where you alone will decide what happens.

Women, especially young women can be a trial, no doubt.  But, My Son, if
you do remember that your women have feelings and emotions and if you tend
to your garden carefully and with true concern for the good of the plants,
I believe you will find they will open their flowers to you and your space
can be your refuge of peace and care and joy.  And they will also bear you
many strong sons and beautiful daughters.

When you return to the Capital we will meet again after these many years.
I pray all the gods' blessings on you and your life.  Mom"

It felt so good to hear from her again.  I could hear her tone in her words
and I missed her.  It was just like her to be so forthright and open about
what would happen in my harem and express it with the utmost of delicacy.

            "If only I had had this missive before I went and did almost
everything wrong."  Could things have worked out to possibly be worse than
the way I had handled Fuckbitch and Elie?  And I couldn't change it now.
If I relented on the name it would indeed prove to her that I was a pussy
and only encourage her intransigence.

            But what she had to say about Zuri was worth thinking upon.
And Elie too, I supposed, although I seemed to have pretty thoroughly
frightened her on my last visit.  These ponderings took me most of the way
back home.

               It took a week to get things set up the way I wanted.  I
took the opportunity to explore this "pussy eating" thing Mia had been
talking about.  I also had another try with Nugget.  He had been scared but
he had also had time to think about the last time and to prepare earlier
that day.  I even saw Mirka helping him stretch his anus out before our
time.  It was still painful for him but much easier for both of us.

               I had decided that with the blow-up we'd had at the start of
our time, mother's advice wasn't the best way to deal with Elie.  Oh, sure,
I could wait, I had plenty of pussy, after all.  And it was fun to play
some of the child's games I had left behind.  It was more like being with a
daughter or younger sister.  But I decided that she had to learn that sex
wasn't so scary and that it could be fun.

               I called her over to where Mia and I were waiting in an
alcove.  She had run over easily enough but then came to a full stop when
she saw we were both naked.

               "Elie," I nodded casually.  "It's time for you to join in,
take off your clothes and come here."  She stiffened and tears began to
build in her eyes.

              "Now, Elie."  I commanded more firmly.  She breathed deeply
and her voice quavered but she answered, "Yes, Master."  I turned to nuzzle
Mia but in a way I could watch as she slowly and unwillingly disrobed.  Mia
whispered in my ear.  "Master, she is so young."  I could tell she was
trying to not be defiant or insubordinate but her concern touched me.

              "Trust me."  I whispered back.  When Elie was fully naked,
covering herself nervously, despite the fact that I had been swimming in
the pool with both of us naked just yesterday.  I had had to control
myself.  She had been enjoying herself, floating a little wooden boat up
and down the length of the pool.  I had been bathing in the other end but
by the time she had reached me I was just floating.  As she floated the
boat past me I turned my head and blew on the small sail.  It pushed the
small craft along and she laughed.  She tried to blow on the sail bit she
didn't have the power.  So I came alongside her and blew the boat all the
way down the length of the pool.  It wasn't very deep.  I could pull myself
forward with my hands and keep my mouth at good blowing angle.  Elie had
walked beside me, we occasionally bumped and brushed as we moved.

             When we had reached the other end I sat in the water up to my
neck and we had pushed the boat around.  Elie had splashed me at one point
and I grabbed her and threw her squealing into the water.  Then she had
charged back into the fight and I threw her again.  Sliding and grasping
that lithe tiny wet and slippery body had gotten me so hard I almost came
right there in the pool.  I had decided she could handle a bit of manliness
so I stood up, cock reaching out for her and ran my hands over my hair to
push out the water.  She had gotten a good hard, up close look at me before
I stepped out and wandered off.  I didn't want her to know I was so excited
so I went to my chambers and pounded Mirka's ass to get off.

               Today though, I had something else in mind.  "Elie, come
here." She dragged herself forward, reluctance in every motion.  I ignored
that, since she was obeying.  When she had climbed up on the mattress in
the alcove I handed her a tray with six jars.  I opened them to show her
what was in them.  Apple Jelly, Honey, Preserved peach slices in syrup,
grapes and wedges of lemon.  The biggest was a tankard of beer.  They all
had different shapes and lids so it should be easy to tell apart.

               "You have an important job, today."  I told her seriously.
I'm going to ask you for things and you have to give them to me as quickly
as you can.  Open the lid and hand it to me, then when I give it back, put
the lid back on.  Be sure to not spill anything.  Can you do that?"

              "Yes, Master." She responded with puzzlement.  This wasn't
what she had expected.  I turned to Mia.

              "Mia, lie down here, in the middle of the bed."  Mia
understood what was happening well enough, all right.

              "Yes, Master," she answered with a smile.  Without taking my
eyes from Mia I held my hand back towards Elie.

              "Jelly, please, Elie."  I commanded pleasantly.  She slipped
the right jar into my hand and I scooped out a finger full of it and
slathered it on Mia's nipple.  Then I bent over and licked and sucked it
all off.  I offered her my finger for cleaning and Mia obediently licked it
clean.

              "Honey."  I called.  The procedure was repeated.  That led to
a very fun couple of glasses, sliding peach slices over her arms and legs,
then following it with my tongue.  I slid a grape into her pussy lips.
Then I reached in with my tongue and retrieved it.  I almost lost the one I
slid right into her pussy, it took a bit of work and just a bit of panic to
get it out again.

After a bit Mia began to do the same to me.  She was more inventive than I,
I admit.  She squished jelly between my toes and then drove me crazy
ticklish as she tongued it back out.  The beer worked wonders for clearing
the taste buds when the sugar became too much.  We had to send Elie for
some more beer and Mia got her in the action a bit too.  They dipped my
fingers into the peach syrup and then one on each hand licked and sucked it
off.  Listening to Mia direct Elie and feeling both of them at the same
time drove me crazy!  I became glad that I had little hair on my body as of
yet, although more than I had had just a few months ago.  The jelly stuck
in it and it wasn't nearly as pleasant getting it out.  Mia had a full
thatch of pussy hair and soon it became thick and matted and when I tried
to take some hair in my mouth and suck the sticky stuff off it was more
like tugging on her hair than anything else.  In the end we had to just
leave that for later cleaning, probably with hot water.

Of course she did my cock and balls.  Honey was her favourite for that. She
licked and put her mouth over my cock to clean it up from the honey but
didn't truly suck me off.  She could see that I was getting so excited I
would explode soon and she had other plans for that too.  Mia had Elie help
her lay out the last of the peaches in a circle on my stomach.  Then she
laid down a line of jelly, honey and syrup.  She stuck the last of the
grapes onto the sticky liquids.  I had no idea where she was headed with
this but it had the feel of a big finish so I just watched her work.

When she was finished she moved to between my legs.  She started with her
tongue right at my anus and licked up, over the sensitive spot between my
asshole and balls, up the balls, stopping to suck each one into her mouth a
bit as she passed.  Then she ran her tongue right up the underside of my
rigid, straining cock, right to the pulsing purple head.  I expected her to
take me in her mouth but she wrapped her lips from the side around my cock,
tonguing the underside right at the head, right on the cleft.

I came, I exploded.  I gushed cum like I was a mountain stream of white cum
instead of white water.  It arched up and then fell down into the circle of
peaches she had set up.  Mia stroked me hard now, to keep the orgasm
rolling and the cum coming.  I felt like I came so much it would empty me
out inside and I would shrivel like an old grape.

When I had finally stopped spurting Mia licked one more time up the length
of my softening shaft and then, looking me in the eye dipped her tongue
down to dab at one of the pools of cum on my stomach.  She took a grape,
dipped it in cum like it was a baked treat and popped it into her mouth
eagerly.

"The salty cum is really a neat counter-point to the sweet sugar."  She
mixed the cum with the jelly, honey, and syrup and then licked it all up.
She took the peaches and scooped up the rest.  One of them she offered to
Elie.  I had forgotten about my ideas for Elie and what I was hoping this
afternoon would do, other than be a wonderfully decadent sexy time.  The
girl's eyes widened for just a bit.  She had seen Mia lick up all of the
rest of the Cum and enjoy it.  Then she leaned forward and tentatively
tried a bite.  Mia was having none of that and pushed the whole thing into
her mouth.  Elies lips closed around my Cum and I almost came again from
the thought that I would someday be putting a whole lot more cum in that
pretty mouth.

Elie chewed and swallowed and I almost cheered.  She sat for a bit and then
said, "It's like thick salty milk, isn't it?"

"Yeah." Mia agreed.  "Did you like it?"

"It was a different taste to add to the peach."  If that wasn't exactly
enthusiastic I would take it.  This had been what I had decided to do with
Elie.  It was too late to keep the sex from her, and besides, I didn't want
to hide in my own harem.  Instead of shielding her, show her, show her the
good stuff, the fun stuff.  All she had known up till then was stories and
pain.  Maybe if we showed her it could be pleasure too, she'd be a bit more
accepting when it was her turn.

Then we cleaned each other with the lemons.  Mia insisting Elie do her
share of cleaning me.  She had managed to stay mostly clean herself, except
her hands and knees where she had knelt in some left on the bedclothes.
Then we all went to the bath for a good soapy wash, and that was fun too.

The one that had taken so long to arrange was Zuri.  I had been preparing
and waiting for the right day.  When the day dawned bright and fair to be
hot decided I couldn't wait.  I put my plans into motion and then went and
called Zuri.  I had a set of clothes for her, made especially for the
occasion.  There was a small pair of panties, golden leather brown/yellow,
but made of a much softer cloth.  A tight fitting vest of a sturdier
version of the same cloth pushed her breasts up to make a very nice
cleavage but held them tight and secure. She was so hot I almost tore them
off and took her right there and then.  Over those went the unusual gauzy
fabrics that concealed everything but the grace of the movements inside.
The headscarf and veil completed the ensemble.

Everyone had stopped what they were doing and was watching the production.
Their interest perked when I ushered Zuri out the door into my chambers and
we disappeared.  I led her through the halls and out onto the expansive
garden lawns around the palace.  We went around a bend and found two
soldiers and my new company commander standing before a green archway of
leaves.

"Is everything in order, Commander?"

"Yes, My Prince, Everyone has been removed from the area.  It has been
swept by the company, the provisions are as directed and we will be at
every entrance until you return."

"Good, thank you, and thank your team for me."

"You're Welcome, Sir."

We entered into a park, walled on all sides by high hedges, meticulously
trimmed.  There was space for a goodly sized group but we had the place to
ourselves.  I turned to Zuri.

"You said you were a warrior before?  In the forest?"

"Yes, Master." Her tone was cautious, wondering where this was going.

"Well, we don't have any jungles here, this is about the best we can do.  I
want to see if you've been lying about what you can do."  I saw her spine
stiffen in outrage at the insult.

"Don't bristle at me.  Get those useless things off and catch me, if you
can."  I turned and ran into the hedge maze.  I heard her call something
that sounded much like a curse as she began to struggle with the confining
confections she had been wrapped in.  She had needed help to get into them,
so I was counting on them slowing her down enough for me to get lost in the
maze.

Huoerse didn't have much in the way of cultural artefacts.  Though it was a
bustling city and the center of a thriving Duchy it still had much of the
country in it.  The problem was that my mother had been wrong, there wasn't
any forest near the city.  The land was mostly flat fertile farmland,
packed with productive farms.  But there was The Maze.

The current Duke's grandfather had begun the maze.  He had had a mania for
the thing.  Going so far as to spend a significant amount of time
transplanting and trimming the hedges himself.  Those hedges had grown over
the years.  They had become one of the local nobles favourite play grounds.
Being sealed off as they were by more hedges it was a place where gentlemen
could bring their ladies to play.  They would hunt each other in the maze,
sit on blankets for picnics and have a wonderful time.  More than one kiss
had been stolen in hidden corners of the maze, and surely other gifts had
been bestowed as well.

I had seen the plan of the maze in the palace library so I understood the
logic.  That didn't mean I didn't get lost.  I just had an advantage on
someone like Zuri who had never seen anything like it before.  The hedges
were too dense, built up over two generations to be crossed, one had to
find their way around the paths.

After I was good and lost I slowed to a casual walk and just wandered
around.  I was moving casually but I was listening with everything I had.
It was a hot day and the bees were out.  Buzzing around the blossoms.  I
waited at one of the first choke points and set my ambush. It didn't take
long before I saw her jogging along, head swivelling as she scanned to both
sides.  She wasn't watching directly in front of her for an ambush and I
lunged out and caught her by surprise.  By as much luck as anything I
caught her arm with my initial lunge and I pushed her into the hedge wall.
I don't know what she was planning with her other hand but I caught it
swinging in on me and I leaned in and kissed her, full on the mouth.

It surprised her, but I felt her start to respond.  I pulled away
immediately.

"One for me," I said, "You'll have to do better than that.  Count to thirty
and we'll try again."

We spent several glasses hunting each other in the maze.  She found me
several times, I found her some too.  We were up to four to three for me.
The kisses each claimed as prizes were getting longer and the detaching was
less crisp every time.  The slight puffs of wind didn't reach into the maze
and I began to sweat. I was getting a bit thirsty and thinking of finding
my way to my surprise when I heard movement.  I lost it, heard it again and
moved forward slowly.

What I had heard was a rustle and shaking, like someone was testing the
walls of the maze for weak spots.  I crept to the corner and peeked around
it.  It wasn't a testing of the walls I had heard, it was a climbing.  Zuri
had climbed the hedge, who knows how, and was trying to get over it.  She
must have heard me, somehow.  The higher smaller branches wouldn't support
her weight she had been moving along, hoping for something sturdier.

We saw each other at the same time and startled each other.  I grabbed at
her leg and jerked, trying to pull her down, she went with it though and
turned the fall into a pounce.  Her foot hit me in the chest and knocked me
off my feet.  I landed on my butt and she fell on top of me.  She had
obviously been trying to land on her feet and made it, but she didn't land
on the ground.  She landed instead directly on my groin.  Pain lanced in
every direction and I curled up around my knot of agony.

Zuri had been turning to run off even as she landed.  She took two strides
before she realized what she'd landed on.  She turned and hurried back to
me.  Kneeling down and stroking my side.  Knowing there was nothing she
could do to make anything better.

"Aahm sorre'e, Masta."  She confessed.  Her accent had been thinning out
over the weeks of contagion with the rest of ours.  The distress had
brought it back again.  Things had been working out very well for her, she
had a comfortable life and the master, while young, seemed a good enough
man.  But any man could be enraged by a shot to the nuts.  I could see she
was worried I would be angry with her.  Both angry and horny, if I was too
sore to continue to the obvious end I had planned for this fun day I had
arranged.  Angry and horny masters, young angry horny masters were likely
to strike out, to become enraged.

I did feel some of that.  I knew that it was just an accident, not anyone's
fault.  I controlled myself and concentrated on breathing deep.  Slowly I
was able to stretch out, uncurling from the tight knot I had been in.  I
lay in the hot green scent, with my head in the lap of a concerned
seventeen year old warrior woman, carved out of black wood.  The thigh
under my ear was firm with long muscle and soft too.  It was a wonderful
pillow.  As my body started responding to my desires again I decided to
have the talk I had been planning for after the main event.

"Zuri, I know you have been practicing with weapons, or at least weapon
substitutes, in the harem."

"Yes, Master."  She admitted.  "I know I should not, it is not the way of a
wife."

"Yeah, it makes some problems for me."  I continued.  "First, an angry
woman with a weapon is not designed to make the harem a place of rest and
safety.  The safety part is supposed to mean that there are no enemies, but
in your case, you even make is physically unsafe."

"Yes, Master."  There was resignation in her eyes.

"My mother wrote to me.  She said that you were a challenge for any man to
handle."  I could see that she like that, she wanted to be considered of
substance.  "She also said to me that if I could trust you, it would be
better for me to let you continue to practice your weapons.  She said that
they are a part of you and if you had to give them up you would lose a part
of what makes you so special."  I paused and leaned up to look her in the
eye.  "Is that true, would you lose part of your soul if you gave up your
weapons?"

She seriously considered for a long time. "There are women warriors in my
tribe, but there are more that are just women, mothers and wives.  Even
those who chose the spear at first usually found some man they felt worthy
and gave over the spear.  There were very few women who lived a life of the
spear.  I had thought to be one, but that life is over now.  I have made
peace in my soul."

"OK, that's good, I'm glad you're adjusting to your new life.  But think
with me for a moment.  What does a mother bear do when her cubs are
threatened?'

"She tears the threat apart.  There is no fiercer protector."  I nodded.

"Help, me up."  I groaned as I sat.  She pulled me upright and I hobbled a
few steps.  Things were starting to settle a bit, although I was glad I had
thought this conversation through beforehand.  "Walk with me."  We ambled
along, me slowly getting more and more upright.  Moving was helping,
thinning the pain.  I went back to our discussion.  "The mother bear tears
the threat apart.  She is a protector."  I think she was starting to guess
where this was going but said nothing.  "You cannot be a warrior, one who
roams free, scouting and finding the enemy, sneaking in to attack from the
dark.  But you can be a protector.  A Guardian.  A mother bear, if that is
the way you want to think about it."  Still no response.  I took that as a
good sign and pressed on.

"When I was thinking about this I found that I liked the thought of an
unknown protector for my ladies.  An attacker would count my guards, he
would expect the eunuchs at the door, but a guardian inside?  Inside a
harem?  If I could find someone I could trust, someone with honor enough to
hold herself to the bargain yet woman enough to be one of my ladies."  I
waited this time, we walked for a long time, at least five minutes in
silence.  I thought I was remembering the pattern of the maze, so we should
get somewhere sooner or later.  After a long time Zuri looked over at me.

"You don't know what you ask, master."  She admitted.  "In the tribe a
woman who puts down the spear and takes it up again is the one without
honor.  She is the one who had been faithless.  She will be hunted down and
have her own spear run up through her..."  She balked at saying it but
indicated being impaled on her vagina.

"But you are not in the tribe.  You are not a tribal wife.  You never laid
down the spear by your choice, for that matter.  In this tribe, in your new
tribe, I decide what can and can't be done."

"Yes, Master, I know that, Master."

"I don't know your old tribes ways but I do know that every man and every
woman has to choose if they will walk the path the gods put before them.
Honor, I think, is not an action, decided before hand by someone else.  I
think honor is choosing how you will walk the path and then walking that
path with fidelity."  I had to explain to her what fidelity meant as she
had never heard that word before.

"Fidelity, I like this word."  She declared.  "I shall be fidelity to the
path I am walking."  I didn't demean her oath to herself by correcting
grammar.  Then she turned fully to me, bringing us to a stop.  "I decided,
the night that you asserted your authority over Fuckbitch, that you were a
man I could lay down the spear for.  You had been patient, so you were not
a man of rage, and yet you were also a man who would not let his honor be
shamed by someone unworthy.  I thought that would be enough, but now I say
that, I, Zuri, of the clans of the crystal water, shall be fidelity to the
path I am walking.  I shall lay down the spear of the warrior, no longer
crying for battle or the chase through the jungle.  I shall instead take up
the spear of a protector, as my man asks.  I shall protect his ladies and
his children.  And I shall be his woman in fidelity."

               I was choked, she had honored me so much in that one Oath,
for oath it was.  I had to respond in kind.  "I, Mikal, Prince of the Land
and heir to the throne, do swear to you, Zuri of the crystal waters that I
shall be your man in fidelity.  I shall feed, care for and protect you and
your children for all of your days."  I paused and the added, "And I shall
defend you against any try to say you have not honor because you take up
the spear of the protector."

               And that was that.  We had reached our agreement, and we
both understood where we would go from here.  After another long silence,
while she held tight to my arm as we walked into the failing light.  I had
to bring something else up.

               "When I swore to be your man in fidelity it did not mean
that you would be my only woman.  I cannot abandon the others and the wives
that are to come.  I hope you understand that."  Zuri only laughed.  "We
understand that a man will have more than one wife.  It is the heart of
attachment that is pledged."  Then she added in scrupulous honesty of her
own, "And the providing food and shelter for her and her children."

               "Of course."

               We walked on as the darkness fell on us.  Zuri didn't ask
where we were going, or even if we were lost in the maze.  Eventually we
did come to the center of the maze.  There was a small grassy mound and
several stone benches for the visitors to rest upon before plunging back
into the maze for a return trip.  Tonight there was a small tent set up,
several baskets had been arranged around a blanket on the ground and a fire
was set but not lit in a small braiser.

               The wood had been thoughtfully stuffed with dried shredded
grass and inner bark, to light faster and there was flint and steel
waiting.  Yet it turned out that Zuri was much more proficient at starting
the fire than I was.  I had only ever done it once or twice on hunting
trips.  I was a man of the city and palace.  By the time the fire was
crackling we were both hungry.  We ate the meat rolls and cold chicken, the
breads and cheeses that had been prepared.  There was a bottle of wine, and
we enjoyed that.

               It was a warm night, Zuri slung a blanket around her
shoulders and we lay on our backs on the picnic blanket and watched the
stars come out.  I used her flat toned stomach as a pillow and Zuri told me
the stories of the stars in her lands and I just enjoyed listening to her.
After a bit she stopped and leaned up on one elbow.

               "Master?"  She asked.

               "Yes, Zuri?" I responded with equal formality.

               "Would it be proper for a woman to begin kissing a man?"

               "In the harem, absolutely, in public, absolutely not."  I
stopped for a moment and then added.  "This is not public.  At the moment
this is part of the harem."

               "Good."  And she sat up, curled up around me and kissed me,
slow and deep.  I rolled up and she fell back and we kissed under the
stars.  Our hands were exploring each other's bodies, sliding up and down.
I ran both hands up her sides, over her vest and curled them in over her
ample breasts.  The vest pushed them up to meet me and I was grateful for
the assist because they were lovely.  I undid the vest buttons one at a
time without breaking the ongoing kiss.  Her tongue was so incredibly
bright pink and her teeth were so gleaming white.  In the fire light they
seemed to shine.  Her vest finally came off and I revelled in the glory
that was her bosom.  Her breasts were bigger than Mia's and also firmer.
Like they were stuffed with more filling.  They were soft and warm and so
smooth.  I bent to suckle a nipple and she arched her back with pleasure.
I moved to the other one and we danced the dance of two lovers.

               Then I pulled her to her feet and led her to the tent.  We
kissed and she stopped right in the doorway of the tent. It was a low tent
and had to ne entered on hands and knees and when she suddenly stopped I
almost bumped my nose on her black loafs.  I'm sure that was her intent
because she wiggled her ass at me impudently.  I wasn't going to let that
sort of challenge pass, I grabbed her butt and massaged them. Like all of
her they were both soft and firm.  I played and fondled them.  I ran my
hands up her inner thigh and across her panty clad pussy up to her cheeks.
She hissed at the sensations.

               This was fun and all but I had other items on my agenda.  I
lovingly circled one cheek with each hand and then gave her a hard shove
into the tent.  She squawked in surprise and fell forward with a laugh.  I
launched myself through the doorway and tackled her before she could rise
again.  Things progressed very satisfactorily from there.

               We had all night and I was trying my very hardest to wait
for the prize as long as I could.  We pulled my clothed off.  It was a
challenge.  The tent wasn't much wider than the two of us.  But I finally
got my prick loose and it rose up in salute to the goddess I was here to
enjoy.  She pushed me onto my back and ran her hands over my stomach and
legs.

               "Mia and some of the younger girls in the first harem told
me how to do this.  I've watched Mia but tell me if I do it wrong."

               "Honey, you couldn't do it wrong if you tried."  I was
wrong.  She was trying and you could see she had had the theory explained
to her but the total package was a bit of a cringer.  She used her teeth,
she yanked on it like it was a belt stuck underneath her.  There would need
to be some serious practice, and instruction.  I coached her a bit, but
tried to let her explore.  She had a remarkably tough grip on a newly
sensitized area.  I squeaked and she jumped back, apologizing furiously.  I
was still hard but this was becoming... It was time to move things along.

               Zuri crawled forward, sliding her beasts up from my knees to
my chest and kissed me.  That kiss made a whole lot of booboos go away.
She swung one leg over me and sat astride my stomach.

               "Master?"  Again the formal tone, but I knew her better then
that by now but I played along. This was a fun game to play along.

               "Yes, My Zuri?"

               "In my tribe, in my old tribe."  She amended.  She was
reaching between her legs and fondling my cock.  I was having trouble
concentrating on her words.  "In my old tribe when a warrior swears
fidelity to a clan chief or war leader they cut their thumbs and mingle
their blood.  I think we should seal our fidelity tonight with blood as
well."  Then she angled my cock up, backed up until it was just touching
her hole and pushed backwards.  Her hymen resisted and she slacked off the
pressure for a bit and the pushed again, harder.  I felt her cherry stretch
and then tear as my cock was forced through it.  Zuri winced a little with
the pain and then sat back.  She sat straight upright and I could see her
dark shadows against the fire shimmered tent canvas.  I saw her wonderful
profile, those powerful breasts rising as she adjusted to the pain. The
curve of her hip as it flared out over mine.  I could even see right
between us.  My cock was a black bar joining us.  Zuri began to move, I
could immediately tell that Mia had coached her.  There was no way they
would both move exactly the same.  If her blowjob needed work Zuri's
cowgirl was on point.  She rode me like she had been doing it for years.  I
could feel myself moving, sliding inside her.  It wasn't long at all before
I was pumping my man goo deep into her love box.

               "I can feel it, master.  I can feel your cock throbbing and
I can feel the cum filling me up.  Oh, it's so hot.  Fill me with your hot
cum, Master."

                I did, I truly did.  I filled her until she leaked around
my cock.  She collapsed on top of me and we lay there for a long moment.
Then I rolled us both to the side, without taking my cock out of her and
held her close.  Now that we had slowed down it was a bit chilly so I one
handed another blanket over us and we drifted together in a haze of sexual
repletion.

               "You know?  I like fucking but this making love stuff can be
fun too."  Was about the last thought I had.