1. Sultana (Chapter 4 - Security)


    Date: 4/25/2017, Categories: Novels, Author: megalanthropus, Rating: 0, Source: LushStories

    wondered what had gone wrong with him. He was talented at reading people, and almost as shrewd as her, and yet money fled from him, and he was always looking for loans. She wondered if he had a gambling addiction, or some other more heinous addiction. “Younos,” she said, sipping some wine, and watching him wolf down a wheat cake with grilled lamb and goat cheese stuffed in it, “why are you always short of dinars?” It was a sensitive topic, but she had to broach it. If not for the topic of money, she was glad for her brother’s company. He was the one person she could confide in. She was too shrewd to confide everything to even him, and suspected that he kept many secrets from her as well, but he was her only family. His face took on a sly look. She could see his eyes darting, as he employed his imagination. She sighed. She would be hearing more lies. *** Mediha Mediha sighed. Rawer hadn’t come, and neither had he sent a message. She waited in the designated spot for an hour. He was worth waiting for. The itsy bitsy princes she was supposed to consort with were more delicate than her. She was sure she could snap their necks in unarmed combat within the first five minutes. Rawer was the one she craved, but he hadn’t come. Something was wrong. She tried to reason it out. Their last session had been lovely, and he had not changed one bit. It was true that he had been suspicious that someone had witnessed their lovemaking. She had suspected as much herself, as though some part of ...
    her knew that she had heard something strange. Still it was only a feeling. Rawer didn’t come. Instead a tall Nubian woman came. She was as bodacious a woman as the princess had ever seen. She stood six feet tall, and was voluptuousness herself in the person. She had a lovely face that somehow reminded the princess of royalty. A nose that was both broad and sharp at the same time. Her skin was a few shades lighter than Rawer’s, and was the color of a Ghaf* tree. Her jet black hair was wavy and well oiled and was tied in a thick plait that was bound by what appeared to be silver bands and threads. The plait fell well beyond her buttocks. She had breasts that were the envy of women everywhere, whose shape was in no way compromised by the sheer audaciousness of their size. It is as if her breasts were issuing a challenge - best me if you can. She wore a gold white linen gown that hugged her person. Her buttocks showed steatopygia to a certain degree, and evoked lust even in the princess. She had a narrow waist and hips that were broad to the correct proportion, as if she had been designed by a sculptor who was looking to titillate his audience. Princess Mediha felt that if ever there was a time that she could become a lover of women as well, this was that time. But she also felt irrationally jealous. There was no doubting the fact that this girl was Nubian. She must be connected to Rawer in some way, or else he wouldn’t have trusted with as sensitive a secret as his tryst with ...
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