1. Sultana (Chapter 4 - Security)


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

    the princess. All these considerations were secondary however. Primarily, Mediha was very disappointed, because she really wanted Rawer’s cock. Seeing this woman made her even more acutely aware of her disappointment for some reason, as thought it were this woman’s fault. “Who are you?” she said, in as peremptory a tone as she could manage, given the formidable presence of the Nubian girl. “I have a message from Rawer,” the girl said, insolent enough to ignore a royal question. The girl was using their private code. The code that she and Rawer used in case they were overheard. Every third word was Arabic, every third was Nubian and the final third was Mesopotamian spoken backwards. Words at prime numbers were always backwards Nubian, to break the pattern and make it even more difficult to decode. This girl had mastered their code, and that made the princess livid. She was too proud to openly show her jealousy though. “You have a name, girl?” she said, determined not to cede control. The girl gave her a dismissive stare, ...
    as if that wasn’t important. She gave her name though. “People know me as Tuya,” she said. “Now the message. Rawer says that this is too dangerous. Someone tried to blackmail him about your friendship with him, but he has silenced that threat. He will send further word soon.” “When?” asked Mediha, hating the fact that she had to rely on this Nubian woman for information. The woman batted her eyelashes while rolling her eyes, as though she were the royal and Mediha a commoner. “Whenever he thinks it fit,” she said, and whirled around and marched off into the darkness. Mediha glared at her luscious buttocks, and wondered if she should punish this insolent girl. Then she wondered when she would see Rawer’s cock again, and returned to her desperately horny state. She needed his cock. * The Ghaf tree - or prosopis cineraria, is an arid climate tree that also grows in the Saudi Arabian deserts. Whether the people of ancient Arabia called it this, or whether it even grew back then, is something I haven’t been able to figure out.
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