Desert Prince: Modern and Erotic Version of The Arabian Nights: New Fairy Tales Series - Book One

by Jones, Sarah

  "It is Oud's oil, prepared by the women of the kingdom." It is marketed and used as an exchange with other tribes, but I got that bottle for you” she explained, helping Lady remove the lid so she could feel the scent.

  - Should I use it on my body?

  "No. Sheik, miss," replied Najila.

  Louise pressed the bottle into the palm of her hand, wondering if she was going too far in all that. So you should use the oil on Said's body? Well, dhe could imagine herself doing this...

  "I do not think there's anything else I should know, right?" She said, getting up, ready to finish the subject.

  Najila got to her feet as well and cleared her throat, drawing her attention.

  - I thought we could talk about kissing...

  - Kisses? Louise stopped where she was.

  "Yes, listen carefully, my lady.

  And to Louise's surprise, there were still things that could leave her in alarm.

  ***

  Said's annoyance during dinner that night was remarkable. They all ate quietly, arranged in the same places the night before. Louise was sitting next to him, especially beautiful that night. She wore a crimson dress and wore her hair in a braid adorned with colored stones.

  He chewed a loaf of bread and sighed, tired of the uninteresting conversations of Aban, who insisted on showing him how well the ancient tribe was well established, and exalted for all his deeds during the journey through the desert, as well as by the heroic form of Alisha. Not only to Said, but to all the desert warriors, a man lost his courage when he exalted himself, since it was his duty to serve, protect, and fight. Man was all that the Sheik despised in a human being, especially at the moment, since he asked for his opinion of the English invasion, almost referring to the very irritated Louise.

  "We must fight this plague that is advancing through the desert," the man commented, wiping his oily lips with the back of his hand. "They invade the sands, pestering our past, as if it had no value to us.

  Said saw Louise's movement in time and stopped her from reacting, holding her hand in disguise. Without the others seeing, he laced his fingers in hers as he began to speak:

  "My mother was an Englishwoman, and despite having left her country to live with my father, she always kept alive the memory of where she was born and raised. He stroked Louise's hand. He was not looking at her any more, but he could still feel her racing heartbeat. "The desert belongs to our people, and no one will be able to take it." The English are not our only threat.

  "Certainly, my prince," Aban agreed quickly. "But you must agree that many of our cities have been invaded by foreigners, many of whom bring evil to our people.

  Said abandoned Louise's hand, leaving her wanting more contact.

  "Forgive Aban, my prince. He still feels the effects of the days lost in the hot sands" Alisha intruded, smiling at Said, begging her eyes for his complacency.

  The Sheik only nodded in agreement.

  Even though he kept Aban and his friends as guests, he could easily change his mind and send them back to the desert. All he did not need was more trouble, just as a bad tide began to appear. That afternoon he had met with his caliph, who had explained to him the little misunderstandings that were taking place in the camp of the kingdom, all motivated by reactions against the Sheik's decision to welcome Aban and his friends. As it seemed to him, some men were against that decision, arguing that these people put at risk the security of the whole kingdom, since they did not know for sure who they were. Said would have to solve that problem briefly. He could not let uprisings begin to take hold of the camp, for he could easily lose control.

  At the end of the dinner, when everyone was already up, Alisha hung on Said's arm, smiling seductively.

  "Could you accompany me back to the garden, my prince?" She asked, leaning her body against his.

  Said noticed Louise further. She looked at them both with a slightly threatening expression, her eyes narrowed, which he found interesting. Was the Englishwoman jealous?

  "I'm sorry, Alisha, but I need to talk with my caliph. Certainly, Louise will accompany you to the gardens in my place. She smiled at Lady, who intensified the look of anger on him.

  Suddenly despondent, Alisha let go of Sheik's arm.

  "Actually, I feel a bit tired. I think I'm going to lie down. With a half smile, she walked out the door, past Louise without looking at her.

  As Aban and his wife greeted the Sheikh and left the hall, Louise walked discreetly to the door, waiting for Said. He soon walked to her, who smiled at the sight of him.

  "You look beautiful tonight, gazelle," he said, with a twinkle in her blue eyes that almost made her stagger.

  “Thank you, my prince," she said with a slight bow.

  Said's expression suddenly closed. "Do not call me that," he reprimanded.

  "Why not? I thought I was your slave and that is why I should refer to you for your title" she said, feigning cordiality.

  Soon the Sheikh realized what was happening there. Yes, she was playing with him.

  Said, in a swift movement, wrapped Louise's waist, pulling her against his body, bringing his mouth directly to her ear.

  "Your beauty is undeniable, gazelle, but your insolence is annoying." Many died for less in my kingdom" he said slowly, hoping it would have the desired effect.

  She wanted to laugh. It was incredible how she was no longer afraid of Said's vain threats.

  "Have mercy on me, my prince. I'm just a slave and I'm begging you not to hurt me" she whispered, teasing him.

  Said hardened, annoyed that she could tease him even more. He slid his hand up to her waist and down, gripping the lady's buttocks hard.

  "I really want to hurt you." Said took the opportunity to kiss Louise's neck and bite the tip of her ear, causing shivers all over her body. “I'll make you understand who you belong to, Louise."

  She clung to him, disoriented.

  "I want all of you, gazelle." I want your pain, your pleasure and everything you want to give me. He pushed his hips against hers, groaning as he felt the friction against his cock.

  Take my heart, "she wanted to scream.

  As quickly as he had grasped it, Said released her, taking her distance. It was still possible to see how much he was affected ... Excited.

  "I want you in my bed tonight. I can barely keep myself in my pants" he said, his voice strangled.

  Knowing she was at an advantage, Louise turned her back on him, determined to leave him alone, but before going out the door, she looked over her shoulder and said,

  "Meet me in aljibe, my prince. I promise to serve you with all my efficiency.

  Chapter Nineteen

  Said had already felt anxious a few times in his life, but surely in none of them had the affliction been as intense as now. Anxiety, he thought, was not good for his body, since he could barely move with the hardness between his legs, throbbing, begging for release. On the other hand, I recognized that it could also be a good thing, since the bonus would be more intense in the end.

  He removed the turban he wore and combed his hair with his fingers, making them even more messy, but still making his appearance enticing. He no longer wore the long tunic and not the sandals, only the pants, which hung comfortably on his hips.

  He waited lying in his bed for just a few more minutes, to make sure that no one else was awake at the palace, and that he could finally follow her.

  The Sheik hurried to the cistern, crossing the corridors without caring for the darkness, and as soon as he arrived, he saw the yellow light shining from within.

  Anxiously, Said entered the bath room, immediately admired by the sails strategically placed in every corner of the place. He looked for Louise, confused not to find her there.

  "I am here, my prince.”

  Said turned quickly, ready to scold her for continuing to call him that way, but the words did not form in his mouth as her vision assailed his eyes. He was pinned to the ground, staring in amazement, because she did not look lik
e the same woman, she was completely different.

  The Englishwoman wore the lacy carmine dress, which revealed much of her body. Her hair was loose, falling over her shoulders, her hands painted in spirals by a dark paint, just as Arab women did. Said could not help but notice the lady's eyes, which were painted the same way the women of her people wore them, which made her extremely beautiful. Louise was exactly like a princess.

  Taking a slow breath, he looked at her from head to toe, his body trailing with voluptuousness, receiving a wave of desire as he noticed the curves of Louise's legs, her nipples bristling under her dress, which, thanks to Allah, became almost transparent under the reflection of the candles.

  The expression on the Sheik's face made Louise nervous, afraid that something was wrong, for she had thought of everything. She had studied every detail in detail, so she could not conceive the idea that she had failed at something. As Said approached, covering within seconds the short distance between them, she realized with relief that that expression was only of desire, of passion. Calmer, she allowed herself to admire him for a moment, feeling euphoric when she realized that he wore only his pants and nothing else. Said had bare feet and bare chest, revealing the strong muscles that tormented her as he hugged her.

  "It's wonderful," he complimented when he finally touched her, gripping her waist gently, almost subtly.

  Louise smiled, considering those blue eyes, the ones that had frightened her before, but which now excited her.

  Courageous, she took his face in his hand, satisfied as she felt the beard against his palms, and blushed as she imagined herself rubbing the skin against his face. Oh, Lord, she had scarcely touched him, and ahe had wanted him terribly.

  - Let me have you. I will make you reach the sweetest pleasure of your life, and then I will bring you back into my arms, where I will welcome you" Said said as she immobilized her chin, making him consider her eyes.

  "Tonight" she began, kissing the tip of his finger. My pleasure will be to please you, my prince," and with a surge of daring, Louise sucked Said's finger into his mouth, surprising him by sucking him hard, making erotic motions that only served to leave the poorest, most stunned man.

  "You will drive me insane, gazelle. His voice was hoarse, and he struggled to get her mouth shut, to finally kiss her.

  At the last second, Louise stopped him from touching his lips, pulling away gently.

  Confused, he looked at her quizzically, as if he was worried that he had crossed the line.

  "Lie down in bed, Said," Louise ordered, still smiling.

  "Are you giving me orders, slave?" He asked with an arched eyebrow, amused at her imperative mood.

  "I would not dare, my prince," she replied, disguising a smile.

  Amused, he took the time to remove his pants, giving her a nice view of her bottom. Then he lay back on the bed, pleased to see her turn red as she faced his swollen penis.

  Will I have the guts for it? She wondered. She had only to recall the sensations she had felt the other times she had slept with Said, and then decided that hse would have the courage to do so and more.

  Louise walked over to the bed and picked up the dark bottle on the next table. Happy to be able to remember Najila's directions, she leaned on the bed and looked at Said, who was staring at her with ... hunger. Was such a thing possible?

  "What will you do with it?" He asked, narrowing his eyes at the bottle, which fluttered in Louise's hand.

  Mysteriously, Louise dripped the oil on Said's abdomen in abundance, and without his having time to question her, she set the bottle aside and began massaging the Sheik's skin.

  She anointed her own hands in the oil and slid them up and down the sides of Said's abdomen, hunching down. He had his eyes wide open, and his breathing began to accelerate as Louise exerted pressure on his body.

  "I need your hands elsewhere, gazelle," he whispered, reaching for her hand to guide her over his cock. That was what she needed, that she would pump tightly around her shaft and release that need.

  - Do you need me to touch it here? Louise asked, skirting Said's pubic bone, rubbing the oil to warm her skin.

  He groaned, arching his hips, but she withdrew suddenly, leaving him frustrated.

  "You're killing me, woman" Said said through clenched teeth, almost surrendering to the care of his own hand, which would certainly be a great humiliation.

  Stimulated by the man's reaction, Louise poured more oil into her hands and slowly massaged his thighs, climbing so slowly that he almost begged her to do it soon.

  Damn agony.

  "I think you want me to touch you here," she commented, as if it were something unimportant. “Ask me, and I will give you relief, my prince.”

  Said closed his eyes and groaned in pure frustration. How far his life had come. He was being coerced, sexually blackmailed by his slave! Allah would forgive him, but that was making him more and more crazy with desire, with the urge to take her hard, make her scream and scratch her back as he entered her deeply.

  This was how, for the first and possibly only time, Hamed's Sheikh begged. Not for his life, but for his sexual relief.

  - Touch me, gazelle. Wrap my penis in your hand and give me pleasure.

  Louise even tried to hide her satisfaction by avoiding smiling, but her eyes were so true that Said soon realized her feelings and strangely did not care.

  She welcomed the already erect member between her hands, surprised by the softness and hardness, eager to take him to the pleasure. But Najila had told him to be calm and keep it as long as possible. It was something about gratification she had not fully understood.

  Oh, but Said's expression made her realize how much she was doing to him. Even as she concentrated on moving her hands into Sheikh's manhood, Louise looked out of the corner of her eye, watching him, his lips pursed and his head tilted, drawn by the surge of pleasure.

  For all the lives in the desert! She was perfectly aware of the pressure on his cock, rounding the tip with her thumb, making slow and steady circles, while her other hand ran its length, increasing the pace and causing him to wonder how far she could go. Oh, how he wanted to move to Louise's mouth, discovering all her sweetness and warmth, wondering if she would take him all over.

  Imagining such a scene, the Sheikh closed his eyes and moved his hip up again, following Louise's rhythm. She, in turn, was already beginning to feel the warm effects in her body. Her breasts were sore, her nipples erect, her intimacy twitching deliciously. She took one look at Said's face and found his gaze, which reacted immediately, rising from the bed as he clasped his hands to hers.

  "So ... That way," he said, calming his movements, willing to make the moment last longer.

  Louise swallowed, feeling an absurd sensation, remembering a orientation that Najila had given her, which she said would make a man bellow...

  Courageously, the lady knelt in front of the Sheikh, bowing her head in the same way a servant would.

  "Look at me," he ordered, barely breathless at the scene.

  Louise lifted her head, staring at him in a way that made it look like another woman had taken her body. Lust exhaled from every pore.

  He wrapped his hand around her face and stroked her soft hair, caressing himself, deciding whether she was ready for it. Doubt soon ceased to exist as she stared at his cock and licked her lips anxiously.

  Pleased, Said grabbed her by the hair and gently led Louise's mouth to his cock, grunting as she made his first wet mouth.

  Contrary to everything she had imagined from Najila's revelation of pleasure to a man, Louise agreed that women might like to do such a thing. She was dazzled, not only by the intense eye contact she was having with Said, watching him throw her head back, moaning, but also by the delightful satisfaction of being the cause of such effects. She was exercising pleasure.

  The oil touched her tongue, but it had a sweet taste, which blended with the taste of Said, awakening Louise's senses. He stroked her hair and moved his hips so quickl
y that he made her hold onto his legs, afraid to fall.

  When she was excited and willing to see him reach the apex, Said withdrew from her mouth and quickly made her stand, then leaned against the bed.

  "I thought ..." she murmured, confused.

  Said replied kissing her furiously, holding her by the back of her neck. She squeezed the side of the bed, feeling her own taste in Louise's tongue, something she had never done before with the other women, but now it seemed the most erotic thing he had ever experienced.

  "The dress" he said breathlessly as he pulled Louise's body from the thin fabric, which tore through the process and ended up lost in a corner of the room.

  Louise's vision entirely naked made Said think of perfection. She liked the way her breasts were large and her nipples pink. He admired his thick legs and wide hips and only he and no one else had touched her.

  No one else will ever touch.

  Frightened by his own thought, the Sheik snatched Louise's breast, satisfying herself when she cried out in pleasure. He played with his nipple without haste and did the same in the other. He gathered his strength to draw small kisses down her belly until he slid his lips and tongue between her legs, marveling at the taste and the warmth there.

  Louise was so lost that if anyone discovered them there, she would not have the strength to make Said stop. She was so close to the rapturous sensation that she wanted to cry when Said stopped kissing her and stood up.

  "Only when I'm inside you, gazelle." The Sheikh wrapped around her waist and held her in place, leaving both at the same height, her hips close. Suddenly he was inside her, thanking the heavens for that." For all those nights, I kept imagining myself here. He moved forward to the end, and withdrew. “Every damn time you teased me, I wanted to make you pay."

  "Said ..." Louise dug her nails into his shoulders as the pace increased.

  "You were in control today.” He said between the movements. "But know that you belong to me, to my pleasure, to my body and to my satisfaction.” He bit her around the neck, leaving a reddish mark on the spot. "You gave me a charm, gazelle." I can not stay away from you.