Dreaming of Jizzy

by Y. Falstaff

  “Your name, slave?”

  “Azbul, your eminence!”

  “Azbul...? Hmm...” Rick smartly repeated, narrowing his eyes and getting in the guard's face.

  Though in his regular human form this eleven-foot guard would have been a giant to him, as Rick had taken on the form of Manza-zar, he now actually towered over the smaller guard by at least a good foot.

  “I am new here, your eminence, from Ra-Kazal. How might I please you?” the guard asked, his chest out and eyes skittishly avoiding his.

  “Present your blade!” Rick challenged with a growl.

  “Of course, your eminence!” the guard shouted, and he immediately reached down and unsheathed his great scimitar, handing it handle-end to Rick and bowing low as he did so.

  Snatching the curved blade out of the guard's hands, Rick examined the heavy sword closely and saw that it was nearly spotless and sharp as a razor, overall an excellent specimen and clearly well taken care of.

  “Tsk... tsk... tsk,” Rick quietly admonished, shaking his head and then exhaling in disgust.

  “Your eminence?!” the guard asked, his voice wavering.

  “Azbul, I don't know how you think you can expect to work here in the palace and keep your blade in such shoddy condition. This is my palace after all and only my finest servants get the privileged of working here,” Rick chided.

  “Of course, your eminence! My apologies,” begged the guard, bowing low.

  “I see dignitaries here, Azbul, and hold... lavish banquets with... sumptuous meats and other good... stuff like that,” Rick rambled, clumsily making it up as he went along.

  “Of course, your eminence! This will never happen again. I swear to you. Forgive me,” the guard groveled.

  “You should be proud and honored to be here!” Rick continued his rant.

  “I am, your eminence! I am!” pleaded the guard.

  “Remember, Azbul, the nail that sticks up around here, is the nail that gets hammered down. I could ruin you, Azbul, and you and your whole family will be begging on the streets! You should be happy to be my servant! Proud to be my slave! Eager to serve me!” Rick growled, enjoying the whole thing a little too much.

  “Forgive me, your eminence! Forgive me!” begged the guard, now on his knees. “All I want to do is serve and please you, your eminence! Serving you is my life. I live for this. I was born to serve! I was born to be your slave! I want nothing more than to please you... to make you happy!”

  “Humph!” Rick breathed, and he cocked an eyebrow and was silent a few moments. “Rise and take back your weapon, Azbul.”

  Jumping to his feet, the guard then gingerly took his sword back and hung it from the colorful sash at his waist

  “You know, Azbul, I like your devotion,” Rick then changed his tact, shrewdly nodding his head.

  “Whatever you desire, your eminence, is my command!” Azbul proudly breathed.

  “Are you a... married man, Azbul? A committed man?” Rick asked, narrowing is eyes.

  “I am, your eminence!”

  “Good! Good! Married men always make the best slaves,” Rick noted.

  “Of course, your eminence.”

  “Do you know why that is, Azbul?” Rick asked, arching an eyebrow.

  “No, your eminence.”

  “It is because they have something to lose. Any person who feels they have something to lose can be easily controlled by those in power, Azbul,” Rick told him.

  “I... I... I wouldn't know anything about that, your eminence.”

  “Of course you wouldn't. You've been a slave your whole life. Now, about what you were doing when I first walked up...” Rick suddenly changed direction, raising his head and glowering down at the smaller man.

  “I apologize, your eminence! Forgive me!” Azbul immediately shot back, his face blushing.

  “Now, from now on, Azbul, I want you to thoroughly clean out your nose before you come to work. Do you understand? I don't want any of your bugger fragments on my marble floors. If anyone's bugger fragments are going to on my marble floors, they will be mine. Do you understand, Azbul?” Rick commanded.

  “Of course, your eminence.”

  “You're not flicking that shit onto my floors or my expensive drapery are you?” Rick asked, narrowing his eyes and leaning in over the guard.

  “Never, your eminence! I eat them! I always... eat them. It's a bad habit, your eminence,” Azbul ashamedly explained himself, clearly embarrassed.

  “By Kull, man! That is just disgusting! When you were a child, you did childish things. You are now an adult, Azbul, an adult!” Rick chided, his face grimacing.

  “I apologize, your eminence. It will never happen again,” Azbul groveled.

  “Well... at least you weren't smearing that shit on my fine silver,” Rick grumbled.

  “Never, your eminence!”

  “Good. Now if you catch any of the other guards picking their noses..., you make sure and let me know,” Rick quietly whispered, winking at the guard.

  “Of course, your eminence!”

  “Good! As you were,” Rick concluded, and then he turned, smirked, and walked off. “There is a slave born every minute.”

  Stepping away from the frightened guard and following the sweet odor in the air, Rick shot down the right hallway, and after zigzagging down a couple other passages and peeking into unoccupied rooms filled with ornate furniture, Rick stood at the head of a much wider passageway. This particular hallway was much more extravagant than anything he had seen so far in the palace, and the sweet odor seemed to be coming from down there somewhere. After taking another deep whiff, Rick then felt his penis perk up unexpectedly in his pants, and he suddenly realized what exactly he was smelling. Ever since he had freed Darkness, his senses seemed on high-alert for any pussy nearby. In fact, he knew for a fact, at that moment, that was the strong odor he was now smelling. As he stood there contemplating all this, he suddenly thought he could just hear what sounded like someone playing a harp coming from down that elegant hallway.

  His mind going wild with all the possibilities, Rick wondered if perhaps Manza-zar had a beautiful queen, or even better, a hot daughter of a princess? Or even better that, maybe there were multiple daughters down there?

  Any thoughts of Jizzy's bottle soon got lost in these new revelations, and Rick suddenly felt more eager to check out this new lead. Quickening his pace, Rick was almost skipping down the long corridor, he was so giddy with excitement. Along with this new hallway being lined with eight guards on either side, all standing at attention, there were elaborately carved pillars and brightly hued drapery hanging from the ceiling overhead. After passing by every guard, Rick stepped between two stout, ivory pillars, and saw that the hallway then continued along to the left. He knew he had to be close to the source of that tangy odor now, and it was so strong at this point, he literally had to swallow the excited saliva splashing into his mouth. He felt like a male dog smelling a bitch in heat. He had to figure out where this lovely odor was coming from, and see if the lovely scent was indeed matched in the person to which it belonged.

  “Your eminence!” unexpectedly came a deep voice from his right then, which caught Rick completely off-guard and caused him to jump.

  Turning suddenly to his right, Rick saw a towering kull guard, much larger and more menacing than the eight other ones he had just passed by in the hallway behind him, and this guy wasn't only armed with one menacing scimitar, but two.

  “My apologies, your eminence!” groveled the much larger man, and the muscular guard bowed his white-turban head respectfully low.

  “No, it's... it's all right. I was just... lost in thought...Lots of things going on right now,” Rick stuttered, regaining his composure.

  The burly guard appeared somewhere between afraid and anxious, and he quickly rambled on for a minute in his nervousness.

  “Your eminence, I have guarded the harem as you have instructed. No one has been permitted access beyond this point, not even the
eunuchs, your eminence.”

  At the word harem, happy bells suddenly went off in Rick's mind, and the world around him came to an abrupt halt. Everything else he was thinking about, his mission, possibly being discovered by the seers, running across Manza-zar himself, everything vacated his mind in an instant, and that one word happily echoed repeatedly in his head. In fact, he thought it might have just been the most fantastic word he had ever heard in his entire life.

  “I'm sorry, could you repeat that?” Rick asked, turning an attentive ear.

  “I have been at my post here since the attacks started, as you commanded. No on has had access to the harem, your eminence... no one,” the guard repeated with a proud lip.

  At hearing the wonderful word again, Rick's cock, like a submarine deep below the ocean engaging its periscope, suddenly perked up, and he once again felt a longing pull deep down inside of himself. It had never occurred to him that Manza-zar might have had a harem, but now that the guard had said it, it all made perfect sense to him. It was like the stars had all miraculously aligned for him at that moment, and they were dazzling in their beauty and their wonder left him awestruck. Now, he knew what the sweet odor was, and why it was so irresistible to him.

  “Good job! Good job!” Rick suddenly blurted out, his voice more excited than he intended.

  “Thank you, your eminence,” the guard bowed again, his face appearing a little more calm now.

  “In fact, I want you and... your men to remain vigilant at your posts and don't let anyone through. You hear me, no one. Remember, the enemy is conniving and devious,” Rick ordered, trying to appear dignified though his cock was continuing to fill with blood and was starting to poke through his garb.

  “Indeed, your eminence! No one will pass! No one!” the guard replied with pride.

  “Very good! Very good, indeed!” Rick returned heartily, his attention elsewhere.

  As Rick's greedy eyes wandered down the long hallway nearby, where he could still hear the harp-like music playing, he suddenly heard a plethora of female voices burst out in laughter all at the same time. The sound was pleasant and welcoming, like a cool breeze on a hot day, and Rick smiled dreamily down the hall, imagining all the beautiful creatures that might be down there. He could just see in his mind's eye dozens of beautiful women just waiting for him down there, eager and happy to please their lord. How good was his fucking luck?!

  “We will, your eminence!” barked the massive guard, nervous once again as Rick was just standing there and staring down the hallway, almost as if in a trance.

  “Good! Good! I think it is due time that I go and...,uh, inspect the harem,” Rick announced, putting on a serious face all of a sudden and officially gesturing down the hall with his hand.

  “Your will be done, your eminence!” encouraged the guard, nodding his head.

  “Good! Good! I will do just that,... right now!,.... and you... and your men will stay here and... guard,” Rick commanded firmly.

  “Yes, your eminence! To the death!” the guard eagerly replied.

  “You do that! You do that!” Rick shouted back, and then more dreamily he continued. “While I, just... inspect the... harem.”

  “As you command, your eminence,” the guard obediently replied, standing ramrod at attention.

  Taking a step down the long hallway which was decorated with thin sink drapes on either side, Rick paused all of a sudden and then turned back to the towering guard.

  “I do not wish to be bothered during my... inspection,” Rick commanded, a thoughtful finger to his lips.

  “Of course, your eminence!” the guard immediately answered.

  “So... I will... just...” Rick stuttered, giggled like a child, and then started off down the hallway.

  After taking just a step or two, Rick heard perhaps a dozen or more female voices giggling again, and at the sound of their playful voices, Rick's imagination ran completely away with him. He had no idea that Manza-zar would have a harem. In fact, that thought had never even occurred to him. Without question though, he was definitely going to have to check it out. How many times in your life do you get to pretend your the lord of a harem? This is basically every man's dream, right? How could he honestly pass this up?

  Just the thought made Rick's dick stiff as a board, and he couldn't help but pick up his pace as he quickly shuffled down the hallway. After several more steps and as he was nearing the end of the passageway where it split off into three directions in front of him, Rick then heard the distinct sound of water splashing, almost as if someone were taking a shower somewhere nearby. Pausing at the intersection, Rick distinctly heard that water splashing coming from his right. Meanwhile, from directly in front of him, he heard the harp being played and several female voices all casually chatting away with one another, and down the left-hand corridor he heard nothing.

  Rubbing his fat hands in front of him greedily and licking his lips in anticipation, Rick felt like a kid at Christmas with countless gigantic gifts to open. Which one to start with?!

  A moment later, he heard the lovely humming of a pretty female voice, and it was coming from where he heard the sounds of splashing water. Quickly ducking to the right without hesitation, Rick passed by a massive shelving unit on the right side of the passageway that had cubbyholes filled with towels and colorful clothing. Coming to the end of the brief passageway, Rick continued to hear the pleasant humming and the splashing of water.

  Creeping up to the corner, Rick stopped then and just poked his head around the corner to take a peek inside. The chamber before him appeared to be some kind of shower room, complete with massive pitchers hanging in random places from the ceiling. These enormous jugs had chains attached to them, and the chains could be pulled down upon, which would then cause the pitcher to empty its contents below. He had no idea who filled these containers, when they were filled, or if even perhaps they operated by some kind of strange magic, but those questions honestly didn't matter all that much at the moment, especially when his eyes fell upon the stunning beauty taking a little shower across the beautiful mosaic floor before him.

  Completely naked and lathering her lovely tan body over with fragrant, bubbly soap, the dark-haired beauty, hummed to herself and let the hot water of the heavy pitcher pour down upon her soft body. Once his eyes set upon this dark-skinned beauty, Rick was in a trance, and he watched her lather her heavy breasts with soap over and over and then bend over to wash her legs and ankles. To Rick, she resembled some kind of Arabian beauty queen, who would have normally walked around completely clothed from the top of her head down to the tips of her toes, but he was seeing her there in the flesh and fully exposed in all her glory.

  His dick pulsating to its own heavy rhythm in his pants, Rick openly gawked at the dark-haired beauty, and he watched her throw her long hair back as if he was dreaming. He then watched the very tips of her long hair kiss her two beautiful butt dimples on her backside, and he dreamily smiled and continued to just stare as she shift her weight back and forth as she washed, revealing firm thighs and a juicy buttocks. Without question, Rick knew exactly what he wanted to do. Though he had been in a hurry to find that bottle ever since he had entered the palace, he quickly, and rather easily, convinced himself that he had a few minutes to spare.

  Ducking back behind the corner, Rick quickly undressed himself and shoved his clothing into one of the cubbyholes and covered them with a towel. Tiptoeing back to the corner, he peeked his head back around it, and he watched, far on the other side of the room, the dark-haired beauty now reaching down between her thick thighs and pleasuring herself with her nimble fingers.

  Sneaking around the corner then, Rick crept across the elaborate mosaic floor, his stiff dick flopping around out in front of him, until he was right behind the beauty. With her playful fingers between her legs stroking her kitty and her other hand groping one of her full breasts, the pretty female had her head thrown back, was no longer humming, and was just letting the hot water flow directly down ov
er her wonderful breasts.

  Stepping up behind her, Rick slowly reached around her, and he gently seized her fat breasts with their large grapefruits-sized nipples.

  “Oh!... Your eminence!” breathed the woman, suddenly shocked.

  Immediately, the dark-haired vixen pulled her hands off her puffy pussy, and she put them instead on her head, running them through her long gorgeous hair and allowing him to freely fondle her. Stepping up then, Rick shoved his rock-hard dick between her meaty legs, so that it squeezed between her thick thighs and rubbed up against her wet lips.

  “You will pleasure me,” Rick simply commanded.

  “Of course, your eminence,” the woman purred back over her shoulder to him with a teasing smile.