For both Isa and Tricia, it was also the first time that they truly made love to anyone. It was soft and gentle then rough and hard and then back again to sweet caresses and deep kisses. The only difference is that everything was done not out of lust but out of love. Isa was a vigorous lover. He brought Tricia to pleasures that she has never felt before. Tricia responded with equal endurance, they made love on the bedroom, the shower, a table and finally back to the bedroom. They slept naked and facing each other, with Tricia laying on Isa’s muscular arms her hands wrapped around his sweaty chest and one of his hands cupping her breasts. Their legs were intertwined as if trying to push them closer than they already were. In the morning, Tricia woke up and to her surprise, Isa was still there lying beside her. Both still naked and both reinvigorated from the restful sleep, they made love again. Only because of the butler’s insistent knocks did they leave their bed.
On their next date, Isa asked Tricia to shop for the best dress money could buy, she was about to remind him of her preference for simple gifts but Isa told her that they were going to someplace special. Tricia bought a dress off the rack because she was pressed for time. When the limo dropped her to the place, she laughed. It was at the hospital, specifically the cafeteria and of course for dinner they drank coffee from a styro cup.
One of the most recent things that Isa did that truly made Tricia cry was when during a lazy weekend at her suite; Isa gave him a foreign newspaper. She looked at the article that Isa was pointing her to read. The article talked about a newly opened small hospital in an impoverished province in the Philippines called Basilan. The name of the place instantly sent shivers down her spine; it was the place where her parents were killed during a rescue attempt for them. Sensing her anxiety, Isa quickly pointed out the picture in the newspaper. Attached above the hospital main entrance was a sign that read, “The Darren and Maria Dover Hospital, Donated by Tricia Dover.” It was then that Tricia knew that she has found the man that she wanted to spend the rest of her life with, whether it was possible or not.
She began to lose herself with her reminiscing when she felt a gentle then gradually becoming more forceful tapping on her shoulder. It was Davidson and he was still reciting her schedule:
At 12:00nn, lunch with His Highness
At 1:00pm, visit to a mosque
At 2:00pm, visit to another charity
Tricia interrupted, “go back to 12:00nn.”
“Lunch with His Highness.”
“Where?”
“His Highness instructed me to seek your advice on the venue of your luncheon.”
“You mean I can choose any place.”
“I do hope Ms. Dover will choose any of the pre approved venues for the safety and security of His Highness.”
“Does this mean that there will be no other person who will accompany us during luncheon?”
“Yes, you are correct Ms. Dover.”
“Great, we can stay here at the hotel.”
“Very good Ms. Dover and may I know what would you prefer to eat for lunch?”
“Don’t bother with room service.”
Davidson gave a knowing smile and decided to continue with reciting her schedule, at 2:00pm…”
Tricia stopped listening to Davidson and his schedule for her. She was already making a schedule of her own.
Chapter 6: A Desert Date
For their first year anniversary, Isa planned something special, something he has not done for any girl even during the heydays of his notorious years. He brought Tricia to the one place that he has kept for himself, a place he went to for privacy, for healing and to just be by himself. The isolated desert oasis was known only to a nomadic desert tribe, whom Isa swore to secrecy in exchange for a monthly ration of food and supplies. Out of his own pocket, Isa made sure that the oasis remained unmarked on any maps, even online maps showed a patch of sands where the oasis should be.
Bordered by lush and tall palm and date trees and a thick mound of grass that miraculously thrived in the desert, from a distance, the oasis was a welcoming sight of green colors in the monotonous brown sands of the desert. Only when you get closer will you realize that the oasis is not only green but it was filled with the most vibrant of colors, pink, yellow and purple flowers. The oasis is one of the most beautiful natural gems of the desert, except for the human made tent that now stood in the middle of it.
Inside the tent and under the dim light of a few vanilla scented candles, the comfortable four post bed that Isa had transported from the Palace was empty. Instead Isa and Tricia were lying on the rough and hard Persian rug passionately kissing each other. Isa was careful not to put too much weight to Tricia who was below him but Tricia somehow pulled him toward her. In between Isa furiously darting his tongue in and out of Tricia’s receiving lips, Tricia clawed her fingers in the sweaty and muscled back of Isa.
With his free hands, Isa cupped Tricia’s breasts and she in turn lifted herself so that not only her breasts but also her arms, thighs and entire body made contact with the bare flesh of Isa. With a skill only developed by someone familiar with the ways of lovemaking, Isa quickly maneuvered himself so that Tricia now lay on top of him. With his hard penis towering high before Tricia, she knew exactly what to do.
Tricia instead of lowering herself teased Isa by sliding herself away from him towards his legs. Now, Tricia’s head was directly facing Isa’s manhood, he knew what he would receive next. He folded his arms up and rested his head on top of his arms so he can experience the bliss Tricia was about to give him. Tricia blew and then licked the dark hair that Isa kept trimmed for her. With her left hand, she cupped his scrotum and caressed them ever so gently. With her right hand, she wrapped her palm around Isa’s now rock hard penis.
With Isa’s girth, her palm was not enough to completely grasp it and with Isa’s length, her hand left the bulb and around two inches more without any pleasure. What Tricia’s hand lacked, her lips made up for it. She opened her lips and allowed her Isa to thrust up and down to her lips and palms. It was difficult to manage first and she tried to keep herself from gagging but after a few more thrusts, she grew familiar with the thickness and length and she was now eagerly following the rhythm that Isa set. Soon, she could feel that her palms were getting wet and sticky, probably because of her saliva or Isa’s own wetness or maybe both. After a few more minutes, the rhythm became faster then erratic, both of them knew that he was about to come but neither of them wanted it yet.
Isa sat up and then pulled himself away, he took Isa toward him and kissed her again passionately, her saliva and the saltiness of his sweat, mixing together in both their mouths. He then said,
“Your turn.”
With that, Tricia lay on her back and Isa positioned himself exactly where Tricia once was. This time, Isa gently caressed then pushed apart her thighs. This exposed Tricia and the thin mound of hair that covered her now moist vagina. She tried to pull her legs back again, feeling shy about being in such a vulnerable position.
“I’ll be gentle,” Isa assured her.
Tricia was about to protest but Isa lunged his head and his probing tongue towards Tricia’s beckoning vagina. He hardened his tongue then made it soft and then hard again as he jutted in and out and around Tricia’s womanhood. With waves of pleasure coursing from her groin to her thighs, to her entire body, Tricia shook and shivered with excitement. Isa brought up both of his palms and massaged her breasts and nipples, which made Tricia moan. She tried to contain it but knowing that there were no eavesdropping hotel staff or security personnel around, she let out moan after moan after moan.
Isa felt encouraged by the groans that Tricia made, he brought himself closer, sat himself with his legs folded beneath him and then lifted Tricia’s thighs to his shoulders. Now, with his face closer to Tricia’s vagina, his plunges were deeper than ever. He saw that Tricia was now grabbing the rug with her hands writhing in uncontrollable pleasure.
“Isa please, now. Give it to me now.”
Isa wasted no time. He lowered her thighs and then put his hands beneath Tricia’s back. He raised her so that now, Tricia was sitting directly on Isa’s own thighs. Tricia braced herself, she wrapped her arms around Isa and he in turn extended on of his hands towards his back so that he can support both his and Tricia’s weight for the final thrusts.
“Come to me.” Isa ordered.
With that, Tricia lowered her hips and surrendered her body to Isa. She felt Isa entering her. It was as if time slowed, she felt every inch of Isa’s length piercing her and it did not seem to stop. Finally, she can go no lower but Isa has more to give. Isa raised himself so he can enter him fully. Now locked together and their bodies one, all animalistic urges were released. For a moment they forgot everything, there was nothing outside the world, except the pleasure that they felt now. Tricia burrowed her face in Isa’ thick chest while Isa covered his face underneath Tricia’s hair.
Tricia felt that Isa’s penis was growing larger inside of her, he was about to come and she was already experiencing multiple orgasms one wave after another. Now, they both wanted to feel the climax of their lovemaking. She felt that Isa’s thrusts were beginning to tire him so she made up for it with her own. With renewed energy and now on the verge of his own orgasm, Isa moved his face away and said,
“I love you Tricia, I love you so much.”
“I love you too Isa, I am yours Isa.”
“And I am yours Tricia.”
With that, Isa and Tricia, both at the height of their pleasure, faced each other and spoke words of love to each other. Isa’s entire body trembled and then released his seed while inside Tricia. She felt spurt after spurt coming inside of her, it was warm and seemed not to end.
With both of them spent, Isa used his remaining strength to carefully lay Tricia again to the carpet. He then collapsed on top of her. She wrapped her arms again around his sweat glistened body. With of both of them still inside each other, they were able to bring themselves to sleep.
Just this once, they were truly alone, they only had each other and there were no cares outside the little tent in the middle of the oasis in the middle of the desert. Tomorrow will bring them back to the dangers of life but at least for this night, they were truly at peace. Neither knew of what the next few days have in store of them.
Chapter 7: Trouble in Paradise
Isa was anxious. With his father’s uncertain health looming over every member of his family, they were no longer sure if they can keep it secret forever. They could only keep using the same excuses that his father had a terrible fall, he was recovering from the fracture and doctors were monitoring his vitals. Pushing a year since his heart attack, they could not keep all doctors in Bahrain in giving a medical opinion that the King’ recovery is taking longer than usual. The country’s press and media are on their pockets but with social media and technology today, who knows if they keep the King’s health contained.
He felt this concern was shared by the other family members. He is now seated a few chairs away from Hasan, who is now leading the discussion between senior members of the family. The elders, uncles, aunts, eldest sons were all assembled in closed doors deep in the heart of the Palace. No bodyguards were permitted, not even members of the Parliament, it was strictly a family only affair, except that their decisions extended to the entire Kingdom.
The family was split three-way, the younger generations, Isa’s cousins wanted to come out in public and announce a regency council. The King’s own brothers, sisters and cousins preferred to keep things as is, they will wait until the King is truly dead. Surprisingly, it was the family elders that had the most radical idea, probably stemming from the most basic recourse when a King is disabled.
“Your father,” speaking to Hasan, “is no longer with us. His body is but the Majesty of his person has already passed away from him the moment he lost consciousness.” spoke an elder. “Tradition demands that we elect his heir.”
“It is not that simple grandfather,” another uncle said.
“How can it be simpler than that? The sooner we accept that the King is alive but unable to rule, the sooner we can proceed with election,” another aunt said, known for her disdain for the Council electing the King’s line to the throne.
“And who should we elect then? Your line? Your daughter has made a mockery of herself, we cannot have her and her female lover trampling over our honor.”
“My line is far better than yours! Do not think that we are ignorant of the harem of under aged girls you are keeping under your own house!”
“This is enough!” Hasan announced. He stood and everyone was silent. He may be younger than most of the people in the room but by virtue of his rank, everybody obeyed. “We do not have time for these arguments, we need to decide now. Before we can even decide who succeeds the King, we have to decide if he is to be replaced at all. And if he is replaced, who will be the members of the Regency Council!”
From feigned silence, everybody turned to quiet contemplation. Hasan was right, the Kingdom cannot afford any more doubts, Parliament needed an answer and only they decide.
“Hasan is right,” one of the elders announced. “I vote that the King, unable to execute his oath as sovereign, be declared no longer fit as King. Who agrees?”
Slowly, everybody, including Hasan and Isa, raised their hands.
“It is decided then,” said Hasan. “Now to the next agenda. Who will be the members of the Regency Council?”
The room again erupted with arguments, this time everyone vying for a position in the 9 seat Council. It was a temporary power but so much can be done during the interim between the Council and a newly crowned King. Finally, one voice managed to be heard against the rest,
“And what does Isa have to say?” asked a distant cousin.
“Me? I support my elder brother in all things.” replied Isa.
“We are not asking you who you support; we are asking your opinion on the matter. The past is past Isa, you have been forgiven. You are the son of the King, a Prince. Your opinion matters. What do you have to say?” insisted another distant cousin.
Isa was torn; he knew exactly what he had to say. He knew everybody in the room was incorrect. But if he did say his piece, it will ruin his life. This he can accept but he no longer lives for his own now. He cannot ruin his life and Tricia’s at the same time. But, his cousin is right, he is the Prince, it is his duty to vote on the matter.”
“I.. I…” started Isa.
“Let us not press my brother. I speak for all my brothers in this matter.” said Hasan.
“No you cannot,” argued one of the uncles. “Every person in this room is entitled to a vote, especially Hasan as the representative of the departed Queen.”
“I am the only Queen here Uncle!” shouted Hasan’s mother and first wife of the King. It was no secret that as much as the Family loved Isa’s mother, they hated the King’s first wife.
“I will speak,” Isa said. Everyone fell quiet again, Hasan tried to interrupt but he was restrained by his own younger brother.
“Though my heart breaks in saying this, our family needs a head and our country needs a King and it is no longer our Father. I agree with you all. But the solution is not the formation of a Regency Council but the succession of a new King.”
“Impossible! Our father is still alive, incapacitated yes, but not dead. Succession implies that our Father is no longer alive, that there is no chance for him to live again!” Hasan angrily said. The younger relatives nodded in agreement but the older ones seemed uncomfortable.
“You are correct brother and the purpose of a Council is to elect a new King out of a pool of worthy candidates.”
“Yes, yes Isa we all know that. Are you saying we skip making a Council and elect me immediately as King?”
“Yes and no brother,” Isa replied.
“Stop talking in puzzles Isa!”
“Yes brother, we can already dispense forming a Council but no, you cannot be elected
as King.”
Other family members gasped at what Isa said. Some thought that the rebellious Isa is back and toying again with the family. Others though, again the older ones, seem to nod in agreement. Hasan noticed their nods but chose to ignore them. He pressed on,
“What on earth are you saying?! I am the King’s son!”
“As am I brother but unlike you, Father gave me this,” with that Isa raised his right hand, stretched out his fingers and the plain gold but familiar ring on his finger was unmistakable. He removed it and placed it in the middle of the round table. All squinted their eyes to see and confirm the writing on the inner side of the ring.
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