Lovely Concubine

by Misha Anderson

  Jafar leaves, leaving me in my personal misery.

  I come home, the night falls again and once again, I will sneak into the library, looking for a few hours of sleep and some peace that I can’t find in my suite.

  Bianca appears after a few hours in the library wearing a thin white knee-length sweater.

  The sweater is transparent and presents me with the sight of every curve of her divine body, from her bristling nipples, to the softness of the triangle between her thighs. She looks even more beautiful, her hair hanging loose in the curve of her breasts, her blue eyes brighter. I'm sitting on the couch and I can’t help admiring her without blinking.

  She looks away, she is agitated, tense, I make a point of asking her the reason, she asks me for silence.

  -Shh, quiet, otherwise I'll lose my nerve.

  What is happening to her after all?

  My heart almost leaps out of my chest as I watch the movement of her frail fingers curling up into the thin strap of her nightgown and pushing the embroidered bust down.

  She is half-naked in front of me, with her nightgown curled around her waist and I do not move a muscle of my body, impacted by this apparition.

  Bianca slides the sweater over her hips and the thin fabric falls to her feet.

  Completely naked, she's totally naked, just for me.

  Her creamy white skin glistens in the light of the lamp, undressing inch by inch in my eyes. The round breasts, perfect to the palm of my hand, the straight abdomen and the wavy and feminine hips, incite me to stick my fingers between her thighs.

  It’s the chaste triangle between her thighs, her sex, which pulls me like a magnet.

  She holds out my hand and I go. Inbred, intoxicated by her revealed forms, by her surrender bordering on the sacred.

  I embrace her by the waist and her body fits mine perfectly, I bury my face in the curve of her neck and my lips travel the pleasurable path of her collarbone. She stares at me with wide eyes in expectation, desire, modesty, surrender.

  And we kissed, her soft lips moulded to mine, our tongues meeting in an audacious ballet, ah! How divine is the taste of her mouth, so, perfect.

  My mouth follows to her breasts, the sweet taste of her nipples invades my tongue, I suck them unhurried, now one, then another, until she gasps aroused, begging for more.

  I pull my pyjamas’ pants off in a hurry, excited and uncomfortably hard, and lay them gently on the soft rug, nestling between her delicate thighs.

  I need to taste her, I need her taste on my lips, on my mouth. Trying to quench the urge to suck her, I kiss her shaved pussy and close my eyes absorbing the scent of her arousal, the intoxicating scent of sex she exhales.

  My fingers caress her hot sex and I open her vaginal lips gently, licking desperately wanting the folds of her sex, pacing more and more a little.

  Whipping her, brushing the swollen clitoris with the tip of my tongue, I feel with pleasure the taste of her honey, she is wet, very wet, waiting for me ... God!

  I gently slide the middle finger into her warm body, very slowly, probing the walls of her vagina and Bianca arches her body, pulling her back from the rug. Her body writhes as I push my finger inside her beautiful, pink, tight cunt. She squeezes my finger in frantic spasms and enjoys, whispering my name into a sweet lament.

  - Please, Nahan.

  Bianca stares at me with her eyes clouded with pleasure, but still thirsty for more. She wants to be taken, possessed and I need to have her, I need to penetrate her soft body and all mine.

  I guide my cock into the warm heat of her vagina, brushing it wet damp between her swollen, hot lips, feeling the sizzling pleasure of her sex sliding in mine.

  And I penetrate her very slowly, allowing her little cunt to greet me unhurriedly, letting her get accustomed to the sensation of being penetrated for the first time. I am overcome by a male pride of being her first man.

  She clings to me so I can deepen my attacks.

  -More Nahan, make me yours.

  To make her mine, there is nothing in this world that I want more than to take her, steal her just for me.

  - Mine. All mine.

  Bianca kisses me and moans softly, stuck on my mouth.

  - Yours. Only yours.

  I lose myself in the sensations of having her, delivered and giving, welcoming me in her soft and warm body, just mine ... Mine.

  I no longer restrain myself, I can’t restrain the intensity of my desire, the intoxicating smell of sex exhaling between our bodies baffles me, and almost as if I were in a trance, I tap my hips against hers, lashing harder and deeper, stronger, and deeper.

  A little more, a little beyond, I climb her body and feel the walls of her sweet pussy convulsing, strangling, milking my cock, maliciously tight, wet, hot, deep ...

  Bianca squeezes my back and, my name, once again escapes her quivering lips.

  Nahan.

  She enjoys it and I take her mouth, feeling the pleasure revolver bursting the floodgates of my resistances.

  Bianca is mine, all mine.

  I cum violently, piercing her insides, impaling her with my cock, throbbing and throbbing in her flesh, pouring dense sperm jets, while still growling in her ears, nibbling at the earlobe.

  - Mine. My Bianca.

  I sleep curled up in Bianca's body, sated, ridiculously happy and frighteningly at peace.

  No strings, no insomnia, just a sweet happiness that takes my body, my soul and my dreams, like a powerful sleeping pill.

  CHAPTER 6

  BIANCA

  The sweet laziness will not let me wake up quickly.

  I open my eyes unhurriedly, slow to locate where I am and I absorb the heat radiating on my skin.

  I feel Nahan's hand holding one of my breasts and I notice that the round curvature fits perfectly in the palm of his hand. I try to disengage myself slowly from his body, but he sticks to my back more tightly, his mouth moving in the curve of my neck, sniffing at my throat casually.

  He loosens my breast and grabs my waist, pulling my hips toward his powerful erection that grazes between my thighs.

  -Good morning, halawi.

  - Good morning, Nahan.

  What will halawi be? I'd rather not ask. The way he nibbles at the nape of my neck and whispers that name, must be an affectionate nickname.

  Nahan is still nibbling and sniffing, making me feel creepy and teasing me, he nibbles again at the back of my neck, whispering,

  -You smell so good.

  He turns me on his stomach, and he fits between my thighs, leaning on his elbows. Stroking my face and kissing my eyes and my mouth, forcing me to face him.

  - How are you feeling?

  Taking a lock of hair off my face, I hope, to observe how my body feels after the night of vigorous love we had. Then I scratch my chin with his beard and say:

  - Well, I feel good.

  - Sore? Did you feel good about me? I say, in my arms, I'm nervous, I do not know what to say, you leave me kind of out of words.

  Nahan laughs embarrassed and I too, we look like two fools, I answer his doubts:

  -Sore? just a little. If you show me again, maybe I can be sure about how I feel.

  He suspends the bar of my sweater to the waist and kisses me sweetly, squeezing with his hand one of my buttocks and with the other one stroking my face.

  - Look at the monster I created. No girl, you're still sore. Later ... Now I'm going to taste you, without haste.

  Without knocking on the door, Thurayya enters the library, distracted with a cup of coffee in her hands and stops at the door, seeing Nahan and I only covered by a thin sheet.

  Nahan covers my body with his and complains, ashamed:

  -Thura, knock on the door, hell!

  She turns around without staring at us and when she's already at the door, she mutters:

  -Next time you two lock the door, the coffee is on the porch’s table.

  I push him and I scramble up, my cheeks burning with embarrassment.

&nbs
p; Ah! Shame on me, I will not be able to face Thurayya anymore.

  Nahan curls his lips, crossing his arms, evidencing his pectoral muscles.

  Do I see a smile on his face?

  But why is this man laughing? Right after we get caught?

  What will Thurayya think of me? Surely, that I was quick to throw myself into the king's bed.

  Worse, nor was in his bed, it was on the library’s carpet that we were almost caught, having sex.

  Damn it, a thousand times, damn it.

  I take my sweater, stand up to the light that hits the window and I see that it is very transparent.

  God, how am I going to leave the library with a transparent sweater like this, with all the officials awake, hanging around the palace?

  Realizing my concern, Nahan hurriedly puts on his pyjama bottoms and tells me to stay in the library saying:

  -Be quiet here, I'll be back in five minutes.

  He comes back faster than I expected, with a knee-high, cream-coloured half-sleeve dress, panties, slippers. I put on my panties and he makes me stand in front of him.

  - Put your arms up.

  I raise my arms and Nahan dresses me, closing the zipper on my back as he bites the lobe of my ear.

  -Come on, the coffee will get cold.

  I stay in the middle of the library, of course I will not have coffee with him. As if? After Thurayya caught us in the biggest squeeze? No way.

  Nahan dresses his T-shirt from the couch, opens the door and holds out my hand.

  - Come on, Bianca.

  Is he really serious? Are we both leaving the library like those cats who ate the fish, in front of the staff?

  -No, everyone's awake, you go out, I take a break and then I'll leave.

  He frowns, very angry, takes me by the hand and pulls me out of the library, complaining:

  -I'm hungry and I know you are too, come on, Bianca.

  We walked in silence to the breakfast table, everyone watching us as we walked.

  I sit on a free chair, not even looking at the table, trying in vain to tidy up my hair nervously.

  The situation is already very embarrassing, and on top of that Thurayya comes to meet us, making me want to stick my face in the ground, like an ostrich.

  She greeted us with a casual look, as if nothing had happened.

  - Good day gentlemen.

  Nahan replies, sitting relaxed in the chair, serving me a cup of coffee and irritatingly smiling.

  - Good morning Thura, I see you made fresh fatayer. Hmmm, that's delicious. Try these cookies, Bianca. Thura is a nosey old woman, but she has fairy hands.

  Thurayya looks at him with false reproof, laughing softly and then, picking up a book and rebuking Nahan's teasing.

  - Me old? Well, it's not me who has memory problems, remember the dinner with the businessmen, scheduled for today? Do you have something different or specific on the menu in mind?

  Nahan drops the napkin on the table, visibly irritated and frustrated, staring at Thura very seriously, sighing, as if he had to face a battle and not some dinner.

  -I completely forgot, you do not need anything specific or special, do it your way, all on your own Thura. I want you to get a new dress for Bianca.

  I deny, explaining to him that there are a lot of clothes in the closet that have not been used and he disagrees with me, saying to Thura.

  -Something lively, alive, Thura.

  -Okay. I got it, my lord.

  As soon as Thura leaves, he picks up one of the biscuits and hits me in the mouth, I look around and bite a bit.

  And we finished the coffee in an intense aura of sexual tension, with Nahan making me taste dates and figs from his hands.

  I see his eyes narrow with the soft touch of the brush of my tongue on his fingers.

  I could never imagine that being fed could be so sensual, so thought-provoking. I dare to pick a fig and offer it to Nahan, he bites a bit and licks my fingers, making me uncomfortably damp as I remember the sweet torture of his tongue, as he tasted my cunt.

  I leave the rest of the fig on the plate and he smiles, provoking me.

  -Bianca, Bianca, did you give up on me? Where is your courage, halawi?

  After this sensual interlude, I mentally review the delicious night we had and in seconds, I am carried away by a hurricane, a stifling weight that tightens my chest.

  I realize he has not used a condom and I'm not using any contraceptives.

  God, I may have gotten pregnant on my first date.

  I think of something more irresponsible and I can’t ... get pregnant? My kidnapper?

  This is so absurd that I barely have the courage to verbalize my panic, but he realizes that something is wrong and he asks me:

  -What's with the face, Bianca, what's wrong?"

  I speak fast not to lose the courage:

  -We did not use any protection yesterday, I do not want to think about ... I need to go to the bathroom now, excuse me.

  I leave, feeling my feet off the ground, and if I have gotten pregnant? Chances are minimal, aren’t they?

  I need to calm down, it was enough to get involved with my abductor, to conceive would be the accumulation of bad luck, I want to be a mother, I always dreamed of having a child, but not in those circumstances. I go to the kitchen and I'm in a hurry, Thurayya is sitting down, organizing something, I interrupt and ask her to speak to her privately.

  -Sit down, you can talk, we're alone in the kitchen.

  How can I say such a thing to Thurayya?

  What kind of irresponsible woman is the one who has sex with her kidnapper and even forgets the contraceptive?

  I decide to speak once, before I lose my courage. She's a woman like me, and I do not see anyone else who can help me.

  I'm really screwed, I need help, I don’t know what to do.

  -Thurayya, I need your help, I can only appeal to you.

  She looks at me closely, sincerely worried about my tone of voice.

  - What happened? What can I help you with?

  I count from one to five and I shoot the truth straight away:

  -You know ... You went into the library, me and Nahan. We didn’t protect ourselves, I need you to get me a morning-after pill. I can’t appear pregnant Thura, not like this. It's not like we're in a relationship, God Almighty! I am as he says: an involuntary guest. I can’t get pregnant like this, I can’t get pregnant with Nahan’s child. Will you help me?

  Thurayya gets up and walks nervously through the kitchen, rubbing her chin until it breaks the silence.

  -I don’t know, I don’t know Bianca. He is very protective and possessive about you. Is this not a relationship between you? If he knows that I have interfered in your relationship in this way, he will be furious. I'll arrange your dress, I'll see what I can do about it.

  Before I could try to convince Thurayya better, Nahan enters the kitchen, talking loudly:

  -Halawi, where are you? Why did you leave the breakfast, running like that?

  He stammered embarrassed to see Thurayya, certainly thinking I was alone, I reply, lying about my sudden departure from the cafe.

  - I went to the bathroom and then I needed to talk to Thura about - Thurayya interrupts me and completes:

  -About the dress, she doesn’t know the colour that would suit her best.

  -Uh, I'm going to take a shower and get out fast, I have to attend a horseback riding event, I'll be back soon.

  As soon as Nahan leaves, I sit down again and take advantage to enlighten my curiosity.

  - Thurayya, what is halawi?

  She goes to the sink and washes two glasses, smiling at me.

  -Halawi is a typical dessert from here, Nahan's favourite dessert. I remember when Nahan was a child, he could be the saddest ever, but it was enough for me to make him halawi and he would open a huge smile, he ate the whole dish.

  Thura laughs, probably remembering little Nahan, patting me on the shoulder and saying in a maternal way:

  -He's a good
man, Bianca.

  -I do not know what to think Thurayya, this is all so crazy.

  -And what would life be without a little madness?

  I nodded, quietly thanking Thurayya for her wise company.

  The afternoon flew by and at nightfall Thurayya knocks on the door while I finish drying my hair.

  She enters the room, holding a dress on the hanger, a bag and a black velvet box.

  -I hope I won’t regret what I'm doing, take it Bianca, here you have it.

  She holds out the little bag and I open it, finding the pill box I asked for and preservatives.

  Even ashamed, I thank her, pulling her into a hug. She embraces me in surprise and concludes:

  -I took the initiative to arrange an appointment with a doctor tomorrow for her to prescribe a contraceptive for you. I know Nahan will be furious that I get in the way, but I will sort it out with him. I brought your dress and something that will make you look better.

  -Dress up honey, the guests are coming.

  I open the cloak that covers the dress and I have to give her credit, Thurayya has very good taste. When I finish dressing up and I check in the mirror, Oh, my God, even I was surprised ... I never wore anything so beautiful.

  Thura brought an organza dress, softly pearly, just below the knee. The three-quarter sleeves give it a delicate and feminine look. Thick sandals, heeled, in nude and before leaving the room, Thurayya praises me, saying that something is missing.

  -You look stunning. Nahan said that these earrings would fit perfectly with his eyes.

  A pair of earrings with delicate stones in a shade of translucent blue contrasts with the black of the box, I place the earrings and I have to agree, they were perfect.

  -They're marine waters, they look beautiful on you. Stand by me during dinner you'll be safe. Unfortunately, not everyone at these dinners is friendly, the world of politics has these things.

  As Thura finishes arranging her moss green tunic, we descend the stairs. The main hall is relatively full, with approximately thirty guests. I feel like going back to my room when I see the stares of the guests, looking at me.

  I force a subtle smile and Nahan apologizes to two gentlemen he was talking to. I am out of air, he looks handsome in a typical Arab dress: a long white robe with a black and gold cape over it and a white scarf falling on his shoulders, surrounded by a thick black cord.