by Raquel Dove
“My lady,” Bashir, Carolina’s most trusted eunuch, barged into her apartments panting lightly and interrupting her breakfast. He was older than her by about a century, but he had retained his boyish looks; a side effect of the castration process eunuchs went through.
“Shhh,” Carolina silenced him, pressing a finger to her lips then pointing to the bed. “Alexandra is asleep.”
“My lady,” Bashir said again in a whisper as he bowed apologetically, “Lord Balthazar has entered the harem.”
“Has he now?” Carolina said, the corners of her lips pulling upward. She glanced over to Alexandra who was sleeping peacefully in the middle of the bed. Her naked body was covered with a pale pink silk sheet, just translucent enough to show her curves as the fabric clung to her skin. She'd spent a late night with Balthazar, and Carolina was once again disappointed when she returned still a girl. Her son was taking his time with this one. He must like her even more than Carolina originally thought. Perhaps she should give the two a little time alone this morning.
“Come, Bashir. I want to go for a walk in the gardens,” Carolina said, rising from her seat and dabbing at the corners of her lips with a napkin. “You'll escort me.”
“But, my lady,” Bashir said, shifting nervously, “You cannot leave your apartment if the Lord Sultan enters the harem. If he wishes to speak with you and you are not to be found–“
“There's only one reason a Lord Sultan will enter his Harem,” Carolina said as she made her way to the door, “and that is certainly not to see his mother.”
It wasn’t long before Balthazar found his way into the luxurious rooms of his mother’s apartments. It had been many, many years since he had spent time here. He remembered playing in the large audience hall of the apartment when he was just a child.
“Mother,” Balthazar called out when he didn't see anyone. His voice echoed off the marble and he got no response. He walked into the bedchamber and stopped in the doorway as his mind was numbed with a sudden rush of desire. Alexandra was alone in the large feather stuffed bed, barely covered by the silk sheet.
They had spent the previous evening together and his feelings for her had only deepened as she happily listened to him tell her stories from his childhood. Just her being there with him had replaced the sadness he thought he would feel in his father's absence, with a feeling of contentment that he didn't even know existed in him. He'd wanted to take her into his bedchamber that night and spend the rest of the darkness wrapped up in her arms, but she insisted on returning to his mother's apartment. He had come to the harem this morning to assign her an apartment of her own so that he could hopefully spend more time with her alone.
Balthazar made his way over to the bed, pulling on the ties of his shirt. The silk fabric slid easily off his shoulders and fell to the floor. Alex huffed and turned over in her sleep. The sheet was caught beneath her and pulled down to reveal one creamy white breast. Balthazar nearly lost his mind with desire. He couldn't hold back any longer. He'd wanted her for so long, been denied the pleasure of touching her for too long.
Alex woke when she felt the mattress shifting around her. She was surprised to see Balthazar crawling over the bed towards her, the muscles of his shoulders twitching as he moved. It was one of the sexiest things she'd ever seen. He looked like a lion stalking his prey and the hungry gleam of desire in his eyes was unmistakable.
“Balthazar,” Alex said, sitting up on her elbows. She realized suddenly that she was only half covered with the sheet and she wrapped a hand across her chest as her cheeks blushed heavily. Balthazar was instantly beside her with a smirk on his lips as he reached out for her wrist. She was caught in a daze as he gently pulled her hand away so that he could see her body. Her blush deepened but she didn't stop him. She sank back into the mattress and watched him with mild trepidation as his hand slid across her arm and wrapped around one of her breasts. His touch was gentle but firm as he felt her body, moving his own closer to hers so that his chest molded to her side. His thumb flicked across her nipple and she gasped at how good it felt. His smirk broadened into a smile as he bent his neck to capture her lips. Any thoughts she had flew out of her mind as pure, hot pleasure washed over her.
The smell of her arousal clouded everything else out. It was so intense that it had his beast scratching at its cage. He could feel her moving against him as he kissed down her neck to her collarbone. She shivered and sighed, making his body tense and harden. He took one of her nipples into his mouth and swirled his tongue around it. She gasped and arched her back into his touch as her arousal continued to grow. He lifted himself up and moved so that he was hovering on top of her. His hand trailed down her body, bringing the sheet with it as his lips found hers again. He was ready to make her into a woman, and make her his Sultana.
His chest shook with a thick rumble of desire and it made Alexandra's whole body vibrate as he settled over her. His flesh was pressed against her exposed abdomen and her bare breasts were forced into his chest with every gasping breath she took. It was just too much. Every touch sent a wave of electricity through her and made her brain stop working. She knew where this was going, and she knew she had to stop him before he took things too far, but she just couldn't make her body work. She was compliant with his every touch and kiss. She weakly tried to push away from him, but he held her body tightly to his.
“Why do you deny me, girl?” he asked, his voice was more husky than angry. "Your arousal is intense. You're ready."
“It's...I,” Alex tried to speak but the words only came out as shaky breaths.
“Alexandra,” he said her name tenderly as he cupped her cheek and searched her face. "It's alright. I'll be gentle."
Alex tried to speak again but Balthazar brought his lips down on hers. His tongue pushed into her mouth and fought with hers. Alex turned her head away from his with a small whimper. She wanted to resist, but Balthazar’s every touch was absolutely incredible. He assaulted her exposed neck with kisses, nipping softly at her skin with his teeth and sending chills racing through her. She fought with herself to refuse his attentions, but her traitorous body quivered under his touch. Heat pooled between her thighs. Alex tried to stifle the sensations, but it was no use. He was just too much for her to resist.
Balthazar wrapped a hand firmly around her thigh and shifted her slightly so that he could position himself between her legs. His desire hardened to a painful extent as he grabbed her hips and ground himself against her. His body ached for her and the sweet smell of her arousal pushed him on.
Alex felt her skin burning around her bones. Every touch sent pulsating waves of desire through her. She had to stop this. She could feel him rubbing against her, only the thin material of his pants keeping them apart. She half-heartedly tried to push against his chest but it was like pushing on a wall. Every inch of him was solid muscle, hardened and ready to take her.
Balthazar kissed her lips gently as he tried to coax her to relax. He wanted her to open to him, to enjoy the pleasure he was trying to give her.
“Balthazar,” she managed to choke out, barely louder than a whisper. “Please stop. I can't...”
Balthazar stopped immediately and looked down at her with confusion. Her long, shiny black hair spilled out onto the silk behind her. Her lips were plump and slightly wet from his kisses. She had a dark blush staining her round cheeks and her striking green eyes were wide with the fear of her inexperience. He could smell her arousal and sense the desire in her aura. He didn't understand why she wanted him to stop.
"What's wrong?" he asked, looking down her body to see if he had accidentally injured her. He was much stronger than her and her body was much more frail than a demons. Perhaps he had hurt her without meaning to.
"I just..." Alex looked away from him. She didn't know why she was so embarrassed. "I'm just not ready to..."
Balthazar sighed and rolled off her. She felt suddenly cold as his body left hers. He slowly rose off the bed, adjusting his painful erection as he stood up. Ale
x turned to watch him as he picked up his shirt from off the floor.
“Cover yourself, girl,” he said, tossing the garment to her and stalking out of the room. He had to go find a way to relieve some frustration.
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