A Beam of Sunshine by The Tome of Ebon: /~Tome_of_Ebon/ To send feedback, visit the website above. Sept. 11, 2009 ====== This story contains descriptions of an adult nature. If you are a minor or person offended by such materials, you should not read further. This story does not necessarily reflect any people or practices in the real world, and should not be taken as reality. Codes: M/f, Mdom, ds, cons, rom, titf, oral, piv ====== Sultan Azinar lay upon the comfortable reclining seat near the swimming pool in his private gardens, the sun shining down on his deeply bronzed skin. His body was completely naked, the sunlight drying the water from his skin after the pleasant swim he'd had, away from the worries of his court and his empire. Only one person was in the garden with him, the palace surrounding the courtyard in which it lay, the doors into this outdoor sanctum locked and guarded while the sultan had his private relaxation. No windows opened on this courtyard, nor did any access to the roof allow one to peer down. None were allowed to fly their te'naki within ten score cubits of the palace's outer wall under penalty of being shot down, man and beast, by the crossbows of the royal guard, and the saaroth riders of the barbarian north were far, far away. This was the sultan's private place. "Come to me, Saerie." Azinar murmured in his customary deep, rich tones, remaining in his comfortable position, overlooking the aquamarine blue of his swimming area and the white and crimson of the great blooms that perfumed the air of his garden. The short, lithe girl who came forward was young but large-breasted, with luxurious, pale blonde hair tied back in a single tail by a large bow of white silk, trimmed with gold. A nubile girl in Azinar's empire, she was in her mid-teens, the taut, fertile curves of her body enticing to the sultan's hot-blooded desires. He smiled; his cherished concubine would still have a measure of youthful beauty when his black beard was shot through with grey. She stepped close, her delicate white parasol held above her to help keep the paleness of her skin that was so exotic here in the capital city of Urulapur, her lush blonde eyelashes sheltering the brilliant blue of her eyes, the color of them almost matching that of the water of Azinar's lavish swimming pool, just a touch purer in blue. He'd bought the girl from the Vurmgartermen, raiders from the far northeast kingdoms, who had captured her from among the people of the isles even further east, so far from Azinar's empire that his people's maps had no mark of where they were. She'd been frightened, of course, as any girl barely turned woman would be to be taken far from home by such men as the Vurmgartermen were, but when she found that Azinar was a gentle owner, she'd come to like, even love, the man she now belonged to. The barbarians hadn't touched her; they had women of similar appearance, if not always similar beauty, in great supply in the northeastern lands. Here in Arzaristan, though, where the sands burned hot between oases and only the fertile riversides were truly habitable to any but hardy nomads, she was a thing of exotic glory, fetching a handsome price from the wealthy ruler for the barbarians to sail home with. To Azinar, she would be a prize jewel even if she had never become so fond of him as she was; and with the love she showed for him, she was priceless. Shining blue eyes--more wide-eyed and innocent in their look than the sultan had ever seen in the face of another--gazed to him respectfully, twinkling with her smile as she knelt, her slave bells chiming softly. "Your girl is here, my lord." she spoke in soft, sweet tones, reaching out to caress his offered hands with white silk gloves that covered her forearms, ending just above the elbow with golden trim to match the bow in her hair. Similar stockings covered her slender legs, sweetly chiming bells set about her ankles, while a small silk and gold garment cupped her breasts, more to offer them support and decoration than modesty. The only other thing she wore was a golden, bejeweled collar that marked her as royal property. Azinar stroked her, his slenderly muscled body rising as he sat up to caress the girl's pale hair, his dark eyes fixed on her, glittering with the light of desire. Sitting at the edge of the seat, he beckoned to her with one deeply bronzed finger, murmuring, "Come and do me pleasure, my beloved." The slave girl nodded with a small, shining smile that showed just a little of her perfect white teeth, and she brought herself carefully in front of him, the parasol set gently aside. Saerie's soft lips soon engulfed the sultan's shaft, her brilliant blue eyes sparkling with adoration as she welcomed him into her mouth. Her sensual lips held him tight, her tongue teasing him eagerly, dancing round his growing erection. With a moan of pleasure, Azinar caressed his concubine's head affectionately, his shaft rapidly swelling to hardness in her sweet, warm mouth. Her little pink tongue stroked him in the ways she knew that he liked, running the tip of it along the rim of his cock's head while her silken-gloved hands caressed his thighs and stomach. "Mmmmm... ahhh, yes, my love..." the sultan murmured, stroking the girl's ears, the bow in her hair keeping it pulled neatly back so that they were exposed for him to touch. Sensing the heat of his desire and wishing to please her love and Master more, she sucked more eagerly, taking it as far as she could. When the pumping of his hips indicated to her that he needed more, though, she did not take him into her throat, instead letting him out of her mouth and leaning farther forward, her silk-gloved hands deftly removing her little silken top to free her breasts before lifting them towards her Master and lover's shaft. Her big, soft tits wrapped around his bronzed cock and she began to work them up and down along the length of his shaft, her little pink tongue sticking out playfully to tickle the head of his shaft while making sure that enough wetness from her mouth was on him to ensure that her skin would slide nicely over his. Saerie licked all around the edge of his cock's head, her long blonde hair shimmering in the pleasant sun as she rubbed his cock between her ample tits at a growing pace, taking the chance to flick her tongue out to caress around it, beginning to lick gently at the tip of it once more. Azinar lay back, letting out a hot breath as his muscled chest rose and fell more noticably with his excitement at his slave's exquisitely formed pale breasts enveloped his darker-skinned shaft. He closed his eyes for a moment, but soon opened them to watch the beauty of his slave, reaching down to stroke her cheek lovingly as she licked and kissed the tip of his rigid shaft. Each slide of his slave's breasts over his shaft sent pleasure tingling up his spine, and he rolled his shoulders a bit, savoring in the feeling and letting out a moan. After a while, the slave paused in her kissing and licking of his cock's head and spoke shyly to him. "Y...your girl would like you to come inside her, my lord, she craves for you to fill her." Saerie blushed, her voice soft as her pale cheeks pinked and her warm pussy grew wetter inside, ready for her Master to take his pleasure in. Another Master might correct the shy stutter that the little blonde spoke in when their passions began to rise, but Azinar found it rather endearing, and let it be, a smile on his face as he caressed her hair. The girl's voiced desire matched his own thoughts quite well, and he reached down to take the girl under the arms and lift her into his lap, her own movements aiding him as he drew her into his embrace. Bronze lips met pale pink, the kiss of the man and the girl passionate as he ran his fingers through her neatly-tied tail of blonde hair that shone in the sun, the pleasant lap of the water at the side of the pool and the rustle of breeze through the palm fronds carrying the sweet scents of flowers surrounding their senses as their focus drew towards each other. Saerie moaned into Azanar's mouth eagerly, and their tongues soon twined round each other, dancing together as the girl's silk-clad fingers traced delicate, aimless patterns over her Master's upper back. Gently, Azinar adjusted the position of his slavegirl on his lap, bringing her tender, cleanly-waxed mound to touch against his shaft, the smooth skin caressing him before he found her wet, inviting entrance. Her soft, pink, dainty-lipped sex opened to the cock that stood with the tone and hardness of bronze, and he slid into her, savoring the fit she made around him. She'd been learning how to maintain herself to be as tight as possible for her Master's pleasure, and he savored in this now. "Ohhhh... your g...girl loves you with all her heart, M...Master..." Saerie murmured to him, her wide eyes shining with a sincerity that showed that this was not a rote slave phrase to be recited until believed by training, but the slave's freely taken feeling, stuttered with the force of her emotion. She rotated her hips, taking his cock deep into her tight sheath. Azinar thrust deep into her, hugging her close so that her large breasts pressed to his firm chest, his lips caressing her beautiful face. The bronze man and the porcelain girl intertwined in passion, her tight pussy working eagerly to milk his heated shaft. Her hair shone pale in the light of the sun, the bow-fastened tail flicking with their movements. Azinar's hands caressed up and down his slave's silky-skinned back, then he drew back from the embrace to caress her soft breasts, teasing the pale pink nipples with this fingertips and bringing another moan from the slender girl. Her brilliant blue eyes gazed at him adoringly, slightly lowered in obedience but glittering with passion. His shaft soon gleamed with her wetness, flesh caressing flesh in that intimate embrace as Saerie undulated over her Master's lap, her lithe body flexing as she took his regal shaft deep into her slick, eager sex. Each movement brought him closer and closer to the edge until he cried out with ecstasy, gripping her tighter as he embraced her and thrust his entire length into her sweet, young pussy. The mage-priests had sealed the girl against conception for him, and he let loose his seed into his lover's womb without hesitation, the hot gushes splattering deep inside her as he cried out to her, embracing her as he filled her youthful body with his hot, fertile essense. Saerie whimpered, her hot, wet pussy milking her Master's cock as she kissed his chest, blushing and smiling as she knew that she had given him great pleasure. They embraced for a time, kissing each other softly, and then, slowly, Azinar lifted the girl off of him, letting her kneel before him and lick his shaft, tasting her nectar there as well as the remnants of his seed, the majority of the thick white goo deep inside Saerie's tight body already. With a soft sound of pleasure, she kissed the tip of his shaft and opened her mouth wide to take it in and suck it, her soft lips caressing there once again until her Master signalled that he had had enough. Retrieving her top and parasol, the adoring slave knelt, savoring in her Master's caress to her head and knowing she'd done a good job. Sighing out pleasantly, she closed her eyes to wait for his next command. "That's a good girl, Saerie. Your Master is very pleased." Sultan Azinar smiled as he caressed Saerie's exotic blonde hair, his own eyes closing as well as he basked in the warm sunshine of his garden. Outside this garden, he was a ruler of thronging multitudes, but here, for a while, he could simply be ruler of this beautiful jewel of a slave girl, who knelt, smiling, at his side. ======