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THE STAFF OF RADAMES
Book Two 
of 
The Erotic Adventures of Solomon Magus 
by
HotScribe 
 
 
CHAPTER ONE 
 
	Arpakshad is a land of exotic wonders. 
	On any given day---save the Day of Celebration, for that is
when all businesses close and all the people remain 
in their homes, or congregate in their spiritual temples to honor
their goddess, Rani---but on most other days, one can 
travel through the marketplace of the city of Mengesha and meet a
variety of merchants from all over the known world, 
and one can also purchase many different items of interest. 
	Foodstuffs, utensils, trinkets, jewellery, clothing, weapons,
even slaves---all are readily available.  Mind you, not 
all are of good quality, but one can certainly barter for a
half-decent price and sometimes a rather rare and beautiful item 
can be had for less than what it is actually worth. 
	So it happened that, in this marketplace, I came to purchase
the Staff of Radames. 
	I had not been seeking the artifact. I had not even heard of
it. But as I was perusing a variety of tools for 
sensual pleasure, the merchant woman of this exotic stall approached
me with a small box. 
	"Solomon Magus, it is good to see you again," she said, for I
had frequented her store in the past and had, on 
occasion, shared an evening of pleasure with her.  In her early
sixties, she stood about a hand's-breadth shorter than I, 
had light brown skin and hair, yet her eyes were of the brightest
azure blue I had ever seen, giving them an almost 
hypnotic look whenever she gazed into your eyes. 
	"And you, Jamila," I replied, giving her a warm smile. "You
have been prosperous?" 
	She shrugged. "Not as much as I might hope.  But I am doing
well.  Perhaps I could interest you in this---?"  She 
waved the box at me. 
	"What shall I do with a box, Jamila?" I inquired with a
chuckle. 
	"My box you may fill any time," she answered with a sly look.
"But, nay! it is the contents of the box which I 
want you to see."  That said, she unlocked the lid and flipped it
open. 
	The object within was, to be sure, an intricately and
delicately carved representation of some man's erect 
member, complete with veins and sac and bulbous head.  Its total
length from tip to base was about the size of my foot. 
	I looked at Jamila.  "And what, pray tell, is this?" 
	An amused smile crossed her face.  "I would have thought you
to be familiar with such an item, since, of 
course, you possess one..." 
	We both laughed simultaneously, then she continued, "However,
this is known as the Staff of Radames which, it 
has been said, has been well-used and passed down by the five queens
of Mizraim." 
	"Really?" I said as I raised an eyebrow.  "And how did it come
to be in your possession?" 
	Jamila coughed.  "You know I cannot reveal my sources,
Solomon. However, I have it on the best authority 
that it is a genuine artifact." 
	"Ah!  And is there a story that comes with it?"  There usually
was. 
	She shrugged. "Not much of one.  According to ancient legends,
there was once a magician named Radames 
who loved an enchantress named Nyla.  So great a lover was Radames
that Nyla had eyes for no one but him.  Then, one 
day, she caught him dallying with her sister, Thais.  Infuriated, Nyla
took a short sword, caught Radames by the privates 
and sliced them off completely.   
	"Presumably the magician bled to death.  At any rate, even
before the member could shrink, Nyla cast a spell, 
solidifying it and turning it into this kanchuka, declaring that
although Radames himself could no longer make love to a 
woman, at least she could be satisfied with the most important part of
his anatomy.  
	"And so, the Staff of Radames was passed down from generation
to generation, beginning with Nyla, who gave 
it to her daughter, and so on, until it came into the possession of
the one who gave it to me." 
	 
	I stared at Jamila.  "You really expect me to believe that?
Besides, my own member is more than enough for 
any woman." 
	"Mmm, yes, indeed!" replied Jamila.  "Still, I'm sure it would
make a decent present for some lady you know." 
	"Perhaps.  And how much are you asking for it?" 
	"One thousand gold pieces." 
	I couldn't help but roar with laughter.  "And is the Staff
made out of gold that you should ask so much?" 
	"You're a wealthy man, Solomon.  One thousand is nothing to
you." 
	"The Staff's probably not worth anything to begin with,
Jamila.  I'll give you two hundred for it." 
	"Solomon!" Jamila exclaimed. "You do me a great injustice.
Seven-fifty at the very most." 
	"Three-fifty," I returned. 
	"Six-fifty," she offered. 
	"Four-fifty." 
	"Five hundred," demanded the merchant with a note of finality.
"Plus an hour of pleasure with you." 
	I grinned.  "Well, that's the first time I've ever been asked
to barter my pleasuring skills." 
	"Do we have a deal?" 
	I sighed heavily.  "All right---five hundred plus an hour of
pleasure." 
 
 
CHAPTER TWO 
 
	It has been said that older women neither want nor enjoy
Bliss.  Whoever conjectured such a thought has not 
met Jamila, for behind this rough-hewn, bartering vendor lies a woman
with great enthusiasm and energy for sensual 
pleasure. 
	Although her time for bearing children had passed, and the
natural fluids of her chamber had dried, yet she 
found ways to make my penetration of her body all the more simpler for
her.  Wise in the ways of the herbalists, she mixed 
various oils and creams and applied them to herself so that not only
would they make entry easier for myself, but also 
painless and more sensuous for her. 
	"Oh, Solomon!" she moaned as I lifted her thighs and rested
them on my own. "It has been so long..."   
	I thrust into her with short jabs, my member reaching to the
very core of her body. 
	"Ah! Yes! Do it now, my love---fill me up with your raging
lion!" 
	I slowed my pace, visualized my staff and murmured the magic
words. 
	Jamila cried aloud with ecstasy as she felt my member suddenly
swell and lengthen, plugging her chamber to 
capacity, pressing against its walls and igniting the fires within
her. 
	"Thrust, my lord!" she called out.  "Let me ride your lion as
never before, let me feel the warmth of your seed." 
	I leaned back, supporting her as she sat upon me, forcing my
rod even deeper into the chasm if it could do so. 
	Rocking back and forth, gyrating her hips, she rode me as I
pushed up into her.  She screamed with joy, and 
screamed yet again, pounding her buttocks down on the tops of my
thighs. 
	I gasped and groaned until, at length, I too could keep silent
no longer.  With a shout of Bliss, I exploded within 
the depths of her channel, the pressure there being so great that my
seed sluiced along my tightly-fit shaft and squirted 
from her box to cover my stomach and thighs, dripping down between my
legs. 
	"Oohhh..."  Jamila was beside herself with exuberant pleasure.
She fell down upon my chest, her tears of thanks 
mixing with the sweat upon my neck.  I wrapped my arms around her,
held her close, comforting her until she fell asleep. 
 
 
 
CHAPTER THREE 
 
	"So, tell me, Jamila," I said a short while later after she
awoke and we lay side-by-side on her bed. "Have you 
ever used the Staff of Radames?" 
	She gazed at me with a curious look. "Why, no, I haven't.  I
never thought to do so, really, since it is considered 
an artifact." 
	I reached down to the floor, lifted the box.  Set it on the
sheets. Opened it. 
	"Would you like to?" I inquired. 
	She stroked my own staff and replied.  "Your own staff is more
than adequate for me, Solomon.  However, 
perhaps later..." 
	I smiled, thanked her for the compliment, closed the lid and
set the box back on the floor. 
	As I lay back against my pillow, Jamila snuggled up to me and
closed her eyes.  The agreed-upon hour of 
pleasure had turned into a night... 
 
	The following morning, I'd risen early while Jamila still
slept to go and have a bath.  As I was returning to her 
bedroom, I heard Jamila moaning, and the sounds were not those of
pain. 
	I did not want to disturb her lest she desired this time
alone, so I discreetly peered through the latticework of a 
small window that adjoined her bedroom to the hallway. 
	The box on the floor was open.  Jamila had removed the Staff
of Radames and was now running the kanchuka 
up and down her body, tracing a line around her nipples, then moving
it up to her mouth so that she could suck on the tip 
while, with her other hand, she stroked her bhagankura---her
clitoris---all the while groaning with pleasure. 
	Now she stopped for a moment, reached for the jar of
lubricating cream beside the bed and scooped out a 
liberal amount, applying it to the Staff of Radames which she then
slipped between her legs and pushed slowly into her 
bhaga.  The chamber swallowed the Staff and Jamila thrusted in and out
with the instrument, her hips rocking and 
gyrating as she began to work up a steady rhythm. 
	I had been getting worked up myself as I watched her and had
begun to take hold of my own staff to pleasure 
myself when I saw something that shrivelled my member in seconds. 
	Jamila had her eyes closed as she enjoyed the pleasure the
Staff brought her when a strange purple glow began 
to emanate from between her legs, then a billowing cloud flowed up
directly above her and solidified into the form of a 
man attached to the base of the kanchuka and had taken over the
plunging movements.   
	And from the general appearance of this creature, I knew
beyond the shadow of a doubt that it could be none 
other than the tormented spirit of Radames himself. 
	It thrust into her again and again.  I could hear Jamila's
cries of ecstasy as she approached her Bliss. It was at 
that moment the creature's hands snaked around her neck and began
squeezing... 
 
	I dashed into the room.  The Radames creature sensed me,
turned its head to look at me, its eyes merely bright 
lights of violet, its face twisted in a sneer of disdain, 
	I didn't wait for anything else to happen.  My only concern
was for Jamila's safety for she had begun to choke 
and moan all at the same time, not really grasping the full intent of
the conflicting emotions she was experiencing, not 
knowing that at the same time she reached Bliss, her life would also
be snuffed out. 
	I thrust out my hand, spoke two mystic words.  Immediately a
yellow coil of light spurted forth, spiralled through 
the air and wrapped itself around the upper torso of this thing that
was Radames. 
	The spirit-creature shrieked in torment, loosened its hold on
Jamila's throat and pulled away from her.  The Staff 
popped out of her chamber and the creature tumbled to the floor.  The
yellow tendrils around its form squeezed tighter.  
The creature's eyes blazed at me with unholy anger and torment, but it
could not free itself. 
	After another magic word from me, a mystic short sword formed
in my hand.  I sped forward, grasped the Staff.  
Fell back as its cream-covered surface slipped through my hand. 
	The creature attempted to roll away, but I grabbed a piece of
cloth and with it, held on to the cursed kanchuka 
once more.  With one fast swipe of the sword, the Staff of Radames
parted from its owner.  The creature howled in rage, 
dissolved into a purple cloud and vanished. 
	I dropped the artifact into the box, slammed the lid shut,
then turned to Jamila.  Realizing what had happened, 
she threw her arms around me,  sobbed onto my shoulder and thanked me
for saving her life. 
 
	It was some years later that I learned the full truth of the
story behind the artifact.  It seems the queens of 
Mizraim all died under mysterious circumstances, each apparently
strangled by some unknown assailant and the 
kanchuka still lodged in her chamber.  No one ever seemed to guess the
artifact was cursed and contained the vicious 
spirit of the ancient lover seeking revenge. 
	So, the Staff of Radames still lies in its box on my shelf.
And there it will remain, sealed, forever. 
 
END


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