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Authors name: Zeus
X E N A T H E W A R R I O R P R I N C E S S
PART 2 OF 9
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"What's your name, ranger?" she called out.
"Milan. And yours."
"Xena."
Milan's eyes widened with recognition, then he
flushed as he felt his heart quicken and his penis
swell when he realized who had been pressed naked
against him.
Xena wanted to laugh, but something touched her
heart when he kept his gaze even with hers, even though
so many emotions were running through his body and
mind. One thing for sure, this boy could keep his cool.
"Have something to eat, Milan. We have to get
moving."
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The ship with the bright yellow sails docked
smoothly, barely making a sound as it came against the
pier where the sheik stood. The sheik was a man in
white robes piped with golden thread. A single, huge
diamond rested in a silver pendant that adorned his
turban. The passenger of the schooner was a an obese
middle aged man clad in a dark caftan. His own turban
was as plane as his other garb, but on his hip rode an
ornately jeweled dagger.
"Greetings, Tahir Arrani, Master of the Bandar
Guild of Assassins."
"Well met, Hafez Makhi, Lord of Corsairs," the
aging assassin returned the elaborate bow.
"You're just in time, dear friend. Raiding has
gone well this season."
Makhi's pirates roamed the waters of the Blood
Sea. Pickings had been slim, with more merchants turn-
ing to Dunwich's navy and the marines of the Sea Prin-
ces' fleet for protection as the war dragged into its
second year. That was until Makhi's bold plan unfolded.
They stood atop his solution to their problem now. The
dock was not on firm land, but perched on the edge of a
giant carapace. The cunning pirate had captured one of
the zaraten, a race of gigantic seagoing creatures that
were the size of an island and roamed the warm waters
to the south. Makhi had established a fortress on the
back of the mammoth turtle and docked his pirate fleet
in the hollows of its shell. Arrani was one of the few
people who ever knew the whereabouts of the floating
citadel. Even if anyone could find it, they would have
to sail through barrages from the catapults and bal-
listae that ringed the stronghold and the face the five
hundred buccaneers that manned them. Makhi planned to
take Calimport, the city guarding the mouth of the
Camroot River, then sail his raiders up the river and
deep into the mainland.
"So, I hope it is good news, you bring my
friend."
Arrani smiled grandly. "Yes. The guild will
pay you with new weapons. The blockades are much easier
to run these days. And the khans to the east have a
weakness for your fair-haired wenches that lets me set
my prices ridiculously high."
Tahir Arrani was the sheik's link to the slave
markets of Bandar. Makhi had been raiding the coastline
not only for treasure and provisions to sell to mercen-
aries of the Blood Sea War, but had been earning huge
sums with the sale of captured youths. The harems and
brothels of the shady port cities were never full
enough to please their greedy proprietors.
"Come, let us dine and celebrate good business."
They went back to his palace. The marble floors
and columns were a welcome replica of the guild house
where the two had started. There was a banquet of fresh
fruits, meats, and warm bread spread out before them.
As they were seated, Makhi nodded to his eunuch guard,
who ushered in the latest spoils of the raid on the
coastal cities.
Seven women, with hair like spun gold and ala-
baster skin, stood in a line before the two. They were
completely naked, as was the custom for the host to
display his wives and concubines for his guests. In
Makhi's case though, it was his sales pitch to his best
customer. Arrani was transfixed by the voluptuous young
slaves, who were drugged with the resin of a bitter
herb that robbed them of their will and replaced it
with animal passion. They wore the collars of appren-
tice slave girls, with their hair pulled back by silk
barrettes so that the buyer could examine their faces
closely for blemishes or signs of misuse. Makhi's per-
sonal concubines had prepared each one, oiling and
milking their skins, shaving and perfuming their woman-
ly charms for the act of love.
Arrani looked to his host for approval, who
smiled and nodded his assent. He held his platter up
for the slave boy. Instead of placing his dish there,
he spit his unswallowed mouthful of food into the
teen's hand and staggered to the girl in the middle of
the display. He reached out with a greasy, trembling
hand and hefted one of her large breasts. The areolas
of which were huge and shell pink. He reached between
her strong thighs with the other hand, running a ringed
finger between the cleft of her plump labia. He only
became aware of Makhi's voice when the eunuch guard
pressed a scimitar under his chin.
"I said," Makhi intoned with renewed patience,
now that he had the assassin's attention once more,
"that that one is for final sale only. She is the
daughter of a noble, so her hands and feet are not
toughened from labor."
"I'll buy her right now!" the trembling guild
master said as he reached for his pouch.
"Afraid not, old friend," Makhi said bene-
volently. "The padishah has made an offer already."
"I'll offer double whatever he did."
"The weapons shipment?"
Arrani balked at the thought He had bought en-
tire barges full of slave women for half that price.
But his eyes rested on the maiden, who had slid down to
the furs that were conveniently placed in the center of
the audience hall. Her eyes were almond shaped, like
the elves of the Freehold woodlands, her lips full and
parted moistly as she wrapped her arms round his knees. He had no chance to resist.
"Done."
Makhi cackled delightedly and beckoned to three
of the women for himself.
Princess Esmerelda was only faintly aware of
the man's hands on her breasts as he sucked each one of
her nipples. As if in betrayal to her own body, they
hardened underneath the bearded mouth. She seemed to
view her own rape as if she were watching it from her
bedroom window in Dunwich Keep. The voice that whis-
pered into the old man's ear, telling how good his lips
felt, was that of a waterfront whore trying to please a
wealthy customer. The tongue that trailed down the side
of his neck, tasting his salty sweat and the heat of
his desire, belonged to a woman who had been deprived
of a man's pleasure for long years. She watched the
fat, hairy man press his engorged penis against her
smooth thigh, the heat of it was urgent and barely con-
taining his seed. The strange woman captured his head
between her hands, began to suck on his outstretched
tongue like it was a ripe plum, tasting the flavor of
the morsel he had just eaten.
Arrani rolled his eyes with lust as the harem
girl softly kneaded his scrotum and blew a sweet puff
of breath into his open mouth. She swung her long,
powerful legs over him and swallowed his drooling cock.
He licked at the glistening, quivering folds of her
pussy, mouthing the tender insides of her thighs and
slipping the tip of his tongue experimentally into the
pink pucker of her ass. Esmerelda moaned and stroked
his cock firmly as he snaked his tongue farther in. She
crawled forward on all fours, her legs spread wide, as
she looked over her shoulder at him with lust filled
hooded eyes.
The master assassin stroked his cock with an-
ticipation as he stared at the girl's dripping pussy.
He glanced up at the other females, who were rubbing
their crotches as they watched their companion work on
their guest. He motioned to one, a youngster who had
just crossed into womanhood, to kneel in front of him.
She knelt and wrapped her arms around his waist
looking at Esmerelda and licking her lips with longing.
Arrani commanded Esmerelda to play with herself, then
pulled the teenager's head to his waiting shaft.
Esmerelda leaned against a pillowed couch, the
fingers of both her hands plunged into her pussy and
anus as she watched the girl fellate the leering man. A
drop of saliva drooled out the side of his mouth as he
huffed with the girl's exquisite rhythm, and the young
harem wench stretched her tongue out to catch it before
she returned to her oral labors.
Arrani pulled her head away and motioned for
her to lay with her head between Esmerelda's knees. He
put a hand around Esmerelda's waist, his belly pressed
against her smooth back. The slave girl stroked his
cock as she flicked her tongue across Esmerelda's clit.
She gave Arrani's cock an appreciative suck before she
guided it into Esmerelda's wet vagina.
Arrani let out a hooting groan as he sank his
cock into her. Esmerelda looked into his eyes, ran her
tongue across her teeth with unrepentant lust as she
wriggled her hips and met his thrusts. The old man
couldn't keep up the pace long, and after a dozen or so
thrusts he bucked twice as he sprayed his semen inside
of her.
As he pulled out, the little slave girl jumped
in and began to lick the seed from Esmerelda's shaven
pussy lips. Eager to feel the master's thrusts for her-
self, she wiped the spent juices from the inside of
Esmerelda's pussy and smeared it between the cheeks of
her own ass, slipping two fingers inside her rectum,
then knelt prostrate before her master. The assassin
found himself gripped with lust greater than anything
he had felt before as he eyed the small girl's waiting
pucker. He leaned forward and pressed the head of his
shaft into her waiting ass. He was probably too big and
she was not loose enough, but the harem girl's lust
would not be denied. She pressed back with the strength
of her supple young body and he penetrated her sphin-
cter with a lunge that caused him to bite down on his
lip. The girl screamed and rubbed her clit furiously as
she pumped on his fat cock. Esmerelda was kissing the
old assassin deeply, her hand at work between her own
legs. Arrani shouted out with release as his seed
spurted into the young girls bowels. The three of them
collapsed back onto the furs and lay panting from their
carnal exertions. The other harem girls soothed them
with gentle massages and cool washcloths as they waited
for their turn with the master.
CONTINNUED IN PART 3...