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“That’s nice,” the sultan said. “Thank the King of Persia for me.”

“But that’s not all,” the emissary said. “I have one more gift for you, more precious far than all these.” He waved his hand over the jewels, then clapped three times.

The four slaves left the room and returned holding a curtain made of bloodred silk, woven with silver threads. They walked toward the throne and when they got near the sultan, they swept the curtain aside to reveal a tiny figure covered with silken veils of every hue.

“For your pleasure, Your Highness,” the emissary said.

One by one, he began to remove the veils, until the tiny figure was covered, head to foot, only in a veil of pure spun silver.

“You may want to have the rest of your court leave, Your Highness, so only your eyes will behold the beauty I have brought you,” the emissary said.

The sultan made a tiny nod and the vizier herded everyone out of the throne room. When the sultan, the vizier, and the emissary were alone with the tiny figure, the emissary dramatically removed the silver veil. The lower half of the virgin’s face was covered with a tiny veil of pure gold, but otherwise she was naked.

The sultan sat up and looked her over carefully. Her skin was a flawless light beige that had never seen the light of the sun. Her breasts were small, ripe globes of tempting flesh. Her hips were narrow and her legs were long and magnificently shaped. Between her legs, her hair had been shaved to reveal her pouting lips.

She stood absolutely still except for her hands, which trembled at her sides.

“I want to see her face,” the sultan said as his eyes roamed the virgin’s body.

The virgin’s head had been respectfully lowered, so the emissary raised her face to the sultan. Then, in one swift motion, he removed the last veil. The woman’s eyes were downcast, but the sultan could see that they were blue, a very unusual color in his country. Her hair was golden and fell in long waves down her back. Her face was as beautiful as her body.

“Look at me,” the sultan said.

The woman’s eyes remained focused on the floor.

“She has never known any home but the woman’s quarters of the palace in Persia, Your Highness,” the emissary explained. “We have brought her here for you innocent. She was prepared for your entry by a eunuch several years ago, but she has never been taught the arts of love. We thought that you might enjoy teaching her yourself.”

“What is your name?” the sultan asked.

“My name is Serena, Highness,” she said, her voice barely audible.

“Do you want to serve me?” the sultan asked.

“Oh yes, Your Highness.”

“Are you afraid of me?”

She hesitated, then decided to tell him the truth. “Yes, Your Highness.”

The sultan roared with laughter. “At least you’re honest. Look at me!” he commanded.

Serena raised her eyes and looked at the sultan for the first time. There was both fear and excitement in her gaze.

The sultan smiled, it would be a great pleasure to show her his power and then teach her about love.

“She is pure?” the sultan asked.

“Yes, Your Highness. She is completely innocent in the ways of love. I hope she pleases you.”

“She will.” The sultan turned to his vizier. “Take her to the woman’s quarters and prepare her. Then bring her to me tonight.”

“Yes, Your Highness.”

That evening, Serena was brought to the sultan’s rooms naked. She was surprised that she and the sultan were not alone. Four male slaves stood next to the sultan, and across the room two girls looked at her and whispered. Everyone was as naked as she was.

The slave who had brought her pushed her into the room and closed the door behind her. She bowed low and remained there, not knowing what she was supposed to do.

“Come here, Serena,” the sultan said.

Barefoot, she padded to the sultan’s chair. She wanted to cover her bare breasts but didn’t dare.

“Do you know what goes on between a man and a woman?” he asked.

Her reply was a blush that covered her entire body.

The sultan snapped his fingers. Two slaves came forward and, with little ceremony, removed all his robes.

“Look at me,” the sultan said. “Have you ever seen a naked man before?”

Again, she was silent.

He held his limp penis. “This is what I will use to open your love portal. I will show you how it is done.”

Again, he snapped his fingers. “Anita, come here.”

A girl of twenty, about Serena’s age, came forward. “I wish to show Serena how it is between a man and a woman,” he said. “Make me ready.”

Anita got down on her knees and drew the sultan’s penis into her mouth. She sucked it deeply, then slowly pulled away and let her lips hold it tightly. She repeated her in-and-out movements until the sultan’s cock was fully erect.

Serena shook as she stared at his huge erection. That cannot possibly fit into my body, she thought.

“Show me what you have learned so far,” the sultan said. “Suck on it yourself.”

Serena hesitated.

“You must learn that when I tell you to do something, you do it. Without question. Do you understand?”

Serena nodded.

“I will let it pass this time. Should you hesitate again, I will have to show you my displeasure.”

Serena knelt before the sultan and looked at his cock.

“Touch it,” he said, “and put it into your mouth as you saw Anita do.”

She touched it with her fingers and wrapped her hand around its girth. She wanted to please him but she was terrified. She shuddered, pulled back, and looked up at the sultan.

He said nothing, but instead looked at one of his slaves. Serena followed his gaze. The slave held a whip, which Serena was sure he wouldn’t hesitate to use if the sultan ordered him to.

“You understand. Now, do as you’re told.”

She held him again, licked her lips, and touched her mouth to the tip of his erect cock. She felt him shiver as she took him deep into her throat. Then she pulled her head back but kept a vacuum in her mouth as she withdrew. After a few strokes, he grasped the back of her hair and pulled her face away.

“You learn quickly,” he said. He pulled her upright, reached down, and poked a finger into the naked folds between her legs. She was still dry, but the sultan wasn’t surprised. He had lots of patience and this girl would be worth the wait and the trouble of training her.

“Let me show you how fucking is done. Anita,” he called, “present yourself to me for fucking.”

Anita stretched out on the bed, her legs spread wide. She touched her mound to demonstrate that, unlike Serena, she was ready for him to enter her.

Serena tried to look away but felt the sultan’s hand wind in her hair. He gripped her tightly and held her head so it faced the bed. “You must watch how this is done so you may learn.”

The sultan bent over Anita’s body and began to suck on her nipples. Gradually, as Anita became more and more excited, the sultan’s licking moved lower, until his tongue was firmly lodged between her legs. As Serena watched, he licked, pressing his tongue deeply into all the folds of Anita’s flesh.

The sultan looked at Serena. “I wish to save my cock for you, my dear,” he said, “but there are ways to give pleasure without using my penis.” He turned back and worked his tongue over Anita’s swollen clit.

Serena wanted to look away but she was also fascinated, so she continued to watch.

The sultan’s tongue licked and flicked as he reached up and squeezed Anita’s nipples. He changed his cadence, first licking with quick strokes, then slow, long passes of his tongue. Suddenly, he plunged his tongue deep into Anita’s body. She screamed and climaxed.

The sultan stood up and looked at Serena. “Do you see what pleasure a woman can get?”

“Yes, Your Highness.”

“Would you like me to love you like that? It would please me if you wanted it, but it is no real matter. I will have you one way or the other.”

Serena took a deep breath and let it out slowly. She was surprised as she realized that she did want it. “I want to please you, Highness,” Serena whispered.

“Then arrange yourself on the bed.”

Serena stretched out on the bed. She already felt a tingling sensation between her legs and her juices made her slippery as she moved.

The sultan leaned down and tasted her wetness. “You are already ready for me,” he said, smiling, “but I want to show you some of the joys that are in store for someone who learns to please and take pleasure.”

He used his long fingers to hold her lips wide open and, first gently, then firmly, he licked and tasted her. As he felt her get more and more excited, he reached up and took one of Serena’s erect nipples in his fingers. Serena gasped as the sultan flicked her tight bud with the tip of his tongue and nipped it with his teeth while he pinched and squeezed her tender nipples. She thrashed her head back and forth as her body became more and more excited. Soon, Serena could stand no more. With the sultan’s tongue inside of her, she climaxed, screaming.

Quickly, the sultan lay down on the bed and pulled Serena on top of him. He raised her to a sitting position, then lifted her hips and impaled her slippery body on his erection.

“I like to see your beautiful breasts right above my face.” He took one nipple in his fingers and pulled her over so that her breasts hung over his mouth. He lifted his head and took one in his mouth and suckled.

He sucked and pumped upward until his penis erupted.

Moments later, the sultan lay back on the bed, satisfied.

“You learn well,” the sultan said. “Now you can retire for the night and rest up for tomorrow’s lesson. There are many more things to learn.”

MIRROR, MIRROR

Once upon a time, there was a princess in a tiny kingdom. Princess Veronica had long golden hair and a heart-shaped face with blue eyes and soft pink cheeks. Her lips were small but promised a sensual kiss for any man who would dare to kiss her, but no one ever had kissed the princess. She was her father’s oldest child and, as such, she was heir to the throne. Therefore, from her birth, no one had been allowed anywhere near her except her mother—the queen—and an array of nurses, governesses, and tutors.

On the day of her eighteenth birthday, Veronica’s father threw a lavish party for her. He invited everyone of importance in his realm and handsome princes from every one of the adjoining kingdoms. It was time to choose a husband for the princess.

Huge tables were set up in the great hall of the castle to accommodate the hundreds of guests. A sumptuous feast was served and everyone ate heartily. During the meal, the king carefully pointed out each of the princes and extolled his virtues, it mattered very little to him which of the eligible men she chose, as long as she chose one quickly and started making little princesses and princes of her own. The princess studied each of the princes and tried to imagine what it would be like to spend her life with one of them. She knew that her father wanted only her happiness and would listen carefully to her wishes.

After dinner, the dancing began and Princess Veronica danced with each of the suitors. She talked with each of them and tried to imagine joining her life with his and jointly ruling the large kingdom.

“They’re all so dull,” she quietly told her mother. “One is more boring than the last. The idea of being closed up in this castle with any one of them makes me miserable. They treat me like some delicate flower, incapable of any feelings. I doubt that any one of them would even touch me, except maybe once a year when it was necessary to make another baby.”

Her mother smiled indulgently, but she also realized that there was no escape from the need to make a decision that weekend.

After the dancing, gifts were presented to the princess. Her parents gave her a small château for her and her prince to live in after their marriage, before she became queen. Each of her sisters gave her a beautiful hand-embroidered gown covered with precious jewels. Dozens of wealthy landowners from throughout the land gave her gifts, as did each of the hopeful princes, one gift duller than the last. By the end of the evening, the princess had seventeen golden goblets with various precious stones, six diamond necklaces, and three new carriages, each with liveried drivers and footmen. It was all she could do not to yawn in everyone’s faces.

Just when Veronica thought all the gift giving was finished, a short, motherly-looking woman bustled into the back of the hall. “I’m sorry I’m late,” she said, puffing, “but my gift was late in arriving, and my coach broke a wheel. But here I am, darling Veronica, and it’s time for my gift.”

As the woman bustled down the center aisle of the great hall, Veronica heard a gasp. “It’s Queen Bella of Maravia,” someone said.

Queen Bella was Veronica’s godmother but, because of the war between the two countries, she hadn’t seen her goddaughter since Veronica’s fifth birthday.

“What’s that woman doing here?” the king muttered. “We’ve been at war with Maravia for more than ten years. I’ll have her thrown out.”

“Hush,” the queen said under her breath. “She’s Veronica’s godmother and the trouble between our kingdom and hers occurred when Veronica was just a small girl. They exchange letters and so Veronica is very fond of her. I won’t have you making a scene at this party.”