It was night again. Mute servants came and blindfolded Anais. She tried to avoid their touch but soon resigned herself. There was no escaping it.
They led her to the usual preparation room. She felt the humidity of hot water. The space with a large bathtub and a simple bed suffocating with fragrance and moisture.
The hands mechanically undressing her were now familiar. The loose, wide-sleeved Kamar clothing, designed to endure the hot desert climate, came off easily.
Her body was washed, and expensive perfumed oil was applied all over to moisturize her relatively dry skin. The thought that the oil poured on Anais’s body every night would sell for more than its weight in gold in her homeland Irene only briefly crossed her mind before being forgotten.
Because the hands applying the oil delved into her private parts. This never became familiar, no matter how many times it happened. For them, it was just part of the preparation, but that small action was enough to eat away at Anais’s mind.
Becoming a tool for someone else’s satisfaction could hardly be called a life.
But unaware of Anais’s endlessly sinking inner self, the hands probed inside her vagina.
“S-stop…!”
This had never happened before. Anais cried out in shock, but they didn’t stop. Instead, they firmly held down her wrists and ankles so she couldn’t move.
Unable to close her legs, a hot hand pressed down on her clitoris between her widely spread legs and entered her slippery vagina, lubricated by the oil. Though she hadn’t realized it earlier, the hand forcefully parting her tight vagina was clearly that of a man.
‘A man?’
Wasn’t there only one man in this harem? Even the eunuchs were chosen from those who had lost their manhood from childhood, so they couldn’t have such hands. Moreover, those hands skillfully stimulated the most sensitive spot just inside Anais’s vagina.
“N-no…!”
Who could be doing this? Anais twisted her body in refusal, but her firmly held body wouldn’t budge. Instead, the hands moved faster, spreading her vagina and stimulating her inner walls.
The thick fingers thrust deeper and harder, as if they were a phallus. All the while, they didn’t forget to stimulate her clitoris, pressing down on it. The pleasure was breaking Anais down.
The stimulation pouring in from inside and outside was mercilessly trying to submerge Anais. All she could do was struggle to keep her mind from collapsing under the pleasure. Betraying Anais’s efforts, her lower parts overflowed with love juices, making wet sounds.
“Stop! Ahnn…!”
A thin moan escaped involuntarily. Anais’s cheeks burned red with shame.
“Ah, aahnn, no, please stop…ah!”
Once let out, the moans kept escaping. She could feel the mixture of oil and love juices flowing down the inside of her thighs.
“Haaah…!”
Finally, as Anais reached a light climax, thick honey-like fluid overflowed from her private parts. The hands stimulating her below must have gotten wet too. Tears flowed from under Anais’s blindfold.
Her sensitive body couldn’t help but tighten around the fingers as they withdrew, crying out. When the fingers pulled out, the empty feeling in her wet, twitching vagina was unbearable. She felt ready to accept a man’s member right away.
Then, a low male laugh was heard from above her head.
“To be in heat like this outside the bedroom. I’ll have to correct this habit of yours.”
There was only one man in this harem who could speak Irene.
“S-Sultan….”
Anais called him with a rustling voice.
She felt the hands that had been holding her disappear. Her body was already sensitively heated, flinching even at his casual touch.
All this preparation was for him.
Sultan Karim. Karim Kamar Assad. The fifth son of the Padisha and the master of the harem where she was confined.
‘What whim brought him here?’
In a moment, Anais would go to his bedchamber. She felt a coolness on her heated body.
Even though she wanted to assess the situation, her eyes remained tightly covered. She had spent countless nights in his arms, but Anais didn’t know what his face looked like.
In the Sultan’s or Padisha’s harem, it was the rule of the Kamar harem that no one except the Haseki Sultan, the official consort, could see his face.
Anais only knew the touch of his hands embracing her, the warmth of his body, and the large manhood that dug deep inside her, stirring her up.
“It’s not bad doing it in a place like this.”
Was it really just a simple whim? But knowing that when he acted this exceptionally, it would be an unbearable night, Anais acted cautiously.
Anais, already fully prepared, closed her eyes again under the silk blindfold as she accepted the man.
Karim treated her as if she were a ripe peach. He licked and sucked at her soft skin, fragrant with oils, and the sweet juices flowing from her moist private parts, as if they were the nectar of a fruit.
“Ah, please… Ahh!”
Each time, Anais couldn’t withstand the intense pleasure and tried to push him away, but strong hands and firm arms didn’t let her go. As always, it was Anais’s role to crumble first.
“What are you begging for?”
Anais’s body collapsed once more as the lips attached to her womanhood deliberately made a low sound. Though the caress was familiar, far from diminishing, her body, now knowing pleasure, heated up more and more. She wanted greater pleasure.
“Sultan, please…”
“Tell me with your own mouth what you want me to do.”
Tears of shame fell drop by drop. She felt a gentle hand wiping away those tears, but this only made Anais feel more dejected.
“Y-your… inside… Ah!”
No sooner had Anais finished speaking than Karim’s manhood roughly spread open her entrance. Even just the round tip was enough to stretch her tightly, but pleasure greater than pain dominated Anais.
“Ah, ahh…!”
“No matter how many times I enter, your body makes me thirsty. Anais?”
Anais couldn’t answer Karim’s question. The deeply entering manhood moved roughly, and it was all Anais could do to receive its movements.
“I, I don’t… hnn!”
She felt Karim’s large hand caress her slender waist, then move up to grasp her breast. His fingertips, hardened from holding a sword, rubbed her nipple as if teasing her most sensitive part. Anais’s delicate body trembled at the stimulation to her nipple, which was already swollen and erect.
“Down here you’re sweetly wet, greedily squeezing my manhood, and your hips are moving lustfully, yet you say you don’t know?”
“N-no, that’s not…ah, ahh!”
Anais shook her head, but it was as Karim said. Her hips moved in rhythm with Karim’s movements, and her inner walls tightened each time his member entered and withdrew.
“If only these lips were as honest as your body.”
Soon she felt Karim’s lips on hers. As his tongue naturally entered, Anais immediately opened her mouth to accept it.
“No, perhaps your lips are honest too?”
Karim’s voice was mixed with laughter. Anais’s already rosy cheeks turned even redder, but soon their tongues intertwined, making moist sounds. As Karim’s tongue caressed the delicate inner membrane, her lower parts tightened.
When she first came here unknowingly and was embraced by Karim, she felt pain. But her body quickly learned and became accustomed to pleasure. However, she could never get used to Karim’s manhood filling her tightly.
“Ah, ah, ahh…!”
As their lips parted, the manhood filling Anais’s walls moved increasingly strongly. The blunt tip pounded the sensitive spots inside her moist walls, and the thick shaft stirred and split those inner walls. The intensifying movements became too difficult to match.
“You are mine, Anais. Your body and soul.”
The low voice in her ear gave her goosebumps. Anais barely managed to move her hips to follow his movements.
Each time the large manhood thrust, light flashed before her covered eyes. The breast in Karim’s hand felt increasingly hot. It was as if Karim’s hand was gripping her entire heart.
“More, ahh, no, stop… Ah!”
Words that couldn’t form properly scattered mixed with moans. Tears streamed from Anais’s eyes, soaking the silk covering them.
It felt like her brain would melt like ice cream from the unbearable pleasure.
“No, ah, ahhh…!”
Anais’s toes curled as she reached her climax. Her smooth calves and soft inner thighs trembled.
Her toes slipped several times on the smooth leather bed made for applying fragrances, but Karim, still unsatisfied, continued to drive into her.
“Stop, ahh, no more…!”
“Why don’t you stop moving these lewd hips before speaking?”
“No, ahh, ahh!”
The pleasure overlaying her body that had already climaxed was hard to bear. Nevertheless, her hips and buttocks tightened and twisted, trying to take in more of the large manhood in pursuit of greater pleasure.
The wet sounds of the hard manhood entering and leaving her soaked entrance, and the lewd sounds of moist skin sticking and separating filled the humid room.
“You’re going crazy with heat.”
“Ahh, no. Sultan. Please, ah…!”
The large manhood twitched inside her walls as it climaxed. Her sensitive walls, stimulated continuously, felt even that as pleasure.
