The guard exclaimed in surprise. Anais’s heart sank. Sultan? She quickly knelt on the ground and bowed her head.
-It’s nothing, Sultan. Dalia Usta sent an Odalik on an errand, but she was wearing a veil in the courtyard, so I cautioned her.
-Is that so?
Please, please just pass by. In that brief moment, Anais prayed endlessly. But her prayers were not answered.
-Raise your head.
The authoritative voice was young and full of vigor. Anais raised her head with her eyes tightly shut, as Dalia had taught her. She felt something cold and blunt lifting her veil. Thinking back now, it must have been Karim’s scabbard.
As Anais’s face was revealed, she heard the guards around her gasp.
A moment felt like an eternity. The tension made it difficult for her to interpret the conversations happening above her head, causing her to break out in a cold sweat.
-White skin and platinum blonde hair. I’ve never heard of a foreigner becoming an Odalik…
-I-I came in recently.
Anais barely managed to answer, hiding her trembling hands under her sleeves, hoping the Sultan and guards wouldn’t notice.
She was a pitiful sinner awaiting the verdict of the goddess of fate. But the goddess of fate was not on her side.
-Interesting. Bring this woman to me tonight.
It felt as if the goddess of fate was playing a cruel trick on Anais. She thought she could hear mocking laughter.
-Yes, Sultan.
Anais tried to say something, but her arms were already seized by someone.
-You’re lucky. When you become a high-ranking lady later, remember me.”
The guard who had caught Anais said smugly.
Deep despair and resignation weighed her down.
Despair made Anais powerless. Even as she was led away by servants to prepare for her night with the Sultan, Anais passively accepted their touch.
Her body was washed, and fragrant oils were applied all over. Those adorning Anais must have noticed that she had been under someone’s care for a long time, but they didn’t react at all.
When her private parts were thoroughly cleaned and someone’s hand entered deep inside, Anais had to swallow her tears.
She was dressed in lavish ornaments and expensive clothes to be presentable to the Sultan, but soon her eyes were covered with a blindfold, preventing her from seeing herself clearly. She didn’t need to see anyway.
With her eyes covered, Anais was led by someone’s hand to an unknown place. After turning through various corridors until she lost all sense of direction, she heard the creaking sound of a door opening.
-Come in.
It was the Sultan’s voice she had heard earlier. Young, and threateningly low.
-Come closer.
At that command, Anais hesitantly stepped forward. However, walking without sight was harder than she thought, and soon her feet tangled, causing her to fall forward.
-Is this how you seduce?
The Sultan caught Anais as she fell. She felt his firm, smooth chest against her cheek.
-N-no, Sultan. I’m being disrespectful…
Anais couldn’t hide her trembling body. A single wrong move could end her life.
-Well, not bad.
The Sultan’s hand grabbed Anais’s buttocks. As his large hand kneaded her small but soft buttocks, she could feel the perfumed oil applied deep inside her vagina becoming slippery as her perineum and vaginal opening were pulled.
Startled by this sensation, Anais soon felt something hot and soft touching the nape of her neck.
-Ah…!
-Beautiful skin. I like it.
As she felt something firm biting and sucking on her skin, Anais realized it was the Sultan’s lips.
-What’s your name?
-A-Anais, Sultan.
She felt her clothes sliding down her body and falling to the floor. The man’s large hand touched her back, now exposed to the cold night air.
-Uh…!
His firm fingertips traced her shoulder blades and spine one by one. A hot moan involuntarily escaped her lips.
-Pretty breasts too.
Meanwhile, the lips that had been biting her neck moved down to her collarbone, leaving marks, and then enveloped the pink nipple at the end of her round breast. As he took the entire areola into his mouth and sucked strongly, a sensation she had never felt before heated her body.
“Ah, stop…!”
Unable to hold back, she blurted out in Irene’s language. Anais was shocked and covered her mouth, but the Sultan pushed her even further.
“Sultan, you can’t… Ah!”
Her words of refusal scattered, mixed with cries of pleasure. Her thoroughly teased nipples were swollen and firmly erect.
-Such a sensitive body. It’s fun.
“Hah!”
Anais’s body trembled as he flicked her erect nipples with his fingers. However, an even greater stimulation followed, shaking her fragile body.
The Sultan laid Anais down on the bed and spread her legs, which had been tightly closed until then. She felt his gaze on her most private area, a place she had never shown anyone before today. Anais’s face flushed with shame.
Soon, his hot and sensual lips touched her slender waist, her navel, and then her womanhood, which was already glistening with clear fluid like dew.
-Fortunately, you’re properly wet.
“Not there, ah, uh…!”
-A bit insufficient, though.
But no one could stop the Sultan. He gently bit the protruding clitoris above her intimate valley, which no one had ever invaded before, and licked it thoroughly with his tongue.
Anais moaned at the pleasure she had never felt before, clutching only the sheets of the bed she was lying on. She couldn’t grab onto the Sultan.
Is this what lovemaking is supposed to be like? The Sultan pleasuring a slave?
As an adult, she wasn’t completely unfamiliar with the concept of intercourse between men and women. Among the lessons Dahlia had given her after entering the harem, there were instructions about intercourse with the Sultan. However, most of it was about how women should please the Sultan, not about receiving pleasure from him.
Anais was confused by the Sultan’s actions, which were so different from what she had expected, but she helplessly succumbed to the pleasure he was giving her. She wanted to push him away, but she couldn’t.
“No, stop… Ah…!”
-You don’t really mean that. You should speak properly.
That was Anais’s first orgasm. Her delicate body, unaccustomed to pleasure, could only tremble at the overwhelming sensation. Even though her vaginal walls hadn’t been stimulated, her fluids overflowed to the entrance.
The Sultan seemed to enjoy watching her innocent body, previously unfamiliar with pleasure, gradually learning and becoming lost in it. His fingers played with Anais’s wet vaginal opening before pushing inside.
