An Englishwoman's Arabian Night (Historical Romance Book 1) Page 3

  “Oh, yes, I did.” Lenora tossed her an apple. “And there’ll be more such nights as clearly the man favors women like us.”

  “Oh, I would love that.” Helena replied excitedly as she sank her teeth into the juicy fruit. “I’m ready for an encore performance tonight.”

  “Well, it won’t be tonight, mon ami.” The Frenchwoman laughed with a shake of her head. “Maybe next week or in ten days.”

  “Oh, my.” Helena looked disappointed. “But I would assume a man of his prowess could do this every night.”

  “Oh, he does indeed.” Lenora nodded. “He has over a hundred women in his harem. Most barely get to him once a month. We, being a novelty, get the privilege of a week at a time.”

  “Hmm, I see.” Helena stretched herself lazily. “And what do we do until then.”

  “Eat, drink, make merry.” The redhead shrugged.

  “I mean… for sex.” Helena eyed the other woman.

  “Well, he’s the only man here.” Lenora smirked.

  “What of all the able bodied soldiers of the Kahn?” Helena said thoughtfully.

  “Only those that have a death-wish will encroach upon the Kahn’s women.” Lenora smiled. “But we girls here have other ways to keep ourselves entertained.”

  “Ah, I can make a good guess…” Helena looked around at the several other semi-naked women all around the large chamber.

  “You can do better than just guess.” The redhead waved at Jad-Abelah as the curvy concubine walked into the room. “Jada here is quite a master in the art of sexual pleasure, be it men or women. And I’m sure she intends to induct you as soon as possible.”

  “Well, she did kiss me before… much to my surprise.” Helena bit her lip. “And I dare say I did not mind that… as well as what we did last night.”

  “Were you not forced into it… for the pleasure of the Kahn?” Lenora looked deeply into the blonde’s eyes. “Was not his impressive organ the only incentive?”

  “Well, his organ… was impressive enough.” Helena blushed. “But I was not forced… I didn’t find our lovemaking abhorrent, Lenora… in fact, I wouldn’t lie if I said I look forward to our union as much as I look for to another with the Kahn.”

  “So you’re saying, in that longwinded way of yours, that you want to do it with me again.” The Frenchwoman laughed, leaning back on the cushions.

  “Well, certainly.” Helena admitted. “As well as with Jad-Abelah.”

  “You speak my name, Inglesa?” The voluptuous woman walked up to the two Western women.

  “Yes, she does.” Lenora looked up at her smiling. “She feels you are a wonderful teacher and she would love to repay you for your kindness.”

  “I not hear all you say, Redhair.” Jad-Abelah shrugged at Lenora. “Inglesa must ready for next night with Master.”

  “Oh, when is that?” Helena sat up interestedly.

  “He say not, but maybe next day.” The overseer of the Harem shrugged. “Now you come with me, we prepare you for more pleasure.”

  “And what about me?” Lenora sat up eagerly as Helena was led away.

  “Yes, Redhair, you come too… Master like you too.”

  “Merci, mon ami.” The Frenchwoman rose up and quickly followed the two.

  Jad-Abelah ushered Helena into a small room laid out with exotic carpets and cushions. Large curtains hung down from the ceiling to the floor and a pungent smell of roses filled the air. Helena felt a bit intoxicated as she glanced around the room at the several naked women pleasuring each other in front of everyone else. No one seemed to notice their entrance and Jad-Abelah led her to the corner where a soft comfortable bed looked very inviting.

  “What are we here for?” Helena asked innocently.

  “This is the shrine of love.” Lenora whispered.

  “Yes, here we keep ready for the Master our body, keep active and good for sex with Master.” Jad-Abelah nodded resolutely. “Remove your garments and come lay with me.”

  “Oh, I see.” Helena nodded as she watched Jad-Abelah and Lenora strip naked before her.

  The Harem mistress dropped every stitch of clothing to the carpeted floor and stood naked before everyone. Helena stared at the older woman with admiration and increasing lust. She was about five and a half feet tall, and her raven black hair was straight and to her rounded shoulders. Her breasts took Helena’s breath away. Perfectly round melon sized globes, honey glazed with rich brown nipples, jiggled softly as she moved. Her narrow waist flared out into wide, hourglass hips over powerful shapely legs. Her pelvic mound was enticingly smooth and her pussy was as clean shaven as every other Harem girl. She sat down on the cushions and sexily spread her legs, inviting the two white women with her smoldering eyes.

  “No wonder she’s the Kahn’s number one.” Helena breathed.

  “Yes, she is.” Lenora agreed. “Let’s see what the Kahn’s been enjoying.”

  “Come to me, my lovely ones.” The dark haired woman purred, holding out her arms to them.

  Helena quickly stripped and joined Lenora as the Frenchwoman slithered up to Jad-Abelah, her lips hungrily closing over the older woman’s welcoming mouth. The blonde gently fondled one of Jad-Abelah’s large breasts, taking it in both hands and squeezing the softness. The soft brown nipple stood out like a ripe date, enticing Helena’s watering mouth. She took it in and sucked on it hard, getting satisfaction from Jad-Abelah’s encouraging moan. The older woman placed her hands on each of their heads as one kissed her lips and the other sucked her aching breast.

  Lenora slid down the Harem’s mistress’ lush body and began sucking on the other breast, smiling at Helena. The blonde Englishwoman nodded approvingly as she took long hungry slurps on the trembling breast. Jad-Abelah threw back her head and moaned loudly, expressing her pleasure in her native tongue. The lovely breasts held the two Western women in thrall as they lavished her with their slavering mouths and gentle fingers.

  “Oh, by the gods.” Jad-Abelah whimpered, “I am in heaven.”

  “Not yet, you exotic goddess.” Lenora laughed and released her breast to slide further down.

  The Frenchwoman slipped her hand over Jad-Abelah’s silky shaven pussy slit and caressed it lovingly, making the older woman stiffen at her tender touch. She smiled as she found the swollen clitoris and twirled it between her finger and thumb, making Jad-Abelah gasp out loud. Helena grinned at her new friend and slipped down to join her. She wanted a taste of exotic pussy as well.

  “Oh, what have we here?” She purred, caressing Jad-Abelah’s soaked inner thighs. “She’s flowing like the river Styx.”

  “Yes, she is.” Lenora nodded. “Soon she’ll be cascading like the sea on a stormy day.”

  Helena licked her lips and lowered her mouth over the quivering pussy even as Lenora’s fingers played a merry tune on the pulsing clitoris and swollen lips. The scent of arousal made the Englishwoman’s head spin as she brazenly darted out her tongue to lash Jad-Abelah pussy from her anus to the clit. The older woman bucked her hips and whimpered aloud, her hands clamped down on Helena’s head, fingers curling over her rich blonde hair.

  “Oh, she does like that.” Lenora giggled. “Do it again, mon ami, with even more gusto.”

  “Mmh, that goes without saying.” Helena agreed and lashed her tongue over the trembling pussy again and again.

  “Oh, oh, oh… Inglesa…” Jad-Abelah wept. “You good… very good with tongue.”

  “And we have just started on you, Lady Kahn.” Lenora laughed, running her fingers over the other woman’s trembling belly.

  “Mm-hmm.” Helena nodded in agreement as her lips clamped down on the exotic spread and she wiggled her tongue deep into the welcoming wet hole.

  This woman’s pussy had been accommodating the Kahn’s monster cock for twelve years, Helena mused. It was stretched more than anything and her tongue went in almost all the way. Jad-Abelah enjoyed it beyond measure as the wiggling tongue sent waves of ecstatic pleasure rippling all through her thirty-s
omething body. She had been a woman of pleasure ever since she was a teenager and she had experienced every thing there was to be experienced. Yet each time, with each person she had engaged in sexual pleasure, was a new and rewarding adventure for Jad-Abelah.

  “Oh, yes… yes… Inglesa, fuck me with tongue, is so… so good.” The woman almost shrieked.

  Helena pulled away and licked her lips, letting Lenora move in. The Frenchwoman excitedly planted her hungry lips over the soft petals of Jad-Abelah’s quivering pussy and she sucked on it vigorously, eager to outdo the blonde. Her hands caressed the older woman’s shapely thighs and soft buttocks as Helena moved back up to the luscious breasts, her intent keen on the erect, aching nipples.

  Jad-Abelah cried out loud, making the other women in the Harem take notice. A few of them moved in to watch as the two white women worked their magic on the Harem Mistress. Lenora replaced her mouth with her talented fingers, making Jad-Abelah buck her hips as she fucked her hard with three fingers. Helena’s hungry mouth heightened her senses to the limit as her sensitive breasts were assailed with torturous intent. Jad-Abelah felt the familiar sensation of release reach its climax and let herself go. Her body shuddered violently as she wept like a whipped slave, shivering and convulsing. Her pussy relaxed and her belly flushed out a fountain of cum over Lenora’s astounded face. Again and again she gushed, whimpering and wailing like a tormented banshee.

  A rhythmic chorus of claps filled the room, in tandem with Jad-Abelah’s moans of pleasure as every one of the girls in the Harem gathered around the trio and encouraged them on. The Mistress of the Harem had a glazed look of satisfaction on her lovely face, her body trembled with the aftershocks of the powerful orgasm as she gasped and panted. Suddenly Helena and Lenora found themselves being dragged away, lifted up by slender but powerful arms and taken over to adjacent beds with three women each clambered over the two Westerners eager to exact revenge on them, to do unto them what they had done to their Mistress. Helena closed her eyes and gave in, her body ever ready and eager to be pleasured.

  ~5~

  “Oh, for the love of me.” Helena sighed again as she looked out of the window at the dunes of sand she could see for miles all around. “It’s been seven days since we were last with the Kahn. I thought we were his privileged ones.”

  “So we were told.” Lenore shrugged, sipping some red wine. “And we haven’t seen Jada for a few days too.”

  “One of the other girls said she’s busy with a new batch of girls, training them how to please the Kahn.” The blonde replied. “…while we rot here in want of satisfaction.”

  “It’s a slave’s life; I would hazard a guess, Inglesa.” The redhead laughed. “At least we aren’t made to work out there in the hot sun.”

  “Have you ever thought of escape?” Helena whispered, leaning closer.

  “Yes, once.” Lenora nodded.

  “What happened then?” Helena asked sharply.

  “I came to my senses after fifteen seconds.” The Frenchwoman snorted. “It’s suicide. Even if we do escape the Kahn’s palace, and scale the high walls… we won’t last one day out there in the blazing desert.”

  “Yes, I see your point.” Helena shook her head sadly. “So here we are, living a life of luxury, yet on the whims of a man who couldn’t see us beyond the rest of his horses and camels.”

  “Yes, here we have as much value as the rest of the livestock.” Lenora gnashed her teeth. “And as long as we are young, beautiful and compliant we get to stay in the palace.”

  “While the Kahn keeps adding more to his Harem.” Helena shivered, “I can’t imagine why.”

  “As a symbol of power, more than anything else.” Lenora spat. “You know, Helena… you are a woman of high birth… you should not be wasting way here, if I had your noble bearing, I would have thought of escaping everyday.”

  “But where will I run to, even if I do manage to escape?” The blonde whispered in wonder.

  “With your good looks and charm, I’m sure there’ll be someone bold enough to help you escape.”

  “And where do I look for such a person, Lenora?” Helena wrung her hands.

  “Everywhere.” The redhead spread out her arms and walked away from the little room, swaying her sexy hips seductively.

  Helena didn’t really have to look everywhere; she didn’t even have to look outside the hallways that led to the Harem. As she strolled down the corridor after a light midday meal, she heard a soft whistle from the left side of the curtained wall. She walked up to the sound and pushed the thick fabric aside to reveal a dark, narrow passageway. Stepping into the darkened recess, she followed the sound of the whistle until she reached a wider opening. Suddenly a large shadow fell over her. Helena gasped at the sight of the tall, powerfully built man standing before her, dressed in the armor of the palace guards.

  “Welcome, Inglesa.” The man said in a thick accent, bowing low.

  “Who are you?” She asked anxiously.

  “I am Zairian, personal bodyguard to the Kahn.” The huge man smiled, flashing pearly white teeth.

  “You were one of the four who were with him the first day I was here.” Helena made a guess and he nodded.

  “Yes, I am….” He bowed low again, “and I stole a look at you then, at the risk of my life.”

  “And what about now, isn’t this a greater risk?” She whispered sharply, glancing behind her furtively.

  “Yes, but I cannot help it… I heard your plea to escape.” He looked into her eyes with passion. “I feel I must help you.”

  “But how?” She sounded confused at the strange offer of help from such an unexpected source. “And what of the Kahn?”

  “He is away on a campaign against the foreign legion to the north, many days ride from here.”

  “How do you speak my language so well?” Helena felt suddenly suspicious.

  “Before I was enlisted by the Kahn, I served at the English Fort for ten years.” The dark man grinned again.

  “Oh, can you take me there.” She suddenly felt hopeful.

  “It was destroyed many years ago, after which I joined the Kahn’s service.” Zairian sighed deeply.

  “So I suppose this is a kind of revenge for you.” The Englishwoman eyed him warily.

  “In a way, many of my brothers died that day.” He gritted his teeth.

  “But how can you help me?” She touched his thick forearm, her fingers trailing over the dense musculature.

  “Meet me alone in the guard’s quarters to the east at midnight. I will spirit you out and ride with you to the western border port. You can find a ship to take you home from there.”

  “I’m not sure how, but I feel I can trust you.” She smiled at him warmly. “I must tell Lenora.”

  “No, she is not what she says.” He held up a large hand in protest. “She has never planned any escape, but plants a seed in your mind to get you away from here or be put to death if you’re caught.”

  “What are you saying, Zairian?” She looked at him with narrowed eyes.

  “Before you were brought, she was the only special one here, second to Jad-Abelah.”

  “But she’s been here only a week before me.” She looked around in exasperation.

  “That is a lie… she has been here for many months and she was not a slave, she arrived herself and offered her body to the Kahn.”

  “Goodness, and yet I am not surprised.” Helena conceded, giving into rational thought over emotion. “I sometimes did feel she wasn’t telling me the whole truth, that little tart.”

  “Yes, she is dangerous.” Zairian nodded slowly.

  “And what about Jad-Abelah?” Helena searched the bodyguard’s dark handsome features.

  “Jad-Abelah is a goddess among women.” He replied, closing his eyes and touching the centre of his sternum.

  “Oh, really.” She smiled again. “Are you in love with her?”

  “Every man here is, but she belongs to the Kahn more than any other. Even speaking o
f her is certain death.”

  “And yet you take this risk for me. Why?” She took his large hand into the small ones.

  “I like you, Inglesa…” He replied, squeezing her fingers gently. “You must live a better life than that of a slave’s.”

  “Oh, well, I must thank you… these has been a very hectic few days and here I thought my wild adventures would go on…” She looked away, unable to stop herself from blushing. “Especially since the Kahn has been such a delight… um, I mean… you know…”

  “I know, all women speak of the great Kahn’s prowess with adoration. And because he has the power he can get all the women.” The huge man laughed softly, and removed the warrior’s kilt he wore to expose his gift to her. “And yet I, Zairian, am not less endowed.”

  “Oh my goodness.” Helena gasped at the sight of the thick, foot long dark organ that Zairian exposed for her viewing pleasure. Looking at it made her heart beat faster, she wanted it right then, there was no holding back. Her eyes burned hot with lust and she licked her lips. “Zairian, I will make the payment for your service right now, in advance.”

  “We may not have much time.” He said, peering over her shoulder.

  “Oh, nightfall is many hours away.” She said insistently, reaching out to grasp at his rising erection. “I must have this thing now or I may just lose my mind.”

  “We may just have time enough…” He said, as she aggressively pulled the rest of his armor off.

  “Enough talk, Zairian…” She said huskily. “Take me now lest I faint from arousal.”

  “As you wish, golden one.” He replied hoarsely and ripped off her flimsy Harem attire.

  Naked as the day, the tall muscular bodyguard thrust his foot long erection at the excited Englishwoman. She grabbed the throbbing organ in her hands, the second one as big she had seen in the span of a week. She enjoyed the warmth and pulsing vibration in her hands, it seemed to have a life all of its own.