Princess of the dawn

Chapter 42

The courtesan's room was bathed in a warm light. Candles were burning and the room was filled with the fragrance of jasmine. The white blossomss were distributed in vases all over the room and gave off their heavy bewitching scent. The courtesan gently pushed Jalal onto her bed.

"Make yourself comfortable shahenshah. Let me pour you some wine. Enjoy some grapes."
She walked over to a small table where wine and fruit were waiting. Jalal stopped her.

"Dance for me!" he commanded.

"As you wish!" She began to move provocatively and slowly dropped her transparent veil. She wore a tight, sleeveless short blouse that exposed her back and loose harem pants that sat low on her hips. She gyrated her hips and Jalal's eyes slowly wandered over her bare skin. Heat welled up again in him and he stood up and stretched out his hands to her. He cupped her hips.

"Shahenshah!" she breathed and took his face in her hands. Slowly he pulled her close and hugged her. How soft she felt in his arms. She stroked his shoulders and upper arms. She wasted no time.

"Oh what strong arms you have! Aren't you warm? It's very hot here!" she lured in a seductive tone. Her hands came to rest on his chest and slowly moved towards the ligaments of his yama. She began to pull on it carefully. Jalal's hands wandered awkwardly over the bare soft skin of her back.

"Oh, the emperor is still inexperienced!" thought the courtesan to herself and smiled finely. The loop opened and slowly she opened his jama and pulled it apart, brushing it over his shoulders and running her hands over his naked chest.

"Shahenshah, what strong muscles you have" she cooed. Jalal drew in a sharp breath as he felt her touch on his bare skin. What was he doing here? But he couldn't escape her attraction and he continued to stroke her back. He liked the touch of her gentle hands that brushed his torso.

"Let me help you shahenshah. She turned and rocked back and forth seductively. With both hands she grabbed in her hair and losened it. It fell over her back in long black waves. Her blouse was held in the back by two thin bands. Slowly she pushed her hair forward over one shoulder and pulled first on the upper and then on the lower ligament of the blouse. Jalal stared at her back. She turned back around, took his hands and placed them on her waist.

"Shahenshah, I am all yours! See what I have to offer you! It's all yours!" Slowly she pulled the blouse off her shoulders and finally stood bare-chested in front of him. Jalal was getting unbearably hot. Blood rushed to his loins and a tingling sensation ran down his spine. She took his hands and pushed them up by her side and placed them over her breasts. Jalal swallowed hard. How soft they were and how tender the skin. The courtesan moved his hands on her mounds and began to moan softly.

"Do you like what you see and feel, shahenshah?" She whispered lasciviously. He was speechless at the new feelings that overwhelmed him. He took a liking to her soft skin and slowly began to caress her soft mounds. "Oh yes shahenshah, that's wonderful ...! Mhh!" she moaned softly. He got even hotter, the tugging in his loins intensified. Was that what the soldiers told about in their campfire stories? He wanted to find out! His fingers grew bolder and they began to wander and feel. That night he was seduced by the courtesan according to all rules of the art.

During the night he woke up. At first he didn't know where he was. He saw the girl next to him sleeping peacefully. His eyes wandered over her bare body and smiling, he remembered what they had done. He spread a sheet over her and stood up. He dressed and went to his chambers. There he lay down in his bed. Now he understood the soldiers who, with shining eyes, had told their stories about women. "I could get used to that" he thought dreamely. That night he dreamed of hazel eyes looking at him deeply.