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Seven Islands of Mumba
(942 AD) Prince Erik and Myia joined the representatives of Ashaval who went to Maharashtra for the underwater breathers festival in the city of Mumba, the City of Seven Islands. But it turned out that the representatives actually joined Prince Erik, for Ivar saw the invitation as an opportunity to expand Hraes' trading so, Erik led a small trading fleet of longships and dhows from Ashaval south down the coast along the Sea of Arabia to Mumba, the City of Seven Islands. "Prince Ivar's home city, back in our land of Hraes', is called Kiev, the City of Seven Hills," Erik told Myia, as they entered the bay of Mumba.
"I thought Rome was the City of Seven Hills," Myia replied.
"I'm sure they stole that byname from us," Erik answered and they both laughed. "But it is intriguing that we all follow the same religion and we all have seven hills or islands." Erik put his arm around Myia's waist and drew her up against himself.
They spent a week in Mumba and if Ashaval was Ivar's dream city, Mumba was Erik's. Myia insisted that they stay in her father's palace near the Madh Fort that protected the bay of Mumba and the markets within. Erik worked hard on the trading effort because he loved the city and wanted to make trade there an ongoing proposition, but he took time off to take Myia's family to the underwater breathers competition. The young couple that Erik had 'saved' won the endurance competition with an underwater time of almost four hours and a celebration was enjoyed at Myia's family palace. Myia's parents were pleased that Myia had been chosen to be gifted with an Aesir baby and showed their gratitude by encouraging Erik and Myia to have sex at every opportunity that presented itself. And, with the help of the Kama Sutras pages on oral sex, Erik found that Myia could entice him to rise to the occasion several times a day.
Once they were back in Gujarat, it was back to the grind of learning to speak Hindi and to read Sanskrit. As the day approached when the Hraes' trading fleet was scheduled to return to Baghdad, Myia began to worry that she wasn't pregnant, but, in the middle of one of their language lessons, Myia had to rush to the washroom to throw up, and she knew she was in the way. For Erik's test in writing Sanskrit, Myia told him she would dictate a story to him and he was to write it down correctly.
"The Prince had just slipped the bolt of the bedroom door locked," she started, "and caught me up in his arms, lifted me from the ground, and, with his lips glued to mine, bore me trembling, panting, dying with soft fears and tender wishes, to the bed; where his impatience would not suffer him to undress me, but rather to quickly throw open my blouse. My bosom was now bare, and rising in the warmest throbs, presented to his sight and feeling the firm hard swell of a pair of young breasts, such as may be imagined of a girl well through puberty, but never before handled: but even their soft proud bearing and pleasing resistance to the touch, could not bribe his restless hands from roving; but, giving them the loose, my skirt was soon taken up, and the stronger lower center of attraction laid open to tender invasion. My fears, however, made me mechanically close my thighs; but the very touch of his hand insinuated between them, disclosed them, and opened a way for the main attack. In the meantime, I lay fairly exposed to the examination of his eyes and hands, quiet and unresisting; which confirmed him the opinion he proceeded so cavalierly upon, that I was no novice in these matters, since I was well past marriageable age, nor had I said one thing to prepossess him of my virginity; and if I had, he would sooner have believed that I took him for a cully that would swallow such an improbability, than that I was still mistress of that darling treasure, that hidden mine, so eagerly sought after by the men of Maharashtra, and which they never dig for, but to destroy. Being now too high wound up to bear a delay, he unbuttoned, and drawing out the lingam of love assaults, drove it currently, as at a readymade breach...then! then! for the first time, did I feel that stiff horn-hard gristle, battering against the tender part; but imagine to yourself his surprise, when he found, after several vigorous pushes, which hurt me extremely, that he made not the least impression. I complained, but tenderly complained: "I cannot bear this" and, indeed, it hurt me! Still he thought no more, than that being so bold, the largeness of his lingam (for few men could dispute size with him) made all the difficulty; and that possibly I had not been enjoyed by any so advantageously made in that part as himself: for still, that my virgin flower was yet uncropped, never entered into his head, and he would have thought it idling with time and words, to have questioned me upon it. He tried again, still no admittance, still no penetration; but it hurt once more, and, while my extreme love made me bear extreme pain, almost without a groan, again, there was still no breech. At length, after repeated fruitless trials, he lay down panting by me, kissed my falling tears, and asked me tenderly "what was the meaning of so much pain?" I answered, with a simplicity framed to persuade, that he was the first man that ever served me so. Truth is powerful, and it is not always that we do not believe what we eagerly wish. My prince, already disposed by the evidence, of his senses to think my pretenses to virginity not entirely apocryphal, smothered me with kisses and begged me, in the name of love, to have a little patience, and that he would be as tender of me as he would be of himself. Alas! it was enough I knew his pleasure to submit joyfully to him, whatever pain I foresaw it would cost me. He now resumed his attempts in more form: first, he put one of the bed pillows under me, to give his lingam a more favorable angle of attack, and another under my head, in ease of it; then spreading my thighs, and placing himself between them, made ready; applying then the tip of his lingam to the slit of my yoni, into which he sought entrance, it was so small, he could scarce assure himself of its being rightly pointed. He looked, he felt, and he satisfied himself: then he drove on with fury, its prodigious stiffness thus impacted, wedgelike, broke the union of those parts, and gained him just the insertion of the tip of it, lip deep; which being sensible of, he improved his advantage, and followed well his stroke, in a straight line, forcibly deepening his penetration; but it put me in such intolerable pain, from the separation of the sides of that soft passage by a hard thick body, I could have screamed out; but, as I was unwilling to alarm him, I held in my breath, and crammed the pillow, which had turned up over my face, into my mouth, and bit it through in the agony. At length, the tender texture of that tract giving way to such fierce tearing and rending, he pierced somewhat further into me: and now, outrageous and no longer his own master, but borne headlong away by the fury and over-mettle of that member, now exerting itself with a kind of native rage, he broke in, carried all before him in his attack, and in one violent merciless lunge, sent it, imbrued, and reeking with virgin blood, up to the very hilt in me. Then! then all my resolution deserted me: I screamed out, and fainted away with the sharpness of the pain; and, as he told me afterwards, on his drawing out, when emission was over with him, my thighs were instantly all in a stream of blood, that flowed from the wounded torn passage. When I recovered my senses, I found myself undressed and a-bed, in the arms of the sweet relenting murderer of my virginity, who hung mourning tenderly over me, and holding in his hand a glass of wine, which, coming from the still dear author of so much pain, I could not refuse; my eyes, however, moistened with tears, and languishingly turned upon him, seemed to reproach him with his cruelty, and ask him, if such were the rewards of love. But my Prince, to whom I was now infinitely endeared by his complete triumph over a maidenhead, where he so little expected to find one, in tenderness to that pain which he had put me to, in procuring himself the height of pleasure, smothered his exultation, and employed himself with so much sweetness, so much warmth, to sooth, to caress, and comfort me in my soft complaints, which breathed, indeed, more love than resentment, that I presently drowned all sense of pain in the pleasure of seeing him, of thinking that I belonged to him: he who was now the absolute disposer of my happiness, and, in one word, my fate. The sore was, however, too tender, the wound too bleeding fresh, for my Prince's good-nature to put my patience presently to another trial; but as I could not stir, or walk across the room, he brought dinner to my bedside, where it could not be otherwise than my getting down the wing of a fowl, and two or three glasses of wine, since it was my adored Prince who both served, and urged them on me, with that sweet irresistible authority with which love had invested him over me. After dinner, and everything but the wine was taken away, my Prince very impudently asked leave to join me in bed, and accordingly fell to undressing until completely naked, which I could not see the progress of without strange emotions of fear and pleasure. He was now in bed with me the first time, the first time anybody had enjoined me in bed; but when thrusting his own naked body against my naked body, his naked glowing body to the fire that was mine... oh insupportable delight! oh! superhuman rapture! what pain could stand before a pleasure so transporting? I felt no more the sting of my wounded yoni below; but, curling round him like the tendril of a vine, as if I feared any part of him should be untouched or unpressed by me, I returned his strenuous embraces and kisses with a fervor and gust only known to true love, and which mere lust never rises to. Yes, even at this time, when all the tyranny of the passions were fully over, and that my veins roll no longer but a cold tranquil stream, the remembrance of those passages that most affected me in my youth, still cheered and refreshed me, and let me proceed. My beauteous Prince was now glued to me in all the folds and twists that we could make our bodies meet in; when, no longer able to rein in the fierceness of refreshed desires, he gave his steed the head, and gently insinuating his thighs between mine, stopping my mouth with kisses of humid fire, made a fresh erection, and renewing his thrusts, pierced, tore and forced his way up the torn tender folds, that yielded him admission with a sting a little less severe than when the breach was first made. I stifled my cries, and bore him with the passive fortitude of a heroine; soon his thrusts, more and more furious, cheeks flushed with a deeper scarlet, his eyes turned up in the fervent fit, some dying sighs, and an agonizing shudder, announced the approaches of that ecstatic pleasure, I was yet in too much pain to come in for my share of. Nor was it till after a few enjoyments had numbed and blunted the sense of the sting , and given me to feel the titillating inspersion of balsamic sweets, drew from me the delicious return, and brought down all my passion, that I arrived at excess of pleasure through excess of pain. But, when successive engagements had broke and inured me, I began to enter into the true unalloyed relish of that pleasure of pleasures, when the warm gush darts through all the ravished inwards; what floods of bliss! what melting transports! what agonies of delight! too fierce, too mighty for nature to sustain? How often, when the passion and tumult of my senses had subsided, after the melting flow of my Prince subsided, have I, in a tender meditation, asked myself coolly the question, if it was possible in nature for any of its creatures to be so happy as I was?"
