Emissary (Book 1)

Summons

I stood looking out the window of my room as she knelt between my legs with my cock in her mouth. Durra was busy with her task but my mind was occupied elsewhere. During the day Durra worked as a simple kitchen aid. At night she aided me with whatever I needed aiding, and she was good at it. Durra loved cock and she wouldn't hesitate to lick, suck and drink her full whenever she had the chance. Well, to each his own, so who was I to judge?!

I stood up holding the window frame as my cock was engulfed in her mouth. I was looking out the window at the harbor counting all the ships that dotted the horizon. Every once in while I would flinch from an accidental scrap of her teeth on the length of my shaft. If I didn't know better, knowing her expertises in this matter, I would think she sucked at it. I knew she was doing it on purpose. She was teasing me. She wanted me to look down at her.  She wanted my complete attention. From the stiffness of my cock she knew I wasn't giving it my full. Oh it was hard but not hard enough. She knew I could do better so she tried harder. When it came to this exercise she was an expert seductress.

I remember the first time we met, it was the first month that I came to live in the citadel of Acre. I remembered she spilled pomegranate juice in my lap. I was eating dinner alone in the kitchen and in order to get my attention she pretended to stumble and drop a whole load of cups between my legs. She scrambled to clean my trousers with a damp cloth as she apologized for her clumsiness. She frantically touched, caressed, even pressed hard where she shouldn't have pressed. For the untrained eye it looked like an accident, dropping a tray on a young soldier. She even gotten a few laughs from some of the people who were eating dinner in the kitchen, as well as a scolding from her supervisor.

But I wasn't a fool. I've been trained in such matters and I knew when a woman wants attention and how she goes about getting it. I just held her hand which was wavering between my legs and whispered in her ears as my lips brushed her lobes, "you could have asked."

She furiously stood up, gave me a smack on my face and ran out of the kitchen as the hall burst with laughter. Of course to the untrained eye I looked like a young soldier who had just been rejected by a lady. As I said, I'm not the untrained and nor was she a lady. That night she came to my room to apologize for slapping me in front of everyone in the kitchen. A few minutes later she was kneeling in almost the same position and my dick was gently being sucked to bursting. As I said she loved my cock and she had been sucking on it for the past two years.

I counted more than fifty ships of all sizes spread across the sea of Acre. It was a sizable fleet.... aaaaand I flinched once again. I had to end this before I ended up without my most precious member. I looked down at Durra and I could see a smirk at the edge of her full mouth. She knew she won. From the size of my precious possession which she held in her hand she definitely won. Her tongue twirled in her mouth like a dancer. Then she pulled it out to lick it all the way from the base of my sack all the way to the tip of my volcano. Again it went back into the warmth of her mouth and to the attention of her excited tongue. In and out it went, a few licks here, a suck over there, a little bite to keep me in the game, and I was ready to burst. And I did, right down her throat. Now I was ready to go and check on the preparation for the evacuation.

I was going to miss this place, especially Durra. I was probably not going to see Acre again. Of course I promised to come back and take her to Cairo once everything was settled. I lied. Most probably she ended up getting rapped or dead in Acre. But I was helpless to do anything about it. Almost the whole contingent of Master Badr's soldiers as well as his family were going to leave the city. More than three thousand strong were to board those ships which had been gathering in the nearby waters to take us to Egypt. By the end of the year, Acre was going to fall to the Seljuks and there was nothing we could do about it. Dumyiata was our next destination.