The Dracula Chronicles: For Whom The Bell Tolls Page 21

  The Kizlar Ağasi bowed to him. “Welcome to the seraglio, Highness. I must first introduce you to Ayshe, the head odalisque. No one may use the seraglio without her approval. Her word is law here. Follow me, if you please.”

  He led Vlad to the huge bed he had spotted when he first entered the seraglio. After introducing Vlad to her, he bowed and left them.

  Vlad stood at the side of the bed unsure as to what he should do next. His erection remained rock hard and he shifted nervously in the hope she would not spot it. He eyed the girls that stood either side of the bed in rows of four. They detected his state of mind and smiled to each other in a knowing way. A ninth girl knelt on the bed just behind Ayshe and played with her hair.

  He tried not to look at Ayshe, though it was impossible not to. Other than a sequined skirt that reached down only to the tops of her thighs and a matching halter to cover her breasts, she wore nothing. She rested on her left hip, her long legs stretched along the bed and bent at the knees. Her smooth olive skin looked perfect, without blemish. It accentuated her white teeth that almost sparkled when she smiled at him. He had never seen any so perfect before. She had some decorative colouring around her eyes that did nothing to mask her beauty. Her eyes were almost cat-like in shape and enhanced by the face paint. She was surely the most beautiful of all the women in the seraglio and no doubt there for the sultan’s pleasure only.

  Ayshe continued to smile at him, enjoying how nervous and out of place he looked. She had noticed the bulge in his hose right away and looked down at his crotch to let him know it. It pleased her that she could have this effect on him by just lying there.

  Vlad felt more awkward with every moment that passed. He had only stood there a very short time, but it felt like an age to him. Will she ever speak? He knew that he could not open his mouth until she had first addressed him. Even one as green behind the ears as he was, knew that much.

  “So, my dear Prince,” she said at last, leaning a little closer to him. “I am advised that it is your birthing day.”

  He nodded.

  “Then welcome to my abode,” she said, extending her arm towards the spas. “I shall endeavour to make your first visit with us a memorable one.”

  “I thank you for receiving me,” he said, afraid he would stutter.

  “I have heard much said of you,” she said, tapping the bed with the palm of her hand. “Come and sit with me.”

  He accepted her invitation and sat on the bed, glad that he was now able to place his hands over his crotch without it looking too obvious.

  She smiled at him again. “You are in the wrong place if you are so shy. There is no need to hide it.”

  His face flushed a little, but he took his hands away.

  “If the sight of me or my girls did not have this effect on you, then I would surely feel you were in need of a different gift. Perhaps then a new stallion might be more to your liking.”

  He looked around and smiled, finally displaying the confidence that everyone knew him for. “I would rather spend the day with your girls.”

  “I am pleased at your choice,” she said, keeping her eyes trained on his while she leaned forward towards him and rubbed a hand over his erection, through his hose. “I am sure you would not regret it.”

  He strained at her touch, feeling as though he might burst at any moment. When she reached over to him, it gave him a clear view of her breasts and dark brown nipples that looked as hard as he was. He felt a hollow in the pit of his stomach and an ache for her that almost scared him. In his life, he had never wanted anyone or anything; not even his freedom. For him, even that was secondary to having a chance to study his enemy at close hand. But right there and then, he wanted her in her entirety.

  “These serve only to hinder your pleasure,” she said, tugging at the material of his hose. “We shall have to remove them.”

  As soon as she had spoken, one of the girls stepped forward and grabbed the cloth at the thighs. She looked at him as if to ask him to raise his hips. When he did, she pulled them down past his ankles and off.

  The feeling inside intensified when this left him exposed. Yet he could not let her see that he was so nervous. He swallowed the lump in his throat and emitted a gentle gasp when he felt her hand on him for real.

  “This is your fifteenth birthing day?” she asked him.

  “Yes,” he managed, fighting to keep his composure and not ejaculate over her hand.

  “Then you are more than adequate,” she noted. “My girls are no doubt going to like you.”

  The gentleness of her expert touch manipulated his scrotum to stretch to full capacity. He trembled at the sensation and could not prevent the slow but steady trail of fluid that leaked down onto his navel.

  “My sweet Prince,” she sighed. “Your need is so great. Try to hold it and keep your control. It is important for one such as you to have power over women. If you learn to do this then you shall possess that power.”

  He closed his eyes and eased down onto his back. When a second girl from the other side of the bed pulled his shirt up over his head, he did not resist. He lay there naked, delighting in the warmth of Ayshe’s tongue as she licked away the traces that had leaked from him. When she then ran her tongue over his sac and rolled one of his testicles in her mouth with her most tender touch, he visibly shook beneath her.

  She enjoyed the groans coming from deep in the back of his throat. Without taking her eyes from him, she eased the tip of her tongue along his urethra and up to the tip of his penis. She pressed the flat of her tongue against it and licked away the traces of semen that oozed down over his foreskin.

  “Hold it,” she urged him when she felt him stiffen, her voice soft and calm. “You must not release until I am ready for you to do so.”

  Fighting the urge to let go was as hard as anything he had ever done. She had barely touched him and yet she had taken him right to the edge. When she tightened her lips around him and took him whole in her mouth, he could no longer breathe. As she slid down his length her hot tongue teased his ache still further. She held it there a moment and then slowly returned her focus to the head, her tongue tracing invisible circles all the way up.

  It turned her on too when he clutched handfuls of her long hair and pulled. The clips that held it together dropped out and her hair fell loose against his skin. She teased the ridge of the helmet before coiling it around him, bringing him ever closer.

  When she knew he could take no more she withdrew from him. “It is time for you to bathe,” she said, turning her head to glance at the steaming spas nearby.

  He opened his eyes again, his gaze falling once more on her perfect breasts. Now that she was on all fours, they dangled loose inside her halter top and threatened to fall out. He had never seen anything so beautiful and had never wanted anything so much. She was trying to give him a lesson in self-control and instil in him how to exercise his power over a woman. Yet in truth, it was she that had the power over him. If in that moment she asked him to go and kill Murad so that she could be his, he knew he would have done it or died trying.

  She left him there on the bed and walked in the direction of the nearest of the spas. Two of the girls took a hand each and pulled him up. When he sat upright on the edge of the bed, one of them cupped his face in her hands and kissed him hard on the mouth. The other knelt beside him and kissed and nibbled on his neck. When Ayshe clapped her hands together they stopped. They took one hand each and led him over to the spa.

  He descended the marble steps into the water to the waist while they still held a hand each. One of them advised him to lean back against the steps with his arms outstretched. The warmth of the water relaxed him and helped calm his nerves. He had never appeared naked in front of anyone since he was a child and he had not been at ease with it. Now he no longer cared, with the wonders that surrounded him and the pleasures that were sure to be his. The act Ayshe had performed on the bed was a promise of much better things to come.

  His eyes cut
a path through the steam to where she stood on the other side. When she knew she had his attention, she tilted her head to the side and smiled at him. Hers was a smile that hinted at affection as well as lust. She harboured a strong attraction for this young prince. In him she saw a man; not fully grown, but a man all the same. He was an amazing physical specimen. All across his body she saw ridges of muscle that a great sculptor could have chiselled from stone. Even though she knew of his dedication to his training, she had not expected this. It had been an effort even for her to hide her thoughts once she had seen him naked. And now he was hers for the taking; to do with as she pleased. Oh, what delights she planned to show him.

  She loved the air of rawness about him and wanted to experience it. It was there in his eyes, fuelled by an anger they could not conceal. But she also saw hurt in there and it drew her to him. In truth, she was the property of the sultan and there for him only. Yet she was a woman who possessed a lot of power and influence in the palace. She could do as she pleased and with whomever she pleased. He would never know. And right now she wanted this amazing young man lying there naked in the bath before her.

  Holding her pose, she gazed directly at him. She crossed her arms and raised the halter top up over her head, discarding it on the mosaic floor behind her. Her breasts bounced as they fell free, the dark nipples standing firm and proud. She waited a moment to gauge his reaction. When she sensed his approval, she tweaked each of them between a finger and thumb. She ached for his touch and to feel the warmth of his mouth over them.

  The girls who had accompanied Vlad into the spa now held a leg each at water level. Two others joined them and massaged his thighs. A fifth girl knelt behind him to massage his scalp.

  Another entered the water and knelt against the bottom between his parted thighs. It left the whole of her body other than her head and shoulders submerged below the water. She then made a lather with a bar of scented soap and bathed him. Using both hands, she took great care not to further heighten his state of arousal. She eyed his badly swollen genitalia and focused on his penis as it twitched against his stomach. It crossed her mind how good it would be to feel him inside her. For a moment, she wished she could trade places with Ayshe, for her mistress would be discovering that pleasure very soon. She took a hold of him in her left hand and rolled back his foreskin to properly clean the area inside it. Ayshe would want it that way.

  Vlad did not even notice her, though he felt the movements of her hands. He had eyes only for the dazzling beauty standing across from him. She had the most sublime form of any woman. He ached at the mere thought of her and longed to know her in the same way the sultan did. Something about the way she stood there and looked at him hinted he might discover her true essence. He was astute enough to know that, in her profession, for her own self-preservation, she would never truly give all of herself to a man who used her for his own gratification. But something in her eyes hinted that she could bare herself to him. In such a short time, a raw magnetism had grown between them that was very real and needed a release. And that was a need only he and she could satisfy in the other.

  She released the clip that held her matching skirt and allowed it to fall. When it hit the water at her feet she stepped over it and descended two steps. She stopped again as the water rose to her knees, wanting Vlad to see all of her. Despite her vast experience and knowledge of men, she suddenly felt like a girl again. Her skin tingled in the way she had imagined her first time would have felt with the man she had wanted to give herself to.

  Her every sexual experience had been within the confines of the seraglio. The sultan had taken her virginity from her long before she had reached maturity. He had used her a lot more than any of the other women there. On the occasion when he saw fit to reward a close friend or a general for a great victory in the field, he had given them her. Never had she enjoyed the chance to give herself freely to a man of her choosing.

  And now suddenly the moment was upon her. She could feel the moistness between her thighs and it excited her. Just the thought of him was enough to arouse her in a way she had never felt before. The sensation was totally alien to her and instilled in her entire being a need for him so great that it made her a little faint.

  Vlad continued to gaze across the spa, mesmerised by her image. Her olive skin almost glistened in the emerging daylight that filtered in from the opened shutters high in the vast room. His gaze lowered to the treasure that lay between her legs, as naked and bare as the day she was born. He silently thought to himself that he would dive on her if she did not come to him soon. Perhaps she is waiting for that of me. In his naivety, he worried then that she was waiting for him to give a show of his manliness. When he motioned to push himself up, it was then she dived into the water and swam the short distance over to him.

  The girl who had bathed him moved aside so as not to hinder her path. Ayshe then rose up out of the water right in front of him. She looked deep into his eyes and smiled at him with genuine affection. From her own eyes she radiated a warmth that consumed him inside.

  She broke from his gaze for just a moment to look at the girl who had been massaging his head. “Go and prepare the bed for us.”

  Once the girl had moved away, she returned her full attention to her young guest. She leaned against him and kissed him with that same deep affection on the mouth, running her soft tongue over his lips.

  His erection pressed into her stomach and throbbed, though pinned between their bodies. He felt himself becoming lost in her with her every delicate action turning him on more and more.

  She looked him straight in the eye as their noses touched. “Are you ready for me, my young lover?”

  The question sent a tingle all the way to the base of his spine. “I am ready.”

  With that, she worked her way down his body in a trail of soft kisses that made his skin come alive. He grabbed her hair in both hands again as he felt the girls pull his legs further apart.

  In her next movement, she took him in her mouth once more. This time, she cupped his swollen sac in her right hand. She held it firm in her grasp while sliding her lips down his entire length. As she moved up again, she used only her tongue and rolled it in a circle against the tip. Delighting in his groans, she slid all the way down again.

  The second time she surfaced, she whispered, “This time you may let it all go.”

  She held the tip with her lips and tongue and sucked on it with the deftest of touches, careful that he never felt her teeth at any time. When his groans became cries, she increased the firmness of her grip on his sac and massaged it. At the same time, she increased the speed of her movements on him, taking him deeper into her mouth on each occasion that her head moved down.

  He felt a volcano building within. His whole body shook from the intensity of it and he pulled hard on her hair.

  When she felt his entire body stiffen, she clamped her lips hard around him. A moment later he cried out at the explosion in his groin. Hot jets of his salty fluid hit the back of her throat. Yet she tightened the grip of her mouth while swallowing all he had to give her. She massaged and sucked to tease every last drop from him.

  He exhaled out loud and released his grip on her hair. Then he opened his eyes to see her collect the traces that had spilled down onto her chin with her middle finger.

  Meeting his gaze again, she pushed the digit into her mouth up to the knuckle. Then with the most devilish of looks on her face, she opened her mouth so that he could see her remove it with her tongue. She sucked on her finger for a moment, mimicking the act she had just performed on him.

  He closed his eyes again. “I have no words. What did you do to me?”

  She smiled with satisfaction at the pure ecstasy she could see on his face. “I did as I pleased with you. Was it not good?”

  “It was wonderful, too wonderful for words. I do not know that I have enjoyed a better experience.”

  “That was so our real pleasure can last. I want it to last.”

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p; He raised his head to look at her. “I do not understand this. Why would you do this for me?”

  “My sweet Prince, you must never question it when another does something good for you. You must enjoy it, embrace it even. But never question it, for such things may never come to you again and you would find yourself pining for them long after it has passed.”

  “I ask only because I know you belong to another. One who might harm you should he ever learn of this.”

  “On this day I am yours and only yours. This day and any other day I so desire.”

  “You would take such a risk for me?”

  “I am the authority in the seraglio,” she assured him. “What happens within my home remains here. The one that would speak of it outside these walls would endure a fate even worse than mine.”

  It relieved him to hear it, though it still weighed on his mind. Before he could say any more, she stood up and took him by the hand. He scrambled to his feet and walked with her over to the huge bed where he had first seen her.

  She turned suddenly and coiled her arms around his neck, water running from her hair down their already wet bodies. Drawing him into her she kissed him hungrily on the mouth. She cradled him with her hands and searched out his tongue with hers.

  Her actions induced a fresh erection from him. When it touched against her opening she broke from their kiss and gasped. She parted her legs in a slight outward motion so that the head of his penis nestled inside the folds of her labia. When it did, she closed her legs again and rubbed against him, coating him with her juices.

  He opened his eyes to see her roll her head backwards. Her mouth opened wide to release a groan from deep in her throat.

  “I so want you,” she whispered so softly that even her attendants could not hear.

  The other girls drew the curtains to allow them complete privacy.

  Ayshe took both his hands and pulled him down onto the bed through the gap where one of the girls held the curtains open. She crawled backwards to the middle of it, taking him with her.