Hatim removed his kaftan and tossed it to the floor, watching Arshi gasp as he reached for his trousers and returned to her.
Arshi moaned, her head tilted back, as his long manly fingers slid deeper into the warm core of her lady parts. She drew him in closer as she ran her fingers through his hair.
She'd never experienced such ecstasy before. Nobody informed her. Hatim was her husband, and he was the first and only man who ever took such good care of her body. He was being more gentle than he had been the previous time he attempted to bed her. His hands carresed her body, both exciting and soothing her. They were indeed abundant in blessings.
He left her lips and slid his tongue down her chest until it reached one of her breasts with the other one cupped in his hands. He continued over her belly to her mound of Venus as he tenderly part her legs and pulled her lower back up.
Arshi's head tilted back as he pressed his lips against her skin, her voice choking. He used his tongue to play with her little nub, circling around as she made strange sounds that surprised her until she cupped her mouth. Hatim came to a halt, kissed her inner thighs, then rested his head on her mons and stared at her.
Her sentient skin, which had always been sunburned, remained so fair. He'd had so many women in his bed, but he'd never seen such delicate and pastel skin as hers. It was the ideal body for him to pounce on.
Hatim's body slid slowly over hers, his hair lustfully playing over her sensitive body, causing her to shiver with excitement. He took her hands away from her mouth and looked at her seductively.
"My flower, why are you covering your mouth? I would like to hear more of your lovely voice."
"My― My Sultan,"
"I am still your king, even in bed? Tell me what you want me to do to you right now." He smirked as he kissed the side of her neck, his hand fondling her breast.
"I cannot take it anymore, Hathi. Please, make this sensation go away."
She wrapped her arms around his neck and drew him in for a kiss. While they were kissing, Hatim pressed the tip of his manhood against her entrance, and as soon as he got in a little, Arshi took her lips from his and whimpered. He'd always imagined her beneath his body kissing her, making love to her. He had always wondered if her tiny body would accept him completely, but her reaction was not what he had expected.
"That hurts. That hurts, Hathi."
"I apologize for my impatience. I do not mean to hurt you."
He'd never slept with a virgin before. He was fine with Raiha and the rest of his other women, and he assumed Arshi would be the same. Everything about Arshi exceeded his expectations. He was almost at a loss for what to do. All he knew was that he needed to go deeper. He desired to go even further. He desired to delve deeply within Arshi.
"Try relaxing your muscles, my love. It would be more convenient for the both of us. I will start moving my body right now. Please, tell me if the pain becomes unbearable."
"I― I am alright."
Arshi tightened her arms around his neck, feeling the knife slicing pain beneath. Despite the fact that he was halfway in, her body screamed in agony. What if he went all in? Will the pain still remain the same or worsen? She had a thought. After all, It was her first time.
Before she knew it, Hatim had already drilled her until his hardness was completely encased in her warmth. He could feel blood splattering on the sheets, but instead of pausing, he dove deeper into her and thrust as hard as he could. She yammered with each of his strokes and clutched him tightly. The pain quickly turned to sweetness, and nothing could divert her attention from the warmth that was filling her.
She had no idea how badly her body yearned for Hatim's. All of his long thrusts were openly welcomed. Hatim slid his tongue into her mouth, and tasted it.
Fully alert of Arshi's current state, his motions slowed inside of her womanhood. His fingers slid softly across her cherry button leaving her trembling as he slowly eased out of her. She remained panting with only his pulsating crown in her before he rammed his magic stick deep within her a final time and she burst shuddering with euphoria that throbbed through her, until she fainted due to the shock. She hardly felt Hatim's kiss landing on her rosy lips.
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Two days later.
"You seem to be in quite a pleasant mood, My Sultana," Rumana, her chambermaid said, as she stood behind her, hands in her hair.
"My Sultana?" Rumana said gently, leaning down to Arshi. "Are you all right? Is anything bothering you?"
"Hm?" Distracted, Arshi turned to look at her.
"Do you think, his Majesty will notice any change in me, Rumana?" Arshi asked suddenly, standing up.
"Change?" Rumana asked tilting her head to the side.
Arshi stood there uncomfortably nervous, while fidgeting on her dress with her fingers.
Rumana gazed at Arshi and her silence was loud.
"Is this about what happened two nights ago between you and His Majesty the Sultan?"
"It may be so," Arshi deeply sighed. "I simply cannot see him today, Rumana. Please, I beg you, simply inform him that I will be unable to visit him."
"I apologize, but I cannot do that, My Sultana."
Arshi loured at her. "Why can you not?"
Rumana smiled at her, not withering at all. Arshi was always nice to her, even if she could be a little naive at times. Rumana always respected her despite being five years older.
"There are some things in life that we must face. Being cowards will do us no good, My Sultana. He is now a part of your life, and it appears to me that his Majesty genuinely loves you. How long will you continue to avoid him?"
Arshi sat down again, suppressing a sigh as she listened.
"I..."
Someone knocked just as she was about to respond. The guards opened the door, and Mohammed entered the room respectfully, smiling graciously and bowing to Arshi, with Rumana bowing as she exited the room, leaving them inside.
"Salaam, My Sultana."
"Salaam, Mohammed."
His unexpected visit caught Arshi off guard. She was almost at a loss for words. After seeing him, all she could think about was Hatim's health. "What brings you here, Gentleman Mohammed? Is everything alright with his Majesty?"
Mohammed gave a friendly smile. "My Sultana, my Sultan is as healthy as a horse. Something else has brought me here... Could you please allow me to sit?"
"Yes, please. Please excuse my lack of etiquette." She looked at him incredulously as she sat down.
Mohammed extended his hand which held a small red box, in the direction of Arshi. "I believe this is yours, my Sultana."
Arshi took it from his hand, still staring at him. "What is this?" she asked, burning with curiosity.
Mohammed maintained his grin. His smile was charming, but yet his eyes told a different story. "My Sultana, your mother gave it to me the day you left Abdulkareem's house. Please accept my apologies for delivering it so late. She was determined that you would have it no matter what."
"What is inside this?" Arshi inquired, looking down at the box in her hand.
"My Sultana, I did not dare to inquire. Even if I could, I would not because the box appears to have a lock that requires a special key to open. Lady Qanniyah, I believe, thought you might be able to open it, which is why she asked me to hand it to you."
"I see."
Arshi focused her attention on the box's lock for a few moments before shifting her gaze to Mohammed. "I appreciate it, Grand Vizier, Mohammed.
Mohammed smiled at her again, pushed back his chair, stood up, and bowed briefly.
"My Sultana, I must depart. I am so glad I was able to deliver the package I had for you. Now that I have completed what I had promised Lady Qanniyah, my heart is at ease."
"Thank you once more, and may Allah's blessings be with you always." Arshi rose from her seat as well and escorted him to the door.
Hatim walked into the room as Mohammed was about to leave. When he saw the two alone in the room, he frowned.
Mohammed bowed his head and greeted him before exiting the room, leaving Arshi and Hatim alone. After the door shut, Hatim turned his angry gaze at Arshi. "Why were you with Mohammed?"
Arshi blinked thrice before replying. "Pardon? Why was I with him?"
"That is what I asked, Arshi. Do not play me for a fool right now."
Arshi nearly burst out laughing as she observed Hatim's annoyance at Mohammed's unexpected visit. Was he envious of his own Grand Vizier, a close friend?
"He came here to bring me something," she sighed. "Please accept my apologies for allowing my chambermaids to leave the two of us alone in the room."
"Do not ever try that again, Arshi," he snarled.
"What?"
"Never let a man into your room. Except from me, no one else is permitted to remain in your private quarters."
"What about my chambermaids?"
"I am serious here!" he retorted. "I am the only man who should be looked at with those eyes. I am the only man whose voice should reach your lovely ears. I am..."
Arshi approached him with a smile on her face and her cheeks dimpled. She stood on tiptoes against him, wrapped her arms around his neck, and drew him towards her."Would you like to kiss me, Hathi?"