Posted by: Erin on Sunday, August 25, 2002 - 04:08 PM 
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The Seventh Veil
by PleaseCain@aol.com
There were whisperings about her.
When I learned that one of my senior courtiers, a veteran of the Judean campaigns, had repeated the rumors about my bride's fair daughter, I saw that he forfeited his head before the setting of the sun.
After presiding over the public execution, I strolled the southern annex of the palace, hopeful of some chance encounter, and god be blessed, I spied her through the palms, attended by her maidens in the garden. It was but the second time I had laid eyes on her. That night, I obsessed over her exquisite beauty, and her tantalizing secret, seen and unseen.
My intrigue intensified through the months, and now these final minutes, when I had arranged my interview, my heart pounded to the drummer's quickening rhythm and my fingertips sweated as they hadn't in years
A fingerbell rang and a tall form emerged from the curtain.
She was covered from head to ankle, except for her eyes, burning violet through the haze of spice and incense filling the tent, and her feet, thin with long toes on which she spun the ancient dance. Her movements were graceful yet aggressive, and when she threw off her cloak, her long arms and ivory stomach confirmed she was all woman.
Spinning in place with a serpentine arm twisting above her head, her skirt somehow unclasped and floated away like a cloud while my eyes fastened on her legs twisting through the sheer red pantaloons.
Instantly the drummer's tempo quickened and she stood in one spot, hips shimmying, the waist of her gauzy pants descending her thighs, with my eyes in train.
The beats fell fast as rain and the filmy pants dropped as she trilled her tongue, spun and thrice rang the fingerbells, her thick black hair falling from beneath her veil, twirling through the air.
The drummer responded with a call of his own as she turned her back to me and discarded her haltertop.
By the time she turned again, she had removed her gloves and draped them over her shoulders, covering her breasts. Abruptly, the music stopped, my ears ringing as I looked up at her beautiful face, at her shoulders heaving for breath. Her only clothing was the silk hanging before her groin. Her skin glowed with perspiration.
The drummer cleared his throat. "I am required to leave now, master."
"Go," I muttered. Her dark eyes burned into mine.
The old man again cleared his throat. I fished a silver from my purse and threw it, sending him chasing into the night.
She had a strong jaw with a cleft chin and full lips that twitched dangerously. Before I could speak, she spun and paraded to the middle of the tent, tantalizing with her dimpled cheeks, then turned and stalked to within an inch of my face.
Her command was husky: "Unveil me."
She seized my fingers midair, but her expression did not relent: "Unveil me." The gloves slid from her shoulders, revealing her jutting breasts.
The thin cloth tented noticeably before my face, fluttering with my excited breaths, her musky perfume filling my head. My lips drew closer, my teeth fastened on a corner and I yanked back my head. She purred.
Her cock curled skyward, red and beautiful, with a glistening drop of excitement at its lips. Her fingers released mine, combing through my hair, over and over, her chest rising in anticipation. I let her wait, inhaling her sweet smell, blowing from the bottom of her smooth balls and moving slowly upward along the underside of her phallus.
A groan escaped her gritted teeth, which was my signal to plunge my mouth over her cock. Her glans filled my throat each time I sucked; I grasped her asscheeks and my lips popped around her head, a sticky white trail stretching between us.
She cursed under her breath as I nibbled the skin between her sack and the base of her cock, moving down, down, sucking each ball like a tender egg, pulling gently, ever lower.
And I stopped.
Exotic as this creature was, she offered yet another surprise: while my tongue explored the babyflesh of her dangling jewels, it encountered an object hard and sharp, a golden ring through the loose skin of her scrotum meeting her perineum. When I realized, I became a ravenous animal, nuzzling the hoop between my puckered lips, my skin electric, my blood racing hot.
I swirled the velvety edges of her cockhead, and settled on her cumhole, feeding on her oily precum. I took her plum inside, humming and lapping, feeling her becoming harder, getting closer, and took her deeply, over and over, until I was rewarded with her warm stream in my throat.
I sucked her until her voice grew hoarse and her knees trembled and I guided her to my bed. Under my gaze, she displayed her feline body, stretching, her long legs twisting, turning back and forth, and she began to speak, but I silenced her with a gesture.
Lazily, she reached for a tiny brass urn from the tray by the fire.
She tucked her knees beneath her, reaching back to pour the glistening oil over her dark crack, offering herself to me, waiting, her hair hiding her face, the oil dripping onto her soles.
I dipped my swollen prick in the oil pooled on her feet and ran my length between the warm slick globes. She lifted her bottom provocatively, but I wanted to watch those night-sky eyes while I took her. I muscled her on her back and grasped her ankles, spreading those long legs wide in the air.
Her gasp of sudden exposure pleased me. The haughty, exquisite creature was mine.
My cock had waited long enough. Inhaling her exotic sex smell, I planted my purple tip against her flower-hole and sunk inside her tight pussychute. This was a woman who knew how to fuck: while I mined her deepest spot, and my kinky hair scratched her smooth hanging balls, she began massaging my shaft, her sphincter gripping the base and rippling upwards like rolling fingers. I let her squeeze and stroke me as I leaned forward, eye to eye, and nibbled the beauty mark on her cheek until she squirmed.
I drew up and split her legs further back, shirking from her grasp, and for a second we smirked at one another. Then I plunged inside, fucking her beautiful body, my cock rubbing furiously within, my sweat dripping on her face, and she wailed as I shot gusts of hot cum inside her.
Still joined, our fingers entwined, we shared wet unbroken kisses. She caressed my prick a long while before I released her and let her rest in my bed, her luscious body curled along mine.
Her voice was a whisper over her shoulder. "Has my dance pleased the King?"
"Immensely." Her hip was a smooth shell in my palm.
"Have I earned the King's favor, that he will grant a request, as he promised?"
"Of course, my beauty," I brushed her shoulder with assuring kisses, "gems, oils, gowns . . . whatever is your wish, and much of it."
"Whatever is my wish."
Resting my head, I closed my eyes, breathing her warm sweet scent, and became aware of a jostling tightness in her shoulders. Her raven hair hid her face while she sobbed.
Blowing lightly on her ear, I asked, "Why do you weep, Salome, my pearl?"
Her answer braced me, not for what was uttered, but for her tone, almost impudent, as if she had been laughing instead.
"It is fear, Sire, only my fear," she said, adding, "Father." Her bottom nestled and squeezed my rod.
Originally appeared as "The Dance of the Seven Veils"
Copyright 2001, 2002 PleaseCain@aol.com.
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