King Tullah sat upon his ornate gold throne, a masterwork of artistry, embellished with fine and rare purple velvet. In front of him were three women, taken from his recent saccing of Baraq.
"Welcome to my court. It may not seem it, but you are in beneficent circumstances."
He looked intently at the woman on the left, the oldest of the three, had seen maybe thirty winters. She had fairer skin than the rest, and a full, curvy frame.
"I am Mesri, a simple baker." Her voice shook. "I worked with my husband but he was ..." she trailed off, in obvious fear of accusing the king of causing her husbands death.
"He is gone now, you are here now. Please continue, tell me of your bakery."
"It was our pride and joy, it grew greatly in the past few years." Tears streamed down her face.
"I am sorry." Tullah offered, sincerely. "I aim to reshape the world, but unfortunately destruction is a necessary in the act of creation."
Her lips twisted with grief, holding in her sorrow. She wished to wail uncontrollably, but feared the consequences.
His gaze turned to the middle woman, barely of marrying age, quite tall and broad shouldered. He was met with a rebellious stare.
Before he could ask, she announced herself.
"My name is Batara, and I wish to challenge you, for killing my brothers and father."
He was firm and silent, but a smile began to grow.
"I would accept your challenge, if not that your loyalty and zeal would let you best me. Your spirit is immense, young woman.
He turned to the last woman, who had darker skin than the rest, and quite sharp features, her hair was shoulder length and shoulder length. She seemed to be between the age of the other two
"My name is Asari. I am a bookkeeper, I help my father in his work."
Tullah was pleasantly surprised, not many women could read or write in her kingdom, being a bookkeeper was quite a rarity.
"Is your father a good man?"
"He is the kindest man, praise the gods that he still walks with us."
"Can he manage his business without you?"
"It would be more difficult, but he is an earnest man."
Tullah paused for a moment.
"I have made my decisions. Mesri, you will work in my royal kitchen, I hope that practicing your craft will let you find joy in your life once more. Batara, you will join the ranks of my archery units, may your fury against me pierce the hearts of my enemies. Asari, you will stay here at the palace for now. I will send your father a scribe to assist him."
With a wave of his hand, the Mesri and Batara were lead away, and Asari deeper into the palace.
Asari was lead to a royal bed chamber, the likes of which she had never seen or imagined. The finest gold and indigo blue cloths draped the walls. Two gold statues of lions flanked the bed. And gold oil lamps encircled the room. In the centre of the room was a large circular bed with a clould like duvet which seemed to have light rain on it from above. In the centre of the ceiling there was a large skylight that illuminated the room.
The guard motioned for her to take a seat at the edge of the bed. A servant brought her a cup of water, she accepted, the coolness calmed her nerves.
As the minutes passed, Asari's wonderment ot the room was replace by doubt about her fate.
It was half an hour before Tullah made his entrance. He strode past the double doors flanked by six women in white silken robes, each of which were obviously pregnant, all carrying short swords ar their sides. Each of them seemed to be from a different part of the world.
Asari was confused as to who these women were, surely they were not his honor guard.
Tullah stopped a bodies length infront of her and the six walked past her standing around the far side of the bed.
The king's stance was wide and he stood confidently. He wore a blue and gold robes the matched the color of the room. He was not particularly tall, but quite muscular, with olive skin and jet black curly hair. His beard was full and a few inches long, but sharply trimmed. He had green eyes and a strong nose .
"Asari, I have chosen you to be my newest wife. I have taken one from each of the cities I have conquered. So there are many, you may not even meet them all in your life time."
"You will be well taken care of, and outside of bearing my children, you will be free to do as you wish. In particular you might find the palace libraries quite interesting."
"Omara, come here, please."
A dark skinned woman, the most heavily pregant of them all answered.
She made her way around the bed gracefully, Asari just now noting how tall and slender her body was to be carrying such a large belly. Her hair was tightly curled but short, like a soldier.
Omara went to Tullah's side, and turned to face Asari.
"She is her own woman," her kissed her cheek, "but you must understand, the child is mine." He stepped behind her and reached around to put his hands put his hand on her belly possessively.
"This child will be destined to rule the city of his mother. As generous a king that I am, the people always resent being ruled by an outsider."
"What if I do not wish to be your wife, or bear your children?"
He laughed with a hint of arrogance.
"The doors of my palace are unlocked, you may leave if you wish. There will always be another who will accept my generosity."
"Why are your wives armed, is that not a threat?"
"Oh, yes, that was an idea of my first wife. She feared me at first, so I gave her my blade. If I ever strike one of my wives, the others will cut me down."
"I am still not sure I could leave my father, he will not manage well without me."
"Your loyalty to your father is most admirable. Could he stay with you here instead?"
Asari was at a loss for words. She could not help but feel the king's generosity as a kind of coercion, rather than seduction. He was making the grass of each other path look wilted, while his was lined by blooming flowers.
Omara stepped to her and sat beside her on the bed. She took her hand and placed it on her belly.
"Do not be a afraid, it is wonderous to feel a child of such a great man grow inside of you."
She felt the movement within. Asari had been so busy helping her father, she had barely consired marriage or motherhood. In that moment she felt a deep longing to be like Omara. She felt a tightness between her hips.
She felt Tullah sit to the other side of her.
"Will you stay as my wife?"
She turned to him, smelling the spiced scent of his perfume. It intoxicated her, as she stared into eyes trying to discern whether his generosity was a ruse. She felt her loins growing warmer, and she became desperate to feel his skin. She reached into his robe and placed her hand on his hair covered chest, she could feel his heart beating strong and steady.
Without thinking she leaned forward to kiss him. Her lips tingled as they pressed against his. He reached around her waist and pulled her closer to him. Her body almost melted with submission to his will.
She eagerly began removing her clothing. She felt hands undoing the back of her dress. It was Omara. She felt Omara's warm kisses on her neck and back.
Her top half now exposed Tullah began kissing down her chest, stopping at her nipple, gently suckling it and flicking it with his tongue. Strange new sensations tickled through her body.
Asari leaned back and pulled her dress down to her knees, and Tullah removed it, casting it to the floor. The king stood and removed his robes. His erection glinted like a sword from the light above, his balls like that of a bull.
Omara had removed her clothing and weapon as well and began kissing Asari. Asari caressed Omara's belly.
"You are very beautiful" Asari whispered, awash in strange sensation and attractions. Omara smiled back.
Tullah gestures to the rest of the wives to join them. They too disrobed and disarmed, before crawling across the bed to the other three of them.
Tullah drew the fair skinned Kae to him, she haid ling blonde hair and blue eyes, and was five month's pregnant. Kneeling towards each other they began kissing intensly. Tullah's hand reached low and his fingers began stroking her lips. Kae moaned lightly.
Omara fingers danced to Asari's loins, they were slick with wetness, her legs opened freely. Omara slipped a single finger into her, and curling her finger back. Warm pleasure and tnsion started building within Asari, her back arched and eyes squeezed shut as it overwhelmed her.
She opened her eyes again to see a mass of limbs and bodies writhing beside her in pleasure. She felt Omara's fingers pull out of her, and she looked down, Tullah was standing between her legs, his sweaty and muscle bound body glittered like a statue.
He pushed Asari's legs back and the tip of his penis pressed to her wet lips. His manhood was not long, but had great girth. She pulled him inside her, his dick hitting the same spot that Omara had been touching.
Tullah thrust into her, she lost her breath immediately as he filled her. He leaned towards her kissed her deeply, their tongues swirling around each other. He straighten himself upright and pulled Asira firmly onto him, grunting with pleasure.
Asira saw him as a prize stud, surrounded by his mares, who obviously adored him.
Tullah took her legs and placed them over his shoulders, his hands cupped her buttocks firmly from underneath. He raised her off of the bed, and began raising and lowering her on to his cock.
Waves of pleasure overtook Asari, she wrapped her legs around Tullah's back to stop her writhing from getting out of her control.
Her eyes locked with his, she saw duty in his eyes, that this act was all part of of something more for him. She did not love him, but she admired him.
The pleasure in her had reached atm tipping point. Every muscle in her body tightened with the rush of her climax. She tightened her self around him and he thrust harder, himself panting and grunting like a wild animal.
She felt a soft burst of warmth inside of her, and another. Tullah's face contorted as if he was in pain. His erection begain to soften inside her, and he let her down collapsing ontop of her.
She threw her arms around him and pulled him close. The weight of his body was comforting to her. His back heaved up and down as he laboured to regain his breath. His sweat soaked her body.
Around her, his other wives cooed and moaned as their tongues pleasured each other.
