Game What are you doing right now?

I've been re-reading one of my former novels trying to decide if I want to do a sequel to it.
I came across this scene, thought you nice people might enjoy the read. I know I did. :)

Premise, its a Time Travel sci/fi, Modern people in an ancient land mixed with bit of the local culture of the time.

Scene: The guy 'Evan' is a big, I mean BIG Afro-American, a US Marine; he's been leading an army of (the equivalent of today's African) warriors north to confront their oppressors, the 'Shaekel' (based on the Muslim culture but the ancient variety.)

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Deception had worked where previously force had been required and unknowingly and unsuspected, the Shaekel garrison at Tooruk Bel Moojidi had opened the gates to admit the fast-travelling caravan. It hadn’t been until thunder had erupted inside the walls that anyone present realised they had been deceived by the sight this same caravan being pursued by a small force of D’jalon warriors. The D’jalon numbers offered no threat so the commander had ordered what he had assumed were merchants be admitted to safety then once the gates were shut once more, the sturdy walls and stout defenders would be under no threat . He did however despatch four riders to carry the news north to Mahsoor that a small roving band of the black-warriors had somehow evaded the other garrison towns to his south and were now only two days travel from the coast. Undoubtedly, the Shaekel cavalry would be sent to confront this incursion and if any of these black-skinned devils survived the encounter with the mounted forces of the Faithful, the salt-mines would gain additional slaves to endlessly toil for the benefit of the Faith. Two things had conspired against him this day.

The first was his very faith. The Shaekel were lords and masters of all they surveyed and being safe within the walls of Tooruk Bel Moojidi and so close to the populated shores of the sea, duty here was good with plentiful supplies of everything they required readily available, they wanted for nothing. Time had proved to be the other conspirator. Generation upon generation had served here and not once had they ever been called upon to exercise their martial capabilities in defence of the Faith and as such, numbers that had once numbered in the thousands had slowly been reduced to just couple of hundred. The recent losses the armies of the Faithful had suffered at the hands of the unclean had seen further demands placed on the garrison to provide a few replacements to rebuild the decimated Sabaoaths. Time, easy duty, lack of any training and men grown fat and lazy due to those causes was never going to offer much resistance to a determined foe. They had relied for too long on a history of no threats and stout walls to maintain security and they were paying for it now. With no one able to get near the gates to close them, the black warriors that had been giving the appearance of chasing a fast-running camel caravan simply ran in the open gate.

“That’s how easy it is, Zora. Let them see the obvious and they forget that not everything is obvious as it seems.” Evan grinned as he re-loaded his M-16.

“This woman is very impressed,” Zora replied after wiping her blade clean on the tunic of one of the fallen near the gate and slipped it home into her scabbard.

“Judging by the screams, there must be a few women here. I better go make sure the D’jalon aren’t getting carried away. It was just the garrison I wanted eliminated, not the lonely boy’s entertainment.” Even replied and headed off to break up what sounded like it was becoming a riot.

“Okay, break it up,” Evan roared at the top of his voice then fired a couple of shots from his pistol into the ceiling. “Leave the women alone,” he continued, the shots starting everyone in the room creating a fresh bout of screams from the women and stopping what was going to end up as a mass rape. “Go find the kitchens and get something to eat before your friends get here and there’s nothing left.”

The mention of food got the attention of most of D’jalon in the process of addressing their carnal lusts but it took Evan grabbing a couple of waistbands and physically hauling the men off the top of the terrified concubines and propelling them towards the door before the mayhem settled down. The final act was him applying his big army boot to a couple of backsides and clearing the room of all the lusty warriors. He might be leading almost thirty thousand warriors but by no stretch of the imagination could they be called an army. He’d left the savannah lands with over forty thousand of these warriors but the further north they had travelled, the seemingly endless vista of rolling sand dunes combined with long tiring days walking further and further from their homeland had seen many just turn around and head home. What had begun as the prospect of an exciting adventure at first had begun to pale the further they went and the more tired they had become. Food was running short, water had to be strictly rationed and although they had been able to replenish water at every garrison they had overcome, in increasing numbers, the men were tired, hungry and dis-spirited and had simply walked away whenever they stopped for the night. They were fed up and no amount of coercion or persuasion by Neith or any of the chieftains was going to deter them from going home.

Confronted with over thirty terrified women who had been convinced up until Evan’s timely arrival they were about to be abused and then slain, most likely even eaten if the rumours the Shaekel leadership had widely circulated were to be believed now congregated against the back wall of what was apparently their quarters. Evan may have put an end to their immediate fears but in their eyes, he was by far the biggest and meanest-looking of all the black-skinned warriors who had burst into the room and the thunder of his Beretta firing in the room had them all believing he was possessed of some magical powers. Thoughts that they were being possibly kept alive for some unspeakable ritual or human sacrifice filled many a head due to the rumours and disinformation that had been freely circulated as a means to instil fighting morale within the troops who manned the garrison. Those same troops had widely talked with the women and thus the untruths passed to the ears of these women who served their Faith by serving the sexual needs of the men stationed here. The women were a curious mix as well with some Evan had to admit as being true beauties while several appeared well past their prime and he was left wondering about the strange customs and odd ways of the Shaekel lifestyle where the women of the lands seemed to always be subservient to the needs of the men.

“What is to become of us,” the most beautiful of the women finally summoned the courage to ask, her filmy transparent silken attire and gossamer-thin veil leaving no doubt in Evan’s mind that she was genuinely beautiful.

“I’m sorry about that,” Evan began meaning the sudden intrusion into their lives by the undisciplined warriors he was attempting to lead. “I didn’t know there were women here until I heard you screaming. Don’t worry; I’ll put a guard on the door and you won’t be troubled again as long as I am here. Our fight is with your Shah, not his people so just relax but I’d advise you to stay inside, understand? I can protect you in here but not if you go wandering about outside.”

“You do not intend to slay us all,” the woman further asked.

“Hell no; don’t you even think that. The D’jalon will be camped out around the garrison tonight be we’ll be moving on in the morning at sunrise. What you do after that is your business.” Evan informed them just as Zora walked in and faces that once held fear and were just starting to calm down now looked at the tall Karkeara warrior in amazement. “Zora, can you talk to these women? I don’t think they believe me that we’re not going to harm anyone. I’m going to go have a look around and make sure the D’jalon aren’t going to try and do something else stupid.”

“This woman will do this thing, Evan,” Zora replied then strode into the room, winking at Evan as she passed him and he grinned back.

Once the big US Marine has left and closed the door behind him, Zora took a long searching look at the group of what she knew to be concubines. She had learned about the mentality behind such a profession where the women could make a living selling their sexual favours and in an isolated outpost that offered no where they could spend their earnings, many were in all likelihood rather wealthy. As with the male members of the Shaekel, they too could seek a better lifestyle and conditions for themselves by applying themselves diligently to the teachings of their Faith. Those with families could provide a better life for their kin whereas for others, it was simply a means to acquire a dowry before contemplating marriage and the woman who could bring some wealth to the matrimonial commitment was far more attractive in the eyes of a prospective male suitor than one without it. For the women of the Karkeara, warriors all who accepted no man as a better and very few as equals; it was almost beyond belief that a woman would willingly subjugate herself to any man. With a blade in her hand, Zora accepted no man as an equal and they had to earn her respect and any attempt to force her compliance to anything she was not freely willing to offer would be met with a battle-cry on her lips and flashing steel in her hand.
 
“It is forbidden for a Shaekel woman to touch the weapons of a man,” the haughty-beauty mentioned on eyeing the hilt of Zora’s broadsword protruding about her left shoulder.

“This woman is not Shaekel,” Zora stated with conviction. “This woman is Karkeara and Karkeara are warriors all.”

“Are you not bound to serve the desires of all men? Is man not the sole reason to exist, to provide that which only a woman can?”

“This woman chooses who I share myself with and any man who believes that I am here just to serve him will find that I will indeed serve, a yard of steel in his guts.”

“I saw the look you gave that man, Evan when you entered. You have served him and his desires.”

“This woman deemed him worthy of my affections and yes, such intimacy as you mention happened between us. Evan is a good man who cares for all people, man and woman but he too is a warrior who will never take a step back from any foe. He is a man most worthy to share this woman’s bed and thus has transpired between us. He accepted it was this woman’s choice alone to make and thus made, I gave myself willingly unto him. He treats women as equals and not just to be used for his pleasures. And of the man himself, any woman would sing praises to the Gods for the chance to find herself in his embrace and know him as only a woman can know any man. This woman has known other lovers in her life but none who have pleased and satisfied as well as Evan. This woman would die for him because this woman has lived to know life and all its splendours in his powerful arms.”

“I see the truth in your words as a serving Dala is trained from puberty to know the truth and I am moved by your devotion. I am called Dala Misanth and have served the men of the Faith since my thirteenth year. With study and devotion to our holy cause, I seek to ascend to the rank of Adala when I am deemed worthy of such advancement within the ranks of all Dalas. We exist to serve men and to this cause, we devote our lives.”

“One day, this women hopes you have the chance to make your own choice of a man that you alone decide is worthy of your affections. Only then will you know the true joy of what being a woman really means. Until that day, you are no more than a slave to the whims of men.” Zora explained, if not a little harshly because the Dala was displaying an attitude that was almost beyond Zora’s ability to believe that almost any woman would consider. Zora left the women with those thoughts and began exploring the quarters where these women lived their chosen lifestyle, wondering about their strange-to-her thinking and devotion to a cause that made males the absolute rulers of their lives. Equally, the concubines watched with not a little puzzlement at this obviously proud weapon-wielding warrior as she wandered their abode, looking at various artefacts and items on the various shelves and furniture about the room. Several doors opened off the communal area and proved to be the women’s sleeping quarters, some having as many as six beds separated by filmy curtains and decorated with wall hangings and alcoves with clothing hanging. Zora respected their privacy and did nothing but satisfy her curiosity by looking because she knew several of their women were watching her as she prowled about the various rooms.

One room however was by far, more opulent and garishly decorated than the others. Sporting just one large bed, it also had several ornately carved cabinets, large windows that faced the west, heavy embroidered curtains and Zora know immediately, this was Dala Misanth’s room. It also had something the other rooms lacked; a second door and when she pushed it open, discovered it led directly to another opulent bedroom that she quickly determined was the garrison commander’s abode. This room was decorated in a more masculine fashion, the bed sported more of the filmy curtains that seemed to be so-favoured by the Shaekel, expensive treasures on expensive-looking and elaborately-carved furniture, displays of weapons and flags hung predominantly on two of the four walls and plush carpets covered the floor. The bed was dishevelled as if the occupier had left it in haste and she guessed the commander had been startled when he realised that the garrison was being assaulted, rushed outside to discover what all the sudden commotion meant and died there under a flood-tide of bloodied D’jalon spears. A door opened into a large room with a huge table surrounded by twenty chairs and was obviously where the commander held meetings with his men or entertained guests.

As soon as Zora left the room, she noticed Evan standing off to her right before the garrison’s barracks block attempting to kick open what was an obviously locked door. Just as she arrived at his side, something in the door-jamb splintered, yielding to his powerful kicks and the door crashed open. The room proved to be a combined armoury and store house with rack upon rack holding hundreds of swords, lances and at least a thousand of the short sturdy bows the Shaekel favoured along with a vast quantity of arrows. There was saddlery, tack, water-skins, ream upon ream of material predominantly white in colour and even several what appeared to be brand new wagon wheels.

“We can use most of this gear,” Evan mentioned after a brief look around. “I’ll get the D’jalon chieftains to distribute it amongst any of the men they think could make the best use of it. The lances will be useful if we encounter any cavalry and having that many bows, even if the men aren’t used to using them, it doesn’t take much skill to shoot a few arrows at the bad guys.”

Zora nodded her agreement. “The women will cause no trouble,” Zora informed him. “Fear of the D’jalon will keep them inside their quarters. Your plan is now what, Evan?”

“This garrison was obviously built to hold at least ten times the defenders we encountered and there are enough stores laid in to feed that many for a week. We’ll let the men have an early finish today and they can camp in the area and rest for the rest of the day and the night. It’s only about a two-day’s walk to the coast from here so they can kill the remaining buffalo and once the stores are distributed, fill their hungry stomachs and water-skins and we’ll make an early start in the morning.”

“This woman wonders where you will stay this night.” Zora asked with a twinkle in her eye.

“Well, I want to arrange a meeting with the chieftains then I’ll probably find a quiet spot somewhere.”

“This woman has a suggestion; you are the commander, yes,” she asked with a straight face and Evan wasn’t falling for it for a minute. “The commander’s bed appears big enough for two.”

“Who did you have in mind,” Evan asked innocently.

“This woman of course,” Zora suggested and this time, her face did brighten into a smile.

Several hours later, with the newly-risen moon glistening on the faint sheen of sweat on Evan’s broad back, Zora’s arms, draped around his neck pulled his lips down to hers and kissed him again. “That woman has been watching us,” she whispered softly in the big marine’s ear.

To Dala Misanth, watching had been a normal part of her formative years so she felt no qualms about being the voyeur as Evan and Zora gave themselves to sating their mutual passions. Watching lovers engaged in sexual acts had been the then-young girl’s introduction to what life would hold in store for a future concubine. They had been encouraged to do so in fact by the senior Adalas and Prodalas as being the beginnings of educating and teaching them what the aspiring Dala needed to know in the pursuit of a life devoted to pleasing men. The sole time their focus was not on giving the man pleasure was the day that a carefully chosen male would be offered the young girl’s virginity. With patience and sensitivity, the great honour the man had been offered was the result of him displaying the necessary qualities to several more-experienced concubines who would then meet and vote on the man’s suitability for the task. However, from that day onwards, the often very young girl earned the probationary title of Seidala as she began a life devoted to the male of the species.

Some of the young girls never advanced further either because they lacked the necessary commitment or for some, the emotional issues that accompanied servicing the needs of so many men, from the gentle and kind to the demanding and brutal and were discretely discarded from the training establishments in shame. Payments to the girl’s families would cease and the young girl often found herself homeless and a beggar, cast out onto the streets and being forced to sell her-self anyway but now just for scraps in order to survive. Most did not survive; some taking their own lives in despair, succumbing to disease or being murdered during a violent rape and no one cared for their plight. They were deemed as failing to be true to the Faith that guided all Shaekel and as such, not worthy of a true believer’s pity. No second chance was ever offered nor were any of the girls told what life would hold in store for them as a result of failure with every new intake expected to trust and believe in the teachings or their tutors and mentors and the faith’s natural order of selection. If they failed, it was a failure of their beliefs and as such, the selection process weeded out any who harboured doubts or reluctance to commit firmly and devotedly to the Faith.
 
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Evan suddenly felt awkward as if he was being appraised or evaluated and in this he was correct but not in the way he assumed. He knew what the woman’s vocation was and guessed with having a life-time of carnal experience behind her, her mindset would be more inclined to being critical of what she was observing rather that the true reason, learning if the woman Zora’s words had been truthful. Misanth had been with enough men to know the difference between a man just accepting her ministrations or taking what he deemed as being a man’s right to take but watching Evan and Zora offering and accepting the mutual gift of pleasure was almost unknown to the Dala. It was the woman’s first experience with the freedom the women Zora has talked about; freedom to choose a lover then freedom to give herself completely and utterly because the man she had chosen was returning her passions with caring passion of his own. She realised it was gratitude rather than obligation that drove the pair to the apparent heights of pleasure that the Dala had never experienced in all her years of sexual encounters. In her mind, a war began, the teachings of her faith was now at odds with what her eyes could plainly see and try as she might, with the devotion of someone who had always had ultimate belief if the Faith, doubt had begun to gnaw at the fringes of that belief.

Zora understood what was happening far better than Evan did because she had listened to the woman express her beliefs and although they went completely against everything the Karkeara believed in, she was a woman and as such, understood the woman’s emotions better than the man did. “This woman believes she has shown that all that that women knew before has just proven to be false.” She furthered whispered in Evan’s ear.

Evan rolled onto his side, propped on one elbow, glanced at the shadowy face in the doorway than back to the smiling face of the women he held in his strong arm and wondered if he was missing something he thought should have been obvious if Zora could see it. “What do you mean, Zora,” he whispered back.

“The Dala has never had a choice except to choose to do what she could to please the man who chose her. This woman knows she wants to make a choice right here and right now but cannot because she does not know how.” Zora explained.

“What choice,” Evan asked because he was becoming more mystified with every second and Zora’s seemingly cryptic replies weren’t helping him understand what was going on.

“The Dala wants to choose you, Evan. She wants to know what this woman knows, that here in my arms is a true man who cares and tries his best to please me. The Dala wants to choose to be in your arms now and to know you as only any woman can know any man.”

“Well, I’m busy pleasing this woman and have no plans to stop right now, Zora. There’s no way I am ever going to ditch you just because some Shaekel whore wants a piece of me.”

“This woman is honoured to hear that but you are more than enough man for two women. Invite her to our bed. This woman is curious to see her face when you love her. This woman would gamble and be assured of a win; that Dala has never had a man as is yourself; so strong and so big.”

“You’re serious,” Even was sure his jaw just dropped a foot when he realised what Zora was saying.

“This woman believes it will prove very entertaining and when the Dala is spent and done for, this woman will still be here for you.”

Evan just realised Zora had a mean streak inside and she was actually excited at the prospect of the shock that discovering how big he actually would prove to be to Misanth because she remembered the first time she found out and thought he was going to break her.

“Do you know her name,” Evan asked in a whisper.

“This woman believes he name is Misanth,” Zora kissed him again after replying and the smile that washed over her face told him she was looking forward to seeing the look on the woman’s face when she too discovered what Zora already knew.

Evan worked his arm out from under Zora’s neck then sat up, facing the partially-open door. “Would you care to come join us, Misanth; is that your name?” Evan asked with a grin.

Almost shyly, the highly experienced concubine had never before actually been asked or given a choice in the matter and for a long few seconds, she remained silent, trying to decide what to do. “If this is your command, I will obey.”

“I’m not fucking telling you to do anything, Misanth. If you want to come join us, come. If not, shut the damn door while I keep Zora entertained. I’m, or rather, we’re offering you the choice.” Again, Misanth remained unmoving for several seconds before she finally decided that she did like being asked rather than ordered and she slowly pulled the door open and entered the room. Evan patted the bed beside where he and Zora were, smiled and spoke. “I bet it feels good for you to make the choice for a change.”

In the dim moonlight, barely more than silhouettes could be seen so with a kiss on Zora’s smiling lips, Evan got out of bed and walked slowly towards Misanth. Out of training and a lifetime of conditioning, she began to reach for him, but Evan caught her wrists gently, turned her slowly around them with his chest against her back, softly, he kissed her neck, first one side, and then the other. Misanth was tense; Evan sensed it but he was in no rush. He’d only just had a love session with Zora and a little time to recover was going to only work in the big man’s favour. His gentle fingertips traced gentle lines down both her arms, her sheer silken and translucent sleeves hardly noticeable to either him or the woman. Instincts honed through a thousand intimate encounters saw the concubine constantly trying to contribute as she had trained and believed she should but Evan was having none of it. He denied her every effort to reach behind then he realised, he was his very impressive manhood pressing into the small of her back motivating her efforts to explore what she could only feel. A grin creased the big man’s face when he remembered Zora mentioning the Dala was in for a very big surprise so Evan became determined to prevent her being forewarned what to expect.

He switched his attention to both caressing her very soft and full bosom while working out how to get the woman’s sheer top off without destroying it, as much as he was tempted to do just that. On discovering a bow befind her neck, he quickly found the loose end, undid it then while two hands sliding up her sides and raising the woman’s arms above her head, the silken shirt slipped free and fell unnoticed to the floor. With his big hands teasing and worrying the Dala’s now very erect nipples, every gasp sounded like a surprise and Evan knew he was very much arousing the woman’s passions. A glance over his shoulder revealed Zora was grinning with almost mirth obviously anticipating what was in store for Misanth so he winked at her then in a sudden move, scooped the woman into his arms, turned and laid her down gently beside Zora. Before the woman could react, his hands found the waistband of her voluminous leggings and as with her shirt, his hands traced paths down her legs until the garment was free of her feet and joined her top on the floor. On his hands and knees, he was on the bed and between her legs before the Dala knew he was there, his giant frame filling her view with his lips on her neck, her cheeks, her chest and breasts.
 
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With a woman’s instincts to guide her and prior knowledge of what was to come, Zora sat up then grasped this highly experienced concubine’s hand because she knew, nothing in this woman’s long history of sexual encounters was going to prepare her for the assault on both body and mind that was imminent. With her free hand, Zora caressed Evan’s broad back, her long strong fingers gentle in their caresses as if this would ease the shock that was to follow but knowing it wouldn’t. Then Evan was there, his powerful erection probing her soft, moist folds and Zora felt her hand squeezed even more tightly. Still smiling and watching Misanth’s eyes, Evan eased forward and his penetration of her began, gently but remorselessly and the women’s eyes went wide, then wider still and the sharp intake of breath the Dala took became a moan that quickly changed to a gasping cry. Her body arched and went rigid, every muscle taut and her eyes rolled back into her head until just the whites showed. Still deeper Evan pushed inside her and until and Zora wondered briefly if the look of shock she could see on the concubine’s face was similar to how she must have looked when the powerful Karkeara warrior discovered for the first time the sheer size of the man she thought was going to split her apart.

“By all the Faith believes,’ Misanth cried out in a rasping desperate cry to no one when she managed to find the words when disbelief yielded to the pain unlike anything she had known before. Outside, the rhythmic drumming of spears on shields and the wailing sing-song chants emanating from the host of the D’jalon offered a distant accompaniment to their passions as the men feasted and celebrated. “Have mercy,” Misanth moaned into Evan’s smiling face.

Pain it was but it was warring with pleasure in her senses, senses that had known the heights of pleasure and the woman who had known of almost infinite pleasures of the pallet discovered she had never known anything like this before. Big men and strong, small and wiry, she had shared herself with them all but now she was pinned beneath a mountain of black man, the biggest and strongest of them all, helpless to do anything except suffer this undeniable assault to both body and mind as Evan pushed deeper and deeper still. Then she was filled with the man and a cry of anguish erupted unbidden from her mouth before some semblance of relief washed over her as Evan began a slow deliberate withdrawal. But this was just a temporary respite when his madness-inspiring erection stopped short of complete withdrawal and again, surged back to her full depths and beyond. Zora leant across the big man’s shoulder, her full firm breasts pressing onto his broad back a delightful addition to the big man’s pleasure and knowing his powerful frame would not be hindered at all. Again and again, he pushed his full and impressive size into her, tearing at Misanth’s sanity until this highly-experienced concubine became aware that agony had been replaced with ecstasy and a climax unlike anything the woman had ever known before erupted within her.

Starting as an undeniable ache in her loins, it quickly spread to every part of her soft and sensual body, limbs trembling with its sheer intensity and her mind unable to focus on anything except this previously undreamt-of peak of exquisite agony. Evan now rode her peak powerfully and deliberately, holding it at its maximum heights, an avalanche of unbridled pleasure that buried her consciousness beneath wave after wave of powerful sensations. The Dala was completely unaware when he slowed, so lost in this cataclysmic assault on her senses was she. Evan stopped, his full length driven deep inside her until he felt her rush of continuous orgasms slow and then finally stop. With gentle grace, he caressed her forehead although he doubted she was even aware of his caring and affectionate touch. Zora turned his head to face her and kissed him right on the mouth before she eased herself away and onto her back beside the pair, the invitation in her sparkling eyes to continue his love-making with her undeniable. Slowly, and deliberately, Evan withdrew and eased his big frame off her, the woman instantly curling up into the foetal position, her hands pressed hard against her throbbing vagina.

With anxious excitement, Zora threw her arms around the big man’s neck, as he manoeuvred himself between her legs. Although the Karkeara warrior knew what to expect, his first penetration elicited almost the same reaction that it had the first time she had intimately discovered the man. She too gasped and like the Dala before her, her back arched and desperate hands clutched his back but this time, he knew he need not be so gentle. The fit and strong Karkeara woman was up to accepting all the power and force he had to offer and where he had been as gentle and deliberate as he was able with the sensually soft Dala, Zora both suffered and revelled in the full experience of the man’s now heightened lust. Pinned beneath his powerful black body, he pummelled her almost as if he hated her and she loved every moment. Writhing and gasping with every thrust, her excitement at sharing the Dala’s introduction of the pleasure the big man had to offer and almost before she was aware it was coming, her climax arrived and like the women before her, was driven to shuddering and trembling stillness. Then the big men let him-self go, just as Zora’s climax peaked and together they rode out his orgasm as he pounded her into exquisite submission.

Dawn’s first light woke Evan and he could not help but smile at the two women, now nestled against his sides, one powerful arm wrapped around each, two heads lying on his shoulders and two hands holding onto each other in the middle of his broad chest. Suddenly, he was aware that the three now occupying the bed were not alone in the opulent room. In a semi-circle about the bed, kneeling on the floor in positions of subservience, thirty and more concubines stared with unbelieving eyes at the trio. He wondered how long they had been there before deciding he didn’t care. He could however see the desire in their eyes and the curiosity on their faces and for the briefest of moments he imagined spending a couple of days to answer their silent and unasked questions. With a slight shake of his head, he realised that he had other responsibilities this day other than sating the lusts of this bevy of women. Zora woke next purring her delight before extending her neck and kissing the big man on the mouth. The movement roused the Dala but it took longer for her awareness to return. With an almost demanding grasp, she pulled herself closer against his side and when she finally opened her eyes, it took a few moments for the women to find the focus and for the memory of the night just gone to return.

“Good morning ladies,” Evan grinned and thought, ‘that was a first.’

“This woman greets you, Evan and thanks you too,” Zora purred softly before kissing him again, the twinkle in her eye a sure promise that if he wanted to share pleasures with her again in dawn’s first light, she was more than willing to acquiesce to the big man’s desires. Long into the night, the murmur of noise from the D’jalon camp continued and the big man grinned when he realised that few of them would be awake to greet the new day’s sunrise. Evan decided, there were worse ways to spend a morning so after slipping his arm out from under Misanth’s neck, he reached over and kissed Zora, long and deep. The Dala stirred briefly at the movement and a few muted gasps sounded from their audience but Evan just ignored them figuring if they wanted to watch, Zora and he would give them something worth viewing.

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Hope you enjoy the read

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