Younos
Younos was worried. He had to arrange a sum of a hundred dinars, unless he wanted to smell like the sewer. The Sultana actually had thought he was a boy, although he was in his early twenties. It smarted. Such a ravishing woman, and she thought him a boy. Of course, his first thought when he thought of the Sultana was not ravishing. It was terrifying. Her personality was something else. It was as if she carried an enormous reserve power just beneath her surface, and if anyone got too comfortable, she would blast them to smithereens with that power.
Maybe he could allow himself to smell like the sewer for two weeks. His sister would complain, but he was sure she wouldn’t give him a hundred dinars. Then, there was the character reference. The Sultana’s personal scribe had been ordered to give Younos the details. He was supposed to get a person of repute in the city to vouch for his character. He did not know anyone of repute.
He did not know where he’d get that character reference. Hypatia was a whore. If she vouched for his character, he suspected that she would be insulted in the Sultana’s court as well. Perhaps a soldier in the Sultana’s army with a secret to keep would be a good character reference? Almost as soon as he thought of it, he dismissed the idea. The Nubian would break his neck the moment he approached him with any idea of blackmail. He had suspected as much a while back, and had used Agathon as the bait to confirm this suspicion.
He could approach a customer of his sister’s. Someone with an unsullied reputation, who clandestinely asked for fetish favors from her. He was absolutely sure she wouldn’t tell him anything. Which meant he had to ferret this information out himself.
Imi
Imi crawled out of the prince’s chambers. Her loins were sore, and her anus hurt. Her jaws had been overworked. Her entire nervous system had been excited beyond all comprehension many times in the night, and now she required rest. It almost seemed as if every single nerve and particle in her body was aching. It was a gentle ache, and one that made her fondly remember the night, but it was an ache nonetheless. She was both happy and exhausted.
The prince was more of a devil than an angel when it came to carnal indulgences. The previous night had started with a simple session of cock sucking, that had descended into games of trying out different postures, and the prince teaching Imi how making love in different orifices in the human body felt.
The prince had shown her how a large male member can be housed in a female mouth for extended periods of time. He had coached her on how male testicles must be treated in sex play. He had also initiated her into the pleasures of having a penis stuffed in the anus. There had also been plenty of regular lovemaking, with the prince fucking her vagina from different angles.
Now Imi knew two things. First, that she would rest all day, and perhaps the next day, but she would come back to give the prince more company. Second, that there must be a way in which a serving girl can marry a prince, no matter how much of a lecher he is. After all, his sheer good looks seemed to make up for any flaws in his character.
Rawer
Rawer gave the lips of her womanhood another loving kiss and felt her mouth the head of his penis. He smiled and continued loving the princess. Again they climaxed simultaneously, and his seed spilled all over her face, and her juices wet his face. It was their favorite shared experience, to lose themselves in the throes of mutual orgasm, forgetting the cruelties of a world that would attack them from all directions if their affair came out.
The crawl through the sewer had been worse than the princess had anticipated, but she had done it. Rawer had observed from a hidden vantage point for a good quarter hour before calling out to her and taking her on horseback to a secret lair which he had set up. Even Tuya wasn’t privy to the existence of this lair.
He had gathered water in a bath near the lair, so that the princess could bathe and refresh herself. It wasn’t the same as bathing in a bath, as she was used to, but it was the best that he could arrange given the secretive nature of what they were doing.
After the lovemaking session, he spoke to her about his plans to take her to be his wife to another country. The princess was both happy and dismayed. She was attached to her people and her family, and would lose all of that, for the sake of gaining his love.
He told her the truth about him, and she was pleased. He was royalty just as she was, and she would live like a princess if she were to accompany him to the Kushite regions. They were powerful allies of the Sultana, and once she was adopted by them, even her mother could not do anything about her marriage. He told her all this.
She was happy beyond anything she had ever dreamed of. She told him this. She spoke to him of how her heart leapt, every time she thought that he was the only man she wanted, and how she was the only woman he wanted.
Rawer’s eyes reflected something in addition to the joy she felt. It was subtle, but disturbing. He was conflicted. He never thought of relationships with women as exclusive. Sometimes he wanted to fuck a Mesopotamian woman, and sometimes a Nubian. Sometimes it was Egyptian and sometimes it was Hellenic.
He never considered this improper. Now the princess clearly wanted him to make love only to her, for the rest of eternity. He knew that wasn’t in him. He didn’t know what she would say when he broached this particular subject.
Right now he had seen her back to the mouth of the sewer and asked her to be alert and vigilant until she was safely back and had her bath. They also made plans for the next visit.
He considered themselves lucky, because the Sultana was preoccupied with the snake sisters attacking the kingdom, apart from her usual workload as the people’s magistrate and multiple engagements.
He didn’t know that hot, angry eyes had watched him kiss the princess. Hot eyes that were brimming over with jealousy, and would do anything to get between him and the princess. The eyes glared even now, as he sat in a pensive pose, a few feet from the mouth of the sewer, having just heard the last of Mediha’s steps receding in the distance.
Sultana
The star-shaped section of the woods had been scouted. An entire section of the Sultana’s army had gone there, including the princess Lubna herself. She was the adventurous one, and once she knew of her mother’s plans, she had prevailed on her to accompany the party.
There appeared to be nothing there of consequence. There were simply woods, and a peculiar star shape to them. The entire length between the woods and the Wadi had been scoured inch by inch, with many pairs of eyes scanning the region for signs of that secret something that they needed to survive the onslaught of the sisters. The general consensus was that this something was buried deep within the ground and that they would have to start digging the entire length between the woods and Wadi to uncover something.
The Sultana was given this information and contemplated it. She was sitting with two of her nonagenarian ministers, the ones that had aged well and were wise and not cantankerous. They had wanted to reflect on it the earlier night and had met again to think about it.
The section where the secret lay was approximately two miles long, and they were thinking through whether this was the most efficient way of dealing with the challenge. Were there any clues in the missives they had received from the army from their reconnaissance of the place?
Nothing appeared definitive. The Sultana read through them multiple times, as did her excellent ministers, and then they together reached the conclusion that the hidden messages of the sisters didn’t give them enough.