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she protested.

'There is more,' he promised her. 'This is just the beginning.' Then his finger pushed deeper, finding her passage, exploring her gently. He didn't doubt her maiden state, but he could barely contain his delight at finding her virgin shield fully intact. She was very tight, but already wet, her young body eager for the consummation. He knew he could wait no longer to enjoy her. Withdrawing his hand from her Venus mound, he began to cover her fair body with his, kissing her deeply as he did, his hands lightly pinioning her.

She was completely cognizant of his actions, of the hard length that had been pressing against her, and was even now seeking to possess her. She trembled openly as he tenderly spread her open to his attentions, and he kissed her again. The look on his face was one she could not fathom. There was no lust, only gentleness. 'My lord?' she whispered, confused, her eyes seeking an answer.

The deep blue eyes looked down at her. 'Little fool,' he murmured to her. 'Have you not yet realized that I love you?' Then without another word he thrust deep inside her, piercing her innocence.

His declaration astounded her even as the sharpness of her defloration briefly pained her. Then, after a moment, he began to move upon her, and India cried out softly at the pleasure she was receiving. She could feel his length, and the breadth of him as he plumbed the secret depths of her. She welcomed him, shyly at first, then more boldly, her arms wrapping about him into an even closer embrace.

'Put your legs about me.' He ground the words out into her ear.

She obeyed the command, and then cried out as he plunged deeper into her softness. She had never imagined it would be like this. So wonderful! So intimate! So indescribable! She clung to him, her breath coming in hard bursts as he thrust to and fro within her body. Her nails began to claw at him. She couldn't help it. There was a tension building and building within her that needed release. 'Ohhhhh, God!' she wailed. 'I can bear no more! Ohhh, God, don't stop!' Then it was as if she was almost yanked from her body and flung among the stars. She soared, shuddering, as spasm after spasm wracked her, sending waves of heat and sensation slamming into her, leaving her gasping for breath.

He felt the walls of her sheath contracting and convulsing around his throbbing manhood, and Caynan Reis was astounded. India had been a virgin, and yet her passions were even now bursting, and forcing from him a torrid tribute. With a groan of complete surrender, his love juices filled her, engulfing her secret garden. I want sons from this woman was his last conscious thought, and then he rolled away from her lest he crush her, though his arms were still tight about her.

He came to himself at the sound of her soft weeping. 'India, what is it? Allah forgive me if I have hurt you! Tell me, my precious.' He leaned over her, kissing the tears upon her cheeks.

'I am so happy,' she sobbed. 'Will it always be like this between us? Will you continue to desire me, or have I lost my allure now that I am no longer a virgin?' She looked up at him, so vulnerable that it almost broke his heart.

'I love you,' he told her once again. 'Did you think I but said the words to ease your conscience, India, before I took you? I never thought that I should love a woman, but I love you. I will always desire you, little fool. AIways! I shall make you my wife as quickly as I can do so. You will be the dey's first wife.'

'First wife?' She sat up now.

'I am allowed four,' he teased her.

'And will you take four?' she demanded, her look angry.

'I think you will be more than enough wife for me, my precious,' he laughed. 'Allah, I am beginning to desire you again! I would not believe it possible, but I am!'

'Andyour harem, my lord?' she persisted.

'The dey of El Sinut would be made to look a fool, ruled by his wife, if he did not maintain a harem,' he told her. 'That is not a matter for us to discuss, India. Now, kiss me sweetly on the lips.'

'Will you make love to your harem women?'

He pulled her down beneath him and kissed her hard. 'It would seem I will have to, having such a disobedient favorite,' he said to her, half laughing. 'Am I to deny myself the company of women when you ripen with my children or your link with the moon is broken?'

'Are you so lustful then?' she asked him.

'Aye,' he grinned mischievously at her, 'I am. Now, fetch the love cloths, for my hunger for you grows as each minute passes.'

She pouted, but then slipped from their bed to fetch the basin, and the soft cotton cloths. First, however, she washed herself, startled a moment by the blood smeared upon her thighs, realizing it was the proof of her lost virtue. Then she brought the basin, with its fresh water, and clean cloths to him.

'It is your duty to bathe my member,' he told her wickedly.

India eyed his manhood suspiciously. She had, of course, washed him in the baths, but now… now it looked somewhat more lethal to her. Soaking the cloth, she wrung it out, and gingerly began her task. When she had finished, and removed the basin and cloths, he called her back to his bed again.

'I want you to caress my love lance,' he told her. 'Touch it, India. Hold it in your hands. It will not harm you.'

She sat facing him, curious to learn more about this part of him that had given her such incredible pleasure. Cautiously she touched his manhood with her fingertips. It was warm, and stirred slightly beneath her touch. She drew her hand back nervously, then gamely reached out again, taking his member into her hand, her fingers closing about him gently. 'It seems alive,' she said. 'I can feel it throbbing.' She loosed him, and stroked his manhood with surer fingers now, as if she were petting a favorite pet. To her surprise it began to grow beneath her very eyes, thickening and lengthening, its ruby head sliding from its velvet sleeve. 'Ohhh,' India breathed softly.

'You see the power you hold over me, my precious,' he told her. 'I think of you and am excited. You touch me, and I am aroused.' Reaching out, he began to caress her breasts again.

'I can encourage your appetites as you do mine,' she said, comprehending what he was trying to teach and show her.

He drew her down into his arms, kissing her. 'Aye, India. You understand perfectly.'

'Make love to me, my lord,' she said softly, 'and instruct me on how I may make love to you.'

'That I will do another time. Tonight is for your delight, my love. For I gain pleasure knowing I have pleasured you.' Then his lips took possession of hers once more, and it was heaven, India thought, quickly lost again in the fiery passion he engendered within her, and heedless of the world around her.

Azura, however, had noted there was no call from the dey this night for one of the harem women. When the midnight hour had come, she hurried to the apartment of the chief eunuch, saying as she entered, 'He has not sent for a woman, Baba Hassan. Never in all the years he has been dey has a night passed when he didn't desire female company.'

'Then the answer must surely be that our reluctant protege has finally succumbed to our master,' the chief eunuch answered the mistress of the harem. 'Have you not noticed in the past few weeks the glances he sends her way when she is not looking at him? His patience has been utterly astounding for a mortal man.'' Baba Hassan arose from his pillows. 'Come, Azura. Let us go and see what has happened between them.'

'We cannot! It would be a terrible intrusion on the dey's privacy,' she