'I, then, began to caress him with my hair,' Nila said. 'He liked that, but he liked it even better when I took that lengthy rod within my mouth. I practically swallowed him whole, and he began to moan like a boy with his first woman. I would suckle him until he believed he would erupt, and then I would cease, and begin to lick at him. Finally, when he could take no more of such pleasure, I mounted him, absorbing slowly his great length. Allah! He filled me well!'
'He was half mad with lust by then,' Sarai took up the tale. 'His eyes were practically bulging from his head.' She pouted. 'Nila was having all the fun, and so I put my love box over his face, pressing my nether lips against his fleshy mouth, and rubbing. At first he didn't seem able to breathe, but then his tongue poked through, finding my pleasure place. It was a most clever tongue, eager and tireless. My love juices were very copious. He drank them like a man who has been lost in the desert for three days, his pointed tongue going beyond my pleasure place into my sheath, while his hot mouth devoured me. Nila and I entered Paradise at almost the same moment.'
'And while she took her own pleasure from Hussein Aga, I rode him hard. His manhood was stiffer than any I have known previously, forcing itself deeper than any man has gone within me. I have never partaken of such fierce lust. I might have been fearful had it not felt so good. Before I closed my eyes and gave myself over to this dark pleasure, I could see his big hands, holding tightly on to Sarai's ivory bottom,' Nila told them.
The other women were silent, their eyes wide with fascination.
'Nila was weeping with pleasure, but the brute was not satisfied,' Sarai told them. 'He pushed her off his lance, and rolling me onto my back pistoned me until I was but half conscious. Only then did he explode his seed into me.'
'Did you…' Leah began.
'Twice more in those moments,' Sarai told them.
'You named him well,' Laylu told the two women enviously.
'Tell us more,' Mirmah demanded. 'Did he take either of you as the janissaries are said to do?'
'Each of us,' Nila told them, 'but only once, for we did not like it, and reminded him we belonged to the dey who did not use us in such a fashion. Still, I have to admit, I found it exciting, yet too perverse.'
'I did not,' Sarai told them. 'He was so big. I was afraid he would hurt me with that huge rod of his.'
India looked puzzled. 'I don't understand,' she said.
'He entered them through their bottomholes,' Samara said without any pretensions of delicacy. 'Janissaries are raised without the company of women. They are known, when young, to experiment erotically upon one another. Later, of course, they know women, but not as boys. It is unhealthy for a boy, once his jewels have formed and matured, to pen up his juices. There is little harm in what they do.'
'I think it is awful!' India said with a shudder.
The other women, but for Samara, nodded. She, however, smiled knowingly. 'A woman must do that which pleasures her lord no matter her own tastes. I deny our lord, the dey,
India was stricken for a moment.
'She but babbles like a brook,' Sarai said to the dey's wife, and then she glared at Samara. 'Your tongue is so acid that you could engrave brass pots with it. None of us have ever received the dey in such a fashion, and you know it, Samara. Do not distress our mistress.'
Samara shrugged, but said nothing else, leaving the inference to lie writhing in India's mind.
'She is a terrible liar,' Mirmah whispered. 'We know our master every bit as much as she does, and he does not do such things.'
'I want to make him happy,' India said softly.
'You have,' Mirmah replied. 'You are to give him a child, and that, Samara will never be able to do. She is bitter. Do not mind her, my lady India.'
Mirmah's kind words revived India's spirit, and she said, 'Go on with your tale, ladies. I am learning much just listening to you. I shall attempt to put into practice very soon much of what you have told me this day. Some of it sounds very wicked.'
'There is nothing wicked in pleasing a man,' Deva said. 'Particularly if you receive pleasure in return.'
The women all nodded, and Sarai and Nila took up their story once again. They spoke of kisses and caresses, of how the janisssary had asked them to make love to each other, and been aroused quickly by the sight, taking them each in turn immediately afterward. He had been as tireless as they had been. Baba Hassan had seen to several basins and love cloths, as well as a decanter of a restorative liquid the trio imbibed throughout the night, until finally, an hour before the dawn, they had all fallen asleep.
'He says he will have us when he returns to El Sinut,' Sarai told them with amusement. 'I wonder if the dey will be so generous again. He told us he was only giving us to this man in order to placate him temporarily. I do not think he will do it again.'
'Aye,' Nila agreed. 'There is a limit to our master's hospitality.'
India remained within the harem to have supper with the ladies, returning to her own apartments in Azura's company later in the evening. Meggie hurried to prepare her mistress for bed.
'She is a good servant,' Azura noted as the girl bustled about.
'Baba Hassan chose well,' India agreed.
'You are happy?' the older woman said.
'Very happy,' India assured her. 'Ohh, Azura! I love him! I would not have thought such a thing possible. A year ago I was but a spoiled child, but now I am different because of him. Oh, yes! I am happier than I have ever been in my entire lifetime.'
'I am happy to hear you say so, India,' Azura answered the dey's young wife. 'I will be frank with you, but perhaps you have already suspected it. Baba Hassan, and I somehow knew you were the perfect wife for Caynan Reis, and we strove hard to make you see it, too.'
India laughed. 'It did occur to me, but only when I realized my love for him, Azura.' She flung herself into the older woman's embrace. 'He is the son you never had, isn't he?'
'Aye, he is,' Azura admitted.
'Mama has always said that one's life is planned even before one is born. No wonder I could not find a husband to suit me in England or Scotland. Caynan Reis was here in El Sinut. If I had not been so silly as to run away with Adrian Leigh, I should have never found my only true love, Azura. How strange life is.'
The older woman hugged India, and placed a kiss upon her brow. 'Allah who sees all, and knows all, led you to us, my daughter.' Then her tone grew brisk, and she released India from her embrace. 'You have had a long day. Let your little servant help you into bed. You carry the heir to El Sinut, and he must be protected. Eh?'
India nodded, smiling contentedly.
The next day passed quietly, but the weather, usually sunny, was overcast, a rarity in October. Storm clouds appeared over the sea in midmorning, and, by late afternoon, had swept into El Sinut with a driving rainstorm and much thunder. The town was virtually deserted, and even the intrepid stall owners in the marketplace had closed down.
'We go tonight,' Tom Southwood told his men.
'In this storm, Captain?' Jeremiah James, the second mate, asked.
'They are not used to having such storms in autumn here, and they will all keep to their houses until the morning when it has passed completely. It is the best time, Mr. James. We've
