Thread: The Sultana's Perfect Harem {darkest_fate& 	ƒeral}

Had Safiya somehow stumbled into a romance? The whole scenario did strike her as being almost perfectly in line with such a tale. The beautiful sultana approaching a longtime friend and confessing to her lack of interest in the art of love. The exotic, darkly confident slave approaching with a sly smile. The slow seduction, burning forth and working to stoke forbidden passion. Safiya tried not to let it show as Alasse drew closer, but the young woman in her simply couldn't help but be thrilled at the whole scenario. That Alasse showed such care and understanding only pleased the sultana all the more. those gently touches, the slight proximity, it clearly was all done purposefully to seduce, but oh, how delightful that seduction felt. Safiya felt her head being guided, gently coaxed forward by skilled hands. Something soft, tantalizing, draped across one arm, but the sultana ignored it for the time being. The raw proximity excited her, sent her mind spinning like an overeager child. The striking dark elf came within a breath of the curvaceous sultana. Their eyes locked, and Safiya felt her lips twitching in something of a smile, unable again to hide her own amusement and excitement. She almost wanted to lunge forward and cram her lips against Alasse, to begin to act itself, but she knew full well that there were parts to play. Like Alasse, Safiya wanted to savor the moment. They leaned in, and Safiya worked her lips to gently brush against the elf's. The sensation was electric. Safiya felt a bolt of warmth shooting from her lips, coursing through her veins. The sensation pooled in her lower stomach, just at the juncture of her legs. Despite her desire to simply linger in the sensations, Safiya still worked to do her part. Her lips moved in kind, following Alasse's lead, certainly, but also moving along paths that the sultana had learned from books. The smile again returned, lighting up her eyes, as the elf parted their lips with a slight nip. Safiya found herself letting out a soft noise of surprise not soon after, her mouth parting to let another's tongue enter her for the first time. Safiya's own raised up, attempting to move in time. The girlish inexperience showed painfully then, as the sultana's tongue flailed about in a nearly madcap manner. Still, her eyes closed, her body giving itself to the sensation, to the taste, to the warmth. She felt the tongue pulled, as if Alasse intended to literally steal her breath with that tug. Safiya knew she could resist, but why would she want to? She readily let the elf steal her breath away, and as they parted, she found herself breathing heavily, breasts heaving. Though the sultana did not realize it, stiffened nipples almost showed too clearly against the light blue silk covering, and the heaves almost threatened to let them burst out entirely. You do seem to provoke quite the response, Safiya admitted, adding a light, musical laugh. She reached a hand up to brush back some of her hair, tucking it behind a bejeweled ear. You remind me of all those romances we used to coo over as girls, Safiya admitted, eyes flicking to her friend. I can see why you like her, the sultana added. She smiled, then lightly drew a fine nail along Alasse's upper arm. I confess to having one question plaguing me, Alasse, she locked eyes with the elf, are your affections genuine? Do you truly find your sultana desirable and appealing? Or are you merely flaunting your arts? She arched her brows, nearly smirking. Was it perhaps compliment fishing? Perhaps, but Safiya did it so rarely. Plus, some part of her wanted to see the elf dancing along as well, instead of merely being directed like a puppet on strings.