The Story of a Persian prince, a princess from Bengal and the magical horse.
Part 5 of the tales
If Bilqis's purpose was to redirect the narrative from being a woman-queen to a magnanimous Queen of Sheiba, then she had achieved that mission. The whole of Shalem loved her; the shouts, the cries, and the roars welcoming her was evidence of that.
If there was any disappointment, it was that she had hoped that King Sulaiman would break protocol and receive her at the gates of his palace. But Bilqis was unfazed. She was received by King Sulaiman's top ministers at the gate, who looked at her - amazed at her beauty and her vast entourage.
After an elaborate welcome, the Queen of Sheiba was welcomed inside the palace. Her own palace was grander than this. But she knew that. King Sulaiman was known to be modest, or at least it went well with his portrayal as that of a god-king.
Besides that, Bilqis had done her research about King Sulaiman. She knew he was quite a few years older than her, she knew he was not a warrior king but a dynast. She also knew the dynasty was an exalted, noble one. She knew Sulaiman was a scholar and well-read. She knew he was intelligent and smart. She knew he was known to be fair. More than all this he had a distinct reputation that he was a truly wise man. She intended to test it out.
As the Queen of Sheiba entered the palace, she noticed it had subtle, sophisticated radiance. The courtiers were respectful to her, unlike she expected. Then she approached before the raised throne of Shalem on which sat King Sulaiman.
Bilqis first gauged the king, assessing his personality. They gazed at each other, drawn hopelessly towards each other. His eyes spoke to her as if she was Eve and she, in return, was captivated with his aura and his air.
Bilqis, Queen of Sheiba, was floored upon seeing King Sulaiman. On his part, he had never seen beauty of this magnificence and grace. The spontaneity of their fascination was visible as she forgot to bow and offer her greeting, and he forgot to welcome her. They just stared into each other's eyes.
Ignorant to the telepathic discussion amongst Bilqis and Sulaiman, the courtiers started to murmur. The whispering gathered steam over the next few minutes, and it broke the eye contact between them, got them out of their reverie. Belatedly, Bilqis bowed to offer her greeting to him.
"O great King Sulaiman, accept my greeting." Bilqis offered.
King Sulaiman, uncharacteristically, stood from his throne and welcomed her personally, stepping forward.
As Bilqis was stepping back up after bowing to King Sulaiman, pleased with the first impression, the corner of her eye caught something familiar. She turned her head towards her right to an empty throne. It was her empty throne.
It took her no less than a few seconds to fathom what had happened.
Bilqis had sent a message to King Sulaiman, that she would travel in a month but had reached a day ahead of her scheduled arrival. She had unequivocally asserted that she was no pushover. She was a glorious queen, she had powers well above the ordinary.
On his part, King Sulaiman, got her throne to his palace, in his court, before she could reach there, affirming to her and all else, that he was not only charismatic and superior but also lacked no fewer powers and means of his own. If anything, his powers were a level above hers, after all, he was a god-king and miracles were par-for-course for him.
Instead of getting flustered and upset, Bilqis smiled at herself. Then she looked back up towards King Sulaiman. If he had planned to gloat in this oneupmanship, he forgot to do that. His eyes, on the contrary, conveyed regret, but he could not speak of it in open court.
Bilqis was floored by the entire episode. This was indeed a superior man, a man of higher stature, a supreme king. He was revered for good reason.
The entire day was spent in the commotion of everyone welcoming her, the gala event organized in her favor, each noble of the court and that of Shalem paying their respect to her. It was a stately visit that Shalem had not seen in a long time.
Later that evening, Bilqis, who was given magnificent lodging in the palace, rested and thought about the whole day. She had been charmed, and she felt hypnotized towards King Sulaiman.
The queen had never been married and still under thirty years of age, had never found a suitable match, until now.
King Sulaiman had seven hundred wives and three hundred concubines. Out of generosity to save women from servitude and persecution, he had married women from an entire community for their well-being. It had been a noble gesture, not a lewd one. For this, he was well respected.
Bilqis resolved to not fall for her infatuation instantly, withheld her passion momentarily, and hoped to talk more with King Sulaiman to gauge his personality.
At breakfast the next morning, Sulaiman invited Bilqis to his personal quarters, and they sat at the table together.
As they talked, Bilqis became more and more comfortable with King Sulaiman.
After their light refreshment, they walked together for a bit in the palace and reached a balcony that overlooked splendid, green gardens that had hundreds of lined trees and fountains. A few servants went about their morning chores.
Bilqis remembered to test him and asked, "May I ask you something?"
King Sulaiman smiled, "certainly you may."
"It is said that you know about your kingdom's citizens like no one else.."
"Yes, I do. I know about every human in my kingdom, care about every living being in my kingdom."
They stopped on the balcony's ledge, and both faced out towards the gardens. Just then, a flock of birds flew out of a tree, chirping on their way off.
Bilqis turned towards Sulaiman, less than a foot's distance between them, and asked, "If you care about every living being, tell me how many birds reside in your kingdom?"
Sulaiman turned towards her, smiled and looked her in the eye, and said, "that's easy. One million, four hundred fifty-three thousand and ninety-one." His face was inviting and smiling.
"What if an audit was done and someone found a few short," Bilqis asked. Her voice lowered, as the inches between them shrank.
"I'd say a few may have flown across the boundaries of my kingdom to find food and would eventually return, before sunset."
Bilqis smiled, the inches between them reduced to only a couple.
Her voice lowered further, "what if the audit found a few extra."
Sulaiman, too said in a lower voice, "I'd say, in search for food, some have flown in from neighboring kingdoms. I do hope they stay for long."
Bilqis could not have imagined a better answer, and she smiled. Her lips only a couple of inches from Sulaiman's.
King Sulaiman's subtle reference to her having flown in from the Kingdom of Sheiba wasn't lost on her.
Sulaiman brought his hand behind her neck and pulled her lightly into his face. Their lips met, and the clouds roared behind them.
Sheherazade found Sultan's lips, and they kissed.
Dinarzade carried the story forward.
They kissed until their lips parted, and clouds roared for the entire duration that Sulaiman's tongue was in her mouth and until she played with his tongue in her mouth.
Their lips stayed joined until each felt the need to catch some air in their lungs.
Their first spontaneous act of affection was a glorious kiss, and they both loved it immensely.
Sheherazade lay attached to Sultan on his side. Her face close to his neck, high on his shoulder.
She picked the story back from Dinarzade.
Bilqis spent the rest of the day meeting with nobles from Shalem; she visited a religious site that was considered ceremonial to Shalem.
Later that evening, Bilqis and Sulaiman were back at the dinner table. The official dinner was a gathering of fifty senior bureaucrats and nobles. The guests had been invited from other parts of King Sulaiman's kingdom.
The evening went off without any private conversation between Sulaiman and Bilqis. For this, she was only grateful. Bilqis felt a base urge of passion and was worried she'd end up acting on it if she was too close to Sulaiman at night.
The second morning, Bilqis and Sulaiman were back at the breakfast table for refreshments. They spoke softly and fondly, with cool morning air soothing and lifting the mood up.
They walked like the previous day and reached the balcony, and stopped around the carved stone ledge. About the same spot they did the previous day. Both wishing the same spot would be a good luck charm and could possibly turn favorable for them mutually. They looked far into the gardens together.
Bilqis turned around towards the Sulaiman, "May I ask you something?"
Sulaiman smiled, turning towards her, and said, "certainly, please do."
Bilqis, facing him, stood a foot away from him and asked, looking into his face, "You are truly wise...." she made a sign with her head and continued, "what would you say is the answer to this riddle...Seven of exit and nine of enter, two that pour and one that drinks?"
Sulaiman smiled at her, stepping closer, and first responded to her comment - of her calling him being wise, "For the Lord grants wisdom; knowledge and discernment are by His decree." He moved even closer, next to her lips, and spoke slowly, looking into her eyes.
Sheherazade looked deep into the inquisitive eyes of Sultan and mouthed the words of Sulaiman, "seven are the days of menstruation; nine are the months of pregnancy, two are the breasts that pour, and one is the child that drinks."
Bilqis smiled in acknowledgment.
Without hesitation, King Sulaiman moved forward and took her lips one more time.
Sheherazade moved the last few inches and took Sultans'.
Sultan, eager and excited, kissed Sheherazade with passion, and their tongues dueled.
Their hands groped around each other's heads, and her eyes closed as Sultan pulled her on top of him in the midst of their foreplay.
Dinarzade picked the story while Sheherazade and Sultan remained busy in each other's mouths. Her narration encouraged Sultan to get into King Sulaiman's role.
A long succulent kiss later, King Sulaiman and Bilqis looked into each other's eyes amorously. Their eyes communicated a lot more than they intended.
King Sulaiman all but forgot his governance duties when around Bilqis. They spent hours talking, even more hours silent in each other's company. King Sulaiman taking in her beauty - he has never seen one like this before. One with a sharp brain.
Bilqis kept asking King Sulaiman thought-provoking questions. The purpose of these questions was to test him, but they ended up disarming their guards. Her questions urged him to respect her intelligence and her smarts. His profound and precise responses engraved his persona on her soul. She was falling for him - or was just about there.
One afternoon, after a sumptuous meal, both of them were walking in the palace garden. There were young boys and girls, children of the ministers and courtiers, playing in the garden. Some were picking fruit, others just running about, playing hide and seek.
Almost all children were teenagers, and a question struck Bilqis at that instant.
Bilqis asked King Sulaiman, "Which of these is a male and which a female?"
At that moment, King Sulaiman looked towards the teenagers and realized that it would be difficult to distinguish between a few boys and girls - mainly because their attire was almost similar. None of them had hair longer than their neck or shoulders. Each child was well fed, well-nourished son or daughter of a courtier. Everyone was fair-skinned and good-looking.
After just a moment of hesitation, King Sulaiman smiled and stepped forward.
He picked a couple of fruits from near a tree from where they had fallen off.
He signaled towards a couple of children and waved them to come closer.
King Sulaiman turned back and looked towards Bilqis. They both smiled towards each other.
Sulaiman looked again towards the teenagers. He threw one fruit towards one. The teenager quickly folded his hands together, making a cup, and caught the fruit in both his hands.
Sulaiman repeated this to the next one. The second also caught the fruit with cupped hands.
Sulaiman picked up a couple of more fruits and flung these to the next two. One hastily opened a scarf and caught it in the dress. The other did the same.
King Sulaiman smiled at the children and waved them to carry on. He returned to Bilqis, who hung back a few steps, and said to her, "the ones who caught the fruit with their hands were boys, and the ones who caught the fruit in their scarves were girls."
Immediately, Bilqis was awed by his response and flung her hands around his neck, and they kissed deeply. His impromptu demonstration floored Bilqis.
Their deep-tongued kiss lasted long. The passion between the two, evident.
Later that evening, to impress him, Bilqis brought to his room her magic carpet. Her evening attire was fairly revealing and inviting.
King Sulaiman welcomed her with a deep, passionate kiss. There was no preamble in the form of questions or answers to their kissing anymore. His hands caressed her back, encouraging her towards him. Bilqis responded with equal passion.
Dinarzade continued with the story. Sheherazade and Sultan, in the meanwhile, played frisky games with their hands, their mouths, their tongues, and their bodies.
Eventually, when they broke off, Bilqis relaxed on a deep lounger. King Sulaiman sat beside her and looked into her eyes, holding her hands in his.
King Sulaiman waited for her to ask more questions, more riddles. He knew she had been testing him.
Bilqis had none. For her, King Sulaiman was the embodiment of wisdom, master of inner strength, and in control of his spiritual self. He need not be tested. If anything, it was she who felt meager in front of him, even though he never did anything to let her feel uncomfortable.
King Sulaiman gazed into her eyes and knew that she was not there to test him.
He bent forward and once again took her head in his hands and kissed her slowly, passionately, and lovingly.
After a lot of frisking and jostling, they were about to get out of their clothes when, from the corner of her eye, she saw the carpet roll she had brought along.
Too excited to put it off for later, she jumped up on her feet and picked the carpet roll, and handed it to King Sulaiman. Surprised at the turn of events, Sulaiman took the roll in his hands and looked at Bilqis quizzingly.
Bilqis took back the roll, opened it, and spread it on the floor. Instantly the carpet straightened in front of them. It was the size of a single bed. Sulaiman assumed Bilqis wanted for them to lay on the carpet and proceed for the next part down there.
Surprised but accomodating, he stepped forward silently and reached the center of the rug, holding Bilqis' hand.
Bilqis complied, giggling.
When they both were in the center of the carpet, Sulaiman took her in his arms again and nudged her to follow his lead and sit down.
They sat down on the carpet in each other's arms, and Sulaiman removed his shirt.
Giggling to surprise him, Biqis nudged her hip a little and held a corner of the carpet, and it started to move up.
For a brief moment, Sulaiman did not realize the movement under him. His attention was undivided inside her mouth. His tongue was inspecting her mouth thoroughly.
As the rug rose higher, Bilqis could not hold back her smile, and they broke the kiss. She laughed at first and then a glad King Sulaiman too laughed at her surprise gift.
They forgot to make out and played around on the carpet, as it levitated a couple of feet above the floor of Sulaiman's bedroom.
They took a few minutes to get comfortable, and then Bilqis expertly directed the carpet out of the window and onto the balcony. Still suspended in air, meters above the floor, they hung onto each other and looked deep into the night that subsumed the din where the gardens were until a few hours back.
A few more maneuvers later, they were flying over the palace and then over the city. They could see down below but undoubtedly no one was looking up to see this magical flying carpet.
As they flew by, leaving most of the town behind, Bilqis and Sulaiman remembered where they had left off. One after the other their clothes came off. Bilqis lay spread-eagled below Sulaiman, her hands holding the edges of the flying carpet. Sulaiman kneeled between her open and welcoming pussy. His eyes held hers in his loving gaze.
Sultan entered Sheherazade, who lay beneath him. Her hands spread far towards the corners of the bed that emulated Bilqis' flying carpet. Sultan entered her pussy with ease.
Sultan's pole dove swiftly into Sheherazade's pussy. As he hit the bottom of her hole, she whimpered in deep acceptance, welcoming him as if he had just broken her hymen.
Sultan felt energized as Dinarzade relayed the story of how King Sulaiman took Bilqis, in air, on the magic carpet, flying over the kingdom he governed, flying over the palace he ruled from.
With each thrust, with each push, with each jerk, the carpet picked up momentum. Sulaiman's eyes were loaded with love, with lust. He did not feel the need to look down towards the city, towards his kingdom, or anything else other than the goddess-like woman who he felt unstoppable love for.
Encouraged by Dinarzade's words, Sultan looked towards Sheherazade. Her eyes and her face reflected devotional love for him. Her quivering lips inviting him deeper. He wanted to just stop for a few moments and look at her some more. But his lust took over, and he started banging his cock into her faster, harder, and fuller.
Sheherazade whimpered even more, and her hands flung back behind Sultan's neck. She encouraged him to keep going. It did not take her long to cum, and she exhaled her orgasm with a cry.
"AAAANNNGGHHH..." she wailed.
Sultan too huffed towards his climax and pushed the last few pumps before exulting his own - "oooonnnggghh" - an incomprehensible sigh of relief and passion.
Dinarzade only took a momentary pause from the story she was telling the couple on the bed in front of her.
As Sulaiman made love to Bilqis, both were slowly flying on their magical carpet, above the kingdom in their post-sex bliss, naked, looking up. The sky and the stars indeed looked nearer from the flying carpet.
Day after day, Sulaiman and Bilqis made love at every corner of his palace quarters, on the balcony and in the gardens. Nothing topped the lovemaking they had experienced when they were doing it on the magic carpet flying high above in the air, almost a mile above everyone else.
Many days passed by, Sulaiman's and Bilqis' kingdoms suffered because of their absence. The ministers and courtiers of both kingdoms were very accomodating and managed the best they could, but it only took them so far.
Sulaiman was smitten in love with Bilqis. After giving due consideration to the fate of their kingdoms and recognizing the inevitable, Bilqis took a considered call and left back for Sheiba one day. Pregnant.
Months later, the Queen of Sheiba delivered a healthy boy and named him Menelik. The Kingdom of Sheiba rejoiced the birth of an heir. Menelik expanded his kingdom and added Abyssinia to it. His rule lasted for decades, and his descendants are still considered royal in the region.
Menelik married a princess from a kingdom thousands of miles far into the east. The princess was the daughter of the ruler of Bengal, which is in the far east of Hindoostan.
The very rich and very magnanimous noble ruled the state of Bengal as a vassal of the great ruler Sher Shah Suri. The noble went by the name Khidr Khan and was a patron of fine arts and crafts. His daughter was named Imli. In every respect, Princess Imli was the most beautiful girl in the region. She was gorgeous and vivacious; she was exuberant and well-read.
It was not uncommon for Khidr Khan to commission craftsmen to make unique items, sometimes statues and at other times take on civil works. On one such occasion, on his daughter's twentieth birthday he called for the finest craftsmen to carve a horse for her.
After his courtiers ran the preliminaries with over a hundred who had stepped forward for the coveted job, two craftsmen were selected.
Thoroughly impressed with the works of both finalists, Khidr Khan was confused about who should be awarded the final mandate.
One of the courtiers, a smart wazir, stepped up with a suggestion, "Saheb, why not let both make one piece each. Like a contest. And let the Princess be the judge. Whichever one she likes, she may choose as the winner, and the craftsman of the winning piece may be rewarded as your highness deems fit."
Khidr Khan liked the idea. Both craftsmen were ordered to make a horse. The prizes were doubled. The winner would take twice the prize along with the honors.
Amongst the two craftsmen was a real talented wiz named Paawan. He went about his job diligently. His piece was ready days ahead of the princess' birthday.
Paawan's competitor's piece was made out of magnificent marble brought specially from many miles in the west. Anyone who saw the horse could not even distinguish whether it was a real horse or one carved out of stone. It was indeed a masterpiece. Ivory in color, exacting height and size of a real horse, it looked very much like a real one.
When the turn came for Paawan to showcase his work, he unveiled a wooden horse. At first glance, there seemed to be no crafty splendor in this horse, made with planks of wood, it seemed as if it had been nailed together. Sure, the size of it was that of a normal horse but it looked every bit like a play horse and lacked finesse.
Everyone instantly knew who the winner would be of this contest.
When Princess Imli was called to the gardens, on her birthday morning, for a viewing, she was excited to see the white horse and loved the look and feel of the horse made of marble.
When she saw Paawan's horse made of wooden planks, she was a bit taken aback, but her gut told her there was more to this horse than look and feel. There was something enigmatic about it. Before declaring the winner, she said she wanted to talk to the craftsmen.
The fellow who had carved the marble horse went up to the horse along with the Princess and discussed with her minute details of each of his chisel strokes on the horse. He also told her an important nugget of information, that it had been crafted from a single marble slab. It left the Princess impressed.
Princess Imli congratulated him, and then she turned towards Paawan standing next to his wooden horse.
Princess Imli walked towards Paawan and asked him, "please tell me about the horse you have crafted for me."
Paawan, at first, told her about the nature of wood, the tree from which the planks had been pulled from, the curing it needed so that no splinters hurt the rider.
"and ...?" Princess Imli knew there was more to it.
Paawan smiled and said finally, "Princess, it would fly if you ride it."
He was modest about it and yet boasting.
Princess was awestruck. She was amazed at what she had heard. Disbelieving at first and then reconsidering her response upon seeing that the Crafstman was serious. He stood there smiling confidently.
"let me try it." she took a step forward.
Paawan stepped in front of her and said, as politely as he could sum up his guts, said, "Princess, it would turn alive only when it feels the bare skin of your thighs, and it would fly when you caress its neck thrice and kiss it, bending forward when your bare bosom touches its neck."
The princess stepped back and looked for a chair behind her to sit. There was none. What she had heard was blasphemy, and for that, this craftsman could be beheaded or hung at the gallows that very instant.
Princess Imli started sweating. Paawan stood there meekly smiling, as if encouraging her to test it, right there and then.
The mass of people was far away from the pair and could not have heard their conversation. Her father, his cousins, and his courtiers were all hanging around together waiting eagerly for her decision, for who the winner is, though they were sure of it anyway.
Flushed with blood, her face turned red. Instead of continuing with the conversation she turned around and walked hastily back towards her family and friends.
Everyone could see she was sweating and flushed. The pace of her steps was mistaken for her having suffered heatstroke or something. Everyone assumed she was suddenly not feeling well. She briskly walked past everyone and straight into her bedroom, where she took long breaths to calm herself down.
Paawan stood next to his wooden horse smiling. The other craftsman was perplexed at what had just happened. Where was his prize, the reward?
Both horses were promptly left where they were - in the garden. Both were covered with a muslin cloth, in an assumption that the Princess would possibly re-do the selection of the prize winner the next day or possibly soon, someday.
Dinarzade could visibly see Sultan getting excited with the story. She looked towards Sheherazade. She got a very light nod from her sister and proceeded with the story.
Sheherazade had found herself cuddling next to Sultan, who now lay sideways facing Dinarzade, trying to listen to the story attentively. His arm automatically came around Sheherazade, letting her cuddle.
The Princess, on the other hand, could not catch a wink all afternoon. Her blood pumped into her throat. Her heart thumped excitedly. She knew for sure that the Craftsman was boasting, if not lying. But she also realized that someone could not step up and say what he did unless there was a kernel of truth in the statement.
She could not test it. Or could she?
She remained restless all through the evening, barely attentive. The guests partied and enjoyed the evening, and the feast was an amazing array of food and drinks.
Long after the party had dispersed, she sat in her bedroom, getting ready to retire for the night. Of course, sleep eluded her.
In the middle of the night, she stepped into her balcony. She looked down towards the horses in her garden. The moonlit night's glow reflected on both the horses. Covered in white muslin cloth, both looked almost identical. From a distance, all she could see were two silhouettes.
Princess Imli decided to go back into the gardens and take a closer look again, especially the wooden horse.
She walked down the stairs of her floor, into the main hall. She walked barefoot to the porch and looked around for guards and servants and found no one.
She stepped on the dew-glazed grass and felt a chill run up her spine. The moon-lit night reflected on the grass with a soft glow.
Sheherazade ran her hands on Sultan's dick as she felt some vibration inside his loins.
Her hand calmly gripped Sultan's dick and slowly caressed it up and down in slow motion.
Dinarzade continued.
Princess Imli reached to the horses and tentatively pulled the cover off from the white marble horse. Unsure of why she was expecting because she knew which of the two was the wooden horse. She recollected her visit to the garden that morning.
Reassured the first one was indeed the marble horse and still firmly standing on its ground, she moved towards the wooden horse even slower.
Sheherazade's hand on Sultan's dick now grew a bit firmer. She parked her other palm as a pillow on his chest, and she rested her head on the back of her hand - her cheek reclined on her knuckles.
Dinarzade stood up and continued.
Princess Imli tentatively pulled the cover away from the still form of the wooden horse as if it were alive or it would come alive if she jerked the cloth off. The doubts that it could come alive creeping into her mind.
Once the covers were off, the horse stood there still as ever, unmoving and noiseless. She examined the horse from every angle, went around it, and took a close look. She found nothing.
Dinarzade slowly took a walk around the bed on which Sultan and Sheherazade lay cuddling.
On her second round, Dinarzade touched her fingers on Sultan. As she walked around the bed, the tips of her fingers rubbing on his body.
Princess Imli stepped closer and touched the wood panels and found the material to be calm and cold, as wood should have been. She stepped even closer to peer into the tiny gaps between the wood panels on the horse but found the still of darkness within it.
Inquisitiveness caught the better of her, and she decided to climb the horse. Paawan's words echoed in her head. "Princess, it would turn alive only when it feels the bare skin of your thighs, and it would fly when you caress its neck thrice and kiss it, bending forward when your bare bosom touches its surface."
Princess Imli tentatively looked around to see if there was anyone around. She found no one. A guard stood at the far corner of the high wall of the palace, looking the other way towards the outside of the palace walls.
One would think a Princess would hesitate to shed her clothes in the garden, even without an audience. But the urge to test the horse had the Princess anxious. This, in the middle of the night - with no one looking, was a small price to pay. Her heart wanted the horse to turn alive; her mind reasoned towards a very little possibility of that happening.
Dinarzade brought her hands on her neck, and her blouse fell off to the ground. Her round, white, supple breasts came into full view of the Sultan and Sheherazade.
Princess Imli looked one final time around and raised her arms behind her to untie her blouse. Her breasts bounced out, white, creamy, supple mounds of flesh. Untouched by anyone other than the royal maids who helped bathe her daily. The mild chill in the night air poked through the pores of her nipples and sent a shiver inside her. Her nipples responded to the moment and stood up like nubs from her rounded melon-shaped breasts.
Dinarzade stepped near the bed. Her breasts resembled the Princess' in the eyes of the Sultan.
Sheherazade's hand had done its job of getting Sultan hard again. The excitement in his belly was building up.
Princess Imli spontaneously raised her hands to cover her breasts. Then smiling, she lowered her hands to her waist and untied her waistband, which had held her floating skirt up. In one motion, the skirt fell to the ground, bundling around her ankles.
The Princess was gloriously naked.
Dinarzade untied her loincloth, and the small piece of apparel found the floor.
Princess Imli gave a final look around. She cared less for who was looking and was more excited to now get on to the horse.
Princess Imli, in all her naked glory, touched the wooden horse. Her palm caressing the wooden planks as if informing the horse of her intent. As if telling it that its challenge has been accepted.
Dinarzade caressed Sultan's thigh.
Princess Imli circled the horse caressing it all over, as if whispering to it, praying to it. Then, when she was on its left side again, she swiftly swung up with a couple of deft moves, and she was sitting on its back.
Dinarzade lifted her left leg and mounted Sultan. The lips of her pussy laced Sultan's dick with juices. Sheherazade timely removed her hand from between them. She raised her hand to hold Sultan's wrist and pulled on it towards Dinarzade's right breast.
Dinarzade moaned when Sultan squeezed her breast. She moved her butt on the length of his dick which pulsed below her.
Sheherazade picked the story from here.
Dinarzade rose on her knees. Her pussy leaving its contact with Sultan's dick. His hand slipped lower as Dinarzade's breast went out of the reach of his hand.
Dinarzade caressed with her palm and the tips of her fingers Sultan's stomach.
Even as she dictated this, Sheherazade brought back her hand to Sultan's dick and held it straight. Dinarzade sat back down with precise movement and sank all the way until her butt was touching his balls; until her pussylips were at the base of his cock.
Sheherazade continued.
As soon as Princess's pussy touched the spine of the horse, she felt warmth. She was surprised and excited. She could feel some kind of vibrations below her. A feeling akin to waves.
The horse was coming alive. Princess remembered the craftsman's words, "Her bosom on its neck." "Caress it thrice." "Kiss it." She had to bend forward and have her naked bosom touch the horse's neck.
Dinarzade fell forward, and her bosom touched Sultan's chest. Her face was inches away from his. His eyes looking deep inside hers.
Sultan was very keen to kiss her but was waiting for a cue, too engrossed in the story.
As soon as Princess Imli's supple and warm breasts touched the neck of the horse, the vibrations under her pussy grew stronger. The horse was coming alive.
Sultan's cock that was embedded deep inside Dinarzade was convulsing in excitement.
Dinarzade caressed his cheek and fell forward to kiss him. Their kiss was lusty and loving at the same time.
Princess Imli was surprised but not shocked. The excitement in her only grew. She brought her shoulders up, keeping her hands on the horse's neck.
After coming back up for air, after a long wet kiss, Dinarzade brought her chest up, leaving her hands on Sultan's chest.
Moments later, the wooden horse had become the most handsome steed Princess had ever seen.
Dinarzade bucked on Sultan's cock slowly.
Princess started to buck the horse to test it around the garden and the campus, without any consideration to the fact that she was sitting naked on it and could attract attention. She was too excited.
Dinarzade bucked some more on Sultan's cock.
Princess bucked the horse, holding on to the hair on the horse's neck. The dark wooden planks of the horse had changed to glowing white skin. It looked like a purebred horse with shimmering smooth skin.
Princess rocked on the horse as it galloped around in the garden.
Dinarzade rocked forward and back, upwards and down on Sultan's cock. His eyes never leaving her face as she excitedly bucked on his cock.
Just then, Princess flung her right hand behind her and patted on the horse thrice, as hard as she could.
Dinarzade hand went behind her and tapped on Sultan's thigh thrice as if bucking him.
Princess Imli felt the horse lift its head, and then she felt the horse lift its front legs up. Suddenly her gallops and bucking were smooth. The rear legs also left the ground. The horse was in the air, Flying.
Sultan was so excited to hear this, he started spurting inside Dinarzade. She fell down on his cock and enveloped the entire thing inside her pussy, drinking every spurt of his cum, sucking every drop from his cock with the help of her convulsing pussy walls.
Her pussy kept pulling on to Sultan's cock, drawing every drop out of him. Her hips slowly bucking as if she too was flying on air.
Long after he was done, Dinarzade still kept bucking slowly.
The horse flew above the palace compound, then above the town, and then above villages, across the main river Hugli.
She felt liberated, she felt overjoyed.
The horse took her across the plains and the hills. She crossed various big and small towns. The horse took her across the holy Ganges and the mighty Himalayas.
Princess Imli was so ecstatic that she never realized that she was naked on a magical flying horse. It felt so natural to her. It felt so comforting. She felt free and liberated.
Dinarzade lightly rocked forward and back on Sultan's weakening cock. She was in a dreamy state, emulating Princess Imli and almost feeling every word that Sheherazade was saying.
An hour or so later, Princess and the horse crossed the Arabian desert and then the Red sea. She was getting tired and wanted to rest. The exhilaration was settling down.
Sheherazade looked towards Sultan before saying, “O great Sultan. We have reached a point where Princess Imli of Bengal meets the heir of King Sulaiman and Queen of Sheiba, Menelik. The romantic meeting and their exciting story must be justly told.”
Sultan nodded.
“Might I suggest that we start from this point tomorrow if you will allow me to live for another day?”
Sultan smiled at the bargain she was offering. He, too, wanted to rest for a couple of hours before sunrise.
Sultan nodded his agreement.
Sheherazade cuddled with Sultan as they took a short nap before sunrise. Dinarzade never dismounted Sultan and leaned forward with her head resting on his vast chest.
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When the news of Sheherazade’s survival for yet another day spread across the court, everyone was astonished. Their surprise was natural, and everyone rejoiced, elated. Their celebrations were cautious and muted, but they were celebrating nonetheless.
Vizier was getting confident as each day passed. He offered meals and alms to a hundred beggars near the big mosque. He prayed inside the mosque for the life of his daughter and thanked Allah for being merciful.
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End Part of 5
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