“So you’re here to grant me wishes?”
She frowned. It seemed wrong to Kyle to make any woman have sex with him, let alone marry him. He cupped her chin and leaned over and captured her hot lips. She bowed, speaking respectfully, and rapidly, in Arabic. Yellow, silk pantaloons clad her legs, so sheer he could see her dark thighs bleed through where the fabric rested on her flesh, and a sheer vest, also yellow. My Arabic is very bad.”
She frowned at him. His eyes widened. “I am sure Christy will make a fine, second wife for Kyle,” Aaliyah answered. He held back his tears of pride, they were for the privacy of his harem and his wives ministrations, not for his entire court, and the Marid’s spies, to see. Her smile grew, her eyes widened, and a dark blush suffused her delicate cheeks. He had four wives and a thousand concubines, all as fair as a desert oasis.”
Holy shit.
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