One of Huzna's greatest natural treasures was the royal grotto, in which an endemic bioluminescent species made it appear as if stars grew on its tall and ancient walls. Invited guests were then guided to a glass-bottomed boat that cruised over turquoise waters, and at the end of the ride was an ethereal-looking house whose rooms were built in such a way that its stairs and even its very rooms followed the natural shapes and curves of the cave.
It was here his Safiya waited for his return, and Altair eventually found her bathing in the small pool at the back of the house. Although made to appear as if it were part of the grotto, the whole thing was a modern invention and even came complete with fountains on each corner and hydro-jets for underwater massages.
For a few moments, Altair simply stood by the entryway, content to watch his princess as she closed her eyes and sat under the cascading rush of a manmade waterfall at the opposite end of the pool. The bathing suit she wore was lacy and frilly but modestly cut at the same time, and it made his wife look like a fairy.
Or make that a very fuckable fairy, with the way his cock was now throbbing under his robe.
Even though they had been now married for months, and it had been almost two years since the time he thought he had lost her for good, the memory of it still made Altair sick in the guts. And even now, a part of him still believed that he did not deserve to have Safiya in his life. But while that might very well be true, the sheikh was done denying himself: for as long as Safiya wanted him, then he would be there for her, and as he watched his wife open her eyes and saw her lips curve ever so slowly at the sight of him...
"I missed you, beloved."
Her delicate, melodic voice wrapped around his erection like a seductive caress, and a powerful wave of lust slammed into the sheikh's powerful body.
"Join me?"
"Fuck yes."
Safiya could not help but laugh. She loved it so, so much when he spoke to her in this manner, but her laugh quickly turned into a soft gasp as the sheikh, now naked, hauled her close and spun her around until she found her breasts pressed against the pool's cold, tiled wall.
Another gasp escaped her as she felt the sheikh rip her bikini bottom away, and she couldn't help but tremble as she felt his patently engorged cock twitch against her ass.
Altair reached for her breast from behind, and Safiya moaned at the way he began kneading her flesh and teasing her nipple. It felt good. Really, really good. But she wanted and needed more, and she began grinding herself against his cock.
"Please, alshaykh..."
"Please what?"
"F-Fuck me."
"Are you sure?"
The mere roughness of his voice made her shudder even more, and she just wanted him so, so much she could feel herself losing her mind over it.
"Yes. So please—-"
And that was when she felt it.
"A-Alshaykh?"
Her body became stiff and tense, but still the sheikh continued to guide his cock into her other hole, and fear got the better of Safiya.
"No!"
She tried to get away, but the sheikh was too strong, and even as she continued to struggle, she couldn't help but moan as she felt the hand gripping her breast move down.
He fucked her with his fingers...while his other cock continued to tease the smaller and tighter hole of her ass.
"Please, no..."
"Relax, hamira."
"I'm scared."
"I know," Altair purred. "But this is what you asked for, remember?"
And at his words, a memory drifted into Safiya's mind, of the sheikh asking her on their wedding night if she had any fantasy, anything at all—-
And she had told him...
"I was joking," she said quickly.
"You weren't."
"I was—-no—-stop—-oh—-God—-stop—-"
But the sheikh didn't stop.
And because this was her fantasy, the princess herself did not want him to stop.
The End