Amira awoke to the sound of snoring. Her ears buzzed from the loud rumbling noise and her head pounded viciously.
Dazed, she opened her eyes, her blurred vision gradually focusing upon a canvas wall only inches from her face. She wondered who could be making such a racket. Her brain ached at the effort to think. Surely not one of her maids, and if a guard was sleeping at his post outside her chamber, she would have to report him to the king for his laxness.
Yet she wasn't inclined to leave her bed to discover the culprit. Besides her terrible headache, she felt dizzy, and it was comfortable lying here, the furs so soft beneath her.
"Furs?" she breathed, confused.
Her bed had never been covered with animal skins, but a fine silken quilt. And she slept between linen sheets, not under a prickly wool blanket like the one pulled up to her shoulder.
Filled with sudden unease, Amira winced as she slowly raised herself on one elbow. Massaging an aching temple, she looked around the small, shadowy interior.
This wasn't her tent! The space was empty but for this low pile of furs and some wooden barrels stacked against an opposite wall.
A strange roughly dressed man slumped on a bench near the entrance, his arms crossed and his chin resting on his chest. Another snore shattered the stillness and she realized he was fast asleep, his mouth hanging open and drool trickling from one slack corner. Her confusion mounting, Amira thought to rise, but suddenly uproarious laughter sounded just outside the tent. Gasping, she fell back upon the furs as if she had been struck and rolled onto her side, squeezing her eyes shut. Her companion snorted awake, the bench creaking as he shifted his stout bulk and rose.
Amira fought the urge to stiffen as the man nudged her bottom with his toe. She heard him grunt and, to her disgust, break wind as he scratched himself, then he turned abruptly as the tent flaps were thrown aside.
"Still asleep?" The voice was gruff and gravelly, like that of an older man.
So she had been drugged, Amira thought wildly, the dense mist gradually clearing from her brain.
But how? Where was her father? Where was Ejez the chief guard?
Oh, God! Vague memories crowded in upon her and became more vivid . . . her strange weariness, the litter crashing to the ground,
"It's just as well. I've no time for her right now. This trading camp is swarming with eager buyers. Foreign merchants, too. I want to make more sales before we set off again. The journey downriver will be swifter with a few dozen less slaves." The strange looking man said.
"But, Guyy, do you think we should risk another hour's delay? We've already been here since midafternoon and it's nearing sunset. Guards could have been sent out to look for the wench."
The older man gave a dry laugh.
"For a concubine? I doubt it, but if they are, we've managed a good day's lead on any search party. Why do you think we kept our ships so hard to the river until we stopped here?"
She was no concubine! Amira screamed silently, her thoughts reeling. She forced herself to take steady breaths, knowing both men now stood over her.
"Pity she has to lose her tongue, a fine beauty like this," the younger one muttered.
"As a mute, she won't fetch but half the price in the market."
"To hell with your sentiments! The great Prince Amir's soldiers showed no mercy when wielding their knives, accursed butchers! They did the same thing to my sons before both were slain as supposed spies, hacking out their tongues, chopping off their fingers, noses, ears. . ."
Falling silent for a moment, Guyy's roughened voice was bitter when he added,
"That eunuch's mistress paid me well to carry out her orders, and I'll not invite her wrath. Call me when the girl wakes. I'd cut out her tongue now but she'd choke on her own blood."Horrified, Amira feared her pounding heart would give her away. Gods of my land, please tell her that this was a terrible dream!
Amira banished their hateful image from her mind as the two men, engrossed in a discussion, moved away from her toward the entrance. She half opened her eyes to take a peek at them.
The older one, Guyy, wore a purple silk caftan over his gaunt frame, a stark contrast to the stout guard's coarse woolen shirt and trousers. A close-cropped graying beard covered guyy's jaw. He looked shrewd, his features angular and pinched, and she stifled her irrational impulse to jump up and tell him that she was no mere concubine but King Aaadil's daughter.
Her only hope lay in escape.
Interminable moments passed while Amira lay upon the furs, her body tense beneath the blanket. She heard the bench creak each time her captor shifted his weight, but she didn't dare look at him, certain that he was watching her. She couldn't have been more astonished when a short while later, a loud, gargling snore burst from his throat. After a third such noise, she dared to raise her head. He was stretched out upon the bench, sleeping again!
Seizing her chance, Amira pushed back the blanket and rose shakily to her feet, fighting the lingering dizziness. For the first time she noticed that her silken clothes had been exchanged for a plain linen tunic and she was barefoot, her slippers gone.
Why, those bastards must have seen her naked! And her a princess!
Refusing to dwell upon the indignity, Amira swallowed hard as she took a few cautious steps to test her wobbly legs. When she felt certain that she wouldn't collapse, she edged stealthily across the tent, all the while keeping a cautious eye upon her prone captor.
She almost jumped through her skin when he snorted and smacked his lips, but he did not waken. Carefully she lifted the flap, peering outside, and was dismayed to see that the camp was abustle with activity, traders haggling everywhere over various goods while groups of silent slaves, mostly women, were being led here and there.
She also heard muffled male laughter emanating from several tents and occasionally high-pitched squeals that were decidedly female.
But there was one clear advantage. Although the tent was pitched near some larger ones, it was also close to the trees. If she could reach the forest, she could hide near the river and wait for the caravan to pass. The merchant had said there was only a day's lead between any search party and the trading camp. But if she couldn't escape through the front entrance, fearing that she might be seen .
Amira's gaze fell upon the knife protruding from the man's leather belt. Dare she?
Another resounding snore startled her, spurring her into action. With shaking fingers, she crouched beside him and eased the weapon from its sheath, then moved quickly to the rear tent wall. Fortunately the razor-sharp blade slashed through the canvas as silently and smoothly as if the fabric were butter, and falling to her knees, she slipped through the narrow opening.
Her heart beating in her throat, Amira lifted her tunic above her knees and fled, looking neither to the left nor right but dashing straight for the tree line. She was nearly there when her left heel glanced off a jagged rock and, grimacing in pain, she had to hobble the rest of the way. She was almost crying with relief when she safely reached the dense woods. She leaned upon a trunk and paused for a brief instant to catch her breath and inspect her foot.
"By the blood of the gods, where are you flying to, my pretty bird?"
Gasping in fright, Amira glanced up to find a huge trader fastening his breeches as he stepped from behind a tree. Her heart sinking, she realized she had been so preoccupied with her injury that she hadn't noticed the man relieving himself against a gnarled trunk only a few feet away.
"Stay away from me!" she cried when he took a step toward her. Brandishing the knife she still held, she glanced beyond him to the darkening forest and freedom, then met his leering gaze. In the fading light filtering through the leaves, his eyes appeared a pale, chilling blue, and the deep scar bisecting his sparsely bearded cheek only heightened his air of menace. His hair was white-blond and coarse, and he was dressed in fur skins like a barbarian.
"Have you flown from your master's nest?" Ignoring her poised weapon, he advanced another step. His gaze roamed over her, lingering uncomfortably on the rapid rise and fall of her breasts.
"I don't remember seeing you among the other women. If I had, I swear I would have sampled you first.
Craning her neck.
Amira was bundled back into the van and, she was placed on close watch and highly guarded.They finally got to the Ajini village.The women were put in the stern, where a crude tent was erected for them.Other than that, they were left alone. The men had satisfied their blood lust and their carnal lust, and might not need to do so again. She wasn't sure if that yet.All of the women had been raped, some many times, save for Amira, who remained unconscious from the blow she'd received while trying to escape.There were seven prisoners in all; Dala and cara , along with Enid and three other young girls from the village. Most of the men had been killed, except for those who managed to flee into the woods or th
Amir recognized the drawings on Amira's arms and that could only be royalty.She was a royal born, a princess. She was indeed a good prize.Amir and his guards went into the woods and he insisted on Amira's company.When they got to the shores of a river, they stopped to have a bath.Amir wasted no time in ordering his men over the side. Amira was ready, too. When he commanded tersely that she remain guarded, she retreated to the stern and sat obediently upon a rowing bench, in false meek ness.Inside she was a raw bundle of nerves, her heart hammering.Be still and be wary! she chided herself, clasping her hands tightly to contain her nervousness. Watch for the right moment and then seize it!She averted her gaze as
Amira was taken back to the palace and put in one of the kings chambers with guards placed outside the door. She was taken away from the rest of the other women Dala, Cara and the rest and she wondered how they'll be faring.She remembered her father,"Oh papa, I'll avenge your death, I promise" she cried She cried till she slept off.The chill wind coming in through the balcony door woke Amira.She shivered, then quickly tucked her cold bare feet under her robe. As she lay there tucked in a ball for warmth, the door opened and Amira looked up. Amir stood there holding a large tray of food, then kicked the door shut with his heel and put the tray down on the table."Come and eat, Amira," Amir said, pulling the two chairs over to the table."Has Zulu been bu
MATURE READERS ONLY Amira could feel his breath on her neck, hot and tickling, and his hand moved slowly downward, trailing over the taut curve of her belly, then on to her hip and down her thigh. The sensation caused goosebumps to spread over her legs. Then his hand moved deftly to her inner thigh and began to ascend with maddening slowness until it finally stopped on the soft mound of black curls between her legs. There the hand lingered the fingers gently parting the curls, nudging their way into the moist, hot flesh that already quivered with delight.With startled wonderment, Amira heard a soft moan escape her lips. She knew she should run, flee, but instead she slowly turned onto her back to lay the way open for those questing fingers. A seductive smile curled on her lips when she saw the
Amir gazed down at her."she's so beautiful" he thought. She must have dozed off whilst in her thoughts. I'd give a thousand bag of money just to make love to her again, and I know it isn't going to take much time.Amira stirred a little and he quickly too looked elsewhere, he didn't want her to catch him admiring her. That'll be really embarrassing.After hours of sleep, Amira finally woke up. She woke up to an empty room. She looked around to see if she's see any trace of Amir in the room, but there was none instead it was his smell that could really tell that he was here. She smiled as thoughts of what they had done on the bed came back to her mind.Even when she leaves the confines of this room, the thought of him being inside of her would never be for
MATURE READERS ONLY Amir had a wonderful night and his thought couldn't help but wonder back to what happened between himself and Amira. She's had the power to stir his groins just by thinking about her. Her scents lingered, he could tell where she passed and everything she'd touched, he just couldn't forget. She was feisty, he just sought for words to beat describe her and he really ran out of them. It been a long time since he'd felt the need to protect a woman, and Amira brought out that part of him, but she was way too stubborn for his liking. She practically found so much fun pissing him off. Amira was taking too long to get down. Amir was about sending the guards to get her when he saw her walk in. He was speechless, he looked at her like he'd devour her any minute.
After series of love making, they both got hungry and ordered that there food be brought to the kings chambers. The morning had just come, but it wasn't yet bright. Amir and Amira where still tangled in the sheets.The noise from outside got them up in a bolt. And then a guard came running into their chambers."My lord, my lord, one of the slaves tried to escape and we tried to catch her and he is proving stubborn" the guard which was known as Jamal."Jamal bring the defaulter to central square, no one dares me and goes away with it" Amir roaredAmira tried to calm him down but he shoved her hands away and she became so scared. It had been a while since she saw hun in such mood or she'd never seen him like this."Yes my lord" Jamal said as he dashed off to do Amir's bidding.Amir looked really angry, like he'd rip anything and anyone who stood in his way.Traditionally it's know even where I'd come from that any slave who tried to escape w
Amir had a lot of wine during and after the wrestling contest, for some weird reasons he was so happy. He hadn't been this happy in a very long time, a large part of him agreed that Amira played a huge part in his happiness. It been a while since he let a woman so close to him. Amir hardly needed them around he only sort for the new slaves who haven't been touched by any of his men , to satisfy his sexual urges and hands them over to his friends Kamur and Fatu, especially Kamur he was insatiable and never said no too female slaves.He had been friends with Kamur right from when they where kids, while fatu was once a slave but his loyalty and skills as a warrior drewAmir close to him and he gave him a place in his village as a friend and rights to acquire lands and slaves. The trio where too
FINAL CHAPTERAmir hadn’t seen his little princess in a few days and so he headed to Becka’s chambers.He heard moans coming from there, but he had to be sure he heard correctly and so he went closer to be really sure it was coming from there. There were no guards by her door and he wondered why?As he got closer to the door, the sounds became more audible. He stood for a while and heard them, they where not so loud but loud enough for him to hear what they where saying.“We need to get rid of Amira really” Becka said“I agree” the personal guard saidAmir was so livid, he didn’t want to hear any further and so he stormed off. His footsteps where very loud, Becka and the guard cou
Mature sceneAmir felt so fulfilled, he had the love of his life back and his heir. He couldn't stop admiring how beautiful she was, he had missed her so much. But then he didn't forget to wonder who wanted her dead.Amir had never felt the way he felt when he was with Amira with another woman. She was no doubt meant to be by his side as his wife and queen.Yes Amira was stubborn, very stubborn, but regardless of that she was not a trouble maker. He wondered why someone would want to harm her. And he swore to protect her with his life.Amir was lost in his thoughts, he didn't notice Amira was awake."What could be bothering him?" she thoughtAmira placed her hand on his shoulder, and that brought Amir back to reality.
Matured content +18Amira’s POVAmir came up behind me and ran his fingertips up and down my arms, sending shivers through my body. As his hands ran gently over my shoulders, he brushed my hair off my neck. He took a step forward and I could feel his hard cock against the small of my back. I felt his hot breath on me just before he began gently kissing my neck. He pulled the straps of my robe down my arms, exposing my full breasts. He reached around to cup each breast and gently rub his thumbs around my nipples, making them erect.He slid on hand down my stomach. He easily slid a finger deep inside me, making me realize how wet I was. He gently turned my head and lifted my face to meet his with a brief kiss. He turned me around to face him and then pressed me up against the bed, kissing me passionately. This sudden forcefuln
Amir rushed back to check on Becka . When he got to her chambers, he met the mid wife cleaning a sleepy Becka up. “It’s a girl” the midwife announced “Yeah” he whispered as he walked to seat right beside Becka. She looked worn out. “She is tired and needs to rest” the mod wore said “That’s fine. But where is my princess? He asked “The maids are cleaning her up, she will be brought to you immediately they are done” the mid wife said Becka was disappointed, she wanted a boy. She wanted to be the mother to the heir. After few minutes of waiting, the baby was brought to Amir. He carried her, he admired her pretty face. She was just so
Amir had been feeling a bit off lately, but even the chants of his friends Kamur and Fatu could make him feel better. Most times he'd leave them in the middle of there discussion and go back to his chambers. Something in him kept telling him Amira was still alive and the thought of not knowing how or where to find her frustrated him so much. While he was in the confines of his room thinking on what his next line of action should be, he heard a knock on his door."Come in" Amir said"Good day your majesty" Selina greeted"Good day, why
Selina was scared on how she'd conceal the baby from her husband."I'll tell him it's for the king" she said to herself"Nooo, he'll doubt me" she said again.“I’ll tell him I found the baby by the river bank” she said and it felt right.But then again she had to think of a way to get Amira out of the cell.Amir couldn’t stop mourning his wife and child. He still sent out search parties secretly to find them. Each time he hoped that they will come back bearing good news, but it was always the same. Meanwhile Becka had gotten so comfortable with the place. She had no regard f
Amir had finally come to terms that he'll never see his one true love ever again. Becka wasn't entirely a terrible person, she has always been a spoilt child but handled the affairs of marriage fairly, she showed how much she loved him and that amused him sometimes. Again, Amir was happy that his friends where getting comfortable with there families. Fatu and Cara recently had a new born baby boy, while Kamur had fallen deeply in love with Dala who was pregnant. He'd stayed glued to his wife, he no longer had time for slave hunting and other activities he engaged himself in. Every one was happy, but deep within Amir a whole lot we missing. Amira had decided to finally take Akeem back to his father's land. She wa
Amira had learnt about how things went down in her absence.She was hurt when she heard about how Amir had reacted to the news of her supposed death. How she wished he knew she had to do this for their son and herself to live.She also heard Keon was married, but she hadn't heard the princess was now pregnant for Amir.Another thing Amira could not understand was why the guard lied about her and the blood trail. That story was obviously made up owing to the fact that she is still alive. But he question was"Who was behind that story?" She said to herself.She pondered on her thoughts for a while before Akeem cried out and she had to attend to him.
Amir woke up with a huge bang on his head. He felt the head ache the moment he woke up from sleep. He tried to move his head a bit but the pain increased."I must have had alot" he thoughtHe felt a huge weight on his thighs and tried to move, that was when he noticed he was not alone on the bed. Amir quickly turned his head to see who it was that shared a bed with him. He turned, only to find Becka beside him, and he was enraged. Without much waste of time, he quickly woke her up. Becka jolted up like she had seen a monster in her dream. Amir knew he had scared the hell out of her, but he did not care. He just wanted to know how she had gotten into his bed and why she was naked."What are you doing here?" he asked"That should not be th