loneiysong
Pulsar
- Joined
- Apr 13, 2012
Her name was Amber. Named for teh molten gold of her eyes. She sat in the harem practicing her lute. She smiled as a few of the girls danced with each other. The kings tastes were as exotic as his wife herself was. His wife only frequented his bed when they sought to have another child. Lately, she had been too busy with her own life.
Amber was like an amazon. She was tall and very beautiful. Only almost 15 years old, she stood at 5'9. She was curvy and beautiful. No means a stick. The Harem momma, as all the girls called her, was not her real mother. She never got to meet her real mother, she died in child birth. She was not sure who her father was. The harem did not frequent the kings bed, the harem beauties were at the beck and call of guests of the king, the squires and knights, and even the king himself. Her black hair was braided back and decorated with the flowers in bloom in the harem garden. Her skin had a slight tan. Harem girls were well taught in all matters. They were taught to be companions and whatever the men and sometimes women wanted.
She was decked in a beautiful red gossamer fabric that left little to the imagination and showed off her nipples. But her pussy was covered with gossamer upon gossamer held in place with a gold belt. SHe laughed as she was pulled to her feet to dance with the other girls and moved around playing her lute and danced laughing. She had lead a happy life and was always upbeat.
The kingdom was large and beautiful. Set on teh ocean of the Northern region. We were a ready ally to those in need, defender of the innocent, and protector of the weak. Amber collapsed in a pile of pillows and laughed with the girls and then leaned back. The harem momma laughed at the girls and clapped gently.
Amber was like an amazon. She was tall and very beautiful. Only almost 15 years old, she stood at 5'9. She was curvy and beautiful. No means a stick. The Harem momma, as all the girls called her, was not her real mother. She never got to meet her real mother, she died in child birth. She was not sure who her father was. The harem did not frequent the kings bed, the harem beauties were at the beck and call of guests of the king, the squires and knights, and even the king himself. Her black hair was braided back and decorated with the flowers in bloom in the harem garden. Her skin had a slight tan. Harem girls were well taught in all matters. They were taught to be companions and whatever the men and sometimes women wanted.
She was decked in a beautiful red gossamer fabric that left little to the imagination and showed off her nipples. But her pussy was covered with gossamer upon gossamer held in place with a gold belt. SHe laughed as she was pulled to her feet to dance with the other girls and moved around playing her lute and danced laughing. She had lead a happy life and was always upbeat.
The kingdom was large and beautiful. Set on teh ocean of the Northern region. We were a ready ally to those in need, defender of the innocent, and protector of the weak. Amber collapsed in a pile of pillows and laughed with the girls and then leaned back. The harem momma laughed at the girls and clapped gently.