Houri
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Houri 2 - The Queen
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Straight
MF, romance, oral

After her first night in the King's bed, she was escorted by four handmaidens
down a corridor which led from the King's quarters at one end, to her quarters
at the very end of the old harem section of the palace. The long straight route
was called "The Queen's Path".

Amilla was the most senior of her women and would act as her personal attendant.
She showed her mistress round what was to be her home for the rest of her life.
There was a sitting room, with doors onto a private terrace and garden. There
was a large bedroom which also opened onto the terrace. It had two doors, one of
which led into a pleasant private bathroom, stocked with expensive perfumes and
lotions and piles of Egyptian linen towels. The other door led into a large
formal bathing chamber. She asked Amilla what the room was for. Amilla explained
that this is where her handmaidens would prepare her when she was formally
summoned by the King.

Large chests in the bedroom were full of silk saris, some heavily embroidered
with gold and silver threads. There were bodices, stoles and gold slippers;
everything required in the traditional lady's wardrobe. On the other side of the
room, wardrobes held every kind of western clothes, from ball gowns to smart
suits to jeans. Amilla told her that the King had given orders for her wardrobes
to be stocked, but that she was to send for couturiers as soon as she wished to
order her own choice of clothes.

Her bed had a canopy, hung with sheer drapes and topped with a crest.

Amilla explained that it was her personal cipher, which would appear on her
stationery and linens and would be on the pennant of her car if she travelled
without the King.

The sitting room was a comfortable western room, beautifully furnished and lined
with books. As she walked out onto the terrace, she remarked that it would be
pleasant to take tea out there with the King.

"Oh no, Madam," Amilla corrected her. "His Majesty does not come to us; we go to
him."

She hoped that she would be able to go to him again soon. As Amilla rang for
tea, the young Queen sat at her desk, exploring the drawers and examining the
fine stationery. She opened the top of the laptop computer. She had been taught
to use a computer by her governess, so before long she discovered an email
message for her. It read, "I hope you are well. I have so much I need to tell
you about. If you cross the garden alone and pass through the green gate, you
will be in my private garden. Come through the gate at 12 and I will show you
the way to my rooms." It was signed only with his initial.

She looked out of her window and saw a small green gate in the far corner of the
garden. She had a hour to bathe and change and she would see him again.

***** With ten minutes before she could go to him, she sat at her desk and wrote
a short letter to her mother. Without saying anything explicit, she spoke of the
King's great kindness and the beautiful quarters he had prepared for her. She
said she was grateful for the great honour which had come to her and that she
was utterly happy. The time had come. She sealed the letter and gave it to
Amilla to have delivered. Then, trying to remain calm although she felt great
excitement, she walked across the garden and hesitantly pushed the gate. As it
opened, she came immediately face to face with the King and jumped.

"I am so sorry. I have been waiting here for ten minutes. I was so eager to see
you again," he laughed.

This morning he was dressed in western clothes and she thought he looked like a
Hollywood film star. He reached out and took her hand, leading her round the
garden, pointing out his favourite places to sit and inviting her to admire some
of the exotic plants brought back from his travels or given by visiting Heads of
State. Rejoining the path across the long garden, he led her into his private
sitting room. Doors led to the bedchamber where they had spent the previous
night, his formal and private bathrooms and into corridors which led to the
audience chamber and various antechambers.

He ordered lunch to be brought for them and they ate on the terrace outside his
rooms. When the servants had been dismissed, he said that he had much to explain
to her about the ways of the court. He told her that they were governed by
ancient traditions and that whilst they might appear to be restrictive, they did
allow them quite a degree of privacy as long as on the surface they gave the
court what it required to keep it happy.

He explained that it was the custom for him to send for her when he wished her
to join him in his bed. He told her that on normal days they would speak often
and that he would ask her personally if she wished to be with him. If she
agreed, he would then send a messenger to her and she would come along the
Queen's Path accompanied by at least two of her women. He told her that her
dignity required that she be escorted at all times by personal attendants, as he
was. He explained that on special feast days, or on days when they wished to
draw the attention of the court to his devotion to her or her obedience to him,
he would send a formal messenger to her. On these occasions of great dignity and
ceremony, she would dress formally and be carried to him by an escort of
eunuchs, followed on foot by at least four of her women. She remembered Amilla
telling her about the ritual bathing and guessed that it was on these occasions
that this would happen.

He told her that he would never summon her without her prior consent and that he
would respect the rhythms of her body. He told her that even when she did not
wish to join with him, it would please him to lie with her in the comfort of
married companionship. As he spoke, she watched his kind eyes and soft mouth and
felt sensations in her body which were like echoes of his touch. She had never
experienced anything like this before.

"I have been worried about you. Do you have discomfort after last night?"

he asked her with genuine concern in his voice.

She felt uncomfortable about referring to these things in the daytime and
sitting out here on the terrace. But she shyly told him that she had felt a
little tender, but that it had entirely passed now. The King was delighted by
her answer and leaned over to kiss her cheek, causing another wave of echoes to
flow over her.

He talked about the banquet which would take place that night, to celebrate the
completion of their marriage which the council believed they had witnessed. She
looked downwards at the thought of the eyes of the court on her, knowing what
she had done with the King. He saw her discomfort and came to kneel at her feet.
Looking up at her face he told her that every woman present would pity her
discomfort and wish they were Queen, and that every man there would envy the
King his beautiful young wife. He made her laugh and she dreaded it a little
less in the knowledge that she would be close to him for the whole evening.

As they finished their lunch, the King's servant approached to remind him of an
appointment. A little flustered, he sent the servant to collect his papers then
turned to her with an earnest look on his face.

"Tonight after the banquet, I must send for you formally as part of the
ceremonial. But if you are tired or unprepared I shall take you back through the
garden when the court has retired and you may have peace. But ..."

She interrupted him. "If I am tired I shall be most happy lying by your side."

His face lit up like a child's on seeing a new toy. He kissed her hand, then
offered her his arm so that he could escort her back to the green gate.

Before turning back towards his duties, he drew her to him and kissed her
deeply.

"I shall telephone you later. Until then you should rest. This evening will be
long and tedious." Then he hurried back across the garden.

*****

During the afternoon, she lay on her bed reading books about court etiquette and
traditions. The section on the wedding feast laid out in great detail the foods
which should be served, each symbolic of something for which they gave thanks.
She learned that the asparagus represented the manhood of the King and that eggs
were symbolic of her own womanhood and fertility. She learned that the court
would pay homage to the King, then to her for the first time as their Queen.
Amilla brought her some light food in the late afternoon, before the cleansing
rituals were to begin. She explained that it was usual for four women to help
her through the steps of the ritual and that her duty was to spend the time in
contemplation of her destiny and in adoration of her King.

She brought in the other three women and introduced them to the Queen. She
discovered that they were all widows from good families, more ladies in waiting
than servants, and that they had each chosen a life in service of the court when
their husbands had died young. The telephone rang. The King told her that it was
time for him to send for her. She told him gently that she longed for his
messenger to come. Almost immediately, from the courtyard in the centre of the
harem, there was the sound of trumpets, followed by the sound of marching feet.
At the door of her rooms, appeared a tall eunuch in the royal livery. He bowed
low to her, then announced, "Madam, the King sends me to inform you that you are
his chosen one for this night."

"I am the King's to command," she answered with her eyes cast downwards. As soon
as he had left the rituals began. At first she felt awkward, embarrassed by her
nakedness and the intimacy of the tasks these women were performing for her. But
she found that their touch on her body took her thoughts back to the previous
night and the echoes of the King's touch raced through her time and time again.
The women spoke to her in whispers, bidding her move this or lift that. They
bathed her, anointed her with scented lotions, dressed her and arranged her
hair. After a long time, she stood in front of a long mirror and saw in it the
Queen. She hoped that the King would be happy with the way she looked. All she
wanted was for the King to be happy with her. Her thoughts were disturbed by the
sound of the procession gathering at her door to take her to the banquet hall.
As she climbed into her chair to be carried along the Queen's Path, she thought
that this would be the first of many times she would make this journey and her
heart was full of joy. As the procession made its slow journey, she remembered
his hands on her breasts and the feeling of fullness when he joined with her.
She was helped to alight from her chair and took her place before the throne
bearing her cipher, as the great carved doors opened and the King's procession
entered the hall. As she watched him mount the dais with great dignity, she
remembered the feeling of his manhood in her hand. As he reached his throne, he
paused and looked directly into her eyes. What she saw in them was the look on
his face when he lay between her legs and she felt she would faint at the
memory.

They sat down and the feast began. Declarations were made, entertainments were
performed, prayers of thanks were offered and compliments to the wisdom of the
King and the beauty of the Queen flowed as freely as the wine.

Dishes of symbolic foods were offered and accepted. Reaching forward, she picked
up a slice of egg and laid on top of it a spear of asparagus.

Turning to the King, she offered it to him and he ate it from her hand.

Smiling his understanding at her, he copied her gesture, wrapping a spear in a
slice of egg and feeding it to her mouth. She smiled at her husband, then shyly
cast her eyes downwards, reddening at her own boldness. She heard a murmur
around the hall which made it clear that her gesture had met with the approval
of the court.

After many hours, the time came for the King and Queen to leave the banquet and
to be carried in procession to the King's bedchamber. She sat down beside him on
a large chair which was to be carried by a dozen strong men.

Under the fold of her sari, his hand found hers and squeezed it gently.

"You have done me great credit tonight, my love," he whispered to her as they
were carried along. "You must be very tired. Perhaps you would like me to take
you to the green gate?"

"Oh no, my Lord. I am not in the least tired. If it pleases you, I would like to
stay a little with you."

The King's smile broadened and he tightened his grasp of her hand a little in
thanks.

***** It seemed a long time before they were finally alone. As the door closed
on the last of the attendants, the King shed the heavy state robes and kicked
off his shoes. Then he came towards her and offered to help her with her
elaborate hair ornaments. She breathed deeply as he slowly unwound her sari,
then guided her hands to the fastenings of his own clothes, encouraging her to
undress him too. He unhooked her blouse and slid it off her shoulders, exposing
her breasts. He pulled her forwards so that they touched his bare chest. She
savoured the feeling of his naked skin on hers and wanted - needed - what was
about to happen.

Without waiting for his hands to guide hers, she unfastened the hooks on the
belt of his trousers and pushed them over his hips until they fell to the floor.
She looked down at the erect penis she had liberated, then up into his eyes.

"Please," he begged her, then sighed deeply as her hand closed round his
painfully hard penis.

Reaching forward to the waist of her petticoat, he untied the cord and it too
fell to the floor so that they both stood naked.

"Come and lie down with me," he invited her.

Teasing a little she replied, "I am the King's to command."

"No. Not tonight. Tonight I am the Queen's to command," he told her, smiling.

"But I do not know what to ask you for. I know nothing of these things,"

she told him.

"Then, my love, I shall have to show you some things which I might be able to do
to please you."

With that he took her hand and led her to the large bed. Sitting her on the edge
of it, he knelt down before her and began to kiss and caress her breasts. He
stroked and rubbed with his hands, he sucked and kissed with his lips, he licked
and flicked with his tongue. Her hands were on the flesh of his back, caressing
his strong shoulders and clutching him tightly as he tweaked her nipples more
firmly.

He guided her back against the pillows and began to kiss all over her body.

He explored every inch of her, kissing the insides of her elbows, the backs of
her knees, her wrists, the soles of her feet and her navel. He turned her onto
her stomach and kissed down the length of her spine and playfully bit her
buttocks.

Turning her again, he took his penis in his hand and ran its tip over her
breasts, teasing her nipples once again as she watched him, amazed. He ran it
over the skin of her stomach and through her pubic hair and she thought that he
would now enter her as he had done last night. But instead he put his hands
between her legs and gently parted her thighs. He was kneeling between her legs,
looking down at her opening. He ran his finger down her stomach and into her
cleft as he had done before, but this time he was watching what he was doing.
She did not know what to do, but the sensations were very good and she could see
that the King was enjoying this.

He asked her if she had done as he told her and examined herself down here.

She told him that she had meant to, but that she had been too embarrassed to do
so. He leapt from the bed and returned with a hand mirror. He made her sit up a
little on the pillows and parted her legs again, further than before. He placed
her hand on the mirror handle, then positioned it, asking her if she could see
herself. She nodded, then he told her to hold it there while he showed her the
beautiful temple in which he would daily come to worship her.

He parted her hair and told her these were the outer gates of her temple.

He ran his finger along one side, then the other. He asked her to reach down and
touch these lips. Reluctantly at first, she gave him her hand and watched as he
directed her fingers around her rim and felt the sensation through both finger
and lip.

He then took charge again, laying her hand to one side. He separated the outer
lips and showed her that there was another set of doors within the outer gates.
He showed her that they were wet. He explained to her that their wetness showed
she had desire for him and gave him great pleasure. He allowed himself a long
moment to enjoy caressing her inner folds before he once more took her hand and
guided it to collect and spread the wetness along the now visible cleft. He
asked her to tell him how it felt and she fought to find words to explain that
she felt the pleasure of the sensations not only on the place she touched, but
deep inside her and all through her body.

"And how does it feel to have me look at your most secret and sacred places?" he
asked her.

"I know I should feel shame, but the heat in my face is the pleasure of giving
myself to my husband rather than submitting to my King." Then she looked up
abruptly into his face, afraid that she had said too much, or that her immodesty
would shock him. But he was smiling at her.

"I cannot tell you how happy I am to hear you say that. To look at you is my joy
and to give you pleasure with my touch will be my constant satisfaction. Now,
take away your hand once more, while I take you further on our journey."

She put her hand on her thigh and watched again as the King slid his finger
through the inner doors and into the temple itself. She moaned her pleasure at
the feeling of him inside her which she had carried with her in her thoughts
throughout the day. She watched, rapt, as he moved his finger in and out of her,
then pushed two fingers into her and continued to pump gently in her. She wanted
to sink back and just accept the attentions of her husband, but he wanted her to
watch and she was hypnotised by the sight of what he was doing to her body.

"This is where I put my penis in you. Watch me put three fingers in you and see
how it stretches to accommodate the size of my desire for you."

She could hardly believe the way she opened to accept him and the pressure on
her inside as he gently continued to rub her. She longed now for him to replace
his fingers with the rigid shaft which stood out from his body. She longed to
feel once again that explosion which he had given her once he joined with her.
But he told her to look again.

He pulled out his fingers gently and began to rub again on the inner lips,
moving slowly towards the top of the cleft. As she watched him reach a small
swollen part, she felt a convulsion pass through her and once more looked up at
him. He told her this was her centre of pleasure and although it was smaller
than his long shaft, it controlled the explosion which had happened in her body
when her pleasure was at its peak.

He guided her own fingers back and showed her how to rub it gently. She could
immediately feel how changes in pressure and rhythm could send shivers through
her body. He sat back for a moment and watched her continue to explore this new
sensation, then rocked forward on his knees and removed her hand back to her
thigh. Leaning down, he planted a kiss directly onto her clitoris, causing her
to drop the mirror in surprise. Of all the strange things she had experienced
since she came here to her Lord, this took her entirely by surprise. He had put
his mouth on her nether parts and as she felt the wonderful sensations increase,
he seemed in no hurry to come away from her.

Nestling into her lips and button, kissing, licking, teasing and sucking all
round this newly discovered doorway, he rose from time to time to ask her if she
felt pleasure in his kisses. She was almost ashamed to admit to him that she
loved what he was doing to her, but she could not lie to him. She told him that
he gave her beautiful sensations, then begged to be allowed to do what she might
to give him pleasure like this. He laughed gently and assured her that allowing
him to worship her womanhood was an intense pleasure to him and that his body
felt great excitement, which he would bring into her in a little while.

She could not have resisted him; she was lost in the touch of fingers and
tongue.

"Now lie back and relax. Let the sensations overcome you and you will see how I
can pleasure my Queen."

Giving herself entirely to her husband's touch, she held back no more and in
seconds she felt herself fall over a cliff, tumbling through the air, until she
came to rest in his arms. He was beside her, holding her and whispering to her
that she looked wonderful at the moment of her ecstasy. He gently rolled her
over so that her back was against his chest. She felt him press his penis
against her back, then slide it into the wetness of her still throbbing cleft.

"I shall press gently into the temple of your womanhood, where you are very wet
to welcome me."

Shifting gently, he slid effortlessly into her. He reached round her body and
cupped her breast in his hand, rubbing and squeezing her nipple with his
fingers. He began to move in her a little and she instinctively matched his
movements with her hips. Lazily to begin with, then building a little at a time,
they moved in unison. Sliding his hand down the front of her body, he moved his
finger onto her button and began to rub and press it as they moved.

She sensed a change in him and felt his thrusts intensify, causing her own
passion to build to a new high. Faster and faster they writhed together on the
bed, as his hand brought her to another convulsion. As she felt the spasms in
her, he stopped suddenly, then thrust into her with three long and deep strokes,
each accompanied by a roar deep in his throat. They lay motionless for a long
time, lost in the depths into which they had plunged.

When she eventually began to stir, he pulled her very close to him. She
whispered into the darkness, "Your Majesty has honoured your humble servant.

May I have your leave to withdraw?"

He squeezed her tightly to him. "I know that you have been taught that you must
leave me when I have taken my pleasure of you. But I shall never want to let you
go. Unless you wish to leave me, please stay in my bed and in my arms."

"Yes, my love. I will stay with you," she told him, weeping gently with the
intensity of her love for her husband.