Red & Leyli: Heated Negotiations #1

Leyli soaks her feet in the water of her pond as she lounges within the inner walls of her compound. She idly dabs ink into a sheet of papyrus, writing yet another letter to Egypt, all the while suspecting they never leave the harbor of her idyllic island prison. She shoots a glance toward the gate guards as they stiffen their posture, a sign that some one is approaching.

The dark-haired man in the high-collared white linen tunic made his way to that compound on the outskirts of Larnaca, about as far away from the port facilities as a residence could be while still qualifying as being part of the city proper. Well, judging by all appearances, this appears to be the place - not like there are many other residences in the area to confuse it with, after all. And those attentive gate-guards suggest that there is no common resident within these walls. He raises a hand to his brow to wipe away the faint traces of sweat that had accumulated there from the day's heat, then, pulling himself up straight and squaring his shoulders, he strides up to the resident security. He draws out a scroll from his small courier's satchel and offers it to one of them. "My credentials," he says in a borderline-indifferent tone. "Your mistress has requested certain...representatives."

The jingle of metal fills the courtyard as the dark-skinned woman rises from her seat, the sound of the many jeweled bands around her neck clanging together. She leaves dainty wet footprints behind as she walks up to the gate with a smile. She interrupts one of the guards while plucking the satchel out of his hands. "Ah my visitor arrives!. Please come in and make yourself at home." She gives each of her guards a brief, serious glance, then takes out her emerald earrings and hands one to each of them, then waves them off dismissively. "You two may leave." The two guards are remarkably compliant, each giving the visitor an awkward glance before pocketing the jewels and making for the town.

Her 'visitor' cocks one eyebrow at her dismissal of the guards, but briskly shrugs it off before he sets his eyes on his host. Bright blue eyes flit up and down her as he quickly takes in her appearance, the motion so reflexive to him that he's barely even aware of it. Once the guards are gone a fair distance, he steps through the entry arch of the courtyard then turns to Leyli before drawing one arm across his midsection and half-bowing before her. "Redouane Nicetas Isidorus at your service, milady," he says in his smooth voice, evne as intricately-braided black locks jangle slightly from the many pieces of silver ornamentation interwoven amongst them clinking against one another. "Mandator of the Imperial Basilikon, and representative of his One True Lawful Roman Emperor, Tractatius the Third, blessed be his name."

Leyli clasps her hands together and smiles joyfully as the man enters. She follows his eyes as he looks her over from her neatly braided hair and long bangs, to the gentle curves of her body, accented by her scanty outfit of white cloth and gold bands. She beams at him when he introduces himself, and responds with dignity. "And I am Leyli Shiman, heiress of the great Sekh family, blood of the divine Horus, and rightful princess of Egypt. I'm honored to greet you to my house, milord. Can I get you some refreshment? Wine perhaps?" She adds a coy grin to accent her speech, giving a playful impression.

"And I am honoured to respond to milady's summons," replies Redouane as a slight smile crosses his full red lips. An acute eye would notice that he started smiling when she proclaimed her 'rightful' claims, but he looks and sounds nothing short of genuine as he fluidly pulls himself up from that bow and gives her a slight nod. "Your hospitality is too kind, Lady Shiman-Sekh. Wine would be lovely, thank you; the day is warmer than I am used to." He tucks one errant tuft of hair behind an ear, his pretty, fine-boned features composed into a pleasantly approachable expression. His white linen tunic and matching leggings are embroidered with all manner of gold and silver stitching; around his waist he wears a small crimson damasked sash. Slightly pointed leather boots are the only nod to practicality, and - unlike the rest of his outfit - they seem reasonably well-worn. He sweeps his eyes around the surrounding before returning his attention to his host, all smiles and good cheer.

With hands cupped around her full, pink lips, she calls to the inside of the house. "Areo!" To which a plump man with no shirt and poofy trousers promptly responds by poking his head out the window. "Wine for our guest! The western brand if you please." The man vanishes with a nod. She leads her guest to a shaded area next to a small pool of glistening blue water and offers him a chair. She crosses one leg over the other and dangles her bare leg and foot to and fro as she speaks. "Would that you could join me for a swim! There is nothing so wonderful as a cool dip on a hot day. But of course, you are here to talk business." She adds a pout to the last sentence, gazing at him with her deep brown eyes lined circled with thick blue make-up and lined with an intricate black liner.

Red takes her offer of a shaded seat gratefully, flashing her a small smile as he settles languidly into that chair. His attention follows her errant bobbing foot - and, less obviously, her exposed leg - before he lets out a small, wistful sigh at her mention of a swim. "Ah, if only! Well, perhaps there will be time for such relaxations after our more pressing matters, yes? It is certainly a tempting offer," he adds with a slight curl of the lips. His eyes have moved back to steadily meet her gaze now, his faint amusement hinted at in the way he oh-so-slightly arches his brows. "But yes, business, business." He breaks off their eye-lock with a shrug, his entire attitude shifting to something more noncommittal. "If you would be so kind, my Lady Shiman-Sekh, I wish to hear in your own words what, exactly, it is you wish from the Imperial Throne. I've been briefed and read the summaries, but, ah, something is always lost in such, you know?"

With a heavy sigh she moves her hands to her lap and brings her leg parallel to the other, sitting in a more upright formal position. "Ah of course." She pauses as her house keeper returns with the wine, she lifts a finger as she speaks dismissively to Areo. "Ah thank you. Oh and could you go down to the market? Aha and Khufu should be there returning my earrings. Green was not my color after all. I want you to make sure they get a good price." The man weakly attempts to hide his grimace as he leaves the gates, and Leyli turns her full attention back to Redouane. "My dear lord, I come humbly before the Imperial Throne to request liberation from my prison, and aid for one who has been so terribly wronged. For is his majesty not a merciful and kind soul, who would take pity on the lost and the betrayed?"

The mandator takes his cup of wine and moves it in lazy little circles in one hand, swishing its contents about. He then brings it up to his mouth and, pausing but momentarily to give it a discreet sniff, takes a slow sip before lowering the drink and nodding approvingly at Leyli. "I wonder if your guards were fully aware of the task you set before them?" he inquires jokingly, his body language quite relaxed and fluid. "Your prison, your prison...hmm. Are you forbidden from leaving Larnaca and Cyprus, milady? What wrongs have you been subjected to that left you in such a position where you felt that the munificence of the Roman Emperor was your only recourse?" He speaks his words fluidly and with a sort of languorous poise, only the way his eyes keep moving back to her suggestive of the attention he is paying to her responses. "The documentation I was given on your plight was incredibly dry, I fear - stripped bare of any fire, any soul that could move a man to recognize the injustice of your situation. Which is where I come in, Lady Shiman-Sekh."

Leyli breathes in the smell of the wine and purrs with delight in an almost absurdly exaggerated manner, as if it had some orgasmic property. She takes a very large sip, almost a gulp, before setting the glass down with a ladies grace. "Oh they barely tolerate me leaving these walls, let alone this city. It may look pretty, but the isolation is maddening I tell you! Others besides your gracious Emperor would grant me asylum, to be sure, and indeed, asylum is something I would be eternally grateful for. Of course, what I seek is nothing less than my birthright! My family betrayed, my throne stole, I only ask that I be allowed what is already mine." She speaks with a passionate tone and motions every sentence with elegant hand movements.

"So what you're really requesting is...revolution? Regime change?" Redouane throws those proposals out in a manner more appropriate for questions about one's preferred dinner. But no, this is the fate of nations, and yet he makes it sound so very common. Still, her fire and zeal brings a slight expression of amusement to the line of his mouth, as does the...enthusiasm...she shows for her wine. "Please do correct me if I am overstepping my interpretations here, milady. You are requesting that the Empire...'negates'-" - he pauses for a moment in thought, trying to pick out the most delicate euphemism for his statement - "-the current rulership of Egypt so that the house of Sekh's claim to the Twin Crowns can be recognized. Am I wrong?"

"The Two Lands belong to the Pharaoh, Divine Reincarnation of Horus, and I would never seek to usurp that for myself or my house. I merely wish to take my rightful place at his side... whoever he may be." She takes another sip of wine with a slow bat of her eyelashes, then wipes her lip sensually. "It's rumored the crown-prince is not of his fathers seed. The gods are mysterious. The next Dynasty will need strong blood, and a divine lineage that can be proven."

"Truly, milady Shiman-Sekh, you are a devoted patriot to be so concerned with your country's future," he says while taking another sip of wine. Sadly, he is not entirely successful at masking the scepticism in his tone there - he curls the words 'devoted patriot' oh-so-faintly, making his utterance of them sound nearly facetious. Red then pulls himself a bit more upright in his chair and sets his cup of wine down, resting his elbows on his seat's arms so that he may fold his hands together. "All the same, you request Imperial aid in...amending...the current lines of succession, yes? Just what form did you envisage this assistance taking, hmm?" Oh yes, he notices all her little coquettish gestures, but if they stir anything more than slight smiles and faint grins in him, it's certainly difficult to tell.

Her eyebrows twitch with a small hint of annoyance, quite clearly noticing she's being patronized. Shifting her position in her seat to rest on one thigh, with her hands firmly on her knees she abruptly changes her speech to a very matter-of-fact tone. "Money." After a brief pause she continues. "I'll need gold, spies, and once I'm prepared, an official endorsement of my claim."

"Ah, now we're at the heart of it," Red says behind an open grin, his voice rapidly shifting gears to real interest. His cavalier facade rapidly disintegrates as he rests his chins atop his folded fingers and new curiosity enters his tone; his gaze on her suddenly seeming to be far more scrutinizing than before. "I'm glad we can speak frankly on matters now. Coin and intelligence, but the acknowledgement of legitimacy is the real prize there, isn't it? Would have to be done carefully though, lest you be accused of...selling yourself...to foreign influences, hmm?" But then he clicks his tongue softly, his eyes half-closing. "Mm, but would you allow this humble servant a moment of unvarnished forthrightness, Lady Shiman-Sekh?"

Leyli seems delighted by the blunt reaction, lifting both hands up and running them through her shoulder length hair, and reclining back comfortably. She lets herself sink back into her chair, pretending not to notice the cloth covering her thighs being pulled up to uncover more of her dusky skin. "All I have is mine to do with as I wish, my lord. But you are correct. And I will of course forgive a moment of..unvarnished forthrightness." She adds a playfully mocking giggle as she mimics his words, placing an index finger between her lips.

The man's blue gaze flits down to the way she exposes more of her thighs in a brief but shameless glance, and he softly "hmm"s as she grants her permission. He nods then, quietly drawing in a breath as his eyes move back to face, oddly intent. "Thank you for the consideration, milady. Now," - and this is where Red's voice drops in pitch, sounding more resolute than she has heard from him yet. "As you perhaps know, I am in no position to openly reject or deny your petition; such is beyond my remit as a Mandator. What I am here to do is to act as an initial arbiter of your...case...and offer up my personal assessment of the matter, so that my masters may make a more informed decision. So, if you wish, you need not concern yourself overly with anything I say here; it may all be overruled." He takes one hand out from underneath his chin to wiggle his hand in a faintly dismissive gesture, accompanying the way he describes the potential worthlessness of his statement.

"But here's what I see here. There is no shortage of bad blood between Egypt and the Imperial Throne over the matter of Syria. The current Pharaoh has proven remarkably receptive to settlement and negotiation on this matter, and that has gone a long way to cooling tempers in the Basilikon. All the information I have seen suggests that the Crown Prince is receptive to following his father's policies." And now his voice takes a turn for the ruthlessly blunt; his eyes narrow slightly. "In comparison, your father was a prominent member of the war faction, especially regarding the Empire's continued - and rightful - ownership of Antioch. So, milady, it looks to me that you are requesting the Empire remove a friendly government to replace it with a hostile one, running the risk of badly souring relations and upsetting trade interests should its involvement be revealed." He stops sharply there, as if he was cutting off the entire line of discussion.

She squirms in her chair as she listens, trying to appear confident and feigning boredom as the man tells her exactly what she doesn't want to hear. Extending a hand toward him in a pleading gesture she responds. "My humblest apologies, as I am sure you are an expert in these matters, but perhaps with all the tension regarding land disputes, what is truly important has become concealed to you. I am speaking of the Mediterranean. My family holds claim to the largest amount of dock space in Alexandria. With my return to power, this wealth would undoubtedly fall back to me. And as for my father... I believe it is best he remain where he is." There is a remarkable coldness in the way she dismisses her father, which she hides with an innocent expression.

"My, my, Lady Leyli Shiman-Sekh." Red's voice is faintly chastising there, although - there is no hiding it - there is an undercurrent of cool admiration at play. "Shall I understand your tacit support of your father's continued...retirement...as a dutiful daughter's concern for the health of her sire? It is so much more flattering than the alternatives, after all." A faint grin, slightly predatory, flickers across his pretty features as he says that. He then straightens up in his seat once more, taking the opportunity to lean back in it somewhat while he cracks his knuckles before he continues. "The Alexandrian docks, the Alexandrian docks...a prize indeed, no denying. But Antioch is the terminus of the Silk Road, my good lady. Any re-opening of hostilities over control of it would not only prove costly for both our nations, but would interrupt the trade ports there as well." A slight shrug then, dismissive. "Compared to that, the Alexandria shipping is - shall we be honest with one another? - frankly, a far lesser concern. And even with full Imperial support, we have no guarantee of the success of your efforts, do we?" His eyes start boring into her, gaze going beyond merely scrutinizing to downright piercing. "If it does not go well, and that's a very real risk, we're looking at potential years of civil war. Again, bad for trade. You are offering - what? A reward of secondary value in exchange for extremely high risks, no matter whether you succeed or fail. Justice is one thing, milady, but we are both worldly figures, are we not? Justice is...perhaps not always enough."

Leyli shifts backward as he speaks, as if giving ground to an adversary, though her eyes never leave his, locked with a primal hunger and excitement. She responds with obviously feigned hurt, betrayed by a smile showing her obvious enjoyment of the situation. "Oh, my Lord is cruel to take advantage of this helpless girl with such harsh diplomacy." She covers her face with her hands. "But truths they are, however cold. Clearly more must be given, and I am nothing if not generous. I will agree to let the Emperor choose my husband, and I will convince my father to retire. He is old and stressed; it will do him good. Are we now speaking the same language?"

That night-haired, sky-eyed diplomat abandons his prior languor and sits forward in his chair oh so slightly as she leans back in her own, as if he was giving chase. His gaze betrays his obvious amusement - and could it be, enjoyment? - with the cut-and-thrust of the situation, and he makes no secret of the fact that he is looking straight at her, as if he could cleave through her promises and half-truths with his vision alone. Red makes a soft "hmm"ing noise then, tilting his head to the side oh-so-slightly as he does. His braided locks spill out across the gilded shoulders of his tunic, and when his response comes, there is real playfulness in it, albeit of a coldly sporting sort. "Alas for my poor Lady Shiman-Sekh that Imperial policy is so cruelly pragmatic! In a better world the Emperor would wipe away all injustices with but a wave of his hand. But we live in a world where men, effort, lives, deaths, and reputations all have their price, yes? It is good, then, that you are recognizing this." His fingers drum against each other in an idle little gesture, long and pale. "The Emperor's choice of husband for you, hm? Ah, but the problem still remains that it requires our...intervention...in Egyptian court politics, with all the risks attendant. Unless, of course, you are proposing an outright coup and replacement with a puppet government, if not a formal tributary." His eyes narrow as he says that, and a slight curl comes to his mouth.

Jeweled beads click together as she idly traces a finger across the soft flesh of her neck as she listens. She cranes her neck up mischievously, long slow breaths making her sway like a viper. "Such bloodshed would be tragic, and I would like to avoid it if I can, but if such a thing is inevitable well, there is good reason for a weak Pharaoh to fear the Sekh family. Your soldiers, they will not be needed. But please, let us move to the heart of the matter. Your Emperor will no doubt desire more promises of me, and I shall provide them, but his faith in me depends on what he hears from that silver tongue of yours." She pauses to take a long sip of wine, eyes never leaving the man in front of her, carefully gauging his reaction.

A contemplative silence settles over Redouane at that point, although his eyes on her do not waver for a minute, still every bit as penetrating despite his temporary quiet. They follow the movement of her hands and the way she exposes her neck, and then he turns his head down slightly with a rather inscrutable smile on it. Yes, very much like a viper indeed, he thinks to himself. "It would be a considerable risk on the part of the Empire, certainly. It is an interesting proposition, and I am sure that my masters could imagine all manners of...uses...for a daughter of the house of Sekh." The way he draws out and curls his mouth around 'uses' is...suggestive, certainly; he manages to make that simple word somehow sound so very improper. "But ah, as to whether they would wish to commit to such an action at this point in time? The current state of government is not displeasing to us, and the status quo acceptable. Furthermore, what guarantees do we have that the populace would accept such a thing? It would be all too easy for you to be unjustly labelled 'Greek whore,' after all. That aside, we do have other concerns further to the north, what with the trouble on the steppes..." He shrugs slightly then, not continuing that particular line of discussion. Perhaps a bit too much said. "As for what I have to say on the matter? Well, milady, that's more difficult." He brings his own cup of wine to his lips and takes a measured pull from it, although his gaze remains exactly where it was the entire time. "What would I have to say about this, hmm?"

Slipping a ruby ring off of her index finger, she begins speaking in a soft but confident voice, idly twirling the ring between her thumb and forefingers. "There is no rush. Focus on Asylum to start. Withhold my other requests if you wish. The moment I leave these walls I am committed after all. But the status quo will change, whether the Empire wishes it or not. The Pharaoh is old, his pyramid complete. He will enter the divine soon, and the son is not the father. The people may find this 'Greek Whore' more to their liking, as my blood is pure." She narrows her eyes for a moment as a warning, but her smile quickly returns as she continues. "Ah but what would you have to say with your eloquence and charm. Why, you would say that Lady Shiman-Sekh is competent, beautiful, capable in the political environment, and her ambitions don't go beyond Egypt. Above all you would say that she can be controlled. That she is dependent on His Majesties aid and can be guided toward promoting your interests. Above all you would say that she has fallen madly in love with you, and could not bare to rule Egypt without your secret guidance."

Initially, Red shows every sign of listening to her intently: attention flicking to that ruby ring of hers before going back to her eyes, little nods and soft "mm"s of acknowledgement. When she delivers that final statement, however, he cracks into a broad grin and begins openly laughing, one of his hands going up to cover his mouth. However, it does nothing to conceal the way his entire upper body shakes furiously at that incredulous mirth, genuine and silky, pouring forth from his pouty lips. The gilded threading in his apparel sparkles furiously in the sunlight, and the sound of his silver hair adornments striking against each other makes faintly bell-like sounds. "'Madly in love with me!' Quite a statement, Leyli Shiman of the House of Sekh! Quite a statement indeed!" He appears to be struggling very hard to get that laughter under control, a 'snrk' escaping him as he does. "Well then, my good lady, since you are so 'madly in love with me'-" - he pauses for a moment, trying to suppress the wild grin on his face at the very suggestion of that statement - "-then let me be forthright with you, hmm? No secrets between lovers, after all." The diplomat brings that obscuring hand down from his mouth and flashes her a pearly white smile, although his eyes remain sharp.

"'Leyli Shiman-Sekh is a keen political operator whom, it appears, will stop at nothing in her efforts to regain what she considers her birthright. She will make any promises and swear any pledges she feels she must, and will set aside whomever she deems appropriate if it will ease her passage. Her understanding of Egyptian politics is unquestioned, but her tractability in the future is highly suspect; risk of her subverting any future arrangements to her own ends extremely high. A dangerous figure. Potentially too dangerous to use.' Sound about accurate?" Red then makes a soft clicking noise with his tongue, mimicking the setting-down of a quill. Oh, but how that bastard's entire body language and poise still drips all grace and fair humour, smiles and good faith...

The laughter is taken in good humor, with Leyli downing the rest of her wine and refilling both glasses to the brim, smiling back knowingly. "Yes, no secrets. Your assessment is accurate as a Nubian spear point. But come now, did I not sense a hint of disdain from you when you informed me so dutifully of how your word is meaningless? You could rise high with me at your fingertips. Your silver tongue, turned gold!" She pauses with a giggle, taking another large sip of her cup. "And what I said was not all lies. Do you see how I blush in your presence?" There is indeed a noticeable red on her cheeks, though whether it's from emotion or wine, it's difficult to discern.

Leyli's offer of a refilled wine cup is taken by Red without skipping a beat, and he takes his own long draw from it - considerably more restrained than her's, it would seem. He's still quivering slightly from his earlier laughter, but his expression is bright; he seems in his element. "I am a loyal servant of the true Roman Empire and its lawful Emperor," he says with overwrought offense, the mirth in his eyes completely offsetting any affected dismay he has brought to his face. "You make impressive promises, Leyli Shiman-Sekh, but I cannot help but feel that I'd be found floating face-down in the Nile within years of taking them. So too to any husband the Emperor may choose for you, hmm?" And then he slips her a secretive little grin, conspiratorial and suggestive. "A man doesn't know whether to be charmed by your wiles or to watch his back around you. Oh yes, I see your blush there, milady. And I've certainly noticed all your little coy motions and movements this entire time. As lovely a show it is," says Red while quite blatantly sweeping his azure eyes over her form, "I'm almost insulted that you think I'd be lured into complacency by your coquettish conduct. As I said, Leyli-" - he refers to her by her first name pointedly, despite his tone all lightharted banter - "-you're dangerous. Potentially too dangerous." And then another sip of wine, one eyebrow cocked as he does. "And I don't dislike that."

With wide eyes and and parted lips as if to interrupt, Leyli listens quietly with a shocked expression, clearly unaccustomed to refusal. She throws up her hands and turns her head in a helpless gesture, though it ends with a sigh and a smile. "Well then my Lord.. Redouane. I seem to have underestimated you. I apologize. I believe such a daring attempt on your life which you described would be poor for my own health, as I am clearly at a disadvantage in cunning." She ceases all her previous hand movements and posturing, simply sitting back in her chair in a relaxed, defeated position. "Are you now to tell me that all my attempts at seduction were wasted, leaving me to 'sell' myself as you called it, to some other, less intelligent party? Or would you rather stay a while and enjoy my company? I leave the decision to you, the victor."

"Now, my good lady, there's no reason to be downcast," continues that overly-poised aristocrat from his seat in the shade. "You need not be so self-effacing. You are a formidable opponent, and were I not so jaded, you very well may have won me over with your...talents." He smiles then, a touch suggestively, before swishing his wine around in its cup and taking another controlled sip. There is a very faint flush to his pale skin by this point, although whether it is from the wine, the heat, or...other matters...is quite uncertain to the casual observer. He brings up his other hand to flip out some of his braids, their decorations glittering as he does. His smile grows slightly more as he continues speaking, his voice just a touch more heated than before. "Ah, but that's a very interesting statement you make there, Leyli Shiman-Sekh. Why don't you clarify exactly what you mean, hmm? A man could interpret in all manner of ways..."

"Ever persistent in your search for clarity and specifics. I suppose that is what makes you so good at your duty. But doesn't it get boring eventually? There is a certain passion in the vagueness of the game." Dozens of beads slap together as she shakes her hair back and forth, standing up from her seat with a stretch, arching her back with cat-like dexterity. "Negotiations are a lot like sex don't you think? They can be rough or easy, sometimes ending with both parties satisfied, yet other times they leave one of the participants...wanting." She speaks almost musing to herself, plucking off her many rings one by one and setting them down, hardly glancing at the handsome aristocrat next to her.

"You must understand, daughter of Sekh, that I so do enjoy ferreting 'clarity' and 'specifics' out not because of some sense of duty or, Heavens forbid, love of truth." Redouane has adopted a casual mien now, his body language relaxing in his chair, although he stretches his legs apart just oh so slightly as he does so. His attention remains keenly on her, as it has for almost all of the negotiations - but ah, there is something more to it now; a quiet hunger that he had hitherto kept carefully in cheque. "I've never cared much for 'truth,' myself. Such a slippery little concept, don't you agree? No, milady, I do this because I enjoy that slow dance of encircling others to the point where they feel that 'the truth' is their only remaining recourse. It is an enjoyable game, nothing more." And then Red's slim, well-kept hands are at his collar, lazily undoing gilded buttons as if it was the most natural thing in the world. "So tell me, Leyli Shiman-Sekh. How do you prefer your...negotiations, hm?"

With the last ring placed on the marble pedestal between the two chairs, she places one hand onto it and the other on her hip, leaning over aggressively toward her diplomatic adversary. She stands a mere 5 feet six inches, but manages to put up an imposing figure regardless with her controlled smile beneath frustrated, angry eyes. "I like winning my negotiations Redouane. But you led me on the entire way, staring at my legs, reading my eyes, watching and grinning all while maneuvering me to spill my cards at your feet. I should hate you." Heavy breath and a longing gaze suggest that hate is not what is on her mind. Reinforcing this, she begins tugging the cloth wrapping at her waist with a pinkie at an agonizingly slow pace, letting her other fingers dig into the flesh of her thigh.

Red props himself forward in his seat, moving his face closer to hers. He makes no attempt at concealing the long, lingering glances full of definite appreciation that he casts over her body while she leans over him, and those lips of his - so pouty, so seemingly-locked in a perpetual expression of faint amusement - part slightly so that the tip of his tongue can dart out and run over them in the briskest of motions. "And I enjoyed every moment of it, Leyli. Oh yes, staring at your legs is a genuine delight-" - he punctuates that by visibly glancing down at the way she is gripping her lush thigh - "-but watching the hints of secret thoughts and endless assessments in your eyes was even more of a delight, I must say." Having undone the buttons on the high-collared neck of his tunic, he reaches across his richly-adorned grab to begin undoing the side-lacing running down his left flank, deftly undoing one knot after another with a slow, practiced ease; he obviously needs not look down to know where his fingers must go. When he speaks next his voice is warm with something quite other than faint mockery or careful analysis. "The line between hate and love can be so very thin, can't it? One minute cold fury, the next, heated desire..."

Wine and rings are knocked to the floor heedlessly as crawls up the pedestal, perched on hands and knees at eye level. The thin covering hanging from her waste slides down part way, revealing the top half of a tanned, heart-shaped ass. "Thin indeed. And I'll let you in on a secret. I too enjoyed every moment. I have never been so ravished in a game of words. I find it so very intriguing." She slips a snake headed circlet from her forehead and tosses it aside, and inches her plush lips closer enticingly, with eyes still narrowed into a vicious gaze.

"I'll take that as high praise," Redouane grins, making no secret of the interest he shows in her half-revealed backside. And then he leans in closer to her face, his braids practically brushing against her as he does. His sky-blue eyes lock right on hers, and he speaks again, his breath warm and ticklish against her at this range. "But there are other ways to ravish you than words." And then one of his hands is slipping behind her head, weaving through her well-kept locks to cup the back of his head. In the same instant he presses his mouth against hers assertively, aggressively - his lips are soft and supple and warm, faintly moistened from that little lick he made moments before. But that kiss is anything but gentle. The aristocrat uses his hand at the base of her skull to pull her mouth in closer against hers, leaving her with no room to escape as he heatedly strives to drive their lips together with the same air of commandeering authority in which he negotiated. His eyes remain open the entire time, and a quiet growl echoes up from his throat.

The narrowed eyes widen as his lips force themselves against hers and she instinctively recoils back, but the firm hand behind her head prevents escape. Her gaze softens as she accepts her aggressor, even letting her lips part and her tongue push outward with an experimental lick. The many jeweled bands hanging from her neck swing forward with an arch of her back, maneuvering her body closer. Unable to move backwards she turns her head just a moment, briefly breaking the kiss and speaks in a single heated, breath "Show me!"

At her exhalation, he throws a downright smouldering gaze at her, his entire face - so finely-boned, so pretty - taking on a wolfish expression. He responds by roughly pulling her face back to his, half-raising from his seated position so that he can match her own movements forward. He crushes their lips together once more then, his mouth moving boldly against hers as if he could somehow devour her oh-so-delicious lips with that kiss alone. Any further exploratory tongue-work of hers is met with a heated counterattack on his part: his own tongue, supple and bold, curling and ensnaring against and around hers. His other hand reaches out and grips onto her partially-exposed rear, his touch there firm and unhesitating in the way it clamps down and squeezes that luscious flesh.

Responding to the ferocious kiss, she engages in a dance, recoiling her quick tongue then prodding forward in a teasing dance. Her expression quickly melts under the relentless assault quickly though, allowing her tongue to become entangled and molested at the rough lovers whim. The hand gripping her soft ass cheek provokes an approving squeak, accompanied by an eager look from her dark eyes. She grabs the squeezing arm by the elbow and guides it further down.

Despite the intensity with which he claims her mouth, Red is all-too-willing to play her game when it comes to the way she moves her tongue: his darts after hers as she recoils, and when she makes her own calculated ripostes, he is quick to chase after it, seeking to pin it down so that he can impose his will on it. On the occasions he pauses for breath, he breaks off their lip-lock but momentarily, leaving the two of them but a papyrus sheet apart as he roughly inhales, much as a diver searching for pearls would. When she finally yields, he purrs audibly into her mouth and proceeds to run the tip of his tongue against the underside of its opposite, teasing where it meets her lower mouth. The hand on the back of her head entwines itself in the braids and bands of her dark hair, tugging gently at her locks as his hand squeezes a bit harder. Its counterpart on her ass also presses down harder still, his fingertips sinking into her pliant backside. When she tugs on that arm his lips curl into a grin against hers, and he all-too-willingly complies, grasping the edge of her remaining cloth and pulling it down in the process.

Showing rather impressive balance, she lifts one leg and then the other, sliding through the cloth and chains of her garments until her lower half is entirely nude but for a pair of glimmering gold anklets. She leaves the hand gripping her ass to its own devices, pressing her own hands against her partners remaining clothing harshly, as if to claw and tear them off. The soft flesh of her backside tenses with eagerness, jiggling back and forth as she inches her knees closer and closer to free up tension of her hair.

Red's eyes break away from hers momentarily to approvingly look on her feat of decadent acrobatics, and his hand on her now-unencumbered backside responds to its newfound freedom of motion by running its fingertips to just short of the meeting of her two lower cheeks. They then grip in tightly, fingernails scraping against well-tanned flesh, so pleasingly pliant, as he uses the heel of his palm to rub down strongly against the softness beneath it, working in a small circling motion. He begins breaking up that furious lip-lock of theirs a bit so that he can give her clipped directions, his voice positively steady but brisk; hot and positively dripping hunger. "My sash first," he states before sliding to his feet, giving her braids a sharp jerk so that her face remains turned to his. Red's slender form is only several inches taller than hers, but he moves it with such confidence, such experienced grace. He gives several of her braids a sharp jerk with the fist against the base of her skull in order to pull her mouth towards hers and then he leans in to kiss her like a conqueror once more, all-but-pillaging whatever corner of her mouth she yields.

A startled gasp of protest escapes her lips, now parted wide in compliance with the upward-locked position her head is forced into. Any further sign of resistance is quashed as her mouth is assaulted once more, and she responds to the command diligently and hastily tugging off the sash hanging about the man's tight waist. With daring curiosity and lust filled initiative, she gropes experimentally at his grown over the top of his clothing. With another hand she weaves the tips of her fingers against any exposed pale flesh she can find, gliding up and down his chest and stopping just above the groin.

With Red's buttons already unclasped and his lacing already loosened, the removal of his red silk-damask sash leaves his ridiculously ornate tunic hanging loosely and openly from his shoulders, revealing the lithe musculature of his torso. It would appear that slim frame of his is more than just aristocratic foppery: his midriff is taut with lightly-defined musculature, coiled tightly about his thin build. It is firm but warm and just slightly pliant beneath her fingers, not unlike well-worked leather. He practically purrs into her mouth as she gropes him, his teeth snaring her tongue between them so that he can subject the tip of her tongue to a particularly aggressive round of attacks. Beneath his linen breeches his arousal is obvious to the eye, let alone the attentions of her hand; the heat is palpable through the straining fabric. And, if those exploratory movements are any indication, he seems to be...reasonably gifted, at least. His hand on her backside bites down just a bit harder at her first groping movements, and then releases slightly before sliding further down, brushing against the back of her thighs. His fingertips brush so very gently against her folds from behind then, the touch thin and wisplike.

The cushion-like flesh of her rear gives and moves with his attentions, but tightens and pulls back toward it's original shape when it's handled roughly, though Leyli makes her enjoyment known with a gasp of pleasure, with hot breath against his lips and a wet tongue surrendered completely into the mans mouth. As if in reply, she gropes the large member roughly and holds onto it like a treasure, then greedily moves her other hand downward to work at unbuttoning the supple trousers, treating them as little more than an obstacle. Her knees shoot to either side of the small pedestal in response to the brief touch against her folds, inviting more, only to rebelliously lock shut soon after, accompanied by a grin and a testing gaze.

It doesn't take much to unbutton and unlace those breeches of Redouane's, but tugging them down proves to be a bit more difficult: the not-inconsiderable bulge in his loincloth makes removal problematic. A sharp intake of breath mid-kiss betrays his appreciation of the way her hand attacks his loins, and if anything, they seem to swell a bit more beneath her touch, the stretching of the fabric still covering him all the more prominent now. As she teases him with the movements of her legs, he meets her challenging look with a playful grin and surprisingly sharp eyes. He "hmph"s quietly and uses his hand in her hair to pull her away from their kiss, his own mouth disengaging at the same time with a wet slurping. With her legs closed together that hand of his moves back upward again, a finger pressing firmly between the cleft of her backside as he drags the hand up. "Very well then," he throatily chuckles, letting go of the back of her head so that he can brush her hands on his crotch away, his length still tucked into his loincloth. And then he is moving, walking around that pedestal, moving around to her rear with a few light steps.

With a reluctant "Tsk!" she lets her hands get brushed away with a small amount of clinging resistance. With the grip on her hair released, she lowers herself back down on all fours, turning her head to follow him with a quizzical gaze as he circles her. With a sensual lick of her lips she focuses her gaze downward, awaiting eagerly for the trousers to drop with a nearly mouth-watering intensity. Her legs remain tightly locked shut, though her rear is displayed prominently and appears high in the air due to her lowered shoulders.

While circling around Leyli, Red makes a "tsk"ing sound of his own, seemingly remembering something. "Do something about this," he says almost dismissively as the hand freed from the back of her head moves down to give one of her breasts a brisk, rough squeeze through the fabric-and-metal enclosure still hiding them from his sight. When he is behind her - when he is looking down at the curve of her back and the way she shamelessly presents her backside before him, practically jutting in the air before him - he simply growls quietly. Then, balancing on one leg and then the other, he slips his boots off. However, the leggings stay on - for now, at least - as he pauses to really take in the sight of her before him, prostrated on that pedestal. Redouane's cool blue gaze drinks in all before him - every inch of that exposed, dusky-hued skin - and his wicked little smile grows. With one of his hands, he reaches out to grasp her ass once more, this time grabbing onto the cheek opposite the one he previously subjected to his attentions: no longer having to reach around her, he really presses down hard, taking full advantage of its delicious springiness. He nestles the thumb of that hand in between her cheeks, rubbing up and down along that hitherto-hidden vale. His other hand reaches out to trail fingertips up along her tightly-closed thighs, nails out lightly. "You present your ass so prominently, Leyli Shiman-Sekh," he says in a teasing purr. "Is this how you prefer your lovers take you, hmm? In the manner of eunuchs and catamites?"

With a swift movement Leyli slips the heavy jeweled rings over her neck and drops them to the floor, then unhooks her loose fitting top, which promptly falls from her chest with no further effort required. She then leans all the way down with her ass raised, folding her arms and resting her cheek atop them, presenting the underside of her full breasts if one was to peek around her legs. Her dark nipples harden and her shoulders tense as they rub against the cold marble. With a backwards glance she watches disappointingly when the trousers stay on, but throws her head up with a purr of approval from the indelicate treatment of her backside. "Mmm!.. Even now you mock me? Do you enjoy seeing me prostrated before you like a dog in heat? Very well, I accept it! Yes, take me like this, like a purchased whore!"

A small sound of approval comes out of Red's throat at both her ready compliance to his order and the way she offers herself up so shamelessly, and although he does not remove his trousers he does - after some adjustment - slide his length out from the confines of his underclothes, leaving that proud shaft, smooth-skinned and thick, jutting up and out from the unlaced breeches. The velvety-seeming tip, exposed by its own hardness, comes to just above his bellybutton, and it shifts to and fro slightly as he adjusts his position. He removes both his hands from her supple flesh then and rubs them together briskly, as if he was preparing for some particular feat. And then - and then his right hand snaps from its current position to strike across her preferred ass, his fingers fixed flat and stiff so that the blow stings like a paddle. He "hmph"s softly at the crack, rolling that striking hand by the wrist once it is withdrawn, as if he was somehow dissatisfied with his own work. "Answer the question, daughter of Sekh. Is that how you seduce your 'lovers' in order to convince them of your 'sincerity'? By letting them rut desperately in your shameless ass, like a common camp-boy?" He brings that same hand down again, but this time in a swift backhand - he follows through assertively on the motion, dragging it across the entire expanse of her backside.

With the gaze of a hawk she watches the erect member, instantly feeling a wetness between her thighs, squeezing and rubbing them together and leaving a small glimmer on her dark flesh. Her ass ripples after the first slap, leaving her in a state of complete stupor. She stares forward with disbelief while he readies for another strike, mumbling almost too quiet to hear. "You..you struck me!" The second smack reminds her of the interrogating question, which she stumbles over her words to answer after a loud yelp. "Wha...N- no!" With a turn of her head she begins to mouth a demand to stop, but hesitates as she starts to feel an increasing chill between her legs, now shamefully wet from the abuse.

"Oh? Do you offer them those rich lips of yours, then? Or perhaps your plump tits? A man's prick would fit quite nicely between them, I'd imagine." He subjects her ass to yet more indignation, this time an open-palmed blow swung downward. The strike is hard enough to to felt through her entire hips, and the way he follows through by dragging his fingertips right across the area of impact only heightens what he has done. His voice is oddly playful as he interrogates her, almost casual in the way he interrogates her, but there is no denying the steely sternness that lays just beneath the surface. Nor can the way his eyes seem to spark each time his hand meets her ass, if she so happens to be looking in that direction. Perhaps she instead notices the faintly-visible twitching of his length, although whether it is from the way he puts himself into each blow or simply from cruel delight is impossible to tell from here. His left hand now reaches up between her legs, two fingers dragging over and against her growing moisture. He simply smiles slightly when he feels her wetness, and presses the fingers against her slightly harder. "I can't see you offering up your dripping slit to just any old seduced fool. Not with your concern about purity of bloodline, after all." He says all that in a tone suggesting almost academic curiosity, and then the hand comes again, this time from below - striking a flexible, whipcrack snap against the lush curves of her ass.

Her slit is hot to the touch, blood pumping from arousal like never before. Her arms straighten to shift her weight forward, taking the weight off her legs long enough to slide them apart as far as she can, enough to part her folds just so to show off a glistening, pink sex. Each slap is met with increasingly energetic cries of pain and shameful pleasure from this new humiliation. Her resistance to the questioning melts like hot wax. "Oh Gods! Yes, I suck them with my filthy mouth! I let them defile the flesh of my breasts with their seed! Aahh! By the time she finishes her sentence her legs are nearly shaking, and a dim red is appearing on each of her lush ass cheeks.

A hungry growl comes from Red's lips as she spreads her legs out, exposing herself needfully. And if the way his shaft seems to jut up just a little bit more ramrod-straight against his stomach, he definitely appears to be enjoying the way she yields so utterly beneath his hands. Ah, but he is not done yet - not by a long shot. His hand between her now-outstretched legs moves to cup those parted folds of hers, his palm pressing down in a firm squeeze against her sodden pink flesh. Those two fingers of his move further along, nestling at the apex of her folds; he rubs them against her strongly up there, his fingertips smooth and slightly slick from her arousal. His right hand pauses in its abuse to roughly grab one of those red-tinged cheeks of hers, his grip ungentle as he pulls the flesh aside to expose the tight knot of her rear entrance. He presses his thumb down against that as well, grinding in slow circles. "You love it, don't you? The way you can make men do whatever you want just by playing with their stiff cocks. Or is it the taste that you crave? The feel of it spilling down your throat? The heat as it splashes against your pureblooded flesh? My my, what would your Crown Prince think if he knew what kind of woman you are?" He steps closer to her as he says all this, leaning over her body on that pedestal. The tip of Red's length grazes lightly against one of her thighs as he does this, and he purrs heatedly in her ear.

"You offered this to me 'like a purchased whore,' Leyli Shiman-Sekh." He punctuates what *that* is by pressing his thumb on the ring of her ass a bit harder, but not quite hard enough to part its taut muscle. His voice is a smouldering whisper now, dripping unchecked desire. "There's no 'like' to it though, is there? You are a whore, letting men coat you with their spunk just so you can get whatever it is you want." And then that hand between her legs pulls back - just to briskly clap down against her sex, the motion short but no less sharp for the way his palm strikes against her lips.

Wetness clings to his hands as a glittering sheen with every touch to her dripping sex. Well beyond ready, she takes on a desperate, tortured tone as she pleads. "Cruel cruel cruel. You will not stop until you've shamed every last part of me, will you? Fine then, I am a whore that loves the taste of cock. And I love being treated like one!" She mauls her breasts and moans passionately at the cruel slap against her pussy. She twists around to view him directly as she adds. "No one has ever shamed me this way. I.. I want more!"

Red locks his gaze with hers and simply smiles oh so slightly, his eyes blazing with unchecked appetite as she debases herself beneath his hands. Looking straight at her, the hand on her ass draws back and delivers a particularly jarring blow, his hand splayed out to maximize the area of impact. His entire shoulder is wound into the motion, and still he simply looks straight at her with that expression that mixes calm poise and shameless, shameless lust. His other hand against her pussy is simply rubbing in slow circles at this point, an utter counterpoint to the violence inflicted on her backside. "Very well, Leyli Shiman, proud daughter of the House of Sekh. I will treat you as you deserve. Now, am I to treat you as a whore? Or a slut?" He punctuates 'slut' with a vertical strike from his fingers right down the middle of her springy, heart-shaped rear, which is briskly followed by a reversal of the same strike, lashing out like a cane at her more-than-ample curves from below. "A whore spreads her holes because she wants me to write such a lovely little letter back to the Emperor saying what a pliant fuck-slave you'll be for whatever Imperial cock lines up at her gate. A slut, on the other hand, does it because she's dripping all over this marble pedestal and she wants more. So what is it?" The cool poise in his tone is starting to audibly crumble: a growling tremble is painfully obvious.

Clenches her fingers and scrunches her face into a wince, the sting of her poor rear starting to overwhelm her senses. Her toes curl while the muscles holding her ass tight relax submissively. She turns her head back once more with a begging expression. "Yes.. Yes I'm a slut! Please.. shove your cock into me and punish me like I deserve!" To prove her point, she rests her head on the marble and reaches both hands to shamelessly spread her ass wide, opening both holes, leaving them begging to be penetrated.

There is a drawn-out exhalation of breath from that aristocrat's frame, and he simply shrugs his open tunic off with a roll of his shoulders and some quick wriggling of his arms. His eyes are locked on the woman before him: desperately stretching herself out before him, demanding he hilt himself inside her, begging for more pleasure and debasement. His erection is greedily throbbing against him, and he can feel the glistening pre-come that has dribbled across his glans. "Very well," he says, making no pretence of calm control at this point. He sounds nearly as hungry as her and his hands go to her generous hips, pulling her entire body closer to the edge of that marble dais she is upon. Redouane leans over her again once more, his body pressing against the curve of her back, his own heat palpable. One of his hands goes down to the base of his shaft, which he grabs firmly before brushing that length of velvety hardness against her. First he grazes between her folds, and next he is brushing it between the cheeks of her ass - he teases her like that, subjecting both her proffered orifices to the hint of attention. "Since you're such a good slut, I'll give you the punishment you want." He all-but-snarls that in her ear as his cockhead is pressed against the tight ring of her ass - the feel surprisingly slippery from his own fluids. And then, with a grunt, his hips push forward.

Leyli grips her own ass nearly as hard as her aggressor, her taut hole forced to spread wide to accommodate the large intruder, the resistance to the thrust nearly knocking her off the dais. An entirely new voice bursts from her throat, much higher pitch than her normal speech as she moans like a nubile whore. Readjusting her grip upward, she focuses her attention of spreading open her asshole to allow the domineering man to hilt her. "Oooh yes! I'll be a good slut for you. Punish my ass with your cock!"

"Gladly," Red grinds out through grit teeth, both his hands going back to her hips. He uses that leverage to pull her back towards him with all the strength his lithe form can muster, thrusting against her outstretched backside in short, piercing motions in an attempt to break through her ferocious clenching. He was expecting her to be damnably tight, and he knew that he hadn't prepared her nearly enough for this, and yet...he didn't anticipate this amount of resistance. And he certainly didn't expect her desperate, shameless reaction to it - that wanton moaning, so unlike everything from her purring throat this evening. He is stiff and oh-so-hot inside her gut, his length rigid as it uses what little lubrication it has to push forward, aided by Redouane's adoption of tightly-corkscrewed motions as he fights hard to fit every last inch of his straining cock inside the smothering confines of her hindquarters.

One of her hands abandons her ass and moves to her needy sex, circling several times over her clit before plunging a finger as deep into her entrance as she can manage. She tries to relax her ass enough to allow the cock to easily slip in and out of her, but tinges of pain from the rough penetration periodically force her tighten up. She lets out a long whine from the relentless fucking that's rhythmically interrupted as the air is forced out of her with each thrust. To distract herself, she starts pistoning her finger in and out of her dripping sex as she calls out longingly. "Redouane! Nng.."

As Leyli begins to relax beneath him, Redouane takes advantage of the situation and strives to push even deeper into her depths, his seemingly-delicate fingers clawing at her dark hips with almost bruising force. Rather than simply arch over her, his entire body practically presses down atop her, moulding to her curves as his stern grip and the unstinting force with which way he drills his cock into her backside continues. "Leyli," he growls, and then he bites down on one of her shoulders from behind. At the same time he grinds his hips against her fully-penetrated ass, his swollen shaft shifting around within her, stretching her out yet more. The occasional fierce thrust is woven into that circular grinding, and one of his hands moves away from her hip to rake up her side, slipping under her to cusp one of her generous breasts in a firm grasp.

Now that she's hilted, Leyli's ass starts to accept the thrusts more willingly, producing the sound of skin slapping skin as he slams down onto her. She circles and thrusts into her pussy with her finger in matching motions to the cock inside the other hole. Feeling herself nearing a climax, she roughly forces in a second finger, her sopping wet folds pliantly stretching to accommodate it. Face pressed firmly into the cold surface of the dais, she requests timidly. "Please come inside me. Fill this slut with your seed!"

A laugh rumbles out of his chest as he shifts his weight atop her, releasing that bite on her shoulder and instead flicking his tongue over the tooth-marked pattern he has left on her. "Y-yeaheah?" he challenges with a faintly quivering voice, his breast-cradling hand giving her bust a firm squeeze as thumb and index finger pin her swollen nipple between them. He rolls those two fingers a bit, almost as if he is mimicking the way he rolls his hips against her now: with her resistance broken down now, he's able to move to a more regular pace of thrusting, although he still opts for fierce, long-stroke piston motions that leave her backside quivering from the force of each hilted impact against her. Even like this, the friction is exquisite, and he cannot deny that her timorous plea is beyond alluring. So he simply revels in the sensations: the nigh-suffocating tightness of her taut ring clenching in around the base of his shaft, opening up into the comfortably snug heat of her ass. The feel of her tawny skin as his body slides against hers with each rocking motion of his hips. Her moans; the desperation of her voice. The obscene squelching of her fingers and his cock alike, slipping into their respective holes. He speeds up with each passing stroke, redoubling his efforts, spearing into her backside, fighting for a few more moments of this...

Her voice goes silent while her mouth hangs open in an 'O' for an extended period. Revelling in her anal punishment and the attention to her breast. Her fingers pick up the paste, suddenly brutalizing her sopping cunt and amplifying the obscene wet noises until an orgasm bursts, rocking through her body and causing her leg muscles to spasm and her ass to tighten intensely for a moment. Her previously frozen voice fills the courtyard with a melodic moan, an high pitched, innocent sound unfitting for a slut who moments ago was begging for her ass to be filled with sperm.

In retrospect, Red wouldn't know whether it was her downright beautiful moan of ecstasy or the way she clamped down like a vise around him that finally broke his resistance. Something about that moan of hers lances straight through him, sundering all the pretense and poise he has. And so he simply groans himself, his smooth voice thick with desire, as one hand of his pinches down roughly on her vulnerable nipple while the other practically lunges to grab a fistful of her hair from behind. Her silky locks, dark and lustrous, feel wonderful between his fingers - and all the same he uses that grip to sharply jerk her head back, as if he could pull her entire body back against him like that. Red thrusts fiercely into her ass now, trying to break through her ironclad tightness as she clamps down in the throes of release and it is in doing that that he finally undoes himself.

Rocking back and forth roughly in her rear passage, overwhelmed by friction and tightness and the dulcet sound of her climax, his length throbs tangibly within her gut and jerks sharply against her inner walls as the first spurt of his hot seed gushes out into her bowels. He's grinding his teeth so hard that he almost fears they will crack, but still he cannot entirely smother that long, desperate moan of his as more and more of his cum joins that initial burst: still thrusting and bucking hard against her luscious curves more of his sticky white heat gouts from his testes into her backside, easing each subsequent pump which seems to squeeze yet more out of him. His entire body is trembling violently, but still he fills her like this, coating her innards with his mark.

 Leyli's face points up at the sky with a look of complete bliss as her head is yanked backwards. Her voice squeaks in quiet bursts of delight as she feels the warm liquid painting her insides white. She slips her fingers out of her quivering sex, relaxing her muscles and simply allows Redouane to manhandle her for the duration of his climax. Her entire body seems to melt with the exclusion of her asshole, which still maintains its vice-like grip on the wonderfully thick cock inside of it. That cock soon becomes her support as her knees weaken and sag, keeping her ass suspended as fully impales rear.

It feels like a delicious eternity as Red's fierce climax shifts from its initial ferocious thrusting and thick gouts of his semen, to short, jagged pumps that seemed to squeeze out little spurts with each inch of movement, to, finally, slow rocking motions as nothing more remains to be released inside her. He makes choked moans and groans the entire time, pushing himself - and his oversensitive cock, trapped inside such a delicious prison - to the limits of his endurance. When he is finally done - when he is reduced to rocking against her pliant backside in an almost leisurely fashion, incapable of anything more lest the sensation go past delight and straight into the realm of discomfort - he simply lets out a long sigh and slumps down against her, panting quietly, his shaft still semi-rigid inside the confines of her clenched passage. He lets go of her hair and instead trails his fingertips across the nape of her neck, purring quietly as he does.

Resting a moment with deep breaths and eyes closed, she enjoys the feeling of flesh against bare flesh, letting her legs slump to the ground and her breasts and belly pressed against the dais. A moment later she opens her eyes, her coy grin and snide tone of voice returning as if it had never left. "Well now. It seems you quite enjoyed ravishing your little whore queen quite a lot." She wipes saliva from her lips and begins fixing up her hair, tiding and dignifying her appearance despite the fact a man is still straddling her and a half-erect cock is still in her ass.

For what it's worth, that man does not seem terribly keen on changing his position relative to her: as she slumps down against the marble he moves with her, ensuring that he remains well-hilted in her backside all the while. But he does let out a little laugh at her complete about-face, the rolling chuckle of his mirth all-too-audible from his position behind her. He then dips and gives one of her ears a brisk bite, flicking at it with the tip of his tongue while he does. "Mmh, and it would appear that said "little whore queen" herself quite enjoyed being defiled and denigrated like the cheapest two-bit camp follower, wouldn't it?" One of his hands moves down to her crotch and quite playfully brushes against her clit, the motion teasingly pointed. "I've never seen anybody enjoy a cock in their ass so much, you delightful little slut. And certainly not so roughly. Mmmh, now..." With that, Red runs his hands up and down her soft sides, moving around to her midsection in slow rubbing motions. "I don't suppose you still have any servants still about, hmm?"

Purring at the attention, Leyli shifts her body in a sensual S motion, rubbing her bare skin against the man atop her. She gasps when he plays with her sensitive clit, moving her arms to push meekly against the marble trying to escape. She adds with a giggle. "Aha! Is this your plan now, to keep me pinned here and torture me until I spill more of my secrets?" With a snide grin she turns her head toward the home complex and shouts. "Shanti! You may come out now, and bring a change of clothing and a wash cloth."

"A change of clothing?" Redouane's amused voice takes on a faintly incredulous edge, and then he simply "tsk"s into her ear, an echo of a laugh in his throat. "Rather presumptuous, don't you think? I have every intention of keeping you pinned like this for the moment, yes." He punctuates that by rolling his hips against her a bit more firmly, shifting and sliding his partial hardness within her backside. The motion is surprisingly easy now, but the friction is still so very slick, hot, and delicious. He makes a muted "mh~" as he does that, and then one of his hands cusps her folds while another one grips a breast. Like so he aims to pulls her back up again, dragging her upright through the combined efforts of his shaft still within her and those two hands, before he presses his body against hers in an attempt to bend her over the plinth. Another bite to her ear, incisors grazing perilously. "Until I'm satisfied, Leyli. Mmh, now, I believe there are a few other things your servant should bring..."

A forceful wiggle of her rear tests the hardness of his length, coating the member in its own fluids. The mans maneuvering is met with compliance and she bends over eagerly, crooking a finger against her mouth and biting her lower lip with a feminine smile. "Oh my! What stamina..." She squirms her lower back and clenches the taught muscles of her ass, relishing the warmth of the liquid inside her. "You've filled me up so well, can there really be any left?" Her tone is now rather patronizing, taking advantage of his exhausted state. "If there is something you require, name it. Your wish is my command."

Leyli's writhing and maneuvering against Redouane - never mind her clenching - draws another soft murmur out of him, and he responds by pumping his hips against her once, the motion far more forceful and vigorous than his currently spent state would suggest. Or...perhaps not quite so spent, if the way his length is moving within her is any indication. The fabric of his leggings scrapes against the pliant, reddened skin of her backside, and his hands do not move from their current positions just yet: they simply squeeze down firmly on where they are, subjecting bust and crotch alike to ungentle pressure. "For you, I'm sure I can spare at least some more," purrs the negotiator from atop her. "Now, some more wine, for one. You knocked what we had over, after all." His tone is heatedly teasing and only faintly accusing as he says that, and he rocks his lower back against her once more, sliding easily for a few motions within her well-fucked ass before stopping once more. "And I'm sure a woman like you has no shortage of...implements to satisfy her appetites on lonely nights. Don't you?" His hand on her breast lets go to bind some of her just-recently-reordered hair in its grip, and he tugs her head up by it, pulling her face towards her oh so slightly as he does. "So have your servant bring a selection of those as well." And then his mouth is upon her outstretched neck, lips hot and supple against that delicate skin.

Leyli shudders against the vigorous thrust, and winces with a vocal peep in response to the stinging flesh of her rear. The negotiators hands start to feel a building heat between her legs, with both nipples of her plump breasts remaining firm. Her tongue laps at her lips as her head is again forced upward, mouth agape. "Shanti! Forget the clothes, bring cups and wine, and also my 'toys'." Lowering her tone she continues. "You are a bold man. Had you done to me in Memphis, they would have fed your head to the crocodiles. Do you treat all your 'conquests' with such abuse?"

 Moments later, a young girl - though not much younger than Leyli - wearing a veil enters the courtyard and refills the wine, then discreetly unrolls a bundle of cloth containing an assortment of pleasure devices including plugs, rings, and phallic shaped implements.

A silvery laugh rolls out of Redouane's mouth as the woman beneath him tells him of the harsh treatments that would have befallen him during better times. He gives her hair another sharp jerk and uses this opportunity to bite down against the dusky skin of her neck, that laugh turning into a soft growl as his teeth leave their mark. When he pulls back his mouth, he "heh"s dismissively, and really presses the weight of hips down against her ass. With her bent over the pedestal, he strives to sink deep into her like that, slowly gearing back into a pattern of slow, rocking movements, his arousal tangibly growing by degrees within her. "If I was not a bold man, o Daughter of Sekh, I would not be in a position to do this in the first place, now would I?" And then his voice drops into a heated whisper, meant just for her as Leyli's servant appears. "And should you ever find yourself in Memphis again, you'll beg me to do all this and more, you little slut." He rolls that hand over her crotch against her heated lips, pressing down a little harder, shifting back slightly so that a finger can get purchase between her folds. When the toys are unfolded, Red subjects Leyli to a particularly hard thrust into her ass, and then he turns his eyes to the selection before him, "hmm"ing quietly. He spares a small nod of acknowledgement for the other girl.

The servant girl shoots Leyli a look of concern, but is given a placating look and a dismissive wave, and leaves the two of them alone without a word. A pleasured pant is all the response she gives to being bitten and jerked around by her hair, savoring every detail of the rough attention. The folds of her sex part complaisantly to his fingers, still soaking wet and sensitive from her orgasm. "Oh yes, you would surely have me begging for your cock like a hopeless addict to a fine opiate." There is a duality in her speech, part admission and part chastising, almost toying with her punisher.

"I already did," grins Red as he lets go of her hair to run that hand over her face, his fingertips brushing along the contours of her mouth. "Don't tell me you've forgotten so soon." He punctuates that statement by sliding nearly the entirety of his swollen, overstimulated shaft out of the confines of her backside - the slurping sound it makes as he pulls backward like that is truly lewd. And, with only his glans still buried behind the still-supple ring of her sphincter, his hips drive forward and down hard, hilting the entirety of him in a single unstinting drive. He grunts sharply as he bottoms out in her, and moves against that well-penetrated hole with a grinding motion. "As for your earlier question, no, milady Shiman-Sekh, I do not treat all my 'conquests' with such abuse. Only the ones that are real conquests." A soft laugh, far too pure and good-natured a sound for a man that is currently abusing her so. He spares no time in adding a second finger to his first, and he curls them into her, scraping against the wet walls before them. His attention goes back to the toys available, searching for something of comparable girth to himself...

Leyli opens wide and assists the fingers in exploring every bit of her damp lips, swaying her head gently until hot breath bursts from her mouth in a groan of pleasure. Her well-lubricated ass allows the shaft to slide in fluidly, and the motion causes the inner walls of her sex to clench against his fingers. "I haven't forgotten. Are you going to make me beg for more this moment? Or will you get along fine without such barbaric sadism?" A smooth and polished wooden plug is among the arranged instruments, with its triangular shape a degree thicker than Redouane's engorged member, looking pristine and unused, as well as several smaller phallic shapes.

 "Listen to you, pretending that you don't enjoy it. Ah, but that poise is part of what makes it so very fun." Red slips his fingers out of her sex in a quick twisting motion, rough and agile, so that his hand is free to deliver a brisk, curving swat against her luscious - and well-worked - backside. The hand returns to its place between her thighs just as fast, practically plunging back into her, scraping along the underside of her clitoris in the process. He slips a finger into her mouth and presses it down against her tongue, slowly rubbling that supple muscle of hers as his cock continues its holding pattern of slow, circular grinding, his hips pressed hard against her splayed-out rear. "Quite a selection, Leyli," he adds while nodding to the implements. "Just what I'd expect from such a wanton woman. Does your servant girl help you in their use?" He slips his hand away from her mouth then, a thin trail of saliva clinging to the finger in the process.

"Haha-AH! She responds with first a laugh, turning abruptly into a cry of pain as her muscles twitch with the swat to her sensitive ass. Like a musical counter-point, she then falls into a low murmur - a wordless sound of pleasure, letting her tongue loll out of her mouth to allow it to be fondled freely. Her tiny clit send a buzz of pleasure up her spine, and she responds by closing her lips around the invading fingers and suckling them like salty fruit. Her tongue lolls out once more as if chasing his fingers as he pulls them out, lapping at the strand of saliva connecting them to her lips. She pushes upward in testing motions , trying to encourage him to continue thrusting into her as she speaks. "Shanti is good and loyal. You will find her a greater challenge to corrupt with your devious wiles." She responds with a vaguely challenging tone.

“The surest way to corrupt the loyal is to subvert those they are loyal to," Red says with frankly surprising coolness, considering the way he responds to her little bucking motions with a string of hard pumps, his reinvigorated cock practically pounding her hips and ass down into the dais they are bent over. The last of those furious responses draws a particularly strangled little growl out from his pouty lips, and that hand by her face moves away - almost regretfully, it seems - over to the toys. He snatches up that wooden plug that had caught his eye before, and he brings it up to his eye level so that he can inspect it. He makes faint inquisitive noises while rocking into her ass, little short thrusts made so very simple by her lengthy breaking-in and the combined slickness of her sweat and his seed, and then his fingers still inside her press down against her g-spot with more force, rubbing sharply against that bundle of nerves. Then he slides those out of her as well, bringing that hand up to her backside. It grips the curve of one of her cheeks firmly, fingers easily sinking into that meaty cushion, and then pulls it aside, revealing her outstretched ring. Only then does Red begin to pull himself out of her thoroughly-fucked gut, the movement creating truly depraved slurping sounds.

The slick rod pumping her ass fills her with perverted glee, taking it with a string of "Oh yes yes yes yes!" Her legs twitch with a jiggle of her cushiony flesh, and her voice raises in pitch once more with a sharp moan from the treatment of her spot. She shifts her lithe shoulders around to look back at her tormentor, the sudden feeling of emptiness filling her with a greedy lust. "Don't stop." She commands with a regal authority comical for someone in her position.

The head of the man's cock is already halfway past her sphincter by the time she makes that imperious demand, but, miracle of miracles, he does actually pause - exactly as he is, one hand exposing her thoroughly-fucked hole splattered with traces of their mixed fluids, the other holding that wooden plug, and his needfully swollen shaft just barely still inside her. "Oh?" grins Red from his current position, his sharp eyes faintly glazed from stimulation. "Are you saying you haven't had enough of my stiff cock in your greedy ass, oh Leyli Shiman, proud daughter of the house of Sekh?" He rolls his hips oh so slightly, forcing her clenched muscles to dilate slightly in order to accept him back in - and then he pulls back again just as much. "You want more?"

Leyli squirms with a frustrated, tight-lipped groan, lamenting her unattended pussy and the loss of so many inches of girth filling her ass. A droplet of her juices runs along her puffy folds and she shivers with chill as the air flows against her wetness. "Oh, look what you've done. You've gotten me all hot again and now you tease? You wouldn't be so cruel as to deny me after doing such a thing, would you?" Her expression is pouty and snide, barely hiding a manipulative grin.

Fingers bite harder into her fleshy hindquarters, almost certain to leave a mark - but he does no more beyond oh-so-slightly slide his slick, velvety glans back and forth against the clenching ring of her rear entrance, teasing that supple band of musculature and the nerve endings therein. He meets her eyes with his own and even in his slightly unfocused state, he matches her borderline-sneer with a faint smirk of his own. "I most certainly could be, yes," he responds, completely disregarding the hungry throbbing in his shaft or the way his entire body urges him to simply pin her back down and hilt her as commandingly as he can. But ah, discipline, discipline - desperate discipline, striving to suppress the little twitches or shivers running through his slender frame as he stares her down. "All I have to do is just pull back a little bit more..." - except, as he does this, he wriggles his cockhead back into her passage an inch or two, reminding her of the sensation. Then he slides back, flared ridge of his glans scraping against her inner walls as he does. Back to where he started, right on the razor's edge. And despite the undeniable lust burning behind his eyes, his gaze is so very steady on hers...

Accepting the challenge with determination, she continues the locked gaze between them. It takes no small effort to resist the desperate desire to thrust her ass against him, but she is committed to seeing this battle of willpower through. With a display of flexibility she lifts a hip and arches her back upward, creating a small pathway underneath her belly which she slides her arm through, giving one of her dainty hands access to her dripping sex. A delicate finger traces the outline of her folds. She responds to his taunts with a cruel, lusty tone. "Oh.. Would you rather watch me tend to myself? But your cock is still so hard. And.. do I feel it twitching?" To test her point, she wiggles her ass against the tip of his shaft. "Would you also deny it its satisfaction, just to punish me?"

The plug is placed down on the marble dais beside her, his eyes unflinching. Is there a way to interpret that slight curl of his lips as anything other than his acknowledgement of her daring? "My my, just listen to you." He does his best to mask the way he has to grind his teeth together as she moves so teasingly against him, his cockhead only slightly ensnared by ass at this point. But indeed, there is no concealing the way it twitches and shivers slightly, as much from the transition from the heat of her well-fucked gut to the air outside - cold against his shaft, slick and shining from their liquids, no matter how warm that afternoon is.

"You can tend to yourself all you want, Lady Shiman-Sekh. After all, do we not have a selection of your implements right here?" He breaks off his deadlocked staring contest with her to openly gaze at the way she moves her finger over her pussy, his expression still some measure of sensually playful inscrutability. Ah, but there's nothing inscrutable about his voice: all lusty whisper, practically drowning in the implication of debauch. "But what is that compared to me, hmm?" A side-to-side roll of his hips, sinking past her rear entrance to fully bury his glans inside, rubbing wetly against that most sensitive ring of muscles. "You know it's no comparison to the way I fucked that greedy ass of yours and pumped it full of my cum. You can still feel it in there, can't you?" He withdraws again, slipping almost-out. "All you have to admit is your shamelessly slutty desire, Leyli, and you'll get more." And then, quieter, but sharper: "And yes, you gorgeous little serpent, I will deny myself if it reminds you of your proper place."

Careful scrutiny is given to his words, desperately seeking for a hint of a bluff. She furrows her brow and glances to and fro, weighing the pros and cons between her growing need to be fucked, and the cynical satisfaction of continuing this game, until she finally slides her hand away from her pussy and brings it to meet the other at her face, tasting herself with a lick to her finger. An indignant "Hmph!" announces her submission, followed by an exaggerated plea. "Fine! I am your shameless slut then. Show me my proper place as one who can't resist having her ass filled with cum."

"Now now, is that any way to ask for a boon? Surely you were raised with more manners than that, Leyli Shiman." Redouane can plainly recognize her admission of surrender, but ah, how facetiously she phrases it, how belligerently she yields! And so he fights down the way his erection tangibly surges at her words, just as he struggles to beat down the urge to simply give up this game and fuck her well-worn rear with all the ferocity and desperation he can muster. And at this point, he could probably muster a great deal indeed. But no, he pushes for more concessions; more compliance. He grips her hip hard, but makes just the slightest motion of withdrawal. "If you can't even petition correctly, then perhaps the only thing your forked tongue is good for is licking my hard prick clean."

She licks her lips at the though of tasting his cock, denied the privilege earlier when he instead chose to use her ass unlubricated. With a frustrated growl she drops her guard, sulking and resting the urge to complain further, before finally giving in with. "I apologize. I will please you as a slut should, I beg you use my body however you wish."

"Ah, but that's better. More what I would expect from a daughter of pureblooded Egyptian nobility," says that dissolute Byzantine with a maddening mix of genuine praise and sneering chastisement. One hand of his reaches around her to place a single finger across her lips, as if he was "shh"ing her gently. Then, with every ounce of strength he can put into his hips and lower back, Red positively slams his thick phallus into her long-teased ass, pinning her hard against the cool marble beneath her. The smack of his relentless hilting rings through the air, and he follows by roughly grinding his shaft into the very depths of her backside, giving her sharply, staccato thrusts from rolling hip motions and arching backs. He growls as he does this, his teeth clenched, but it almost feels as if he is holding back somehow...

Leyli lets out a euphoric cry that melds together with the obscene sound of her posh Egyptian rump being railed. She lifts her rear as he pulls out of her to provide a perfect angle to slam her back down, and before long she is sweating and panting lewdly. Small hands grip the edge of the pedestal tightly to steady herself. The brutal treatment of her overworked ass is painful, but she overlooks it completely and simply relishes in her aggressors dominance.

"Greedy little Gyppo tramp," snarls Red as he bends over her, bucking savagely against her backside while he corkscrews his turgid shaft into her as deeply as he can. "With a shameless slut ass desperate to be - nnngh! - fucked hard!" His breathing is heavy, and his voice is snarled with a kind of fierce tension that Leyli has yet to hear from him. One of his hands reaches over blindly to that selection of toys, fumbling around amongst the selection, working by touch alone; the other clamps down on her left shoulder so hard that bruising of her delicate skin is inevitable. The way he moves within her rear is not quite as wild as that first thrust, but his little jackhammer pistoning movements are stretching out into longer and longer motions; if he has any intention of treating her delicately at this point, it's certainly not coming across in the tempo of his assfucking. His right hand finally seizes upon one of Leyli's "implements" - one of the larger ones, it would seem - and, half-withdrawing from her, he brings it in between her splayed-out thighs, pressing the head of it hard against the entrance of her sex. When he curves his back into another bone-jarring hilting of her backside, he shoves that toy in as well, scarcely any gentler.

The thick black eyeliner begins to smear with the blue shadow around her eyes as they mix with sweat from her forehead and the blissful glistening teardrops forming in each corner. With both her holes now being penetrated, her spirit ignites with passion, fully embracing her submission, nearly climaxing in that instant, but resists, wanting to draw out her pleasure as long as possible. Her words are thrown hastily together in between desperate moans. "Yes that's it! Use me like a cheap toy! Fuck my dirty little holes and put me in my place!"

"You're mine," escapes him in his frenzy, his words wrapped up in a heated madness spurred on by this woman beneath him. He doesn't even seem to fully recognize what he is saying, so caught-up in that wild flurry of motion he has throwing himself into: shoving her down against the dais with hand and hip alike, each frenetic pump into her overfull hindquarters sliding and pulling her along its marble surface. Whenever she slips too far away from him he uses that grip on her shoulder to pull her back, synching it each time with a forward drive of untoward, flesh-bruising force. All the while he forces that toy into her pussy deep, circling it around wildly against her inner folds; only for brief moments does he leave it sheathed in her so that he may shift his grip, moving his hand around in front and underneath her, rather than working from behind. With his movements no longer impeding each other, he finds the presence of mind in his reckless furor to roughly synch his attacks on her ass and sex alike: breakneck thrusts followed by broad rotations with the respective shafts buried deep inside, stretching her out as much as he can. "MINE," again, between nigh-bestial snarls.

Slick with sweat and sliding around like a doll across the warmed marble, Leyli hooks her arms under her knees, bringing her flexible legs up to her sides to provide uncontested access to both her holes. Her battered body shudders with a second orgasm with her ass and pussy both in violent spasms. She lowers her chin down in exhaustion and shows no sign of protest as her body is bruised and ravaged. Her voice starts to grow weaker, completely devoid of any subtle deception or testiness as she moans. "Yes! Oh yes you fuck me so good!"

If that borderline-berserk Byzantine atop Leyli notices her orgasms, he makes no show of it: more tightness to be fucked through, his cock hard, swollen, and increasingly desperate. The grip on her shoulder releases so that it can whip back to crack down hard on one of the thoroughly-abused cheeks of her ass, swinging in from the side in a graceless open-palmed motion. And then again, harder than before, and every bet as inarticulate, in time with a ferocious hip-thrust that borders on an outright full-body lunge. And then it's back up to her shoulders, except now grabbing her hair right by the top of her scalp; he tugs violently in time with a hard movement of the toy buried in her dripping sex that blossoms into a fierce corkscrew right at the end. Sweat pours down his body and drips onto her back, but still he hammers away at her gracelessly with cock and dildo alike: more, more, always wanting more.

Leyli grits her teeth and pulls her knees further, maintaining a position resembling a human cocksleeve and makes no effort to dissuade her berserker from continuing. Her neck muscles lax, leaving her head painfully supported by that fiendish grip on her hair. Her girlish squeak of a moan continues regularly despite being well passed the point of physical pleasure - with her hypersensitive pussy overstimulated and her ass thoroughly pummelled - a masochistic fulfillment keeps her begging for more. "Unng..Yes! Make me your plaything, you savage beast!"

There is no vocal recognition of her demand from Redouane, and even his eyes are shut tight now; his pretty, finely-cast face snarled up in a rictus grin of reckless abandon. The bands and rings in his hair are tinkling and jangling like wind chimes as they strike one another in the midst of his frenetic movements; his braids, so carefully tended-to, fling to-and-fro. Every bit of awareness in him seems to have narrowed down to that rampant shaft between his legs, red and swollen from need and friction alike, and completely glazed by the fluids coating the inside of Leyli's battered asshole. The cruel jerks and yanks at her silken locks are purely reflexive motions by now, as is the way he drives that phallus into her pussy, pressing it hard against her pelvic floor. All he can think of is the way her ass feels around him, tight and hot, slippery and suffocating, and - above all - completely and thoroughly fucked.

Finally he simply snaps, growling like a wild animal; his hands and hips move frantically against her, like a sprinter reaching the end of the line. And then the white heat within her, so thick and hot, splattering across the inside of her gut with each unrestrained pump, mixing in with his previous release and leaving her overfull. Unlike the last orgasm of his, Red seems to simply grind to a halt when he comes this time - his hand falls away from the phallus in her pussy, leaving it buried deep inside her. His length is hilted even deeper inside her, pressed as far in as his not-inconsiderable length and his complete and utter moulding to the curve of Leyli's backside will allow; it spasms and jerks wildly within her backside, flooding like an uncorked bottle. From Red, there are only strangled little groans as he comes and comes, seemingly even more than the first. And then he practically collapses atop her, panting furiously and drenched with sweat.

She straddles the edges of the dais with her legs as a third orgasm breaks her, seeming to come from nowhere. The hot seed filling her once more sends a rush of mental euphoria that washes away all her physical discomfort. After he's released his load she goes limp - arms falling toward the floor and her legs stuck straddled on marble behind the knees. The makeup around her eyes have blended and dripped downward, and her hair is a dishevelled mess. The dark skinned beauty rests underneath the wild man frozen in place, feeling his sweaty body oppressing the skin of her back. The grand fucking has left her completely speechless, and awaits her vicious lover to release her from her humiliating position.

For long minutes Redouane remains collapsed atop Leyli, the only sound he makes the desperate heaving of his lungs as he struggles to get enough air back in his system. He keeps her pinned down against their little altar to debauchery, skin against skin, still sheathed inside her: and, perhaps distressingly, he seems every bit as hard as he was before. Although every other bit of him seems to have been utterly wiped out by that last violent orgasm, it would appear that his thick, hard-fucking length did not get the same message. Still, for the moment, it does nothing untoward: it remains buried in its place, practically swimming in his own cum. Finally he lets out a soft moan, thick with exhaustion; his gasping and panting settles down to mere heavy breathing. He pulls himself off her then, first his torso from her back and finally his hips from her upturned and battered backside; he slides his still-rigid shaft out of her overfucked sphincter with a sodden slurping. A wet pop echoes through the air as he pulls the tip of his shaft through that quivering ring of muscle, and he simply groans quietly, one hand going to her hips to arch her ass up into the air slightly. "Y-you," he finally manages, his voice ragged.

The position of her ass keeps most of the thick fluid inside her, but a twist of motion forces a small stream of white cum flowing from her ass down to her pussy, coating it with its stickiness before moving on down her leg. She remains mostly in her current position, his exhausted hand on her hip enough of a signal to keep her still, but twists her body to get a full view of his tight body and rigid erection. She gives a brief look of concern, but only gets as far as. "Are you..?" before holding her tongue, giving him a quizzical look, astonished that he is still so firmly erect after such an ordeal.

"You're...hahhh...too much," Red manages between long breaths. He has a plainly dazed expression on his face; his eyes seem unable to fully focus on anything. "So...Throne-damned wound up..." His hand on her hip is surprisingly gentle, especially in comparison to the prior ordeal; his fingertips brush over her dusky skin lightly, as if in consideration for all the abuse and injury he had inflicted upon her. And then he kneels down to fetch something up off the ground: that wooden plug, which had been knocked off the plinth during the frenzied dying moments of the last climax. The diplomat rolls it around in his hand a bit, looking it over - and then he moves it to her completely broken-in ass, pushing it past her slick, cum-coated entry with surprising ease. He corkscrews it in slightly, then gives her a rather weak slap right across her cheeks. It is barely anything compared to prior blows, but the majority of the force is directed at the implement settled within her ring; with that smack, he drives it in. Although he still looks completely exhausted, a faint smile - is it of satisfaction? - crosses his face as he does this.

With the plug thoroughly stuck in her ass, she winces from the slap then turns herself about, sitting up on her butt at first, but deciding lying flat on her back is less uncomfortable when her raw cheeks touch the marble. She lingers there a moment with legs spread, getting used to feeling of the new toy inside her. She lifts a knee all the way up to her shoulder and gazes downward at her own abused body, peeking a the tip of the toy visible below her sex, giving it a small prod with her fingers. A glance up at Redouane reveals a tinge of honest embarrassment, the first sign of actual shame she's shown thus far, having never been so thoroughly 'claimed' in this manner.

"I think...I think we'll leave that in there for a while," half-mumbles Red with a wisp of a grin, his voice seemingly a little bit stronger than it was before. And then his hazy sky-blue eyes move up and down the rest of her: despite all the excesses of the last while, it is the first time he has seen her stripped bare from the front like this. Up until now, it had entirely been her rear presented to him - a lovely sight, definitely, but there's something to be said for mixing it up as well, yes? And so, still grinning oh so faintly, he shamelessly lets his attention roam up and down her body, taking in every inch and detail of the sights before him. He brings one hand up to her face and brushes his hand across those ashamed cheeks, his touch still so very light. Tender, almost.

Following his eyes, she displays her body prominently. She watches his gaze travel up her legs to her thick, comfortable thighs, her dusky skin unblemished but for the bruised marks left over by his fingers. When he examines her bare pussy, she spreads her legs wide, ensuring a perfect view of her luscious folds. A petite waist leads to a flat belly, the tight, flexible muscle within hidden by a thing layer of cushion. Finally she leans up on her elbows to display her chest, her two cock-hungry tits hanging beautifully in symmetry.

Her manipulative impulse rages at his tender touch, but her intense experience of being fucked by this man conditions her against it. Instead she rocks her body into a sitting position, ignoring the pain in her rear as she presses against Redouane, drawing him in with her legs and legging his cock rest on her belly. She looks down at the slick phallus hungrily, then back up into the mans eyes with a lick of her lips, waiting for approval.

"A body truly built to lead men astray," murmurs the Byzantine with unabashed appreciation. Although there was no disputing his blatant arousal, his hardness seemed to jut just a little bit more upright as he took in the sight of Leyli's exquisite form - and presenting herself so boldly, no less. He does not oppose the way she wraps her legs around his waist, nor does he stop her as she pulls him in. He purrs quietly as his rigid shaft brushes against her taut stomach, and his hands go down to the waistband of his still-worn (and, by now, thoroughly-stained) breeches. He yanks them down sharply, loincloth with them, and lets them fall to his ankles. His shaft springs back up once it is free of its last remaining enclosures, and slaps against the outside of her sultry sex as it does. A soft chuckle comes from his mouth and he reaches down between her legs, fingers running against her wet heat: and then he dips them inside, grasping the phallus he had buried inside her during the last savage assfucking. He pulls it out slowly from the base, twirling it around slightly as he does, his eyes going to hers with some measure of their normal teasing authority.

She clutches her breasts and closes her eyes, letting out a staggered breath as he pulls the phallic object free from her clutching pussy. She reaches down and grabs at his cum-slicked cock playfully. His gaze is met with her own deep brown eyes as she lifts herself up to a near standing position, butt on the edge of the dais and with his cock pressed between them on her belly, a dainty grip still pulling against the base of his shaft. Speaking suggestively in a half whisper she adds, stating the obvious. "Your cock is filthy."

The diplomat casts that toy of hers aside quite nonchalantly, seemingly much more interested in the feel of her hands against him. He purrs quietly at her touch, so slick and smooth from the thick coating of his own seed. When Leyli speaks, he simply flashes her a slight grin, his heartbeat faintly palpable beneath her fingertips. "Isn't that what your mouth is for?"

"A slut's mouth." With a hot breath against his lips she slides down his front, occasionally brushing her lips against his chest and abs, until finally reaching her target, she gives the tip a brief lick and takes the head into her mouth, giving it a fierce, cleansing suck before swallowing. She lingers there a moment with an upward glance before releasing his cock from her greedy lips, lifting it up with her hand and going to work, licking in long laps from base to tip on the underside, then snaking around to the left and right with delicate body movements.

"As I said," he replies teasingly, making soft noises each time her lips brush against his chest. Those little purrs become quite a bit louder when her tongue flicks across the tip of his shaft, and when she engulfs its entire head to suckle it intently - well, that earns a less-than-chaste groan from Redouane's mouth, as well as a heated glance downward at her efforts. His eight-inch shaft is smooth, straight, and velvety-hard beneath her attentions, as if an iron rod was bound tightly by the supplest of silks. The faint bulge of veins can be discerned down at the very base where it juts out from a patch of close-cropped and well-trimmed black hair, and his balls hang down beneath, already appearing swollen and full. He growls and shivers at the feel of her lips and tongue, her attentions along the underside of his hardness earning particularly soft sighs. "Nnh, I can see how you can lure men into your wiles with a mouth like this, Leyli," he murmurs with playful praise down at her.

With a cupped hand she toys playfully with his balls as she continues cleaning, the taste of salty cum on her tongue like a sweet candy for this exotic harlot. Her long tongue twists and coils up to the top of his shaft effortlessly, soaking every drop of his delicious seed to be delivered down her wanton throat. Finished, she sucks against her lips to dry them, then drags them twice over across each side of the shaft, taking the moisture left from her saliva with her. She gives it a satisfied stroke with her hand to confirm its cleanliness before looking up with a proud smile. "You've seen nothing of what my mouth can do Lord Redouane." After which she releases his balls and shaft with a wet kiss on the tip - a thank you for its stalwart performance inside of her ass.

Leyli's continued cleaning efforts draw more pleased sounds out of "Lord Redouane," her obvious enthusiasm and devotion to her craft as deeply arousing to him as any amount of her deft, snaking tongue-work. His entire cock quivers faintly beneath her tongue as she slurps up his entire length like that, and the soft brush of her lips in that final cleaning drags a soft, trembling purr out of him. That wet kiss of hers causes his shaft to throb, delivering a faint trace of pre-come to her lips in the process; he chuckles breathily at her assertion. "Then show me," he utters, looking down at her with lusty eyes.

Smooth fingertips glide across the length of his shaft as Leyli looks up at Red with a flattering smile. In her current position, down on her knees in front of him, black and blue makeup drooping down her cheeks like teardrops, she truly looks the part of a well-fucked slut. The classy beads in her dishevelled hair and the gold bracelets and anklets are mere hints of status, with her lewd, abused, and naked body presenting a much different portrait. "I've never seen a man so insatiable. Are you certain?" Her grip tightens around his length, making her words seem less like a question and more of a tease.

"Any man that can't muster at least this degree of enthusiasm for a slut as delicious as you may as well join the castrati," grins the Byzantine diplomat before letting out a soft purr at the feel of her fingers against his rigid length. His voice is surprisingly steady given his state, and full of playful appetite. "So yes, Lady Shiman-Sekh, I am very much certain. What kind of poor messenger do you take me for to speak when I am unsure of the words I wish to say?" His rakish conduct and teasing confidence seems every body as healthy as his rigid length before her, at least. He reaches down one hand to stroke along the contours of her cheekbones, smearing some of her disarrayed makeup on his fingers as he does. It is a surprisingly gentle gesture, and completely at odds with the keen-eyed ardour with which he looks down at her. "If you're so unwilling, my dear, I could always subject your pretty little mouth to the same treatment as your cum-stuffed, slut-plugged backside, hmm?"

"Many a man has embarrassed themselves trying to go beyond their limits. You cannot fault a girl for doubting a claim of such mythic vigor. But I believe you." She lowers herself down an inch and pulls the lengthy cock down to gently brush against her lips as she speaks, her voice humming soft vibrations into the sensitive tip. "As for my mouth, you could rut against my throat like a mindless animal, but that would be such a waste. Don't you want to see how much your slut appreciates your cock?" With that she takes the tip into her mouth, locking her lips and pressing her warm tongue against it, all the while looking up with her dark eyes searchingly.

"M-mmh, that's exactly why I'm not fucking your gullet like it was just another taut hole," Red sighs softly in obvious satisfaction. "I - nnh - want to see for myself exactly what you are so - oooh - proud of here, after all. The doom of those before me, as it w-ah-ah-ah-were, mm?" Besides the occasional flicker as he makes one of those little vocalizations of enjoyment - both her humming and that liplock drawing notably louder ones - his own bright blue eyes remain very firmly focused on Leyli below him - the way she curls her lips around him, the way her hair moves as she shifts her head about oh so slightly. And, of course, those gorgeous brown eyes of hers, so dark and quietly taunting. He simply smiles down at her, approval mingled with his usual high-handedness; between her lips, his cock is heated, smooth, and showing absolutely no signs of exhaustion.

With a sultry pout she releases her hands, letting them flow upward along the taut skin of his chest while she sinks into him. As she does this her head moves with her, thick lips guiding the cock deeper into her mouth while her tongue slips underneath like a wet, slowly undulating bed. She continues to press on and on, lubricating the thick member thoroughly as it slides deeper. Reaching her throat sparks only a brief pause, before she forces her throat against it after a sensual inhale through her nose. The cock glides down her throat slowly and without comfortably. Her tongue wraps and and teases the juicy cock as it makes its way further. Before long it completely disappears inside her mouth, and her lips press against him in a deep kiss. With a single abrupt motion she slides backward, with a flow of saliva pouring out along with the engulfed cock, dripping down on her plump breasts, and another string of the liquid connecting the gleaming erection to her tongue, which lolls out of her mouth as she pants for air. One look from her deep eyes sends a wordless promise of pleasure as she looks up at him, enjoying his body with her eyes.

The Greek responds to her efforts in a variety of ways - a faint tensing of his torso's supple musculature as her hands run up it; a wispy curling of the lips as her mouth takes more and more of him in. A slight jerk of his hardness in her mouth as her tongue slides against its underside, followed by the way he oh-so-slightly curls and bites his bottom lip as she presses onward. An audible "mmmh~" as his velvety glans brushes against the back of her throat, matched by a particularly challenging glance from him - practically daring her to go further. And when she does, that's when a low groan rolls out of him, the sensation of her throat encircling his straining shaft causing a riot of sensations to run through him. His left hand goes to her head and grips the hair by her ear tightly, giving just the smallest of tugs as she completely engulfs him in that obscene approximation of a kiss. And then a long, muted sigh escapes him as she slips him right out again, leaving his cock slick and palpably twitching right in front of her face. "A...most promising start," concedes Red with no shortage of shameless hunger in his voice.

She leaves him with a predatory expression before turning her attention back downward. Greedy lips instantly engulf half of the twitching cock and her tongue violates every inch it can reach. Her hands reach around to his lower back, waving gently but deceptively, as her nails dig into the tight flesh in concert with a fierce suck, and a delighted moan as if innocently suckling a sweet candy. The pressure around the embraced cock is released after a moment, and she extends her long tongue to flick and lap at every exposed part of his cock openly and in view.

Leyli's brisk half-hilting of his shaft within her delicious mouth wrenches a pleasantly-surprised "nnh!" out of Red, followed by a rolling, wanton moan as her tongue intensifies its efforts over her flesh. His grip on her hair tightens tangibly but for the moment he seems content to leave it at that, his clenched knuckles brushing against the side of her head in an approximation of a tender, appreciative caress. His back arches lightly underneath her touch, curving his body towards the talented cocksucker so that more of his straining shaft is presented to her, and the feel of her sinking her nails in - that unanticipated little burst of pain, combined right with that expert application of hot, wet suction, causes him to involuntarily buck his hips against her sumptuous mouth. He lets out a throaty, lusty chuckle then, drenched in sweet desire; the sound mingles with her own moans. "N-nnnn-nghh-not bad at all, Leyli," he half-laughs and half-groans, exhaling audibly as she eases up on that maddeningly smothering pressure. But the feel of her far-roaming tongue soon has him sighing and shivering again, his cock pulsing hotly against her attentions.

Her hands reach up again groping at the muscles in his upper back, and her body goes with it, pressed tightly against him as she glides against him. She latches on the underside of the saliva-slicked cock with her tongue as she rises, pushing it upward until it finally slips off with another trail of gleaming lubricant spilling down her chin and between her breasts. Her wet lips streak across the stomach, stopping at the bellybutton with lewd kiss. As she rises the juicy cock slides against her chest, nestling against the comfy flesh of her sweat and spit soaked mounds. She releases the pose with on hand sliding around to his chest to tug cruelly at his nipple, with the other moving back to his waist with clutching intensity.

Red's lithe frame reflexively stiffens underneath her touch, the compact strength of his body apparent in the way his entire back draws taut like a drumskin. His pretty face is the scene of an almost nonstop smile by this point, growing just a little bit greater each time she presses her hands against him. The feel of Leyli's lush body sliding against his well-honed torso draws an almost languorous "mmmh~" out of the man, heating up to a soft "yesssss..." at the way she drags her tongue along his shaft until the last moment. His thoroughly-salivated cock slaps wetly against her tawny bust, his pale erection darkened by its own blood-gorged nature; a stark exercise in contrasts. And each brush of her lips and tongue earns its own response of a restrained moan here, a purr there. The tweak of his nipple warrants a half-checked gasp though, and he responds by giving her hair a sharp tug; his half-lidded eyes flare open again and his lazy smile sharpens with need. "Mmmh, you wicked little thing," he rumbles, sounding not-at-all displeased.

A brief wince and a shrill little yelp escapes her throat in response to the tug, immediately followed by a delighted cackle. "Wicked and in good company." She releases the nipple with hard but playful flick, then slides herself down roughly, dragging his cock between her soaked breasts until the tip slaps against her poised and waiting lips. With a feverish growl she repositions herself, pulling away from him and grabbing the delicious sex tool by the base to angle it just so. Her lips part and fondle the tip with their slick, velvety texture in a final act of foreplay before plunging the rod aggressively into her mouth. With two fluid bobbing motions she's swallowed the entire thing, lasciviously fucking as much of her throat as the more than adequate appendage allows.

At Leyli's flick, Red "ah!"s softly, his lips curling into a faint grin. "Good company indeed, you splendid little cocksucking slut." It's difficult to exactly qualify how he says those filthy words: oh yes, there's that taunting edge he's had their entire meeting, but there is also a certain affection to it, as if he considered the description a badge of shame and pride alike. He lets go of her hair for a moment to run his hand through her dark locks, and as she slides his rigid shaft between her spit-and-sweat-slicked breasts, his right hand comes down to playfully slap the side of one of those meaty mammaries with his fingertips. However, the Byzantine's teasing is swiftly replaced by hungry, grit-toothed groans of enjoyment as she begins aggressively swallowing his rigid, overheated prick; his head arches back slightly and his eyes almost entirely close at the feel of her smouldering throat coiling about and engulfing his hardness. "Son of a bitch," he luridly gasps.

The little Egyptian seals her slutty lips around the Greek's engorged cock and her tongue seems to grip the underside of it eagerly. She dips down at an angle to provide a perfect line for a cock to spear straight down her throat and begins bobbing forward and back in earnest, subjecting the base and center to the affectionate kiss of her lips and attention of her tongue, while the end of the slicked cock forcefully glides from the top and bottom of her tightly hugging throat. After several moments of this she slides the cock out of her mouth abruptly without so much as a cough, but instead a heated "Ahh, yes!" proclaiming the sinful enjoyment of her task. Taking a quick breath she continues, moving both hands around the man's waist to grip his firm ass encouragingly as she pulls him back down her throat.

"Oh, hells," moans Redouane in an utterly shameless voice, no longer even making any pretense of restraint as she aggressively deep-throats his thick, throbbing length in that astoundingly receptive throat of hers, so utterly seductive and irresistibly pliant as it bobs back and forth around and against him. A long, feathery purr curls out of his parted lips, and then he seems to pull himself upright a bit, his lean lines rippling faintly as he does. When she pauses for a break he simply grins, his hand balling up amidst her locks once more. "You like the feel of my hard cock in your whore's throat, you shameless tramp?" His low, smooth is practically ablaze with lust as he speaks, each syllable sharply enunciated. And when her hands grip against him, pulling him in, he all-too-happily obliges her demand for more by thrusting forward with his hips, driving his engorged shaft against her slick lips and into her peerless throat, using his grip on her hair to jerk her into that pumping motion of his.

 She responds to the question with a choked "Mmhm.." without skipping a beat in her bobbing motions. Her thin fingers claw into his firm butt with a vengeful grip, spurring him on as he begins to thrust. Each pump is met with a forward press of her lips and a welcome glide across her eager tongue. When he pulls out, she pulls back with a longing suck, savoring the taste and preparing it for another thrust into her lusty throat. She uses her hands in an attempt to control the pace of his thrusts, slowing them to a manageable pace where she can apply her snaking tongue to best effect, digging her nails in the lean flesh in response to any attempts at taking control.

f anything, each time Leyli sinks her nails into Red's taut flesh, it seems to only spur him on more: a faster thrust, a sharper buck of the hips, a harder grind of the base of his fully-swallowed cock against her pillowy, spit-slick lips. He has tightly wound a bundle of her braids around the fingers of his left fist, and he uses tugs and jerks to help pace his increasingly-aggressive movements. Still, he does not completely slip the leash, nor does he begin outright fucking her all-too-willing throat. Although it seems to be inducing no small amount of tooth-gnashing on his part, he appears to be trying to control himself to some degree - fierce and hard, but not so fast that she is unable to run her tongue over his throbbing, nigh-scalding shaft as it rocks back and forth over and in her lips, tongue, and pliant esophagus. Still, each greedy thrust into her gullet seems to be a bit rougher than the one before, a bit less controlled; his silken hardness is twitching and shivering palpably in her wet, heated mouth. "Want more of my cum, Lady Shiman-Sekh?" he growls out, even those words apparently a strain on him in his current state...

The question provokes a yearning response in her expression, gazing up at him with begging eyes as she continues to slide her throat against the intruding cock unceasingly. Her neck muscles tighten reflexively after another thrust, but she quickly reins herself in, maintaining control of herself and her gag reflex adamantly. Her hands mercifully release from his rear and move to cup and caress his active balls, coaxing them to deliver on his offer. Her venomous eyes start to take on a cloudy, euphoric glaze as she continues to gaze up into his own, though the air deprivation fails to take away the obvious lust in her face.

"That's a good slut," he gasps, the flicker in his azure gaze suggesting his approval of her easy compliance. And with that he seems to utterly give up on any sort of restraint whatsoever, both his hands going to the back of her head as he begins driving his quivering, ramrod-rigid cock against her wet lips and proffered mouth, sliding roughly and quick within the confines of her throat. His balls slap against her chin with each fierce thrust of his lower back until she grasps them, whereupon he seems to start slightly beneath her touch; those testes of his are firm and swollen to the touch, tangibly filled with his heat. He struggles to maintain his eyelock with her even through the growing haze of her shameless lust and his own overwhelming urge to scrunch his eyes shut in an attempt to check the rampant sensations running through his shaft, but none of this does anything to ease up his pace: by now he's using her throat nearly as hard as he used her still-plugged backside, choked thick with his semen.

Finally, with a growl that sounds like it is being wrenched out of the very depths of him, he comes: mid-thrust, the first spurt spills over her tongue like an upended wine bottle, filling her mouth with the smell and taste of his thick, sticky whiteness. However, he snarls his teeth like a man possessed and, jerking with sharp urgency at the back of her head, he all-but-yanks her mouth off his violently spasming rod, his own hips pulling back. And then, with an all-too-visible jump, the next burst of his release - splattering across her lips and chin; some of it spurting into her now-unoccupied mouth. The Greek pants heavily as his balls and cock jump and spasm violently before her, pumping out more of his release against her dusky-skinned face. "Don't even think about touching it," he manages in a truly threatening growl somewhere in the midst of it.

Her hands drop to the floor limply as he forcefully pounds against her face. She lets the heated cock pound her senseless without objection, revelling in the intoxicating sensations of this hot cock orally pumping her. The tip of her tongue is visible just over her lower lip, providing a slick blanket for him to thrust back and forth against. Her posture slumps to one side, and she rests her lush ass against a narrow calve, providing pressure against her plug.

The first rush of hot cum pumped into her goes straight to her belly, triggering a startled spasm in her neck and a timid cough, spilling some of it onto her neck and breasts. The rush of air through her lungs, filled with the smell of sex, is nearly orgasmic as she desperately inhales after such a lengthy cocksucking. Her hands instinctively move up to grab hold of his spurting cock until he snarls his warning, stopping just inches away with an intimidated twitch. Instead she brings them to her breasts, pressing them together and bouncing her lush butt against her leg. Her face is prideful and her expression reprimanding, like a young girl who's just had her favorite toy taken. Despite this, she lets out a pleasured purr when the cum hits her lips, and closes her eyes with a squeak as the hot liquid starts painting her cheeks and nose. She remains in her position with her mouth open and tongue stretched out against her chin, swallowing any that lands in her mouth with obscene gulps.

Several more gouts of Red's hot cum stream across Leyli's smug expression as his orgasm winds down, and he allows himself the leisure of a long, satisfied sigh. He takes his spent shaft in one hand and presses it against her welcoming tongue and open mouth, rubbing himself briskly in a few rough movements to seemingly squeeze out anything that may be left in him atop that outstretched length of talented oral muscle. A few last little spurts splash against her, and then his hands loosen their death-grip to instead slowly stroke the back of her head. He doesn't seem as wiped as his previous two orgasms with her: tired, certainly, and his cock is already softening against her tongue. But he does not seem to have any of the overwhelming lethargy that went with his previous releases. "Clean me off," he says with a coolly authoritative tone, sliding his withering shaft against her tongue a bit. One of his hands comes around to her front where he uses his thumb to wipe up any of his seed that had sprayed over her lips, and then he sticks that digit between her lips as well. His eyes are slightly unfocused and his breathing is heavy, but otherwise he looks thoroughly satisfied.

She lifts the tip of her tongue, stroking back and forth across the bottom length of the softening cock to help coax out the last of his seed. She wipes her eyes and opens them with a revitalized expression. She flutters her eyelashes up at him with an indignant grin, but nonetheless obediently licks the cum from his fingers and begins the cleaning process a second time with youthful vigor, lapping up all traces of her own saliva and remaining cum from the well used cock like honey. When finished, she looks up at him expectantly, holding the obvious question on the tip of her tongue, awaiting with dread to find out whether or not he will simply discard her now that he's finished with her. She maintains an air of confidence despite a small infection of worry.

He murmurs pleasantly at her tongue-work over both his flagging shaft and his thumb, too spent at this point to find it truly physically stimulating. Still, once she has finished her assigned tasks, he steps back from her slightly and throws her a rather cryptic smile, all wearied - yet bright - optimism, but...one cannot shake the sense that there is something else lurking behind it. Still for the moment, he strokes the top of her head gently with one hand, and the other begins reaching for the wine and cups that Leyli's servant had brought earlier. "Good girl," he purrs, stroking behind one of her ears like one would a cat. He pours out a wine cup and holds it down to her, head tilted slightly with that same indecipherable curl of his lips. "Want a drink, or would you prefer to keep the taste in your mouth?" He rolls the cup in his hand slowly, the burgundy liquid sloshing around in lazy circles.

The demeaning affections provoke several responses in Leyli, seeming to accept and appreciate them but for a sideways glance with her piercing eyes, subtly hinting at knowing and rejecting their true purpose. "A good taste..." She murmurs with a pause to lick her lips. "But one that goes well with wine." With that she takes the cup from his hand and leisurely moves to stand, streaking a finger against her cum-coated cheek in a cleaning gesture, then moving the clingy white nectar to her lips, sucking her finger with a wet pop, followed by a sip of wine.

Despite being in the middle of pouring a cup of wine for himself, Red pauses and makes a "tsk"ing noise as she runs a finger over her cheek, reaching out to swat the back of her hand lightly but decisively. "Leave that there," he says dismissively but sternly, his eyes narrowing slightly. "Now, shall I take a guess at what you're thinking, Daughter of Sekh?" His tone is casually conversational now as he props his elbows up on that fluid-soaked plinth, the site of so much debauchery. "You've been used, abused, denigrated, and demeaned. You're wondering how much more you're going to have to put up with, and whether there's going to be any payoff or if I'm just having my sport while the having is good." He finishes pouring his own cup of wine then takes a long pull, "hmm"ing quietly as he does. He pulls the cup away from his lips only slightly so that he can speak some more, his voice rolling from the drink vessel. "Yes? No?"

Leyli gives a startled jump and recoils her hand from the swat. His insistence on her having to await his permission to remove the cum from her face, as well as the thick amount still plugged in her asshole, is met with a tinge of annoyance. She stifles it within and continues to play along for now however, standing before him in her unabashedly nude and used state with arms folded under her breasts, dangling the half empty cup of wine lazily in her fingers. One of her heels is raised with a knee slightly bent, a sign the toy lodged inside her is making it difficult to stand normally. "Yes.. something like that. I don't expect your loyalties were discarded along with all that cum you've just filled me with, but dare I ask if you've reconsidered your position, if even a just a little?" Her expression is all smiles as she speaks, putting on a very self-aware parody of nobility with her cum stained face and otherwise used and lewd form.

"Mm, much as I am fully aware that that wilfulness of yours was not lessened any by all that cum I've just filled you with." Red's smile turns into a salacious little grin before he pauses to take another extended sip of wine. "Ah, but I'd be a fool if I thought I could fuck that viper-eyed spirit of yours out in just a few hours, now wouldn't I? Hmm." Now he runs a finger along the rim of his cup, tapping at it lightly in thought. He casts a sideways glance at her and his half-mocking expression grows just a little bit more, as if he could feel her discomfort and frustration. "It is a good look on you, by the way. Well-fucked and covered in seed. I'm sure you've heard all about the aesthetic contrast and all that from prior 'lovers,' so I'll save you the banality." Finally, Red pushes himself back up straight, finishing off his cup of wine with one last swig. His tone is almost disinterested now, and he shrugs once he is upright. "Well, I suppose we have to attend to some paperwork, don't we? Have your servant fetch you whatever seals you may need to formalize documents. Oh, and a change of clothes. Something interesting. You may want a cloak as well; it's at least a half-hour walk to the mission." He says all this with a wave of the hand, then proceeds to start collecting his own clothing.

With a summoning clap Shanti the servant girl comes hopping out a little too quickly. Leyli shoots her a scolding glance, though a clever observer would tell there is no real anger in it. "Well, you heard the man, you little voyeur. Fetch the seals and... a moment." She turns to Redouane with a raised eyebrow. "Interesting you say? Shall I request a wash cloth or do you intend to parade me around like a circus pet?" She speaks half jokingly, as if hanging on the edge of doubt, knowing how absurd the idea is but knowing better than to expect orthodoxy from this man.

"Need you even ask?" That dissolute Greek simply laughs, the sound crystal-clear like the pealing of a bell. Of course, naught but cruelty lurks beneath that pleasant surface, and he does not even dignify her with his full attention as he slips back into his underclothes and leggings, tsking softly at the mess down the front of them. "Of course I'm going to parade you about," he says while lacing up his breeches. "Did you really expect anything else? Consider it a lesson as to what life will be like should you get the Byzantine assistance you so crave. Marched around like a soiled little tart through the streets of Alexandria and Memphis, a blatant symbol of Roman supremacy over the barbarians." Red sounds distinctly bored as he says all this, as if it was the most banal of affairs. "So you may as well get used to it now. Unless you'd rather I leave without you?" Now he turns to her, cocking one ebony eyebrow slightly.

An obvious offended expression that she makes no effort to hide is vivid in her face. A menacing grin hangs on her lips when he mentions marching her around as a symbol in a blatant challenge, as if daring her Byzantine 'masters' to try such a thing. At his final ultimatum she takes a long pause in answering, looking into her cup of wine for guidance, swirling the liquid rhythmically and weighing while weighing her options, intently considering throwing the red liquid all over his smug face. Evidently deciding against that for now, she calls her servant to fetch her most 'interesting' clothing, and something to obscure her face. Her tone remains bold even while she motions toward his clothing in an offer of assistance. "Shall I help dress you as well my Lord?" If there is any sarcasm in her she hides it flawlessly, dipping her head like a lowly servant girl, though a palpable rebellious aura surrounds her body like a cloud.

Despite the utter lack of attention that Red had paid to her leading up to that little ultimatum, the keenness with which he observes Leyli as she mulls her options is undeniable. Oh yes, he looks insufferably smug, there's no denying it - even through his dishevelled state, that unflappable, incisive carriage of his shines right through. But there's something more to it than that: a sort of weighty calculation, cold-eyed and even-handed that he makes no secret of, nor makes any attempt to conceal. When she finally concedes the point, he "heh"s softly, then slips his tunic back on, buttoning it up casually. "No, milady Shiman-Sekh, that will be quite unnecessary, thank you. I will keep your aid to undressing." Heavens-damned cocky little Greek bastard with his bright blue eyes and pouty little lips. And then, as he rearranges his braids, a slightly more interesting question. "You hate it, don't you? This feeling of being a pawn. That you played your hand and all the options are bad." His voice is...almost fastidiously neutral as he speaks.

Shanti arrives first with several sets of clothing which she displays one by one for the approval of her mistress. Leyli downs the rest of her wine and unceremoniously flings it onto the table. She examines her choices of revealing attire casually while she responds. "On the contrary. From your own devilish mouth, this is my place. An Egyptian queen is born and bred for the role, and that role is to praise the Pharaoh's name and produce his children. And she is not the only one, but simply the favored whore among a harem. Only by pleasing her divine master and husband can she hope to have any real power of her own. So you see, the freedom to pick my master is as much as I can aspire." She speaks with an equally cold and bored banality in her tone, as if grudgingly discussing old news.

"More freedom than many - most, even." Red simply shrugs his shoulders as he says that, finishing the last few buttons of his high-collared, gilded-stitched tunic. It's ruffled and wrinkled from its harsh treatment, but he seems rather nonchalant about that. He begins wrapping his sash back around his midsection then, folding it over itself with a few neat tucks. "But do hold onto that indignation if you wish to keep striving for more." And then, his tone faintly laughing - "And do learn to hide your displeasure better. You're promising, but you're still far too young and spoiled. Better you learn the error of your ways from me than when the stakes are higher, hmm?" Slipping back into his boots, the Greek walks over to Leyli and Shanti quite nonchalantly, his eyes flicking over the selection of clothing she is cycling through.

The current item of clothing on display is little more than a circular cloth that hangs from the shoulders over the top of the breasts, but leaves the underside completely visible. There are wispy, transparent sleeves and a matching leggings that stretch from knee to ankle, and a decorative thong suspended by a thin, silver chain that ties to the waist. The cloak requested is made of thin white cloth, and has an array of decorative metals dangling from the hood like a veil.

Leyli looks down with a "Tsk" as a drop of gooey cum falls from her chin to her breasts. "Even the lowest slave has the freedom to choose her master, if she has the boldness and willingness to do what is necessary. In my case, I have a master who abandons me to isolation, then holds a blade to my neck just waiting for an excuse to drop it. To escape to another master, I must simply choose to betray my home nation, shame my family, and whore myself to a man who no doubt wishes to tame me until I am as obedient in truth as I would pretend to be. And as for your advice, I was taught to always take such when it is offered for free. But somehow I suspect yours is not." There is a weariness in her voice, but even so she manages to sound haughty.

"The worthwhile lessons rarely are free," responds the diplomat as he reaches out to lightly rub the wispy fabrics of that gown between two of his fingers. He then makes a slight nodding gesture and then taps the dress as he withdraws his hand. "This one's not bad, by the way. And it is good that you realize that there are always options and always ways out, so long as you are willing to cope with the consequences." Red then casts his eye around the area, finally spotting his small courier's satchel set aside a short distance away. He makes a quiet sound of approval and heads towards it, snatching it up and slinging it over one of his shoulders in a single fluid motion. "Anyway, do get changed; we'll have plenty of time to talk about your...circumstances as we walk."

With a nod of approval from Leyli the servant girl moves to the rear of her mistress and begins dressing her quickly and at times roughly, proving an audible response as she yanks the thong tightly upward against the plug. On her own initiative she adds a small half-skirt with slits on each side to reveal the thighs. Leyli throws on her cloak with a melodic jingle, the shadow and the decorative veil concealing her face effectively. "As you wish, lead on." She collects her seals and documents in a small pouch that hangs from her shoulder.

With a crack of his knuckles, Red moves alongside Leyli and slips one arm underneath her cloak and around her waist, as if they were lovers. Or...as if he was taking a hired streetwalker off to conclude their business. He flashes her a slight mocking smile with those red lips of his, his eyes vaguely predatory as he looks over her. But none of this comes through in his voice; it is all sweetness and light. "Mm, very good, then. If it will set your servant at ease, you should be free to come back here...hmm..." He pauses for a moment, bringing up his free hand to lightly tap his smooth, beardless chin. "...Well, I suppose it depends on how well things go, doesn't it? Sometime in the late morning tomorrow at latest, I suppose." A faint shrug from him, and his hand around her waist clamps down slightly, fingertips sinking faintly into her well-appointed hips. He makes a slight flourish towards the gateway with his other hand, then lowers his head slightly - a mocking mimicry of a courtier's gesture. "Well then, shall we be off? If you're lucky, we will not run into your guards or majordomo on our way."

The servant girls look of concern is waved away with a dismissive hand and a wordless glance from Leyli. She completes the hired lady-of-the-night image by bumping her naked hips against his and slinking into the curve of his arm, placing one hand on his. She immediately feels the sloshing cum and the stretching plug in her ass when she starts to move forward, hopping on one foot in a clumsy motion. "Nnhg.. Yes, as you say. The guards should return in a few hours, you know what to do Shanti." And with that the servant girl departs with a bow.

A faint chuckle is made as Leyli shuffles forward like that, her uncertain footwork a source of cruel amusement to Red. "Oh, do not worry, Lady Shiman-Sekh," he jeeringly stage-whispers. "We shall take our time. You're not in much state for a brisk pace, now are you? Of course, such runs the risks of somebody recognizing you, but..." A faint shrug from his slender shoulders. "Such are the risks, hmm?" He nudges against her hips with his own slightly, then, with a quick and light smack on her exposed flank, he begins coaxing her along out the gateway and down the lonely path back into the heart of town. He's humming what sounds like some sort of Byzantine shanty or marching tune to himself as he moves languidly alongside her, the smug bastard.