In ancient times there lived the great and kind Sultan Shahraman. He relied on the laws, no one in his country was offended, so he was loved and respected by the people. With his neighbors, Shahraman lived in the world, being known as a peace-loving and wise ruler. In his declining years, he decided to marry his only son, the heir of Jamal [1], so that he could continue the dynasty and, like a father, live in happiness. The young man entered the very time and was as beautiful as a cypress, as strong as a lion, and as clever as a serpent. Shahraman called his son to him and said:

- My child, I am old. Soon it will be your turn to take the throne. But to become a true ruler, you have to become a man, so I want to marry you.

“Father,” Jamal replied with respect, “I cannot do that.”

- Why? - surprised the Sultan.

- Oh, father, know that I have no desire for marriage, my soul is not inclined to love, since I have found many books and discourses on female perfidy and perfidy. Woman - the source of all ills on earth. It fogs the mind of man, takes away the will, making us weak. And the poet said: “The young man is unhappy that he handed the bridle to the wives. They hinder him from becoming the highest in merits. ”

“But, my son,” the distressed father asked in dismay, so how can you govern the country without being married? How can you know all aspects of life without knowing a woman?

“Father, if you do not want to make your son unhappy, do not insist,” the young man bowed his head in reverence.

“Well ...” Sultan Shahraman sighed. - Let's not decide anything yet. I am still in power and can take care of the people myself. You should think. It is quite possible that you are not yet ripe for marriage, and it may be that you will soon change your opinion about it.

As time went. Tsarevich diligently comprehended various sciences, learning from the wisest scientists invited from all over the world, reading books from the largest palace library, the richest in the whole world. Soon he was fluent in twelve languages, composed magnificent poems, knew alchemy, astrology, mathematics and geometry. Jamal had the reputation of a wonderful warrior, skillfully wielding a sword, a saber and hand-to-hand combat. He had no equal in archery, in horse racing and javelin throwing. In addition, he became famous for his incredible physical strength, pulling out trees with one hand with the root. However, never his dark blue gaze did not stop at the woman, although there were many beautiful girls in the palace and the surrounding lands who were ready to marry him.

“Is my prince already enchanted?” - Sultan asked his wise men anxiously.

Those, having thought for a long time, having consulted with the stars, answered:

- No, your great wisdom, O Lord! Your son is all right.

- But how so? - Shahraman did not calm down and, I confess, was already beginning to lose patience. - Maybe he, God forbid, sick?

And my son was taken to examine hundreds of healers drawn from different countries of the world. But they answered:

- Your son is completely healthy, healthier than all the young people of the Sultanate.

Once, a completely depressed Sultan sat alone and sadly looked before him with a sad look. The chief vizier entered the office with a bow.

- Oh, my lord, your great wisdom! He said softly. “It seems I’ve come up with a way to solve our problem.”

- Yes?! And how? - the poor sultan perked up, looking at his loyal minister.

- It's very simple - he smiled. - It is necessary to imprison the prince in a dungeon. Intimidate him by saying that he will not be free until he agrees to marry.

“But, my friend,” the Sultan looked at the Vizier with amazement, beginning to doubt his mind, “how is it possible?” After all, my heart will not stand, it will burst from the consciousness that I have sharpened my only child in the fortress. And the innocent!

“The prince is not a child, he is an adult warrior, his twenty-fourth spring has gone,” the vizier objected.“Perhaps you have spoiled him too much with your indulgence.” In the end, he is obliged to fulfill the will of his father. Otherwise, our country risks losing the dynasty.

Sadly the Sultan, reluctantly, agreed.

“Okay, let's do it.” But let him be well fed, and the camera will be with a small window so that the rays of the sun can warm his soul.

And the unfortunate Jamal was put in a fortress. “Father will never get it from me! - he thought. “May I die in prison, but I will not depart from my principles.” (Especially for eroticspace.info — sexitails.org) However, the camera in which he was put in prison was not. A small window under the ceiling let in sunlight during the day and the light of the stars at night. Of course, having remarkable strength, Jamal could well break through the wall and go free. But the tower, where he was imprisoned, rose to the skies and stood in the center of the endless sea. For days the prince sat, bent over the paper, and wrote poetry.

It so happened that the story of him spread all over the world and reached one gin, a great joke.

“Truly, this prince is a fool,” gin giggled. - How can you give up your duty, your duties, and even those who promise heavenly delight! And I personally feel sorry for his father: the poor fellow will die without seeing his grandchildren, with sadness in his heart. Perhaps I will teach this young donkey.

And then one night Jamal woke up because it seemed to him that someone was lying next to him in the dungeon and breathing softly.

- Oh, Allah! - thought the prince. - Am I really losing my mind?

He rolled over on a narrow bed, reinforced against a wall, and sat down in horror. Next to him lay a sleeping woman! Rather, a young girl, barely blossomed bud with a face of incredible beauty. At this time, because of the clouds, the full moon appeared, illuminating a small camera. In this light, the prince was able to better consider the girl. Thinly contoured black eyebrows bows curved over the quivering sleepy eyelids with long eyelashes, curved upwards. Gentle, like a peach, cheeks, a beautifully rounded chin and similar to a fresh bud sponge, which from time to time touched a shy sweet smile. The beauty was in one thin shirt, her small legs, like a child, were barefoot, and only long, luxurious braids of the color of dark padev honey collected from the cherry covered her shoulders.

- This is a vision! - flashed through the head of the prince. “I have a dream,” he decided, and ran his hand over his face in dismay. - We must wake up ...

And he pinched himself. But the vision did not disappear. On the contrary, the girl sighed in her sleep and smacked her mouth.

- Oh, Allah! - he looked at her almost with horror. - What should I do? - and suddenly thought sadly: - Oh, if I could never wake up and see her face in front of me forever! Is it really true that she is only a dream? In that case ... if I dream about her, I can ... touch her.

And he carefully untied her shirt. The gaze that opened to his gaze was so blindingly beautiful that the poor prince closed his eyes for a moment. Two creamy pyramid breasts with pink tops, the thinnest camp, smoothly turning into chiseled thighs and rounded ass, graceful legs and flexible smooth arms. And between the legs, he saw a small fluffy "little animal", which was asked to hand.

- How can such a beauty exist? - thought Jamal and suddenly shivered, feeling a strange rush of hot waves all over his body.

Yielding to some irresistible impulse, he took the girl in his arms, pressed her to his chest and kissed his plump little mouth.

“Ah,” she suddenly woke up, and with horror stared at him with huge, black eyes that emanated starlight. - Who you are? Where I am? - She began to speak with tears and, escaping from his hands, wringing her shirt, she crouched in a frightened corner.

- Do not be afraid! - reaching out to her hand, with a gentle smile, asked the prince. - I am Jamal, the only prince of Sultan Shahraman. My father sharpened me here for ... for a certain fault. And you dreamed me.

- I dreamed you? - she asked with disbelief and immediately objected, proudly throwing up her head: - ...