fire in the forehead.

“You're glorious,” said the petals, as if making excuses, and stung again.

Sweet poison pawed Mamma to the bone.

“You're cute,” said the petals, “and I'm glad to see you.” I'm glad that you will be the first ... I'm glad. I am glad ... - and again and again they stung him in the forehead, in the nose and cheeks, like a child. Mom was as if enveloped in a sweet cocoon that deprived him of his breath. Guria whispered to him, as she was glad, kissed him and cried, the farther - the stronger, sobbing between kisses and smearing him with salt of her tears.

For some reason, it was these tears that deprived his mind, and the prince's body suddenly began to act separately from the head, which could not think anything except “the great Allah! ...” His hands clasped the nude figure and firmly pressed to him, his lips were intercepted by the stinging petals and sucked into them, burning in a wet fire ...

Mamulevo's body suddenly felt how clothes interfered with him - and a moment later she was lying on the carpets, leaving her master (although he never undressed in his life without the help of nannies); his hands pressed in, the compressed flesh trembling beneath them pressed into themselves, lips kissing from the salted petals for kissing ...

The burning whirlwind picked up two bodies, molded chest to chest, and threw it on the bed, and there the prince grew deeper and deeper into the living bliss that was trembling beneath him — with his tongue, chest and ud that burned in the cramped womb; his thighs pushed him deeper and faster, and very soon the shocks merged into a continuous shiver, ringing in a single cry of distraught children, who suddenly ceased to be children and together touched the forbidden edge ...

***

“My lord and true young prince, as they say about him?” The concubine asked, leaning in a pose that seemed quite respectful.

Al-Marazmi grunted.

“She is really smart. Bold mockery under the cover of courtesy is an art that few possess ... "

“It all depends on you,” he said. “I will become him if you awaken him in me ... Did you read Seneca in the original?”

The concubine approached him — in every movement of her naked body, there was a predatory heat, and drew the bloomers from the sage. Her eyes glittered mysteriously.

“You want to say that now such conversations are irrelevant? ... Oooh,” the sage groaned when his flabby nature was wrapped in a web of half-forgotten touches. - I understand you ... understand ...

The concubine did not rush things. Hanging over the abundant breasts, she caressed the wise scientist and flashed him his mysterious smile, as if telling him: if necessary, I will do this for ages.

- Epicurus believed the meaning of life in pleasures, and ... devil take me away! What do you think about it?

The concubine took his beats with her lips, which slightly lifted the head, like a sleepy cat, if it was woken up.

- Here is a decent answer! The sage breathed, bringing his trembling hands closer to the copper hair of the concubine. - More cynics ... oh Allah!

Her fingers crawled under his clothes. Seducing ass, the concubine was sucked into the body of a sage, and his understanding of earthly and celestial truths flared up in him ...

“Silence is the answer of the wise,” he thought, squirming under her tongue. - “Obviously, she read cynics, albeit in later retellings ... Of course, she is not as young as I was told, but her wisdom is more than a redemption ... aaa ... aaaaa ...”

... Mummul and Aini lay clinging to each other - chest to chest, lips to lips, and emaciated bean. Mamula bathed like in honey in the fertilized womb of her first woman. They were so shocked by what happened to them that they could not speak.

- Did it hurt? - Finally Mamma whispered lips, not otlipaya from her lips.

- Bo ... does it hurt?

- Nurse Aishe told me that you will be hurt ... That you will scream and that I should not spare you. And I wanted to spare, but I forgot ... I hurt you, right?

- I do not know...

They moved to snuggle closer together. Aini's hands slowly slid down Mom's back, and he howled like a puppy.

- You cry? He asked when Aini sobbed.

“I don't want to do this with anyone but you,” she whispered through her tears.- You leave, others will come ... I do not want ...

- You will not be! ... - Mumul even jumped, startling Aini. - You will always be with me!

“But I am Amy's concubine ...”

- My uncle, Emir Al-Bubuh, gave you to me. You will go with me to Khachistan, and we will never part.

For a few moments, Aini looked at the prince, her eyes wide open. Then she squealed, jumped on him and wrapped her arms and legs like a little ...

***

The next morning brought terrible news: the great emir Al-Bubuh was killed, the enemy army was moving to the palace and it would not be here today or tomorrow.

The Khachistan courtyard in panic gathered home. The young prince Mamul constantly hugged his new concubine, did not leave her a single step, and from time to time kissed right in front of the faithful, throwing off her hijab. To the nannies who made remarks to him, he screamed - “All the execution!” - and again got down to the sweet lips.

- Who will we execute? - asked the executioner, who was told that there is work.

“To execute? ...” the prince asked perplexedly, feeling through Ayni's tight breasts. - What are you talking about? Go away!..

When the caravan was already leaving the palace, a girl caught up with her and fell at the prince’s feet:

- O great master! Take me with you! The old man, who said that he would take me to himself, gave his soul to Allah right on the love bed! I do not want to stay in this doomed city! Do not reject me, I beg you! I will teach you with Aini all the subtleties of love science ...

A guard rushed to her, but Mamul waved his hand:

- Well, I take you, just do not yell ...

What happened next is unknown for certain. It only came to us that after a few days, the palace of the great emir was brutally plundered, and the Khachistan caravan never returned home.

It is also known, however, that after some time an invincible warrior appeared in the district. A few years passed - and he became the sultan of one of the coastal cities, who resisted the invaders. With him were two beautiful women - one younger, the other older. The first became his wife, the second he let go, giving gold that was stolen during the campaigns. Everyone knew that the sultan was good on horseback and in armor, and the true mistress of the city was Sultana Aini, who could speak his language with everyone.

Despite all the coincidences, it is still difficult to believe in them - the brilliant Sultan Mamoul is too far away from the helpless prince. However, to all the will of Allah, the great, merciful, and mortal, His ways are unknown ...