Friends, as promised, this series is going to be an epic set of tales that would make you rediscover the tales from Arabian Nights, just the way they should have been..
All characters are eighteen plus, all readers must be too.
I highly recommend you read the first chapter before taking this on.
Enjoy
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Alibaba
Sheherazade had held back her story at the right moment in the wee hours of the morning.
Sultan was way too worked up all through the night and was enraptured by Sheherazade's storytelling. More importantly, she had enacted many parts of the story, and that drew in Sultan deep.
Sultan has never had sexual or amoral feelings towards his Ammi, and somewhere during the lovemaking, his mind had played tricks on him. He felt it could be because he was intoxicated. Sultan was captivated by Sheherazade's beauty and imagining his Ammi image while making love to her was mesmerizing.
Sheherazade, on her part, was bent upon taking Sultan on a joyride to wonderland. At his position, he had seen, heard, and experienced a lot. It wasn't easy to charm a fellow of his stature.
Throughout the following day, Sheherazade rested along with Dinarzade and curated the story she wanted to tell the Sultan later that night.
Vizier came to meet his daughter and blessed her as a father would.
Late in the evening, she started to get ready. She took a long and soothing bath in a mixture of milk and water infused with attar. At least seven maids from the harem helped her get ready. They rubbed her skin with oil and honey, then cleaned every part of her body, touched her to reassure themselves that she was indeed real.
Dinarzade got no less attention or appreciation. But Dinarzade was a younger spoilt child of the family. She was already used to undivided attention and love from everyone around her. She, in turn, doted only on her elder sister, Sheherazade, who was as wise as she was beautiful, as charming as she was eloquent, as confident as she was articulate.
After her hour-long bath in a sunken tub, the assistants dried off Sheherazade. Her make-up took another hour, and even then, a mere square foot of fabric covered small portions of her delicious body.
Seemingly excited to meet Sheherazade, the Sultan reached his bed-chamber earlier than he usually did. As a seasoned warrior, his physical fitness was a level of a horse. He could survive quite a few days without sleep. Now that he was anxious to meet Sheherazade and to listen to the rest of her story, his pace was faster than his usual royal stroll.
As was expected from a consort, Sheherazade sat waiting for the Sultan. As expected, he looked at her from head to toe and stood captivated all over again by her beauty.
Sheherazade looked magnificent in her ensemble. On her neatly combed and perfumed hair was a couple of strings of gold chains that glittered in the light from the fire-torch that hung on the wall. On her nose was a large ring that drew Sultan's attention to her face. Their eyes met, and Sheherazade held his gaze for longer than he wanted.
Sheherazade's chest was covered in a thin layer of metallic armor-styled fabric. It was an artificial cover but was suggestively shaped around her breasts to highlight the fact there was a pair of melon-shaped orbs inside. It ended in a loose crop-top style at her midriff and flared with her movement. Below that, her navel was delightfully bare. Her waist was invitingly slim, leading to her uncovered hips.
Sheherazade's waist adorned a slim chain that held a loincloth in front of her pussy. A gold embroidered piece of apparel that assured the Sultan of the treasure that lay beneath it. Her thighs were covered with thin golden strings of wrap-around creeper-style accessory. Her ankles were decorated with small anklets with a tiny bell that announced her movement.
Sheherazade's face glowed like a moon, and her body smelled like a flower. Sultan nuzzled on her neck to smell her and felt intoxicated before he could have the first sip of wine.
Sheherazade held his hand and led him to the bed. She had him sit and cupped his face in her palms, and then she kissed his lips slowly. After leading him on, she let Sultan take charge, and he passionately kissed her with urgency. Their lips mashed into each other, and after a few passionate kisses, Sultan entered her mouth with his tongue. She welcomed him in. They played with each other, their tongues dueling with each other, and Sultan's hand groped around her body.
After a long bout of kisses and making out, the need to gasp air got them to part. Sheherazade looked into his face and smiled.
"O, great Sultan." She whispered in his mouth.
Sultan had trained himself to overlook momentary weaknesses and pursue what he wanted. He composed himself. Sultan tried to remember his beloved Morsal and how she had betrayed him. He reminded himself of his pledge to kill women. Until Sheherazade, his resolve had never got shaken even once.
As the moment passed, Sheherazade got up and walked to the tray near the bed. She got hold of the jug and poured two glasses of wine. Sultan looked on hypnotized at Sheherazade's back. He could not find a shred of cloth behind her from the back of her neck to her feet. Every inch of her body was glowing with an inviting aura.
Sheherazade walked back towards Sultan, two glasses in her hands and a wide acknowledging smile on her face. She sat a step lower than the Sultan, on a bedside stool, taking her position.
They gazed into the night sky when not looking at each other. Sheherazade engaged Sultan in a discussion, asking him, "O Great Sultan, would you tell me what is the farthest of land you have seen?"
Amused at the question, Sultan indulged her, "I have traveled to Hindoostan in the East and Samarkand in the North."
Sheherazade nodded, acknowledging.
Then after a few sips of wine, Sheherazade asked, "O Great Sultan, what is the most fascinating land of all?"
Sultan thought a little and said, "I'd say the Tibet." He closed his eyes as if visualizing it and then opened his eyes and said, "Tibet is beyond the Himalayas range of mountains. I haven't been there, but as soon as time allows, I shall go there."
Sheherazade nodded, appreciating his resolve. As their discussion went on for a while, Sheherazade collected priceless information that she might need in the future.
Soon, Sultan said, "I believe you had a story to complete Sheherazade?"
Sheherazade smiled. It was a subtle way of reassuring herself. If Sultan asked her to start the story, she knew she had a good hand.
"Yes, indeed. I was only waiting for when the great Sultan wishes for me to continue on the story," Sheherazade confirmed.
Sheherazade stood up and took both glasses to refill the wine. Sultan's glass was refilled, and hers needed only a few drops to reach the brim. She started telling the story even before she was back near the Sultan.
Jinni welcomed Alladin's uncle with a proper greeting.
Alibaba was glad to meet his nephew and his bride.
Over dinner, Alibaba told his sister and his nephew the reason for his visit.
"Sister, you know, as a logger, I have been working hard all my life. You are elder to me, and I respect you immensely. I have never asked you for assistance. But Jamaal, with his machinations, has usurped all of our family's property and rights. Since he, too, is a year older than me, I never raised any objections. Now I have to stay in our own ancestral property and yet pay him rent."
Alladin and his mother nodded in agreement, listening carefully. As a matter of fact, Alibaba was just in his mid-thirties but looked tired and older than his age.
"Sister, I have run into some debt on account of the poor yield of the wood we logged this year. My expenses have overshot my realization, and I have had to borrow to run my business. This year has been extraordinarily adverse because my stockyard caught fire mysteriously.
Furthermore, Jamaal is threatening to vacate me if I do not pay up the rent in full." Alibaba dejectedly recounted his misery.
Alladin and his mother felt sorry for him.
