*This story is a Chris Jackson original and is not to be shared or posted without my permission. All characters and events are fictional. All characters are also 18 or older. This content is for mature audiences only.*
Yasmina
Last night was my first time ever touching a man. Not just any man. But Cadwin. My very own Crusader. Stern, big and burly. Older than me but not too old.
And by Allah, the way that man grunted when his seed spilled into my mouth. The sound that announced his climax was my new call to prayer.
He was sleeping beside me, his features relaxed but sinewy muscles forever taut. And what was more? He did not have a stitch on his body other than the sheets that covered us both. I had not on a stitch, either.
XoX
The silly Norman had tried to dress again, but I tutted at him. I remember laughing at his indignant stare, the way he blinked at me. He tried so hard not to scowl.
“Yasmina, you said I am your sword, and I need to be ready in a moment’s notice,” he had lamely argued.
“Correct. Your sword is right there.” I pointed to it, leaning against a lounging sofa. “Do you mysteriously lose the ability to wield it if you are undressed?”
If driving this man to scowl was a sport, I would be a world-class competitor.
His expression changed when I entered my bed chamber, bereft of clothes as well.
“My baba says a good leader would not ask his people to do what he himself wouldn’t do.” I sat on the edge of my grand bed and picked up a bowl of dried figs from the end table next to it.
“So, we are both to remain naked when in your chamber?” He released a sound huff that sounded more like a chuffing bear.
“For tonight at least.” I leveled him with a teasing smile. “Or whenever I command it.”
“And if Asma were to enter, seeing us like this?”
I giggled. “Then she would owe me a favor for being allowed such a pleasantry,” I teased.
“As you wish, Princess,” Cadwin yielded and sat next to me, his cock flaccid but still quite sizable. After sharing fruit with me, we prepared for bed.
XoX
I shook off the pleasant memory of teasing him the night before.
Cadwin proved himself to be a late sleeper, as the sun had been up for a good half hour before I rose.
But how to wake him up, I asked myself.
Cadwin
I began to stir when I realized I wasn’t having a pleasant dream. There certainly was a wet hand wrapped around my cock, twisting and pulling languidly.
“Good morning, Princess.” The greeting came out gruffer than I intended. My voice was still rough from sleep. “A bit early for a tug, isn’t it?”
The dirty little sand princess looked over her shoulder at me with a grin. She was sitting on the side of my leg, looking ahead like I wasn’t even there until I spoke.
“You say early ‘for a tug.’ I say it’s a wonderful way to wake up my loyal bodyguard,” she teased.
I had to give it to her; she was quite the tease for being so young and inexperienced.
“Well, it was quite effective.” I grabbed her slim wrist, stopping her motion.
She pouted at me.
“Now that I’ve awoken, what would you have me do, Princess?” I was new to this post, and I’d never been a private bodyguard before. Let alone for a woman like Yasmina.
She let out a disappointed sigh. “I suppose we must dress. I’m hungry. Staying in bed for me to take delight in your body while a servant brings us breakfast sounds splendid. However, if I’m absent from Baba’s breakfast table, he’ll become suspicious at once.”
This girl just reaffirmed that she was not to be underestimated. She thought things through. Yasmina could easily have let herself become a slave to her whimsy. However, she was quite aware my head would not remain long on my shoulders if she wasn’t careful in how she indulged.
“You have a lot of meat on that skeleton,” the princess continued. “I bet it takes quite a bit to keep you in this size. It’s in my interest to keep you fed. Especially with the plans I have for you,” she said with a cryptic smile.
Yasmina
In what feels like seconds, my personal Crusader and I are dressed in regular clothes. Then, I helped him with his armor. I didn’t expect us to wash afterwards.
Cadwin explained that chainmail produced metallic dust. It was exceptionally fine, and not visible until you realized how dirty you got. A sneaky little mess.
Once my crusader was armored, sword and dagger on his hips, he followed behind me—right behind—to my baba’s dining hall.
Of course, Baba was there, as well as the Imam and some prominent figures of our Court.
“Good morning, Bint. You look wonderfully rested,” Baba said. He rose from his chair and came to kiss my cheek. I kissed his back.
Then, his eyes landed on Cadwin.
I had half-expected Cadwin and my baba to glare at each other like the enemies they were. But Cadwin was behind me to my left, his eyes downcast.
And then the most unexpected thing happened. Baba smiled.
Addressing Cadwin in Latin, Baba said, “Thank you for keeping my daughter safe. She looks happy and well.”
I blinked. Baba was showing Cadwin respect. Cadwin had shown it first by down casting his eyes, but I did not expect Baba to speak to Cadwin.
Cadwin continued to show his court awareness by not speaking back but bowing low in thanks for the compliment.
Baba took my hand and led me to my place at the table beside him. Cadwin pulled my chair out and pushed me in. This was the job of a table servant, not a bodyguard. Yet, no one said anything. The large man in chain then stepped back, pressing himself against the wall in wait.
“Yasmina. Things seem to be going well for you with your new guard,” Baba said, switching to our native Arabic.
I smiled. “Yes, Baba. Very well, in fact. He is quiet. Very stoic. He’s a serious man, and I enjoy trying to make him laugh. I have not received more than a huff, however,” I pouted.
Using his name while we talked about him in a different language didn’t seem right. Letting him know we were talking about him but not letting him in on the conversation seemed terribly rude, and he’d been such a good boy so far.
I smiled to myself, but Baba caught it. Cadwin would break a chair if he knew I thought about him as my ‘good boy’ again.
“Asma tells me you took a bath last night, and your Westerner dutifully waited outside the door.” Baba stroked his beard. “Having a Westerner so close during such a private moment?”
I rolled my eyes at him. Only he saw it because I’m the only person in the Emirate allowed to do that. His sweet little Bint.
“Baba, Asma told you he was dutifully posted outside,” I whined like the petulant girl he saw me as. And honestly? Sometimes, only sometimes, like right now, that was beneficial.
I also owed Asma one hell of a favor. While she mentioned the bathrooms to my baba unnecessarily, she did pepper it with falsehoods to cover my back. Falsehoods that were completely opposite to what she knew was going on. That’s a real friend.
I cast a glance over my shoulder and looked at my favorite bodyguard. Stock-still as always. No emotion. Looking dead ahead. If we hadn’t shared what we did last night, I might have sworn he was not fully human. Or I would have believed there was something quite wrong with him.
My baba’s eyes followed mine. “He’s certainly more guard than a servant,” he chuckled. “A good call on his position, my dearest. Will you bring him to the yard today? His training should stay sharp.”
I narrowed my eyes at my sire. “Do you really wish him to train, or are you hoping the others beat him within an inch of his life?” I wasn’t sure what my baba’s intentions were for Cadwin, but I would not have him break my new toy.
My baba shook his bullish head. “Of course not, Yasmina. He is your guard. I want him to be suited to protect my bint against his people or ours. Sometimes attacks come from within. He is also not mine to turn our guards on.”
I let my shoulders drop and my expression softened. “I apologize, Baba. Taking an offended stance like that was unfair. Please forgive me.”
The old man smiled and laid his hand on my head sagely. I usually hate when he does that, but this time it did feel healing.
“There’s nothing to forgive, Yasmina. You’re looking to protect the Christian. He’s alone in a strange place, surrounded by people different from him. You’re worried about him. It’s understandable, and it is a trait that shows your quality.”
I smiled and left my chair to wrap my arms around his shoulders. “Thank you, Baba.” I kissed the top of his white-haired head.
Cadwin
After the most informative breakfast, Yasmina informed me that she and her father would be accompanying me to the training yard.
Of course, I was aware. I owed Sir Henry an unplayable debt for insisting I learn Arabic.
While I had Yasmina and the Emir’s protection, I couldn’t be convinced that I would not be the victim of plots on the list, anyway. Being the princess’s new pet didn’t absolve me from the last year of war between me and the men I’d be training with.
Upon meeting the Master of Arms, I was pleased to learn I’d be fully armored and under helmet. I would be allowed my kite shield, which had been brought here. The swords we’d be using were wooden saifs, traditional Arab swords.
There were 10 of us in that list. We warmed up with singles sparring, and then we broke into two teams of five for melee training.
Small unit combat was something I was particularly adept at. Yet, this was when my fear of being ostracized came into being.
At first lay-on, my group formed a spear head, me at the tip. Not only was I not surprised, but I was expecting it when my flanks fell away.
Five well-trained Saracen guards fell on me at once. It wasn’t a game of trying to hit them. It was a simple matter of seeing how long I could go without being it.
Not long. One-on-five are not real odds. It’s a beating sentence.
The gang attack went on for four seconds after I went down to the blows. Four seconds isn’t usually a long time, but it is considerably lengthy when five armed men are raining down on you.
“Hold!” The Master of Arms shouted. “Reset!”
I picked myself up and shook my head. These were the kind of treatments I expected. Only sometimes? The whole time I would be here? The Lord only knew, then.
During the next set, my team held formation, but my four “companions” allowed themselves to be struck down easily. Again, it was a five-on-one education for me.
I got up again. As long as I got up, it was my permission for this to continue. Was I gaining their respect, or was I just giving them more fun?
The games continued like this until I had developed something of a limp from a blow to the outside of my knee. All is fair in actual war, but this was illegal in the realm of practice. This was when it was decided for me that I was done for the day.
Yasmina
I had never watched a man be betrayed like that. It was completely unfair and un-chivalric.
But Cadwin. I had never seen a performance like that in all the times my baba and I had watched the training of our guards.
Cadwin didn’t just get abused. The man took beating after beating and got up each time. He didn’t revolt. He didn’t refuse to get back up. He kept trying to fight.
After a nasty blow to the outside of his knee, he buckled and went down to the other knee. Four of five opponents were about to set upon him when the Master at Hames called a halt.
“Enough for today.” There was no malice behind the Master’s voice. There was no respect or fondness, either. Only indifference. Cadwin had only won the respect of me and my baba.
Once the guards separated, Cadwin stayed on his knee, catching his breath. No doubt, he was preparing to brace for the pain of getting up and moving. Every part of his head and torso had been struck. I did not look forward to seeing where the bruises would form. Where wouldn’t they form?
Our palace guards’ training was already exacting and demanding. The palace guards were the elite of our military society. It was also a close brotherhood. Not only was Cadwin not among their ranks until only yesterday… he was a Christian.
In a rare display, my baba helped Cadwin to his feet.
Cadwin said nothing, but the shock in his stern face said it all. He never could have expected that. I never could have expected that.
“Your Majesty?” Cadwin took in a shaky breath as my baba helped him out of the list.
“That wasn’t a good fight, guardsman.” Baba shook his head. “That was a back alley beating many times over. And you took each one without a whimper. That’s admirable. I will your knight about this on the day you are all ransomed.”
Something panged in my chest at that. Pride for Cadwin. Also, a thorn of pain at the idea that someone would reclaim my crusader.
My baba believed it necessary to have a physician look over Cadwin. After review, nothing was broken, but his knee was sensitive to the touch and could carry little weight. He was placed in a splint and ordered to light duty for three days, whereupon he would be attended again.
That was fine with me. Yes, I was the Princess of Damascus, but I looked forward to playing attendant to my crusader. Pestering him was my new favorite hobby, after all.
The Norman was stubborn, living up to his people’s reputation. He refused a crutch, and limped back to my chambers, where I informed Baba that Asma would be taking care of him there.
I was aware that lying to my baba had drastically increased since yesterday. There was certainly one variable causing this new habit. This variable was the one I had just helped out of chainmail.
“Cadwin, let Asma prepare you a bath.” My voice was just short of pleading.
“Will I be taking this bath unattended, or will you be assisting me like last night?” This damned Norman had a short temper!
I rolled my royal eyes. “Oh, please. Stop acting as if you didn’t enjoy that,” I teased. “If you behave under me and Asma’s care, you can teach me how to properly use my mouth next.”
The bruised man fucking growled at me.
“Beg your pardon?” I snipped in my best haughty princess voice. That may have been the first time I ever used my Courtly voice in my own chambers. The petulant bastard.
“Are you trying to use me teaching you sex as a reward?” His dark and bushy brows came together in a single line. His eyes were blue, but his hair was as dark as mine. Curlier, though.
“Is an inexperienced mouth worse than your hand?” I challenged him.
No growl this time. Shame.
He took off his shirt without any more words, and I grinned victoriously.
“I need a bath. This isn’t for your mouth.” Cadwin sounded resolute, but I had a feeling he wouldn’t fight against my reward too hard.
I rang my little bell again and he glared at me. His look of disdain, acting or actual, didn’t bother me. I’m the princess and I get what I want. What I wanted at that moment happened to be Asma and I bathing him together. Either one of us could have bathed him, but where was the fun in that?
Only moments later, Asma strolled in, calm and collected as ever.
“How come every time I’m summoned, your Norman is missing a tunic?” Her voice was mixed with suspicion and jollity.
“Are you telling me you prefer him covered?” I raised a brow at my friend and favorite servant. Yes, I think she can be both of those at once. Unfortunately for a princess, our relationship was common. As protected as I was, sometimes servants were the only companionship I could find outside of my baba or a suitor.
“No. I do like him this way. It would appear you prefer him like this as well.”
Then, she grimaced. Her sharp eyes assessed Cadwin’s body. Both colorful and dark bruises were beginning to form.
“Cadwin had a rough day training with the palace guards,” I explained. Looking over to the warrior in question, I saw his cobalt eyes watching us. Curious. He could obviously tell we were discussing him.
“Did you make a bad bet on choosing him as your sword?” Asma teased me.
Had she been anyone else, she’d be facing reprimands. This was Asma, and she spoke to me like we were friends behind closed doors. I had told her how much I valued her for that, but I wasn’t sure she quite understood. Or believed it.
“Cadwin showed very well during the singles warm-up….”
A look of realization showed quickly on Asma’s face. “The melees didn’t go to well.”
I shook my head. “They didn’t give him a chance. They made it truly clear they didn’t accept him.”
A look of sympathy took over Asma’s sharp features. In reply, Cadwin scowled.
He didn’t want our sympathy. He had it, nonetheless. And he was about to receive some pleasurable treatment from both of us.
“Anyway, Asma. After a grueling day in the list, and having spent so much time in armor, I think our crusader could benefit from a hot bath. And if he’s a good boy, I told him he could teach me how I can pleasure him with my mouth.”
My eyes sparkled with amusement and Asma’s reflected it. Cadwin’s jaw was set. Like I said a certain phrase that pissed him off. Like me calling him a good boy. But… I was speaking Arabic.
Asma caught it too, the change in atmosphere.
“Cadwin?” I asked, turning to face him. “You know Arabic, don’t you? You can understand everything we’ve saying?”
“Aywa (yes),” he responded.
Shit.
Cadwin
My secret was in the light. At least to Yasmina and Asma. All I could do was see what they’d do with it.
The two stared at me like I had spoken some language they had never heard instead of their own.
“At no point have I asked for sympathy,” I continued in Arabic. “Now, I am sore and caked in sweat and sand. With or without you two, I would like that bath.”
Yasmina snapped out of the stupor caused by my surprise. “Yes,” she said simply and led the way.
Somehow, the three of us approaching the baths made me more confident in what we were doing than just Yasmina and I yesterday.
It felt less forbidden. Less secretive. If Yasmina trusted Asma this much, I would too. Not that I had much of a choice.
In the baths, I shed my leg brace, trousers, and britches. There was no point in my acting coy or shameful. Yasmina was the princess, and she’d have what she wanted.
For some reason, what she wanted was me. She wanted my help in breaking her from the erotic, or lack thereof, cage that her father had cast her into.
It wasn’t without reason. If I was the Emir of Damascus, I would lock away my daughter’s reproductive ability until she was married as well.
I wasn’t the Emir’s daughter, however. I was sworn to make his daughter happy. And her happiness, in the short term, apparently included her experimenting with my cock.
I could feel both women’s eyes on my naked back as I stepped into the tub. Only moments later, I was being attended to by two very naked and unbelievably beautiful Saracen women.
Life could be worse.
The bath was surprisingly tame. There was an unnecessary amount of fondling my maleness, and quite a bit of both ladies rubbing their nude bodies on me. I really wasn’t going to verbalize discontentment, for there was none.
Who was I to tell a princess and her favorite servant not to treat me as if I were a prince?
Nothing more happened in the bath, other than both women dutifully drying me off and assisting me back into my clothes.
“Don’t be fooled into thinking I’ll let you keep these on once we get back to my chambers.” Yasmina’s heady whisper in my ear made my spine straighten.
The two women led me back to Yasmina’s private chambers. It was here that Yasmina lived up to her recently spoken word.
“Asma, would you be so kind as to disobedience my bodyguard?”
“With pleasure,” Asma purred and circled me like a stalking wolf. “What then, your highness?” She asked. Her fingers quickly undid the brass clasps holding the front of my tunic closed and pushed it from my shoulders.
Yasmina smiled, taking pleasure in watching me be undressed for her. She was still a princess, after all.
“I want you to show me how to pleasure him with your mouth. But don’t finish him. I want to do it, to make sure I absorbed the lesson,” she said greedily.
Asma’s hands pushed my trousers down to fall around my ankles. Yasmina not allowing me to put my breeches on after my bath made a lot more sense now.
“At least you picked a good crusader,” Asma joked as she took my cock in her hand, her chest pressed to my bare back.
“I certainly approve.” There was a hunger in Yasmina’s eyes that said she liked to watch as much as she liked to experiment herself. I wondered if it would only be Asma seeing me while I was here.
“He had a difficult day, Asma. We should allow him to lie down,” Yasmina said.
Asma’s soft hand released me, and I went to the bed without a word. I didn’t have anything to say.
I was going to give them the satisfaction of letting them know I wanted this more than my body was already doing. Nor was I going to ask them not to do it.
I rested my heads behind my head, giving the insatiable women access to my body.
“Princess, show me you retained your lesson from yesterday.”
A hungry purr rumbled from Yasmina’s pretty mouth. “Yes, Muddaris.”
“Muddaris?” Asma asked, intrigued.
“I call him teacher, since he’s teaching me how to use my body to please him,” Yasmina said sultrily. She sat on the large bed next to my leg and licked her palm.
“Good,” I praised her.
She began to stroke my cock while she played with my balls, and I rewarded her with a groan.
“Did I remember my lesson properly, Muddaris?”
Yasmina’s voice was innocent and unsure, but her movements were anything but. She knew precisely what she was doing, as she had this morning.
“You’re a fast learner. A wonderful student, my Yasmina.”
Asma sighed wistfully as I cupped our princess’s face. “I’ve never seen you like this with anyone before, Yasmina.”
“It’s one of the reasons I enjoy having him.”
Her voice was so sweet that I was almost able to look past the ownership.
Yasmina lowered her head and drizzled a string of spit onto my cock.
“I think I should take over from here. Show you how to use your mouth,” Asma said eagerly.
The servant moved in fast, spearing out her tongue to catch the streaking spit.
It felt good, but I closed my eyes. I pictured Yasmina, not the friend and servant actually servicing me. Princess Yasmina’s tongue running up and down the length of my cock with a deliberate slowness.
Yasmina was so needy, so invested, that she was making adorable little sounds of her own. It was still her hands on my balls, fondling reverently. Her noises of sensual contentment and her careful hand were the points of contact I needed. I could easily pretend it was her mouth on me.
“Tongue, Yasmina. Use lots of tongue,” Asma instructed our student between swipes. “And there’s this delicious little flap of skin. It’s found right at the mouth, here. See?”
I felt just the littlest tip of her tongue on it, and my back arched.
Both women giggled. “I see,” Yasmina said. Even with my eyes closed, I could feel her gaze focused on that little magic spot.
“Know how to use your tongue, pay attention to the tip, and they’re putty in your hand,” Asma instructed.
Just for show, the older and more experienced woman stuck out her tongue, relaxed her jaw, and took me deeper.
She didn’t have me in her mouth long before she was gone. I felt the bed shift, and her mouth was back on me again.
But then I heard the door close.
My cock was allowed to breathe again, and I heard the sweetest voice. “Open your eyes, Cadwin. Watch me.”
Princess Yasmina al-Kabir did not have to tell me twice.
I did as told and saw those beautiful almond-shaped eyes looking up at me. Her perfect lips were pressed to the tip of my cock in an adoring kiss.
I fought every part of me, screaming to reach out and touch her; her shoulder, cheek, hair. Anything. But I kept my hands under my head, pulling my own hair.
Then she teased me. Flicking her tongue out, playing with that little flap of skin.
Just before she wrestled a groan out of me, she moved. She traced the long and rigid central vein of cock down to where it disappeared into my scrotum.
Yasmina chased it. Her tongue lapped at the sensitive place where cock joined sac, and my back arched. I clenched my ass and my toes at the same time.
The damned girl giggled at my response. She was pleased with herself to have discovered that spot.
“So responsive,” she teased. “So, what happens if I….”
I gasped, my mouth staying open. My soul nearly left my body when she wrapped her lips around my balls and suckled it gently.
A groan shamefully left my mouth when she sucked it taut against the skin and rapidly flicked her tongue over it.
“Silly Asma. She didn’t tell me about how important this was.” She had let my ball out of her mouth and repeated the same trick to the other sensitive orb.
Once Yasmina had done enough torture, she kissed her way up my body. My arms weren’t tied behind my back, but they may as well have been.
“Muddaris, I want you inside me,” she whined and kissed my lips.
“No.” I shook my head. “Not yet. You aren’t ready.”
“Fine,” Yasmina pouted. “Then I guess I’ll have to make you spill your seed into my mouth.” She said it as if it was some kind of punishment.
I refused to let myself chuckle. She was the princess. I had just refused her. And I still had my head.
“Very well. Do your worst,” I told her with a scowl.
She licked her lips and began kissing her way down my body again. “So be it.” The words left her lips like she had given me a death sentence.
I felt like she could drain the life from my balls as she slipped my cock past her lips again.
They sealed so perfectly around me that I moaned again. This time, I didn’t care about how I moaned.
Yasmina hummed with my cock in her mouth. The feeling reverberated all the way through me, to my toes, to my fingers. She loved the sound I made as much as I loved hers.
This was dangerous. Lethally dangerous. I feared we would get addicted to each other.
“Empty your balls in my mouth, Muddaris.” Yasmina repeatedly took my tip in her mouth and let it out, making a sweet little *pop* each time.
“It was so delicious last night. Give it to me again.” Yasmina swirled her tongue around the crown and then started stabbing her tongue at the slit like she was trying to fuck it.
“Princess,” I growled. My time was running short, and she was eager to drink her prize.
“I can see your balls getting close to your body again, Muddaris.” Yasmina was smiling, proud of herself as she rapidly jerked me. “Release,” she purred, wrapping her lips around the top.
My body tensed and I grit my teeth. Her tongue was swiping back and forth on the bottom of my crown, working on that sensitive spot so perfectly.
I finally released my own hair and wrapped my hands around her head as I came, filling her mouth and my legs kicking out in spasms.
Yasmina’s eyes lit up as the first shot of her prize hit her tongue. And then she closed them in rapturous bliss as she sucked me dry, just like last night.
And just like last night, she didn’t stop suckling until she was completely done. That freshly educated tongue of hers licked all over my cock, making sure she didn’t miss any.
Once she was finished, she licked her lips and smiled up at me, her chin on my hip.
“Now Cadwin, as your princess and your nurse, I will be taking care of you for these three days. You are to stay in bed and let me regularly drain your balls to make sure you stay healthy and rested.”