Chương 4: In The Mist Of The Gold Coast
I met the handsome Arch No. 1 on my escape from my kingdom.
And so I meet handsome No. 2 suddenly.
(Amide)
It is written Omid or Amide. But you can read it. Amid
And while the sea of gold breezes calm the surprise, and I tell him who I am, he surprises me in another way. He got down on one knee, and said earnestly as he bowed his head:
"Excuse me for my ignorance of your high denominator, Princess."
I was bridled by the movement of his majestic body, for the maximum kinetic recognition I received from the servants of my stolen kingdom was only the greeting of the head, according to our proud culture of Kandor; so I raised his chin with my fingers to get up, and I say carelessly:
"What Princess am I without the pink throne?!"
He got up lightly, and he eagerly said he had not managed to hide them:
"With the Rokushta sword, no weapon can defeat me. I promise you help to return to your city (city of roses) won triumphantly. Do you have the map"
I was putting it safely inside my leather dress, so I felt it on my side in the inside secret dress pocket, but I still needed to check his intentions:
"Amide... Give me time to rest from my travels, and tomorrow we start our way."
He knocked for a moment as if he was upset or perhaps Sorry by my words, but raised his face with a clear smile from behind his long, charming hair:
"Well, my princess... We will spend the night here and then continue on our way, the night on the Gold Coast is very foggy, and it hinders movement".
His nearby red horse neighed as if he shared his opinion, so I nodded in agreement.
He ordered his maid, so she set up a big tent; divided it in two; headed for one when the sunset, and I went for the second.
We were separated by a thick skin membrane, but it did not completely block the sound.
I heard some of the legendary tales told by his servant to amuse her handsome master. but I did not understand most of them, because the language of the Washinians like them was somewhat different from ours.
But I grew tired.
My curse was preventing me from having s*x with men, and I thought about how evil that old witch who cast her spell on the dynasty of princesses, was in revenge on my old grandfather, King Magal. I thought when I was a hottie I was trying to do mastur*ation, I succumbed to sleep, giving myself hot dreams, and my dreams are all semi-real so that I wake up out of breath and completely wet as if I had fu*ked a real man. The earliest examples are what I felt in Arch's previous Dream.
But I dreamed nothing that night, and because of the ineffectiveness of the leather curtain in the tent, I was disturbed by the sounds of pleasure coming from the Department of Omid and his prominent chest maid.
In the darkness, I saw a hole of light at the end of the curtain, and I was drawn to it. They had forgotten some firewood burning for warmth, and when I looked out of the hole I saw in the glow one of the most pleasant scenes of my life.
At first, the maid took out from her chest a small statue, in the form of a male organ, with a base of relatively small test*cles compared to the size of a di*k; stopped it on the base; then knelt before it, and reached for this strange pagan god, saying:
"May the curse of the sacred pen*s be upon me if I do not enjoy my lord and king of myself."
Weird! Do the maids in Washin wish their masters ritualistic enjoyment?
Then, she opened her legs without taking off her dress and wrapped it up, and Amid confidently advanced, he did something with his tongue carefully and smoothly, until the maid completely relaxed, releasing a faint moan.
Omid's actions trigger my body so hard, that I salivate and silently swallow it, and my fingers creep in without feeling what I'm doing, to do something for myself. My right-hand rubs my v*lva, and my left one presses my left bre*st.
Blood began to flow in my body, and I imagined that I was her...
The maid.
Amide is not sucking her clit***s. He's sucking my clit***s.
L*ck me...
I am the one who groans the groans of pleasure.
And then, after he completely ignites me, it's not the maid who stretches her hand under his cloak and takes out his c**k... Oh, my God! What are these veins? What is this snake tattoo? Does a man in the whole world tolerate having his sensitive pe**s tattooed? What a power! What a size! This time it's bigger than a few hours ago in the sea... Much bigger!
I want this erect thing so badly! May the gods help me.. May this beautiful holy god of the maid help me.
I'm taking it out, not her...
I'm the one who starts su*king it.
He told her in his monotonous deep voice:
"You're strangling him brilliantly, Shirin, in your throat."
Did... Did Shirin say or did I indulge myself in imagining her place, so much so that I remembered the fake name that I used with the minister (Rafiq)
Damn it! She does it professionally... It's compared to what I did to a vile minister, like Cyrus, compared to a slow kandorian duck.
Even watching this amazing pe**s, I think of your pet, Arch... I miss you.
The maid said after she took his c**k out of her mouth:
"I miss you, sir."
This overlap of names and words confused me and got me into a dream-like spiral.
I raise my eyes so that our gaze, my submissive gaze, and his confident gaze meet.
I can't speak now because his thing fills my mouth, but my gaze contains all the dialog, my gaze asks him:
"Am I enjoying you, my Lord?" Do you feel good? Have you seen how good I am? I am your servant and in your hands?"
And he says in his sweet, melodious voice:
"Yes, that's how good you are. Excellent job."
The moment I take it out of my mouth to take my breath away, my wet fingers don't stop rubbing it. Then my lips came back to surround it, enclosing the bracelet with the wrist.
I moan the long, quiet moan of pleasure, while the palms of my hands rest on the top of his muscular, bare thighs. The fingers of my hand are open as if it wanted to contain his thigh in vain.
I don't know now if I am the maid or the princess. Are both my hands on his thighs, or is my hand caressing my p**sy underneath, inflaming it more and more.
Or is he fu**ing both of us?
Whispering:
"Deeply... Deep, Shirin."
I Nearly tell him "under your command, Sir"،
But his big thing fills my mouth, hindering my ability to speak and respond.
Was it the maid's pain or me? I don't know... The euphoria mixed it up and confused everything in my mind.
"Deeply... Deep, Shirin."
His words have a universal effect. I do not know whether they are a call from the past, the present, or the future, and my groans are getting stronger.
Ooh! Kneeling on my knees, shaking forward and backward.
He changed the Doggy style, when I completely undressed and rode over him.
But it doesn't stop!
He changes the pose to the lateral position, having completely undressed, and his whole copper muscles protruded.
And my honey flows.
He eja**lates fourth, fifth, and sixth.
Until I finally squ**ted and poured water.
And here I paid attention.
It was her, not me.
But deep down it was me, and on my fingers, it was my honey.
And I slept deeply, and happily. In the mist of the Gold Coast.
***
Encyclopedia of The Waste World (TWW)
Genesis of tongues
Brothers of Darkness
Sher Kuhar waited to keep the secrets and knowledge of The Knights of Sphere in a special cosmic locker, like a dark hole in the fabric of space, until the division of the fifteen planets of thirteen worlds, made each of them a spirit responsible for the status of the creatures of this world, except for three creatures he created himself, with an unknown substance:
The First lives on Biometra itself and has helped him to create the thirteen cosmic spirits, and this is all that is known about him, so he can be called the Aide.
The second (Swasif) or systems, who lives above the planet (the Long Shadow), a creature whose true existence cannot be understood, because its existence depends on your understanding of the way time goes, which is a fixed way as a ray of light as your science used to, while for Swasif this is not the only way, so he could even generation (Ama) that carried in (Jupiter)/(The Great Window), (Kharmil) and (Mercury )/(Flower Carpet) from Cher Kohar personally, Although she is the granddaughter of the grandson of (Magran of the Thousand Spears) and make their birth go in reverse, in the sense that they gave birth to these bodies The living, though they exist, because after they gave birth, time went backward, until a certain point, when the solar system began to form in the first hundred Eras in the First Time, where these bodies grew and time returned naturally for (Ama) to give birth to them later! It is a very complex story that is beyond human mental capacity to comprehend.
The third (Magran of the Thousand Spears), who - before being killed by the tyrants (Naivashta) fabrication (the Brothers of Darkness) - gave birth to his only son (Sharmarand), who in turn, before being killed in the same way, gave birth to his son (Sadun), whose daughter (Ama) - among the descendants of the Black Gods - The Great Roc.
Back to the Knights and Guardians of the Sphere, they were at first thousands of knights, from all thirteen worlds - Except the planet (Stray) on which the thirteen cosmic spirits congregate - they had a unified leadership council, and they could prevent the Brothers of Darkness from dominating the Sphere or damaging and corrupting the worlds; Until the Black Gods appeared above The Waste World - and its name was like this considering what would be, that is, a predictive name - the gods united with the Brothers of Darkness to make war and intrigue,
to be continued…
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