Summer Rains
To kevin, it was as a foreign a display as a luncheon with a sultan. "oh. the puppies don't get in the way if i strap 'em down. why?" she asked and began to pull on her jeans. "nothing, i just thought it'd be uncomfortable to wear."
Arc 3 Chapter 1: The Spawn
I am izrail, sultan of hamunaptra and keeper of the entrance to duat, the realm of the dead.
The Traveling Slave Pt7
It told the tale of leeshe, a gazelle pleasure slave in a fictional kingdom that perhaps resembled the sultanates a little too closely for it to be entirely coincidence. she too was a gold collar and a highly prized one at that.
The Wolf King 2: Red Riding Hood
He growled, "when i defeated the turks hundreds of years before you were born, i crucified and impaled every man in the sultan's army. do you think i can be defeated by you creeping jackals?" he then disappeared into the shadows.
Merchant of fate
This falcion belonged to the captain of the imperial guard at the court of the sultan of d'ashtan. the grand vizier was beheaded with this weapon.
Schicksalshändler
Dieses falcion gehörte dem hauptmann der kaiserlichen garde am hof des sultans von d'ashtan. der großwesir wurde mit dieser waffe enthauptet.
Caverns of The Slith
Her well-trained tongue parted the thin-scaled labia to dig into the pink, fleshy interior and almost unconsciously, she applied the cunnilingual tricks she'd recently picked up in the harems of the immortal sultan of mirage city.
The Sparks of an Ancient Light
Replied the golden eagle, and the sultan bowed once more, "than i pray it serve you well."
Chasing the Unicorn - PART 2: LACHHEIM
"by the brass domes of khorrit and the sultan's brass balls!" he swore, spitting blood on the pavestones, tears streaming black lines down his cheek from his kohl-lined eyes.
New Arrivals
Anitra found herself briefly reminded of that time she'd purchased an actual, honest-to-goodness sex-slave in order to help keep blake occupied while she was off infiltrating a sultan's harem.
Experimenting in College
Sort of like the rounder sultans that one sometimes saw in history books, their size working not to make them look lazy, foppish, or unhealthy, but instead rulers of their domain so confident in themselves, so brilliant at what they did, that they could do
Isik after the Crash
Imagine living like a sultan surrounded by a harem… well, that was that moment. that was my entire life at that instant when i spent the remainder of that day getting my balls rubbed with that jelly and even my pisshole teased.