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What you are capable of largely depends on who you are with.
-Master Fjeld
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Oma led the harem girls into Bilrah's private rooms. Keralan trailed behind, sensing a quiet tension amongst them. At the end of one dark hallway, a small light beamed down on a black door. The girls stopped when they reached it and leaned against the walls as if they knew they would be waiting. Oma stood to the side of the door, busy with her control panel.
Keralan studied the door. A large red diamond stretched from the top and bottom of the door and across to either side. The red shape was stamped with intricate gold designs and featured within was a figure of a beautiful woman.
They waited for what seemed like a long time. No one spoke. Keralan would have liked for someone to say something to get her mind off the fact that her heart was beating a little too fast. Focusing on thoughts of what she might do wrong, Keralan grew more and more nervous. She couldn't seem to calm herself down, no matter how many deep breaths she took. By the time the door slid open, Keralan felt shaky and ill.
The girls entered the room in front of her slowly, apparently in no hurry. As Keralan stepped through the threshold, she was taken aback by the surroundings so much that she almost stumbled into Mira in front of her. The walls were decorated with rich ruby red satin bearing romantic designs in black and gold. The thick lengthy velvet curtains at the windows were a rich sultry red that practically glowed. The rugs all around were medium-pile red Persian carpet, the likes of which Keralan had never seen in person before. There were iron vases and containers here and there holding deep red roses.
However stunning the décor, it was the fire that entranced Keralan most. In an enormous black stone fireplace, real flames licked at large glowing logs. Fire also burned in old-world torches set into brackets where columns of carved stone appeared to be growing out from the walls. Fire, or to be exact, real fire, was heavily restricted due to environmental and safety concerns. It was about as taboo as anything. The only real fire Keralan had ever seen was on candles for her birthday, which was a privilege that most children never had. That was why when Keralan saw the full roaring fire, she was absolutely mesmerized. Keralan loved it so much that all her anxiety burned up with it.
Everything in the room seemed richer and more lustrous in the firelight. The gleaming polished dark wood, red leather, soft fabrics, and wrought iron all took on a mysterious, yet comforting quality. Keralan breathed in the smoky scent of the burning wood in the warm air. It was a heavenly aroma that sparked something within her, almost like an ancestral memory within her very DNA. It calmed and soothed her nerves.
Keralan barely noticed the few guards stationed around the perimeter of the room. In the center of the room, at the edge of the huge red carpet, Bilrah lounged on a low black sofa, not unlike the one he had sat on when she first met him. He wasn't wearing his suit jacket any longer, nor did the others where they sat on the carpet in a loose circle with Bilrah elevated to one side. Some had drinks in their hands.
The men didn't seem to take much notice of the girls at first. They were deep in some conversation that Keralan didn't even try to follow. Then, she noticed a familiar face. Her entire body responded against her will. It was Ket, the man who had cornered her earlier, and he was already staring back at her. For a moment she froze. She didn't want anyone to know how he made her feel. Not knowing what was appropriate, she gave him a small smile and nod and looked away.
The other men there appeared to be around the same age as Bilrah and Ket, though in the firelight Keralan could not be sure. One by one, the girls went to sit amongst them on the carpet. She noticed Urda position herself behind a man with reddish brown hair and a beard. She knelt and began to massage his shoulders. Finally, all the girls were sitting, with Keralan left standing, unsure. Fortunately, only a few awkward moments passed before Bilrah made eye contact with her and gestured her over. She breathed a sigh of relief and went to him.
"Men, men, I must apologize," his voice rose above the rest, "I don't think I can continue our discussion any longer. See here," he spun Keralan around to face the men and pulled her down to sit directly on his lap, his arms circled around her middle, "this is my newest concubine. Just arrived, in fact. A beauty, isn't she?" There was assent from all the men.
Keralan felt her cheeks flush hot. She was dismayed at how much she liked feeling the warmth of Bilrah's body through her dress. She hadn't expected him to pull her so close, so soon. His strong scent could be detected even with the smoky air. She peered around in the dim light at men staring at her. Ket held her gaze with an intenseness that made her look away once again.
Keralan then turned her attention to the way the girls were behaving. They were each softly touching, sitting close to, or even whispering into one of the guest's ears. They batted their eyes and gave sly smiles. They laughed and giggled. Keralan knew it was their job, but it was strange to witness their transformation into actresses. The way the men were so fixated on them, it seemed they knew exactly what they were doing.
They had been sitting for less than a minute before the man with Urda stood up with her on his arm. Someone asked him where he was going. He calmly said in a very proper tone that he would be retiring. The other men heckled him and called him horrible names that Keralan hadn't heard before. Unruffled, he said his goodbyes and left the room with Urda.
When the door closed behind them, Bilrah said, "my friends, I am so glad to have you all here tonight to celebrate with me. It has been an amazing year and I think that we have nothing but more fortune in our futures. With you all on board with me, I hope, no, I believe, that we can reach new heights. This world is ours," he said confidently. The men offered their hands in prayer position to show their gratitude. "Each one of us has made such an effort in the last few months, and I realize that we still have a long way to go, but for now, I think it is time to stop and," Bilrah paused as if for dramatic effect, and then declared, "have some fun!"
The men called out, "yeah!" almost in unison. They lifted their glasses, clinked them together, and downed whatever filled them. Keralan noticed that servants in their black robes had entered the room and were already poised to refill their cups.
"I will have you know," Bilrah called out after slamming his cup down on a nearby table, "that I have been starving my darlings of attention. They have not been to my bed for quite a while."
"Oh yeah right!" one of the men shot back, laughing, "you're just saying that for our sake. You think we don't know that you have been pounding these poor girls?"
Keralan, still sitting on Bilrah's lap, could feel the vibration of his voice against her as he spoke. "But you see," he said, "I wanted to be fair to my new girl. Wouldn't you agree that she deserves a fresh cock?"
The room erupted in laughter and shouting from the men, along with giggles from the girls. Suddenly, Keralan felt Bilrah's breath on her neck. For a split second she thought he might kiss her. Instead, he whispered into her ear, "don't worry, this is all for their entertainment." He pulled away. "And Mira, you naughty thing. What have you been doing to the girls in my absence?"
Keralan felt fear rise within her. Did he know?
Mira laughed and said, "what do you think men?" with a wicked grin on her face.
"You dirty slut," the slightly chubby man next to Finora called out. Keralan noticed that he was running his large ring fingered hand over Finora's thigh. She smiled shyly. To Keralan, even in the poor lighting, it seemed fake.
Mira continued, "well I can't help it! What would you men do if you were constantly surrounded by pretty girls, prancing around wearing nothing at all? It's not my fault they haven't been fucked in so long!" It was obvious by the comments that the men were enjoying it, whether they believed it or not. Bilrah didn't seem to mind.
The man with Anja called out, "I can take care of all of you," he hiccupped, "girls tonight."
Ket said, "Oh fuck, Chambers. You think your junk is made of gold."
Chambers responded with, "well maybe it is. At least that's what your girls say after I've spent a few hours with them."
"Yeah, yeah," Ket said with amusement as the men around them laughed.
Despite the foul language and apparent insults that went back and forth for a few minutes, Keralan sensed that it was all in fun, or at least she thought so. Assessing the situation was difficult for her. She had no previous experiences with which to compare it. Every new moment felt like it had to be translated for her, and unfortunately her brain was slow to keep up with the action.
Mira interrupted them.
"Men, you're so silly. We," she emphasized, "we, will take care of you tonight. One and all. Short and tall. Large cock and small." The room erupted with roaring laughter. A few men pointed at the youngest man, Francis, who was frowning and objecting loudly. Mira cut in with, "But you know my darlings, there is one girl here who has known no cock! She is one of those rare species of girls known as a virgin," she said, giggling and covering her mouth.
The men all turned their attention on Keralan. She would have been angry with her friends back home for saying such a thing to a group of men. They wouldn't have, of course, since they were polite. Besides, they were all virgins themselves. Chambers, with a lewd gesture, offered to help her with her problem, saying that his huge cock could break her in. Then, the others chimed in with reasons they would be a better choice.
Keralan could do nothing but stare back at the strange faces in awe. She wondered if it was normal the way they were behaving. It was such a shock to be openly discussing her virginity, as if it was up for auction. According to Bilrah, she would not have to do anything she didn't feel comfortable with and she was fairly certain that included being broken in by one of his guests. Her mind spun around and around, trying to determine the reason she was there.
Just then, in a moment of pure clarity, Keralan, knew exactly what she needed to do.
She stood up from Bilrah's lap to address the guests. A hush came over the group. It was clear that some of the girls were alarmed. Perhaps they thought she had taken offense and was about to make a scene. But Keralan didn't care. She turned to the man named Francis and spoke with a confidence she didn't know she had.
"Sir, these men are fools." It was quiet save for the crackling of the fire. "A handsome man with a small cock is exactly what a virgin like me prays for."
The response was immediate. Their hoots and calls of surprise were followed immediately by laughter. They demanded him to 'whip it out' and 'ruin her.' Keralan was glad to see that Francis was smiling. He leaned back with a smirk and motioned for her to come over. She smiled coyly but ignored him.
She turned to Chambers and said, "but a slut like Mira might suit you best, sir."
Again, they responded with surprise and amusement. For this she was pleased, though the shock in Mira's expression concerned her. A thin, brown-skinned man next to Mira, fondled her breast. He leaned towards her to whisper something in her ear. She wasn't smiling. Keralan hoped she hadn't offended her, but it was too late to take it back.
"But," Keralan spoke loudly over the noise, "but gentlemen, gentlemen. Tonight, Bilrah is the only man for me. I do," she paused for effect, "prefer a fresh cock." And with that she ceremoniously sat back down on Bilrah's lap while they called out and made suggestive comments.
She sat there, seeing the smiles on their faces. In terms of entertaining a group of men, she was satisfied that she had done the right thing. The only person in the room, including Mira, who seemed to have recovered swiftly, that didn't appear amused, was Ket. She found herself wanting to know what he was thinking.
Bilrah spoke into her ear again, "very good Keralan. I want more."
Keralan wondered what more she could do that would seem natural and still be entertaining. Then a tiny memory, from the back of her mind, surfaced. Perhaps it was because it was one of the few naughty things she had heard about. There was very little in her life experience that seemed appropriate for the party. It was all she had to go on and the irony was that the information had come from her uncle, from his school days. She forced herself to brush off the image of Henry's disapproving scowl. She had a job to do.
"Has anyone here ever played spin the bottle?" Keralan asked the group. She wasn't sure if the men had played the game in their youth. Henry had said that it was sinful. She hoped to God it was.
"No, what is that? A game?" one of the men asked.
"It's a drinking game, right?" Francis asked.
No one else made any other guesses. Keralan smiled, glad that no one had heard of it.
"Well, no. But it does involve an empty bottle. Is there a bottle anywhere we could use Bilrah?" she requested.
"We can get one," he answered.
Then Chambers called out, "how about this? Would this work?" He produced a bottle from behind him on a tray. It was a clear glass liquor bottle with a small label.
"Yes, that will do," Keralan answered. There were a few jokes about where the bottle was to be inserted. She ignored them and proceeded to give instructions.
First, she told Bilrah to sit on the carpet to form a tight circle with everyone else. She detected a slight reluctance from him to do so, but he cooperated. She leaned forward and placed the bottle on its side in the middle of the circle.
Keralan explained the rules. One person spun the bottle and whomever it pointed nearest, they had to kiss. She didn't know if there was anything else to the game, so she left it at that. Next to her, she saw Bilrah quickly access his control panel, while the guests and the girls discussed the strange game. A moment later a dour old servant man in a black robe appeared with a cart bearing a collection of bottles of liquor and small glasses. He went around the room and served everyone. Keralan took her cup and looked at Bilrah. She wasn't sure she should drink it. He seemed to understand her questioning look. He whispered to her that there was no alcohol in either of theirs. She nodded, gratefully.
Keralan raised her glass as if in a toast and then added quickly, "last one to finish theirs starts the spinning!" She quickly tipped her cup into her mouth. Whatever it was had a sour and bitter taste but did not taste of alcohol. She coughed and grimaced a little after swallowing, which she realized made it more realistic.
It turned out that Tian was the last to drink. She crawled into the middle of the circle, unashamedly showing off her fabulous body, and spun the bottle. It came to rest pointing closest to a man named Seth, who was sitting to Keralan's left. The hooting and teasing made the man blush. Keralan was glad she wasn't the only one who got embarrassed. Tian crawled to him seductively, grabbed his face and pulled him to her. The noise in the room grew for their kiss, followed by applause.
Keralan was pleased to see they were enjoying the game. She explained that it was Seth's turn to spin the bottle. His spin landed on another man. Jokes shot back and forth. Keralan quickly explained that Mira was the closest female, so he should kiss her. When he went to her, she grabbed his bottom while he clearly tongued her.
Then it was Mira's turn. Keralan's stomach clenched when the bottle ended up aimed directly at her. The men hooted and called when Mira crawled over to her. Apparently, Mira did not intend to kiss the nearest man. Keralan knew she had to make the best of things. She prepared herself to kiss Mira like it was the only thing she ever wanted.
Mira peered at Keralan where she sat, with her piercing blue eyes, and said, "I say we change the rules a bit." Keralan swallowed, wondering what she had in mind. She was suddenly very sorry for upstaging her.
Mira rose up on her knees, leaned in close, and whispered into her ear, "You think you know what you're doing. But you have no idea." She pulled away and raised her voice to address the group. "I say the bottle spinner gets to kiss the person, or," she paused, smiling, "take off a piece of clothing."
Keralan's face went hot. Mira smiled then, like she was enjoying Keralan's discomfort. Unsurprisingly, the men liked the idea. Keralan bit her lip, terrified at the turn of events. The look of pleasure on Mira's face angered her. She wasn't going to let a drop-dead gorgeous monster of a woman make her feel like she was nothing.
"Take it off!" the men called out. Keralan blushed even as she steeled herself for what Mira would remove. All she had on was a dress, bra and panties. Mira told Keralan to stand up. Keralan forced herself to stand up as proud and tall as she could muster. Then, to her surprise, Mira put her hands on her ankles and moved them slowly up her legs.
The men loved it, especially when Mira put her hands behind her back and ducked her head under the skirt of Keralan's dress. Mira used her teeth to pull her thin panties down each hip and then down her legs. There was applause all around. Keralan stepped out of the tiny black lace panties. Then Mira stretched them on her fingers and sent them flying. They landed right on top of Francis's head. Francis grabbed them, gave them a sniff, and then tucked them into his pocket with a grin amongst the laughter and hollering. Keralan was mortified. She sat back down on the ground.
Keralan had almost forgotten about Bilrah. He leaned over to her and asked under his breath if she was okay. Keralan nodded. Mira had woken a fierce stubbornness within her. She was absolutely determined to show her, and Bilrah for that matter, that she could handle their adult world. However, Keralan was so distracted that Mira had to remind her that it was her turn to spin the bottle. Keralan tried to appear unflustered and took the bottle into her hand. She whirled it on the carpet. When the bottle stopped, Keralan glanced up to see where it aimed. It was pointed at Ket. He wasn't smiling.
Nervously, she crawled to him. At her approach, he leaned back onto his elbows, waiting and watching her. She reached out for his shirt, gently taking the smooth fabric of his collar into her hands. She could either kiss him or remove something. He wore a shirt, pants, and socks. The thought of undoing his clothing, felt so intimate. It was the same with a kiss. But ultimately, she had to make a choice.
Rather than working at the buttons at his chest, she hastily pulled Ket to her and kissed him on the lips. Even while they were pressed together, Keralan couldn't help but think how strange it was that he was the first person she ever kissed. She had no idea what she was doing. Uncertain, she held her lips against his for four long seconds and decided it was enough, but Ket had other ideas.
He didn't let it end. Pulling her body closer, so that she was practically laying on top of him, he slipped his tongue between her lips. To Keralan's surprise and secret delight, he moaned against her. She was immediately aroused. His mouth tasted of the alcohol he was drinking. Abruptly, he pulled up her dress at the back and spanked her bare left cheek hard. She couldn't help but make a small noise in reaction against Ket's lips. Around her, Keralan could hear the group encouraging him.
Finally, he ended the kiss and whispered into her ear, "It's a shame you belong to Bilrah."
Against Keralan's good sense, she was excited by the way he talked to her and treated her. Not horrified. Not angry. She was physically excited. She couldn't understand why. There was something dangerous about him. Every shred of her consciousness knew this, and yet her arousal was undeniable.
When she was no longer stunned, she pulled away from him and he let her go. Back in her spot next to Bilrah, Ket continued to stare at her as if he could see right through her. She was afraid he could, or that Bilrah might as well. Ket loudly called for another round of whiskey, to which Bilrah tapped one of twenty icons that appeared on his forearm. Once again, the servant came, and they were all handed a small glass of liquor.
A satisfied grin on his face, Ket raised his glass and said, "thank you Keralan. Now that I've had a kiss from you, I'm changing the rules again. Now," he paused, "we will remove clothing exclusively."
Everyone cheered, except for Keralan. No matter how much she tried, she couldn't summon a smile and wondered if maybe Mira was right after all. The game and the evening had taken a turn. She didn't know where it was headed. She recalled that Bilrah had come up with a signal, knowing full well it was going to be hard for her, but she refused to even think about touching her necklace.
The game went on. Ket took off Anja's dress. Anja undid Bilrah's tie. Bilrah disrobed Tian. Tian removed Seth's pants. This went on and on and on until half the girls were practically naked, and most of the men were only partly. Keralan tried to stay focused. She had been lucky in having been skipped by the bottle for about twelve rounds.
Then it was Ket's turn again. The bottle spun wildly, finally resting pointed at Keralan. She couldn't believe it. What were the chances? But it wasn't just the fact that it was Ket. It was the fact that she knew he was going to take off her dress that caused her anxiety. She remembered the necklace. She was desperate to signal Bilrah. He could rescue her, somehow.
She glanced at Ket, his naked muscular upper body, gleaming in the firelight. He peered at her, his eyes moving down to her dress. She looked to Bilrah for a moment. He made no attempt to save her. Ket wasted no time in coming over to her and before she knew it, he started to unzip her dress. Keralan was glad that she had a bra on, however revealing it was. It was all that kept her from being completely nude.
He stood up, a little unsteady, and offered her his hand. He pulled her up. Forcefully, he turned her around to face away from him. Her eyes met Bilrah's as excitement built within her, strong as fire, but uninvited. She couldn't read what he was thinking with his blank stare.
At her back, Ket finished unzipping her dress. He slipped his hands into her dress and caressed her skin as the dress came down, falling to the ground at her feet. Keralan did her best to keep from covering herself instinctually. She could feel every cell in her body as everyone's eyes roamed over her.
"The virgin is nude!" one of the men called out.
It was like a little victory for them. Keralan heard some lewd remarks and Francis let her know that his offer still stood. Ket's hands lingered over her bare hips as he stood behind her. When they started to wander toward the front of her body, Keralan tensed up. She looked to Bilrah. She didn't know what to do.
Bilrah nodded then, as if in answer to her discomfort. He glanced to his right and made an almost imperceptible signal with his hand. Before she knew what was happening, Jewel was there. She skillfully distracted Ket and led him back to his spot on the floor.
Bilrah said, "okay now Keralan spins the bottle." Relieved that he had stepped in and taken control of the situation, she crouched down, keeping her legs together as best she could. She spun the bottle. When it stopped, she realized that it pointed at Bilrah.
She was glad that it was him. Bilrah's tie and shirt were already off. He wore no shoes or socks. There was only one option. She walked over and pulled him up to stand with her. Then she knelt carefully and undid his pants. The group called out all sorts of things. Keralan didn't understand all the terms they used. They called Bilrah a sex bot. They made comments about his package. They even shouted to Keralan to suck it. She ignored it all.
Finally, she was able to pull his pants down. It felt very awkward to have her face so close to him, with only one layer of dark fabric veiling his nudity. She couldn't help but see the bulges of flesh just inches from her face. But she had done it. She stood up. He wore nothing but his underwear, and she, only her bra.
Unexpectedly, Bilrah grabbed one of her hands and raised it to the ceiling with his and announced that they were the winners. Keralan didn't think there were supposed to be winners or losers, but she forgot to care when Bilrah suddenly lifted her up and over his shoulder in one swift movement. She shrieked in surprise. Her torso hung down his back side. She was hinged over him, her bottom on display for all. She heard the men calling out what he should do to her. Keralan was horrified to realize that the men wanted to watch.
Bilrah spoke over the din, saying, "sorry my friends, but some things are too good to share." They booed him, but Bilrah turned around, heading for an exit. Keralan couldn't help but turn her head to look back.
Things had begun to happen. A man with Tian was already thrusting into her from behind while she crouched on all fours. Another man was gathering her long hair, pulling her head back. She opened her mouth to accept his erect flesh. She was moaning. Mira was kissing Finora in front of a few men who were yanking on themselves.
Keralan soaked in the information. She was seeing naked men for the first time. Only a few moments of it filled in so many blanks. Then her gaze settled on Ket. She was startled to see Jewel's hand sliding up and down the stiff protrusion within is pants. But he wasn't looking at Jewel. He was looking at her.
Keralan couldn't tear her eyes away from him until he was out of view.