The Rock and the Saddle

The Sultan examined in detail the long line of new eunuchs who had been sent from the northernmost lands to perform various functions within the palace; the examination was not limited only to anatomical attributes (or the absence of them), but also to visible physical aspects ..., all were young men of a certain beauty, not infrequently some with a singularity or special attractions. And one of them stood out from the others. It was a young man with bronze-colored brown skin, long smooth and shiny black hair, with an angelic face with slight feminine touches. With curiosity running through his bowels, the Sultan approached him, looking at his face and realizing that he had no hair and much less beard roots; he looked down and touched his belly and also the genitalia, whose incision for extraction had been so perfect that it resembled the female aspect; finally, the Sultan was further incited by looking at the young man's breasts whose discreet prominence constituted an attractive attribute. When the inspection was over, the Sultan summoned the head of the palace guard and instructed on the distribution of the new arrivals, withdrawing shortly thereafter. The military chief had the young candidates accompany him for a tour inside the palace, and as he reached a new area or room, he assigned a eunuch to stay there. Purposely or not, the military chief left Malaika, the eunuch of exotic features, last and his destination was precisely the Sultan's apartments. The young man walked slowly through the huge, imposing and luxurious room, amazed at so much beauty and sumptuousness. "His Highness warned that you would come ..., take off your clothes that we will bathe you", said the soft voice coming from the westernmost corner of the room. Malaika, the eunuch, looked and saw that it was a beautiful woman who wore only a piece of fine silk around her waist; Malaika was impressed by the beauty of the hostess' breasts, whose look was also captivating. The eunuch approached her, and soon three more young women appeared; they surrounded him and helped Malaika undress. Next, they examined Malaika closely and made some comments in an unknown language; a few minutes later, the eunuch was in a huge marble bathtub with three beautiful young women, stroking every part of her body. Malaika felt several shivers running through her body and something inside her seemed to burn without burning. The young women dried the body of the eunuch and covered it with a delicate silk cloak from the easternmost lands, withdrawing from the rooms. Malaika looked around and was amazed by so much beauty and so much ostentation. She was absorbed by the visual spectacle that took a fright when a couple entered the room. The man, of a certain age, was wearing a kind of white robe and had a turban over his head; the woman, already young, was wearing a sari and a cloak over her hair. "Do not be afraid, I am Ashnar, the Sultan's personal physician ..., he sent me here to examine you", said the man in a fatherly voice. The woman merely smiled, but did not say her name, just approached Malaika, sitting on a bench next to a high-backed sofa. "Sit here and relax ... " said the woman, also in a friendly voice. Malaika obeyed, though fearful of both. - I want you to look into my eyes <unk> demanded the woman, holding Malaika's hands <unk> Whatever happens ..., look into my eyes ..., do not turn away from them! He obeyed ..., the man, sat down on the other end of the sofa and opened the cloak, uncovering the body of the eunuch; he seemed to examine the lower abdomen, touching some parts with quite impersonality. Then he opened a small wooden suitcase and took out something from inside. "You will feel something burning, maybe it hurts a little ..., but keep looking at me!" repeated the woman. The doctor made some manipulations in the pelvic region and below, using some sort of metal instrument to then apply some paste . . . , and suddenly Malaika felt the area burn . . . , but not like fire! And it was something so uncontrollable that she thought she had done it ... but, unfortunately, she could not see, because she seemed in a trance, with her will dominated by the look of the unknown woman. Having done this, the doctor again covered the eunuch's body, smiled discreetly and stood up. "It's all right now", said the woman almost in a whisper, caressing Malaika's face. And Malaika fell asleep ..., fell asleep deeply; and slept peacefully for the first time in her life; when she woke up, the first thing her bright eyes saw was the figure of the Sultan; he was standing next to him, who was no longer on the sofa but on the bed ..., and he was naked! -You are very beautiful, Malaika! <unk> he said in a velvety voice, as he took off his clothes <unk> You are a beautiful woman... "Woman, how... how did Your Highness find out?" she asked, anxious and afraid. Malaika had spent a good part of her life disguised as a man to escape the harassment of the men of her tribe ..., and it was so long that she had ended up feeling like a man, acting like one, but never thinking like one. "Look at your body ..., the trick of the elders of your tribe is well known to my doctors ..., come on ..., you can look!" said the smiling Sultan. Malaika lifted her torso and opened her legs ..., her vagina was no longer hidden by a false skin ..., it was free and loose. Unable to restrain herself, the young woman cried, not from sadness, but from joy. "Thank you, Your Highness", said Malaika, in a hushed voice and with her eyes still watery, kissing the Sultan's hand. "How can I thank you?" -Thank you for being mine! <unk> he said with an intense and captivating look <unk> I have wanted you since the first moment my eyes saw you ..., be mine, Malaika ..., mine forever! The young woman looked into the noble's sparkling eyes and realized that the desire was reciprocated; she pulled him by the hand so that he would come over her; Mohaham, the sultan, covered the young woman with his defined body and the two sealed a long and deep kiss. The man, overcome by desire, made his lips walk across the young woman's face, which was sighing with desire; it did not take long for his lips to meet the nipples of the small breasts. He looked at them and then at her; he smiled and began to kiss them; he sucked on those hard, fresh, untouched delights, while his hands felt the discreet warmth of Malaika's skin, until he found her warm, moist sex, which he stroked with immense passion, to the taste of the young woman's lustful groans, writhing under the male. Not content merely to suck his partner's nipples, Mohaham meandered, rubbing himself over the young woman's body, descending until his mouth met the smooth and delicate sex; with his fingertips, he cracked open the region, exposing the glowing moisture that poured from within it; thirsty, the Sultan dipped his face, until his eager tongue met the sweet nectar that he smirked pleasantly. The reaction was immediate in Malaika, who writhing even more, groaned, shouted, stroking her man's hair and asking him not to stop. The Sultan devoted himself to quenching his thirst, at the same time providing Malaika with an almost divine feeling. She wrapped him with her long legs and gave herself to the sweet and delirious pleasure of being sucked by a man. After a long time, Mohaham once again covered the body of his beloved, causing his enormous male and virile member to rub against the warm and soft flesh of Malaika's vagina; she, upon feeling the touch of that hard and pulsating piece of flesh rubbing against her private parts, rejoiced, clasping her man's neck, pleading with him to make her his wife. Without waiting any longer, Mohahan struck vigorously, burying his instrument in the flesh of Malaika, who, feeling filled by it, squeezed her body, moaning in her ear. <unk>Hummm ..., what a tasty sensation! Do with me what you will, my lord and master!<unk>, she stammered, projecting her pelvis in order to feel that speech deeper into herself. The sultan then began pelvic movements that made the member go in and out of Malaika's vagina; the beginning was smooth and rhythmic, like a dance to the taste of the moon and the sound of panting breaths. As everything became more intense, more vibrant, their bodies seemed to dance a dance full of sensuality and desire. And it was in this atmosphere that Malaika experienced her first orgasm, whose energy was so impactful that she felt her whole body shake involuntarily. Mohaham savored that unique moment of bringing pleasure to a woman for the first time, which encouraged him to raise the cadence of the movements, making his partner feel the boundless wave of successive orgasms more and more energetic and deep. Malaika had never had the opportunity to feel female, much less to know pleasure in such a sweet, so intense and so precious way. Every movement of the male, caused her a delicious feeling of belonging, of surrender that she needed to cherish forever in her body and in her mind. They copulated for a long time, forgetting about the world around them, concentrating only on the pleasure and the sweet sensation that he provided. "Let me feel your taste on my lips, my Sultan!" asked Malaika in a tone of delicious and undeniable plea. Mohaham stared at the young woman with a look of enchantment; he got off her and lay down beside her. The young woman, even demonstrating broad inexperience, crouched between the legs of her man and began to admire the huge hard and erect member with a look of wonder. Holding it with some fear of hurting it, Malaika drew it closer to her lips, licking it gently from top to bottom and bottom to top, until she delighted herself with the glans, sucking it with dedication ..., it did not take long for her to discover the hidden delight in tasting the male member of her man ..., Malaika learned fast and the Sultan's moans were the crystal proof that she was giving him great pleasure. Before the Sultan gave himself up, Malaika was on top of him, driving his member towards his vagina with incredible skill. Feeling filled by the bulky male instrument, she leaned on the Sultan's broad chest, bending enough so that his pelvis could move up and down, swallowing and pulling the rod from his entrails. Mohaham was ecstatic with that form of copulation, unheard of for him, mainly from the female's initiative. And madness took over both of them, with Malaika going up and down on her partner's member, who, in turn, held her by the waist, rhythming the movements ..., until over ..., the mutual enjoyment! It was a common ecstasy, crowned by moans, sighs, whispers and cries that most resembled a unisoned chorus of climax of absolute pleasure. Sweaty, exhausted and exhausted of vital energy, they were overcome by the pleasure they had brought upon themselves. Hours later, Malaika awoke to the affectionate kisses of Mohaham, who had taken her captive by his beauty. "And now my lord ..., what will become of me?" she asked, after kissing him on the face several times. -You will live here ..., with me <unk> replied the Sultan in a soft, comforting and confident voice <unk> You will live here, in the inner circle of the palace ..., for all, you will remain my eunuch ..., my favorite ..., that is, if you want it so. "I can no longer live without you, my lord", Malaika replied, her voice soft and her eyes bright. "I will serve you in any way and in any way you wish... I am yours and yours alone!" And from that day on, Malaika lived in the Sultan's palace, disguised as a "favorite eunuch"; during the day she performed her duties as a servant and caretaker of the royal apartments ..., during the night she served to satisfy the desires and the passion that the Sultan nurtured for her ..., they were never discovered, and it is said that they were buried together ..., to live forever