The Slave Sultana 5. The Food

With an eager twist the delicate head of the vial came off in her hand and while she moved, the Mosul silk slip which had awkwardly masked her rosy curves drifted down on the onyx tiles.

She didn't mind the black slave's widening gaze as she stood triumph in her nude with the Sultan's promise in hand. She didn't mind anything now that she knew tonight will simply be like all other ones. Her heart had finally stopped its toxic worries, she'd won again tonight. He had knew every one of the other sluts of the harem before he met her, and knew the taste of all their tongues. But, these three years, he had only known her- day and night. Feathers, feathers tickled her heart as she thought of her duty, and in her thoughts, she seemed to hear the distant echoes of his coming footstep again.

The slave stood, watching. This...too was his duty, and he, like the several other nameless, illiterate creatures before him had the rare trust of witnessing what must happen next whenever she would receive such a gift. He would have to watch her cherish every sip. 

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The vial was turned above the bowl and from the inside of the delicate vial escaped tendrils her royal lover's gifts. It came in a slow, deliberate bead of white, thick and ominous like living melted cheese. It came with his familiar pungent smell, evidenced by the stain of dark gold that coiled together until the two colors, plopped into a swirl into her porcelain bowl, the length of his waxy white reclined like a lazy dragon in a fine golden puddle of of his rancid hashish scented musk.

As if possessed by a cat, she looked coquettishly up at her silent witness- who- though long castrated from stones to pillar, was nonetheless and nothing less than her master's hungry eyes.

Her long tongue snailed out and tickled the amber liquid, drawing a little sip while lapping the rest of its golden contend with her tip. With a gasp, she felt a tiny life drawing into her as she tasted him- all of him, all of him that he only deigned for her and her alone to relish out of a thousand of his hellcat whores in his harem. It tasted like victory. Despite it being her only daily meal for months, along with rose petals and milk, she made a show of relish each drawn out strand of yellowed web.

Like a potion, she took her first gulp, the sides of her lips curved up in a smile and her cheeks pinked mirthfully. The white of his royal seeds, seeds that each could be a little sultan, that could- if planted be at the ahead of an empire and a dynasty leading a hundred thousand warriors, three hundred races, and ten million slaves serving as her exclusive sustenance, the water that passed through his very conquering body, that for a time WAS him now part of her to savor. It was an ancient badge of loyalty, and only the most loyal, and more importantly- most favored consorts would be gratified with, not swapped nor played like between hundreds of his lowly love whores but exclusively given to one, like the fondest token, prepared with utmost ardor and secrecy- the literal body of the house of Osman manifested and the musk of its conquering males. Fittingly, she thought, it tasted of two centuries of use by royal men, men whom, as nature dictated, tasted the same as any other men who toiled, rode and sweated much in their chaffed silks before spending a rare stint of precious strength for their love.

Already, she blushed, an afterglow of pride bathed her. She made another audible gulp, then another, finishing half of the contents with a closed eyed smile, and when she opened her mouth gaping wide, there was a shivering spider web that spun between the four quarters of her teeth. The slave's eyes instantly drew wide- so wide they were like white lychees popping out of their shells, and his inky jaws slackened as this most haram, most unimaginable of flagrant perversion, which she flaunted between her teeth. But before he could make a single sound, she swallowed back and the salty webs dissapeared in her tongue. Like a magician, she gulped- this time completing it with a purr.