"You are, I am learning," Zuleika said, "a far cleverer enemy than I anticipated, Amir Khan. How can I be certain that if I allow Kansbar to aid you, you will not deceive and delude me once again?"

"You cannot," he said, "unless you trust me."

"What guarantees can you give me, what proof of your honor, if indeed barbarians understand honor?" she demanded.

She was a worthy opponent. She would make him a commendable wife. The children from their loins would be strong, and have integrity. Daughters as well as sons. "I have not lied to you, Zuleika," he said.

"But you did not tell me everything," she countered.

"It is a mistake I will not make again," he promised her. "It is not in my nature to lie. I am simply not used to a woman as an equal."

"I am superior to you, barbarian," she snapped, but she found she was somewhat mollified, especially when she focused on his tight leather pants. He was the most breathtaking man.

"Do you wish me to spank your round little rump again, you wildcat?" he asked pleasantly, but there was a look in his eyes that she did not like.

"I am hungry," she told him. "Do you mean to starve me, my lord? And what of my poor Bahira?"

"I am hungry, but content otherwise," Bahira said mischievously.

The khan clapped his hands, and immediately two elderly male servants appeared bearing trays of food. There was roasted lamb, and to Zuleika's surprise, fresh fish from the sea. There was a bowl of saffroned rice with plump raisins and almonds. There was yogurt, and a platter of peaches, melons, grapes, pomegranates, plums and oranges. There were small honey cakes. The khan motioned them to the pillows that were set about a low and square ebony table banded in polished brass. They sat, and their cups were filled with a sweet heady wine. They ate, and when they had finished the servants brought bowls of scented water in which to wash their hands and faces, handing them linen cloths to dry with.

"You are more civilized than I had anticipated," Zuleika said.

"Do you call all people not of Dariyabar barbarians?" he asked.

"Yes," she answered him simply, and he laughed.

"Why do you want a window on the sea?" she wondered.

"For trading purposes," he told her. "It is trade that brings a people their wealth. There is much in the interior lands, especially furs and gems, that are desired by those beyond your shores. And then, too, a seaport offers us the chance to easily go forth and conquer other lands that can be of value to us. I intend to build a navy."

She nodded. "You are an intelligent man, Amir Khan."

"Are you still angry with me?" he asked her.

"No, but that does not mean I trust you either," she told him candidly. Her gaze turned to Bahira, and she smiled. "It would appear that Bahira is content to give herself to your general. Sabola is a most impressive man."

"You find him attractive?" the khan said.

"Of course I do. He is. I have been taught to admire all beauty in all of its forms. So has Bahira. We have been companions and friends our entire lives."

"How old are you?" he asked.

"We are sixteen," she answered him. "We were born but two days apart. Bahira is the elder," Zuleika explained.

"And she is a virgin too?" he inquired.

"Of course," Zuleika told him.

"Good. I would have Sabola gain the same pleasures this night as I will gain from you," the khan replied. "I would have you both remove your robes for us now."

The girls' eyes met, surprised, but then they both arose, and divested themselves of their silken robes. Where Zuleika was tall, and slender but for her plump breasts, Bahira was pleasingly rounded with full breasts, full hips and thighs. They kicked their slippers off almost in unison.

"Undo your hair," the khan ordered them.

The two girls complied, laying the jewels from their tresses upon the table and fluffing out their long hair so that it showed to its best advantage. Each had hair that fell to just below their hips.

"Now you must both disrobe for us," Zuleika told the two men.

They complied without question, and Bahira could not help but admire both men quite openly.

Amir Khan said softly to his friend, "She is eager. She must be first with us, eh?"

Sabola agreed, nodding. "Your princess is so in control of herself that she will need more priming."

"We shall see that she has it," the khan said with a grin. Then he turned to the two girls. "It is known that girls who are close to one another, sisters or friends, it does not matter, toy with each other as their curiosity grows. I think it is so with you two despite your excellent education in the amatory arts. Certainly you were not satisfied with a simple tutorial in passion. Surely you have played with each other's breasts, and other succulent parts."

Neither Zuleika or Bahira said a word, but their cheeks were warm with their blushes.

"You did not learn to kiss so well, my princess, by merely pressing your lovely lips to a sheet of beaten gold. Sabola and I would be entertained now by the sight of you both kissing, and touching each other as you have undoubtedly done many times in the past."

Bahira did not hesitate. She slipped an arm about Zuleika, and kissed her mouth even as the princess began to fondle her friend's lovely full breasts. For several minutes they kissed and caressed one another, and then they fell upon the pillows embracing. Bahira was the aggressor of the pair. She laid her length atop Zuleika's, and pressed her mons hard against her friend's. Together the girls moved in rhythm, their little pants of desire quite audible, their lush bodies entwined as the two men watched and became quickly aroused by the sensuous sight of the virgin duet at play. They seemed to know exactly when to stop the girls, Sabola leaning over from where he was seated to push Bahira off the princess. The khan then pulled the princess up. His finger pushed between her nether lips, and he smiled. Then, to Zuleika's shock, he tied her to a tent pole with soft silk bonds.

"Wh… what are you doing?" she gasped.

"It is all right, my princess," he told her, and his big hand caressed her face tenderly. "You must not be afraid, but Bahira needs our attentions first. We will get to you soon enough. You will watch us as we play together, and then you will play with us." He kissed her lips softly, and then turned back to Sabola and Bahira.

It was disturbing, but it was also exciting, Zuleika thought. She was not at all afraid of losing her virginity, but she had never considered that she would lose it in such a manner. She focused upon Bahira and her lover, fascinated by the erotic tableau that they presented sprawled upon a coral-colored silk mattress upon a raised dais across the tent. Bahira lay between Amir Khan's long legs while he played with her full breasts and murmured in her ear, leaving little kisses upon her face now and again. Sabola slowly licked Bahira's widespread legs, murmuring with pleasure at the delicious taste of her.

Zuleika felt her heart beat faster as the man moved slowly, slowly, until his fingers pulled Bahira's lips apart, and the fleshy tongue began to lick at Bahira's most private place. Bahira's little cries of delight sent her friend's pulses pounding even harder. Zuleika's lips felt dry. She licked them several times, and then she felt the khan's eyes upon her. She met his gaze, and Amir Khan smiled knowingly. Then he bent to kiss Bahira's parted lips.

"She is marvelous," Sabola's rough voice ground out. "You must taste her before I have her, Amir. Virgin juices are always wonderful."

The two men switched places, and Bahira's cries grew greater in intensity. "Ohh, do it!" she begged. "Please do it!"

Sabola chuckled. "Such an eager little maiden," he murmured, and he nibbled on her ear. "Let the khan have the pleasure of your juices, Bahira. You will soon enough be impaled upon my lance."

"I want it!" Bahira gasped. "The Gods, I want it!"

Zuleika could barely breathe now. The sight of the two men making love to her best friend was proving incredibly arousing. Then the khan was arising from the mattress, and Sabola's great body was covering Bahira, who moments later cried out as if in pain. Then her cries turned in an opposite direction. Amir Khan now stood behind the pole where Zuleika was tied. His hands fondled her plump breasts, and he whispered in her ear.

"Soon, my princess, you will suffer your friend's fate. Are you as eager for it as she is?" He gently but firmly pinched one of her nipples, and a thrill of excitement raced down her spine.

"Yes!" she managed to say, straining against her bonds.

He laughed. "We shall both have her, Zuleika, and we shall both have you as well." The tip of his tongue teased at her ear.

"But if one of us should have a child?" she asked him. "How can either of you be certain as to the babe's paternity, or don't you care, my lord?" The Gods! His hands were now on her belly, and she had begun to ache with her need for him.

"The wine Sabola and I were served had an herb in it that has destroyed the life in our seed this evening. It will revive tomorrow," he explained. "We barbarians like to share our women now and again. It is a hospitable thing to do. But we would have our sons be ours." His lips brushed the side of her neck. "You and Bahira are just too beautiful and too delicious not to share this night."

"Will you share me after we are married?" she asked him.

"Only if you desire it," he promised her.

Bahira now shrieked a cry of such intense pleasure, while Sabola roared like a lion, and the khan laughed as his best friend collapsed atop his lover.

"The Gods," Sabola said as he came to himself again. "The wench is insatiable, Amir. Come and enjoy yourself. She is ready, I have not a doubt, for more cock, eh, my beauty?"

"More!" Bahira demanded.

The barbarian general lay sprawled by Bahira's side as the khan mounted her, and used her fiercely until she begged him to cease. When he withdrew from her she noted that he was still hard, and she raised a questioning brow.

Amir Khan laughed again. "I would save my passion for my princess, but you, my darling, are quite wonderful." He gave her a kiss upon her ripe, bruised lips.

The trio bathed themselves in basins of water that had been left out for them earlier. The khan arose from the silk mattress. His dark brown eyes met those of Zuleika's.

"Now, my princess, it is your turn to be fucked. Bahira is a most proficient lover. You must be even better." He went to the pole and untied her. Then he led her to the dais where both Sabola and Bahira awaited her, smiling.

Chapter Three

It was like the most incredible dream, Zuleika thought. She lay between the two men, amazed that such hardened, fierce warriors could be so tender with a woman. They bathed her body with their tongues, licking with long strokes across her torso and breasts. They turned her, and the fleshy organs moved down her back, and over her buttocks. She was rolled again onto her back. Bahira now sat cross-legged upon the mattress, an alabaster vial in her hands. The two men cupped their hands, and she poured a pale lavender cream into the upturned palms. Now Amir Khan and Sabola began to massage the fragrant cream into Zuleika's soft skin. She sighed with delight, and they smiled down at her. Their combined touch was both sensual and gentle.

"They did not teach us that men made such delicious love," she murmured, and she sighed again.

"You are not afraid then, my princess?" Amir Khan asked.

"No."

"And you will trust us to offer you pleasure such as you have never imagined?" he said. He bent and brushed her lips with his own.

"I thought I should please you," Zuleika responded.

"In time you will show me all you have been taught, Zuleika, but your first encounter with passion must be at our hands, for we are skilled in making love," Amir Khan told her.

"Having seen you with Bahira, I am convinced of it," Zuleika answered him. "Perhaps you should have sought another way to conquer Dariyabar than the one you chose."

Sabola laughed aloud. "I can see my friend will have no easy time with you, princess," he teased her. Then, he too bent to kiss her, and she found his hard mouth exciting, his lips far different than Amir Khan's. So, all men's mouths were not the same. She kissed him back, running a naughty little tongue across his lips to his surprise. His warm brown eyes met her gaze, and then he winked, leaning by her ear to whisper, "You are a very bad girl, princess."