Captured For The Sultan’s Pleasure

Jamal opened his eyes from sleep and stretched, his folded hands hitting the headboard of the bed he laid upon. He heard a low growl beside him and looked to see who it was. A smile appeared on his face when he saw Roksolana sleeping peacefully beside him. He remembered how they had made love yesterday and how he had bared his heart to her and how she hadn’t judged him about any of the things he had opened up to her about.

He moved his hand to her hair and began to play with it. Right at that moment, all he was grateful for was how she had finally accepted him just the way that he was. He got up a little and kissed her on the lips. When she reciprocated his affection, he knew that she wasn’t sleeping anymore and he smiled. To prove his point, he placed his finger on her abdomen and began to rub the navel area. She moaned into his mouth and Jamal nearly laughed out loud at her childishness.

“Good morning, my morning dawn,” he greeted her when he paused in kissing her.

“Good morning, Sultan,” she replied to his greeting and stretched the sukan like she meant it like an endearment instead of a title.

Jamal laid down flat on his back and turned sideways to look at Roksolana whose eyes were now opened wildly and a smile was on her face.

“Do you want to have a wicked sex morning?” he teased her. But when she nodded, his cock grew thicker.

Roksolana left her sleeping position and moved closer to the Sultan. When she was close to him, she traced her middle finger on his chest, teasing him and feeling satisfied with herself when she saw him close his eyes and moan a little.

“Do you want to have a wicked sex morning?” she asked, throwing his words back to him.

“Yeah, damn right, woman,” he growled at her.

Roksolana kissed Jamal’s adam apple and he groaned, making the place move up and down, rubbing Roksonala’s mouth. She moved her lips from the place and dropped a kiss on his chest next while playing with the hair surrounding his chest region. She let her fingers curl around the hair while she sucked on his left nipple gently. Her fingers kept moving down until she was at his lower place and she touched his cock by accident. Shy, she moved her hand away.

When Jamal saw that she had removed her hand from his shaft, he grabbed the hand and placed it back on the hard rod. He was already hard on her and would not let her run away from him and what they were doing because she was shy. Why was she always shy whenever they had sex anyway? She was a warrior that never hesitated when it came to the sword but she was shy of holding a mere cock? He let his hand that still held hers roam around the length of his cock. When he was sure that she wouldn’t try to leave him again, he removed his hand. His relief was visible when she kept moving her hand up and down his cock.

“Oh, yes. Yes, yes,” Jamal mumbled, feeling like he was going to have the best pleasure he could get from a hand job with her.

By the time Roksolana would take her mouth away from the nipple and just focus on getting him a hand job, Jamal wasn’t sure he was in his right mind anymore. He moved his hand to Roksolana’s vagina and began to stroke the wall of her vagina. The result he got from the action he was performing was a loud moan from Roksolana and her loss of control because her hand on his shaft had loosened a little. When he was sure that she was wet already and she could easily take him in, he stopped what he was doing and just stared at her. After about thirty seconds, she opened her eyes, saw him looking at her, and she blushed.

“What?” she muttered in a low whisper.

“I want you to sit on my shaft and have sex with me,” he told her.

“What are you talking about?” she asked with a confused look on her face.

“Sit on me,” Jamal instructed her and she did as he said.

“Now, put my cock in you,” he told her. He watched as she obeyed shyly.

“Good. Now, ride your man.”

Roksolana moved shyly on top of Jamal at first. She had never done such a thing and from what she had often heard, this wasn’t such a common style. But when Jamal began to moan softly at first, she began to shed her shyness. Jamal held Roksolana on her waist and began to hit her hard in the core of her essence. It wasn’t until long before she started moaning too and began to drag the speed with him. Soon enough, they began to match each other speed for speed.

Roksolana couldn’t control herself anymore. She felt his cock in her hitting her in the very deep and that made her lose control. By the time she was at the peak of her enjoyment, she couldn’t control herself anymore. When she saw that she was almost reaching her satisfaction, she bent down and kissed her lover who gladly accepted her lips. She let go of the pent-up desire in her and reached the organism. Jamal also rammed once in her and followed suit in her steps.

When they had cooled down, Roksolana raised her head and smiled at Jamal. He returned her smile and took the stray of hair away from her face. She bent and kissed him lightly on the lips before she got down from him and smuggled herself into his embrace. Jamal wrapped his arms around her and rested his head on hers, feeling more than content. Roksolana thought about how relaxed the Sultan was and thought that it was the perfect time to broach the topic she wanted to discuss with him.

“Jamal?” she called him and he answered with a hmm sound.

“I want to go back to training.” she told him.

“What training?” he asked and kissed her neck.

“Fighting,” she answered solemnly.

“No!” Jamal shouted and sat up.

“Why not? I was attacked yesterday and I couldn’t defend myself because I haven’t trained in such a long time,” Roksolana told him in her defense.

“That’s why I’m getting Asleem assigned to you, Dawn. He will protect you,” the Sultan replied to her.

“Until when? Why can’t I defend myself even though I know how to? Besides, your father allowed your mother to do whatever she wanted, why can’t you let me do the same?” Roksolana said, getting up too.

“Please, just let me train. I promise I won’t do anything you’ll regret. I just want to train,” she tried to cajole him and held his hand.

Jamal sighed and he thought about how right she was in everything she had said. She was a warrior and if he truly loved her, he wouldn’t take away from her the only thing she truly loves doing. He kissed her forehead before he responded, “Alright. You are allowed to train but don’t do any kind of training that would put you in danger, okay?”

Riksolsna flew into his arms before she got up from the bed and began to get dressed. Jamal looked at her in surprise.

“Where are you going?” he asked her when she was done dressing up.

“To the harem,” she told him with a shrug.

“What about breakfast?” Jamal asked when he would have wanted to ask her why she was leaving him.

“I’ll eat with the princess and Seyiddah,” she answered him.

Before he could say a word, Roksolana was out of the room and the door. Jamal fell back on the bed and began to think about how he could tell Roksolana how he felt about her. He also wondered what her reaction would be and if she would accept him and his love.

When Roksolana arrived at the harem, she went straight to the princess’s room. She heard voices from her room and when she realized that the other voice belonged to Aabdeen, she waited for a little while to hear what the conversation was about, thinking that perhaps the two of them were really dating as Jamal had suspected.

“But, wouldn’t that be risking your life?” the princess said.

“It might since we are kidnapping Roksolana who is his beloved,” Aabdeen answered.

“Can’t we do something else? I truly like Roksolana.” The princess answered.NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

Riksolana was shocked. They were planning to kidnap her? But why?

“Between her and I, your brother, who would you be choosing?” Aabdeen asked the princess.

They were siblings? Roksolana thought. Little wonder the physician had been very worried about the princess before. Deciding that she couldn’t hold it anymore, she opened the door and went straight into the room. To say that the two siblings were shocked to see her would be an understatement.

“The two of you are siblings?” she asked the two people in the roo