Breaking fast.

The Akkadian shivered with the chilling sense of foreboding he had awoken to. The albino Maeve stirred in his arms in response to his movement. The Pict clearly recognised his distress and turned her head and guided his mouth to hers to kiss him with tenderness and a look of mild concern upon her face.

"Ahh little one, your first time waking as the **** of Trimon is unsettling?" She whispered. "We have all felt that sweet Minaja. It will pass with time believe me. At least for you the prospect of being fucked whether you desire it or not is nothing new."

The Akkadian was far from comforted by these words, temporarily having forgotten that fact with his mind on the unsettling dream instead. Beyond the silk curtain he could hear the other slaves of the harem stirring, chatter and giggling as they arose. The Pict gently untangled herself from the arms and legs of Tzu-Tzi and the assassin and stood up.

"Come little sluts, time to wash and break our fast." The albino urged.

Some servant or guard must have evidently been in the harem recently as large jugs of steaming water, bowls and sponges had been laid out already. Other slaves were already sponging down their bodies or those of their fellow slaves. The sight was titillating, watching so many pert breasts and bald cunts being sponged to the accompaniment of female laughter. The Akkadian did not demure as Tzu-Tzi giggling grabbed his hand and led him to the jugs and bowls. Pouring a bowl and grabbing a sponge the Khitain sponged down the Akkadian's body and removed the sweat and dried cunt juice. She paid particular attention to his thighs and labia that had been so drenched with juices the night before. The rough sponge rasped his soft cuntlips, which combined with the sights and sounds around him meant that barely after waking the Akkadian found himself aroused and moist.

Once the slaves had finished their washing they gathered in a rough circle, sitting cross legged or reclining on pillows. A brief time later and the iron doors of the harem opened and four eunuchs swept into the room. The jugs and bowls were removed and a rattan carpet unrolled in the clear space in the circle of **** girls. Platters, bowls and cups of silver were brought in and laid out on the mat. Fresh fruit, cooked and raw vegetables, fresh steaming bread and pitchers of freshly squeezed oranges were placed before them. The Akkadian felt his belly rumble and realised that he was famished. He looked up as the doors clanged shut and were bolted.

"Is this a first course?" The Akkadian enquired, looking unenthusiastically at the food before him. "Will they be fetching meat for us later?"

His question was met with a chorus of giggles from the other **** girls. The Akkadian looked around the faces confused at what was humorous about his question. As he looked about he saw that Visha was opposite him and smirking in an ominous manner.

"You expected meat Minaja? Most strange for a whore of the guild." The Stygian declared. "It is known that the food we eat flavours our juices and cunts. It is rare indeed for a pleasure **** to be fed meat as it makes cunts salty to the tongue. I would have imagined that the same would be true to guild whores."

"Then you obviously have little knowledge of the guild Visha." The Akkadian retorted. "You forget that the whores guild has access to sorcery. Just as my henna markings are magical in nature and cannot be scrubbed away there are potions and pessaries to sweeten the taste of our cunts."

"Interesting, a fact I did not know." Visha smiled sweetly at the Akkadian's pack of lies. "I shall make certain....I remember."

Visha's eyes were piercing as she locked gaze with the Akkadian as she emphasised the last words she had uttered in his dream, the smile broadening as she spoke. The Akkadian felt his breath catch. What he had assumed to be merely a nightmare was much more. The Stygian had somehow entered his dreams through arcane means. The words she had spoken in his nightmare were her own and she knew his true self.