Indulge with and in the Concubine.

You turn to one of the women, and with a soft gesture of your fingers, send her back into your chambers. With almost clairvoyant understanding, the servant smiles knowingly as she realizes your desire. She's taken plenty of orders from you, among other things. Today is no different.

The little time it takes for your mistress, in her exotic mien, to come stretches longer and longer as you lie in wait, but your need increases only all the more when your treasure walks into the room :

In a less-than-modest robe of white fluttering silk, the concubine strides back into the bath chamber. Her reassuring smile and gliding steps mark her usual teasing mien; it's a die-hard quirk that not even months of rough fucking has changed. The other two servant girls blush furiously at something : your flared member.

Soft ruffles are heard as the robe flutters to the floor, cascading down the concubine's gentle, sun-kissed curves before crumpling to a heap. What remains is the figure of a woman made for service and pleasure, with just the right dimensions for your taste alone. The curved waist, the convexed hips, the pert breasts, all of them were tailored to your dimensions.

The concubine slides down onto you, brushing her firm glutes on your face and chest before your member is enveloped in soft, gentle pressure. Her reddening flesh, like that of a ripening fruit, presses against your lap, and slowly, the two of you fit like a hand in a tailored glove. It wouldn't, couldn't be any tighter; she was trained all her life to serve you and you only.

Your tip kneads and rakes her inner folds at the slightest movements, eliciting the occasional squeeze and ripple now and then. Still, though, she does her job well as she alternates between gyrating against the base of your rod and rocking forwards and backwards in the most tantalizing ways possible. Your satisfied sigh mistakenly tells the servants to begin washing again, and the two of you shudder in excitement as the girls titillate the both of you : little tweaks on nipples, kisses on the neck, squeezes on the thighs and ass; there isn't much to wonder as to why only the best of girls are selected to serve royalty.

Time flies as you lock lips and tongues against each other, exploring lips, cheeks, even throats if and when either of you dare to go that far. As the humidity sets in, your lust is kindled once more as her clitoris prods just above the base of your length. Your middle finger prods her urethra, urging a tiny trickle to leak out. The others note of your ever-intensifying consummation, and so they quietly slide out of sight, out of mind.

As your right hand grabs cheeks, nipples, and hair, options spring up in your mind. It doesn't matter how you do it, but her and your needs are strong.