Shorab passes judgement [Ending 3]

Justice came swiftly in the kingdom of Gulbulia. Shorab ordered that his uncle Anis and the vizier Zain be hanged for their part in his father’s ****. The nooses tightened around their throats before the eyes of the court, and the palace echoed with the sound of two traitors **** their last.

As for Yasmina, her punishment was not ****, but a sentence more fitting.

"You will birth me ten sons to make up for your role in murdering my father," Shorab commanded.

"I… I will," Yasmina sobbed, already stripped of her silks and jewels.

Once the sultana of Gulbulia, Yasmina was reduced to the lowest rank of harem ****, owned by her own stepson. Shorab fucked his stepmother often, his hatred and lust entwined in every thrust. Their sex was rough, punishing, filled with bondage and degradation. Each time he took her, he reminded her she was no longer his father’s queen but his whore.

And though she had escaped the gallows, Shorab felt no mercy. Hate-fucking her gave him satisfaction beyond any execution.

Soon Yasmina’s belly swelled, and she gave birth to a healthy boy, born of her stepson’s seed. The child was named Abuz, in memory of the old sultan, considered the first installment of Yasmina’s debt.

But one son was not enough.

Shorab continued to breed her, filling her womb again and again until she bore him ten strong sons, completing her sentence at last.

Meanwhile, Firaza and Ramia were rewarded for their honesty. The two **** girls, once the pleasure slaves of the fat vizier and used for his dark magic rituals, were given a new place as Shorab’s favored harem slaves. They belonged to him entirely, and they delighted in their new master.

Shorab took them vigorously, eager to claim their wombs as well. Firaza, fiery and brazen, welcomed his passion with blazing eyes. Ramia, soft and playful, giggled as she begged for her turn beneath him.

"I am coming again, Firaza," Shorab growled as he spilled his seed deep inside her, her cunt milking him dry just as it once had done for Zain and even for the ifrit. His hands traced a circle over her navel. "Give me a healthy child from this seed, Firaza."

"I will, my sultan," Firaza kissed his mouth, clinging to him.

"My turn next!" Ramia laughed, pulling him eagerly toward her silken thighs.

In time, both harem girls bore him children. Firaza gave him seven strong sons, while Ramia gave him seven beautiful daughters, each child raised within the golden palace as proof of their handsome young master’s sexual virility.

But Shorab’s hunger was not sated with slaves alone. He took a wife as well, Princess Badroulbadour, an untouched virgin of a nearby kingdom. On their wedding night, he deflowered her and claimed her cunt and her womb as his own, training her to be the perfect receptacle for his lust.

Sultana Badroulbadour soon gave him five sons and five daughters, her womb as fertile as it was royal.

Shorab looked upon his growing family with pride. Ten sons from his stepmother Yasmina, seven sons and seven daughters from Firaza and Ramia, and ten more children from Badroulbadour. His bloodline filled the palace, his legacy multiplied a hundredfold.

Under his rule, Gulbulia prospered. Justice had been served. The **** mystery was solved, the traitors punished, and the sultan slept each night in carnal bliss.

In the golden bedchamber, where his father Sultan Abuz had once slept in the same bed, Yasmina, Firaza, Ramia, and Badroulbadour lay naked in Shorab's arms, their perfumed bodies warm against him. His sons and daughters filled the palace halls, princes and princesses born from his seed and their womb.

Shorab felt utterly satisfied. No doubt, no regret clouded his mind.

He had avenged his father. He had secured his bloodline.

His tale had reached its end.

Ending 3