The Sheikh's Bride

A month later, the Sheikh and Carrie were finally wed. The Sheikh wore a traditional robe. They had a special feast. And then he took her to bed, with her attendant just outside the door. That attendant was you. You shifted back and forth on your feet, listening to their lovemaking. It went on for over an hour, and you heard her cum multiple times. Finally, you heard the bell ring. you went into bedroom, where Carrie and the Sheikh lay. They were both covered in sweat, his body hair dripping, his long, fat cock still half engorged. Carrie lay flat on her back, exultant as his seed leaked out of her.

"My bride needs water, eunuch," the Sheikh ordered simply. You curtsied and retreated to get a carafe of cold water.

"Are you on hormones, eunuch? Your breasts are getting larger," the Sheikh observed.

"I am, my Sheikh," you responded. Your pink nipples were perked from the sight of your ex, probably bred.

"I'm sure that pleases Abdul. You are dismissed, eunuch. My bride and I have a long night ahead of us."

"Yes, my Sheikh."