[S] Make her comfortable, and share wine

It takes you a moment to recall her name, distracted by her nude form. "Fadia, please dress. Its not the time for that." She complies, with more weariness than shes shown, but she does risk meeting your eyes. You call Inal back, to bring fruits and wine to share with your guest. Soon you have a small sweet meal to share with Fadia. She speaks little, listening to you speak, and answering your questions with terse uncertainty. You made a passing attempt to learn more of the Sultan from her, but she clams up further. Wine loosens your tongue. Wine she barely drinks. You speak candidly to your quiet audience, of nothing and everything.
Frustrated and drunk, you make to leave, to let her have her quiet, but she grasps your arm as you leave.
"Tha- thank you for the meal and your kindness Arzu. I do not deserve it. Please let me serve you, so I can tell the Sultan I have done as asked." She meets you with her dark pleading eyes. Your head swims. Still frustrated you sit besides her. You wax poetic to her.
"Carnality is more than a man pressed to a woman Fadia, yes?"
"Its all the forms of a man's appetite."
"Not just men's Fadia. Men merely inherit more power, and power gives the comfort of indulgence." You glance to her wine. "Drink Fadia, I brought this wine out for you. I can have Inal bring out something more agreeable if its not to your taste."
Fadia brings the wine to her lips and drinks a gulp of it before putting it down, smiling as if to say she's compliant, wine staining her lips a dark shade of purple. This irks you, but you don't press her.
"Carnality is indulgence of lust. The audacity of me asking for the Sultan's serving **** for my own delight was enough to break the card Fadia. To have the court see my appetite on display." You bring you arm around her, as if she were an old friend. She doesn't react. "The sultan won't ask more of you. You owe me no pleasure Fadia."
Fadia feels you leave her the moment to respond as you release her. Fadia remembers her goblet and brings it to her lips again to give her time to respond. And even when the glass is emptied she stares at the empty cup.
After a long moment she finds her voice. "This... this would be.... I'm not ungrateful for your kindness Arzu. This would be easier had you just been any other man and just taken me. I still.... I still fear the sultan, even here, away from the palace. You tell me I'm not obligated. But I feel obligated. I've felt your appetite since I've entered the room." She pulls a plate of grapes from the table, regarding it. "I do my best when satisfying, Arzu." apologizing, and she feeds you a grape, leaving a finger on your lips. Her tone is flat. Almost business-like. Like shes acting out a scene from a play. But the grape is sweet on your tongue and her hand pleasantly rests on your hip as she shifts to be before you. "You won't have to do anything Arzu. Let me serve." She slips her top down pressing her chest forward to catch your gaze. "I'm not practiced at this." she apologizes, swallowing, wetting her lips, as she gazes up at you.
You do not protest, but place an approving hand on her head as she kneels and slips your pants lower to expose your root. You lean back and close your eyes to focus on the sensations. She kisses your crown, while her palm cradles your balls, giving you bubbling arousal from her delicate uncertain touch. You groan appreciatively to encourage her. She stays here, getting comfortable with your maleness and witnessing your steadily growing firmness. Supporting your self with one arm, you mesh your other hand in her amble hair to encourage her to act with gentle guidance. She ovals her lips and presses her mouth further down on you, heightening your pleasure as it spreads down your shaft and sending shivers up your spine. Your legs open further unconsciously to invite her to continue, and with your guidance you guide her up and down your root. Spit begins to drip down your balls, sweetened by wine, they trace a delightful line to your balls, churning to fulfill their task.
You're uncertain how long this goes on, this lip-service upon you. But Fadia complies. She lacks a certain initiative, but she lets you guide her. It almost feels as if you were satisfying yourself, guiding her motions with your hand. Finally you feel your seed begin to rise, and without thinking, pull Fadia to completely envelop your penis as it discharges surge after surge of your seed into her willing throat. Even squeezing your balls lightly, as if to juice them of their last vestige into her. With one final surge, that Fadia gags on as it splashes against the her tonsils, you start to relax, but because you do not move your hand, Fadia does not remove her self. You slowly become soft in her mouth, and its not until Fadia coughs around your member that you remember yourself and remove your hand. Fadia delicately pulls back from you, failing to hide the tiredness in her eyes. You tell her she is free to go, or sleep the night alone. She gives you a hoarse thank, and watches you leave. You remember to say a few more parting words in the doorway.
"And Fadia... thank you for that... display of appreciation. You are quite charming in your own way. I hope... you don't think of me poorly for this. I suppose. "
Fadia doesn't respond, still dazed and suppressing a cough.

As you turn to move away, you start as a flush faced Inal stands nearby with some rags to help clean Fadia. You can smell something earthy and womanly in the hall where she must have been. But you make no mention of it as you her to retire to your bed. It'd be some time before you'd speak with Fadia again. Though you could find her time to time meet your eyes in the court and give the barest hint of a smile.