Arabian Nights

by Azumi Gaiden

Samantha never thought that in one fateful night her life would change drastically, in a way that is exotic and, at same time, very pleasant.

4. The Night He Investigates

Hello there, another chapter to your enjoyment. Also I want to thanks the people that favorited this fanfiction. Thank you so much to read and accompany it. *bows* Now to the story.

Rate: M

Pairing: SinbadxOC

Warning: Sinbad is a character from the series Magi, The Labyrinth of Magic, which belongs to Shinobu Ohtaka. The OC belongs to me.

Warning 2: The timeline of the story is passing after chapter 160 from the manga, so will contain spoilers.

Warning 3: A surprise for the fujoshis and fundanshis on this chapter, so you really needs to read it to see where it is. XD

Warning 4: The lyrics here used are from the music "Wild Ones" by Flo Rida ft. Sia.

Summary: Samantha never thought that in one fateful night her life would change drastically, in a way that is exotic and, at same time, very pleasant.

Chapter 4 – The Night He Investigates

While Ja'Far screamed his lungs out through the high window of the library, Sinbad's eyes are fixed on the girl that slowly retreated from his angered advisor until she disappeared from his sight. Smart girl.

Then, after was the time of his white-haired friend to disappear from the window. Finally Sinbad lowered his gaze, the smile vanishing from his face while he remembered the site of the brunette on the window moments ago. Sinbad dared to say that it was cute in a way.

Flashback

The king was in the field of his favorite jasmine flowers (in fact, favorite for the moment), working at the delicate plants. He could feel sweat gather between his shoulder blades while he worked under the sun but he never complained. Better sun than the cold wind from certain places he remembers…

And there is a pretty site.

'Focalor? What…?'

Look at the window.

'Which one? You know, there are lots of windows around this space.

The one from the libray.

And that is what Sinbad has done. His gaze rise up, spotting red framing a body that he is so caught up lately. The brunette is looking back at him, her eyes never leaving him.

'A pretty site indeed.'

She's embarrassed. I can see her cheeks getting redder as the seconds passes by. It's kind of cute. – The djinn chuckled on his master's head. Upon hearing it, Sinbad took one of the flowers and raised it in her direction, offering to the girl the flower he has in his hand. The brunette fidgeted her fingers, her gaze lowering. – Now she's red like the color of her clothes. Really cute.

The breeze passed by his clothes and hair, cooling a little the sweat from his body. So then he saw her biting her lip, her fingers curling on the end of her hair.

Her eyes are like eating you up. It's like she wants to possess you.

'Many women looked at me like that and yet this beautiful stranger is compelling me to take her to my room and make her scream.'

If you do such thing, my master, I believe the woman will reciprocate. Remember what she had done this morning.

'I wonder why you asked me to not take the reins of the situation…'

I'm a spirit of dominance and submission, my master. You always is the one giving but not recieving. Of course is pleasurable to lead the "dancing" but haven't you ever the curiosity to let someone else dictate the rules?

'It was a long time I let someone dominate me while making love, and I remember that it was very pleasurable, Radija was a very good girl to me, teaching something here and there. However this stranger, Samantha, is so shy that I wonder where she learned that.'

Also she is still a maiden.

'Oh my, seriously?'

Yes. I can smell that her purity was never touched. I believe these bold moves of her, is someone else's doing.

'Virgins are so hard to give pleasure but all the efforts are worthy to just see how sensitive they're under your touches or how tight they're inside… Wait, what do you mean by someone else's doing?'

It's like something is influencing your sexual desire, make you want the girl without knowing.

'My sexual desire was always messed up, Focalor. You know that I like to touch and feel the prettiest girls I look.'

I know, master, but this is worst than before. I advice you to be cautious around the girl.

End Flashback.

- "Get cautious…"

- "Sin, go back to your office. Now. And for God's sake, put your clothes on."

- "Why put the clothes on? Is hot. Also I'm sweating a lot without it already."

Ja'Far pinched the bridge of his nose, sighing loudly. – "Can you please act more like a king and read that scrolls immediately?"

- "But I'm working on the field of flowers…"

- "The flowers can wait, those scrolls cannot."

- "But…"

- "No buts." – Ja'Far rearranged Sinbad's clothes, after giving the turbant and heavy jewelry to Sinbad put, which reluctantly the older man complied. – "And also I'd some information's to report at you regards about the woman."

Sinbad's eyes lighten up. – "Anything interesting?"

- "Not that relevant but yet interesting." – Ja'Far straightened the clothes from his king while Sinbad adjusted his turban on his head. – "She has such deep interest in books that is fascinating; in an instant she was talking with me and another she fled to look at the books in the library."

- "She told me she's a writer, so from there you realize her behavior towards books." – Sinbad reluctantly started to walk back at his office, Ja'Far like a shadow at his side.

- "I see. Also, while I walked at her side I could feel the ruhk incessantly vibrating on her chest. I suppose that necklace is her metal vessel."

- "Now that you mentioned, I realized that the rubies on the jewel are abnormally glowing, like it are sparkling energy from inside out." – They reach Sinbad's office. Sighing, Sinbad sits on his chair and start to look at the scrolls. – "The most interesting fact is she want to write a book about my stories and publish it that the poor ones in Balbadd can read or listen someone while reading it."

- "Sin, do you realize that you're the objective from whenever plans she has in mind?" - Ja'Far goes to another table, gathering a bunch of scrolls and depositing it on Sinbad's desk. – "You need to beware of her true intents. Also think more with the head you have attached to your neck than the one you have between your legs."

The older man looks intently at the scroll, trying not to show at the fair-haired man his almost blushing cheeks.

Well, he cannot be blamed if the women throws themselves to his feet and ask for him to satisfy them by any ways. Of course, as a humble king as him, he would attend their wishes and get a certain amount of satisfaction from this.

Talking about satisfaction, he thinks that is already passed days that his libido is up rising than slowing down. After all, since that time he had throws a party to commemorate Hakuryuu conquering Zagan's dungeon he didn't has the chance to possess a soft and curvaceous body under himself.

In fact, he had if he thinks technically. He remembers the brunette that now probably is looking with curiosity and wonder into the books on the library. But he didn't reach the level of satisfaction in these two odd times she was under him in the way he wanted. Above all the things are this weird want of possessing this complete stranger, to be encased inside her warm body… - 'Need to stop to think like this, or otherwise another "king" will rise.'

- "Sin? Sin?"

- "Oh, sorry. Need something?"

Ja'Far raised an eyebrow to Sinbad. – "You're not acting like yourself lately… Returning to the subject, we must do something before it's too late."

- "We need, in some way find out how is her djinn's powers and her real motive of her staying here. And we have a six days to found out."

- "Wait, six days? She will only stay for more six days here?" – Sinbad nodded, his chin now resting above his entwined fingers, elbows resting on his desk. – "A recognition mission, perhaps?"

- "Probably. If we could to see her ruhk, to see if it is black and we could confirm she is working for Al-Sarmen…"

- "My king, remember that he ones which carries a dark djinn possess dark metal vessels."- Ja'Far remember the Dunya girl, her body slowly giving up of living because of her use of Al-Sarmen vessels. – "This is not her case."

- "Maybe from another country. She claims to live the most part of her life on Balbadd and yet her skin is far paler than someone from there. My first guess would be Kou Empire however she has no trace from the people that lives there."

- "Laem is also a possibility however I think the chances of Lady Scheherazade let someone that got wealthy of her 'guidance' is highly improbable."

Suddenly Sinbad pushes Ja'Far by the younger male's large sleeve, his fingers searching inside it and finding the cool skin of the other's soft hands, his golden gaze staring intently. – "We really need to know who is she however we need to do it quietly, without raising suspect, her suspect above all."

The advisor returned back the gaze with one of his own. – "I will, my king, soon than you expect you'll have answers." – Than he looks down, feeling his cheeks slightly warm. – "Sin?"

- "Yes?"

- "Can you release my hand? I may need it to do my job."

- "Oh." – Reluctantly, the older male open his grasp, feeling the cool fingers lingering a moment more on his skin and after disappearing.

- "Also read these scrolls. There is important matter into it that you need to known about." – Sinbad visibly sinks on his chair, the pile of scrolls large than he expected.

- "All of this?" – More sinking.

- "Yes, all of this." – Ja'Far walks to the door. – "And they need to be done by the night." – Then he closes the door, smiling at the visible sulking Sinbad is doing. Upon hearing the door closing, his sulking disappears, still feeling the little tingling sensation where his skin touched Ja'Far's.

Of course, Sinbad just not delighted himself with women, he also had his share with men, and he should say, wasn't unpleasant. He remembers well that night.

Flashback

One of the customary parties in Sindria is happening. As always, a lot of food, drink and people dancing around of the great bonfire set in the main street of the island. Also, as always, the High King of Seven Seas is (almost) highly drunk, sitting on his chair.

As customary too, the king has his share of women over himself. A couple of them sitting on his thighs, one gripping on his leg and three behind him, and of course, all of them using that revealing, skimpy dancing outfits he loves so much.

One of them showered his left cheek and jaw with soft kisses, making his breath skip and his spine tingle. Taking her chin with his thumb and forefinger, he pulled her lips to his own. Then he felt her fingers treading on his scalp and neck, pulling him further to kiss.

- " My king, do you need more wine?" – Upon hearing the familiar voice he broke the kiss. Sensing that she lost, for the time being, her king's lips on herself, the girl latched her lips on his neck. His head turned around and saw there, a few centimeters, Ja'Far holding a jug with wine, what should be normal but it wasn't.

Sinbad saw that his advisor's cheeks are flushed red, his body almost losing his equilibrium, gaze unfocused, and his lips shining from the illumination of the fire. Suddenly Ja'Far tipped the jug to his mouth, drinking the red liquid directly, after he licked his lips and offered again. "Do you want it? Otherwise I'll drink it all myself."

These surprised a lot of people, like Sharkkan and Pisti that was near the area. The girls that are draped on Sinbad stopped to talk and looked at the drunken male on their front. Sinbad didn't know what to reply.

Suddenly, Ja'Far took in a false step, him and the jug falling fast into Sinbad. The girls that are sitting on the king promptly vanished from the site, fearing that the wine could fall in their clothes. As a reflex, Sinbad took the falling jug with one hand, the other holding his advisor that had falls face first on his shoulder. Then Ja'Far hoisted himself, sitting comfortably on the older man's lap. His lean arms circled the other's neck, his lips connecting with the warm and sweet smelling skin.

Sinbad felt his spine tingles at the feather kisses that are deposited on his neck, far sweeter than the ones his girls was giving moments ago. Luckily, the generals that were closer of him minutes before had the notion of to get far away as they can from the site, which Sinbad thanked. His eyes closed at the sensation, he never thought that someone like Ja'Far (that doesn't like at all people touching him) would have the gauge to act like this. Sinbad thanked to whenever god of wine and drunk to give such gift to himself.

Placing the wine jug in a nearby table, his left hand pressing Ja'Far's head on his neck while his right hand got under the other man's clothes, fingers running on that tempting legs and thighs. Ja'Far gasped when Sinbad squeezed his thigh, which made his king's blood runs to south fastly.

Cool fingers settled on Sinbad's cheeks, turning his head to the younger man's face. Sinbad's breathe hitched, his heart flipping some beats while looking at the flushed freckled cheeks, pale pink and plump lips graced with a smile of his advisor. With a groan, Sinbad's lips descended onto Ja'Far's, his hand cradling the younger's head and pressing to a deeper kiss. Ja'Far's mouth opened under the other's demanding lips, his arms tightening the embrace. The king's tongue promptly invaded that sweet mouth with his tongue, tasting the wine with a faint trace of the teas Ja'Far s methodically drink day-by-day.

Seconds or minutes later, the fair-haired male broke the kiss, gasping for air, Sinbad's lips now latched on that pale neck, holding himself to not bite down. Then the younger man shifted on his lap, the luscious thighs now draped in each side of his hips. Immediately Sinbad's hands fled to the other's ass, squeezing that supple flesh.

So Sinbad felt it, hidden in Ja'Far robes but yet he can feel clearly against his stomach. The serene and almost apathetic man is hard, very hard. And so slowly, Ja'Far thrusts against his king, his rapid and warm breathing in the older man's ear. Sinbad is really holding himself to not take bruising hard and fast this enticing man on his lap.

- "Sin, please… Just please… Take me!"

And then the king is lost. Also very, very hard.

Fastly, Sinbad hoisted Ja'Far against his chest while getting up, fast steps taking them both to his chambers. In a frenesi, clothes are disposed off and limbs entwined on each other, bodies joining in a hurry to be one and reach that sweet and ultimate pleasure.

In the next morning, Sinbad woke, a slight headache coming forth with the sunlight's through the window. Unfortunately, the lean body of his advisor wasn't there anymore. Sighing, he promised to himself to apologize about the whole ordeal from yesterday to his long time friend.

Dressing himself, he walked to Ja'Far's office, finding the man scribbling in one of his scrolls a non-stop. Knocking in the door, Ja'Far raised his gaze, soon his hand stopping to write.

- "My king, what can I do for you?"

- "We need to talk. About yesterday."

The younger man rises from his chair and walked to one of the cabins that he keeps his scrolls, disappearing from Sinbad's line of vision. – "There is nothing to talk about, my king."

There is the first barrier of him. Denial.

Determined, he walked to where Ja'Far is, seeing the pale man, fisting tight his sleeves and looking to the floor. – "What do you mean by nothing to talk about? Of course we need to talk about this."

- "What happened, happened, Sin. However we can let it slide, like it was nothing…"

- "I can't let it slide, Ja'Far. I acted upon yourself without your consent, taking advantage of your state to seek pleasure for myself."

The younger man took Sinbad's head with his hands. Standing on his tiptoes, he pushed the other's lips to himself, giving the brief of kisses. – "I also took pleasure from the act. I enjoyed it, despite the aching I still feels down there. So no need to be sorry." – His forefinger traced Sinbad's lips, which the older man took between his teeth, sucking it lightly. – "However, for the sake of our friends, this kingdom and specially, for us, better not push it forward."

Retrieving the finger from the other's lips, he hugs tightly the man to himself. – "Please understand, my king. If I let this move forward, I would never let you go." – This single phrase makes Sinbad's heart stop, his strong arms circling the other's shoulders, his face burying on the other's neck and smelling deeply Ja'Far's scent.

- "Would be the same. I would never let out of my arms for hours, days even…"

The advisor untangled himself from Sinbad's grasp. So then he saw. Despite Ja'Far's head being tilted down, he could see the wet trails on the other's cheeks. Sinbad took a step forward but Ja'Far took a step back, his hand rising to make the older male halts. – "Please, stop. I'm fine. And also please, don't bring this forth again."

Ja'Far passed by himself, which his king observed the fair man retrieve some scrolls and disappear in an hast through the door.

End flashback

After that day, Sinbad decided himself to never bring this conversation again. He truly hated to see his friend crying because of him. However he steal some glances when Ja'Far is around, thinking in how would be nice to feel those lean thighs squeezing his hips again…

And yet he wants this stranger girl. Wanting to feel that light and soft body dancing with him the "old music", to see her hair sprawled on his pillows, to see each bounce of her breasts when he thrusts in and out, to hear her screaming is name in pleasure.

- 'Me and my big imagination.' – The king should stop to thinks these stuffs and pay attention to the scrolls, feeling a beginning of a hard on between his legs. Shaking his head, he concentrated on the work, praying to any good that slows down his libido until night, where his hand or one of his harem girls can satisfy it.

VELVET PURPLE, SIN OF THE NIGHT

The sun sets in the sky, painting it with red and orange while he shined for his last moments of the daytime. Sighing, he closed the last scroll of the day, his fingers aching a little and stained with black ink. He stretched his spine, hearing his joint popping. When he opened his eyes, he saw a smiling Ja'Far on the door.

- "And I wonder what made you to work so hard today."

- "I wonder it myself too." – 'Just to thinking about that girl makes my libido rise, and I can't control it. The prospect of having Sinbad Jr. hanging tall and proud between my legs the entire day wouldn't be nice.'

- "Also your guest kept herself entertained the entire afternoon in the library."

Sinbad raised an eyebrow. - "Really?"

- "Yes. She just asked the maids to bring water four times, but she didn't get out of the room for nothing."

- "This makes me wonder if we are suspecting too much about the girl. Maybe she indeed is a writer and like a lot about stories like she claims to be."

- "Maybe yes, maybe no. To me is still strange someone drop by Sindria just for the prospect to write stories."

- "Or maybe I need to be a proper king and speak properly with my guest." – Sinbad rises from his chair and delivers all of the scrolls to Ja'Far's arms. – "So then I can discover by myself her true purposes."

- "If you say so." – Ja'Far sighs at Sinbad's eagerness. The mix of a woman together with curiosity of the danger always thrilled the older man since the day he met Sinbad. Sometimes it led to uncomfortable situations. – "I just hope she exceeds your expectations."

- "She's already exceeding." – With these last words he zoomed through the corridors to see the brunette. Deep inside Sinbad really wishes to see Samantha, to see how the girl is doing around that piles and piles of books. It puts a smile on his face.

Ten minutes later, he reached the door. Slowly and without a sound, he opened and closed the door, silently walking to where he could hear faint sounds. As far he approaches to the sound, more clearly he can hear the voice, which is very pretty, by the way (maybe someone outside is singing?). Then he stopped in a corner of a large stack of books, turning slowly to see what is happening.

Hey, I heard you were a wild one

If I took you home

And be your home run

Show me how you'll do

I wanna shut down the club

With you

Hey, I heard you like the wild ones

Wild ones, wild ones

Around the girl in question is like, as he thought, piles of books stacked near herself. She is lay down by her stomach in one of the fine rugs of the room, a book opened on the floor, her bowls hoisting her upper torso while she writes on a half filed piece of paper. From that angle, he could see the pretty visage of her generous cleavage, her hair throwed over her left shoulder, the right one bare to the last sun rays, the straps that should be there falling on her right arm.

So then he realized from where the pretty voice is coming from. She is the one singing.

I like crazy foolish stupid

Party going wild, just pumping music

I might lose it, blast through the roof

That how we dos it, dos it, dos it

I don't care tonight, you don't care

We like almost there at the right time

Ready to get high, ain't no surprise

Take me so high, jumping on clouds, surfing off ground

Said I gotta be the man, be the head of my fam

Mic check 1, 2,

Send em down in the club with the playboy girls

Till they all get loose, loose

Pop the bottle, we all get hit, then again tomorrow

Gotta break loose, cause that's the motto

The club's shut down, a hundred super models

At every line she sangs, she wrote down on the paper. The words he didn't comprehend but it flowed beautifully from her lips. So then she turned around, her back now on the tapestry while she hoisted up the write paper. Her hair fans around her head from her movements.

Hey, I heard you were a wild one

If I took you home

And be your home run

Show me how you'll do

I wanna shut down the club

With you

Hey, I heard you like the wild ones

Wild ones, wild ones

Sinbad could feel that is throat is dry; jaw a little slacked while his eyes never leave the sight that is just few meters away from his spot. So close and yet so far from his reach. He wants to just reach her touch the skin, to pass his fingers in that bare skin…

He wonders if she stays like that on purpose or she didn't realize what she makes.

Party rocker, push non-stopper

More shampoo, number one club popper

Got a hangover like too much vodka

Can't see me with ten binoculars

So cool

No doubt by the end of the night

Got the girls coming off

Then I make that move

Somehow, someway got our ways to prove, prove

All black shades when the sun come through

Oh, it's on like everything goes

Round up baby till the beat gets chose

What happens to that body is a private show

Stays right here, private show

I like 'em untamed, don't tell me bout pain

Tell'em this, bottoms up with the champagne

My life come a humming like a hit plane

To be easy, yeah with the insane

Slowly, to not break the attention of the girl from, what he thinks to be the lyrics, he approaches. So then he manages to lay his head very near hers. – 'I wonder how she didn't realize I'm so near. Or she is very oblivious from her surroundings or she is faking the not knowledge of my presence. Well, time to speak. Three, two, one…'

- "You have a good voice, you know."

- "Fucking, bloody hell." – The girl jumped a few inches from the floor, cursing aloud and stumbling on the pile of he books stacked around. He looked at that situation, seeing the woman clumsily fallen on the books. Sinbad hold himself to not laugh at the site.

- "Did I frighten you?"

She looked at him, mad. – "Oh, no. You almost gave me a heart attack, Your Majesty." – She mumbled a 'genius' under her breath. She fumbled to hoist herself up, when Sinbad realized she is more falling them properly raises, he offered a hand. – "May I help you?"

She nodded at that, taking his hand with her smaller one. And then he purposely pulled stronger, bringing the girl directly to his arms. Samantha released a `uuff`, most of her body draped on his lap. She looked up at his gaze, his eyes locking on her brownish ones. He stood his ground, using his charm to find any bit of her purposes. – "Enjoying the books?"

- "Yes, I'd read some of them. They have good stories, stories I could spent more hours than I'm available to read them." - Her hands on his shoulder, she hoisted herself up from his lap. He enjoyed it, taking advantage of the situation, his hands settling on her waist. So then they descended to her hips, squeezing a little of her flesh, realizing that she is a little thin, his browns furrowed.

- "Did you eat well this morning? You seem to be too much thin… - He squeezed once more to prove his point. She stilled on his hold, he seeing her cheeks gaining color instantly.

- "I ate plenty this morning, my king. I appreciate your concern. However I'm under a diet and I'm need to lost some weight." – She loosened his grip from her, sitting beside the man. He visibly pouted, earning an eyebrow raise from the girl. After he frowned, making her eyebrow climb to the sky. – "What?"

- "Are you serious about losing weight? From where you need to loose? I can't see a once of fat." – He pocked her side. – "I can see your ribs here." – Sinbad tried to understand why in the hell he's asking this instead of finding out her objective on his kingdom.

- "Well, the abdomen is not the only part that fat goes. On me they kind of deposits more in my thighs." – Without thinking, his hand rested on her right thigh, squeezing the flesh a little.

- 'Damn, just like Ja'Far, she have squeezable thighs… Probably more flesh than my lovely advisor…' – He squeezed some more. – "Yeah, definitely there some flesh here however I don't think that need to loose it. These are more muscle than fat, Samantha."

She took his hand off her leg, moving herself to sit a few inches away from the male. – "Well, probably. Anyway, why brings you here, my king, despite your concerns about my weight?"

He really wishes to squeeze more, and also to feel it wrapped around his hips and squeezing his waist…

- 'Okay, bad time to make the junior spring to life. Very bad time… Think about another stuff, Sinbad, not about how much you want to drive her senseless.' – Clearing his throat, he looked at the paper. – "I never thought you could sing. Are you also a musician?"

- "Not exactly." – She looks at the paper, pensively. – "When I want I write some songs… Ah, did you hear me singing?" – She looked panicked at him.

- "Yes. And I would say that have a nice voice. Kind of deep from the other women voices but not yet masculine."

- "Thank goodness. Also I thanks everyday to not have high-pitched voice. I wouldn't stand myself with it."

Sinbad chuckled a little, making the brunette smile. – "May I see what is written down?" – He pointed at the paper.

- "Of course." – She gave to him. He looked at the words but nothing he could understand. The words similar to that ones is on the book she carries with herself.

- "Can't understand what is written down?"- He nodded in negative ways, a sheepish smile on his face. – "I can't write down the translation to you understand.

- "Can you sing while scribbling? Despite not understanding at first hand, I want to hear how these words are pronounced."

- "I can manage that." – Sitting properly on the floor, she puts the paper on it. Pen with ink prepared, she sings while writing down to him understand. Sinbad braced himself forward to see what s being writing. After she finished, she gave to him the paper. – "Better for you to read it while listening me singing. But I apologize before hand. My voice isn't that nice to hear."

- "I don't care. After all I'm very interested in that language you use so much."

- Ïf you say so…"

Hey, I heard you were a wild one

If I took you home

And be your home run

Show me how you'll do

I wanna shut down the club

With you

Hey, I heard you like the wild ones

Wild ones, wild ones

Sometimes, he stopped to see the words written down on the paper and looked at her face. So he saw that she is gazing at him in an almost lovingly way. When she realizes that he's gazing back, she looks to the side. He could see her cheeks getting redder as seconds passes.

I am the wild one break me in

Saddle me up and let's begin

I am a wild one tame me now

Running with wolves, soon I'm on the prowl

Show you another side of me

A side you would never thought you'd see

Turn up that body, dominatrix

Till you had enough

I hear you like the wild stuff

Words forgotten, he approached the brunette, his thumb and forefinger taking her chin and turning her gaze to his face, making her stop.

- "Please, keep going. But I want you to look at me while singing." – He retreat from the closeness, giving her some space.

- "You always asking the impossible." - She mumbled, taking a deep breath and resuming her singing.

Hey, I heard you were a wild one

If I took you home

And be your home run

Show me how you'll do

I wanna shut down the club

With you

Hey, I heard you like the wild ones

Wild ones, wild ones

Suddenly, Samantha took some steps closer to the king, making him let go of the paper on his hand. Then she took both of his hands to hers, pushing him closer to herself. He could feel the warmness of her body slowly sipping into his. He furrowed his eyebrows at her, looking to her hands holding his and after to her eyes. She now is singing on his language, he could understand now the meaning hidden there.

I am the wild one break me in

Saddle me up and let's begin

Her hands release his, they now placing on his shoulders. Her right hand flies to the back of his neck, pushing his head down. Her cheek rests on against his own, which he could feel how hot that skin is. His hands fled to her waist and lower back, unconsciously holding her body against his own.

Goddamn his urges, to embrace her tightly against him, to press himself on her curves, to bury his nose on her neck and breath deeply. To just lay her on the very fine rug she was laid down moments ago and make her beg for release. Then she whispered the last words on his ear.

I am a wild one tame me now

Running with wolves, soon I'm on the prowl

Oh my. Oh my, my, my. Sinbad is almost in his snapping point.

Normally, he would control himself to not even touch women that try to seduce him. But he isn't acting normally these past days. If his libido high on the sky and his hands isn't giving the pleasure enough in the ways to be satisfied, his control reaching it's limit sooner then he expected.

As for a blessing (or not), the brunette stepped away, her warmth fading while the breeze of the now nighttime hitting Sinbad's skin. She turned around quickly, gathering some books on the floor.

- "So, you liked the song?" – She looks at him quickly, after her eyes intently on the books on the floor after putting it in a nearby table. - to work about your stories?ck at him.

ceat, he started to help herle the breeze of the now night time hitting Sinbads

It took some time to he process what she is saying. Clearing his throat, he started to help her with the books. The lyrics sang by you are nice. Ah, you have a nice voice too." – He smiles at the girl, which makes her she gives a tiny smile back at him.

- "I try my best. By the way, shouldn't I start to work about your stories?"

- "Yes, you're right." – He sits in a chair from the table which they're putting the books and montions her to sit on the chair in the opposite side of his. - "We can start now."

- "Yes, of course."- She gathers the ink and paper necessary to the job. – "So how we begin?"

- "So they're seven stories. One story to each one country I visited during my journeys. I can talk about two of my stories that are relatively short, and after the other nights we can work onto the remaining ones."

- "Sure." – She prepared herself, motioning to he start."

- "Now I'll talk about the my first adventure, when I was still young of body and mind and yet eager to know everything…"

VELVET PURPLE, SIN OF THE NIGHT

- "And then we're finished." – Samantha spoke while she scribbled the last words that Sinbad said in that exotic words. Sometimes Sinbad slipped his gaze from the words that slowly filled the blank papers and fitted at the cleavage that was so innocently (or not) displayed at his line of vision. Or sometimes he stared at the bare shoulder that becomes visible while she arranged her hair to one side to better write down.

- "Let me see." – He rose from his chair, stretching himself, since it appears to be that they're sitting down there for hours, and posted himself behind her to look at the slowly drying ink in words form. She written down in such small letter that he needed to post his two hands on the table and leans down to see it. So then it hit him, the smell of her hair on his nose.

- 'Roses. Definitely smell of roses.' – Once again, the urge to bury his nose on her make itself present. He closed his eyes, trying his best to control himself and not fall down, remembering that she can possibly be a threat.

- "Did you lik…" – She turned around, abruptly making her nose and lips graze his cheek. Hurriedly she turns away, rising from her chair, taking some books and delivering them to the place she took hours ago. Sinbad almost pouted at the lost of the contact, sighing at his stupidity that he can get any from her.

- 'Blame it all at my libido. Making me want to rut between the thighs of every damn pretty pair of legs I put my eyes on.' – Once again he sighs, feeling frustrated that he can't get off in the way he wants to.

- "I think I should retreat for the night, Your Majesty." – She said from a corner out of his sight. Walking to where she is, he saw the brunette rummaging in the lower shelves, her ass raised up in the air, hair falling from her shoulders and hiding her face from his vision. Sinbad gulped, feeling himself harden under his robes, the urge of bang her hard against a near wall.

Bad. This is very bad. – "You can let the clerks rearrange the books. You don't need to do it yourself." - He turned to the windows, buying himself sometime to cool himself down. – "Ah, you can take one of the guest rooms for the nights you spend here."

- "Also I would like to take a bath, Your Majesty." – She stopped to making sounds, his head turning to the side and seeing her looking at him with fondness. When she realized him looking at her, she quickly broke the eye contact.

- "I might need one myself too. After all, working on this hot weather making me sweat all day." - He still didn't turned to look at her properly. – "Follow me, I'll lead you to one of the maids, so she can prepare a bath for you." – She nodded at him.

They both got out of the library, Sinbad walking in the corridors and the brunette following him silently. Soon they found out two maids walking with a pile of recently clean fabrics. Nodding at Sinbad's request, they both bowed, one of them asking Samantha to follow her while the other walks directly to arrange her king's bath. When the brunette disappeared from his sight, he walked directly in his bath in quick steps, the burning ache running on his hard members demanding satisfaction.

While he takes his clothes off and get inside, he works to clean his body, letting for last to take of his aching need, suffering more to later have a great release.

In meantime he wondered how that girl makes him loose himself so quickly. Is some kind of sex spell that makes his want to goes hard inside her? Or maybe is his libido that is getting at his limit control? These are questions that he wants to find the answer soon enough, or he'll get insane to desire something that he probably can't has.

Oh, but he'll has. He's well known to have a huge patience but he's also to be well known that he can has everything he wants.

End of Chapter

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