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Chapter 14
'Stop fidgeting!' Nona exclaimed. 'Memsaab.' She added hastily as the other girls looked at her in horror. Farah tried not to giggle at Nona's mistake and attempted to stand still while the girls put the finishing touches to their princess. Eventually, the girls stepped back to admire their handiwork, and Farah turned to the looking-glass.
A pale, nervous version of herself looked out at her. Ornate henna designs adorned her hands and feet, and she was dressed in a brand new ivory sari, inlaid with gold and bronze threads. Her wrists and ankles sported delicate gold bangles that jangled as she walked, and ornate gold earrings sparkled in the light. Farah's eyes had been kohl'd, and her lips were a deep red. She was missing her bindi, as it would be added during the ceremony, and her black hair was braided and clipped on top of her head. Farah took a deep breath, feeling it rattle through her, and smiled wanly.
'Thankyou.' Farah breathed. 'Now all I have to do walk in there.' She smiled at the expectant girls, who let out a collective breath as their giggles rang through the room. The door opened, and the room's occupants bowed as the Maharajah walked in. Smiling appreciatively, he studied his daughter.
'You look so much like your mother.' He murmured, and Farah flushed.
'Really Father?' She asked hopefully. Her father laughed.
'Yes, my dear. You look beautiful.' The maharajah watched for a second. 'I brought you something. It was your mothers.' He gestured, and his manservant brought forward a small chest. He opened it and drew out a glimmering gold tikka. Farah's mouth dropped open in shock.
'Father, I cannot wear this, it is the Maharani's tikka!'
'And, one day, you will be Maharani. You had better get used to wearing it.' Her father gently laid it on her head, then turned her to face the glass. 'There. It completes you.' Farah blushed.
'Thankyou, my father.' She hugged him, her frame trembling, and her father kissed her cheek.
'Now. Time to get this underway.' He said briskly, stepping back to allow the girls to fix the tikka in place. As Farah watched in the looking-glass, Nona stepped forward shyly and gently drew the soft material over Farah's head, pinning it in place carefully. Farah felt her knees turn to jelly as her entourage lined up in front of her and they left the chambers.
Shah gulped as a breeze drifted across his neck, and he knew the doors had opened. At an encouraging smile from Thaseem, he steeled himself as the handmaidens progressed up the temple and knelt in the front row. Thaseem's grin grew wider, and the youngest prince couldn't help himself. He looked.
An angel drifted down the centre aisle of the temple. He could feel his nervousness slipping away as he watched the woman of his dreams walk towards him confidently. As she reached the steps, he extended his hand and guided her up the steps, his fingers caressing hers softly as he stared in wonderment at her. Farah smiled coyly as she took her place by his side, her heart hammering in her chest. Slowly, they knelt either side of the screen, and the high priest began the ritual. Shah barely listened as he answered the questions and listened to the priest's prayers of ritual. The Hindu readings were read in a nod to Farah's religion, finally the curtain dropped, and the newly married prince and princess threw rice over one another, signalling their marriage. Cheers erupted as Shah took his princess's hands, bowed over them, and kissed them. The world melted away for him as he straightened, gazing at her with a smirk on his face. Farah smirked back and gave his hand a quick tug, pulling him back to the wedding as they turned to face the visiting delegates. As they left the temple, the cheers magnified with the crowd of people, and the new couple were whisked away to the palace for their wedding feast.
The feast was loud, and full of laughter, but Farah heard it nonetheless.
'Well princess, is this arrangement to your liking?' Farah smirked to herself, then schooled her features to face her husband with a bored look.
'It suits all parties prince. I am merely a tool to be bargained with for peace for my kingdom.' Her prince smiled back at her.
'Oh I think you are much more than that. A politician, a warrior, and a princess? You might want to be careful, strong women can be considered threatening.'
'Are you threatened by me prince?'
'Yes, extremely.' The prince quipped, amusement dancing in his eyes.
'Then I shall have no problem in my marriage to you. It will be good to have a subservient man. Perhaps I should take a lover, in case Persian princes are not all they are reported to be.' The princess smiled wickedly.
'Trying to make me jealous? It won't work you know.' The prince replied lazily, biting into a fig.
'Really, and why is that?' The princess's eyes sparkled playfully. The prince watched the feast.
'Because Persian princes are everything they are reported to be.' Shah turned his head, enjoying the flush of colour that stained his wife's cheeks. Tenderly, he reached out a hand and stroked the smooth skin, his calloused fingers rough against her cheek as he chuckled low in his throat. 'No cutting remark princess? I'm shocked.' Farah shuddered pleasantly at his touch and tried to ignore the heat that flooded through her.
'Well that was easy.' Farah retorted. The prince laughed, took her hand, and kissed it lingeringly. Farah felt the heat pool in her core, and her breathing became quicker. The young prince watched her reaction, fascinated by her soft, full lips that parted as she stared at him in nervous excitement. His study of her was interrupted by a dignitary, who settled in next to him, seemingly for a long discussion about border disputes. Tearing his gaze away, Shah turned to his guest, wishing that he could leave the feast with his new wife, and completely missed the sudden mischievous smile that crossed Farah's face. After a few minutes of the prince acting like he was interested, Farah gently laid a hand on her prince's thigh, making him jump like a jackrabbit. Slowly, she began stroking her hand up and down his leg beneath the table, watching as his fist clenched and hearing him clear his throat more than was strictly necessary. She grinned evilly as his hand slipped beneath the table and grabbed hers, squeezing her fingers and gently holding it steady. Suddenly, she felt much better about tonight.
An hour later, that feeling had gone. Her handmaidens had descended on her, whisking her away from the festivities and towards the marital chambers. Her knees weakened and her head pounded as she realised what was coming next, but she managed to hold herself steady as Nona and the others dressed her in the sheerest gown she had ever seen. As the moon rose, the girls tidied the room, clearing away her wedding things and lighting a fire and candles. Quietly, they bowed to her, their hands pressed together, and filed out past her, Nona giving her a friendly squeeze before she closed the door. Farah flicked her hands nervously, sighing. She paced the room, trying to ignore the humungous bed that dominated the room and seemed to grow larger everytime she looked at it. Mentally shaking herself, she decided to lie across it, expectantly watching the door. After a few seconds she got up hurriedly, and resumed pacing. Her attention caught, she strode to the balcony and pulled the doors closed, looked at them for a moment and then pushed them open again.
'Much better. It's a warm night, a breeze will be welcome.' An amused voice came from behind her, and Farah whirled. Shah lounged by the door, watching her with a bemused expression. Farah's heart fluttered in her chest, and she felt her cheeks flush with embarrassment. Shah chuckled. 'You blush very easily princess. It's very becoming on you.' Farah dropped her gaze slightly, unsure and nervous. 'No words of welcome for your husband princess?' Shah came toward her slowly. Farah stood her ground, her gaze averted. 'Farah?' The prince stopped in front of her. 'Look at me, Farah.' He waited patiently. Slowly, hesitantly, Farah looked at a certain patch of skin on his cheek. The prince waited, and Farah's nervous gaze flickered to his steady one. 'I will never hurt you, I promise.' He said earnestly. 'Tell me what you are feeling.' Farah paused.
'I am happy. To be married to you. But I'm scared. I don't really know what I'm doing, and I'm scared you won't want me after tonight.' The prince smiled warmly at her.
'That, my love, will never happen.' He assured her, and Farah felt the knot of fear loosen a little. 'We will go slow, as slow as you like. If you feel uncomfortable at any point, you must tell me, understand?' Farah nodded mutely, all her regal bravado gone in the face of her naivety. Shah raised his hands to her face and leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to her lips. His hands framed her face as he rained soft kisses on her cheeks, her chin, her forehead and her eyes. Drawing back, he smiled at her closed eyes and upturned face. He kissed her lips again, his hands skimming down her neck and across her shoulders. His lips drifted down her throat and over her collarbone as his hands slowly pushed the straps of her nightgown off, pooling it at her feet and exposing her to the cool night air. He slowly stepped around her, kissing his way across the back of her shoulders and neck, feathery kisses that left a trail of goose pimples in his wake. Farah drew a long shuddering breath as he kissed his way back around her shoulders and up her throat, ending with a soft kiss to her lips again. He leaned back, enjoying the sight of her open lips and flushed skin. Her sunkissed skin danced with shadows from the flickering fire, and her breasts rose and fell gently with every breath she took. Shah felt his blood quicken as he watched the shadows dance across her naked chest, and he resisted the urge to reach out and fill his hands with her soft mounds. He tore his gaze away and focussed on her face. Her eyes, dark and uncertain were wide and innocent in her beautiful face. Slowly, he took her hands and placed one against his cheek, watching her reaction carefully. 'Your turn.' He murmured, letting go of her hand. It stayed there of its own accord, which he took as a good sign. 'I won't touch you until you ask.'
Farah took a deep breath, and stepped closer. Rising up on her toes slightly, she pressed a chaste kiss to his lips. Shah kept his hands by his side, kissing her back gently, willing himself to go slow. Emboldened by her success, Farah kissed him again, firmer, pushing into him slightly. Shah could feel her breast press against him, two hard nubs rubbing against his thin shirt, and he groaned involuntarily. Farah leaned back, watching his desire grow in his eyes as he fought with himself to stay still for her. Painfully slowly, she slid her hand down his shirt, tugging gently at the lacing and feeling it give beneath her fingers. Fascinated, she watched her hands as they moved lower, grasping the bottom of the shirt and lifting it over the prince's head, revealing a muscular body that set her pulse racing. As it got higher, the prince helped her lift off the shirt, and her hands drifted down to rest on his hardened chest, feeling his heart hammering beneath the skin. Electricity bolted through her as she grazed her palms over his peaked nipples, and he groaned loudly as she skimmed across them with a feather light touch. Enjoying her power over him, she ghosted lower, her fingers dancing over his chiselled abdomen, making it flex in response.
'That tickles.' Shah grunted apologetically. Grinning wickedly, Farah splayed her hand over his belly again, lightly tickling over it, and Shah's hand shot out and grabbed hers, making her jump. She glanced up, seeing the lust in his eyes, and smiled coyly as her other hand started to move again. Shah closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling of her tiny hand on him and releasing her other hand. As Farah's fingers reached the waist of his trousers, she found two diagonal lines and ran her hands down them. Fascinated by them, she followed them down over the material, and grazed something hard. Shah groaned loudly, and Farah paused to look at him. He had his head down, and his hands were fisted at his side in an attempt to keep from touching her. Farah took pity on him.
'Touch me Prince.' She whispered, her voice in that new husky tone that she was beginning to like. Shah's head snapped up, and he locked gazes with her, wild lust to smouldering power. His hands snaked out and rested on her hips, his fingers running up and down her sides as she danced her hands up his chest to rest on his shoulders. Cautiously she kissed him, and his hands stopped at her hips as he kissed her carefully. Feeling adventurous, she ran her tongue along his closed lips, and her prince opened them just enough. She slipped her tongue inside tentatively, exploring carefully. When her tongue brushed against his, she froze, but his gentle caress soothed her, and together they began to dance slowly. Her confidence grew, and she thrust against his tongue harder, moaning as she did. Shah's grip on her hips tightened, and he dragged her to him, crushing her to his body, his hands possessively sliding over her backside as their tongues battled for dominance. Farah gasped in shock as she felt a hard length pressing into her underbelly, and Shah took advantage of the fact to lift one hand to the back of her head, holding her against him and sweeping his tongue around hers. His other hand squeezed her buttock, and he felt her hands skim round his shoulders to clutch at his back as she lost herself to the heady sensations. He trailed hot wet kisses down her jawline, following her throat to the swell of her breast as her hands tangled in his hair. She leaned back, unruly curls falling free as he licked around her breast, getting closer and closer to her sensitive peaks. His hot mouth closed over it, and she cried out in pleasure as his tongue swirled around her nipple. Her leg rubbed up his slowly, and he supported her curved back with one hand as his other grabbed her leg and hooked it around his waist. He ground closer to her, his length pressing into her centre as she clung to him in wanton desire while his teeth nipped at the soft flesh of her breast.
'Unh, Prince…' Farah moaned as his hand slid higher up her thigh, caressing her smooth rounded cheek and moulding it to his fingers. Questing further, he sensed heat and continued his path as his mouth switched to the other breast, his fingers moving relentlessly towards their goal. Farah's hands clutched at his head as his tongue moved languidly over her taut nipple, and Shah grinned against her skin as his fingers found the source of the heat. Sliding a single digit along her, he groaned as he felt how silky she felt. Farah jerked, crying out as his finger caressed her lightly, the slight touch making her wet centre pound in excitement as she rolled her hips towards her tormentor. The prince left her breast, closing his eyes and panting heavily as he fought to maintain control.
'For someone who is unsure of this, you certainly know how to tease, woman.' He growled, his hand sliding round and across her thigh again. Farah smiled coyly, and Shah's blood pounded in his ears.
'I'm a fast learner.' She purred seductively, and the prince abandoned all pretence of control, grabbing her head and slamming his lips to hers in a demanding and ferocious kiss. Farah moaned as hot pleasure shot through her body, feeling her womanhood become slick and wet at the sudden intrusion. Shah pressed closer to her, forcing her backwards roughly, his linen trousers straining to confine him as his hardened member leaked through the thin material. His hands roved down he body, holding her flush to him until her knees hit something soft. Quick as lightning, her prince left off kissing her, he ripped the covers back then, hooking his arm around her knees and lifting her bodily, he laid her tenderly on the bed. Farah scooted backwards, her nervousness returning as the dancing light licked across his chiselled body. Shah lost himself for a moment, watching her full breasts bounce as she moved, her aroused tips dark against her toned skin. Her legs rubbed nervously against each other, long elegant limbs that slid silkily over each other, drawing his gaze higher to her perfect centre.
'Lie back.' He instructed softly, and Farah nodded slowly. Her legs moving sinuously, she stretched backwards with feline grace, lying back against the pillows. Her arms automatically came up to rest either side of her head, baring her completely to her lover, who drank in the sight gladly. 'Woman, do you know what you do to me?' He growled huskily, and Farah's eyes slid downwards, following his muscles to his obvious arousal, and her gaze grew dark with lust. Taking a deep breath, she crooked a finger and beckoned him to her. Shah groaned and crawled onto the bed, his hand finding her leg and running up it as he moved closer to her. Farah's body rolled as his hand slid over her supple skin, following the line of her hip, across her belly, over her sensitized straining tip and around her neck to grasp her head as he leaned over her and kissed her hard. He pinned her in place as her hands smoothed down his body to his waistband, where she tugged on the lacings. Shah pressed closer to her, his weeping manhood pressing against her as she frantically kissed him back, her questing fingers sliding under the material and delicately lying on his rear end. The princess clenched her hands slightly, and her lover gasped as she massaged his soft skin, his member twitching in pleasure against her as she learnt the right buttons to push. But it wasn't enough. Frantically, she grabbed his waistband, pushing the thin material as she desperately sought to feel his skin against hers. Her lover rolled to her side, lifting his hips and there was a frenzied few moments as they rid themselves of the last barrier between them. Shah turned to her, and Farah gasped, then blushed as the size of him dawned on her. She looked away, embarrassed and shy, and the prince chuckled. 'Still nervous my love?' Farah felt a warm glow at the term of endearment, and his strong fingers on her cheek turned her back to him. Slowly, he slipped his hand into hers and drew it towards him. Fascinated, Farah watched her hand glide closer to his exposed erection, her blood heating as his wet tip shone in the light. As her fingers met his velvet skin, Shah closed his eyes in pleasure, letting her hand wander as his hand dropped away. Farah gingerly stroked down his shaft, following the hard line of flesh, and entranced by the experience. Wonderingly, she wrapped her hand around his base, and Shah groaned loudly, the sound drawing her attention. The prince's head was back against the pillows, his eyes closed in ecstasy, his hands fisting in the sheets. Farah watched carefully as she slid her grasping hand up his length, watching the shudder that ran through him and the pleasure in his face.
'Does that make you happy Prince?' She asked, quietly, her gaze lidded. 'Do you want me to do it again?' The prince moaned as she rubbed her hand down him again.
'By the gods yes!' He gasped, his hips jerking as he panted loudly. Farah smiled seductively, all naivety gone as she rubbed up and down him in long smooth strokes, her clenched hand hot and warm around his engorged length. She watched avidly as she worked, her hand pumping hard as his tip leaked juices. She swirled her thumb around his tip, and Shah's hand shot out and grabbed her hip, his fingers digging into her, almost painfully, but the princess smiled in anticipation. Struck by an idea, she chanced a look at her lover's raptured face, and sank her hot wet mouth over him. 'Unh!' Shah grunted, his body tensing. He tasted salty and hot, and Farah put her tongue to use as she worked over him, her tongue swirling and licking along his shaft. She sucked him slowly, dragging her lips off him with a small pop, and then immediately sank onto him again. Shah's hips jerked in response, his hands grasping her head as she bobbed on his erection, sucking and licking along him. She moaned, and the vibrations nearly sent him over the edge, his self control nearly shattering as she flicked her tongue over his weeping head. He dragged her up to him and kissed her deeply, tasting himself in her mouth and clasping her lithe body to him. In a fluid motion, he rolled them over so that she was positioned beneath him. Her hands clenched on his shoulders as they eagerly delved into the other's hot cavern, running tongues along teeth and mashing together as Shah's hand drifted between them. Farah jerked as his calloused fingers slid between her legs, pinning her hot folds apart and sliding along her silk centre. She shuddered, moaning as his finger moved back and forth, feeling her hot juice dripping from her and exploring her crevice.
'Gods…' She breathed as his finger tortured her, ripping her mouth away for a moment as she rolled beneath his experienced digits. Shah grinned wickedly as he claimed her mouth again, then slid his finger inside her quickly. She stiffened at the intrusion, and Shah waited for a second, feeling her hesitation, then pumped it in and out once, twice, three times. Her walls were so wet, and hot and ready for him, but he forced himself to go slow as she adjusted to it. Her leg slid up his, stroking along his side and hooking behind his leg, and he kissed her fiercely, his passion taking over. Quickly, he slipped a second finger inside her, and Farah cried out at the new sensation. Her hips moved reflexively as he pushed, burying his fingers hilt deep inside her, feeling her muscles flex around him as her head thrashed. 'Unh…Prince…' she panted as her hands dug into his shoulders, her nails scraping in painful pleasure against his skin. 'Gods…yes…ah!' She screamed as she came, her walls clenching around his fingers as her orgasm ripped through her and poured her juice down his fingers. Shah kept moving, watching as his goddess jerked in pleasure, her mouth wide and panting as she rode out her climax on his talented fingers. As she floated down the other side, the prince loomed over her, licking his fingers and savouring the taste of her. She watched in a pleasure filled haze then grabbed his hand, surprising her Prince. Her eyes on him, she licked his fingers, tasting herself and moaned slightly as she felt him twitch against her. Shah, his eyes filled with lust, watched closely and waited. 'It's time, Prince.'
'This will hurt, but it will fade, I promise.'
'I'm ready.' The prince smiled down at his love, then leaned down slowly to kiss her tenderly. Supporting himself on his elbows, he kissed her chastely and nudged her legs apart with his knee, positioning himself at her entrance. Farah sighed in contentment as she felt his tip nestling against her dripping entrance, and Shah waited until she looked at him. He held her gaze as he slid gently in, feeling her barrier. Leaning down, her kissed her tenderly, then thrust his member in sharply, breaking through her final barrier and driving home. Farah cried out, and he rained kisses on her, fighting to stay still as she adjusted to the feeling. His hands stroked down her, smoothing her tense muscles, whispering words of comfort as she slowly grew accustomed to him. Hip bone to hip bone, she could feel him throbbing inside her, and she felt strangely satisfied as her feet tangled around his thighs. The prince groaned as the new angle opened a deeper depth for him, and he couldn't resist a slow pull out so that he could plunge in again. Farah gasped, and he froze, but the pain was dulling to an ache, and Farah kissed him to indicate it was time to move. Shah groaned and leaned into the kiss, thrusting into her again, and Farah arched her back in pleasure as she forgot her pain. Her lover slowly picked up the pace, moving languidly at first, then faster and more urgently as he let his desire take control. She was hot and wet and tight, and he grunted happily as he plunged into her again and again, his hot manhood sliding easily in and out of her, her walls slick and pulsing as they clenched around him. He wrapped his arms around her and dragged her up, sitting back so that they were flush to each other. She unhooked her legs and braced on the bed, moving sinuously in his lap as he lapped at her collarbone, thrusting upwards into her as she slammed down onto him. Her breasts bounced as she moved, her hands on his shoulders giving her leverage as she pushed down onto him.
'Prince! Ah….gods….my love…..Prince!' She screamed as Shah filled her again and again, her body on fire as her climax raced towards her. Shah tipped them backwards again as her felt his orgasm boiling to the surface, dragging her legs behind him and burying himself in her hot cavern until he wasn't sure where she ended and he began. Again and again he slammed into her, Farah's hips ramming upwards to meet him as his head dipped into her shoulder, his hands clutching at her hips as he plundered her depths. Farah's nails scraped down his back, and he hissed in pleasure.
'Farah, gods….unh…..yes….Farah! UNH!'
'Prince, ah, ah, ah, ah, AH!' Farah screamed as her orgasm ripped through her, more powerful making her see stars. A second later, Shah's followed, his hot seed spurting into her, his thrusts slamming into her as he prolonged their release. Farah shuddered as her nerve endings frazzled, her body stiffening as she came, feeling herself clench around his pulsing shaft as he filled her completely, his body tensing with the effort. Shah dropped his head into her shoulder, his body sweaty and hot as his thrusts slowed and finally stopped. His breathing laboured, he stayed there, a pleasant weight on Farah's chest. Lovingly, she wrapped her arms around him and tickled over his back, calming him as his heart rate slowed. After a few minutes, he turned his head tiredly.
'I'll give you a million gold pieces not to stop that.' He mumbled. Farah smiled indulgently.
'Give me your heart and we'll call it even.' She whispered. Shah slowly withdrew from her depths and rolled over, pulling her with him. He looked down at her from the pillow as she propped her chin on his muscled chest.
'Can't give you what you already have.' His hand traced the line of her spine as he watched her closely. Farah smiled and contentedly laid her head down, her ear pressed to his beating heart. Her husbands warm hands drifted across her silken skin, soothing away her pleasantly aching pains.
'I love you, Kakolukia.' She murmured as she drifted off to sleep. A soft kiss brushed against her hair.
'And I love you, Princess.'