Darius groaned out loud as he pushed his way into her, and he was so close to coming that after two hard thrusts he exploded into her depths, his entire body tensing up as he released his seed so hard into her she swore she could taste it. Clearly she’d sucked him well, Jan thought as she smiled like a witch while the Sheikh unloaded into her, his strong hips pumping with deep, deliberate thrusts as his cock spurted its semen against the back walls of her cavern.
Darius came for a long time, and Jan smiled the entire way through. Ephraim was still beneath her, his cock hard and full against her soft ass, his fingers still pinching her nipples that were so sore she knew she’d have bruises on her soft breasts by the evening. Finally Darius was done, and with a shuddering groan he pushed out the last of his load and kissed her forehead, her lips, her cheeks, her chin. She kissed him back, still smiling as she relaxed and prepared to be held after the madness of what had just gone down.
And it was only then that it hit her that she wasn’t done, not even close.
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“So you choose to give yourself to him first?! After what we have shared?!” roared Ephraim as he grabbed a fistful of her hair from behind and pulled her away from Darius.
Jan yelped in shock, her eyes opening wide as she was broken out of the wonderful state she’d been in after feeling Sheikh Darius pour the heat of his arousal into her ready depths. She felt Darius’s cock slide out of her, and suddenly she was empty, alone, scared as she sensed the fury of Ephraim’s unsatisfied arousal.
Oh, God, he’s seriously insulted, it hit her when Ephraim whipped her body around to face him, and a chill ran through her when she looked into his eyes. She’d just spent four days with him, and she’d come in his arms as she stared into those eyes. Oh, God, how was she going to manage this?! How could this ever work?!
“You looked into my eyes and came for me,” he whispered, leaning close and sniffing her like a dog in heat. “And now you take Darius in your mouth, take him in your cunt, while I hold you like a servant, a slave, a second-place finisher. Never again. Never again. You hear me?”
Jan felt herself nodding as she looked into his eyes, and she smiled and tried to kiss him. But he pushed her face away roughly, even as she tried to kiss him again.
“No,” he said. “You do not look at me now. Turn around. On your knees, and turn around. Face the good Sheikh Darius, and let him see you pay the price for giving him first entry.”
Jan shuddered as she did what he said. Ephraim was deadly serious, naked and hard as he went up on his knees behind her. His cock was erect and angry, red and oozing, and he gave her one last look before grabbing her hair again and turning her to face away from him.
“Up on your knees for your Sheikh,” he ordered, pushing her face forward, angling her ass upwards. “Good. Now look at the good Sheikh Darius, and thank him for what is about to come.”
Jan blinked away the haze as fear gave her a clarity that was dazzling. She stared at Darius, who was lazily spread on the deck before her, naked and glistening with sweat, breathing heavily, his cock half-erect and still oozing semen onto the wooden planks. He had a half-smile on his face, and he just looked into her eyes without making any move toward her.
“What’s happening, Darius?” Jan whispered as she felt Ephraim’s hands leave her for a moment.
“Just look at me,” Darius said. “Just look at me. It will be all right after the initial shock.”
“Yes, look at him, Jan,” came Ephraim’s voice from behind. “But do not believe him for a moment. It will most certainly not be all right after the initial shock.”
Jan turned her head in panic, and it was just in time to see Ephraim twisting his thick leather belt around his right hand and brandishing it like a whip. Then he smiled at her, looked at Darius for a moment, and without any more hesitation brought the leather tail down smack on her naked buttocks.
She screamed as the whiplash stung her like a thousand needles, and she scrambled to turn away from him. But suddenly Darius was there in front of her, holding her in place, pushing her shoulders down towards the deck so her ass was forced to stay upturned and ready for the next strike.
“What are you doing, you maniacs?!” she screamed as Ephraim brought the whip down on her again, sending shards of pain through her buttocks and thighs. She could see Darius’s cock harden before her very eyes, and she strained her neck to look up at him. “Please,” she groaned as Ephraim lashed out for the third time, almost making her eyes pop out from the feeling of the heavy leather slapping against her bare, sunbaked skin. “Make him stop.”
“Only you can make him stop,” said Darius.
“How?” she screamed as Ephraim whipped her again so hard she almost burst into tears. “He’s gone mad! How can I make him stop?!”
Darius leaned close, and in his eyes she saw something that made her shiver, like this was another test, a test for him, for her, for all three of them. “Just say stop,” he whispered. “If you wish to be queen, act like a queen. You choose. You decide. You command.” He took a breath as his jaw tightened. “You choose whether to submit.”
Jan stared back at Darius as Ephraim whipped her one last time and then started to spank her bottoms with his open palms, slapping her hard and firm, making her buttocks shiver as he roared. Suddenly Jan decided that she was indeed in control, that even though she couldn’t possibly match up with even one of these Sheikhs physically, she was still in control. She thought back to the way she’d looked into Ephraim’s eyes as she came for him, and for a moment she understood the perverse rage he must feel at seeing her take another man into her mouth, invite him into her vagina, smile as he came into her depths. They were all being tested, weren’t they? It was an experiment for all of them, wasn’t it?
So as she felt herself being spanked raw from behind even as Darius’s cock began to harden in front of her, Jan smiled and turned her head halfway and whispered to Ephraim: “Don’t stop. Let it out, Ephraim. Everything you have. I can take it. I will take it.”
As she said it she felt Darius’s cock go to full mast in front of her, and without thinking she took him back into her mouth just as she felt Ephraim part her from behind and drive up into her. Suddenly she was filled from front and behind, two Sheikhs taking her at once, sharing her, both of them so hard and monstrous she could barely breathe.
For a moment it felt like time stood still, and she smiled as the sun beat down on her naked back. Her eyes stayed closed, but she could see golden light all around her, like the waters of the Golden Oasis were shining inside her. Then she began to move, slowly, rocking back and forth, acutely aware of Darius in her mouth and Ephraim in her pussy, realizing without a doubt that she was controlling both of them right now, that they were powerless, in her power, that she owned them, ruled them, wanted them, loved them.
A moment later she felt them both come, and her own orgasm rolled in alongside like it had been waiting in the wings, watching Jan’s transformation into this woman, this beast, this queen. She swallowed Darius’s seed as she clenched her pussy and milked Ephraim’s throbbing cock, Darius’s balls slapping against her chin as Ephraim’s sacks pressed against the fork beneath her ass. Both kings were roaring to the heavens, calling out the name of their god, shouting in Arabic as they shared her sex. But for Jan everything was quiet, serene, calm as the waters of the oasis.
Then as she felt the two Sheikhs finish inside her and pull out, both of them reaching for her stretched and exhausted body as the three of them lay together on the exposed deck, Jan thought that the calm she felt was an illusion, that there was a storm coming, and she was in the eye of it.
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“We will never see eye to eye on this,” said Ephraim, glowering at Darius as the two of them stared at one another across the fire-pit that they’d filled with wood and charcoal that Darius had brought on his boat. “Sex is one thing. But beyond that? It will never be
settled.”
Darius glanced over toward the door to the guest house. Jan hadn’t emerged from inside yet, and the two Sheikhs had been alone for almost an hour. They’d been silent thus far, neither of them wanting to show their hand, to reveal that already they were feeling something for Jan, that this was not going to be as simple as an arrangement that could be managed like a transaction.
“That is why we are here, away from everyone else, just the three of us,” Darius said quietly. “Because it has to be settled before we go back. One way or the other, Ephraim. Time is running out, and you know it.”
Ephraim took a breath and shook his head. “Ya Allah, I understand why you started this thing in motion. The plan to have two Sheikhs marry one woman is so insane it just could turn this entire mess around and allow us to bring our kingdoms into the future without bloodshed and without shaming our people by either of us looking weak. And it might have even worked if we could manage this as a transaction. But she has gotten to me, Darius. There is something about her, and I do not know if I can share her.”
“I worry that I feel the same way. But we must get past it. For the sake of our kingdoms, this is the only way through this. She is the way.”
“Kalam farigh,” said Ephraim gruffly, running his fingers through his dark hair. “It is not the only way. It is the way you want. You know my army outnumbers yours. You know that if I invade Noramaar, it is by no means certain that Saudi Arabia will come to your aid. You know that you would be forced to surrender or else face casualties that would make your people hate you for sending their sons and daughters to be slaughtered.”
“And then what? Those same people would love and respect the victorious Sheikh Ephraim, the man who committed the slaughter? Hah!” Darius clenched his jaw and stared into Ephraim’s eyes without blinking. “You cannot threaten me, Ephraim. I know you well enough. If you had the stupidity to attempt an invasion, you would have done it by now.”
“How do you know I have not already ordered it, while you and I are playing this schoolboy’s game around a campfire?” Ephraim said, his face lightening a bit as he leaned back and reached for the wine he’d been drinking. “How do you know I will not cut your throat while you sleep? There is no deep hatred between us. In another world we would be great friends. But in this world I would trade your life for the future of my people without hesitation.”
“As would I,” said Darius, reaching behind him and grasping the leather case he’d carried over from the mainland. “Which is why I have a proposal of last resort. If we cannot get this to work with Jan, cannot manage our own emotions, our own egos, then we work it out the only other way that is right. Man to man. You and me.”
He flipped open the case and turned it so Ephraim could see the contents. Ephraim glanced at the two guns and two daggers, and his eyes narrowed and then went wide. He blinked as he glanced up at Darius.
“A duel?” he said slowly. Then he nodded, his green eyes darkening, the flames of the fire dancing in reflection. “A duel,” he said firmly, nodding again. “And the winner gets what?”
“Everything,” said Darius. “All the spoils. Just like the stories of old. The woman, the kingdoms, everything.”
Ephraim laughed, tossing his head back and drinking the wine to the last drop. “Ya Allah, the good Sheikh Darius! You never cease to surprise me. Join me or fight me. That is the choice you present, yes?”
“Those appear to be the only two options,” Darius said, closing the case with a snap and shrugging. “I agree, it may not be sustainable to share a woman that we both might truly care about. Sharing her sex is one thing. But more than that . . . ya Allah, perhaps I was wrong. Perhaps even Jan was wrong. Which means there will only be one real option before war. We fight it out like kings, just the two of us, putting ourselves on the line instead of the men and women of our armies.”
The two men sat silent for a while, Darius sipping his tea, Ephraim drinking his wine. The flames crackled and spit as the stars looked down upon them, and then Ephraim spoke.
“Who will be first husband if we do agree to marry her,” he said quietly. “First husband would sit to her right in the court, be the first to ascend should anything happen to her. How do we decide that? Another duel?”
Darius laughed, his face settling into a smile as he glanced at the door to make sure Jan wasn’t listening. “There is a way to compete to be first husband. It occurred to me earlier, when we were sharing her, making wagers, arguing over the right of first entry.”
“Go on,” said Ephraim, leaning forward and looking into the flame. “What new game does the good Sheikh Darius have in mind?”
“The oldest test of a man’s strength and power,” Darius whispered. “Of a man’s vigor, his very essence.”
He stayed quiet, watching Ephraim as the younger Sheikh frowned and then opened his eyes wide.
“Ya Allah,” said Ephraim. “You are a twisted man, are you not?! Do you mean what I think you mean?”
Darius nodded. “Another sort of duel, but one that ends in life, not death. The first man who gets there is first husband. The first to her womb. The first to get her pregnant. The first to father an heir.”
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Jan listened from behind the door, not sure if she should scream or throw up, run or walk out there and spit in their faces. Her body was now a battlefield, a chessboard, a goddamn playground?! The first to get her pregnant?! Was she living in the Middle Ages?
No, she reminded herself as she took deep breaths to calm herself down. You are living in a world older than the Middle Ages, older than any form of modern society. The world of your ancestors, when small tribes shared everything: food, shelter, mates, and . . . and . . .
Suddenly the answer came to her as she remembered her research into those hunter-gatherer tribes of old who shared it all. Yes, she thought. Perhaps this can work. Perhaps this is the only way it can work. Let them make their move. I have a move too.
Frowning, she walked to the pantry, where they’d laid out all the food and drink. She looked through what she’d brought with her on Ephraim’s boat, finally smiling when she found it. A moment later she emerged from the guest house, her hair open and free, her eyes wide and wild, her curves moving elegantly beneath a long silver gown that went down to her ankles and shimmered in the moonlight like flowing water.
“Gentlemen,” she said as she tried her best not to turn bright red from the way the two Sheikhs looked at her as she walked past the flames, her ass moving beneath that gown, her breasts hanging free, no underwear on. She’d stopped telling herself that she was a whore, because she knew she didn’t believe it.
These men don’t believe it either, she told herself when she was greeted with just a tense silence. Jan thought about what she’d heard them say, and it sent a shiver through her when she realized that it was just thin satin that separated her body from these two kings who’d just made an agreement to hand over the first of first husband to the one who got her knocked up first.
But as she looked at their dark, serious faces, each one devastatingly handsome in his own way, each one a true king in his own way, the indignation she’d felt earlier was nowhere to be found. Instead it was admiration—admiration that these men would truly consider giving up their titles to find a way for their kingdoms to merge into one. No matter how twisted the options had become.
“What about two Sheikhs of one kingdom?” she asked as she sat down as gracefully as possible on the wooden bench facing the fire, Ephraim to her left, Darius to her right. She reached for the pot of sweet tea, and slowly poured out a cup. Then she waited a moment and poured out two more, letting them sit before her as the tea cooled. “Didn’t you two consider that? Wouldn’t that be a way to merge your kingdoms, handle the overflow of Habeetha’s population, and still save face and appear wise and powerful to your people?”
Darius glanced at Ephraim and then back at Ja
n. “A kingdom cannot have two rulers. The ruler marks the identity of a kingdom, sets the tone for his people. Two rulers would be no different than if I simply yielded and opened my borders to make up for Ephraim’s folly.”
Ephraim grunted, glancing briefly at Darius and then back into the flames. “If you combine two kingdoms, it has to be under one king. One ruler. Darius is right. When two corporations merge, you do not have two CEOs. There are practical considerations for policy and administration, yes, and things run better with one supreme decision-maker. But above it all is the symbolic consideration.”
Darius nodded, reaching out as Jan handed him the fresh cup of tea she’d poured. “War or marriage,” he said, sipping the tea and smacking his lips. “Those are the only ways two kingdoms can become one. It has never been otherwise.”
“And it can never be otherwise,” said Ephraim, frowning as he tossed his empty cup of wine to the side and grudgingly accepted Jan’s offer of the sweet tea. “The answer lies in war or marriage.” He sipped the tea and looked at Jan, his gaze falling to her breasts and back up to her face, glowing in the light of the flickering flames. “And although I would almost certainly win if we went to war, a king’s duty must be to prevent war as far as possible. That is the only reason I am even here.” He sipped the tea again, his gaze almost a challenge to Jan, as if he meant that he was only doing all of this for his people, not his royal cock. Certainly not for her.
“So why don’t you yield to Darius in public,” said Jan, taking the first sip of her tea and wincing from the sweetness and aftertaste, half-smiling because she knew the question would irk Ephraim. “Isn’t it a show of strength to admit your mistake and ask your neighboring kingdom for help? Isn’t that what builds alliances?”
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