Sunday- A Masquerade Who: Al-Adil & Valerian When: Evening Where: The Bellagio What: A Seduction Rating: NC17 (Sex: The righteous man & The shapeshifter) Status: COMPLETE
Prince Valerian awoke late Sunday and lay in his immense bed…frustrated, although he shared it with 5 beautiful male and female ‘pets’; he had spent most of the night visiting his lust upon the three young men and two young women in countless ways. These were slaves that were handpicked by Valerian for their great beauty and trained by him to be masterful lovers in bed…and yet he could not satisfy his one nagging desire. He wanted Al-Adil.
He had enjoyed the past two days, being able to test him, taunt him and see how strong his moral and personal defenses were. The fact that they were as strong as the pious man pretended them to be, made the Prince want him even more. He slapped the bed with the flat of his hand, “WAKE UP! Ginger! Scooter! All of you! Back to your rooms! Your master needs solitude so he can think!”. Quickly grabbing the clothing they had worn, the slaves left immediately, without a word…they knew Valerian’s orders were not to be questioned.
Valerian left the bed and went to the bar to pour himself a glass of blood-wine. He always kept a few bottles of Clay’s special brand made only for him. Taking a large drink, he paced and thought of Al-Adil, “Damn this false posturing and diplomacy we need to keep up to maintain the status quo in this fucking city”, he growled to himself, “I miss the old days!…”, he stopped in front of his full-length mirror and admired his, tall, muscular, naked body, “…In the old days, I would have grabbed Al-Adil, ripped that abaya from his sexy, righteous body and taken him right there in front of everybody!”. He licked his lips at the thought. Then a thought came to the Prince, “In the old days!”, he laughed.
Pushing the button on his console, he waited until his young squire, Freckles, entered. “Freckles, I want you to fetch my tailor and seamstress. Tell them it’s an emergency and to bring helpers. Hurry along!”. Back in front of the mirror, the Prince ran his fingers through his long dark hair and concentrated, causing his body to shift and rearrange itself…when he was finished, the 6’4” , muscular Sanguine Prince was replaced by a 5’5”, stunningly beautiful brunette with large dark eyes and long, curling black hair. He cupped the lovely breasts he saw in the mirror and ran his hands over the smooth womanly curves, “Hello, Khulud”, he greeted himself, “Are you ready to go hunting?”.