Chapter 12: Hana

When all was in order and the ship was well out to sea, Admiral Hargreaves turned to the Second Officer and said, "Mr. LeBoeuf, you have the con."

"I have the con, Sir."

Henry went below and in his stateroom he ordered the new concubine to be brought to him. A few moments later she entered, still shrouded in her abaya, and made deep obeisance before him. When she showed no sign of standing again he asked her to rise and she did so. The eunuch came forward and at Henry's nod lifted the abaya from her.

The woman beneath the abaya quite took his breath away. She was almost as tall as Henry, with a creamy white skin, long blonde tresses, even longer legs, and smiling sky blue eyes. She was wearing what Henry would have described as a white silk dressing gown, except that it buttoned only at the neck. Her small breasts lifted the material out and apart so that her hairless cunt lips were in full sight. He wondered why she kept glancing round nervously; she must have known what was happening to her.

'Truly a sight to give any man wet dreams, ' thought Henry, 'and a present to me from the Emir. Now I know what Charles was hinting at is right; His Magnificence is bedding Tamsin.'

Strangely, he discovered that that prospect did not annoy him, but rather roused his prick to new strengths. At home in England, he had been worried about boys chasing his beloved daughter; here in Kobekistan it seemed the most natural thing in the world that she should be the mistress of the ruler of the land within hours of arriving there.

'No, a mistress, not the mistress, ' he mentally corrected himself.

"You are very beautiful," Henry murmured, "Where did you spring from, I wonder?"

Taking this as a direct question she replied, "Master, my mother came from Sweden, but I was born in the Golden Palace of His Magnificence, the Emir Mahmoud Abdullah, may he live for ever."

"What is your name?"

"Hana, Master," her voice sounded like that of a child, and a slightly frightened one at that.

"Are you a virgin?" he asked, thinking that would explain the nerves.

"Master, I had the privilege of sharing the Emir's bed several times," she replied with evident pride, and went to lie on the bed with her legs parted to reveal all the innermost recesses of her cunt as a deep coral pink cave with a prominent clitoris which glistened with oil.

A few seconds of this view and she rolled on her belly and quickly raised her arse, kneeling with her head on the bedding. Reaching back she parted her arse cheeks to show a sweet little rosebud of an anus which also glistened. Apparently she was oiled and ready in that orifice also. Sexual matters were clearly not what worried her, so Henry moved to the bed, shedding his clothes with alacrity. Rolling her on her back, he slid his heavily engorged penis deep into her vagina and felt her internal muscles grip him hard.