**The Sultan’s Prize**

I had heard stories about Andleeb—the rumors of her beauty spreading like wildfire through the court. The poets whispered of her golden skin, her dark eyes that could command an empire, and the way her hips swayed when she walked. But no words could have prepared me for the moment she was brought before me.

I was seated on my throne, dressed in silk and jewels, the weight of my crown heavy on my brow. The guards led her in, her wrists bound loosely with silk, a sign of respect even in surrender. She was dressed in sheer, shimmering fabric that clung to every curve, her nipples just visible beneath the delicate cloth, her waist cinched with a jeweled belt. When she lifted her gaze to meet mine, I felt my cock harden instantly.

“You are as beautiful as they say,” I murmured, my voice thick with desire.

Andleeb smirked, defiant even now. “And you are as arrogant as they warned.”

A slow grin spread across my face. She had fire. I liked that.

I dismissed the guards with a wave, leaving us alone in the candlelit chamber. Rising from my throne, I stepped down to her, my fingers tracing the curve of her throat. “You belong to me now.”

She shivered but didn’t pull away. “Do I?”

I didn’t answer. Instead, I grabbed the silk binding her wrists and pulled her against me, my other hand tangling in her hair. When my lips crashed down on hers, she gasped, but her mouth opened beneath mine, her tongue meeting my own with equal hunger. I could feel her tits pressed against my chest, her nipples stiff even through the fabric.

My hands were urgent, tearing at her clothes until she stood bare before me, her skin glowing in the firelight. Her tits were full and heavy, her nipples dark and begging to be sucked. My mouth closed over one, and she moaned, her fingers digging into my shoulders as I sucked hard.

“Yes, my king,” she breathed.

I growled against her skin. My fingers slid down her stomach, through the soft curls between her thighs, and then lower—her pussy was already wet, her lips swollen with need. I rubbed my thumb over her clit, and she whimpered, her hips jerking.

“Tell me you want this,” I commanded.

Andleeb’s breath was ragged. “I want you inside me.”

That was all I needed. I pushed her back onto the bed, my own clothes shed in an instant. My cock was thick and hard, already glistening at the tip. I pressed the head between her slick folds, teasing her entrance before driving into her with one deep thrust.

She cried out, her nails raking down my back as I filled her completely. Her cunt was tight, so fucking tight, gripping me like a fist. I groaned, burying myself to the hilt, then pulling back only to slam into her again.

“You feel like heaven,” I gritted out, my hips pistoning into her.

Andleeb arched beneath me, her tits bouncing with every thrust. “Fuck me harder,” she gasped.

I obeyed, gripping her thighs and spreading her wider, slamming into her without mercy. The sound of our bodies meeting was filthy, wet slaps filling the air. Her pussy sucked me in, her walls quivering around my cock as she neared her peak.

“Come for me,” I ordered.

She screamed my name as she shattered, her cunt clenching around me, milking my cock. The sensation was too much—I growled, fucking her through her orgasm until my own release tore through me, filling her deep.

When I finally collapsed beside her, she turned her head to look at me, a satisfied smirk on her lips.

“Not bad for a first time, my king.”

I chuckled, pulling her against me. “There will be many more.”