Roman Delight Ch. 08

Just as they finished the man showed up again and led her to a great chamber. Here, seated at the end of the room, on a large overly adorned chair, was the Prince. The room was filled with attendants, aristocrats, guards, and other presumably important people. Standing next the Prince's chair were three women, about the same age as the Prince, resplendently dressed and a staring down at Aurelia with scowls of venom.

"Those must be his wives," she thought to herself. "I'm sure they're thrilled that their husband is getting another piece of ass to bring to his bed."

They approached the Prince, stopping five paces off. The man bowed deeply, while Aurelia dropped to her knees and bowed her head. The man began speaking in some language she couldn't understand. While Greek was the language of commerce and scholarship, it certainly wasn't the language of the court. After a few minutes of speaking the man fell silent.

Aurelia kept he head bowed but heard the Prince rise and approach her. He placed his hand under her chin and bade her to stand. She obeyed his prompts even has lifted her head to peer into her eyes.

"I understand you are an educated woman," he said softly to her in Greek.

"Yes Master," she replied back meekly.

"That bodes well for you," he stated, and left it at that.

The Princes three wives scrutinized the pair trying to get the gist of their brief conversation, apparently none of them knew any Greek. They were Arab women who were only taught what they needed to raise children and run a household, which didn't include reading or writing.

A priest approached and performed a simple ceremony binding Aurelia to the Prince as his concubine and offering a dove as sacrifice to Ishtar.

The Prince leaned over and whispered into her ear, "I will summon you tonight."

With that he turned and returned to his chair. One of the wives, the third from the chair and most likely the most junior, approached Aurelia, grabbed her by wrist and yanked her to follow while spitting out some command in their local Bactrian language. She led Aurelia up several flights of stairs, down long hallways lined with statues to an enormous heavy wood door guarded by two large men. One of them unlocked the door and opened it, revealing a spacious room lined with curtained chambers and several girls reclining on pillows. The wife gave Aurelia a shove through the door almost sending her sprawling. The door was closed with a thud, followed by the click of the lock being re-engaged.

There were nine other occupants to the room. Two large, dark skinned, eunuchs, armed with scimitars, guarded the door on the inside and seven other girls lounged about. Two were playing harps with the rest listening to the sweet music. The girls all turned to look at her, some looked friendly, some bemused, some suspicious, but all understood they had a new sister in the harem. Four of the women were dark skinned, the same bronze color as the Prince. One was almost as dark as coal, an African she presumed, and two were light skinned with almond shaped eyes and jet black hair.

"Hello," Aurelia said in Greek.

She received mostly blank stares, although one of the women smiled back and nodded having understood her salutation.

Aurelia sighed, her top priority now would be to learn Bactrian so she talk to people or it would be an extraordinarily lonely life here.

As she looked around her new home she was impressed by how vast it was. The room was a good 30 paces across with a domed ceiling covered with an intricate pattern of tiles. There were ten alcoves around the perimeter with curtains separating the space. Each alcove contained a bed along with a small table, chair and chest. Opposite the door she had entered was another hallway that lead to washrooms and workrooms. The women of the estate, even the concubines were expected to contribute to the household, whether that meant weaving, embroidering, playing music or any other kind of women's work. As such, the work rooms contained looms and sewing tables as well as a variety of musical instruments the women could practice with.

Aurelia, unsure what to do with herself, plopped down on a mass of pillows, closed her eyes and wept, a torrent of emotion breaking through for first time in weeks. Moments later she felt arms embrace her. She opened her eyes to see the girl that had smiled at her earlier.

"Don't cry, sister," she said in accented Greek. "My name is Anissa, we are your family now."

Aurelia stifled a sob and gave Anissa a long hug, holding her new friend close.

"Are you Greek?" Anissa asked. "You come from far away. Gold hair like yours is never seen in these parts."

"I'm Roman, but I know Greek," she answered. Then asked, "What am I supposed to do now?"

Anissa showed Aurelia around their enclosure, had her pick out one of the alcoves as her personal sleeping space, then began telling her tales of the Prince, the city, and life as a concubine.

"Every other day the Prince comes to us and we must be prepared to greet him," Anissa explained. "He places a silk shawl around the girl he wishes to bring to his bed that night. On the appointed hour you will be escorted to his bed chamber by a eunuch. After that you pleasure him. But, he doesn't always want sex. Sometimes he just wants to be held until he falls asleep. Or told stories of faraway lands that some of the girls come from. We are there for his company. In the morning you will be escorted back here. Find something to keep you busy or the boredom will drive you mad."

"Is there a library here?" Aurelia asked. "Any scrolls I can read? I understand much of the writing is Greek."

"You can read?" Anissa said in astonishment. "We'll have to teach you Bactrian, our common language, so you can read poetry and stories to us! Oh, this is exciting! Most girls are never taught to read, this will certainly break up the monotony."

That evening they assembled to greet the Prince. All the other girls were dressed resplendently in colorful gowns and jewels. Aurelia, who had no other possessions, was still in just a skirt with her tits on full display. The Prince entered the harem chamber and immediately placed the silk shawl over Aurelia's shoulders. He smiled at her, kissed her on the cheek, then passed down the line of women, giving each of them kiss and kind gesture. Having greeted his women he left.

Later that night the click of door lock was heard and Aurelia went to meet her escort as the door opened. He led her down a short corridor to the Prince's bed chamber, where he was waiting in a long silk robe. The room was magnificent. Chests and shelves of mahogany sat against the walls. The bed consisted of a large round mattress filled with goose down and was big enough for four people to sleep comfortably. A high frame ran around the bed from which thin curtains hung.

The Prince stood there looking at her, taking in her beauty.

"Don't be afraid," he said.

"I'm not," she replied and took him by hand, leading him to the bed.

She kissed him full on the lips, then trailed her kisses down to his neck. She nimbly undid the sash that held the robe in place exposing this naked body underneath. She continued to kiss and nibble at his neck and ears while her fingers grazed over his chest, stomach and thighs. She moved her kisses to his shoulder then chest, all the while running the fingers over this body, being very careful to avoid his cock. Her kisses progressed from his chest across his stomach to his thighs, her fingers staying in constant contact with him. As she moved her kisses from one side to the other her breath threw wisps of air across his hard, throbbing cock. He moaned involuntarily with anticipation. She dropped her hands to his legs, lightly gliding over his skin, then ever so slightly, almost imperceptibly she traced her fingers over his balls. His cock jerked, his body shuddered and he let out a long low moan.

She stopped for a moment letting the sensation equalize before taking the head of his cock into her mouth and sliding down it until her nose pressed against his abdomen. His head lulled back as a continuous stream of moans emanated from him. She bobbed on his cock for a few moments while reaching up and slipping the robe from his shoulders letting it crumple to the floor. She guided him back to sit on the bed and lie back. She returned to his cock bringing her hands into play, stroking him as she sucked on him. His body began to tense as she sensed the telltale signs of an impending orgasm, but she wasn't done pleasuring him just yet. She slowed her pace to agonizingly slow pace, bringing him to the edge then letting off. It was an excruciating pleasure. All that existed in the whole universe, at this moment, was the sensation of his concubine sucking his cock. His body thrashed and he beat his fists against the bed until finally she decided he had reached his limit. She quickened her pace and within moments he let out a bellow and exploded into her mouth sending streams of cum sliding down her throat. Several of eunuchs approached, worried this foreign woman had just assassinated their master but quickly retreated upon seeing the heavy breathing.

He laid there for several minutes letting his body return to reality. Aurelia laid next to him, her head against his hip, watching his hard cock gradually deflate. As he regained his senses she moved up kissing him on the lips and snuggling against his sweaty body. He wrapped his arms around her and held her close, never wanting to let her go.

"That was amazing," he said eventually in a soft voice.

"Anything for you," she cooed back.

They laid in silence for many more minutes before he spoke again.

"I understand you were educated, that you can read and write in Greek as well," he stated.

"Yes," she replied.

"I want to show you something," he said as he rose from the bed.

She followed him to across the bedroom to a chest where he withdrew an iron key, then to a locked door on the other side of the bedroom. He unlocked the door and summoned a eunuch with a candle. Inside was a large room, almost as big as the bedroom, lined with shelves. Each shelf held rack which cradled an elegant scroll case. Taking one of the cases and removed the contents and unrolled a portion of it and showed it to Aurelia. The writing made no sense to her but she instantly recognized the illustration. It was the same picture that Zhi Zhao had in her scroll, but the writing was different on this one.

"I've seen this before," she whispered. "What is it?"

The Prince smiled, starting to understand the depth of Aurelia's skill.

"This is called the kama sutra," he answered. "I have many other texts all pertaining to the art of pleasure. The apti sutra, yoni sutra, jihva sutra to name a few. Most of them are the only existing copy.

She took the scroll into her hands and started rolling through it seeing more illustrations she recognized.

"I want you to teach these to the rest of my concubines," he stated. "Tomorrow I will arrange a tutor for you to learn Sanskrit so that you can read and study these scrolls."

"Yes, of course," she replied trying to mask the excitement in her voice. Finally she would learn the secrets of Zhi Zhao, and more.

He ushered her out of the room and locked the door. Then lead her back to bed.

"Oh," he remembered, "don't tell the wives about this. Their jealousies over the concubines is becoming tedious. Let's not give them any excuses to antagonize the harem further."

She nodded as she straddled him, massaging his chest and running her fingers over his cock until he was hard again, then guided him into her depths. She rode him rhythmically while he reached up to fondle her breasts and caress her nipples. It was now her turn to let out an involuntary moan. He pulled her closer and took one her nipples into his mouth, sucking on it and swirling his tongue around it. The tempo of her thrusts on his cock increased. Finally a man who knew how to treat a woman.

He switched his attention to her other nipple but continued to caress the other breast with his hand. He had stopped meeting her thrusts and kept his hips motionless as her gyrations doubled in speed. She was getting close to cumming, but he put his hands on her hips and slowed her down. She had become so lost in her own pleasure she had forgotten her place. Through the lust filled fog in her head she could tell he was getting close too. She sat up still riding him slowly and he again caressed her breasts. She was getting close again, so close. With one hand he reached behind her and caressed her ass hole. That did it. She exploded, mind and body. White hot light filled her vision as she bucked uncontrollably. At the same time he spewed his hot seed deep into her as he returned her savage movements. As their orgasms subsided she laid on him, resting her head on his chest. Their bodies glistening with sweat and the sound of their heavy breathing was the only thing heard in the large room.

The next morning Aurelia awoke alone, the Prince having left her sleeping while he attended to his duties. She was served breakfast from a eunuch, consisting of flat bread, rice seasoned with saffron and a lentil and potato stew with pepper, tarragon and cardamom. It was delicious.

She was escorted back to the harem by same eunuch that had brought her here. She discovered he spoke Greek as well, learning his name was Himadri, and that he had undergone emasculation voluntarily in order to get a palace job. By sacrificing his manhood he was able to provide for his parents and siblings as well as serve his prince while spending his days in the company of beautiful women. Sadly as fate would have it, his family had died from a plague that hit his village leaving him with nobody.

As they returned to the harem, the room was a bustle of activity. The wives were flittering about like angry parrots, throwing bags of dirty laundry at the hapless concubines to be washed, unraveling the previous days weaving due to a perceived flaw in the rug pattern and slapping any girl who dared look them in the eyes.

One of the wives made bee line for Aurelia, as she entered, intending on making an example of her for being late. She let her hand fly only to have it caught in the firm grip of Himadri. She glared and spit on him for daring to stand in her way. He spoke a few words that Aurelia did not understand but did recognize the Prince's name being uttered. The wife's eyes burned with venom at the eunuch's command, wrenched her arm free and stalked away.

Later that morning an older women, of obvious Greek descent, entered the room looking for Aurelia. While extremely rare some women scholars did exist and she had been hired by the Prince, for a handsome sum, to tutor Aurelia in Bactrian, Sanskrit and whatever else was deemed necessary. Her name was Korinna the Sophist. She was a philosopher and translator who spent most of her time with the large merchant families, translating trade negations and contracts. The prince had offered her ten times what she was making so she jumped at the chance.

They got to work as Korinna unrolled a scroll that had the Nicomachean Ethics by Aristotle written in two columns, one in Greek and one in Sanskrit. She also produced several blank wax tablets and a stylus. Aurelia had flashbacks to her days sitting her brother while they were drilled in Greek grammar.

While the primary focus of her study with Korinna was Sanskrit, she was able to excel in Bactrian due to the extra practice she got for her harem sisters. Within a week she was able to communicate with them at a remedial level after a month she was able to carry full conversations in almost any subject. She also began reading stories to them in the evening. The Prince's palace library was immense, it contained hundreds, even thousands of scrolls. Most of it was philosophical in nature, written in Greek and Sanskrit with a handful of the Greek plays and Sanskrit fables that had been translated into Bactrian.

She finally began to bond with other girls of the harem and they looked to her as their authority figure. It had become obvious to them and the wives that Aurelia was the favorite of the Prince. While he tried not to show outright favoritism, the Prince called her to his room at least half of the time. The wives already hated the concubines but developed a special loathing for Aurelia. They started bringing whips along with daily chores and while they were restricted from pulling Aurelia from her tutoring they used every trick they could send and errant strap her way out of spite.

By the sixth month she had a grasp of Sanskrit sufficient to begin her study of the sutra's the Prince had in his private collection. The scrolls were incredible and she began to understand the reasoning for many of the practices that had been employed at her school in Puteoli. The sex trainers never understood why they followed the steps they had, only that Zhi Zhao had insisted they do. All these secrets and nuances, the foundation for what they did had been locked in her scrolls.

It was time to start teaching her fellow sisters. While she had grown quite close to Anissa due to her ability to speak Greek she was also the most shy and would take a lot time and coaching. She procured sets of alabaster dildos, of varying sizes, for each of them. They were to masturbate at least twice daily paying special attention to exercising their vaginal muscles and controlling their orgasms. Above all they were to enjoy it; moan, cry out, let their bodies thrash and embrace their orgasm.

She decided to start off with a demonstration. With all the girls gathered in front of her she sat on one of the many pillows and began by gently running her fingers from her neck, over her breasts and across her belly, followed by lightly caressing of her breasts. She circled her nipples with her fingers, toying with them ever so gently. She continued this for a few minutes until she felt that familiar tingle in her clit. She grabbed one of her alabaster dildos and sucked on it momentarily, getting it nice slick with her saliva before she slid it over her clit and pussy. She rolled her head from side to side fully enjoying the sensation. Now that she was sufficiently wet she inserted the dildo and slowly worked it in and out of her pussy. Her breathing was getting heavier as she maintained a slow yet steady pace with the dildo while still caressing her breasts with her free hand.

The girls watched in fascination. She noticed Nkiru tentatively stroking her own clit and nodded to her, encouraging the activity. Padma on the other hand averted her gaze, refusing to watch this act of wicked debauchery.

Aurelia moved her hand from her breasts to her clit and, in circular motions, slowly ran her fingers over the sensitive nub. Her body swayed from side to side and she let her sexual energy ebb and flow, bringing herself to the edge of orgasm and letting it subside. Her moans filled the room. Several of girls could feel their own pussies becoming wet with excitement but suppressed any urges to participate. Nkiru, on the other hand, had removed her garments and tried to go along with Aurelia mimicking her actions. After Aurelia had enjoyed several more minutes of near orgasmic bliss she slid over to Nkiru, positioning her legs in between the other girl until their pussies were pressed together. They looked at each, their eyes burning with passion, as they gyrated in synchronized motion, rubbing their clits together. Within several moments they both came simultaneous, their screams of ecstasy piercing the air.

The two girls fell back on the pillows their pussies still pressed together mingling their wetness. After a few moments Aurelia arose the face the group of girls.

"Our Prince has requested that I teach you the love sutra's,' she explained. "Each of you will become a sexual goddess in your own right."