Merchant Zayed’s Harem Adventures – Episode 5 Season 3

Merchant Zayed Season 3-Episode 5

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This story is set in the Persian world of the 1001 nights. Merchant Arash Zayed is sent on a mission to find an unknown treasure, while his first wife and his mother prepare his second wedding.

“Migthy Rukh, I’m here to trade with Javad the Elder. It will not help my cause if I free you against his wishes.”

“I know what you seek, little merchant,” its voices booms, “why do you think the mage tied me to this place? I will not let you enter his treasure room. Unless…”

The ruhk’s eyes shine with cleverness. Zayed feels his mission slipping through his fingers. If the beast’s request is anything like in the tales of wonder, it will ask him to bring it one hundred feathers of the mystical Phoenix. ‘I don’t have time for this.’

The bird grins. “It doesn’t require adventure,” it says, as if reading Zayed’s mind. “Only trade. Go to the village blacksmith and ask if you can borrow his hammer. It has the power to crush this chain’s weakest link. It will be hidden amongst his other tools, looking no different. Find it.”

“If it looks like his other tools, how will I recognize it?”

“You are a feeble merchant if you don’t know. Go! And don’t come back without it, or our next encounter will be most unpleasant for you.”

The ruhk spreads its immense wings. Its flap whooshes the air out of the room. Zayed tumbles along with the force of the wind, ending up outside. His back catches the brunt of his fall. He stretches, winces and rolls his shoulder. What did the emir get him into? From the beginning, Arash knew there was something wrong with this task. He didn’t expect this!

Wondering how to approach the situation, Zayed let’s Shaheen show the way back to the village. Whatever angle or ploy, he could use, first things first: he needs to assess the blacksmith. The innkeeper is a talkative sort likely to share some local gossip. Arash will be all ears.

Laying down five silver dinars, Zayed orders a room for a couple of days with full meals. In the greedy eyes of the innkeeper, he sees that shiny coins have the desired effect. The man orders his daughter to prepare the best room, and his cook to make a supper fit for a king.

The meal is simple but good. Arash licks his fingers. The innkeeper has kept him company, and his glass well filled. All the while, he mixes boasts, gossip and naughty observations about the women in the village. The man even suggests he may find appropriate bed companionship. Zayed thanks him for his more than adequate hospitality, but declines the last offer. Wobbling up the stairs towards his room, he savors the most important piece of information: the blacksmith is a single woman. The innkeeper was adamant that no man has been able to tame her.


After a hearty late breakfast, accompanied with more tattles about the village women, Zayed heads towards the blacksmith’s shop. Upon entering, he sees a broad-shouldered woman, wearing nothing but short pants and a leather apron, her body glistening in the fervour of her work.

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The Three Tiffanys – Episode 4 Season 2

The Three Tiffanys - Episode 4 Season 2

In 1924, three Western women find their way into the harem and heart of the Sultan of Rakal Al Sulem. The three Tiffanys each have their own reasons to stay, but more importantly they all have reasons to work together for the betterment of the sultanate. This is their story.

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The reason Tiffany Walker left New York for the Arabian Peninsula was to take advantage of the failing pearling industry there. She knew a lot of women in the city wanted pearl necklaces—well the real ones. Although she also knew some who wanted the more liquid kind as well. So, she offers to check out her old contacts to find out more about the ‘Pearl of the Dessert’. Does it exist? Has it been found? Are there interested parties? W. asks Farouz for some spending money. “You know, just to make sure people will be more cooperative”. The Sultan smiles. Especially when she folds some bills and hides them in her decolletée. He can’t get enough of her luscious twin mounds. W ‘ahem’s’ him back up. He looks in her eyes and lifts an eyebrow. When he did that on their first date, Tiffany knew he was the one. She let him wait 3 months.

W asks Tiffany T to come with her. Two foreign women would not arouse suspicion. When J huffs why she can’t come as well, W merely mentions she looks too intelligent. That comment gets frowns all round. T starts talking about her engineering degree, before W pulls her along.

“Did you really make him wait three months?” Tiffany Takei asks the New York blonde.

“For his first kiss…”

“Wha-Not even for… you know…”

“That took another three months,” W smiles coyly. “He only lasted fifteen minutes.”

T teehees at the revelation. How different it was for her.

The peal markets are all gone. Tiffany W knew this was happening. Her plan was to buy up up every last batch she could, then go back to sell them at home. She managed to get her hands on a lot of pearls from the more desperate divers. Instead of returning, she sent back packages. Farouz was the reason she stayed. The money from her business was enough to give her a year of comfortable living and partying in Rakal Al Sulem. It was at one of the parties that she met him. Tiffany W didn’t know who he was at the time. But the jealous looks she got, told her. Of course, it helps if someone is important and wealthy. But W liked him before she knew all this. He was oddly respectful, maybe even bashful, for a man in Arabia. Especially an important man. All the others just assumed she would drop in their arms… and beds. Farouz didn’t.

When he waited three months for the first kiss, she was his. And he was hers… Like a lovesick puppy. It was so sweet.

But to business. W finds one of her contacts. He deals in antiques now. His eyes gleam when he sees the two foreign women visit his stall. Then he recognizes W. He knows she’s with Farouz now, and he doesn’t want any trouble. He quickly reveals Sheik Rushdi al-Khalaf is also interested in the ‘Pearl of the Dessert’. But the story is just that: a story. And a hoax. Anyone will claim they have it in their possession, but they’re all fake.

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Merchant Zayed’s Harem Adventures – Episode 4 Season 3

Merchant Zayed Season 3-Episode 4

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This story is set in the Persian world of the 1001 nights. Merchant Arash Zayed is sent on a mission to find an unknown treasure, while his first wife and his mother prepare his second wedding.

In the emerald embrace of the Golestan mountains, lies the enchanting town of Terjenli. Merchant Zayed admires its houses, adorned with intricate wooden lattices, stand as silent sentinels of a bygone era, their balconies overflowing with the sweet fragrance of jasmine and roses. He goes to the bazaars, the tapestry of color and life. Artisans, their fingers dancing like skilled sorcerers, craft wonders from silk, silver, and stone. The air is heavy with the scent of saffron and sumac, and the chatter of the market tells of the daily lives of its people. A large group huddles near the spice stall. Zayed will inquire about the wise man with the grizzled, grey-haired vendor.

It takes a while before it’s his turn. “Dear lady, peace and success to you. Can you help me find the fabled wise man your town is famous for?”

She looks up. “And peace to you. Javad the Elder lives on top of the hill over there.”

Arash follows her pointing finger. Before he can thank the vendor, other customers already call for her attention.

Shaheen’s tread up the hill is steady and sure toward a house built in the mountain’s side. Its stone walls are weathered. Shutters close the windows. The wooden door is worse for wear.

Zayed knocks…

Zayed thumps with his fist…

Zayed bangs with hand and foot…

The door coughs and creaks under Arash’s poundings.

He should have asked the vendor if the wise man was at home.

Recalling an inn in town, Zayed mounts his horse again. That instant, the door wheezes open.

“Peace be with you, Javad the Elder!” Arash heads towards the opening.

There’s no one there. The entrance is as dark as the night that engulfs whole clouds and mountains. It smells musty. After entering, the door bangs shut. Zayed’s eyes try to peer through the darkness. Then two fiery orbs, gleaming like twin suns as if piercing through the veils of mystery that shroud the world, shine on him. Zayed moves back until his back is against the wall. They are eyes!

Candle after candle lights, revealing a cavernous room. Feathers shimmer with the brilliance of polished silver. Zayed looks up at a bird so colossal that its wings, when unfurled, could eclipse the sun itself, casting vast shadows over the entire town. The rukh caws like thunder.

“Are you here to kill me or to free me, little man?”

Zayed only hears his heart thumping in his ears.

“The magics of Javad hold me in this place. I will reward you if you free me,” the gigantic bird’s voice shakes through the merchant’s body.

The rukh squints, followed by a deep sigh. A tingling sound distracts Zayed. A golden ring flickers in the lights as it twirls to its resting place.

“Free me and that magical ring is yours.”

Frown deeper than ever before, Arash looks up at the creature he only knows from myths and legends. Rukhs can carry enormous loads.

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The Three Tiffanys – Episode 3 Season 2

The Three Tiffanys - Episode 3 Season 2

In 1924, three Western women find their way into the harem and heart of the Sultan of Rakal Al Sulem. The three Tiffanys each have their own reasons to stay, but more importantly they all have reasons to work together for the betterment of the sultanate. This is their story.

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Zarina’s smile broadens when The Three Tiffanys trot into the Throne room and kneel before the sultan. She can read their love for her son in their faces, just as she notices how his eyes light up when they arrive. It’s not surprising their presence raises concerns and jealousies. Farouz looks upon his American wives: J. Tiffany Noore with hair the color of dawn, Tiffany Walker with hair the color of the sun, and Tiffany Takei with hair the color of the deepest night. How these three beautiful and different have captured is heart is still a mystery to him.

“J, you have enchanted me with the tale of the ‘Pearl of the Desert’. When you told it, I was the princess’ long-lost love. His pain upon leaving her heartbroken was mine. Only my sadness was three-fold because you are my princesses.”

Their eyes shine in his.

“Will you help me? Adding this Pearl to my treasures will once again prove to my people that I am the keeper of their traditions. It will silence my enemies who say that I squander our most respected customs. And if you three find the ‘Peal of the Desert’, everyone will accept your dedication to us.”

Technical Tiffany T is the first to frown. “Is the pearl even real, My Sultan?”

“If it is, my dears, then you are the only ones who can find it.”

“Are you so worried about your enemies, O Farouz?” adventurer Tiffany Walker asks.

“A sultan is always concerned about his power base.”

“The Pearl will enchant the hearts of men and women alike, just like a fairytale,” Hollywood J. Tiffany ponders. “Of course, we will help you.”

T looks at her kin-wife with raised eyebrows. “Do you know how to find the pearl, J?”

“No. But maybe this myth has its origin in truth?”

“OK. We can start by researching historical texts…” T concludes.

“I can visit some of my former pearl contacts. Maybe they have some more information?” Tiffany Walker wonders.

“I’ll visit the Talesman again,” J proposes, “to get some more details about the story.”

Farouz nods. This is exactly what he had hoped for. This is precisely why his mother advised him to reach out to The Three Tiffanys. He squeezes her hand, she his. Pride and love swelling his heart, he looks upon his wives, already deep in discussion about how best to address their adventure.

“I will start preparing the desert excursion,” Zarina offers.

“Are you coming with us, Sultana?” J wonders.

“Dear me, no. You three lovely ladies are already more than the desert can handle.”

A shy smile passes over J’s face.

“All of our resources are at your disposal,” Farouz adds. “Do I tell you often enough how much I love and admire you?”

“Never enough,” Tiffany W laughs. “Say it again…” Farouz has a serious face. “You know I love all my wives and concubines, but you have enriched my life like no other women, except my mother. The stars destined it so.”

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Merchant Zayed’s Harem Adventures – Episode 3 Season 3

Merchant Zayed Season 3-Episode 3

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This story is set in the Persian world of the 1001 nights. Merchant Arash Zayed is sent on a mission to find an unknown treasure, while his first wife and his mother prepare his second wedding.

Happy, Rohzin wakes to the song of the nightingale. Even though she was created as an adult woman, the zambānūg is only a couple of weeks old, and still delights in many of the worldly happenings. As a game, Rohzin once ranked her experiences so far, like enjoying a sunny morning. Stretching in that morning sun is also wonderfully refreshing. Not surprisingly, kissing Arash and sex with him get a high score. At the top of the list, though, is when Arash licks and kisses her womanhood. The sensual energy coursing through her body when he does, is addictive. A walk in Cyrene’s garden to cool in the shade is tremendously rewarding. So, after breakfast Rohzin will do just that.


Cyrene loves the scents of her garden. Even now, she lets herself be intoxicated by the all the perfumes her flowers wear. She mmm’s in delight at the gardener. The strong young man bumps into her with a lazy rhythm that sets her senses on fire. Their affair is only a couple of months old. Cyrene did not expect him to make these kinds of advances on a woman her age. But he seemed sincere, especially when she bared her firm breasts at him. His stiffy squirted instantly. It was flattering, of course. But Cyrene would have preferred his semen inside of her. How she had missed that since her husband died. The young man, however, was able to cum a second time, igniting shudders of ecstasy in every part of her body.

She is bent over a low wall, her tits swinging free. She loves how he plays with her right one now. His rod pushing and pulling in her, the squishy sound that makes, the slapping of his pelvis against her ass, overwhelms all her sensitivities. He rolls the hard bud of her breast. That last squeeze starts the tremors in her pussy, flowing deliciously towards every extremity. Cyrene closes her eyes, and lets the waves of sexiness overcome her. ‘He is close,’ she can tell. Today, she will treat him to a new experience: kneeling before him, exposing her tits. His eyes pop wide seeing Cyrene like that. With a grunt, his seed shoots out of his granite cock. She sees him struggle to keep his eyes open, relishing in his cum splattering on her two smooth mounds. His jizz tickles its way between them. Cyrene licks her lips sensuously. He rewards her with two more spurts before he stumbles back, catching his breath. So, she rewards him by sliding a finger over her left breast, collecting his juice, and slowly brings it to her mouth. Her tongue flicks it clean, then she sucks off the remainder. His face is red.

Cyrene’s fingers play with his lovely delivery, cocking a sexy eyebrow, and giving him a rapturous smile. His tunic lowers over his still willing manhood. Acting demurer than she feels, she looks away shyly… Then she sees Rohzin in the garden, looking surprised. Cyrene gasps.

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The Three Tiffanys – Episode 2 Season 2

The Three Tiffanys - Episode 2 Season 2

In 1924, three Western women find their way into the harem and heart of the Sultan of Rakal Al Sulem. The three Tiffanys each have their own reasons to stay, but more importantly they all have reasons to work together for the betterment of the sultanate. This is their story.

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Sheik Rushdi al-Khalaf, Sheik of Jalan, pondered on the newly received intelligence. It’s mostly palace gossip, of course. He’s learned however, that the tasty titbits of palace news, just like a swift, shows which way the wind blows. If this Desert Pearl exists, it must be his. Farouz’s affront to traditions must stop: his three Western wives are the last slap in the face of elder honor! By rights, Rushdi’s daughter should have been a high-ranking wife in the harem. He knows other elders are just as offended. When he finds the Pearl, he will unite them.

“Summon my Astronomer and my Seeress!” Rushi shouts. It’s time for them to earn their pay.

Dafni is first to arrive. Mystical henna decorates her arms, hands and face: intricate and melodious, threads of Past and Future. A midriff-top veils her bosom, sheer pants her ass and legs. Patches matching the color of her skin, hide her gender’s delicacies. His manhood twitches when he sees her prostrated before him. The proper position for women. Her curves call out to him. The only reason, Rushdi hasn’t bedded her is that her powers of prophecy would disappear. Only a ‘Woman of Purity’ can profess futures and wisdom.

Suraq only bows deeply. He says it’s the highest form of respect used at the prestigious Nuzhirah Academy. His ornate robe is decorated with shimmering stars, suns and moons. Rushdi is sure he sees him glance at Dafni’s ass. His uncle gifted him the conceited advisor. Otherwise, he would have had him beheaded long ago. But today, he needs him… and Dafni, the Seeress.

The rivalry between his two advisors is widely known. Rushdi learned long ago that competition for his favor sharpens their council. He will need them at their best to find the mysterious ‘Pearl of the Desert’.

Of course, Dafni knows the legend. Rushdi notices a quick superior glance at Suraq. Rushdi holds his smile. He will favor her this week unless her advice falls short of Suraq’s, who gives a thin smile.

“I will return with insights about this mysterious pearl, O, my Sheik.” She bows deeply, allowing him to glance down her cleavage and almost catch her nipples. He watches her hips sway out of his throne room.

With a silky voice that makes Rushdi’s teeth itch, the Astronomer bows. “As always, Sheik Rushdi, the stars are at the service of your benevolence.” He bows away.

“Pompous ass,” Rushdi mutters.

He calls for his spy master, Rayyit. The quiet man with a straight back informs him that he has already requested their agent at the palace for daily updates. The Sheik of Jalan can always count on him. As quietly as he entered, so he leaves.

Rushdi al-Khalaf can’t wait to build his own Palace of the Sultanate, and surround himself with the most beautiful women in his realm. Maybe, he’ll even look for another seeress, so he can have Dafni.

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Merchant Zayed’s Harem Adventures – Episode 2 Season 3

Merchant Zayed Season 3-Episode 2

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This story is set in the Persian world of the 1001 nights. Merchant Arash Zayed is sent on a mission to find an unknown treasure, while his first wife and his mother prepare his second wedding.

Merchant Zayed - Episode 2 Season 3

Shaheen’s tread was true. Merchant Zayed bought his reddish-brown horse last summer. He chose it for its swiftness and agility—and one white sock. He owns other horses, of course. But for the trip to Terjenli, in the rugged mountains of Golestan, he decided Shaheen would do best. They weren’t there yet. Arash estimated that, depending on his ability to find shelter and water, he would reach his destination in six days. He still feels that this is a strange mission: returning with an unknown treasure from a wise man. It’s a test! The emir knows what it is. When Zayed brings the emir anything but the right treasure, he will be punished.

And why send a merchant? Why not a regiment of soldiers? The emir said nothing about what he could trade with. He would never expect Arash to pay for the treasure himself, would he? No, he wouldn’t.
The first night is falling fast. Zayed finds a little stream. He makes his camp near soft grasses Shaheen prefers.


Sparks of his fire float towards the stars in the sky. Arash follows them. His mind drifts to beautiful Rohzin. In his mind’s eye he sees her smile, and her breasts. Her cool fingers tease his hardening cock. Arash closes his eyes and let’s this delight wash over him. He feels her slow soft strokes. Her other fingers caress his balls. He grunts when her lips find his tip, kiss his length downward, and nibble all the way back up. He sighs. It’s followed by a lazy smile. Familiar sensations stir his lust.

He pushes Rohzin down, kissing her, kneading her ample breast, nuzzling his way down to her Gate of Passion. It’s her turn to squirm. He loves how his tongue feels on her slit, snaking through her bush, tasting her. He loves the sounds she makes. Her quickening breath, the rising pitch of her moans, the lowering of her growls.

Rozhin writhes against him, looking for and finding that perfect spot that leads to greater bliss.

He smiles when she makes a new sound, adorable singing mmm’s.

Her body gasps in delight. She pulls his face on her pussy lips and rolls her hips to catch every elusive orgasmic tremor teasing through her body.

Arash’s lips probe inside of her, tasting her wetness, igniting another blissful shiver in his beloved. Smiling, loving he looks up. Fiery amber eyes shine in his. Athossa!

The princess gets on her knees, tweaking her nipples in her after-glow. Her finger crooks at him. He stands. She takes his cock in her mouth, and licks, and sucks, and kisses. Her talented lips blow the warmth of her love into his balls. The scent of her climax intoxicates his senses. Her lips enflame his lust. Her eyes inspire his passion. When a fingernail lightly caresses his scrotum, he knows his river will overflow. The stars in the sky don’t do justice to the fireworks building up within him. He closes his eyes.

When dampness replaces the fingernail, he opens them again. Rohzin!

Her silky tongue slides of his roundness. Then she plops one testicle in her mouth, looking him in the eyes with adoration.

Athossa runs her hand along his length. Her eyes too sparkle with endless love. For him!

Their love envelops him completely. Shaking, he spurts his answer on both their faces. Not one, not two, nor three, nor four, but six jets of essence paint a loving picture on them. His beautiful wives!

Athossa and Rohzin kiss as kin-wives, smearing his devotion on each other.

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The Three Tiffanys – Episode 1 Season 2

The Three Tiffanys - Episode 1 Season 2

In 1924, three Western women find their way into the harem and heart of the Sultan of Rakal Al Sulem. The three Tiffanys each have their own reasons to stay, but more importantly they all have reasons to work together for the betterment of the sultanate. This is their story.

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The Three Tiffanys - Episode 1 Season 2
The Three Tiffanys – Episode 1 Season 2

“In the heart of the vast Arabian desert, where golden sands whispered tales of yore, lay the verdant oasis town of Safa. Amidst its date palms and murmuring waters stood the majestic Al-Sahra Palace, adorned with azure tiles and walls that mirrored the hues of the setting sun.”

The traveling Talesman enchants his audience with “The Pearl of the Desert: A Tale Woven in the Sands of Time”. Despite the busy market all around, there is a hushed silence as he tells about a heartbroken princess who sheds tears for her lost love—tears that turn into pearls.

J. Tiffany holds her breath. Her eyes glisten with her own emotions. She can see Princess Laila, the desert’s luminous moon whose beauty is like the first blush of dawn.

“The zephyrs carried whispers of her enchantment to every corner of Safa,” the Talesman continues.

J gasps.

She returns to the palace of of Farouz I, who rules the Sultanate of Rakal Al Sulem. J is one of his American wives. There are three, and all three are all called Tiffany. It was easier than she expected to become friends and share their husband with each other and with others. With a slight blush, she recalls the first time the three Tiffanys shared Farouz at the same time. And how Tiffany Walker indulged in the other two Tiffanys as well. J had heard that only women know how to please other women properly. In the case of Tiffany W it was very true. After a moment of hesitation, J returned the favor. She knew exactly where to press her tongue and how to use her fingers. Tiffany W’s flushed face and the gasps of pleasure was thanks enough.

J smiled, cocked an eyebrow and crawled towards Tiffany Takei, the beautiful Asian wife. Tiffany T’s traditional upbringing had not prepared her for this! While J tasted her delectable lower lips, Tiffany W’s tongue flicked over the hard-as-pebbles buds of her petite breasts. T’s cries of passion surprised even herself. Then her self-consciousness took hold of her. T fled the sultan’s bedroom. Tiffany Takei fled into the desert after a row with her father and mother about her future. When Farouz’s men found her, she was sunburned and dehydrated.

Later, she heard that Farouz had reprimanded the other two Tiffanys for making her uncomfortable.


It took a couple of weeks, but T wanted to return the favor to her friends. She practiced with fingers on her own lips, and with her tongue on a melon. When J. Tiffany shivered into orgasm, T felt proud… and freed.

Upon entering T’s room, J’s eyes are shining like that time. T smiled. J had something to tell her.
J. Tiffany, with baited breath, and with emotion in her eyes, told her about ‘The Pearl of the Desert’.
Zarina, the sultan’s mother, recognizes the tale. What a coup if Farouz found that pearl. She knows The Three Tiffanys are up to the task.

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Merchant Zayed’s Harem Adventures – Episode 1 Season 3

Merchant Zayed Season 3-Episode 1

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This story is set in the Persian world of the 1001 nights. Merchant Arash Zayed is sent on a misison to find an unknown treasure, while his first wife and his mother prepare his second wedding.

Merchant Zayed Season 3-Episode 1

“In Pairidaeza, where love’s flame burns bright,

Two hearts entwined, in pure delight.

Beneath the cypress trees so tall,

Their love eternal, their love for all.”

Arash Zayed, lying on his new wife’s lap reading this poem to her, bathes in the brightness of her amber eyes.

“The birds do sing, the fountains flow,

As love’s sweet nectar they bestow.

Their souls united, their love unbound,

In Pairidaeza, where true love is found.”

His manhood stirs. Her smile is full of sensual promise.

As quick as a bird’s wing flitters, Rohzin notices it grow.

Rohzin kisses him, her breasts pressing against his ear. More noticeable stirs.

Merchant Zayed concentrates on the last verse:

“Oh, love so pure, so true, so deep,

In Pairidaeza, where love’s seeds sleep.

To blossom forth, in radiant bloom,

A love eternal, beyond the tomb.”

He reaches for her fullness, softly squeezing, deftly searching for the hard nib of her nipple. Rohzin sighs when he finds it. Her eyes close. She lavishes in her lover’s caresses, her own passion awakening playfully. Rohzin slides her hand over his chest towards is belt.

“O beauty, let me sing your praise,” Arash improvises.

“And bask in your enchanting rays.

For you are all that I desire,

My heart’s one love, my soul’s on fire.

Your curves, like hills and valleys sweet,

A feast for weary eyes to eat.”

The last words are lost in her kisses.

As Rohzin grabs his stiffness, there is a knock on the door.

“My poor lovebirds,” Cyrene pouts from outside, “a messenger from the emir has arrived.”

Arash opens, face flushed. Cyrene hides her quick smile. Her heart flies with their happiness, awakening past emotions of her own. She forces herself not to look at his crotch, assuming there must be something there.

All business now, the merchant meets with the messenger, then calls for his horse to be saddled. He rushes to his new responsibilities. “A meeting with the Emir” Cyrene and Rohzin hear him say.


When Arash returns, he frowns telling his wife and mother about the curious task from the emir. He needs to visit Terjenli in the Golestan region to find a wise man, and trade for an unknown treasure. “You will know it when you see it,” the Emir dismissed him.

Is he being set up?

Although not far, the mountainous trek will take several days. Villagers will tell him where to find the wise man. He obviously won’t ask them about what the treasure could be. Maybe someone in the tavern will tell him anyway. Arash will need all his skills to make this trade.

Wasps swarm his brain, keeping him from slumber, and lovemaking. Each insect is an angle Arash can think of about the emir’s curious task. Rohzin’s loving fingers on his temples finally bring rest to his busy head. He wakes up early to make preparations for the trip to Terjenli.

I hope you enjoyed this first episode of Season 3.

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Merchant Zayed’s Harem Adventures – Season 2

Merchant Zayed's Harem Adventures - Season 2

These are the adventures of Merchant Arash Zayed. This episode consists of ten threads of ten tweets, published from March 2023 to August 2023. This story is set in the Persian world of the 1001 nights. Merchant Arash Zayed is in love with Rohzin who happens to be a zambānūg—a woman built from magic by Seeress Ruksana and his mother Cyrene.

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Arash kisses Rohzin’s lips. She’s in his bed, under a cotton sheet draped over her. He can see it dip between her legs and prick up around her breasts. He only knows her a few weeks, but he is certain this was the one. After his audience with the emir, he will marry her.


Cyrene hurries down when Merchant Zayed returns. He’s screaming and cursing, and calling for her. She has dreaded this moment ever since Ruksana and she cooked up their plan to have him find Gaokerena, the live-giving plant. They told him it was a request from their ruler.

Although she has been rehearsing this part the last couple of days, it still pains her how she tricked her son. It was for his own good, of course—but still. Before she can start, Rohzin enters their home and hugs Arash. Cyrene is still impressed with how perfect she is. She claps her hands and orders a jug of Sekanjabin Syrup.

“Mother! Who told you the emir was looking for that plant? You said his servants came to pick it up when I returned from the Vourukash Sea!” He suppresses a quick blush remembering frolicking with Magali, the mermaid.

“I heard about that.” Rozhin pours him a glass. “My brother wanted to go look for the plant as well. He told me the court wizard used the emir’s name to have someone bring him some rare plant.”

“Seeress Ruskana said the same thing.” Cyrene took a quick sip. “The wizard is dead.”

Rohzin looks pained and Arash is concerned for her.

“Are you alright, my dear?”

Rohzin suggests it’s best to keep away from the emir’s affairs if this is what life at court is like.

“The seeress told me the emir would bring me wealth…”

“Your heart,” Cyrene corrects him.

Arash frowns. Was that what the seeress said? Yes.

Decided, he turns to the beautiful merchant who brought him light and lust. And now love.

“Will you be my wife, Rohzin?”

Tears trickle down her cheeks, and her smile lifts his spirit.

Cyrene has both, and rosy cheeks.


Her breasts are round and firm. His hands knead them like fresh apricots. Her nipples pip out like pink raisins. His tongue rolls its way around them.

Rohzin kisses the top of his head. Her eyes are half-closed with passion. Her ladyhood tingles with warm, syrupy wetness.

His fingers tussle through her bush. He plays around her slit. Rozhin’s flower is growing full of bloom as he does. In her mind’s eye she takes in a field of spring flowers that has not been there a few days before. His dexterity makes her feel as if one by one they open in her.


The next day, Cyrene and Rozhin starts preparing the wedding. Arash already dreams of how her dress would be sculpted on her, how their guests would be brightened by her radiance—just like he has. She is already his wife. The ceremony will be a retelling of his heart’s wish.


Seeing Parviz fills Arash’s heart with joy. Even though they are very different, they’re family. The merchant kisses his brother’s cheeks and welcomes him to his home. They have a friendly rivalry about who can accumulate the most wealth. For now, Parviz is in the lead.

Parviz hasn’t seen his brother or his mother for years. His household and business in Isfahan claims all of his time—along with some extra activities with the wife and daughter of a wealthy salmon farmer. Of course, not at the same time. He keeps it secret from everyone else.

Cyrene is happy to see her eldest son. He has already gifted her with daughters and grandchildren. But they live faraway. The last time she undertook the long trek to the famous city was many years ago. She was sorry to hear that Parviz came without wives and children.

“Well, little brother. Show me this wondrous woman who has finally managed to capture your heart.” Parviz winks at his mother.

He followes Arash’s hand pointing to the top of the stairs. Rohzin, all smiles, glides down. Parviz catches his breath. ‘What would she look like naked? What would she look like underneath him in his bed?’

He rushes towards her and holds her in his embrace. He kisses her cheek, dangerously close to her lips. His eyes—full of promise—look into hers. After a moment, he turns to his brother and shakes his hand, forcing a smile.


Parviz is impressed by the lavish dinner Arash prepared for him. He is obviously doing well. Although, not as well as he does, otherwise his little brother wouldn’t stop boasting. Seeing, Arash and the delicious Rohzin together, his smile looks like it hides a toothache.


Early the next morning, Parviz corners Rohzin in the garden.

“I must congratulate my brother with finding such a beautiful woman. The description in his letters does not do you credit. Of course, Arash was always serious. Doesn’t a tulip like you deserve a more playful husband?”

Rohzin can’t find an easy way to move away from him. His grin tells her he is very well aware of this.

“Arash is a good man, of course. You are happy to find him. But I can’t help think that a marvellous and luscious woman like you could do much better. Don’t you agree, dear?”

Agreeing or not agreeing will only play into his hands, Rohzin estimated. She chooses: “Really?”

He obviously enjoys the sound of his own voice. “My ‘little’ brother,” he lifts his eyebrows, “and I compete on who has the most riches. He’s losing. Has been for many years now.”

Rohzin is aware that, in a blink, Parviz can turn the situation into one where it would appear she’s seducing him. Again, she chooses her words carefully.

“The emir will only grant Arash an audience if he’s married. Someone with two wives has a much better chance.”


Merchant Zayed locked himself up in his quarters all day. After his brother told him he was visiting the emir, Arash stormed off. Nothing his fiancée, Rohzin, or his mother Cyrene said could lure him out.

Parviz announced that the emir had a “very special trade mission” for him. It was so important that he wouldn’t be able to attend the wedding.

Rohzin had a knot in her stomach. She had given Parviz the tip about the mission. She was sure Arash would hate her. The maybe-bride-to-be decided to consult Seeress Ruksana. After all, she was her creation.


The air was thick with incense. Ruksana isn’t moving. Her head is tilted down over her table. Her hands are decorated with henna: an eye on the backs, vines on her fingers. Fāl-nāma cards are laid out before her. Rohzin recognizes the WakWak tree, because she likes its name.

The seeress looks up. Rohzin is intrigued by the henna patterns around her eyes. She can almost see the butterflies dart about.

“Soul and beauty of many women, breath of life. Sit down, my child.”

“I come to seek your wisdom, O Seeress.” Rozhin takes a deep heavy breath. “In order to save my chastity, I helped Arash’s brother Parviz. If he gains wealth on this mission, my husband will hate me. If some accident befalls him, my husband will hate me. If I tell him about his brother’s advances, they will hate each other.” Rozhin’s voice is cracked.

“Tell me about this mission.”

“Parviz is to establish a trade route with the Xšāça.”

The Seeress squints. “Is that so? Tell me more about Parviz, his heart, his soul?”

Rohzin tells Ruksana everything.

“So, greedy and lustful, like many men.” The Seeress’s purple eyes look up.


Rohzin’s heart is still thumping when she returns. The servants inform her that Arash is still in his quarters. He has been calling for wine since yesterday afternoon.

She finds Cyrene in tears, black streaks running down her cheeks. Would her sons ever get over their feud?

Cyrene can’t breathe. She is losing her sons and now she will lose Rohzin as well. Arash will cast out everything that could bring him joy, starting with the wedding. She only wanted to give him love, and all he found was hate. Darkest of clouds gather over her family.

‘Trust comes in little steps, and leaves at a horse’s gallop’, the Seeress said.

“We need to get Arash out of his room first, Cyrene,” Rohzin tells his mother. “For that, he must see an opportunity. It will help him push his anger way for the moment. Only then can he move on.”

Rohzin knock on his door: a self-assured knock. “My love?”

A muffled ‘go away!’ answers.

“What does Parviz know about the Xšāça that you don’t?”

Silence, followed by a less drunk sounding ‘nothing!’.

“So, your brother may not succeed where you could?”


The door opens.


Still bleary-eyed from his three-day drunken and self-pitying blur, Merchant Zayed now feels energized again. And he owes it all to the wonderful woman who came into his life. He will reward her later. But now, he needs to make preparations for a trip to the secretive Xšāça.


Her pomegranate scent, mixed with roses and the wholesome earthiness of her pussy enthuse Arash. Not only does he dart the tip of his tongue on her clit, he envelops it with his lips as well. He looks up and takes in the two wobbling mounds rising with her passionate breaths.

He sinks his erect manhood into her folds. Seeing Rohzin’s stiff nipples envigors him. He stops counting how many times he brings his bride-to-be over the edge of lust. And she enjoys every splash of his essence on her breasts, her face and in her wet womanhood.

Rohzin is sore, but satisfied with sex. Loving little ants tingle in her pussy, her nipples, her breasts for the better part of the night. Straddling his lovely cock, she sees the sun rise outside. Wriggling in circles, squeezing him with her pussy, she orgasms again.

Arash hadn’t known real love and passion before Rohzin. She belly-dances on his manhood. A thousand hands and tongues in and on his legs, stomach, chest, nipples and balls mean only one thing. His jizz geysers out, filling the woman of his heart, and thanking her for her love.

After sharing a bath in his rooms, they lazy the rest of the day away. Rohzin asks Arash about the Xšāça and why they are so secretive. Zayed tells her that they are remnants of an ancient empire that came before theirs. Many merchants have tried to reach them without success.

“How did Parviz and you become familiar with them?” Rohzin asks.

Arash grimaces at his brother’s name. With a wry smile, he tells her about his father’s stories. The Xšāça held onto their imperial wealth. They didn’t need trade because they had fertile lands and good cattle.

“Parviz stopped caring about them when he left home and started his own trade. I kept looking for anything I could find out about them. There are some eyewitness accounts, but most of these are old—more than a hundred years. And there are reports about caravans disappearing.”


“Yes, around the plains of Marvdasht: ancient Persepolis. The emir and others sent patrols and troops. Adventurers and merchants attempted to find the Xšāça. No one ever returned. Just stories, my dear. There hasn’t been an expedition for some decades.”

“Are you worried about him?”

“I want to believe he deserves what happens, but I can’t. He’s my brother.”

Rohzin frowns. Arash kisses her on the lips. “Don’t worry, my love. I will be back for our wedding.”

That night, Rohzin prays for his safe return… and that of his brother.

The trek to plains of Marvdasht to find the evasive Xšāça will take several weeks. Merchant Zayed misses Rohzin already. He thanks whatever forces were involved in bringing her into his life. He hates himself for postponing the wedding in order to find his cheating elder brother.

Parviz had always been sneaky and ruthless in business. So, it really shouldn’t have surprised Arash that his brother took the emir’s mission for himself. Of course, Arash wants to save him, although not deep and dark inside. He pushes the feeling away in reverence to his mother.


His nights are cold. How quickly did he get used to Rohzin’s warmth against him. Arash feels sunshine from within, remembering his last night with his beautiful bride-to-be. He has to relieve two erections before finding slumber in her arms of his dreams. He awakens to her smile. Her rounded hips, her green yes, her luscious lips. How could that wonderful woman have captured him so? How does she manage to live in every breath, in every sigh, in every heartbeat? The Fates had truly been kind to him. From the first moment he saw Rohzin, he felt certain.

He smiles as the mere hint of her stirs his loins. Twice last night was obviously not enough. His lips on her neck, his hand on her breast, his eyes on hers, Arash inhales her pomegranate scent. Lying on his side, he catches his breath imagining her hand teasing his hard manhood.


After the third day, Arash decides to write letters to Rohzin. Every morning he takes time to tell her about his love for her. He uses his blanket and charcoal. It’s crude, but it fills his heart with joy to do it, even if he won’t be able to decipher it anymore when he returns. It will be proof of his devotion. If he doesn’t manage to finish his mission, Rohzin will be comforted by the knowledge that his dying thoughts, all his thoughts, were of her. They will have no life together, but everyone will recognize that this was his furiously devoted wish. His mother will be satisfied that he had found the soul mate she had wished for him. His eyes sting. His mother never gave up hope for him. She will know her prayers for him were answered. That is the only thing he can give her now. He hopes Cyrene asks Rozhin to live with her.

Arash is close now. His horse’s nervousness means something is near—or someone. Whatever happens now will happen.

That night he remembers how, with flushed cheeks, he asked Rohzin to please him with her feet, her painted toenails, her oily caresses, her eyes under her lashes.

Arash bought an old map of Persepolis. Outside the city walls is an oasis. His horse finds it before he does. The water is sweet. It refreshes his soul. Rozhin guided him here. He won’t disappoint her.

When he sits up from drinking, two strong pairs of hands push him back down.


Someone pulls the hood from Zayed’s head. It’s still dark. Worse it smells dank and dirty. He blinks to help his eyes adjust to the poor light. He looks back. A burly man with a big sword has the hood.  Next to the guard there’s someone who isn’t accustomed to come down here. The hand-kerchief over his nose, gives it away.

“You are here in search of the Xšāça, yes?”

The man speaks something that resembles Persian. Some kind of dialect, Zayed hasn’t heard before.

“Yes, my lord. But also my brother. Another man who came here recently. Have you seen him?”

“Your brother? Are you on a family quest to find him?”

“Yes, I am. Have you seen him?”

“We are aware of this man. He is not… proper.”

“Not what? I don’t understand. May I see him, please, my lord?”

“Are you truly both of the same family? You have the same father and mother?”

“Yes, we do. Is he alright? Has something happened to him?”

“You are different men. I must consult.”

The man with the handkerchief is about to leave.

“Please, my lord, do you know where my brother is? Is he safe?”

“He is in that corner there. Safer now that you have arrived.”

Arash turns as the two men leave the cell, locking the door. His brother’s hands are chained to a big ring above his head. His face is bloodied and his upper body shows bad bruising. His hair and his beard are disheveled.

“Parviz! What happened to you?”

Arash looks for water.

The stale water in a dirty bucket won’t do. Arash is glad that the wounds on Parviz’s face aren’t deep cuts.

“Brother! What did they do to you?”

Parviz’s mouth is dry. He can barely speak. “Arash, leave! Leave quickly!”

Zayed sees fear in his brother’s eyes. What happened here?

“Help! Help! Can someone bring me water, please?”

It takes some more calls for the guard with the big sword to return.

“Can I have some water for my brother? Please?”

The wait for the guard is long. When he returns, the man with the handkerchief accompanies him.

“You need water?”

“Yes, my lord, to clean my brother’s wounds.”

“Do you have trade?”

“Trade? Sure, I was carrying gifts for your leader. You can have them.”

“They have already been confiscated. They are good gifts. Do you have other trade?”

“Can I do work for you? Please, let me have some water.”

“Will you trade your meal?”

“Yes, my lord. Please, let me help my brother.”

He nods. “This is acceptable.”

“Oh, and could I have my blanket as well, please?”

“Is this important to you?” He is surprised.

“It has letters to my bride.”

“You have a wife?”

“When I return, I hope to.”


After Arash washes him, Parviz falls asleep. He looks better now.

The next morning the man with the handkerchief returns.

“Your brother failed his test. Will you take this test for him?”

“Can I leave with my brother if I pass the test?”

“Yes. But be aware the test is not easy.”


Merchant Zayed hates leaving his brother behind. The guard’s grasp hurts his arm. The man with the handkerchief shows the way towards an enormous brass door. It screeches open. Arash can also hear gears rattle inside. The guard hands him a torch and pushes him into the cavern.

For some reason, Arash waits until the door bangs shut. He walks on. In his head, he recites the letter he wrote to Rohzin last night.

“My star. You brighten my soul. You guide my path to a better self. Your light in the night gives me hope. It gives me courage to move forward.”

Fireworks erupt in a chamber to his left. He heads there. In the clearing of the lush forest, two naked women bathe in the stream. Their laughter sounds like glasses clinking. They bloom like youth on the cusp of womanhood; perky breasts exposed, their bush fake-modestly hidden. His cock awakens, pointing the way. His married friends often told him about the delight of making love to two women at the same time. To be embraced by boobs. Two tongues licking your balls and shaft. The taste of two pussies. Four soft hands caressing their way along your body. 

One helps him out of his clothes. The other kisses his chest. In the water, they wash his ass and his cock. Arash closes his eyes. He tilts his head upwards in delight. He gulps and opens his eyes again. A soft light peers from outside in. It looks like a faint star. Rohzin!

Having managed to pry himself loose from the clingy girls, Arash hurries forwards. He ignores the two next chambers. From one he heard music and singing. From the other, sounds of passion hook into his lust. Almost sleepwalking towards them, the image of his bride releases him.

He follows the path to a lake. On a stone in the water, Magali delights at seeing him. The mermaid pops into the water and climbs out onto the shore. Arash is filled with joy to see her. Their embrace leads to a passionate kiss. He revels in the feeling of her mouth on his cock. Arash aches at how much he missed her. The mermaid saved his life from a treacherous sea captain. She needed his seed then too. So, he will gladly give it to her now. He loves how her green eyes sparkle. Green? Those are Rohzin’s eyes! He pulls out with a ‘plop’ and runs away.

Retching against a tree helps him regain his senses. What kind of sorcery is this? He locks his mind on the most beautiful recollection of Rohzin’s face.

“My star… You give me courage to move forward…”

What looks like a last cavern, Arash sees a golden woman on a throne. He steels himself clenching his jaw. Nothing will lead him astray now. Arash is ready to bark her away, but remembers this is a test.

“My dear lady, please. I wish to return to my bride. I no longer seek trade with the Xšāça. I want to go home.

“You will do both, Arash Zayed.”


His brother Parviz is looking better, washed and trimmed. It’s obvious he still feels his ordeal as they walk into a great hall. Merchant Zayed still smells the scent of his bath. The Xšāça dressed him in clothes fit for a prince. The beautiful woman’s last words still resonate.

Now, Arash finds her sitting in the throne. Her clothes seem almost transparent. It is hard to look away from her curves. So, Zayed fixes on her amber eyes. They are intelligent and look back. An amused sparkle dances within, like the flame of a candle flickering in the wind.

The courtier the merchant met in the dungeon prepares the introduction.

“May I present Her Illuminescence Princess Atossa, Daughter to the Throne of the Achaemenid, soul bearer of the Basij Oasis, Keeper of the sacred orbs of Din, and betrothed to Arash Zayed.”

Arash kneels.

He nudges Parviz. A guard helps him down.

Arash peeks up at the throne. A dainty eyebrow rises.

“Illuminescence, may I present Arash Zayed of Qazwin, emissary of Emir Khalaf ibn Ahmad, and husband-to-be to the Imperial Princess.”

“Arise, my groom. Your brother is free to leave.”

Arash seizes the moment, while his brother leaves with subdued groans.

“Illuminescence,” he is happy it came out right, “I’m captivated to be in your presence, and honoured by the invitation into your family. But I am also confused. I believe I mentioned my bride who awaits me.”

“Not many resist the temptations in the Cavern of Desire. Your devotion to your beloved saved you. I did not think myself jealous until I heard the poem you recited for her. Your words reached my heart as well and pierced it at the same time, because they were meant for another.”

Before Arash can answer, the courtier politely continues.

“Merchant Zayed, the Empire grants you the right of trade. Your route will always be safe. This privilege has been bestowed upon you alone. As long as the caravans carry the seal of House Zayed, they will be welcome here. Your goods are being returned to you and packed upon your mount. However! You brother Parviz will not set foot in realm ever again. This is not a decree, but a request. We expect him to abide to it.”

“Of course, I will see to it. But please accept the gifts I brought with me.”

“My betrothed, there will be time to get more acquainted. Your custom allows you many wives. I will be glad to join a man such as you, who knows how to woo the heart of women. I look forward to meeting Rohzin soon.”

“Then please come to our wedding, Princess.”

Atossa smiles. “I must pray first. I promise to contain my newfound sense of possession. Only then, will our union be a happy one. Return with the wind. We both have a wondrous future ahead of us. Accept the wedding gifts I will send along with you to your home. A home I soon hope to share.”


“This cloth is of excellent quality, Merchant Zayed,” Emir Khalaf ibn Ahmad said to Arash, motioning him to arise from his kneeling position. “In their letter, the Xšāça commend your sense of fair trade, your honesty and your virtue. It also mentions the other Merchant Zayed.”

In the corner of his eye, Arash sees that Parviz is still kneeling and has buried his head as deep as he can.

“What to do with you?” The emir taps his lip with his finger. The ruler looks even more imposing.

Before he can speak, Arash is silenced by the emir holding up his hand.

“You have done enough to save your brother. I will fine him an additional ten percent of his taxes. It would be cruel of me to sentence him to death after you saved his life. Neither do I wish to distress your bride days before her wedding, not after it was postponed already. No, we celebrate! By establishing the Xšāça trade route, not only have you accomplished what no one before you could and you have honored your family. I applaud your dedication. You and your wife are welcome in my court,” the emir smiles.

“Thank you, My Emir.” Arash bows deeply.


Rozhin’s embrace is even more loving than Arash remembers, her kiss sweeter. Parviz is already recounting the visit to the emir with more color, more detail and more imagination. Then he tells them about the hardship of his imprisonment and how he waited for death. Cyrene cries.

Arash made Parviz swear he would not speak of the betrothal to Princess Atossa. He wanted to tell Rohzin himself. He gulped. He could feel his bride’s sexiness as she approached the bed. Facing down Nisbad was nothing compared to his current duty.

“My love, I must tell you something.”

Rohzin is silent and listens to Arash’s story. Her face brightens at the news. After all, she is a zambānūg born from Cyrene’s concern for her son’s solitude. The princess will bring happiness, prosperity and standing to his house. Rohzin looks forward to meeting her kin-wife.

Rohzin’s slides over his cock. “You are building us a strong house, Arash. How can I not love you.”

Zayed feels her squeeze her vaginal walls as she belly-dances on him. And here he thought he could not adore her more. He kisses her breasts, feeling her, wanting her, needing her.

It’s Arash’s turn to show Rohzin his devotion. He pushes his tongue into her pussy as far as it can go. He exhales warm air onto her clit. She doesn’t know which arouses her more. It doesn’t matter. Her climax enclouds her with the warmth of passion and the oneness they share.


The next morning Cyrene almost faints when Arash tells him about the princess. All the worries she ever felt for her younger son evaporate in the spring sun. She hugs him tighter than she ever has, and kisses his face just like when he was a baby.

Parviz’s smile drops an instant.


In the early morning, Arash, Rohzin and Cyrene visit Ruksana the Seeress. Her colorful Fāl-nāma cards are already laid out on the table. She invites Rohzin to take one. It’s Feast for abundance and hidden knowledge. Arash is unhappy to pick Jealousy meaning danger and deception.

Together they pick Jinni for unexpectedness.

Ruksana smiles: “You will have an interesting life together. On this propitious day, these cards mean that you need to hold on to each other, and trust that you will overcome your adventures together.”

Rohzin squeezes Arash’s hand.


Emir Khalaf ibn Ahmad addresses the wedding couple: “May the stars guide you on your journey together to find the Well of Abundance, and to find as much love as fits into your hearts. Because the Universe teaches us that when it is given, love grows on. Your marriage is blessed!”

Arash and Rohzin want to dance with each other all night, but Parviz requests a few dances with Rohzin, and so do other guests.

Arash dances with Cyrene, and with every woman hoping to be his next wife. Those dances are awkward, so Arash looks outside and glimpses a pair of eyes. They remind him of… Atossa! They’re gone now, so he can’t be sure.

Arash focuses on his guests making sure they are all happy. When he dances with Rohzin again, he catches Parviz looking glum. But only for a moment, because his brother immediately smiles and waves at him. Hmm?

Parviz raises his glass: “My brother despaired my mother to wonder if he would ever take a wife. Now, I realize he was waiting for Rohzin. I know that you two are meant for each other and I wish you a happy and fulfilling married life.” Arash hugs his brother and his mother.


Finally alone, Rohzin gently pushes Arash on the bed. Then she pulls down her dress over one shoulder, then the next. She smiles when she sees his pants tent up. The silk dress doesn’t need much encouragement to slide down. By swaying her breast and hips she speeds or slows it.

Her skin shines with golden sprinkles as Rohzin slowly crawls towards him. Arash just opens his pants, not wanting to waste time. Rohzin looks him in the eye, then at his erect cock. She traces her fingers along its length, almost touching it. Then caresses the down on his balls.

Arash has no patience left. He pulls Rohzin towards him and seats her onto his waiting dick. The tease is already wet. She smiles innocently. Their lovemaking is aglow with passion. It’s easy for Rohzin to put thoughts out of her mind about if she can even have children with him.


The married couple come out of their rooms in the afternoon. Cyrene smiles at them lovingly. She lifts her left eyebrow to Rohzin who blushes. They hug. Cyrene never expected this when she first sought Ruksana. Pained, she tells the lovebirds there is a next wedding to prepare.

The End of Season 2

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