The Voyage of Galilea

Aleera sat among some cushions on the edge of the pool. The servants prepared my bath with new oils and salts. The water was steaming and so the fragrances soon invaded our surroundings…There was incense too and a young girl playing an ancient lute…It was almost like a dream…When I was completely undressed I approached the water and soaked my toes in it. Certainly very warm, but welcoming…The older servant helped me down the stone stairs to get inside the water. It stung a little, the heat, but soon enough my skin got adjusted and I could relax as I breathed the sandalwood and the myrrh off the air. Aleera watched me…She was mesmerized with my own feelings of anticipation and pleasure. She stood up and walked towards the servant. She commanded her to leave, and so she did, dutifully…

Aleera kneeled behind me and started combing my hair.

-“We shall apply some henna to your hair, my darling…It will suit you…”

I smiled.

-“Aleera, who were all those girls that we saw when we arrived?”

-“Oh, them? Local girls…We let them come here to bath whenever there are no visitors…”

-“Do you have many other visitors…?”

I asked inquisitively.

Aleera smiled and she left her combing to seat down behind me, soaking her legs on the pool. Her legs encircled my torso.

-“Why you ask…?”

-“I don’t know…I just though that palace harbored a harem…”

Aleera laughed freely…Her hands roaming around my scalp, which made me close my eyes and tilt my head back with delight…Aleera leaned over and kissed my lips, her hands, then, came around my face and my neck and, finally, touched my breasts, where they stayed for a moment.

-“Only my sisters and I have come here before…You are the only mortal who has come here in over 100 years…As a matter of fact, the last person to bathe in these waters was Princess Zoraida Valerious…She was Anna’s Great Aunt…She, too, tried to kill my master…She ended up being seduced by him…almost a bride…Verona didn’t like her…The Queen had her killed the first night she came here…”

Aleera then jumped into the pool with me and embraced me from behind.

-“We shall not talk of death and sorrow today, my precious…”

Aleera took a cloth and started rubbing my body with it, relishing with pleasure…taking a few extra moments to touch me in ways that aroused me completely. Aleera had me against the edge of the pool. My hands were up to my side. My whole body was at her mercy. She poured some oil over my chest and gently spread it over my skin. She stopped for a moment, only long enough to take her robe, revealing her magnificent skin which was glowing…The warmth of the water made her nipples hard. She wore no jewelry. She asked me to seat on the edge, my legs still touched the water. She stood between my legs. She grabbed me by my waist and pulled me closer to her. My hands arms were on each side of my body. She pulled me closer until my legs rested on her shoulders.

She poured some more oil on my legs…Carefully touching my skin, inside, outside. Up and down my thighs. Outside my thighs…inside my thighs…The perfumed oil and her touch was making me dizzy with wantonness. My body finally gave in to it and I slowly lay down…Me legs still up in Aleera’s shoulders…

She came closer to me and she parted my legs…She whispered

-“Galilea…To give pleasure, you must first know pleasure…”

Grabbing my legs, her body swiftly swung out of the body…Her body was defying gravity. I had her naked goddess body floating in the air right above me. Her breasts slightly touched mine…My hands reached for them. Aleera leaned over me and had her tongue freely lick the skin of my breasts, taking my nipples softly with her lips, sinking her teeth in them, only hard enough to make me quiver.

She continued her way down to my navel. My hands made her come down, until our bodies touched…My fingers touched the skin of her arms and her back…I cared not if we were being watched or if we were the only two people in the universe…

She placed my hand in between my legs, I screamed with pleasure…

-“We should trim you a little…He’ll like that….”

-Come with me, my dear…Let us begin…”

It took me a while to stand up and move…How could she just stop…?

Both of us walked about naked. She held my hand and we entered another area of the garden. The older servant awaited for us there with a few other young girls. Immediately, one of the women gave Aleera another robe, even more beautiful than the one she had before. I, on the other hand, remained naked. I was made to rest my body over a stone bed. The stone was warmed and I soon relaxed. A young servant girl took my hair and let it come down, almost touching the ground. She took a small bowl which had a brush and spread henna on my hair. Generously. Another girl applied perfume on some strategic points of my body…my neck…my wrists…between my breasts…my temples….and…inside my thighs….

A servant came to us with a pair of small scissors and a blade. Aleera intercepted her and took them both from her hands.

-“Allow me…..”

Very carefully, Aleera parted my legs…She trimmed my hair gently….Then she poured some oil in the palm of her hand…She let it sprinkle on my inner thighs. I started breathing hard again, as I welcomed her soft touch between my legs. She knew exactly how to touch me…He fingers moved inside my inner and outer lips, teasing the sanity out of me….The small blade then, slid softly…..

-“The Queen did this with each and every one of us, when we arrived….”

She finished. She left a soft trail of her, fragrant with different kinds of perfumes, including my own scent…

-“It is that scent that shall appeal to him most…Galilea you have a most desirable and intimate scent…She leaned over me, parting my mouth her tongue, a kiss among kisses…This time she didn’t hesitate…She parted my legs softly and placed a few kisses on my inner thighs…then her feisty, sweet tongue found my secret garden. Her fingernails gently parting my lips to let her tongue enjoy its sinful ride…I moaned and sighed with content…I got lost in my own ocean of joy….She kissed me…She licked me…Her fingers went inside of me…Her tongue itself dared enter me…It was so easy…She didn’t stop…I don’t know how many times I climaxed with her inside of me…Even when she stopped I still felt her and I still welcomed the waves of pleasure.

She kissed me softly and I licked my own flavors of her tongue.

I closed my eyes and drifted into a much needed, brief slumber…

When I awoke, Aleera sat next to me…My body was dressed in an exquisite translucent gown and I was resting among the cushions in the middle of the garden…The symphony of nightingales was clearer now, as if they were dedicating it to us…

The servants then brought some marvelous middle-eastern dishes, fragrant with exotic, unpronounceable spices…I had the couscous, a most special, Turkish blend….The sun was burning high in the sky…Little drops of sweat came down my face….

-“Aleera, how come you tolerate light so easily…?”

-“The Queen taught us…Very many brides died trying…We had to learn to live in daylight…self-defense…Our enemies didn’t expect us, so they were easy prey…”

-“I see…”

-“Tell me about this castle, Aleera…”

I looked around me, very keen to know more and more…

-“Oh! That is one beautiful story…”

I rested my body on her thighs and she started her Arabian tale.

-“Over four centuries ago, not far away from here, stood the palace of a very powerful sultan of the Ottoman Empire…The gardens would extend for over 100 acres, filled with wonderful treasures and statues and, even, a mesquite, reserved only for the sultan and the imperial family. It soared several hundred feet above the ground.

There were white peacocks roaming around the garden and the sultan had made a special forest, where he recruited nightingales for his enjoyment.

His subjects adored him, for he was generous and he gave much to the poor.

When the master was young, during one of his campaigns, he got invited to the palace with some other war heroes. The story has lost a lot of its credibility, for some say Romania and Turkey were at war and were sworn enemies. The fact is that the young Count spent a few days of glory inside the sultan’s palace. As a gift, the sultan allowed my master to have one evening with a young woman from his own harem. The sultan’s harem had over 2000 women, but few were as beautiful as Princess Ariadna.

The Count was young and inexperienced, and it was so much what he learned in one night with the princess. He was completely entranced and the next morning, when she was going back to the harem, he followed her…Now, you see, he had to be extremely careful, for if the eunuchs found him, he would be drown like a rat, without mercy.

The harem of the sultan was spread over several areas of the palace, but his favorites concubines had themselves built a special quarter with walls of ebony and gold. My young master was marveled to see the sumptuousness of such place…All the girls walked around with little or no garments.

Princess Ariadna soon got lost among the women who surrounded her to hear her adventures with the dashing Romanian.

The young Count had his mind made up. He had to enter the harem any way he could. He went to town and found himself a disguise, similar to the one the eunuchs wore inside the walls of the harem. He would say that he looked like a beggar!

He bribed a servant. The servant would lose his head, if he told anybody about the master’s plans. The servant found himself a less than reputable doctor. The Count paid him with gold and the doctor gave him a certificate in which he said the young man had been operated on and was now a eunuch.

With the help of the servant, the master in disguise entered the chambers which led to the main harem. It was late at night…The Chief Eunuch was distracted playing cards and didn’t notice the intruder. The master being the seasoned warrior he was didn’t think twice before he opened the gates to the forbidden quarters. The girls were sleeping, mostly naked…There were nets above their beds which made them look like fairies…The master was very much aroused and he wanted so much to find her chosen one, Princess Ariadna. He found her, soundly asleep, naked like a baby on top of a large, velvet cushion. He sat next to her and touched her gently…her legs…her thighs…her breasts, teasing her nipples with the gentleness of a feather…The princess opened her eyes and right about when she was going to scream, the master revealed his handsome face, his eyes shining with desire, her body so ready for his touch again.

They made love, careful not to utter a sound. Yet, that was impossible for they both got carried away with pleasure.

Soon, other girls had awaken, and far from being scared or feeling threatened they joined the master and his princess in an unforgettable orgy, where the bodies were mixed with one another, where fantasies became a reality and the master became a man, a skilled man and the best lover one could possibly have…

The young Count left the sultan’s palace, but Princess Ariadna stayed with him in his heart. The Princess got pregnant. Some like to believe the child had Romanian blood. Nobody knew. Both the child and his mother were poisoned by the jealous Sultana.

The young master was grief-stricken for many months. Princess Ariadna was his first love. Soon after this, he ordered this palace be built in her honor. In more ways than one, this palace is, in a much smaller scale of course, a replica of the sultan’s.”

I loved that story. It made me smile. It was wonderful to know Count Dracula was once a man with a heart, capable of loving with such intensity, risking even his life for such love…

Aleera and I then walked together to a small room inside the palace. It was a dressing room. There was very little furniture. The incense smell was strong. The windows were all carved with wood with a Spanish-Arabic flair, only found in the Alhambra Palace in Southern Spain. The incense smell escaped through the window…There was a lot of red and burgundy in the decoration. There were exquisite vases adorned with Bird of Paradise. Resting on a chaise long lay my dress for that evening. Only a queen would wear such dress. It was olive green with golden threads. I could see through its fine fabric. The front opened almost to my navel, partly revealing my breasts.

The train of the dress came down about two meters….I have never seen anything so beautiful.

A young woman brought a tray with fresh fruits, mostly citrus. She placed it on a table by the window. Aleera made me walk with her. She took the fruits with her fingers and parted them in half, letting its juices streams across my face and dripping down my breasts…She licked the fruit of my skin, tasting me with relish. She fed me the fruit with her own fingers, teasing me.

-“Fruit shall refresh your breath, my love…The master will smell this fruit in your mouth and he will rip off your lips in a most unforgettable way….You look so beautiful, Galilea…See…soon the sun will disappear in the horizon and it will be time for you to meet with him…Come let us apply your make up and do your hair, my sweet princess…”

The room was filled with eager servants who took pride in dressing me up for the occasion. Aleera stood around to supervise the work. She fed me with more fruit in her own unique way…I soon felt adrift to a different century, a new world…My heart beating with anticipation…My body ready for ecstasy.