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Chapter 46: The Arab Prince #2: Royal Insertion
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Trellick and Lara entered the lavish banquet hall one after the other, a few minutes of separation to make their eventual meeting seem coincidental.
“Milady Croft, quelle surprise!” Trellick exclaimed. “You look… quite ravishing, if I don’t say so myself.”
Lara did indeed fit every definition of ravishing. The midday sun filtering through the glass-bottomed aquarium that served as the banquet hall’s ceiling cast a lovely light on her outfit, which consisted of a tightly conforming black underlayer, over which she wore a semi-translucent white sundress.
Much of underlayer was fully see through, the white sundress barely adding to the opacity. This was more than enough to betray the fact that the duchess wore neither bra nor panties. Only her bosom, her derriere and her genitals were fully hidden from view, although the reflective underlayer traced the soft lines of those areas so closely it wasn’t hard to picture what those places looked like.
Lara smiled but did not respond. No one except for Trellick could know that at in that moment, she must be cursing the number of cell phones that were in the vicinity, her body imperceptibly stiffening every five seconds.
“Come! I must introduce you to my good friend, Prince Samir. Prince Samir! Hello there, have you met Milady Croft? She’s a Duchess, hailing from my motherland!”
Prince Samir was a portly Arab who’s youthful energy seemed to belie a man that was in his mid 60’s.
<”Aho! How delightful!”> Samir seemed to perk up, evidently finding Lara to be quite his type. He beckoned for Trellick to lead the gorgeous woman over to him, holding out one of his hands, palm up, so she would know to offer her own. On his extended hand, he wore a gold signet ring that had a dazzlingly blue gem embedded in it.
The Duchess seemed quite impressed by Samir, blushing as he took her proffered hand and planted a kiss on it.
<“Trellick, my friend! And now I’m embarrassed to use my very poor English in front of this lovely… did you say ‘Duchess’?”>
<“I’m sure your English is quite excellent, your highness.”> the western beauty spoke in fluent Arabic, making a small curtsy in front of Samir.
“Milady Lara Croft is the Duchess of Arlington. She’s quite well known around the world to those who dabble in archaeology.” Trellick explained, revealing a fact that instantly made Samir perk up.
<”Aho, how polite, to speak to me in my language even though you are also of royalty in your own country!”> Samir exclaimed, happy he didn’t have to strain himself trying to remember the foreigner’s tongue. He brashly motioned for Lara to share the ottoman that he was sitting on, which she did after another small curtsy. As she moved to sit, he pulled her so that she sat down right next to him.
<”Oh, a Duchess? We certainly don’t have those where I come from...”> Samir declared. Not waiting for Lara to respond, he turned to look at Trellick.
<“Did I hear correctly, that she is interested in archaeology?”> he said to Trellick in Arabic.
<“It’s more than an interest, your highness. I’m an archaeologist by profession.”> the Duchess said with some hint of pride, a rosy color in her cheeks.
<“Oh?>”Samir perked up , one hand gently patting Lara on her rump, testing her boundaries, laughing triumphantly as she fidgeted slightly but didn’t pull away. The act, which was highly undiplomatic, seemed of little concern to Samir.
<“I must say I do love that about western women.”> he chortled.
<“So independent, so… adventurous…”> he said, tentatively squeezing Lara through the thin fabric of her garments.
<“Trellick here tells me your highness is something of a collector yourself.”> Lara said, her eyes shining, her hips gently rolling forward in her seat, pulling away from Samir’s hand but not pulling away enough to actually break contact. It was all quite tantalizing to the elderly prince.
<“Of course, Duchess! If you have the time to spare, I would love to show you my collection at my summer home”>
<“Really?”>
<“Certainly, in fact, this ship is carrying me there as we speak! It should only take us a week to sail there. Does the Duchess like beaches? I can assure you the beach in front of my palace is like no other…”>
Lara let Samir drone on about his palace, his beach, and his collection. She was far more distracted by her own thoughts.
The device in Lara loins had locked onto the prince’s cell phone, and was buzzing away inside her, letting her know that it was progressively tapping into the phone and copying its data.
Lara was starting to realize that Trellick’s mission was not as simple as a quick insertion and escape.
Samir’s hands was quickly becoming more and more unruly, barely hemmed in by the fact that they were surrounded by a crowd of people, some of whom were curiously looking at the Duchess and Prince.
Lara needed to regroup. She needed to talk to Trellick and get him to give up more information on her situation.
Fortunately, Samir, one hand already secured around Lara’s waist, had just called for a servant to start serving them wine glasses.
Lara slowly sipped her way through several glasses of wine, waiting until the vibrations in her loins terminated with three accentuated buzzes signaling a completion of download.
She deliberately fumbled the next glass of wine the prince handed to her, directing the glass towards her own attire as the red fluid drenched her entire front.
<“Oh my goodness!”> both of them exclaimed.
<“My apologies… your highness… if you’ll excuse me…”> Lara apologized profusely, feigning inebriation, managing a cute inflection that had Samir roaring with forgiving laughter.
<“It is no problem at all!”> the prince said, fully invested in courting Lara’s favor now that the spilled wine was making her dress cling to her skin. Indeed, his hand had spent the last half hour drifting further and further up her skirt, nearly to the point of brushing her groin.
<“Once you’ve freshened up, might I extend an invitation for you to further discuss our mutual interests?”>
<“That would be lovely, your highness, now… if you’ll excuse me…”>
Ten minutes later, in Lara’s suite.
“…I think we both know you misled me.” Lara said curtly, as she stripped out of her stained dress.
“Thank you for completing the download of Samir’s phone.”
“…it better be worth it…” she muttered, after a few seconds of pointless fuming.
“After looking at it, I’m afraid I have to make a change to your mission.” Trellick explained.
Lara, nude and wearing only her gold jewelry, tensed up.
“It’s not what you think. The cell phone data transfer finished on time, but that was only because it had less data than we hoped. It’s taking far longer for the device to decrypt Samir’s digital safeguards.”
“How long do I need to stall for the transfer to finish on his computer?”
Before Trellick could answer, there was a knock at the door.
Trellick recused himself, tossing Lara a bathrobe as he hid himself in the bathroom. Lara, freshly naked, wrapped herself in the bathrobe and answered the door. Standing there was an Arab manservant, who bowed deeply before presenting Lara with a richly wrapped package with a note on top.
Lara didn’t need the servant’s translation of the note to understand what it said.
Dear Duchess.
I’m quite smitten with you. It would be wonderful if you would allow me to host you in my personal suite for the rest of this trip. I promise you will be quite impressed once we arrive at my palace. I hope the included outfit is a suitable replacement for the one you spilled wine on.
Signed,
Samir of House Saud.
The manservant excused himself, and Lara opened the package to find that Samir had sent her an outfit or her to wear should she accept his invitation.
“Well done, milady. You seem to have left an impression.” Trellick said, coming out of hiding.
Lara let out a weary sigh as she examined the outfit Samir had sent. Its lewd audacity should have scandalized her, but instead she felt a sense of relief.
“Is his personal computer in his suite?”
“We have every reason to believe so.”
“I ask you again, how long for the transfer to finish?”
“Taking into account that the device needs to be recharged after every hour of run time… I would estimate three or four trips.”
“You’re saying you need me in his room for the entire week… don’t you… Did you just figure that out or were you just waiting to tell me?” Lara finally asked.
“Would it make a difference? All things considered, I’m sure you could imagine worse ways to spend the week.” Trellick said nonchalantly.
Half an hour later…
Samir, of house Saud, absentmindedly playing with his signet ring as he waited with much impatience in his palatial private suite, anxiously waiting for word of his invitation.
Why was he anxious?
It was because his usual tactic hadn’t seemed to have any effect on the Duchess.
While many of his acquaintances attributed the speed with which women submitted before Samir to his immense personal wealth, Samir had a secret weapon that he wore on his hand.
The gemmed gold signet ring Samir wore was imbued with a blue energy only he could see, an energy that afforded him limited powers of hypnosis.
From the very moment that Trellick had introduced the Duchess to him, Samir had secretly been using the ring to sway her to his bidding. For half an hour, he wrapped the wisps of blue energy around the Duchess, caressing her, teasing her.
But where 10 minutes of this treatment was enough to drive previous females into lustfully begging to join Samir in his suite, the Duchess sat there politely touching glasses with him for a full 30 minutes, not a single hint that she was being irresistibly drawn to him.
It made Samir want the Duchess all the more, and he had begun pacing back and forth in his suite in sexual frustration when his manservant announced the arrival of the Duchess, shortly thereafter showing Lara Croft into the room.
Samir could scarcely control his breath as the Duchess discarded the cloak that she had draped over herself, revealing what she was wearing underneath.
<“Duchess! Welcome!”> he cried, all traces of self-doubt from moments before gone from his mind. His fears that he may have been too premature in sending over the outfit was assuaged by the very fact that she had shown up to his suite dressed in that very same outfit. If anything, Lara surprised him with her own additions to her attire.
Samir eagerly greeted his guest, his eyes lustfully sweeping over her body and measuring her undeniably pleasing qualities.
Strips of threadbare mesh masquerading as undergarments adorned her body, under which Samir could clearly see the shimmer of three small gold pieces of jewelry, two hiding her nipples and a third nestled at the apex of her sex. Samir wasn’t the least bit put off that the she had chosen to hide her twin peaks in this manner, finding it quite provocative.
Over the airy undergarments, the Duchess wore a breezy dancer’s garb that was tied with a sash at the waist but was so translucent the only thing it did was give the supple flesh beneath it a red hue. The neck, sleeves and the legs of the garb were held to the wrist and ankles by a gold collar along with matching bracelets and anklets. As the girl moved, the extra fabric in her sleeves and pants billowed hypnotically.
She had a sweet looking face, bearing soft European features from underneath the matching red veil, that for all the shyness in her eyes struggled to put on a brave front and cast a smile down at Samir from where she assumed an aesthetically sultry stance before him.
There was strength in those eyes as they met Samir’s from her elevated position. Samir appreciated those strong eyes.
No words were necessary, the princess had accepted Samir’s invitation, put on the outfit that was him boldly making his intentions clear, and come to his room of her own accord.
Reaching out, Samir touched Lara through the thin barriers of the fabric, judging her. Lifting one of her ample bosoms with a hand, he let the plump flesh of the tit cascade around his fingers before letting it fall, then cupped the other one as well, sizing it up in kind. When he tapped his gemmed signet ring against the gold nipple covers, secretly using it’s enchanted nature to stimulate her, the girl blushed pleasantly, something her veil did not hide.
Samir circled around, his hand tracing downwards to her shapely buttocks, firmly taking rough measurements as he saw fit. Before she caught herself and relaxed, the girl tensed up enough for Samir to appreciate the strength she possessed in her shapely hindquarters.
<”Hmmmm quite firm. And not a hair on you, oh my!”> he
said earnestly, slipping a finger through the slit in the fabric and running it along the girl’s smooth snatch, playing with the golden trinket wrapped around the girl’s clit. He had long since dropped any pretense at courtesy and enjoyed the feeling of her smooth flesh which was hot to the touch. The girl blushed even harder, her hips rolling, which delighted him.
<“Might we have a little privacy, your highness?”> She said, her lips pursing into a cute pout as she eyed Samir’s throng of guards and manservants.
Samir laughed, and motioned for his guards and manservants to leave Lara alone with him in the room.
<“Leave us.”>
<”Thank you, your highness.”>
<”We don’t recognize the title of ‘Duchess’ in our country, however, so I shall just call you princess.”> Samir declared, one hand groping her ass, frowning when she fidgeted.
<”Does that displease you?”> Samir teased, channeling more of his ring’s blue energy into Lara, seeking to heighten her arousal to what should be unbearable levels for any women.
<“Not at all… Th… thank you, your highness.”> Lara said, resuming stillness under Samir’s gaze, even as his ringed hand was once again venturing forth betwixt her thighs to do even more intimate things to her.
There were generous vertical slits in both the pants as well as the undergarment worn by Lara. The slits were there so that when the time came
to make use the girl’s natural talents, there would be no need to remove her clothes.
Samir’s probing fingers quested past the fabrics’ entryways.
Cupping her most intimate parts with his palm, thumb, index and middle fingers,
he deliberately worked his ringed finger along with the pinky into the intimate
flesh beneath, the ring on his finger abrasively scraping against the nub’s golden warden. The tips of his fingers curled upwards, teasing her, quickly feeling her curtains clench tightly around his ring and fingers, as if in anticipation of being put to good use.
A sweet smell was radiating from the princess sitting in his lap.
Samir’s deeply burrowed fingers withdrew from the folds of fabric and flesh, the clear blue gemstone on his ring clouded over by a viscous moisture.
She was ready for him.
Samir’s smile grew broader as he rubbed his wetted fingers together, then latched one to one of the hoops on Lara’s collar, pulling her off him and onto all fours.
<”Open your mouth.”> He commanded, his body eagerly anticipating that this foreign princess wanted him enough to do that for him.
Once Samir had Lara on her knees, the Arab prince demanded that she fellate him to “earn” his affections, groaning as she sucked down his essence without complaint.
He asked that she dance for him while his hands explored her, undressing her until the dancer’s garb was fully discarded at her feet, upon which he turned his attention to her gold jewelry, soon uncovering the fact that Lara’s breasts were full of milk.
Like many before him, Samir found the Lara’s breast milk to be fragrantly divine, filling his mouth with one nipple after another and suckling deeply, greatly entertained when the act of having her breasts sucked was enough to drive the princess to ecstasy, moaning as her stiff nipples orgasmed from being milked.
<“I… it is a condition of hormones… I’m overly developed there...’fuck…’ ”> Lara stuttered an explanation, moaning as her right nipple throbbed from Samir snapping its golden cover back on, so he could switch to suckling her other nipple.
The pleasure in her tits coupled with the vibrations of the device inside her urethra was enough to make her empty cunt orgasm all on its own. Samir of course couldn’t know what was truly going on, instead assuming that the princess was cumming from having her titties suckled.
“F…fuck… I’m cumming…” the princess moaned, forgetting to use Arabic, but Samir understood her just fine, fingering her with three digits of one hand while the other played with the gold trinket on her sex, eventually tugging hard enough to release it from the magnets, revealing the barbell studded nub itself.
That was enough to bring the princess bucking and clamping down on his fingers, and that in turn brought Samir back to renewed hardness.
An hour later, when the device inside her notified her that it was running out of batteries, Lara’s feeble attempts to excuse herself from Samir’s room were quashed, the prince ordering her into his bed on all her hands and knees and vigorously fingering her until Lara’s knees were buckling from underneath her.
“Hold still, Duchess.” He said, diplomatically flexing his heavily accented English, as he positioned himself behind her and slowly slid himself into her tight, dripping snatch, proudly feeling her cunt quiver in orgasm from his penetration alone.
Lara, meanwhile, was slowly getting over the fact that she was pimping herself out to foreign royalty.
A week of this… this isn’t all that terrible… I can do this… Lara convinced herself, settling into a mindless rhythm as she let the Arab prince fuck her on all fours.
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Author’s note: Another chapter out the door. On a bit of a roll here but fingers crossed for whenever writer’s block strikes again.
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