The Sultanah Ch. 12

"Of course, it is agreed. I wish that there were greater words that I could use," she said. And then we felt...nothing. We both stood for a moment, our hands shaking.

"I thought...I thought something was going to happen," Maderşahi said after an awkward moment. We had both been waiting for some sort of sign. Something momentous that would show we were moving in the right direction, to prove that the prophecy would be fulfilled. Now we both felt sheepish, the magic of the moment seeming to fade. We dropped our hands to our sides.

"Is this it?" Kız asked nervously, now she too had risen from her knees and walked around so that she was standing next to Maderşahi. I shrugged my shoulders.

"You have not completed the proper motions," Kardes suddenly said from my side, "Have you already forgotten about the tapestry," she said, pointing to it. The figures in the room. The sexual bond.

"We need to seal the agreement," Maderşahi realized, then she turned back to me, smiling nervously. I felt a thrill run up my back. I had forgotten in the excitement. Now a new form of excitement gripped me. Something I always associated with Gunes.

"We have made an agreement," I said, feeling my cock twitch slightly. Maderşahi looked down at it and smiled nervously.

"It has been a long time since I have had a cock..." she said. That seemed to settle it. We both knew what we were going to do. It was just a matter of starting. Once again, we paused awkwardly for some time.

"How exactly is this done?" I asked, "Is there some ritual to it?" I asked. I looked at Maderşahi's tight body and wondered what it would feel like. But I did not feel right just suddenly grabbing it. Things still did not feel rights.

"Usually...Well there is no usually, you just sort of do it after you made an agreement," Maderşahi said. Something still was not right. The room became darker as the sun slipped behind a passing cloud. We didn't feel like we could just jump right in. There was nothing that should have held us back, but there was some invisible force in the room, telling us that we were wrong. The same pregnant feeling of incompleteness hung in the air around us. My cock remained limp, the passions stirred once again resumed their normal course. Finally, someone spoke.

"Mürebbiye, I think that we are once again mistaking the message of the tapestry. We are not dealing with a normal agreement," Kız said after moment, "the tapestry does show the customary two people. There are four." All eyes once again returned to the tapestry. I felt a lump in my throat. The guard was right. Just thinking about it, made my blood warm and I felt my heart beating faster. It felt like we were on the right track.

"We are not binding two families together in a commercial or political transaction," I suddenly stated, my voice taking on the strange, mechanical aspect that had unnerved me before, "Yes, we are binding the physical. But we are binding the spiritual as well. Ülke with Anaerki. Gunes with Goblen. The additional significance requires additional celebrants." And with that the idea closed from my mind, but the inherent logic of it remained compelling. We all soaked in the meaning of the tapestry when coupled with my words.

"Who are the other two?" Maderşahi asked, though everyone was thinking the same thing.

"I can't imagine the prophecy was for four people to discover the truth, then for two to leave, and then for two more to arrive," Kız said, though it sounded like she was desperate to believe something different.

"But it can't be the four of us" Maderşahi said quickly, clearly waiting for someone to say exactly what her guard had said so that she could push back. She sounded almost panic as she turned from looking at Kız and appealed to me, "Kız is my daughter," Suddenly, their strikingly similar appearance made perfect sense to me. It also made sense that the younger woman would serve as her mother's bodyguard. Who could she trust more implicitly, especially considering there was no hereditary leader? But the implication of what that meant hung heavy in the air. It seemed to get to the Mürebbiye and Maderşahi continued her thoughts:

"I did not raise her, it is true. Her father did, as is the custom. I barely knew her, just a few weeks a year, until five years ago when she became a woman. But it is nonetheless inappropriate. There must be some other way," But even as she spoke, the air in the room seemed to grow colder. She ignored it, "I can see the family resemblance here, who is this Kardes to you, Sultanah?" I turned and looked at Kardes.

I was about to answer quickly, but as I looked at Kardes, her eyes turned to me. I saw her pupils clearly, her kind eyes. I thought the important place she held, unofficially, in the administration of my Empire. She had taught me to behave in a regal manner. She had discovered the means to control the Executive Assembly. She had prevented me from leaving this place impulsively when I was first dismissed. She had found the tapestry and understood its importance. I thought of her loyalty to me and to the Empire. I thought of the ways in which I had failed to reward her and had harmed her pride. I thought of times when I should have at least considered her advice, but did not even think to ask. The quick answer I was about to give no longer seemed to make any sense. I smiled at Kardes for a moment, and then I turned back to Maderşahi.

"This is Kardes Hanedan. She is a member of my Inner Council, an invaluable counselor, and the first woman in the history of the Empire to hold the title Minister of State as our chief diplomat. If any person should be involved in the sealing of an alliance, it is her," I said slowly and I could hear Kardes breath in sharply as I announced (impulsively perhaps) her new title, "She also happens to be my older sister." I finished. I turned and looked at my sister after I spoke. She looked completely taken aback. I reached over and took her hand. Squeezing it tightly I whispered into her ear, "You've earned it."

"You are... in favor of your sister being present for this. With participating?" Kız asked.

"This sister? Yes," I responded without hesitation. Kız looked over at her mother and shrugged. An impish smile formed on her face. We could all feel the energy rising in the room. This felt right. The normal rules clearly did not apply. Whatever we had been searching around for, it made sense.

"It is often said in Anaerki that agreements should be sealed in blood. I have never seen it done this way," Maderşahi said, then her face split into a smile, "But damned if it does not seem right, right now," she said.

"Do you think we can actually do this?" I asked, trying not to look at my sister out of the corner of the eye. I knew I could. I had done it before. But could everyone else?

"How can we not?" Maderşahi asked, "It is clearly willed by the Sun God." She did not speak as though trapped by fate. In fact, she seemed to welcome it.

"My mother has always been my ideal of beauty and strength. I have admired her from a far since childhood and my admiration has only grown since I have come to know her as an adult. I cannot say I have ever thought that this would happen. Why would I? But it would be an honor," Kız said and her cheeks grew red. Her mother also looked slightly embarrassed, obviously quite flattered.

"I would do anything for you," Kardes said to me and I felt my heart swell. I had let Kardes know that I loved her still and that I respected her. Her affection as returned to me and I realized its importance by my brief experience of is loss. There were no doubts now.

But, once again, we stood silently in the room, looking at one another. I could feel excitement rising inside of me, I knew something interesting was going to happen. But no one wanted to make the first move. No one knew what that move would be. The tension just kept growing and growing in the room, making the air feel thick, heavy.

Finally, Maderşahi was the first to crack, "Let's forget who we are now. We exist to fulfill the prophecy, our relationships begin and end with that. We can worry about the rest later. Let's just get passed the start and the discomfort will melt away," she said. Without further word, she turned quickly to face her daughter. Her hand slipped behind Kız's neck, pulling her slightly to the side. Maderşahi tilted her head to the side. I watched as their lips pressed together, mother and daughter. At first, their lips simply linked gently, their bodies staying distant. Eventually, Kız seemed to melt into her mother's kiss, pressing her body against Maderşahi. Their lips parted and I watched as their tongues began to explore one another's mouths. The electricity in the room grew more intense. I felt my cock stirring between my legs.

I felt a sudden compulsion to turn towards Kardes. I saw her looking at me already. Her nipples were sticking out hard through her shirt and her lips were slightly parted. The slight wrinkles that lines her face seemed to have smoothed, she looked younger than I could ever remember seeing her. Her bright, emerald eyes shone with excitement. We felt the same impulses that had pulled Maderşahi and Kız together playing on our bodies. There was no will to resist. We didn't bother.

My hands seemed to move on their own and they quickly found their way to Kardes' hips. I felt the warm, roundness of her body alluring and my hands moved to the narrowest area of her waist. Kardes reached up around my neck, hooking her elbows around the back of my neck. I felt my sister's large breasts press into my own, I felt my cock brushing against her leg. Kardes closed her eyes now and tilted her head to the side. I followed suit. In a moment, I felt my sister's soft lips brush against my own. My lips tingled and my cock felt thick against my sister's leg. I could smell her skin, fresh as the morning rain. I moaned slightly, opening my mouth. Kardes exploited the breach and soon I felt her tongue tumble into my own. Her tongue was thick and cool, and she moved the rough surface against my gums and then drug it sensuously over my teeth. I spread my lips farther, letting her slip deeper inside of me. I probed out with my own tongue, tasting her.

It felt so natural then. I cannot explain it. Just an hour earlier this was the last thing I ever would have expected to happen. Even before I had offended Kardes, I would not have thought of doing this. She was my older sister and she was beautiful (she looked so much like an older, kinder Nislani after all) but my incestuous experiences in the past had largely been the result of necessity. But somehow, this did not feel like incest. We were cloaked in the rays of the sun, we fulfilled the prophecy, we acted out our roles, and it felt lovely. Something else was in control of the situation. It could only have been Gunes, protecting me. She made the prophecy come true, she brought me new alliances, and she allowed me to honor my older, more important alliances, all in one moment. There was no room to second guess. Everything just came as it came.

Apparently Maderşahi and Kız felt the same way. While Kardes and I kissed and our bodies pressed ever more closely together, I became aware of a strange sound next to us. At first I could not make out the nature of the sound. Eventually, I heard a strange clanking noise. I opened one eye and looked over towards the other two women and I saw that Kız's chest plate had dropped to the floor. I saw her mother's hands working all over her, loosening ties and buckles, removing her clothes. Kız was attempting to do the same, though much more quietly. I saw her hands on the blanket around her mother's waist, pulling at it and trying to loosen it.

My eyes closed once again. But as my focus returned fully to Kardes, I was slightly surprised to find that my hands were already occupied. Like Maderşahi and Kız, my hands were flying over my partner's body, pulling clothing loose and dropping items onto the floor. Kardes offered no resistance. On the contrary, as I pulled on fabric or adjusted belts, Kardes moved to assist me. In just a few minutes, Kardes was naked before me; our lips still pressed together, my cock now sliding half-hard against Kardes' smooth thigh.

I heard a slapping sound as a shirt fell onto the floor next to me and I knew without looking that Maderşahi and Kız were naked as well. With difficulty, I was able to open my eyes and break my kiss with Kardes. I heard her whimper slightly as her eyes fluttered back open. She smiled at me dreamily and allowed me to turn and face Maderşahi and Kız (she gasped as my cock slipped from her thigh). Maderşahi and Kız had also stopped kissing and they turned to face me.

The bodies of the three women surrounding me were exquisite in their nude state. As I pulled away slightly, I was shocked by the degree to which Kardes' body looked like Nislani's, if a little more mature. Her breasts were the same shape as my wife's, but they were much larger. Despite that, they were not saggy or droopy, instead sitting up on her chest, her dark nipples pointing straight out. Her stomach was a little fuller than Nislani's but by no means chubby. Similarly, her hips were wider and her ass more generous. Her cunny was shaved bare in the courtly fashion and her cunny lips were dark, perhaps a bit larger than Nisani's. But in general, she looked like Nislani (or me for that matter). A slightly bottom-heavy hourglass shape with sweeping curves and delicate limbs.

As Maderşahi and Kız, their bodies were just as tight and athletic naked as they had appeared when clothed. Kız looked remarkably like her mother. They had the same faces, the same small breasts, the same flat stomachs, the same muscular asses, and the same runner's legs. I could see that both women had small, puffy red nipples, full red pussy lips, and small triangular patches of well-kempt pubic hair. The only difference was that Maderşahi's face was slightly lined and a bit more severe while Kız was slightly rounder. I attributed this to the stresses of the job. That would also explain the handful of gray hairs that topped Maderşahi's head but not that of her young daughter.

I looked up at the tapestry, the four naked figures standing together in a tight formation. I realized we had reached that exact moment, the predicted event. My body trembled and my cock grew harder as I realized that we had done everything right. I could almost feel a red glow, like the one emanating from the primary figure in the tapestry. The other women were looking at me, waiting for me to take my place in the lead. Somehow, I knew exactly what I wanted.

"Maderşahi," I said, "I need you to lay on your back on the bed. Spread your legs." I ordered softly, there was no force in my command. It was like I knew what she wanted and was giving her permission. Maderşahi responded with alacrity. Without speaking, she lay back on the bed, her legs pulling apart widely. She was laying across the width of the bed, her feet towards me and her head right on the edge of the bed on the other side. The reddish lips of her cunny spread open and I could see her glistening in the sunlight. The red nub of her clitoris stood out hard at the top of her cunny. Her breasts spread out on her ribcage and her lips were pulled apart, smiling. Her eyes looked feverish. Like she was desperate for me to begin. I wanted to oblige. But an urge came over me, an understanding of what was needed next.

"Kardes," I said and turned to look at her, rubbing her elbow with my hand, "My beautiful sister. I need you to go and straddle Maderşahi's face. Face me on your knees," I said. Kardes bit her lip and nodded. Then she quickly walked around to the other side of the bed. She stood and faced me when her hips were directly behind Maderşahi's head. She looked down at Maderşahi and smiled. I watched as my sister ran her hand over Maderşahi's hair for a moment and she may have whispered something. I saw Maderşahi nod and then my sister stepped up onto the bed.

Kardes placed her knees on the bed, lifting herself up easily over Maderşahi's face. She placed her hands down on either side of Maderşahi's hips as she adjusted her knees. Then Kardes sat back until she was kneeling over Maderşahi's lips, her large ass spread out of the Mürebbiye's face. Kardes let out a strange cooing sound and I saw her sink down farther onto Maderşahi's face. It was hard to see from my angle, but I could tell that Maderşahi's tongue was already moving around on Karde's cunny and sucking at her clit. Kardes moaned loudly. Maderşahi's hands quickly rose up to her own chest, finding her nipples with her fingers. I watched she began to play with her breasts, her hips moving slightly on the fabric of the bed. Her cunny grew wetter and the scent of it began to fill the air.

Whatever force was compelling me told me that it was my turn to move next. I did not speak, I just let the impulses move me as they wood. I stepped forward towards Maderşahi, my body vibrating with excitement. I was not breathing. My hands lowered and dropped down onto Maderşahi's knees and I felt her trembling as I pushed them farther apart. Her musky scent rose higher, filling my nose and actually coating my tongue. I looked down between my legs now, I saw my cock was fully hard now, my body ready and willing. Maderşahi's hips were shaking on the bed and it was clear that she was ready as well.

I heard Kardes gasp and I looked up. Her body was rigid and she was smiling, her hands on her own hips, holding tightly. I wanted some of what she had. I took a step forward, pulling Maderşahi's legs around me. I moved my right hand down, wrapping it around the base of my hard cock. I looked up at Maderşahi's tight body and I pushed my cock down. I felt the tip of my cock tap Maderşahi's clit and then slide down between her cunny lips. She felt wet and incredibly smooth. I heard Maderşahi moan, muffled by my sister's cunny on her face. She writhed more wildly on the bed.

I reached my free hand forward and grabbed Maderşahi's hip, rubbing her skin gently with my palm. The tip of my cock was now pressed against the opening of Maderşahi's cunny. In fact, it was buried within the folds of her lips, wetting the tip of my cock and preparing it. I felt the heat of her body surging through me. I wanted more.

Carefully, I started to press my hips in towards Maderşahi's body. I heard the woman groan as her cunny split open, making room for my hard cock. The slick walls of Maderşahi's cunny wrapped tightly around me. But I could feel her body pulling me in harder, desperate for more. Inch after inch of my cock slipped into Maderşahi's cunny. She became tighter and tighter as each second passed. My body tingled all over and I started to breath in ragged breaths. Finally, I felt my balls press against Maderşahi's asscheeks and I felt my hips lock into hers.

I looked down and saw the root of my cock pressed against the Maderşahi's stretched red cunny lips. Her hard clit sat up, aching for attention. Maderşahi was writhing on the bed, shoving her hips down, driving to drive my cock deeper into her body. Her wet body was wrapped tightly around my cock and it felt like it was milking me, trying to pull the salty seed out of my balls. I groaned and pitched forward. My right hand now landed on the bed next to Maderşahi's breast and I could feel her rubbing against the inside of my elbow. My cock drove deeper into Maderşahi's body and now our stomachs were pressed together and I could feel her trembling.

I could also hear her moaning into my sister' cunny more clearly. I looked up slightly. I saw Kardes looking down at me. Both of her hands were on her breasts now, playing with her nipples and sinking her fingers into her flesh. She was smiling at me and her muscles seemed rigid and tense. She was panting and occasionally her eyes would close and she would let out a satisfied moan.