HAREM NIGHTS: Love Duel by HalHow3 (07/26/08)


(A careless word leads to Conflict...)

One evening, like many evenings before, young Ali lay in his rich bed of silks with Afina tucked under his right arm and Jalilaa nestled warmly under his left. His powerful, hands rubbed softly over their bare smooth backs and reached down to their well-rounded bottoms, as they whispered words of Love and Desire in his ears.

Afina ...pushed... her small but perk breasts, into his muscled ribs. One hand stroked his hair softly as the other glided ...teasingly... over one of his nipples. Her tongue traced the side of his neck and then her full lips moved to ...suck... on one earlobe. "Sweet husband", she whispered, "I beg of you my Lord, send the ...diseased she-goat... to her chambers. I desire only to make Passionate Love with you until the sun rises to shine on our loved wet bodies. I beg you my husband, my Desire for you ...BURNS... like flames in the desert night. Please Love, deny not one who cares for you so."

Jalilaa raised her head slightly to ...glare... over young Ali's chest, before bringing her hot lips to his cheek. Her firm breasts ...pushed... against him, each nipple a furious pink point of Desire. "Listen not to the old harpy's Lies my Lord", her soft voice whispered. "It is my body that can show you ...Endless... Love. She is a date fallen from the palm and left to wrinkle in the sand. Send her away that I can show you my Hunger for your Sword."

Ali lay in the silks listening to these words of Love and Possession and they thrilled him like the forbidden spoil of the grape. His body trembled to their erotic touches and his manhood rose quickly to quiver in the air like am arrow waiting only the archer's ...Release.

Afina now raised her head slightly ...staring... over her man's chest at the woman who would cheat her of his bed. "You are one to call names, daughter of a clumsy peasant whose father is a Dog. Grateful you should be, my husband forbade me touch you, or I would reward your sharp tongue with my Nails." Resting her head down again Afina ...slowly... drew her right leg up, allowing her toes to ...trace... the inside of her Lover's thigh.

Jalilaa allowed her tongue to ...SWIRL... a moment in her husband's ear and then let her hand ...steal... over his hip to carresse his swelling manhood. Glancing over at Afina with ...burning eyes.. .she replied, "You are the lucky one haggard witch. Eagerly would I pit my body against yours to ...Prove... that my Love for my Sultan is strong and yours a sham." As her fingers ...stroked... his manhood from base to tip and back she whispered, "Send her away my Prince that I may show you the Love you truly Deserve."

Ali lay silent on the bed, feeling their hands move over him even as they quarrelled. His body hungered for theirs but he knew he could show no favor this night. The next day seemed most far away when two eager lovers ...Beg... for him to be inside them. Also their quarreling, brought back ...other dreams..., desires he tried to best force aside, but that came bubbling back up and into his mind, like the black tar that sometimes wells up unbidden from the sands.

Afina's hand now stroked one side of his trembling manhood, her touch so soft, he thought he would explode, even as Jalilaa's fingers worked their female magic from the other. He tossed his head from side to side, like a man lost in a sudden fever from which there was no escape.

Afina ...glared with hatred... at her rival and said, "Surely count yourself most blessed, desert whore, that my husband holds me back. For but at a single Word, I would show him, my Love is most True. You are nothihng but a viper, laying in the sand, waiting to bite those who would hear your poisonous lies."

Ali ...MOOOOOANNNED...on the silks his chest heaved with the passions they stirred in him. Finally he whispered, 'Women. In the name of the One True God will you give me no peace?" His chest shuddered and then he continued, "If you cannot find peace in my arms, perhaps you can find it in each other's."

Afina and Jalilaa raised their heads off his shoulders glancing first at each other and then askance of their husband. He drew a single breath then muttered, "May the One True God decide what a man cannot. Fight!"


(...of Love and Hate....)

For a moment Afina's eyes widened, but she needed no other urging. She turned her gaze to Jalilaa even as she pushed first up onto one elbow then to the palm of her hand. Rising to one knee she ...THREW... herself forward, sliding easily over the chest and hips of her husband and ...FULL... onto the body of her Enemy and Rival.

Jalilaa had seen her ...intent... and rolled to her back, spreading her arms and her legs wide as she awaited the coming of her Enemy. As Afina's lilth body DROPPED onto her own, she quickly WRAPPED her arms and legs around her rival and ...TWISTED... to the left, tossing Afina onto her right side, even as Jalilaa ...ROLLED... with her. Quickly they THRASHED and CURLED on the sheets, their slim bodies pressed ...FULLY...into each other from breasts, to bellies to the curve of their Venus mounds. Arms locked around slender backs, as long legs struggled to wrap over hip or curl behind thigh. Their hatred ...long brewing... like a bitter desert tea, they cametogether in a INSTANT, and LOCKED in all out battle.

Ali rolled onto his left hip, his eyes wide and startled for a moment by the quickness of the thing. Carefully he watched Afina and Jalilaa's intense but almost silent struggle. He had expected screaming perhaps. Name calling. Slaps and cries, but instead there was only intense desparate breathing, and the occasional grunt of effort or moan of pain. As his eyes studied them, he soon realized this was no minor squabble, as between children who will soon be scolded and sulllen. This was a FIGHT fought with all their heart and all their passion. As he watched, a knot formed in his stomach because even now, some omen warned him this battle was to the End. That neither would hold back until one or the other had taken her Enemy's life. Already the young Prince regretted his careless words, but his house was an old and noble one, and his Word, once given, could not be taken back. With a mixture of regret and excitement he lay in the silks as he watched his two favorites FIGHT, each most desparate to take the other's Life blood.

(...a battle joined...)

As they lay entwined in the silks Afina's dark arms and legs stood out clearly around the pale flesh of her rival, even as Jalilaa's white limbs were in contrast to her enemy's dusky flesh. Afina's right arm passed over her rival's shoulder, her hand pressing against the small of Jalilaa's back. Afina's left hand curled under the Jalilaa's right armpit and her hand was stretched high until her fingers could CLENCHED in Jalilaa's dark, straight locks. Afina's thighs wrapped around either side of Jalilaa's pale left thigh, Afina's right leg curled almost over her enemy's hip, while her left pressed upward between milky-colored thighs. Jalilaa's left hand was beneath her and even sitting up, young Ali could see it not. The right was curled behind Afina's shoulder and CLUTCHED at her rival's chestnut brown strands. Jalilaa's left leg pressed between Afina's dusky thighs, and her right curled hight, over her enemy's hip and down across the small of her back. Each woman held the other's hair, but did not YANK or JERK as one might, who wished to tear the tresses from another, instead they ....PULLED... with a hard, steady pressure. Only when he saw their ...bared teeth... did he know the reason for this.


Leaning closer he could see their clenched bodies press ...TIGHTER... bared breasts RUBBING over bared breasts, smooth tummies gliding across against other and each favorite with one thigh pressed ...FIRMLY... into the womanhood of her rival. Locked together now, all sudden motions ceased and at first Ali believed the battle was ended before it began, lost in a hopeless draw, then he as watched they began to make ...slow ...deliberate ...motions ... their lilth bodies arching and squirming as slender limbs made strong from dance, clutched at each other in slow struggle for position and advantage.

Afina slowly twisted in the grip of Jalilaa, managing with effort to cross her calves over the back of Jalilaa's left leg, up close to her knee. With her legs together she began to ...SQUEEZE... even as Jalilaa ...gave a low ...gasp... and struggled to change her own grip. Jalilaa, forced her left leg straight out, and hooked her right ankle over left shin, allowing her to ...SQUEEZE... back, around Afina's left thigh. The muscles of their slim and lovely legs stood out, in graceful curves as each ...tormented... the other with hard, steady, PRESSURE. Above, the battles between breasts continued without respite, smooth orbs ...THRUSTING and GRINDING... as if each struggled to grind her rival's breasts OFF! Leaning closer, young Ali could see their nipples were especially long and stIff, aroused and swollen as they attempted each to STAB them into the others delicate udders. Their faces were nose touching nose and each GLARED her hatred back into her rival's eyes, their chests heaving with desparate breaths as they Struggled.

Pulling on Jalilaa's hair, Afina's beautiful lips curled in a savage smile as she whispered, "Long have I prayed for this moment, daughter of a Pig. At nights I prayed in fevered passion for my Lord to but speak the word that would allow me to punish you as you so deserve. Know you will pay for you Insults tonight, but take comfort you will not live long to regret them."

Jalilaa ....PULLED... back on Afina's hair as her beautiful faced contorted in Hatred and Anger. Foolish are you sister of Dogs, to think to face me in Battle. Only my Lord's endless patience has saved you, but tonight you are through. You are ...unworthy... of his Love. Unworthy to have his Seed. I will make you suffer for your cruel lies but your end will save my Husband from your venom forever. Then I will bear my Husband a son."

Afina curled the fingers of her right hand then and slowly ....drew... them up the middle of Jalilaa's back, Afina's long, curved nails leaving bloody lines across her rival's pale flesh almost to the shoulders. Jalilaa threw her head back, eyes almost shut as she clenched her teeth in a soundless scream.

"Do you like the Taste of my nails tramp of the west? Fear not, your back is but the start, soon they will savor more delicate fruit." Snarling Afina continued, "Your womb is barren, you have born no child. The only thing your womanhood conceives is dust and foul odors."

Jalilaa WIGGLED then, trying to get her left arm up, but her own weight keeping it trapped half beneath her. Staring into the eyes of her enemy she hissed, "I am Young and your womb has produced nothing but girl children. It is my womb that will bare a King and tonight you Die!"

"You Dare", Afina hissed back, "Fine then let it be so between us. To the Death!"

"Yes", Jalilaa replied, "To the Death."

Young Ali's body trembled then, even though he was a man and a warrior for he knew their tone and recognized only Truth there. A small tear rolled down from one eye, but he wiped it away. Tears were for women and a man must keep his word as his father taught. Sitting up in the silks, he crossed his legs and watched as he waited to see which of his favorites would be Victoress and which Vanquished.