THE NEMESIS BIRD
Slave Nano’s latest novella length story (9500 words) draws on ‘The Tales of the Arabian Nights’ for its inspiration as Scheherazade relates the darkly erotic tale of Sofia-al-din Hasin, The Caliph of Ishfahan and The Nemesis Bird.
One day the cruel Caliph of Ishfahan spies a magical bird in a courtyard garden. He summons Sofia, one of his servant girls, to go there with a gilded cage and capture the bird for him. But when she sees the wondrous bird she tells her to fly away to safety. The Caliph is enraged and orders Sofia to be put into an iron cage and for his imperial guard to abuse her for forty days and forty nights. But what will befall her when the forty day ordeal is complete and she is summoned before the Caliph to be executed?
Scheherazade took up a golden jug and poured a goblet of wine out for King Shahryar.
“Tell me, my Queen, what tale do you have to entertain me tonight?” he asked.
“O King, if it pleaseth Allah, let me tell you the tale of the Caliph of Ishfahan, the slave girl Sofia-al-Din Hasan and the Nemesis Bird.”
“I trust, for your sake, it will be as captivating as your other stories, Scheherazade. Did you know that before I married you, I wedded a virgin every day and had them beheaded the next morning? I executed 1,000 virgins in this way as revenge on your sex because my first wife was unfaithful.”
Scheherazade smiled. Of course, she had heard the tale. She was the daughter of the Sultan’s vizier, his most trusted adviser. How could she not know that? Yet she trusted in her ability to use her wits to bewitch the King with her beguiling tongue.
She had perused history and legend. She studied philosophy and the sciences, and she was well versed in the arts… including the erotic arts. She had a magnificent library of thousands of books and, from them, she could draw on tales of love and loss of incredible adventures and of genies and magical beasts. And there was a large section dedicated to erotica. She studiously examined these books, became absorbed in their pictures and read the advice offered by courtesans in their texts. Through them, she had learnt how to give oral, as well as aural, stimulation to the Sultan.
As he reclined on the divan bed, taking a sip of wine, she slid a hand into the gap in his silk robe. She brushed her fingers tantalizingly against his cock and felt it twitch with arousal. The Sultan let out the slightest moan of pleasure.
“You are wise, O mighty Sultan,” she said, as she wrapped her fingers around his hardening cock. “not to trust the fairer sex. For it is true, we are wily and not to be trusted.”
The Sultan let out a gasp as Scheherazade tightened her fingers around his erection and pulled on its shaft.
“You did well to treat those virgins so. And how many tales will it take before you release your wife and Queen from the threat of the scimitar’s sword?” she asked as her hand tugged at his member with vigorous strokes to the sound of his groans.
“Oh… 1001, my queen,” he gasped.
“1001 tales of love and magic… 1001 nights of passion!” she laughed.
Scheherazade removed her fingers from his cock and untied the cord around the Sultan’s robe. She parted it to expose the smooth, brown skin of his chest and drew her painted fingernails across his flesh. She bent over him to take his engorged penis into her mouth and ran her lips up and down its shaft. His body twisted and jerked in ecstasy at the soft touch of her lips on his hard cock.
She removed her lips from his penis and let her silk gown slide onto the floor. Naked, she crouched over him, her cunt hovering invitingly over his crotch as the delicious orbs of her breasts hung over his face. She lowered herself onto him, taking the full length of his rod into her. She sat up and rotated her hips around his member, gradually bringing him to his climax. He moaned in pleasure as he came inside her.
She would seduce him and leave him begging for more. Every night he would crave to hear her mellifluous tones as they drew him into the web woven by her magical and erotic stories. Every night he would desire her touch and crave to have his cock swallowed up in her flesh.
She lay on the divan, her head resting on his chest, as she fondled his now flaccid, cock.
A few months of nights like these, with bewitching tales and seductive sex, and he was already captivated by her. She knew. She would avoid the executioner’s sword. Yes, she would rule as his Queen. She would make herself indispensable to him and then, unlike those innocent virgins, not only would she avoid death, but she would live to control him. She could see it already… it would take much less than 1001 nights before he belonged to her.
“The story, my Sultan?” Scheherazade murmured in the soft tones of post-coital bliss.
“Yes, my love. You must start your tale.”
She cupped his face in her hands and kissed him.
“Then I shall begin. If your highness will indulge me, I believe you will find the story of The Nemesis Bird instructive… and arousing. Listen to my tale and then, O mighty Sultan, pass your judgement on whether your humble wife and servant should die an unworthy wretch at the hand of the executioner’s sword or live to entertain your majesty another night.”
King Shahryar raised his hand and bid Scheherazade to begin her story.
Slave Nano is a writer of erotic stories with dark and exotic content in fantasy, paranormal or historical settings often drawing on the themes of female supremacy, bdsm and fetish but with a seam of quirky humour running through them as well. His short stories and novellas have been published by Xcite Books, House of Erotica, Forbidden Fiction, Coming Together and Greenwoman Publishing. His full length erotic novel, ‘Adventures in Fetishland’, a bdsm/fetish re-invention of Alice in Wonderland was published by Xcite Books. He has been known to dress up as a Fetish Hatter to promote his work.