Johniee was pulled out of the Sultan's chambers and toward the Harem. Passing them on the way was a beautiful woman clad translucent veils. She had a slim figure with a narrow waist. She had long black hair, large dark eyes, C breasts, and large full lips. The woman entered the chambers that Johniee left.
"Who is that one?" asked the sultry Jasmine
"She is not your concern. Just a new wife on the morrow." Smiled the Sultan while pulling Jasmine close.
She pointed to the torn clothes in the chamber. "Was she a wild cat that ripped her clothing apart?" she smiled.
"No, she just needed some convincing. She's very cooperative now." Said the Sultan while running his fingers through Jasmine's hair.
"With such a mighty Sultan there is no surprise. A wife? Why not a concubine Ol' wise one." Said Jasmine softly.
The Sultan moved Jasmine higher up on his lap and began kissing her. "She possesses a spark. A vitality. The kind of spirit I would want in a son."
Jasmine returned the Sultan's kisses, but passion was leaving her, being replaced by a slow burning anger. "I am the first wife. There is room in the Harem for her as my husband wishes." She said sternly.
"Be careful with your tone. First wife is by my decree, not your demand!" said the Sultan as he pinned her down and began to have his way with her.
Jasmine's anger was building as the Sultan's passion was building. He came to a crescendo within her, but her anger was unsatisfied.
"You have not done well tonight. I expect more passion back from a wife." Said the Sultan.
"Yes, husband, I am but a humble vessel for you. I am sorry I did not please you." Jasmine forced out in as nice a voice as she could muster.
"I didn't say I was not pleased. I merely said I expected more from you. Perhaps, number one will not be your place after the wedding? Now go." Said the Sultan dismissing Jasmine.
Jasmine contained her rage and went out the door. On the way out she picked up a piece of tattered piece of Johniee's clothing.
Leaving the chambers she headed down a winding corridor, down and down it wound. She was many floors below the dungeon when she spied the room she was looking for. She had made her way down to the wizard. She handed the wizard the cloth.
