The weighty red velvet curtains cast a heavy and gloomy pall over the semi-dark space of the prince's bedroom. However, those massive veils did not detract from the aristocratic and opulent yet desolate space of the room. Although, despite its magnificence, the room had a murky silhouette, not to mention, it reeked of debauchery and hedonism.
In the middle of such a vast yet horrendous chamber, the prince's giant king-size bed wasn’t a big deal indeed. Just another manifestation of opulent fate and an excuse for a prince to indulge.
His name was Raibod, the emblem youth of the Salar dynasty, brought up to render bliss and virtue to the vast land of Pars.
Raibod Salar, the youthful and striking prince, put his hands around the neck of one of the three beautiful harlot slaves who were dressed in revealing silk sleepwear, and then he buried his face between the girl's ample bosoms.
His other hand ran down the girl's undergarment, between her fine tender legs, causing her to react lustfully. His touch wandered intimately, eliciting eager, yet desperate moans.
Then he shook his head passionately and drowned among the girl’s breast, afterward vigorously biting and nibbling on her tits, bringing more noises out of her suddenly. The prince, amused by her appealing response, rewarded her justly, by putting his lips on her rosy lips. Next, he took it one step further and plunged his hot and obscene tongue into the girl's throat.
The weak and defeated whore moaned loudly yet in an inflamed muffled tone. Right after, the two other young and salacious girls who were in the bed with the prince took out their heads from under the plush blanket. The two secondary partners, not too far away from the already entangled couple, laughed happily, trying to participate in the action somehow. It was an all too familiar scene for the young man, yet he still knew how to manage to enjoy it to the fullest.
The salacious room was dripping with lustful ardor, thanks to three maidens. It was as if they wanted to make the prince's pleasure oven boil, but the young man's eyes were still soulless and dim. The more they tried harder, the more his lifeless face imposed.
His adorable façade was a blessing and a curse and could cause every girl to fall for him instantly. Not to mention his status as a prince made him irresistible, and the rest was much easier than you expect. His glistening emerald green eyes worked like a charm, but they were the most horrifying trap. No, actually, it was more like a pitfall, something mortifying, yet people mostly didn’t realize it until it was too late.
Prince Raibod abruptly disengaged his lips from the fleshy and feverish lips of the prostitute, tossing her onto the bed with such a detached urgency. His face was aflame, but the eyes were so cold and distant. His unsightly chilling disconnect was a contrast to the heated encounter in front of him, but he kept going regardless. like a man-whore robot, unable to communicate but eager to imitate real passion!
Then he threw himself on her and gave a commanding gesture to the other two girls with his eyes. The girls pulled the endless ivory furry fox skin blanket from under the prince's feet to his head and both joined him and the other unfortunate one.
Around the chamber, young slaves stood poised to serve, offering water, wine, and trays of fruits, sweets, and delicacies, ready to fulfill any whim. These well-trained palace servants were not allowed to even take a single step without their master's permission. They were ordered to stay silent, blind, and deaf in the face of it all, it was torment and abuse through and through.
Outside the lewd prince's bedroom, in the doorway, stood Lord Abrsam, the chief minister of the court, a stout old man with a dreadful complexion, trying to ignore the cries, and moans of the maids.
The young prince, Raibod, was the youngest yet the most vigorous and attractive among his older brothers. A significant political figure who was famously the model of piety and righteousness in the royal succession. But in reality, he was a prurient ferocious beast who would spend many midnights in his private secret bed chamber, entertaining and enjoying the company of maids and beautiful girls.
Lord Abrsam, who was tall with a persimmon-colored robe weighing heavily on his shoulders, turned away from the bedroom portals and walked towards the end of the crafted royal corridor. He seemed so in rage and unsettled and a sinister disappointment was unraveling.
The old minister kept walking toward the main entrance, like a downhearted parent unable to discipline the rebellious child. But as he was leaving the noisy bedroom, and his eyes met the supreme structure of the interior palace, his deminer became more and more frightening.
This section of the old pavilion, at the young prince's disposal, was itself a sanctuary of imperial history. After the royal family with the older sons moved to the newly built palace, the fierce Salar king gave this holy palace to his youngest son. A mansion fit for nobles and their peers, which made the situation more frustrating in the eyes of the old minister. The diligent old man fearing etiquette trampled over, couldn’t accept the prince's flagrant debaucheries any longer. And the notion of this consecrated setting tainted with the moans of dirty and worthless sluts in such a dreadful manner made him even more infuriated.
The foundations of the Salar dynasty were built here after all. Maybe it was an old palace and compared to the rest of the buildings owned by the royal family, it looked old and faded, but it still retained its grace and grandeur to this day. Every rug, chandelier, candelabra, vase, and the contents of the rooms were of extraordinary value, but more important than all of that was the history that weighed heavily on the shoulders of this kingly residence.
The elegant carvings and unparallel murals in the corridor that the minister was passing by were only a trifling yet undeniable sign of the antiquity and greatness of the royal family for generations.
Busts of past kings, with authority and pride, had been placed at every corner of the hall to intimidate any visitors even after their demise! Only a fool could ignore such a vast history and amazing accomplishments.
Even the curtains of the majestic corridor were designed in such a way that when passing by each bust, a significant light from the garden area can shine through and illuminate each statue perfectly. Everything was in order before the youngster moved in, and now the whole place was in shamble because of his lack of moral and sinful taste.
For one, the old Abrsam had ordered that all the curtains be drawn and that no one should step into the corridor because he did not want anyone to know about the young prince's nocturnal, sneaky indulgence. it was the last straw and the frantic minister was determined to find a way and discipline the mischievous prince somehow.
At the end of the palatial corridor, the main large double door made of teak wood was imposing. Two large senior officers of the royal guard, who were highly trusted by the chief minister, stood guard in front of the Entrance door with determined faces.
As the Chief Minister approached, they both stood on alert and sent a military salute to Lord Abrsam.
Abrsam looked around and asked immediately: "Is everything in order?"
One of the royal guard senior officers, who was a strong man with a scarred face from years of fighting in the battlefields, war scenes, and military front lines, said to the Chief Minister: "Yes, my lord! As long as I'm here, I won't let even a fly pass through this double door without permission. I also took the liberty to assign some of my men to monitor the exit doors as well"
The minister nodded in satisfaction: "Okay!"
He then put his hand on the guard officer's shoulder and brought his head close to his ear, whispering sternly: "The young prince's antics will continue until dawn. You’re to stay guard here as late as need to"
The officers both saluted, but the old minister continued his order with a commanding tone “You must bring the Excellency to my chamber after dawn. It’s of utmost importance that you do not neglect this task!”
He paused for a second, then finished his regards strong: “That being the case, you’re only supposed to do it with His Highness's consent! And make sure to be discreet as well!”
"As you wish my lord!”
"As you wish my lord!... Amm... my lord?"
The minister inquired: "What is it, soldier?"
"Amm... What shall we do with the girls?" asked the guard in a hesitant ominous tone.
The mundane minister immediately replied with grinding teeth: "Don't leave a trace”
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