The Courtesan of Mandalay

Lexus, sighed as she looked at the third and final book. For, many hours, she stared at it, not entirely sure she wanted to read its contents. Already, the prior two books, had pulled at her very core. But, even as she wished not to know, the ending of this tale, she picked the book up, opening the cover. The first thing that struck her, was the writing was different from the others... this one had not been written by the previous author.


Kacinda's Story

It was close to midnight, when they finally broke down the door to that room. Three days had passed; since Bleu locked herself in it. My mother was furious, ready to strap the girl, for her insolence. But what we found inside made me thoroughly sick. Beautiful Bleu lay in a pool of her own blood, having taken the very life from her body. The tears stung my cheeks, as I knelt beside her. I didn’t understand, why she would have wished to have done this, but what did it matter? It didn’t... not anymore. Later that night, after her body had been taken away, I sat in the middle of the floor of which she died. Taking in the very last things that she had seen. It was then, that I noticed the two books, slipped beneath a dresser... No one would have been able to see them unless they were sitting as I was. Those books are the same that you just read, if you read them in order. And perhaps, you are feeling the very same as I did. I was only slightly mentioned in those books, but yet, Bleu... no...no.. Samantha... was my best friend, and this... this is the last thing that I owe her. Now even, as I write this, I look over at the most important person in my life, and perhaps if it wasn’t for Samantha... I would not have known him.

Soon, after Samantha's death, I left Mandalay for Samantha's homeland, to bring her body back to her Family. A place called Tyran's Cove, I was perhaps feeling the very same way that Samantha did when she came to Mandalay, but I can only assume. Much to my surprise, it was easy for me to find her family. They were well known within this region, Samantha's Grandfather was King. A great man, by the name of Shaytan. Her mother, well loved and respected was the Lady Jadessa. I was received with open arms, her Family eager to know the news of her. However, my news would bring them great pain, and a time of mourning. During this time, many rulers of neighboring lands came to pay their respects to the noble family. I had made plans to leave soon after, but the enchanting land of Tyran, made me stay. I soon fell into old habits, taking up as a Courtesan there. It was nothing that I was ever ashamed of, I knew no other life. And these people here, they astounded me with their own. I had taken, a villa near the southern cliffs of the Cove, and was living there, when I was invited to a party, honoring Queen Gabreille's birthday, it was to announce that the time of mourning had ended. That was the night that I met Lord Xoran, and my life as I knew it changed.

I was standing on the outskirts of the crowd, nearest the veranda, sipping at my glass of wine, when I see this Man, looking at me, from across the room. How could I describe him? He was so very tall, masculine in every way. Wavy, unkempt hair, that feels across his brow, shadowing deep set blue eyes. The mere sight of him ran tingles down my spine. With grace, I bowed my head to him, and then turned walking away from the crowd. Knowing, full well that he would follow me. The night wind, was sweeping up from the ocean, its waves pounding below upon the cliffs, giving off such a nice cool breeze, that made my nipples tweak through the crimson sheer gown that I wore. I heard his footsteps behind me, and then the voice that accompanied them.

"Lady De`Medici, I presume?" his voice thick and arrogant. Without, turning, I laughed... "You presume, correct M'Lord." I could feel the wind, blowing about my gown, feeling the very ends of it, tickling across the back of my knees.. Slowly, I turned to face him... "Does, M'Lord have a name?"

"Xoran...” He stated in finality... "Of Terra...” His eyes bore into my very soul, leaving me slightly breathless. I had been around many a Lord, and their arrogant and precise needs. But this Man, he was something entirely different... Dark, brooding, mysterious... all those words, wrapped into one. For a moment, I felt like a giddy child, and it took me a few altered seconds, to regain my bearings. With a low cursty.. "M'Lord Xoran.. " My eyes then looking to him, once again. "Lady De`Medici, I tire of such parties, would you accompany me back to my Villa? I would enjoy the company of such a divine beauty... “Of course, I knew right off, what he was wanting...”Yes, M'Lord Xoran, I would be delighted... “

Inside the carriage, I sat so very close to him that I could smell the scent that he embodied. But never once, did he touch me. I thought I would go mad, with lust for this man; I enjoyed pleasures of the flesh...perhaps a bit too much... Once, inside his Villa, he took my wrap, escorting me to the fire, where a bear skinned rug had been laid out upon the marble floor before it. "What is your name, my dear? I do believe it would be easier, to call you by something else, other than formalities. "I grinned. "Kacinda... And do you mind if I call you, Xoran?" Of course he didn’t, he only gave me a smile with a nod of his head. "Now then, Kacinda…Do you play chess?" This was not the question that I was expecting to hear, I was slightly at a loss for words. "Yes, I do…" I lied; I had never played the game. "Good…" He spoke, turning from me. He walked across the room, taking something from a bar area…It was box, along with a bottle of wine. Placing both down in front of me, he removed his clothing, down to where he was comfortable. Leaving, only his pants, and giving me his bare chest to salivate over. Carefully, he opened the box, exposing a chess board along with the figurines that went with it. "Kacinda, are you enjoying your time in Tyran?" He spoke, setting the game up. "Yes, I have so far...” I spoke, becoming nervous that I would actually have to play this game. "Tyran, can be a interesting place. My Sister, The Lady Angelina is married to the King's Son Tarasani. That is why I was invited…" Once the board was set, he leaned back, placing his hands upon his knees... "You may move first… "He spoke again, indicating with a finger towards the board.”Oh... Umm... Yes, move... "I lowered my eyes down to the blasted board in front of me, wondering what I was supposed to do... Slowly, I picked up a front piece, moving it one space... Then he did the same... "Go again, dear...” Speaking softly to me. So then again, I moved another space. Nervous hands, moving back to my lap, leaning forward to display the soft swell of my breasts, hoping that he would take notice of them instead of the game. It was all in vain, he didn’t even look at them! Finally, I was in trouble... I didn’t know where to move on the board, and seeing that my flirting was not getting anywhere, I came clean... "Xoran... I lied; I do not know how to play chess... “He laughed such a deep hearty sound.”I figured as much, from the way you were playing... Here, I shall teach you... “Over, the next couple hours, Xoran tried to teach me that awful game, but it was useless... I could not keep my concentration about me. As the hours, grew into the early morning, I had pretty much given up any hope of bedding this man. Finally... "Xoran, it is late, I do believe I shall be getting home now." He looked at me, for a long brooding moment, and then spoke. "Kacinda... It is very late, shall you stay the night?" He paused. "I know what it is you are, and I shall pay you for the evening...” At last! We are getting somewhere, I smiled... "Well of course, Xoran... I shall stay... “I was about to stand up, but he made it before me. Scooping me then up into his arms, he walked towards his chambers...

"I shall let you stay in my chambers, this night... It is more comfortable there. “My nails, were dancing along his jaw line, I could hardly control my desire for him...”Yes, I am sure it will be, Xoran... “I whispered into his ear... Finally, we reached our destination; he laid me out upon his bed... then backed away... "Now sleep, my dear...” He turned to walk away... What was this? He is leaving!? "Xoran?!" I called, he stopping to look at me... "But are you not going to ...” I paused, lowering my voice... “Sleep here as well?" A careful shake of his head... “No... My dear, I will sleep elsewhere.. “Damn it! I thought I was getting somewhere... “I see... But... will you at least stay until I fall asleep?" My devious mind, was working over time. With a nod of his head, he returned, taking a seat next to the bed. I watched him carefully, then slowly I slipped the gown I was wearing from my body, hoping that the site of my nakedness would entice him further... He merely... looked... away... "Shall be cold tonight, get under the spreads...” He spoke... I am sure I grumbled, but like a scolded child, I pulled the soft down spread over my body. I had not yet given up! After a while, of silence, I acted as if I was asleep... Moving around, slightly in the bed, just enough that the covers would come off my body... hoping to give him an eye ful of my charms. The cool breeze, from an open window, was working on my side, making my nipples stiffen in all their glory. I could hear his breathing, becoming more labored, and through half lidded eyes, I could see him... He was looking at me. Another slight sleep ridden move, and the covers where only covering one of my legs, just below the knee.. He then whispered, talking to himself... "Get a grip on yourself... you can not take her, she is but a child...” A Child?!! I am 20 years old! I wanted to scream out, at him... But of course, I continued my masquerade. Making soft moaning noises, in my pretended sleep... One of my hands, moving out slightly upon my stomach. Before I knew it, I felt the bed move beneath me, and his breath warm against my skin. "So beautiful...” He whispered... "So ... innocent...” I wanted to protest.. but still, I lay in a false sleep.. His breath moved out over my skin, the only thing that was touching me, and I savored it.. Upon my nipples, his lips came within inches of them, and when that happen, I moved again. His lips, touching the stiff peak, for only a second before he drew back. Leaving me, with a aching need. And then suddenly, he was no longer near me.. "Damn it Man! Leave her; go to your room... “He was talking to himself...”Let her sleep, and then be done with her in the morning... “I had just about had it, when I heard him close the door... He was gone... My eyes opened wide, and I let out a groan... Needless to say, I spent the next hour pleasuring myself...

The next morning, when I awoke... I redressed, and then went out looking for Xoran. Having it in my head, I would have this Man or it would kill me... I found him, taking his breakfast outside. "Ahh! My dear, did you sleep well?" He boasted, holding up a glass of juice... I lost my nerve... "Yes, Xoran, I did... It was quite... chilly last eve, as you said... “He gave a simple nod, then turned back to his plate. "Kacinda, I have must business to attend to this day... but tonight...” He ate a few bites,.. "I wish to have your company again...” I was furious... My company? He wished someone to talk to, not bed. “But, M'Lord.. It shall... “He cut me off...”Yes, I know, I shall pay... “He stood, kissing my cheek...”I shall not take no for an answer... Good day... “Then walked away. I stood there, my blood boiling... I could not believe, that I would once again, be teased, or so I thought. With another night of ‘talking’... But I had no choice, it was money... Besides, by now I was determined.

I had no way of returning to my own villa, for the carriage had been taken when He left, so I was left there. I took the time, however to do a bit of snooping. I found out from the servants, after a bit of persuading... that Xoran, had not had any guests since his arrival in Tyran. And that, he was supposed to leave this day, but decided this morning that he would stay until further called away to his home. Hmm... Interesting, could he have changed his plans on account of me? I almost hoped so. It was very late in the eve, when he returned. Needless to say, I was furious. I am not the sort of girl, who likes to stay home and have nothing to do. I was sitting near the fire, when he walked in the room. "Did you have a good day, my dear?" He spoke, coming next to me. "Yes...” I managed to speak through gritted teeth. "I have something from you...” He placed a package down into my lap. "I knew that you didn’t have any clothing other than what you arrived with, so I took it upon myself to get you a new garment to wear while you are here." I lofted a brow, and then slowly opened the package. It was a beautiful gown, to say the least... but it looked more for lounging than for an evening with company. In fact, I would have said, it was a night gown... "It is nice, thank you, Xoran...” A thought came to my mind... "Do you mind if I bathe first, before I put it on and begin our evening?" I asked, looking up at him. Something dark registered in his eyes... "Yes, that would be fine... Come I shall show you the bath." Rising I followed him. Once at the bath, he drew the water, steam rising from it. While he was doing this, I took the opportunity to get myself naked once again, hoping that a refresher would get him in a more suitable mood for my plans. "Here, the water is warm and I added a bit of ...” He turned, seeing me nude standing so very close to him... He swallowed then spoke again... “Fragrance to the water...” He turned quickly, and moved past me, leaving me alone in the bath. A couple seconds later, I could hear a piano playing... he was playing it, when he could be playing my body! I felt defeated... Finally, I took to the bath, indeed it was nice... after a while of soaking and then cleansing, I got out. Dressing, and then went in search of the piano player. I found him quickly, he was not very far from where I had been bathing, and much to my delight as I turned, a mirrored wall, reflected into the bath area... He had been watching me, the devil! I let this go, thinking my defeat was not yet claimed. He rose, when I entered, coming to my side almost immediately. "Now then, shall we go out onto the veranda? The night is beautiful, many stars to gaze at... “He took my arm within his, and led me outside. Finally, I had had enough... "Xoran? Why have you not bedded me yet?" I asked, looking up at him. Perhaps, my question was not a shock, as he turned to look at me... "Kacinda... You are too young... I do not agree with what it is you do... I don’t wish to bed you... “I was taken aback... Anger rising. "Then why, am I here? You said you would pay me? I do get paid to sleep with Men!" I stepped back away from him... "I am leaving! Call your carriage to take me home, now!" I turned to walk away from him, but he caught my arm. "No! You will stay... Kacinda.. I did not mean to offend you... Myself, I don’t know why I can not bring myself to bed you... I have had many women, some taken by force... but you... I can not do... “I felt as if something was wrong with me, this has never happened! My eyes, narrowing as I looked at him.. "Save your money, Xoran..” I whispered pulling away. He let go, turning away from me. I in turn, walked back inside the villa, grabbing my gown, then heading for the entry way. He met me there.

A dark look crossed his face as he looked at me. He was as enraged, as I was. "Get out of my way, I told you I was leaving!" I tried to pass him, but he stood stone still in his place. "Is this what you want, Kacinda?" He spoke in a flat tone, but it rang in my ears, when I felt his hand contact with my face. It wasnt a hard slap, but enough to knock some sense into someone. "You wish me to take you?" I felt his hands move onto my arms, raising me off the ground, for my back to then hit upon the wall. Those same hands, tearing the flimsy material from my body. I was too shocked to even speak, or react for this matter. "Take you hard? Yes, that is what you want, isn’t it... Like this?" His mouth beat down upon the flesh of my lips. Kissing me with a fierce hunger, his tongue invading the recesses of my mouth. My own desire, still fresh from his toying the previous night, taking hold as I returned his kisses in need. "Yes, Xoran!" I whispered out, when he drew his mouth to my neck. Those strong hands, reaching up to cup and squeeze the soft flesh of my breasts. So hard, he did this that I thought I would scream. My own hands, reaching down to free his cock from the confines of his pants. Finding it pulsing with life, rigid upon the contact of my fingers. Hoisting myself up, my long slender legs rose around his waist, in the throes of passion. "Fill me, Xoran!" I screamed my need to him, he in turn slamming my back even harder against the wall. I felt the head of his cock, seeing passageway into my cunt, before I even knew what was happening. He was hilt deep inside me, starting to thrust back only to piston forward once again. It was brutal, the way he took me. My cunt, stretching and pulling around his throbbing cock, letting it sink deep into my belly. With each piston of his hips, I was screaming for more. I had never, once been taken in such a wild passionate way. Rough Sex, I was no stranger to... but this... it was something different. It quenched me, like no other had. He had a hold of my hair, pulling my head back to display the flesh of my throat, that his mouth laid claim to, I became his rag doll, for those moments of lust, I was his. Even my soul was his; I wanted to feel him ripping into me, telling me just how much he needed me. And when it was over, I was left wanting more. He dropped me, letting me slide down the wall into a heaving mess.. My eyes, coming to look at him... as he turned away... "Forgive me...” He whispered.. It took several seconds, before I realized what was going on, and what he had spoken... And when I stood, I followed him... I could still taste him upon my lips, he was a like wine... that made me drunk... Drunk with lust...

"That should have never happened!" He yelled out at me, his face in his hands... "Why do I feel so guilty!?" I couldnt understand, anything of which he was saying... I was so very confused.."You are married, arent you?" I whispered... "It is not that! You are an innocent!" He rang out again... "Look at me, Xoran.. Is this the body of someone who is innocent?" I stood before him, making him look at me... "I am a Woman... just as you are a Man...” He shook his head.. " A Man old enough to be your Father!" He yelled back... I climbed upon his lap, looking him dead in the eyes... "You are a skilled lover; your age makes me want you more...” I whispered, kissing across his lips... "Kacinda! Stop it... “He took my hands into his, pulling me away from him...”So beautiful... Temptress... “He whispered... I fought back, to claim his lips once more. He gave up his fight, kissing me with the same amount of passion that I poured into his kiss...

That night, and the following nights after... I had never experienced such love making. Xoran, turned to be a skillful lover, and with him, I felt things of which I had never felt before. I felt, as if he was my equal. As the months, went by, I stayed in the company of this man. And soon, I come to realize, exactly what it was that Samantha had felt for her Tristan. To me, love was something that I had never felt, nor could I ever have... But with this Man, I could. Xoran, however, was married... though, he didn’t love her, and it was a political marriage. And so I became his concubine... He lavished everything I could ever want upon me, and in time, I gave him two children... a son and a daughter. And when the time came, he would leave me to return to Terra, but I would know that he would be back as soon as he could. My Mother, would not have allowed this, never stay for love.. I knew it then and I know it now. But, if not for myself... then for Samantha... This Man, that lays beside me now, my Xoran.. I love him... and he shall never be taken away from me, the way Tristan was taken from Samantha. If you ever find love, just once within your lifetime, never let it go... for you may never find it again... Who said... whores could never love?