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Cayden ~ The First, Part I
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The Countess' Harem Prelude
The Countess's HaremPreludeI have been in her care for so many years that I have lost count. She is beautiful, she is demure, she is timeless.She is everything a woman of the classic world should be.And I love her.We all do, in fact. All of us who serve her. We all love her with an unbridled passion that could simply break the universe barriers if it were allowed and capable. Physics and mere scientific law could never break the spell we are under with this gorgeous leader.Her mind is sharp.Her face is perfectly contoured and shaped.Her breath is that of rose petals.Her voice, ah, her voice. She can talk the devil himself up from hell and make him turn his ways to God if she wanted to.She is beautiful, intelligent.
The Countess' Harem The Gala
“She'll be here, I swear by it!”My sister is so encourageable. I don't know when's the last time I went to a gala. But I knew from the start, this was the party of the year. I couldn't help but know it. My sweet loving sister told me over and over from the time she asked me to attend with her. “It's going to be the party to start and stop all parties in one!”And, until that night, I would have disagreed with her until I was blue in the face.“Wyatt, you're just as handsome as ever!” I heard a voice call out.“Oh my, is that Wyatt?” came another.They were all around me. Women of the debutante circle. Dressed to impress, single and ready to pounce. Each was there for their own ambition, pride and justice for whatever last husband or boyfriend couldn't provide.Sequins and hair pieces danced across the ro
The Countess' Harem She
She was the most beautiful creature anyone in that room could have ever laid their eyes on. A waist to die for, curved out like a perfect hour glass, with skin as porcelain as the dolls that came right out of a story book. Her hair was a flowing sea of auburn that reminded me of the leaves in fall. Her makeup was on point, and to the naked eye, done precisely by a professional.That night she wore a very bewitching gown of gold sequins. As it fell upon her skin, it hugged every cranny that it possibly get in touch with on her. The sleeves were capped wit h tassels hanging from both sides. The dress opened at the bottom flowing outward to allow her legs room to walk.The ballroom lights slowly came back up, but not at the full blast they had been as she made her entrance. She gracefully walked down the stairs into the room and I noticed something peculiar. For a woman who was known only to me as the “Countess,” and her obvious wealth, she was not surrounded
The Countess' Harem The Lights of the Party
I didn't understand what was happening. The room grew louder, and then silenced on a dime. The room grew brighter, and just as quickly as it had silenced, the room was pitch black.I could see nothing. Her, myself, my own hand in front of my face.It was almost like I had died.But I knew I wasn't dead. I could feel my pulse. I checked my throat anyway, and there it was, constant, dependable, thumping to its own rhythm.I didn't dare try to spin around. I've seen way to many movies for that kind of nonsense. I was already confused, and not being able to find my way would have just made things worse. I could hear something in the darkness, a voice, I thought, maybe?“Don't..........move.” It said to me.Don't move? Was I standing to close to an edge? Was there a spider on me?“What?” I calmly whispered back, although I am very certain that the anxiety rose in my voice.“Don't..........move,” t
The Countess' Harem Being Chosen
Sheila and I sat in silence for a long time. It was she who finally broke and asked me about the heritage in the room. I had been walking around, studying the paintings. Very old, very worn, their edges had begun to show signs of aging. I was sure that the wallpaper had been discontinued in the 1800s, but with technology these days, I knew I could seriously be mistaken as well.What interested me the most was the Babylonian Map hanging in the room. It was stitched tapestry rather than a painting, and it covered almost the entire wall.It was also the one Sheila had asked me about.“It's known as the Babylonian Map. It's actual name is the Imago Mundi, and it dates back to somewhere around 700 to 500 B.C. The original was found in Iraq, but I think the real painting is on display at a museum in London now.”“Really? So, people knew about the continents before Magellan?”“Sheila, you have to remember that after the fall
The Countess' Harem The Chosen Wyatt
Her hips swayed back and forth like a lazy pendulum and the end of a Newton's cradle. Her hair moved with her, brushing across her back and her shoulders. Her footsteps were soft, unwilling to go faster than what they were, almost completely inaudible.And I couldn't take my eyes off of her.Sheila walked a step behind the Countess as if she were the Queen of England herself. She followed her, listening carefully to every word the Countess spoke. It wasn't until the Countess turned to look at me that I realized I hadn't heard a word she had said this whole time.“What do you think, Wyatt?”I snapped back to reality. “I'm sorry. I've been taking in, well, everything. This place is like one giant museum after another.”“Yes,” she said, smiling big. It was the first time I saw her teeth in a full smile. They were brilliantly bright, unscathed by wine, smoke or nicotine. It took my breath away.“Now, it
The Countess' Harem Wyatt's Decision
This wasn't your average apartment. It was a house within a house. Everywhere you looked, history lined its walls.Paintings of the American Civil War lined around one room. In another, the Renaissance. The kitchen had a wood burning stove rather than a conventional, and the sink was a pump arm rather than a straight pull tap. I was giddy with the sight, my dreams unfolding in front of my eyes. I couldn't help but sit down, the sights making my head spin so much that I felt nauseous.I realized I had taken a seat in none other than a couch pulled straight out of the 1920s. It was straight-backed, with its tan velvet delicately restored. The deep colored wooden frame accented it well, with gold embellishments on every corner and foot.It was then that I noticed the Oriental rugs and room separators. The rugs were specifically chosen for the room, a balance of blues and browns that evened out the entire space. The separators were hand embroidered with Chinese lili
The Countess' Harem Sheila, the Huntress
Sheila's POV:I kept my eyes shut as long as I could. My hear twas racing. I could feel every hair on my arms standing on end in excitement. Finally, the one dream. I had studied The Countess for years. I knew her backstory, I knew her financial history. I was pretty sure I knew more about her than anyone in the world could know besides she herself.But, I wasn't fully prepared for what lie beyond that glorious beveled door. It was like opening a gilded cage, with the most beautiful of sing song birds waiting to explode from it. I almost couldn't hold in my anticipation.I felt a hand at the small of my back, pushing ever so slightly. I was being led in. I wanted to turn my head and look at Wyatt. I was hoping that he had the same excitement as I did. But, I dared not disobey her orders. Cover your eyes, she had told me. I didn't want to change a thing. The thrill was so much, and I knew what I was getting into.“Open your eye
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- The Countess' Harem Wyatt's Decision
- The Countess' Harem The Chosen Wyatt
- The Countess' Harem Being Chosen
- The Countess' Harem The Lights of the Party
- The Countess' Harem She
