1001 Erotic Nights

By Alana Melos

An erotic retelling of the classic, 1001 Arabian Nights....

When the Sultan finds his wife in the arms of another man, he executes her, beginning a brutal domination of the virgin women in his kingdom. Only beautiful, wanton, and wise Scheherazade knows how to stop his wicked ways... by turning the tables on him and dominating the Sultan.

This erotic novella is for mature audiences and contains m/f, ffm menage, voyeurism & masturbation, bdsm (bondage, domination, submission of both femdom and maledom varieties), and is 34,000+ words, jam-packed full of hot erotic tales.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Alana Melos
• Release date: Jun 27, 2015
• ISBN: 9781370657391

Alana Melos

ALANA MELOS is a struggling author who found out writing erotica gave her much more freedom in writing than when she wrote the "serious" literary stuff. Since this discovery, she's endeavored to write the very best interesting, weird, plot-driven, and hot erotica she can. She sincerely hopes to just entertain people, whether they read for the plot, the weird factor, or the racy factor. Along with her loving husband, she lives with a crazy cat. If you want to stay updated on new releases, please sign up for my mailing list at http://eepurl.com/cfQK35

Book preview

Once upon a time, there lived a Sultan in a far away land. He ruled over his people with a kind and understanding hand. The reason for his happiness was his beautiful wife, whom he loved and adored with all of his heart. By day, they ruled together in peace, and by night, they made love with the heat of a thousand suns.

Being a ruler, the Sultan often had to travel away from his land to treat with neighboring kingdoms for various treaties. The only thought which made it bearable to leave his beautiful wife was seeing her again upon his return. One day, upon the day of his return, he thought to surprise his wife in their bedroom, where she was napping away the hottest part of the day. He bade all servants and guards to keep his arrival a secret, and when he entered their bedchamber in stealth, he was quite shocked to find his wife sucking the cock of another man.

The Sultan hid himself, and the two never looked up, so absorbed in their activity. The Sultan watched as his wife’s ruby red lips bobbed up and down on the man’s shaft. She would stop, and lick him, slowly and sensuously, her tongue swirling around the cock. Then, she would envelope the head once more, and suck in earnest. The Sultan’s own cock stiffened as he watched, knowing how good of a cocksucker she was. He felt both aroused and enraged, and tried to school himself to calmness. ‘Perhaps,’ he thought to himself, ‘she is just sucking his cock. Surely she will not lay with him, for she is my wife and she would never be unfaithful like that!’

The Sultan watched as the Sultana stopped her oral work on the man, and crawled up his prone body. She rubbed her breasts along the stranger’s hard body, and they kissed as she positioned her pussy over the man’s cock, rubbing herself along it. He watched in horror and anticipation both, stroking his own cock as he watched her lower herself slowly upon the man, taking him inside of her. The Sultan heard his wife moan in ecstasy, and gasp to the stranger, ‘Oh, my love!’ That she called him ‘her love’ was even more of an insult to the Sultan, who had loved his wife deeply. The man put his hands on the Sultana’s hips, and drove her up and down, moaning himself, saying words of love and adoration. He leaned up and kissed the Sultana’s nipples, which stood straight and erect as she orgasmed around his cock.

The stranger was not done there, though. When she seemed spent, he kissed her ruby red lips, and shifted her, so that he was on top. Spreading the Sultana’s legs wide, he began moving again. The Sultan could just imagine his wife’s wet and now tight pussy, and he stroked his cock even as he wept tears of regret that he would never feel that wonderful tightness again. With tender slowness, the Sultana’s lover moved, being ever careful of the Sultana herself but obviously taking his pleasure from her luscious body. With increasing speed, the lover thrust, trying to work the Sultana up again. In the end, he could not hold out, nor could the Sultan. With a last cry of love and a last cry of anguish, both of the men came, one spilling his seed within the wife of the Sultan, and the Sultan himself spilling his seed onto the floor.

They were not done, but the Sultan had seen enough. He crept out carefully, and ordered his guards to seize them both. He had them both executed the next day, the lover first, then his once-beloved wife. The Sultana screamed in rage and pain as she watched her lover die, and cursed him. ‘A curse upon my husband!’ she screamed. ‘A curse upon his marriage bed, and a curse upon his kingdom!’

His heart broken, the Sultan grieved for a hundred days and a hundred nights, until his most trusted advisor, the vizier, told him he needed to remarry. Though he had loved his wife and made love to his wife often, they had never had a child together. ‘A king needs an heir,’ the vizier said. But how? How could the Sultan ever lay with a woman again and know beyond all doubt her child was his? All women became one in his mind, and that woman was his Sultana, who had broken his heart.

The Sultan thought over the vizier’s words, and the next day approached his advisor. ‘I will marry again,’ he told the vizier, ‘but only to a virgin, whom I know for certain will have known no man but me.’ The vizier smiled, and went to make arrangements with one of the noble families in town, which would make a strong alliance for the Sultan.

The virgin who was chosen by the vizier was a remarkable beauty indeed. Her hair was the color of copper, and her eyes the color of emeralds. The Sultan smiled in pleasure and thanked the vizier and her parents. He wed his bride the very day he met her, giving her the sweetest of all kisses possible at their ceremony, promising his love and devotion until death did them part. The young lady, who was properly chaste, blushed under the attention, pleased to have been a good match for their ruler.

Both of them looked forward to the wedding night, and the new Sultana took her time to make sure she was beautiful for her husband, even though she felt nervous as any maiden might. The Sultan entered their bedroom where she waited, and gazed upon her beauty. ‘Truly,’ said he, ‘I am blessed to have such a beautiful and innocent wife.’ When she blushed, he gestured to her, ‘Come and help your husband disrobe, my wife.’

The Sultana did so, standing up and approaching her husband with eagerness. As she unclothed him, she saw that he was heavily muscled and lean. Though they ruled a peaceful country, the Sultan made sure to always take care of himself, and never to fall prey to indolence. As a result, he was muscled like any maiden’s fantasy, and where her hands touched him, she could feel his skin was smooth and firm, almost silky to the touch. ‘You are so handsome, my husband!’ she cried in admiration.

He stood before her naked, and as she had disrobed him, so he disrobed her taking the time with the silken dress, unveiling each part of her body, and kissing it softly. Where he was strong and firm, she was curvy and soft. ‘Ah, how beautiful,’ he murmured as he kissed her breasts, cupping them, and teasing his thumbs over the nipples. She sighed in pleasure, and he moved to her legs. ‘Ah, how long and luscious,’ he murmured, kissing her legs from her ankles to her thighs. ‘Ah, how warm and wet,’ he murmured, spreading her legs to access her pussy. He slid a finger along the length of it, then kissed the hair.

At her husband’s urging, the Sultana lay down upon their bed, and he crawled to her. He opened her legs gently, and kissed her clitoris. She shivered in surprise and pleasure. The Sultan kissed it again, then licked, slowly and carefully, tracing the nub of her pleasure with his tongue. Once she relaxed--for she was new to this--he began to lick in earnest with slow, long licks, tasting her completely. ‘Oh!’ she exclaimed, shivering with pleasure. ‘More of that… please, my husband….’

The Sultan obliged her, and licked her pussy. He picked up his pace, until he was lashing her clit gently with his tongue, working his new wife into a frenzy of lust until she came, crying out her pleasure.

When she  was done, her chest heaving with exertion, the Sultan crawled up her body, and kissed her sweetly. ‘Now, my wife, I want you to do the same for me,’ he said, kissing her neck. The Sultana nodded her head bashfully, wanting to please her husband as much as he had pleased her.

The Sultan reclined back upon their bed, his cock already hard from pleasuring his wife and hearing her sighs and moans. His wife had never seen a man’s cock before, and hesitantly she touched it, judging it to be firm yet soft, as if it was iron cloaked in silk. She watched him as she ran her gentle hands over his shaft, caressing and squeezing him. When he let out his first gasp, she smiled, knowing that she was making him feel that way. This caused her desire to begin to come to life again, wanting to make this make want her.

The Sultan did not give her any orders, but let her come to the conclusion on her own to lick him. She bent over his cock, and gently licked the head. At the contact, he moaned loudly, and his hips thrust up slightly, so that the head of his cock nudged into her mouth. She suckled on the head lightly, then withdrew to lick the shaft. His hands brushed her hair out of the way. ‘Continue to lick, my dove,’ said the Sultan. ‘But then slide your mouth over… see how much you can take.’

The Sultana obeyed her husband and licked the shaft and head of his cock until he was wet and her hands slid over his cock with little resistance. After that, she began to swallow his shaft, suckling first the head, then more and more as she went down. His hands held her head still for a moment, and he thrust into her mouth, then withdrew, and thrust into it again, rocking back and forth slowly as he groaned his pleasure.

When he let her go and merely stroked her hair, she had a better idea of what he wanted now, and alternated between licking and sucking. Even though he was hard already, she could feel him getting harder and harder, until he begged, ‘Enough, enough, oh beautiful flower! Any more and I will burst!’ The Sultana withdrew, blushing brightly… but not with embarrassment. She blushed from desire and lust, wanting to continue to suck him or for him to lick her. She writhed herself in pleasure, and as he sat up to kiss his wife, he nudged her this way and that, until she writhed underneath him. He took his hard cock in hand and rubbed it against her, feeling her wetness as she gasped and cooed at the contact.

     ‘Oh my wife,’ he said, in between kissing her nipples, teasing them with his mouth, ‘do you want me inside of you?’

     ‘Yes, husband!’ she replied, both in duty and desire.

     ‘Do you want me to fuck you, my most beautiful Queen, and make you come with my cock as well as my tongue?’

The mere thought of it drove her crazy so wound tightly with desire was she. ‘Yes!’ she cried. ‘Please, please make me come!’ She arched her back up as he bit lightly on a nipple, moaning, and trying to get him inside of her.

     ‘Your wish is my command,’ he said. He slid his cock down to the entrance of her cunt, and slowly inched himself inside, knowing that she was a virgin and unused to the feeling. The Sultana gasped and rocked against him, feeling full. It was not unpleasant, though as her hymen broke, there was a small pinch, then it was gone, barely even noticed. The Sultan took the lead, and asked her questions about how it felt, about where he should be. The Sultana kept blushing, but answered him, and soon he found a good spot, one which made  her gasp every time the head