Sheherazade moved uncomfortably on her pillows. The splendid and golden ornated furniture of the room met the design and luxury of her shackles.

'Yes, Mylord!' She bowed her head. 'But would you.. would grant me one wish?'

The prince tilted his head to one side. His eyes didn't tell a thing of what was going on under his scales. His huge hood was decorated with the finest jewelry, but it still stared at her like the living death. She wondered if the eyes on the hood were just paintings or original markings. Like a birthright, maybe...

Then the prince nodded, slightly. She would have missed it if she'd blinked, and with a brush of his tail-tip, he brushed the shackles off.

'It's magick!' she thought and rubbed her wrists and ankles. 'And he didn't even need to hear me speak, he just knew from my thoughts and eyes what I was going to wish for...'

'So. Now that you are feeling more comfortable... tell me how the story goes on.'

Sheherazade sighed and nodded, then she shrieked and jumped a bit as the prince's huge body slithered underneath her and lifted her up, gently but oh so powerfull... she shivered in anxiety and anticipation, but still it made her break out in sweat and lick her lips... The gazing look of his eyes tranquilized her and made her underestimate the Prince. The smooth and vivid movement of his tongue was the only thing that made her aware, that this huge, massive, muscular thing was able to move as quickly as thunder and lightening.

She stared at him in amazement and tried to make herself comfortable on his body as his tail-tip brushed gently and faintly over her veil.

'Tell me, Sheherazade.' His voice was a powerfull whisper from his thorat, and speaking didn't cause him to open his mouth nor did it stop the movement of his tonuge. She nodded, gathering her strength, forced herself to smile while her heart was beating fast and she was getting ...aroused?

'What is it that makes me tremble...' she thought. 'It isn't only fear, it's far more than that.'

And she rised her head but lowered her eyes and began to speak: 'Now, where did we stop yesterday, Mylord? Ah yes! At the oasis, right? So... '

And she told on and on the story how she had done for so many nights now. And she knew it wouldn't end this night, either. If the story would end, so would er life, decapitated in the yard of this palace, her pure blood decorating the blue pattern on the floor... So she went on and made up the story, trembling in fear but also feeling the heat of her heart and desires rising in her. Her well-shaped bottom rested on the cold skin of the prince's body... and she went on and on and on...

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one of my all time favourites. I wish I had a better scan of this but faith didn't meant me to have one. Was unable to scan it before the art show and the person who bought it scanned it and gave the file to me twice and both times, my hard drive crashed. :p That's the only two times a hard drive crashed on me in my life, btw! So I would love to have the scan, still, but somewhat don't dare to ask for it because maybe this will lead to a crashed harddrive again.

But... yeah, I would ask again if I still had the contact details of the buyer, but I do not.

colored pencil on bristol paper

2009