Trista crept into Jarrod’s room making sure all the ladies where gone. Smelling sex in the air she opened the balcony windows and let the long black green curtains flutter in the wind. With the windows opened more light was able to shine onto the massive bed. Trista blinked at the sweat sleeked sight of Jarrod. Oh, but he was magnificent, she thought admiringly. Not really paying attention to her actions, she walked toward the bed and lifted of the covers from his gorgeous muscled body.

Trista sighed with pleasure and a little envy. The 13 women where real lucky to get a chance at him. What a man! She thought in wonder. All hard and wet, smelling of untold pleasure. Sighing wistfully she ran her left hand from his face down to his feet. She touched every part of him not missing an inch. When she was done she finally noticed his burgeoning manhood thrusting uncontrollably into the cool air.

“Shit” she whispered. What did those blasted women do. The poor baby she thought pityingly. How could she help him? This was not a good state a man should be left in, she thought hurriedly. Biting her lip she paced a little next to the bed. Jarrod gave a pitiful moan and that decided her. Thank the Gods of Rajja, her homeland, that it was night.

Climbing up onto the bed without making it shift was no problem. Trista crawled lazily on hands and knees to reach his glistening erection. A taste wont hurt and it will help him, her mind reasoned. Just a tiny lick nothing more. It would not hurt her mind whispered persuasively. Trista nodded her head in agreement with herself.

It was dark everyone was asleep. A taste would not hurt at all. Trista kissed the tip of his rod and watched it move below her face. It was begging her she thought and smiled. He was so cute up close. A lick won’t hurt her mind told her. Easing between his legs with not a shift of cloth or any other noise to give her away, Trista proceeded to taste Jarrod by kissing his balls and sucking them into her mouth. After she was satisfied she ran her tong up and down his long and throbbing staff. When she was done kissing and licking his erection, she took him whole inside her opening. Her tong and lips rolled and sucked his root dry until it was spent and still.

Letting go of his penis Trista sighed in satisfaction. Then she blinked her eyes cursed silently at her stupidity and left the room. Not a cloth was stirred by her movement. The only thing heard was a deep male purr of contentment, release, and relief coming from the bed.

Forty eight hours later Jarrod groggily woke up out of his deep and peaceful sleep. He stretched his arm muscles then abdomen. Looking to his right as he sat up he noticed the window was opened with sunlight streaming in. Shrugging his shoulders he went to take a bath, not noticing that his servants where missing.

As he let the warm water fully wake him up he took stock of himself. Holding onto the shower he kept himself from falling as the thought drifted through his mind. His mouth almost hung open as he realized he was not hungry for any carnal pleasure. He was content in all his 34 years of life. This was the first time he was sated beyond belief. What happened? He asked himself silently. It was not the 13 lovely ladies because, he clearly remembered his feelings after six hours of love making. If it was not them then what, he wondered as he finished his shower.

Putting on a gold shirt with black trimming and black pants with gold evident on the pant legs he remembered the dream, just as he zipped up the zipper on his pants. “Bloody hell” he cursed quietly. That dream was a telling of the future. He knew his family possessed such a gift, but he had not experienced it sense his boyhood days when it saved his then worthless hide.

Running a hand through his still wet dirty blonde hair he muttered to himself. What could it all mean. This jail vacation was turning out to be hell rather then heaven after all. The rest of his thoughts where closed off for later perusal, as the nock on the door registered to his senses.

“Come in” he called thinking it was Trista. But the woman who entered his rooms was not the general. Jarrod was surprised at this, but hid it well. The woman he learned was Erica. She was under the general’s command to take him to finally meet the Lady. Jarrod should have been excited, but he was not. He followed Erica out of his room and into the long hall. His senses where all on alert. Time to face his jailer he worriedly thought.