He stood out from the throng not 
only for this sober attire but because he sat alone and quiet on 
his divan -- and one of the other guests seems to take umbrage at 
this.
"What, Caspian, are these lovely maids not worthy of your 
attentions?"
"Have pity on poor Caspian, for he is sworn!  Because he has 
gained one flower, he must never taste other honey again," chimed 
in another, in mock sympathy.
The prince shook his head with a smile.  "Ah, Salim, do not mock 
me!  My oath tries me sorely but lasts only until my wedding 
night."  He paused to take a long swig from his cup.  "Please, 
all of you, enjoy yourselves to the fullest, sip each drop of 
nectar that you can tonight.  I shall throw another party for us 
two nights hence -- and we shall see who is left without a 
blossom to plunder then!"
This was greeted with applause and cheers, and many a maid 
squealed as hands sought out tender flesh hidden by loose 
blouses.
A crash of cymbals pealed across the stage, briefly freezing all 
action and drawing all eyes to the band in the corner.  The 
musicians changed to a wailing, thrilling melody as five women 
entered through a doorway that had been hidden by the brocaded 
wall hangings.
Four wore belts heavy with tinkling gold coins above short tunics 
and flowing skirts of vivid green. The fifth was hidden entirely 
beneath a floor-length black veil.  She seated herself in the 
center of an open area while the other four proceeded to wind 
between the couches, swaying and turning, gyrating close to a man 
then darting away, to much applause and laughter.
After a few minutes of this, the four approached the woman in 
black, who stood and began to sway in place with exquisite grace 
while still hidden within her veil.  One of the green dancers 
caught a corner of the black shroud and pulled it away to reveal 
a woman.  Her long, midnight black hair streamed straight and 
silky and free over her shoulders, but a mask of gold inlaid with 
black enamel covered her eyes.  Long feathery antennae sprouted 
from the sides of the mask, and sparkling sapphires ringed the 
eyeholes.  She was a butterfly!  Her torso was hidden by a panel 
of scarlet silk attached to the gold rings that circled her arms, 
and more crimson silk draped her hips, pleated and as full as if 
a thousand gossamer yards of it were swathed there.
As if glad to be freed from her cocoon she began to dance.  When 
she turned the audience could see that her long smooth back was 
bare down to the scarlet folds of her skirt.  She waved her arms, 
making the upper panel of scarlet into silken wings fluttering in 
flight while enticing shapes swayed gently beneath the nearly 
transparent silk.  Whenever her arms were stretched to their 
widest the silk pulled tight across the globes of her bosom, and 
her nipples could plainly be seen straining against it.
She seemed to pause, with her hands crossed to clutch her 
shoulders.  Her women approached her again, and danced about her, 
then grasped the scarlet silk.  As they spun away it tore free, 
and the audience gasped.  Now her body was a stem of white, 
rising from the bud of scarlet still clasping her hips.  She 
stood motionless as all eyes drank in the sight of her long bare 
torso, her breasts hidden by arms which were circled by dozens of 
golden rings.
After a few seconds she began again to sway, long sinuous ripples 
passing from shoulders down to hips and then rising to shoulders 
again.  The motions became stronger and faster and continued as 
her hands slipped from her shoulders and draw across and down 
until they cupped her breasts.  She danced more vigorously.  Now 
that her arms were no longer pressed tightly against her body the 
golden rings, freed of their burden of silk, slid on her arms, 
chiming against each other.  The sound seemed to excite her for 
she began to dance even more wildly, turning and dipping and 
swaying her body with abandon as she circled before the princes.  
The inner audience applauded, and as their shock and startlement 
passed, so did the larger one of crew.  The sound spurred the 
dancer on and her hands kneaded then fluttered free, baring her 
breasts to the gaze of all, within and without the curtain.  Her 
breasts were beautiful: large and firm, their perfect hemispheres 
broken only by the thrusting cones of her richly colored nipples.
Her dance began to weave among the divans.  The princes reached 
up to try to stroke her, but she deftly swiveled away from all 
hands until she neared the divan where Prince Caspian sat 
upright.  When his hands reached out she swayed into them, and 
seemed to shiver with pleasure at his touch.  Her hips continued 
to sway as he stroked her breasts, then she arched forward to 
bring her chest close to his face.
As the other princes laughed and clapped Prince Caspian kissed 
each of her breasts, then started to suck on one of her erect 
nipples.  The swaying of her hips changed to a rapid swivel.
"Watch out, Caspian!" called one of the others, "Remember your 
vow!"
The prince allowed her breast to slip free and laughed ruefully.  
The Butterfly swayed back to the center of the floor, and once 
again her maids approached her.  This time one grasped a fold of 
the silk at the Butterfly's waist and danced away pulling the 
silk taut between them.  As she continued to spiral away the 
stretch of free silk became longer and longer, and a second 
dancer took hold of the silk and joined the first in circling 
about their leader.  The third and fourth in turn joined in, till 
the butterfly was entirely circled and hidden by a cage formed 
from the silk of her skirt.  The drumbeat pounded wildly then 
stopped as the maids let the silk drop.
Now the butterfly was clad only in her own perfect skin.  She 
posed there for long seconds while eyes swept from the straight 
black silk of her hair, past the golden mask and down, drawn by 
the chain of golden bracelets to where her hands covered the 
joining of her bare white legs to her equally nude torso.  Again, 
the shocked silence gave way to applause at the leading of the 
inner audience.
The dancer smiled, and began to sway anew.  Again her hands 
rubbed then fluttered away, to reveal the bare white skin of her 
hairless mount.  The swaying of her hips grew into actual motion 
of her legs and once again she turned and swayed and circled 
among the divans, displaying every inch of her sweet body for all 
to see.  The men were more persistent this time, impossible to 
evade entirely, so she made her way to Prince Caspian through a 
thicket of hands, with this man's fingers trailing up her thigh 
and that one's hand gliding over her smooth ass.
Prince Caspian was stiff and tense on his divan, and kept his 
hands clenched into fists beside his hips when she at last swayed 
before him.  His resistance seemed to excite her more, and her 
swaying turned into hard shudders that made her breasts jar and 
bounce wildly, wringing a groan from between his clenched teeth.
The Butterfly spoke for the first time. "Great Prince, may all 
the afrits and fiends of hell take me for their own if I do aught 
to taint your honor."  She turned to face the other princes and 
spoke again.  "It is a hard thing that Princess Mirania required 
of this most noble prince.  A hard thing, a torment, to deny him 
that which is the right of the most lowly worker in his hut made 
of mud.
"But he swore.  And you all witnessed his vow.
"He swore. And he must keep his oath, and we should not tempt him 
to break it."
She paused, and smiled.  "But neither is he bound to do more than 
the oath required."  She beckoned her retinue to draw near.  
"Prince Caspian has sworn not to touch his prong, nor to allow 
anyone else to do so, and I charge all of you to witness that he 
is keeping his oath."  Murmurs of agreement came from the 
assembled princes. "But that does not mean it must be bound 
uncomfortably tight.  Indeed, that would be too cruel."
She turned back to Prince Caspian, "Noble Prince, I beg you to 
allow my ladies to make you comfortable.  They will not trespass 
upon your vow: I pledge it with my life."
The masked prince slowly nodded.
At once the green clad dancers closed in, and gentle hands urged 
him to his feet.  When they reached toward his hood he shook 
their hands off, but allowed the nimble fingers to undo the 
clasps of his robe and draw it off his shoulders.  The prince's 
bare chest was revealed, thickly set with muscles, gleaming 
slightly with a sheen of sweat.  His hips and legs were clad in 
the baggy black trousers of men of his country but not even their 
folds could disguise the erection straining to be free.  The 
maid's hands now worked the ties of his trousers, most carefully 
not touching the flesh which jutted free the second the 
constriction was released and the cloth slid down his legs to 
form a black pool on the floor.  Prince Caspian stood there nude, 
every inch of his massive body as stiffly and proudly erect as 
the nine inch column jutting from his groin.
Uncertain rustling and murmuring could be heard from the 
assembled crew at the sight but the moment to halt this act had 
passed, if it ever existed.  This time the applause was lead by 
the maids and joined, quickly by the other princes, more slowly 
by the audience.
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