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Sinbad rose in attention to discover it was none other than Akhdar’s sister, Princess Aella.

She was beautiful, and it was hard to imagine there was a time he hadn’t noticed. Had she changed so much? He took her in, as though for the first time. Aella’s hair was the color of a garden of roses, and the candlelight gave her fair green skin a heavenly glow. Her movements were supple, graceful, her body been but curved in the right places. Curves accentuated by the colorful silks tied around her body. As she looked at him and smiled, her sapphire blue eyes twinkled with mischief. He knew that any of the noblemen on Mars would have given all their riches for one night with her.

She stepped up and put her hands softly on his shoulders.

Sinbad started to speak, without the slightest idea of what he wanted to say, but she stopped him with a finger against his lips.

“You’ve fought valiantly, Sinbad of Earth.” Her eyes were laughing with anticipation and delight as she leaned in closer to him. “Now it’s time for you to claim your reward.”

Then, unable to restrain herself, she embraced him tightly.

Sinbad could smell the spicy, complex scent of the finest berries and juices in her hair. So different from the flowery fragrances preferred by the maidens back home. The touch of her was electric; he was intoxicated by her heavenly scent as Aella’s hands ran across his chest. Then she went up to the thick column of his throat to take hold of him along the line of his jaw and brought his lips to hers.

The kiss was intense and it fulfilled all of Aella’s expectations. She trembled against him, catching her breath with the sparkling overload of physical sensation. She danced with danger, as it gave spice and meaning.

She bit him tenderly on his lobe, hard and sexy. Then she sat straight up before him and shifted her position a little bit so she could make her intentions and desires unmistakable.

She held the embrace for a moment, and then he slowly started to reluctantly pull her away.

JOHN GARAVAGLIA

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