[Runesmith]

Madam Li stared at the woman incredulously. This woman was being way too forward for a harem slave. Then again, this was probably because the slave was a westerner. Other than concubines Tatyana and Anca, the slave was the only western woman in the compound at the moment... And the last western slave had also been rather different - but in a rebellious sense, which had ultimately led to an unfortunate outcome for her.

Xue Feng did find herself oddly attracted to western women. Even though her first love and the subsequent women she had slept with had been Asian, and although the glimpse of a classic thin and willowy Chinese female form always made her heart flutter and reminded her of her Mei Zhen, there was something primal about the chunky, curvy body and the sharp, angular face of a western woman. They smelled different too... down there... not the delicate and light aroma of a Chinese pussy, but strong, musky, and full of pheromones. One could even catch that scent from just sitting next to them. Xue Feng sometimes masturbated to fantasies of the Ukrainian, blonde haired Gundik Tatyana seducing her, holding her down, and...

Western women reminded her of the legends of Amazonian warriors that she and Mei Zhen had read about on their shared bed in her early teens. During the innocent start of what had gradually evolved in to something beautiful, they had often wrestled on the bed, pretending to be Amazon warriors in training, inevitably ending with the older, stronger Mei Zhen lying on top of her, the small but already developed breasts pressing against Xue Feng's budding little nubs, their thighs gripping each other, giggling as they caught their breath.

This Zaheera, this western woman, had awakened the desires that Xue Feng had kept under control ever since she took the job of administering the harem. When she had examined Zaheera when she first arrived, she had enjoyed the process more than she would have dared to admit. The woman had nice symmetric and perky C cup breasts with the perfect 45/55 profile, a small waist flaring out in to ample hips and buttocks, creating a womanly, hourglass figure that contrasted with the girlish, bamboo stalk figure that Chinese women strived to keep. She could smell the musk of the woman's cunt as she had examined the bruises on her thighs that indicated that her flight with the prince had been a rough adventure. The light arousal Xue Feng had been feeling had only been broken when she had discovered that symbol branded in to the woman's tender flesh, banishing all emotion and setting off a train of logical thought, calculation, and plans for manipulation, as she had been trained to do.

Still, the sexual attraction she felt at that moment may have had a part in deciding to recruit this woman in to her confidence (against her own better judgement, and to the chagrin of the people she reported in to). That "test" she had staged in order to fail the woman (to push her in to agreeing to cooperate) had unexpectedly ended in Xue Feng's first sexual encounter with a woman in more two years of living in a harem surrounded by nubile young women. Maybe that's why it had felt so good.

However, taking this any further would be a mistake... and in her line of work, even a fatal mistake. Emotions cloud judgement, as her trainers had drilled in to her. It was time to take a decisive step to end this, as anyone in their right mind would do.

When Xue Feng stood up and let the robe fall off her, she wasn't in her right mind. Not by far.