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I saw her eyes close in pleasure, though I found it difficult to believe that she was actually taking the same joy from this as she could from a man.
I had always known stallions were randy beasts, and so was unsurprised when I saw movement between his rear legs.
It only dawned on me when the girl, Ratri, began stroking the horse's nose and muzzle, her face next to his, whispering niceties to him.
Her hands on his broad, powerful neck, she then kissed him right on the lips.
He was so huge; his male organ was fully as long as my forearm, and much thicker.
The tip was not sheathed in a foreskin like that of a man, instead just the purplish tip sticking out, bulbous and swollen, and shiny with moisture. No male, man or beast, could withstand such treatment without stiffening from the resultant lust; as Sari and I watched, the girl already rubbing it faster, gripping it more firmly, it began to extend upwards, swelling, growing stiffer and stiffer, until it was pointed directly at Ratri.
They were followed in by more slaves carrying a huge, square box which was maybe twenty feet across, the whole thing covered with a thick curtain all the way around so its contents couldn't be seen.
I averted my eyes out of respect for the Sultan, not wishing to look upon an organ as fearsome as the horse's was sure to be.