Babylon Nights

Written by Oxartes. Oxartes, a first time Jewrotica writer, is a 50 year-old modern-orthodox Israeli who writes erotica as a hobby. ‘Writing is my escape, my therapy,’ he says.

“Belshazzar the king made a great feast to a thousand of his lords, and drank wine before the thousand. Belshazzar, while he tasted the wine, commanded to bring the golden and silver vessels which Nebuchadnezzar his father had taken out of the temple which was in Jerusalem; that the king and his lords, his consorts and his concubines, might drink therein. Then they brought the golden vessels that were taken out of the temple of the house of God which was at Jerusalem; and the king, and his lords, his consorts and his concubines, drank in them…”

Daniel 5:1-3

A mist rose from the river, its wispy tendrils covering the paths and byways of the vast terraces. An older man walked through the deserted gardens and sat down on a stone bench. A hooded figure emerged from the fog and joined him.

The man sighed. “So many relics in Babylon these days.”

“Then we’ll blend right in.”

He smiled. “Tell me, was there a corner of the gardens that we didn’t do it in?”

Queen Adaya blushed. “Um, no. We were pretty thorough.”

“But then your brothers came out of the furnace, alive.”

“And old Nebuchadnezzar took me for his harem and eventually married me to Belshazzar.”

“Who scorns you as one of his grandfather’s hand-me-downs.”

“Oh Daniel, you were right, we should have run away together. I wish we could be a couple.”

“Just being here is treason enough. Belshazzar may be a capricious tyrant who flaunts his infidelities but he is still your husband.”

“What if he were not?”

Daniel glared at her.

“Darius the Mede has said that he will reward anyone who helps get rid of Belshazzar.”

“Interesting. But the King is very careful.”

“I will make him careless.”

“How?”

“One of my Lydian slaves is quite the sorceress. She has agreed to help in return for her freedom. You can help too.”

“How?”

“Come to court when you’re called and be dramatic.”

“Dramatic?”

“Like you were with Nebuchadnezzar and his dreams.”

“Oh, that. But you know that God frowns on witchcraft.”

“God helps those who help themselves, Daniel. And besides, it’s not like He’s doing anything.” Queen Adaya rose and disappeared back into the fog, leaving the seer alone on the bench.

“Ah, Lord”, he thought. “Truly, Your ways are inscrutable but I fear she has a point.” Daniel enjoyed the stillness for a few minutes and then made his way home.

Belshazzar woke with a start. “Who is it? Who’s there? GUARD!”

A Scythian guard came running into the King’s bedchamber, sword drawn. “Your Majesty?”

“Have you admitted anyone to my bedchamber?”

“No. The standing order is to admit no one while Your Majesty sleeps.”

“Correct. But search the chamber anyway. I thought I heard something.”

The guard suppressed a sigh and dutifully searched the bedchamber. “Nothing, Your Majesty.”

“Hmmph. I could have sworn I heard something. Dismissed.”

The guard bowed smartly and left. He was careful not to roll his eyes until after he had turned around.

Belshazzar lay back down and pulled the blankets over him, certain that one of his concubines, maybe that Nubian minx, was hiding somewhere in the room. There!

“HA! Gotcha!” He whirled around and sat up. “Come out, come…out…” His voice trailed off.

A great, glowing hand hung in mid-air in front of his bed, impatiently tapping its fingers as if on an invisible table. The hand waved.

“Who are…”

The hand raised its index finger.

“I…I should be quiet?”

The hand flashed a thumbs-up. It motioned for him to lie down.

Belshazzar obeyed.

The hand peeled back the King’s bedclothes, exposing the royal prick. The hand impatiently tapped its fingers again.

Belshazzar hardened.

The hand flashed another thumbs-up.

It caressed his balls and traced a finger along the underside of his cock.

Belshazzar moaned.

The hand abruptly raised its index finger.

“Ah, right.” The king bit into a pillow.

The hand closed slowly around Belshazzar’s twitching cock and stroked it up-and-down, squeezing while it pumped.

Belshazzar thrashed around on the bed, biting into the pillow, as the hand stroked his prick.

The hand placed its index and middle fingers on the underside of the tip of the King’s cock and stroked furiously until Belshazzar came all over his belly and chest, stopping only when he was completely spent.

The King looked up, euphoric and exhilarated.

The hand wagged a finger in a mock scolding, flashed a thumb’s up and disappeared.

The Queen’s Lydian servant closed her spellbook. The Queen wiped her hand on a rag.

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