Consort: Prologue

by EZTrek1


The day after their betrothal, while still in the field, B'Elanna had, after a mad scramble to find Kathryn some suitable clothing for the event, knighted and ennobled her, creating her duke of nearly one-quarter of all of Asperia. The Duchy of Paxverdi included the border with the dratted Emicrani. B'Elanna knew that Kathryn could handle it. A powerful noble in her own right, Kathryn would have a seat on the Privy Council and command of her own brigade. She was a general once more. Consorts traditionally had administration of the Duchy. It kept them from disappearing into the wallpaper as well as providing a needed ally to the Queen. Politics were still a fact of life, even in a monarchy.

Wherever they went, two chairs now awaited them, side by side, a sight to which Kathryn had yet to adjust. For almost a year Kathryn had not sat in a chair in public, or slept with her head on a pillow at the head of a bed. Now she awoke looking into B'Elanna's eyes, because B'Elanna frequently awakened earlier and lay devouring the sight of Kathryn beside her. Sleeping curled around B'Elanna's feet had become so normal to Kathryn that she sometimes forgot to stretch out!

Upon their return to the royal palace, when they went into the private throne room. Kathryn was rather stunned to see that B'Elanna's throne had been replaced by a grand carved settee large enough for two. Before the left side was a footstool. Before the right knelt Chenta the slave-stool.

B'Elanna conducted Kathryn to the left seat and took the side where Chenta knelt. Lazily B'Elanna snapped her fingers, and Chenta opened the Queen's pants and began to pleasure her.

B'Elanna sighed and laced her fingers through Kathryn's. "Kiss me, my love," she invited huskily.

Kathryn gathered her wits and complied, quickly becoming engrossed in kissing B'Elanna while she enjoyed the attentions of the woman at her feet. Kathryn hadn't even given a thought to B'Elanna's continued use of slaves, and they would have to discuss it. However, B'Elanna's pleasure came first. The conversation would keep.

"Mmm . . . yes . . ." B'Elanna moaned, captivated by her first experience with kissing and receiving head. She knew all her ancestors and predecessors had done it, as was their right, and she had been anticipating it eagerly. "Ohhhh. . . Kathryn," she moaned. "Do not stop."

"No, my lord," Kathryn, responded, gasping slightly. "I . . . I won't."

As B'Elanna approached orgasm, she squirmed and humped, pulling Kathryn as close against her as she possibly could, her tongue probing Kathryn's mouth deeply. In response, Kathryn sucked B'Elanna's tongue and caressed her muscular body.

Finally, with an enormous groan of ecstasy, B'Elanna convulsed in Chenta's mouth, jerking and rolling in Kathryn's embrace. Twice more she came, not letting Chenta up for air, much to the young slave's delight. Pleasing her mistress meant freedom from punishment and possibly reward as well.

"You may go, slave," B'Elanna finally grunted. "You have my leave to touch yourself in the ante-room."

After Chenta kissed B'Elanna's boots and departed, Kathryn moaned and pressed against her fianc饮 "Please, my lord," she whispered.

B'Elanna grinned. "What? Was my pleasure not enough for you?"

Kathryn blushed. "Yes, my lord."

B'Elanna laughed and kissed her on the nose. "Compose yourself, darling, and after I hear the reports of my ministers, we will discuss it."

With a groan, Kathryn complied, squeezing her thighs together with longing for a half hour of dull updates on the condition of the realm.

When they were alone again, B'Elanna pulled Kathryn into her lap and opened her trousers, sliding her hand in and beginning to massage the swollen, aching clit inside. "Now, my love, let me explain. You will soon be my wife, not a slave. That means I cannot whip you, rack you, deprive you, demand sex from you in public, or boot-fuck you. You are a duke, a freewoman, and my Queen Consort. Do you understand?"

Kathryn's response was a low groan of need. "Y - yes, my lord."

"However, my needs must still be met, so I keep my slaves and my concubines for those things you cannot do," B'Elanna explained.

"But I would gladly do them, B'Elanna," Kathryn whispered pressing urgently against the hand that imprisoned her pleasure.

"No, my love. You will not. Yet, you may enjoy the pleasure I receive from my slaves and concubines. In fact, I expect you to accompany me to my harem to observe and augment my pleasure. And I will not intimately touch my slaves, take them to our bed or use my concubines outside of the harem. I will make love to you until you come, every day, at least once."

"Oh . . . oh, please, B'Elanna," Kathryn moaned, spasming with need.

"Are we in agreement, darling?" B'Elanna teased, "or would you prefer not to come right now?"

Kathryn understood. It was too late to turn back. "Yes, my lord. Your terms are more than acceptable."

"Very good, Kathryn." And with that B'Elanna thrust deeply into Kathryn, causing her to explode in her arms.

"B'Elannaaaaaaaaaaaa! Oh my gods! B'Elanna my love!" Kathryn screamed, gushing all over her lord in passion. She humped hard against B'Elanna's hand, but it was withdrawn before a second orgasm could occur.

B'Elanna smiled knowingly and gently kissed her wife-to-be. "Good. I am so glad we understand one another. We will be the happiest couple in the land, I promise you."