Consort: ChapterTwo
by EZTrek1
Once Kathryn had recovered, a grinning Queen B'Elanna rose and carried her wife
through their apartments to the royal bedchamber.
"My lord is too good to me," Kathryn murmured against her mate's muscular
shoulder.
"Not at all," B'Elanna replied. "Rather, you give me the most incredible
pleasure."
"Your pleasure is all I need, of course," Kathryn smiled up at her lover as she
was deposited gently on the enormous bed.
"It is fortunate for you that is so, " B'Elanna observed as she lay down beside
her wife. "Not every Consort has accepted the needs of the Monarch with such
grace."
"I adore you, and I want nothing but your pleasure," Kathryn reiterated, turning
so she was face to face with the darkly beautiful Queen she worshipped in every
possible sense of the word.
B'Elanna chuckled, tracing Kathryn's lips with a gentle finger. "Now, you know
that isn't true. You wish for the admiration of our people. You love to have
influence, you desire fair treatment for the people of the province of Moskonia.
You enjoy clothing and fine weapons and horses, and you love to travel."
Kathryn still protested, "I love none of those things as much as you and your
pleasure."
"You please me immensely, every day," B'Elanna assured her. "Now make yourself
decent. I must ring for my valet."
"Oh, no, my lord!" Kathryn held out her hand, sitting up. "Let me serve you.
That is also my pleasure."
"Kathryn," B'Elanna warned, shaking her head.
"Please, let me," Kathryn pleaded. "Please."
B'Elanna relented. "Very well. You respond to me so much more intuitively. I
never have to tell you anything." She sank into an easy chair and waited as
Kathryn went to run a bath.
Kathryn returned, naked, and knelt to help divest B'Elanna of her clothing and
accessories. When B'Elanna stepped into the marble tub, Kathryn knelt again,
ready to bathe her, but, with an evil grin, B'Elanna yanked Kathryn into the
water with her.
"One more reason to have you rather than my valet," B'Elanna laughed at her
sputtering spouse. "And that is why you undressed, is it not?" B'Elanna leaned
back, grinning triumphantly, and let her wife bathe her. Then she took the
sponge and returned the favor, until both women were not only clean but highly
aroused.
"Look what you've done to me," B'Elanna ordered, taking Kathryn's hand and
guiding it between her legs.
Kathryn turned onto her side next to B'Elanna in the tub. "Oh, my love," she
sighed, feeling the swelling and slickness of her spouse under the water.
"Please let me."
"Let you? I insist!" B'Elanna laughed. "I cannot meet with the Privy Council
like this."
Kathryn clung to B'Elanna with her left hand and began a sensuous massage of
B'Elanna's clitoris with her right. Knowing B'Elanna well, she grazed the turgid
flash lightly with her nails, causing the Queen of Olvaria to stiffen and groan
in response. "You bewitch me!" B'Elanna gasped.
"I hope so," Kathryn growled.
"Please . . . please . . . please," B'Elanna panted, her eyes wild. Kathryn
grinned and gave her just a little more, and suddenly, thrashing in ecstasy, the
huge tub became a tempest as B'Elanna burst into spasms and howls of pleasure.
Kathryn struggled mightily to keep both of them from going under until
B'Elanna's exertions subsided.
Blinking, B'Elanna looked around the elegant room, now awash in soapy water.
"Our valets will not be pleased," she predicted with a happy sigh. "Call them,
love, so we will not be late."
"Yes, my lord," Kathryn agreed quickly, kissing the satisfied monarch on the
nose. "I shall attend you at the Council." Kathryn was used to living with
advanced arousal and didn't complain. B'Elanna would get to her later, and she
knew it would be worth the wait.
The business of the Privy Council was usually conducted in formal Asperian
day-wear, suits or gowns of exquisite taste, depending on preference, not
gender. When the Council, including Kathryn who was there in her own right as
Duke of Paxverdi, rose at the Queen's entrance, B'Elanna was pleased to see her
Consort in a favorite bottle-green velvet suit. The Queen herself was in black
with burgundy trim, a far cry from the days when she had attended these meetings
in nothing but tunic, belt and boots, lounging about on her throne, drinking
heavy red wine and amusing herself with her sex slaves. That had been before
Kathryn exerted her influence, of course.
Taking her seat at the head of the table, the Queen brought the meeting to order
and the tedious business of administering her realm began anew. To her right,
Kathryn sat erect, attentively listening to the minutes being read by the
secretary. Because Kathryn was completely focused, it was a moment or two before
she perceived the pressure of the Queen's boot upon her own foot. Instantly
desire shot through Kathryn, lodging in her clitoris, and although her
expression betrayed nothing, her heart rate increased and she began to perspire.
That was all B'Elanna had to do, ever, to gain complete control of her Consort.
She kept her foot on Kathryn's, varying the pressure until Kathryn's underwear
was soaked. Yet no one else at the long, polished table had the least suspicion
of the interaction between the two Queens, let alone the extreme discomfort of
the Consort.
An hour and a half, the absolute limit of Queen B'Elanna's endurance for these
things, elapsed, and she called the meeting to a close, abruptly as ever. She
did not care if her ministers considered their business completed or not. They
would simply have to attend her at her next convenience, and that was the end of
it.
With a short nod to the Council, B'Elanna rose and departed, Kathryn immediately
behind her and to her right as protocol dictated. None but Kathryn and B'Elanna
would have interpreted this as "hot pursuit," least of all the ministers who had
quickly struggled to their feet at the exit of their ruler, but Kathryn couldn't
have been any closer to B'Elanna's magnificent tight buns had someone put a
crossbow to her own magnificent chest. None but B'Elanna knew the advanced state
of Kathryn's desperation.
Back in their royal apartments, Kathryn collapsed at B'Elanna's feet. "Please,
please, my love," she begged, stroking B'Elanna's dress boots.
B'Elanna's eyes sparkled with amusement. "You wish to give me pleasure?" The
stroking of a superior's boots was an offer of affection and sexual services in
Olvarian culture, not to mention that the force of B'Elanna's personality and
preferences combined to prohibit Kathryn from begging for her own needs to be
met.
"Yes . . . yes," Kathryn gasped, well aware that she had no choice.
"Before dinner?" B'Elanna asked in mock amazement, although she was highly
aroused by the continuous stroking of Kathryn's nimble fingers through the
supple leather of her boots.
"Oh, gods!" Kathryn groaned, clinging to her lord.
B'Elanna reached down and pulled Kathryn up against her. "Come to bed then. We
will eat dinner late. And then, the harem." B'Elanna kissed her Consort roughly,
gripping her shoulders firmly, until she felt Kathryn's legs give out under her.
Then B'Elanna gently shouldered her and carried her to the bedroom, where she
put Kathryn on the bed, threw her coat aside and undid her belt, looking down at
her wife with love and passion.
Kathryn looked up at her, returning the fervor she saw in her mate's eyes. Then
she struggled up and quickly undressed completely, feeling the burning intensity
of her lord's eyes on her. But B'Elanna did not touch her yet, and waited
patiently until Kathryn knelt and opened her specially-tailored pants. Then, her
womanhood exposed, B'Elanna was able to sit down on the edge of the bed. The
women kissed, hotly, deeply, until B'Elanna began to growl with arousal,
indicating to her Consort that she was ready, more than ready. B'Elanna released
Kathryn's lips and leaned back, bringing her booted legs up and over Kathryn's
back, where she rested them, allowing her Consort access to the steaming royal
genitalia.
B'Elanna had Kathryn to thank for the ease with which she could now receive
pleasure while remaining totally clothed. When the Olvarians had first defeated
Moskonia, and Kathryn was forced into slavery, B'Elanna had been all but a
half-naked savage. Under Kathryn's influence and due to her skills with a
needle, B'Elanna's wardrobe was transformed and she herself in the process. Now
sex was as available as it had ever been, but out of sight of the Olvarian
people, and the Queen herself appeared in public fully dressed and dignified,
befitting her position as a powerful monarch.
Kathryn plunged into the boiling, bubbling cleft, now almost unaware of her own
raging needs, not even of the thick moisture that dripped from her throbbing
pussy to the plush carpeting. If Kathryn satisfied B'Elanna, her own needs would
become unimportant. If she pleased B'Elanna enough, Kathryn might receive
immediate release. There was never anything to be lost in the attempt.
Frantically, Kathryn licked and caressed her wife's bulging clit.
Simultaneously, she felt under the hard muscular ass of her lord until she
encountered the puckered anus, another pleasure center that could never receive
too much attention. Entering there, Kathryn felt B'Elanna gasp and was then
rewarded with the grinding pressure of bootheels against her back.
"Oh, I love that. Go in deeper," B'Elanna groaned through gritted teeth. "More,
dammit, more!" She sighed as Kathryn's finger was embedded to the base. "Ah,
yes. Good."
Kathryn moved her fingers as much as the tightness of the cavity permitted,
working in synchronicity with her lips and tongue in the front, where she lapped
eagerly at B'Elanna's. thick, hot honey.
"Fuck me," B'Elanna moaned, "Fuck me slow."
Kathryn complied, moving sensuously against the giant organ, sliding fingers
inside B'Elanna as far as she could, then slowly withdrawing them in a twisting
movement. She could feel, inside the vagina, the soft swelling of the internal
portion of B'Elanna's main clitoris, and every time she touched it, her lover
responded with a soft grunt of pleasure.
Despite her best efforts to extend the Queens' pleasure, the tightening of
B'Elanna's butt told Kathryn that her lord's release was imminent, and Kathryn
steeled herself to enjoy her orgasms with her. "Do me, Kate, c'mon, c'mon,"
B'Elanna gasped as her arousal increased to the maximum, and then the floodgates
burst, and she howled with uncontrollable delight, "Yaaaaaaa!" she screamed.
"Oh, Godddddddsssssssss!" The pounding of her blood through her own brain and
her screaming all but deafened her. Even Kathryn's ears rang with her wife's
shouts. Each time B'Elanna came it was if she hadn't climaxed for a week, but
that had never been the case in her entire adult life.
It was a moment or two before the Queen came back to herself, and looked down at
the lovely, naked form of her kneeling wife, whose tongue was still busy, gently
consuming the moisture that had been released with B'Elanna's orgasms. "You are
wonderful, Kathryn. I like my slaves, I enjoy taking several women at once, but
most of all, I love being loved by you." She patted the bed. "Come here, love.
Let me pleasure you."
Kathryn rose, blushing at the praise, and was embraced by strong arms. "Oh,
B'Elanna, take me," she begged. "I am so on fire for you." And she spread her
legs wide for her lover, allowing sweet stickiness to flow down her thighs.
"Look how wet I am from waiting so long, and from feeling your pleasure,
darling." She pressed against the hand that now toyed with her pubic hair.
"It's a problem, isn't it? You stimulate me, I stimulate you, we never get
anything done," B'Elanna observed.
"That's why you have ministers," Kathryn growled. "Please touch me, my lord. I
am dying for you."
"I can finish you so fast, you won't even remember this aching need in a moment
or two."
"And if I want it slow?" Kathryn murmured, her eyes half-closed as she
anticipated the gift she was about to receive.
"You do not care," B'Elanna laughed. "Right now you merely wish to come, and
come you shall." She rose over Kathryn and slid her knee securely into the
gushing, swollen pussy that was presented to her. Then she bent down and took
Kathryn's lips, making her twist and squirm under the body of her lord and
Queen. "Come for me, my love," B'Elanna demanded. "Come!" With that she very
quickly and unceremoniously drove her knee again and again into Kathryn's
crotch, making her buck and squeal with need.
"Oh 'Lanna! B'Elanna! Don't stop. Finish me! Please!" she gasped. "Please!
Pleeeeeeeeease!" she screamed as the pleasure blossomed and exploded in her
groin. "Oh, my gods, don't stop!" And Kathryn burst into tears of joy and
relief, coming again and again to the almost machine-like pumping of her
partner's leg. "Oh, darling, darling, you are the most wonderful," she sobbed
and hicupped, "lover in the world."
B'Elanna lodged her knee firmly between Kathryn's legs and brought her down
slowly, smiling as her spouse shuddered with aftershocks. "Kathryn my love, my
heart, my joy," she whispered. "It is you who are too good for me."
Chapter 3
The two Queens strolled slowly through the massive hallways of the palace, hand
in hand, fingers linked. Bathed again, powdered and perfumed, both wore casual
comfortable clothing, the Monarch herself in an open-necked silk shirt, her
pants tucked into soft-soled suede boots with a fringed top. Kathryn wore
lounging pajamas and silk slippers.
They were on their way to the harem, and Kathryn thought B'Elanna looked good
enough to eat, which was precisely the point. Every now and then, B'Elanna would
pull Kathryn into her arms for a kiss, or reach down and play with her bottom.
She enjoyed exciting her wife prior to arriving in the harem, so that Kathryn
would have even more extreme reactions to watching the Queen cavorting with her
concubines, and so that she would be wildly in need of release after they
returned to their own quarters, whenever that might be.
At the great door Kathryn waited while B'Elanna entered the combination and
turned the heavy brass wheel. With a hiss, the door swing slowly open and they
stepped through. The royal guards swung it shut again behind them. None but the
Queens and the Chamberlain had the combination to the harem, and it could be
reached only after a circuitous climb up and down hidden stairs and hallways.
The guards were only for show. The harem was so secure it was frequently left
unguarded altogether.
Since Kathryn herself had escaped from confinement during the war with the
Emicrani, however, there had been some modifications to the outer walls of the
harem, which occupied the uppermost floor of the palace. No longer could an
agile concubine rappel to the ground below. Not that any desired to do such a
thing. Imprisoned there for her own protection while still a slave, Kathryn had
escaped to the front and there saved B'Elanna's life, thus becoming her Consort.
However, no concubine had ever wished to, or tried to escape. They were all
voluntarily confined and could leave at their own request. The harem was
constructed with the intention of keeping others out. Concubines were glad to
remain within, there to give pleasure to the Monarch they loved.