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.