Consort: ChapterThree
by EZTrek1
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 swung 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.
The residents of the harem always knew when the Queen would visit, and as soon
as B'Elanna and Kathryn entered, all nine concubines flew to greet them, all but
overwhelming their lord and lover with hugs and caresses and cries of affection.
Eight of them physically lifted the laughing Queen B'Elanna off her feet and
carried her to the enormous bed in the center of the harem, a bed which was
always clean and fresh and never used unless the Queen Regnant was there. It
could be completely enclosed by draperies for privacy but that didn't happen
unless the Queen slept there, which was seldom anymore, as she had a wife to go
home with.
The ninth and most junior concubine shyly linked arms with Kathryn and together
they followed the rest of the women to the massive bed.
On the bed, two happy concubines were at B'Elanna's feet, stroking her through
her soft boots. Two more had removed her shirt and were suckling her hardened
nipples while she, in turn, squeezed one of their breasts in each hand. A fifth
concubine, a tall, voluptuous blonde, whom Kathryn knew to be Number Seven,
knelt between the monarch's legs, caressing B'Elanna's mound through her as yet
unopened pants. She and B'Elanna were smiling at one another the way lovers do,
and this was because, as Kathryn also knew, Number Seven was B'Elanna's favorite.
As Kathryn watched, Number Seven slowly unzipped B'Elanna's fine suede trousers,
pushing aside her silken underwear to reveal an already-wet bush of thick, dark
hair. B'Elanna smiled at her wife and her lovers. She was enjoying herself, as
always, among her many women.
"Kathryn, come here and support me, my love, while Annika pleasures me."
Kathryn excused herself gently to Number Nine and slid into the bed behind
B'Elanna, propping her wife's head and shoulders on her thighs and becoming, in
effect, a pillow.
B'Elanna sighed. Six women at once! "You may eat me, Annika," she growled softly,
and her favorite's head descended to the royal crotch.
B'Elanna arched to her concubine's mouth, then settled to the mattress again. "Kiss
me," she whispered to Kathryn, and Kathryn leaned down to comply, caressing the
graceful neck of her lord while sucking and nipping at her lips and tongue from
above.
A frisson of delight ran through the concubines. Until B'Elanna's marriage, none
of them had ever seen kissing, and it excited them tremendously. They crooned
and sighed to see the intimacy of the two Queens at such proximity. Although
Olvarians didn't kiss in public, the harem was considered private. To see the
Monarch and her Consort engage in this was one of the many privileges of being a
concubine.
The two concubines at B'Elanna's feet, Numbers Eight and Four, were moved to
kiss B'Elanna's boots in response to the stimulation, and the two at her breasts,
Numbers Five and Three, renewed their efforts as well. Numbers Nine, One, Six
and Two squirmed anxiously, hoping to get a chance to touch and please their
lord before the visit was over.
"Aaaahhhh, Annika," B'Elanna sighed between kisses. "Go inside. I need you there."
Annika, Number Seven, gladly went inside. She lived to be inside her royal
lover's canal as often as possible.
Kathryn groaned too as she was molten with need from the constant and intense
stimulation of watching other women make love to her wife. Kathryn could do
nothing but continue to kiss and caress B'Elanna, though, as Consorts did not
have concubines. While in the harem, Kathryn could receive a massage, have her
breasts suckled, even suckle in return if she wished. She could have a bath and
enjoy whatever other entertainment the concubines provided in terms of music,
dance, food, or games. But the Consort's womanhood was the exclusive property of
the Queen Regnant and none other could touch her there. Nor did the Monarch take
the Consort in the presence of others, and even self-stimulation in front of any
but Queen B'Elanna was considered inappropriate for Kathryn the Queen Consort.
Therefore Kathryn awaited her lord's attentions in private, no matter how long
until they were alone again.
Kathryn's musk, however, was impossible to ignore, especially for B'Elanna,
whose head rested on her consort's thighs. She smiled up at her lovely spouse.
"You are stimulated by my pleasure. I shall enjoy it all the more."
"Yes, my love," Kathryn whispered. "Enjoy it for both of us."
B'Elanna's breathing quickened. She gasped, closed her eyes and began to
shudder. "Oh, yes, I'm coming. Harder and faster, love. Uh . . . oh . . . "
The room held it's collective breath. Then B'Elanna bucked and spilled into
Number Seven's sensuous mouth. B'Elanna roared her approval as she climaxed in
the arms of her women, but she pulled back before she was done.
"Annika, get over here in front of me. "T'Eldorna," she addressed the waiting
Number One, "take me from behind."
Quickly the women rearranged themselves, including Kathryn, who moved gracefully
aside. Spooning herself in behind Annika, B'Elanna entered her vagina from the
rear with three fingers and began to pump vigorously.
"Lord B'Elanna," the desperate concubine gasped, "I beg you, let me touch
myself!"
"Unnhhh!" B'Elanna cried out as T'Eldorna's fingers easily slipped into her from
the rear. "Of course. Touch yourself," B'Elanna managed to grunt in agreement,
and then she began to undulate to the touch of T'Eldorna's caress of the
interior portion of her main clitoris. The woman's touch was at once silken and
bold, reaching into the tight, slick tunnel as far as she could to pleasure her
Queen.
In front of B'Elanna, Annika groaned and arched, and then her pleasure took her.
An Olvarian aristocrat, Annika, too, had a main clitoris linked to a
fully-developed secondary organ near one of her ovaries. The two worked together
to multiply her sensations, and she spilled her climax and her juices into the
sheets, screaming, "Oh, gods! I love you, my lord! I love you!"
Technically, such expressions of love for the Queen were forbidden, but B'Elanna
understood the effect she had on women, her concubines in particular, who were
chosen for their beauty, their empathy with her and their responsiveness. She
never admonished or reprimanded any of them, although she could not respond in
kind.
Watching, Kathryn remembered how such a confession had been wrung from her while
in the throes of orgasm when she had been B'Elanna's slave, and B'Elanna had not
punished her, either. Kathryn knew that these expressions of love couldn't be
helped, but at the same time, she suspected that the love of Annika, Concubine
Number Seven, went deeper than a spur of the moment cry of happiness. Whenever
the Queens left the harem, Annika wept and it touched Kathryn because she knew
what it was to love B'Elanna with all her heart and soul.
B'Elanna nuzzled the nape of Annika's neck and gently withdrew from her, letting
T'Eldorna bring her to a second set of wet, throbbing orgasms which she enjoyed
with her face still buried in Annika's hair. B'Elanna licked the back of
Annika's neck, her tongue delicately tracing her concubine's flushed skin until
Annika lost control and tears spilled down her cheeks. B'Elanna whispered a word
or two of reassurance that only Annika could hear, and then she turned and took
T'Eldorna from behind with both hands buried in the lovely woman's soaking
crotch until she, too, succumbed to ecstasy in B'Elanna's arms, weeping with a
happiness that was impossible to ignore.
Kathryn lay curled in the bed with the three satisfied women, aching both with
the need for her wife's attentions and in sympathy with Annika. Kathryn decided
in that moment to speak with B'Elanna about the situation as soon as she could.