Consort: Chapter Four
by EZTrek1
It was another three hours before they returned to the royal apartments, and
very late at night as well. This was of no consequence, however, because both
Queens were late risers and rarely scheduled any appointments before noon.
Therefore, when Kathryn threw herself into B'Elanna's arms, kissing her and
grinding her aching womanhood against that of her wife's, B'Elanna had not only
plenty of energy and desire to deal with the situation, but more than enough
time, too.
"I love how you want me," B'Elanna murmured into Kathryn's thick, dark red hair.
The Monarch tenderly conducted the Monarch to the bed and arranged her on her
back, gently drawing off her champagne silk lounging pajamas.
"Darling, you're soaking wet!" B'Elanna observed with delight. "What will your
valet think?"
"That I desire my spouse," Kathryn gritted between clenched teeth. She wanted to
grab B'Elanna's head and yank it down into her blazing crotch, but such
aggression would have been unthinkable from Kathryn to her lord. However,
thrusting her hips against B'Elanna was acceptable and Kathryn did it, turning
at the same time to open B'Elanna's shirt to free her breasts and lick her
nipples.
"It has been hours, hasn't it?" B'Elanna reflected. "And you have been so loving
and patient while I enjoyed my concubines."
"I love you. I always want what you want," Kathryn reminded her.
"Theoretically everyone in Olvaria should want what I want, but you are among
the few who really do," B'Elanna pointed out.
"You have no idea," Kathryn said honestly. "It is no different for me now than
it was when I was your slave."
"That has worked out well," B'Elanna acknowledged, allowing her slender fingers
to tangle in and gently tug at Kathryn's thick, delectable bush, now matted with
hot juices.
Kathryn arched to B'Elanna's touch and cried out in desperation. It seemed her
passionate responses to her lover would never lose their intensity, nor did she
desire such a thing.
B'Elanna leaned close to Kathryn and whispered directly against her lips, "Had
you not had a year as a slave yourself, accepting my concubines and sex slaves
might have been hard to manage. But you like it, don't you? You enjoy seeing
another woman's head between my legs, do you not?"
Kathryn's hips jerked at the mental image created by B'Elanna's teasing
speculation. B'Elanna thrust her tongue into Kathryn's eager mouth, and two
fingers into Kathryn's needy, greedy pussy, simultaneously. The Consort's entire
body leaped off the mattress to meet this double invasion, and she grunted and
groaned as she frantically tried to increase the contact and pressure in both
places.
" 'Lanna, 'Lanna, my love, more, oh please, touch me, darling." Kathryn's voice
shook with the intensity of her desire.
B'Elanna stroked ever so slowly in and out of the bubbling cauldron she had
created between her wife's legs. If she didn't pace Kathryn, her Consort would
explode before either of them had a chance to enjoy the anticipation.
"What is your favorite? Sharing my bed as my concubines pleasure me, or sharing
my throne as I use my slaves?" B'Elanna teased.
Kathryn's eyes rolled back in her head. "Must I decide that now, my lord?" she
asked, almost sobbing with need.
"Not at all," B'Elanna laughed, having only used the question to stimulate her
wife. "You can think it over and respond when you are somewhat more . . .
coherent."
"My demanding liege," Kathryn whimpered, "I so love to be taken by you."
B'Elanna withdrew her slick, slippery fingers. "Then I will feast on you now, my
love, as I take no other woman." So saying she turned above Kathryn to consume
the hot honey that was pulsing from her consort's cleft.
Kathryn reached up and eagerly fumbled B'Elanna's pants open. There was no way
the insatiable Queen could pleasure her wife without becoming extremely aroused
and demanding corresponding pleasure for herself. B'Elanna quickly responded by
lowering herself to Kathryn's mouth, and questing lips and tongues devoured hot
pussies steadily for several long, exquisite moments. B'Elanna was careful to
hold back her own orgasm until she had brought Kathryn to the point of no return,
and then she pushed her lover over the edge even as she allowed release to
embrace her.
"B'Elannaaaaaaaa!" Kathryn shrieked as come and ecstasy burst from her in a
fountain. She was waited so long, the pressure had been all but unbearable. Even
though she herself was screaming, the climaxing monarch kept her face firmly in
Kathryn's womanhood, allowing herself to bathed continuously in hot juices,
demanding and receiving repeated orgasms from her spouse. Kathryn writhed
frantically in the grip of her pleasure, all but overwhelmed by its intensity
and B'Elanna's strength and skill. Learning to give head while coming had been
new to B'Elanna at the time of their engagement, but in the months that followed
she had more than mastered it.
"Oh, darling, darling," Kathryn sighed, gently disengaging B'Elanna's mouth from
her utterly satisfied clitoris. "You were wonderful."
B'Elanna rolled over onto her back and pulled Kathryn into her arms. "I am so
pleased that you await my attentions without jealousy," she murmured happily,
kissing her wife.
"My lord, your pleasure is more to me than my own or even my own life. If there
were anything I could change, I would give you more of myself, and I would
increase your pleasure with your other women as well."
"You would have me coming in your delectable mouths every waking minute, then,"
the Queen teased, her deep brown eyes sparkling with amusement.
"If only that were possible!" Kathryn smiled. "In fact, I would give you not
only more and better slaves, and more concubines, but more wives," Kathryn said
thoughtfully, understanding she was beginning a new and significant journey with
that statement.
B'Elanna hooted. "More wives? Do you wish me to die young?"
"I wish you to have more intimacy, more love, more pleasure, more frequently. I
think Annika is very much in love with you. Why have you not married her?"
Kathryn wanted to know.
"Because I married you," B'Elanna said simply, kissing Kathryn's patrician nose.
"But you have known her for years. Why, then, has she not left the harem?"
Kathryn persisted.
"Mmmm, well, if you must know, " B'Elanna began reluctantly, "I did consider
marriage with her. She and I do love each other, and she is of an excellent
family, but then came the war with Moskonia, and I fell in love with you, and I
couldn't maintain both relationships. I was so smitten with you!" B'Elanna took
Kathryn's hand and kissed it warmly, a pleasant indication that she was no less
smitten at the present.
"Yet you keep her for your pleasure?" Kathryn was somewhat distressed.
"At her own request," B'Elanna elaborated. "I have given her her freedom, she
has begged to stay, and I have permitted it."
"She must still love you then, as well," Kathryn thought aloud. "And who can
blame her?"
"I should make her leave, but I can't. I care for her," B'Elanna confessed,
somewhat ashamed.
"You may have any number of wives under your laws," Kathryn pointed out. "You
could marry her without affecting my status. It would free her from the harem
and acknowledge your love, which is undeniable."
"No monarch has had more than one wife for over a hundred years!" B'Elanna
protested. Still, she couldn't help but think of what it would be like to have
two wives to kiss and bed at once. "Still, she desires me deeply and longs to be
kissed," B'Elanna murmured thoughtfully.
"As did I," Kathryn agreed. "And still do."
"Yes," B'Elanna nodded, and with that she kissed her wife, and took her again in
the act of love. Finally, they slept.