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.