Consort: Chapter five
by EZTrek1
The next night, Kathryn and B'Elanna returned to the harem. They had had a long
day meeting farmers and judging livestock at a fair, which concluded with an
outdoor meal and a demonstration of folk dancing. B'Elanna had taught Kathryn
the steps in advance, so that when everyone joined it at the end, the two Queens
were able to participate.
Of course dancing with Kathryn stimulated B'Elanna so that she was randy as ever
by the time they approached the palace after dark. After a word to the
Chamberlain, the Queens changed to comfortable clothing and made their way
toward the great sealed bronze doors of the harem.
"Have you never spent the night with just Annika?" Kathryn inquired as they
walked, B'Elanna's arm around her waist.
"Only in the harem, with the curtains closed," B'Elanna nodded. "While the
others lay outside, listening to us. We could hear them whimpering and moaning
as we made love. It has been quite a while since we did that."
"I would not mind if you did it again. Her love for you touches me," Kathryn
remarked. She had long since accepted that she alone could never meet all of
B'Elanna's needs. Furthermore, coming to understand her own need for submission
and slavery, Kathryn felt only stimulation and joy when B'Elanna took her other
women. Jealousy and insecurity were not a problem for Kathryn, Queen Consort of
Olvaria and Duke of Paxverdi. Her position in B'Elanna's heart was more than
guaranteed by their intense year of bonding and their comradeship in battle.
Kathryn's complete willingness for B'Elanna to enjoy all the women to whom she
was entitled did nothing but make B'Elanna love her more.
B'Elanna sighed, stopping to hold her wife close. "Many is the time I came close
to kissing her, proposing and taking her. I'm sorry to say I even teased her, to
excite her, doing that, getting just this close," she demonstrated, so Kathryn
could feel the Queen's breath against her lips. "Then pulling back and making
her beg. I wasn't as good to her as I could have been."
"But you can make it up to her, if you wish. You can kiss her now that you are
married," Kathryn pointed out with a devilish look.
"But then she couldn't marry anyone else," B'Elanna countered. "Once you kiss,
you are committed for life, or at least a very long time. I couldn't do that to
her."
"I know," Kathryn smiled. "So you would either have to marry her or keep her as
your concubine for life."
"Am I too much for you, that you want me to take another wife to relieve the
demands made upon you?" B'Elanna joked.
"I wish only to relieve your needs and give you pleasure," Kathryn said
truthfully. She did have one other reason, but it was not a reason she was ready
to share with B'Elanna yet. Kathryn hoped for an audience for the pleasures they
shared. While no slave or concubine could be privy to the intimacy of the two
Queens, and additional wife in the Monarch's bed would necessarily see and
participate.
"You do an admirable job of providing pleasure, in advising me, and in
administering the realm with me," B'Elanna said, stopping before the huge harem
door and taking Kathryn's hands in her own. "My life could not be any more
perfect that it is right now." And since no one else was present, B'Elanna took
Kathryn's face in her hands and tenderly kissed her.
"Mmm . . . ah . . . oh, 'Lanna," Kathryn sighed. She could have stood there
kissing for an hour, but B'Elanna could not. She was too far aroused to wait any
longer.
"Come, my love," B'Elanna invited, taking Kathryn's hand, as she dialed the
combination. "I have something special in mind for this evening."
But the concubines, too, had something special in mind. The moment the two
queens entered the harem, the lights went down and they were led in the dark to
a pile of pillows. B'Elanna frequently played along with their little games and
surprises and offered no resistance. When the lights went up, the concubines,
arrayed in little but silken wisps, treated their lord and her consort to a
display of Moskonian erotic dancing, something only Kathryn had seen before, and
not since the annexation of her former homeland.
"Oh, my!" Kathryn said, clapping delightedly when it was over. "Thank you all
very much!" In fact, women of her country almost never saw this dancing, because
it was considered inappropriate in archaic Moskonia, but as a soldier and
especially a commanding officer, Kathryn was routinely treated as a man and
consequently had seen everything. And as she had always been aroused by such
displays of nearly naked, undulating woman-flesh before, she was equally aroused
now, as was her wife, the Queen Regnant. The intensity of their combined musk as
they say side by side on the pillows was intoxicating.
"Where is Number Eight?" B'Elanna muttered, her vision somewhat clouded by a red
haze of lust. "Eat me, woman," she commanded, spreading her legs wide.
The tall, buxom redhead dove right in, freeing her Queen's heated genitalia for
a feast. B'Elanna yanked Kathryn to her and kissed her wildly until she exploded
in a searing orgasm under the tongue of her eager young lover. "Oh, gods! You
must perform that dance for us again sometime," she decreed when she had
recovered somewhat. "And now, One, bring the stools and I will reward you and
Eight, here."
The stools. Kathryn knew what that meant.
"Oh, and let's have those lovely Osterlander dildoes, the ones Queen Julia
provided," B'Elanna went on. "Each of you put one in, kneel and don't move." She
turned to her royal spouse. "Kathryn, would you like one?"
It was diabolical. Kathryn couldn't be touched or masturbate in the harem, but
she could certainly hold a dildo in her aching pussy while the Monarch tortured
her other women, pleasured them, and then came as much as she wished herself!
Kathryn could not have refused even if she wanted to, not only because to do so
would have been rude, but because she very much wanted one of those Osterlander
dildoes inside her spasming love channel. "Yes, please, my lord," she managed to
croak.
The brown-haired and gentle Concubine Number Two handed the dildoes out while
the Queen situated herself in a large, throne-like chair. Number One brought the
two leather footstools and B'Elanna planted one boot firmly on each of them.
Each of the remaining seven concubines slid an Osterlander dildo inside her,
precipitating a chorus of little gasps and sighs. An Osterlander dildo wasn't
just any dildo. It was a hand-polished piece of natural wood complete with knots
and other irregularities. When inserted to an individual's personal preferences
the resulting sensations were amazingly intense. All the other concubines
including the beloved Number Seven knelt in a semi-circle while Kathryn moved to
a comfortable lounge which was her usual place of repose in the harem when she
wasn't in the huge central bed with B'Elanna.
At B'Elanna's invitation, Concubines Number Eight and One knelt over each of her
boots, and at her nod, they grasped her legs behind her knees and began to rock,
dreamy, contented expressions stealing over their faces. B'Elanna looked over at
her wife and winked. This had been Kathryn's special pleasure before their
marriage, and although Kathryn could no longer indulge, B'Elanna enjoyed
stimulating her with occasional demonstrations.
Very quickly, Numbers Eight and One were highly aroused. They slid up and down,
back and forth over the high, shiny black riding boots B'Elanna favored, coating
them thickly with their sweet honey. Kathryn looked at the slickness in which
they rubbed themselves, and licked her lips greedily. How she would love to
kneel before B'Elanna and lick her boots clean after the concubines came! Yet it
was forbidden to her as a royal Consort.
Instead Kathryn reached beneath the folds of her gown and adjusted the dildo
lodged deep within her. She was able to get one knobby bump right against her
g-spot, and so was able to give herself a good, hard jolt of pre-orgasmic
delight with it whenever she wanted, although she had to be careful not to come.
B'Elanna didn't have to allow her a dildo at all, but clearly, she trusted her
spouse to control herself and enjoy herself vicariously by observing her lord's
pleasure. By cooperating, Kathryn insured her own release later, in private, in
B'Elanna's arms. All that was well and good, but Kathryn couldn't help
shuddering with desire as she watched the two lucky concubines approach climax.
Kathryn was not alone is her desire to be more than a spectator. All the
kneeling concubines were swaying now, moaning softly and fiddling with their
dildoes to gain the maximum sensation without achieving unauthorized climax.
B'Elanna was quite indulgent with her women; permitting them to pleasure
themselves and one another in her absence. But in her presence, she expected all
of their attention to be focused upon her and her pleasure, and rightly so.
B'Elanna looked down at her captive audience, luxuriating in the feel of hot
cunts through her supple footwear. She looked at Annika, Number Seven, and
ordered, "Seven, lick me out. You other two, pay attention so that all three of
us come at once. If either of you comes before I do, I'll paddle both of your
pretty round bottoms."
The two rocking concubines exchanged desperate looks. They were already quite
far along. Now they would have to suppress their pleasure until their lord and
Queen caught up to them in arousal. However, they were granted a short reprieve
because they had to get up and move the stools farther apart to accommodate
Seven, who had to kneel between B'Elanna's widespread thighs to eat the royal
pussy. Soon, however, they were forced to apply themselves again to the shiny,
wet leather, and stimulate themselves until they came at the Queen's feet.
Number Seven, realizing the predicament of her sister concubines, lost no time
in giving the Queen what she demanded. Watching Seven's pretty blond head bob up
and down in her wife's crotch, Kathryn was reminded of B'Elanna's recent
observation, that her consort delighted in the spectacle of her lord coming in
the mouth of another woman, and she almost lost control, reaching for her own
clit. But she realized the danger in time and tore her fingers away. You'll come
soon enough, Kathryn reminded herself sternly, and your pleasure belongs to
B'Elanna alone. Still the pressure in her groin built steadily as she watched
her wife writhing in her chair, the concubines writhing on B'Elanna's boots, and
everyone else writhing on their knees as they awaited the triple climax B'Elanna
had required. More than once a desperate concubine gasped or moaned aloud as she
ached for release and forced herself to suppress the orgasm that waited, trapped
in her throbbing clit.
Finally, B'Elanna groaned with ecstasy, as her own climax built toward its usual
pyrotechnic conclusion. Weighted by the women who rode her boots, B'Elanna
grasped the arms of the chair and thrust hard against Annika's pretty face, and
burst into screams as hot, stabbing orgasms overtook her. The boot-humping
concubines released their own pleasure onto their lord's boots and soon
collapsed on the floor, grinding their fists into their crotches. The
surrounding concubines and Kathryn panted hard with need, not knowing if and
when B'Elanna would release them, too.
But B'Elanna had not inherited the title "the Merciless," she had earned it.
Grinning at the seven unsatisfied concubines, she pushed Annika's head out of
her crotch and ordered, "Exchange dildoes with one another, and lick them
clean." She then realized she had an odd number of concubines. "Seven, crawl
over to your lord the Queen Consort and exchange with her."
Kathryn barely managed to restrain herself from gasping aloud. It was
unprecedented, but certainly not prohibited.
Obediently, Annika arrived at the foot of the lounge and removed her Osterlander
dildo, now dripping with her hot sweetness. Holding it out to Kathryn, she and
the Consort locked eyes, and some meaning passed between them. Quickly, Kathryn
offered Annika her own dildo, and took the one she was given.
It was heavenly. The taste of a woman's moisture had always pleased and excited
Kathryn, and it was no different this time. All of the women were immediately
captivated by B'Elanna's exercise and devoted themselves to cleaning the wooden
sex toys quite thoroughly, until the Queen had to laugh aloud at the rapt looks
on their faces. They looked like children surprised with some exotic confection.
"Seven, come here. You did a good job. I shall reward you, my sweet," she patted
her lap and her favorite rose and ran to her, smiling happily as the Monarch
pulled her special concubine onto her lap. "Come for me now, love," B'Elanna
whispered huskily to Seven, and she slid her hand between Annika's legs, making
the younger woman cry out with need.
Seven buried her face in B'Elanna's shoulder and sighed as her lord's fingers
slid inside her, a thumb firmly in control of her clit. "Oh, yes, please, my
lord, I want you so much," she moaned, and almost immediately she began to
tremble as B'Elanna lost no time making good on her promise.
"I want your pleasure," B'Elanna crooned to her. "Give it to me, Annika, my
love. All of it, right now. I command you to come," she teased, as if Annika had
some choice and would have preferred not to.
Almost immediately Annika began to buck and jerk in B'Elanna's grasp. "Oh,
please," she moaned, "Please please please please . . . PLEEEEEEEASE!" she
screeched as she came, and as she drenched B'Elanna with her fluids. "I love
you, " she whimpered. "I love you so, Lord 'Lanna," she sobbed as B'Elanna
rocked her and brought her gently down.
"Shhh, darling, I know you do. I know," B'Elanna acknowledged. Kathryn was
right. Something had to be done, but she would think about it later. Kathryn's
distinctive Moskonian musk proclaimed that her wife was greatly aroused, and the
needs of the Consort were now paramount.
B'Elanna looked down at the Concubines Eight and One. "Lick my boots clean, you
two, so I can take my wife home." She grinned as they scrambled to their knees
and quickly applied themselves to the boots opposite the ones they had come on,
so that they, too, could taste each other. The Queen Regnant glanced over at her
Consort and waggled her eyebrows. B'Elanna wanted a faceful of Kathryn's honey.
As Annika now knew, there was no other quite like it.
Kathryn heaved a sigh of relief as B'Elanna rose and carried Annika to her own
room and tucked her into bed. In mere minutes her needs would be met, and they
could discuss the evening's delights, and sleep in one another's arms.