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.