Consort: Chapter Seven

by EZTrek1

Once they were in relative privacy, B'Elanna sat down on the edge of the bed next to her wife, leaned over with one hand on Kathryn's mons, and kissed her deeply.

Kathryn gasped and pushed up into her wife's touch. Although she knew B'Elanna wouldn't release her from the bonds of desire in which she now suffered agonies, Kathryn still longed for anything she could get, even though it led nowhere.

Without breaking their kiss, B'Elanna removed her shirt, handing it behind her to Annika, who tossed it out of the enclosure. Fresh clothing would be provided for the Queens before their return to the apartments below. B'Elanna pushed Kathryn's gown off her shoulders, and pulled her free of it and her undergarments, which by now were soaked with hot lubricants and sweat. Annika disposed of these as well.

B'Elanna opened her pants, both pairs, parted Kathryn's legs, and climbed on top of her wife with her boots and trousers still on. She then began a slow rhythmic thrusting, mound to aching mound, until Kathryn cried out and raked her nails down B'Elanna's back, thrusting up mightily against her dominant lover.

Annika wondered if she were about to see the intimacy between the two Queens that no mortal had ever seen, and she wondered if she saw it, what sort of precarious position that put her in, to have seen the ultimate of all forbidden activities. She wanted to avert her eyes, but that would have been an affront to her lord, and so she saw Kathryn's nails carve into the rippling muscles of the Queen's back, and she gasped at the level of passion that act proclaimed. Annika's juices ran freely, unheeded down her legs as she waited to touch B'Elanna and be touched by her, as had been promised.

At Kathryn's cry, B'Elanna stopped abruptly, pulled back and held up the Osterlander dildo. "Insert this in your vagina, if you please," she ordered softly.

Kathryn took it, reached boldly between B'Elanna's legs for her juices, and thoroughly oiled the heavy wooden dildo. With her eyes on B'Elanna's, Kathryn impaled herself, forcibly, to the base of the toy, arching into it with a gasp of pleasure, until it all but disappeared.

B'Elanna nodded. "Excellent." Then she took the double-headed dildo, turned from Kathryn and inserted one end into herself, groaning with the effort of restraining herself from bringing herself off.

"Annika," she gestured, and the concubine turned her backside to her lord.

Kneeling behind and between the legs of her concubine, B'Elanna guided the other end into Annika all the way, until the younger woman bucked, arched and groaned against B'Elanna. B'Elanna caught Annika's arms and guided her hands to the headboard, ordering. "Keep them where I can see them. I do not wish you to touch yourself yet. I will come, and then I will pleasure you."

Annika gasped, "Yes, yes, my lord." She leaned forward and braced herself, knowing the strength of her lover would knock her over if she did not.

"Kathryn, get behind me. Get up on your knees, hold me around the waist and ride with me as I take Annika. I want to feel your belly tight against my ass. Understand?"

"Yes, my love," Kathryn agreed. Her bare legs straddled B'Elanna's high boots, and she almost swooned at the sensation.

"Good. Move with me," B'Elanna ordered, and then she leaned into Annika and began to thrust, slowly, steadily, building up speed as both women attached to her began to moan with pleasure and envy.

"Oh, Annika, Annika, my darling," B'Elanna groaned, cupping the concubine's breasts. "I can't wait, I've waited too long already. Forgive me," B'Elanna gasped as her body jerked with spasms of need.

"Please give me your come, my lord," Annika begged. "I live for your pleasure, yours alone." The dildo felt enormous inside her. She wanted to come, but unless B'Elanna kept it in her a lot longer, or one of them stroked her clit, she would not be able to climax before B'Elanna did. Annika pushed back to meet B'Elanna's thrusts, and in only another moment, she was rewarded with B'Elanna's cries of pleasure as she spent herself against the lovely, rounded cheeks of her ass.

Behind her, Kathryn also cried out as B'Elanna came. Had B'Elanna taken much longer, Kathryn would have come herself, but it was over too quickly, as she was sure B'Elanna knew it would be.

Gathering herself, B'Elanna drove into Annika again, getting another climax for herself before pulling away with a conscious effort. "I want more," she gasped to Annika, "but now I wish to pleasure you at the same time. Lie down on your back." As she spoke B'Elanna gently slid the two-headed dildo out and took the strap-on from the bed. She lay down between Annika's legs and slid into her, looking at her face with obvious longing. Kathryn could see how much they wanted to kiss, and felt a terrible pang. But B'Elanna then buried her face in the long blond hair of her lover. They could not, and would not kiss, certainly not now, perhaps never.

Then B'Elanna instructed, "Kathryn, get up on your knees behind me, and put your tongue into me as deeply as you can. Keep it there until Annika and I have finished coming. I want to feel as if your tongue is licking my clit from the inside."

"Yes, my love," Kathryn said, moving quickly. She parted the cheeks of B'Elanna's ass, and gently, but firmly, entered the puckered anus with her tongue, right up to the root. She then held fast to B'Elanna's hips as she felt her wife begin a much slower, more gentle thrusting into Annika, one that was guaranteed, in time, to make the two of them come together. But Kathryn knew she was fated to remain where she was, pleasuring her wife's ass, gripping the dildo in her aching pussy, and listening to the ecstatic cries of the lovers as they came repeatedly in each other's arms.

It was going to be a long afternoon, but even so, Kathryn felt hopeful. If B'Elanna would take Annika in private over an extended period, in her presence, perhaps, eventually, she could be persuaded to do more.

"Mmmmmmm . . . oooohhhhhhhh . . ." Annika was in serious need now, having borne everyone else's pleasure, save Kathryn's, without relief. She locked her legs around B'Elanna's hips and waited for the waves to overwhelm her. It was an eruption from deep inside her, and she expressed her ecstasy in a high, ear-piercing wail. Kathryn held tight, shuddering involuntarily as the young concubine came again and again, driving the Queen herself over the edge once more, so that their spasms were simultaneous and mutual. It would have been clear to any observer that the couple had done this many a time before, so perfectly synchronized were their movements.

They clung together and let the aftershocks ripple through them, until finally the Queen said to her Consort, "That's enough, love. You may rest now. Annika, remove my boots and trousers, when you are able. I think we are all in need of a nap." With that, B'Elanna pulled off the strap-on, turned on her back, twined her fingers in Kathryn's pubic hair, and went to sleep.

Annika finished undressing the Queen and crawled back into the bed on the other side of B'Elanna and was soon asleep herself. Carefully, Kathryn reached for the toys they had been using, and licked them both clean, delighting in the tastes of the two women mingled on her tongue. Then she folded her hands over B'Elanna's and lay back to await her lord's pleasure.

When Kathryn awoke. B'Elanna and Annika were on their sides, and B'Elanna was thrusting against Annika from behind. Kathryn saw that her wife was using the strap-on again. She turned and embraced B'Elanna from behind, without being told, and the dildo deep within her began to drive her to madness again. Kathryn began to moan with need as the other two women approached climax. B'Elanna's hand was over Annika's as she stroked her own clit.

"Together, together now," B'Elanna whispered to her lover and they moved sinuously, confidently in the bed together, as Kathryn learned and copying their rhythm.

When B'Elanna and Annika began to come together, B'Elanna's hips pumped like a pile driver, and Kathryn, hard against them, suddenly realized she was coming herself. "Oh, my gods," she gasped, and then B'Elanna's involuntary bucking in the throes of pleasure forced a climax from her wife. Desperately, Kathryn muffled her cries against B'Elanna's back. Kathryn wasn't sure Annika could tell she came; probably not, but she was certain B'Elanna knew, and she waited too see what sort of response or reprimand she might elicit.

Finally B'Elanna and Annika were done. Annika rose from the bed and brought wet cloths and dry towels for all of them, as well as fresh clothing for her Queens, and humbly dressed them both.

"Keep the dildo in until we return to our apartments," B'Elanna said smoothly to her wife, and Kathryn obeyed nervously.

It was a long walk back down to the third floor, B'Elanna carrying her sword casually in one hand, while Kathryn leaned against her on the other side.
B'Elanna smiled at her wife, but said nothing until they were alone again.

"So, are you still so enthralled by my boots?" B'Elanna demanded, dropping into a chair. "Or shall I call my valet?"

"No, my lord, I still find you most pleasing and attractive in boots. Let me serve you," Kathryn requested.

"Take the dildo out, love," B'Elanna suggested, stretching out her legs toward her kneeling spouse.

Kathryn paused and removed it, releasing a flood of juices down her legs. She looked up at B'Elanna with a raised eyebrow and offered her the dildo.

"Thank you," B'Elanna managed a straight face. "You came up there just now, didn't you?"

"You know I did," Kathryn said simply. She removed B'Elanna's boots and hose, then motioned for her wife to rise so she could get her trousers down. "In fact it would have been surprising if I hadn't. I love being forced to wait. I love watching you with your women, I love you in boots. I hate it that you never boot-fuck me anymore. What more can I say?"

B'Elanna looked down at her and felt a twinge of regret. She licked the dildo. "You have the very sweetest pussy," she murmured thoughtfully. "So, are you saying you did not learn your lesson?"

"I am afraid not, my lord. May I draw you a bath?"

"I think you had better. We both need one. And we can continue our little chat," B'Elanna agreed.

They sank into the hot water together, and B'Elanna picked up the sponge. She drew it slowly over Kathryn's smooth skin, making her shiver with delight. "What is it that you really want, my sweet?" B'Elanna whispered.

"I want what we both want, and dare not say, apparently," Kathryn said, taking the sponge and returning the favor. "In fact, I want what we all want."

"Tell me. I promise you, there will be no penalties this time."

Kathryn sighed and thought for a moment. "Let me begin with you, my lord. You want Annika. Since you have not given her up, I am forced to conclude you love her. You are in love with both of us, and are attracted to, and entitled to, many more. I want you to have all that you desire."

B'Elanna nodded but said nothing.

"As to Annika, her wants are ridiculously simple. All she wants is you, and in particular, to kiss you. She would do that without marriage, so becoming one of your Consorts would be an unexpected bonus. You could kiss her and keep her in your harem for the rest of her life, but if you kiss her and marry her and she is free to move about and be treated with respect by everyone in the realm."

B'Elanna sighed and looked pensive, absently rubbing Kathryn's back as she spoke.

"Finally, there are my needs, B'Elanna. They could easily be met, and we could both enjoy it! Our great love was born from our hierarchical relationship, mistress and slave. The gods only know, but if I had come to you as an equal, or as nearly an equal as a ruling monarch may have, we might never have become lovers. But you crave dominance, I crave submission. I want some form of slavery back in my life. I want to be your slave again."

B'Elanna made a face, "But I have married you! It isn't possible, even if I wanted it!"

"No, not in public, of course. Even I do not wish to be beaten, used and humiliated before the court. But I would gladly be your slave in private," Kathryn finished up. "That's all I ask: let me be your slave in private."

"And then what does marrying Annika have to do with it?" B'Elanna wanted to know. " She rose and handed her wife a towel.

Kathryn began to pat and caress B'Elanna dry and as she did so, she explained, "Part of being a slave is being used in front of others. If she were your wife, you could use me in her presence. I would have to share you, wait my turn, and watch you take her in your bed. In fact, I assume I would have to wait to be invited to your bed," Kathryn guessed.

"Do you like her well enough not to be jealous? Or would you want to share her with me?" B'Elanna inquired.

"I thought you might share me with her!" Kathryn laughed.

"This intrigues me, Kathryn. I am not entirely convinced, but I hate for you to be unhappy. If I have made an error, I will correct it. I thought once I made you royal, you would not only leave your slavery, but you would despise it. But in truth, I, too, enjoy your submission to me. I always have. Now," she said, taking her wife by the shoulders, "I must work in my study. Do you prefer to work with me, or have you something else to do?"

"I need to visit the library, but I will bring my books upstairs and join you shortly," Kathryn told her spouse. She took B'Elanna's hand and kissed it. "You are a wise and gracious ruler. I will trust your judgement, as I always have."

"I love you, Kathryn," B'Elanna sighed, her cheek against Kathryn's hair. "The gods were smiling when they brought us together."