Consort: Chapter Nine

by EZTrek1

In the morning, Kathryn awakened B'Elanna with oral sex as she had when she was a slave. When the Queen was done coming, and was still laughing with delight at the lovely surprise, she turned Kathryn on her stomach in the bed, and butt-fucked her with the handle of the whip until she screamed for mercy.

"Mercy? As in stop drilling you, or mercy, as in let you come?" B'Elanna demanded.

Kathryn made unintelligible noises of need, leaving B'Elanna to figure it out for herself.

"Very well," B'Elanna responded, and while continuing to twist and turn the lash handle in Kathryn's anus, she reached under her and began to tease and pinch her agonized clit.

With a whoop, Kathryn bellowed and came in her wife's arms, screaming her name and writhing as if in the most incredible agony. It felt as if B'Elanna had yanked the little nubbin, so puny by Olvarian standards, right off.

"Thank you, my love! Thank you, thank you, thank you!" Kathryn shouted, and then the Queen's mouth descended to the Consort's sex, and lovingly and gently brought her off several more times, until Kathryn had to beg her lover to stop.

"Bathe, dress and join me for breakfast in the dining room. Use your apartments so I can bathe at the same time," B'Elanna ordered. "I wish to discuss something with you as soon as possible."

"Yes, my lord," Kathryn agreed with a lovely and satisfied smile. She rose from the bed, kissed her wife goodbye for the moment, and went next door.

When the Queens sat down to eat, B'Elanna still wore only a dressing gown. "I have not yet dressed, as I wish you to help me choose what to wear," she explained as servants poured coffee and filled their plates.

B'Elanna waited until Kathryn had been served and nodded to the butler, "Dismissed."

As they ate, B'Elanna began, "With your permission, and only with your permission, I will ask Annika for her hand in marriage."

Kathryn gasped. "When? Today? Now?"

"Very soon. But do you agree? If not, I will not, I cannot, do it."

"Oh, yes, my lord. I just thought . . . it would take me longer to convince you," Kathryn explained. "Yes, today, by all means. Ask her!"

"I intend to ask no other, ever, again," B'Elanna went on. "And I do this only at your request and in light of the lengthy relationship she and I already share. You seem so certain that it is necessary."

"And you do not?" Kathryn inquired, buttering toast.

"I greatly desire Annika, and I enjoy her in my bed as I do no other but you. But understand, Kathryn, you are the great love of my life, and I do this more for you than for myself or Annika. It is a gift to you, my response to your request to permit you your slavery, more so than for her or for me. I will take her as my wife so that when we both want it, you can enjoy being my slave. Not," she finished with a sly smile, "that I don't enjoy it as well."

"You enjoyed me as your slave last night, that was obvious," Kathryn confirmed, "as I enjoyed it, and as I enjoy the marks you gave me."

"Are you sore?" B'Elanna grinned.

"Oh, yes, my lord, and thank you again," Kathryn blushed.

"After I wed Annika, I will allow her to see you beaten, and I will keep the marks fresh," B'Elanna promised.

"I can hardly wait for her to see me worship you," Kathryn purred.

"You can never stop being my Queen Consort, the Duke of Paxverdi, my advisor and my beloved wife," B'Elanna reminded her. "I will give you back your slavery in addition to these things, not in place of it, and in public, you will be regal and proper as ever, even commanding when required," B'Elanna told her wife. "Is that clear?"

"Yes, my lord. Slavery in private only, and never to be mentioned to anyone but Annika."

"I warn you, when I treat you as my slave, you will be at my mercy, and I will amuse myself with Annika at your expense, and allow your suffering to enhance our pleasure," B'Elanna said seriously.

"Please, my lord. You are making me wet," Kathryn giggled.

"Good. I like you wet and hot and needy for me. And you will stay needy, wife, because if she accepts me, I will spend the night with Annika. You will sleep alone, and think of us together," B'Elanna decreed, throwing her napkin down. "Now come and help me decide what to wear today for riding, and tonight. I want to impress Annika favorably."

"How can you not?" Kathryn inquired, rising to follow her lordly wife. "You are her Queen and lover. She swoons with desire just to look at you."

"She had better," B'Elanna said, stopping to hold the door open for her wife, and swatting her ass as she walked through it.

Kathryn gasped, turned back and pressed against B'Elanna. "You would make me burn all night again, my lord?"

"I would, my slutty Consort. But help me lay out my clothes for later and then we must go riding. If you are a very good slut, I may find time to take you before I go to see Annika. Oh, and we must visit the vault for a suitable gift for her."

"Of course! I love selecting presents," Kathryn agreed.

Kathryn went through B'Elanna's closet, trying this and that, until she had decided upon white trousers, a gold satin shirt, a darker gold brocade coat, and white patent leather dress boots, with fine silk hose.

"There! Annika will never be able to resist you!" Kathryn cried. "Nor can I!" And she dropped to her knees to kiss B'Elanna's boots.

"Slut," B'Elanna growled. "You all but beg for the lash."

"You may assume I am always begging for it, and to be taken, and used, and to serve you, my lord," Kathryn confirmed.

"Later. Dress me to ride, and yourself as well. Would you like to ride Massinia today?" B'Elanna asked, referring to Kathryn's magnificent warhorse, who had become B'Elanna's own horse when she was captured with Kathryn.

"Oh, but she is Your Majesty's horse," Kathryn objected.

"I gave her back when we were married," B'Elanna reminded her.

"I will ride her, then," Kathryn smiled, "and we will trade next time."

"Let us hurry then. I have several nobles waiting and ready to discuss the royal lottery," B'Elanna said, reaching down to raise her wife. "Although I would much rather stay here and let you lick my boots, now that I am growing accustomed to it again."

"Darling! You say the nicest things!" Kathryn laughed.

After they dressed and were going out together, Kathryn remarked, "Do you remember how I dressed you before you proposed to me, in the field against the Emicrani?"

"You had no idea you were dressing me for such an occasion," B'Elanna recalled, taking her wife's hand.

"Ah, but you were luscious, all in black with that gold and silver sash, and your sword," Kathryn said, her eyes shining. "I would have chosen the same thing, even if I had known. After all, I had only a fraction of your wardrobe to choose from, unlike today. In fact, I had to borrow your clothing to be knighted the next day," Kathryn reminisced as they approached the stables.

"I remember. You were luscious, too," B'Elanna said, giving Kathryn a last quick squeeze, and then the nobles were before them, bowing and kissing their hands, and further discussion was postponed until after their ride.

A couple of hours later, B'Elanna was hustling Kathryn up the broad marble stairs, "Hurry, wench, so I can have my way with you!" she hissed.

Kathryn laughed. B'Elanna often found riding stimulating, and when she had been B'Elanna's slave, B'Elanna thought nothing of knocking Kathryn off her horse and taking her in the bushes or the stable, where everyone could hear their pleasure. Since Kathryn was now the Queen Consort, however, such public displays were impossible, and B'Elanna just had to wait until she could have her wife in private.

B'Elanna kicked the door shut behind them and grabbed Kathryn's wrist, "On your knees to your lord and Queen. Get down where you belong!"

Kathryn dropped like a stone into a pond and began pawing at B'Elanna's pants as the Queen backed toward the foot of the bed.

As B'Elanna sat and wiggled backwards up the bed, Kathryn finally managed to expose her, and with a groan of happiness, she plunged into B'Elanna's molten cleft, and from that moment on, nothing but sighs of utter contentment were heard in the royal bedchamber. Then, finally, as she imprisoned Kathryn's face and tongue deep within her, B'Elanna's shrieks of absolute fulfillment shredded the relative calm in the room.

Kathryn could have swooned, herself, at the speed and pressure with which her Queen rubbed her swollen womanhood all over her face. Nothing else excited Kathryn as wildly as B'Elanna's desire and complete satisfaction. Fluids pulsed in a steady stream from one Queen to the other, Kathryn lapping and gobbling the nectar as fast as she was able. While she envied Annika's ecstasy with B'Elanna this evening, she wouldn't have kept either of them from it, not for the world.

"Oh, Kathryn, Kathryn, my love," B'Elanna panted, hauling her Consort up and into her arms. "How I will miss you this night!"

"And I you, my lord," Kathryn breathed, so content that she did not beg for her own release.

But B'Elanna, knowing she would miss her wife, quickly scooped her up and carried her to the private throne room, where she sat down on the double throne with Kathryn in her lap. There she held her Consort, kissing her, sliding her hand inside Kathryn's jodhpurs, finding Kathryn soaked and hot and ready for her touch. "Shall I leave you this way, until I return in the morning?" B'Elanna asked, her fingers deep inside Kathryn.

"Whatever pleases you, pleases me," Kathryn whispered, kissing the Queen.

"If I take you, I will need you to take me," B'Elanna remarked, as if undecided.

"You have many women, my lord. Use all of us as you see fit," Kathryn suggested.

"I could shackle you on the massage table and have the Chamberlain release you at intervals to see to your personal needs," B'Elanna thought aloud.

Kathryn laughed. "You would never let the Chamberlain see me in such a position, now that I am your Consort," she pointed out.

"Too bad," B'Elanna returned, allowing Kathryn to slide to the floor. "Remove your clothing, slut, and lie down on your back so I can see your shamefully wet twat."

Kathryn obeyed, quick yet graceful, and lay down with her legs apart, knees bent, displaying herself to the Queen.

"Touch yourself, but stop short of orgasm," B'Elanna ordered.

Kathryn began to massage her swollen genitals, writhing sinuously against the Queen's boots, panting and looking up into her eyes.

"Shall I make you come like that, like a slave?" B'Elanna inquired.

"Oh, my lord, do as you wish with me," Kathryn moaned.

B'Elanna kicked her stool into place and put her foot on it. "Hump my boot, slave, but slowly. Very slowly."

Kathryn rose as far as her knees and sank to the delectable leather. "Oh, please, please, B'Elanna," she begged.

"Look up at me while I boot-fuck you," B'Elanna growled.

"Mercy, I can't hold back," Kathryn pleaded, the sudden use of the phrase she loved pushing her to the edge. She gripped her lord's leg behind her knee and bit down hard on her lip, rocking slowly, shuddering at the spasms that came when she suppressed her orgasm.

"Tonight, when you are alone, think of this," B'Elanna commanded and with that order, she jolted Kathryn's crotch hard and made her come all over her boots, the stool and the floor, until she could no longer support herself, and fell into her own puddle of liquids.

B'Elanna looked down at Kathryn, and felt a surge of power rush through her. "Bring me wine and lick up your mess, every drop, slut." She grinned triumphantly as Kathryn rushed to obey, and then as Kathryn began to lap up the honey that had spilled everywhere, B'Elanna's own desire surged. The touch of Kathryn's delicate tongue on her boots was maddening.

"Enough. Eat me!" she roared.

Kathryn's face was between B'Elanna's legs instantly, forcing the Queen to put her goblet aside and wrap her hands in Kathryn's hair. In mere minutes she was thrusting into the tongue of the woman who worshipped and adored her as no other woman ever had.

"Take me, Kathryn, take every drop! Aaaaahhhh - iiieeeeeeeeeeeee!" The two Queens moved together in their dance of love until the Queen Regnant had no more to give and slumped on her throne as aftershocks coursed through her, and Kathryn cleansed her lovingly of every drop of love juice.

The Consort smiled up at her lover. "See that you feed Annika equally well tonight."

"Never fear. I shall," B'Elanna promised.