Consort: Chapter Ten

by EZTrek1


"Are you sure I look all right?" B'Elanna fretted, turning this way and that to see herself in the three panels of the full-length mirror.

"You look like a bride," Kathryn assured her. "You have the gift?"

"Here," B'Elanna patted her breast pocket, within which rested a spectacular sapphire and diamond pendant and earrings, selected by Kathryn. "I was not so well-prepared when I proposed to you," she said regretfully.

"However, that gave me a choice, and that was a rare privilege." Along with the Consort's sabre and her state signet ring, Kathryn had been permitted another selection, and she had wisely chosen the magnificent Torres emeralds, which went beautifully with her eyes.

"I must go," B'Elanna said, pulling Kathryn close. "I cannot forbid you to touch yourself while you wait for me, but I would prefer that you do not."

"Even if I do, I shall not climax until you hold me in your arms again. But, may I sleep in your bed tonight, B'Elanna?"

"It is our bed, not mine alone, and of course, that is what I expected you to do," B'Elanna said kindly.

"I wish you every success and every pleasure, my lord, and my love," Kathryn said, resting her head on B'Elanna's shoulder. Then B'Elanna tipped Kathryn's head back so that they could look into each other's eyes, and kiss, and then she was gone.

Kathryn smiled and went into the den. She had a budget proposal to go over, and a little more research to do. She could torture herself deliciously with thoughts of B'Elanna and Annika later, when she was in bed.


***

B'Elanna was somewhat annoyed to find her hands sweating as she made her way through the cool marble passageways to the harem. There was no reason for her to be nervous; she had bedded many a woman in her life, and this one was especially familiar to her. Not only that, but Annika had begged to stay far beyond the usual time for concubines, even when B'Elanna had married. Therefore, of all women, B'Elanna had the least to fear from this one.

But B'Elanna did not lack introspection, and knew why she was nervous. Annika was her favorite in the harem. In marriage, she would be the second wife, and not a Queen. Perhaps she would not wish a lesser status than Kathryn. Moreover, B'Elanna had known Annika far longer than Kathryn, yet she had chosen Kathryn first. Annika might be offended by that, by the fact that Kathryn was older, by the fact that she was foreign, or for reasons B'Elanna hadn't even thought of. A concubine was free to refuse to marry the Queen; anyone was! Such a humiliating possibility would have made anyone nervous, even a reigning monarch.

The harem was strangely silent when B'Elanna entered. All the concubines were there, they had to be, but they were in their rooms, either alone or in groups, except Annika, who had been told to remain alone until she received further instructions. B'Elanna walked down the long hall to the corner room traditionally occupied by the favorite and knocked.

"Come in," was the muffled response.

B'Elanna turned the knob and peeked in. Annika was seated at the foot of her bed in a pale rose gown, and she was crying, which explained why B'Elanna hadn't heard her very well.

"Oh! My lord!" Annika jumped up and sank quickly to her knees in greeting. "Please, please do not send me away. I ask nothing but to stay, Your Majesty!"

B'Elanna stopped dead in her tracks, totally baffled. Then realization dawned. Annika apparently thought she was meeting B'Elanna in private to spare her the humiliation of being sent away! With a secret smile, B'Elanna approached her kneeling concubine. "Why do you think such a thing?" she asked gently, sitting down.

"You have offered me my freedom before. I thought perhaps, after the other night, Kathryn, I mean Her Majesty, Kathryn, the Queen Consort, might have asked you to send me away," Annika explained, looking up at B'Elanna. "You look magnificent. Is there a state occasion today, my lord?"

"An occasion, yes," B'Elanna smiled, "but rather a more private one. And why did you think the Queen Consort would want me to send you away?"

"Because of the depth of desire and passion you displayed for me the last time we were together. I thought I heard her crying. I thought perhaps she had reached the limits of her patience," Annika sniffled.

B'Elanna pulled a clean linen handkerchief from her pocket and handed it over, pulling Annika against her leg. "Honey, you have nothing to fear. Kathryn's patience, understanding and love for me are boundless, as you will soon learn. No, she was not crying, and I am not here to send you away, my darling," B'Elanna purred, stroking her lovely concubine's hair to comfort her.

"What then, my lord? Why did you come to me alone, and in private?" Annika was clearly still anxious

B'Elanna swallowed and gathered herself. She was pleased that Annika had knelt before her, as proposing to a taller woman was a bit of a logistical problem. "Come here," she directed, pulling Annika between her legs, and taking her by the upper arms so she could look directly into the beautiful blue eyes, which were still wet with recent tears. "Annika, citizen of Olvaria, I would take you to wife as my Consort Royal. Will you marry me?"

Annika gave a little cry of shock. "But . . . you are already married!"

"The Queen of Olvaria may take as many wives, or husbands, for that matter, as she likes. Will you have me as your wife?" B'Elanna asked again.

"But . . . my lord . . . the Queen Consort . . . " Annika babbled.

"The Queen Consort has not only accepted this, but encourages it for our happiness and pleasure as a family. Now will you quit arguing with me and answer the question?" B'Elanna laughed, somewhat exasperated.

Annika was shaking with excitement. "Yes! Oh, yes! I will marry you, B'Elanna!" she gasped. "Yes, oh, please, yes!"

This brought a relaxed and pleased smile to the face of the Queen. "Then, Annika of Olvaria, I would seal this marriage contract with the traditional kiss of betrothal. Will you submit to me?"

"Oh, yes, please kiss me! Please!" Annika begged.

B'Elanna leaned forward and put one hand behind Annika's neck to steady her, then bent her head and sealed their engagement with the younger woman's first kiss.

Annika moaned as if she were already climaxing, and her honey began to seep down her legs under her beautiful gown. B'Elanna, too, was aroused by the moment, and she kept them sealed together in that first kiss as long as she possibly could, reveling in the taste and texture of Annika's lips and tongue, and enjoying the desperate whimpers of pleasure that escaped the lips of her new fianc饮

When B'Elanna finally permitted them to separate long enough to breathe, Annika freed herself and fell at B'Elanna's feet, kissing her boots with a grateful fervor she could not hide. Looking down at the young woman, B'Elanna's heart contracted with love, and she reached down, released the long, golden hair and let it cascade over her glistening boots as Annika worshipped her. B'Elanna made no move to attenuate this display. As Kathryn had taught her, B'Elanna needed the spontaneous and unrestricted submission of her wives, and it was important for all of them to be free to express their needs, and have them met, without resistance.

Finally, Annika subsided, panting and B'Elanna pulled her back up to her knees. "I believe you may be in some discomfort, darling," she joked, reaching under Annika's gown. "Allow me."

Quickly her hand moved up, fingers dancing through the moisture that rolled down Annika's legs, until they found their mark. "Would you like to come while we are kissing?" B'Elanna whispered, their lips bare millimeters apart.

"Oh, gods, yes, please, please," Annika groaned, clutching at B'Elanna's thighs. Then she moved so she could throw her arms around her lover's neck, and spread her legs further, and looking up at her liege and lord, kissed her hungrily, as B'Elanna made love to her on her knees. B'Elanna wisely decided this time to use her woman's natural tendency toward submission to keep her enthralled forever.

"Oh, yes, come for me, darling, come like that, and you will always want it, and you will always want me, and no other," B'Elanna murmured as they kissed, and her fingers thrust deeply into Annika, nearly lifting her from the floor.

"I have never . . . ever . . . wanted any other," Annika swore as her hips thrust against the invading, loving hand in return.

"You will belong only to me, no matter how many women I take," B'Elanna remarked. "I take it this is to your liking?"

"Yes, Majesty, yes, my lord. Please, love, pleeeease!" Annika cried, pressing harder for release at B'Elanna's feet, and by her hand. "Oh, please!"

"Yes, my darling, I want to feel you come, just like this, at last. We have waited far too long." She massaged the swollen external clit, heavy in her hand, as Annika's hips pumped to her rhythm. B'Elanna felt Annika's legs trembling and lent her strength so that Annika wouldn't slip away from her as she came.

"Oh, gods . . . oh, gods . . . uh . . . uh . . . B'Elanna," Annika gasped, and then she lost control, what little she had, "Oh, 'Lanaaaaaaaaaaaa,!" she screamed as the Queen kissed and caressed her orgasms to the surface and beyond. "Please! Oh, 'Lanaaaaaaa!"

Annika bounced up and down on her knees, coming and gushing as she had never come before. She clung to B'Elanna, helplessly swaying and moaning, until she was spent, and slid back to the floor, her cheek against the Queen's boot, and then she began to kiss and stroke those shining white boots again. At that, B'Elanna rose and tore the covers off the bed, bent and lifted her lover and placed her on the sheets, lovingly undressing her as she recovered from both the shock of her marriage proposal and the tumultuous orgasms that accompanied it.

"Are you all right, sweetheart?" B'Elanna inquired. She slipped out of her coat and shirt, and opened her trousers slowly to tease Annika, who was already reaching for her. "Oh, yes. You'll get your chance," B'Elanna promised. "Starting now." She slipped off her boots and threw her pants and underthings aside with a flourish.

B'Elanna spread Annika's legs and knelt upright between them so she could display her own extraordinary arousal to her lover. "I want your mouth on me," she said, spreading her labia. "I want your tongue inside me; deep inside me. I want to come all over your pussy. I want to soak you with my wetness."

"Oh, yes, B'Elanna, let me touch you, let me taste you, please," Annika requested earnestly.

"You need not ask twice," B'Elanna said. Moving forward, she pushed Annika onto her back and mounted her with authority, covering her eager mouth with her thick, dripping bush. "Now, woman, pleasure your lord."

Annika was only too happy to obey that royal command. She fastened herself to B'Elanna and sucked her as if her pussy were life itself. So fierce was her entry that B'Elanna had to grab the headboard to steady herself, and so sharp was Annika's attack upon her sex that B'Elanna felt pre-orgasmic spasms in mere moments.

"Stop," B'Elanna said, pulling back. "I would kiss as I come."

"Yes, yes, of course," Annika agreed, hauling B'Elanna down on top of her.

Although B'Elanna tried to hold back, kissing her young lover as Annika stroked her was far too much to resist, and in any event, B'Elanna had no reason to hold back. The sooner she came, the sooner she could come again.

And that was precisely what she did, all night long.


***

B'Elanna's breath caught in her throat as she awoke in broad daylight, her head on the pillow next to Annika's. The woman was stunningly beautiful, relaxed in sleep or wide awake, laughing, singing, dancing. She would be an enormous credit to B'Elanna when they appeared together in public. The entire realm would be abuzz with it by nightfall. Everyone would envy the Queen and her two beautiful wives, the fairest, the strongest, the smartest in the land, and they were hers, all hers.

"Wake up, my love," B'Elanna whispered, and she smiled to see the look of joy on her new mate's face when Annika found B'Elanna in her bed, and the realization that she was to be married came flooding back.

"Oh, B'Elanna! Then it wasn't a dream!"

"No, unless we are both still asleep. Get up love, for we must . . . by the gods, I totally forgot!" B'Elanna cried, and she jumped up and scrabbled through her clothing to find the sapphires. Annika had put out her shirt and underthings to be taken away, but her coat and trousers were neatly draped on a chair. "My love, this is for you, and I'm so sorry. I meant to give them to you right away."

B'Elanna approached the bed and knelt on one knee, opening her hands to offer her gifts. "Will you accept these as a token of my pledge to you?"

Annika gasped. She and her family owned nothing so extraordinary, yet she knew their worth on sight. "Oh, my lord, please get up. Yes, but I don't deserve . . . "

"Hush! They are mine to give, and you will wear and enjoy them. I command you!" B'Elanna said playfully. "Find something to wear with them, so that I may present you to the Queen Consort."

"Now?" Annika's eyes widened.

"Yes, right now, as soon as we bathe and dress. I will escort you to your new quarters immediately, and your things will be packed for you and sent down later," B'Elanna told her.

"Oh, my goodness! I hadn't given a thought to that! Then, am I to live with you already?" Annika asked.

"In a sense. You will live in the Consort's apartments, which adjoin mine. But we will go into that later. Hurry now," B'Elanna said, clapping her hands, and Annika flew into the bathroom to prepare.

It was less than an hour later when B'Elanna emerged from one of the hidden passages to walk down the broad marble staircase to the third floor, a radiant Annika on her arm.

The staff and soldiers they encountered, while not aware of what had transpired until that very moment, nevertheless responded by bowing from the waist or dropping to their knees as the women passed, making a simple passage from one part of the palace to another into a royal progress. Annika, splendid in a royal blue silk suit with flowing trousers and a deep neckline that displayed her sapphires to perfection, clung to B'Elanna's arm, smiling and nodding as regally as she could with short notice and little training.

Liveried servants swung open the doors to B'Elanna's suite, and closed them quietly when the women had passed through. Alerted by the sound of their footsteps, Kathryn met them in the anteroom outside the private throne room.

"Welcome home, my lord," Kathryn said, bowing.

"Your Majesty, may I present to you Annika, the Royal Consort-elect," B'Elanna said formally, releasing Annika to stand before Kathryn.

The former concubine knew what was expected, and quickly knelt at Kathryn's feet.

"Welcome, my dear Annika," Kathryn said, offering her hand. She felt Annika trembling with nervousness as the younger woman kissed her hand and quickly took it in both of hers, pulling Annika to her feet. Embracing her warmly, Kathryn went on, "I am sure you will be a wonderful addition to our little family," and she winked at B'Elanna over Annika's shoulder.

B'Elanna smiled back, relieved and happy. She could always trust Kathryn to know exactly what to say or do. "Come, let's ring for breakfast, and we can discuss this on full stomachs. Ladies?" She offered an arm to each of them and they proceeded to the dining room to begin their new lives together.