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.