Consort:Chapter Twelve

by EZTrek1

Annika felt that one of the many pleasures in the process of becoming B'Elanna's wife was the opportunity to see the Queen in her many uniforms, a sight that never failed to arouse the young woman.

When B'Elanna entered Annika's bedroom after knocking once, the former concubine swallowed audibly at the sight of her wife-to-be. The dark, trim, high-waisted uniform pants hugged B'Elanna's hips and contrasted sharply with the gleaming white shirt, open at the collar to bare the Queen's lovely, kissable throat. Her glistening boots caught the light of the fire and seemed to give off sparks as she strode into the room.

B'Elanna stopped and looked at her fianc饬 who was lying in the bed with her legs wide apart, slowly stroking herself with the handle of the swagger stick she had been given to play with.

"So, you've started without me?"

Annika shook her head, "No, my lord. I wanted to stay warm for you. Have you been with your wife?"

B'Elanna crossed too the bed and sat down. "I have. Her mouth was on me all the way home in the coach." She leaned down and took Annika's lips with her own. The stick dropped from the young woman's hand and she reached up to run her fingers through the Queen's luxuriant dark mane.

"And . . . just now?" Annika gasped.

"I have returned the favor and tucked her in. My pleasure is yours for the rest of the night," B'Elanna promised, grabbing Annika's wrists.

"Then give it to me, and my own as well," the beautiful aristocrat demanded.

"Not so fast. You must earn it," B'Elanna told her.

"You are cruel and demanding, my lord," Annika grumbled.

"You must burn for me as she does. You must learn to wait and pleasure me until I am ready to touch you," B'Elanna whispered, holding Annika's wrists in her steely grip, and kissing her roughly.

"I burn for you all day. I long for you," Annika protested. "And I have devoted five years to your pleasure."

"Yet you are still greedy for your own," B'Elanna grinned. "How does that come to happen, pray tell? By now you should want nothing but to lie under me and suck me until my come fills your ears."

"Your pleasure is so strong that it makes my entire body cry out for you, as it has always done," Annika groaned, pressing against her lover. "I want your pleasure, but it maddens me at the same time. I cannot come enough with you."

"You never will, I promise. You will always be left wanting. You know I keep my women that way." B'Elanna chided, but gently.

"I love being your woman," Annika sighed. "Please take me now, my lord. We have been apart since last night, and you have been with your wife."

"Repeatedly," B'Elanna agreed. "And I still want you, despite my earlier pleasures. I know you can wait longer. My needs are strong, and I will have you. Get up on your knees, and face the head of the bed." She let go Annika's wrists so that she could comply with the command. Annika spread her legs to steady herself and B'Elanna's was pleased to see rivulets of honey running down the insides of Annika's thighs. She rummaged in a drawer of the nightstand and came up with wrist restraints, which she used to fasten Annika in place. Further searching produced the toy she wanted, a double headed strap-on. Opening her pants, she slipped it into herself and fastened it, then moved behind Annika and easily entered her, making her arch and gasp.

"Move," the Queen commanded. "I am bursting to come."

"As am I," Annika reminded her.

"Not now," B'Elanna said. "Your need will strengthen my own pleasure. After a while, you may feel pleasure as well. Now move your hips."

With her wrists in the shackles, Annika could not reach down to touch her own clitoris and B'Elanna deliberately ignored it as she concentrated on her own needs. Annika thrust back and arched against B'Elanna at a pace guaranteed to satisfy the demanding woman who would soon be her spouse. The sensation of B'Elanna's erect nipples against her back, and the grip of B'Elanna's hands on her breasts further stimulated Annika, so that even though she could not gain release, she was inspired to work for B'Elanna's, which increased her own burning need while B'Elanna climaxed to her heart's content. The Queen had been right; Annika could wait, and she would wait, until it pleased the Queen to release her.

In the harem, B'Elanna had always let Annika come, usually several times, and without waiting, because B'Elanna herself was usually already satisfied, or could take the others once she was done with Annika. Being alone with B'Elanna required greater patience and expenditure of energy before being rewarded. Annika was unused to such discipline, but she found that sulking and complaining brought nothing but greater discipline, and occasional punishment. She was learning to please the Queen in different ways, but the road wasn't always smooth and straight.

"Are you this demanding with your wife, the Queen Consort?" Annika asked petulantly.

"Hush, woman! You interfere with my pleasure," B'Elanna snarled, twisting Annika's nipples sharply.

"Forgive me . . . aaaaaaaggggghhhh!" Annika cried as the merciless Queen bit her deeply enough to draw blood.

"More demanding," B'Elanna grunted. "And so it shall be with you, wench! Now shut up while I fuck you!"

Groaning, Annika snapped her hips back and forth until she felt B'Elanna go still for a split second, and then she was knocked nearly flat as the Queen's climax erupted against her rounded backside and drove the dildo further into her cunt. "Godddddsssss! B'Elannaaaaaaaaaa!" Annika cried in agony as the Queen punished her with orgasms that threatened to tear her apart.

Finally B'Elanna fell away, pulling the dildo free and releasing a flood of their combined juices into the sheets. She rolled over onto her back and panted, leaving Annika twisting in her restraints.

"By the gods, why must you resist and argue with me?" she demanded, giving Annika's bottom a swat. It felt so good, she followed it with several more, until both globes were red and warm. With a twinge of regret, B'Elanna caressed them gently and kissed them soothingly.

Annika gasped and hissed at B'Elanna's gentle touch. "Because you love to conquer me, darling," Annika said sweetly, waving her freshly paddled backside in B'Elanna's face. "Release me and I will feast on you, sweet lord."

"I should wipe my boots with you," B'Elanna grumbled. "I despair of teaching you your place."

"My place is between your legs," Annika observed. "Let me go, love, and I will please you even more."

"Yes, get down," B'Elanna agreed, undoing the shackles. "If I keep you under me all night, might you learn your lesson?"

"I will learn to love you even more," Annika promised, beaten. She removed the rest of B'Elanna's clothing and humbly crept under her thighs, where she spent the rest of the evening licking her lord's clit to one explosion after another, without coming but also without complaining.

"I will reward you in the morning," B'Elanna yawned, pulling Annika's head deep between her thighs. "Sleep well, my love."

Spread-eagled under the Queen's hips, Annika had no choice but to obey. She nuzzled B'Elanna's pussy one last time and lay still. She was beginning to understand what it was to be the Consort Royal; what it was to be like Kathryn.



***

In the morning, Annika woke to the extraordinary sensation of the Queen's mouth upon her womanhood, greedily devouring her, jerking her long-neglected clit to attention. Looking up, Annika saw, and then felt, the Queen's own sex, dripping honey onto her face, and she reached eagerly for B'Elanna's hips, to draw her down into her mouth.

Annika began to moan with the pressure in her groin, the heat of the build-up. Her needs were almost as strong as the Queen's, the demands of her body almost as insistent. In the harem she had had access to the other concubines. In B'Elanna's royal apartments, it was B'Elanna or her own hand, and Annika well knew that B'Elanna much preferred her women to wait for her and not touch themselves. Annika believed it was an easier matter for Kathryn, who had only one clitoris and rather a small one at that. For Annika, waiting was torture.

"Oh, 'Lanna, 'Lanna my love," Annika begged. "Please make me come, please, please, don't stop!" She writhed as if possessed, which she was, of course, by her lord the Queen.

"It pleases me to hear you beg, my love," B'Elanna said through a mouthful of hot sweetness. "It indicates a willingness to accept your role and learn your place."

"Oh, please, B'Elanna, let me come. I'm learning, I promise. I beg you, my lord," Annika all but sobbed.

"We shall see," the Queen murmured. To forestall further discussion, she covered Annika's mouth completely and made her eat royal flesh until both of them achieved intense orgasms together. B'Elanna then pulled back, letting Annika pleasure her until she was emptied of all response. She rolled away from Annika, leaving her still in want, satisfied but not satiated.

"My lord is an exacting teacher," Annika observed ruefully.

"You know, you would do well to observe my wife carefully. She pleases me with no personal expectations, content to wait for my touch, content with whatever I give her. And the more she needs me, the more I want her. I am sure it would work as well for you," B'Elanna lectured her Consort-elect.

"My lord, your wife is not an Olvarian. You know yourself the depths with which I burn. It cannot be the same for Her Majesty," Annika objected.

"While I cannot contest that, I would point out that there has been many an Olvarian consort before, and every one of them has understood that the pleasure of the Queen supercedes all other considerations. In fact, I suggest you visit the library, as Kathryn does, and read the Royal Histories. You can gather much with some diligent work," B'Elanna suggested.

"As my lord commands," Annika bowed her head. This was an argument she could not win, and to pursue it would be folly.

"Good," B'Elanna nodded, getting up. She found one of her dressing gowns in Annika's closet, and belted it around her waist. "You have engagements today, I expect. Will you be joining us for lunch?" This was B'Elanna's way of saying she would breakfast alone with her wife.

"Yes, my lord. I will see you at midday," Annika said quietly.

"Very good. Until later, my love. Perhaps we can go riding one day soon." B'Elanna bent to kiss her lover goodbye and left, closing the door quietly behind her.

Annika put her head down on her pillow and cried.


***

"Good morning, sweetheart," B'Elanna said, sliding into bed behind Kathryn. She began to kiss the back of Kathryn's neck and stroke her backside at the same time.

Kathryn laughed. "You smell wonderful, darling! Essence of Annika?"

"Without a doubt, my love. Do you like it?" B'Elanna reached over Kathryn's hip and began to caress her nipples.

Almost immediately, Kathryn began to undulate in her spouse's grasp. "Oh, yes, my lord. Mmmmm, please my lord," she whispered, opening her legs as far as she could.

" 'Oh, yes, please' what?" B'Elanna demanded.

"Please touch me. Please," Kathryn squeaked, writhing.

"I shouldn't. I prefer to have you longing for me," B'Elanna thought aloud.

"As you wish, of course," Kathryn gasped, shuddering as B'Elanna's fingers slipped deep inside her from behind.

B'Elanna sighed. "I love you, Kathryn. I love you so. I love to feel you like this, to hold you and love you softly. You don't want me to stop, do you?"

"No, never, my love . . . ah . . . ah . . . aaaaahhhhhhhhh!" Kathryn moaned as she came gently, but completely, for her beloved. "Oh, B'Elanna, how lovely! I didn't expect that at all!"

"You please me, wife. In every possible way," B'Elanna added, removing her fingers and licking them. "And you arouse me like no other with your sweet submission. You may have me now, lover. I will gladly come for you." She turned over on her back and instantly Kathryn's tongue was on her wife's oozing sex.

Suddenly B'Elanna cried out softly and came in Kathryn's mouth. "Oh, oh, my gods, Kathryn, you know me so well. You can make me come as if I hadn't had it a few minutes ago. You have me completely under your spell."

"I am so glad to hear it, my lord," Kathryn smiled.

"Let us bathe and have breakfast. Annika won't be joining us until lunch," B'Elanna informed her, and they went into the bathroom to wallow in warm, sudsy water together.

Sunlight pooled on the pink marble floor of the dining room as they were served from silver chafing dishes by expert servants. When Kathryn observed that both Queens had all they desired, she dismissed the retainers with a nod, so that she and B'Elanna could enjoy their privacy.

"When does Annika go to visit her family?" Kathryn asked.

"This weekend. That is why I am sleeping with her every night this week, as I know she will miss me, and she certainly needs my training and influence. She vexes me so with her demands," B'Elanna growled, shaking her head.

"What demands?" Kathryn was curious.

"She seems to believe she will receive pleasure greater than or equal to what she had in the harem. I have tried to make it clear she cannot. Unlike you, she is not content with my pleasure. I am at a loss," B'Elanna confessed.

"Annika is used to being the favorite and to being physically content. She is unused to the continuous nature of your demands on her. And she is an Olvarian, so her needs more closely approximate yours than mine," Kathryn pointed out.

"So I have been told," B'Elanna answered wryly, "and I made it cost her to tell me so. Yet I understand her feelings. It is a dilemma; how to keep her constantly needing me without too much discomfort."

"You are a strategist and a tactician. I am sure you can work it out," Kathryn smiled.

"I will work on it. I must if we are to have any peace," B'Elanna acknowledged.

When they were done eating and the servants had returned and cleared away, Kathryn went to B'Elanna's chair and knelt at her feet. "Now, my lord, I have given some considerable thought to your wedding gift."

"And do you intend to present it on your knees, my love?" B'Elanna smiled. She bent and opened Kathryn's mouth in a deep kiss, and without a word, Kathryn opened B'Elanna's pants and lifted one leg over the arm of her chair to gain access to her womanhood. Soon the comforting sound of sucking and licking filled the room and B'Elanna's eyes closed in utter bliss. "Ah, yes, Kathryn, my darling, my little come-sponge," she sighed. In moments, she was shuddering in deep pleasure as she filled her wife. She remained unmoving as Kathryn licked her clean of all of her lubricants.

"Thank you for sharing your pleasure with me, my lord," Kathryn said, humble and grateful to B'Elanna as she had ever been.

"You miss me at night," B'Elanna stated with a sigh. "You shall have me to yourself all next week."

"Yes, just me and your sex slaves and your harem," Kathryn laughed as B'Elanna helped her to her feet and embraced her affectionately.

"I shall sleep only with you, no matter how many of my women receive my pleasure during the day," B'Elanna promised.

"That will be lovely, of course, but there is still the matter of your wedding gift," Kathryn reminded her wife.

"I should have known that wasn't it," B'Elanna grinned.

"Come onto the terrace. I wish to give it to you there," Kathryn said, and taking B'Elanna's hand, she led her out to the arbor, where wrought iron furniture was placed for their convenience. Kathryn sat B'Elanna down and knelt again, From her pocket she withdraw a black velvet case and handed it to her wife.

Curious as ever, B'Elanna took it and opened it. When she beheld what lay within, she gasped and turned white, and almost dropped it. "No . . . no," she croaked. "You mustn't!"

"Please, my lord. Do not deny me. It is my great wish to give you this honor," Kathryn said, her deep blue eyes upon B'Elanna's warm brown ones.

"You don't know what this means," B'Elanna whispered. "The level of sacrifice! I could never ask it of you," she said shaking her head. Yet part of her already wanted it.

"My lord, it is really no sacrifice. It is merely symbolic of my devotion to you, my faithfulness, and my dependence upon you. It changes nothing. It is really only a gesture," Kathryn protested.

"No, it is far more. Come here, my love," B'Elanna commanded, pulling Kathryn up. She led her wife to the parapet and gestured expansively with her right arm while holding Kathryn close with her left. "From here I can only see the tiniest fraction of my Queendom. You know yourself its depth, its dimensions, its wealth. Yet, even the offer of this gift far exceeds all over which I rule. It is incomprehensible to me that anyone would ever do such a thing."

Kathryn leaned against her wife. "I beg you, my lord. Accept it as you accept my heart."

"I do accept your heart. It is my heart as well," B'Elanna murmured. "In fact, I need no other wife at all."

"If you can take a wife for me, can you not take this? Besides, you must give me a gift in return. It's tradition!" Kathryn smiled.

"Yes, the Paxverdian Jewel requires a response as grand as the gift itself." B'Elanna heaved a huge sigh and guided Kathryn back to the arbor where she made her wife sit beside her on the bench. B'Elanna picked up the box and regarded the contents thoughtfully.

Nestled in black velvet lay an unusual gold ring. It looked almost like a plain wedding ring, but where a jewel would normally rest, there was a square, flat plate. By lifting the plate, as one would open the cover of a book, a tiny keyhole was revealed. When the plate was closed, the keyhole was hidden.

The Paxverdian Jewel was a chastity device worn voluntarily by a female submissive. The ring itself pierced the labia directly over the clitoris, so that the organ was obstructed enough to prevent stimulation. The male version consisted of a solid gold sheath with the jewel itself worn to the front. Traditionally, if the dominant accepted the gift, it was their responsibility to provide the actual gem to be set on it.

B'Elanna said, "If I let you do this thing, when would you have it . . . done?" She winced. The idea of piercing Kathryn frightened her a little.

"I thought, since you and Annika will be gone for a month, I would have it done the morning after your wedding. You can be with me when it is done, then take your coach to the harbor. I will stay in bed a few days, and I can travel in two weeks. I will go to Paxverdi by coach and prepare for your visit." After the honeymoon, B'Elanna intended to take Annika to Kathryn's duchy where they would all meet and travel back into Olvaria proper together.

"But . . . a month!" B'Elanna exclaimed. "First, I hate the thought of being parted from you for a month, and second, even I would not deprive you for such a length of time. I would no longer deprive you for a day!"

"My love, think. You need the month to bond with Annika, who has never had you all to herself. I need a month to recover. It will work out perfectly, as I will be greatly distracted with my duties as Regent, my responsibilities in Paxverdi, and in preparing a royal welcome for you," Kathryn said gently.

B'Elanna took the ring out and turned it over in her hand. Kathryn saw her tremble and reached for her hand to steady it. "My lord, I beg you," she said simply. "Accept this gift. It is all I can give. I have nothing else!"

B'Elanna looked away, then down at the ring again. Taking a deep breath, she whispered, "I accept. Your chastity is a holy thing to me. I will honor it with a proper gift. I will have this set with something magnificent, and present it to you on the morning after my wedding, and I will hold you while the operation is done. Then a month later, in your own castle, I will take it off, and have you as the gods intended."

"Oh, B'Elanna! Thank you!" Kathryn cried, immensely relieved. She flung her arms around the Queen's neck and clung to her. "I will be your faithful wife and slave forever, I promise you with all my heart."

"You belong to me alone," B'Elanna responded fiercely. "Say it."

"I am your property forever, my lord. My pleasure shall be yours alone for the rest of my life," Kathryn said solemnly, looking up into B'Elanna's eyes.

Gently B'Elanna pushed her wife to her knees before the bench. "You are my slave and I am your lord, forever," she promised. And she kissed her wife to seal their vow. Kathryn would wear the Paxverdian Jewel.