by Ruby Storm
VIRGIN QUEEN
An Ellora’s Cave Publication, May 2004
Ellora’s Cave Publishing, Inc.
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ISBN MS Reader (LIT) ISBN # 1-84360-925-8
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VIRGIN QUEEN © 2004 RUBY STORM
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. This book may not be reproduced in whole or in part without permission.
This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locales is purely coincidental. They are productions of the authors’ imagination and used fictitiously.
Edited by Pamela Campbell.
Cover art by Darrell King.
Virgin Queen
Ruby Storm
A New World
Earth was green again. The sun’s bright light no longer filtered its way through the dark clouds of dust that had filled the atmosphere for the past two hundred years. Instead, in the year 5006, brilliant beams of sunlight glistened off snowcapped mountains of the Grand Divide, the last group of rolling mountains left standing after the Great Shake that nearly devoured Earth. The world was reshaped with mankind’s last war, leaving only the North American land mass able to sustain any form of life. There were no more magnificent dams to provide power, no more of what the ancient people of the world called modern technology. Those who survived must again begin to build, begin to learn from their mistakes.
A new people emerged onto the continent from the near devastation and separated into eight Sectors. One such group, Sector Seven, consisted partially of a gentle breed of women who no longer had any understanding of archaic conveniences that had eventually taken its toll on Earth. Because of the many years that passed in total seclusion from any other survivors, the male populace of Sector Seven’s cult-like faction was able to guard a well-kept secret. Their women gradually became unknowing chattels led to believe they lived in a kinder society than what was written in the Ancient Chronicles. They mistakenly perceived themselves living in a society whose creeds were to never bear arms to make war and to spend their days preparing for a life with a loving husband.
This heavenly nirvana would continue to exist for the cautious men of Sector Seven—as long as the boundaries of their private world remained closed to outside forces…
* * * * *
Tennae raced across the thick valley of grass with the mountains framed against the azure sky behind her, unaware that only two centuries had passed since the world struggled to regain its equilibrium and not dissipate into a cold, desert-like planet devoid of any living human. She was oblivious that it was only a matter of time until the secrets of her Sector would be revealed and what she had always taken to be the norm would disappear and catapult her toward an unfamiliar land.
As she neared the edge of the thick forest, she glanced furtively over her shoulder, her heart pounding. Once again, she had outwitted the Virgin Watchers, escaped from their clinging presence, and stolen away for another heated tryst. She entered the dense foliage, her violet eyes glittering with the passion of young love.
A muscled arm snatched at her trim waist, halting her headlong progress. Moist, demanding lips instantly quieted Tennae’s surprised scream as she was drawn into the cover of the forest. Eager fingers plucked their way inside her bodice, nearly tearing the delicate material in their haste.
“Karn…” Tennae mumbled as she hurriedly aided him in the effort to free a milky breast tipped with a pink, erect nipple.
He said nothing. He only cradled Tennae’s lush young body and gently lay her onto the pine needles covering the ground, freed her other breast to the warm summer air, and buried his head between the swollen globes. Karn’s tongue soon replaced his tweaking fingers. His lips captured a pink areola, sucking at one and then its twin.
“Do not make me wait,” Tennae moaned as she clutched at the material of her gown and shoved it to the side to completely expose her womanly chest.
Karn rose to his feet, quickly freed his throbbing cock as he kicked his pants to the forest floor, and straddled her trembling body. Tennae had her breasts clasped in her petite hands as he lowered his erection and fucked the space between the velvety-soft mounds.
Perspiration beaded across his forehead as he pumped, and his large hands covered Tennae’s fingers to squeeze her breasts tighter. “I was beginning to think you could not make your escape today. The sun is near the horizon.”
“Hurry!” she groaned as he rocked harder.
At her urgent request, the tip of his cock was at her mouth a second later, begging entrance to the moist heat of her throat. Tennae opened her lips and Karn’s rigid shaft slid past her teeth. Her tongue curled around his thickness, refusing to let his manhood escape the clutch of her mouth.
Karn stroked slowly. Only a fortnight left to pass, he mused as her mouth pulled at his cock in long slow glides meant to milk him of his semen, until l enter her virgin sheath and she will be mine forever… That one fleeting thought combined with the sucking motion of her lips made his body spasm with pleasure. The firm cheeks of his ass tightened; his testicles burned from the friction of gliding thrusts that quickly changed to short, rapid twitches until his groin exploded with the flames of the fire she created. Come squirted to the back of her throat. He thrust forward, allowing her to drink as his loins emptied.
Tennae was a willing student of love. Karn forced a tender smile to his lips, knowing she needed to hear his empty words now. “I love you. Soon, you will be my wife. My heart weeps because so many days must pass until you are mine in every way.”
As she licked greedily at his cock, his thoughts turned to the past months and how he had managed during each tryst to coax her to perform various sexual acts. He would make her body writhe with an unknown hunger, using subtle touches meant to awaken the mature woman who lay sleeping inside. He’d told Tennae time and time again that most young lovers often touched one another’s bodies before marriage. Once he’d drawn her in like a moth to the flame, the rest had been easy. She was the one who now insisted they try a new sexual delight at each clandestine meeting. Only three weeks had passed since she’d started sucking his cock—something he’d never thought she would do.
“I love you, Karn. I have for many years now.” She licked the tip of his deflated penis to capture the last drop of come. “I loved you even before we were betrothed.” Tennae gently pushed him from her chest and rose to her knees. She clasped a breast in each hand and darted a tongue across her lips. “Please, Karn, suck my nipples. I cannot take this flame that burns hot in my womb. At one time, it would only flicker to a simple coal, but now? It scorches my belly and burns the area between my legs.” Her slender hips undulated with a will of their own, beckoning her love to somehow put out the fire.
Karn knelt beside her, bit at the nipple of one breast and caressed the roundness of the opposite with his fingers, yearning for the same release as she. As Tennae moaned with delight, his free hand dropped to the iron chastity belt that was mandated she wear. His fingers came in contact with the lock on her right hip, knowing its double also held her captive on the left. He moved his mouth to her other breast as she forced the nipple inside his mouth with a frustrated groan.
Many times she had begged for him to finger the small opening at the bottom of her belt, but he’d refused. She thinks it’s because I care… The truth was Karn couldn’t put himself through the torture of touching her pussy and not sliding into her heat. She wore the belt in keeping with the traditional laws of virgin protection and though he secretly scoffed at the inane idea, he only had a short time more to wait. The locks would be removed on their wedding day and, at last, sh
e would be free from the prison of her youth; liberated from the iron jail that had pinched her tender hips and thighs for the past seven years since they were betrothed. He would finally be allowed to break through the fine layer of virgin skin inside her.
“Stop!” The sudden plea escaped Tennae’s clenched jaw as she sank to the ground. “I cannot tolerate this fire that burns me!” She rolled to her side, breathing heavily to battle the flames licking at her womb.
Karn dropped to the ground beside her and gathered Tennae into his arms. “It is all right, my love. Soon, we will share one another’s bodies. The time will come when I can bring your lovely body to the edge of heaven and back.”
Tennae swiped at the tears on her cheek and gazed into his eyes. “Is it as wonderful as they say? Oh, Karn, I cannot wait to see what it is like.”
A smile flitted across his lips just before he pressed a kiss to her trembling mouth. Karn’s friends were jealous of his good fortune to be betrothed to the most beautiful virgin in Sector Seven. How envious would they be if they knew the hot, exciting things she could do with her mouth? “I can only say what I feel, my love. It is a wonderful sensation that brings both pleasure and beautiful pain at once. My stomach clenches tightly and my belly burns. It is said that an orgasm encompasses a woman’s entire body. Only you will be able to tell me if it is true.” His hand dropped to the hard metal that protected her.
Tennae spread her knees, fervently wishing she could feel the softness of his fingers against her. “Tell me…tell me what it will be like.”
“The burning will start here…” his hand rested momentarily between her silky thighs, then rose to where the iron covered the soft skin of her flat stomach, “it will move to boil through your belly…” his fingers lightly skimmed her midriff as they traced a path to her freed breasts. He cupped the heaviness of one, “and will end up scorching you here. The feeling will weaken your body and leave you aching to experience it once more.”
Tennae panted beside him, mesmerized at the idea of such a sensation whisking its way through her veins. She threw herself into his arms and hugged him tightly. “I have loved you for so long. I cannot imagine anything more wonderful than to be married to one who is my best friend.”
He smiled against her brow, inhaled the scent of her long hair, and realized his cock swelled simply with the smell of her body. He couldn’t wait to fuck her like he did the secret whores who lived in the Cave away from their city. He stifled his chuckle. Tennae also thought he was a virgin. “We will have a wonderful life, my sweet. Our children will someday hope for a love such as ours.”
It is true, Tennae smiled. This wonderful man has been in my life since I was a child. There is nothing I do not know about him.
“Tennae! You must come back!” The plea echoed through the forest. The lovers leapt to their feet.
“I must hurry and go before we are found!” Tennae whispered frantically and clasped the front of her gown together. “When will we meet again?”
Karn brushed his knuckles across the smooth skin of her cheek, affecting a faked and pained expression of sadness in his eyes.
She grabbed his hand, instantly knowing something was wrong.
He lifted her palm to his lips and pressed a kiss into its warm center. “Do not be upset. I must leave in the morning to take my turn at the borders.” He would not tell her the real reason was a clandestine weeklong orgy with the whores before he became a married man. His many friends waited for him at the edge of the Sector boundaries at that very moment.
“No!” Tennae tugged her hand from his grip. “We are going to be married in a fortnight. You cannot leave! What if something happens to you?”
“Hush, my love. We will have strength in numbers. We are peaceful people. Nothing has happened over the past two hundred years and nothing will happen now. We merely go to assure that others do not infiltrate our Sector.”
“Karn, no!” She clung to his waist with trembling arms. “I do not care if I cannot meet you. At least I will see you in the streets and know you are safe!”
“I will be fine and back on time for our marriage. Go now, they call again.”
He guided her lithe body to the edge of the clearing, assuring that her Watchers did not see him. Even though they were to be wed and, even though Tennae was imprisoned within her iron belt, the Watchers would go to the Council and Tennae’s reputation as a virgin would be doubted. The status he sought as husband of the Sector’s most beautiful virgin would be lost.
Cradling her, Karn drank one more time from her rosy lips before sending her away. As he watched her race across the valley to her home, he failed to notice the small group of men secreted behind a rock outcropping, eyeing the exquisite young woman, black hair whipping in the wind.
* * * * *
Tennae rose from the scented bath, her body tingling with the excitement of the coming week. Only seven days were left to pass before she would exchange vows with Karn and become his wife, his love, and his life partner. Soon, there would be no more secret rendezvous where he created nameless emotions with his promising lips and skillful fingers. Wetness leaked from her body with the simple thought of Karn’s hands on her. Tennae was ripe and ready to be loved fully.
Virgin Watcher One stepped before her, interrupting her sensuous thoughts. “Spread your legs, my dear.”
A frown creased Tennae’s feminine brow. “Must I wear the belt? I do not plan to leave my suite this morning.”
“One cannot be too careful. I have seen you touch your breasts with lust in your eyes. I understand the need that drives you.” As the Virgin Watcher dried Tennae’s pubic area before replacing the chastity belt, she lowered her voice and spoke to her charge as the other two Watchers prepared the young woman’s clothes for the day. “It has been said that in the past, women did not wear the belt to protect themselves. Sometimes, women took their own virginity because of the sensations living within them. Other times, there were men who were dreadful—they took women by force and stole their virginity.”
“Why would they do that?” To Tennae, who had grown up in a new world, the notion was hard to fathom. The male population was a far different breed from how Watcher One described them. A woman was promised to a man at an early age, and that man spent the virgin years learning to love and worship his future bride.
“No one is quite sure, but the history is said to be in our Credo.”
“But the Credo is only for a man’s eyes.”
Watcher One’s sudden nervousness showed in her trembling hands. “We will speak of it no more.” The subject was dismissed and she continued to dry Tennae’s pussy.
The light strokes brought Tennae’s thoughts to Karn’s tender touches that often turned wild with lust. She closed her eyes momentarily and pictured the sleek, thick length of his cock and how she loved the feel of it in her mouth. What would it feel like inside her pussy?
Virgin Watcher One glanced up and caught the flush that suddenly stained Tennae’s cheeks. “My dear, Tennae. Only one week left. Your entire life, you have been pampered and prepared for this great honor and, no matter what, I will see that it happens. Now, please spread your legs.”
A soft sigh escaped Tennae’s lips as she spread her stance to allow the iron prison between her legs. The hinges of the belt creaked when it closed over her stomach and Virgin Watcher One reached for the first lock.
A curdled scream echoed outside Tennae’s bedroom suite. A moment later, the large oaken door splintered away from its hinges and banged against the interior wall. All the Virgin Watchers except number One scurried to hide behind the flowing curtains in the room as the doorway filled with the bodies of large, burly men. Number One fell to her knees to snatch back the chastity belt that had fallen from her hands in surprise.
Tennae screamed and grabbed the towel that lay bunched on the floor to cover herself. She met the glittering eyes of a stranger who towered over her petite body. He was before her with two quick bounds and shoved Virgin Watch
er One away from him when the aged woman struck out in panic as she tried to replace the belt.
“Remove this old crow from my sight! Take the others with you!” his voice boomed out across the room. A man as large in stature rushed forward, looped an arm around the older woman, and tossed her screaming into the hall. The other women soon followed.
The stranger momentarily eyed his men’s progress before turning his gaze back to the naked woman who cowered before him. His large hand reached out to caress the black hair of the cringing female. “Ah, my lovely, I have waited for this day. For six nights you have haunted my dreams with your beauty. I am Hector of Sector One, and I have come to retrieve my bride.”
Tennae’s chin rose as she struggled to control her trembling. The men of her sector were smaller in physique, always clean-shaven, and wore silks against their bodies. The heavily bearded man who towered over her wore a fur-lined vest sheared above his flat belly and stretched taut across a massive chest. Bare, muscled arms hung at his sides. Her startled gaze followed a line of thick wiry hair that disappeared into soft leather pants—pants that outlined a bulging penis. Tennae’s gaze shot back to his face. Dark, wavy hair reminded her of a lion’s mane as it floated about his broad shoulders. But it was his eyes that completely stunned her. They were as blue as the afternoon sky, twinkling below dark arched brows.
“Have you nothing to say, woman?”
Never did her countrymen raise their voices in complete domination. She tightened the towel around her quaking torso. “I am afraid, sir, that you have entered the wrong room. I will thank you to leave.”
Hector heard more than one of his warriors chuckle behind him at the wench’s dismissal. “I think not, my lovely.” His gaze swept lower in appreciation where he noted the rounded tops of her breasts that were barely covered by the towel. He stepped closer, watching the beauty sink into the corner with fear darkening her violet eyes. Hector brushed the smooth skin of her cheek with a roughened finger. “Do not be frightened. Prepare yourself for a journey, woman.”