QueensQuest

by Suz deMello

  “Bring the queen’s jewelry box,” Storne told the woman kneeling at his feet. When she obeyed, he took out the gifts he’d given to me and, with a voice as silken as his lips, commanded my handmaidens to ready me for the clamps while he watched, reclining on the stone slab that would be our bed.

  “Suck the queen’s nipples.” He sipped wine. “They should be hard and red.”

  They obeyed with relish, with two servants latching onto my breasts, nibbling and kissing. Their soft lips contrasted with tiny tugs on the very tips and I fell into bliss with a happy moan. Storne smiled, his eyes never leaving my quivering body.

  I envisioned what he saw—the queen he had long sought, naked, being readied for him by beautiful slaves, themselves attired in robes that barely concealed their round breasts, slender waists and thickly furred deltas. I knew that many men liked to watch women enjoying each other, and judging by the sweat now gleaming on Storne’s shoulders, his intense scrutiny and his lengthening member, he was no different.

  A lovely redhead, one of Frayn’s cousins, I believe, let her long curls caress my belly, then raked her teeth over my areola. The contrast shot a thrill of desire through me and I clenched my hands in her hair. Another woman parted my legs to flick my clitoris, her tongue a dancing flame. Heat swept my body despite the cool bath. My knees weakened and another supported me from behind, her hand busy in the cleft of my buttocks. She pushed a finger inside me and I cried out.

  “Now,” he said, and picked up the nipple clamps.

  My handmaidens’ avid eyes followed everything he did, and I could tell from their musky sweat, their pants and sighs, that they were almost as excited as was I. Rall and Parron would no doubt be the beneficiaries of our love play, and I smiled to think of my two faithful guards’ pleasure.

  Storne bent his head and bit my breast, rubbing his tongue over my distended nipple before he gave it a hard suck. I moaned, and he snapped the first clamp onto the nipple. He wrapped the long chain around my neck, then trailed the second clamp over my still-free breast, which responded by hardening even more.

  I groaned, and the servant behind me stroked my bottom. She reached around me and spread my labia wider, and another fluttered her tongue over my clit before using her fingers to tug it forth. Storne clamped my other breast while he nibbled on my mouth. His lips lit a trail of fire down my neck, and my pussy, already wet, creamed anew.

  He reached my imprisoned breasts and pressed them together to suck my nipples where they protruded from the pearl-lined clamps.

  “Leave us now,” he ordered, his voice husky.

  The women scurried out of the room so quickly that the cloths guarding the opening flapped with the speed of their passing.

  Storne led me to the stone bench. Every movement twitched the clamps, stoking my arousal.

  “Sit,” he said, and poured me a goblet of red wine. I sipped it and watched while he served himself and sat beside me.

  We sipped wine. The candles had burned low, and the slight breeze from slits in the stone ruffled the curtains softening the harsh stone blocks. The very air was charged with the sensation that this very moment was crucially important, not just for us, but for our people.

  I set down my goblet and reached for him. At last, I thought.

  I dabbed tiny kisses over Storne’s jawline and he shifted so his lips met mine. Our open mouths touched, slid, explored, and his tongue penetrated my mouth with a languorous slowness that told me that he wanted our first complete lovemaking to be memorable.

  He rolled a captured nipple, pinched it as he nibbled on my lips. I moaned and reached for his cock. Still thick and hard… I lovingly stroked its length, cupping his balls.

  One hand clenched around my breast and the other fumbled for my pussy. He pushed me back onto the bench and parted my knees. The coolness of the stone slab was at my back while a wash of air tickled my pussy. “Still shaved and naked for me.” Storne’s voice was a dark, sexy growl laden with male lust. He nipped my ear, licked the tender spot.

  He parted my labia to find my clit and teased it, his calloused fingers gently abrading my most sensitive flesh. I gasped and tightened my grip on his length, imagining its round head pushing into my tight slit before piercing my narrow sheath.

  “I want you,” I said. “Now.”

  “Soon.” He took the clitoral clamp to affix it to my tender pearl, and a searing mix of pleasure and pain seized me. I grabbed the sides of the bench, tiny cries of lust escaping my throat. “Stand,” he said.

  He wrapped the chain around my waist. The Prince of Darkness had enchained me, throat, breasts, waist, clit. I was his, even without his cock stabbing into me. His, even without his seed quickening in my womb.

  He sat on the bench, and I stood before him. We let our hungry gazes take in the entirety of the other. I found myself delighting in the flat planes of muscle in his chest, so different from the bunched sinews of his arms. His big hands had probed and explored every secret place since we’d met. And his thick cock, which stood ready to take me.

  “Open your legs.” He reached for me, bringing me close. He played with the clit clip and traced the folds of my sex. Finding my slit, he thrust in a long finger. I tightened around it, wanting it, wanting him inside me with a craving born not only of need but of love.

  “Hot and wet,” he whispered. “So wonderfully ready.”

  I threw back my head. “Please!”

  He corkscrewed his finger inside me, caressing my most sensitive spot. “Am I doing this right?” His voice was low and seductive.

  “Y-yes.” I whimpered. By the three moons, I never whimpered.

  “You don’t sound sure.” He gave me two pumps, opening me, then took out his finger and slowly licked it clean of my juices, his gaze never leaving my face. He tugged me closer still until his legs were inside mine. Brawny, rough with masculine hair, his thighs scratched my softer skin. I bent my knees and he drew me onto his lap, with my legs wrapped around his body and my pussy poised over his cock head. Scorching, its heat would brand me as forever his.

  “You’re teasing…you know you’re doing this right. Please, Storne, please…”

  “Are you sure?” he asked, his voice low. “Audryn, there will be no going back once I’ve had you.”

  “I’m sure. I’m sure about everything. You’re the one.”

  “Oh, darling.” He kissed me and I tasted Storne and wine and myself on his lips. “My beautiful, wondrous queen.”

  “Am I truly your queen?”

  “You are forever the queen of my heart.” He held my hips and pressed me down onto his rod. His round cock head entered me and the sensation was beyond exquisite. I was stretched, lengthened, but so ready that pleasure rolled through me in relentless waves.

  His tongue began to leisurely fuck my mouth as his cock took my pussy. He bucked hard and his entire length pierced me to the core. I screamed and rocked. My imprisoned clitoris rubbed against his body. My nipples rubbed against his chest. I was again caught in a delicious web of mingled pleasure and pain. My clitoris had numbed, but as he began to stroke me, a renewed rush of feeling blossomed, swelled my sex flesh.

  Still holding my hips, his strong fingers kneading the soft rounds of my bottom, he began to swirl and swivel. He rotated inside me, thick and tight against my sensitive inner channel. I tore my mouth away from his and my cries rose as I clung to his shoulders.

  I bucked and plunged wildly but he controlled me until we fell into a steady rhythm, my body arching and bowing against his as we took each other.

  The clamps jerked on my flesh as I moved, sending slivers of sensation knifing through me, increasing the knowledge that I was forever linked to Storne.

  I was hotter and wetter than I’d ever been, so very ready to climax, desperate for his seed to flood my womb. But he wasn’t nearly done. He slid a demanding finger up and down my crack until he’d found his target—my back hole. He thrust inside as he yanked off the clit clip.

  I shrieked
, convulsing on Storne’s lap, his cock possessing me as the hardest come of my life ripped through me like a hailstorm. I screamed and thrashed, digging my fingers into his shoulders as he shouted with completion.

  Sweaty and limp, I sagged against Storne, whose eyes were closed and his breathing even as he rested against the wall to his back. Though flaccid, his rod was still big inside my sheath. Even after he’d come he was still larger than any other man who’d had me. I smiled.

  I moved and my pussy, moist with jism, squelched. He opened one gray eye and regarded me.

  “If I don’t get pregnant from that, I’m sterile,” I said.

  “You’re not sterile. Your family is notably fecund,” he said, blinking.

  I stretched my arms above my head and the nipple clamps dug, the tiny stabs reminding me that I now belonged to him. Breathing deeply, I sought to recapture myself. “Do…do you think we’ll have a boy or a girl?”

  “Either will be fine, but I would guess we’ll have boys. I already have two sons, and the gender of babies usually depends upon the father.”

  “A son. Our son.” I rolled the words around my mouth and the thought around my mind. My smile stretched wider, matching his.

  He leaped to his feet, his arms still around me as he jumped into the air. “We did it! We finally did it!”

  “We did!” I laughed with relief.

  He lowered me to the floor for a kiss, entwining me in a full-body, naked hug—the first, I hoped, of many. So loving, so sweet.

  He took off the nipple clips and rubbed his palms over my throbbing breasts. I sighed in response. He stroked my belly, then slid a finger into my sopping channel, spreading his seed over my clitoris. His touch was gentle, as though he knew I was a little sore after the intense lovemaking.

  I hummed, renewed joy cascading through me like a waterfall. He kneeled to play with my pussy, spreading the labia and caressing my clit with the tip of his tongue. I stroked his shoulders. Though aroused, tears sprang to my eyes, for his tenderness touched my heart.

  If I was the queen of his heart, he surely was the king of mine. He owned all of me—body, heart, soul and spirit.

  “I can’t…can’t believe this has happened.” My voice broke.

  He straightened and again took me in his arms, kissing my face, my eyes. “Why do you weep, beloved?”

  “I never dreamed…” I could not breathe out more than a whisper. I gulped. “I thought I would choose a mate for the good of the Shadowlands and Janus. I never dared to hope he’d be my true lover. I never dreamed he’d be…you.”

  Storne’s gray eyes, so hard when we’d met, now shone as soft as a Shadowlands dawn. He slipped his hands into my hair and fondled the strands, still damp from our bath and our lovemaking. A gentle smile curved his lips. “And I thought I would win the Queen of Shadow for the good of the Dark Lands. I would beget sons on her body and eventually seize the whole of Janus for the FireMountain clan. Now I know better.”

  “Yes, there’s no point in taking the Desert, is there?”

  “None, and I would have you for myself if you were the merest farmer’s daughter or weaver. I don’t care for anything but you.”

  “Unfortunately we can’t withdraw into ourselves forever.”

  “No, we have duties.” His smile continued to sweeten the planes and angles of his face. “But we still have this moment, and each other.”

  Taking his hand, I led him to our bed. “And our duty tonight is not so onerous, is it?”

  “Oh no.” He massaged my bottom, then turned me around. His big palm splayed over my back, gently forcing me down until my breasts came to rest on the cool slab. My nipples tautened and warmth again blossomed. He ran his fingers up and down my spine and an aroused pant escaped me.

  He bent over me and murmured into my ear, “I’ve dreamed of having you this way since we met.”

  He nipped the lobe, then put his feet between mine and moved them apart, spreading me open. He moved closer, and his muscular thighs were hard between mine. His penis nudged my bottom hole. “I’ll take you here, but not tonight. Maybe not until we know you’re pregnant.”

  His cock head prodded my slit. “Fuck me,” I said. “Fuck me good.”

  His open hand came down on my butt as he surged into me, plunging slowly but steadily until he was buried to the balls—I could feel his sac pressed against my rear. He held my hips, his tool deep, pressing against my womb. It throbbed and vibrated. Storne bent over me and tension radiated from his body as he fought to maintain control, fought against the instinct to pound into me hard and long. Instead he held back, embedded, until he reached beneath me, took hold of my breasts and began to take me with slow, leisurely strokes.

  Delving deep, the languorous fucking took me to new heights. I flexed around his hot shaft and he groaned, his hands tightening around my breasts, fingers plucking my nipples. I pushed back against him when he shoved inside and our bodies met again and again with a smacking, squishing sound that spoke only of hard fucking. The air in the pyramide was redolent of raw sex. My mind was blank of everything except his big cock sliding in and out of my channel, scalding hot, piercingly sweet.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Storne was still inside me, playing with my clit, when I heard a happy screech. “You’re doing it! You’re doing it!”

  I turned my head to see Maia dancing around the room. As she capered, she flung off white Lightsider robes and lengthened to her customary height. Her hair darkened from silver to its usual mink-brown hue.

  Storne gasped with surprise and jerked his penis out of me. “What in the name of the great silver oak—”

  “Don’t worry, don’t worry.” I grabbed his arm. “She’s, um…not quite like us. She’s better.”

  “Don’t talk about her as though she’s not here.” Storne approached Maia and touched her arm. “You’re a Chimaera, aren’t you?”

  “I am.” Maia gave a respectful bow. “And you are to be the King of Shadow.”

  “It is I should bow to you,” he said. “Janus would be your planet if it weren’t for the Progenitors.”

  “Maia is treasured and protected by my family,” I said. “Few know of her true nature.”

  “Clever of you to keep her secret.” Storne’s eyes lingered thoughtfully on Maia.

  “Necessary,” Maia said. “Folk like these scientific LightDwellers hunt us, kill us, dissect us, for they wish to obtain the secret of our transformations. That is why there are few of us left.”

  “As delighted as I am by everyone’s amity,” I said, rising, “Maia has a report, I am sure?”

  “Nothing nearly as exciting as the news that you have selected your mate.” She crossed to a basin of water, dipped a cloth into it and began to bathe my sticky crotch. The cool fabric soothed my swollen flesh.

  “Don’t bother,” Storne said. “For one thing, I’m not done with her. For another, we all need baths.”

  “Water is valuable here,” I said. “I do not wish to overstretch Kaldir’s hospitality.”

  He shrugged. “Then we should leave as quickly as diplomacy will allow.”

  “Kaldir said he’d understand if we did not tarry overlong in his lands,” I said. “But I wish to learn more about their technology. Especially where it is manufactured.”

  “Not in this city.” Maia sounded certain. She wrung out the cloth in the washwater and applied it to my body. It felt wonderful. She continued, “I was unable to locate weapon stores or smithies of any sort.”

  “There are many pyramides here. Did you find where their soldiers are barracked?” Storne asked Maia while reaching for his robes.

  “Outside the city walls, I believe.”

  “I wonder…” Storne flung on his clothes and kissed me, a short, hard peck. “I’ll return soon.” He headed for the curtains guarding the makeshift door. When he was outside, I heard him telling Rall and Parron never to cease protecting me.

  I smiled fondly in their general direction. My warriors needed n
o further orders, but knowing that Storne desired extra safeguards cheered me.

  And my greatest protector was by my side. “Rest,” I told Maia. “This day has been long.”

  She raised a brow. “I trow that you have worked harder than have I.”

  “I would not call it work, but yes, I am tired.” I, of course, paced. “Do you think he’s looking for their armory?”

  “I would wager on it, if I cared about gambling.”

  * * * * *

  Given that Storne was investigating the DesertDwellers’ weaponry, I remained unconcerned by his absence the next day, and the next. Instead I enjoyed Kaldir’s hospitality. He had given me the run of his stables and I had selected a lovely bay gelding as my mount while in New Medina. I avoided the intense heat by venturing out when one of our three moons obscured the sun, and wandered the city’s souqs and markets with great pleasure.

  However, when the dour captain of the DarkLord’s Guard came to my pyramide, he bore unwelcome news despite his courteous bow. “The Prince of Night has not been seen since he visited you, Your Majesty.” He rose, and I saw that though his features were shrouded by the draperies all wore in this hot place, he had a strong resemblance to Storne, possessing the same gray eyes in an angular face. Another member of the FireMountain Clan, I privately wagered.

  Though my insides churned, I maintained calm and offered the fellow a cup of chilled wine, which he accepted. “Lord Storne left me two evenings ago,” I said. “I do not know where he went.”

  Maia entered and the guard dropped to his knees. “Rise,” she said, smiling. “You are Hode, are you not?”

  I wondered what Storne had told his warriors. Surely he would not have revealed Maia’s secret. I imagined that he had merely told them to treat her with all courtesy.

  “Aya, madam.” Hode rose. “Have you seen naught of Lord Storne?”

  She shook her head. “I have been abroad in the city by the Queen’s side, since Storne is…conducting investigations.”

  “Did he go forth alone?” I asked.

  “Aya, ’tis his habit to do so,” Hode said heavily. “Often I have cautioned him, but he is overconfident and impulsive.”