Dagon put down his wine cup, and, pulling her into his lap, extracted the three balls from her sheath. Then he ordered her on her back, and she lay with excited anticipation upon the mattress. But he again surprised her. She could see that sweet Adon had seated himself at her head.
"Raise your legs," her mate ordered her, and she obeyed.
Adon then leaned forward slightly, taking Kalida by the ankles, and pulling her legs back so that her sex was now exposed completely to Dagon's view. He reached into the basket, and drew forth first a vial of lavender oil, followed by a thin silver dildo, which he dipped into the oil. Then, placing the vial upon the floor, he slowly, and most carefully, dipped his fingers into the oil, and lavishly anointed her fundament with it. Taking up the silver dildo, he pushed it into her aperture, working it slowly at first, and then more rapidly, his slick fingers grasping the dildo's handle. It was cool, and very hard.
Kalida moaned with her rising lust. He was clever, her mate. His own love lance was really too big to be comfortable, but this thin little dildo was perfect, and it was arousing her greatly. Then he sensed that she was close to breaking, and he ceased his actions. She protested fiercely, but he only laughed.
He took her legs, one at a time, and lowered them slightly, nodding to young Adon, who half rising, popped his penis into the queen's open mouth while Dagon slid between her legs and plunged into her burning sheath. Kalida's legs wrapped about his waist, and she closed her eyes with her pleasure as he pistoned her while she sucked vigorously upon Adon's thickening member. The sensation of being ravished in all three of her orifices was incredible. She had never known anything like it. When their passions burst simultaneously, she couldn't believe it. She seemed to fly before crashing into the blackness, so totally satisfied she almost wept with her delight.
The trio lay half conscious upon the bed for some time. Finally, Dagon pulled himself to his feet, saying to Adon, "The night is young. Let us bathe, and then continue our orgy of pleasure."
Adon struggled to his feet, and together they drew Kalida up with them. Her eyes were still glazed with her passion as they led her to the bath. Torches in silver holders lit the room, whose walls were painted with scenes of men and women engaged in erotic pursuits, the women having the dominant roles; riding their lovers, whipping them, entertaining them in groups.
She stood silent as they took up the soap-filled sponges, and gently bathed her. The scent of gardenias filled her nostrils, and she vaguely wondered where she was, for Vernus had not told her when he blindfolded her and brought her to this place. It was strangely familiar, and yet she could not quite place it. "Where are we?" She had finally managed to find her voice again.
"This is your house," Dagon told her. "The place you will live after your abdication, my love. I thought such an evening as ours would be better spent in a secret place, away from prying eyes." He slipped the sponge between her legs, and gently washed her sex.
She nodded.
"We have not frightened you, Kalida?" His voice was concerned.
"No," she said, "but I never imagined…" Her voice trailed off, but there was a small smile on her lips.
"Shall we continue, or shall I send Adon to his own bed, my beautiful queen?" he asked her. "This is for your pleasure, Kalida, but if it pleases you not, then it comes to an end now."
"Until you, Dagon," she said softly, "I did not know love, or even true passion. Since I was fourteen I have mounted any man who took my fancy, but my purpose was to dominate. I gained no joy, as you well know. You have shown me that passion and love must be found together. And you have exposed me to the forbidden, which I seem to find most delicious." Her emerald eyes laughed at him. "And how kind of you to include our sweet Adon. I am glad you are not jealous of him, for while he does not offer to me what you do, I still enjoy him." She drew the blond slave to her, and kissed him tenderly.
The boy blushed, and said boldly, "I am proud to be your slave, my queen. I will always serve you in any manner you desire."
"Come," Dagon said. "The queen is bathed as are we now, and Vernus has brought us a special jar of cream to massage into our skins. And I have a thirst for some wine."
They returned to the bedchamber, and Adon poured them all a draught of wine which Dagon knew had been doctored with special herbs that would stimulate their lusts further. They drank, and then using Vernus's special cream, began to rub each other's bodies, pressing against one another as their desires began to rise once more. The two men had Kalida between them. They fondled her breasts and her buttocks. Finally, the trio fell upon the bed, each of the males on either side of the queen.
Dagon faced his mate. His mouth fused against her in a deep kiss, his hands going about her to caress her rounded and taut buttocks; while Adon, behind her, reached around to play with her swollen and aching breasts, pinching her nipples to arouse her further. The only sound in the chamber was the harsh panting of the combatants.
"Put your legs about me, my love," Dagon instructed his mate, "and remain on your side."
Kalida slid one leg over him, and another beneath his body so that she might embrace him with her limbs if she desired, but that was not, she quickly discovered, her mate's intent. Instead, Dagon quickly thrust his great penis into her eager sheath, impaling her fiercely. She sighed with pleasure, and then gave a little shriek as behind her Adon pulled the twin moons of her bottom apart, and slowly, slowly insinuated his own hard lance into her temple of Sodom. Kalida gasped for air. The sensation was overwhelming. The dildo had hardly prepared her for Adon's thick and very lustful penis.
"There's a rhythm to it, my love," Dagon murmured in her ear. He pulled her forward so that she was pressed tightly against him, and the pressure in her rear lessened somewhat. Then her other lover drew her back, and she found her bottom pushing at his belly. Back and forth. Back and forth. Back and forth. "You see," he encouraged her.
Kalida's head was swimming with her hot desire. Arms about Dagon's neck, she pressed her breasts and belly against him; then propelled her rounded hips back against Adon. The young man was moaning with his boiling lusts, and he boldly bit the soft nape of her neck in his passion. Unable to help himself, and sobbing, Adon released his juices in hard spurts until he was totally and completely drained. Then he rolled away from the queen, curling himself into a ball, exhausted with his efforts.
Dagon turned Kalida onto her back, pushing her legs back so he might delve into her more deeply than he ever had. The sensual pleasure-pain of his driving penis loosed the tigress in her. She clawed wildly at him. She sunk her little white teeth into his muscled shoulder, drawing blood which she licked away with her tongue.
"Bitch!" he growled into her ear, nipping at the lobe.
"Don't stop! Don't stop!" she panted hungrily. "Ahhh, Suneva! It is finally enough!" she cried, her passions exploding but a moment ahead of his. She strained, her sheath becoming a greedy mouth that sucked him dry, contracting and expanding about his love lance to squeeze every possible drop of the tribute that he had to offer her. Then Kalida fainted, unable to bear any more of their combined lusts.
When Dagon had recovered his strength, he said to the blond Adon, "Go now, and remember your promise to Vernus to tell no one of this night. You will be well rewarded, not simply by the queen, but by me as well. You have done us a great service, Adon."
Adon rose from the bed, and re-dressed himself in the short tunic he had laid aside upon entering the room earlier. "I shall speak to no one of this," he said. His eyes strayed to the exhausted woman. "I would not hurt her, Dagon. I adore her. I know you are her chosen mate now, yet I cannot help but love her, too."
"I understand," Dagon told the younger man. "If she desires you, I cannot forbid it, although I do not promise I can contain my jealousy," he finished with a wry smile.
Adon nodded, and then departed.
When Kalida awoke several hours later, she found only Dagon by her side. Bending, she brushed her lips lightly against his, and his blu
e eyes opened. "Thank you," she said to him. "It was wonderful!"
"I hope you do not expect all of our nights to be so exciting," he said, smiling lovingly at her. "I think I have depleted my font of originality." He wrapped his arms about her. "How I love you, my beautiful Queen of Kava."
"A queen no more in two days' time," she told him.
"It will not matter, Kalida. I shall always love you even when you are old and wizened," he replied.
"In Kava, women do not become wizened," she replied.
He laughed. "I shall love you no matter," he promised.
"Let us remain here together until the time comes for the choosing," Kalida said. "Vernus can bring us food, and we have each other. It is enough for me, my handsome prince. Can it be enough for you as well?"
"I could remain here in this room with you forever!" he said.
"Then I command it, my prince!" she agreed.
So while Zeras fussed and fumed at the queen's unexplained absence, Vernus enjoyed his part in the conspiracy with the lovers.
"She has duties to perform," Zeras complained.
"Not until the morning of the choosing," Vernus replied, "and she will be there to complete her reign. When have you ever known Kalida to shirk in her duties, Zeras? You raised her to be better than that."
So Zeras was forced to wait until the morning of the third day since Kalida's official mating, when she appeared from her bedchamber as if she had been there all along. She was radiant, and seemed full of energy. Zeras scowled seeing Dagon by her side, but then he sighed. The beast was her mate, and he must live with it.
The queen was dressed in a simple sleeveless gown; but this day, rather than the white she usually favored, Kalida's gown was cloth-of-gold, fashioned into tiny, narrow pleats that ran from waist to hem. She wore a rope of enormous emeralds that lay upon the smooth, fitted bodice of her chest. Gold-and-emerald armbands had been clasped about her slim upper arms. The only other ornament she wore was her ring of office, which she would today pass on to the new young queen. Her hair hung loose, contained only by the narrow, filigreed crown of gold and silver, which was studded in emeralds. Dagon wore a simple pleated white linen wrap about his loins, and his gold torque about his neck. His was, after all, the lesser role.
"Have the maidens been gathered?" Kalida asked Zeras.
"Aye, my queen, it but awaits your coming," Zeras replied sadly.
Kalida nodded. "Then it is time," she said. Then she turned to Dagon. "You will walk just behind me a pace or two," she explained. "Today, however, you may enter the royal box and stand just to my right. Zeras. Vernus. If you should like to see the ceremony, I will permit you to watch from the tunnel entry," Kalida told them generously.
"Thank you, my queen," Vernus bubbled, delighted to be included.
"No," said Zeras. "I hid in that place the day you were chosen to be Kava's queen, but I cannot be there today when another is picked to stand in your place. It is too much to ask of me!" His voice broke.
Compassion lit Kalida's beautiful features. She reached out a hand, and touched Zeras's shoulder gently. "You do not have to come if it would make you unhappy, Zeras," she told him. Then she turned again, and was gone, followed by Dagon and Vernus.
A mighty cheer rose from the assembled women as the queen and her mate entered the royal box. Vernus tucked himself into the shadows below the stairs, but he had an excellent view. Uphala and Zenaida had been awaiting the queen. Below in the arena there were slightly over a hundred young girls between the ages of thirteen and fourteen standing nervously and talking in whispers. They grew silent as Kalida arrived.
When the cheering had died, the queen stepped forward. "Today we choose a new queen," she began. "I am proud to have ruled Kava these past ten years. My reign has seen our prosperity grow to its greatest levels. May it continue to grow under your new queen, and may Suneva guide her as well as she has guided me," Kalida finished, stepping back to take Dagon's hand in hers. He squeezed it encouragingly.
The High Priestess now took the forefront. "It is time," she said. "Remember that she whom the goddess chooses will bear a great burden. I advise the new queen, even before she is chosen, to remember from whence her blessings come. They come from Suneva who guards and guides us all. Suneva be praised!"
"Suneva be praised!" came the echoing cry from the benches in the arena, and from the girls below the royal box.
A temple novice stepped forward and handed the High Priestess a small box. As Uphala lifted its lid, a snow-white dove flew forth and circled the arena three times. The crowd held its collective breath, gasping in total shock when the bird alighted upon the dark head of Kalida's handsome mate, and there it sat preening itself before the stunned women.
Uphala snatched up the dove, and flung it into the air once more. Again the bird circled the arena thrice, alighting a second time upon Dagon's head. There were cries of "Sacrilege!" but Uphala held up her hand to silence them.
"Go," she instructed Dagon quietly, "and stand in the entry to the tunnel below the royal box." Then she took the bird from his head once more.
He did not argue, realizing this was a difficult situation, and he could easily find himself dead if it pleased these women.
"What is going on?" Vernus asked Dagon as the prince came down the stairs and stepped into the tunnel entrance.
"The messenger of the goddess has twice lit upon my head, instead of choosing one of the maidens gathered before us," Dagon said.
Vernus's eyes widened with surprise. "What can it mean?"
"That the bird is stupid," Dagon said softly. "Now that I am hidden, it will alight upon one of the proper candidates."
The messenger of the goddess, released a third time, however, flew aimlessly round and round the arena, refusing to alight on any of the maidens. The crowd began to murmur nervously.
"What is happening?" Kalida asked the High Priestess.
Uphala did not answer her. Going instead to the edge of the royal box she called down, "Dagon of Aramas, conceal yourself among the maidens for me," and when he had, the dove flew immediately to him, lighting upon his head with a triumphant little cry.
The Prince of Aramas walked through the group of wide-eyed and silent maidens, back up the staircase to the royal box, the dove perched atop his head. Uphala took the messenger of the goddess and returned it to its case, handing it to the stunned novice. Then she stepped forward to address the women.
"It is prophesied in the Holy Book of Suneva," she began, "that there will come a time when a queen will rule longest of any before her; and when she finally falls in love, and takes her mate, it ishe who will be chosen by the goddess as a sign that the queen, and her daughters, and her daughters' daughters are to rule in Kava in perpetuity. Because Kalida had ruled for so long, I remembered the prophesy, and consulted our holy book for its accuracy. It is there for any and all to see, and none can doubt it. I proclaim Kalida, Queen of Kava, and her mate, Dagon of Aramas, the very consort that Suneva prophesied of back in the dawn of our history. Are there any among you who do not believe or would question the will of the goddess?" Uphala challenged them.
The arena was very silent.
"Then, all hail to Kalida, Queen of Kava, and to her consort, Dagon," Uphala cried loudly, and a thunderous cheering rose from the assembled.
"All hail to Kalida, Queen of Kava, and to her consort, Dagon!" the women cried loudly.
"I am to remain queen?" Kalida asked the High Priestess, as surprised at what had transpired as any of the other women.
"You will become Kalida the First of Kava," Uphala said, "and Dagon will remain by your side, your equal in all but the government of this land, although his voice will be respectfully heard should he raise it, and his words considered. Your eldest daughter will be our next queen. This is written."
"But how can a queen rule well when her mind and heart will surely be torn in all directions? Kava's queens have succeeded because they had but one goal. Torule Kava," Kalida said.
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"We cannot deny what has happened here today, Kalida," the High Priestess replied. "I can imagine your confusion. You have ruled Kava well, and believed, according to custom, that you could lay aside your heavy duties to live peacefully with your mate and bear your children. But the goddess has decided otherwise."
"I never wanted to be queen," Kalida said softly.
"And perhaps," Uphala answered her, "that is precisely why you were singled out for this great honor. For you, ruling has been a duty. You have never been overwhelmed by any sense of power or authority. Be content with this, my daughter. Come into the temple now with me. We will pray for guidance. I will show you the prophecy in the Holy Book of Suneva. I will help you to come to terms with this." Uphala led the queen away. As they passed through the group of half-relieved, half-disappointed young girls, she gave them her blessing, and the queen reached out to sympathetically touch as many of the maidens as she could. They had no idea how fortunate they were not to be in her sandals.
When they had gone, Dagon turned to Zenaida. "Did you know of this prophecy when you purchased me in the slave markets of Ramaskhan?" he asked her. Then he sat next to her on the marble bench.
She shook her head, and her fine dark eyes looked directly at him. "No, I did not know. I was as surprised as anyone else here today by what has happened."
"There will come a day, Zenaida, when I shall want to take my sons and escape Kava," Dagon said quietly. "I cannot allow the fruits of my loins to be sold away to die on battlefields fighting for nameless kings and warlords. I am the rightful heir to the King of Aramas, and my brother shall not usurp my place, nor that of my sons."
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