When she ended the kiss she gazed down at Danior, who hadn’t stirred, and Jia-Nian felt her heart twinge. Just when she’d convinced herself that the she was not the one foretold in the prophecy, Danior’s eyes opened. He gazed up at her and smiled, the light of life shining in his eyes once more.
“Little warrior,” he whispered.
Aydon gasped, as did the old Zalvanean. It was only then that Jia-Nian became aware that the women and children stood behind them, for they uttered astonished gasps as well.
Oktodd prostrated himself again. With the rustle of fabric and whispered directives capturing her attention, Jia-Nian looked over her shoulder to see the women and children had followed his lead.
Aydon knelt on one knee before her, his sword before him, point at the ground. With one hand fisted against his heart, he bowed his head, resting his forehead on the hand gripping his sword’s hilt.
“My queen,” he said with reverence, and Jia-Nian’s eyes filled with tears.
She felt Danior stir beneath her, clearly attempting to rise. “No, don’t move yet, Danior…your wounds are too great.”
But Danior rose to his knees with little effort. “I am healed.” He took his place alongside Aydon in the same respectful stance. “My queen,” he said in the same tone Aydon had used.
Deeply touched, Jia-Nian could no longer help it. She openly wept. Still bewildered by all that had happened, she was certain of one fact. Without question, she was indeed the Queen of Zalvanus, as incredible as it was. The realization brought exhilaration as well as trepidation for the monumental responsibility the title carried.
“Please, all of you, rise.” She placed her hands on her guardians’ heads, smoothing their hair. “There is no need to prostrate yourselves. There is no need to bow before me.”
“Bear witness to this miracle,” the Zalvanean said to the women and children as he got to his feet. “So that you may tell your children and your children’s children of what took place here this day. Let your hearts be glad that our queen now lives and will bring an end to the bloodshed and carnage.”
“There are two other qubujis,” Aydon said to Oktodd. “Where are the other guards?”
“They were felled as they stormed the village. The women killed them before being overpowered. They fought admirably, determined to protect their young,” Oktodd said, giving the women an approving smile. “It took three women each to slay those two monstrous Pushgans. Their bodies are at the far end of the village from where they made their approach.”
“But what of the village men?” Jia-Nian asked. “Are they off hunting, perhaps?”
“Our husbands, brothers and fathers were slaughtered the last time the Pushgans stormed through the village months ago,” one of the woman answered. “We are the lone survivors of the massacre.”
“You’ve lived alone here since?” Danior asked.
“We have.”
“I stopped by on my journeys a few days ago and discovered the female-managed village,” Oktodd explained. “I had talked them into making Zalvanus their new home shortly before Tordanuk’s guard took us unawares late this afternoon.” He smiled warmly. “Little did I know that I would be so blessed as to meet the queen herself and watch her and her legendary guardians conquer the enemy. Today my life is complete.”
Two of the village women stepped forward. “You must be hungry and tired,” one of them said. “If you’ll allow me, my queen, I will take you and your guardians to one of our humble homes where you can enjoy a small feast of thanks and spend the night.”
“Thank you, it would be good to sleep indoors for a change,” Jia-Nian said, clasping the woman’s hand, moved by the gracious offer. “As for preparing a feast, you have been through an exhausting ordeal. You and the others need to rest and regroup. All we need is a bit of cheese, some day-old millet cakes and perhaps a mug of wine or ale, should you have it.”
The second woman smiled with kind eyes. “Please allow us this privilege. How grand for us to be able to tell our children’s children of the day the great Queen of Zalvanus accepted our offer of hospitality.”
“Truly,” the first woman said. “It would mean so much.”
———
“I’d almost forgotten the lush taste of fresh figs,” Jia-Nian said, closing her eyes and savoring the bit of fruit on her tongue. “And how splendid to down ale again.”
Tossing a stripped mutton bone with the other discards, Aydon clasped his belly, jiggling the taut, muscled flesh. “I can’t remember the last time I’ve eaten so well. I feel like a king.”
“It seems we’ll have to be satisfied with the lesser title of prince, old friend,” Danior quipped, picking the last of the flesh from a meaty leg of roast fowl.
“To the rest of the world you may be my princes.” Jia-Nian rose to her feet and stretched. “But to me you will always be the kings of my heart…and of my bed.” She grasped the hem of the clean garment the village women had given her after her bath in the river and drew it up, over her head. A glance at her thigh still had her somewhat amazed that the fierce gore from the qubuji had completely healed.
She stood before her beloved guardians clean, scented with herbed soap and naked. In truth, she’d never felt more beautiful or confident. When Aydon and Danior simply sat staring at her instead of leaping to carnal action, she couldn’t help laughing.
“What’s this? You are clean, your bellies are full, you’ve had plenty of ale to drink,” she noted, “and by the looks of you, your kingly cocks are hard and ready for me. So, tell me, beloved guardians, what is the quandary that keeps you from snatching me to the bed and fucking me until dawn?”
“We spoke of it while you bathed,” Danior said. “Things have changed, Jia-Nian. Aydon and I have no precedent as to how to carry on now that we know you are queen.”
Hands braced on her hips, Jia-Nian frowned. “I don’t understand. How to carry on about what? Nothing has changed between us, save for the fact that now we know we three were destined to be together.”
“Everything has changed,” Aydon countered. “Danior and I have been trained all our lives to revere and protect the almighty Queen of Zalvanus, should she appear in our lifetime. Not to fuck her royal cunt should the occasion present itself.”
“My cock urges me to fuck my luscious, naked queen,” Danior said. “But my mind leans toward wariness, for Aydon and I know not what protocol we must follow.”
Jia-Nian spat a humorless laugh “As I stand here eager to feel your hands and mouths on me, your cocks gloriously fucking me, you speak to me of protocol?” An unexpected surge of uncertainty anchored in Jia-Nian’s breast and she shuddered. Dear Ko’Loran, what if it was no more than a potent case of lust they carried in their cocks and not true heart-love after all?
Chin elevated, she looked down at them. “Fear not, guardians. I will not have you tethered to me solely out of a sense of duty. I don’t care what the prophecy says. It would be wrong of me to expect either of you to remain with me without love. As…as your queen, I set you both free to live your lives as you choose…with whomever you choose.” It all but shattered her heart to speak those agonizing but necessary words.
Aydon and Danior exchanged glances. She watched their solemn expressions become—jovial! At the sound of their laughter she bristled.
“You miserable sons of vermin!” she said, kicking at their legs. “You have the nerve to sit there scoffing while my heart breaks? What sort of men are you? If this is the reverence of which you speak, then I’ll have none of it!”
“How can we not laugh when you speak such utter foolishness, Jia-Nian?” Aydon asked, rising from the floor and holding his hand out to Danior. “We are not slaves to be set free, my queen. We are your guardians. Your protectors. Your lovers. We are the men who were devoted to you when you were still caked with mud and stank of dung.” Aydon winked at her.
“Before any of us even suspected you were the long awaited queen,” Danior added. “Search your heart and y
our mind, little warrior queen.” He touched her breast and her temple. “The truth is there. You hold us both love-struck. Prophecy or not, our three hearts are fated to beat as one.”
Jia-Nian felt her heart swell. They were right, of course. If she was going to be queen, then she had better learn to heed the sense of truth inside her head instead of giving her emotions free rein.
“Embarrassed, she felt her cheeks color as she smiled. “Thank you. You have assuaged my misgivings well.” She clutched both their cocks with a gentle squeeze. Loving the masculine groans her actions solicited, she let loose a throaty laugh. “So then, my beloved guardians, what protocol concerns you?”
Danior leaned close and licked her tit, leaving it wet and aching with need. “We merely wondered if we were expected to bow or do something else worshipful before we fucked your sweet queenly cunt…your highness.” Along with offering a charming smile, he cupped Jia-Nian’s dripping cunt, gliding one finger across her clit.
Her thighs locked instinctively around his hand and she relished the delicious quiver lodging deep in her belly.
“Our dilemma, your royal nakedness,” Aydon said, bending close to nibble Jia-Nian’s ear and pinch her tit, “is that while Danior and I are loyal, well-trained, dutiful and fiercely protective guardians, we are not in the least docile or submissive.” He sank his teeth into her shoulder and sucked.
“And doubt we ever could be,” Danior added, treating her to another firm swipe of his finger and making her moan. “It’s not in our nature to be meek or passive. So if our queen desires her princes to be timid, Aydon and I fear we will strongly disappoint.” Danior punctuated his point by thrusting his fingers into her cunt, while working her clit with his thumb.
“We only hope our lusty aggression won’t be too much of a disappointment,” Aydon said, cupping her breasts and rolling her nipples hard between his fingers. Then his mouth was on hers in a brutal, decidedly non-timid kiss at the same time Danior’s other hand slipped between her ass cheeks, his finger rimming her hole.
Jia-Nian’s inner world became a vibrant swirl of color, drawing her into its depths. Perfect. Her life was perfect. Praise the gods for bringing these bold and true guardian princes into her life.
Clutching her beloveds as if her life depended on it, the Queen of Zalvanus succumbed to scorching passion, trembling limbs and the splendidly regal throes of a most majestic orgasm.
Chapter Nine
“How will I know what I am supposed to do?” Jia-Nian asked, voicing her misgivings. Her fingers traveled across the pattern of delicate blue veins decorating her guardians’ cocks as she spoke. “I know nothing of being a queen.”
“My understanding of the prophecy tells me the gods must have inscribed all you need to know in here,” Aydon tapped her temple, “before you even entered this world. When you need them, the truths will be made known to you.”
“Besides, remember, Jia-Nian,” Danior said, sitting next to Aydon, across from her on the floor, “Aydon and I are more than simply highly exceptional lovers—lovers so greatly skilled that our remarkable erotic attributes have been embedded in prophecy for all time.”
He smiled at that, clearly quite pleased with himself. And with good reason. By Ko’Loran’s blood, Danior spoke the truth.
“Handsome, talented, lusty lovers of legend,” Aydon added. “Lovers gifted in the art of treating their insatiable queen to one potent orgasm after another.” He and Danior nodded at each other, boasting self-satisfied smiles.
“And what does this have to do with my query?” Jia-Nian asked, trying to hide her amusement and the moist evidence of her arousal beading at the patch of curls between her thighs. Her gaze became locked on the pearly droplets of fluid seeping from their cock heads as she palmed their shafts, treating them to long, leisurely strokes.
“Just that we want you to remember we are your trusted counsel as well as providing a pair of impressive cocks,” Danior said, smoothing his knuckles along her cheek and jaw. “With the blend of our training, your inborn knowledge and the mighty love and loyalty we three hold for Zalvanus, you cannot help but make a fine and fair queen.”
“Thank you,” Jia-Nian said. “I appreciate your faith in me—and I promise not to forget that you are my wise counsel as well as my well-muscled, well-cocked lovers.” She chuckled at their impassioned expressions as she slid her hands between their legs and cupped their balls, giving them a sensual massage.
“What kind of power do you think we’ll wield as princes?” Aydon asked Danior, his voice husky with lust. “Will we have the authority to issue commands?”
Swallowing hard, as Jia-Nian continued her ministrations to their sacs, Danior gave a confident nod. “I imagine so.”
“Most assuredly,” Jia-Nian said.
“Then what say we engage in some practice, Prince Danior?” A mischievous smile curling his lips, Aydon rose from the floor. Lifting Jia-Nian as if she weighed no more than a cluster of dates, he tossed her over his shoulder, her ass high in the air and her head at his back.
Intensely physical sensations curled through her body as he crossed the room in several long strides. Then the breath was knocked from her when Aydon flung her onto one of the thick straw mat beds.
“Arousal surges through my veins, queen,” he told her, looking as if he damn well meant it. “I command you to get on your hands and knees and spread those queenly ass cheeks so that I may fuck your royal nether hole.”
Near dizzy with desire, Jia-Nian assumed the position. “Yes, my prince. Do with me what you will.”
“Stated in a fine, authoritative manner, Prince Aydon,” Danior said. “It’s my turn to try.” He strode to the bed, situating himself on his back beneath the kneeling Jia-Nian. His eyes glazed with the dark heat of passion, he locked gazes with her. “I command you to ready your dripping cunt for me so that I might fuck your majestic passage as Prince Aydon pummels your ass.”
“An admirably declared command, Prince Danior,” Aydon said.
Jia-Nian’s cunt gushed in response to Danior’s command. A rush of lusty laughter bolted from her lips as she prepared for the delicious thrill of double penetration.
No matter how weighty the responsibility of monarchy, she would always have this bone-deep pleasure to enjoy with her beloveds. While the troubles ahead may be countless, her passionate, commanding princes would ensure that their royal threesomes soothed away the day’s worries.
Aydon’s big hands clasped her cheeks, his fingers digging in and spreading them to expose her hole. Gasping, Jia-Nian trembled from the roots of her hair to the tips of her toes with the feel of his warm, wet tongue swirling at her entrance. A moment later he had pressed his tongue past her opening and she heard his sweet masculine groan of satisfaction.
It was the first time he’d tasted her there. And she liked the darkly erotic thrill of it. Ah, would the wild wonders of sex with her beloveds never cease?
“Top to bottom,” Aydon said. “Outside and in, front or back. Your taste, your scent, your womanly essence is more potent than the effects of any ale, Jia-Nian.” As soon as the words had left his lips, Aydon’s cock pierced her tight hole, pushing past the ring of muscle and into her waiting depths.
A cry ripped from her throat and her buttocks clenched instinctively, as they always did upon rear entry. Clawing at the bed covering, she had little time to sigh at the pleasure of Aydon filling her before Danior’s fingers spread her lips. With one long, masterful stroke, his cock thrust high and hard into the wetness of her cunt.
“Ah, yes, fuck me, my beloveds,” Jia-Nian cried, embracing the ecstasy, craving more of them. “Just like that. Show me no mercy. Thrust deep until I am bursting with the magnificent feel of your flesh front and back.”
“We worship at the carnal altar of your sweet sex, my beautiful queen,” Danior said, shoving deeper still as his hungry gaze roved over her swaying tits.
The agile power of their twin thrusts had her mind swimming in a sea of rapture,
luring her to sink into the pleasurable sensations, to drown contentedly in this incredible awareness of erotic fullness.
As Danior clasped her waist, Jia-Nian’s attention shifted to the cording muscles in his strong arms and chest. In a haze of lust, she sighed. Ahhh, the sleek, hard power of him. The sheer lithe masculine beauty of him had her cunt clenching.
Her nether hole tightened around Aydon’s cock as well. His growl of satisfaction mingled in the night air with Danior’s pleasured groan.
How easy it was to imagine the superbly muscled physiques of her guardians forever captured in effigy. Perhaps she would commission such statues once she arrived in Zalvanus. The life-sized stone figures, a cluster of sculpted fig leaves concealing their erotic treasures, would flank her bedroom chamber.
Soon the three of them developed a practiced, erotic rhythm that had them rocking together as if they’d been born joined. Sparks of bliss spiraled through Jia-Nian’s being at the utter bliss of it all.
“See what our queen offers you,” Aydon said. “Her royal tits dangle temptingly, begging us to play with them. Tell me, brother guardian, are her nipples dusky and pebbled?”
“Invitingly so,” Danior said, reaching up to pluck the erect buds. “And her eyes clearly tell the story of her rapture as I pinch those sweet, ripe nipples.”
Jia-Nian gasped at the added spikes of ecstasy Danior’s purposeful play created. His fingers were like magic, easing one ache while creating another.
“Now, brother guardian,” Aydon said, “finger her most sensitive spot and describe our queen’s expression as you further stir her passion.”
Jia-Nian’s moans sounded primal, animalistic to her ears. The feel of Danior’s fingers delving past her lips and connecting with her clit stoked her inner fire until she burned with need, with expectation.
“Her musky scent ascends to my nostrils,” Danior said, breathing deeply of her.
Last Strathulian Standing Page 10