When she had finally settled, it did not take a genius to know that the two servants were now aroused as well. It seemed unfair that they should suffer from frustration.
Hara, proving to be quite intuitive, spoke. “Elgia and I do not mind pleasuring each other, if our queen does not mind bearing witness to it.” Hara cocked an eyebrow at Kegan, almost playfully daring her to do.
Kegan not one for backing down accepted the challenge. “Please feel free.” She then scooted to the top of the bed to give the girls more room. She drew her knees up to her chest waiting for the show.
Elgia and Hara were or had been lovers at some point, Kegan noted. The way they immediately caressed each other, it took no time at all for each woman to reach her climax. During the whole of it, a thought doggedly stayed on her mind, and as the girls lay on the bed thoroughly satisfied, Kegan got up the nerve and cleared her throat. Hara immediately jumped followed by Elgia, who began to apologize profusely.
“Verily we are sorry, Your Majesty, we have overstayed our welcome. We stay only because the king ordered for us to tend to your every need; we thought only to be here in case you needed us.”
“Elgia is correct. I apologize as well, my queen.”
Both began to scramble off of the bed. It took but a moment to realize why the servants had thought she wanted them to leave.
“No, please stay, I was merely—” Kegan took a deep breath and began again, trying not to look the two green and gold stares head on. “I have never been with another female,” she said lamely. Wondering how to phrase her question.
“If you have need of us to do something, just order us,” Hara said gently, that twinkle in her eye. Hara was much too insightful.
“I would like to, uh, purely for curiosity sake of course, know what it is like to, uh…” Kegan was stammering like she was before her high school principal.
“What would you like?” Elgia asked, settling on the bed again, laying a hand gently on her foot.
“I think our queen would like to experiment with our bodies.” Hara did not even try to hide her amusement.
While her actions were quite bold for a servant, they were neither haughty nor insolent. Kegan nodded her head in agreement. Both women settled themselves on the bed in front of Kegan, ready to indulge in whatever play their queen wished. Kegan was not sure she would be so accommodating, but then again, she suspected this was their role in life.
Kegan shyly reached for Elgia’s breast, wondering at how soft and yet firm it was. She squeezed it gently, something which Elgia seemed to like if she had to go by the soft gasp. She held Elgia’s large breast in her hand, feeling the weight of it and liking it. So this is what it’s like for a man, Kegan thought.
Hara, already establishing herself as quite a bold young lady, inched closer to Kegan on her knees. Before she knew it, Hara had pushed her smaller breast gently against Kegan’s mouth. Manipulating her breast so that she could run her nipple softly across Kegan’s lips. Shy at first, Kegans’ tongue darted out and swiped across the nipple. Becoming a little bolder, she licked the nipple in its entirety and then sucked it into her mouth. Kegan came to the notion that she liked doing this. Hara groaned in her throat. Elgia pushed herself further into Kegan’s hands.
Elgia took her other breast and teased it against Kegan’s. Kegan gasped against Hara’s nipple at the shocking sensation. In short moments, they were all writhing on the bed, suckling and rubbing against one another until they all spiraled into orgasm, all three of their breathing heavy and quick.
“I must say after such a dull meeting, it is good for a man to come into his bedroom to see such activities.” Da’rak’s aroused voice boomed in the near silent room.
Kegan sat up with a start. Realizing with great embarrassment that Da’rak had probably been watching for quite awhile. How much did he see? Quite a bit by the smirk on his face. At least long enough for him to undress, she mused, noting with rising ardor the way his cock seemed to be pointing at her.
“Thank you Elgia, Hara, job well done. It is good to see you. However, I would like to see my shanzah alone now,” he gently but quickly dismissed them.
They climbed gracefully off the bed and bowed before taking a quick exit. Da’rak said nothing else. Kegan’s eyes were wide as she watched his thick rod sway as he came to her. He took the bed in one swift movement then his entire body length shadowed hers. He spoke not a word as he moved her thighs apart and simply impaled her.
Kegan screamed in sweet agony as he plunged mercilessly into her again and again. Having not a care with how hard he did it, knowing she loved it. She urged his ruthless lovemaking on.
“Harder, shanzahn,” she gurgled in her throat, digging her gloved fingers in his muscular ass, determined to take as much as he could give. With a loud roar, he came in her, and she quickly followed, their heartbeats beating rapidly from the wake of passion. Kegan, so enthralled with the feeling of ecstasy, was lost on the importance of her words. Da’rak cradled her warm body closer. She did not know it yet but she had just accepted him as life companion.
Chapter Eight
“Are you seriously leaving me on my own, naked and in a place where I know no one?” Kegan’s irritated voice interrupted Da’rak’s process of putting on practice armor. “I thought we had an extra few days, which is why we came early. Besides I thought we were also trying to disprove that I am not in league with your enemies.” Kegan flopped down on the bed, irritated beyond all reasonable means.
“I would not go so far as to say no one. You seemed to take to Elgia and Hara’s company.” Da’rak smirked at her as he snapped his arm guards in place. “Besides, it is a good thing we came early. After what the Elders told me yesterday, I will need all the practice I can get.”
“You’re not worried about the tournament, are you? True, while I’ve never seen you fight, considering you have won all nine of your battles, this one should come easy for you.”
“Do you believe, little one, they saved the easiest one for last?” He went to her side and knelt. Kegan thought how much he looked like a knight in shining armor. “I discovered I am to fight Ghort as my last opponent.” He sighed heavily, looking intently at her gloves.
“What’s a Ghort?” Kegan pulled her hand away, not comfortable with him looking so intently at her gloves. It made her feel like a freak.
“Ghort is the most feared warrior this side of the galaxy, he is Metinaan. I have never heard tell a battle in which he fell in defeat, not even a draw. ‘Twill truly be a challenge for me. As such, I will need all the practice I can get.”
“I understand, I have complete faith in you. And when the battle is over, we may discuss you taking me back home.” Kegan had no idea why she was still insisting upon returning to a place where she really had no life. Men like Da’rak did not fall in love with women like her. She would be foolish to think he cared for her, as she loved him.
Kegans’ heart nearly stopped. Did she love this barbarian of a man who kidnapped and branded her, displayed her naked before the council and banged her silly? Oh yes, her traitorous mind answered, it was the most fun she had in her life. But to count on a life with him was silly, she was not queen material.
Da’rak sighed heavily. He thought after the time they shared together she was finally accepting her fate. He didn’t have the heart to tell her he was never taking her back. He had bonded them forever, their lives forever linked. Instead he evaded the question.
“Thank you for your faith, shanzah. I must go now. The servants are at your beck and call should you need them. I implore you, do not leave this chamber. I do not know yet who can be trusted and you would be a great weapon against me. My enemies will not hesitate to kill you. I have assigned servants who I know are loyal to me and have placed guards outside your door. Promise me this, shanzah.” He squeezed her hand, he would take nothing less than an oath.
“I promise,” she grumbled, already trying to think of a way around the promise. “Besides it’s not as i
f I want everyone seeing my goodies.”
“Goodies?” Da’rak raised an eyebrow, and when she pointed to her breasts and nether regions, he laughed heartily. “Very strange Earth term, but certainly fitting.” He leaned in quickly and laved both breasts before he stood. “I will return to you as soon as I can, shanzah, and we will talk more.” With a few clunky strides, he was gone, the door closing softly behind him.
Kegan ate little of the breakfast Da’rak provided. What she was supposed to do all alone in this chamber was beyond her. Though Elgia and Hara were nice—her face burned at what she had done with complete strangers—she was not comfortable enough to do it again.
Kegan settled for snooping about the apartment. Hell, she’d been intimate with the man, looking at material objects were certainly within her rights. She snooped for about an hour before she came upon something of interest. It was a tapestry of sorts with a scene of a woman looking adoringly up at a man. The man wasn’t shown completely, just the lower half of his body with his arms reaching for the woman. Kegan’s heart skipped as she realized she recognized the woman.
It was the woman from her vision. The one she had seen Da’rak kill. She was no strange woman that was killed in a war like Kegan had thought. The visions had run too closely together, and in between all that had happened, Kegan never got the time to explore the visions. But now that she thought about it, the woman had not been in the middle of the melee. What would possess Da’rak to murder a woman? What was the reason behind his dethronement and exile? Kegan realized with growing trepidation that she was in love with a man she knew nothing about really. What things had he done in his life? He had lived a long life; surely there was much to account for. She turned at the sound of the door softly opening.
One of the most beautiful women Kegan had ever seen walked into the room. Her naked body was sheer perfection. Da’rak was right; women here did not wear clothing. The woman was tall, slightly taller than Kegan, with perfectly shaped breasts and small hips. Her hair was bleach-white and fell nearly to her calves. Her hair above her woman’s core was white as well. It looked soft, like the feathers off of a bird. However given the aggressive stance of this woman, she was no chicken.
“May I help you?” Kegan asked her icily, folding the tapestry and setting it on the small stand it had come out of. “Are you one of my servants?”
The woman looked at Kegan with barely concealed disgust, but the words that came out were polite enough, forced as they were.
“Your Highness, I am not technically your servant. I am Da’rak’s, I was hoping to see to any needs he might have.” She said the latter part so suggestively Kegan felt her hackles rise.
“Well, uh…” She probed the girl for a name, which the girl smoothly injected with a bit of arrogance almost as if Kegan should have heard of her. “Lekki, Da’rak will have no need of a personal servant any longer. He is married now and I will see to all of his needs,” she replied just as bitterly sweet.
“I meant no offense. When I was told Da’rak had married a woman from the primitive planet, I thought it told in jest. I see this was no laughing matter.”
Kegan knew an insult when she heard one.
“Well, Lekki, is it not traditional on Paa’eva to bow before the queen.” She smiled at her, noting the girl had not bowed, but simply walked into the room. Normally, Kegan did not care for such unnecessary displays but was willing to make an exception in this case.
“As I said,” she bowed low, dramatically—such a bitch! — “I meant no offense, I see you bear his mark.” She dragged the last part out in such distaste she thought she would choke on it. Kegan would only be so lucky.
“Well, Lekki, thank you, but no thanks. I would like to be alone now.”
“It would do you well to make friends in this place, my queen, not enemies.” The girl with the green and gold eyes stared into hers, a direct challenge.
“Are you threatening the queen, Lekki? You know you can be tried for treason?” Hara’s familiar voice floated across the room as she and Elgia entered the chamber.
“Nonsense, little girl, I was just giving the newcomer advice, that is all.”
“I am not so little,” Hara replied, “but I feel I should report this little conversation to the council members. It disturbs me and I was given implicit instructions to help see to the needs and safety of our queen.”
“As you wish. I will take my leave now, hope one day we can talk more.” She paused and took a look at Kegan’s gloved hands before she exited the room.
“Who was that bitch?” Kegan breathed out, noticing the fresh air in the room now that Lekki was gone.
“That was Lekki, former mistress of Da’rak,” Elgia replied, producing a brush and pulling Kegan down into a nearby chair. “She is not one you should find yourself alone with.”
“Is she dangerous?”
“Like a mula,” Hara replied laughing. Seeing Kegan’s confused expression she went on. “A mula is a type of—” she searched for a word Kegan would understand, “—serpent on Paa’eva. While its bite won’t kill you, it can cause great pain and paralysis for three days.”
“So she’s not a killer, that’s a relief,” Kegan said softly, enjoying the feel of getting her hair brushed.
“At least nothing we can prove,” Elgia almost whispered.
“Enough talk of Lekki. Is there anything our queen wishes from us?” Hara went right to the point.
Kegan was embarrassed as memories of what she’d done with these women flashed through her mind. She opted instead for something more practical.
“You may tell me of Paa’eva, and how it is you two can understand me when Da’rak could not when we first met.”
Elgia explained that Da’rak, having broken the code of her language, had already given them and everyone in the castle the key so they might converse with her. She told of the age old tradition of women being naked as far back as she could remember, and Elgia was quite old even by Da’rak’s standards. Hara, however, was a mere babe—a measly 100 years old. The lifespan of a Paa’evaian lasted as long as one could breath, which could run thousands of years. Women traditionally were wives, servants or slaves unless born to a greater cause.
“What greater cause would excuse them?” Kegan asked, her scalp tingling after Elgia finished brushing her hair. Elgia and Kegan were sprawled comfortably on the bed while Hara was on the floor, looking as if she were going through some sort of meditation. “And how would they know if they’re dictated to wife, servant or slave?”
“Simple,” Hara chimed in. “From the moment we are born our fates are apparent.”
“And how is that?” Kegan asked, wondering just how far advanced or backwards this culture was.
Hara gave up trying to meditate and asked, “What color are Da’rak’s eyes?”
“Lavender and gold,” Kegan answered.
“What color are mine and Elgias’ eyes?”
“Green and gold.”
“Very good. I understand you met Lode, the elder with the white hair, do you remember what color his eyes are?”
Kegan had to think a moment before she answered, “White and gold.”
“Good. Now what color were Lekki’s eyes?”
Again, Kegan answered her.
“Exactly, now Lekki, Elgia and I are common people. That is why are eyes are green and gold. Lode is a healer, hence his eyes are white and gold though he has been trained and fought as a warrior. Warriors have eyes of black and gold, Seers have eyes of brown and gold.”
“So the color of your eyes tells your parents what your role in life is to be?” Kegan thought that incredible and how convenient to know what your child was destined for, sure took the worry away. “But what would that make Da’rak?”
Hara grew quiet so Elgia answered. “Da’rak is of the rarest caste, my queen. He is a sorcerer and warrior, a dangerous combination to those whose intents are not good. King Da’rak’s caste makes him hard to kill. Only trickery could oust him from
his throne.”
Kegan felt something very important was being revealed to her. She knew she had to tread lightly, lest the women close up the information superhighway. “Why was Da’rak cast out as king? He seems to be a fair man with a sound head.”
Hara stood and looked to Elgia, who nodded imperceptibly. Hara tiptoed to the door and pressed her ear against it before she gave Elgia the all clear. “You must listen carefully, my queen. Your life may be in danger as was Queen Onn’s. We did not see the danger until it was too late. Trust in Da’rak, for a weakness will give the enemy a stronghold as before.”
“I don’t understand. What happened to Queen Onn?” Kegan remembered the feeling of peace when she had touched Pasha.
“King Da’rak killed her,” Hara said as she came near enough for her whisper to carry.
Kegan went cold at her words. That part of her vision had been correct. She had seen Da’rak impale the beautiful queen with Juchon in her vision. What reasons could he possibly have to kill her?
“Do not fear for you life. He would never hurt you. I can tell he cares for you, you bear his mark. He did not even give that to Queen Onn, though he married her. He loved her in his way, but I suspect he cares for you quite differently.” Elgia looked at Kegan, and for the first time, Kegan suspected a deep hidden wisdom in the woman. She realized there was more to this woman than met the eye. She was not some mere servant, despite the color of her eyes.
“Then why—” Before she could finish her question the door opened and a dirty, bloody Da’rak walked in. The servants immediately stood, bowed and began to leave the room. Elgia gave her once last look before she closed the door. Kegan would hunt those two down later.
“Kill anyone today?” she asked, eyeing the dried blood on the armor and the dirt and grime that encrusted his face.
“No, shanzah. I would be hard-pressed to find a sparring partner if I killed them. Do not worry, the blood is not mine. It belongs to Keir. It seems life without war has made him soft. I think tomorrow, he shall seek vengeance and his pride.” He chuckled to himself, removing the armor. “I hope I was not gone too long. I will have to practice hard. Ghort is not one to be underestimated.
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