Ascension (Royals of Aeterna Book 1)

by J Haney

  Moving the sandwich, I throw the plate at Zane. “Infuriating, man! You say you’ll do as I say, but now you are refusing me? Make up my fucking mind, would ya? I’m starting to get whiplash!” I scream before turning and walking away.

  I can feel the tears starting. I’m not ready for this. I don’t want to do it anymore. I just want to go home and back to my life.

  Just as I’m about to open my door, Zane’s monstrous hand slams it shut before me. I freeze as I’m spun and slammed into the door hard enough it actually rattles. Not only can I hear him huff, but I can feel the heat of his breath against my neck. He has me blocked in. Scenting me as I had him moments ago. I hear the low growl as it resonates in his chest. The rapid beat of his heart makes mine skip, and I swear to the Gods my pussy is about to explode. I try to steady my own breath, but it's ragged.

  “It is not my job to make up your mind.” He says softly. “My job is to follow orders, not take requests. Now, do you have something to order me to, or shall I go to bed and leave you with those sticky thighs?” He leans into me, and his cock cuts into my stomach like a hot knife through butter.

  I open my robe to reveal the nothingness underneath. I lick up his neck. “Fuck me, Zane. Make me forget my name. Make me forget all my worries. It is your Queen’s demand.”

  11

  “A

  s you command, my Queen.” I shudder as her hand slides down my pants and grasps my hard cock. She strokes me as if she could get me any harder. My hand goes for the latch of her door, and before we can fall through, I have her wrapped around me like a fucking anaconda. My mouth crashes into hers, hungry for every heated and sloppy connection. We hit the next door, and I have to put her down for the retinal scan, but naked as she is turning her ass to me leaves her open to my roaming hands. We get inside, and I drop her roughly to the thick carpet. I grab her by the legs and begin to eat her pussy from behind.

  She squeals as I get her ass overhead, and really dig in. “Fuck, yes.” She calls out. “Faster, Zane. I’m-” She stops as I slide my fingers inside, letting my tongue and lips suck her clit in short hard bursts. Soon my fingers are drenched, and she’s taking all three with ease. Grabbing her leg, I flip her, putting her back to the floor.

  “Are you sure?” I ask, licking back her cum. “There is no going back if I do this, I am yours.”

  “Please don’t make me beg. I want to feel you inside me.”

  I nod, and standing lift her to me, “A Queen should be fucked good and hard, but on a soft bed.”

  Stepping around her assorted furniture, I get us onto her enormous and very round bed. I’ll have to be careful not to actually fall off of this thing. She watches me through lidded eyes as I lay her down once more. “How do you want me to fuck you?” I ask, standing over her stroking my aching cock. “Shall I start with your firm round tits? Then tease those swollen pussy lips until you squirt all over these fancy sheets only to cum in that bouncy tight little ass?”

  My Queen’s hand slides down her body. She’s rubbing her own clit. “Yes, all of it. Just fucking touch me already!”

  “My Queen is a feisty feline.” I smile and feel my tiger as he fights to get involved. Lifting her to a seated position puts my cock right at the level of her chest. I watch as she hungrily licks my shaft and fondles my sac. My head drops back, and I enjoy the feel of her lips wrapped around my swelling head. I lean forward, and she gags. A Queen his giving me head, not just any Queen but the High Queen. My Princess, my Queen, my Maya.

  Further forward, I go, now straddling her chest. She grasps her tits as I slip my cock between them. I fuck those perfect pillows in slow, deliberate strokes. My fingers trailing down her stomach between us. She needs to be filled as badly as I want to fill her. With every thrust of my cock I work fingers into her. Curling them against her insides. She begins to holler with my aggressive movements. I want to come, but she’s not had me where she wants me. I pull away and drink her down, giving my body a few moments to recover from its overstimulation. She’s a whimpering mess when I center myself over top of her. Rubbing my cock up and down her hot dripping slit, I tease her clit. Unable to take the torture anymore, she digs her nails into me with one hand while the other grasps me and shoves me into her. I gasp as my cock is enveloped in her tightly clenching hole. I begin to fuck her, and she wraps her legs behind my ass, driving me faster, deeper. Her hips lift, and she meets me with every thrust.

  “Fuck, you feel fantastic,” I growl, my lips inches from her shoulder. I take in her sweet milk and honey scent. I want to devour her. Claim her as my own. My tiger demands satisfaction. I knot inside her, swelling and filling her until her moans drown out the sound of even my thoughts. “I need to cum, I need to know you are mine.” I grit out. “Let me claim you?” My teeth graze her shoulder.

  "I've never been claimed." She's breathless. "One request." She moans again.

  “Anything.” I feel him tearing to the surface. My tiger will not hold back much longer if she does not grant me a claim, I may up and die.

  "You have to call me Maya."

  “Yes, my Queen, my Maya,” I growl before sinking my teeth into her as I cum harder than I have ever in my life. I thrust, pumping my life into her. Filling her with my seed and not caring about the consequences. My cock continues to pulse inside her even as I roll us so that she is now on top of me. I lick back the taste of her blood on my lips. The idea that she is mine keeps me hard, and even as our cum mixes, she continues to ride me, and I happily let her will be done.

  I don’t know how long we have been at it, but I’m exhausted when she finally collapses beside me. I wrap her in my arms. It seems like the right response after a woman lets you fuck her until your cum turns to dust. “I’ve never laid claim before. I think I’ve been waiting all these years for you.” I say as sleep begins to take me. “You are my Maya.”

  The sun filtering through drawn curtains stirs me. The feeling of a soft body against mine further rouses and alarms me. What’s more is this body is not just against me, but on top of me, and I’m pretty sure my morning wood is inside of it. I have a vague memory of a dream that I not only bedded but claimed my Queen. I try to move, but I am quite pinned, and this little body on me is beginning to wiggle.

  "If you get to claim me, does that mean I've claimed you too?" My Queen's little voice asks.

  “Am I really here?” I say softly. “Tell me this is not a wine-induced hallucination. That this morning happened, and I really am feeling every inch of you wrapped around me in every sense.” My hands travel down her bareback, and she arches. “Fuck, that feels-” I trail off as I grasp her hips and urge her to keep moving. “You cannot claim me until your tiger rises.” I moan happily.

  She bounces, making her breasts crack me in the face. "Gods, you fill me perfectly. Zane, I'm going to come."

  I thrust harder, chasing my orgasm, pulling her down to me, so she opens up. I hit her walls, and she begins to light up just as I pound and erupt again. I don’t want it to end, but the sun means our fantasy must retreat, and a new day must begin. Perhaps this is what we could be. Ravenous animals by night and then General and Queen by day. My only hope is that it isn’t somehow written on our faces. That she doesn’t consume my every thought. I can only hope that in claiming her, I have not set myself up for death.

  12

  M y body aches in all of the best ways. As I’m stepping out of the shower, Val wraps a towel around me. We travel back to Rhode Island today. I have to pick up my diploma because I damn well earned it. I have no idea how I’m going to fit both Zane and Val in my little house.

  Val speaking breaks me out of my thoughts. “Seems you took my advice on the General.” She sounds almost pouting.

  “I slept with him. What is the harm in that?” He claimed me, but I’m still not entirely sure about what that all entails. Does that go for Val too? I may want to ask.

  “Do you love him?” She asks softly rubbing me down with lotion, her hand grazes the place Za
ne bit me, and although the mark is gone, I still feel its sting.

  “I-honestly-I don’t know. I feel a strong pull toward him. I have a pull to you too. Can’t I have you both?”

  She’s quiet, and her movements are suddenly hesitant as she sighs. “I don’t know. I mean, the Vēsṭigara and Mechkan are basically solitary by nature. I mean, don’t you feel most at ease when alone in your favorite environment? That said, I think like my kind. That monogamy is a Normals notion. The Lesser Kings have their Harems, so then why should you not lay claim to yours?”

  “I’m bored when I’m alone if I had to be honest. When I was in school in Rhode Island, there was always someone around to keep me from being bored.” I shake my head. “There is so much to do today. Have you packed what you will need? We will be gone a couple of days getting my affairs in order.”

  “Yes. As I explained yesterday, I was already in the process of getting my papers to come to you. I am here in whatever capacity you require.”

  “I know my home will need to be packed. I’d rather someone I trust and care for handle that if it can’t be me.” I say as she helps me into a pants suit for the day. “I’m good here. Go prepare to leave.”

  Val leaves my chamber with a nod of her head, leaving me just how I hate to be. Alone. Looking myself over once more, I grab my glasses and purse with all my essential information.

  Coming through the door, I spot Zane with his back to me. He’s rubbing his hands together then through his hair just as I close the door. His head snaps in my general direction. His eyes have a low glow as he takes me in.

  “My Queen, are you ready?” He asks distractedly.

  I roll my eyes at what he has called me. “Yes, I didn’t figure there was a need to pack anything for myself as I have what I need there. Do you have the schedule? Any idea where all I will need to go?”

  He nods. “Your itinerary allows us to make the arrangements for your parent’s transport. Then it’s lunch with the Governor, who would like to extend her greatest condolences as well as the Dean and President at Brown. They are scrambling so as not to get smeared for allowing the NOM organization to get a footing on campus. Thus making them responsible for the circumstances which led to the assassination.” He swipes up on a tablet. It’s strange to see him using tech when I know he’d rather have a pen and paper.

  I can’t hide my smile. “What brought on the tablet? I thought technology was the Devil.”

  He raises an eyebrow. “You do realize you are referencing a Normal religious deity, one that we do not recognize in our pantheons, yes?”

  “You do realize I have spent the better part of my life with them, yes?” I sass back.

  “Indeed, your Americanization is well documented by your social media accounts. I had no idea you live-streamed, getting that tattoo between your cleavage. I mean, you only wore pasties over your nipples.”

  “Not pasties, they would have been much easier to pull off. I used duct tape. Hurt like a bitch!”

  “Serves you right.” He mumbles as the door opens and in walks Val, my Lady in Red, pants that is. High waisted fire engine red slacks expose a midriff, and her pert little breasts are covered in a black and red floral top accessorized by a black long-sleeved shrug. Her honey brown hair is up in a sleek pony, and her lips are as red and full as her ass in those pants. I see Zane’s eyes lose their glow as they travel to her, then he looks himself over. He is still in the Royal Guard uniform. Down to having his hat tucked under his arm. Lots of brass buttons to bite off later.

  I tap my lip with my finger. “I think you may want to change. Do you need any help with that?” I ask with a smirk playing at my lips.

  “My Queen knows full well that this is my attire, especially now that I have been lifted to the General of her Majesty’s Royal Guard.” His hand waves in a presenting manner. “The only difference that had been made is that while here I may carry a sword, amongst the Normals, it has been replaced by two legally concealed Desert Eagles.”

  “Look at my face… Does it look to be one that is going to follow the rule that you must stay in that? No. Once everything is final, it is my first rule to go. They’re hideous. Please just change.” I stick out my bottom lip with a pout.

  He shakes his head. “While I would like nothing more than to fulfill my Queen’s desire, I am a product of the Royal Guard. I have five states of dress. Formal Guard, Battle Guard, Physical Training, sleep, and naked. Which would you prefer in public?”

  “Well naked, of course.”

  Val snickers. “Wouldn’t mind that myself.” She whispers.

  “Another time. Right now, we must be off.” Zane insists.

  “As soon as we get to Rhode Island, we are doing something about this.” I run my hand over his chest and pout again. “Pity, I can’t feel anything.”

  “Then you are far more fortunate than I.” He steps back, looking at Val, who has become something of a shoegazer. His hand extends toward the exit. “Shall we?”

  “I suppose we must.” I sigh, getting onto the elevator.

  13

  P ortal jumps are never easy for me. Where May gets nauseous, I go entirely deaf for like ten minutes. It’s an inner ear thingy that I don’t really understand. We come out, and I nearly drop, prompting General Zane to aid me to the nearest couch. Some Lady in Attending I am. My job is to cater to my Queen's whims, keep her in high fashion, and ensure she stays to her schedules. So far, all I’ve managed to do is reveal my sexual desire for her and maybe put a target on my back in the General’s eyes.

  I am sure he knows about me as I know about him. We two are locked in a dangerous tango for the heart of our Queen. I wonder if she will choose not to choose at all as she has entertained the notion.

  I watch from my seated position in the waiting area at the consulate and see how she and he genuinely complement each other. She is dark where he is light, his grand stature; I’m sure it makes her feel protected. He can give her babies if she has the guts to make changes to the law. He is useful, whereas I am… What am I exactly? A dalliance to pass the time? I feel a draw to her, I always have, and she says she feels it too, but I wonder, is it enough?

  Regaining my senses, I approach to find that they have arranged for a car to take us to the university so May can retrieve her diploma. Many do not know it, but she majored in finance and economic practices with a focus on global expansions. Things the King, her father, believed would help her. The Duchess was often free with her thoughts, especially after a few glasses of wine.

  May leans into me. "You okay, love?" She asks me barely above a whisper.

  “Y- yes, my Queen. I just think I will need time to get used to the portal transportation once again. You know us, Mechkan, we prefer our foot to the floor.” I smile. “Are we to all share the back of a car, or will the General be taking point, I-” My words leave me when I spy a slender man with hair like fire. We Mechkan are suspicious of the fire types. They were often violent and just plain mean.

  “Maya- er, I mean your Majesty.” This man, this Normal, spoke with such familiarity that the hairs on my neck go sky high.

  "Oren? What are you doing here?" May asks as the General steps in front of her. May places her hand on his back. "It's okay, Zane."

  The General side steps but does not take his hand off his sidearm.

  “I am here to apologize for my behavior the other day. For my negligence and my posturing. In the time I’ve known you, I have grown quite fond of you, and it hurts me that you cannot see that my feelings are, in fact, quite genuine. I would like to stay in service to you.” This Oren lowers his head.

  I stand beside May, and all I want to do is squeeze her, tell her that my whole body screams caution. Something isn’t right, but I am a coward and stay in my place and bite the inside of my cheek to keep from speaking.

  "Really, you must do this now?" May shakes her head. "I-" she pauses speaking, looking from me to the General. "I can't do this right now. You want to work for me? Is it ge
nuine, or are you thinking with your cock? Or is this because I'm now a Queen and you want along for the ride? I know you, Oren, we have been through a lot together. Shared more lovers than one should admit to. So tell me why now?"

  “Honestly? I know you have more feelings for that brooch at your lapel than you do for me, but I am trying to do what I promised. What I have vowed, and yes, what I was paid to do. It was a lot of money, and I cannot give it back, so please, I beg you to permit me to finish out the year. Come January, my contract terminates legally, and I would rather be your gofer and live than the consequences of not paying a debt owed to the crown..”

  He said quite a lot to say so very little. I understand owing a debt. I was here because of a debt, yet, something was still not on the level. The fact that May openly and very publicly just admitted to not only sexual relations with him but several-causes whispers and murmurs amongst those in earshot. With our exceptional hearing, that was mostly the entire hall.

  "You may talk to the guard. I'm not sure as to what you could actually do to aid, but I'd rather not have your head on my shoulders." May is very closed off, hiding behind a wall.

  “Actually, my Queen.” The General clears his throat as if public speaking were a foreign thing for him. “If he wants to earn his stripes, so to speak, he can take over for the driver we were going to be paying. That is if he can drive.”

  “I- I can do that.”

  The General puts out his hand. “You will turn over all electronic devices. We will not permit you to photograph, record, or otherwise broadcast your or our Queen’s whereabouts.”

  Oren begins to unload his pockets and take off his accessories. Watch, belt, sunglasses, hell he has to hand over his shirt as it has a built-in camera! There go his shoes, as they have a pedometer and GPS tracking. Standing in just his jeans and socks, he lifts a brow.