by Noa Xireau
A hairy, sizzling mantle covered her skin. Oh, Goddess, I’m going to die! Her legs, belly, arms, neck…even her face filled with the buzz. Rachel studied Sera frantically. The sorceress stood with narrowed eyes before her, observing how the bees wrapped Rachel up.
“Now let’s get some things clear, my dear princess. King or not, I don’t need to obey your father. The only reason I’m not sitting on his throne is because I’m not interested in it. I only agreed to his stupid request because I wanted my peace, and because I never thought that you’d be able to endure more than a few hours.” Sera crossed her arms and frowned. “You’ve surprised me. I give you that.” She sighed heavily. “I’m going to keep my word…if you’re able to go through to the end, of course.”
Sera’s tone revealed that things would get worse before the training ended, but if the training continued, then at least Rachel would be alive. Rachel’s eyes burned with unshed tears of relief. The bees kept crawling over Rachel’s skin, reminding her that the danger was still there. Sera took a step toward Rachel until their noses almost touched.
“Never, ever, try to pressure or threaten me again, little princess. I’m the one who decides what, when, and how, until this training is over. Either you take it or you leave it.” Sera straightened. “And now, wash and prepare yourself. I’ll be inside.”
With that, Sera marched away. The bees disappeared as fast as they had appeared. Rachel’s knees buckled. She fell sobbing to the ground, trying desperately to fill her lungs with air. Goddess, she had never been so scared in her life! She sank her fingers into the earth, grateful for the calming sensation. She was alive!
The fact that Sera had so much power as to be able to kill Rachel or her father without even touching them felt like a punch to her guts. No wonder Sera had never shown signs of fear before Rachel’s father. Her father was the one who should be afraid of Sera! The woman had probably laughed her ass off each time Rachel had tried to compel her to obey.
Shame filled Rachel. How did Sera see her? Probably like a spoiled brat used to getting whatever she wanted. Rachel pressed her eyelids tightly closed. That wasn’t the way she wanted to be seen by Sera.
* * * *
Rachel took a deep breath before she opened the door. Sera was sitting before the fireplace, staring at the flames.
“Mistress?”
Sera didn’t avert her gaze from the fire, but she invited Rachel to enter with a short wave of her hand. Rachel closed the door after her and hesitated.
“Mistress?” Rachel insisted. She wasn’t sure what to say, but they needed to talk.
“Yes?” Sera asked, seemingly distracted.
Rachel swallowed. “I’m sorry.”
Sera turned toward her and raised an eyebrow. “And exactly what are you sorry for?”
Good question. Rachel kept her gaze on the floor.
“I’m sorry for everything. For my continuous demands, for putting pressure on you in my father’s name, for acting like…a spoiled brat, for…everything!” Rachel took a deep breath. “Today I just wanted to know what was happening. You’ve spent the day ignoring me, and I don’t know why. Making me clean for hours seemed more a strategy to keep me occupied and away from you than part of the real training.” Rachel shrugged slightly. “I-I suppose that I’m not used to… I mean…I’ve been taught that a princess has to be always firm in her demands and to let nobody play her for a fool unless it is with a goal in mind.”
“You’re right.” Sera sighed.
What? Rachel bit her lip.
“I’ve tried to keep my distance today.”
“Why?” Rachel wanted to get closer to Sera, but her feet didn’t move.
Sera rested her head against the back of the chair and stared at the ceiling. “There are several reasons. The most crucial of those reasons is the fact that you don’t trust me.”
“But—”
Sera raised a hand, silencing Rachel. “Yes, of course. I know how beautifully you submit when it comes to sex. However, you keep seeing an enemy in me, someone who would betray you at the first opportunity.”
Rachel opened her mouth to deny Sera’s accusation, but no words came out. Sera was right. As much as Rachel’s feelings for the woman had changed in the last few days, she didn’t trust Sera. Not totally, at least.
“You’ve made it clear that you don’t want to take me to the festival,” Rachel protested.
“I’ve never denied it, and no, I still don’t want to take you with me,” Sera admitted without hesitation.
“How can I trust you, knowing that you’re going to do whatever is in your power to make me quit?”
“Do you know the main reason why I don’t want to take you with me to the festival?” Sera asked.
“You claim that it is because you can’t guarantee my security.”
“And do you believe me?” Sera’s eyes bored into Rachel.
“Well…yes, I suppose so.” Rachel shifted uncomfortably.
“If you believe I want to protect you, then why were you afraid I would kill you when we were in the backyard?”
“I’ve never—”Of course I’ve thought she wanted to kill me. Yesterday at the sacrifice and again today with the bees. A hot blush covered Rachel’s face as she noticed Sera’s raised eyebrow. “I’m sorry.”
“The problem isn’t to be sorry or not. The problem is that in order to cheat the whole I’maggus community, you need to seem like a real pet, you need to feel like one, submit like one… And you won’t be able to do it if you aren’t able to trust me. A real pet would never be suspicious of her Mistress, because she belongs in body and soul to her owner.”
Rachel went to the nearest stool and sat. She rubbed her eyes and let out a heavy sigh. Sera was right. Either Rachel forgot who and what she was and gave herself over to Sera, or she would never get out alive from that damn festival. But how could someone give herself over so completely? Rachel looked at Sera. Their gazes met. Rachel could get lost in those intense gray eyes. What kind of relationship would exist between them without the festival and her father’s orders? Would they have been lovers? Would she have submitted to Sera? Would she ever submit to someone else again in the future? Once the threat to Aritz was over, there would be no excuse left to stay with Sera or to submit again to the sorceress. There wouldn’t be more opportunities to give herself over to Sera.
Rachel took a deep breath. Maybe they had faced the issue from the wrong point of view. What would happen if she didn’t try to be a pet, but Sera’s pet?
“What if I told you that I’m able to trust you?” Rachel asked in a whisper.
“Why should I believe you?” Sera asked.
Good question. Although Rachel wasn’t prepared to answer. “Give me another opportunity. Please.”
There was a long silence before Sera rose and went to the shelf. She took a glass tube and turned around to Rachel. A cold shiver ran down Rachel’s spine as she saw all the bees trapped inside the glass. Sera shook the glass tube. The furious bees flew like crazy, crashing against the crystal walls in their attempt to escape. Rachel pressed her fingernails into her palms, already afraid of what Sera would ask from her.
“You want another opportunity to demonstrate that you are able to entrust your body and security to me? Here’s your opportunity.” Sera left the glass tube on the table. “A woman who’s scared and frightened for her life won’t relax enough to come and much less if she has to do it fast. I’m going to make myself a tea, and I’ll take it in front of the fireplace. That’s the time you have to keep those bees angry and use the tube to give yourself enough pleasure to come for me.”
“What?” Rachel stared horrified at Sera. Was the woman crazy? Sera wanted to put those furious bees between her thighs?
“Take it or leave it. It’s up to you.” Sera turned and went to the fireplace.
Shit! Rachel looked at the angry bees. What if the tube opened and those angry killers went for her? What if the glass tube fell out of her hands—or le
gs—and broke against the ground?
Rachel turned to Sera. “Tell me that nothing is going to happen to me.”
“Nothing is going to happen to you, not now and not ever, as long as I’m at your side,” Sera stated calmly as she poured steaming water into a cup.
Rachel took a deep breath and nodded. If Sera said that nothing would happen, then nothing would happen. She had seen how Sera had commanded the bees when they were in the backyard. Rachel took the tube with sweaty hands. A strange tickling on her fingertips almost made the tube slip out from her fingers. Startled, Rachel gawked at the odd object. The bees were colliding so angrily against the walls that the whole tube vibrated.
Taking a peek at Sera, Rachel saw that the woman was already sitting before the fireplace. There was no time to waste! She had to follow Sera’s orders now or everything was over. Sera wouldn’t give her another chance if Rachel failed to pass the test.
She could do it! Determined, Rachel took the tube and went to the fireplace. She knelt down before Sera and looked the sorceress in the eyes. Sera wanted faith and angry bees? Well, Rachel would give her that damned faith with the angry bees! She vigorously shook the tube. Hopefully she would forget that those were bees what she was going to put between her thighs, because she could find nothing arousing in playing with herself while thinking of those insects. She’d better hurry if she was supposed to come before Sera finished her cup of tea.
When the bees seemed frantic enough, Rachel put the tube between her legs. The smooth crystal slipped between her folds. She was… Oh! Oh, my Goddess! Rachel’s eyes widened. A slow smile appeared on Sera’s face.
“Is everything all right, little princess?” Sera raised a mocking eyebrow.
All right? Rachel doubled over. She hadn’t expected how the tube would be vibrating against her flesh, nor had she expected the incredible pleasure she would get. Rachel forced herself to hold Sera’s gaze as the sorceress took a slow sip of her cup. Yes, everything would be all right! Rachel would come—impossible not to come with that thing against her pussy—but she wasn’t going to come alone. Rachel wanted to see the sorceress aroused and hungry for her.
Rachel moved backward until she sat on her heels with the tube caught between her thighs, vibrating against her damp flesh. She bit her lip to silence her moans. Swinging her hips slowly back and forth, Rachel used her hands to roam freely over her body, caressing herself, kneading her breasts, pinching her nipples. She fondled herself in the way she wished Sera would touch her, and let the sorceress witness her bliss.
Only when Rachel heard a crash followed by the rustle of fabric did she notice that her eyelids had closed. She opened them to find the cup on the ground with the tea spilled all over the floor. Sera had lifted her skirt, exposing her long legs and her smooth pussy. Rachel licked her lips as the sorceress’s slender fingers opened the dark-pink folds to reach the swollen nub inside.
“Do you like what you see?” the sorceress asked with a series of fast, short caresses over her pussy.
“Yes.” Rachel pressed her thighs together to increase the sizzling vibration between her legs and squeezed her nipples. “Yes, I do.”
“You know?” Sera traced fast circles over her nub. “I love the way your body gives away your arousal. Your lips swell and acquire the color of sweet, ripe figs; red patches appear on your cheeks and cleavage, and your breasts grow bigger and rounder.”
A moan escaped Rachel at Sera’s smoky, seductive voice.
“Are you going to come for me now, little princess?”
Rachel nodded. She was close, so, so close! She rotated her hips faster and squeezed her inner muscles. A powerful pleasure washed through her womb, though as strong as the feeling was, it wasn’t enough for Rachel to come. Oh, Goddess, she had to come! She couldn’t disappoint Sera. Not that Rachel didn’t want to come or that she wasn’t excited enough, or even that the vibration against her pussy wasn’t enough. Sera was what was missing for her. Sera’s hands, her voice, her skin…
“Please…help me!” Rachel swallowed down her desperate urge to weep. “I need you.”
The black dress fell to Sera’s feet as the sorceress rose, making Rachel swallow at the enticing sight. Sera went down on her knees before Rachel. Their breasts touched, and Sera’s warm breath caressed Rachel’s face.
“Are you mine, princess?”
A hot, liquid wave raced through Rachel’s womb at the sorceress’s low, rough whisper.
Sera traced Rachel’s cheek with her nose. “Tell me you’re mine, and I’ll give you whatever you ask from me.”
“Oh, Goddess, yes!”
With her fingers in Rachel’s hair, Sera pulled Rachel’s head back and stared into her eyes. “Tell me. I want to hear it!”
“I’m yours, Mistress. I’m yours by whatever means, however and whenever you want me.” A sob escaped Rachel as she became aware that she was saying the truth. “Oh, Goddess, I’m yours!”
Sera caught the end of the tube between her thighs and pressed her body against Rachel’s.
“Then obey and let’s come together!” Sera ordered, silencing Rachel’s sobs and whimpers with her mouth as they rocked together. Rachel surrounded Sera’s neck with her arms and held on to her while the sorceress took Rachel’s ass with both hands and pushed her closer. Sera’s warmth and the vibration on Rachel’s pussy took Rachel straight to ecstasy. As if Sera had been waiting for Rachel to come, Sera came right after. The sorceress’s long fingernails sank into Rachel’s ass cheeks as her muscles tensed and the woman’s long, tortured wail followed Rachel’s cry of pleasure.
Chapter Ten
Rachel sighed and turned around in her cage. From the bed another sigh sounded, almost like an echo.
“Are you going to keep turning around the whole night?” Sera grumbled.
“Sorry, I can’t sleep.” Regardless of how tired Rachel was, her mind just refused to shut down. Too much had happened this last week, and the Moon Festival was almost here.
A candle lit on the nightstand. Rachel gasped. She wasn’t sure she would ever get used to the ease with which Sera used her magic. Sera mumbled something incoherent and covered her head with the blankets. Rachel covered her mouth to silence her startled squeal when the cage suddenly opened with a loud click. She stared from the open door to Sera’s still form under the blankets. Did Sera want her to come out from the cage, or was Sera just too asleep to know what she was doing?
“What are you waiting for?” Sera lifted the blanket. “Come here!”
Rachel didn’t need a second invitation. She rushed out of the cage and into the bed to snuggle close to Sera’s warmth.
“Turn around.” Sera waited until Rachel had turned around to spoon her from behind and hold her in a tight embrace.
Rachel stared into the candle’s dancing flame and tried not to think too much, except for how their naked bodies shared their warmth, and the way Sera’s silky skin brushed against her own.
“What is it?” Sera finally asked.
Rachel kept staring at the orange flame. “Aritz isn’t going to come back without the witch, is he?”
Sera embraced Rachel tighter and kissed her shoulder. “Probably not. If it’s true what I suspect and your brother has submitted willingly to the witch, then he’s the one who has chosen to stay with her. Some bonds are exceptionally strong and difficult to break.”
Rachel had been afraid Sera would say that. Being with Sera, feeling the freedom to submit to her and give over her whole being had opened Rachel’s eyes. Only a few days with Sera and Rachel was already bound to the sorceress in the most intimate way a human being could be tied to another. She could only imagine how strong that bond would be for Aritz, who had already spent weeks with his witch. A giant weight pushed Rachel down as she turned toward Sera. “If Aritz doesn’t come back, then I’ll have to accept his position as ruler.” Rachel tried to hold her tears back.
“Why would that be so bad?” Sera asked, gently removing loose strands o
f hair from Rachel’s face.
“People would expect me to be perfect, strong, smart, and always in control.” Rachel gulped down the giant knot in her throat as the expression in Sera’s beautiful eyes changed.
A queen was expected to order and rule, never to submit to another person, not even to a lover. If, after the Moon Festival, Aritz didn’t come back, Sera and she would never be together again. Sera couldn’t change what she was, and Rachel didn’t want to change her either.
A sad smile appeared on Sera’s face as she traced Rachel’s features gently with her fingertips. Sera’s touch was soft, almost reverent. Rachel’s lips still felt swollen from their lovemaking; however, when Sera bent toward Rachel, their kiss was mutual, tender, and nearly timid, as if this was the first true kiss they had ever shared. The princess in Rachel woke up. She slipped her hand between Sera’s coal-black curls to press her closer, and turned to position herself partially over Sera.
Their world reduced to the sounds of humid kisses and rustling bedsheets. Their nipples brushed against each other in light, almost ethereal caresses. Their soft feminine curves touched here and there like silk gliding against silk. They explored each other’s mouths with mutual abandon, sensuously, lovingly, starved, with their tongues moving in a slow, hungry dance that caressed and claimed at the same time.
When the sorceress’s pooling wetness branded Rachel’s thigh and Sera’s hot pussy rubbed against her leg, Rachel stifled a moan against Sera’s lips. Sera’s long fingers traced Rachel’s back, her fingernails leaving a sensual burn in their wake as they slipped downward toward Rachel’s ass to press their bodies closer together.
Rachel reached for Sera’s breast. The sorceress’s unusually long nipples offered a temptation impossible to resist. Rachel pinched them…hard. Sera’s whole body contorted with a gasp. Rachel smiled. Apparently, the sorceress enjoyed pain, and not only others’. Rachel lowered her head, sucking at the dark red nipple while she kneaded the firm breast. The wet sounds in the room began to mix with hoarse moans. Sera’s hips rose, higher and higher, pressing against Rachel almost desperately and leaving Rachel’s thigh bathed in sweet honey.
