Virgin Queen

by Ruby Storm

Karn spun from a sagging Tennae, took up his sword, and pressed the shiny tip against her silky throat. “Take another step and her blood will seep onto the ground.”

  Hector skidded to a halt when a tiny drop of red trickled down Tennae’s neck. Her naked body dipped further and it was then he realized she had fainted. What travesties had she suffered? This one question had plagued him the entire time he raced, bruised and beaten, across barren lands to retrieve his love. It was no longer a matter of keeping the generations flowing into the future. It was about regaining substance in his life with her lilting voice and smiling face. Hector loved Tennae without boundaries.

  His hand tightened over the hilt of his sword. “If you value your life, you will step away from her.”

  Karn quickly pressed the tip of his blade against Tennae’s breast directly over her heart and screamed to stop the man in his tracks. “If you value hers, you will stay where you are.” His wary but frightened gaze scanned the soldiers who surrounded their leader. He pricked Tennae’s skin to draw blood. “She will die before your eyes if you come any closer.”

  Hector struggled to check the anger that consumed him. My Tennae…my beautiful Tennae…I will spend my life making up for your suffering… Hector tightened his grip on the hilt of his sword, measuring the distance between him and the man who would die shortly. “This is your last chance to lower your sword.”

  Karn’s ruddy face paled as he stared into the face of death. There was no way out. There were no last chances. He understood without a doubt that Hector would kill him no matter if Tennae lived or died. He would not go alone.

  The split second Karn’s eyes moved to watch his blade slide into the tender skin beneath the metal tip, a wild howl filled the air.

  The whisking sound of a blade was heard just before Karn’s eyes bulged wide and his mouth gaped open in pain. Hector yanked his weapon from Karn’s body and watched the dead man crumble to the ground. He leapt forward, gently supported Tennae’s limp body in his arms, and freed her from the bindings.

  * * * * *

  Tennae ran a brush through her long tresses and studied her reflection in the gilt-framed mirror. The edges of a silken robe hugged her sun-darkened cleavage devoid now of the blisters that marred her tender skin only two weeks earlier. A soft smile curved her full lips. She should be exhausted after the lengthy day but, instead, her eyes sparkled with excitement, and her body flushed at the thought of the coming night.

  The day of her wedding had been overlong, but Hector’s subjects would have it no other way. Even now, the occasional sounds of their merriment and revelry filtered through the open window.

  “Hector’s subjects…” she mumbled with amazement and thought about the weeks past.

  She had wakened in his tender embrace somewhere across a barren Sector. It was on the trip back to his home that he declared his love and gave her the option to marry him—not demanded, but let it be her choice! The two weeks that followed were the most joyous of her young life as her tender body healed.

  Tennae accepted his proposal simply because he had crept inside her heart and taken a firm hold. This she had discovered before he even arrived at the horrible Cave to rescue her from Sector Seven’s madness. And after she accepted his proposal? He calmly stated he was a king. Together they would lead his people. They would begin their entwined life tonight and share many children. As the years progressed, they would do their best to assure the human race did not disappear from the face of the earth. Hopefully, Hector’s forethought and goodness would outlive him always.

  Tennae rose from the settee and gazed about the softly lit room, noting the huge bed draped in satin. Candles sputtered about the room, the light shimmering off the silk-covered walls. Somewhere outside the open window, sudden melodic strains of a flute floated in to the four corners of the room. Hector was on his way!

  The door behind her opened quietly. Tennae spun to see her love enter. Hector stood across the room, also cloaked in a silken robe, and silently stared.

  “Is something wrong, my King?”

  He shook his head slowly. “Nothing could be wrong, my Queen—not with you standing in the candlelight waiting for me to arrive. You are so very beautiful. You remind me of all things that are good and right in my world.”

  She lifted her arms to him. “Then come, my Liege, for I have waited for you my entire life.”

  Hector crossed the room and was welcomed into her embrace. His eyes squeezed tightly as he held her close, overwhelmed by his love for her. Tennae stepped back and, instantly, he felt the loss of her nearness until he realized the first night of the rest of their lives was about to begin.

  Tennae slowly untied the sash at her trim waist, opened her robe, and let the gossamer material float over her shoulders and fall to the floor. She stood proudly before him, ready to grant his every wish.

  Hector reached for his own sash, but Tennae stayed his hands. Her fingers plucked at the loose knot until she was able to glide the flat of her palms over the warm skin of his stomach. He shrugged off the robe as her hand moved down to stroke his velvety cock.

  Their gazes locked.

  “I love you, my lord. Never doubt that.” Her tongue flicked across her full bottom lip. “The last fortnight has been hard on me. I desired nothing but to show you how much.”

  Hector gently caressed the length of her smooth cheek with the back of his fingers. “Waiting to fully love you has also been difficult for me.” His hand suddenly stilled and a slight shudder accompanied a flash of pain in his dark eyes. “I was so frightened that I would not find you. It mattered not that Karn might take your virginity—it only mattered that I found you alive.”

  She rested her cheek against his furred chest. “I am here, my love, safe in your arms, and will never seek another. Love me, Hector.”

  Tennae was lifted into his arms and carried to the bed. Hector pressed passionate kisses against her mouth as he laid her on the mattress and covered her petite body with his own.

  Fingers intertwined as Hector moved his lips to capture a taut nipple between his lips. Before the night was over, the virgin Queen would be his in every sense. That ownership, however, would be forestalled as long as he could withstand. Hector intended to take many a journey over the divine slopes and valleys of her body before finally making Tennae his in every sense.

  Tennae very quickly ruined his plans. She raised her knees, wrapped her legs about his waist, and pressed her wet pussy to his throbbing erection. “Now. I will wait no longer. Later we will play. As your queen, I demand to be filled.” An impish glint brightened her eyes as her moist lips closed over his.

  Hector smiled against her mouth. “Your wish is my command…” He rose slightly to his knees, nudged Tennae’s hot slit with his cock until he found her wet opening, and slid slowly past her spread lips. Her gasp echoed his deeper one as her body sheathed him in welcome.

  He glided further into the heat.

  Her pussy stretched around him.

  “Deeper…” came the breathless moan as her knees locked tighter about his thrusting hips.

  * * * * *

  A beautiful young girl with soft hair the color of night sat at her bedroom desk, opened her logbook, and took up a pen. “August 20th, 6023,” Hectania spoke aloud as she wrote the date on the page.

  As she automatically wrote the basic happenings of the day, her mind separated itself from her hand. In three days time, she would attend the Earth Conference and introduce the world to a very special diary. The aged book that was passed down from generation to generation had somehow survived these many years, a secret kept by her family all that time. “But no longer. It’s time my namesakes get the recognition they deserve.” The book would be placed in the Government’s museum amidst the fanfare of a great celebration to be preserved for all time, to be used as a reminder of what can happen when humankind forgets they are but a visitor on the great planet called Earth.

  For years, the many scientists of the world had searched
for information on the group or groups of people that somehow lived through a great nuclear war over a thousand years earlier. Who were those first few who emerged from the devastation of a world nearly destroyed by the travesties created by man? And how were they able to set a contract between all mankind to move forward once more and create a world that really was devoid of war, pestilence, and hatred of those who were different?

  “An entire millennium,” she mumbled as she dropped the pen, rose, and crossed to a safe hidden in the wall of her family home. “It’s so hard to believe that I’m directly related to those who could be called the new mother and father of Earth…”

  Spinning the dial, the corners of her full lips turned upward when she came to the last number. A telltale click sounded. She opened the heavy door, carefully removed a wooden box, and returned to her desk.

  The hinges opened with a creak. Hectania lifted the tattered leather-bound book and reverently placed it on the wooden surface before her. Her heart beat a little quicker as she opened the cover to read the first page. She always had this response whenever her fingers came in contact with the yellowed paper. Settling back into the chair with a happy sigh, she began to read…

  * * * * *

  My name is Queen Tennae. I write down these words in hopes they will be read by my children’s children and all those future wonderful souls of my blood. The world we live in is a fragile thing. Remember to care for it, to nourish its growth. We have been given a second chance to amend the wrongs that the human race once crafted with jealousy, greed, and war.

  I would like to tell you a story of a wonderful man, King Hector, who wished great things for all mankind…

  About the author:

  Ruby Storm was born and raised in Minnesota and has lived there her entire life. Spending time in the outdoors is something she still enjoys immensely, whether it be camping or working in her garden.

  Being an avid reader and relishing her state’s history is what prompted her to begin writing seven years ago. She has published the first two novels of a trilogy for another publishing company and is finishing up the third installment. Ruby and her husband of twenty-eight years (also her high school sweetheart) have three children and many friends and family who have supported her desire to write. Being captivated with it, she doesn’t plan to stop any time soon. She also plans to have a long and sizzling relationship with Ellora's Cave.

  Ruby welcomes mail from readers. You can write to her c/o Ellora’s Cave Publishing at P.O. Box 787, Hudson, Ohio 44236-0787.

  Also by Ruby Storm:

  Lucy’s Double Diamonds

  Payton’s Passion

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