by TylerRose.
Her sexual experience was sublime. The eroticism of a goddess not yet come to fruition.
“It is hardly a punishment when she revels in every strike,” Dorn complained.
“What would you have me do, Royal Brother? This is the traditional Voranian method of punishment. Is it not? That is what was ordered, was it not? Whipping the breasts and tormenting with touch. That she likes what Voranians hate is not my fault. Nor is it hers. I do obey my father. Shall I whip her breast harder?”
He did, holding her breast by the nipple to pull it down and taut, and swinging faster so that the loop cut the air and she could hear it coming. He found the sound alone caused peaks in her arousal. The cord landed on the top of her breast a dozen times and he repeated on the other.
“I whip her harder and she barely feels it, Brother. Should we instead punish her with penetration?” Shestna asked. “My wife, what would you say if I told Dorn he may penetrate you to issue more punishment with whatever vigor he deems suitable?”
She lifted her knees and placed her feet outside Shestna’s calves, opening herself wide to expose and offer pink flesh already flooded with her own lubrication. His fingertips slid down into milky juices to show Dorn how profusely she could wet.
Shestna chuckled to slip the slickness around with two fingers and thumb. He kissed her hot temple and swung the loop hard, directly onto her nipple. Dorn blinked in wide-eyed surprise to see a jet of liquid shoot out several inches to the floor while she shuddered in his brother’s arms in obvious orgasm. Those soft fingers on her nipples again and she had another orgasm from his infinite tenderness.
“Husband,” she whispered in a blissful gasp.
He kissed her again. “Await me in my bed, wife.”
She pushed away from him, turned and crawled up the sofa to the floor to stand and walk around. Shestna watched her the entire way, even as she walked down the corridor.
“Do you wish to punish her yourself, my brother?” Shestna asked, holding out the loop of cord. “Whip her harder in our father’s name and see if you can bring forth tears of repentance. I will not stop you. She certainly won’t stop you. Not now I’ve got her in this state.”
Dorn released a hard breath. “Yes, you have done it all according to the traditional ways. That is what I will report to Father, but he will know it is no punishment to the female.”
“Yet it is done in accordance with Voranian law. In accordance with our Emperor Father’s law. In order for it to be a real punishment for her, I would have to use the slicing whip. Ask Father if it is his desire that I permanently scar her for refusing to let herself again be sickened and debilitated by his sacred crystal. I implore him to see the injustice in that, knowing what is known of her and what she may yet become. While you’re at it, inform him that she will never be present for worship.”
“You are very brave when it is I who will stand before him and tell him these things,” Dorn complained.
“I will come and say them myself if he wishes. But not until after I have relieved my wife of the intense and boundless arousal I’ve built in her. I’ll be a good two or three hours, I’m sure. My young goddess is certain to be desperately insatiable after such a whipping.”
He left Dorn in the living room and found his wife resting across his bed. A hand down her thigh and she opened for him with the warmest of smiles. He stretched himself over her torso, slipped his fingers between hers and gave her every minute of what she needed without further restraining her body or her passions.
“Well?” Emperor Encito demandedwhen his Surety Chief returned from his assigned duty and presented himself in the Emperor’s apartment.
“If we might speak in privacy, Father,” Dorn replied with a glance to the servants and brothers in attendance.
Encito sent them all away with a single wave and offered Dorn the empty seat on the angle from himself.
“It is done in accordance with Your Majesty’s law and all Voranian tradition. He had a punishment of his own to issue first. A 2500 stroke strap whipping for calling him hubby. It is a pet name meaning husband in her native language, but she knew well what it means here. That done, he whipped her with a cord in the traditional Voranian way.”
“Your tone says there is something more I should know,” Encito observed.
“The female is not Voranian, Father. Nothing about either whipping was a punishment to her or ever will be. She presented herself to her Lord and Master without a single protest. Even offered a new position so that she could take his strap more readily and comfortably. She took profound pleasure in both whippings, to the point of orgasm. It has never been our way to use a whip that cuts the skin and I seriously wonder if even that would be punishment to her. Rather than turning contrite and repentant, she went into a state of elated acceptance and submissive euphoria. This female does not scorn penetration, but welcomes it in magnitudes that are counted in hours.”
“Hours?” Encito questioned.
“Your First Son says that he will gladly come and convey all this to you himself, but expects he will need two or three hours to fully quench the fire he has whipped into his bride. He refuses to leave her suffering. I do not think he was exaggerating, but I could return and observe to verify his claim for you.”
Encito sat back in his seat, fingered his wine goblet, and began to laugh. He waved his son out, dismissing him to other duties. Alila came out from the doorway where she’d been listening, placed her hands over her husband’s shoulders. He grasped one, kissed it.
“Do you believe Shestna’s boasts?”
“I do, my dearest. You were once thus. I remember the first time I ever whipped you in punishment. You looked over your shoulder at me and told me to whip you harder if I ever wanted to get anywhere.”
She chuckled, also recalling that day.
“I remember we used to romp for hours and hours, wrestling and laughing. You were one of those rare Feralinas who actually enjoyed it.”
“Because one of your anchors had this inexplicable talent for finding one particular spot that made me crazy with need,” she said, and kissed his cheek. “Shall I go to the Concubine room and bring up another new one for you? Something that needs a good whipping to put her in her proper place?”
“No. Prepare us a small Rovan. I would spend my hours with you, alone as we used to do. You are still and always will be my favorite wife.”
“As you are my favorite husband,” she teased. “I will do my best, of course; but I am getting too old to go for very long anymore.”
“I will be pleased enough, my love,” he patted her hand. “I’ll be there in a moment.”
Chapter Four
“We both know you will not remain my wife, but Mother is absolutely insistent that you have this house. I agree. It is yours, Tyler. Whenever you need a safe place, this is your place. You own it for life and need not contact me or tell me you are here. You have a team of three Neverseens to keep the place up while you are gone and tend you when you are here.”
“I have a place on Earth,” she said, but went inside when he opened the door.
“Yes, where no one can ever offer you any sort of protection. Here, at least, you will have a wall that Earnol will not dare come through: Father’s declaration that you are his daughter. The Congress cannot touch you here.”
“You’ll pardon me if I’m not too quick to put myself under your father’s thumb.”
“Of course. He has sent back his concession that you will not ever have to attend a worship service. Take a look around. Get a feel for the house, knowing it is yours. If you have a sudden urge to be in your own place for solitude, you will know where to come. I’ll wait here at the door.”
She walked through the central front room toward the bright doors directly opposite. The structure was not a box. The front room split off in two directions like a wide, almost straight V. The doors opened to a long and narrow courtyard with a walk down the middle. Garden plots lined the sides, separated by short walks to
doors. Two benches and a small water fountain also decorated the area. A high roof overhead protected from the rain while letting through sunshine.
Down the left side of the V was a library/sitting room leading to a master suite. The usual furniture, including a bed with an ornate headboard but no footboard. In the far corner of the suite sat a sunken bathing pool five feet across.
Coming out the access door closer to the library, she crossed the center walk and looked into the three doors on the opposite side. Identical bedrooms. The nearest two shared a bath in the back end of the rooms. The other, on the end, had its own bath. On the other side of them, off the right side of the front room, were the dining room and kitchen.
The place was fully furnished, if a bit Spartan and undecorated.
“You’re going to insist I take it, aren’t you?” she said, returning to him by the door.
“I don’t have to. Father and Mother already have. It’s yours. Not the promise of a bed whenever you need it or a room to be made ready. This is your own home, here and waiting for its Mistress to return. No expectations. No anticipations.”
“Okay, fine. It’s here if I want to come,” she finally conceded.
He grasped her by the marital beads to pull her forward for a kiss.
“Thank you, Femina. Mother would never forgive me if you did not accept.”
“The way they fuss, I’d expect you to be the heir,” she said as they left.
“I know. I was the heir for a time, until there were enough sons that he could choose a younger one. Every one of them has been heir at one time or another. He sometimes changes who the heir is every week. Whichever is heir when he passes will inherit and the mother will at once be investigated very closely. As will all of the male children.”
“No doubt,” she chuckled, getting into his vehicle.
The principality wasn’t so large they couldn’t walk to his home, but he’d wanted to use the vehicle rather than walk.
“When are we going to address the elephant in the room?” she asked as they passed the market.
“What elephant is that?”
“Am I the only one who feels it? When and how do we end this?”
“I prefer not to think on it until it is time. I want to enjoy our last day together.”
“What will we do with the rest of our day?”
“I was intending to give you another of those long belt whippings you like and take my pleasure of you again for as long as you can take it,” he said.
“Do I have to call you a bad name first?”
“Not this time, Femina,” he smiled.
“Should we not speak the love word if we’ll be ending it?” she asked.
“You may if you are so moved. There is nothing prohibiting it.”
“Are you going to expect to come to my bed on the station, if I ever sleep there again?”
“Expect? No. But I will not refuse the invitation. I do, however, expect that you will refuse my invitations until it suits you,” he replied.
“Why?” she asked.
“Because that is you, my dearest one. You do nothing until it suits you. It’s one of the things I love about you.”
“So you do love me.”
He stopped the car in the drive across the street from his front door and turned his head to look at her.
“I never denied it, Tyler. What game are you playing?”
“I imagine it wouldn’t be prudent to declare love for every Seven-Day bride when you’re really just saving them from an asshole,” she said, avoiding his question.
“You are correct. I did it to prevent them from living in misery for those seven days as you have experienced with someone else. They could be free of his harassment for the rest of their lives.”
They got out of the car and he stopped her at the rear, putting her back to it and stepping forward between her knees. He fingered a bead as he spoke.
“After the unpleasantness of trickery and the challenge, I offered you the flower because I wanted to and you accepted it of your own free will. Once we part, I will not act as though you are mine because you will no longer belong to me. You will be free to live your life without consulting me on anything. There will be no child to bind us. Love whomever you please. Live where you please. Marry if it pleases you. I will wish you all the best for your future, whatever it may be, and will forever lament that you could not love me more. But until I set you free, I want not to speak of it again. I will release you when it suits me, and that won’t be until tomorrow morning. Seven days and seven nights. Until it is time, I want to enjoy every minute I have with you, knowing I will never have you to myself again.”
“Fair enough. First one to your bed gets the most orgasms.”
She teleported. He followed in two seconds and the wrestling match began. It ended rather quickly with clothes ripped and shredded off and she was over his knee for a spanking she couldn’t help but laugh and shriek her way through.
“You can fuck my ass too,” she said when he flipped her onto her back on the bed and moved to take position.
“You really like that?” he asked.
“Tremendously. Just be slow at first. And I would suggest extending first and then penetrating, and leaving it extended when you withdraw, so you can go clean up. You wouldn’t want bacteria and stuff to be pulled in. Do your people have condoms?”
“Condoms?” he repeated the one word spoken in Earth English.
“A barrier over the penis to prevent the spread of disease and also pregnancy.
“Why would we want to prevent pregnancy?”
“Okay, I guess your people wouldn’t. Disease?”
“We eradicated all forms of sexual diseases centuries ago, as have most planets of the Congress. That’s another reason we’re not allowed to go to Earth. Sex with the natives can kill you.”
“Well, not me. I’ve never been sick a day in my life except when I was poisoned by your water,” she grinned, and poked him on the shoulder with a silicone covered nail tip.
He penetrated her vagina. “I prefer this opening. If ever you choose to invite Dorn, he can have the other. Have I said yet how much I appreciate the depth of your female channel?”
“No,” she grunted.
“You are deep enough I can extend within you almost my full length. It’s a wonderful sensation. I would share it with you, but your side of the experience is too intense to allow it.”
“You talk too much.”
“As much as you protest, your physical response says you like it a great deal. Someone has talked to you during the joining, continued to talk even after your protests. Perhaps he told you to shut your mouth?”
She said nothing and he felt that buildup of her energies that meant a battle of wills.
“Ahhh, he did. So I say it as well. Shut up, woman. I will talk while I have you if it pleases me, and it does please me. I will think about our every joining. Frequently. How you breathe and struggle within yourself until you finally reach that point when you must give up your struggles to have the first climax. Like now,” he said with a sharp thrust that catapulted her into a hard orgasm. “As you come down from the first, your entire body relaxes, submitting to your lover’s will. I know you do not have many lovers. One at a time, it seems, for now. You don’t waste yourself if you don’t think it’ll be worth the effort. Never waste yourself, Femina. Never sell yourself again.”
Her eyes blinked open. “What do you know—“
“Shh,” he silenced her, and kissed her, and was still while keeping her full and throbbing. “I like how your vaginal muscles work. It is a wonderful sensation. Voranian females cannot do that. Theirs is a channel for receiving a cock and sperm and that is all. I know everything about your former life on Earth. I know the size of your bank accounts and where most of the money came from. I am not angered by what you did. I simply request that you never take money for spending time with a man again. You have enough money. Have sex because you want to, not because you are pa
id to. That is all. Can you agree to that?”
She nodded. She’d not been paid for her last time with Thomas anyway.
“You are First Daughter of Voran. Your sex cannot be bought for any price.”
“It can. For the price of a Psala flower.”
He smiled. “Those are free. I told you to be silent.”
“Gag me,” she said, eyes narrowed in challenge.
“Okay.”
He withdrew, went to a drawer and brought back a muzzle. Turning her over, pinning her down with one hand and grasping a full hand of hair to pull her head up, he pressed the curved shape to her mouth and under her chin. Face into the bed to keep the muzzle in place, he snapped the clip ends closed and pulled the straps tight.
A sound like duct tape being pulled off and a strip of soft something pressed over her eyes to keep them closed. The same tape around her wrists at her back and he pulled her to standing. He walked her to the sunken living room. On her side on the sofa and he sat in a spot across from her.
Watching her lie there, he made a phone call to discuss some business. He gave instructions to her Neverseens to carry on keeping the place clean and ready to occupy, and maintain the gardens seasonably as necessary. Then he called the palace and spoke to Dorn, asking him to pass on a message that Tyler had accepted the residence.
“I’ll bring the rings back in a day or two.”
Then nothing. She heard nothing, felt nothing from him until his hands turned her onto her belly and he mounted from behind.
[Share it.]
She did, and he experienced her intense thrill at being bound and used. This was entirely different from what happened with Solomon. This she wanted. She had an emotional closeness with Shestna that allowed her to revel in what he was doing. She hated Solomon. Her body and mind turned his every touch into hatred and disgust.
Some long time enjoying her passion and he released her arms and removed the muzzle and turned her over. He left the medical tape over her eyes, however, and let her wrap her arms around his back to hold him while they kissed and he penetrated anew. A while of enjoying her sounds and he paused to take the tape from her eyes and put it over her mouth instead.
