“I do not understand what she has shown me. There was a name she whispered to me.”
“What was the name?’
“Onn” Kegan repeated, rolling the strange name over her tongue. Da’rak went deathly still and, if possible, turned a shade paler. But the reaction was so quick, Kegan second-guessed seeing it at all.
“Do you know this name?” Kegan watched him carefully.
“We must hurry before we are seen,” Da’rak answered her roughly, emotion clouding his voice. He waited until she put her glove back on before taking her hand and leading her inside.
Kegan would definitely bring this back up. There was no way he was dragging her away from her planet, hell her galaxy, and wouldn’t tell everything. “Men are always hiding something no matter what planet they’re from,” she grumbled to herself.
Kegan tried to fight the panic that swept her as the trunk closed behind her. It was dark. Too dark. The walls of the trunk seemed to be all around her, squeezing the very life out of her. Kegan could feel her breathing accelerate.
“I am sorry, shanzah. I forgot about your…condition. Truly if there were another way to guarantee your safety, I would take it without question. But as it stands, it has been five hundred years since I have graced my castle walls, I am sure much has changed.” He squeezed her hand tighter to give her reassurance.
“I will live,” she squeaked out between breaths, not wanting to seem weak in front of such a strong person. Kegan had never been able to fight her fear of enclosed spaces. Where it came from she did not know. “How much further is it?” she asked on a deep breath.
“Just another moment, we are almost there.”
Kegan couldn’t see her hand in front of her face let alone the hulking man in front of her. And despite Pasha’s attempt to make it virtually clear for them to travel in the narrow tunnel, her clumsy feet still found roots to trip over. She hoped Pasha knew it was all by accident.
They came to a blind and abrupt stop. She felt Da’rak let go of her hand and tried to fight the panic, but Da’rak spoke to her in low soothing tones, letting her know that he was still very much near. What seemed like forever passed before the sound of stone sliding echoed in her ears. Then praise the gods, there was light! She blinked, trying to adjust her eyes. Da’rak took her hand again and led her forward. Blinking rapidly, still trying to get her bearings, she heard voices then an utter silence. Finally her eyes adjusted and she blushed from head to toe as the seated men of ten all glued their eyes to her form.
“Greetings, Elder Council of Paa’eva. Former King of Paa’eva, Da’rak of the Barae Line, formally returns to meet the last challenge you have set forth in three day’s time,” Da’rak announced in his loud booming voice.
The Council remained silent and in shock. While it was probably common knowledge that he survived all nine battles, surely by the looks on some of their faces, they did not think he would make it to the castle alive.
“The Council formally accepts and acknowledges receipt of the challenge and all other requirements since. By the laws of Paa’eva, your castle is again under your command until the outcome,” a large, white-haired healer and warrior declared. Dressed in white robes, he squinted at Kegan in bold curiosity. “If it pleases you your Lordship, may we inquire the status of the human. She bears your mark as well as your scent.” The warrior’s nostrils flared slightly as he indeed took another whiff of Kegan.
If possible, Da’raks stance got even more arrogant. He knew he saw approval and desire in the eyes of the council. They recognized a true queen when they saw one.
Kegan could have smacked him twice for presenting her without warning. It was good thing she had clothes on or she would be most embarrassed.
“I have claimed her and marked her as my queen. Upon that matter we shall further discuss. I do not think in the years I have been gone much has changed with the shortage of women?”
“Nay, nothing significant. Do you have news?” The warrior questioned, still staring at Kegan. It was as if he could see right through her clothes!
“It shall wait until another time. My shanzah is tired and I would like her bathed, fed and rested.”
“Of course.” The white-haired warrior studied her intently, seeming to take the clothes right off of her. “Are the women where you come from all as beautiful with such beautiful breasts?” He directed the question directly to Kegan, who only sputtered in outrage and shock. “I have never seen a woman’s patch so curly and soft looking. May I touch it?”
He directed the last question to Da’rak who, to Kegan’s utter amazement, seemed to be posturing at this point and nodded his head in agreement.
Shocked beyond all normal human brain function, she thought it but a nightmare when the warrior stood and crossed the room so quickly she barely registered it. Before she knew it he was fondling the hair above her genitals.
“So soft.” he murmured.
Kegan finally jerked her body back and glared at Da’rak, who looked at her in surprise. She fired daggers at him, letting him know he was paying for this indiscretion.
At her movement, the warrior looked into her eyes and laughed. “You will have a time with this one, your Lordship, she seems most feisty.” He laughed all the way back to his seat and the others joined in.
Da’rak was no fool. He knew at this point Kegan had figured out he had tricked her and she was still well and truly naked. He mayhap should have warned her they would be seeing the council, but he knew she would balk and fight and he did not want to go through that. Now he had to. She did not understand Paa’evaian ways and would not see the compliment the healer had bestowed upon her. If she had not been desirous, she would have not gained any respect from them. He would explain all that to her later. Lode was Paa’eva’s most skillful healer. For him to desire her so would carry a lot of weight with the others, though he clearly saw lust in their eyes as well.
As several servants were ordered into the room, Da’rak was glad to see some familiar faces. He hoped their loyalties still lay with him.
Da’rak excused himself from the council after he assured them they may reside at the castle until events unfolded. If he had enemies among them, and he knew he did, best keep them close. And if someone interfered with the tournament it was best they be here as witnesses. Da’rak took a stiff and angry Kegan by the arm and led her towards his chamber. He was proud of her. Though he could feel the anger coming off of her in strong pulses, she had not embarrassed him. He could handle any anger towards him now.
If she threw another chair at him, he would have to restrain her. The servants cowered in a nearby corner of the chamber. Kegan, still naked and angry, looked about for something else to throw at him. With her back momentarily turned, Da’rak ordered the servants out of the room. They happily shuffled out, not sparing him a glance backward.
“Shan—”
“You bastard! Don’t call me shanzah, because right now, I question how much life you’ll have left to share!”
He saw angry pleasure as she spotted a container for holding flowers and gleefully snatched it up and aimed it at his head. Of course like the three chairs before it, he dodged it rather easily. She did not have a good aim.
“I trusted you,” she bellowed as she spotted the small room attached to his chamber for housing his weapons and smiled. Da’rak’s heart bolted into his throat as he saw where she was now looking. Lightning fast, he ran across the chamber and shut the door. One really didn’t need that good an aim for some of those weapons to do damage.
“Please, if you would but calm down, I will explain it to you.” He sighed exasperated.
“You could have done that on the way, on the trek through that God-forsaken, hot jungle. But nooo! All you did was drag me and tell me to keep up!” She seriously looked as if she was considering lopping his head off with nothing but her hands.
She was sweating now; attacking someone continuously was serious business. She watched his eyes change to almost complete
gold, and then her anger disappeared as fear took over.
“Don’t you give me that look,” she said with a lot less force than she meant. He ignored her and began to undress; she began to back away from him. “There will be no sex while I am angry with you, Da’rak.”
“Shanzahn,” he corrected her, completely naked now and setting the weapon atop his pile of clothes. “It means life companion for a male.”
“Da’rak,” she pointedly ignored his last statements, “do not come any closer.”
“You are mine by all rights,” he murmured in a low voice, advancing quickly upon her. “You want this, I can smell it.” His nostrils widened briefly.
Kegan felt the tattoo on her neck began to pulse. It was so warm, like lips against her neck. The warmth spread throughout her body, making her body yearn for him. “I am still mad at you.” Her breathing came faster as desire took over. “This means nothing,” she whispered against his chest, as he was now so close she had to press her hungry lips against his salty chest, and she did.
“Ah, shanzah,” he smiled on a moan, “this means everything.” Then he tipped her face up to accept his kiss.
Can one lace their kisses with wine? Kegan thought as Da’rak’s tongue swept inside of her mouth, intoxicating her very senses. He was a master of kissing. Exploring her mouth as no other man had done before him. His tongue seemed to wrap around hers—suck, tease and start all over again. Kegan moaned and found herself encircling his neck to pull him down closer, deeper into her mouth. She shuddered at the feel of his hands roaming her body, squeezing her buttocks. His fingers, like steel, caressed her, pulled her closer to grind his erection against the very hot, wet core of her. She felt herself being lifted and she wrapped her legs around his waist tightly, not seeming to be able to get close enough to him. He sat at the edge of the huge bed, kissing her senseless. She was moaning like a cat in heat.
“Oh, my little shanzah…” he breathed into her ear, nipping on her earlobes, sending chills of hot ice down her veins, “you make me want to bury myself into you and pound you senseless.”
Kegan, getting hotter at the very images his words conjured, pushed a surprised Da’rak onto his back, intent on riding him until another impulse rode her harder. She climbed off of him, making him immediately miss her body heat mixed with his own, and knelt down at the edge of the bed, face to face with a cock that demanded her attention. He pulled himself up on his elbows, curiosity momentarily ruling his action until he saw her intent. Gods help him! He did not know how long he would last if she took him in her—
Kegan enveloped the just the very tip of his penis into her mouth, sighing her appreciation at the feel, taste and smell of him. He was hard, and firm and so delicious! Her tongue swirled around the head and just under it, where she knew most men would be sensitive. His hips rose off the bed as he grunted, still watching her intently, his eyes glowing a fiery gold.
“Like that, do you?” she teased before taking his steel back into her mouth and sliding her mouth down it until his cock was lodged deep in her throat. Then she began to hum softly.
The vibrations went from the tip of his manhood to his balls. He growled louder as he began pumping into her mouth, sliding with ease down her throat and back again. Balancing himself on one elbow, he used the other hand to caress her soft hair as he enjoyed her mouth.
Kegan could feel the tightness of his balls against her lips. She knew he was near to coming, and knowing this only made her hornier. She let him pump into her mouth faster, tasting the sweet precum and wanting so much more of him.
“Kegan, I…I,” he stammered, so close to coming he could not speak.
Kegan would have smiled if she could at the notion that this mighty king, this mighty warrior was being brought to mere stammers by a blowjob. She felt him sit up all the way and, with both hands, grab the back of her head and hold it in place…
The witch! She had to have spelled him; no other wench had this effect on him. He couldn’t hold back the cum that threatened to boil over. He tried to warn her, lest she found the taste of semen not to her liking, but his words only seemed to inspire her to suck him harder. Now she would pay for her witchery. Without thought, he grabbed her head. The feeling to release himself so blindingly potent, he held her still while he gave one last powerful thrust and felt himself spilling down her throat. Wave after wave of his seed spurted forth, the pleasure so intense he lay back on the bed. It seemed as if he couldn’t stop coming, but when he did, he was short of breath as if he had been in a mighty battle.
And she had swallowed all of it. His shanzah had reduced him to almost a puddle. He smiled and sat up, watching her brown eyes twinkle with sexual mischief. He saw the flush of her skin and knew he could not leave her unsatisfied.
“Come here, devil,” he ordered her, wanting to taste of her as well. He could not remember the last time a woman had straddled his face.
Kegan was only halfway up his body when a loud sharp knock resounded in the room. Da’rak’s first instinct was to ignore it, but the bearer of the knock proved to be insistent.
“Wait here,” he ordered with the promise of hot sex in his voice.
Kegan shuddered, wondering how long it took a Paa’evaian male to recover from an orgasm. She licked her lips at the recent memory of the hot, salty taste of him. She heard muffled voices, and then a deep exasperated sigh from Da’rak. She heard the door closing and then his heavy footfalls.
“Shanzah, I must go now. The Elder council wishes to speak with me. Apparently, there is news they wish to impart to me unofficially that concerns the tournament.”
Kegan disappointed but tried to hide it.
“Do not worry, it is the duty of a husband to make sure his wife is not left in such a frenzied state.” Amusement was evident in his voice.
“You expect me to stay hot and bothered until you return? That won’t happen. No mind, I can take care of myself.” Kegan began to peel off her gloves, ready to relieve herself of her pent-up frustration. The sound of disapproval in Da’rak’s throat stilled her actions. “What?” she queried, irritated by the fact that he thought she would stay aroused until the mighty warrior returned to satisfy the little woman.
“I have taken care of things. Promise me you will be open to new ideas.” Fully dressed now, that ever present weapon in place, he half-lowered himself over her to kiss her mouth.
“What are you talking about?” Kegan would promise no such thing. The look in his eye truly troubled her—he looked as devilish as she felt but a moment ago.
“As queen, all of your needs are to be seen to.” Before Da’rak could finish, a light knock sounded on the door. “I must go now, shanzah, enjoy.”
That was all he said after a quick kiss. Kegan, however, felt what he didn’t know wouldn’t hurt. As soon as the door closed, she lay back on the bed and closed her eyes, remembering Da’rak’s naked body and how he felt in her mouth. She felt the flames of desire properly stoked and just as she was about to remove her gloves for a more intimate touch, a mouth encircled her nipple drawing on it lightly.
Kegan’s eyes flew open and saw a beautiful servant, who looked to be slightly younger than she, suckling her breast. The girl’s green and gold gaze looked Kegan squarely in the eyes and then she released her nipple and smiled.
“My king orders Elgia and I to see to your needs. I am Hara.” She smiled before popping Kegan’s nipple back into her mouth. The girl’s soft black hair brushed across her breast. Kegan, never thinking herself lesbian in any way, was alarmed, but at the same time she was aroused until the full impact of Haras’ word sank in.
She extricated her nipple from the soft, warm mouth that somehow was making her hornier and saw another servant equally as beautiful poised between her thighs. This one had black hair as well and a green and gold gaze. But somehow she managed to look totally different than Hara. Her long eyelashes fluttered down as she looked coyly at Kegan. Both servants were entirely naked, and for reasons Kegan would look
into later, she seemed totally fascinated by both of their breasts.
“Relax, my queen, I am told I am very good at this.” Elgia smiled and Kegan stared in wonder as the girl’s perfectly shaped mouth lowered to her nether lips. The feel of the girl’s soft tongue stroking her in that area caused her to get even wetter. New experiences indeed! Soon the feel of her breast being sucked on scattered her thoughts and she let the servants, well…service her. She knew if she was back on Earth, there was no way in hell this would be happening, but as they say, when in Paa’eva…
Elgia proved to be quite talented in that area. She pulled Kegan’s nether lips apart for better access as she licked at her and sucked at her clit. Hara had moved so that one of her legs was thrown across Kegan’s stomach while she reached for the other breast and began to suckle vigorously on that nipple as well. Kegan bucked her hips, knowing she would be coming in no time.
Hara stopped suckling her breast, and again, her bold gaze clashed with Kegan’s “If you would allow me, my queen, I would like to know the taste of your lips as well.”
Such a bold statement! Kegan was so hot now, she was willing to try a small kiss. A little hesitantly, she nodded. Hara moved up an inch or so to get better access to Kegan’s mouth then took it quickly. Soft lips against soft lips, Hara demanded Kegan give her access into her mouth. Kegan parted her lips for the bold servant and immediately rejoiced, as the girl’s taste was sweet. Kegan found kissing the girl was quite pleasant.
Hara began to palm her breast as she kissed her. Elgia sucked harder on her clit, expertly inserting one finger inside her and rotating it until she hit the spot that Kegan reacted to strongest. Between Hara’s kisses and teasing her nipples and Elgia’s ministrations on her core of pleasure, Kegan found herself tumbling down one hell of an orgasm. Hara held her body down and continued kissing her as her body reacted to wave after wave of pleasure.
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