“You would help me after what I have done?” he asked, his breath ruffling her hair.
“Exactly. What is done, you cannot undo it, can you?” When he agreed, she continued. “Does not make sense to dwell backwards, let’s make the best of this. I can kick your ass later.”
“I’m sure you will try.” Da’rak laughed, hugging her close.
Kegan still thought of Da’rak’s story as he slept behind her. Someone had been poisoning Onn—her bet was on the white-haired bitch. However, she was not working alone, women could not become queen. So it was Kegan’s duty to find the male that was putting her up to it. Da’rak had said tomorrow she could explore a little bit with her new guard. That would give her time to probe the people in the castle for answers. Not only that, perhaps she could get a hold of some of Onn’s things to get a reading. It would give her an idea who was doing the poisoning. She was looking forward to meeting the guard that Da’rak personally trusted; he had to be a most interesting person. She and Da’rak fell asleep spooned together.
If Nuka licked her one more time, Kegan was going to scream. She looked up in Da’rak’s amused face and implored him one more time. “Surely you do not mean for me to be followed around by this monster!” Nuka licked her ankles.
“He likes you and he is loyal to me. Levas are great protectors, he will not let any harm come to you. Elgia and Hara are the only ones you take your meals from. Do you understand, shanzah? There is no room for rebellion here.”
“Fine, but surely some clothes…”
“Have you seen any other female with clothing on?” he inquired, putting Juchon on his back.
“Do you see any other female from Earth naked here?” she countered. When he was momentarily at a loss for an answer, she pressed. “Exactly, surely an exception can be made on the grounds of cultural differences?”
“I am sorry, Kegan, there is no such thing as that here. However, I will make a small exception, but it will take a little time. Meanwhile, explore the castle with Nuka or stay in my chambers.” He stared her in the eye, forcing her to make a decision. Too bad she was tired as hell at looking at this chamber.
“Fine, Nuka it is, but can’t you tell him to stop licking me?” Nuka licked her a little too close to her vagina.
“I cannot. It is the way they show affection, and obviously, Nuka likes you a lot.” He gave her a long lingering kiss then quickly left.
Kegan sat on the bed and, for the first time in days, pulled her gloves off and moaned at the sweet feel of air hitting her hands. She kept them away from her body as she fanned them in front of her. She wanted so badly to bathe, but the thought of that mula—though long since cleaned and removed—in the cleaning chamber made her hesitant to go in. Instead she eyed the leva who seemed perfectly content to chew on one of Da’rak’s boot then decided a little self pleasure was in order.
She glanced at the locks on the door and felt a little more confident knowing that Da’rak had spelled it so none could enter without her express permission. At least her body was still hers and she could touch it freely without worrying about history transfer.
Kegan imagined it was Da’rak’s tongue stroking her clit. She smiled lazily, imagining the feel of that strong wet tongue licking her oh so slowly. She opened her legs wider, loving the feel of her fingers on her own sex. She gyrated her hips slowly, building up to her pleasure. She teased her own little nub, licking one of her fingers then rubbing herself. She began to pant as she got wetter.
She could see Da’rak looming over her, stroking himself as he prepared to enter her. His cock, so large and perfect, already dribbling precum from wanting her so badly, was now poised at her slick entrance ready to rut her. She used three fingers to penetrate herself as she imagined him sliding into her. She teased her own nipples, just managing to lick them both herself. She pumped her hand in and out of herself, picking up speed the more aroused she got.
So aroused she didn’t hear Da’rak’s quiet entrance. He had intended to work out with a weapon he thought might be effective against Ghort, but had forgotten to bring it along. Now he was glad he had forgotten and came back. Kegan was so sexy masturbating herself into oblivion.
Da’rak loosened his pants and let them fall as far as his knee-high boots would allow. He approached her silently, his cock getting harder and harder at the sound of her moans. He slid one hand against her arm, trailed his fingers down sensually and lightly touched her hand. Her brown eyes flew open in surprise. He picked up her wrist to remove her hand and used his own to spread her slippery wetness to her ass.
“Turn over for me, shanzah.” His voice sounded choked to his ears.
Kegan grabbed the gloves and donned them quickly, then dutifully turned over for him. On hands and knees, she splayed all her “goodies” for him. He kissed one ass cheek then the other. Da’rak positioned himself behind her, rubbing some more of her juices over her anus then over his pulsing member. Gently, he pushed himself in her ass, letting her adjust to his size. If she didn’t stop that damned moaning, he was going to come before he was all the way in! She was so gorgeously tight. Gripping him and squeezing, daring him to come before he had a little fun. He gripped her narrow hips and finally plunged balls deep in her. He groaned loudly. He found a rhythm and she quickly joined in the dance. As he pounded her, he watched her butt jiggle from the force.
He reached around and played with her clit. Sliding two fingers partially into her, he rubbed and stroked inside her. Kegan was keening, loudly. He knew any moment now she would be spurting more juice for him. No sooner thought, it was done. She had collapsed to her elbows and was breathing heavily. He felt the vibrations through her ass, and that sent him over the edge. In seconds, he was filling her with his hot seed. He gripped her hips hard as he bucked against her until he was thoroughly spent.
“I forgot one of my weapons,” he said sheepishly, slowly pulling out of her.
“I beg to differ.” She turned her head up to him slightly, ass still in the air, looking sultry as ever. That is when he spotted Nuka chewing on his boot, completely oblivious as to what they had done.
“Are you letting him chew on my boot?” he asked incredulously as the boot succumbed to the slobber and teeth of the leva.
“I cannot stop him, it is the way he shows affection.” She laughed, enjoying the payback.
“I will deal with you later.” He smiled his Da’rak slay’em grin, retrieved his weapon from the weapons chamber, gave her a long, wet kiss then left.
“Well looks like I should masturbate more often—” Before she could finish the thought, a vision of Da’rak in battle assaulted her brain. A large man in shadow had gotten Da’rak to his knees and was about to deliver a fatal blow when the vision ended. Kegan stared at her hands and realized that Da’rak had touched her bare hand before she put the gloves back on. The vision did not feel ancient. It felt…it felt as if it were going to happen. Kegan could only guess that somehow Paa’eva had changed her gift or advanced it, she did not know. But judging from what she had just seen, she was now seeing the future as well as the past.
Chapter Ten
The castle was humongous, or it could have been that several times she had walked in complete circles. Probably a little bit of both. Nuka proved to be quite the bodyguard. Anyone who came within five feet of her was instantly greeted with a blood-curdling growl and an impressive display of teeth. As a result, the castle occupants merely waved politely and tried not to stare. Kegan, much to her surprise, forgot she was naked until a male would let his eyes linger a little longer than was comfortable, but other than that, she put her nakedness completely out of her mind.
There was an excited buzz about the place, no doubt because of tomorrows’ tournament. Kegan’s heart flipped every time she thought about the vision. It wasn’t even that she would die if Da’rak died, it was simply the very thought of something happening to him was too much to bear. And that was as far as Kegan was willing to go with that train of thought. The “w
hys” and “how comes” she deftly avoided, because in the end, it would not matter.
She came upon a balcony that looked down into the training yard. Her heart raced as she recognized Da’rak’s muscular but graceful form as multiple attackers, six to be exact, surrounded him. He dealt with them almost with a dancers’ ease. Always moving and striking, he proved to be a formidable warrior. His attackers were not small men, each in his own way was either as big as Da’rak or bigger. And though she was not an expert, she sensed these men were good at what they did. Da’rak was a magnificent fighter. Nuka growled loudly.
“That thing does not seem to like anyone I am told.” Lekki sneered at Nuka, who gracefully leapt to the edge of the balcony, eyeing her with dangerous intent and contempt.
“He has a discerning spirit,” Kegan replied, touching the leva idly, finding she liked the monster despite its impulse to continually bathe her.
“He excels in everything he does,” Lekki commented, her green and gold gaze locked onto Da’rak. “He has always had talented hands.”
“Yes, well, you’re preaching to the choir,” Kegan dryly commented.
“I do not know what that means.” Lekki frowned at her “Anyway would you like to take lunch together? I would like the opportunity to get to know my queen.”
Visions of her meal being laced with Pahn stone milk danced through Kegan’s head, as well as Da’rak’s warning to only take meals from Elgia or Hara.
“I am not hungry at the moment, perhaps another time?” she asked with a perkiness she did not feel.
“A walk then, my queen? I can give you a tour of the castle. I could not help but notice you were turned around several times.”
The thought of this vile creature watching her made goose bumps appear all over. What reason other than malicious intent did she have for watching her so closely? Even more so, she’d done it and Kegan had been completely unaware. A formidable foe indeed.
“I would like that, Lekki, lead on,” she answered. Nuka jumped down from the balcony, putting his massive body in between her and Lekki. Even the damn leva didn’t trust her.
Lekki proved to be good company, as good company as her fake personality would permit. She taught Kegan a great deal about the castle, her love of the place was obvious. Motive, Kegan thought, she wanted the castle.
“You do realize this castle belonged to my family a long time ago. When the last of my line did not produce a male heir, the crown was offered in a tournament. That is how the Barae clan came into possession of it.”
“That must really irritate you, knowing the line did not really become extinct, the females just pointedly ignored.” Kegan baited her.
“It is like that on Paa’eva. It is my hope that things will eventually change. A female can be just as great a ruler as a male, perhaps more so.” Lekki smiled a sickeningly sweet smile.
“I agree. How long were you and Da’rak lovers?” No sense in beating around the bush—a closed trap never caught a rabbit.
“I think I like your boldness, Your Highness.” Lekki laughed a highly feminine sound that no doubt turned many a head. “Da’rak and I had been lovers since we entered the adult transformation together up until the time of his exile. I would say for quite a long time.” Lekki looked at her sideways through slatted eyes. “You have no need to worry, Your Highness, I do not think he will stray from your bed.”
Kegan would have to pat herself on the back when she was alone. The girl was infuriating; however, Kegan would not play her game. “I have never worried over that, Lekki. Any harlot foolish enough to try and bed my husband would be swiftly dealt with. I am queen, after all, and naturally assume it’s within my rights to have someone who personally offends me put to death.” She smiled a huge kilowatt smile at Lekki and watched the pale-skinned woman pale even more.
“Yes, Your Highness, it is within your right.” She bit out between clenched teeth. Kegan could see her visibly trying to regain her false friendly face and did everything she could not to snicker. “If you don’t mind, might I inquire why you wear such strange garments on your hands. The castle has whispered that you never take them off. Perhaps the queen suffers from some sort of deformity?”
“That is very forward of you, Lekki. It is a personal matter in which I would not like to discuss. You and I, after all, are not exactly friends and I do not feel comfortable confiding in that matter. However, you may tell the inhabitants of the castle if they have any questions about me, they could feel free to address my husband.” Kegan smiled sweetly. “Thank you for the tour, Lekki, but I would like to retire in my chambers now.” Kegan left her there seething. Whatever Lekki wanted from her, she would not make it easy.
Elgia arrived soon after Kegan entered the chambers, bearing a tray full of food. After giving her consent, Elgia entered and set a huge spread before her, telling her of the different foods and encouraging her to try a little of everything. Much to her delight, Kegan liked almost everything except the orange-colored mush that wiggled more than jello. Elgia then presented to her tilla and joined her in drinking.
“Wow, I like this stuff.” Kegan burped, feeling the liquid go smoothly down her throat.
“Your Highness should drink in small quantities, it is very potent,” Elgia advised while tipping her glass up and emptying the contents in one fell swoop.
“It does not seem to bother you.” Kegan giggled, feeling the effects of the tilla.
“I have had many years to become accustomed to its bite.” Elgia smiled.
Elgia was beautiful but when she smiled, she was breathtaking, Kegan wondered if Da’rak had ever taken her to bed. Elgia began to tell her bawdy stories from Paa’eva that sounded a lot like the limericks of Earth. Soon they fell into an intoxicated, comfortable silence save for the sound of Nuka chewing on Da’rak’s other boot.
“Does Your Highness wish anything of me?” Elgia asked lightly, running her hands down Kegan’s arms. Kegan shuddered at her touch. She was still attracted to the servant but terribly embarrassed.
“I cannot think of anything right now,” Kegan lied, trying not to stare at Elgia’s breasts. They seemed to get more tempting as she drank the tilla.
“Perhaps my queen would like me to make a suggestion?” Elgia answered, now running her fingers across Kegans lips. Kegan sucked in her breath.
“Please do,” she said a little too breathlessly.
When she opened her mouth to speak, Elgia dipped her finger in Kegan’s mouth. Then took her damp finger and began to play with Kegan’s nipples, nipples that hardened at her touch. While it was not the same fire that Da’rak incited in her, it was still quite arousing in its own right. Elgia leaned down and took Kegan’s breast in her mouth. Suckling it lightly then letting go only to place small, wet kisses all over her breast.
“Is the queen open to any other suggestions?” Elgia whispered in her ear seductively.
“Yes, she is,” Kegan responded, squirming under her touch.
Elgia began to kiss her way down Kegan’s flushed body. Pausing at her navel to play with the ring there. Kegan was well aware what the navel ring signified on Paa’eva. Elgia took the ring in her mouth then let it out before traveling farther down her body.
“My queen tastes like nectar and tilla,” she whispered against Kegans slick opening, before gently licking her clit. Kegan’s butt came off the bed. Elgia took her hands and parted Kegan’s legs wide. Splaying her out like the feast she brought for lunch. Elgia penetrated Kegan with her tongue over and over again until Kegan’s body began to spasm from orgasm.
Elgia, however, was not done with the human queen. She climbed between Kegan’s legs until their clits were lined up perfectly and began to grind them together. Kegan began to scream in sweet agony, Elgia swallowed her scream in a deep kiss. Her tongue plunged into Kegan’s mouth, sweeping the inside, tasting her as she ground herself against Kegan. Kegan felt herself catching the rhythm and ground her hips harder into Elgia. The room began to fill with sound of their
lovemaking. Kegan wished she could feel the other woman’s body with her bare hands. She settled for feeling the firmness of Elgia’s buttocks and squeezed. In perfect synchronization, their breathing became labored from the impending orgasm. Faster and faster, clit against clit until a series of fireworks blinded them both. They screamed into each other’s kiss.
Kegan looked into Elgia’s eyes and realized they were no longer green and gold but brown and gold. Elgia saw the shock in her queen’s eyes. Slowly they came down from the power of the orgasm. Elgia removed her weight from Kegan and lay at her side.
“So now you know.” Elgia stated simply.
“Does Da’rak know?” Kegan swallowed, wondering why Elgia would hide something like this. It made her wonder if she could trust the woman.
“My caste as Seer came late. It manifested itself a few years after King Da’rak was exiled. I’ve kept it hidden with a spell I learned long ago from a friend. However, in times of passion, it is hard to maintain the spell.”
“Why do you keep it hidden? Why have a life as a commoner when you could be revered as a seer?” Kegan asked in confusion.
“Because I serve King Da’rak best here as eyes and ears. If certain people knew what I am, they would use me against Da’rak and change his future. I knew of your coming. I knew you would need someone to trust. I also know you had a vision. The same one I have had, of King Da’rak being defeated in battle.”
“To tell you the truth I do not know if he was defeated, but no, it did not look good. There are other Seers. Truly, they have seen what we have seen?” Kegan lamented.
“Visions are given to us, in hopes that we might change them. Not all Seers get the same visions; sometimes the gods favor us and give only those who can change things the vision. You must find a way to change it, my queen, or these lands will perish from tainted rule.”
“I honestly do not care about that, Elgia. I just want to keep Da’rak safe.” Kegan sighed and stood up, idly staring at the leva that had chewed up more than half the boot. Elgia rose behind her, laying her forehead against Kegan’s back.
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