by Randi Darren
“My condolences for your loss as well,” Regina said.
“Thank you,” Baroness Stoneson said.
“And finally, Countess Kimberly Helit,” Rebekah said.
The last woman in the line was a green eyed redhead with long, bouncy hair, an impressive bust, and a very narrow waist. She was bubbly, bright, and looked like she was seconds away from moving uncontrollably.
It didn’t help that she was probably just a day over eighteen.
“Duchess,” Countess Helit said, bouncing in place twice.
“My condolences to you as well,” Regina said, her brow furrowing slightly.
“That’s all, Seven,” Alex said, smiling at the woman who called herself his comfort wife.
“Of course, baby,” Rebekah said with a smile, leading the noblewomen back out of the tent.
“Okay… I think… I know why you wanted to introduce me to them,” Regina muttered. “You can do that?”
I’m so glad she’s so intelligent. It wouldn’t be easy to just say, ‘I can kill who I want’ aloud.
“Yes. I can,” Alex said, peering up at Regina.
“I see,” Regina said, then shook her head slowly with a smile. “Father underestimated you so terribly.”
“Yes, he did,” Alex said.
“Alright. Now what?” Regina asked him.
“Don’t go through with the executions today,” Alex said. “Make them guests, treat them formally, and start… playing nice with them.
“It’s terrible that Gaelis is executing our people, but this… this is going to be a takeover. You’re going to become the archduchess of Tanulf and Gaelis. We need to win them over.”
“Which is why you have a bevy of noblewomen as concubines, rather than corpses,” Regina said, nodding her head slowly. “I take it you’re treating them incredibly well?”
“Indeed. I’ve wined, dined, and given them quite a bit of attention. Along with a copious supply of Mother’s Bane, if they choose it,” Alex said. “Countess Bellin and Derth have both left it untouched.”
Regina raised her eyebrows at that.
“Same thing happened to Mary, you’ll remember. She no longer had a husband, ruled her own lands, had a child. She wasn’t married to me until they were trying to block you out,” Alex said. “I’m her liege lord, husband, and the father. No one will touch her or bother her.
“I get the impression Countess Bellin is too smart by half and talked to her cousin. Told her to get with child as soon as possible.”
“Hmph,” Regina said, looking unhappy.
Alex shrugged his shoulders. It was court life.
Sex, marriage, and politics were all screwed up at this level of the government.
“Count Aerin died this morning,” Regina said. “Apparently one of your people put a crossbow bolt in him. Count Bellin died yesterday. Same circumstances.”
“Oh? Those girls of mine are rather accurate. That means the countesses hold their titles entirely? Perfect,” Alex said. “Would you please formally put in a request to have all those noble ladies of mine transferred to me in vassalage? To the king that is. I’ll send up a form as well, along with all their signatures.”
Regina closed her eyes and shook her head slowly.
“You’re going to strip Gaelis bare, aren’t you?” Regina asked, opening her eyes and looking at him again.
“I am. I’m going to take everything from him that I can. He made this personal when he refused to send me home,” Alex said with a cold smile. “Now… my duchess. I’d like you to send me into the field with my army and my own discretion. I’m going to go win over the rest of the duchy while you deal with the duke. He won’t be able to stay in the field long once I start maneuvering around him. He’ll have to fall back from this front.”
“I… see. Yes, that’d be fine. Besides, my general doesn’t seem to care for you,” Regina said.
I noticed.
Which is also why I’m leaving Eleanor and a double squad of Coffin’s people here to watch over you.
“Great, thanks dear,” Alex said. “Now… how about we find out if you’re too pregnant to get up on this table here and receive some attention I desperately want to give you?
“I personally don’t think you’re too pregnant, but we’ll never know without trying.”
Regina gave him a grin, her eyes widening slightly.
“No visitors,” she called out loudly, getting up and moving to the table. “For any reason.”
***
Alex sat down heavily on his camp bed.
They’d set out almost the minute he’d finished Regina off earlier in the day, making a fast march straight out around the duke to the south and southeast.
That was the direction he’d decided to take after reviewing the map.
Helit, Stoneson, Bellin, Derth, and Aerin could all be reached if he marched to where the original front opened up.
It would also force Duke Gaelis back deeper into his own territory.
“Ah, there you are, baby,” Rebekah said, stepping into his tent. “Come along, girls. Time for some more training.”
One by one, his new concubines entered the tent.
“Good. Now, let’s get rid of your uniforms while I go speak to your master,” Rebekah said. “We’ll start youngest to oldest this time.”
Smiling, Alex’s beautiful Seven came over to him with a few small hops and kissed him hungrily for several seconds.
Then she pressed her mouth to his ear.
“I can’t tell you how exciting it is to have so many noblewomen underneath me. Thank you, baby. You’re really stroking my ego, and I deeply, deeply appreciate it,” Rebekah whispered. “Now, I’m going to have them all practice giving you head tonight. So just… relax and let my girls take care of you.”
Alex laughed softly and nuzzled Rebekah. “Fine, but can I have you last? I love you, and I kinda want to have you.”
“Awww, you’re such a sweetheart, baby. I’m in my moon-flow time, though. You’ll have to wait a bit longer. But I’m not taking Mother’s Bane anymore, remember?” Rebekah said. “So next time will be memorable, I hope.”
“What if I don’t care?” Alex asked.
“While I appreciate it, I care,” Rebekah said, kissing his cheek. She reached down, undid his belt, and pulled his pants down to his ankles, exposing his member. “Sorry, baby. I’ll make it up to you another time.”
Slipping away, Rebekah went back to the noblewomen, who were finishing up undressing.
“Lovely,” Rebekah said, inspecting the women. “Kimberly, you’re up first. Go on over and kneel down in front of Master.”
The young woman looked nervous as she came over and got down on her knees in front of Alex.
“I’m sorry if I do a bad job,” Kimberly said, peering up at Alex. “I hadn’t known a man at all till you. I’ve never done this.”
“Perfect, this is why we’re training you all,” Rebekah said, getting down next to Kimberly. “Now, Alex really likes a good steady rhythm, good tongue action, and tight lips—but not too tight.”
Leaning in, Rebekah took his fully erect length into her mouth and went straight at giving him head.
And it was perfect.
Moaning softly, Rebekah moved her head back and forth along his length. Her lips were just tight enough, her tongue rolled wonderfully all along the bottom of his length, and she was sucking on him just hard enough.
She slurped at him audibly as she came off the tip.
“There,” Rebekah said, looking at Kimberly. “Just like that. Now, be sure to also…”
Rebekah paused, looking at Alex, then leaned in and whispered in Kimberly’s ear.
“Got it?” she asked, leaning back.
“Really?” Kimberly asked.
“Really. Now, away you go,” Rebekah said. She grabbed Kimberly by the back of her head with one hand, Alex’s member with the other, and then brought them together. Stuffing his length into Kimberly’s mouth.
; “Alex, be a dear and show your concubine your preferred rhythm,” Rebekah said, getting up. She walked over to the other women and began whispering in their ears one by one.
Ignoring her, Alex focused in on Kimberly, who was staring up at him with wide eyes. She began to slowly bob her head up and down along his length. She was sucking a bit too hard, her lips a touch too tight, and her tongue wasn’t moving.
But it still felt good.
“Use your tongue more, and you’re a bit too tight,” Alex said, his hands coming down to wrap his fingers into Kimberly’s hair. He began to push and pull her from hilt to head at the speed he wanted.
Clearly struggling against her body’s desire to choke on him, Kimberly’s eyes closed a bit and started to water as she performed the way he’d asked.
After several good passes, she gagged as his tip slid into her throat again.
“Ah, and then there’s gagging,” Rebekah said, coming back over to Kimberly. “You can’t really stop that. It’ll take time and practice, but you can learn to just… control it. Try again. Swallowing helps.”
Rebekah grabbed Kimberly’s head and eased her down onto Alex’s hilt.
Kimberly swallowed hard, fighting her gag reflex. He felt her throat tighten up around his tip when she did so.
“Good,” Rebekah said, easing her head back again. “Just need practice. Okay. Next. Brianne.”
Kimberly got up and walked away, wiping at her mouth with a hand.
Brianne got down on her knees in front of Alex and simply took him straight into her mouth without prompting.
Slowly, she started working her mouth along his length.
“Good. Good,” Rebekah said, one hand behind Brianne’s head. “Perfect.”
Brianne was staring up at Alex, sucking on him and doing her best.
“More tongue,” Alex said, leaning back. Watching Brianne.
Immediately, the baroness’s tongue was all over him, pushing and writhing.
“Good,” Rebekah said, watching Brianne closely. “Okay, next. Bethany.”
Baroness Brianne Stoneson didn’t give up Alex’s manhood, though. Instead she kept going up and down, her lips pulling at him.
Laughing, Rebekah pulled Brianne away. “Good, let someone else practice.”
Brianne got up and was replaced by Bethany.
Instantly, Bethany was downing Alex, working hard to please him, if not get him off.
Moaning deeply around his girth, she reached up and started to fondle his balls. Pushing herself to his hilt, her nose pressed to his abdomen, Bethany sucked and licked at him.
“Goodness. That’s perfect,” Rebekah said, watching Bethany pump her head back and forth. “Okay, stop. You’ll make him go off like that. You don’t need any practice.”
Alex grabbed Bethany by the head and kept her there. He actually wanted to get off right now. He was feeling pretty darn close, and Bethany was doing great.
“Ah, ah. Come on, Alex, don’t encourage her,” Rebekah said. Bethany seemed more than eager to keep going, though, moaning as Alex kept her there. “They all need practice.”
Slowly, Rebekah pried Bethany away from Alex.
“Come on over, Elizabeth,” Rebekah said while Bethany smirked at Alex.
“I’ll finish you next time, Master,” Bethany said.
Countess Aerin slowly got down on her knees in front of Alex, looking up at him with a strange expression.
“Go on,” Rebekah said. “Just like I explained.”
The countess sighed and then took Alex into her mouth. She rolled her head and neck fluidly. There was a perfect grace to it, though she clearly lacked experience. Her tongue was mostly still, her lips loose, and she didn’t suck hard enough.
But she wasn’t unwilling. She was trying.
“A little faster, and tighten your lips,” Rebekah said.
Elizabeth immediately responded, doing as instructed.
“Are you using your tongue?” Rebekah asked.
Correcting for that, Elizabeth’s tongue started rolling all over his length.
“Good,” Rebekah said, watching silently for a while.
Alex was close now. He really just wanted to cum in Elizabeth’s mouth and call it done.
“Okay. We’ll need to have you and Kimberly practice more later. You can do much better than this. Brianne and Bethany looked fine,” Rebekah said, patting Elizabeth on the back. “Come on over, Alexandra.”
Countess Alexandra Bellin, the single most beautiful new addition to his harem, lay down on her back in front of Alex.
She laid her hands on her knees and parted them. Her long legs spread apart. Dragging her fingers down along the inside of her thighs, she gave them a light pat.
“Alexander, come, take your Alexandra,” said the busty woman, opening her arms and legs to him. “We both know from this morning I’m already more than qualified with my mouth.
“And we both know I’m not taking Mother’s Bane. So come and give me a child. We’ll name him or her Alexander or Alexandra.”
Kinda weird… she already has kids.
She was never allowed to see them after they were born. Her motherhood was stunted.
Damaged.
She’s broken.
Ah.
Moving down atop Alexandra, Alex plunged himself into her, just wanting to get off now.
It didn’t hurt that she was so similar to Anna and Rebekah. Alex was clearly developing a preference.
Moaning and shivering, Countess Bellin wrapped herself around him, her arms circling his shoulders and her ankles resting on his hips.
“Yes. Give me a child, Alexander,” Alexandra whispered huskily. “I need a child to raise. Raise and give my county to. One that you’ll protect and favor. I’ll be the first amongst your new women. The second collection of wives and concubines.”
Alex wasted no time and was instantly giving Alexandra everything, holding the lovely woman down beneath him. Sliding in and out of her smoothly, making sure to push up into her as deep as he could each time.
Groaning, Alexandra pushed her hips up into him and rocked her whole body in time with his thrusts.
She really knew how to give back to him.
“Yes, yes, I’ll take everything, Alexander,” Alexandra whimpered. “Everything. You don’t need the others, just put them away like crockery. To look pretty behind a plate of glass and never touched.
“Take me with you on campaign and I’ll make even Seven seem less compared to me. She’s amazing, but I can be better. I’ll be your Eight—just name me, give me a special platinum tag, and give me the number.”
Groaning, Alex pushed down on Alexandra’s hips as he thrust into her harder and harder.
A part of him was maddeningly turned on by her words.
Crying out with each thrust, the countess closed her eyes, her mouth hanging open.
And Alex hit his climax.
Grinding his hilt into her, Alex came, and came, and came.
He pushed at her and pulled on her hips, trying to drown her womb in his seed.
Alexandra stroked his back as her head came up to kiss and nibble at his neck. She pushed her hips up into him at the same time.
Throughout the whole of it, she whimpered in his ear, her moans short little things.
Finally, Alex was done, pumping into her one final time.
“Oh heavens yes,” Alexandra said, her head hitting the ground as she slowly went limp beneath him. “That was great. Best we’ve had together yet.”
Not as good as Rebekah, but close. Really close.
Too close.
Alex laid his head down on Alexandra’s shoulder, panting.
“Let’s go again in a bit?” Alexandra asked. “I really do want a child. You’ll let me raise him or her, right? You won’t take them?”
Alex didn’t know what to say to that.
If they wanted kids, he’d put them in them.
They were his concubines, after all. They’d have no one else but
him. They were also his vassals.
They weren’t his wives or Numbered, though. They would be in his life for brief periods, but nothing like the others.
Looking over, he found Rebekah watching him with a smug smile.
“Don’t worry, baby,” Rebekah said. “I’m all yours for all time. I don’t mind you having a fling from time to time with girls I train for you. Besides, she’s really lovely, and watching isn’t terrible.”
And there it is.
Chapter 20
Riding his mount slowly through the streets of Belistin, Alex kept a polite smile on his face. At his side rode Alexandra Bellin.
Slightly ahead of Alex, she was wearing a truly exquisite dress and the small diadem of a countess.
She was also to his left. At the very center of the wedge of soldiers. A position of respect and power.
Looking beautiful and radiant, the countess waved to greet the citizens of her capital with an aura that projected confidence and joy.
There was no shortage of looks of relief as the denizens of Belistin saw her.
“Goodness,” Rebekah murmured from Alex’s other side. “I’ll admit I’ve been in some terrible situations, but these people look as if they’ve seen a deity made flesh. They’re all looking at her with absolute veneration.”
“Well, yeah,” Nannie muttered. “She’s coming back to them with Count Inferno at her heel. No one is even going to doubt the fact that he’s beddin’ her. Which means they’ll all be spared.
“Only idiots and fucktards cross Inferno or what’s his. That includes vassals.”
“It’s so strange to hear you talk sometimes, Five. You’re so beautiful, your mouth so lovely, and your words so crass,” Alex said, turning his head to give Nannie a grin. “It’s a wonder something so terrible could come from your pretty face. I should clean your mouth out.”
“Nannie snorted at that, her smile instant and infectious. “Oh, definitely. I’ll even tell you what to clean it out with.”
Laughing, Alex looked ahead again.
“Uh huh. Maybe I’ll actually take you up on that,” he said, and he meant it. He’d never actually made Nannie go down on him. Sex with her was always so tender and loving that he was loath to pass it up.
Reaching the fort, Alex was immediately nonplussed by it.
