Consort:Chapter Thirteen

by EZTrek1


Three weeks passed, and suddenly it was only two more days until Queen B'Elanna would take her second wife. When B'Elanna entered her bedroom in the early evening, she was pleased, but not at all surprised, when Kathryn knelt and kissed her booted feet.

"I see you have missed me the last five nights," B'Elanna observed, backing into a chair and pulling Kathryn close against her legs.

"My dear lord," Kathryn murmured, "you mean, I missed you again."

"True. But for these next two days I am yours alone." In Olvarian tradition, the brides would not see each other for the 48 hours before the wedding, so B'Elanna would sleep, and be intimate, with Kathryn alone. The harem was on leave of absence already, and the sex slaves were confined to the lower level of the palace as preparations were made for the wedding.

"And you know I have not let her come, so that she would be mad with wanting me on our wedding night," B'Elanna went on. "I have had you every morning, and I have permitted you to give me your pleasure. But I have spent myself mercilessly with her this week, and these next two nights she will be guarded by her own noblewomen, so that she does not touch herself."

"I need you in my mouth, my lord. Your talk of your pleasures with Annika excites me to distraction," Kathryn urged, stroking B'Elanna's boots with her fingertips. "In fact, I would have you spend yourself as mercilessly with me as you have with her."

"Would you?" B'Elanna's eyebrow went up. "With no pleasure for yourself? I have sucked her dry each night without permitting the slightest spasm. Is that what you wish?"

"Let us say . . . limited pleasure for myself," Kathryn suggested. "Use me, and if I beg, refuse me until the midnight gong, or beyond, if it pleases you. Just permit me one climax, so that I may sleep in your arms without disturbing you."

"You need not do this to demonstrate your devotion, Kathryn. I know better than anyone how completely you give yourself to me," B'Elanna said seriously.

"Indulge me, my lord. I want to feel what she feels," Kathryn asked, renewing her stroking of B'Elanna's boots.

At that B'Elanna threw back her head and laughed. "For you to feel that, my beloved Moskonian wife, you will indeed have to do without me for a month. I am certain she writhes in need even as we speak, knowing that I am enjoying myself with you, and will give you all that you ask."

"So shall I do without you while you are away on your wedding trip, and so shall I writhe in two nights, my lord, when I know you are bedding her here," Kathryn purred. "Now let me worship you, I beg you. I need to feel your pleasure consume me."

"If you would worship me, I will sit on my throne and have you there," B'Elanna decided.

"That will do for a start," Kathryn agreed. "And then perhaps, the table?"

"Mmmm. If I can walk that far," B'Elanna said, rising and pulling Kathryn up. "Let us make a night of it."

In the throne room, B'Elanna ordered her wife to disrobe and bring a goblet of wine, on her knees, as a slave would. With the doors between the apartments sealed and guarded, there was no danger of being discovered.

Having delivered the wine, Kathryn prostrated herself with her face to B'Elanna's instep and rubbed her boots with her cheeks until the Queen condescended to take notice of her.

"You are a slut," B'Elanna muttered. "You think of nothing but devouring my sex."

Kathryn licked B'Elanna's boots in response. Then she shifted slightly and began to caress the Queen's high brown riding boots with her hardened nipples.

That was too much for B'Elanna to bear for very long. "Turn and face away from me," B'Elanna instructed. "Spread your legs wide." When Kathryn had obeyed, B'Elanna then ordered, "Slide backward until I tell you to stop."

Kathryn worked her way back on her belly until she felt the toe of the Queen's boot slide up into her crotch.

"Is my toe against your clit?" B'Elanna inquired.

"Not yet, my lord," Kathryn panted.

"Make it so, then," demanded the Queen, and of course she was instantly obeyed.

Kathryn squealed at the touch of the leather in her most intimate place.

"Fuck my boot, slut, but do not dare come," B'Elanna ordered. "Fuck until you are close and then stop and lay still." She placed her other boot on Kathryn's bare ass to hold her down and watched as her wife and slave began to grind her moist, hot sex into her leather, groaning with pleasure.

"Oh, gods, oh, my lord, this is so good, oh yes, you must let me come for you," Kathryn sighed as she writhed on her belly on the floor under her wife's boot.

"I will do nothing of the sort. I will empty you out, and have you at my leisure, you slut," B'Elanna threatened.

"Ooohhh, noooooooo, B'Elanna!" Kathryn wailed. "Let me come." She certainly sounded as if she meant it. "I'm so hard and hot for you!"

"You are a slave and unworthy of release. When will you accept that I keep you for my pleasure alone?" B'Elanna wondered aloud, amused at the ease with which they slipped into their roles. She tapped her foot, rocking Kathryn gently with her boot and was immediately rewarded with renewed squeals.

"My lord, please, mercy! I can't go on, I can't hold back! What am I to do?"
Kathryn whimpered, squirming madly for more.

"You are to eat me, slut. Is that not why I keep you? Up!" the Queen commanded, and Kathryn rolled over, rose to her knees and immediately was lost in the perfection that was B'Elanna's womanhood. B'Elanna relaxed immediately into Kathryn's mouth, and waited for her pleasure to overwhelm them both.

Kathryn settled into a slow, easy rhythm, wanting to make it last for both of them. B'Elanna lifted up her legs and wrapped them around Kathryn's head. Kathryn's legs trembled with the urgency of her need, and she felt herself adding to the dribbles of moisture that coated the floor all around the foot of B'Elanna's throne. She knew she would be required to clean up after herself before B'Elanna permitted her to go to bed. Slaves always cleaned up their own messes with their tongues, and it wasn't the sort of thing one wanted the servants to find in the morning in any event.

As B'Elanna bore down into Kathryn's mouth, Kathryn's grip on B'Elanna's ass tightened. B'Elanna had a tendency to come like cannon going off, and it would have been the very worst time for Kathryn to lose contact with the royal genitalia, the sweetest thing Kathryn had ever had the pleasure of tasting.

"Oh, gods, lover, I'm coming, coming for you now, my darling, take it . . . take it all, sweet slut, oh . . . take . . . my COME!!! B'Elanna roared, and the throne itself moved as the Queen's hips pounded up and down in ecstasy Kathryn could only imagine, and occasionally envied, but never begrudged. B'Elanna's pleasure really was hers, too. When B'Elanna looked at her after coming so hard and so long, Kathryn's heart ached with love for her. Kathryn's understanding of B'Elanna's needs wasn't perfect, but until Kathryn was captured and forced into B'Elanna's service, no one else had even come close.

In time, after B'Elanna had recovered from her initial set of orgasmic spasms, she looked down at Kathryn, who was continuing to lick her unabated. "Do you still want the table?" B'Elanna murmured.

Kathryn looked up. She was burning steadily with desire for her wife, and it made no difference to her if that fire was never quenched, as long as B'Elanna was satisfied. "Oh, yes! Please! I would love it!"

"Close up my pants, then. " B'Elanna rose and helped her wife to her feet. "Clean up your mess and come along. But I warn you, I will make you scream."

"Whether you permit me pleasure or not, I am moved to scream from your touch alone," Kathryn confessed, and she licked up her moisture from the floor around B'Elanna's boots as the monarch patiently waited.

The walked from the private throne room into B'Elanna's fully-equipped exercise room, in which there was a multi-purpose massage table. One new purpose for it was to be Kathryn's imminent piercing in just two days. Kathryn looked at the apparatus and shivered with excitement.

"Yes," B'Elanna murmured. "I was thinking the same thing. Here, you will give yourself to me once again."

"To do that will be my greatest honor, my lord," Kathryn said happily, turning to kiss B'Elanna's cheek.

But B'Elanna turned quickly and caught Kathryn's lips in a deeply sensual kiss, turning her and backing her to the table as she did so. Quickly, she lifted Kathryn onto the table, and shackled her ankles, but not her wrists.

"Move your backside down as close to the edge as possible, love," B'Elanna instructed, and she moved a stool into position, so that she was looking directly into her spouse's sex, as a doctor would. Smiling, B'Elanna bent her head and began to feast greedily upon the bounty of honey and swollen, hot womanflesh presented for her consideration.

"Oh! B'Elanna! Oh, you are so good!" Kathryn enthused as her wife went to work on her. With her hands free, she was easily able to tangle her fingers in her wife's thick, glossy hair. "Please, 'Lanna, my love, fuck me slow. Oh, I am so on fire for you. Take me, take me," Kathryn panted.

B'Elanna laughed, her tongue dancing carefully around Kathryn's completely engorged clitoris. She had to be very careful, B'Elanna knew, or she would set Kathryn off and their evening would be over much too early. She savored this time together with her wife, because soon they would be apart for the month of B'Elanna's honeymoon with Annika. Although B'Elanna knew very well that Annika would be eating her, loving her, stroking her, pleasing her in every possible was for a month, B'Elanna would still miss Kathryn, her soul-mate, very deeply.

But that inspired B'Elanna to tease Kathryn even more, the way she knew her Consort loved to be teased. "In two days, when I lie with Annika on or wedding night, I will lick her just like this, " B'Elanna crooned.

Kathryn's hips jerked and she moaned ecstatically. "Please, 'Lanna, please," she gasped.

"You know, her clitoris is as big as mine, and when I massage her, and she comes to my touch, it feels like the beating of a heart. She is like a bitch in heat, so wild is she to feel my hand or my tongue upon her," B'Elanna went on. She licked up most Kathryn's juices as they seeped out, but the table was still becoming slippery. Cleaning it would be Kathryn's job, too, when they were done.

"Let me come," Kathryn pleaded. "You drive me mad."

"Take this," B'Elanna said smoothly, and she rose to insert her finger deeply into Kathryn while licking her simultaneously. Kathryn's heels began to jitter on the table and she began to breathe in short gasps, writhing from side to side as she chased B'Elanna's tongue with her aching clit.

"I need it, oh, I need it so bad!" Kathryn groaned, holding her wife's head down. "Please . . . please . . . "

At that B'Elanna pulled back roughly, breaking Kathryn's grip. "Speaking of bitches in heat!" the Queen exclaimed. Standing where Kathryn could see clearly, B'Elanna opened her pants all the way and vaulted onto the table with ease. "Pleasure me, you needy little slut!" she demanded, mounting her wife. She grabbed Kathryn's hand and yanked it between her legs, where her clit was already engorged, pulsing, dripping and ready again. "Get me off, woman. You want orgasms? I'll give you mine."

"Oh, 'Lanna, yes, yes, my love. Give them to me," Kathryn begged, sliding her hand deeply into B'Elanna's cleft. "Yes. Oh, yes!"

With a pleased grunt, B'Elanna let her whole weight down onto Kathryn, and as much as the position would permit, held Kathryn's legs apart while grinding into her sex. Once again, totally distracted from her own needs by B'Elanna's demands, Kathryn fastened her lips and her complete attention on her wife. They moved together in a horizontal dance, the slow, rocking rhythm that B'Elanna enjoyed, and which made Kathryn all the more desperate. Yet she was able to put her desperation aside enough to enjoy B'Elanna's ecstasy. Kathryn knew B'Elanna fed on it, as she herself fed on B'Elanna's release.

"Oooooohhhhhhh . . . yessssssss . . . " B'Elanna murmured, transported. "You can make me come forever. It's paradise when you touch me."

Kathryn panted happily under B'Elanna. It was good to know she'd be missed, but it was also good to have B'Elanna's return, and the state visit to Paxverdi, to anticipate. Many more delights lay in store for all three of them, and Kathryn was the only one who knew about them at the moment.

"Come for me, my lord, slow and hard, so we can both feel it," Kathryn whispered.

"You love to be under me when I come, don't you? It feels as good as your own orgasm, doesn't it, slave?" B'Elanna responded, kissing Kathryn roughly. Of course no slave ever got kissed while B'Elanna came, but that was totally irrelevant.

"Better," Kathryn acknowledged, "because it is so strong."

"I'll be sure to remember that," B'Elanna promised, and she bore down between Kathryn's legs, and time seemed to stand still for them. Then, B'Elanna came, twisting and turning, howling with delight, until she sagged, spent as promised. Then, although Kathryn was pinned in what might have seemed an uncomfortable position, she made no objection, and they rested that way for a few moments, until B'Elanna roused herself and climbed down.

"Now, my love," she said to Kathryn, "move back up so I can shackle your wrists."

"But, why, my lord?"

"Because it pleases me to do so." B'Elanna waited for Kathryn to comply, then gently restrained her. Opening a drawer in the table she found and tenderly inserted both a buttplug and a dildo into Kathryn's orifices, causing her to gasp and arch in heated desperation.

"Please, please, B'Elanna!" she begged.

"Deeper? Harder?" B'Elanna inquired.

"Please touch me!" Kathryn burst out.

"Never fear. I have every intention of doing so," B'Elanna reassured her writhing mate. "In a few minutes, when I return."

"Oh, please touch me now," Kathryn almost wept.

"You will burn," B'Elanna warned.

"Make me burn, my lord," Kathryn pleaded, thrusting toward her wife.

B'Elanna traced Kathryn's wet, matted pubic hair with one finger, working slowly in and down until she was almost at Kathryn's clit. Then she withdrew and started again, until Kathryn lost her composure and began to scream for mercy. Triumphant, B'Elanna quickly stroked the turgid organ several times, left Kathryn hanging by a thread, kissed her, and walked out of the room, closing the door on the Queen Consort, for whom the next minutes would seem like hours.

Kathryn struggled uselessly against the harsh shackles, knowing she could neither free nor touch herself, yet she couldn't help trying. Her clit was as hard and wet as a smooth stone, washed by the flowing waters of a shallow brook. Her cleft bubbled, her ass twitched, her pussy throbbed and spasmed, and she lay helpless and at B'Elanna's mercy.

" 'Lanna, 'Lanna," Kathryn whimpered softly. "Come and get me, love. I am dying for you. Oh, please," she sighed, trying to calm herself although her body jerked of its own accord as it sought release from both need and bondage. "Mercy, my love, please!" She could not cry out lest a passing servant hear, but she could not refrain from babbling plaintively for her merciless spouse to return and free her, on way or another.

It was only a few minutes later when B'Elanna reappeared. "Supper is ready, my love." B'Elanna undid the restraints and offered her arm to Kathryn, who tried to rise, but was bent double with need and frustration.

B'Elanna looked at her, cocking her head thoughtfully. "Can't take it, eh? Not as strong as Annika?"

"I can take it," Kathryn grunted as she managed to stand upright at last, feeling the dildo and butt-plug deep inside her cavities. "Let me serve your supper."

"Do. I've worked up quite an appetite. And do not drop the toys I have inserted in you, or I will become quite perturbed."

B'Elanna again offered her arm to support Kathryn, but once they reached the dining room, Kathryn was able to move more comfortably. She seated B'Elanna at the head of the table and served her, then knelt carefully beside her chair as she had as a slave, to receive food from B'Elanna's hand, or nothing at all, as the Queen saw fit.

"You will need to dirty some dishes and silverware when I am done," B'Elanna remarked casually. "I do not wish the servants to know I fed you by hand."

"Yes, my lord," Kathryn nodded.

"Open," B'Elanna directed, dropping meat into Kathryn's mouth. "Good girl. You have not forgotten how, I see."

"No, my lord. I have not. Thank you for feeding me," Kathryn said humbly.

"Here, take these vegetables. I don't like the way they're seasoned. Damned chef must be off duty," B'Elanna grumbled, handing Kathryn a bowl, but no utensils. "Be sure to lick it clean. Pretend it's me."

"Thank you, my lord."

"Not at all," B'Elanna said grandly. "You need to keep up your strength."

When B'Elanna had finished her meal, occasionally feeding Kathryn a morsel of this or a tidbit of that, the Queen told her Consort. "I will not give you any dessert, so that you are suitably stimulated to pleasure me again."

"Yes, my lord, I understand," Kathryn nodded.

"You may clear, slut. Don't finger yourself, and don't keep me waiting," B'Elanna ordered, wandering off to leave Kathryn to do her work.

Kathryn soon came looking for B'Elanna, and found her lounging in the exercise room.

"Clean up this table immediately," B'Elanna ordered, pointing. "It seems several females have been rutting in here."

Kathryn carefully circled the table, squeezing her vagina and anus tightly around the slippery toys inside her while licking up the drops and puddles of moisture both of them had left behind after their most recent bout of love-making. She also got clean cloths to wipe the table and dry it.

"Good." B'Elanna nodded. "Get up there and I will have you again."
Making sure Kathryn's ankles were once again securely shackled, B'Elanna climbed up and lay down over her wife, grinding her pelvis into Kathryn's boiling, plugged pussy. She opened Kathryn's mouth with her own questing tongue, and Kathryn obligingly sucked in return as if that tongue were B'Elanna's clit pulsing between her lips. It took only a few minutes to stimulate B'Elanna this way, and soon she was shifting up so that she could sit on her captive Consort's face. "Your dessert, my love," the Queen whispered, and in moments her juices were running own into Kathryn's mouth again, creaming her, until the Queen's orgasms rewarded both of them.

Kathryn continued to lovingly lap at the excess moisture, and to stroke B'Elanna's boots long after the monarch was satisfied. Kathryn's hips and legs moved constantly, involuntarily under the Queen as Kathryn sought relief from her heat. But B'Elanna remained steadfast. She did not reach to give her wife what she so desperately sought. Not yet.

Instead, B'Elanna said, "Do you remember our honeymoon? Annika and I will be going to the same places, and staying a little longer in each, but not a great deal longer, as we must allow time to travel to Paxverdi."

"Yes, I know my lord's itinerary very well," Kathryn confirmed, her eyes locked on her lover's.

"And when she and I are in those places, I will have her in the same ways I had you," B'Elanna remarked dreamily. "I shall have her on the floor of the coach on the way to the harbor, I shall have her on her knees before my captain's chair during the day, and under me in the high bed in the captain's stateroom every night, just the way I had you. I will fuck her until she screams on each and every beach on every island in the chain. You do remember?" B'Elanna teased, a glint of amusement in her eyes as Kathryn's body undulated fiercely under her, as Kathryn did remember all those times and places.

"My lord, have mercy," Kathryn whimpered.

"Oh, but I must have her!" B'Elanna said. "She will be my wife, and I must give her the same attention I give you! Surely you understand that."

"My lord, I understand perfectly, and you can make her come as much as she can stand. In fact, I wish for nothing but the most perfect pleasure for both of you. I only beg that you permit me to come now," Kathryn groaned.

The midnight gong tolled softly in the courtyard far below. Kathryn looked up at B'Elanna pleadingly, but said nothing more.

B'Elanna smiled. "I believe that is my cue." She dismounted and unshackled Kathryn from the table. "Come to bed with me, my love," she said, taking Kathryn's hand in her own.

Carefully, Kathryn climbed down, ever mindful of the dildo and buttplug still nestled deep within her.

B'Elanna herself turned the bed down, then helped Kathryn to make herself comfortable. Slowly, she withdrew the buttplug, forcing a gasp of pleasure from Kathryn. Then just as slowly, as teasingly, B'Elanna slid the dildo out, making sure to caress Kathryn's clitoris repeatedly with the entire length of inlaid ivory. Kathryn rolled slowly from side to side, luxuriating in the sensations B'Elanna produced. "Oh, 'Lanna, sweet liege and lord, permit me to offer you my pleasure, just once," Kathryn moaned.

B'Elanna rested her fingertips on Kathryn's pleasure center, gently testing her readiness. Kathryn looked up into the eyes of her merciless captor, wife and friend. She couldn't imagine a more perfect moment of helplessness and submission.

"I love you, my Kathryn," B'Elanna whispered. Then, kissing her gently, B'Elanna made her wife come, howling in absolute release, shuddering, out of control, mindless in the Queen's strong arms. Both of them knew Kathryn could have come again, easily, but that was not the agreement they had made, and B'Elanna stopped as soon as Kathryn had come once.

"Tomorrow night, you may come on my boots," B'Elanna promised. "And the night after that, you will listen as I take my new wife."

Kathryn nodded. She couldn't have asked for anything more.