[Jendri 03] - The Shaming of Jendri Read online

  Jendri turned onto her side next to K'Endarra in the tub. “Oh, my love,” she sighed, feeling the swelling and slickness of her spouse under the water. “Please let me."

  “Let you? I insist!” K'Endarra laughed. “I cannot meet with the Privy Council like this."

  Jendri clung to K'Endarra with her left hand and began a sensuous massage of K'Endarra's clitoris with her right. Knowing K'Endarra well, she grazed the turgid flesh lightly with her nails, causing the Queen of Obduria to stiffen and groan in response. “You bewitch me!” K'Endarra gasped.

  “I hope so,” Jendri growled.

  “Please ... please ... please,” K'Endarra panted, her eyes wild. Jendri grinned and gave her just a little more, and suddenly, thrashing in ecstasy, the huge tub became a tempest as K'Endarra burst into spasms and howls of pleasure. Jendri struggled mightily to keep both of them from going under until K'Endarra's exertions subsided.

  Blinking, K'Endarra looked around the elegant room, now awash in soapy water. “Our valets will not be pleased,” she predicted with a happy sigh. “Call them, love, so we will not be late."

  “Yes, my lord,” Jendri agreed quickly, kissing the satisfied monarch tenderly. “I shall attend you at the Council.” Jendri was used to living with advanced arousal and didn't complain. K'Endarra would get to her later, and she knew it would be worth the wait.

  The business of the Privy Council was usually conducted in formal Asperian day-wear, suits or gowns of exquisite taste, depending on preference, not gender. When the Council, including Jendri who was there as Duke of Paxverdi, rose at the Queen's entrance, K'Endarra was pleased to see her Consort in a favorite bottle-green velvet suit. The Queen herself was in black with burgundy trim, a far cry from the days when she had attended these meetings in nothing but tunic, belt and boots, lounging about on her throne, drinking heavy red wine and amusing herself with her sex slaves. That had been before Jendri exerted her influence, of course. Now the only sex slave present was Fracta, once again hanging on the rack in the corner, moaning softly. Everyone ignored her.

  Taking her seat at the head of the table, the Queen brought the meeting to order and the tedious business of administering her realm began anew. To her right, Jendri sat erect, attentively listening to the minutes being read by the secretary. Because Jendri was completely focused, it was a moment or two before she perceived the pressure of the Queen's boot upon her own foot. Instantly desire shot through Jendri, lodging in her clitoris, and although her expression betrayed nothing, her heart rate increased and she began to perspire.

  That was all K'Endarra had to do to gain complete control of her Consort. She kept her foot on Jendri's, varying the pressure until Jendri's underwear was soaked. Yet no one else at the long, polished table had the least suspicion of the interaction between the two Queens, let alone the extreme discomfort of the Consort.

  An hour and a half, the absolute limit of Queen K'Endarra's endurance for these things, elapsed, and she called the meeting to a close, abruptly as ever. She did not care if her ministers considered their business completed or not. They would simply have to attend her at her next convenience, and that was the end of it. Fracta would be returned to work in the kitchens until she was sent for again.

  With a short nod to the Council, K'Endarra rose and departed, Jendri immediately behind her and to her right as protocol dictated. Jendri couldn't have been any closer to K'Endarra's magnificent tight buns had someone put a crossbow to her own magnificent chest. None but K'Endarra knew the advanced state of Jendri's desperation.

  Back in their royal apartments, Jendri collapsed at K'Endarra's feet. “Please, please, my love,” she begged, stroking K'Endarra's dress boots.

  K'Endarra's eyes sparkled with amusement. “You wish to give me pleasure?” The stroking of a superior's boots was an offer of affection and sexual services in Asperian culture, not to mention that the force of K'Endarra's personality and preferences combined to prohibit Jendri from begging for her own needs to be met.

  “Yes ... yes,” Jendri gasped, well aware that she had no choice.

  “Before dinner?” K'Endarra asked in mock amazement, although she was highly aroused by the continuous stroking of Jendri's nimble fingers through the supple leather of her boots.

  “Oh, gods!” Jendri groaned, clinging to her lord.

  K'Endarra reached down and pulled Jendri up against her. “Come to bed then. We will eat dinner late. And then, the harem.” K'Endarra kissed her Consort roughly, gripping her shoulders firmly, until she felt Jendri's legs give out under her. Then K'Endarra gently shouldered her and carried her to the bedroom, where she put Jendri on the bed, threw her coat aside and undid her belt, looking down at her wife with love and passion.

  Jendri looked up at her, returning the fervor she saw in her mate's eyes. Then she struggled up and quickly undressed, feeling the burning intensity of her lord's eyes on her. K'Endarra did not touch her yet, but waited patiently until Jendri knelt and opened her specially-tailored pants. Then, her womanhood exposed, K'Endarra was able to sit down on the edge of the bed. The women kissed, hotly, deeply, until K'Endarra began to growl with arousal, indicating to her Consort that she was more than ready. K'Endarra released Jendri's lips and leaned back, bringing her booted legs up and over Jendri's back, where she rested them, allowing her Consort access to the steaming royal genitalia.

  K'Endarra had Jendri to thank for the ease with which she could now receive pleasure while remaining clothed. When the Asperians had first defeated Obduria, and Jendri was forced into slavery, K'Endarra had been all but a half-naked savage. Under Jendri's influence and due to her skills with a needle, K'Endarra's wardrobe was transformed and she herself in the process. Now sex was as available as it had ever been, but out of sight of the Asperian people, and the Queen herself appeared in public fully dressed and dignified, befitting her position as a powerful monarch.

  Jendri plunged into the bubbling cleft, now almost unaware of her own raging needs, not even of the thick moisture that dripped from her throbbing pussy to the plush carpeting. If Jendri satisfied K'Endarra, her own needs would become unimportant. If she pleased K'Endarra enough, Jendri might receive immediate release. There was never anything to be lost in the attempt.

  Frantically, Jendri licked and caressed her wife's bulging clit. Simultaneously, she felt under the hard muscular ass of her lord until she encountered the puckered anus, another pleasure center that could never receive too much attention. Entering there, Jendri felt K'Endarra gasp and was then rewarded with the grinding pressure of bootheels against her back.

  “Oh, I love that. Go in deeper,” K'Endarra groaned through gritted teeth. “More, dammit, more!” She sighed as Jendri's finger was embedded to the base. “Ah, yes. Good."

  Jendri moved her fingers as much as the tightness of the cavity permitted, working in synchronicity with her lips and tongue in the front, where she lapped eagerly at K'Endarra's, thick, hot honey.

  “Fuck me,” K'Endarra moaned, “Fuck me slow."

  Jendri complied, moving sensuously against the giant organ, sliding fingers inside K'Endarra as far as she could, then slowly withdrawing them in a twisting movement. She could feel, inside the vagina, the soft swelling of the internal portion of K'Endarra's main clitoris, and every time she touched it, her lover responded with a soft grunt of pleasure.

  Despite her best efforts to extend the Queen's pleasure, the tightening of K'Endarra's butt told Jendri that her lord's release was imminent, and Jendri steeled herself to enjoy her orgasms with her. “Do me, Jendri, now, love,” K'Endarra gasped as her arousal increased to the maximum, and then the floodgates burst, and she howled with uncontrollable delight, “Yaaaaaaa!” she screamed. “Oh, Godddddddsssssssss!” The pounding of her blood through her own brain and her screaming all but deafened her. Even Jendri's ears rang. Each time K'Endarra came it was if she hadn't climaxed for a week.

  It was a moment or two before the Queen came back to herself, and looked down at the lovely form o
f her kneeling wife, whose tongue was still busy, gently consuming the moisture that had been released with K'Endarra's orgasms. “You are wonderful, Jendri. I like using my slaves, I enjoy taking several women at once, but most of all, I love being loved by you.” She patted the bed. “Come here, love. Let me pleasure you."

  Jendri rose, blushing at the praise, and was embraced by strong arms. “Oh, K'Endarra,” she sighed. “I am so on fire for you.” And she spread her legs wide for her lover, allowing sweet stickiness to flow down her thighs. “Look how wet I am from waiting so long, and from feeling your pleasure, darling.” She pressed against the hand that now toyed with her pubic hair.

  “It's a problem, isn't it? You stimulate me, I stimulate you, we never get anything done,” K'Endarra observed.

  “That's why you have ministers,” Jendri growled. “Oh, my lord. I am dying for you."

  “I can finish you so fast, you won't even remember this aching need in a moment or two."

  “And if I want it slow?” Jendri murmured, her eyes half-closed as she anticipated the gift she was about to receive.

  “You do not care,” K'Endarra laughed. “Right now you merely wish to come, and come you shall.” She rose over Jendri and slid her knee securely into the gushing, swollen pussy that was presented to her. Then she bent down and took Jendri's lips, making her twist and squirm under the body of her lord and Queen. “Come for me, my love,” K'Endarra demanded. “Come!” With that she very quickly and unceremoniously drove her knee again and again into Jendri's crotch, making her buck and squeal.

  “Oh K'Endarra! K'Endarra! Don't stop. Finish me! Please!” she gasped. “Please! Pleeeeeeeeease!” she screamed as the pleasure blossomed and exploded in her groin. “Oh, my gods, don't stop!” And Jendri burst into tears of joy, coming again and again to the almost machine-like pumping of her partner's leg. “Oh, darling, darling, you are the most wonderful,” she sobbed and hicupped, “lover in the world."

  K'Endarra lodged her knee firmly between Jendri's legs and brought her down slowly, smiling as her spouse shuddered with aftershocks. “Jendri my love, my heart, my joy,” she whispered. “It is you who are too good for me."

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  CHAPTER 3

  The two Queens strolled slowly through the massive hallways of the palace, hand in hand, fingers linked. Bathed, powdered and perfumed, both wore casual comfortable clothing, the Monarch in an open-necked silk shirt, her pants tucked into soft-soled suede boots with a fringed top. Jendri wore lounging pajamas and silk slippers.

  They were on their way to the harem, and Jendri thought K'Endarra looked good enough to eat, which was precisely the point. Every now and then, K'Endarra would pull Jendri into her arms for a kiss, or reach down and play with her bottom. She enjoyed exciting her wife prior to arriving in the harem, so that Jendri would have even more extreme reactions to watching the Queen cavorting with her concubines, and so that she would be wildly in need of release whenever they returned to their own quarters.

  At the great door Jendri waited while K'Endarra entered the combination and turned the heavy brass wheel. With a hiss, the door swung slowly open and they stepped through. It swung shut again behind them. None but the Queens and the Chamberlain had the combination to the harem, and it could be reached only after a circuitous climb up and down hidden stairs and hallways. The harem was so secure it was usually left unguarded.

  Since Jendri herself had escaped from confinement during the war with the Emicrani, however, there had been some modifications to the outer walls of the harem, which occupied the uppermost floor of the palace. No longer could an agile concubine rappel to the ground below. Imprisoned there for her own protection while still a slave, Jendri had escaped to the front and there saved K'Endarra's life, thus becoming her Consort.

  However, no real concubine had ever wished to escape. They were voluntarily confined and could leave at their own request. The harem was constructed with the intention of keeping others out. Concubines were glad to remain within, there to give pleasure to the Monarch they loved.

  The Queen's women always knew when she would visit, and as soon as K'Endarra and Jendri entered, all nine concubines flew to greet them, all but overwhelming their lord and lover with hugs and caresses and cries of affection.

  Eight of them physically lifted the laughing Queen K'Endarra off her feet and carried her to the enormous bed in the center of the harem, a bed which was always clean and fresh and never used unless the Queen Regnant was there. It could be completely enclosed by draperies for privacy but that didn't happen unless the Queen slept there, which was seldom anymore, as she had a wife to go home with.

  The ninth and most junior concubine shyly linked arms with Jendri and together they followed the rest of the women to the massive bed.

  On the bed, two happy concubines were already at K'Endarra's feet, stroking her through her soft boots. Two more had removed her shirt and were suckling her hardened nipples while she, in turn, squeezed one of their breasts in each hand. A fifth concubine, a tall, voluptuous blonde, whom Jendri knew to be Number Seven, knelt between the monarch's legs, caressing K'Endarra's mound through her as yet unopened pants. She and K'Endarra were smiling at one another the way lovers do, and this was because Number Seven was K'Endarra's favorite. As Jendri watched, Number Seven slowly opened K'Endarra's fine suede trousers, pushing aside her silken underwear to reveal an already-wet bush of thick, dark hair. K'Endarra smiled at her wife and her lovers. She was enjoying herself, as always, among her many women.

  “Jendri, come here and support me, my love, while V'Anekka pleasures me."

  Jendri excused herself gently to Number Nine and slid into the bed behind K'Endarra, propping her wife's head and shoulders on her thighs and becoming, in effect, a pillow.

  K'Endarra sighed. Six women at once! “You may eat me, V'Anekka,” she growled softly, and her favorite's head descended to the royal crotch.

  K'Endarra arched to her concubine's mouth, then settled to the mattress again. “Kiss me,” she whispered to Jendri, and Jendri leaned down to comply, caressing the graceful neck of her lord while sucking and nipping at her lips and tongue from above.

  A frisson of delight ran through the concubines. Until K'Endarra's marriage, none of them had ever seen kissing, and it excited them tremendously. They crooned and sighed to see the intimacy of the two Queens. Although Asperians didn't kiss in public, the harem was considered private. To see the Monarch and her Consort this way was one of the privileges of being a concubine. Of course, making love to the Queen of Asperia was the greatest privilege of all, but there were other advantages as well. Luxurious accommodations, a healthy stipend, and after the harem, marital and professional opportunities based on intimate association with the Queen. Becoming a concubine was a highly competitive process, and even the losers could always say they had been taken by the Queen of Asperia.

  The two concubines at K'Endarra's feet, Eight and Four, were moved to kiss K'Endarra's boots in response to the stimulation, and the two at her breasts, Five and Three, renewed their efforts as well. Nine, One, Six and Two squirmed anxiously, hoping to get a chance to touch and please their lord before the visit was over.

  “Aaaahhhh, V'Anekka,” K'Endarra sighed between kisses. “Go inside. I need you there."

  V'Anekka, Number Seven, gladly went inside. She lived to be inside her royal lover's canal as often as possible. She had been a concubine for over five years, twice as long as most. Free to leave, she couldn't bring herself to go, nor could K'Endarra make her.

  Jendri groaned too as she was molten with need from the constant and intense stimulation of watching other women make love to her wife. Jendri could do nothing but continue to kiss and caress K'Endarra, though, as Consorts did not have concubines. While in the harem, Jendri could receive a massage, have her breasts suckled, even suckle in return if she wished. She could have a bath and enjoy whatever other entertainment the concubines provided in terms of music, dance, food, or games. But the Consort's woman
hood was the exclusive property of the Queen Regnant. Nor did the Monarch take the Consort in the presence of others, and even self-stimulation in front of any but Queen K'Endarra was considered inappropriate for the Queen Consort. Therefore Jendri awaited her lord's attentions in private, no matter how long until they were alone again.

  Jendri's musk, however, was impossible to ignore, especially for K'Endarra, whose head rested on her consort's thighs. She smiled up at her lovely spouse. “You are stimulated by my pleasure. I shall enjoy it all the more."

  “Yes, my love,” Jendri whispered. “Enjoy it for both of us."

  K'Endarra's breathing quickened. She gasped, closed her eyes and began to shudder. “Oh, yes, I'm coming. Harder and faster, love. Uh ... oh..."

  The room held its collective breath. Then K'Endarra bucked and spilled into Seven's sensuous mouth. K'Endarra roared her approval as she climaxed in the arms of her women, but she pulled back before she was done.

  “V'Anekka, get over here in front of me. “T'Eldorna,” she addressed the waiting Number One, “take me from behind."

  Quickly the women rearranged themselves, including Jendri, who moved gracefully aside. Spooning herself in behind V'Anekka, K'Endarra entered her vagina from the rear with three fingers and began to pump vigorously.

  “Lord K'Endarra,” the desperate concubine gasped, “I beg you, let me touch myself!"

  “Unnhhh!” K'Endarra cried out as T'Eldorna's fingers easily slipped into her from the rear. “Of course. By all means,” K'Endarra managed to grunt in agreement, and then she began to undulate to the touch of T'Eldorna's caress of the interior portion of her main clitoris. The woman's touch was at once silken and bold, reaching into the tight, slick tunnel as far as she could to pleasure her Queen.

  In front of K'Endarra, V'Anekka groaned and arched, and then her pleasure took her. An Asperian aristocrat, V'Anekka, too, had a main clitoris linked to a fully-developed secondary organ near one of her ovaries. The two worked together to multiply her sensations, and she spilled her climax and her juices into the sheets, screaming, “Oh, gods! I love you, my lord! I love you!"