[Jendri 03] - The Shaming of Jendri Read online

  “Slut,” K'Endarra growled. “You all but beg for the lash."

  “You may assume I am always begging for it, and to be taken, and used, and to serve you, my lord,” Jendri confirmed.

  “Later. Dress me to ride. Would you like to ride Massinia today?” K'Endarra asked, referring to Jendri's magnificent warhorse, who had become K'Endarra's own horse when she was captured with Jendri.

  “Oh, but she is Your Majesty's horse,” Jendri objected.

  “I gave her back when we were married,” K'Endarra reminded her.

  “I will ride her, then,” Jendri smiled, “and we will trade next time."

  “Let us hurry then. I have nobles waiting to discuss the royal lottery,” K'Endarra said, reaching down to raise her wife. “Although I would much rather stay and let you lick my boots, now that I am growing accustomed to it again."

  “Darling! You say the nicest things!” Jendri laughed. K'Endarra was hooked. Still, one step at a time, she reminded herself.

  As they approached the stables K'Endarra gave Jendri a last quick squeeze, and then the nobles were before them, bowing and kissing their hands, and further discussion was postponed until after their ride.

  A couple of hours later, K'Endarra was hustling Jendri up the broad marble stairs, “Hurry, wench, so I can have my way with you!” she hissed.

  Jendri laughed. K'Endarra often found riding stimulating, and when she had been K'Endarra's slave, K'Endarra thought nothing of taking her in the bushes or the stable, where everyone could hear their pleasure.

  K'Endarra kicked the door shut behind them and grabbed Jendri's wrist, “On your knees to your lord and Queen. Get down where you belong!"

  Jendri dropped like a stone into a pond and began pawing at K'Endarra's pants as the Queen backed toward the foot of the bed.

  As K'Endarra sat and wiggled backwards up the bed, Jendri finally managed to expose her, and with a groan of happiness, she plunged into K'Endarra's molten cleft, and from that moment on, nothing but sighs of utter contentment were heard in the royal bedchamber. Then, finally, as she imprisoned Jendri's face and tongue deep within her, K'Endarra's shrieks of absolute fulfillment shredded the relative calm in the room.

  Jendri, too, nearly swooned at the speed and pressure with which her Queen rubbed her swollen womanhood all over her face. Nothing excited Jendri as wildly as K'Endarra's desire and complete satisfaction. Fluids pulsed in a steady stream from one Queen to the other, Jendri lapping and gobbling the nectar as fast as she was able. While she envied V'Anekka's ecstasy with K'Endarra this evening, she wouldn't have kept either of them from it for the world.

  “Oh, Jendri, Jendri, my love,” K'Endarra panted, hauling her Consort up and into her arms. “How I will miss you this night!"

  “And I you, my lord,” Jendri breathed, so content that she did not beg for her own release.

  But K'Endarra quickly scooped her up and carried her to the private throne room, where she sat down on the double throne with Jendri in her lap. There she held her Consort, kissing her, sliding her hand inside Jendri's jodhpurs, finding Jendri soaked and hot and ready for her touch. “Shall I leave you this way, until I return in the morning?” K'Endarra asked, her fingers deep inside Jendri.

  “Whatever pleases you,” Jendri whispered, kissing the Queen.

  “If I take you, you must relieve my needs as well,” K'Endarra remarked.

  “You have many women, my lord. Use all of us as you see fit,” Jendri suggested.

  K'Endarra allowed Jendri to slide to the floor. “Remove your clothing, slut, and lie down on your back so I can see your shamefully wet twat."

  Jendri obeyed, quick yet graceful, and lay down with her legs apart, knees bent, displaying herself to the Queen.

  “Touch yourself, but stop short of orgasm,” K'Endarra ordered.

  Jendri began to massage her swollen genitals, writhing sinuously against the Queen's boots, panting and looking up into her eyes.

  “Shall I make you come like that, as a slave?” K'Endarra inquired.

  “Oh, my lord, do as you wish with me,” Jendri moaned.

  K'Endarra kicked her stool into place and put her foot on it. “Hump my boot, slave, but slowly. Very slowly."

  Jendri rose as far as her knees and sank to the delectable leather. “Oh, please, please, K'Endarra,” she begged.

  “Look up at me while I boot-fuck you,” K'Endarra growled.

  “Mercy, I can't hold back,” Jendri pleaded, the sudden use of the phrase she loved pushing her to the edge. She gripped her lord's leg behind her knee and bit down hard on her lip, rocking slowly, shuddering at the spasms that came when she suppressed her orgasm. K'Endarra's eyes imprisoned her, there on her knees caressing the boot she adored.

  “Tonight, when you are alone, think of this,” K'Endarra commanded and with that order, she jolted Jendri's crotch hard and made her come all over her boots, the stool and the floor, until she could no longer support herself, and fell into her own puddle of liquids.

  K'Endarra looked down at Jendri, and felt a surge of power rush through her. “Bring me wine and lick up your mess, every drop, Slut.” She grinned triumphantly as Jendri rushed to obey, and then as Jendri began to lap up the honey that had spilled everywhere, K'Endarra's own desire surged. The touch of Jendri's delicate tongue on her boots was maddening.

  “Enough. Eat me!” she roared.

  Jendri's face was between K'Endarra's legs instantly, forcing the Queen to put her goblet aside and wrap her hands in Jendri's hair. In mere minutes she was thrusting into the tongue of the woman who worshipped and adored her as no other woman ever had.

  “Take me, Jendri, take every drop! Aaaaahhhh—iiieeeeeeeeeeeee!” The two Queens moved together until the Queen Regnant had no more to give and slumped on her throne. As K'Endarra's aftershocks coursed through her, Jendri cleansed her lovingly of every drop of love juice.

  The Consort smiled up at her lover. “See that you feed V'Anekka equally well tonight."

  “Never fear. I shall,” K'Endarra promised.

  * * *

  CHAPTER 10

  “Are you sure I look all right?” K'Endarra fretted, turning this way and that to see herself in the three panels of the full-length mirror.

  “You look like a bride,” Jendri assured her. “You have the gift?"

  “Here,” K'Endarra patted her breast pocket, within which rested a spectacular sapphire and diamond pendant, bracelets and earrings, selected by Jendri. “I was not so well-prepared when I proposed to you,” she said regretfully.

  “However, you gave me a choice, and that was a rare privilege.” Along with the Consort's sabre, her crown and tiaras, and her state signet ring, Jendri had been permitted another selection, and she had wisely chosen the magnificent Golgathex emeralds, which went beautifully with her eyes.

  “I must go,” K'Endarra said, pulling Jendri close. “I cannot forbid you to touch yourself while you wait for me, but I would prefer that you do not."

  “Even if I do, I shall not climax until you hold me in your arms again. But, may I sleep in your bed tonight, K'Endarra?"

  “It is our bed, not mine alone, and of course, that is what I expected you to do,” K'Endarra said kindly.

  “I wish you every success and every pleasure, my lord, and my love,” Jendri said, resting her head on K'Endarra's shoulder. Then K'Endarra tipped Jendri's head back so that they could look into each other's eyes, and kiss, and then she was gone.

  Jendri smiled and went into the den. She had a budget proposal to go over, and a little more research to do. She could torture herself deliciously with thoughts of K'Endarra and V'Anekka later, when she was in bed. She permitted herself a slight smile at the thought of Fracta the slave, still under endless punishment. Perhaps one of these days she would end it, if she got what she wanted, too.

  * * * *

  K'Endarra was somewhat annoyed to find her hands sweating as she made her way through the cool marble passageways to her harem. There was no reason
for her to be nervous; she had bedded many a woman in her life, and this one was especially familiar to her. Moreover, V'Anekka had begged to stay far beyond the usual time for concubines, even when K'Endarra had married. Of all women, K'Endarra had the least to fear from this one.

  But K'Endarra did not lack introspection, and knew why she was nervous. V'Anekka was her favorite in the harem. In marriage, she would be the second wife, and not a Queen. Perhaps she would not wish a lesser status than Jendri. And K'Endarra had known V'Anekka far longer than Jendri, yet she had chosen Jendri first. V'Anekka might be offended by that, by the fact that Jendri was older, by the fact that she was foreign, or for reasons K'Endarra hadn't even thought of yet. Anyone was free to refuse to marry the Queen! Such a humiliating possibility would have made anyone nervous.

  The harem was strangely silent when K'Endarra entered. All the concubines were there, of course, but they were in their rooms. V'Anekka had been told to remain alone until she received further instructions. K'Endarra walked down the long hall to the corner room traditionally occupied by the favorite and knocked.

  “Come in,” was the muffled response.

  K'Endarra turned the knob and peeked in. V'Anekka was seated at the foot of her bed in a pale rose gown, and she was crying.

  “Oh! My lord!” V'Anekka jumped up and sank quickly to her knees in greeting. “Please, please do not send me away. I ask nothing but to stay, Your Majesty!"

  K'Endarra stopped dead in her tracks, totally baffled. Then realization dawned. V'Anekka apparently thought K'Endarra was meeting with her in private to spare her the humiliation of being sent away in public! With a secret smile, K'Endarra approached her kneeling concubine. “Why do you think such a thing?” she asked gently, sitting down.

  “You have encouraged me to take my freedom before. I thought perhaps, after the other night, Jendri, I mean Her Majesty, Jendrickar, the Queen Consort, might have asked you to send me away,” V'Anekka explained, looking up at K'Endarra. “You look magnificent. Is there a state occasion today, my lord?"

  “An occasion, yes,” K'Endarra smiled, “but rather a more private one. And why did you think the Queen Consort would want me to send you away?"

  “Because of the depth of desire and passion you displayed for me the last time we were together. I thought I heard her crying. I thought perhaps she had reached the limits of her patience,” V'Anekka sniffled.

  K'Endarra pulled a clean linen handkerchief from her pocket and handed it over, pulling V'Anekka against her leg. “You have nothing to fear. Jendri's patience, understanding and love for me are boundless, as you will soon learn. No, she was not crying, and I am not here to send you away, my darling,” K'Endarra purred, stroking her lovely concubine's hair to comfort her.

  “What then, my lord? Why have you come to me alone?” V'Anekka was clearly still anxious.

  K'Endarra swallowed and gathered herself. She was pleased that V'Anekka had knelt before her, as proposing to a taller woman was a bit of a logistical problem. “Come here,” she directed, pulling V'Anekka between her legs, and taking her by the upper arms so she could look directly into the beautiful blue eyes, which were still wet with recent tears. “V'Anekka, citizen of Asperia, I would take you to wife as my Consort Royal. Will you marry me?"

  V'Anekka gave a little cry of shock. “But ... you are already married!"

  “The Queen of Asperia may take as many wives, or husbands, for that matter, as she likes. Will you have me as your wife?” K'Endarra asked again.

  “But ... my lord ... the Queen Consort...” V'Anekka babbled.

  “The Queen Consort encourages it for our happiness and pleasure as a family. Now will you cease arguing with me and answer the question?” K'Endarra laughed, somewhat exasperated.

  V'Anekka was shaking with excitement. “Yes! Oh, yes! I will marry you, K'Endarra!” she gasped. “Yes, oh, please, yes!"

  This brought a relaxed and pleased smile to the face of the Queen. “Then, V'Anekka of Asperia, I would seal this marriage contract with the traditional kiss of betrothal. Will you submit to me?"

  “Oh, yes, please kiss me! Please!” V'Anekka begged.

  K'Endarra leaned forward and put one hand behind V'Anekka's neck to steady her, then bent her head and sealed their engagement with the younger woman's first kiss.

  V'Anekka moaned as if she were already climaxing, and her honey began to seep down her legs under her beautiful gown. K'Endarra, too, was aroused by the moment, and she kept them sealed together in that first kiss as long as she possibly could, reveling in the taste and texture of V'Anekka's lips and tongue, and enjoying the desperate whimpers of pleasure that escaped the lips of her new fiance.

  When K'Endarra finally permitted them to separate long enough to breathe, V'Anekka freed herself and fell at K'Endarra's feet, kissing her boots with a grateful fervor she could not hide. Looking down at the young woman, K'Endarra's heart contracted with love, and she reached down, released the long, golden hair and let it cascade over her glistening boots as V'Anekka worshipped her. K'Endarra made no move to attenuate this display. As Jendri had taught her, K'Endarra needed the spontaneous and unrestricted submission of her wives, and it was important for all of them to be free to express their needs, and have them met, without resistance.

  Finally, V'Anekka subsided, panting, and K'Endarra pulled her back up to her knees. “I believe you may be in some discomfort, darling,” she joked, reaching under V'Anekka's gown. “Allow me."

  Quickly her hand moved up, fingers dancing through the moisture that rolled down V'Anekka's legs, until they found their mark. “Would you like to come while we are kissing?” K'Endarra whispered, their lips bare millimeters apart.

  “Oh, gods, yes, please, please,” V'Anekka groaned, clutching at K'Endarra's thighs. Then she moved so she could throw her arms around her lover's neck, and spread her legs further, and looking up at her liege and lord, kissed her hungrily, as K'Endarra made love to her. K'Endarra wisely decided this time to use her woman's natural tendency toward submission to keep her enthralled forever.

  “Oh, yes, come for me, darling, come like that, and you will always want it, and you will always want me, and no other,” K'Endarra murmured as they kissed, and her fingers thrust deeply into V'Anekka, nearly lifting her from the floor.

  “I have never ... ever ... wanted any other,” V'Anekka swore as her hips thrust against the invading, loving hand in return.

  “You will belong only to me, no matter how many women I take,” K'Endarra continued. “Is this is to your liking?"

  “Yes, Majesty, yes, my lord. Please, love, pleeeease!” V'Anekka cried, pressing harder for release. “Oh, please!"

  “Yes, my darling, I want to feel you come, just like this, at last. We have waited far too long.” She massaged the swollen external clit, heavy in her hand, as V'Anekka's hips pumped to her rhythm. K'Endarra felt V'Anekka's legs trembling and lent her strength so that V'Anekka wouldn't slip away from her as she came.

  “Oh, gods ... oh, gods ... uh ... uh ... K'Endarra,” V'Anekka gasped, and then she lost control, what little she had, “Oh, K'Endarraaaaaaaaaaaa!” she screamed as the Queen kissed and caressed her orgasms to the surface and beyond. “Please! Oh, K'Endarraaaaaaaa!"

  V'Anekka bounced up and down on her knees, coming and gushing as she had never come before. She clung to K'Endarra, helplessly swaying and moaning, until she was spent, and slid back to the floor, her cheek against the Queen's boot, and then she began to kiss and stroke the shining white leather again. At that, K'Endarra rose and tore the covers off the bed, bent and lifted her lover and placed her on the sheets, lovingly undressing her as she recovered from both the shock of her marriage proposal and the tumultuous orgasms that accompanied it.

  “Are you all right, sweetheart?” K'Endarra inquired. She slipped out of her coat and shirt, and opened her trousers slowly to tease V'Anekka, who was already reaching for her. “Oh, yes. You'll get your chance,” K'Endarra promised. “Starting now.” She slipped off her bo
ots and threw her pants and underthings aside with a flourish.

  K'Endarra spread V'Anekka's legs and knelt upright between them so she could display her own extraordinary arousal to her lover. “I want your mouth on me,” she said, spreading her labia. “I want your tongue inside me; deep inside me. I want to come all over your pussy. I want to soak you with my wetness."

  “Oh, yes, K'Endarra, let me touch you, let me taste you, please,” V'Anekka requested earnestly.

  “You need not ask twice,” K'Endarra said. Moving forward, she pushed V'Anekka onto her back and mounted her with authority, covering her eager mouth with her thick, dripping bush. “Now, woman, pleasure your lord."

  V'Anekka was only too happy to obey that royal command. She fastened herself to K'Endarra and sucked her as if her pussy were life itself. So fierce was her entry that K'Endarra had to grab the headboard to steady herself, and so sharp was V'Anekka's attack upon her sex that K'Endarra felt pre-orgasmic spasms in mere moments.

  “Stop,” K'Endarra gasped, pulling back. “I would kiss as I come."

  “Yes, yes,” V'Anekka agreed, hauling K'Endarra down on top of her.

  Although K'Endarra tried to hold back, kissing her young lover as V'Anekka stroked her was far too much to resist, and in any event, K'Endarra had no reason to hold back. The sooner she came, the sooner she could come again.

  And that was precisely what she did, all night long.

  * * * *

  K'Endarra's breath caught in her throat as she awoke in broad daylight, her head on the pillow next to V'Anekka's. The woman was stunningly beautiful, relaxed in sleep or wide awake, laughing, singing, dancing. She would be an enormous credit to K'Endarra when they appeared together in public. The entire realm would be abuzz with it by nightfall. Everyone would envy the Queen and her two beautiful wives, the fairest, the strongest, the smartest in the land, and they were hers, all hers.

  “Wake up, my love,” K'Endarra whispered, and she smiled to see the look of joy on her new mate's face when V'Anekka found K'Endarra in her bed, and the realization that she was to be married came flooding back.