Chronicles of Raan (Three BDSM Fantasy Novellas) (4 page)

I was alone in my chambers. It was a week to go to the wedding. I was reliving an argument Salif and I had had two days ago.

It had started with the Harem Master. Salif had surveyed his old harem with pain in his eyes. “Raze it to the ground…” he had said, his voice toneless. “I will have no memory of this place.”

“Your will, Mage King.” There was deference in the Harem Master’s voice. “The harem will be destroyed. A new site will be chosen; and then, the King may select new pleasure slaves to serve him.”

I had cut in, my voice icy. “The king will have no pleasure slaves.”

Salif turned to look at me. His gaze was expressionless. “Leave us…” he ordered. The Harem Master bowed his way out; I could hear the bodyguards leave. It was just the two of us in the room.

“No pleasure slaves, Salif. I will be enough for you.” My voice was flat, uncompromising.

“My Raina. You are always enough for me. But I have needs that it does not befit my queen to meet.” His voice was mild.

“I was trained as a pleasure slave, Salif. I will meet all your needs.” There was no yielding in my voice. “I will not share you, my king.” My eyes were possessive. I’d have no pleasure slave touch my love.

His eyes had blazed in response to the look of possession in my eyes. But he tried once more. “Sweet Raina. I will use you in all the forbidden ways; this does not befit one of your station.”

“I will not share you, my king.” I repeated, but my voice had softened.

“So be it.” He said, a royal decree. His voice was a silken caress. “But Raina, remember this. As the flogger swings against your tender skin, as it bites you in all the hidden places, as your skin comes afire with its strokes, remember, you asked for this.”  The words were a threat and a promise. My eyes were ablaze with lust and longing, as my body was responding to the heat in his words. It had been fifteen years since I felt his touch on my body, and I needed him very badly.

Our eyes met silently, the lust building, the very air a crackle of electricity between us. The Harem Master was just outside the door, as were the bodyguards. If he took me now, the whole court would know. I found I didn’t care.

Salif shook his head to dispel the mood. “But I care. You are my queen. You will be treated with all respect.”

He grinned as a thought came to him, raised an eyebrow at me. “And what of Leila, my sweet little hypocrite? I have to give up my pleasure slaves, but you get to keep yours?”

Oh. I’d forgotten my precious Leila. The nectar of her body.

When I spoke, my voice was grumpy with defeat; his point was well-made. “Fine. I’ll share Leila, but only when I’m around.”

His eyes sparkled; revealed a thoroughly male satisfaction. Oh. In all the tumult since our return, I’d forgotten his fantasy. Leila and me, tied together and whipped. He’d been hoping for this. He’d bested me yet again.

I smiled at him, letting him know I remembered his fantasy. “Your will, Mage King.”

****

One day to go to the wedding. Every night this last week, I’d hoped Salif would make his way to my chambers, but every night, I waited in vain.

I was sitting in front of a mirror, brushing my hair, when a sudden change in the air alerted me to his presence.

“My sweet Raina…” His voice was contemplative.

I had swept into the automatic triple obeisance due the Mage King, but his hands stilled me, and he raised me to my feet. “My queen-to-be need not bow before me, Raina.” His voice was threaded with an unknown element. I didn’t know what to make of his mood.

“Fifteen years,” he said quietly.

“Fifteen years…” I agreed. “Touch me, Salif, gather me in your arms…” I screamed inwardly. But my mind was shielded, my thoughts were my own.

“Tomorrow, sweet Raina – on our wedding night, I will punish you for your stubbornness about the pleasure slaves. And for other things as well.” There was unmistakable promise in his voice. “But tonight… tonight, my sweet queen, tonight is just about love.”

I bit my lip, dropped my mind shields. “Salif, please, it’s been so long…” My voice a small sigh of longing.

He’d taken a step closer, and at my words, he closed the distance between us, taken my face in his, forced his lips on mine. My mouth was open, my lips ready to receive his, and we clung to each other, feeling our tongues dance against each other, reveling in the way our bodies pressed against each other, softness meeting hardness, silk yielding before steel.

Up close, I could feel the utter maleness of him; and my stomach clenched in pleasure at the promise of the pleasure to come.

“Take off your clothes, sweetness…” I moved to obey. I was just wearing a robe and nothing underneath. I let the robe slide off, let it fall on the ground behind me.

He smiled at me, though his eyes were hungry as they devoured my body.

“Do I please you, my king?” I asked, a tremor in my voice. I was not as young as the pleasure slaves would have been; there were many more suitable matches for Salif in Argentia; I was an unorthodox choice for queen.

But his words were poetry to my soul. “Your body quenches my long-held thirst, my love.”

I took a step towards him, my hand raised to stroke his face, to feel the warmth of his skin against mine.

Salif took a step back. “In all things, patience, my love,” he muttered. “Now, take off my clothes.”

My hands reached for him. He was dressed simply, in the loose pants and tight shirt of daily wear, his coat already discarded. I reached for his waist to tug the shirt from the waistband of his pants, and pulled it over his head. His body was hard, sinewy and perfect. My Mage King.

My hands touched his chest, unbidden, trailing up from his waist, feeling the warmth of his body in my hands; the hard perfection of him. I was weak with longing.

“Raina…” A sigh. “My love… how I have missed you…”

The words were sweet shards through my heart. I missed you too, Salif. More than you’d ever know.

I knelt before my king, my hands at the laces of his boots. He stopped me. “Not a task for my queen, not tonight.” His voice was solemn. He quickly unlaced his boots, stepping out of them, sending them with a flick of his hand to a corner.

I reached instead for his belt, unbuckling it, and allowing him to step out of his pants. His erection swung free instantly.

“The bed, sweetness?” His voice was a murmur, he’d swept me off my feet, and in a fluid movement, had deposited me on the bed.

He knelt on the floor by the bed, parted my legs. For a few minutes, he just looked at my pussy.

“My lord King…” I said, transfixed by the way he looked at me, yet keenly aware that it was the Mage King of Argentia who knelt at my side. My trainers would have had me flayed for such transgression. “Salif please, you are the Mage King of Argentia; I am but a lowly subject...”

“Shut up, Raina.” His voice was even. “You talk too much.”

His fingers parted my nether lips gently, exposing my inner folds to his gaze. “If I want to kneel, drink in the beauty of my bride-to-be, I’d like to meet the person who would deny me that right.”

His head bent into me, his tongue licked me in a sweet, soft lick. I moaned, protocol forgotten. “Salif…” I begged.

“Yes, sweetness?” An amused thread running through his voice.

“Salif, don’t stop…” I pleaded.

“Much better…” he said approvingly, as he bent his head into me again, licking my pussy with the thirst of a man who had spent fifteen years without water.  I bit my lips as the fire from my pussy spread through me, setting every nerve tingling. My hands clenched around the silken sheets on the bed, a smooth contrast to the rasp of his tongue.

A flick of my clitoris set me moaning again, and now two fingers were entering my pussy, stretching me out, pumping in and out while his tongue flicked repeatedly over my exposed nub.

“Salif…” I begged again. I’d lost the ability to form words. All I could do was feel. Feel the way his fingers pumped in and out of me, sending me to peaks of arousal; all I could do was hear the slurp as my pussy creamed in response to his expert touch. My hands grabbed his head in an instinctive motion, I pushed his head deeper into me. I could feel him chuckle in response, his breath warm against my inner lips, as his tongue kept flicking, flicking at that nub, his fingers pumping, and I felt myself rising, rising to greater and greater heights, until finally, it was all too much, and I came in an explosion of pleasure.

Salif kept his mouth on me, licking me through my orgasm, through each quiver of my pussy, but as the wave swept through me, his licking slowed, and he pulled his fingers out, rising to lie on the bed next to me.

I watched him as I recovered. His cock was hard, insistent. I wanted to taste him. I moved over to take his length in my mouth, but he stopped me. “Not tonight, sweet Raina. There’ll be time enough for that tomorrow night…”

“Now…” he continued, his voice relaxed. “Let’s count the transgressions, shall we? First, there was letting the Mage King kneel; but then, there was also grabbing the King’s head and pulling it deeper in your pussy, I loved that… but that’s also worthy of punishment, don’t you think?”

I laughed, I could read Salif’s mood; he was filled with primal male satisfaction at my orgasm. “Your will, Mage King,” I mumbled.

He watched me laugh. Something darkened in his eyes.  “Come here, sweet Raina, get on top of me, ride me.”

I moved to obey. I positioned myself over his thick, insistent cock, and slowly lowered myself on him, reveling in the feeling of fullness as he filled every inch of me. He groaned. His eyes were closed, his breathing harsh. A purr of satisfaction coursed through me as I reacted to his response; my pleasure in giving him pleasure. The smell of sex was in the air around us, and it was like an aphrodisiac; goading me on, building my lust and longing even higher.

Salif’s hands reached to me as I moved against him, setting a steady rhythm. He had his eyes open now; there was no hiding in this position. His eyes met mine; and there was unshielded need in his eyes. He reached out, cupped my breasts, ran his fingers over my nipples and watched with lust in his eyes as they lengthened in reaction to his touch. He pinched them, watched me as I bit my lips in response. I kept moving against him; heat was rising again in my pussy, and my movements were wilder and wilder, as I let the feelings course through me.

An abrupt movement, and I was thrown on the bed, Salif on top of me, pounding into me.  My hips rose in automatic movement to match his thrusts. He was deep in me… so deep.

“Fifteen years… my Raina…” he said softly, looking into my eyes. “Never again.” And with those words as promise, he came within me, and I came too, as his fingers skillfully found my clitoris and tugged me into orgasm with him.

“Mmm.” I made a noise of utter contentment, as I collapsed into Salif’s arms. Salif pulled me into him tight, kissed my damp forehead.  “May I stay the night?” he asked.

I started laughing. “Salif, you are Mage King. You can do whatever you like.”

He laughed too. “Ah, sweet Raina. You are going to regret those words tomorrow night…” I fell asleep wondering what he had in store for me.

The wedding passed without a hitch. The crowds lined up for hours on the main processional road to watch Salif ride to the Hall where we would be wedded. My dress was fiery red, the traditional colour of celebration. Red to match the red sky of Raan.

Once the ceremony was over, I was whisked away by my handlers to be prepared for presentation to the Mage King. I was bathed, every hair on my body removed. My hair was brushed and perfumed lotion rubbed into my body. My eyes were delicately enhanced with kohl; rouge applied to my cheeks; oil to my lips. Delicate jewels were placed at my wrists, ankles, neck and ears. I was clothed in the softest of red gossamer silk, soft sandals were tied on my feet. Red, to match the red sky of Raan. Red for love.

Finally, I was judged worthy. My lead handler bade me rise. “Come, my queen. Your husband awaits.”

My heart was thudding nervously. “This is ridiculous…” I chided myself. I wasn’t a virginal maiden, about to be presented to a man in the grip of mind-lust. I was a woman who had trained to be a pleasure slave of Argentia, a woman who had slept in the arms of her beloved the previous night. But the ritual of preparation was designed well, and my palms were damp by the time I had reached the door of Salif’s chambers.

“My queen.” The lead handler bowed to me. She knocked on the door, withdrew.

The door opened. Salif stood there, bare chested, eyeing me without expression. “Come,” he said, standing aside, as I walked into his chambers. He shut the door behind him, made a terse hand movement. I could hear the locks click, a spell of silence take effect. I gulped. The spell ensured that any noise I made would not be heard outside these chambers. It was unnecessary; I could cry out for my life, and no one in Argentia would dare disturb the Mage King. But my nerves were at knife’s edge that he’d thought it necessary to use the spell.

He gestured towards a small door off the main entrance room, I obeyed, walking over, entering the room.

Only to stop in shock at the contents of the room I’d walked into. 

Once, I mentioned that my love was two men. Last night, I’d seen the one that was laughing, kind and patient.

Tonight, from the looks of this room, I was going to meet the Mage King of Argentia. The one who was absolute ruler of all he surveyed.

The room was bare; the walls covered from floor to ceiling in mirrors, torch brackets set at intervals, flames blazing. They filled the room with flickering light, light picked up and reflected a million times by the mirrors. At one corner, a cross with leather ties for arms and legs. At another, a flat bed of wood, also with ties so I could be restrained as the Mage King desired. In the center of the room, a steel pole stretched to the ceiling. By the pole, a naked, kneeling girl. Leila.

I looked at her with quick concern. She was my pleasure slave, we were bonded. Her well-being was entrusted to me. But her breathing was even, she was calm.

“Mistress…” she greeted me, her eyes on the floor. In private, we’d dispensed with the formalities of her training, but she would observe the forms in front of the Mage King. Her voice was, as ever, musical. I felt lust rise in me for this beautiful creature, one of the genuine treasures of Argentia.

Salif looked at me, now with a twinkle in his eye. “You do remember the punishment I decided you needed, my Queen? When you used magic against me to bind me to stillness?”

I remembered well. I had almost killed Salif that day.

“My Sorceress Queen. Your magic is sufficient to stop me here. But it would please me immensely if you yield tonight.”

I knelt at my husband’s feet. I met his eyes; I didn’t hide my need from him. I craved both versions of my beloved; the kind patient lover, and the harsh master.

“Mage King. I am yours to command.” My words were fervent. My pussy creamed as I spoke; my body exulting in my submissiveness.

“Rise.” Absolute command in his voice. “Disrobe.”

I complied instantly.

“The rules tonight for both of you.” He addressed Leila and me. “You may not speak. You may only moan.”

I inclined my head in submission to his order; out of the corner of my eye, I could see Leila do the same.

A wave of his hand, and we were pushed together, bodies pressed together, our breasts touching, Leila’s soft lips next to mine. I wanted to reach out and kiss her, to taste that sweetness.  My nipples hardened. I could feel hers do the same.

Another wave of his hand, and ties bound us together, at the ankle, thighs and waist. Our arms were bound together, and then raised in the air, and we were suspended, by the power of Salif’s magic so that we were on tip-toe, struggling to maintain our footing.

I could feel Leila’s breathing quicken slightly, her lips parted. The lust was visible in her eyes, as my body moved against hers, as I fought to steady myself. My pussy was steadily getting wetter, and I hadn’t been touched yet. Except, of course, by the very naked girl tied up against me.

Salif walked over where I could see him. I could see the approval in his eyes at my obedience. He made a gesture with his hand, and a flogger appeared in his hand. I gulped, as I eyed the flogger, and my heart started pounding.

The flogger was red suede. Red, to match the red sky of Raan. Red for love. And now, red for pain.

“I will never hurt you, my love.” Salif spoke in my mind, a caress in his voice. And he raised the flogger, and brought it down on my ass.

I moaned. The stroke had been just hard enough to dance at the edge of pleasure and pain. My trainers would have admired the skill behind this stroke. I swayed away from the flogger, writhing, grinding into Leila’s body.

The strokes continued, falling on me, falling on Leila. We moaned, our voices forming a melody in the flicker of the room. I could see our reflection in the mirrors as we danced, and I couldn’t tell if I was dancing away from Salif, or thrusting my ass out towards him.

The strokes moved higher, now to lash at my upper back, and my breasts were ground into Leila’s. I saw her bite her lips in longing, could see the sheen of sweat on her body. Her breathing was coming in short gasps; I realized mine as well. Salif was building up our arousal with great skill, each stroke causing us to rub against each other; climb higher and higher on the path of arousal.

“Now, my sweet Queen. You will not orgasm without permission.”

I bit my lip to still my whimper of protest. My mind was unshielded; Salif could feel my pout as I fought to comply with this order. I could hear him chuckle as I struggled to obey. My breathing grew short; sweat covered my body. My hands, tied in the air, were clenched; my fingernails biting into my palms.

“Leila.” His voice was amused. “You may come at will.”

Oh, I was going to kill him. That thought was unshielded as well, and as he caught it, Salif threw back his head and laughed.

“Now, now, my sweet Raina, I heard something about you being mine to command, didn’t I?” His voice was chiding, but still amused, the whip swung against my ass again. “You should be thankful I’m not whipping your pussy…”

I held my breath, hoping that was an idle threat. If he whipped my pussy, I would not be able to hold back the orgasm.

The whipping resumed, its strokes taking us higher and higher. I could feel Leila erupt in orgasm, her body trembling against mine as she came. I could smell her in the air, that sweet mix of jasmine and musk that was the distinctive smell of my pleasure slave. My pussy could feel the vibrations of her pussy as it quivered in pleasure. My fingernails ground into my palm, drawing blood, as I struggled to hold back the orgasm that was rising in me, threatening to engulf me.

“My Mage King wills this.” The thought came to me, and I struggled harder to stay the deluge. I would please my king.

Unnoticed by me as I struggled to hold back my orgasm, the whipping had stopped. Salif was watching my struggles, utterly expressionless. The minutes passed; I teetered on the edge of an orgasm, holding it back out of sheer will alone. “I would please my king,” I repeated, the words a mantra in my head.

A hand gesture, and the magic responded. Our bodies were lowered slightly, our legs spread apart, bound to two iron rings on the floor. I bit my lip as the cool air found my pussy.

“Come for me, my queen.” His voice, commanding, his flogger finding my spread open pussy in a sure gesture, and I was exploding in orgasm, stars appearing before me as my awareness narrowed, and nothing remained except for my Mage King, and the body of this girl bound into mine.

I slumped in my bindings, Leila was kissing me softly, her tongue finding mine in a delicate dance as my King watched. I kissed her back, savoring the taste of her sweetness as I recovered from my earth-shattering orgasm.

I could see Salif’s reflection in the mirror as he watched me kiss Leila, a blaze of arousal in his eyes. He let us kiss, watching us with a slight smile as we clung together.

“Enough.” His voice, when he spoke again was mild. He flicked an elegant wrist, and our bindings were loosened.

“Leila, you may rest for the present. I will bathe with my queen now.”

I swallowed. He wasn’t done with us yet.

A gesture, and I led the way in the direction Salif had gestured. I’d never been in his chambers before; he had opted not to use his father’s old chambers, having those razed to the ground. These chambers were newly constructed, no doubt to some very precise specifications.

I entered the bathhouse. Steam rose in swirls from the large pool in the centre of the room; the air was warm.

“Disrobe me.” An order.

I knelt at my husband’s feet, removed the buckle of his pants and helped him step out of his clothing. He took my hand in his, almost the first time he’d touched me that night, led me up the stairs into the water. We sank into the heat together. I moaned, as my muscles complained from being tied up.

My husband was next to me, and his strong hands found my shoulders, and massaged them gently to relieve the stiffness. I sank into his chest, closed my eyes. Right now, this moment of simple contact was what I craved. I turned, kissed him passionately. He was mine.

He kissed me back, his hands in my hair. There was need in both of us; wild, uncaged need. But his control was impeccable. He pushed me away, his eyes glinting. “Not yet, my queen…” he growled. “I’m not yet done with your punishment…”

My body responded to the roughness of his voice. In the water, I could feel my nipples elongate, my pussy moisten.

“Wash me.” This time, not an order. The tone in his voice made it clear; this was very much a request.

“Your will, my king.” My words were soft, submissive. Salif didn’t know how I burned inside, how the urge to please him was consuming me. I reached for the washcloth, ran it over his body softly. First, his hard chest, with its sprinkling of hair. His arms, firmly muscled. His hands that wielded so much control over the flogger. I moved the washcloth lower, avoiding his hard cock for the moment, washing his muscular thighs, his calves and his feet.

“You seek to tease me?” A growl from my king.

In response, I held my breath, dipped my head below the water and bent my mouth onto his erect cock. Salif groaned, his hands tightening on my hair under water. I felt a momentary, instinctive fear that I might not be allowed to breathe, but my fear was unwarranted; his hands eased as I moved my mouth over his rigid cock.

I moved my hand to grasp the base of his cock, and slid my mouth up and down his length. I could hear him groan; his thighs clenched in response to my worship of his hardness. I came up for air, then went down under the water again. The bathhouse was lit in dimmest light, and the warmth of the water and my husband’s length in my mouth were acting as potent aphrodisiacs. I felt unexpectedly powerful, utterly female as I was reduced to just the feel of him, my mind empty of all thought other than to give him pleasure. 

“Come with me…” Muttered words from Salif. He pulled himself out of the bath; towelled himself briefly; towelled me much more lingeringly, till every nerve of my body was screaming in arousal. He dropped the towel on the floor, and made a gesture. I knelt before him in response, took his cock in my mouth, sucking on him, licking him, running my hands up and down his length.

“Raina…” he muttered, his hands in my hair. His eyes were clenched shut, his hands tight in my hair. I could tell he was close to release; I redoubled my efforts; moving my mouth down the full length of his cock, withdrawing, and moving back down again. His cock was hitting the back of my throat; I could hear him groan in response. My pussy gushed at the effect I had on him, his reaction to me.

“Sweet Raina…” he rasped, as he pulled me closer and erupted in orgasm into my throat. I swallowed eagerly, sucking every last bit of his essence, licking him clean.

He bent down, lifted me up. His lips found mine; he kissed me gently, his hunger satiated for the moment. “You please me greatly, my queen...” he murmured into my hair. My heart sang at the love in his voice. We lingered in each other’s arms, reluctant to break the moment. Finally, after a few minutes of silence, Salif drew back, kissing me briefly once more.

“Not done yet, my love.” He looked amused. “Let’s go find Leila, shall we?”

My pussy was wet with need; I gazed at Salif with hunger and longing in my eyes. His eyes softened. “Soon, my sweetness. Soon, it’ll just be you and me.”