"2569-14" - читать интересную книгу автора (Jerome Bigge - Warlady 7 - The Dularnian Queen)2569 A.D.! THE DULARNIAN QUEEN AN ADVENTURE IN THE SECOND DARK AGE OF MAN By Jerome B. Bigge Chapter Fourteen I went to my bedroom door, slammed the bar home in its keep- er, well aware of "what" would be said if this was ever "seen"!!! I had heard about the time that Darlanis had caught the Prince of Talon "pleasuring" my younger sister Gayle in just this way too! Oral sex is more "common" among Dularnians than those of the more southern nations, although I feel this is more "cultural" than anything else here. It is true, however, that the Dularnian wom- an, as a general rule, does take better "care" of herself than do the women of other nations from what I've heard rumored about it! Even the Dularnian woman of the lower castes usually "shaving"... "You `move' beautifully," he said, kneeling there on the carpet, watching my every movement. I then picked up the bottle of whiskey there on the table nearby and took a drink, felt it "burn" my throat, my green eyes burning "hot" into his. I didn't feel very much like a "Queen" just then. I felt "desire", a hot burning "lust" that I knew would force me to "submit" to it! The fact that such a MAN might kneel before me leaving no doubts. His leather shirt and breeches well displaying his manly body. I could hear the "snap" and crackle of the fireplace there at the side of the room, the scent of burning pine logs pleasant to me. "You may `taste' of the Queen of Dularn," I said, struggling to pull my gown up over my wide hips as I stood there before him. Standing there with nothing below my hips but the shoes I wore, a pair of open toed golden strapped affairs with three inch heels. My gown of a regal blue fine silk that "outlined" everything too, the "weight" that I now carry being mostly on my hips and thighs. "`This' we don't need," my Wyoming Prince said, tearing the wisp of colored silk from me, exposing the now "moist" shaved flesh of me as I stood there with my gown lifted up over my hips. I felt his hands clasping my buttocks, those full meaty mounds of mine, and draw me to him! "My `Golden One'," he breathed, press- ing his lips to me. Pressing them to the very center of my wom- anhood! The rich thick oils of my own "desire" now oozing forth! "`Yes'," I breathed out, feeling the touch of his lips, his raspy tongue as he lapped. I knew there was no "hope" for me now to ever turn back now from what laid ahead! I staggered back, my hands now clasping his head to me, Paul in turn "clinging" to me, licking away at my clitoris as I moaned with pleasure. I fell back then across my bed, my tiara flying off behind me, my thighs clasping his head as he now went to "work" on me in a way that none but him had ever "done" to me before! "I'm yours!" I breathed, now twisting helplessly with the "pleasure", the pent up "need" of such as this! "I'm yours forever!" I cried out now! "There will be a `tell tale' odor," I said, wringing out the washcloth and holding it ready while he took a drink out of the bottle of whiskey. The last contractions of my orgasm now dying away. The leather strap tight against me, put on by his hands... The "symbolism" of that leaving no doubts as to our relationship! When a man puts on a woman's strap, there is no doubt she is his! "I don't think you'll need a `Golden Needle'," he smiled in reply. My orgasm had been swift, only a matter of a few minutes. It had been a long time since any man had "touched" me like that! "You would not `cheat' me of what is properly `mine', would you now?" I teased, washing his face for him. I wanted to be as "good" as I could be. As good as Carol Simmons had been for Bob. She had taught me much of what a woman could be for her husband. "I see Tais," my Prince said to me as we entered the great ballroom. We were a bit "late", but I supposed it didn't matter. "I will `speak' to her," I said, looking up into his eyes. "We both have beautiful `companions'," Prince Serak said, my Prince nodding in reply. Darlanis giving me a big "grin" as she stood there, still not completely "sober" after everything we'd been through. Her mouth was a bit "swollen", leaving no doubts that Serak had fully "enjoyed" his Imperial Empress as such a woman at times should be so "enjoyed". I suspected that my hasty make up job wasn't quite "perfect", not what it should have been! "Maris has `agreed' to marry me," my Prince smiled back, the grin on Darlanis' face something to see just then as she nodded!! I saw no reason to "wait" here, to play around pretending what we both knew was "true" might not actually be. "And hopefully some day our own daughter will be the next Queen of Dularn after her." Paul having agreed to "adopt" Hope Simmons as being our daughter. "Don't let him have too many slave girls," Darlanis giggled at me. I suspected she wasn't quite as "sober" as she looked... "You have to keep women like `these' well in hand," Serak said, giving Darlanis a quick slap on her silk covered rear end! The big blonde giggling a bit, her eyes glowing hot into his now! "Warm their bottoms, warm their hearts," my Prince smiled. "She'll be `better' after her first spanking," Serak said. "`Built' for it too," Darlanis observed, giving me a smile! "I like a woman with `meat' on her bones," my Prince smiled. "They do `ride' better," the Prince of the Nevadas grinned! "Everyone got pretty `upset' about a `ghost' in here," Prince Paul Blue Sky said to me as we danced a short time later. I had not told anyone the full story of what we'd "seen" there in the pits below the palace. Neither had Darlanis, while Tais no doubt had her "reasons" here to keep silent about the matter now. I hoped this would be the "end" of it, that there wouldn't be any more nightmares to make me wake up screaming in terror at them... "There was `more' than just a ghost here," I answered back, recalling "what" we'd found there in the pits beneath the palace. "I've heard of such things, but I never believed them," he said to me. I had felt the same way before meeting up with Darl Jord's ghost. That such stories were just tales to impress igno- rant Peasants and such. I've always known that the Priestesses of Lys had some sort of power, but I never gave it much thought. "I saw `things', but I didn't `see' them with my eyes," I answered, my mouth close to his ear so I'd not be overheard here. "There was a thunderstorm like none I've ever seen before," Paul answered. I suppose that there was. It had taken a great amount of psychic force to close the "barrier" that separates our own plane of existence from that of the astral world. And then to close the astral world's barrier against that of the domain of the EVIL ONE. The plane of existence called "HELL" for dozens of centuries. Man has had many names for the EVIL ONE, but I think our instinctive "hatred" of spiders is proof that what I "saw" there beneath my own palace here in Arsana was indeed the DEVIL!* * Why do we have an instinctive fear of spiders? Why are spiders the favorite "horror monster" of low budget SF type movies? What is it about the "spider" that makes this insect so "feared"? I suggest here that perhaps the true form of the DEVIL appears as a sort of a gigantic spider, not as a being with horns and a tail? And while a few spiders are poisonous, most are not, so why are people so terrified of spiders? I welcome your comments. (J.B.) "When we are alone, if you hold me tight, I will tell you," I promised. I could trust him not to laugh at my story, as unbe- lievable as it would sound to one who had not "lived" it then... "I think, my `Golden One', that you do not lack for courage," he answered, giving me a quick kiss as he held me now. "It is Darlanis and Tais who did not `lack' for courage," I answered, remembering all too well how I had felt about it then! The "terror", not of death, but of being "taken" from this world to one of nightmares, one where the EVIL ONE himself now "ruled"! Where Darl Jord himself had been sent after his judgment by LYS! "The `essence' of courage is not the lack of fear, but the `conquering' of it," he smiled back as we danced together in time with the music. The bright lights, the gaily dressed women, the men in their formal attire, all so "different" from what I'd gone through there in the dark pits beneath this great palace of mine! "There is an announcement I wish to make," Tais spoke as she stood there, her white gown, the golden ankh set with precious jewels leaving no "doubt" as to "who" she was. Lorraine had said to me that she was the true "ruler" of the world, that we Queens and Empresses ruled by her "leave". I supposed that it was true. She did possess "powers", weapons now unknown to mortal Man, such weapons and powers having served today to drive the EVIL ONE and his minions, including the ghost of Darl Jord, back to "HELL"... "You could have waited, had a `fancy' wedding," Paul said. I nodded, smiled back. Such things meant "little" to me anymore. We held hands as we stood there, knowing "what" was to come now! "The Queen of Dularn has informed me that she wishes to mar- ry the Prince of the Wyomings here tonight before all of you," the First Priestess spoke then, her words bringing a swift "buzz" as everyone exclaimed their utter "surprise" at this sudden news! "What has now been joined together in the eyes of Lys let no man or woman put `asunder'," Tais said in a clear voice, snapping the lovely golden shackles on us so that Paul's left wrist was joined to my right in the historic marriage customs of Dularn... He then kissed me before everyone, and gave me a slap on the ass! It being the custom among the Wyomings to "spank" the new bride. The "symbolism" of this leaving no "doubts" as to her "status"!!! 2569 A.D.! THE DULARNIAN QUEEN AN ADVENTURE IN THE SECOND DARK AGE OF MAN By Jerome B. Bigge Chapter Fourteen I went to my bedroom door, slammed the bar home in its keep- er, well aware of "what" would be said if this was ever "seen"!!! I had heard about the time that Darlanis had caught the Prince of Talon "pleasuring" my younger sister Gayle in just this way too! Oral sex is more "common" among Dularnians than those of the more southern nations, although I feel this is more "cultural" than anything else here. It is true, however, that the Dularnian wom- an, as a general rule, does take better "care" of herself than do the women of other nations from what I've heard rumored about it! Even the Dularnian woman of the lower castes usually "shaving"... "You `move' beautifully," he said, kneeling there on the carpet, watching my every movement. I then picked up the bottle of whiskey there on the table nearby and took a drink, felt it "burn" my throat, my green eyes burning "hot" into his. I didn't feel very much like a "Queen" just then. I felt "desire", a hot burning "lust" that I knew would force me to "submit" to it! The fact that such a MAN might kneel before me leaving no doubts. His leather shirt and breeches well displaying his manly body. I could hear the "snap" and crackle of the fireplace there at the side of the room, the scent of burning pine logs pleasant to me. "You may `taste' of the Queen of Dularn," I said, struggling to pull my gown up over my wide hips as I stood there before him. Standing there with nothing below my hips but the shoes I wore, a pair of open toed golden strapped affairs with three inch heels. My gown of a regal blue fine silk that "outlined" everything too, the "weight" that I now carry being mostly on my hips and thighs. "`This' we don't need," my Wyoming Prince said, tearing the wisp of colored silk from me, exposing the now "moist" shaved flesh of me as I stood there with my gown lifted up over my hips. I felt his hands clasping my buttocks, those full meaty mounds of mine, and draw me to him! "My `Golden One'," he breathed, press- ing his lips to me. Pressing them to the very center of my wom- anhood! The rich thick oils of my own "desire" now oozing forth! "`Yes'," I breathed out, feeling the touch of his lips, his raspy tongue as he lapped. I knew there was no "hope" for me now to ever turn back now from what laid ahead! I staggered back, my hands now clasping his head to me, Paul in turn "clinging" to me, licking away at my clitoris as I moaned with pleasure. I fell back then across my bed, my tiara flying off behind me, my thighs clasping his head as he now went to "work" on me in a way that none but him had ever "done" to me before! "I'm yours!" I breathed, now twisting helplessly with the "pleasure", the pent up "need" of such as this! "I'm yours forever!" I cried out now! "There will be a `tell tale' odor," I said, wringing out the washcloth and holding it ready while he took a drink out of the bottle of whiskey. The last contractions of my orgasm now dying away. The leather strap tight against me, put on by his hands... The "symbolism" of that leaving no doubts as to our relationship! When a man puts on a woman's strap, there is no doubt she is his! "I don't think you'll need a `Golden Needle'," he smiled in reply. My orgasm had been swift, only a matter of a few minutes. It had been a long time since any man had "touched" me like that! "You would not `cheat' me of what is properly `mine', would you now?" I teased, washing his face for him. I wanted to be as "good" as I could be. As good as Carol Simmons had been for Bob. She had taught me much of what a woman could be for her husband. "I see Tais," my Prince said to me as we entered the great ballroom. We were a bit "late", but I supposed it didn't matter. "I will `speak' to her," I said, looking up into his eyes. "We both have beautiful `companions'," Prince Serak said, my Prince nodding in reply. Darlanis giving me a big "grin" as she stood there, still not completely "sober" after everything we'd been through. Her mouth was a bit "swollen", leaving no doubts that Serak had fully "enjoyed" his Imperial Empress as such a woman at times should be so "enjoyed". I suspected that my hasty make up job wasn't quite "perfect", not what it should have been! "Maris has `agreed' to marry me," my Prince smiled back, the grin on Darlanis' face something to see just then as she nodded!! I saw no reason to "wait" here, to play around pretending what we both knew was "true" might not actually be. "And hopefully some day our own daughter will be the next Queen of Dularn after her." Paul having agreed to "adopt" Hope Simmons as being our daughter. "Don't let him have too many slave girls," Darlanis giggled at me. I suspected she wasn't quite as "sober" as she looked... "You have to keep women like `these' well in hand," Serak said, giving Darlanis a quick slap on her silk covered rear end! The big blonde giggling a bit, her eyes glowing hot into his now! "Warm their bottoms, warm their hearts," my Prince smiled. "She'll be `better' after her first spanking," Serak said. "`Built' for it too," Darlanis observed, giving me a smile! "I like a woman with `meat' on her bones," my Prince smiled. "They do `ride' better," the Prince of the Nevadas grinned! "Everyone got pretty `upset' about a `ghost' in here," Prince Paul Blue Sky said to me as we danced a short time later. I had not told anyone the full story of what we'd "seen" there in the pits below the palace. Neither had Darlanis, while Tais no doubt had her "reasons" here to keep silent about the matter now. I hoped this would be the "end" of it, that there wouldn't be any more nightmares to make me wake up screaming in terror at them... "There was `more' than just a ghost here," I answered back, recalling "what" we'd found there in the pits beneath the palace. "I've heard of such things, but I never believed them," he said to me. I had felt the same way before meeting up with Darl Jord's ghost. That such stories were just tales to impress igno- rant Peasants and such. I've always known that the Priestesses of Lys had some sort of power, but I never gave it much thought. "I saw `things', but I didn't `see' them with my eyes," I answered, my mouth close to his ear so I'd not be overheard here. "There was a thunderstorm like none I've ever seen before," Paul answered. I suppose that there was. It had taken a great amount of psychic force to close the "barrier" that separates our own plane of existence from that of the astral world. And then to close the astral world's barrier against that of the domain of the EVIL ONE. The plane of existence called "HELL" for dozens of centuries. Man has had many names for the EVIL ONE, but I think our instinctive "hatred" of spiders is proof that what I "saw" there beneath my own palace here in Arsana was indeed the DEVIL!* * Why do we have an instinctive fear of spiders? Why are spiders the favorite "horror monster" of low budget SF type movies? What is it about the "spider" that makes this insect so "feared"? I suggest here that perhaps the true form of the DEVIL appears as a sort of a gigantic spider, not as a being with horns and a tail? And while a few spiders are poisonous, most are not, so why are people so terrified of spiders? I welcome your comments. (J.B.) "When we are alone, if you hold me tight, I will tell you," I promised. I could trust him not to laugh at my story, as unbe- lievable as it would sound to one who had not "lived" it then... "I think, my `Golden One', that you do not lack for courage," he answered, giving me a quick kiss as he held me now. "It is Darlanis and Tais who did not `lack' for courage," I answered, remembering all too well how I had felt about it then! The "terror", not of death, but of being "taken" from this world to one of nightmares, one where the EVIL ONE himself now "ruled"! Where Darl Jord himself had been sent after his judgment by LYS! "The `essence' of courage is not the lack of fear, but the `conquering' of it," he smiled back as we danced together in time with the music. The bright lights, the gaily dressed women, the men in their formal attire, all so "different" from what I'd gone through there in the dark pits beneath this great palace of mine! "There is an announcement I wish to make," Tais spoke as she stood there, her white gown, the golden ankh set with precious jewels leaving no "doubt" as to "who" she was. Lorraine had said to me that she was the true "ruler" of the world, that we Queens and Empresses ruled by her "leave". I supposed that it was true. She did possess "powers", weapons now unknown to mortal Man, such weapons and powers having served today to drive the EVIL ONE and his minions, including the ghost of Darl Jord, back to "HELL"... "You could have waited, had a `fancy' wedding," Paul said. I nodded, smiled back. Such things meant "little" to me anymore. We held hands as we stood there, knowing "what" was to come now! "The Queen of Dularn has informed me that she wishes to mar- ry the Prince of the Wyomings here tonight before all of you," the First Priestess spoke then, her words bringing a swift "buzz" as everyone exclaimed their utter "surprise" at this sudden news! "What has now been joined together in the eyes of Lys let no man or woman put `asunder'," Tais said in a clear voice, snapping the lovely golden shackles on us so that Paul's left wrist was joined to my right in the historic marriage customs of Dularn... He then kissed me before everyone, and gave me a slap on the ass! It being the custom among the Wyomings to "spank" the new bride. The "symbolism" of this leaving no "doubts" as to her "status"!!! |
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