"2569-16" - 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 Sixteen "I'm scared," I said, lifting the lamp as my Prince opened the lock. His long saber propped against the wall ready to hand. The fact that he'd brought the weapon left no doubts in my mind that he himself did not believe that the sound I'd heard was rats or any sort of small animal that might inhabit the Royal Palace! "It'd be better if we weren't chained together, but you can carry the lamp," he answered, opening the portal, picking up his sword and stepping into the dusty passageway beyond. The stone of the exterior wall of the palace cold and damp, the stones be- neath my naked feet uncomfortably cold as I stood alongside him. "There are `tracks'," he spoke as I lifted the lamp up. "I will send my guardswomen to investigate," I said. "I am of the Warriors," he said to me. I nodded. "We will need clothing," I pointed out to him. "The `tracks' are fresh," he said to me then. "You look `different' now," my Prince said to me. I sup- posed that I did. He'd never seen me before in helmet and armor. La-ra had gotten the "key", freed us from the wedding shackles. I had made the decision not to bring my guardswomen with me now. "I'm not `Lorraine', but I think you'll find me adequate," I answered, slipping the blade I now carried back into its sheath. A wife of Dularn stands with her husband in battle. That is a part of our customs that date back to before Queen Denise ruled our land. Back to a time when men and women stood together, back to back, against their foes, both "human" and that which is not. "We have no idea of `what' we will find," Paul pointed out. "I wear your neckchain," I said, keeping secret what "else" he'd "done" to me as La-ra stood there "listening" to every word. "It is said among my people that a woman of Dularn learns to fight before she learns to love," he smiled back, seeing me nod. "We are `measured' by the strength of our enemies," I said. Our history is one of almost constant warfare, both against those who sought to conquer our lovely wooded island, and in the serv- ice of Queens who sought to extend our "culture" to other lands. "`It' must have survived here by stealing food," my Prince said, lifting his lamp, his saber gleaming now in his right hand. As the Royal Palace covers several acres of land, and has four stories above ground, (the upper floor is used for storage) as well as pits beneath it that few ever "visit", it was quite pos- sible that some sort of "creature" might survive for years inside it by stealing food and using the secret passageways we were in. "The footprints are not those of a human foot," I replied, well aware that Earth now bore other forms of life than "human". Such creatures are "rare", but they do exist. Lorraine relates meeting up with one there in the forests of Trelandar at one time when held captive by Princess Tara. A being more "reptile" than man. It is "said" that the ruins of Los Angeles are inhabited by them, the Queen of Trelandar stating that she has seen some sort of "creatures" that walk on two legs living in the ruins of that once great city when she flew over the ruins in her airplane. It being impossible even for her to get any one to enter the ruins except for a few of the caste of Scribes, who have just explored the outlying portions, few being willing to enter yet further in. The Peasants who live near the ruins claim that "creatures" from the ruins steal children and eat them. I tend to doubt this al- though it is possible judging from the "nature" of these things and the "experiences" of Darlanis there in mountains near Leith. "It is doubtlessly `mu', not `hu'," my husband answered me in a low whisper as we crept carefully down the passageway now. There was a sense of being "enclosed", a total darkness there be- yond the glow of our two lamps. These passageways were, I be- lieve now from what I have learned, something that only Darl and his "pet" ever knew much about since the times of Queens now only "names" in a musty history book. Women whose cold ashes lie in urns there below this very palace where centuries ago they ruled. "Such can be killed by cold steel," I answered him back, my blade gleaming there in my right hand as I followed close behind. I was using my "sense", trying to detect something, but all right then I could feel was a sort of "unclean" feeling about this now. This was a creature of flesh and blood, something "killable"... "I am glad my wife is `Dularnian'," he laughed softly back. "We are `good' for `more' than `warming beds'," I smiled. "I can smell an odor," he said, halting then, sniffing the air. He was a man who lived close to nature, not in a city like me. His senses were doubtlessly somewhat "keener" than my own. "We know it is not an `animal'," I "whispered" in reply. I glanced behind myself as I did from time to time, well aware that such creatures as the one we "hunted" were intelligent in a way. THE GLOWING GREEN SPOTS THAT GREETED ME LEAVING NO DOUBTS EITHER! "It's Here!" I gasped, spinning about, my sword held out in front of me. I could hear the creature shuffling off, fleeing me now as I pursued it, my Wyoming Prince just behind as we dashed through these dusty "passageways" between the walls of my palace! Our lamps lighting only the "stones" of the walls surrounding us! "Hold it, Maris!" he snapped, suddenly grabbing me, stopping me as we pursued the "thing" through these hidden passageways no human foot had trod since the death of my late husband Darl Jord! "We could catch it!" I protested angrily, the thing now once again "gone". That it could see in the dark was obvious now too! There are a number of creatures that can, such as the Lorr, who see in the infrared according to what Lorraine has related now... "`It' knows these passageways, we don't, and how do we know that somewhere up ahead there isn't a trap door or something else?" he challenged me. Running after it could well be fatal!! Queen Denise had been a woman who would have thought of "things" like that. Of building a trap door over a bed of sharp spikes! "We will need dogs, the Royal Guard," I answered back. "Interesting," Lorraine spoke, looking about the "room" we'd found. The "creature", a mutant of some sort, owl eyed, white of skin like something that had never "seen" the sun, having been killed by my guardswomen when they finally cornered the "thing"! "Those symbols?" I spoke, my husband's arm around my waist. "Date back to a time far beyond my own," she answered me. "That may `explain' certain matters," Darlanis ventured. "A `problem' that we had," the First Priestess spoke then. "Like something out of a `horror movie'," Sharon then said. "I want the entire palace searched, everything, from the roof to the lowest pits," I spoke, the lieutenant of the guards- women "nodding", her eyes beneath her helmet then meeting my own. "The women in groups of three," I added then, seeing her nodding. "Do you ever sleep?" my husband smiled, the sun now shining brightly in the sky there to the east over the lands that were a part of the Dularnian Republic, and further to the east those where his own people now ruled the forests and the great plains. "I fear we didn't get to spend as much `time' together as we hoped," I smiled, stripping off my clothing, tired, exhausted now from everything that had happened. I didn't think I'd have to worry now about any more things that went "bump" in the night... "I'd disagree with that," he smiled, taking me in his arms. "I'm glad that my wife's `Dularnian' instead of another `race'."* * The term "race" being used in the sense of "nationality". (JB) ***************************************************************** "You are a woman of many `talents'," Prince Paul Blue Sky said to me as the stars twinkled there in the sky visible through the windows. The day once again gone, with night again "ours". We had slept the day through, waking only for a quick snack be- fore once again falling asleep again in each other's arms. La-ra had said that our Imperial "visitors" were gone and that my Royal Guard had found nothing of importance in their search of the pal- ace. Apparently Tais had brought a number of Priestesses with her and they had transported the contents of the secret "room" we had found to the great Temple of Lys here in Arsana. I supposed the Priestesses would study what they found, then destroy it all. "In bed or on the battlefield," I smiled back at him then, the room "lit" only by the flicking flames of the fireplace. He had been tracing little patterns around my breasts, teasing my nipples a bit, making them stiffen and grow hard. I tend to car- ry my weight mostly below my waist, my upper body much the "same" as it was years ago when I first became the Princess of Dularn by marrying Darl Jord. My father had warned me about him, but I was "ambitious", and the thought of someday being "Queen" drove away any thought of what might be in store for me as Darl Jord's wife! "I understand that you are a very capable sea officer," he smiled, looking down into my eyes as I laid there beside him now. "We could take the North Star to Sana," I suggested, lifting my arms to him, half turning so that I might offer him my body... "Your `responses' are not those that one would expect of a Queen," he said to me as we laid together both damp and sweaty. He had "ridden" me quite well, my knees well drawn up, and had released his cum deep within the oozing wet tissues of my vagina. "You believe that a Queen should be `cool' and `reserved'?" I smiled, kissing him then, my flirting tongue quick to "tease" his. I had not been "cool" and "reserved" nor had I been very "ladylike" either then. I had arched, clung, and even cried out a bit as the double orgasms had rippled through my quaking loins! "It is possible that Emily and Kathi will have to seek else- where for their `pleasures'," he said, reaching down, touching... "I fear there will be nothing `left' for them," I teased. "Perhaps you did not `need' the `Golden Needle'," he said. "I trust you plan to `finish' what you have begun," I said. "I fear you are not a woman to whom `once' is `enough'," he said, inserting his fingers into the "place" I wished them to be. 2569 A.D.! THE DULARNIAN QUEEN AN ADVENTURE IN THE SECOND DARK AGE OF MAN By Jerome B. Bigge Chapter Sixteen "I'm scared," I said, lifting the lamp as my Prince opened the lock. His long saber propped against the wall ready to hand. The fact that he'd brought the weapon left no doubts in my mind that he himself did not believe that the sound I'd heard was rats or any sort of small animal that might inhabit the Royal Palace! "It'd be better if we weren't chained together, but you can carry the lamp," he answered, opening the portal, picking up his sword and stepping into the dusty passageway beyond. The stone of the exterior wall of the palace cold and damp, the stones be- neath my naked feet uncomfortably cold as I stood alongside him. "There are `tracks'," he spoke as I lifted the lamp up. "I will send my guardswomen to investigate," I said. "I am of the Warriors," he said to me. I nodded. "We will need clothing," I pointed out to him. "The `tracks' are fresh," he said to me then. "You look `different' now," my Prince said to me. I sup- posed that I did. He'd never seen me before in helmet and armor. La-ra had gotten the "key", freed us from the wedding shackles. I had made the decision not to bring my guardswomen with me now. "I'm not `Lorraine', but I think you'll find me adequate," I answered, slipping the blade I now carried back into its sheath. A wife of Dularn stands with her husband in battle. That is a part of our customs that date back to before Queen Denise ruled our land. Back to a time when men and women stood together, back to back, against their foes, both "human" and that which is not. "We have no idea of `what' we will find," Paul pointed out. "I wear your neckchain," I said, keeping secret what "else" he'd "done" to me as La-ra stood there "listening" to every word. "It is said among my people that a woman of Dularn learns to fight before she learns to love," he smiled back, seeing me nod. "We are `measured' by the strength of our enemies," I said. Our history is one of almost constant warfare, both against those who sought to conquer our lovely wooded island, and in the serv- ice of Queens who sought to extend our "culture" to other lands. "`It' must have survived here by stealing food," my Prince said, lifting his lamp, his saber gleaming now in his right hand. As the Royal Palace covers several acres of land, and has four stories above ground, (the upper floor is used for storage) as well as pits beneath it that few ever "visit", it was quite pos- sible that some sort of "creature" might survive for years inside it by stealing food and using the secret passageways we were in. "The footprints are not those of a human foot," I replied, well aware that Earth now bore other forms of life than "human". Such creatures are "rare", but they do exist. Lorraine relates meeting up with one there in the forests of Trelandar at one time when held captive by Princess Tara. A being more "reptile" than man. It is "said" that the ruins of Los Angeles are inhabited by them, the Queen of Trelandar stating that she has seen some sort of "creatures" that walk on two legs living in the ruins of that once great city when she flew over the ruins in her airplane. It being impossible even for her to get any one to enter the ruins except for a few of the caste of Scribes, who have just explored the outlying portions, few being willing to enter yet further in. The Peasants who live near the ruins claim that "creatures" from the ruins steal children and eat them. I tend to doubt this al- though it is possible judging from the "nature" of these things and the "experiences" of Darlanis there in mountains near Leith. "It is doubtlessly `mu', not `hu'," my husband answered me in a low whisper as we crept carefully down the passageway now. There was a sense of being "enclosed", a total darkness there be- yond the glow of our two lamps. These passageways were, I be- lieve now from what I have learned, something that only Darl and his "pet" ever knew much about since the times of Queens now only "names" in a musty history book. Women whose cold ashes lie in urns there below this very palace where centuries ago they ruled. "Such can be killed by cold steel," I answered him back, my blade gleaming there in my right hand as I followed close behind. I was using my "sense", trying to detect something, but all right then I could feel was a sort of "unclean" feeling about this now. This was a creature of flesh and blood, something "killable"... "I am glad my wife is `Dularnian'," he laughed softly back. "We are `good' for `more' than `warming beds'," I smiled. "I can smell an odor," he said, halting then, sniffing the air. He was a man who lived close to nature, not in a city like me. His senses were doubtlessly somewhat "keener" than my own. "We know it is not an `animal'," I "whispered" in reply. I glanced behind myself as I did from time to time, well aware that such creatures as the one we "hunted" were intelligent in a way. THE GLOWING GREEN SPOTS THAT GREETED ME LEAVING NO DOUBTS EITHER! "It's Here!" I gasped, spinning about, my sword held out in front of me. I could hear the creature shuffling off, fleeing me now as I pursued it, my Wyoming Prince just behind as we dashed through these dusty "passageways" between the walls of my palace! Our lamps lighting only the "stones" of the walls surrounding us! "Hold it, Maris!" he snapped, suddenly grabbing me, stopping me as we pursued the "thing" through these hidden passageways no human foot had trod since the death of my late husband Darl Jord! "We could catch it!" I protested angrily, the thing now once again "gone". That it could see in the dark was obvious now too! There are a number of creatures that can, such as the Lorr, who see in the infrared according to what Lorraine has related now... "`It' knows these passageways, we don't, and how do we know that somewhere up ahead there isn't a trap door or something else?" he challenged me. Running after it could well be fatal!! Queen Denise had been a woman who would have thought of "things" like that. Of building a trap door over a bed of sharp spikes! "We will need dogs, the Royal Guard," I answered back. "Interesting," Lorraine spoke, looking about the "room" we'd found. The "creature", a mutant of some sort, owl eyed, white of skin like something that had never "seen" the sun, having been killed by my guardswomen when they finally cornered the "thing"! "Those symbols?" I spoke, my husband's arm around my waist. "Date back to a time far beyond my own," she answered me. "That may `explain' certain matters," Darlanis ventured. "A `problem' that we had," the First Priestess spoke then. "Like something out of a `horror movie'," Sharon then said. "I want the entire palace searched, everything, from the roof to the lowest pits," I spoke, the lieutenant of the guards- women "nodding", her eyes beneath her helmet then meeting my own. "The women in groups of three," I added then, seeing her nodding. "Do you ever sleep?" my husband smiled, the sun now shining brightly in the sky there to the east over the lands that were a part of the Dularnian Republic, and further to the east those where his own people now ruled the forests and the great plains. "I fear we didn't get to spend as much `time' together as we hoped," I smiled, stripping off my clothing, tired, exhausted now from everything that had happened. I didn't think I'd have to worry now about any more things that went "bump" in the night... "I'd disagree with that," he smiled, taking me in his arms. "I'm glad that my wife's `Dularnian' instead of another `race'."* * The term "race" being used in the sense of "nationality". (JB) ***************************************************************** "You are a woman of many `talents'," Prince Paul Blue Sky said to me as the stars twinkled there in the sky visible through the windows. The day once again gone, with night again "ours". We had slept the day through, waking only for a quick snack be- fore once again falling asleep again in each other's arms. La-ra had said that our Imperial "visitors" were gone and that my Royal Guard had found nothing of importance in their search of the pal- ace. Apparently Tais had brought a number of Priestesses with her and they had transported the contents of the secret "room" we had found to the great Temple of Lys here in Arsana. I supposed the Priestesses would study what they found, then destroy it all. "In bed or on the battlefield," I smiled back at him then, the room "lit" only by the flicking flames of the fireplace. He had been tracing little patterns around my breasts, teasing my nipples a bit, making them stiffen and grow hard. I tend to car- ry my weight mostly below my waist, my upper body much the "same" as it was years ago when I first became the Princess of Dularn by marrying Darl Jord. My father had warned me about him, but I was "ambitious", and the thought of someday being "Queen" drove away any thought of what might be in store for me as Darl Jord's wife! "I understand that you are a very capable sea officer," he smiled, looking down into my eyes as I laid there beside him now. "We could take the North Star to Sana," I suggested, lifting my arms to him, half turning so that I might offer him my body... "Your `responses' are not those that one would expect of a Queen," he said to me as we laid together both damp and sweaty. He had "ridden" me quite well, my knees well drawn up, and had released his cum deep within the oozing wet tissues of my vagina. "You believe that a Queen should be `cool' and `reserved'?" I smiled, kissing him then, my flirting tongue quick to "tease" his. I had not been "cool" and "reserved" nor had I been very "ladylike" either then. I had arched, clung, and even cried out a bit as the double orgasms had rippled through my quaking loins! "It is possible that Emily and Kathi will have to seek else- where for their `pleasures'," he said, reaching down, touching... "I fear there will be nothing `left' for them," I teased. "Perhaps you did not `need' the `Golden Needle'," he said. "I trust you plan to `finish' what you have begun," I said. "I fear you are not a woman to whom `once' is `enough'," he said, inserting his fingers into the "place" I wished them to be. |
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