"Daria, the Warrior Queen" (closed to current writers)

[SandS13]

Meara frowned and looked at Gwent. "I can't be a queen, she said it. Women don't marry women. To be a queen I would have to marry into the title."

The very idea made Meara's head swim. She put her face in her hands. She took a few deep breaths. Her hands were filthy and dirt was now smeared on her face. It only compounded the dirt that was already there.

"What if we go back and learn from the queen exactly what she means? Surely we are misunderstanding this. Let's go back and then we can marry?" Meara was looking at Gwent. "Unless you don't want to go back with me. I would understand." Meara had decided it was a misunderstanding, she was not something or someone the queen wanted anything to do with. She was a peasant girl, a decent slave at best.

 

[PennySaver]

Gwent's very sincere proclamation that he wanted to marry Meara caught Lauren's attention. She was no idiot; she'd expected some sort of sexual relationship between the two, though, to be honest, she'd expected to find out that Gwent was forcing himself upon the reluctant village girl in exchange for protecting in this dangerous world. It had never dawned on Lauren that love or marriage might be in the works.

"I can't be a queen, she said it," Meara responded, adding, "Women don't marry women. To be a queen I would have to marry into the title."

"The title of Queen belongs to Daria," Lauren pointed out, feeling it should have been unnecessary to remind them of that. Then she added what also seemed obvious to her, "And if Queen Daria wants to marry you … a girl … a peasant girl who once was her bed slave … then I would imagine that Queen Daria can order such a thing performed."

Gwent didn't like what he was hearing, as he wanted to be the one married to Meara. But at the same time, two other thoughts were running through his mind: the first was that he was just a lowly soldier -- okay, a Queen's Bodyguard, but still -- and if Daria wanted Meara for herself, the Queen would get her for herself, which didn't bode well for his future as a walking, talking human being; and second, how could he deny Meara such a future if, in fact, this was a legitimate offer, a life that had begun in poverty and then slavery but would lead to wealth and power, comfort and fame?

"Can you give us a moment?" Gwent asked Lauren, nodding his head toward the inn's door. She stood but then only moved to the other side of the tavern to stand at the bar and gesture for another ale. He looked to Meara for a moment, then -- with a serious and sincere tone -- told her, "You must go back to Daria."

He studied her reaction, then explained, "You are a good person, Meara. You have a good heart. The boy you took in, Henry...? You cared for him when on one else did. You found him a warm, dry place to sleep. You found him an officer to whom he could Squire. He will grow up to be a strong, confident man … rather than die a young death in some mining pit or ore mill because you helped him.

"Think of what you could do for Daria's realm," he continued. "The Queen … she is bent on conquering the whole of the continent. Those tattoos … they are just the beginning. They represent the Houses that wronged her, and they deserve to be torn down. But … it won't be the end of the wars … and in every land into which Daria leads the Black Army, there is death and destruction of a scale this continent has never experienced before.

"You can help with that. You can be a calming force on Daria. She tried to prevent war … she offers peaceful subordination … but she is too quick to send in the death and destruction. You … can save thousands of lives. Daria will listen to you."

He finished having spoken about how Meara could affect the landscape, but he intentionally avoided a very specific issue that affected him as well: Meara's personal relationship with Daria. If she went back to the Queen … she couldn't be with Gwent.

 

[SandS13]

"But what about you?" Meara she took Gwent's hand. She placed it on her cheek. "You talk as if I could be some advisor, some guiding conscious to her. I don't understand. I am just a girl that the army took as a captive."

Her eyes were sad. She didn't ask how Gwent knew about the tattoos. "I am scared. She only knew me days...what if she tires of my presence. Vallaana said she has had many slaves"

It was clear that Meara was overwhelmed and fear was the top most emotion at the present. Fear of Daria, fear of the men, fear of punishment, fear of losing Gwent and a chance at a normal life.

 

[PennySaver]

"But what about you?" Meara asked, grasping Gwent's hand.

"I will go with you, of course," he said without hesitation. "I am your protector. If I did not stay with you until relieved of my duty, I would be derelict in that duty and punished. So ... you're stuck with me."

He leaned in and pressed his lips to her hers, then whispered, "I will stay close ... even if our Mistress dismisses me. I promise."

"You talk as if I could be some advisor, some guiding conscious to her. I don't understand. I am just a girl that the army took as a captive."

"You are a good person, Meara, that's all that's necessary," he argued, pulling her into his arms. He held her a long moment, then reassured her, "You don't have to be born a Queen or a Countess or a Priestess to do good in this world. You only have to be good."

"I am scared. She only knew me days...what if she tires of my presence. Vallaana said she has had many slaves."

"You're different, Meara, and Daria sees you in a different way, not as merely a slave. I've known her through three-- no, four Attendants, and she's never shown the least true care and appreciation for any of them … until you."

Gwent could see that Meara wasn't going to make the hard choice any time soon. He looked to the Collector and waved her over. When Lauren was again standing over the table, Gwent told her, "We'll leave for Queen Daria's camp tomorrow, at dawn. But today, we wish to be alone … alone, that means without you hovering over us."

He looked back to Meara, telling her softly, "We can stay here tonight … together … but we should go back. Please, Meara. It's the best thing."

He leaned in close and whispered into her ear, "I want to be inside you again. I need to be inside your, Meara."

Gwent wouldn't say this to her, of course, because he had no idea how it would affect her in the long run … but he was hoping that by the time they got back to their Mistress's camp, Meara would be carrying his child.

 

[SandS13]

Meara looked as if she might break down in tears when Gwent said he would go with her. "I am not different." She murmured it herself.

She sighed as Gwent leaned in and whispered in her ear. She nodded. "Yes, tonight...together."

Meara blushed and looked away demurely. She held his hand. "May I bathe before we..before we are together?" Her lashes fluttered as she met his eyes once more. She leaned in and whispered to him. "I would like to feel you inside of me."

 

[PennySaver]

Although Lauren was pretending to concentrate on her ale, she had a clear view of Meara and Gwent's mouth during their conversation. She didn't catch over word they mouthed, but she caught enough that when the male half of the happy couple waved her over, she wasn't surprised by what he had to say.

"We'll leave for Queen Daria's camp tomorrow, at dawn. But today, we wish to be alone … alone, that means without you hovering over us."

"I'll be at the bar drinking," Lauren said without hesitation.

She eyes them both for a short moment, until Gwent donned an annoyed expression. She smiled and turned away, taking her seat again. Lauren was a Collector to the core, and she knew that while they were drinking ale and ogling her bosom, men got stupid and talked about things they shouldn't.

Behind her, Meara was asking to bathe before telling Gwent, "I would like to feel you inside of me."

"I'll arrange the first first," he told her, leaning in for another passionate kiss.

He went to the bar and paid for a room with a bath. He found there was one already waiting for occupants, and that his daughter could have the bath ready in just minutes. They finished their food and drink while discussing the possibilities presented by Daria's letter. He stood, took Meara's hand, and led her up to their room. The innkeeper's daughter -- who Gwent immediately knew he'd like to strip naked if he wasn't already about to get laid -- was finished with preparing the bath. She asked if they needed anything more.

Once the pair were alone together, Gwent hurried began stripping them. He had no patience for Meara's seductive training this night; he wanted to get into the hot tub with her, put her in his lap, and fuck her hard and fast until he filled her with his seed.

 

[SandS13]

Meara finished eating and let Gwent lead her to the room. She was ready to undress him but Gwent was faster, she was stripped and he was stripped in haste.

Meara blushed and took his hand as they got in the tub. Gwent sat and pulled her into his lap.

She gasped as he entered her. At this angle, as he moved under her Meara could feel more friction on her clit. He was moving hard and fast. She clung to him and suddenly it crashed over her. She cried out in surprise.

 

[PennySaver]

Gwent found himself as surprised by Meara's orgasm as she was. They'd been fucking now four days, and the number of times each day had been increasing as well, now that she'd gotten past the pain; yesterday, they fucked upon waking, while bathing in the creek after breakfast, near noon when they stopped to rest the horse and eat some food, and again when they laid down for the night. It had been wonderful for Gwent each time as he'd cum each time, but while Meara was enjoying it more as well, he simply hadn't been able to push her to climax.

He began to fear that Meara would never orgasm with him; what if Vallaana -- whose name he'd finally gotten correct -- or even Daria had ruined her for men? And then just now, as -- for the first time -- she sat atop his cock rather than having him either atop her at kneeling behind her, and the result was explosive. Was he in deeper? Was the angle different? What he touching something this way he hadn't touched before, the mystical fața la locul ceresc -- the Heaven's Spot -- that some women claimed to have hidden deep within their sex? Or, had they simply and finally come to know and trust one another enough for Meara to relax to him being inside her, to enjoy his touch without the fear that just maybe he was no different than some of the other men with whom she'd dealt in her life?

What ever the cause, it was magical to watch her erupt in sexual euphoria. Gwent couldn't -- wouldn't! -- take his eyes off of Meara throughout the amazing event … when she collapsed into his arms for a long, loving embrace, he held her tightly to him … then with eagerness in his voice, asked, "Again?"

 

[SandS13]

Meara wrapped her arms about Gwent’s neck as her climax eased. She had not been expecting it. Sex was getting to be enjoyable with Gwent. She liked the feel of his body against hers, the feel of him inside of her but….he had not brought her the pleasure that Vallaana or Daria had. He did not use his mouth or his fingers as they did and Meara had wondered if that was the difference.

She didn’t know what changed this time but she was glad. She shifted a little in his lap, pressing forward so her breasts were squished to his chest.

Her hand stroked his cheek and she looked into his eyes. “Yes.” The word was breathy. “In the bed…”

Meara moved from his lap and out of the tub. She reached for the towel and when Gwent got out she dried him off. She was dripping and chilly but she focused on him. Once he was dry she quickly dried herself off.

Her small hand slipped into his and she led him to the bed. Meara rose up on her toes to kiss Gwent. They laid down and Meara began to stroke his manhood as they kissed. She wanted to go a little slower this time.

Meara gently pushed Gwent onto his back and she moved astride him. Slowly she sunk down onto his cock. Her eyes went wide as he embedded into her deeply. She began to roll her hips and he matched the movement by lifting his own. They got into a slow, deep rhythm and Meara could feel her orgasm coming. She whimpered and moaned. As she leaned down to kiss him the angle changed a little and she cried out as it swept over her. “Gwent!”

 

[PennySaver]

The Bodyguard felt like an idiot; how had he not realized earlier that perhaps a position where Meara was atop him, essentially being impaled as she lowered her weight about his cock, would be the answer to her lack of ultimate pleasure. As she called out his name in an ecstatic voice, Gwent himself had reached that peak of pleasure and erupted inside of her as she collapsed upon him. He grasped her tightly, pulling her to him tight enough to flatten her delicious breasts against his muscular chest … and cause her to giggle between deep gasps, telling him she couldn't breath.

They lay there the longest time, reveling in their mutual euphoria, before Gwent moved them about enough to get the blankets over them. They fell asleep in one another's arms, passing the night away in bliss … then almost immediately returned to fucking when they woke … with Meara on top once again, crying out to her newfound delight she'd only before found with other women.

Five days later:

They stayed at inns, Black Army detachment camps, or in rooms of homes at which the Collector had friends as they made their way back to and through the Western Ridge. They weren't hurrying, per se, but they made better time as Lauren had insisted they get a third horse for the Warrior Queen's future wife to ride alone.

When they approached the Queen's tent, the Bodyguard outside moved to the door, spoke, and returned to his post. Daria emerged, dressed very differently than Meara had ever seen her. Gwent recognized the look, though; it was how his Mistress typically dressed when there was not an active military campaign, something he'd only seen thrice during his service with her.

"You're home!" a very pleased Daria said toward Meara as she hurried forward toward the three mounted riders and the further escort that had joined them on the far side of the pass. "Meara … I'm so happy that you have returned."

Daria slowed only when she was a few paces from the horses, standing at the edge of the large round carpet that encircled her tent now that the current war had settled. Her entire demeanor had changed; there seemed to be no tension in her voice, and her guard was let down, something she'd never shown Meara even when surrounded by her own Bodyguard.

"Come!" she said with a welcoming smile and outstretched arms. "Come, sit with me, so that we can tea and talk about the future."

 

[SandS13]

Over the five days, Meara spent as much time physically with Gwent as possible. It was harder with their watcher always around but they managed when they could. She was not entirely comfortable on a horse alone but she did not argue. She missed Gwent’s arms around her. She watched him with the eyes of someone clearly enamoured and infatuated.

They arrived at the camp and Meara couldn’t help the slightly feeling of fear that bubbled up in her stomach. What if the letter had been a ploy?

When Daria came out of the tent Meara’s eyes went wide at the sight of the woman. She looked absolutely beautiful and feminine but yet, strong. All she could manage was a nod as Daria spoke.

Meara was completely thrown by how...warm Daria seemed. The welcome seemed genuine. She looked to Gwent. “I- thank you for the invitation.”

Gwent was off of his horse and at Meara’s, opposite Daria. She still wasn’t comfortable dismounting and he had taken to lifting her off. Meara smiled at Daria and then reached for Gwent to help her off. Once her feet were on the ground, she looked up at him and gave him a soft smile.

Meara came around the front of the horse to stand a little ways from Daria. “I hope you will forgive how dusty and dirty I am from the journey, mistress.” She cast her eyes down, her voice soft.

 

[PennySaver]

“I hope you will forgive how dusty and dirty I am from the journey, mistress.”

"I forgive you everything and anything, Meara," Daria said with a happy tone. She didn't explain what she meant by everything; she meant, of course, the girl's decision to leave. Daria didn't have resentment about her former's slave to enjoy her freedom elsewhere, but she had been disappointed at the time. She reached out for Meara hands, with the intention of leading the girl inside their tent. But before she began to step backwards toward the door, Daria looked to the man who she'd tasked with protecting the teen and said with a sincere tone, "Thank you very much for taking care of my Meara, Gwent. You will be rewarded generously."

She glanced to her Bodyguard Detachment's Commander, Rickon -- the man who had raped Gwent weeks earlier as punishment for dereliction of duty -- and gave him a knowing glance.

"Come with me, soldier," the big man said to Gwent with a commanding tone.

Gwent looked between Rickon, Daria, and finally Meara, unsure of what to do. He was still a member of the Bodyguard, which meant he took his orders from Rickon, who took his from Daria. He had to go with the Commander … but he wanted to stay with Meara, if only to find out what was next for the girl.

His mind was overwhelmed with thoughts about his situation. So much had happened -- to him, to Meara, even to Daria -- in the nearly two months since Greendale had been attacked and destroyed. What would happen next?

 

[SandS13]

Meara looked scared as Daria said Gwent would be rewarded and the commander told Gwent to go with him.

"I- but- " Meara was breathing like a trapped rabbit. "Gwent, can he stay. Just for a little while? He- has been protecting me. He stopped some guards from- and I feel more comfortable when he is near. Like you with your guards." She turned her eyes to Daria. "His presence means a great deal to me."

 

[PennySaver]

"I- but- Gwent, can he stay."

Daria wasn't surprised by Meara request to keep the man close; unknown to Meara and Gwent, Lauren had inconspicuously sent one of her messengers ahead with the news that Meara had agreed to return to the Queen ... and that she was involved with the Bodyguard. Daria had suspected that a sexual relationship might take place, but she hadn't believed for a moment that it would become anything more than the big, bad Bodyguard forcing himself on the little former sex slave.

Now as she looked into Meara's face, she realized that the woman -- the girl -- for whom she was in love … or more likely unavoidably and irreversibly infatuated -- was herself in love with someone else.

"Of course," Daria said regarding Meara's request that Gwent stay near. She nodded approval to the Rickon, telling him, "Please reassign Gwent directly to my Escort, Commander."

"Of course, Mistress," the Bodyguard Detachment Commander replied with the obligatory nod of obedience. But, knowing that Daria wanted some alone time with the girl she'd been obsessing over for weeks now, Rickon insisted, "Gwent will return in a matter of moments, Mistress … Miss..."

That last title was addressed to Meara, to whom Rickon also gave a respectful nod, even though in his mind the girl was still nothing more than a sex slave and play thing to his Queen. He continued, "We needs to bath and don a clean uniform and armor if he is going to be guarding our Mistress."

Gwent knew that the Commander and Queen wanted him out of the way for the reunion. He took one small step closer to Meara to imply intimacy and said softly, "I'll be back in just a moment, Meara."

"Miss Meara," Daria stressed at Gwent's simple use of the girl's name. She looked between Gwent, Rickon, and the other nearby Bodyguards and stressed, "From this day forth, she will be addressed as Miss Meara."

There was uniform acceptance in the form of respectful nods and verbal acknowledgments. The title Miss was traditionally only used to address unmarried women of the nobility; unwed females of the royalty had their own title as well, Lady. Daria, of course, had gone by the title Mistress since she began her rise to power … but, that was a whole'nother story than what was happening here today.

"Miss Meara," Gwent said with a soft voice that included the stressed respect, "I will return in a moment … after I have bathed and dressed and once again appear worthy of being in your presence..."

Gwent hesitated just a moment, looked to Daria -- catching her sharp glare -- and nodded even more respectfully to her as he finished, "...and in the presence of our Queen, Mistress Daria."

He backed away a couple of steps, gave Meara a look, a smile, and a wink … then turned to walk away with Rickon following close behind. Daria squeezed Meara's hands, telling her, "Come inside, please. You must eat and bathe … you are covered in the dust of the road."

Daria looked to Lauren, who had been standing off to the side a bit away from all the activity. "You will stay in camp the night … receive your payment in the morning, yes?"

The Collector nodded as all did when ordered, telling the Queen, "I will be near and available when requested, Mistress."

 

[SandS13]

Meara looked at Daria, her eyes smiling as she sucked in her lower lip, attempting to keep herself from thanking the queen. It was taking all her effort not to throw her arms around her and hug her as well.

Her attention went back to Gwent. She gave him a sweet smile. Then there was tension as it was stated she was to be addressed as Miss. Everyone became more formal, except for Meara who was confused. She did not say anything but her body language radiated confusion and awkwardness.

The men left, Daria addressed her and then Lauren. Meara stood patiently with her head down. She waited for Daria to step into the tent first.

“I do not know what I have done to receive such treatment, mistress. I am no one of title or...or rank…” She immediately set to work to prepare Daria’s bath as she liked it. Meara slipped easily into the role of slave. She knew that her life depended on Daria being happy. “Your letter was lovely, mistress. Gwent had to read it to me. I have not learned enough to read it on my own.” Meara stoked the fire and began to fill the tub with hot water. Her eyes went wide as she realized how much she was speaking. She had grown used to talking with Gwent.

“Please forgive me for speaking out of turn, mistress.” Meara looked down at her feet.

 

[PennySaver]

After they'd entered the tent, Meara said, “I do not know what I have done to receive such treatment, mistress. I am no one of title or...or rank…”

"You are who I say you are, Meara," Daria told her with a serious tone but a pleased smile as well. "You are what I say you are ... Miss Meara."

The former slave immediately slipped back into her routine of preparing Daria’s bath, but the Queen stepped forward and took hold of her hands. "This is no longer your duty, Meara. Do you understand?"

Daria called for Hamma, who entered the tent quickly, followed by Anaka. She put the freewoman and the slave to work preparing the bath and food. Daria looked to Meara again, still holding her hands lovingly and explained, "You are not a slave anymore … you are not even a servant … you no longer serve me in that way."

Daria could see in Meara's face that she simply wasn't grasping this sudden elevation to this unexplainable status. As the other two women worked about her, Meara spoke of the letter Daria had sent, asking her to come home. Regarding not being able to read it herself, Daria told the girl, "It is never too late to become literate. Literate … it means to read and write … to understand the Art of Letters and Numbers. You will have the best tutors. You will have everything you want, Meara. And you are not speaking out of turn."

She wanted to tell Meara that she was to begin thinking of herself as an equal to Daria herself. But looking to the other women, she thought better of it. Even though here in her tent -- in their tent -- Daria wanted Meara to be her equal, out there in the world and on the battle field, Daria was still the Warrior Queen, and she had a reputation to maintain.

She suddenly realized that this was going to be harder than she'd imagined. Her letter had stressed that Meara was to be her equal partner in the future; she was to sit upon the dais on her own throne, next to the Queen. But how Daria was going to make this all happen was going to be touchy...

She'd never been in love before...

This was all new territory for Daria, the Warrior Queen.

"Out, both of you, out!" Daria suddenly demanded, even though the bath wasn't ready. She looked to Meara, who was once again feeding the fire beneath the water kettle. She laughed, grabbed the girl by the arm, and pulled her to her, saying, "Stop that."

Their bodies were close now, and she pulled the younger woman nearer until their front sides -- from bosom to thighs -- were pressed together. Daria looked into the mesmerizing, blue eyes of the slightly shorter Meara and begged her, "Kiss me like you did out last time together. Kiss me like that … and forever more … kiss me like you want to kiss me … not because you have to."

 

[SandS13]

Meara’s heart was pounding in her chest as Daria reminded her that she no longer served her. She called for others and Meara watched as Hamma and Anaka came in to see to the bath.

Her eyes were wide as Daria spoke of getting her tutors. She wanted to tell the queen that Gwent was showing her how to read and write but the words didn’t come. Nothing came except the pounding in her chest of her heart.

Meara really didn’t grasp the idea that what the letter had said, what was happening was true. When Daria snapped at the others to get out, Meara jumped and it was only Daria’s hand taking her arm that stilled her movements as she automatically reverted to her duties.

Daria’s words made Meara’s breath catch in her throat. Her body was pressed against Daria’s, strong arms held her tightly. Her lips parted as she struggled to catch her breath. She blinked once before leaning in and softly kissing Daria. The warrior was beautiful. She made Meara’s body feel warm and strange, just as Vallaana had and Gwent did. It was more intense though, being fed by the way Daria looked at her as if she wanted to cherish her and simultaneously devour her. She wanted to give Daria what she wanted though her brain had not yet come to the understanding that it her Daria wanted and not just what she was trained to do.

A small, slender hand was placed on Daria’s cheek as Meara deepened the kiss. Blue eyes closed and her tongue brushed Daria’s lower lip. Meara broke the kiss and ran her tongue along her lips.

 

[PennySaver]

The kiss was simply magical, and after their mouths separated, Daria pressed her lips to Meara's once more as her hands pulled their two bodies together even tighter. When she pulled her mouth from the younger woman's once again, Daria whispered, "I have never felt what I feel for you with anyone before, Meara. I've never known it … but I believe it is love … I love you … I am in love with you … and I want you to be with me … forever."

Daria almost added forever together alone … just the two of us. But she needed to know more about Meara's relationship with Gwent before she let it be known that the Bodyguard would eventually be sent away. Daria had no interest in competing for Meara's love and affection, and if what Lauren had said in the message that had arrived a day before the trio was true, there was a strong romantic -- or at least sexual -- connection between the two that was going to have to be severed. The best way to do that, of course, was to give Gwent a dangerous assignment that would most likely end in his death. But Daria needed more information about the pair before she got the man killed.

 

[SandS13]

Daria's kiss took her breath away completely. She gasped, knees weak as it was broken. Meara looked up into Daria's eyes. "I have done nothing to deserve such...you are a queen, strong, beautiful and brave. I am not worthy..."

Meara was confused. Gwent wanted to marry her. Daria was proclaiming she loved her. They both barely knew her but in truth, Meara did not know herself very well at all.

Her fingers stroked Daria's cheek and she kissed her again. She liked the feel of Daria's lips. They were full and soft.

 

[PennySaver]

"I have done nothing to deserve such...you are a queen, strong, beautiful and brave. I am not worthy..."

"Never say that of yourself, Meara," Daria chastised softly. "You are worthy. You are as worthy as anyone ever has been ... to fill that space in my life that has been empty for so long."

She engaged the younger woman in another soft but erotic kiss as her hands caressed over Meara's body. She let a hand slipped downward, her fingers clutching the former sex servant's ass cheek in a hungry way. She whispered, "I want to bathe with you."

As they undressed one another, Daria's eyes and hands were all about Meara's beautiful body. She led the girl to the tub, stepping into it to find the temperature too low. As they settled down into the water, Daria called for Hamma, who entered and poured in more pitchers of steaming hot liquid. Daria asked for the wine and glasses to be within reach, then excused the freewoman once again.

Once they were settled, Daria took the position Meara always had, on her knees on the bottom of the tub while the other female parted her thighs and wrapped her legs around her bathing partner. Daria spent a couple of minutes caressing and washing Meara's body of the accumulated road dust … then set to pleasuring the little nub and the lips surrounding it.

 

[SandS13]

Meara moaned softly as Daria kissed her again. That was one thing that Gwent did not do. He did not kiss her with a passion that was like being touched by fire. Daria was intense, dangerously so.

She was surprised to find Daria wanting to kneel between her legs. She had assumed she would bathe her as she had before. Daria's hands felt good as she washed Meara's body. Her curly hair floated around her shoulders as Meara sunk down and her head back against the tub. She could not contain the moans and gasped that escaped as Daria washed her and then explored her body.

Meara whimpered as Daria's fingers moved over her clit. Her hands clenched the side of the tub and her breathing grew steadily deeper. Her body tensed and she came with a strangled cry.

 

[PennySaver]

Unlike her male partner, Meara's female lover took her time to pleasure the younger woman to heavenly, euphoric explosion. Daria's gaze was firm upon the girl's face, both as the orgasm was approaching and as it erupted within her; the vision of this young beauty in climax was simply the greatest thing the Queen had ever experienced.

Meara had wondered -- both quietly and aloud to her -- why Daria was so intently set upon elevating her status from so very low to so very high. Daria hadn't even realized what was driving her until she'd tried to replace her with Hamma, with Anaka, with a new slave girl who'd only lasted a few days. What finally came to Daria was that Meara was the most innocent of girls who'd ever served her; each of the current four servants -- all of whom had at one time or another put their mouths to Daria's sex -- had had some form of lover before Daria herself, whether male, female, or both. One had been married and quickly widowed; two had been whores; one had been the play thing of a General before he dutifully gave the girl to his new Queen; and so on with so many sex servants that Daria couldn't count them, let alone remember them all.

Of all of them, Meara was the only girl whose first orgasm had occurred at Daria's touch; of all of them, only Meara had learned her great skill of causing orgasm specifically to please her Mistress, Daria. The Warrior Queen's life had been filled with so much carnage and death and mayhem; when the quiet times came and she had the ability to be pampered, to wash off the blood and feel like a woman, Daria had done so with so many women … but never had she felt so entirely satisfied and freed from the world beyond her tent as she had been with Meara.

The irony was that Daria had only had one true night of lovemaking with Meara. They'd engaged in sex several times, but … making love in the true sense of the words...? There had been only that one time, the night Daria had given Meara her freedom, the night before Meara had chosen to leave. But it had changed Daria's life. And now she knew that to be fully content with her life, she had to have Meara.

"Come to bed with me."

They dried, moved to the bed, and for nearly two hours made passionate love, driving one another alternatively to orgasm again and again. Meara didn't know this, of course, but Daria had never put her mouth to another woman before her. Most superior women would never perform orally on another -- male or female -- as it didn't provide they themselves with pleasure. Putting her lips, tongue, and fingers to Meara's sex, though, wasn't about her own pleasure, of course; it was about making Meara happy so that Meara would make her happy … just as what would be expected between two people who were truly in love.

When they were both sated, Daria pulled the slightly smaller, slightly younger woman tightly into her arms and then the blanket over the top of them. They lay there for several minutes before Daria asked a question she'd been putting off all evening, fearing she wouldn't like the answer.

"Do you love me, Meara," she whispered. Before the girl could answer, Daria quickly followed up with, "Can you love only me … can you … can you be with me … be at my side … be in my bed with me … be … be in my bed … and my bed only."

She didn't speak Gwent's name … but what she was asking was Can you be with me and not be with that man?

 

[SandS13]

Meara was overwhelmed by Daria's presence. They dried off, Daria helping her and Meara drying her in the way Vallaana had trained her. She got into Daria's bed and she immediately assumed the queen would want Meara to see to her needs. What ended up happening was the two moved together. It was like when she and Gwent finally found a rhythm expect this was more sensual and Meara reached her climax numerous times and ensured Daria had as well. There was something special about being nestled between Daria's legs and lapping at her sex, fingers slipping into her and driving the strong warrior to the point where she cried out, legs shaking. Alternately, there was something earth shattering about having Daria's strong fingers slipping into her body.

She laid there, wrapped in Daria's arms, a blanket pulled over them.

"With you." Meara lifted her head to look at Daria's face. it was clear she was conflicted and scared to answer. "I do not know..." It was the softest whisper. She instantly tensed, fearing Daria's anger. "I wish I could proclaim that I could but I do not know...truly..." Meara swallowed and found the courage somewhere in her. "I enjoy..no, I adore this with you but I also enjoyed..." She blushed a deep red. "Being in bed with Gwent. Must I answer you now?" Her eyes sought Daria's. "I am sorry...I wish I knew...I thought there had to be some misunderstanding...how could you want me? A farm girl with nothing...I cannot even read....I am learning but-" Her eyes welled and her hands covered her face. She pulled away from Daria.

 

[PennySaver]

Daria was disappointed in Meara's answer, as anyone in this situation would have expected. Her immediate thought was about whether or not killing Gwent would free the girl up to love her like Daria loved Meara. She wouldn't kill the man herself, of course; she would have him killed on the battle field, either by an enemy's sword or by one of her archer's arrows. But she could easily have it look like an accident.

Her second thought, though, was of how she would instead win the girl's full affections and love. When Meara began to pull away, Daria pulled her back, whispering, "Don't leave. Stay here with me."

She held the girl to her body again, intent on the two of them falling asleep in one another's arms.

 

[SandS13]

Meara let Daria pull her back in. She didn't know how to explain to the beautiful woman who held her that she didn't know what love was, she didn't think she had ever felt it even from her own family. She couldn't possibly know if she loved the woman who had made her a slave then set her free. She didn't know if she loved the man who swore to protect her, who wanted to marry her.

Tears fell from her eyes, wetting Daria's skin. Meara was silent has she cried, a skilled she had learned as a child. She wanted to apologize over and over again but remain quiet, fearing that she might anger Daria.

It took time but the emotionally exhausted girl eventually fell asleep in her lover's arms.