Highness

[plightofsabine]

Sabirah nodded to Marsdan, acknowledging his request. Stepping away from the group she strode purposefully to the gardens; guards fanning out and sinking back into the background and she, headed to a quiet corner. She stopped under a flowering cherry tree and sat on the iron bench. The fresh air filled her lungs as she breathed deeply for a moment or two. The sun was warm on her face, though the branches of the cherry tree shaded her from its direct effects. The soft chirping of the song birds filled her ears and she felt serenity wash over her. Serenity was a rare benefit and Sabirah was thankful for it.

Her mind was still affixed on Moren’s fate. The details of the problem sank back into the depths of her mind as the serenity filled her. She breathed in slowly, listening to the breaths being taken in and feeling the pulse of her blood being pushed through her veins. She felt him as he walked up on her, invading her personal space. Sabirah glanced up, seeing the handsome Mage approach.

Sabirah tapped the seat beside her and waited until he settled down beside her. She felt a bit uncomfortable and felt the color flow into her cheeks as she tried to gather her thoughts before she opened her mouth. For some reason, he always made her feel vulnerable, as if every moment away was a new level of torment. Perhaps it was this that spurred her to bring him back the night before. If so, it was a selfish move on her part. Sabirah coached herself silently. “Before you begin…and add another layer of complexity… I’m sorry for taking you away from your important matters. What happened last night took me off guard. I didn’t expect anything to go wrong this soon. I thought, perhaps, the tournament would draw out the aggressive parties. Anyway, I apologize. Did you have any luck with your latest outing?”

 

[a_libertine]

Marsdan's face was crestfallen as she asked about his last venture. "Not well my queen. I failed you pretty badly."

He looked off to the distance, and said, "The rain that has bogged down the army with your father's casket was tied to a spell engine that was feeding on the magics that I had placed on the casket. When I tried to break it, instead I blew up a major section of the column, killing several officers, and priests."

"I took the casket from the column with the intention of destroying it, and your father's body. That was interrupted by Moren."

He paused long enough to look at her and finished, "When I went back this morning, his body was gone."

 

[plightofsabine]

Sabirah's facial expression went from curiosity to deep concern. She listened carefully as Marsdan relayed the events of the last 48 hours and she felt her heart sink into her belly. She drew her hands over her face and soft groan was expelled from her lips. She shook her head sadly, and for the moment she had lost all form of speech.

All those people.

All those families who would be affected.

And it was all her fault Marsdan couldn't be rid of the source of the destruction.

Sabirah rose from her seat and turned away from him. Her face contorted in pain and she struggled to keep her composure. She closed her eyes tightly as she felt her control become unraveled from under her. The queen reached out for the trunk of the tree and gripped it with her fingertips, hanging her head for a moment, just trying to breathe.

Inside, the emotion was wreaking havoc. She was being eaten up with guilt and sorrow. It could have been different. Now, they would have to answer for the results.

It was minutes before she could even speak. This was the perfect example of how every decision she made impacted someone else. It was also her first real failure.

Her voice waivered a bit as she tried to speak.

"What are we going to do?" she asked.

 

[a_libertine]

He looked up at her and answered simply enough, "We go on."

He looked up at the sky for a moment, then continued. "First I will have Nehori assigned to you whenever I am not with you. That is for your own protection as much as for my piece of mind."

He arranged his robes slightly, then started ticking off, "Second, the plan goes forward. Get the tournament going, the soonest you can is best. I understand there are time limitations, but it must go on."

"Third, your coronation must occur as scheduled. Any delay to that would be catastrophic to your reign."

He stood next to her, "I will look for your father's body and keep training for the tournament."

He touched her softly and said, "We will make it through, it will be tough, but we knew that already."

 

[plightofsabine]

Sabirah dropped her hand from the trunk of the tree and turned to face him. She smiled a little. He always seemed to have the answers even before she did. He was far more used to thinking on his feet and having dealt with her father previously. She felt very fortunate to have him so close to her.

“The body of my father must be laid to rest, lest he walk in the shadows for eternity, or worse.” She reminded him. “The tournament details are complete. The criers have already been dispatched. Now we just wait until the return of the others. If they do not return in the estimated time of the 20 days, then the tournament will proceed on. Time cannot be stilled, and every day that goes forward is another day that threatens the stability of the empire.”

Sabirah paused a moment. “The sad thing of all of this is that Moren will die for whoever had influenced him to this event from last night. We still don’t know who was pushing his buttons and now it’s even more imperative to find out. They’ve struck at me in the most intimate places. That means they’re becoming desperate. I may, in fact, take over the questioning myself,” she remarked.

Sabirah had never had a hand in questioning prisoners, let alone trying to influence them to provide the answers she needed. She was not above exploring her options. But then of course, she also had a host of mages to call upon who could easily gain the information needed. The question was if she wanted to rely on them? They were, like most other groups, divided on their opinions as to her worth as a possible ruler. It would also open the door in allowing them into the business she wanted to separate herself from.

The thought of having Nehori near was one of convenience. Sabirah reached up and stroked the line of Marsdan’s jaw with her fingertips as she considered further. “I want you to have some piece of mind, so I promise to be a bit more careful in the future.”

 

[a_libertine]

Marsdan looked at the queen and wished that they were not so publicly displayed. The future will allow for public affection but now was not the time. He pondered a moment his unabated desire for her. He had watched her grow up dispassionately but now, he would almost give up a testicle for a moment or two of truly dispationate reasoning. Filtering his thoughts through an emotional filterms was time consuming and not particularly fun.

Especially when all he wanted to was tie her hands to the lowest branch of the tree she was next to and fuck her until they both passed out from the pleasure. Images of her tits swaying as he hammered her flitted through his mind and his body began reacting to the thought. Shaking his head he muttered, "Sorry. Just a random thought about that branch above your head."

"I will start looking for your father, Nehori will stay by your side. He will also update the protective spells in your chambers."

 

[plightofsabine]

And so, he would be off again into the wilds in search of a disappearing body, one that needed to be returned for burial before she could be crowned. This began a new wave of frustration for the young Queen. She wasn’t very good with denying her own wants, but she had to respect Marsdan for what he had to do. It wasn’t easy for him to deal with all the arcane issues, but he was certainly good at it. Deep in her heart she knew he had the makings of a great wizard, yet she sought him out anyways. It was selfish of her, to want him the way she did. Sabirah chastised herself silently.

Sabirah acknowledged his plan and nodded her head slightly. She felt a heaviness draw over her like a thick blanket in the deep of winter. “I hope all goes as you wish it to go,” she answered gently before stepping back from him. She lingered there, lost in his gaze and felt a tug on her heart. It would be a short walk back to business, something she deeply resented this very moment. The needs of the Empire marched on.

In the dungeons

The guard walked away with a coin purse filled with gold and the visitor made his way down into the center of the cells. Moren lay there in the darkest cell within the large containment area. Hadad’s boots could be heard as he took each step down. Moren heard the noise and sat up, having spent the morning in wait. He couldn’t see the visitor until he was standing directly in front of his cell.

“What in the hell do you think you are doing?” Hadad snapped under his breath. “I heard you had found your way into the dungeons just this morning.”
Moren held his head. The headache made his temples throb. “I don’t remember much. Just bits and pieces,” he answered.

“Attacking the Queen in her own chambers? You’ve lost your mind. That’s not what was agreed upon. Your task was to distract her only. Now you’ve brought unwanted attention to this,” Hadad growled lowly. He reached in and pulled Moren uncomfortably into the bars that separated them. “You’ve ruined the whole plan.”

Hadad didn’t waste any time. As Moren struggled to free himself of Hadad’s grip, Hadad pulled a dagger from his belt and thrust it into Moren, watching as the man gasped and his eyes rolled back into his head...watching as the life drained from his body. Hadad released the man and he slid to the floor in a heap, bleeding out from his gut. Hadad spit on his body before exiting the dungeon the same way he came in.

 

[a_libertine]

Marsdan spent the remainder of the afternoon physically present at court, but mentally far away. He was puzzling through how the Emperor's body disappeared, and as fundamental as that, how the spell engine was attached to the casket.

As soon as court let out, he gave Nehori his instructions regarding the Queen and moved to his chambers. As much as he wanted to be with the queen, there was far too much to do for him to spend his time in her bed. Maybe someday soon again.

He entered his private library and began researching the core issue. Once he figured out how the spell engine was built, and by whom, the rest would be easy pickings.

It was toward morning that Marsdan gleaned a glimmer of a lead. A small quintet of mages known simply as The Augurer's. A memory of a memory lit in his mind. He had seen that name before. "Where... where... where..." He scoured his mind looking for the memory. All he could come up with is that he remembered seeing it or hearing it.

Within moments, the light of the sun just making it's appearance when he hurriedly ran to his 'treasure trove.'

He pulled matching boxes, the size of a potato, but far more ornate, from a chest. Putting the gem encrusted bone boxes into a pouch, he ran from his room, heading toward the queen's chambers. When he got within ten feet of the door he smashed into a hard, invisible wall. "Fuck."

The four guards looked somewhat amused at Marsdan's predicament and the more senior said, "You are noticed, welcomed, and invited to peacefully enter, Marsdan."

Marsdan would have giggled if his nose didn't hurt so bad, "Nehori's idea."

It wasn't a question but an observation. The wall would hold long enough for the guards to summon reinforcements and prepare to fight. Stepping through he said, "I need to see her."

"Of course sir."

The door opened and Marsdan stepped in, closing it behind him. She appeared to be asleep still so he put her box on the table and enchanted it to speak when she picked it up.

The message was simple. "Use this once a day to contact me with a note. I can respond to that. The only limitation is that it must fit the size of the box and once a day. I have a clue to follow; it will be a while."

After that, he teleported away.

 

[plightofsabine]

When she finally woke, Sabirah managed to get moving without much effort. She had a number of questions for their recently imprisoned nut and she was going to get to the bottom of the latest madness. Once dressed, she moved to the front room, spying two items on the table. The first was a small box and the second a scroll. Another bit of bad news, she suspected of the scroll, but the box…that could be anything.

Sabirah reached for the box first. The message was clear and she could hear the tones of Marsdan’s voice in it. She held the box closely too her for a moment. It was a precious gift that he thought as much to leave it. Yes, he thought about her.

The queen reached for the scroll and she sat down, placing the box in her lap. She cracked the wax seal and opened the scroll to read its contents.

“As of before daybreak, the prisoner recently apprehended for attacking the royal family was found dead of a stab wound. There are no leads at this time.”

Sabirah groaned under her breath. This whole thing was getting her nowhere. She didn’t know who was causing all of the trouble and the only lead she had was murdered. She thought on this for a few moments and weighed her options. Marsdan was away and she couldn’t guarantee he would be free to assist. He had to find her father. The next best option was to see what Nehori could find out.

Perhaps Nehori could glean some information from the site of the deed.
Sabirah glanced up at the guard at the door.

“Send Nehori to me. I have a task.”

 

[a_libertine]

Marsdan teleported to library that he only been at once before, and that was a very long time ago. The library itelf was a monolithic structure that towered over a city of great size and densely populated. Scrolls and tomes dating thousands of years filled story after story of the building.

The day passed before he found the section he searched for, and once there the real work began. A fleeting reference to the Augurers led to another tome. Even less was there which lead elsewhere. Day after day, punctuated by missives from Sabirsh, spilled by until he found that which he needed.

How to find them.

He sent a missive to Sabirah that he was returning, and would see her in two days, after sleep.

He landed in his room, his robes falling off as he stepped toward his bed.

 

[plightofsabine]

In the meantime, Sabirah stood in front of the cells where Moren had been kept. There was only one open side to this cell which was the bars that stood between her and the interior. Sabirah looked to her right and saw the hall continued downward and around the corner. To her left, she saw more cells and the eventual exit from this place. She narrowed her brows and looked at the area critically. It seemed the whole affair was just a good stroke of luck. The guards would no longer be able to leave this area unattended. There would always have to be someone down here, whether they liked it or not. There was little talk behind her; they didn’t want to run the chance of becoming victims of her temper. She had made it very clear she was not tolerant in any way today.

“I want someone on duty down here around the clock. I don’t care how you do it, but make sure it happens. The only reason Hadad was able to slip in here undetected was because he knew none were down here. From now on, someone will always be here. I don’t want them sleeping on the job either. I want them alert and aware when there are prisoners down here. What happened simply shouldn’t have happened,” Sabirah stated. “Moren should have lived long enough to face his crime, not murdered for his effort.” The small group that walked behind her agreed. She didn’t need their agreement for this, but she wanted to make sure everyone understood the seriousness of what happened.

The ongoing investigation was becoming interesting. Nehori was able to figure out Hadad had been Moren’s last visitor. Why the guards hadn’t caught on was a mystery to her. Sabirah guessed he had snuck in when the guards were distracted. It was abundantly clear the security in the dungeons had to be kicked up a notch. It was also apparent that her next move would be to corner Hadad.

It wasn’t going to be easy to deal with Hadad since he had a number of supporters behind him. But, with the recent issues of him disrespecting her, she was certain she could sway anyone backing him. She could just send guards out to apprehend him, but that wouldn’t solve much. She wanted to know how far his efforts went. Was he working with someone against the crown? Maybe one of her enemies? While her forces were busy with the external dealings, Hadad had conveniently taken advantage of working inside the borders.

When the group had emerged from the dungeons, Sabirah pulled Farah aside, speaking softly so only she could hear.

“I know I advised you to stay away from Hadad, but, did you do so? I’m asking for a reason,” Sabirah pressed.

“Yes, your Grace, I did, though it does little good as he always seeks me out,” Farah answered matter-of-factly.

An idea struck the Queen and she smiled.

“Where does he always manage to corner you?” Sabirah asked.

“Usually when I get back to my room,” she responded.

Sabirah didn’t want to make his arrest well-known. She wanted to do this as quietly as possible then they could watch the estate and see who else showed up, if any. It seemed logical, to her.

“Tonight, when he comes by, invite him into your room. Moments later, I will have the guards take him into custody. Then we will have our man,” Sabirah explained.

As Farah curtsied and departed, the agreeable smile she wore faded and she disappeared around the corner.

Sabirah tasked Nehori with briefing Marsdan when he was suitably recovered from his travels and she looked over the final details for the tournament, trying to distract her mind from the recent unpleasantness.

 

[a_libertine]

When Marsdan finally woke he immediately ordered food and headed for the bath. He eased into the near boiling water allowing it to wash away the last few days worth of dirt, grime, and stress. He had barely sunk his head into the tub when the door slammed open.

Sitting upright he saw Nehori at door with a less than pleased look on his face. "What is it?"

For the next two hours Nehori filled Marsdan in on everything that had happened after Marsdan left. Marsdan listened, not interrupting. At the end Marsdan began the question and snswer portion of the briefing and after another hour he was dressed and heading toward Sabirah's chambers.

He announced his intention to arrive peacefully and passed through Nehori's amusing, but effective, barrier. He knocked on the door and opened it, stepping inside

 

[plightofsabine]

Farah didn’t like where this situation was going. She had a hard time believing Amir Hadad had anything to do with anything against the Queen. He was too ambitious to go directly for her. He was one to claw and scrape up the ladder. She had been intimate with him for over six months now. As far as Farah was concerned, he must have been framed. Not wanting to see him end up in the cells, she wanted to warn him. It was a good ways to his residence and she had to find a way to slip away. Quickly.

----


Sabirah was still talking with Novar when Marsdan was announced. She spied movement over Navar’s shoulder and a smile formed on her lips. She hadn’t expected to see the Mage so soon, thinking he would want to rest after the last few days. For her though, she was ready to push ahead. She wanted to get to the bottom of the mess with Moren…with Hadad, and whoever else wanted to support their efforts. There was no way she was giving up what was rightly hers.

Novar turned when he heard Marsdan’s footsteps. He was still writing on his notes.

“I don’t want any postpones on this. I want to continue with the plans unless I decide otherwise. I’m not going to be held hostage by the ‘what ifs’.” She stated.

“Of course, Your Grace,” Navar answered.

“Marsdan, I’m glad you’re back. I assume Nehori briefed you on the latest?”

 

[a_libertine]

Marsdan smiled at Sabirah warmly, "Yes he has. It seems you insist on being adventurous in my absence. "

He walked up to her and placed his hands over hers, and caressed her hand with his thumbs. "I am ready for the tournament, or mostly so. Another night or two in the Red Wastes won't correct. Hell maybe stay for a few full days maybe."

He looked down into her eyes, and the need for her rose in his eyes and his loins simultaneously. His voice was suddenly very thick with hunger as he said, "I have two weeks to get ready?"

He saw her nod and he said, "That is plenty of time for the training part. I don't think it is enough time for finding your father, or specifically those who took him. The groups name is The Augurers, they are a collective of mages, not too unlike our own council, but they seem to be transnational. No loyalties to any country but to magic itself. Why they took him, I do not know yet."

 

[plightofsabine]

Marsdan smiled at Sabirah warmly, "Yes he has. It seems you insist on being adventurous in my absence."

Navar knew his cue to exit. This was it. With the details in hand, he quietly slipped out from the chamber and headed back to his office to mind the other business of the day.

Sabirah blushed a bit. It was true she wasn’t one to sit around and do nothing. She wanted to be active and have a hand in how the Empire fared. This meant taking some risks. But to her credit, Sabirah wasn’t the initiator of this event. That was all on the fool who entered he chambers unbidden. It was he and those who controlled him that brought this on. She had a spirit that would not bow to them. She would have the last word, no matter what.

“I would have been happy to just tend to the normal business. If it hadn’t been for my recent visitor, I wouldn’t be in everyone’s face these days,” she answered.

He walked up to her and placed his hands over hers, and caressed her hand with his thumbs. "I am ready for the tournament, or mostly so. Another night or two in the Red Wastes won't correct. Hell maybe stay for a few full days maybe."

He looked down into her eyes, and the need for her rose in his eyes and his loins simultaneously. His voice was suddenly very thick with hunger as he said, "I have two weeks to get ready?"

The look he had kept her captive, robbing her voice from her. He didn’t need to touch her, for her to feel his deeply intimate touch. He could have been clear across the room and she would have felt it just the same. He would consume her and she would eagerly give herself to him each time he desired. Even as she stood there, she could feel her limbs tremble with anticipation. The tournament didn’t concern her. She knew what the results would be. The whole point of it was to give the nobles some justification as to why Marsdan would be the one she would choose over all others. Those two weeks however, would take a lifetime to live through.

He saw her nod and he said, "That is plenty of time for the training part. I don't think it is enough time for finding your father, or specifically those who took him. The groups name is The Augurers, they are a collective of mages, not too unlike our own council, but they seem to be transnational. No loyalties to any country but to magic itself. Why they took him, I do not know yet."

Sabirah caught hold of her faculties when he spoke again and passed her tongue across her soft, pink lips before replying.

“The first phase of the tournament is a contest of archery, sword and hand-to-hand combat. The best fifteen move from the contest of archery move on to the sword, the best twelve from the contest of sword to the hand-to-hand. The best six of the hand-to-hand will move on to the maze and the final three from the maze will ride out on a cross-country race. Horseback. I hope you don’t get saddle sore,” she said with a smile.

“As for my father’s body, why would anyone want to take a body that had long since expired? His spirit is no longer contained in its physical husk. It just doesn’t make any sense. What would a bunch of mages want with it? We all know he is dead. They won’t be able to use him as a front for anything.” Or could they? She thought about that for a minute. They would have to find the body and lay him to rest anyways.

She sighed softly and closed the distance between them. Sabirah slid her hands around his midsection as she sought the heat of his body. It was a comfort she just couldn’t do without. It felt like he had been gone a month and it was really only a few days. Each time he returned, her desire for him only increased. She nestled her face in his shoulder and took in his scent. It was the scent of home.

 

[a_libertine]

Marsdan tilted his head and kissed her on the top of her head. "There are many reasons to take him, and I shall spare you them all. Death is merely a setback for those that have the knowledge, skill and desire to overcome it."

He tilted her head up so he could kiss her lips gently, which turned into an urgent hunger almost instantly. "The why worries me more than they how of it."

He could feel her breasts against his chest and longed to squeeze them, taste them. His hands meandered down her back until he could cup an ass cheek in each hand, and he pulled her hips tight against him.

His lips locked onto her lips his tongue invading her mouth with the fervent urgency that he felt through out his body. "I want you, now," he whispered across her lips. He began gathering her skirts up in his hands, "Do we have an hour or two for me to tie you down and remind you why you love me?"

 

[plightofsabine]

Sabirah felt her heart beat soundly in her chest. His hunger washed over her like a wave and she caught a breath in her throat when he claimed her lips. The higher her skirts rose, the more the cool air swirled around her toned legs. The act in itself caused her tremble to deepen, knowing he sought access to her. She would have given him eternity for what she felt this very moment, but knowing time was precious she responded with a measure of self-control.

“I have at least that long for you, though if I could manage it, would keep you entertained for far longer. Sadly, it would not be conducive to running a successful campaign. You may have to be the one to reign in my eagerness.”

She could come up with a million reasons why she loved him and she was pretty certain he knew them all. It would be fun to see him try to “remind” her. Granted, having her bound was a risky venture, but with Marsdan, she felt completely safe, and completely aroused. When she was bound, she felt a different sense of freedom; one she could not define, but one she eagerly sought from him. With him, she could forget everything.

 

[a_libertine]

He hefted Sabirah up and carried her toward an overstuffed chair. He sat down with her on his lap, a leg hooked over each arm of the chair. He ran his hands up under her skirt and ripped away her small clothing, throwing them aside.

His mouth found hers and he kissed her again, passionately as his tongue ran into her mouth, tangoing with her tongue. His thumbs met just above her clit and he massaged her gently.

Breaking the kiss, he whispered, "I do wish I had time to properly seduce and fuck you. No time today, though."

He felt her hands at his clothes pulling them aside to free his staff as he mashed his thumbs together squeezing her hood nub. She held his cock as he lifted her up and entered her. As she started sliding down he let go and allowed gravity to bring her the rest of the way down in one hard stroke.

"It is a fucking shame you are dressed, Sabirah. I love the sight of your nakedness as I fuck you."

 

[plightofsabine]

He hefted Sabirah up and carried her toward an overstuffed chair. He sat down with her on his lap, a leg hooked over each arm of the chair. He ran his hands up under her skirt and ripped away her small clothing, throwing them aside.

Sabirah gasped in surprise, bringing a renewed wave of need washing over her. The sensation was so tangible, so all encompassing, she couldn’t wait to taste him again. It was only a second before she had her opportunity.

His mouth found hers and he kissed her again, passionately as his tongue ran into her mouth, tangoing with her tongue. His thumbs met just above her clit and he massaged her gently.

She leaned into the kiss and moaned. Her tongue desperately thrust further into his mouth, to feed her craving for him. The taste of his kiss was wild, like his passion. It was different from the gentle moments they had, but just as fulfilling. There was so much she wanted to give to him; to share with him. Right now, she wanted him to drive hard into her; to feel him push straight to her core. Her body tingled deliciously starting at her core and traveling the length of her body.

Breaking the kiss, he whispered, "I do wish I had time to properly seduce and fuck you. No time today, though."

That's all it took to soak her pussy. He knew exactly what to say to push her into a lustful frenzy.

He felt her hands at his clothes pulling them aside to free his staff as he mashed his thumbs together squeezing her hood nub. She held his cock as he lifted her up and entered her. As she started sliding down he let go and allowed gravity to bring her the rest of the way down in one hard stroke.


Sabirah cried out, breaking the concert of kisses and panting. But as the gravity brought her down upon him, her hunger grew, and she sought his lips once again, while her fingers dug into his solid arms. She was on fire, and he knew it.

"It is a fucking shame you are dressed, Sabirah. I love the sight of your nakedness as I fuck you."


“Next time, you’ll have to set aside more time,” she answered, panting softly. "Just fuck me, Marsdan, please... I've missed you," she implored in a labored, lusty tone.

She didn’t wait for the invitation. Sabirah rocked her hips forward, grinding down upon him and keeping him deep into her tightening channel. She tossed her head back and moaned out. No onlooker would have guessed she ruled an empire…

 

[a_libertine]

Sabirah's head rolled back in her ecstasy and Marsdan attacked mercilessly. His mouth clamped down on the lower third and he sucked while his tongue flicked up and down, coating it with his saliva. He began sucking as he licked her, and felt part of her throat pass his teeth.

Her ass rode across his legs as she undulated on his cock, waggling it back and forth, touching each spot inside her. His hands latched onto her hips and his knuckles turned white as he held onto her for dear life.

He felt his balls begin to boil in the need to fill her with his seed, and his mind immediately shut the sensation down. Way too early to fill her. He moved his right hand from her hip and trailed it up her thigh.

He balled his hand into a fist, and planted it at the base of his cock, one of his knuckled pressing against her clit. As she rotated her hips, he felt her weight pressing against his hand, her clit smashing against her pelvis.

Letting go of her throat, he whispered, "Not yet, Sabirah, wait for me, wait to cum with me."

 

[plightofsabine]

He said not yet…It was a struggle to contain the pleasure that was quickly overtaking her, and Sabirah slowed her movements when she felt him reign her in. Her quick breaths flowed easily across her lips and she leaned forward to pull at his bottom lip. She groaned deeply in protest.

Her nails pressed into the flesh of his shoulders, and when she realized what she was doing, she slowly eased her grip. Sabirah took the momentary pause as a chance to just enjoy the exquisite sensations Marsdan caused. It was as if she could hear and feel each breath…feeling her wild heartbeat matching his. She could feel him throbbing against her tight, conforming walls.

What was the hurry? Why did she feel such a desperate urgency right in this moment? They had an entire lifetime to enjoy the fruits of desire.

When she released his lip, she nipped down his chin lightly in response. She had felt his teeth on her and she wanted to repay him for the pleasure…her teeth grazed his neck lightly as she writhed against him, brushing her aroused nipples against him through the thin garment she wore.

She whispered softly, “I would do anything for you.”

 

[a_libertine]

Marsdan looked into Sabirah's eyes as he asked, "Anything?" He saw the truth of anything in them and said, "I will claim that when I desire to. "

He pressed his hips up into her slightly more and gasped as the head of his cock hit her cervix. He grabbed on her her legs and moved it to the other side of the chair then cupped both legs as he stood.

He pulled out and set her down so her feet were on the floor and her head was in the chair he just vacated. Flipping her skirts over her back he moved behind her and mounted her again. His knuckles turned white as his finger dug into her hips and he forcefully began to fuck her. The sound of his hips slamming into her ass quickly filled the chamber. Her juices flew off of her and his balls as they slammed against her clit and back against his legs.

He hammered her to the edge of their Orgasms and he moaned out, "Swear it Sabirah, swear anything and everything is mine."

As she did, he rimmed his way home one more time and with the head of his cock smashed against her cervix came unlike any orgasm he felt before.

 

[plightofsabine]

Sabirah screamed out in pleasure; it was a more common sound coming from these apartments and most notably only in the presence of Marsdan. The guards outside stood stoically; oblivious to the sounds of the inner chamber.

Sabirah's cervix was sensitive, but when he brushed it, it gave her the most incredible sensation she could possibly imagine. It was like a deep rooted tingle at her very core. Sabirah rocked her hips in such a way to keep him deep and wedged tight within as Marsdan pushed the both of them to orgasm. When he finally slowed, her inner thighs were coated with hot, sticky cream – the results of their spontaneous copulation. It was a grand, fitting end to their need-filled moment.

She was still gasping to catch her breath, even with him stilled and resting within her. She would have given thanks to all the forces of nature had she had the breath to, and she rose up from her forearms to her hands, her forehead rising from the seat cushion.

When he eventually slipped from her tight, contracting canal, and he came to be seated once again in the chair, Sabirah gracefully slipped to her knees between his thighs and began the slow process of cleaning him. Her tongue and lips worshiped his flesh as if tasting him for the very first time, as if time itself stood still. Her warm breath washed over him like a blanket and she suckled him firmly, but gently until the last vestiges of their copulation were gone. Sabirah pressed her lips lovingly to the shaft of his cock and then to his inner thigh before lifting her chin to expose the features of her face to him.

Then she swore it again. He had her mind, her body and her heart. Anything and everything she could possibly give him was his. It wasn't a statement left strictly in the heat of lusting pleasure, thought it was certainly easy to do. She would say it many times from this day forward and she looked forward to it.

Meanwhile at Lord Hadad’s residence…

He waved his man away as the young woman stood sobbing against his broad chest.

“It can’t be all that bad, my girl,” he soothed, as he continued to rub up and down her back.

When Farah finally got her emotions back under control, she blinked several times, wiping tears from them with a soft handkerchief she had in her pocket.

“Oh, but it is. It most certainly is,” Farah responded. “You don’t understand yet, but the Queen has it in her head that You are partly responsible for some things going on,” she explained, still dabbing her eyes.

“What do you mean?” Amir Hadad pressed, pursing his lips in thought.

“Well, with your earlier issues, and the Lord Moren’s ridiculous assault on the Queen, she has you and he tied together in some grand scheme,” the blonde woman explained further. Farah wasn't making a great deal of sense, but what Amir could piece together with the information he already had, he gained a better picture.

“They intend to arrest you the next opportunity they have,” Farah spilled and began a whole new round of sobs against his chest.

His mind started to spin. How could he use this to gain some advantage? Should he just show up? Did he have to escape? Amir Hadad’s mind started to process the possibilities. The Queen couldn’t possibly have any hard evidence against him. That’s it. He would just face the charges directly.

He pulled the sobbing woman from him once again. “No need for all this sobbing, now stop,” he commanded firmly. Farah pulled herself together once more and stepped back from him.

“What do you intend to do?” she asked.

“I’m going to face the charge, that’s what. If they have some proof, which I suspect they don’t, then it will all come out in the wash at that time. My name will be cleared and I’ll be clear to enter the tournament in just a few weeks time,” he answered calmly.

The mousey shadow slipped back from the entrance of the entry way and quietly made his escape out the back. So the Master was going to become the hunted and he was just going to walk up the steps to that end? Interesting. Joss hadn’t expected that, but it was all the better. He was going to enjoy watching this part of the show.

 

[a_libertine]

It was simply the most beautiful sight Marsdan ever saw. His queen on her knees between his legs licking their combined juices from him and swearing anything. This time it was no impassioned vow without weight or merit. This was a reasoned and thought out declaration.

He looked down at her and stroked her face gently. "that is a vow I will hold you to for the entirety of your life."

When Sabirah finished cleaning his cock, balls and thighs he pulled her up into his lap. "By now I would guess a lot of the castle knows that you have a lover, and a few can guess whom."

He caressed her thigh under the dress, "While that posses problems, no one is going to raise too much of a stink that the queen they just married is not a virgin. They will be drunk with power at being the king."

He cut her objection off, "Yes I know the plan is for me to win the tournament. You and I both know that things can happen between now and then."

A knock on the door interrupted the conversation as Nehori stuck his head in. "Pardon me master, but you are requested at the council."

Marsdan made a face then lifted Sabirah up as he stood and placed her in the chair. "I will see you in court, my queen."

 

[plightofsabine]

Sabirah never once courted the idea of Marsdan not ending up as the ultimate winner in the tournament. She never planned for that. His statement just then struck her. She would just have to find a way to make that happen. There was much at stake for both her, and for the participants. Each would be vying for a chance of a lifetime – to have a chance at the power of the throne. She had to see Navar, first thing.

In the Secretary’s Office…

“So it’s all set then? He’s going to come forward and face the music?” Navar asked.

“Joss would never lie… Joss heard it himself…” the mousey man responded.
“This works in my favor. If he comes forward, this will eliminate a major competitor in the tournament. Not only can I turn him over to the guard, but it brings me into the Queen’s favor,” he murmured, considering his options.
“You can’t run in the tournament, remember?” Joss reminded him.

“I know. I don’t have to compete. All I have to do is make myself indispensible,” Navar answered.

It wasn’t long before the Queen was at the door to Navar’s office. She had come straight from her chambers, from the arms of her lover, because she felt this just couldn’t wait. Joss had managed to shrink back into the shadows before she saw him. Navar bowed. “Good morning, my Queen.”

“I need you to check on a few things,” she told him, sitting in the nearest chair.

“What do you have in mind?” he asked her.

“I want to see the computations on the chances of the 5 most powerful participants in the Empire. I want to see what happens if any of them fail. Can you do that?”

“Yes my Queen, I can give you a rough estimate if you like. It will take a short while to get the facts together, do you want me to bring them to you?” he asked.

“Please” came the answer.

Sabirah skipped all else and headed to the throne room and taking her seat upon her traditional seat, she took a moment to wonder if anyone would notice what she had done, or was it still only she that noticed? Could they notice the scent difference? Was it like shouting out her deeds to the world? Hopefully not. Sabirah felt the remnants of cum slowly dripping down her inner thighs, reminding her of those sweet moments of earlier.

She clapped her hands as she sat in her normal chair. “What do we have for today?” she inquired of the group.