Highness

[a_libertine]

Marsdan kissed her cheek and said, "I had not planned on leaving that time, but it seemed best to get some distance between me and the council until the tournament started."

He was about to ask something, his mouth open, when he heard an insistent pecking sound at the window. Looking toward it, he saw the owl on the window sill. He clambered out of the bed and cracked the window open, and asked, "What?"

The owl looked at him as if it didn't understand and tried to press into the room. Marsdan shook his head, saying, "I don't trust you quite that much. Wait in my chambers, I will be there in the morning.

Closing the window he returned to the bed and smiled at her quizzical look. "That is a mage that purports to be an ally. Not sure yet, but it might be best to keep them close until such time I know what their intention is."


He crawled into the bed next to her and ran a hand along her leg until he got to her hip, which he squeezed firmly. His eyes turned lusty as he said, "I think I should make you a few items though. Items to remind you of me in those moments when you are not with me."

 

[plightofsabine]

An owl?

Sabirah not only gave him the quizzical look, but when he revealed the bird was a mage, she realized she had up until now, simply dismissed the powers of the mages as just being a simple tool or gift. No, there was much more to the power of a mage than simply using their skills for whatever the empire needed. It struck her like a stone wall. If a mage could transform into seemingly innocent animals, what else could they do?

“Marsdan…be careful with them. Soon, very soon, you’ll be in a precarious position. There will be no friends in this. There will only be others who will want something for you, or will try to take something from you.” She was in no way pretending to be more wise than another, but she had an honest concern regarding his safety, though selfish it was.

When she was done being serious, another notion struck her and a smile formed on her face. She didn’t just want something, she wanted him. She watched as he crawled back into bed, feeling his hand glide up her slender, toned leg and come to rest on her hip. When his eyes met hers, he felt her tremble. Her fingers trailed down his chest as she wondered just what he had in mind when he said he would make a few things. Her past experience was to never try to guess, because inevitably, Marsdan came up with something she did not expect.

Sabirah wriggled playfully, but in the end, she pulled him closer. As they lay there, she couldn’t help but to admire him. She knew every feature of his face, the line in his forehead that appeared every time he raised his brow, and the way he pressed his lips together when he was deep in thought. His black hair was in stark contrast to his striking blue eyes – the eyes that captured her attention every time she looked at him. He was so passionate about learning and gaining strength. He probably had some interesting goals, too. There was so much more to learn, to see, to experience together she figured it was impossible to draw a line and say they did it all. Sabirah’s dark eyes glimmered with excitement. Together, they would do great things.

“Just what do you have in mind?” she asked curiously.

 

[a_libertine]

He felt Sabirah tremble at his touch, from desire or anticipation he didn't know. He did know that fear was not the source.

He allowed his fingers to slowly caress her ass cheek as he listened to her question and in response he gave a smile indicating he had no intention of revealing what was on his mind.

Instead he focused on the owl. "Yeah, I know that he or she has an agenda, but I don't know what. All I know is that so far they have done me no harm that I can tell. At least not yet."

Leaning his head over he kissed her nipple lightly them nibbled on it a moment. "I am already accustomed to everyone wanting something from you; it comes with the territory of being an arch-mage."

He felt his pulse picking up its pace and blood pumping into his loins. Marsden moved his hand from her hip to between Sabirah's legs and he fondled her sex. "The real question is what is our time table now? One of these nights or days I will end up impregnating you. Whomever you select for your King is going to be more than a little upset marrying a queen full with another man's baby."

 

[plightofsabine]

Just as she figured, her concerns were not unknown to him. They were, as was indicated, all a part of his existence. It didn’t make her worry any less, but it did give her confidence he kept his back to the wall.

It was no surprise Marsdan refused to give her the slightest glimmer into his mind and she accepted his tactics with the grace he had become accustomed to. She gave him a pretty little pout and that was the end of that.

Her fingers slipped through the strands of his hair when his mouth found the tender flesh of her nipple and she could feel the swelling of the nub begin. The flesh surrounding it constricted offering it a pedestal on which to remain. She released a soft breath, enjoying the touch.

The swell of her flesh was only surpassed by the swell of her desire when she felt his body shift and his hand slip to the pink resting at the apex of her legs. The warmth of his hand was a reminder of his possession. As if she would ever consider any other. The thought was preposterous. He was probably teasing her to action anyways, she still needed to announce her choice. All had seen Marsdan victorious and this left few protestations in the wake.

“The timeline is whatever we want to make it, but the sooner the better. Tomorrow! The day after that! Or the day after that!" she exclaimed.

"I made my choice long before today, and I have every intention of seeing it through. You know my father’s goals, and you know our capabilities. You, more than any other, understand what we must do, the enemies we face every day. None can question your prowess, your quick mindedness, or your ability to work through complex issues. You have served the empire loyally, and as much as any other noble. I need you, Marsdan. I am yours and I don’t want any other. I need you in my bed. I want to be by your side. I want to bear your children. Be King. Accept it as your hard-earned right. Please don’t shackle me to someone else and leave me wanting and needing you. I couldn’t tolerate it,” she answered in pleading tones.

“I will announce it to the whole world tomorrow if I must, starting with the nobles perched high on their chairs around my table. Just please say you will. Marry me, Marsdan, and take your place as King. Help me see to the future of the Empire, to leave a legacy behind for the children. Take what is rightfully yours,” she said, pulling him down to her and into another heated, lingering kiss.

 

[a_libertine]

He listened to Sabirah and as her pleading became more heart felt and almost desperate he hardened more and more. By the time she pulled him into a kiss that was every bit as needful as her soliloquy had been, he was as hard as magically reinforced steel.

It was a presentation that no man in his right mind would say no to. Yet Marsdan was prepared to just that. He rolled on top of Sabirah his hard cock trapped between their bodies. The lips of her sex were forced open slightly as his manhood settled between them.

His face was inches above hers and his eyes burned bright with possessive love for her. Still he shook his head, "No. I will not be your king."

He saw the shock, hurt, fear, and an inkling of anger in her eyes as he continued. "I will be subservient to no one including you my love. I will be your Emperor, your master, and you shall be my queen, my submissive."

He rolled his hips back and down placing the head of his cock at the snug opening of her sex, "Is that acceptable to you?"

 

[plightofsabine]

Her desperate pleas had rung in her ears and in her mind. She had never, ever, pleaded so earnestly. Nor had she ever considered what it meant to give up her place behind her father. Did she really think he would be satisfied just being with her? She almost regretted the plea. That was, until his gaze captured hers.

His striking gaze held her fast and Sabirah started to pant softly. She could feel his weight pinning her to the bed, reinforcing his position over her and intensified the quickening in her veins. Sabirah couldn’t argue with all the reasons he would say no. There was that moment she what unsure of what would be, but it was a fleeting moment as Marsdan provided a counter offer.
As the counter offer sunk in her arousal trickled down her sensitive flesh and coating the head of his cock. The nature of their relationship would not allow him to be anything less than what he was, and the fact he would simply not settle for anything less nearly caused her to orgasm right there.

She had promised him everything.

Her soft pink lips parted and she articulated her response in simple fashion, “Yes, I promised you everything and everything you shall have.”

The empire needed a strong leader and though she was a daughter of the dynasty, she was but a woman. For a woman to hang on to the power of the empire she would need to lose her heart and it was quite clear Sabirah was not willing, nor capable of the sacrifice. She would place it in his hands and be at peace with her decision.

 

[a_libertine]

God's the heat of her pussy was radiating like the molten stone loafer a fireball had just exploded and it got only hotter and hotter as she considered all he said. He saw her answer in her eyes before it made it to her mouth.

She acquiesced to his demand for dominance, supremacy, in all facets of their relationship even that as King and queen instead of Queen and king.

It was the natural order of life for Marsdan. Even when he served the old Emperor it was from a position of undeniable authority and power. Even those generals closest to the Emperor came around eventually and saw things from the way Marsdan had painted them.

As the reality sank into her, Marsdan filled her with his staff. A slow yet powerful thrust as inexorable as the rise of the sun, he pressed forward until he filled her pussy as completely as any other time.

Yet this time carried more.

It held all the promise of a future together. Of an Empire they would continue to carve out of this continent and any other they could logistically reach.

His stroke stayed slow and steady. His powerful hips raising and falling in a steady rythm matching his heart beat. As his heart beat faster his hips slowly picked up speed. His eyes locked on hers. The nearly impossible combination of warmth and icy resolve shone in them.

His hands were on her shoulders, pinning her helplessly to the bed as he claimed his rightful place. A place on top of her, and by extension on top of the Star Empire.

 

[plightofsabine]

Sabirah began to move with him again, her body arching, grinding and begging for more. Her pulse strengthened, each subsequent thrust driving her harder and deeper into the bed. She could still hear his voice, his words, echoing in the back of her mind as he exerted his dominance over her.

He was Emperor, and master over her. A host of butterflies rustled in the depths of her belly, and the heat of her body grew. Sabirah started to pant.

Sabirah could only compare this moment to their first night together. She had been vulnerable then, open, and needy for him. When he claimed her for the first time, the euphoric bliss had remained with her for days after. She was no less vulnerable now, but perhaps maybe a little more so. It was a feeling that washed over her every moment she was with Marsdan, and one she desperately clung to when he was away.

His gaze was intensely beautiful and she felt him grip her soul. Her love and devotion was as tangible as her touch and reflected as deeply in her gaze as his resolve in his.

“Emperor and master” she gasped out, panting harder. He felt her tense around him. She couldn’t have said that to anyone else. She was made for him, to submit to his every desire. She knew it as much as he did. Soon, the world would come to terms with it also.

 

[a_libertine]

Her confession almost caused him to stop. The sound of the word, "Master" coming from her lips sent a torrent of fire through his body from ears to cock. He didn't cum, but he felt himself harden just a little more. A little thicker, maybe a little longer and oh so much more potent.

His hips fired up and down, slamming his stiff member deep into the pussy he now owned, if he hadn't previously. His pelvis ground against her clit with each stroke before sliding his cock into her fully.

Her hot wet folds clutched at him, as if she were drowning and he the only hope for survival she had.

His hands slid closer together as he thrust again and again until the thumbs met over her throat. Holding her down by her throat he picked up the pace and power of his love making; trying to drive his cock through her body.

As he came, a roar erupted from his throat as he fired down one last time, burying himself balls deep in Sabirah, "Mine," he sighed as he lowered to kiss her.

 

[plightofsabine]

My Stars! He was powerful. Every time they came together, the intensity of their lovemaking seemed to climb. The more aggressive he was, the more she needed to yield. The scent of their mating permeated her senses.

She felt his stiff, thick member driven hard into again and again, and with it, driving his possession of her deep into her eager, hungry body. The walls of her body constricted around him, pulling him impossibly deeper. She was already tight, having been opened just for him, but it seemed as he swelled further, her body protested his girth at times, his demanding thrusts forcing her to accommodate him. Her cries were pleading, desperately passionate, and filled with her need for him. It was hard to believe he had just shortly before, brought her to her peak. It was if her appetite for him had no end, as if it had been her who had been separated from him for a year’s time.

When he reached for her throat she raised her chin, offering her neck to him, and her inner monologues disappeared, enticing her out of her mind and back into her body. She felt every sensation that washed over her, heard every expressive grunt, and her body exploded around him as his thick, potent seed rushed purposefully into her fertile womb, coating it as he claimed her again. He would have her in every way a man could.

"Mine," he sighed as he lowered to kiss her.

Her body glistened with their combined sweat and the excess fluids dribbled down from around his cock. Her lips were as sweet as the moment he had kissed her for the first time and she deepened that kiss, filled with all the love and desire he had harnessed for himself.

Sabirah moaned deeply and softly as she came down from the euphoric, blissful state he had sent her to, breaking the kiss slowly. She clung to her lord and master, wanting to always be filled with him, whether it was with his cock or with his child.

“Tell me again,” she pleaded softly.

 

[a_libertine]

Marsdan leaned forward his teeth catching her bottom lip and he bit down on it, not quite hard, yet far from softly. "Mine," he reiterated, "my submissive, mine, and only mine."

His mouth moved up, kissing her deeply his tongue invading her mouth much like his cock had recently raided her sex. His kiss became no less insistent or needy as minute after minute passed. Grinding his hips down his pelvis ground against her clit.

His needs, physical and emotional, were deeper than he would have ever guessed and part of his mind stored the thought away for future consideration. The moment, this moment, of hre complete submission to his will and needs swept the thought away.

He slowly broke the kiss and looked down into her eyes. "Do you think you can rouse the beast once more this night?"

 

[plightofsabine]

Marsdan leaned forward his teeth catching her bottom lip and he bit down on it, not quite hard, yet far from softly. "Mine," he reiterated, "my submissive, mine, and only mine."

Yes she was. Every time he reiterated it, it excited her that much more.

This was no request, no plea, and no coaxing. There was no such thing in this moment. This was simply the truth. Not even her mind could rightfully protest his claim, nor did she wish to. Sabirah felt her pulse strengthen, quickening again. When those words came out of Marsdan’s mouth, they turned her soft. She could deny him nothing. She felt a tremor race from the base of her neck and down her spine, migrating to the juncture of her legs. She groaned deeply.

His mouth moved up, kissing her deeply his tongue invading her mouth much like his cock had recently raided her sex. His kiss became no less insistent or needy as minute after minute passed. Grinding his hips down his pelvis ground against her clit.

Her mouth yielded under the kiss, her tongue stroking against his and little by little he reinforced his will over her. Her heart pounded in her chest. Sabirah enjoyed the possessive, primal connection they had established, and as his kiss remained insistent, she remained open and willing for him. It wouldn’t take him long to discover the fact she was still in a state of readiness for him.

His needs, physical and emotional, were deeper than he would have ever guessed and part of his mind stored the thought away for future consideration. The moment, this moment, of her complete submission to his will and needs swept the thought away.

He slowly broke the kiss and looked down into her eyes. "Do you think you can rouse the beast once more this night?"

Her dark eyes glimmered with seductive mischief. Her lips still felt his kiss even as they parted from hers. It wasn’t an issue to rouse a beast. It was containing the beast that was the challenge and right now, in this moment, she felt the beast that was his dominance would unquestionably take every ounce that was her. Her appetite was far from suppressed, and the more he took, the more she gave. Then, a spark of an idea brushed the edges of her consciousness.

She purred softly and deeply, nipping teasingly down his chin and neck as long as he allowed her to. Her voice, soft and subtle, reached his ear alone.

“There is nothing I would rather do, than to serve your pleasure in any and all ways,” she answered, clinging more tightly to him, “Master…” she breathed.

It wasn’t as if the word was taboo, but it wasn’t a word that would come out of her mouth in relation to any with her atop the Star Empire. It wasn't a term she would have used in public. But she had now given it all to Marsdan, who ruled not only her heart and her soul, but was at the forefront of her mind now. He was, at this moment, her sole purpose for existing.

“Stay with me…Love me,” she pleaded, “fill me with your thick, turgid cock, make me beg for you. Please Master, I beg you. I am so hungry for you.”

Her pleas were as much a need as those she expressed. She could not explain the depth of what she was feeling, only that it felt urgent and desperate, as much as the air she needed to breathe. It was as if she could have reverted to the basic animalistic nature of their species. As if she was perpetual heat. So much, it took her breath from her and she started to pant softly.

Before she could receive his response, she had physically toppled him and found herself straddling him. Her dark mane tumbled down covering her breasts, but as she looked down at him under her now, he could see her labored, aroused breathing as her chest rose and fell. She rested her palms on his broad chest and shifted her hips, brushing her soaked pussy lips up and down his cock, her skin taking on a subtle glow about it.

She knew it had been a gamble, and the sudden surprise in his face let her know it was not something he would expected from the woman who surrendered to him. She saw the look and she leaned down to him, her breasts brushing over his chest. Sabirah tugged his lip gently with her teeth, kissing his firm lips… murmuring so low it was also a whisper…”Let me please you, Master. Let me entice your senses, allow me to show you how much I need you,” she begged further.

He had, up to this point, always taken control of their love making, whether it was a quick, hard rutting or it was a long night of slow, expressive loving. She wanted to give more. Sabirah waited, her pulse still strong and quickened through her veins. She looked down at Marsdan and waited to see what he would decide.

 

[a_libertine]

Marsdan looked up at Sabirah, her black hair cascading down around his torso. He looked up into her emerald eyes as his hands cupped her heavy breasts, squeezing firmly.

He held her gaze as he felt her nipples hardening in the palms of his hands. Her warm wet core rested on his semi turgid member. Slowly he nodded, "Show me Sabirah. Show me your love and devotion."

Her hips rolled a little smearing her quim along his length. "Love me," he ordered softly.

 

[plightofsabine]

She needed no other urging other than his approval. She had waited for this day, this moment, to show him how much he moved her. How much she loved him. Sabirah wanted him to feel all the delights her touch could bring and hopefully stir his body awake once again.

She smiled warmly when he gave his order. It was all she ever wanted to do, from the moment he knelt in front of her to now and beyond. Sabirah leaned forward once again, pressing her warm body up against him as she kissed his lips. This time, her kiss was gentle at first, lingering as it grew in intensity. Her tongue slipped across his bottom lip to seek the warmth of his tongue, and only when he decided to respond did she deepen the kiss. It was as if she breathed her very soul into him. A gentle purr resonated from her, expressing her pleasure.

The tendrils of her hair tickled over Marsdan’s skin as Sabirah caressed his flesh with her lips, making her way down his chin, to his neck and further down his chest. Her kisses were light, relaxing, until she decided to employ her tongue and teeth. She nipped at the flesh of his chest lightly, teasing it to awareness as she slowly moved down his sculpted body. She couldn’t believe the differences – how his body had transformed. It was something she reveled in. She nipped, sucked and licked across the surface of his skin, worshiping his body as only she could. She could taste the salt on his skin a she suckled the point where his torso merged into his hip. Her tongue explored, trailing over his hairline just beneath his navel, enjoying the flinching of his body when she grazed over a tender spot and coaxing a smile from her lips.

She could feel his hands wrapped in her hair, hearing his restrained moans and knew he was enjoying her attempts. The more she pleased him, the more aroused she became. With her ass in the air, she shivered deeply. She had never been in this position, but she most assuredly enjoyed it. Her lips dared to go lower, trailing down to his pelvis, but carefully avoiding his now hardening shaft. Her hot breath washed over the skin and her tongue trailed down to the juncture of his legs. He found her mouth exploring his most sensitive areas and felt her body start to tremble. Her small hands rested on his inner thighs, pushing them apart, and her tongue snaked from between her lips to tease his flesh, tasting him, now and then flicking across the moistened flesh of his staff. She released another deep purr. All she wished was for him to feel the pleasure. To know she would do anything to make that happen.

 

[a_libertine]

It was incredible. The sensations that Sabirah coaxed from his body as she worked her mouth and tongue down his body. A trail of fire followed her mouth, tongue, and teeth filling his heart, soul, and cock, with a burning need for this woman who worshipped him so.

As her mouth arrived near his cock, Marsdan was sure that he would get rwlief feom this most exquisite torture and ahe would swallow him and be filled by his cum. It was not to be as her torturous path continued down his right thigh toward his knee cap. Sabirah continued to nip at his flesh punctuating the kisses and licks.

Further and further from his cock she kissed and licked eventually he settled into a place of ultimate arousal and relaxation. He could feel precum oozing down his cock from his piss slit . With each kiss nibble and lick Marsdan felt his body quiver in a soulful hunger.

 

[plightofsabine]

Marsdan’s need for release did not escape Sabirah. She had played around long enough. The quivering in Marsdan’s body reminded her that his discipline only extended the length of his patience. Sabirah was attuned to him and without another thought, her tongue slipped from between her moist, supple lips and drew up the length of his balls.

There was nothing as seductive as having a woman between one’s legs. This was a lesson she had learned some time ago when she happened upon the blacksmith in the midst of being pleasured. She was fascinated really, by the slow care the woman took as she aroused the man. Sabirah remembered the flush of heat that entered her cheeks and the tingling warmth she found between her legs. The moment had excited her. Though Sabirah had not had the opportunity to practice such skill, it was something she would remember, and did, now that she was between her lover’s thighs.

Sabirah bathed his balls with her tongue, the scent of his musk filling her senses. Each stroke of her tongue left a hot, wet trail and she could feel him start to stir. The ministrations of her mouth so close to his thickened member kept him twitching reactively, and when he stilled the moment presented itself.
Her lips slipped down his shaft, her tongue lashing out around him. Like an inferno, the heat of her mouth wrapped around him seeking to consume him. Though she had teased him, she really only wanted him to feel as wonderful as she did. Each stroke down his shaft renewed her goal to pleasure him. The taste of his pre-cum was sweet on her tongue and when she heard his breaths become more labored, she refused to stop. Sabirah worked his cock earnestly, sucking and licking to her heart’s content. It was her desire to coax another orgasm from him and if she was true to her mettle, she would manage it before they both passed out in exhaustion.

 

[a_libertine]

Her tongue slid across his piss slit and aent a shiver theough Marsdan. His handa were twined in her hair and he guided her up and down. When her mouth left his cock he moaned in disappointment which disappeared as she kiseed down his cock until she sucked a heavy nut sack into her mouth.

His groan grew more feral as she moved from ball to ball, all the while stroking his member with a firmness that was somehow gentle and soft. An nearly overwhelming urge to fuck Sabirah's throat vigorously washed over him and he barely suppressed it.

She wanted to show him pleasure and he would allow it. "Yessss, slave, show your master your adoration for him."

Her lips moved up to the base of his shaft and another groan escaped him as she aeemed intent on sucking blood from him.