Highness

[a_libertine]

Sabirah began quivering and shaking, her orgasm growing more and more likely with each stroke. Her pussy began to milk his cock much like he imagined a babe would suckle a teat. The intensity of the shared moment.

His universe consisted entirely of her clutching pussy, and a pair of eyes he loved so well. Her mouth shaped an O and then spread out in an elongated moan of pleasure.

As her orgasm roared from her body, his cock fired salvo after salvo of his white hot juice deep into her. His voice boomed in an uncharacteristic vocalization of his pleasure, his need, and his fulfillment. As he pressed his hips in, keeping his cock as deep in her as possible, he kissed each of her ankles.

Marsdan released her legs and pulled her up to him, kissing her deeply.

"We have so much to do, Sabirah," he whispered to her. He sat in the chair and pulled her into his lap. "Tell me about today."

 

[plightofsabine]

She really had no desire to talk about business after having been sent essentially into the ethereal bliss. Sabirah didn’t want to come down from that. She wrapped her arms around his neck when he pulled her into his lap. She could still feel him, though their bodies had parted moments ago. Still, she humored him.

“Yes, we have so much to do,” she responded, “and I love the fact you’re taking a personal interest,” she continued, teasing him. “So today, what shall I tell you about today…” she pondered momentarily.

“Well, I did manage to have someone get on building a tournament, so that is being addressed.” Sabirah paused again.

“Then there was Lord Moren that happened to stop in. Not sure why he chose to approach me, but he was acting a little strange. Almost too eager. I figured he’s been a little stressed with all the additional work that has been piled on him. Then of course were the petitions and that took up most of the day. I think I managed to cover it all. I’m summarizing, of course.” She answered.

“Tomorrow I will release Lord Hadad from his three days of confinement, so I’m sure he’ll be a bit sour with me after that. Other than that, I think that is largely my day. Of course the highlight of my day is to see you.” Sabirah smiled and hugged him close.

She suddenly pulled back from him. Sabirah released her grip from around his neck and her hands slid down his shoulders and down his chest. A soft purr escaped her lips. It just wasn’t possible. She could feel the difference of his toned frame from yesterday to today. “What have you done?” she asked curiously.

 

[a_libertine]

Marsdan looked down at the expanse that was now his chest. The small man boobs were gone, as was the small roll of flab in his arms and under his chin. His hands had calluses now, and his grip was much firmer than before.

"Yeah, about that," he began. "You see, there is a place where mages with sufficient power can go for extra training. Normally it is used for additional magical training, I am using it for training with swords and armor."

He felt her tense. "I talked to the mages council today about it, and while I didn't receive their blessing, I did receive their non interference."

He leaned in and kissed her breast still covered by her dress. "At least they didn't press too much to the why or what my anchor was."

The confusion was clear on her face, and Marsdan expounded, "An anchor is something that compels us to come back. Something so tangible so necessary to our life that with out it, we cannot seem to breathe."

 

[plightofsabine]

Sabirah could feel the firmness of his muscles under his robes. It just made her want him even more. He was both intellectually and physically strong and that was attractive to her. She ran her fingertips across his shoulders and down his chest. She was enjoying the changes and even went so far to wonder what he looked like under that robe now.

“What is your anchor?” she asked him. She had never heard the term used in that way before, and Marsdan’s explanation piqued her curiosity.

She could only hope that when the time would come, the mages would choose to continue not to interfere. Sabirah couldn’t imagine having to stop being with him. Marsdan was someone she just couldn’t do without.

Sabirah shifted in his lap and she nipped at his chin before kissing him again. She loved kissing him.

 

[a_libertine]

Before Marsdan could answer, Sabirah's tongue was invading his mouth, dancing around with his tongue. As he returned her kiss, his hands roamed up her torso and around her back until he got to the strings that tied her dress together. Eye hole by eye hole he loosened the string until the back of the dress began to fall away.

He broke the kiss and yanked the dress down around her waist, muttering, "Way too much cloth. Wear simpler and thinner clothes, will you?"

He cupped both of her breasts and squeezed them firmly, rolling her nipples between his fingers. He pushed her up to her feet so that her dress cascaded to her feet, then Marsdan pulled her back onto his lap. "Perfect," he cooed. " truly believe you should run around naked all the time."

His hands played along her body as he explained, "I cannot divulge what the anchor is. Doing so to anyone puts it at risk and without it I may want to stay there more than want to return."

He looked up into her eyes and asked, "And if I stay what will you do with out me?"

 

[plightofsabine]

Sabirah clung to Marsdan now that he had effectively dispensed of the bolts of cloth she was adorned with. He posed a new question.

"And if I stay what will you do without me?"

To which she replied, “I would wither and die, of course.” She was quite serious.

“In either case, running around naked all the time is not in the cards, dearest,” she added, laughing softly.

Sabirah leaned forward and nibbled her way up his jaw line and down his neck. She loved how he responded to her. Sabirah could feel the restraint in his frame as she teased his senses. Her nipples brushed up against his chest, causing them to grow taunt once again and she caught a breath in her throat.
The sensations she felt with him were incredible. Sabirah felt the butterflies in her stomach return. She wondered if she would always feel this way when he touched her.

When she made her way back up to his ear, she whispered, “Do I get the full benefit of the results of your training?” Sabirah nipped his earlobe playfully awaiting his answer.

 

[a_libertine]

Marsdan leaned forward and sucked one of Sabirah's nipples into his mouth. He sucked on it as his tongue flicked across it, letting go long enough to whisper, "If you want to see, then strip me." He lifted her off his lap easily and set her down.

Standing he stood before her, almost preening. He spread his arms out allowing he hands to part his robe. As she cleared his shoulders, Marsdan dropped his arms and the robes fell down and pooled at his feet, getting caught up for a moment on his hardening cock.

Her eyes widened slightly at the sight before her. Not quite sporting a six pack abs, he was well on his way. His arms were thicker, stronger, and rippled with each movement of his hands and arms. His chest lost the man boobs, his pectoral muscles were taught. His ass and legs were powerful. Muscles rippling with the minutia of effort it required to stand upright.

Sitting back down he pulled her back onto his lap. His cock caught between her crotch and his stomach. "I wonder if rigorous exercise makes that bigger too," he mused. He looked up at her, shrugging his shoulders, "No matter. There is a spell for that too if needed."

 

[plightofsabine]

She had been eager to see what he had done. When she finally gazed upon him, she couldn’t believe the results. The tone of his muscles had shown all the hard work. The level of fitness in his body defied her logic. It should have taken months to shape his muscles to this point. Sabirah was amazed. He could hold his own faced against most of the battle-hardened men of the empire. Admittedly, any woman would be insane not to want him, to spread her legs for him. Sabirah let out a slow breath as her fingers glided gently over his shoulders.

“You are a sight to behold. I’ll have women of all sorts storming the gates of the palace just to petition the court in order to catch a glimpse or a word from you.”

She wrapped her arms about his neck once again, closing off the distance between their two bodies. He could feel the beat of her heart quickening as she rested there on his lap. She was fighting her desire to explore him. Though his physical form was pleasing it wasn’t what attracted her to him in the first place.

"I wonder if rigorous exercise makes that bigger too," he mused. He looked up at her, shrugging his shoulders, "No matter. There is a spell for that too if needed."

Sabirah’s eyes grew wide once again. My Stars! She thought. He needed no spells… no enhancements to his natural attributes. She was perfectly happy with the way he was.

She answered back in her own jovial tone, “I don’t think that’s quite necessary – when you’re buried in me to the base of your shaft I can nearly feel you clear up to my neck!” Sabirah laughed softly. “I have issues slaking my thirst for you as it is. You would handicap me further…”

Sabirah leaned forward and pressed her lips to his, gently nibbling upon his lip until his lips began to part. When they did, her tongue delved into his mouth, seeking his tongue in a searing kiss. She had never felt the level of intensity she was experiencing now. Perhaps it was because their intimacy was new. Then again, maybe it was that connection she felt. Whatever it was, it was intense, passionate and deeply rooted within her.

She lingered, enjoying the taste of him and when her logic finally broke through, she pulled back. “We’ll never get anything done at this rate.”

 

[a_libertine]

Marsdan nodded in agreement. "What was Lord Moren doing? Wasn't he garrisoned with the city watch?"

Marsdan was concerned. Moren was a dependable and normally predictable sort. Historically he stayed out of imperial politics who advanced in the court because when he was assigned a task it was easy to know what he was going to do to finish and what the results would be. He didn't act out of the norm he didn't do new things when the old worked.

This was new. New was bad when it cane to Moren or any other Lord lord at this point.

While he was thinking, Marsdan ' s hands absently caressed and teased Sabirah. As he came back to the here and now he swatted her ass gently, teasingly reprimanding her, "Stop wiggling, it is distracting when I am thinking."

"First thing is to figure out who is behind him. This is not a move he would be able to talk himself into normally. It is a play too far beyond his grasp. If he isn't being backed into this by someone then they truly think you will be a puppet monarch. "

"Second, we need that funeral procession to hurry the hells up. The longer it takes the bolder potential claimants will become.

"And third, I need to finish the training in the red wastes. Once that is done we can try to hasten the tournament which I doubt we can."

He lifted Sabirah up and settled her down onto his cock slowly impaling her. "Your thoughts? "

 

[plightofsabine]

A low groan passed her lips as his cock disappeared within her inch by inch. Her tight channel tightened around him and she had some difficulty putting any thought to words. It took a moment for her to recover her voice.

“I can assure you I am not nor will ever be a puppet monarch,” she replied as she stilled.

“As for Lord Moren and anyone such as him, they will soon reveal themselves and one by one, will be dealt with accordingly. The funeral procession can only take as direct a route as the lay of the land demands, unless you have a better solution, we must wait.”

Sabirah shifted in his lap grinding down against him.

“I hope the training you speak of doesn’t keep you away from me, long,” she added with a playful twinkle in her eye.

 

[a_libertine]

His hands ranged up her torso until he got to her breasts. He fondled them as he flexed his ass cheeks driving his cock a little deeper into her. "Not so long that you will notice. When you go to bed I will go, and be back in the morning."

He kissed her as Sabirah continued to grind her hips down, causing his cock to gyrate a little within her. He tweaked her nipples while nuzzling her neck. Their bodies moved in time with each other.

He grabbed his robes off the floor and tore a length off the bottom. "Put your hands behind your back," he whispered.

As she did, he bound them together in the small of her back. Holding her tight to him, Marsdan stood and Sabirah wrapped her legs around his hips, holding on. He walked across the room and pressed her against the wall. "I think I need to carry silk strands with me in the future..."

 

[plightofsabine]

The binding of her hands was a new sensation. She had never, even in play as a child, had them tied. The silk was strong and the knot held secure. She couldn't touch him at this point. It left her with a sense of vulnerability, more so than when he sank his length into her.

Her legs gripped tight around him as he moved, and his cock remained buried deep in her soft, hot body. The coolness of the wall contrasted with the heat of her skin causing goosebumps to appear across the surface of her skin and hardening her nipples all over again. It was a strange feeling to be pinned up against the wall, but it was also arousing her further.

"I think I need to carry silk strands with me in the future"

With the suggestion now implanted in her mind, she felt the sudden rush of heat course through her and her muscles contracted.

How was it that each time he touched her she felt her need for him grow? There was no way she could accept any other.

A soft whimper passed her lips. "I think you're right."

 

[a_libertine]

Not that Marsdan needed any additional motivation, but when she breathlessly whispered, "I think you're right," he felt a surge course through his body like nothing else he had experienced. Not even magic compared.

His hips began firing forcibly up into Sabirah. His balls hammered up against her ass with each of his thrusts. His mouth covered hers, tongue thrusting in, flicking around in her mouth.

He wanted, needed, to completely consume as much of her as possible. He would soon be without her for weeks while time for her remained unchanged.

Marsdan was aware that he was setting himself up for a terrible disappointment, but something within him recognized, or hoped, that she would develop the depth and breadth of emotion that he would need from her quickly.

 

[plightofsabine]

Praise the heavens and the earth. Each time his hips thrust upwards the impact to her body shook her to the core, jarring her petite form against the unmoving structure behind her. There was an intensity she couldn't explain. The rhythm he started was forceful, consuming and passionate, pummeling and stressing the very barriers she had erected out of self-preservation.

She yielded under his lips and eagerly returned his kiss with her tongue entwining with his. Every flick of his tongue demanded more and Sabirah complied. Her muffled moans vibrated in her throat and the sound floated upwards.

Her body tingled with pleasure. The heat that had welled up within her soon reached outwards slowly consuming them, spiraling around them like the coils of a snake. The impulse of wanting to use her hands was tested by the silks binding her wrists and the tenseness soon faded as she gave up her effort and relaxed her hands.

She could feel him, sense him, as if his very essence had worked its way into her. She couldn't fight something that felt so incredibly right.

 

[a_libertine]

It wasn't sex. Not that it was ever about the sex.

It was a complete submission and acceptance. Everything he took she gave, and he gave everything he had in return. The realization that there would never be another woman that could bring him this level of satisfaction on an emotional basis almost sent him over the edge.

Sabirah relaxed under the onslaught, and as she did, the pleasure increased for him, and her. Her body bounced off the wall into him, as his body slammed into her. His cock felt bigger than ever, or her pussy was tighter than any he had known. Each stroke of his cock sent wave after wave of pleasure into him through his member.

As his cock gave in to pleasure and erupted inside Sabirah, he hoaresly whispered, "Mine," as he stared into her eyes.

 

[plightofsabine]

As Marsdan erupted within her, she quaked around him. She couldn't tell where she ended and he began and the pleasure washed over her like a tsunami. When his hips finally stilled and he voiced his claim, Sabirah gasped for breath. Panting heavily, she answered with her own throaty response,"Yours."

As his gaze held hers, he could reach into hers and see the truth. There wasn't a truth more tangible than this. The barriers she had painstakingly maintained had been shattered, leaving her open and vulnerable.

Sabirah rested against the wall, still calming her breathing. She closed her eyes briefly feeling the very blood racing through her veins, willing it to slow. The silken strands caressing her wrists were barely noticeable. When she opened her eyes again, she repeated her answer.

"Yours, Love... Always, Yours."

 

[a_libertine]

Marsdan carried Sabirah back to the chair, his softening cock slipping out of her with a wet plopping sound. He settled in the chair with her in his lap, her legs spread very un - lady like manner as each knee was supported by the chair's arm causing her feet to dangle on each side of him.

It did allow Marsdan an open view of her complete beauty and glory. He mused, "Yours may be one of the least productive, but we'll fucked, monarchies of all time." He smiled at her as Marsdan pulled Sabirah's face toward his in a kiss.

His arms wrapped around Sabirah and he untied the robe remains and tossed them to the side. "Maybe I will make some toys for our use while in the Red Wastes. "

 

[plightofsabine]

She really didn't mind him carrying her around, but leaving her legs dangling over the arms of the chair was a little disconcerting. Sabirah wriggled a little, finding herself in an interesting and exposing position.

Unproductive?

Well-fucked?

Well, she couldn't exactly deny those two things today. She kissed him soundly. He was such a bold man. She loved that about him. He wasn't afraid to say what was on his mind, at least not as of late.

When her hands were finally freed, she felt her arms relax and rested them on her knees.

Now he was talking about toys. She tilted her head in curiosity.

"Toys?" That sounded interesting. Marsdan was a bundle of surprises, but he was a perfect compliment for her.

 

[a_libertine]

Marsdan smiled wickedly. "Yes toys. The nice part about having a vivid imagination, is I can come up with all kinds of things for our... entertainment."

He ran his hands over her body lightly. His fingertips barely trailing along her skin.

He sighed heavily, and said, "There are so many things we have to discuss, and barely enough time for us to spend it alone, and naked of course."

His eyes drifted off into space as he thought, his mind processing as many different variables as he could conceive. His eyes snapped down to hers as he asked, "What are you planning to do with Hadad?"

 

[plightofsabine]

His touch was light as a feather as his fingertips trailed over her skin and Sabirah shivered slightly. She released a soft breath.

Yes, she knew they had a lot to talk about. That was clear. It was taking the time to do it. She would make time, for him.

When the issue with Hadad came up, she sighed heavily.

"The man lost his mind, I think. Three days in a cell somewhere should have shook him up a bit. The fact is, he is a lord with land and title. Separating his head from his body wouldn't bring in any support, but he can't go around manhandling women, either. Especially me. I thought perhaps sending him out to bivouac with our existing forces would help shape his character a little. I don't need him back here."

"What do you think?" she asked him.

 

[a_libertine]

Marsdan slowly nodded. "If you do that make sure it is under someone you can trust. Giving him troops might give him the impression that you are apologizing for the incarceration which would be counter productive."

He shifted his weight slightly settling her crotch against his pelvis. "To could also do nothing, leaving him here at court and show him no interest or attention at all. "

He kissed Sabirah deeply his soul moaning through him into her soundlessly. "It grows late, and I have a journey to make."

 

[plightofsabine]

Marsdan slowly nodded. "If you do that make sure it is under someone you can trust. Giving him troops might give him the impression that you are apologizing for the incarceration which would be counter productive."


He shifted his weight slightly settling her crotch against his pelvis. "You could also do nothing, leaving him here at court and show him no interest or attention at all. "

"Oh I had no intention of putting troops under his control. Quite the opposite. He almost needs a babysitter. But, you do pose an interesting alternative. Showing up every day to court and being held here doing nothing certainly would leave an impression on him. I'll have to consider further. Either way, he will not be rewarded for his behavior."

He kissed Sabirah deeply his soul moaning through him into her soundlessly. "It grows late, and I have a journey to make."

She regretted him having to go, but she knew he felt it was quite necessary. Sabirah managed to get untangled from the chair and rise from her spot. She could un-kink her legs that way anyhow.

She sighed softly. "Are you going to be okay?" Sabirah stepped back and swept up her gown in her hands. "I still have a coronation to plan, and a funeral to deal with and gods know so many other things. I wish I could have it all done with tomorrow..." her voice trailed off.

They were still in the emperor's chambers. Sabirah wasn't finished here, but she would come back when she had more time. She wanted to finish going through her father's things and put more of the puzzle together.

 

[a_libertine]

Marsdan looked at her a moment, his face set in an incredulous look. "Am I okay, yes, I am fine."

He caressed her face and said, "My apprentices are at your service; use them as needed. You can also use the apprentices of most of the Council, and they are generally loyal to the throne, whomever may sit in it."

He saw her look and found it inscrutable before it passed. "You are the Queen, they will recognize that so long as you don't go on a murderous spree prior to the coronation. Even after the coronation, if you go on one, as long as you mostly leave the mages alone, they will not involve themselves in the affair."

He gave a lopsided grin, "Fair or not, the truth is most of my order wants to be left alone to conduct our research, even if the Council officially calls themselves guardians of the realm."

He pulled his robe on and looked at the length of it after he tore off the bottom. "hrmmm," he mused. Looking up, "Oh well. If anyone asks, I guess I will tell them I had to bind your hands a while."

 

[plightofsabine]

“Yes, I’m sure they’d believe you, too,” she answered flippantly. Sabirah gave him a grin.

Did she really need the assistance of the mages? Not as of yet she didn’t, but she imagined at some point where magic would tip the scales for the empire, the mages would assist as necessary.

Moren, Hadad… people like them irked her. What irked her even more was that they occupied space in the back of her mind. She would have to figure out what to do with them. Quickly.

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In the Cells

Lord Hadad paced back and forth. One more night and he’d be released. He didn’t cherish having to appear before her again. It hadn’t been accident he deliberately put himself in her path, but it was regrettable she responded the way she did. She was just the daughter of an emperor. She wasn’t anything special; a spoiled child who would gain a crown. Still, the fact he was here in this cell was proof positive she felt she deserved the elevation.

He was still nursing resentment from being left behind. He should have been out on the battlefield with the others. The emperor had always tolerated him, but he couldn’t figure out why the emperor never trusted him. He had never given him a reason to question him. Now that the daughter was going to take over, his future was obscured. Did he want to support the throne?

 

[a_libertine]

Marsdan nodded before he kissed her deeply and left the room. He made his way back to the gate to the Red Wastes and stepped through. While the night passed for the Star Empire, Marsdan spent weeks training with sword and shield. In his spare time he tinkered with magical devices, experimenting with different arrays and functions.

At the end of the time he spent there Marsdan was not only a proficient fighter, but his body was nearly completely remade. His arms were thick and powerful as was his chest. His legs were no longer spindly but strong trunks upon which his fighting ability was predicated.

As he walked from the Red Wastes the morning sun rose over the star Empire, and Marsdan made his way to his own chambers carrying several bags. He saw Aenethea waiting for him. Her eyes raked over his body and her eyes widened at the sight before her. The robes Marsdan historically wore were too small across the shoulders and chest now, the material straining against his muscles as they rippled with each movement and breath.

"Hi," she said.

"May I help you with something Aenethea?"

"I see your excercises are paying dividends. Maybe I should send my male apprentices through for some of that training."

Marsdan laughed, "Do us a favor, send your females through too. I am sure we would all appreciate it."

She smiled wanly, "Are you done there?"

<arsdan nodded, "Yes, not much left to do there. I think this is about as good as I can get."

Aenethea said, "We need to meet tonight, the entire council to discuss the immediate future."

Marsdan looked at her a moment, "What immediate future?"

She gave Marsdan an inscrutable look and said, "There are politics to consider and the council has to align itself."

Nodding slowly, Marsdan said, "Why wait? Let's do it now."

She smiled, "In part it is to keep you from going back to Red Wastes tonight."

Marsdan scowled. "We have been over this. I have an anchor, and I am not studying magic, there is no issue."

She agreed, "Yes, but jealousy is forever a common element among mages. And the show you put on yesterday has gotten the whole community all in a flutter."

Marsdan sighed heavily, then said, "Fine. What time shall the fun begin?"

Aenethea ran her hand along Marsdan's arm appreciatively, saying, "At the conclusion of open court today. In the meantime, I think I will stick around with you. Okay?"

Marsdan smiled, "Sure. I need a bath and a tailor. Are you going to measure me, scrub my back or both?"

Aenethea giggled, "None of those silly. I have plenty of young men to tend to my appetites."

They walked up the stairs until they reached his chambers. He went to his room, stored his bags and prepared a bath. After he bathed Marsdan looked at his clothing selection with something of a disconcerted look. After trying on a couple robes, they were too small, the trousers he had too big. After a while he managed to piece together a simple outfit of a shirt and trousers then went back down to where he had left Aenethea.

"Shall we attend to the queen," he asked.

They left his chambers and headed to the receiving hall.