Chronicles of Raan

Chapter 2: The Sweetness of Anticipation


I was alone in my chambers. It was a week to go to the wedding. I was reliving an argument Salif and I had had two days ago.

It had started with the Harem Master. Salif had surveyed his old harem with pain in his eyes. “Raze it to the ground…” he had said, his voice toneless. “I will have no memory of this place.”

“Your will, Mage King.” There was deference in the Harem Master’s voice. “The harem will be destroyed. A new site will be chosen; and then, the King may select new pleasure slaves to serve him.”

I had cut in, my voice icy. “The king will have no pleasure slaves.”

Salif turned to look at me. His gaze was expressionless. “Leave us…” he ordered. The Harem Master bowed his way out; I could hear the bodyguards leave. It was just the two of us in the room.

“No pleasure slaves, Salif. I will be enough for you.” My voice was flat, uncompromising.

“My Raina. You are always enough for me. But I have needs that it does not befit my queen to meet.” His voice was mild.

“I was trained as a pleasure slave, Salif. I will meet all your needs.” There was no yielding in my voice. “I will not share you, my king.” My eyes were possessive. I’d have no pleasure slave touch my love.

His eyes had blazed in response to the look of possession in my eyes. But he tried once more. “Sweet Raina. I will use you in all the forbidden ways; this does not befit one of your station.”

“I will not share you, my king.” I repeated, but my voice had softened.

“So be it.” He said, a royal decree. His voice was a silken caress. “But Raina, remember this. As the flogger swings against your tender skin, as it bites you in all the hidden places, as your skin comes afire with its strokes, remember, you asked for this.” The words were a threat and a promise. My eyes were ablaze with lust and longing, as my body was responding to the heat in his words. It had been fifteen years since I felt his touch on my body, and I needed him very badly.

Our eyes met silently, the lust building, the very air a crackle of electricity between us. The Harem Master was just outside the door, as were the bodyguards. If he took me now, the whole court would know. I found I didn’t care.

Salif shook his head to dispel the mood. “But I care. You are my queen. You will be treated with all respect.”

He grinned as a thought came to him, raised an eyebrow at me. “And what of Leila, my sweet little hypocrite? I have to give up my pleasure slaves, but you get to keep yours?”

Oh. I’d forgotten my precious Leila. The nectar of her body.

When I spoke, my voice was grumpy with defeat; his point was well-made. “Fine. I’ll share Leila, but only when I’m around.”

His eyes sparkled; revealed a thoroughly male satisfaction. Oh. In all the tumult since our return, I’d forgotten his fantasy. Leila and me, tied together and whipped. He’d been hoping for this. He’d bested me yet again.

I smiled at him, letting him know I remembered his fantasy. “Your will, Mage King.”

****

One day to go to the wedding. Every night this last week, I’d hoped Salif would make his way to my chambers, but every night, I waited in vain.

I was sitting in front of a mirror, brushing my hair, when a sudden change in the air alerted me to his presence.

“My sweet Raina…” His voice was contemplative.

I had swept into the automatic triple obeisance due the Mage King, but his hands stilled me, and he raised me to my feet. “My queen-to-be need not bow before me, Raina.” His voice was threaded with an unknown element. I didn’t know what to make of his mood.

“Fifteen years,” he said quietly.

“Fifteen years…” I agreed. “Touch me, Salif, gather me in your arms…” I screamed inwardly. But my mind was shielded, my thoughts were my own.

“Tomorrow, sweet Raina – on our wedding night, I will punish you for your stubbornness about the pleasure slaves. And for other things as well.” There was unmistakable promise in his voice. “But tonight… tonight, my sweet queen, tonight is just about love.”

I bit my lip, dropped my mind shields. “Salif, please, it’s been so long…” My voice a small sigh of longing.

He’d taken a step closer, and at my words, he closed the distance between us, taken my face in his, forced his lips on mine. My mouth was open, my lips ready to receive his, and we clung to each other, feeling our tongues dance against each other, reveling in the way our bodies pressed against each other, softness meeting hardness, silk yielding before steel.

Up close, I could feel the utter maleness of him; and my stomach clenched in pleasure at the promise of the pleasure to come.

“Take off your clothes, sweetness…” I moved to obey. I was just wearing a robe and nothing underneath. I let the robe slide off, let it fall on the ground behind me.

He smiled at me, though his eyes were hungry as they devoured my body.

“Do I please you, my king?” I asked, a tremor in my voice. I was not as young as the pleasure slaves would have been; there were many more suitable matches for Salif in Argentia; I was an unorthodox choice for queen.

But his words were poetry to my soul. “Your body quenches my long-held thirst, my love.”

I took a step towards him, my hand raised to stroke his face, to feel the warmth of his skin against mine.

Salif took a step back. “In all things, patience, my love,” he muttered. “Now, take off my clothes.”

My hands reached for him. He was dressed simply, in the loose pants and tight shirt of daily wear, his coat already discarded. I reached for his waist to tug the shirt from the waistband of his pants, and pulled it over his head. His body was hard, sinewy and perfect. My Mage King.

My hands touched his chest, unbidden, trailing up from his waist, feeling the warmth of his body in my hands; the hard perfection of him. I was weak with longing.

“Raina…” A sigh. “My love… how I have missed you…”

The words were sweet shards through my heart. I missed you too, Salif. More than you’d ever know.

I knelt before my king, my hands at the laces of his boots. He stopped me. “Not a task for my queen, not tonight.” His voice was solemn. He quickly unlaced his boots, stepping out of them, sending them with a flick of his hand to a corner.

I reached instead for his belt, unbuckling it, and allowing him to step out of his pants. His erection swung free instantly.

“The bed, sweetness?” His voice was a murmur, he’d swept me off my feet, and in a fluid movement, had deposited me on the bed.

He knelt on the floor by the bed, parted my legs. For a few minutes, he just looked at my p-ssy.


“My lord King…” I said, transfixed by the way he looked at me, yet keenly aware that it was the Mage King of Argentia who knelt at my side. My trainers would have had me flayed for such transgression. “Salif please, you are the Mage King of Argentia; I am but a lowly subject...”

“Shut up, Raina.” His voice was even. “You talk too much.”

His fingers parted my nether lips gently, exposing my inner folds to his gaze. “If I want to kneel, drink in the beauty of my bride-to-be, I’d like to meet the person who would deny me that right.”

His head bent into me, his tongue licked me in a sweet, soft lick. I moaned, protocol forgotten. “Salif…” I begged.

“Yes, sweetness?” An amused thread running through his voice.

“Salif, don’t stop…” I pleaded.

“Much better…” he said approvingly, as he bent his head into me again, licking my p-ssy with the thirst of a man who had spent fifteen years without water. I bit my lips as the fire from my p-ssy spread through me, setting every nerve tingling. My hands clenched around the silken sheets on the bed, a smooth contrast to the rasp of his tongue.

A flick of my *oris set me moaning again, and now two fingers were entering my p-ssy, stretching me out, pumping in and out while his tongue flicked repeatedly over my exposed nub.

“Salif…” I begged again. I’d lost the ability to form words. All I could do was feel. Feel the way his fingers pumped in and out of me, sending me to peaks of arousal; all I could do was hear the slurp as my p-ssy creamed in response to his expert touch. My hands grabbed his head in an instinctive motion, I pushed his head deeper into me. I could feel him chuckle in response, his breath warm against my inner lips, as his tongue kept flicking, flicking at that nub, his fingers pumping, and I felt myself rising, rising to greater and greater heights, until finally, it was all too much, and I came in an explosion of pleasure.

Salif kept his mouth on me, licking me through my orgasm, through each quiver of my p-ssy, but as the wave swept through me, his licking slowed, and he pulled his fingers out, rising to lie on the bed next to me.

I watched him as I recovered. His cock was hard, insistent. I wanted to taste him. I moved over to take his length in my mouth, but he stopped me. “Not tonight, sweet Raina. There’ll be time enough for that tomorrow night…”

“Now…” he continued, his voice relaxed. “Let’s count the transgressions, shall we? First, there was letting the Mage King kneel; but then, there was also grabbing the King’s head and pulling it deeper in your p-ssy, I loved that… but that’s also worthy of punishment, don’t you think?”

I laughed, I could read Salif’s mood; he was filled with primal male satisfaction at my orgasm. “Your will, Mage King,” I mumbled.

He watched me laugh. Something darkened in his eyes. “Come here, sweet Raina, get on top of me, ride me.”

I moved to obey. I positioned myself over his thick, insistent cock, and slowly lowered myself on him, reveling in the feeling of fullness as he filled every inch of me. He groaned. His eyes were closed, his breathing harsh. A purr of satisfaction coursed through me as I reacted to his response; my pleasure in giving him pleasure. The smell of sex was in the air around us, and it was like an aphrodisiac; goading me on, building my lust and longing even higher.

Salif’s hands reached to me as I moved against him, setting a steady rhythm. He had his eyes open now; there was no hiding in this position. His eyes met mine; and there was unshielded need in his eyes. He reached out, cupped my breasts, ran his fingers over my nipples and watched with lust in his eyes as they lengthened in reaction to his touch. He pinched them, watched me as I bit my lips in response. I kept moving against him; heat was rising again in my p-ssy, and my movements were wilder and wilder, as I let the feelings course through me.

An abrupt movement, and I was thrown on the bed, Salif on top of me, pounding into me. My hips rose in automatic movement to match his thrusts. He was deep in me… so deep.

“Fifteen years… my Raina…” he said softly, looking into my eyes. “Never again.” And with those words as promise, he came within me, and I came too, as his fingers skillfully found my *oris and tugged me into orgasm with him.

“Mmm.” I made a noise of utter contentment, as I collapsed into Salif’s arms. Salif pulled me into him tight, kissed my damp forehead. “May I stay the night?” he asked.

I started laughing. “Salif, you are Mage King. You can do whatever you like.”

He laughed too. “Ah, sweet Raina. You are going to regret those words tomorrow night…” I fell asleep wondering what he had in store for me.