A Lotus for the Regent (18 page)

The Seranimesti
backed away from Ajalira, whose breast heaved with emotion. The Ausir held
concubines as no better than slaves, but she was not ashamed to be Kamen's
concubine.

"It might
not," she said in Vadal, that both Kamen and the Seranimesti lord could
understand her, "be an interpreter's role to speak so to you, Lord, but it
is definitely a concubine's!”

"Forgive
me, Your Grace." The Seranimesti bowed to Kamen, steadfastly ignoring
Ajalira. "I will go now before either of us is driven by this ... slave to
do something regrettable."

"She
is no slave."

Ajalira
stared in shock, for the voice was King Jahen's.

"Concubinage
means something rather different here, Lord Seranimesti." Kamen's words
were chunks of ice dropped into the River. "I will receive you again when
I am attended by the Kimereth."

The
Seranimesti was hurried out by three slaves, and Ajalira smiled proudly at King
Jahen.

"Thank
you, Your Grace," she said.

“
I'm glad you're Kamen's concubine.” The boy-king rose from his
throne and took Ajalira's hand. “Now I have someone to be like my mother, too.”

Ajalira looked
at Kamen, perplexed.

“
His mother was Vadal,” said Kamen. “Now I have to take my lady back
home.”

“
We are early, are we not?” she asked as Kamen swept her into a
litter. “I doubt that dinner will be ready—”

“
It's not dinner I have in mind.” Kamen laughed as he closed the
litter curtains. “My Lira boasted of me to her own kind, but she spoke
improperly for an interpreter. A thorough disciplining is in order.” His eyes
glittered, and Ajalira felt a rush of warmth to her nymphae. She wanted Kamen,
and she felt no shame at the thought. He was hers, and she was his.

As the litter
bore her the short distance to the Itenu estate, she closed her eyes, trying to
imagine what Kamen's discipline would do to her sopping pussy.

Chapter Ten

Kamen looked at
Ajalira and approved of his work. He had her bound ankle and wrist to his X, a
device he had had built to his specifications some years before. The X was a
bed-like rack upon which his partner could be laid out and bound, either on her
back or on her stomach. Tonight, Kamen had Ajalira on her stomach. There was a
padded hole, like a massage table, through which her face peeked. Her eyes were
full of wonder tinged with fear, and Kamen could taste her anticipation on the
air. The arms and legs of the device spread out in an X shape. Hence the name.
Ajalira lay completely exposed to him, and as he circled her to make sure all
the rigging was secure, he slapped her ass. Ajalira yelped and squirmed,
humping the pillowed area of the device that rested just below her pelvis, thus
thrusting her ass into the air. Kamen stuck his finger between her ass cheeks
and ran it down her pussy lips. There was no need to lick. It glided. She was
ready to go, but Kamen had plans to make her wait. He loved to watch her
squirm, and he knew that she liked the torturous anticipation almost as much as
the reward of sex at the end.

The X was
mounted on a cylindrical column upon which the entire bed could swivel. Kamen
turned her around in the opposite direction so that she would be able to watch
his preparations.

“
What is that?” Ajalira asked, her gaze falling on the low table
before her.

Kamen came
around and sat down at the stool before it. Upon the table lay a cutting board,
ginger root, a knife, and a basin of cool water. “You'll find out. Interpreters
who add their own words to conversations that don't concern them get figged.
The standard punishment for such recalcitrance.” He glanced up at Ajalira as he
took the ginger root in hand. Her puzzled expression told him that she had no
idea what figging was. He had thought she might, having been trained as a Lotus,
but her unfinished tattoo was testament to just how little she excelled in the
Lotus arts. Not because she was incapable but because she had considered
herself a slave. Kamen was convinced there was nothing Ajalira could not do if
she set her mind to doing it. He had never met a woman with more pride. Pride,
not haughtiness. He loved her for that.

Ajalira strained
against the leather straps that held her arms and legs fast. “Is this what
happens to those who disobey you?”

Kamen looked up
at her and winked. They both knew that he did not require obedience from her,
but he wanted to use the interpretation incident as an excuse for their amorous
play. This punishment would be the kind that would have Ajalira disobeying
again and again, and Kamen looked forward to disciplining her wet pussy.

“
You must learn the ways of the Sunjaa.” Kamen cut into the ginger
root, past the length of the finger, removing a length of about six inches.

Ajalira's eyes
widened. She must have had an inkling. Kamen removed the brown husk and tossed
it aside, revealing the white, fibrous interior of the root. He whittled at it,
slicing away every small protrusion and bump until it was a long, smooth plug.
He took his time, often holding it up in front of his face, laboriously inspecting
it and humming to himself, only increasing Ajalira's expectancy. She licked her
lips, and when Kamen looked at her, he heard a small whine escape her lips. She
gyrated against the pillow beneath her clit.

Kamen turned the
ginger plug over in his hand. It was a good length and weight, a good fit for
Ajalira. With his knife, he deftly cut a ring around the root, about two-thirds
down the shaft. He sculpted out a concavity without marring the straight lines
of the other end. The ginger finger was ready. He dunked it in the basin,
holding it there for several seconds as he stared into Ajalira's wide,
blue-green eyes.

“
What are you going to do with that?” Ajalira's voice was a trembling
whisper. Her pelvis still humped the pillow.

Kamen stood,
ginger plug in hand. “Discipline you.” His cock was already hard, so he removed
his tented skirt and let it fall to the ground. Ajalira's gaze dropped to his
penis, and she smiled. She had never had it so good on the Dimadan, even though
the Lotus trainers were masters of sex.

Kamen reached up
before her and tugged at the X, bringing it down so that her body was parallel
with the floor. Another swiveling joint exactly constructed according to
Kamen's design. He then pivoted the X around the opposite direction so that
Ajalira's head lay away from the table and her ass was right in front of him.
Ajalira craned her neck to see, but Kamen slapped her ass hard, leaving a red
hand-print.

“
Who told you you could look?” Kamen turned a winch, and the bottom
half of the X that held her legs spread apart, revealing more of her pussy lips
to him. But what he wanted was her ass.

Ajalira shook
her head as she rested her face back in the hole. “I am sorry. I will never
talk out of turn again.”

“
Too late.” Kamen spread her ass cheeks apart and pressed his thumb
against her anal rosebud. Ajalira thrust her ass into the air like a cat in
heat. Kamen had slipped his thumb inside her on multiple occasions, and he knew
she was ready for the ginger plug. Slowly, he pressed the tip of the root against
her anus, and though there was slight resistance at first, that first pop stole
Ajalira's breath.

Ajalira looked
back. “What are you doing to my ass, Kamen?”

Kamen slapped
her buttocks. “Don't look.”

Ajalira
pouted—the dearest thing Kamen had ever seen—and dropped her face back into the
hole. Kamen proceeded to drive the ginger plug deeper, inch by inch, slowly
slipping it in until her ring of muscles clutched the concavity and held it in
place. A long, low moan sounded from the head of the X. Kamen smiled, wondering
if her eyelids were fluttering, wondering if her eyes were rolling back in her
head.

“
It burns,” Ajalira said.

“
It's supposed to.” Kamen swiveled the X horizontally and then raised
it vertically just enough for him to place his cock in front of her mouth.
“Now, suck it.” He jammed his penis into Ajalira's mouth, and she swallowed it,
running her tongue around and over it. Blood coursed to his phallus, stiffening
it to its fullest size.

Kamen took hold
of her horns and fucked her face until the saliva poured from her lips and
pooled on the marble floor at his feet. Tears poured from her eyes, and still
Kamen gagged her. Throughout it all, Ajalira continued to grind against her
pussy pillow.

“
Clench your ass cheeks together,” Kamen said, slamming his cock into
her mouth again. “Clamp down on the plug.”

The muscles in
Ajalira's ass tightened, and she squirmed. “It burns so good.” Her words were
garbled on Kamen's thrusting penis.

Kamen stopped.
“Good? Well, I guess we'll have to find a different punishment for you, then,
you little tigress.”

Ajalira looked
up at Kamen, her mouth hanging open in exhaustion, her eyeliner smeared with
her tears. He would have as much bathing and caring for her as he would abusing
her in his own loving way. He had discovered long ago that many women—and
men—did not like the way he played, but for those who did, no one would ever
please them as much as he could. He had sensed this with Ajalira, and he had
been right. He let her suck on his cock without forcing it down her throat, but
as her gyrations eased, he knew the sting of the root was wearing off. It was
time.

Kamen walked
around behind her and slowly removed the plug. Once it was fully out of her,
Ajalira gasped. Her muscles in her legs relaxed. “Oh, no, my love. You don't
get off that easily.” He lay the X flat and mounted the wider, flat parts near
her thighs, perches where he could squat over her. He guided his cock into her
pussy, and it slipped right in. He grabbed her hips and raised her body just
enough to provide the angle for maximum penetration. Ajalira's fists balled up,
for she had nothing to grasp. Kamen worked the length of his phallus slowly
inside her, pulling all the way out to his head, only to plunge back in at a
steady pace, twisting his hips just enough to make sure he hit her pleasure
spot on every reentry. His pace quickened until he was fucking her like an
animal, slamming into her pussy with all the force he could summon. His heart
nearly burst as she exploded in a shattering orgasm that sent convulsions
through her hips, back and shoulders. Ajalira spouted a stream of Ausir words,
and that only excited Kamen more. But he wanted to see her and hold her, so he
unstrapped her without removing his cock from inside her. Once she was free, he
slipped out and stood. Ajalira jumped into his waiting arms, springing from the
X like some predator. She devoured his mouth, and he kissed her back with such
force that their teeth clacked painfully together. They laughed, and Kamen
could hardly keep hold of her for the sweat pouring off them both. He pulled
her legs around to straddle him, and he popped his phallus back inside her,
fucking her in a standing position.

They kissed and
fucked and slapped sweaty body parts against each other until neither one could
stand. At last, Kamen threw her down on the bed and shot his cum into her. His
knees shook, and everything went blank, like a scroll being unwritten. As his
life flowed into her, he felt death brush past him. Ajalira leaned up and
kissed his lips, her passion-sparked eyes locking with his. And then he closed
his eyes and rested his forehead against her brow as ecstasy claimed him, until
every last drop of his seed swam into her hungry pussy.

****

Kamen filled the
sponge with bath water and pressed it against Ajalira's back, letting the suds
slide down her skin. Ajalira hugged her legs to her breasts and rested her head
on her knees. He sponged her neck and shoulders, too, while with his other hand
he massaged the knotted muscles of her back. Ajalira hummed, and the air was
thick with the scent of lavender.

“
I want to tell you everything about me, Kamen,” Ajalira said without
raising her head.

Kamen dipped the
sponge into the bubbles again, filling it with water. “I know you had a rough
time at the guildhouse.”

“
This is not about the guildhouse. I mean before that. I owe you that
much. You have done so much for me.” She raised her head and kissed his hand.
“Taught me so much.” Her sly glance at him showed her admiration for his
bedroom skills.

“
I'll listen to anything you want to tell me, my love.” Kamen could
not deny that he longed to learn her history.

Ajalira laid her
head back down on her knees, closed her eyes, and spoke. “My name is Ajalira
Zomalin, and though you do not know the name, any Ausir would be shocked to
hear it. My father was Zomalin, my mother Tamar.”

“
Of the Tamari?”

Ajalira nodded.
“My mother, Kirami Tamar, had her father's name. He was Arathan, last Tamari
King before my people's reunification with the Larenai. My mother's younger
brother was King over all the Ausir until his wedding, when he decided to take
a Tamari bride. This angered the Larenai, who felt they were being brought
under the Tamari heel. At his wedding banquet, he was assassinated.”