gently on his leash.
They left Zeras behind, and went out into the city with four women warriors escorting them. The guard was a sop to the royal presence, and entirely unnecessary. Almost immediately, the women in the streets began to point and call out at the sight of Kalida and Dagon.
'Ahhh, to be Queen of Kava!' said one, giving Dagon's penis a friendly tweak.
'Does your stallion ride well, oh Queen?' called another. 'He looks a right lusty mount!' The woman patted his bottom.
'He is,' Kalida replied, laughing.
Dagon said nothing, but he was taken aback by Kalida's behavior of this morning. Gone was the warm, passionate woman he had loved last night. In her place was an imperious creature, but, remembering the Kalida of the previous evening, he held his peace. Tonight would surely reveal the truth of the matter to him. They entered into a square.
'This is the place of common pleasures,' she told him. 'It is here recalcitrant slaves are brought to be whipped. The Public Punisher administers the discipline so the slave's anger is not directed toward his mistress. Sometimes a slave is spread-eagled upon the block, and given over to any woman's pleasure. When that happens, the square is full to overflowing, particularly if the slave is handsome.' She turned, and ran a seductive finger up and down his jaw line. 'I shall never allow another woman to mount you, Dagon, my prince. You are mine, and mine alone.'
Her tone was tender, and for a brief moment, her eyes soft with her passion. Then suddenly she was the Queen of Kava once more. She led him off back to the palace where he knelt next to her as she completed the administrative tasks scheduled for this day, Zeras once again by her side, advising, murmuring in her ear. Dagon began to feel a gnawing of jealousy toward the older man. When the evening came, and she again sat alone at her meal, Dagon realized how isolated Kalida was, for other than their short excursion into the city streets that day, she had had no contact with anyone but Zeras and her servants. There was, it seemed, no court; no friends. Just Zeras.
Halfway through the evening meal she dismissed Zeras and the rest of her servants. 'I wish to be alone,' she said, and not even Zeras would dare to argue with her. She ate silently, absently feeding him bits of food. Finally, when several minutes had passed, and she appeared to have forgotten him, the leash slipping from her hand, Dagon slid beneath the table. Positioning himself before Kalida, he began to slowly push her gown up, kissing her feet, her ankles, her knees as the fabric slithered higher and higher until it reached the tops of her thighs. Wordlessly she opened her legs to him, and he licked the soft, warm flesh of her inner thighs. Then his dark head dove deep, his fingers peeling back her already moist pouting nether lips as he sought her pleasure point. His tongue flicked back and forth over the pinkish flesh. He saw her excitement build as the softness grew darker, the nub swelling and stiffening.
Kalida's breath was coming in short, hard gasps. Her slender white fingers kneaded his dark head, encouraging him to continue. The tightness built, and she struggled to hold on to the delicious feeling, but she could not. The hot sweetness broke, filling her with pleasure, even as he drew away from her. 'That was wonderful!' she told him enthusiastically. 'I shall end my meal each night that way from now on, Dagon!' She managed to stand up, albeit shakily. 'Let us seek my bedchamber. You have but whetted my appetite for passion.'
Once within the privacy of her chamber, Kalida tore off her gown and unfastened Dagon's collar. 'There!' she said. 'We are now once again equals. Were you angry at me for my behavior today? I believe Zeras does not suspect a thing, my prince. I was very bad, though. Will you punish me, Dagon?'
'It is not a slave's place to punish his mistress,' Dagon said. He reached out to take her in his arms, but Kalida spun away from his grasp.
'I was very bad,' she repeated. 'I should be spanked, Dagon.'
'Yes!' she said. 'I command you to spank me!'
He was astounded by her request. 'Have you ever been spanked?' he asked her. 'What do you know of spanking?'
'Zeras spanked me when I was a little girl,' Kalida told him. 'Of course my aunts made him stop, and sent him for common pleasures to punish him for behaving so crudely toward a female. He would have stopped anyhow, though,' she giggled.
'He discovered that I liked it,' Kalida replied with complete candor. 'When I told my aunts, they said I was an unnatural child. That I must never relinquish myself to another's power, particularly a man's. I have not been spanked in many years, but when I saw how your glorious manhood reacted to my whip today, I remembered being spanked, and the childish pleasure it gave me. You have opened my world to pleasure once more, Dagon, and I have given you my trust. I would be spanked by you.'
'What if someone should hear you cry out, my queen. Your guards would rush to your aid, and seeing me apparently abusing you, they would slay me where I stood,' he protested.
She pushed him into a seated position upon the bed. Then she stood between his long legs. 'Once we draw the draperies about the bed, Dagon, no one can hear us. All Kavan women have draperies of this sort. They look as if they have been spun by spiders, but drawn, no sound penetrates them. It is a magic known only to Kava.' Reaching for the drawstring to the curtains, she drew them so that they encircled the bed. Then she called out in a loud voice,
To his great amazement, no one came.
Kalida looked down into his handsome face. 'Spank me,' she purred at him, and lay herself facedown across his broad lap.
Dagon looked down at the split peach of her deliciously round and tempting bottom. 'Your behavior in dragging me about the city this morning was rather unforgivable,' he reasoned. His big hand smoothed in a circular motion over her skin. She wiggled against his lap in a most provocative fashion. Raising his hand, he brought it down hard.
'Whoooooo!' she squealed, wriggling more, and the hand punishing her came down again, and again and again until her backside was stinging and she could feel the heat of it. There was also a distinct tingling in her nether regions that was very familiar, and felt quite good. 'More!' she demanded of him.
'No,' he said quietly, 'but you shall learn something else new, my sweet, naughty queen.' His hand again smoothed over the very pink, warm flesh. Then his finger found its way between the twin moons of her bottom to rub suggestively against the tight, puckered orifice.
Her breath caught in her throat, and for a moment she could not breathe. Finally, she said, 'I had heard it could be done there, but I never have. None before you even hinted at it.'
His finger pressed firmly against the aperture. 'Only if you desire it, and not tonight, my queen,' he told her. 'We but explore the possibilities now.' He felt the vent yielding to the pressure of his finger, and then it slipped in to the first joint.
'Ooooooooo!' Kalida hissed breathlessly.
The finger pushed deeper, first to his knuckle, and then its entire length where he kept it, allowing her body to adjust to this new invasion. After a short while, he began to move his finger rhythmically within the narrow channel. His other hand slipped beneath her lover's mount, cupping it, a single finger seeking and finding her pleasure place, teasing it until his hand was sticky with her love juices that his dual actions had convinced her to release in a shuddering zenith of pleasure.
She slid off his lap. Kneeling between his legs, she took his already aroused manhood into her mouth. Her pointed little tongue encircled the ruby head of it, teasing, taunting. He was astounded, and utterly gratified, when she took him completely into her mouth, her throat relaxing as she half swallowed him. He groaned with delight, his eyes closing as he allowed the pleasure to sweep over him. But he wanted to release himself within her body, and so he finally pulled her away, lifting her up to sheath him as she sat upon his lap.
Kalida sighed with enjoyment as she felt him pushing into her. She surrounded him with a hot throbbing that roused his lust even higher. Dagon took her face between his two big hands and kissed her deeply, passionately, his sensuous mouth ravishing her with pleasure. Their bodies moved together in a hot, furious rhythm.
'It is too much! Too sweet!' Kalida cried as their crisis approached. Then she collapsed against his shoulder, drained and replete with pleasure.
His cock shuddered within her as she squeezed the last drop of his tribute from him. 'Ah, the gods! If I were
