'It's good to see that Hortians still practice the old tradition of allowing their heroes their pleasures after saving a fair damsel from danger,' Rololf grinned as he pushed his way into the room after his queen. Likewise, his eyes darted to Elf, who did her best to scurry under the covers.
Doing his best not to be put off by the sudden intrusion, but admitting the bed chamber had transformed into Grand Central Station, he greeted his hosts, 'To what do we owe this royal visit?'
'Don't worry,' Rololf smiled, his eyes still lingering on the huddled and covered Elf. 'We'll be off in a moment.'
'But we thought you two could use a breakfast break,' Jan took up, waving in two servants who entered with silver trays.
'While I have heard tales of your sexual prowess,' Rololf commented,
'even the best of men need food to keep up their strength.'
Ponkert glanced at his former co-pilot realizing when she said she had told the Lindakarian king everything, she had meant just that.
'Perhaps someday I will be offered the same hospitality that my queen set for you at your arrival at the palace,' Rololf mused, his eyes darting back to Elf.
Ponkert noticed a pleased smile on the head that peeked out above the covers. I have created a Frankenstein's monster, he mentally grinned.
'Also my very persuasive queen has convinced me of the need of financial support for your peace mission back to Hort,' Rololf continued, waving another servant into the room, who carried a small chest. 'An ample supply of silver and gold pieces to see you through.'
'For at least six years, rather than six months.' Jan added, opening the chest for his view. Small gold and silver disks heaped the chest to overflowing.
'Now, we'll be going,' he urged the servants out of the room. 'May the gods of Ulfblom smile on you and your efforts with the treaty, Baron Ponkert.'
The Earthman watched the two leave. Then Rololf stuck his head back into the room, catching Elf lowering the covers from her body. He glanced at Ponkert. 'Really should have thought of a peace treaty years ago.'
Then the Lindakarian ruler ducked out, closing the door behind him.
Somewhat astonished, Ponkert turned to the wealth Jan had managed to place before him as inducement to divert him from opening a matter transmission link with Earth. He smiled. There was enough here for him to start his own empire, Kellerian style.
The idea intrigued him. Why should he want to share the beauty of this wild and wonderful planet with the teeming and destructive billions on Earth? What else did he need that he couldn't find on Keller?
He rolled the vision of Ponkert the King over in his mind. Of course, there were some minor changes and advances in technology he would like to slip into the Kellerian life style. Not that many, or too quickly, to produce some type of cultural shock but a few over a period of years.
Perhaps a kingdom in the south. If he could manage Tomar's and Rololf's aid, there was always a certain black knight by the name of Yngvi who deserved to be unseated. He was also sure he could find a couple of willing bodies to man, or woman, his scullery.
'Hell, I don't need the others,' he thought out loud. 'I can do it myself!'
'Do what yourself!' Elf piped up from the bed.
He glanced up and let his eyes travel the soft curves she had uncovered.
The lovely red-headed princess was stretched on her stomach with one of her long supple legs bent backwards toward her perky ass, as if in reminder of her earlier suggestion.
Yes, he decided to himself, it'll take time. But that's one thing I've got plenty of.
'Just thinking of the future.' he answered her. 'Nothing to bother with now.'
He unclasped his pants and let them slip to the floor. His eyes swept over the breakfast trays. Finding the item he sought, his hand picked up a small bowl. After all, if Elf's enticing ass proved to be as tight as her vagina, he needed every bit of the butter he carried to gain his entry.
