5 comments/ 21346 views/ 13 favorites Queen of the Forest Ch. 01 By: LilacLove Ambassador Kyn Rokan surveyed the mountains before him. They formed a near impenetrable border between the lands of Danthria, his own nation, and the wildlands beyond, which men called Kenma. The only known pass through the mountains lay a half day or so to the South, according to the maps he kept in cyclinders tied to his saddle, and that was his current destination. He checked the time. The sun would soon disappear beyond the horizon. "Okay Captain, tell your men to set up camp." "Sir, are you sure this is a good idea? Going to Kenma, I mean." Kyn sighed at the prospect of having that same argument with the captain all over again. "Just do it, Captain," he said wearily. "At once, Sir." The Captain gave a stiff salute, then turned to give the orders to his twenty soldiers. There were always bandits on the roads, and though swordmanship was included in his list of many talents, he doubted he would be safe alone. Besides, he looked more impressive with a squad of soldiers at his back. Those were his King's arguments, at least. The Ambassador was a modest man who preferred to travel alone, but the King had insisted that he take some men. Squad Captains in Danthria were named by their soldiers, usually for physical or personality traits which they possessed. Kyn was unsure of exactly which trait had earned the man the name "Captain Stump." Whether it was his short, stocky build, or the fact that he had lost his left hand in a skirmish many years ago, Kyn didn't intend to ask. Kyn himself was of average height, and he considered his features to be completely unremarkable. A woman had once described him as ruggedly handsome though, a comment which had left him blushing and floundering for words. His usual calm diplomacy completely disappeared when receiving a compliment from the opposite sex. His dark hair was of medium length, and it hung however it liked. He did not bother with the elaborate styles and cuts so popular at court. He had dull grey eyes that seemed more alive than the colour might suggest. His face usually bore a gentle expression, though a scowl seemed to suit him better. He was aching all over when he climbed down from the saddle and sat by the fire, and he suddenly felt older than his mere twenty six years. Travelling was something his profession required much of, and he would enjoy it if not for the aches it always brought. He was not heavily built, but his slim figure was really quite muscled. He certainly was not a weak man, but riding all day and sleeping on the ground at night was hard on him. After a supper of soldier's rations, he gratefully retired to his tent. The party set out at first light the next morning. Kyn pulled his heavy travelling cloak tightly around himself to ward off the chill. They set a good pace and by mid-morning they had reached the path that led into the mountains. It was likely to get colder as they ascended, Kyn knew. That wouldn't help his aches, but passing through Kenma would save weeks of travel. He decided that the cold would be easier to endure than the trade route which circled around Kenma, passing through two other nations before finally reaching his ultimate destination, Hremmac. Steeling himself, he urged his horse forward. It was only another hour or two before they reached the small outpost which guarded the pass. The outpost was manned by a small group of soldiers, no doubt bitter about their lot in life, especially if they believed the wild stories about what lay just beyond the border. The man who greeted their party seemed to be one of those people. He had a haunted look about him, and he cast frequent glances up at the mountain pass. "What's your business here?" He demanded of Kyn. The Ambassador raised an eyebrow. He didn't much care for the man's tone. "Not my business. The King's business. We're just passing through." The man stared at him incredulously. "Passing through? Nobody passes through! The demon hordes gather on the other side of these mountains, waiting for the chance to strike. As long as we guard the border, they do not dare enter our lands, but if you go beyond this point then your lives are forfeit. You will be torn asunder by creatures more monstrous than you could imagine!" Another soldier was approaching. He had grey hair, and he looked like he had actually bathed recently, unlike the first man. He laughed at his comrade. "Do you really think that twelve border guards could prevent an invasion if there really was a hostile force on the other side of those mountains?" He turned and addressed Kyn. "My apologies, Sir. You're free to pass through, of course. I'd advise you to be careful, though. There may not be demons, but Kenma isn't a tame land, by any means. It's been a long while since we saw anyone else going into Kenma, and yet longer still since we saw anyone come out." Kyn nodded, "Thank you for your concern." Unless he was working on a diplomatic agreement, he was a man of few words. He said what he meant, and little more. He noticed that his own soldiers seemed a little nervous after the crazy man's ranting, and he decided it might be better to push onwards. He urged his horse into motion, and his loyal men followed behind. As they rode higher into the mountains, Captain Stump drew his horse alongside the Ambassador. "Sir-" "You don't think this is a good idea?" Kyn finished for him. The Captain nodded. "You heard what the man said..." "Demons? Are you really so naive, Captain?" "Course not, Sir. I meant the man with grey hair. I don't believe in demons, but I do believe that Kenma's a dangerous land." "Which land isn't?" He laughed then. "Maybe I can even persuade a native to sign a trade agreement." "A native, Sir? D'you believe there are people here?" Kyn shrugged. "I suppose a paw print would work just as well." The Captain chuckled and seemed to relax. They were four days in the mountain pass. The wind was bitingly cold, but that was only natural and overall the weather held fine. The fifth day saw them descend into the densely forested region of Kenma proper. Little light penetrated the dense canopy of the trees towering high overhead. The forest would have been alive with colour, but the lack of light made everything dim and muted. Despite this, Kyn thought there was a wild beauty about the place. It was magnificent. The forest was teeming with life, too. Whole choirs of birds sang out from dawn until dusk, and always there were creatures darting around in the brush. Curious creatures which he could not identify. When night came it was pitch black beneath the trees. The party lit torches and searched for a suitable place to make camp, eventually settling upon a large clearing. The trees were so huge that it didn not feel particularly claustrophobic or enclosed beneath them, but it was still a comfort to be able to see the sky again. The men erected a large bonfire and they all feasted upon various fruits and nuts gathered from the forest, a welcome change from soldier's rations. For five days they continued in this fashion, and on the sixth day they awoke to a heavy downpour. They hastily struck camp and dashed into the shelter of the forest. The canopy did not keep the rain out as effectively as it did the light, however. All of the rain seemed to be gathering at certain points in the canopy, and as it fell to the ground it formed thousands of tiny waterfalls. It was a simple enough task to stay dry though, they simply had to step around those thin streams of water. He looked around. Most of the animals had taken to their shelters, he realized. The forest seemed largely devoid of life this day. He surmised that the creatures had sought their shelters and were waiting out the poor weather. Just then, Captain Stump drew his horse alongside Ambassador Kyn's again, interrupting his musings. "How far d'you think we've come?" Kyn replied honestly. "It's difficult to judge. Sometimes I'm not even sure we're going straight." He shrugged helplessly. "If I had to guess, I'd say we were about halfway to the Southern border." Their horses parted for a moment to avoid the dripping water. "And what's the border like?" "According to my maps, the whole Southern border is a swamp." The Captain pulled a face. "Swamp? That ain't goin' to be pleasant." Kyn shrugged. "It shouldn't take more than a day or two to cross it." The rain was dampening his mood, and he didn't feel much like talking, so he sank into a half-doze in his saddle, paying little attention to the passage of time. They plodded onwards. Idly he noted that the birds were calling out again, and that there was once again movement back among the trees. The rain was still streaming from the canopy though. Something was wrong, but he couldn't figure out what. The horses seemed nervous too. Kyn glanced at the soldiers behind him. Many of them had their hands near their weapons, and they were surveying the shadows nervously. Another bird call sounded, and all of a sudden the air was filled with arrows. There was a moment of stunned silence among the soldiers, then startled cries filled the air. Kyn saw the Captain topple from his saddle and lay unmoving upon the ground. The Ambassador threw himself from his saddle just in time to avoid an arrow that had been aimed at him with deadly accuracy. He had instantly realized the disadvantages of fighting from horseback in this terrain. In one fluid motion, he rolled and came to his feet, drawing his sword as he did so. Yet another bird call sounded, different from the others, and a dozen tall figures burst from the shadows and fell upon him and his men. He blindly engaged the closest one, filled with rage and more than a little fear. He felt a blade bite at his shoulder, but he ignored it and thrust his sword through his attacker's chest. He noticed the look of surprise on her face as she slid from his blade. It was human. It was a woman. He didn't have time to think about that, as another one of their assailants was rushing at him. He defended himself, expertly dodging and parrying his opponent's sword, waiting for an opportunity to strike back. When that opportunity arose, he swung the flat of his blade against the side of her head and she crumpled to the ground. He felled two more in the same manner before he got a chance to breathe. In a single moment, Kyn surveyed the scene. The ground was littered with his men. He was the only one still standing. There were a dozen women in sight, four of which he had felled. They all wore leather armour. Their forearms were sheathed with leather, but the hands which gripped their weapons were bare. They all wore sturdy boots that ended just below their knees. They also wore a kind of tight leather bodice, to which were attached short leather skirts that left much of their thighs bare. Some of their outfits had been modified with the furs of various animals, and some bore spears, while others wielded swords or daggers. Most also had a bow and a quiver of arrows slung over their shoulders. Their armour seemed designed to allow them maximum movement, and it worked. They were fast, moving with an almost inhuman grace, and they were converging on him. Kyn raised his sword, preparing to defend himself even though he knew it was hopeless. One of the women, one with raven-coloured hair, spoke loud enough to be heard by all. He didn't quite catch what it was that she said, but the rest of them stepped back, forming a wide circle around him. Then the woman who had spoken stepped into the circle. She held a large sword in her right hand, and a dagger in her left. She wasted no time in attacking him. Kyn instantly recognized that she was a formidable opponent. Endlessly they traded blows, only ever managing to scratch each other. Her dagger was ever darting past his guard. Every time metal met flesh, gasps arose from the women who watched. He could hear startled exclamations, but he ignored them and focused on his opponent. He was beginning to tire, but the woman who faced him still stood tall, though her skin was glistening and trickles of blood ran from various small wounds. He knew that he fared worse than she did. His arms were numb from blocking her powerful blows, and he knew that he could not last much longer. He charged at her in a last desperate offensive, but his blade met only air as she easily stepped to one side. She struck him on the back of the head with the pommel of her dagger and he fell to the ground, blackness clouding his vision and the voices fading away. It was night time when Kyn came to. Though to begin with he had not been able to see in the pitch blackness, over the last few days his eyes had become accustomed to the lack of light in the forest. He could just barely discern the outline of a woman nearby. He tried to move, but his hands were bound behind his back. Slowly, the memories of the events leading to this moment returned to him. Captain Stump and his men, all dead... All because of him. He should have listened, should never have led them into this land. In ignoring all of the imaginary dangers, he had ignored the real ones too. But who could have expected that they would be attacked by a group of warrior women? Why had they attacked? Why had they not also killed him? I have to escape, he thought. No, I have no right to live. I'm the reason those men died. My corpse should lie among them... Kyn continued to battle with his conscience until the sun arose, filling the forest with the dim light of day. He now saw that two more of the women had been sleeping nearby, but now stood examining their equipment. The third must have been keeping watch, he thought. He also realized that the surroundings were familiar. He was still at the site of the battle, but there were no corpses. He was still trying to make sense of that when he was dragged to his feet. One of the women started to walk. She had raven-coloured hair, and she didn't carry a bow, but instead had a large sword sheathed at her back and a dagger at her side. She bore various small wounds, and Kyn recognized her as the woman who had beaten him. The woman who had dragged him to his feet suddenly shoved him and pointed after the first woman. He understood her meaning and began to walk, the second woman following right behind him, a constant threatening presence. He looked around for the third woman and spotted her some distance away. She was keeping an arrow trained on him, which he thought completely unnecessary since he was bound, unarmed, and had a splitting headache. What reason do I have to resist, anyway? He thought. I deserve whatever they do to me. They walked for hours, and every time Kyn slowed the woman behind him would give him a rough shove. The raven-haired woman seemed to be resolutely staring ahead the whole time, but the other two never took their eyes off him. He saw them pluck fruit from the ground or from bushes and eat as they went, and he realized how hungry he was. None of them offered him anything. Quite suddenly Kyn found himself in an enormous clearing. He stopped and looked around. The trees around the edges were even larger than was usual in the forest, and they all seemed to lean inwards. Despite the enormity of the clearing, the canopy, which towered maybe a thousand feet overhead, still blocked all traces of the sky. On the ground there was something that could only be called a village. Though perhaps town, or even city, would be a more appropriate word, he thought. It was comprised mostly of large, hide tents. Wooden shelters and structures were dotted here and there though. Another shove snapped him out of his awe-inspired reverie and started him moving again. He followed the raven-haired woman past the animal pens that lay at the outermost edge of the clearing, and then through the 'streets' to the middle of the clearing. People were wandering back and forth at various tasks, or on their way in or out of the clearing. The majority of them were women, Kyn noticed. The few men he did see were all naked, and he quickly averted his eyes. After a few minutes of walking, they began to approach a large and rather impressive structure which he assumed to be directly in the centre of everything. The whole thing was constructed with an odd combination of timbers and hide, each one accounting for perhaps half of the overall mass. It looked very much like a small (by civilized standards), somewhat crude palace. Two women stood guard at the entrance to the palace, and as the raven-haired woman approached them they inclined their heads and made identical gestures with their left hands, then one of them pulled a large fur aside to reveal the entrance. As Kyn followed his captor inside, he noticed that the fur seemed to be all in one piece, he couldn't identify the animal it had come from, but whatever it was it had been very large. Perhaps the rumours about monstrous beasts had not been entirely false after all. Once inside, Kyn found himself in a dim hallway. The walls were made of hide which had been fitted to sturdy wooden frames. There were other rooms and corridors on each side, but the raven-haired woman led him straight. Two more women guarded another entrance very similar to the first, and they made that same gesture with their left hands before pulling the animal pelt aside. Once again, he followed his captor inside, but this time they emerged into a massive dome. The dome seemed to have been constructed the same way as the corridor, but the hides were painted with the likeness of trees, so that the whole dome resembled the clearing in which the palace itself was built. The effect was enhanced by the light. Large bowls stood at various points around the room, and they were filled with a shimmering substance which filled the room with green-tinted, liquid light. The light was constantly in motion, and it almost made the trees appear as if they were moving. However, the bowls did not allow the light to reach the bottom of the room, so the floor was shrouded in darkness. As Kyn stepped into the room, it felt almost like he was walking on the shadows themselves. Then, Kyn noticed the throne set at the opposite side of the dome. It was a grand throne, and the whole thing was draped in furs. Upon it sat a woman. As Kyn laid eyes on her his breath caught in his throat and his heart felt like it stopped. It wasn't just that she was beautiful, it was her presence. She was sat rather sedately, but her limbs were tense and he was reminded of a snake, coiled but ready to strike. A sword leaned against the throne, and her hand was resting so lightly on the hilt that it could easily be mistaken as entirely decorative. Kyn, however, suspected that she knew how to use it. The woman's back was straight, and her head held high. She had a commanding presence, and yet her deep green eyes looked gentle. Her features were, perhaps, even more exotic than the rest of her people. Her skin was pale, and her long hair was a deep, lustrous red. Most of the women here had varying shades of brown hair, with a few scattered blondes and, very rarely, black, like his captor. Upon that gorgeous red hair sat a thin circlet, made of vines and delicate silver chains entwined together. The woman seated upon the throne wore clothes almost identical to those of the warriors, except her arms were completely bare, and the short skirt looked to be made of heavy furs instead of leather. For the first time in Kyn's presence, one of the people spoke. The raven-haired woman addressed the one on the throne, "Queen Ayenna, savages came to The Forest. Xania brings savage leader." She spoke Kyn's language, though she had a strange, musical accent. "The Forest thanks sister Xania." The Queen replied in a formal tone. Her voice was full, vibrant, and it had that same accent. Queen of the Forest Ch. 01 They were speaking strangely. Kyn concluded that the raven-haired woman must be the one called Xania, and that these people used their own names when referring to themselves, except for the Queen, who seemed to speak on behalf of the forest. Kyn continued to listen closely and to assess them. "Savage," Xania pointed an accusing finger at Kyn. "Savage killed Tarya." A sudden gasp arose from the warriors who lined the sides of the dome, and who Kyn had failed to notice until now. There were perhaps thirty of them, and they were all staring at him in horror. Personally, Kyn felt that Xania was leaving out many important details, and for a moment he considered arguing his case. Xania continued, "Savage wounded. It not sleep. Savage fights like Rlramwa. Defeat three other warriors also." Queen Ayenna half rose from her throne, and her tone seemed fearful, "Three other warriors sleep eternal?" The warrior shook her head, "Three other warriors awake now." Ayenna sighed with relief and settled back down. "The outsider showed mercy?" "It showed mercy," she agreed reluctantly. Kyn thought that perhaps this conversation was taking a turn for the better, and the Queen's next words seemed to confirm that, "The Forest shall return mercy." The other woman, however, seemed outraged. "Xania demands blood. Xania demands revenge!" Queen Ayenna's tone turned icy. "The Forest has spoken. Will Xania obey?" Kyn calmly watched as Xania clenched and unclenched her fists, struggling with her anger and her grief. He did feel a little regret for having killed the one called Tarya, but it was not he who had attacked unoffending travelers. "Xania will obey." She turned and, after directing a hatred-filled look in his direction, stormed out. The Queen then turned her gaze on Kyn. She regarded him speculatively while he stood uncomfortably shifting his weight from one foot to the other. He was an ambassador, so he had often addressed royalty before, but she was very different, and that, combined with his captivity, made him rather nervous. She gracefully rose from her throne and approached him. Even though she was slightly smaller than many of her kin, she still stood about half a foot taller than Kyn. He also noticed that she appeared to be a couple of years younger than him, though there was something about her that made him feel vastly inferior, and her eyes seemed to possess a deep intelligence. She laid a gentle, comforting hand on his shoulder as she spoke to the other two women who had escorted him, instructing them to bring certain items to her. She then beckoned to him and he followed her to another one of those animal pelt doorways behind the throne. He was convinced that even if he had not wished to follow her his legs would have done so anyway. The room to which she led him was not the only one attached to the throne room but it was situated directly behind the throne, which led him to believe that it was her private quarters. It was a fairly small room, and almost completely bare. Aside from the strange green light sources situated in each corner, the only things in the room were the furs. They covered the floor and hung from the walls, and there was a heap of them in the centre of the room which he supposed served as a bed. It was a cosy little room, but somehow he had expected something more extravagant. She was a Queen, after all. He felt a growing respect for her, which he thought strange since technically he was her prisoner. She turned and faced him, placed her left hand on her chest and said, "Ayenna." She then placed that same hand on his chest, being careful to avoid touching a wound that had been inflicted upon him during the fight with Xania. He realized that this was the first time she had spoken directly to him. Perhaps it was customary to first introduce yourself to a stranger before addressing them. Each land had its own strange customs, he well knew. "Kyn Rokan. Ambassador Kyn Rokan." The Queen frowned thoughtfully and tapped his chest again. "Name is Ambassada?" Though their language seemed to be a primitive version of his own, it functioned perfectly for them. Only when it came to communicating with him did she have problems. The language was mostly the same, but how they both used it was very different. He shook his head and attempted to explain. "Ambassador is my title, my occupation. Like warrior, or Queen, but not a warrior or a Queen." She nodded. "Outsider uses strange words, but Ayenna thinks Ayenna understands." She tapped his chest yet again. "Outsider's name?" "Kyn Rokan." Kyn noticed that she still appeared to be confused about something. "Kyn Rokan is two names. Outsider is two people?" "No. In my land it is the custom for people to have two names. The first is my name, and the second is my family's name. All in my family are named Rokan." Understand finally dawned on her. "Name is Kyn." He nodded at her, and she continued, "In Ayenna's land, names end with 'ah'. Ayenna can say Kyna?" In spite of himself, Kyn laughed. "I don't see why not." "Yes?" She asked eagerly, unsure if he had been granting permission or not. "Yes." Queen Ayenna smiled warmly at him, and then she asked, "Will Kyna resist if Ayenna frees Kyna's hands?" Kyn snorted. "Not bloody likely." He was well aware that there was no possible way he could escape. "No?" She asked, eyeing him warily. "No. Kyna promises that Kyna will not resist." Her eyes narrow almost imperceptibly. "Does Kyna mock Ayenna?" His reply was entirely sincere. "Not at all." He suddenly feared that he had offended her, but then she smiled, and his breath caught in his throat again. She drew a dagger from a sheath at her waist and carefully cut through the ropes that bound his hands. He stood, rubbing his wrists. "Thank you," He said simply. Just then one of the women who had escorted him appeared in the doorway. She placed her load just inside the room and left. "Kyna should remove Kyna's clothes." Kyn choked at that. "What?" "Kyna should remove Kyna's clothes," She repeated. "Kyna is wounded. Ayenna feels responsible, for it was Ayenna's sister that harmed Kyna. Ayenna wishes to treat Kyna's wounds." Kyn suddenly understood. "No, that's not necessary. I'm fine." In truth, he was not fine. Some of his wounds were fairly deep, and it seemed that each time he moved at least one of them began to bleed again. Pain he could endure, though. The Queen rolled her eyes. "Kyna should not worry. Ayenna finds Kyna very attractive." He choked at that too, blushing furiously, and the room was suddenly filled with her rich, feminine laughter. When she spoke again, however, there was a hint of steel in her voice. "Kyna will remove Kyna's clothes." It was no longer a suggestion, but a command. Reluctantly, Kyn began to undress. When she gave another of those heart-stopping smiles his reluctance completely disappeared, and he soon stood before her, completely naked. "Mmm." Her expression appeared to be almost hungry as she looked him up and down, her gaze lingering on his crotch. "Ayenna is impressed." Then she seemed to compose herself. "But Kyna is hurt." She said it as if reminding herself, and went to retrieve the items left near the door. Ayenna laid the items out near the heap of furs. "Come, Kyna. Sit." He sat on the furs and she knelt beside him. She picked up a cloth, dipped it in a bowl of water, then carefully began to clean his wounds. "Ayenna has a question. Will Kyna answer?" He winced slightly when she touched a tender spot. "If I can." "Why did Kyna not sleep when cut?" He stared at her, confused. "I don't understand. None of these wounds are life-threatening." "Ayenna knows this. Ayenna's sisters do not kill outsiders. But Ayenna's sis-" "Wait." He cut her off. "Your sisters killed my men." He said it accusingly, though he knew that it had been his own fault, and that ultimately it was he who was responsible. The Queen shook her head adamantly, still cleaning his wounds. "Ayenna's sisters do not kill outsiders. Ayenna's sisters take venom from animal, put venom on weapons. One cut makes mind sleep." "So they're alive?" "Kyna's men are awake. Kyna's men are safe. But Ayenna's sisters will not let Kyna's men leave." Relief flooded through him. He still felt guilt for leading them into this situation, but at least they were alive. He was about to ask exactly what would happen to them, but she spoke again. "Kyna did not answer Ayenna's question. Why did Kyna not sleep?" "I don't know." She had finished cleaning his wounds, and she was now crushing berries in a second bowl. Suddenly, the answer to her question came to him. "Wait, venom, you say? These are dangerous times in the kingdoms beyound your borders, especially for an Ambassador. My kingdom's ambassadors are also spies, and occasionally assassins. We receive a lot of training, and early in our careers they have us imbibe all kinds of potions and conconctions. They're supposed to grant immunity to many illnesses and poisons." He suddenly realized how dishonourable his profession sounded, and he was ashamed. "I have always endeavoured to be honest in my work..." The Queen had been listening closely, and she laid a hand on his arm. "Do not worry. Ayenna does not think badly of Kyna." The berries had been crushed into a paste by now, and she dipped her fingers into the bowl. She used her bare hands to apply the paste to his wounds. Her gentle touch was almost a caress. It struck him again how odd it was for a Queen to be doing this, and his respect for her rose even higher. Tasks like treating a wounded man should be beneath her. "Where is Kyna's woman?" She suddenly asked him, her eyes alight with curiosity. He wasn't entirely entirely certain of her meaning, and he answered hesitantly. "I, uhh... I don't have a woman." She frowned slightly, clearly not comprehending. "Kyna serves what?" Instantly, he replied, "I serve my King, he..." "He?" She demanded, suddenly aghast. "Kyna fucks men?" Kyn blinked at her. He wasn't familiar with the word she had used. "Fucks?" He watched her raise her hands and perform an obscene gesture which left no doubt as to what she meant, then she continued to apply the paste to his wounds, though now she moved stiffly, and she wasn't nearly as gentle. He felt himself blushing again. "No! I don't... 'fuck' men. Or women, for that matter. My King is leader of my land, and I do what he tells me, but we don't..." He struggled with the word again. "We don't fuck." She looked relieved. "Kyna come from strange land. In Ayenna's land, men submit to Ayenna's sisters." Then with a sly smile she asked, "Kyna is unmated? Kyna is virgin?" His face heated even further, and his mouth suddenly felt dry. The Queen was so direct. So blunt. "Yes..." Despite his age, he had never made love to a woman. Unlike many men, he wasn't satisfied with visiting a brothel. He had long since decided that he would only lie with a woman he loved. "Ayenna will be Kyna's woman." She declared. There were a few ways he could interpret that, and he wasn't sure which she had intended. He suddenly felt a powerful need to change the subject. He gestured at the bowl of paste which she was still applying and asked, "What is that?" "Ayenna's sisters named it bloodberry for its colour and its effects. Bloodberry eases pain and encourages healing." Kyn was a little dubious about the effects of the berries, but her every touch sent shivers up his spine. "It also edible." She added, and brought her fingers to his lips. Before he knew what he was doing, he was gently sucking her fingers clean, one after the other. The taste was pleasant, sweet even. She giggled girlishly. And then, quite suddenly, she kissed him. Kyn was taken by surprise. Her lips were soft, and her kiss was slow and gentle. It took him a few moments to gather his wits, but when he did he found that he was kissing her back. All too soon she pulled away. He looked at her, his disappointment clearly writ upon his face, and she gazed back with that same hunger as before. "Ayenna wants to fuck Kyna," She said with characteristic bluntness. Kyn could not help but admire her honesty and directness, but it still embarrassed him immensely, and that word she used seemed so crude. He had to admit though, it felt good to hear her say it. "Ayenna is tempted by lust. Ayenna's sisters satisfy Ayenna's lust until Ayenna chooses mate. Queen has only one mate. Ayenna takes time to choose mate carefully." Kyn nodded. "I understand." That was not entirely true though. He understood most of what she had said, but not why she had said it. And the part about satisfying her lust definitely eluded him. She idly ran her fingers over his chest as she spoke. "Ayenna and Kyna will speak again, but now Lina will show Kyna to room. Kyna will eat. Kyna will sleep. Then will Ayenna and Kyna speak again." Then she called for Lina, who arrived so quickly that she could only have been standing right outside. The woman looked at him, then placed her left hand against her chest and introduced herself. Kyn followed suit, and she nodded and said, "Come." Kyn reached for his clothes, but Ayenna stopped him gently. "Kyn will not wear clothes. Men do not wear clothes here." He shuddered at the thought of walking back through the dome without his clothes, but he had no choice. He knew that arguing would bring nothing but trouble. He stood and bowed somewhat stiffly, which seemed to amuse her, and then he turned and followed the woman named Lina from the room. He resolutely stared at her back as they crossed the dome, purposely ignoring the stares directed at him. When they entered one of the adjoining corridors he realized that he had been holding his breath, and he let it out explosively. Lina led him to a room almost identical to the Queen's own chamber. They had no need of furniture, it seemed. Kyn stepped inside and collapsed onto the furs, suddenly realizing how exhausted he was. A few minutes later Lina returned with a crude wooden tray heaped with food, which she set down just inside the room. She left again, but Kyn was almost certain that she was standing right outside. Hunger won out over exhaustion and he went to retrieve the food. There were various fruits and a large portion of dark meat. He had yet to see these people use any kind of fire, but the meat had been cooked. He attacked the meal voraciously, pausing every so often to drink from a wooden cup filled with cool water which seemed to have been flavoured with something. All in all it was a satisfying meal and he soon fell asleep, content with the knowledge that, though they were prisoners, he and his men were all safe. For the moment, anyway. His dreams were of her, and only her. Her beauty. The grace with which she moved. Her smile. Her smell. Her accent, and the blunt, honest way she spoke. Her laugh. The touch of her fingers and, even more importantly, her lips. All of it made his heart ache. She did not just hold his body captive, but his heart too. Despite the dreams, Kyn awoke feeling well rested. He noticed that another tray of food had been placed inside the room while he slept, and he ate gratefully. When he stepped into the corridor he found himself face to face with a dark-haired woman who he had not yet met. Like all of these women she was taller than him, but her face looked young. About nineteen, he guessed. She looked him up and down. Her gaze lingered on his crotch and, perhaps unconsciously, she licked her lips. She then looked him in the face and proceeded with the customary introduction. "Rana." He responded. "Kyna." He had not actually intended to use the name which Ayenna had given him, but it seemed to have come naturally to his tongue. He found that he was fond of the name. "What time is it?" He asked, but she just stared at him blankly. "Um... Where is the sun in the sky?" She seemed to understand that. "It is dawn. The sun is just rising. Queen Ayenna wishes to see Kyna. Come." His heart lurched nervously at that, but he hastened to follow. Their kiss was playing over and over in his mind, and it was almost as though he could feel the ghost of her lips on his own. He mentally shook himself. What had come over him? Rana led him directly to the throne room, and when they entered the dome he saw that the Queen sat once more upon her throne. Her face broke into a smile of genuine delight when she saw him. She seemed utterly incapable of hiding her emotions, and Kyn admired her all the more for that, too. She rose from her throne and approached him, seeming to walk on the shadows themselves. She was dressed almost the same as she had been the day before, only this time the short skirt was one of deep red fur which matched her hair colour rather nicely. Kyn spent a moment trying to recall an animal with fur such as that, but then the Queen was in front of him, smiling warmly, and he forgot all else. "Would Kyna like to join Ayenna for a walk?" In his mind he spoke the words "It would be my pleasure." The words of the Ambassador Kyn Rokan sounded rather insincere. However, the words the came from his lips were, "Kyna would like that very much." It seemed somehow far more appropriate, and he felt that it also expressed his feelings more accurately. "Kyna is kind to speak as Ayenna speaks." She slipped her hand into his and gently led him from the room. They walked side by side down the main corridor and emerged into the dim light of the clearing. It felt a little strange to be walking hand in hand with her. Strange, but decidedly pleasant. They left the 'palace' behind and began to wander at random. "Ayenna thought that Kyna might have questions." He did, and many of them, but he had no idea of where to begin. "Kyna must be confused." Kyn snorted. "You can say that again." Her brow creased slightly as she frowned. "Ayenna does not understand Kyna's words." "I meant yes," he explained. "I means the same as Kyna, yes?" "Kind of." He formed his words carefully to try to make her understsand. "But if Ayenna said I then I would mean Ayenna." "Ah, I understand now." She put emphasis on the I. "Kyna speaks strangely." He chuckled. "I suppose I do." They continued on in silence for a while, then finally he spoke again. "Why are there so few men here?" "There are almost forty men here," she told him. "But there are hundreds of women..." She blinked at him. "This seem strange to Kyna?" "Yes. In my land there are more men than women." "Ah," she said, "Many things make sense to Ayenna now." She didn't elaborate, but instead went on to explain how their society worked. "Almost all children are female. Men are slaves. Men minds are weak. Men do what Ayenna's sisters tell Men to do." Kyn took offence at that. "So you think my mind is weak?" She looked at him in an apologetic sort of way. "Ayenna did not mean that. Kyna is different from men of Forest. Kyna has stronger mind, almost as strong as Ayenna's. Ayenna finds Kyn more attractive too, and Kyn has bigger cock." That was another word which he had never heard, but the look she directed at his crotch left little doubt in his mind about what she meant. His face heated, but she was looking ahead again and appeared to be lost in thought. More and more women were emerging from their tents to go about their business, and many of them were staring at him. Kyn was relieved when he and Ayenna finally reached the edge of the clearing and stepped among the trees. They continued to walk deeper into the forest, still holding hands, and eventually Ayenna spoke again. "Does Kyna like the forest?" "Yes," he answered truthfully. He had fallen in love with the land itself on the very first day, when they first descended into Kenma. "My land holds no such natural beauty. We kill the animals, and we chop down the trees. We build ugly cities of stone, and then amuse ourselves by trying to destroy what other men create." The week he had spent in the forest thus far had greatly changed his opinions on civilization, he suddenly realized. He had never really had a problem with it while he was there. But now he actually envied these people their simple lives. Queen of the Forest Ch. 01 "Ayenna is glad," she said simply, and they walked in silence for a while longer. "Does Kynna find Ayenna attractive?" He stopped and looked at her seriously. She gazed back, her heart in her gorgeous green eyes. "Of all the beauty in this forest, Ayenna's is by far the greatest." Ayenna flashed him a smile of pure joy, and then she stepped close and kissed him again. It started out slow and gentle, but that didn't last for long. Soon she was pressing her entire body against his own and kissing him with a passion to which he responded in kind. He looped his arms around her waist. She had one hand on the back of his neck, and the other laid on his bare, muscled chest. Slowly, unconsciously, his hands moved towards her butt. First they ran down, feeling those two perfect mounds through the furs, and then he slipped them under her skirt and gently squeezed the Queen's soft flesh. She moaned quietly against his lips and kissed him even more fiercely, periodically pausing for short intervals to speak breathlessly, "Ayenna is... Very wet... Kyna... Makes Ayenna... So horny!" Kyna could feel his own arousal growing with each passing moment, literally. His lips moved along her jaw, and he began to kiss her neck, just below her ear. "I want to fuck you," He whispered. Filled with lust as he was, the words came naturally from his lips. She moaned again, as if the mere thought of it caused her pleasure. "Mmm, Ayenna wants to be fucked by Kyna, but... Can't..." The last word came out quietly, reluctantly. She gently pushed him away. "Ayenna and Kyna should return now." When she saw his erect member, she quickly turned away. Kyn could not know that it was taking all of her self control to resist giving into temptation. He was disappointed, frustrated even, but she took her people's traditions seriously, and he admired her for that too. He would not want to be responsible for her breaking those traditions. He realized that she was already heading back to the clearing, and he quickly followed. He did not particularly like the idea of remaining in the forest all alone, naked and unarmed. "Is it just the Queen who cannot... You know... Be with men?" As his lust slowly drained away, his usual awkwardness with all things sex-related began to return. "Why?" She suddenly sounded angry, for some reason. "Does Kyna want to fuck Ayenna's sisters?" "No!" He said quickly. "I was just curious..." "Oh. Ayenna is sorry. Ayenna was jealous." Her tone had softened again. She answered his question, "No. Warriors are also forbidden to mate. Warriors understand this when Warriors choose to become Warriors. Warriors take their pleasure from other women, like Ayenna must do until she chooses a mate." "Ah," he said simply. Kyn thought he was beginning to understand. He had heard about lesbians in his own land, but they were uncommon, and it was generally frowned upon. Though, judging by the way even the warriors stared at him, they were not actually lesbians, but bisexual. Intercourse with males was just forbidden. They had returned to the clearing and were now walking past the animal pens and tents once again. "Not-Warriors are free to mate with slaves." She continued. "Except one slave in each village. One slave in each village is kept until Queen chooses a mate. Queen's mate must be virgin." "You have other villages?" He was a little surprised by that, though when he thought about it he realized that it had been silly to assume that this was the only village in the forest. "Yes. Nine in total. This is biggest one." "And when will you choose your mate?" He blurted the question. He found he was also jealous, both of the women she had been taking pleasure from, and of the men from which she would select her mate. "Ayenna is ready. Ayenna will tell Ayenna's sisters to prepare for the ceremony. But first, Ayenna wants pleasure. Kyna made Ayenna horny, and after Ayenna announces she is ready Ayenna will have no pleasure for seven days, when Ayenna will choose a mate." "So the ceremony will be in seven days?" The thought of Ayenna choosing a mate made him feel physically ill. "Yes. Ayenna will see little of Kyna before the ceremony. Ayenna is sorry." He nodded stiffly. They were approaching the palace now. Ayenna paused at the entrance to speak to one of the guards, who Kyn recognized as the young Rana. "Rana will give Queen Ayenna pleasure. Come." The young woman nodded, eagerly it seemed, and then followed Ayenna inside. Kyn turned and kicked at an unoffending rock with his bare foot. It didn't help much, but the pain gave him something else to think about as he wandered aimlessly through the village. As the day wore on, he invented ever more ridiculous plans to escape. He suspected that someone would stop him if he tried to just walk out of the village. Even if he did escape to the forest, he had no clothes, no weapons, and no horse. Even were he mounted, it would take around five days to reach either border. As night descended he gave up on an impossible plan to disguise himself as a warrior woman and headed to his small room in the palace, where he found food waiting for him. He ate, then wrapped himself in the furs and went to sleep. Kyn felt better when he awoke the next morning. Breakfast was more or less the same as the previous day, except the water seemed to have been flavoured with something different, and the meat seemed to have come from a different animal. It wasn't a whole lot of variety, but it was better than eating the same meal over and over. His mood was soured somewhat when he emerged from his room to find Rana waiting for him. He felt another surge of jealousy, more powerful than before since this time he had a pretty, young face to direct it at. "Queen Ayenna has instructed Rana to guide Kyna, and to answer any questions Kyna might have." "That isn't necessary," he growled. He tried to step around her, but she barred his way. "Rana will accompany Kyna wherever Kyna goes." She used that same commanding tone that her Queen occasionally used. The one that instantly told him that arguing would be a waste of time. "Fine." "Where would Kyna like to go?" "Nowhere." "Kyna would prefer to stay here?" "No." "Kyna is being childish," she said reproachfully. "So?" He knew she was right, but he didn't care. "Would Kyna like to spar?" He was just opening his mouth to say "No" again when he changed his mind. "That's a marvelous idea," he said enthusiastically. Maybe giving her a thrashing on the practice field would make him feel better. The corner of her mouth curled upwards, and she turned and led the way down the corridor. They exited through a side entrance and, after a minute or two of walking, arrived at a fair-sized training ground. There was a structure that looked something like a barracks on one side, and the field itself was divided by simple wooden fences. There were just as many children here as there were grown women, some practicing archery, and others pairing off against each other. The youngest of them were hitting each other with sticks, but most of them used real weapons with startling proficiency. "What is Kyna's weapon of choice?" She asked him. "A sword." There was a certain amount of hostility in his voice. She looked amused by his answer, but said nothing. She wandered off, then returned a few moments later with a sword, which she handed to him. He hefted it, then swung it experimentally a couple of times. It had a nice weight to it, and it was well balanced. Rana selected an empty practice ring and leapt over the fence. He joined her, and they stood a few paces apart, facing each other. She gripped a spear in both of her hands. Kyn judged the weapon to be about the same height as Rana herself. It may have a good range, he thought, but it looks like a pretty clumsy weapon. He soon found out how wrong he was. His first charge was disastrous. He had assumed that, because of her age, she would be an easy opponent. He had been wrong about that too. She kept him at a distance, jabbing the spear at him and forcing him to defend himself. He found it difficult to guard against her attacks with only a sword, and when he side-stepped a thrust she would quickly deliver a blow with the shaft of the weapon. No matter what he tried, he could not get close enough to counter-attack. He even hacked at the spear in an attempt to shatter it, but the wood was resilient and flexible. He was growing increasingly frustrated. His sword was near useless against her skill with a spear so, the next time she thrust at him, rather than dodging to one side as she had expected, he caught the shaft of the spear in his hand and pulled it from her grip. He was more startled by his sudden victory then she had been by the loss of her weapon though, and she quickly closed the distance between them and delivered a solid kick to his torso before he could react. He doubled over, relaxing his grip on both the sword and the spear as he tried to recover the breath which had been knocked from him. A small group of spectators had gathered. When he finally caught his breath he approached a young girl who was leaning on the fence to watch the fight and asked if he could borrow her spear. She nodded and handed it over to him. It was a little shorter than Rana's, but he figured it might even the odds a little. The fight resumed. He wielded the spear clumsily at first, but he felt he was getting the hang of it pretty quickly. Soon they were feinting, parrying and trading blows even more ferociously than before, and the crowd of spectators grew steadily larger. They fought for the most of the morning. Every time he thought he had gained a victory over her, she immediately knocked him off his feet or disarmed him. He began to suspect that she was holding back most of the time. Finally, when she held the point of her spear to his throat, he yielded. After thanking the young girl and returning her spear, he set off towards the central structure which, in his head, he referred to as the palace. Rana caught up with him. "Is Kyn still mad at Rana?" He thought about that for a moment. "No," he admitted. The fight seemed to have cleared his mind, which might have been why she had suggested sparring in the first place, he realized. "I apologize for my earlier behaviour." She smiled at him. "Rana accepts Kyna's apology." "Are there are any baths here?" His muscles ached, and he was covered in sweat and dust. She laughed. "Does Rana smell like Rana never bathes?" She looked down at herself, then laughed some more. She was as sweaty and dusty as he was. "Forget Rana said that. Come. There is a lake nearby. The sun warms the water there, so it is good place for bathing." She led Kyn back into the forest a ways, and they came to the shore of a large lake. The huge trees still cluttered the shore, but the sun was in a position where it reached the water there, for the sky above the lake was open. There were other women already bathing there, and they all stared curiously at Kyn as he waded out into the warm water. He was slowly growing accustomed to the constant ogling, but he was still greatly embarassed by their nudity, and he avoided looking directly at any of them. He heard splashing behind him, and he knew that Rana was following. He ducked beneath the water as soon as it was deep enough, then swam out until he was a fair distance away from the others and felt he had some small amount of privacy. All of a sudden, Rana's head popped out of the water nearby, and that privacy was shattered. He glared at her. "Rana was told to watch over Kyna," she explained calmly. "I know but... Can't you watch over me from there?" He gestured at the area where the other women were bathing. "Why? Are Kyna and Rana not friends?" "I wouldn't quite go that far..." "Is Rana's company unpleasant?" "No, I guess not. It's just that... You're naked." "Kyna is very observant," she said sarcastically. He struggled to explain it to her. "Where I come from, men and women aren't naked together..." She laughed. "How silly!" Then she proceeded to wash her hair more thoroughly. When they were both finished bathing, they returned to the shore. As they passed the other women again, Kyn couldn't help but notice that some were now doing more than just bathing. He felt his face heating. He waited on the shore while Rana carefully washed her clothes, staring at the trees the whole time. He was relieved when she finally finished and they headed back into the village. They ate lunch together, then passed the afternoon touring the forge and tannery, which were both set apart from the main village so as to not disrupt day to day life. Obviously, they were both run by women. Rana told him that the men were only given simple jobs when they weren't being used for breeding. All in all, Kyn found the afternoon quite interesting, and by the end of the day he felt he had actually become friends with Rana. For the next six days, Kyn spent most of his time with Rana. The whole village was abuzz with the news that Queen Ayenna was ready to choose a mate. He frequently heard women talking about the candidates, comparing the sizes of various parts of their anatomy, or talking excitedly about how they would get the chance to mate with the ones which Ayenna didn't pick. It seemed that after the Queen had selected her mate, the rest of the candidates were given to the women who had yet to bear a child, and a mass orgy took place. The whole thing made Kyn quite sick, not because he disapproved, but because he could not bear the thought of Ayenna having a mate. The bouts kept his mind occupied though. Each day he and Rana would face each other on the practice field. She began to teach him the finer points of wielding a spear, and he found that he actually preferred it over a sword. His skill advanced rapidly, and the spear became his new weapon of choice. Their practice bouts often drew huge crowds, and he was frequently compared to a Rlramwa, though he still had not found out exactly what one of those was. It seemed to be a compliment of some kind though. Once, even Ayenna came to watch them fight. It was the first time he had seen her, and it was a painful reminder of why his heart ached for her. After their bouts, Rana had asked, "Kyna loves Queen Ayenna very much, yes?" He had scoffed at that, but it had given him a lot to think about. He had only spent a short time with her, and though he was extremely attracted to her, his feelings for her went quite a bit beyond lust. Perhaps it was just an obsession born from the fact that he could never be with her, but she was never far from his mind. Everything from her blunt honesty to her stunning beauty. Her accent and her laugh. Her smile... Oh, her smile... And so it was that on the morning of the seventh day he refused to get out of bed. He could just sleep until it had all passed, and he could finally get over his ridiculous infatuation he had for a Queen, of all people. Granted, not a Queen of any 'civilized' country. No, a Queen far more dignified and civilized than any of them would ever be, he thought bitterly, and she was not beneath ordinary tasks. She was very much one of her people. It was already long past midday when Rana barged in, tore the furs back, and splashed freezing cold water on him. "Go away," he grumbled. "Does Kyna know what day it is?" "Yes, which is precisely why I'm staying in bed." "Kyna is not staying in bed. Kyna will present himself to the Queen." "And why would I do that?" He rolled over and covered himself with the furs again. "Because Kyna is a possible mate. Rana thought Kyna was more intelligent than slave-men. Get up." He untangled himself from the furs and climbed to his feet. "Okay, okay. I'm up. I don't see what good it's going to do though." "Does Kyna wish Rana to help him shave?" He blinked at her. "Shave?" "Yes, shave." She pointed at his beard, which he had not shaved in at least ten days. "Kyna cannot present himself to the Queen like that." She held up a bowl of water, presumably the water she had splashed him with, and another bowl containing some kind of pale paste. "No, I'm quite capable of shaving myself, thank you." He rubbed some of the paste into his beard, and she then offered him her dagger. He found it was rather more difficult than using a razor for some reason. Perhaps due to the larger size and weight. After he nicked himself a couple of times, Rana took the dagger from him. "Kyna will slice Kyna's face off like that," she said, and proceeded to shave him. Then, when his face was completely smooth, she took some of the paste and began to rub it around his crotch. He leapt away from her hand, and she rolled her eyes. "Kyna is being silly. Kyna must be shaved there too. It would be a shame if something were accidentally removed, so Rana will do it. Come here." He sighed rather loudly but did as instructed, and she carefully shaved him there too. Rana cleaned her dagger and had Kyna wash off the remaining paste before they left the room. Kyn found that he felt even more naked now. He grumbled some more on the way out, and even more as Rana led him down the corridor. They did not go directly to the throne room, but instead circled around until they were in the main corridor. They were not the only ones there, however. Nine tall males formed a line, each accompanied by a warrior. Kyna fell in behind them with Rana at his side. The full implications of what was happening were just beginning to dawn on him. Would Ayenna choose him? He had not considered that possibility until now. Did he want Ayenna to choose him? Yes... Almost as if they had been waiting for him, the ceremony began. It was a simple enough ceremony. No blazing trumpets. No festive decorations. No long, boring speeches. The tall slave at the front of the line was simply led into the throne room by the warrior who accompanied him, he faced the throne, introduced himself, then stepped off to one side. Some of the other slaves said a few words after introducing themselves, but Kyn wasn't paying attention. It was almost his turn to present himself before the Queen. His heart was hammering against his chest, his mouth was suddenly dry, and he felt more than a little dizzy. "Know that Rana thinks of Kyna as a sister, not a slave." The woman at his side whispered to him. He couldn't quite get his voice to work, so he nodded at her in reply. He understood, at least partially, the meaning behind her words, and he was touched. Suddenly her hand was pressing against his back, "Come. It is time." He took a deep breath and stepped beyond the fur door into the throne room. There were fully twice as many warriors lining the room than was usual, and on top of that, he estimated that there were approximately eighty of the women who had not yet bore a child, yet they all fit easily into the gigantic dome. As always when he entered the room, he was mesmerized for a moment by that strange, dancing green light... ...Then he laid eyes upon the Queen, and all else fled his mind. She was seated regally upon the throne, her circlet atop her deep red hair. She was dressed in white leather and white furs, and Kyn found the similarity to a bride's wedding gown oddly appropriate. She was smiling at him. He approached the throne and dropped to one knee. Placing his hand on his chest he said simply, "Kyna will gladly serve Queen Ayenna." It was far from being the most eloquent speech, but it was honest. She gazed at him, and even while she looked directly into his eyes she announced, "Kyna will be Queen Ayenna's mate. These slaves," she gestured at the other nine men, "Queen Ayenna gifts to Queen Ayenna's sisters." Queen of the Forest Ch. 01 The slaves obediently joined the crowds of women, and the women fell upon them, and upon each other. "Come," Ayenna then spoke to Kyn alone. "Pleasure Ayenna." She slowly lifted her skirts until she was laid bare before him, as he was before her. Instinctively, he knew exactly what to do. He knelt before her throne and gently kissed the inside of her thigh, feeling her shiver at the touch of his lips. He kissed her thighs again and again, slowly working his way closer to that sweet treasure between her legs. His nose filled with the strong, pleasant scent of her arousal, and he breathed deep. "Ohhh, kiss Ayenna's pussy," she begged. She placed a hand on the back of Kyn's head and firmly pushed his face between her legs. He knew instantly what she meant, and he eagerly obliged, gently kissing her outer lips. Her pussy was very wet, and he found the taste even more pleasant and addictive than her scent. He teased her outer lips for a while before gently parting them with his tongue and delving deeper. He ran the tip of his tongue along the whole length of her hot, wet cunt, and ended by flicking it against her sensitive clit, which elicited a high-pitched moan from his Queen. Hers were not the only moans, though. Behind Kyn, more than a hundred people were involved in an orgy. Though the warriors were forbidden from mating with men, they were enthusiastically pleasuring each other. Some of them were even thrusting large, vaguely-phallic shaped fruit into their own cunts, or those of the other women. Others had their faces buried between another woman's legs while they themselves were straddling the faces of yet other women. The slaves were the main attraction though. One woman would be riding their hard cocks, while another would grind their pussy into the slave's face, then they would switch places, or move on to pleasure women. Others would then take their place, lick the cock to make it hard again, and the whole process was repeated. Kyn, however, cared little for what was happening behind him. All of his attention was focused on the pussy in front of him. He kissed, licked, sucked and even gently nibbled on that delicious pussy, eagerly lapping at the juices which leaked from her. Then, when Ayenna's moans reached a fever pitch, he closed his lips around her clit and gently sucked it into his mouth. She shuddered violently. With her fingers tangled in his hair, she firmly held his face against her pussy until her orgasm subsided. His chin was covered in her glistening juices when she finally released him. She stood, and ordered him to do the same. He obeyed. She gently pushed him onto her throne and straddled him. Eating her pussy had made his cock incredibly hard, and it stood proudly between them. She ignored it for the moment, leaning close to lick her own juices from his chin. He moved his head to intercept her lips, and they shared a passionate kiss, the strong taste of her sex filling both of their mouths. She reached down and grasped his cock, holding it as she poised her dripping wet entrance aboive it. "Finally, Ayenna can fuck Kyna." Wasting no time, she suddenly lowered her hips, deeply impaling her virgin pussy on his hard cock. She bit his lip against the pain, but still she lifted her hips up to sink onto his cock once again, and she was soon riding him for all she was worth. As he had in the forest when they had kissed, he slipped his hands beneath her skirt and gripped her soft butt tightly as she thrust herself onto him. She rolled her hips at the end of each downward thrust, and it felt incredible. He could feel a pressure building inside him, but he desperately wanted this moment to continue forever. He looked at her perfectly beautiful face. Her head was tilted back, her eyes were closed, and she was moaning sharply with each thrust. Then a look of pure ecstasy molded onto her features as she reached another orgasm. Her pussy contracted around his cock, and he just couldn't hold back any longer. He squirted his hot seed deep inside her, and her pussy continued to squeeze every last drop from him. She collapsed against him, her breathing laboured, just as his was. "That was incredible," he whispered quietly. "Mmmm..." was her only reply. For the first time he noticed everything else that was happening in the dome. All of the naked bodies, glistening with sweat and writhing together. The room was filled with moans and cries of pleasure, and of the heavy scent of sex. He saw the things that the women were doing to each other, and he felt his cock begin to rise again. Ayenna felt that too, and she looked at him, a sly smile coming to her lips. She climbed from his lap and, taking his hand, led him into her room behind the throne.