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Princess by Default: Chapter Fourteen By Noel Lexicon Copyright 04/2002 This material may not be reprinted, reposted or in any way publicly or privately distributed without the prior written permission of the author. This story contains graphic sex scenes and is intended for adults only. Chapter Fourteen: A concubine finds her Master As soon as they were confident local space had been swept clean of all tripartite forces, the Emperor, myself and Hawkins, Lady Murielle, and at my insistence an unconscious Sensha (I had stopped them from killing her) and a critically injured Stoneface, were quickly spirited away to a secret location. There, the first counterstrike and beginnings of war began in earnest. The Families had made the largest miscalculation in their dark history and the only thing saving them from immediate total annihilation was the large and dangerous military presence, and equal guilt, of the Federalist Union. I could imagine what those families, who not aware of the secret treaty between the house of Darna, the house of Senaak, and the Federalist Union were going to say when they found themselves unexpectedly thrust into the middle of the Tripartite's war with the Tsarick Empire. The fallout from the Families' attempted coup impacted everything including me. Most looked at me in fear and distrust now. Everyone was starkly aware that I possessed abilities they didn't, abilities that might let me control them, read their thoughts, or whatever their darkest fears were. So after the families' debacle, I became heroine and pariah at the same time. Even the Emperor was skittish of me. And my guards, they vacillated between total awe, fear, and pride in cycles I didn't have a prayer of understanding. Only Hawkins remained constant and yet even his attitude changed, more pride and possessiveness. It was not an easy time for any of us. Subtle fear permeated everyone and everywhere. The Families and the Federalist Union together made a formidable and dangerous enemy. Enough military muscle to keep the Tsarick Empire from destroying them outright and with the talents of the Families, a potential for fifth column work that completely exceeded the Empire's defensive capabilities. And if all the uncertainty was not enough, I greatly missed the affection, humor and even irritation that had been directed towards plain old Farkle. Being feared is not my idea of fun. One week after the coup had been crushed, Emperor Jer'Tock's attention focused exclusively on me - perhaps by necessity. A number of his ministers came and spoke very soft and very sweet but for all the sibilant softness they still delivered an ultimatum: the Emperor wanted a historic jewel bonded to my body in a sexual place. No one wanted me upset or irritated, but the Emperor had decided and was determined to have his way. The fact that he had not come in person spoke volumes about his anxiety and uncertainty regarding my abilities and my frame of mind. 'Accept graciously, Kid. There are no other options and resistance will only feed everyone's fears,' Max said. 'Not your pussy getting pierced!' 'It's an ownership thing, Kid. The Emperor is proclaiming you are the personal property of the Tsarick Empire.' 'Home sweet home, huh?' 'Afraid so, Kid.' 'Is that the reason you started a rejuve a couple days ago?' I asked. There was a slight pause. I think my being aware and not saying anything surprised Max. 'It's time for long legged and dazzling beauty, Kid,' Max said. 'They aren't about to let you go anywhere in this lifetime. Besides, sexual goddess will make it harder for them to look at you in fear and it will be lots more fun.' I snorted. I was beginning to think the Senaak beauty treatments affected Max as much as me. Maybe more! 'I heard that!' I giggled. Imagine Max being sensitive! Fifteen minutes later I found myself in a special medical center looking at the large jewel bedecked golden ring Jer'Tock's minister was holding in a special box. It was to be inserted underneath my clitoris in a triangle piercing. A special piece of that ring would bio-grow into my pubic bone making removal of Jer'Tock's ownership symbol impossible without an operation. An operation that no one in Tsarick Imperial space would ever willingly perform. Of course the bright side was that Emperor Jer'Tock and those around him were very, very serious about my continued presence in the Royal household and would honor almost any wish I put forth, except my leaving. And realistically, outside of the royal Seraglio, my life would be quickly forfeit because the Families and the Federalist Union would pay any sum imaginable to get their hands on me. Effort and expense was simply not a consideration. "You know, you're one fine piece of ass," said the Med-Tech performing the installation. And with that he patted me familiarly on the inside of my thigh. Easy for him to see since my feet were in the table stirrups, my legs were wide apart and there was nothing between he and my sex except air. And it was a clear day! While immensely better than what I had encountered in the House of Senaak's beauty center, his bedside manner was not something maidens were likely to write home breathlessly about. "Empress, you fool," whispered Jer'Tock's minister in utter dismay. "Nah," said the Med-Tech, shaking his head. He looked at the minister, didn't recognize him, then turned and looked me in the eye - for the first time. "You're not the Empress, are you?" he said shaking his head negatively. "Me? Hey, I'm just plain old Farkle Dimwitty Quadpucker NimNums the 23rd," I said. He made a sound like steam escaping from an overloaded boiler then his eyes flickered and rolled up into his head. It was half a minute or more before he could even speak. "Empress, I apologize," he stammered fearfully. Must have been the NimNums. No other part of that goofy name could ever be mistaken for royalty. * * * Two days later in Lady Murielle's personal quarters: "Lady Jasmine, they . . ." and then she broke down in tears and sobbed inconsolably. I scooted over until I was beside her on the couch and moved her head onto my shoulder. I stroked her back and sent comfort and the feeling of being loved through my hands as Lady Murielle wept loudly and uncontrollably. I reached out with my talents and almost recoiled. The beauty of her mind, the great curiosity, the delightful sexuality, the immense intellect was shorted with mind numbing fear and tormented bitterness. For a moment I felt absolutely sick. She was another beautiful thing despoiled by the Families. Her being raped repeatedly by the Families in front of the Emperor had devastated her and the Emperor both. And after living through the hell the House of Senaak had inflicted on me, I understood, especially about the Emperor's not yet inviting her back to his bed. He had been impotent to protect her and in a way, he had been raped as badly as she - and in front of her. His feeling of invincibility, his feelings of personal power and importance, meaning a large part of his self-image, had been totally shattered. A lot of healing was going to be necessary before things could return to some semblance of normal. And the Emperor had to heal in the near future, otherwise the Empire's retaliation against the tripartite would solidify into Jer'Tock's personal vendetta -- something not good for the Empire or Jer'Tock in the long run. I wasn't sure why I cared, for they still held me against my will, but I did. But then again, leaving was a sure death sentence for me now and my leaving would certainly seal the Empire's fate: something I didn't want on my conscience. "Lady Jasmine, you must think me weak and spineless," Lady Murielle said sitting up and wiping her eyes. She had finally stopped crying. I breathed deeply in relief. I had used my Family talents to successfully adjust an important part of her mind during her crying bout. She would heal now and I was pretty sure she would no longer be plagued by nightmares. She took a large breath to calm herself. Her eyes were red, her nose running, she was obviously distressed and even so she was a beautiful, delicious creature. It was easy to see why she had caught the Emperor's eye. She even smelled like what she was, a luscious ripe female! I handed her a silk tissue. "I think you are one of the loveliest people I've had the good fortune to meet. I also know how valuable you are to the Empire and the Emperor," I said. Her eyes grew large and for a moment I thought she was going to resume her crying. "You are to be Empress, Lady Jasmine, and rightfully so. Without you, . . ." she shuddered so violently she couldn?t finish the sentence. What she had said was my growing fear. Empress? Yuck! Why didn't they hold a raffle? "I'm soiled. I have no position and no one will want me now," Lady Murielle said. Tears rolled nonstop down her cheek again. I leaned over and gently kissed her nose then deliberately licked the fullness of her lips with my tongue. "I want you," I said huskily while staring lustfully into her eyes. Lady Murielle's eyes widened in surprise. She glanced down nervously, then back up at me, then shyly down as she slowly blushed. She hadn't the slightest idea of how to deal with my declaration, with my openly displayed carnal desires. And we both knew I'd meant exactly what I'd just said. When she looked up again she found me smiling at her. She unconsciously licked her lips where my tongue had caressed them moments before, causing my nipples to harden painfully. Did I mention she is a delicious creature? She had been born female and greatly loved that happenstance. Especially since she had been given the opportunity to use both her beauty and talents for something she believed in, the Emperor and the Tsarick Empire. I'd been born with a dick and never gotten to use it . . . well on anyone else. Don't go there! 'Why don't you mention the size of her . . .?' 'Max!' "You really are an Empress," Lady Murielle said softly looking into my eyes. She used the tissue I had given her to wipe her face and dry her eyes. When she felt she was more presentable she looked at me, her expression full of thankfulness. 'I think I've known you would be the Empress since the first time I saw you, Lady Jasmine. No matter how bad things were for you, you endured. You never complained, never whined and you never gave in. You dealt with things in ways that left others scrambling to catch up. Even getting raped by that bastard -- it never touched you. In fact, you reversed it into the worst ordeal imaginable for your rapist. I . . ." I stopped her with a raised hand. "Different backgrounds, Lady Murielle. I am . . . was, a simple trader. If you had any idea how many times I've had it stuck in me and broken off and not even gotten kissed for my efforts, you wouldn't be so surprised at my reactions now. You learn to deal with pain when you've had to endure a lot of it." "Oh, Farkle, I'm so sorry. I would have nothing bad ever happen to you." And her emotions were so strong that I knew her words for the truth. And her reply answered a question I had pondered many times, why had she sent Hawkins and Robin to me. Now I knew - she had thought they would help me and thereby help the Emperor. The Emperor had found himself a real jewel in Lady Murielle. I patted her affectionately and emoted admiration. "Then you know my feelings about you. And know this Lady Murielle: the Emperor has many decisions to make and should he for any reason not keep you at his side, I am hereby claiming you for my household. The Empire needs you, the Emperor needs you, and I need you. As long as I'm here, so too shall you be." She looked at me in surprise. As we sat staring at one another I felt her surprise turn to relief, then to immense gratitude. Lady Murielle smiled shyly then leaned forward and kissed me affectionately. After that we sat holding hands and smiling at one another. It was really nice! Have I mentioned she is a totally delicious creature? "One last thing, Lady Murielle. You must exhibit great patience now, but never pity. Your true position is beside the Emperor . . ." I quickly held up my hand to silence her budding reply. My words brought puzzlement to her lovely face and for a moment she looked at me with unbridled curiosity. It was heartwarming seeing all that intelligence focused once again. Suddenly I saw a flash of understanding cross her face and give way to a look of horror. She had just realized that Jer'Tock in a way had also suffered rape. "I should of thought," she said. "How self-cente . . ." My raised hand stopping her again. I certainly didn't want her beating up on herself for the evil visited upon us by the Families. "Intense pain and personal anguish do not yield easily to logic and introspection, Lady Murielle. That you understand now is what is important. You can see why you must exhibit great patience and love. But not pity, never pity!" She stared wide-eyed at me for a moment then leaned forward and gave me a delicate feathery kiss on my lips. It was filled with thankfulness and such intense admiration it made my panties totally wet on the spot. 'Everything makes your panties wet!' 'Max!' "My Empress, your wishes are my commands," Lady Murielle said reverently. "My Empress?, Damn! Even she was doing it. My expression must not have been as guarded as I thought for she giggled and looked at me charmingly. Her restored happiness was simply delicious and left me wanting her physically. My nearly overwhelming desire to possess her was another reason to heal Jer'Tock. She would need him to balance the lust she would have to deal with from me. Unfortunately, trying to heal Jer'Tock meant I was going to have to exhibit lots of patience myself for my trading experience told me the opportunity to heal the Emperor was not yet on the horizon. "Well, if you really see me as your Empress, there is one thing you could do that would definitely please me -- if it can be done with complete willingness on your part," I said. Lady Murielle looked at me curiously and blushed slightly under my intense sexual admiration. "Your wish is my command, Empress. What is it you desire?" "This!" And with that I let my hand wander to her shoulder and there I slowly moved the strap to her dress down her arm until her breast was exposed. Wow! Beautiful nipple! I was in love! Okay, lust maybe -- but who pays that much attention at times like these. Pant, pant! I stared at her beautiful feminine attribute unabashedly and felt her blush hotly. After a few seconds her nipple swelled and hardened. Ten long sexually tense seconds later she raised an elegant hand and in a delicious feminine gesture slowly removed the strap off her other shoulder and down her arm until her other breast was proudly exposed. Wow, a matching set! I was twice in love! And I understood another of Lady Murielle's talents -- her elegant way of saying things! When I finally looked up I found Lady Murielle looking intensely at me. I knew that look and so did my panties. Yabba yabba do! When I finally left her apartment that night a number of things had shifted in Lady Murielle's paradigm. She and I in her mind were now firmly established as lovers, possibly for life. She also completely accepted my pronouncement that great patience was required on her part regarding her resumption of intimacy with Emperor Jer'Tock. Even though the sex and intimacy between Lady Murielle and myself had sizzled, her recognition that intimacy with Jer'Tock was still a part of her future had returned hot passion to her life and put the special sparkle in her eyes. It was that which helped me see Lady Murielle clearly. For all her tremendous political skills, her immense social polish and great beauty, she was meant to stand at the side of a powerful male. She needed his emotional strength to be complete. Needed his approval! Me, I needed males too, only my needs were a little more physical and came lower on their bodies. Hey, nobody's perfect! 'Especially you!' 'Max!' Before I left I arranged for twenty guards to be permanently assigned as protection for Lady Murielle. It wasn't so much her safety I was concerned about as it was how others saw her. While I was not politically savvy in Lady Murielle's league I knew that a retinue of personal guards would make a large statement to others regarding her status in the royal household. Her smile of pure joy when she saw the first of her guards arrive said she had easily understood what I was doing. Lady Murielle was definitely a succulent treasure. When I finally returned to my quarters Hawkins was waiting with everything that might please me including the ten guards of my retinue who possessed my favorite foy flowers. I chuckled to myself then paused. Hawkins knew me perhaps better than I did myself for when I stopped to sense my needs, I found I had desires only the male sex organ could satisfy. I needed a deep satisfying drink of male essence - and all the pleasures that went with getting it. "Thank you, Hawkins," I said glancing at the ten mostly undressed waiting guards and then back to Hawkins. "Empress Jasmine, the pleasure is totally mine and theirs," he said indicating the guards in the room. They were all nodding vigorously and along with Hawkins were radiating pleasure so intensely at me that they caused me to shiver and forget to give Hawkins my usual scowl for the 'Empress' title he insisted on using. Hawkins even took my hand and kissed the back of it. He was making it as clear as possible how strongly he approved of what I had done. I knew word traveled fast and for a moment I wondered about the intensity of his feelings until I remembered that Lady Murielle had been responsible for his coming to me. Loyalty was a major part of Hawkins' life and now that loyalty belonged to me. Truly I owed Lady Murielle more than I had realized. * * * Three weeks later I was enjoying the fruits of whatever political power I possessed to the maxim. I had ordered Sensha, Lady Murielle, and a woman named Karolene brought to a special spa I had requested built. Both females looked suspiciously at Sensha for the first thirty minutes of our beauty treatments and only my continually including Sensha in the conversation finally got them over their fear and intense dislike of her. What they didn't know, was that had I been working with Sensha since the day of her capture. Using a system of torture I wasn't proud of I had slowly gained complete control of Sensha. She totally feared me now because she knew I was much stronger than her Family-talent wise and she knew beyond any doubt that one word from me would cause her death. A death she knew many wanted to see! And I had demonstrated repeatedly to her that displeasing me in the slightest brought intense and immediate pain. The carrot I was holding out to Sensha was sex. I had let her have sex with me when she was pleasing and in the throes of her passion I had forcefully made her my submissive. I had used my talents at full force on her and Sensha now needed me sexually. So much so that the sight of me now immediately hardened her nipples and truthfully she was where I wanted her, a place where any sort of affection from me would make her intensely love me. Would make her identify with me. I felt uncomfortable inducing such a condition in another human but we were playing a high stakes game involving many human lives and I didn't fancy becoming a Families prisoner for any reason, including a bit of squeamishness on my part. The other woman, Karolene, was a survivor of the Families massive assault. Her husband and child had not made it and even in surviving Karolene had been gang raped by thirty plus soldiers of the Federalist Union. And while I was immensely sympathetic to everyone's losses, so many sad people around me were taking a toll on my emotions so I had started trying to help those in need. Karolene had been one of those I was working with when I had suffered a brainstorm of sorts. 'Knowing you I bet that hurt -- a lot!' 'Max!' Besides working slightly with her mind to remove the worst of the ordeal she had suffered, ten days ago I had had Karolene's body sexually sculpted and had her given intense beauty treatments. The treatments were something that in the normal course of her life she would never have considered for herself as she would see the cost as too prohibitive for any benefit. Karolene was basically a warm loving person who saw herself as a military wife and truly didn't know what to do with herself now that she possessed so much feminine beauty. She needed others to care for, to love, to be loved by. The four of us, totally nude, were sitting on specially constructed rubdown tables in the gorgeous central room of what people were now calling the Empress Spa. Sigh! The tables were positioned such that when the four of us were on our stomachs our heads would be about five feet away looking at one another. Great for conversations and other nefarious plans! One wall of the spa was entirely glasstite and looked out over a beautiful small garden park replete with small lake and sparkling waterfall. On our side of the glasstite wall were plantings and shrubs that gave a real garden feel to the room. Adding to the ambience were three fountains with interconnected glasstite water filled bottoms containing water and beautiful exotic fish. I was pleased at the peaceful feel to the room the workmen had achieved. At my signal three of my favorite guards, wearing only terry towel shorts, walked up to Sensha. She quickly looked at me, the beginnings of fear filling her beautiful face. "They're for you to choose from, Sensha. They have all practiced diligently at giving delicious hot oil rubdowns. Choose the one whose hands you would most desire on your body." Her smile of gratitude made Sensha's face the most appealing I had ever seen it since her capture. I could sense both Karolene and Lady Murielle looking at me curiously. After a moment Sensha turned back to me. "Mistress, they're all . . ." "Yes, they are," I said grinning widely. "But choose one for now. In the weeks ahead there's a good chance you can earn an oil rub down from each of them." Sensha grinned excitedly at me then turned and immediately chose the one closest to her. With her choice the other two walked to Lady Murielle who looked at me curiously. "It's total decadence, Lady Murielle, but you deserve it. Choose one," I said. She glanced at the two healthy males with their beginning erections and blushed. "You choose, Lady Jasmine. They're both delectable so I know I'll be pleased with your choice for me, as I always am," she said. I marveled at her innate skill. Even in a small social setting she had made the guards and me feel good in the same sentence. And she probably wasn't aware consciously of even doing it, so ingrained was the talent in her. I chose for her and the remaining guard came and stood by me. I could sense Karolene looking at me and wondering. "Karolene do you remember our conversation about rewards and heros?" I asked. "Yes Emp . . ." "Lady Jasmine," I corrected quickly. "Yes, Lady Jasmine," she said somewhat embarrassed at my rebuke. I nodded at Hawkins and the door opened and in walked First Sergeant Teford Collins. He had been a recent addition to my guard retinue. He was a genuine hero of the Families dastardly invasion and had been highly decorated for his bravery. He was one of the lonely few who had survived out of his assault battalion. Unfortunately, he had lost his wife and child when the Tripartite forces had overrun the Arnes army base and no medal or money would ever replace that loss. The first Sergeant was my idea of what a truly professional career solider would look like, sandy brown hair, strong chin, ramrod straight back and an interesting face replete with handlebar mustache and the attitude to go with it. Just observing him the short time he had been around my guards I knew one thing, when he soldiered, those around him did so too if they knew what was good for them. "First Sergeant, I would like to ask a favor of you," I said. He was so sharply dressed you could have cut paper on the crease in his trousers. The four of us women were nude, however it didn't surprise me that his eyes never strayed from my face. "The pleasure would be mine, Emp . . . Lady Jasmine," he managed. "That beautiful female there is one of the unrecognized heros of the war, First Sergeant. Her husband was one of the first to recognize the danger and engage the enemy. He was lost in the first hour of fighting. When the enemy overran Denolin her child was killed and she was misused terribly. Yet despite all she suffered she managed to keep her wits about her and wound one of her attackers enough that they blew her house with her in it." "Good Lassie," said the first Sergeant clenching his fist and shaking it at her in approval. The other soldiers in the room started pounding their chests in approval. While this was going on Sergeant Collins took the opportunity to examine Karolene's nude body head to foot. His appraisal left her panting and slightly flushed. "She received no medal or recognition so I would like you as a true and recognized hero of the Empire to give her a hot oil rub. I think she deserves having a true hero administer it, don't you?" "That I do, Emp . . . Lady Jasmine." First Sergeant Collins quickly moved to Karolene's side and removed his military blouse and undershirt and neckerchief. When he was bare chested he examined the different oils on the table beside him then resumed his examination of Karolene. He was very appreciative of her beauty. At my signal all of us women rolled over onto our stomachs and the men began the hot oil rubs. Decadent wasn't the word -- oh my! If I still had my dick I would of . . . 'We know what you -- would of.' 'Max!' I was watching the other three without being too obvious. Lady Murielle was at first slightly embarrassed by how erotic and sexually stimulating the rubs were but after a few glances at me had given herself to the absolutely delicious sensations of attentive loving male hands and hot oil on bare skin. Sensha, having what she considered my permission from the first had lost herself completely to the pleasures of the appreciative masculine attention. Karolene was blushing from head to toe and struggling to remain calm. To be nude in a room with beautiful females was a strange experience for her and to be getting a very intimate rubdown from a male she didn't know was very distant from her former life. To her credit, she was doing her best to enjoy the situation. I was actually proud of her. First Sergeant Collins kept a close eye on the other soldiers and when they did something different he was quick to follow their lead. He was determined to do a good job and when I reached out and read his emotions I was greatly pleased. But for our presence he would have mounted Karolene on the spot. "Okay everyone, now comes the best part," I announced breathlessly trying for excitement. "Everyone roll over." Only Sensha turned immediately. Karolene, still on her stomach, was looking at me with pleading eyes. "Karolene, First Sergeant Collins suffered similar to you. He lost his wife and child in the invasion," I said. She quickly looked at me then with wide eyes glanced at the handsome First Sergeant. She was breathing shallow and rapidly. "Turn over, Karolene," I said. I reached out with my talents and made sure she complied. Within two minutes, rubdown long forgotten, the First Sergeant had two of his fingers buried deeply in her sex and was rapidly masturbating her to orgasm. Karolene's body went rigid and then she started mating with his fingers in a frenzy of groin thrusts. He brought her to a peak and held her there as long as he could before her orgasms simply overwhelmed her. He brought her down slowly and as she recovered he stroked her possessively and lovingly. Finally when she lay quiet he looked up at me and saw me smiling at him. His face reflected his questions. "Empress?" "Heros should get marvelous choices and rewards. She is a choice, First Sergeant Collins." 'You should have added 'piece of pussy,' said Max sadly. 'Max!' First Sergeant Collins looked at me with a strange expression then down at the beautiful and nude Karolene. "Are you willing for marriage, Lassie?" "If it's to you, yes First Sergeant Collins." And Karolene, suddenly suffering from shyness, started moving her hands to cover her nudity. "Then wife of mine get that beautiful butt of yours off this table and get your clothes on. I'm not having my wife nude before right randy bastards such as these." There were a lot of appreciative male chuckles. And while they were laughing and a few beating their chests I was surprised to feel my guards total agreement with the First Sergeant's actions. I thought that interesting, looking at nude females was marvelous unless it was your own others were seeing then possessiveness ruled. Karolene glanced my way. I nodded affirmatively and she was off her rubdown table in a shot and dressing at top speed. Hawkins appeared and held a mirror for her while she fixed her appearance. When she was finished she walked shyly to her new husband to be. He held out his arms and she walked into them and they kissed deeply. I was pleased when I saw First Sergeant Collins had his eyes closed. They would do well together. They finally broke apart. "What do you most prefer being called, Lassie?" "Ah . . . Karo," she finally said. He reached out and took her hand and she smiled. "Karo it is then. I'm Teford, Tef or TC, which ever you prefer. Come on Lassie, we need to find a mating minister then get our lives reorganized." "First Sergeant, two things first," I said. "Another choice, only this one concerns the both of you." With that I stood and put on the robe Hawkins was holding out for me. After me he held one out to Lady Murielle and then to Sensha. Both put their silk robe on and got off their tables and came over and stood by me. Like everyone else they were curious. When we were all covered Hawkins made a signal and a side door opened. A winsome young girl child of about seven was led in and brought to me. I knelt before her in such a way that I could see Karolene and Sergeant Collins. "Sarah do you know how proud I am of you for being brave even though you lost your mother and father in the war?" "I try real hard. Only sometimes I want them so much I cry," said Sarah. Her lip was quivering. I kissed her forehead and emoted calm and love at her so she wouldn't cry, then looked up into Karolene's eyes. When she understood what my glance meant Karolene's eyes widened and she looked like she had been punched in the stomach. She turned to her new husband and everyone in the room heard her whisper. "Please!" First Sergeant Collins glanced at me, saw my nod, glanced at Sarah, then looked at his teary eyed wife and nodded. And got kissed excitedly. "May I help, Lady Jasmine?" I looked up and saw Lady Murielle. The intensity of her desire to participate in shaping events washed over me in a flood. I nodded and stood. Lady Murielle knelt and turned Sarah towards her so Sarah could also see her soon to be new parents. "Sarah sweetie, can you help me?" "Maybe. I'm only seven," Sarah solemnly said in warning. Her eyes were wide and she was staring at Lady Murielle who promptly kissed her forehead as I had done. I understood her emotion, Sarah was adorable. Lady Murielle then pointed at Karo and the Sergeant. "They're real sad. They had a daughter about your age they loved very much and she was killed in the war and now they're real sad because they don't have a daughter to love anymore. Do you think you can think of something that would help me make them happy again?" Sarah stood quietly looking at Karo and Sergeant Collins. After about ten seconds she turned to Lady Murielle who now knelt beside her. "Do you think they would like me for their little girl? I don't have any parents. Then maybe they wouldn't be sad anymore. And maybe I wouldn't be sad anymore," Sarah said solemnly. Lady Murielle kissed Sarah again, and for a moment clutched her to her chest. "What a clever girl you are, Sarah. Let's go ask them, shall we?" Then she let the little girl go, rose, reached out and took Sarah's hand. She led Sarah to her new parents and halfway there Karo, who was now crying softly, knelt and held her arms out. "She wants badly to be your new mommy, Sarah. Go give her a big hug," said Lady Murielle. That was all the urging Sarah needed. She ran to the outstretched arms and hugged the softly crying Karo. Sarah's head found Karolene's shoulder and the two females, one a needful adult, one a small, needful female child hugged each other intensely. Finally Sarah lifted her head and looked at her new mommy. "You're pretty!" "And so are you, sweetie. We're going to love having you for a daughter." Sergeant Collins had moved and was patting Sarah on the back as Karolene spoke. "Could I have a puppy? Mine got deaded." Karo glanced at her new husband and saw him nodding. "Sweetie we'll get you one as soon we all have a place to stay. I promise." Karo was rewarded with a squeal and an excited hug. "Sergeant Collins," I said interrupting the heartwarming tableau. "The last is but a very small measure of a hero's reward. You have twenty days of off time at full pay that will not count against your vacation time. I wish you well with your new family. You have chosen wisely." He looked at his new wife, new child and then nodded at me. When I reached out to check his emotions I found him too choked up to speak. Only his military bearing was disguising his emotions from others. When the door closed on the three of them Lady Murielle stepped up to me and embraced me excitably then kissed me unabashedly on the lips. Such openness was a big change for her. Her admiration rolled over me and its intensity threatened to put me into sexual bliss it was so strong. There was little doubt that she whole heartily approved. Even my guards were smiling. "Thank you so much for letting me assist in something so heart warming, My Empress." When she saw my expression over what she had called me she smiled. "You will always be 'My Empress' until the day I die, regardless of what the future brings. But in the presence of others I will call you whatever you desire, Lady Jasmine." What was a girl to do? I kissed her back and pinched her beautiful butt. Sensha giggled when Lady Murielle shrieked and jumped. Even my and her guards laughed. * * * * * This simple event changed things far beyond any of my imaginings. Lady Murielle now saw herself as 'my' concubine and set about determinedly using her talents for my benefit. After my reward of First Sergeant Collins she was emphatic that I continue the hero reward program and as I should have guessed since she suggested it so emphatically, the consequences of my doing so were startling. Everyone's fear of me disappeared overnight and was replaced by intense possessiveness. I was THEIR (sigh) Empress. My guard's pride in being my guards became so strong I could tell where they were at all times, even when they were off duty. But a far more subtle effect of that pride and possessiveness was its communication to the Empire in general. I saw the effect, could even follow the spread with my talents, but didn't really understand how such a small event could trigger such a large, desirable ripple in the fabric of an Empire. That Lady Murielle wasn't the slightest bit surprised and gave me a gage of her talents far beyond what I had observed at court. Especially when it took nearly a week of thinking before I thought I understood. It was caring for others - a trait those below wanted desperately to believe those above possessed. It was certainly a trait the Families knew not. During the next two weeks, besides suffering aching legs and other aches from Max's latest rejuve efforts, I also helped in the healing of Stoneface. The Count had attacked her almost as hard as he had me and she had had no defenses whatsoever. Sadly, a part of what had been Stoneface no longer existed. No one else seemed able to tell, but I knew and that made me surprisingly melancholy. While not friends, I had come to respect Stoneface, especially her loyalty to the Emperor. * * * Three weeks later All morning long I had felt itchy, felt the need to dress up -- to dress seductively. When I mentioned my feelings to Hawkins he looked at me in great contentment. Ten minutes later THE dress arrived. And what a dress! Hawkins must be . . . I mean no way he could have anticipated my request without using magic! The dress had two distinct parts. The lower part was an ankle length gold trimmed slinky white ivory silk. It hung low off my hips exposing the fleshy curves of the top of my hips and the beginning swell of my derriere. It wasn't tight, but because the silk was so soft and lustrous, it clung to every delicious curve of my hips and ass, and better, the cunt ring the Emperor had ordered put on me made an obvious strategic bulge. A bulge that was destined to draw all eyes for everyone knew what was in my panties and if they didn't, the way I was dressed would show them (if you've got it, flaunt it -- right? giggle). My being cunt ringed by the Emperor had even replaced war news for a day or so. From the rear, the skirt draped a little into my derriere cleavage, not really revealing anything, but definitely putting an exclamation point on the new seductive fullness of my butt. The final stunning point of the skirt was the long slit up the right leg, almost to my waist. When I walked, my long shapely leg flashed, but again only hinting at the delights underneath. Of course to give everyone a sporting chance, I didn't wear panties. That was fair, wasn't it? The 'piece de resistance' though was the top. It was really nothing more than two graceful multi-layered, gold-trimmed white-silk straps 3 1/2 inches wide. They were attached to the skirt a little to the rear of center, between the point of my hips and buttocks. One strap started above my left buttocks, went up and over my right shoulder/neck area, dropped down covering my right breast, and then crossed my chest as it returned to my left buttocks. The other strap did the reverse, covering my left breast. At the angle they cupped my breasts, the straps pressed my breasts closer together, almost like a bra. And while my full breasts were half covered, the lack of rigid support let my mothering parts wobble excitingly. The new fullness of my breasts was brassily displayed - the sides and some of the bottom of my breasts were exposed. But best of all to me was when I got excited my nipples made the cutest little tents in the beautiful material. The dress certainly highlighted the amplitude of my new assets. With nothing particular to fill my time I had gotten my share of sun and my bronzed skin really set off the ivory white of the dress, or was that the other way around? The last item Hawkins presented me was a pair of gold sandals with delicate heels. They were so exquisite and beautiful I just stared at them. They seemed to do the impossible - they actually made my feet look sexy. When I was finally dressed I felt beautiful. The slave bracelet on my ankle, the diamond bracelet around my wrist, the sensuous feel of the silk on my skin all added to the feeling of being caressed and displayed. The dress actually showed nothing but the amount of bare flesh it displayed tantalized and, by the reactions of my guards, caused immediate lusting. Who couldn't fall in love with a dress like this? 'You love everything that causes a stiff dick, Kid,' 'Max, that neural bomb really boffed you. It's not the causes; it's the stiff dicks I love,' I said ever so sweetly. "Very nice, Madam," said Hawkins looking at the dress on me with pride. I heard Max gurgling something but I ignored him and looked at Hawkins. I emoted surprised innocence. "This old thing? Why it's just something I wear around the palace on weekends." Hawkins' look of incredulity made me break out in giggles. It was seldom, even with my history of unpredictable behavior, that I could do anything that caught Hawkins by surprise. I leaned up and kissed his cheek affectionately. At least he hadn't 'harumphed'. As if on cue, the guards announced I had an official visitor. It was the soft-spoken minister that had accompanied me to the Med-center. "If you wouldn?t mind, Lady Jasmine, your presence is officially requested by the Emperor." The minister was looking at me in a slack jawed way and he stammered a number of times before he finally managed to convey his oral message in its entirety. Oh, and for the record, the minister had a 'very' stiff dick. I love this dress! Hawkins quickly ran next door and was back almost immediately carrying a jewelry case. He opened it, selected a diamond necklace and held it up for my approval. Where was he getting this stuff? I nodded, turned and stood unmoving while he put it on me. I stepped in front of mirror for one last look and found myself stunned. What looked back at me from the mirror was an empty headed gorgeous bimbo. Well to be a little more honest, an absolutely 'vivacious' empty-headed gorgeous bimbo! No one in 'his or her' right mind was going to trust me with anything as hi-tech as a key to unlock a door. I looked like I was good for only one thing and that began and ended in the bedroom. 'Yeah! But you look really good at it!' 'I love you too,' I said then blew Max a raspberry. Then I looked back into the mirror I noticed for the first time how bee stung my lips looked - so invitingly kissable. When had that happened? Oh, and the necklace looked divine too! Giggle! Giggle! Twenty minutes later I entered the Emperor's private reception chambers. The Admiral plus a number of heads of state from allied Worlds were in attendance. When I walked in all conversation stopped and everyone turned to stare. And stare. And stare. And stare. Important people or not, the males, including the Admiral, quickly had very stiff erections. I love this dress! One of the heads of state of these allied worlds was an older woman. She stared as hard as the rest; however, her eyes were the first to focus on my face so I winked at her. She stared at me in confused surprise then looked discreetly at the floor in amusement. "Emperor Jer'Tock," I said bowing my head slightly. It was the most deferential I had ever been to him publicly and when I looked up I saw the tail end of his surprise. I looked hotly at him and panted sexually. I saw him glance at the not so small tents my nipples were making. So? Hey, he's one good-looking stallion. Woo! 'Why don?t you describe the size of his . . .?' 'Max!' "Am I doing that to you?" Jer?Tock asked me, staring at my tenting nipples. The question was so patently absurd that it was a sign of how badly being totally controlled by the Families had affected him personally. He no longer possessed the confidence or innate arrogance of his rank. "Heavens no. My puppies? noses only erect for stoplights," I said looking down at my tenting nipples then back up at him. "Men," I added shaking my head disgustedly. I fanned my face and continued panting loudly while looking at him heatedly. He was bound to get the idea after while. Hopefully! I heard some chuckles and polite coughing behind me. Suddenly Jer'Tock threw back his head and laughed uproariously. His hearty laughter filled the chamber and was joined by those that had heard my response. When he had mostly finished laughing he looked down at me mirth still heavy on his face. "Jasmine," he started to say only to break out in laughter once again shaking his head at the same time. Out of the corner of my eye I saw or perhaps felt the Admiral's relief. I puzzled over that then guessed its cause: this was the first time the Emperor had really laughed since the coup attempt. When Jer'Tock finally stopped laughing he looked warmly at me. He reached out, took my hand and patted it lovingly. "Empress Jasmine, I would like to introduce you . . ." I scarcely heard the rest. It was my fear coming true - Empress! I put a good face on it and smiled. " . . . wanted to meet you," he finished. From the feelings I got from Jer'Tock as he spoke, I knew the request from the various heads of state present was as much demand as request. The allied planets had not experienced the horror of the Families first hand and were finding it hard to comprehend what the Emperor had been describing. They really didn't want to be involved in a war, but who did, unless it was your butt on the line? The introductions were courtly; however, most stared curiously having trouble seeing in me the heroine I'm sure they were all expecting. And it was all I could do not to play the bimbo role to the hilt -- it was that tempting. After everyone's initial surprise and surge of sexual desire had dampened, I felt two leering openly and one of those I didn't like at all, President DeSerick. He would be trouble regardless of what was decided or in everyone's best interest. If he possessed Family talent, he would have felt right at home in the cultured meanness of the Families. "Did you really shoot a Family member yourself?" asked one of planetary heads. He was curious and he had a very stiff erection. My type of guy! "Probably fucked him to death," President DeSerick said snidely. He was the one I had sensed would be trouble. Part of his anger was that he wanted me badly, very badly, and knew that as Empress I was one of the few females truly off limits to him. His anger was partially born of that frustration. I quickly held up my hand to stop Jer'Tock from coming to my defense, and others. There were many that would have done so, surprisingly. I looked President DeSerick in the eyes and smiled sweet innocence at him. "Bastard was the worst fuck I've ever had the misfortune to experience. Of course I shot his ass dead. What other provocation does a girl need?" With that I turned to the female head of state. "I'll bet you've wanted to do that a few times with one or two of the males who've been in your bed." For a moment her mouth gaped open at my effrontery then she glanced down and bit her lips fighting for all she was worth to restrain herself from laughing. I liked her. She would definitely be an interesting person to know. "A bimbo! A fucking bimbo," President DeSerick said derisively. My lack of anger or upset, my flippant response to his derogatory remark had made him angry -- as I knew it would. 'At least he's half right, Kid,' Max said. 'Max!' "I didn't buy half this crap you were putting out before and after seeing your damn bimbo, I'm buying none of it. Count me out, Jer'Tock," President DeSerick said. "And if the rest of you have the slightest sense about you, you'll leave with me and make your own agreements with the 'terrible' Families," he said snickering. He looked around the room and when he saw no one else following his lead he turned angrily and stalked off in the direction of the door. His insult to Jer'Tock sent my anger spiraling. I gave another signal -- which surprisingly silenced everyone once again. "A moment please, President DeSerick," I said softly. Those few who really knew me would have discerned the hardness in my voice. President DeSerick didn't know me. He turned and smirked at me. "Unless it's an invite to your bed, there is nothing you could say of the slightest interest to me." "Since you believe not, I'll give you a taste of the Families' power. Do you feel like peeing your pants?" "In your dreams!" Before anyone could respond I held up my arm and made a motion towards him by opening my hand then slowly closed my fingers -- all for show. I felt the familiar pop. He was much much easier than the family member had been. Suddenly the front of his pants darkened and a moment later a pool of urine slowly dripped on the floor. I released him when I was sure all were aware that he had peed his pants. He looked in outrage at the Emperor. "Damn you, Jer'Tock! If you think having your trained bimbo perform parlor tricks is going to change my mind, you're stupider than I thought!" With that he whirled and took a step towards the door. I again raised my arm towards him, made the motion at him with my hand as if I was releasing a power at him then felt the familiar mental pop. I had expended even less energy this time! I made him turn around and walk back to Jer'Tock using arm motions to describe what I was having him do. I made it extremely obvious that I was controlling him. "What you are dismissing as a parlor trick, President DeSerick, is the new political force in our Galaxy. It is currently in the hands of ruthless people who have one agenda, ruling. Everyone else is to be slaves: You, your family, your mistresses, your relatives, everyone. The Families have no interest in sharing power with anyone outside of themselves and they guard their genetics with a paranoia that is religious in its fervor. And so you really understand, let me give you a taste of the darkness they call upon when exercising their powers for their own ends." I blocked all images from reaching his eyes and then started a neural fire burning on his foot and slowly let it crawl up his leg. He fell screaming to the floor and curled into a fetal position beating at non-existent flames on his leg. His screams from the mind crushing agony I was inflicting filled the room and brought looks of amazement and dismay. People looked from him to me then back to him as he continued to scream at the top of his lungs. He had never experienced the agony of neural fire before and was totally unprepared to deal with it. All the males in the room instantly lost their erections. Damn! I knew I wasn't going to like this Empress bit. Everyone in the chamber stood spellbound watching President DeSerick writhe and twist on the floor screaming and trying to escape the terrible force I had unleashed at him. I could smell urine and knew that he would shortly loose control of his bowels. "Enough, Jasmine," Emperor Jer'Tock said. I dropped my arm as if shutting off the power and released him and reconnected his eyes. President DeSerick lay prostrate on the floor moaning in the aftermath of agony as the effect of the neural fires slowly receded. Everyone, stunned by what they had just witnessed, was staring at me in silence. Their expressions said they were all looking for my tail and horns! Even the Admiral was looking at me in awe. "If the Families wanted to eliminate President DeSerick, they would have implanted the idea of suicide and he would kill himself in the next few weeks and no one would be the wiser. Poor man must have been depressed and so forth. And that is just one of the things that makes them so dangerous," I said. The silence in the room stretched on and on as the full import of what I had just told them really set in. They were a very somber group. I had shown them something they didn't want to believe but the facts were only too obvious - President DeSerick was still moaning on the floor. "Empress Jasmine?" It was the female head of state. Max supplied her name. I answered her very politely. "I'm convinced of the truth you have just shown us," she said flicking her eyes to the sobbing form still on the floor. "But how is it we can win this struggle. One person such as yourself could literally take control of a planet. We have no defenses against such power." "My Lady, you have astutely put your finger on the key to our survival. This room is full of a lot of smart people. Between all of you I know the answer exists." I paused and looked expectantly around the room. "Fire by fire," said the Admiral. I smiled happily at him. "Tall dark and handsome, you get smarter every time I see you." I turned to Jer'Tock. "Have you promoted him yet, say to major or one of those other important ranks?" I felt the Admiral chuckle softly. Others were confused. Was I really the airhead I seemed? "Empress Jasmine, please. Our guests aren't used to your eclectic sense of humor," Jer'Tock said looking from me to the others in the room. He took my hand and kissed it. His absolute pleasure in me, his ravenous hunger for me sent shivers of sexual electricity shooting through my body. My nipples tented worse than ever and I was left panting heavily. My reaction left little doubt what his affect on me was. There was a polite cough. 'You're lucky they didn't throw a bucket of cold water, kid,' Max said. I blew a mental raspberry at Max. "Empress Jasmine, I have this distinct feeling that you have anticipated our question. Would you mind sharing your solution with us?" It was the male head of state that had held his erection the longest. In fact he was starting to get another one so I smiled warmly at him. Well - wouldn't you have? "I love intelligent males, Mr. President." With that I blew him a kiss. I felt the pleasure of his reaction only he was enough of a politician that little of his pleasure reached his face. "We not only took a live captive, a breeding Family female in her prime, but we retrieved genetic material from a couple of Family males, one of which was the strongest the Families produced this generation," I continued. "What I'm about to discuss is something I have yet to get approval for from Emperor Jer'Tock - so it is certainly not official policy." From that point on I spent the next thirty minutes speaking in soft tones telling them how I thought the Empire and their families in particular could survive and prosper into future generations and beyond. There were many questions, but for most questions I was able to answer or give an opinion that satisfied everyone. And towards the end of the conversation even President DeSerick joined in. He wanted to dislike me or worse, but he was a realist and self-preservation came first. For the moment he feared me. My demonstration had badly shaken him. I hoped its effect didn't wear off too soon. * * * Late that afternoon Jer'Tock and I finally found ourselves alone. He was holding my hand and looking at me with an intensity that had me shivering. "I am going to build you the most magnificent palace in Tsarick Empire history," he said bringing my hand to his mouth and touching his lips to it in a sizzling kiss. "It's not necessary, Emperor Jer'Tock, unless you think it important or you just want to do it," I said struggling for breath. His desire for me had my nerves singing. It had been a long time since I had danced to the siren seductiveness of a male's craving to possess me. Far too long! "What I really want to do, Jasmine, is rip that dress off of you, put you in chains and carry you to a desert oasis. And there, make love to you until you can't walk," Jer'Tock said panting as heavily as I was. "Would those be gold chains, maybe?" I asked fanning my face. We stared longingly at one another for a few moments. "You would welcome me to your bed?" I felt his surprise and suddenly understood. However badly Jer'Tock wanted me personally, he couldn't afford to piss me off. I was at the moment the Empire's most valuable asset and he now knew I was also the most dangerous female he had ever encountered. I sensed this was a critical moment, for Jer'Tock, for me, and for the Tsarick Empire. It was a moment I dared not let slip quietly into oblivion. "I will give you my forever answer if you will take off all your clothes, Emperor Jer'Tock," I said solemnly. Jer'Tock's look was priceless! However, he quickly hastened to obey for he badly wanted me and yet he remembered my demonstration of Family talents in his anteroom. Soon he was stark naked. Oh my! What a stallion! He was built like the proverbial brick battering ram. It was love at first bite, or soon would be. "Ouch! Jasmine, damn it! That was my nipple you bit." His hand was rubbing his sore nipple and he was looking at me in confusion. I put my hands up near my face. "Nobody said it would be easy. A girl sometimes likes to be taken you know!" With that I giggled and twirled and attempted to run off. Jer'Tock was on me within two steps and we crashed into the large couch with a whoosh that left me breathless. Woo was he strong. And handsome! And he had this line of hairs running just too sexily from his belly button to the royal organ. His erotic line of belly hair was simply too delicious for words! Now some people are wont to argue that this sexy line of belly hairs is a secondary sexual characteristic for males. Me, I know better -- it's a road map for blondes! And thank St George I'm now blond (giggle)! I felt Jer'Tock hesitate. "Jasmine, . . ." I kissed his inner thigh making him squirm. I continued to inflict my sensual torture on him until he pulled me up to his face. The feeling of my breasts pressing against his chest and his raging erection pressing hard into my belly as we embraced sent electric shocks rushing through me. He rolled me onto my back and began to torture my breasts with his tender suckling not even bothering to remove the silk covering them. The fire in me was raging hotter than I had ever experienced. When we were again face to face the desire in his eyes pushed me over the edge. "Master," I cried replied kissing him hotly. That was answer enough. Jer'Tock literally ripped the dress from my body. And with an unerring lunge plunged the royal phallus into me. Foreplay it wasn't, but our needs were much too high for anything else. As he seated his maleness deeply into me my veins felt as if liquid fire were coursing through them. The sensation left me exquisitely electrified. The Emperor was impacting me like no other male ever had. The sensations he sent hurtling through me rebounded from one part of my body to another causing my nipples and clitoris to harden until they hurt. My entire body tingled in anticipation. I had found my prime male and now he literally had me impaled on the lust of his desires, on the raging reed of his need. "Master," I gasped, digging my nails into him. I thrust hard against him feeling my pussy contracting around his cock. Every nerve in my body and many the House of Senaak had added to me were firing. In some part of my feverish brain I realized Max had removed the blocks that I had built up to allow me some control. "Sweet George, Master!" I cried throatily. Jer'Tock was overwhelming me with his rampant sensuous desires. Exquisite sensations overwhelmed me. Jer'Tock's lips were suddenly over mine. He was kissing me hard as his male shaft pounded into me. I bit his lip then pulled my head back and screamed as an orgasm ripped through me and left me shuddering helplessly. Still his erection continued to fill me, as did his need to dominate me, to possess me completely. His pounding thrusts sloshed my mind and body back and forth in an ocean of erotica. From every point inside my over-stimulated body there was a hurtling of sensations that started in my ecstatically pulsing vagina and spread like wildfire throughout the rest of my body. His hands found my breasts and nipples and I felt a bursting within me. I was walking a narrow line between sanity and insanity. And then I found myself floating near the ceiling. From what was left of my brain I watched Jer'Tock fuck me. I watched his cock take my body. He was plowing my body with Royal zeal, absolutely delighted with the formerly forbidden fruit that had fallen to his assault. His emotions sent me into yet another orgasm. And as I watched, exalting in his male need to totally possess me, I came to know he was fucking my soul. Somewhere deep inside, somewhere far beyond the realm of logic, I knew a part of me now belonged forever to Jer'Tock. When I recovered enough to realize where I was, we were both coated with sweat and my stomach muscles ached deliciously, as did other parts of my body. I was languid and yet I was never so aware of Jer'Tock: the beat of his heart, his emotions, what he was seeing through his eyes. All came to me without effort. The intensity of the experience had shoved me over the edge. There could be no doubt that I was irrevocably bonded to him. If I wasn't his Empress, I was certainly his lifetime concubine. Knowing that as I did, I decided to quickly insure the bonding went both ways. I sat up and immediately missed the heat of his body and the comforting beat of his heart. He looked at me questioningly. "I wish to pleasure you, Master." A minute later using my family talents I was giving him the blowjob of his life. And as the beautiful royal phallus touched the back of my throat time after time, a single word ran through my mind - mine! We coupled frantically off and on for the next hour only to be finally interrupted by a knock on the door. "Enter," Jer'Tock shouted. He brought me close to his body and placed his hand over my derriere to cover me. I was so closely bonded to him I instantly understood his emotions. He wanted others to see what he had done. I smiled into his chest, enjoying his intense emotions of victory, his sated happiness. There was much the little boy in Jer'Tock, or perhaps there is much the little boy in men. It was Admiral Plevy who entered. He stopped dead when he saw us both naked. I just did manage not to giggle. As energetic as we had been the room had to smell like a four-day old cathouse. "Yes?" Jer'Tock asked, Emperor-like. His arrogance was definitely back. "Sire, I hate to interrupt, believe me more than anything, but your guests." The Admiral stopped and suddenly I felt Jer'Tock's remorse at leaving his important guests on their own and just as strongly felt his elation at bedding me. Elation won by a hard-on . . . er by a landslide! Yeah, by a landslide. Jer'Tock looked down at me, kissed my cheek lovingly and made to stand up. "Does this mean I have to let go?" I asked plaintively, still holding the all-important, all-delicious royal organ. Jer'Tock's laughter bubbled up from the depths of his soul. It was a sound that excited me to my toes. He leaned down and cupped my face with both his hands. I hadn't let go yet. "Jasmine, you are impossibly lovely, the greatest treasure of the entire far-flung Tsarick Empire, a jewel beyond compare in bed and I will never again make the mistake of trying to anticipate you. And yes it does mean you have to let go." He laughed heartily once again, greatly pleased and delighted all at once. I let go of his male phallus and sat up letting my breasts swing free. The Admiral was trying to be cool but he was sneaking looks while hoping he wasn't being too obvious. My type of guy! Jer'Tock walked to his clothes and started putting them on. He was going to greet his guests with the smell of our joining heavily on him. It pleased me he so badly wanted others to know. "Th