A New Dimension - for DarelHute

The girls returned.

In many ways Eldrin was right to admonish them, for they had no idea as to how to serve a Queen. She could not help contrasting them with the two she had thought to save from the Ulvians and felt a pang of homesickness for her own people and her own ways.

"What are your names?"

She asked them having forgotten if they had introduced themselves to her earlier.
 
The girls smiled and giggled, looking at her naked body and blushing.

"I'm Gweyr, and she's Raelin!" one of them said as they helped her out of the bath.

Raelin took a white cloth from a box next to the tub and helped her dry out.

"We're here to serve you... your highness! We will do whatever you command!" Gweyr added, and held out the transparent blue dress, that aimed to cover next to nothing.
 
"I'm Gweyr, and she's Raelin!"

Elora smiled at the young girls and allowed them to help her out of the water.

"We're here to serve you... your highness! We will do whatever you command!"

The dress truly concealed nothing of her body and Elora wondered why such a garment was even bothered about.

"Then I will enjoy having you serve me,"

She told them both.

"This garment is usual in your wedding ceremonies?"

She asked them.

"I believe i am to be introduced to our witnesses ... "

She was uncertain how the celebrations were to proceed from here.
 
The girls looked at each other and smiled.

"No, your highness... Your witnesses are done! They already left. You will be presented with a white stallion as a gift. You will then ride the stallion around the camp and meet the people!" Gweyr explained.

"Ulvians are a friendly people. They appreciate a queen who knows how to win them over!" Raelin added.

"I'm sure you will do well!" Gweyr continued. "All you need to do is ride the stallion around the camp, stop and talk to the people, enjoy the food or drink they offer... have a good time with them! Ulvians love a party!" she smiled.
 
"No, your highness... Your witnesses are done! They already left. You will be presented with a white stallion as a gift. You will then ride the stallion around the camp and meet the people!"

This was indeed news to Elora. She was to parade as good as naked around the camp! The things she did for her country!

"Ulvians are a friendly people. They appreciate a queen who knows how to win them over!"

Elora could not disagree.

"I have found them to be so."

She confirmed.

"I'm sure you will do well! All you need to do is ride the stallion around the camp, stop and talk to the people, enjoy the food or drink they offer... have a good time with them! Ulvians love a party!"

Elora could not help but laugh.

"I'm beginning to realise that. Iria is not as ... uninhibited ... as your people ... I do find it an ... interesting ... contrast ... "

She commented intending to praise rather than criticise the customs of her new country.
 
The two girls were pleased that she took it well. They finished the last touches on her outfit and then waited until she was ready to come out. They lead her to the main tent, where her three husbands and Eldrin were waiting for her.

"My queen. Stunning as ever!" Bellas said.

"If our people will not love you, you can cut my head off!" Alok added.

"I will do it myself!" Malgarth threw a joke in and then stepped forward to kiss her. "Come, we have a gift for you!"

She was lead outside in the sunshine, where a magnificent white stallion awaited, readily saddled for her.

"This is yours!" Malgarth said as he lead her to it. "Take it for a ride!" he encouraged her.
 
She let them ensure the outfit was perfect and let them lead her to the tent where her three husbands waited with Eldrin she noticed.

"My queen. Stunning as ever!"

She laughed at Alok and Malgrath's praise and teasing and smiled as Malgarth kissed her and took her hand.

"Come, we have a gift for you!"

She managed to look intrigued, catching the eyes of her two ladies as she went outside with them. The gasp she gave was genuine however. The horse was truly magnificent.

"This is yours! Take it for a ride!"

She moved forward and stroked the fine creature.

"He's amazing. Thank you."

She moved to kiss Malgarth first, then Alok and finally Bellas.

"My husbands are so generous to me."

She commented as she returned to the horse, accepting Eldrin's assistance to help her mount. She took the reigns and led the animal in a circular direction around the bathing tent and then back.

"I love to ride."

She commented genuinely pleased with her gift.
 
The three generals and Eldrin, along with the few warriors guarding the main tent looked at her as she rode the magnificent stallion around the tent. They were all impressed at how well she handled it and how majestic she looked on it.

"You are a sight to behold, my love!" Bellas said to her as she came back to them.

She was indeed. The transparent dress did nothing to conceal her naked charms. All the men watched mesmerised as she past by. Eldrin could not believe how naked she was outside of the tent, and could not believe how much he wanted her again.

"It's time to meet your people!" Alok told her. "Go around the camp and meet your subjects. Eat their food, play their games, be their queen!"

"They will love you as we do!" Malgarth added as he hit the horse from behind, making it spring forward.

"Should I go with her?" Eldrin asked with a hint of worry in his voice.

"It is not necessary. Our people will take good care of her!" Malgarth assured him as they watched the stallion leave the tent.

As she rode away from the tent she passed other tents arranged in a circle with a fire in the middle. Some were sitting around watching one of their own fucking a girl from behind, others were talking to each other. As she passed, they stood and smiled at her, bowing slightly.
 
The stallion was a fine creature and she was eager to ride him. So focused was she upon building a rapport with her horse that she all but forgot her state of undress. Though far from docile, the latent power tangible as she took the reins, nonetheless, the animal responded to her slightest command, whether issued by word, touch or pull on the reins. Elora could not have been more delighted!

She beamed down at the men who observed her as she guided the stallion around the tent smiling at Bellas' praise.

"You are a sight to behold, my love!"

She was touched by the gift and by the devotion with which she would be treated by her three husbands.

"It's time to meet your people! Go around the camp and meet your subjects. Eat their food, play their games, be their queen!"

She was surprised at Alok's instruction.

"They will love you as we do!"

Malgarth's words reassured her even as he spurred the animal to jump forward.
She easily handled the great beast calming him and guiding him out of the tent and into the camp beyond. If she had been given time to consider, the idea of being presented to her people as Queen in a state which was as good as naked was bizarre in Irian tradition, but somehow in this more 'liberated' of cultures, she was beginning to relish the freedom it afforded.

She noted the group sat around watching a couple opening having sex, she passed by groups who were stood talking, or even honing weapons whilst sat around a fire. Each stood and bowed and she found herself responding to their smiles as she slowed her horse down to the slowest of walks and looked around her and her new people ...
 
As Elora rode her stallion around the camp, men and women stood to look at her, smiling and bowing their heads as she passed by. At one of the tents, a dear was being prepared on the grill, the smell filling the air. Ulvians were experts at cooking and grilling meat.

"Our queen! You must be famished!" a middle aged man said to her as she approached the fire. "Come, share this fine food with us!"

Another young man stepped forward to meet her, holding on to the reins of her horse.

"Allow me to help you dismount!" the young man said, looking up at her with a wide smile.

"Come, your highness! Come closer!" the cook enticed her, while other men and women drew near to greet her.
 
"Our queen! You must be famished!"

One man said to her as she drew closer.

"Come, share this fine food with us!"

Elora had to admit that she could not remember the last time she had eaten, in this dimension or in her previous incarnations.

"Thank you."

She acknowledged the invitation looking down at the young man who held onto her horse.

"Allow me to help you dismount!"

He offered and how could she refuse, especially given the stature of the stallion she rode. Slipping from the saddle, she found his arms around her, supporting her. It was that more than anything which made her aware of the sheerness of the gown she wore. She thanked him with a blush and moved closer at the cook's entreaty.

"Your food looks incredible. I must confess I am hungry."

She told them aware that she was truly in the midst of her people, her horse being led away to be tethered safely at a short distance. To her knowledge she had never been alone unprotected amongst the Irian people and now she was alone, as good as naked, surrounded by Ulvians. Yet somehow, she could not help but feel welcomed and flattered by their attention and kindness.
 
The cook prepared a selection of meat portions on a beautifully ornate plate, garnished with cut vegetables drizzled with honey and spices.

"Your food looks incredible. I must confess I am hungry."

The cook smiled from ear to ear and handed her the plate.

"Then you will enjoy this!" the cook said.

Another man brought a soft furry cover and placed it on a low cushion.

"Please, your highness, take a seat and enjoy your food!" the man said.

Slowly others gathered around the fire, sitting on similar cushions, but without the soft white fur, which was clearly reserved for Elora. Food was distributed with amazing efficiency, as men and women sat around the fire to share food. Everyone waited, as if in anticipation until everyone was served.

Then, as if by magic, when everyone was served, the cook turned to the queen and said out loud.

"Let us all eat in honor of our new queen!"

"Our queen!" everyone responded in unison and began to eat, smiling at her.

"Where is the wine?" the cook frowned.

A few men hurried out and distributed wine in beautifully crafted marble goblets.

"It has been long since Ulvia had a queen!" the cook declared.

"Too long!" another responded, prompted laughter.

"Yes, yes... long enough!" the cook agreed while everyone kept eating and drinking.

"And the last one wasn't nearly as beautiful as our current one!" a young man sitting next to Elora said, to which all cheered.

"She was the wife of a tyrant, queen Sellysse, but she was generous with her subjects!"

"Yes, her mouth could almost take your cock all the way in!" someone said with a grin, prompting laughter.

"She did her best!" the cook dismissed the last comment. "And she wasn't even half as beautiful as our Queen Elora."

"How do you find your people, your highness?" the young man sitting next to her asked.
 
The cook seemed pleased by her confession.

"Then you will enjoy this!"

A cushion was placed and covered with a furred cover as she was handed an ornate plate piled high with a delicious combination of meat and vegetables.

"Please, your highness, take a seat and enjoy your food!"

She moved to the place set for her facing the fire and watched as others also took seats around that warming glow. There was food for all and wine was called for.

"Let us all eat in honor of our new queen!"

Elora was warmed by their cheers, by their welcome and hospitality.

"It has been long since Ulvia had a queen!"

The good natured conversation carried on around her as she ate contentedly.

"And the last one wasn't nearly as beautiful as our current one!"

She looked at a young man seated beside her, aware of his unguarded admiration as she sat all but naked in the fire light.

"She was the wife of a tyrant, queen Sellysse, but she was generous with her subjects!"

One said.

"Yes, her mouth could almost take your cock all the way in!"

Around her all laughed and Elora marvelled at just how 'free' a queen was permitted to be with her subjects.

"She did her best! And she wasn't even half as beautiful as our Queen Elora."

The cook defended the previous queen, yet complimented her at the same time.

"How do you find your people, your highness?"

It was the young man beside her who asked.

"To be welcomed into a land which I will take to be my own warms my heart.
I am overwhelmed by how my you are ready to accept me as your Queen and it makes me even more determined to show generosity and care for the welfare and prosperity of you all."


She told him, her eyes moving around the circle to the people assembled.

"I am proud to be Queen to such wonderful people."

She told them.
 
"To be welcomed into a land which I will take to be my own warms my heart. I am overwhelmed by how my you are ready to accept me as your Queen and it makes me even more determined to show generosity and care for the welfare and prosperity of you all."

As she answered, she turned to all around.

"I am proud to be Queen to such wonderful people."

Everyone cheered at her words, raising their goblets and drinking.

"Our queen is generous already!" the cook smiled. "You are most kind, your highness, and speak like a queen! But we are... simple people!"

Everyone started laughing.

"We are not used to such elevated words!" the cook added. "Our queen can be herself among us and speak her mind!"

"Our customs must be so strange to you, are they not?" a woman asked. "Are you that happy to be the queen of savage people like us?"

The people laughed at that question, turning to her to hear the answer.
 
They cheered and approved of her words, yet it seemed that she had much to learn about how to relate to Ulvian people.

"Our queen is generous already! You are most kind, your highness, and speak like a queen! But we are... simple people! We are not used to such elevated words!
Our queen can be herself among us and speak her mind!"


Before she could respond a woman asked perceptively.

"Our customs must be so strange to you, are they not?
Are you that happy to be the queen of savage people like us?"


Elora considered her answer and as ever went for honesty.

"You invite me to be myself, but all I know is how to speak as a Queen."

She tried to explain.

"In Iria I am never without guards, never unchaperoned and I've never gone alone amongst my people as I do now amongst you."

She sighed regretfully.

"You may be called 'savage' by some, but I enjoy the 'freedoms' of Ulvia.
You have a joy for life that Iria lacks. Perhaps in time Irians might learn from you."


She drank from the goblet enjoying the intimacy of being alone amongst so many.

"I think I could easily feel more at ease amongst Ulvian people and customs than with those of Iria. Yes they are strange; even shocking, but I find myself more than happy to ... adapt ... "

She laughed her tongue freeing amongst a responsive audience.

"With three such husbands and Generals Bellas, Alok and Malgarth, what wife could fail but be content with her new life?"
 
"You may be called 'savage' by some, but I enjoy the 'freedoms' of Ulvia.
You have a joy for life that Iria lacks. Perhaps in time Irians might learn from you."


As she took a sip from her drink, one could notice the looks of pride in her audience. They did not interrupt her, however.

"I think I could easily feel more at ease amongst Ulvian people and customs than with those of Iria. Yes they are strange; even shocking, but I find myself more than happy to ... adapt ... "

She laughed, and so did her audience. They laughed and cheered, raising their glasses.

"With three such husbands and Generals Bellas, Alok and Malgarth, what wife could fail but be content with her new life?"

"Kind words, our queen!" one man shouted.

"Yes! And brave as well! Ulvians always appreciate a brave woman!" another added.

"You should give more credit to Irian women, my queen!" the cook said. "Every village we passed by, women of Iria have joined our ranks. They came of their own accord. None were forced!"

"Irian women seem to have a hunger for Ulvian men! Where women of other nations flee, Irian women come gladly!" a young man said.

"Yes! And we love Irian women: so delicate, yet so hungry for cock!" someone shouted, prompting laughter in the circle.

"And Ulvian women like Irian men!" A woman said as she stood. "Ulvians have big cocks and insatiable appetites, but Irian men are noble and mysterious!"

The company agreed.

"How do you think our men compare to yours, my queen?" the cook asked Elora.
 
The Ulvians told her she was kind and brave, but corrected her assumptions.

"You should give more credit to Irian women, my queen!
Every village we passed by, women of Iria have joined our ranks.
They came of their own accord. None were forced!"


After the strict demands of her own traditions, Elora could understand how this could be true.

"Irian women seem to have a hunger for Ulvian men!
Where women of other nations flee, Irian women come gladly!"


She heard another assure her.

"Yes! And we love Irian women: so delicate, yet so hungry for cock!"

She laughed along with the people around her.

"And Ulvian women like Irian men! Ulvians have big cocks and insatiable appetites, but Irian men are noble and mysterious!"

It seemed that the union between their nations would turn out to be more advantageous than she could have imagined.

"How do you think our men compare to yours, my queen?"

The question took her by surprise and she actually blushed.

"I have no experience of Irian men."

She told them knowing this would shock them.

"As a woman and as a Queen who is constantly chaperoned, such ... freedoms ... as you enjoy have been denied me. To go out amongst my people as I do with, you, that too is forbidden."

She sighed and looked around.

"I think many changes are overdue in Iria."

She mused.

"But as to your men ... I find them ... as you say, their size and appetite are such as I doubt Irian men are capable of at present ... "

Eldrin had soon lost his Irian reticence and she was sure that given the same opportunity, the other men of her Kingdom would be 'persuaded' to do the same.
 
They cheered at her responses, clearly enjoying her company.

"But as to your men ... I find them ... as you say, their size and appetite are such as I doubt Irian men are capable of at present ... "

People laughed, but the woman who spoke well of Irian men stood and walked over to face the queen.

"My queen, you should not doubt your own people!" she scolded with a cheeky grin. "I'm sure if one of them was here, it would fuck me just as hard as any of them!" she said, pointing at the men in the circle, making them laugh.

The woman who spoke was tall and curvy, with long wavy hair and deep brown eyes. Her olive skin added to the exotic look along with the skimpy dress she wore.

"I suppose if we had one of them here, you could prove that!" a man shouted at the woman.

"Of course I could!" she answered bravely. "Does the queen know someone who would want to fuck a woman like me?" she asked with with a mischievous smile.
 
"My queen, you should not doubt your own people!
I'm sure if one of them was here, it would fuck me just as hard as any of them!"


Elora heard the exchange of banter, but frowned at the woman's words.

"Does the queen know someone who would want to fuck a woman like me?"

Elora held the woman's gaze.

"The Queen does not doubt her people."

She told her, her words soft, but clear.

"My people have not had the freedoms and opportunities you enjoy within your traditions."

She clarified.

"As you know your people here much better than I do, I'm sure you would easily find a willing partner amongst the people assembled here."
 
"As you know your people here much better than I do, I'm sure you would easily find a willing partner amongst the people assembled here."

The woman looked around the circle at the men gathered there.

"No... I don't like any of them!" she pouted, rousing laughter.

"Maybe it's another woman you want!" a man suggested, making the woman frown at him.

"Only if she was Irian, would I want a woman! I love Irians!" the woman smiled at Elora.

"I don't think Irian women fancy each other!" the cook shook his head.

"And how do you know that?" the woman frowned. "Women know what women want!" she declared. "And we often don't need the likes of you!"

The audience laughed.

"Do Irian women fancy women?" she asked Elora suddenly, the audience growing silent.
 
"No... I don't like any of them!"

The woman responded, clearly not cowed by Elora's response.

She heard the comment about the woman wanting a woman, a Irian woman.
If she had ambition towards Elora, then Elora considered she should have learned better how to treat a Queen.

"Do Irian women fancy women?"

Elora was finding her manner tiresome.

"You have already made it clear that cannot speak on behalf of Irian women.
What I can say is that I have yet to find a woman I am attracted to.


Gracefully she arose.

"I thank you all for your hospitality. I am sure this is only the start of the Irian/Ulvan union we are to enjoy ... "

So saying she looked around for her horse, eager to be on her way and find out whether her husbands had left yet to defend Iria.
 
Everyone arose along with her, and her horse was brought immediately. They all bowed and expressed their gratitude for spending time with them, and waved as she left their ranks.

She passed through other circles, drawing much attention and kind words from people, until she spotted the man tent.

Eldrin was sitting the tent, scouting the direction in which she had left earlier.

"My queen!" he said as he met her, holding the reins of her horse, and offering the help her dismount.

"Come inside. More food awaits if you are still hungry!" Eldrin said with relief in his voice. "I was worried about you... how did it go?" he enquired as they entered the tent, where only the Raelin and Gweyr waited with food and wine prepared on a central low table, with cushions all around.
 
She did not dismount again. She found the easy familiarity of the people heart warming along with their hospitality, yet the idea of a Queen being so ... accessible ... to them, well she still needed to get her head around that ...

She had liked the cook and the young man who sat beside her ... but the woman had been very full of herself and lovely though she had been, Elora had found nothing attractive about her ...

As she circled the campe, she finally spotted Eldrin, who was obviously looking out for her.

"My queen!"

She allowed him to help her down from her horse.

"Come inside. More food awaits if you are still hungry!"

Elora had eaten well, but as she entered the tent, she could not help but smile at Raelin and Gweyr who awaited her.

"I was worried about you... how did it go?"

She smiled easily.

"It went fine. As Bellas said; the people were friendly and welcoming.
It was right that I should meet and learn more about my new people."


And more about her own she realised as she sat upon the cushions.

"Where are my husbands? What news of Iria?"

She asked wanting to be given the information she needed, after all this was the reason she had married. As Elron spoke she waved her ladies over accepting wine from one and fruit from the other.
 
Eldrin sat with her on the cushions, helping himself from the food.

"Where are my husbands? What news of Iria?"

"Your husbands are away to war, my queen!" Eldrin informed her with a wide grin. "For the first time a war is fought to defend Iria without a single Irian soldier!"

Gweyr left the tent for a few moments, and then returned with a three women, holding three different kinds of stringed instruments. The began playing a soothing tune in the background. The sound was eerie, but very sensual. Eldrin had to reposition himself, as he as if by magic noticed her quasi naked breasts.

"King Renn of Eldar will certainly meet his match!" Eldrin said, trying to distract himself from the sensual view in front of him, especially as the two semi-naked women sat next to Elora, their bodies almost touching.

Eldrin almost lost his voice as he watched.
 
"Your husbands are away to war, my queen!"
"For the first time a war is fought to defend Iria without a single Irian soldier!"

She caught Eldrin's eye and grimaced.

"A reason for rejoicing no doubt, I just hope that I will not be a widow without having even having been married, at least by Irian tradition."

She looked across at the musicians as they entered the tent and seemed lost either in the music, or in thought as the strange music filled the tent.

"King Renn of Eldar will certainly meet his match!"

Elora cast a grateful smile at Eldrin's reassurance.

"Yet I cannot help but concern myself for their safety."

She responded, the irony of an Irian Queen worrying about the safety of Ulvian Generals. She sighed heavily, yet was comforted by the presence of the ever loyal Elron and her newly acquired ladies. When Raelin reached out to stroke her tentatively Elora did not object, welcoming the girl's soothing touch...
 
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