Primal Masquerade (Closed for Kaena)

[Kaena]

As the anger seemed to fade from his eyes, Kearra could feel her own anger slipping away. His words struck a nerve. He had disobeyed her, but, to be fair she had not exactly set out her expectations of him as her slave. And, as he said, he had yet to disobey her in public, only in private. She was torn now as to what to do with him. On one hand she wanted him to learn the consequences of his actions and on the other hand she wanted to give him a pass on this one and let the matter slide. She knew though that she couldn't just let it go. To back down now would set a precedence that she would crumble if pushed hard enough.

She was just about to remove her hand from his cock when she felt his hand on hers as he attempted to push it away. That simple action renewed her anger and she tightened her grip on his cock once again. “Your body is mine boy,” she said, leaning in to whisper in his ear. “Do not attempt to remove my hand again. I will not be denied access to your body.” Stroking her hand along his cock, she nibbled gently on his ear before letting go and stepping back to allow him to make his way to the wash basin.

Leaving him to do as he had been commanded, she quickly gathered her clothes and dressed for the day. Since she was going to be at court, instead of wearing the soft leather pants and vest she preferred, she slipped into a blue satin dress that clung sensuously to her every curve and brought out the blue in her eyes. Under her dress she strapped her knives to her thigh, what appeared to be pockets on the dress giving her full access to the knives if she needed them. Twisting her hair into a braid, she pinned it in place before putting on the silver necklace her father had given her and finished off the look with the thin silver crown she placed on her head. She grimaced at her reflection in the mirror. She had never been one for the frivolities of court, but, it was what was expected of her and as she had said earlier to Zeke, she was not in the mood to cause more issues with her people than there already was.

Moving to a box on her dresser, she lifted the lid and took out the leather collar that lay within. The collar had also been a gift to her from her father. Up until then she had not had anyone worthy of wearing it. The collar was a status symbol among the castle servants. It meant that the bearer was chosen by a royal to be their favourite and was thus protected by them. She didn't know how Zeke would react to her requiring him to wear a collar, but, she really hoped he would not fight her on it.

“Come here Zeke” she said, indicating for him to kneel before her. She waited with bated breath to see if he would comply.

 

[Lucian_Devine]

Kearra's words and actions rekindled his anger at the situation. He remained stoic though, all but biting his tongue as she stroked her hand along his cock as she gently nibbled at his ear. He let out the breath he'd been holding when she finally pulled away from him and moved aside so that he could do what she'd asked of him.

The process of washing himself took longer than Zeke would have liked. It wasn't just the sweat that had naturally built up as he'd slept, or even the sweat from the extend fuck that had just happened. The hardest part to thoroughly wash was of course his cock and balls, and thighs. Her juices seemed to have a mind of their own, wanting to linger as proof of the activities that had created them.

When at last the task was done to what he expected was a satisfactory degree, Zeke finally turned around. The sight of Kearra in a dress actually made him pause. His eyes immediately looked her up and down, admiring the lovely silhouette before him before he even had a chance to try and stop himself.

Only when Zeke finally realized what he was doing did he manage to tear his gaze away. He was just thankful that her back was turned so that she hadn't seen his reaction. He managed to steel his gaze just before she turned around. His gaze immediately dropped to what she held, and his entire body tensed in response. It was another step she expected him to take no doubt.

No sooner had he thought it, than she was calling him over. He took a moment to steel himself, trying to hide that moment of insecurity by lifting his gaze from the collar to meet hers. When his gaze met hers he started to walk, and held it as he walked around the bed to stand before her. The gesture to kneel sparked a fresh spark of anger that made his skin crawl and fists clench. It wasn't easy to quell that anger, but he hadn't come this far to let his people down now. His knees bent slowly, even as his gaze remained steady. Even when his legs finally gave way and his knees touched the cold stone floor, his gaze stared defiantly up into her eyes.

 

[Kaena]

She had felt his body tense beneath her touch and she knew her words hand sparked his anger once again. Holding back another biting retort, she simply watched him as he made his way over to the wash basin and began to wash the evidence of their love making from his skin. She couldn't deny that she was attracted to his body, in more ways that one. From his chiseled abs down to his firm ass, he was definitely a fine specimen of a man.

As much as he obviously tried to hide it, she had seen the look he was giving her body as she turned back around to face him. But, it was soon overshadowed by the look on his face as he eyes fell on the collar she held in her hands. She could almost see him visibly tense up as she called him over, the look in his eyes as he raised his gaze to meet hers speaking volumes in itself.

His gaze was defiant as he walked towards her and she was surprised he held it the whole way across the room and even still as he slowly lowered himself to his knees before her. Had he been any other slave, the simple action of refusing to lower his gaze from hers would have warranted a punishment, but, she figured the one he was about to face would be enough.

When he finally settled on his knees she reached out and brushed her hand lighly along his shoulder. She could feel his body trembling with his anger beneath her touch. Unbuckling the collar, she placed it around his neck and locked it in place before stepping back to admire how it looked around his muscular neck. It seemed to almost mold to his body, as if it had been made specifically for him.

Slipping her fingers under the collar she pulled him up to his feet, her eyes meeting his defiant gaze with a smolder of her own. The sight of him naked and defiant at her feet, wearing her collar had ignited a spark within her. One that unfortunately could not be fed until they were alone again at the end of the day.

Leaning in she lighly brushed her lips along his neck and up to his ear. "Watch yourself boy," she said simply in warning before pulling back again. Turning away from him she walked to the door and opened it, smiling at Kaldar who was waiting for them. She frowned at the displeased look Kaldar gave when his eyes fell on Zeke's naked body. It was obvious that he did not agree with her decision to make Zeke go with her naked, however, he knew better than to question her. Though that brief look did make Kearra falter for a second before she took a deep breath and motioned Zeke forward. She had made her decision and she was going to stand by it, no matter what.

"Zeke will join me in the throne room today,"she finally said, her tension easing as Kaldar simply nodded his head in response. "I trust those that wish to meet with me are waiting."

"Yes Milady," Kaldar responded before taking a deep breath. "Though, they are not please with having been made to wait. There has been plenty of discord among your people since yesterday's executions. I warn you, it will not be a pleasant day for you."

"Nothing I cannot handle," she replied, hoping her own scathing doubt was not apparent. Turning to Zeke, she motioned him forward once again. "Come on, we don't have all day."

 

[Lucian_Devine]

Kearra's touch on his shoulder, as brief and tender as it was send shivers coursing through Zeke. It took everything within him to not flinch and shy away from her touch, but nothing could stop the slight twitch of his mouth. That reaction redoubled itself when he heard the collar lock into place. His people were not meant to be chained or collared, and the fact that he was forced to be now infuriated him.

Zeke's defiant gaze returned after that brief falter, meeting Kearra's gaze and holding it as she bent down. Only when her head turned did their shared gaze finally break. The touch of her lips along his neck sent another surge of lightning down his spine. His stoic façade faltered once more, and he was glad that she wasn't in a position to see it. Her words brought the rage back to the surface, making it easier to hide the conflict going on within him.

A soft sigh of relief slipped from Zeke when Kearra pulled her head back and rose to a full standing position. He wanted to get up, but now was not the time for rash actions. He was surprised when she walked towards the door though, and he forced the stoic mask back into place as his nakedness was revealed to Kaldar. The two exchanged a brief conversation that he couldn't hear, but he wasn't so much worried about it.

When Kearra turned back to him and motioned him forward though, he hesitated. Even her words didn't spark him to action, not right away anyway.

"I...but...my clothes..." Zeke stammered, showing weakness for the first time in front of somebody other than Kearra. He pushed himself to his feet, anger helping hide his embarrassment as he spoke. "You expect me to go out there...like this...? That's insane..."

 

[Kaena]

As much as he tried to hide from her, she was in tune with his every reaction. She felt him shiver beneath her touch when she touched him and then felt the shift to anger as she locked the collar in place. And again when she brushed her lips along his neck, she could tell he had a visceral reaction to her touch, but once again it was quickly replaced with his anger when she spoke. He was an enigma that was for sure. It was like he was waging a war within himself. Part of him wanting to submit and give himself to her and the other part remaining defiant and grasping at that last bit of himself that remained. As much as she wanted him to be her loyal, obedient slave, she had no intention of trying to break him of who he truly was. It was what endeared him to her in the first place. She just hoped what she was forcing him to do would not make him hate her forever.

She had to fight to hide her amusement at his reaction when he realized she intended to bring him from the room without his clothes. His cheeks burned red with embarrassment which to an untrained eye would just seem like it was caused by the anger burning in his eyes. Her amusement quickly faded to annoyance as he jumped to his feet, sputtering his disbelief.

"Do you really think this is a good idea Milady?" Kaldar attempted to interject, only to be silenced by the glare that Kearra shot him.

"He needs to learn that actions have consequences," she replied to Kaldar before turning her gaze back to Zeke. "You didn't think I would let you get off so easily for your act of disobedience did you? You have shown that pain has not effect on you as a punishment, so perhaps a lesson in humility will put you in your place." As much as she put on a brave face, she could start to feel her conviction to start to falter as her gaze locked on his. Maybe Kaldar was right and it wasn't the right decision to bring him with her to the throne room unclothed, but if she backed down now it would definitely make her look weak. Still she could almost feel the brief relationship she had built with him starting to crash down around her and it brought a deep sadness in her soul that she was not aware was written all over her face.

"Are you alright?" Kaldar asked, his concern echoed in his deep voice. He moved to take a step towards her and she raised a hand to stop him, unable to hide its tremble.

"Yes, I'm fine," she replied. Taking a deep breath, she moved over to the door and pulled it open, motioning the two closest guards to come into the room. Kaldar gave her a questioning look but remained silent as two guards joined them. Turning back towards Zeke she shook her head in an attempt to rid herself of the conflicting thoughts echoing through her mind.

"You will join me unclothed in the throne room." she said, her tone holding no room for argument. "You can either come on your own volition or by force, but either way it is going to happen." She stood watching him for a moment, her face once again stoic and hiding of her emotions.

"Boys please escort him to the throne room," she finally said, moving aside to let the two guards through, curious if the extra muscle was going to be needed, or if Zeke would move towards the door on his own.

 

[Lucian_Devine]

Zeke's gaze never waivered from Kearra, whether she was looking at him or talking to Kaldar. He had to fight the urge to smile when she turned back towards the door. Any thought of victory faded when she called in another pair of guards. She'd explained what she was going to do and why before, and now she was simply proving that it would be done, whether he wanted to or not.

When the final command came and the two guards started to move towards him, Zeke took a step back and raised his hands. The guards naturally continued to walk towards him though. "Alright alright alright alright ALRIGHT!" Zeke's voice got louder with every utterance of the word, and it was culminated with one final word before he took a step forward. "Fuck!" He cussed to himself, dropped his gaze and shaking his head as he walked towards and eventually started to follow Kearra out the door and down the hallway.

There was no way to hide anything then. So all he could do was keep his back straight, his head held high, and his gaze forward. If he didn't meet the eyes of the people he passed, he could at least try and pretend that he wasn't naked.

 

[Kaena]

Though Zeke was able to hold back his victorious smile, Kearra could see the brief look of vindication flash across his face as she headed towards the door. The look quickly vanished when she beckoned the two guards into the room and gave him her ultimatum. She held her breath as the guards advanced on Zeke, watching as he threw up his hands as if in defense and backed away from them. As much as she wanted to stand her ground on the issue, the last thing she wanted was him to get hurt. He was a formidable warrior but he was naked and outnumbered two to one.

She breathed a sigh of relief when he finally relented, his hands dropping in defeat as he cursed and made his way towards the door. She walked in front him, Kaldar at her side and the two guards bring up the flank at his back. She occasionally glanced behind her to see if he had covered himself but each time she found he walked with his held high, his hands at his side. She could feel the stares of her people as they passed and could here them snickering. Though she knew one look from her would silence them, she chose to ignore them, allowing their attention to act as part of Zeke's punishment.

When they finally reached the throne room, she found it full with people waiting for arrival. On one side of the room stood a group of men she recognized as those that used to associate with Aerden. She could see the anger in their eyes as they saw Zeke. The anger was soon replaced with mocking amusement at his predicament, their laughter echoing through the large room. For a moment Kearra regretted her decision to bring Zeke with her, but, instead of letting it get to her she took a deep breath and walked towards the throne.

Taking a seat, she motioned for Zeke to kneel at her side, curious to see if how he would choose to present himself in front of the room of curious onlookers. She eyes coolly surveyed the crowd, the amused looks and snickers instantly diminishing. She smiled to herself. It appeared her swift punishment of Aerden and his men had had some of the effect she had hoped for. Those that did not fear her at least had some resemblance of respect for her, something that had been lacking before.

"Yesterday was a sad day for our kingdom," she said, her voice confident despite the butterflies in her stomach. Several people nodded their head in agreement. "My father always treated his people well and I intend to do the same, but, I cannpt have people conspiring against me behind my back. From this day forward I am open to speak with anyone openly who has a problem with how I am ruling this kingdom, however, I will not tolerate secrecy and plotting. Anyone who is caught doing so with be dealt with quickly and without mercy."

Sighing she looked down at Zeke and then back at the crowd.

"This man here has had everything taken from him. His freedom, his family, his village. Rules of the kingdom dictate that he belongs to me, but, it does not mean I will not do all I can to right the wrongs committed against his people by Aerden and his men."

"You say you want to right the wrongs yet here you are humiliating him in front of everyone," a voice echoed from the back of the crowd the exact thoughts that had been going through Kearra's head as she spoke. If anyone had been close enough to see into her eyes at that moment they would have seen the pain and conflict waring within them.

"As I said he belongs to me," she said, her voice wavering slightly before returning to the a façade of confidence. "Just as I will not tolerate disobedience from my people, I will not tolerate it from him either." Not wishing to elaborate on the reason for Zeke's punishment she fell silent, the silence of the crowd almost deafening as they waited for her next words.

"As a start to repair the damage done to his people, I am asking anyone who purchased slaves from the last auction to bring them here to me," she finally said causing some of the crowd to react negatively. "I am not asking you to lose out on the money you have spent, however, these people are innocent and should never been sold at the auctions. I will buy the freedom of any of the slaves that were purchased that day. This is non negotiable and anyone found keeping any of these people as slaves will be dealt with accordingly."

Though she could tell there were many unhappy with the thought of losing their slaves, there were none that voiced their dissent. The rest of the day passed quickly with Kearra dealing with the trivial duties required by her position. By the time the sun began to set she was exhausted both mentally and physically and had not paid much attention to Zeke. Finally, after everyone had left the room and she was alone with him again, she turned to him, getting to her feet.

"Have you learned your lesson my pet," she said, holding her breath as she waited to see what he would say.

 

[Lucian_Devine]

Zeke tried to keep his eyes focused on the floor in front of him as the group entered the throne room. It was pretty easy to tell when that was, what with the laughs that erupted from one side of the room before spreading throughout it.

The group continued to walk, even as they ascended the few steps up to the throne. Zeke had no choice to wait then. He knew that all of this was a power play on her part, meant for both him and the people in this room. When she motioned for him to stand beside the throne and then kneel down, he did so, and with no small amount of relief.

There wasn't much to be done to hide his nakedness and salvage some dignity while he'd been standing, but once he was settled on the floor, Zeke let out a soft sigh. He remained kneeling, even as he brought said knees closer together and placed his hands in his lap over his penis. It was funny in a way. In any other circumstance the pose would have seemed uncharacteristically timid and demure, especially from him.

With his own dignity salvaged as much as was possible for the moment, Zeke turned his attention to Kearra and the people she spoke to. It was fairly easy to identify the cliques, even with his limited court experience. It was similarly hard to not wish that somebody did try and assassinate her right here and now, giving him the chance to try and save her and maybe earn his own freedom back.

It was hard to not admire Kearra's conviction as she delivered what was effectively an ultimatum to her people on behalf of his people. It was of course true that the past couldn't be erased or forgotten, but it could at least be undone, provided everybody that was still alive could be tracked down.

The rest of the day was long and boring, much like he would have originally suspected, and likely as it normally would be if not for his presence and the events that had led to it. When the day's work was finally over and done with, and the two of them were alone in the throne room, Zeke watched Kearra as she rose to her feet and turned to him. His violet gaze lifted to meet her blue one, even as he remained on his knees.

Zeke of course heard the question that Kearra posed to him, and he had to fight back a chuckle. He succeeded, but only to a point, his chest still lurched a bit, and he did still scoff at least a little. "I've learned that being a martyr of sorts isn't as glorious as the stories make it out to be..." He continued to meet her gaze as he waited for permission to stand, still not wanting to undermine or disrespect her in such a public place, even if they did appear to be alone.

 

[Kaena]

The day had been long and tiring for Kearra and when the body filed from the room, leaving her and Zeke alone, she was more than ready for it all to be over. The only thing that had helped her keep it together was the knowledge that he was kneeling obediently beside her, his presence itself giving her strength to say the words that were needed. Throughout the day she had take brief glances towards him, noting with interest that he had chosen to kneel is such a way that he was modestly covered for the most part. If she had not thought his punishment was more than enough for him to learn his lesson, she would have ordered him to place his hands on his thighs, removing his only means of covering himself. But, she had not chosen to bring him to throne room naked entirely for humilation, it was to teach him a lesson and at the same time show her people that she was not one to be trifled with.

She couldn't help but notice the movement of his chest as she asked him if he had learned his lesson. Despite all that had happened to him that day, he still found amusement in her question, which threatened to rekindle the flame of anger that had burned in her that morning. Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath as he voiced his answer, not the answer she was looking for, but an answer nonetheless.

"Well being Queen is not as glorious as the stories make it out to be as well," she replied, shaking her head. She allowed her eyes to travel over his nude body as she spoke, realizing he had yet to move from his position on his knees. That brief sign of respect he was showing her made her feel even more guilty about dragging him with her out in public. "You still haven't truly answered my question, but we will not discuss this any further here. Get up, we will return to my chambers and continue this conversation when we are alone."

Turning her back on him, she walked towards the door, which immediately opened as she approached. Though it had appeared they were alone, Kaldar and his men were always watching, waiting for her command. They walked once again as a group back to her room, the hallways absent of any of the whispering and snickering that was heard earlier. They made it back to the room without issue and Kearra was pleased to find Kaldar had arranged to have food waiting for them, the bed freshly made and the tub filled with heated water. She thanked Kaldar and dismissed him before closing the door with a thud behind him. As soon as they were alone once again, she returned her attention back to Zeke, her cool gaze softening as it fell on his body once more.

"I will ask you once again. Did you learn your lesson, or do I need to continue your punishment now that we are alone?" she asked, taking the silver crown from her hair and placing it back in its case. "Come, help me undress. It has been a long day and I wish to bath before we eat."

 

[Lucian_Devine]

A soft chuckle slipped from Zeke as he nodded is head when he heard Kearra repeat his statement back to him in reference to being queen. "No, I don't suppose it is, but those stories are often written by short-sighted fools aren't they?" He remained where he was until she ordered him to get up.

As the pair walked towards the large doors, they opened before them, making Zeke feel even better about not taking the chance that would have been standing up without permission. It was hard not to suspect that somebody would always be watching them when they were in her room. The walk back was easier, because of the lack of people snickering and whispering behind their hands. He entered the room behind her, but had to move out of her way so that she could dismiss Kaldar and close the door behind him.

Any thoughts that things would be simpler now that they were alone were instantly dashed as she turned her attention to him and repeated the question she'd asked him in the throne room. The question this time came as she was removing the crown from her head.

"Nothing needed to be learned." Zeke said softly as he approached Kearra and slid around behind her. "I know what I am, both in your eyes and the eyes of your people." His hands moved to the ties at the back of her dress, slowly loosening them until the dress just hung from her shoulders rather than clinging to her curves. "I had just hoped..." He continued as he walked back around her and slid the straps from her shoulders. "That things would or could be different..." Rather than let the dress fall, Zeke lowered himself to his knees before her, taking the dress with him to the floor. "When we are alone together." Still on his knees, his hands moved to the straps that secured her knives to her thighs. Only then did he get back to his feet, moving to put her knives back in their case on her side table.

When he was done with her knives, Zeke walked back to Kearra, kneeling down once more. One hand moved to grab one of her boots as she lifted her foot. His other hand slid up to hold her calf, giving him the leverage to pull it off. He let his hand glide down her leg before moving to repeat the process for her other boot. He set them aside with the dress that she'd since stepped out of and rose to his feet once more. One hand lifted to slide under the locket that hung from her neck, nestled between her breasts. He lifted his gaze to hers, clearly but silently asking whether she wanted it to be removed. When he got his answer, he took a single step back, still holding her gaze as he lifted one finger and slowly spun it around, again silently but clearly indicating that he needed her to turn around for him to continue.

 

[Kaena]

She was silent as he began to undress her, listening intently to his answer to her question. As he spoke she felt another twinge of guilt for what she had done, but she knew it had been a necessary evil. It had been a demonstration of her authority over him and over her people. A lesson that she was sure would not be forgotten easily. Still it felt like she had damaged the fragile relationship that had been building between them and she was not sure if it would be easily repaired.

She shivered as she felt his gentle hands begin to untie the strings of her dress, allowing the fabric to hang loosely from her shoulders. Her gazed followed him as he walked back in front of her and another shiver passed through her as he lowered the straps of her dress and drew it to the floor, falling to his knees as he did. She would never get tired of the site of him on his knees before her. It was a site that caused a new tingle to pass through her, erasing the earlier guilt.

"Things are different when we are alone," she finally replied, tensing as his hands moved towards the straps for her knives. She knew in this position he could grab the knives and kill her before she even had time to react, but, she made no move to stop him, trusting that he wouldn't try anything. Her muscles visibly relaxed as he removed the knives and moved to place them in their case. She admired his handsome figure as he once again returned to his knees before her to remove her boots. "I know I am asking you to be obedient, but, when we are alone, we do not have to put up a front for the prying eyes of others. You may not see it now, but what we have is something entirely different than what I intend the public to see."

She reached down and ran her fingers through his hair as he worked to remove her boots. The silky strands between her fingers calmed her and if he had taken that moment to look up at her, he would have seeing a softening to her gaze that had not been there before. His touch on her leg as his hand slid down it was almost electric, awakening her body in a whole new way. She didn't know if it was the cool air of the room or the feel of his hand between he breasts, but her nipples instantly hardened as he took her locket in his hand and looked at her imploringly. The locket held the only picture she had of her mother and she rarely took it off. She shook her head at his silent question, raising an eyebrow as he motioned for her to turn around. She was already full naked before him, what else did he have in mind? As much as she questioned it, she slowly turned around, leaving her nude back bare to his gaze.

"Once you are done, will you join me in the tub?" She knew she could just order him to join her, but, she wanted to see what he would do when given the choice.

 

[Lucian_Devine]

Zeke had of course heard Kearra's words as he undressed her, and felt her fingers in his hair. As was often said though, actions speak louder than words. Little did he know though, that sometimes those actions could also be words. Those words, and the action they represented, came in the form of her asking him to join her in the bath.

The question that Kearra asked actually made Zeke's hands pause as he reached for her hair. It was a question yes, but he knew that it likely wasn't a real question. Still, she'd asked him instead of ordering him like she'd done the first time they'd bathed together. He recovered quickly enough. "I think that can be arranged." Hesaid softly as he reached for the pins that held her hair in place. Watching her hair fall down and splay across her back as he moved to set the pins on her side table before returning to her. His hands slid up her back then, taking their time, his fingers splaying out to touch as much of the soft skin as possible before reaching her hair once more. The braids had naturally loosened without the pins, and his fingers moved to aid it in that goal, undoing the braid and sliding his fingers through it from root to tip. It still needed a few more runs to be fully smoothed out, but he figured she'd be fine with it as is.

With everything that she'd asked him to do being done, save for the bath, he stepped around her and walked to and around the edge of the bed. He looking steadily forward as he walked towards the tub, not stopping to turn around until he took the first step into the steaming hot water. Even as he lifted his gaze to find hers, he took the second step into the bath. He then lifted his hand and extended it towards her, offering to help her in so that she wouldn't slip and fall.

 

[Kaena]

Kearra could tell that her question was not something he had been expecting. She stood silently and with bated breath as she waited for his reply, wanting to give him time to think about what she had said. She wouldn't blame him if he denied her this simple request. She had put him through hell already and really didn't deserve the respect she was asking from him.

She could feel the tension leave her body at his response. Maybe she hadn't burned all the bridges between them and there was still hope she could recover some of the flame that had sparked between them before. She stood still as he slowly removed the pins from her hair and let it fall freely down her back, her eyes followed him as he moved to set the pins on the table, her cheeks flushing with arousal as her eyes grazed over his nude body.

The warmth of his hands was a welcome touch as he slid them along her bare back. She couldn't contain the shiver that ran down her spine and soft moan that escaped her lips. His touch was a welcome distraction from the days events and was awakening her desire for him. She frowned in disappointment when his hands once again left her skin and continued their task of loosening her hair. Once she felt him move away from her, she turned to face him, watching as he climbed into the tub. She smiled as he turned towards her and extended his hand in invitation. Making her way across the room, she took his hand and allowed him to help her into the tub.

The water was felt warm and inviting against her skin, but it wasn't the water that was fueling the heat building inside her body. Leaning into him, she kissed his chest softly, almost reverently before moving to slide down into the tub. Moving to allow him to sit behind her, she motioned for him to sit as well before reaching for the clean cloth that was hanging on the side of the tub. Dipping the cloth in the water, she held it up so he could take it, a silent request for him to help her bath.

 

[Lucian_Devine]

Zeke never really knew what to expect with Kearra. He couldn't deny that he felt something for her, and he was sure that she felt at least a little something for him. With her position as queen though, it truly did complicate every aspect of her life. As such, he didn't know what she would do after she stepped into the tub, but made no effort to stop her as she stepped closer, leaned against him and lowered her head to press long and reverent kiss to his chest. His own arms had naturally moved to encircle her as she lingered there, but as soon as they were about to close around her, she lowered herself into the tub, turning her back to him, clearing inviting him to sit behind her.

It truly was amazing how much more powerful actions were than words. She wordlessly put herself into the most vulnerable of positions, trusting that he wouldn't try to hurt her, despite the natural and understandable reasons for him to do so. So Zeke then did what he suspected none of the rest of his people would have done, and lowered himself to sit behind her, stretching his legs out on either side of her.

Zeke watched as Kearra reached for the cloth hanging on the side of the tub, dipped it into the water, and held it up over her shoulder, once again making her desires known without going as far as to order them, but simply hoping that he would oblige without the necessity of that formality.

Without a moments hesitation, Zeke lifted a hand to take the cloth from her and lifted the other to move her hair over one of her shoulders, baring her neck to him. He then slid the cloth over her skin, trying to mentally gauge how much pressure to use. His other hand then passed over that spot, rinsing it clean. He repeated the motion on her back, almost ritualistically washing and rinsing every bit of the soft and flawlessly smooth flesh, with only the briefest of intervals when he needed to rewet the cloth.

Only when he was done with every bit of her exposed back and neck did he allow his hand to slowly slide up her spine to the base of her neck before finally moving to one side. When his hand found her shoulder, he applied gentle pressure, signaling that he wanted her to slide backwards against him, while also not forcing her to do so if she didn't want to.

 

[Kaena]

There were no words to describe the relief Kearra felt in the moment. All the tensions of the day were slowly melting away with each pass of the wash cloth along her naked back. If even in that brief moment there was peace between them and the tension would rise again later on, she was grateful for what she could get. His gentle hands worked slowly from her neck down to the base of her spine, sending shivers through her body. There was no argument that she felt something for him and her body yearned for his touch more and more as each second passed. She just hoped her earlier demonstration of her authority had not squashed anything he may have being feeling for her, though the feel of his hands on her skin made her feel like there was something still there.

She felt her eyes begin to drift shut as he continued to wash her. She didn't realize how exhausted she was until that moment. Her eyes flew open in surprise as the gentle touch of his hand on her shoulder pulled her from the brink of sleep. Smiling to herself she allowed her body to lean back against his strong chest, the thought of how perfectly they fit together crossing her mind. Taking his hand that held the cloth, she passed it over her breast and down her stomach before dipping it beneath the water to the patch between her legs. Though she was guiding his hand, the brief touch of his hand on her inner thigh made her draw an excited breath before she pulled her hand away and left him to continue what he had started. Nuzzling into his chest, she allowed her eyes to drift closed again, enjoying the feel of being enveloped against him.

 

[Lucian_Devine]

Whenever he took initiative with Kearra, Zeke knew that the risk of her saying no was always there. Maybe it was that risk and any repercussions that might come with it that made the joy he felt when she relented that much stronger. A soft sigh slipped from his lips as she allowed to be leaned backwards until the soft skin of her back was nestled against his firm chests.

The movement that Kearra made with his hand and the cloth caught Zeke a bit off guard. While she had asked him to join her in the bath and wordlessly expressed her desire for him to wash her, he hadn't expected her to take control. Still, he allowed her to guide his hand over her breast and down her stomach before guiding it beneath the water's surface. The touch of his hand against her thigh, her warm and inviting thigh, sent a surge through Zeke's body. Blood surged into his cock, causing it to swell, and making him happy that she wasn't pressed against it as well. Anything could ruin this moment, and as much as he wanted it, he knew that she truly needed it.

Zeke's hand, and the cloth it held slid slowly up and down between Kearra's spread legs, shifting in pressure with each pass as he gauged her response. His other arm slid around her then, once again reminding him how easy it would be to close it around her neck, squeeze, and regain his freedom. The thought was gone almost as soon as it arrived though, and with his fingertips leading the way, it glided along the full length of her breastbone. He held her without force, simply pressing even more of his firm skin against her softness as his hand continued to glide up and down between her legs.

 

[Kaena]

Kearra could almost feel her body starting to awaken with each pass of the washcloth between her legs. She could feel the tension and anxiety of the day slowly slip away as she allowed herself to relax against his hard chest. She knew she was putting herself in a vulnerable position but she was not worried that he would try to hurt her. He had proven himself time and again that he could be trusted. Despite all that she had put him through, she still felt safe in his arms.

A soft moan escaped her lips as he passed the washcloth once again between her legs. From the feel of his continuous attention to her pussy, she knew that bathing her was not the only thing on his mind. She was surprised that he would even be attracted to her after today and had half expected him to draw away from her in disgust or perform his duties as instructed and nothing more. She was pleased that the spark of attraction between them had not been fully extinguished.

Shifting her position slightly, she opened her legs wider to his touch. Grinding her ass against him she was surprised to find his cock rock hard. It was taking all her control to stop herself from straddling him and fucking him until they both came. She wanted to go slow this time, allow them both to enjoy the moment before she conquered his body once again.

"Don't stop," she moaned breathlessly as his hand once again passed the cloth over her eager pussy. Her body trembled as her excitement began to grow, her nipples instantly hardening. She could feel the delicious pressure starting to build between her legs and she arched up off the floor of the tub, her loud moan echoing through the room. Grabbing his hand she moved it away from her pussy, collapsing back against him to give herself time to get herself under control. She had been so close to coming but she didn't want to just yet. She wanted to feel his cock buried deep inside her, wanted to feel his own passion when she finally gave in to hers.

Pulling away from him she got on her knees and placed her hands on the edge of the tub in front of her. Spreading her legs, she gave him a clear view of her pussy from behind, her lips damps with her arousal. Her cheeks were flushed as she looked back at him, her eyes full of unbridled hunger.

"Fuck me my pet," she ordered, her voice quivering with need. Her body trembled as she waited with bated breath for him to comply with her order.

 

[Lucian_Devine]

Zeke tried to keep his mind focused on the task at hand, even as he heard and felt every one of Kearra's reactions. It was difficult for him to truly say what how he'd expected she'd react, namely because she'd guided his hand to where it now lingered. Still, he felt her legs slide further apart, giving his hand more room and freedom to continue it's task. At the same time though, he felt her body shift backwards, and his cock jerked when he felt the her ass press back against it.

Kearra's words weren't really needed in that moment, but were good to hear in their own way. Every movement of Zeke's hand and the cloth it held between her legs now had a ripple effect of sorts. He felt her body tremble beneath his knowing ministrations while also grinding back against him, bringing him no small amount of pleasure as well.

Zeke knew that Kearra was getting close, just from the way her body shifted and undulated against him, her body trapped between the pleasure giving hand that might drive her crazy and his firm chest that helped ground her.

When Zeke felt Kearra arch her ass up off the bottom of the tub and let out a loud moan, he knew she was there, right on the edge, but as his hand tried to push her over, her hand grabbed his and moved it away. His confusion over the sudden stoppage, namely in the way that it denied her own release of all things, would have been written all over his face if she'd been able to see it. Still, with nothing else to do in that moment, he simply held her overheated body, once again without force, as she recovered some semblance of control over herself.

As reluctant as he was to do so, Zeke didn't fight Kearra when she made to pull herself away from him. He simply watched as she put a hand on the edge of the tub to pull herself up. His confusion returned though, when she simply got to her knees, spread her legs, and looked back at him. Her face was flushed with her arousal as she voiced her order. That same voice quivered as it gave said order though, and he met her gaze, searching for any sign of uncertainty before he finally started to move.

Zeke held Kearra's gaze as he braced both of his hands on the sides of the tub and pulled himself forward to his knees. Even now he could smell her arousal, and see the evidence of it, despite the water that she'd just pulled herself from. The order that he'd been given and the eagerness of her body told Zeke exactly what her body wanted. He wasn't a mindless animal though, and even as he slid up behind her and nudged her knees a bit farther apart, he tried to think of what she truly needed. One hand gripped his throbbing cock as the other moved to her hip, holding it steady as he first slid his cock up the crack of her ass. As he pulled it back down, he then pushed it forward, just below her needy cunt. His hips moved forward then, sliding the full length of his cock against her cunt before pulling back.

Zeke's next forward motion brought the head of his cock between the hot and velvety lips of Kearra's pussy. He pushed forward, pushing the full head of his cock into her before pulling back. Another push of his hips had his cock sliding beneath her, but sliding along her cunt once more. As he pulled back and reversed his motion, he lifted up again, her pussy lips giving way as he pushed a full third of his cock into her before pulling back once more. He repeated that process again and again, his single hand on her hip ensuring that she couldn't push back and take any more of his cock than he wanted to give her. With each repetition he gave her another inch of his cock before pulling out and pressing against her and the sensitive nub he knew was there.

Inch by inch, Zeke fed his cock into Kearra's needy cunt before pulling out and rubbing himself against her. Only when the final inch of his throbbing organ buried itself into her did he finally break the pattern. His other hand moved to her other hip as he shifted his hips forward, his body quivering as he felt his cock shifting back and forth inside her. When he was done moving forward, the resting position for his hips was just like this, balls deep into the woman that he knew wanted him to fuck her. He'd felt that her mind wanted more though, and he'd tried to give her just that, tried to slowly build her up to this moment. With his hands holding her hips steady, he pulled halfway out of her before thrusting back in. He then pulled almost all the way out, with just the head inside her before lunging forward with a driving thrust.

Zeke had tried to give Kearra everything he could in this moment, everything he hoped her mind and body needed. Now though, such thoughts were beyond him. He lunged forward again and again, mindlessly pummeling her cunt as he gripped her hips tighter and tighter. Each thrust came with more force than the last as he lost himself in this coupling, his instincts taking hold as he ravaged her with merciless intent.