The Harem Of The King (Inquire within)

[silvertongue217]

"Your lord she is here"

"Thank you Carlyle" King Marik said looking up from his papers and nodding at him to go. The young attendent nodded and made his leave to go prepare the throne room for the kings arrival.

"Todays the day" Marik murmured reaching down to stroke the hair of the slave girl currently sucking on his cock. He pushed his chair out and at the same time his throbbing cock popped out of her mouth with a slight POP.

"That will be all" He said watching as she rose and bowed her head "You did well my dear its nothing against you but I have matters to attend to"

She nodded and after giving him a slight bow scampered off. He chuckled shaking his head and grabbing his coat as he prepared himself to leave the roaring fire and warmth of his office behind. It was winter in his lands and even though the castle had plenty of roaring fires the halls it self were chilled to the bone. The heavy cloak was a rich red with gold lining, it was sized accordingly to show off his muscular physique and his towering frame. King Marik moved to the door pausing at the mirror he kept close by to check his appearance. His hair and his bear were neatly trimmed and even though it was the dead of winter he had managed to keep the dark tan his people were known for.

Once he was sure every thing was correct and as it should be he made his way to the throne room. Along the way he made sure to greet every one from the nobles traveling with their slave girls to the slave girls and men attending to the castle. While some said the way he ran things was cruel to woman he knew if any one of them were asked they would say the opposite and praise him. He worked a long time to make sure he was loved and even though it meant keeping a constant diligence he knew in the long run it paid off.

He stepped into the throne room nodding at every one as the rose to bow to him.

"You can go now" He said waving off the few attendants and nobles that were eyeing the new comer with interest. They nodded and within seconds the throne room was clear except for the King and the Foreign Princess.

"Its a pleasure to see you Princess" King Marik said coming over and after taking her hand kissing it "what brings you to my kingdom?" He asked nodding at her to sit as he took his throne.

 

[dragonkittybecca]

Princess Isadora, known in her Kingdom affectionately as Dora, could physically feel her heart beat as she was lead into the big, beautiful throne room by an attendant. Her eyes were not unaccustomed to such luxury but she was still dazzled. The light-haired beauty had heard rumors of King Marik’s wealth, but she has been naïve enough to think it did not surpass her fathers. Maybe it was because all she knew of this foreign kingdom is that the women here are treated as inferiors; slaves. Despite that fact, Dora knew that King Marik was praised in almost every kingdom, with few enemies.

That knowledge did little to deter the Princess from thinking this king was deplorable. Dora shook her head in disgust; in her kingdom all life was treated equally. She had no less value that her older brother, though she was a female. She wasn’t even considered very desirable in her Kingdom due to her plump, busty build. King Caspine, her father, has had trouble in the past finding her a suitor, however no one dared treat her any differently because of it.

Her wrists ached from holding up the weight of her elaborate dress and fur travel cloak, and if she wasn’t so nervous so would have been relieved to be able to relax a little. Instead she was greeted by peering, knowing eyes from all around her, so she stared intently at the marble floors while her cheeks heated. Dora didn’t enjoy being stared at, especially like she was an evening feast. Nor did she enjoy being thought of as a prize to be won or something to be own. She wasn’t proud, she assured herself mentally, she just knows her worth.

King Caspine had sent her here hoping that she would be able to convince the King to help her troubled Kingdom. They severely needed to protect their south territory that was being invaded by the Southern Kingdom who was steadily gaining power. If she did not succeed, her Kingdom would slowly but surely be wiped out. She could not let that happen, it was all that she knew, and she had to protect her people. And, her father’s prestigious image.

Her delicately decorated nails picked mindlessly at the beading on her dress, lost in thought until she heard the doors of the throne room open once again. All in the room, turned and bowed at his presence except Dora who simply lowered her gaze respectfully. She had to bite her cheek trying to tame the color that was spreading over her exposed flesh. King Marik was more handsome than any gossip she had ever heard with his tan skin, up kept appearance, and tall, muscular frame. She was actually surprised.

She held her breath as he had the room clear in a matter of moments, leaving them alone. Time slowed a bit as he walked toward her, his elegant cloak flowing behind him, and held her hand briefly to kiss it. This action shocked Dora was this was not a custom in her kingdom, and to a noble it could be taken as heavily promiscuous. She fought to take control of her rushing thoughts as she sat down daintily.

“The pleasure is all mine,” her soft voice was a bit shakier than she wished as she spoke. “My Kingdom desperately needs your help, Sire. We require infantry to hold back in impending attack from the Southern Kingdom. ”

 

[SinisterSpiders]

Feathers were flying, women were squealing and fabric was being haphazardly flung all about the place. The entire wing of the harem had errupted into utter chaos and Mistress Guinevere was furious. She sat at her desk, cloistered in her private office, but the noise of the frivolity still bled through every crack in the thick stone walls. She was trying to get through the last of the missives that the King had sent her, but getting everything done in such racket was impossible. She had left Sibele, her second in charge, out in the common room to keep on top of things. But as pretty and witty as the young woman was she was utterly useless at commanding a room. With a heavy sigh Gwen scooped up the half dozen scrolls and stormed from her office, pushing the door open with her shapely hip as she went.

"RIGHT, THAT'S ENOUGH!" Gwen's voice cut through the noise and her keen honey-brown eyes narrowed on the people that all froze mid-mischief. She looked around, and sure enough the Two Terrors were there again, stirring up all the women. She strode over to the two men, both easily a foot taller than her. "You two- out! NOW!"

The two handsome young men looked at her. Adam was blond, blue eyes with a clean cut face and a jaw bone that would make most women weak at the knees. Luca was the darkness to his light, all dark eyes, black haired with a artful amount of stubble and smouldering gazes that could kill. But, as handsome as they were, they were also trouble.

"But Mistress Gwen-"

"Mistress Guinevere to you!"

Adam rolled his eyes but corrected himself nonetheless; "Mistress Guinevere, the ladies and us, well, we're just having a bit of fun." Adam's tone was all reasonable, but Gwen could see the glint of mischief behind his eyes.

"There are simply too many ladies here to be satisfied by the King alone," Luca added, his eyes grazing up and down Gwen's own buxom form. "We thought to come in and help out. For King and Country!"

In response the girls all cheered a "For King and Country!" As was the custom in their culture. Gwen turned, glaring at her girls.

"Sibele?" Gwen bark, tossing her head and moving some loose strands of wavy brown hair back over her shoulder.

"Yes Mistress?" Sibele came forward, her brown eyes sufficiently downcast for the trouble she had permitted. "Please go and find the Duke." Then, Gwen turned to the two knights. "Now, by all means, stay and enjoy the company. But I dare say that if the Duke returns here to find you two running amok you lose your knightoods." Gwen's eyes dipped down to their codpieces. "Both of them!"

That seemed to get the young cassanovas moving. With a roguish salute from Adam and an expression of challenge from Luca, the two gathered their coats and left the room. Guinevere turned to Sibele then. She felt for the girl, she truly did. Sibele was a lovely, talented woman with all of the skills to rise her to the top of the harem, as well as a mind than many men would kill for. She just had so much trouble asserting herself, particularly when it came to young men like those two.

"Sibele, I am going to visit the King now, as I believe the Princess should have arrived by now. If I come back and those two are here, I will hold you accountable. Do you understand?"

"Yes Mistress," Sibele said, reverting to Gwen's title rather than her first name. Clearly she knew Gwen wasn't in the mood for casual banter.

~*~

Ten minutes later, after depositing the King's missives into the throne room antechamber, Gwen strode into the throne room. The Guards didn't even bother to stop her, instead pushing the doors open as she approached. The plush red velvet of her gown swirled on the floor behind her like leaves in a fierce wind, and she smiled when she saw King Marik settling back onto his throne. There was a woman in the room too. A lovely blonde creature with the dangerous curves and a pretty face that would catch the eye of many people in the castle with ease. Gwen knew she, for one, was already interested in seeing more of what this Princess had to offer.

"Sorry I am late Sire," Gwen said, walking straight past the woman to the throne. She gave a short dip as a curtsy and then stood beside the King. She then looked at the Princess again, eyes grazing over her decidedly feminine form with careful calculation. She then gave her a short curtsy. "Sorry I interrupted. Now please, continue."

 

[silvertongue217]

Marik was about to speak when the door opened and another joined their conversation. He smiled taking the silence from the guards as knowledge of who came into the meeting. Not many would have been allowed that luxury as a matter of fact most would have been tackled and detained before they could get two steps in!

Yet Gwen had always been a special case

The guards knew better than to stop her from entering any of his rooms and chambers. She was not the official Queen but given their long history and her rank as the Head Mistress she had more or less earned the tittle. Of course all of his girls were special each a jewel he cherished in his own way.

But well there was only one Gwen

"No matter" Marik said looking up to smile at her "I was just hearing our young princess's plight"

He nodded back at Isadora and then rose his purple robes sweeping as he walked over to the small wine table set off to one side of the room.

"Leave us" He said his tone light and polite but firm. The guards moved to attention nodding their head and sweeping out of the room within seconds.

Leaving the three alone

"I dont think theres any thing wrong with a man pouring himself and two lovely ladies a drink" Marik said pulling out two tumblers and uncorking the wine sitting on the table. He poured them each a measured glass and turned gesturing for Gwen to give Isadora hers. He took his own and moved going over to the large wood carved map that dominated the center of the room.

"Our young princess here wants to borrow troops" Marik explained looking over at Gwen "Her nation is being besieged by southern raiders men my group are trained to combat... Of course she can not provide some compensation as of yet given the dire needs of her nation but she promises her nation will repay the debt... What do you think?" He asked Gwen raising one black eyebrow as his green eyes swept back and forth between the two.

His tone was not one of displeasure her anger... No he seemed genuinely curious for her consul. The opposite of some one who might or might not be a slave.

 

[SinisterSpiders]

Gwen took the wine glass with a word of thanks to the King, her eyes lingering on his handsome face for a moment longer than was strictly necessary. She then walked over to the Princess, handing her the glass with a polite smile, before walking over to the war table.

King Marik explained the Princess' request, and Gwen wasn't surprised that the woman's people were unable to provide any amount of payment in return for her people's aid. As King Marik spoke, Gwen started moving the small figures about on the table, taking troops from various pursuits across the continent and sliding them to the Southern Borders of King Caspine's territory.

"It will be expensive for us to get there," Gwen said, more to herself than to any body else, her mind already assessing the sheer cost of transporting an adequate number of troops to the border. A border they were far enough away from that they need not worry about it. "But the Southern Raiders, transient as they are, have many riches that could profit both nations. And, from my understanding Princess, your nation could benefit from those profits more than ours." This last statement came with a respectful nod towards the Princess. Gwen didn't mean it to be rude, but she wasn't going to mince words on such an important matter just to save face.

Gwen stood back from the table and then looked to her King. To the handsome man she had come to know and love. She then looked back at the Princess.

"Though we don't require the spoils of this war so much as the Princess' people do, a good, strong alliance never goes astray," Gwen said, her mind already running over the possibilities. And, if she was honest, she had a mental image of the pretty Princess naked and on her knees before King Marik. A mental image which may have inspired her next comment; "Perhaps that could be the fee for aid, Sire. A strong alliance cemented by the permanent stewardship of yourself over one of King Caspine's treasured heirs."

Of course, what Gwen was suggesting wasn't new. It was an old tradition for royals to forge alliances and to keep one of their ally's key players as a form of insurance. Some might see it as a form of imprisonment, but under Marik's rule it was more like a permanent offer of hospitality. It was a small price to pay, really, for the Princess to remain a guest and take pride of place in Marik's kingdom, in return for him saving their entire nation. Gwen turned, resting her hands on the edge of the war table as she looked at the Princess to assess her reaction to the suggestion.

 

[dragonkittybecca]

As the doors to the throne room opened again, Isadora did her best to veil her reaction. The woman who entered was beautiful, in a way that made it hard to look at anything else. The smile on King Marik’s face told her that this was a pleasant entry, and she relaxed a little.

She watched in silent awe as the woman approached the throne and curtsied before standing next to the king. Dora could almost feel the way the woman was assessing her and she wasn't used to it.

If truth be told, she couldn’t help by find herself attracted to the brown-eyed woman, and this thought made the corners of her lips hint at a smile.

As the King rose gracefully, heading towards the wine, Dora felt herself blush brighter. This was her first time out of her land by herself, and she knew how to be poised as her parents taught her however she doubted her ability to make the right decisions without guidance. She already felt tense about being in the same room, begging help from a King she had a poor opinion of.

Caught by surprise by the Kings soft yet firm tone, her head tilted slightly to the side as she observed unable to keep her eyes from admiring the woman he affectionately called Gwen. Dora returned Gwen’s smile warmly accepting the much welcome wine and taking a heavy sip hoping it would ease her nerves. She didn’t mind watching the other shapely woman’s hip sway powerfully as she headed to the war table.

She almost spit it right back out as she heard the handsome king ask for Gwen’s opinion regarding the troops needed to help her country. With wide eyes, she gulped the wine down struggling not to cough and save herself the embarrassment. She was not expecting a king that used and kept women as slaves to care for the opinion of one.

Dora was now bewildered, even more so when Gwen began pondering her situation out loud, King Marik looking at her like he was hanging on every word. Even in her very open-minded kingdom this was something rare to behold. It was all she could do to nod simply, and but her mind wondered as she spoke of what it would take for the King to accomplish the assistance her country required.

She thought of simpler times, when she spent most of her days riding horses care free or locked in her chambers deep within the pages of a book. Times had changed, and much too fast for her tastes. She felt like she would have to be a serious, and uptight woman for the rest of her life trying to take care of her Kingdom. Not that it was a burden, it just wasn’t her wishes. Everything she did must be for her country now.

The words, “fee for aid,” broke Dora would of her eternal reminiscing, and she couldn’t help but gasp openly at what beautiful woman suggested.

Permanent stewardship to King Marik? There was no way she could be serious. Dora could feel her emotion filled gaze burn in tandem with the look that Gwen returned. She was a princess… she could be a queen one day.

“I do not wish to be outright, but you can hardly be serious,” she protested, her voice losing the power and sureness it had before.

 

[silvertongue217]

Marik laughed at the young princess's reaction to Gwens words. Of course his favored mistress already knew his plans what he ultimately wanted out of her. While he had not gone as far as to make it happen (or instigate the southern raiders in any way) he was never one to pas by a target of opportunity. The princess was some one he wished to acquire for political and personal pleasure reasons. Even know he ran his eyes up and down her body a small smirk tugging at his lips as he shared a amused reaction with Gwen.

"Should I take offense to your words dear princess?" Marik asked his voice feigning hurt before he let out a small chuckle.

"I am sure you have a hard time swallowing that idea because of the nasty rumors you have heard about my kingdom" He said sniffing in displeasure as he came over and kissed Gwen cheek "Tell me princess does this look like a slaved woman? And by asking for her consul did I seem like a womanizer?"

He didnt allow her to speak instead moving over to her and pressing his "attack".

"I know what it said about my kingdom and its practices but you will find not a single female in this country that is upset or angry about their place in my society.... The woman of my harem especially either way Gwen words hold much wisdom if it is a alliance you wish to have then a proposal for your hand in marriage must be given do that and I can have my men sent out to bolster your borders defenses by the end of the week four days if I push it the choice is yours of course but I do encourage you to see what my country is about before choosing to ignore its customs" He told her placing a hand on her shoulder and giving her a kind smile before turning to Gwen.

"Gwen did you have any thing to say? About our kingdom?" He asked her coming over and standing by her side.

 

[SinisterSpiders]

Gwen watched the Princess's reaction. The King was always so frustrated when people had such a low opinion of his kingdom. He had worked hard to ensure all of his people were safe and well, and foreigners were usually so ill equipped to see the nation for what it was.

Gwen smiled at the King when he asked is she had anything to add. She reached out, resting her hand on his forearm am before turning back to the Princess.

"Nothing to add Sire, merely that I agree with you," she smiled at the Princess. "I only hope you give the King and our Country a chance before you make your decision. Your own country needs our aid, and the alliance will be beneficial for both of our nations."

 

[dragonkittybecca]

Isadora could feel her cheeks redden futher as the King sized her up, she wanted to cover herself with her fur cloak but she fought the urge. The way that the two before her looked amused at her indignant protest made her blood boil.

Though, she did have to admit to herself that Marik’s chuckle was a sight to behold; the way the skin around his eyes crinkled slightly it did something to her that she was clueless of.

Her ability to speak coherently was becoming harder and harder as her mind raced. “I….” and she trailed off, not being able to finish as her kissed Gwen’s cheek sweetly. Dora thought about his question very seriously, the brows crinkling together with confusion. No, the way that Marik and Gwen acted around each other did not make her feel in any way that Gwen was being kept captive.

She held her breath as the king sauntered over to her, his words an endless string in her mind. This Kingdom, this proposal, was all a bit too much for a sheltered Princess from an apparently sheltered Country. Alas, he was right in some ways, on her trip in she had not seen one disgruntled woman or otherwise. She pondered his offer, and met his gaze and smile strong trying to wither under his touch though it was light.

Her country needed the help he was offering or it would surely parish. But at what cost? She might lose her since of self in the process. Then, she thought about her mother as she stared down at the floor feeling defeat. The Queen was a strong and wise woman, who would put all others before herself if it meant the betterment of their Kingdom. Dora grimaced, what would her mother think is she denied King Marik and her country suffered for it?

Slowly, she raised her eyes, her look morose as she looked up at Gwen feeling like a petulant child. They were both right. What they were asking of her is nothing more than any other nation would have has she come to them instead of Marik.

“I… I cannot refuse,” Isadora said her deflated words coming out in a small sigh, “however I cannot agree without knowing what will be expected of me.” She was beginning to tremble just at the thought, as unknown as everything was to her. She looked at the King standing tall and proud, refusing to let her apprehensions have any power over her.

 

[silvertongue217]

"And neither one of us would expect you to agree blindly" Marik said waving his hand at her accusation. Even if it wasnt necessarily a straight one. His eyes narrowed with determination as he regarded her contemplating how best to explain to her.

"This is how it will work" He finally said to them both "You will write home to your parents that I am giving aid and that in return I am courting you you will then join me and Gwen and the rest of the girls at the estate we spend the most time at you will learn the ins and out of life here and the courts nothing forward or untowards will be asked of you yet you are simply to learn about our way of life and try it out you will be in no harm of being forced upon and you will have all the time in the world to see what our culture and our people have to offer you"

He went over to his desk pulling out some parchment and lettering and handing it to her.

"The choice is yours dear princess" He said softly touching the tips of his fingers to her cheek "My help and troops for the pleasure of courting you"

 

[dragonkittybecca]

Dora bit her lip as she listened to the King speak. The offer was making more and more since to her, and was getting harder to refuse. She pushed aside everything she thought she knew about this Country’s customs previously, and took the parchment from him. The feel of Marik’s soft yet rough fingers on her cheek made her visibly tremble, her bottom lip poked out just a little.

Learning, that was something she could do; she had always been the silent observant type. However her ability to survive in a Harem was severely lacking. The blonde princess looked down at the parchment in her hand with determination. Regardless of her doubts, she knew what she had to do.

“M-my King,” Dora nodded in agreement, her decision made.

 

[silvertongue217]

"Excellent" Marik said grinning as he watched her sign and agree to his terms "I shall meet with my generals now" He told her coming over and kissing her hand.

"You did the right thing princess" He told her locking eyes. He reached in as if to kiss her but instead gently put his fingers on her lips. He then moved going back over to Gwen and stopping in front of her.

"Go show the princess to our living quarters my dear" He said taking both of her hands "let her meet the girls and also give her a break down of our usual days make sure she is comfortable and I will join after I talk to the generals" He told her leaning in to give her a deep kiss before turning. He bowed to them both and with a sweep of his robes he was gone and moving into his office.

 

[SinisterSpiders]

Gwen watched as the King moved over to the Princess, as he got close enough to kiss her but instead pressed his fingers against her lovely, pouty, quivering lips. When his eyes locked with Gwen she smiled at him, imagining what the Princess's plump, trembling lips would look like stretched out wide around his thick cock. She ignored the twinge of arousal deep in her womanhood and bowed her head to the King respectfully.

"I think that is an excellent idea your Highness," Gwen said, she was more than willing to show this beautiful Princess around, but she didn't like missing out on the meeting with the Generals. That said, she knew that Marik would fill her in later anyway. She leaned into his kiss, returning it with a bit of tongue before he pulled away and swept out of the room, leaving Gwen and the Princess alone for the very first time.

"So Princess, how was your journey here?" Gwen asked, she gestured towards the door with a fluttering hand movement and started to walk that path, intending to lead Dora through the castle and towards the King's harem.

 

[dragonkittybecca]

After the princess finished signing the King's agreement, her hard determination faded and was replaced with a feeling she couldn't quite place; maybe a small fear of the unknown. Though she was quite young, she knew better to let the overwhelming swarm of emotions over take her in front of the Marik.

The king got so close to her that she could feel the heat coming off of her, the smell of him intoxicated her for a moment. She could only imagine the look on her face, as she stared at his lips struggling not to lean into his caressing touch.

Dora watched him interact with Gwen sweetly, a little surprised by the amount of love and respect that they had for each other. With short legs and she to speed walk to keep up with Gwen, so she trailed behind, but only by a little distance.

"It was long, and I am quite worn out but it was very beautiful. I am in love with the mountains, as my country is mostly forest." She could feel her chin tremble a little as she talked about her home, realizing it would probably be many moons before she would see it again. Dora picked up her dress a little so she could follow a little faster, pushing all thoughts of her kingdom out of her head.

Things were about to change, and she needed to adjust quickly.

 

[SinisterSpiders]

Gwen looked at Dora over her shoulder as they walked. The young woman's bossom bounced enticingly at the pace she had set, and Gwen made a mental note to find other things that made those glorious globes do that.

"Yes, the mountains are spectacular," Gwen admitted with a nod, "They are not only the most visually appealing of our nation, but also the most important as they provide us with an unprecedented level of security that the nations either side of the range do not get."

Gwen knew that she was referring to Dora's on nation when she said this, but it was the truth. The mountains had been a refuge for King Marik's people for as long as their nation had been established.

"Right now we are headed towards the King's wing of the castle," Gwen explained, "It houses not only King Marik, but all of the women of his harem. Technically speaking we are all wives to the King. Apart from myself the King currently has five other wives. I am not sure if they will all be there when we get to the shared common room, but we shall see."

Gwen stopped climbing the stairs and then led Dora down a corridor to the right that took them to a large set of doors which was guarded by several tall, bulky men. They dipped their heads as Gwen and the Princess approached. They swept the doors open and Gwen and Dora walked through into a large room with high vaulted ceilings. There were several comfortable lounges and love seats strewn liberally around the room, there were bookshelves lining two full walls and three women sat on those lounged. One was young, similar to Dora's age, and had a lovely belly swollen with child, her red hair glistened in the light streaming in through from the floor-to-ceiling external windows. A blonde woman lounged over in the corner, her pretty nose buried in a book as her bare foot tapped up and down. The third lady was one with lustrous black hair and pouty red lips that most women would die for. She was the oldest of the group, and about two years older than Gwen herself.

Then, there was a loud, ear-piercing squeal and three children bolted into the room. The oldest and tallest, with mousy brown hair and a face that was a younger version of Gwen's, was holding up a handful of sweets as the other two chased after her.

"Talia! Share those sweets or you will lose them!" Gwen called out. Talia ignored her, instead careening across the floor, dashing behind Gwen, and hiding in her skirts. Gwen rolled her eyes, reaching behind her and snatching the sweet bun from her daughter's hand, and splitting it into three equal parts, sharing the pieces between Gwen and the two boys that had been chasing her.

"So everyone, this is Princess Isadora, King Marik's newest guest. She will be staying with us for a while, learning about our country and our life. We hope to encourage her to stay, so please," Gwen looked behind her at the cheeky girl behind her, "behave."