fate 18

Milena drummed her fingers against the arm of her chair; she found listening to the complaints of her councilmen rather boring.

< You know, if these people were actually intelligent, they would have found ways to prevent these problems themselves. They take my council for granted, thinking that if they ask for my "divine wisdom", it'll be the easy way out of their problems. They've gotten weak over the years. It used to be that the Grand Council would convene to discuss matters of the safety of the whole planet, not just the concerns of each little province, > Milena thought as she used her other hand to pick up her goblet of wine that sat on top of the large circular table used for the sole purpose of holding Council meetings.

She raised the cup to her lips, tipping her head back to swallow the smooth liquid. All of the councilmen, including Councilman Kadar, who was in the middle of talking about the lack of reinforcements in his province, stared as they watched Queen Milena swallow the wine, her smooth, graceful throat constricting as she forced the liquid down. The councilmen, all of them young and healthy, had memories of planting kisses against her long, seductive throat.

Queen Milena, at one point in time, had taken all of the councilmen to her bed. She was a woman who liked variety in her men and anybody she chose to sleep with dare not refuse. Queen Milena granted favors for anyone who pleased her in bed. Most of the councilmen had given Queen Milena great pleasure in her bed and had been rewarded with the position of Councilman.

Setting the glass down, Queen Milena looked around at the group of 15 men and immediately understood their looks; she saw the desire they held for her in their eyes. Inwardly, she smiled; she knew she was attractive. With the body of a 19-year old human, she was practically irresistible to men. But, Milena chose not to verbally address the look in the men's eyes as she spoke.

"You were saying, Councilman Kadar? Something about your lack of reinforcements in your province? Well, I shall grand you 10,000 men until you can come up with soldiers of your own." Kadar acknowledged the gesture with a slight bow of his head.

"Good," Milena said, rising to her feet, "Then I announce this meeting of the Grand Council over. Good day, gentlemen." With that, Milena walked briskly out of the room, feeling the eyes of all the councilmen on her backside. Milena smirked.

"Pathetic fools," she whispered to herself before she turned a corner and disappeared from their sight. She strode down the wide hallway, passing many rooms until she approached the one she wanted: the office where her two advisors worked. Unannounced, she opened the doors and walked in, finding the two of them hard at work over a seeing crystal.

"Have we found our sacrifice?" Milena said, announcing her presence to the flustered advisors. They both turned around and looked on with surprise at their Queen.

"Queen Milena, what a pleasant surprise. You will be happy to know that we have found our sacrifice. Though we lost High Priest Rademar in the process, he was successful in giving us the power to locate your sacrifice. Would you like to see her?" the older of the two men asked. A smile spread over Milena's face.

"I would," she said, walking over to the seeing crystal. It took the two men no time at all to find the sacrifice with the aid of the seeing crystal. Milena looked on with rapture as the girl appeared in the flat top-surface of the crystal.

Her blue eyes shone with intelligence and strength as she labored over something that Milena couldn't identify. The sacrifice raised one hand to push a strand of hair out of her face before continuing on with her task. Even though billions of miles separated Milena from the sacrifice, Milena could easily see the strength and will power of the girl.

"Excellent," Milena murmured, "She'll do perfectly." Milena opened her mouth to give her advisors orders when the picture in the seeing crystal changed and a young man entered the picture. Milena gasped. She knew from the moment she saw him that she must have him. What caught her was not his looks; she had seen men far better looking than he. What caught her was the look in his eyes; the innocent, naïve strength that shone in them made her quiver.

< I want to break that innocence, tear it from him. Yes, he must be mine. I shall have him for my pet and destroy his soul, > Milena thought with a smile.

"Bring him to me," Milena ordered, "When you capture the girl, make sure he comes along with her. I want him for myself." The younger of the two advisors looked up at Milena with a confused look.

"I'm going to shatter his innocence, that's what I'm going to do. I'm going to make him mine; he will serve under me for the rest of his life." Milena smiled in anticipation before turning her back on her advisors and walking out of the room. Before she left, she turned her head and spoke.

"Oh, gentlemen, I will not be attending dinner this evening," Milena said, her honeyed voice entering the ears of her advisors.

"Would you like some company, your highness? From the Queen's Own?" the older advisor asked. The Queen's Own were a group of men that belonged to the Queen, kind of like a horde of male concubines. They existed for the sole purpose of the Queen's pleasure. All men were of a young age, strong, and handsome, usually hand-picked by the Queen herself. Milena smiled.

"Which ones would you like with you, your highness?" the other advisor asked. It wasn't uncommon for the Queen to have several men with her for the evening. Milena thought about it for a moment. While she enjoyed the company of several men at once, she wanted only one: her favorite one.

Milena stood in one of her many elegant rooms, observing her figure in the full-length mirror. Behind her was her 4-poster, canopy bed. It was wide enough to comfortably sleep 7 people; Milena liked it because it gave her and her nightly lovers room to have "fun" in. Milena smiled; she knew Narith was going to like the dress.

The dress was made of black satin with a fine black lace covering the bodice. It was a form-fitting dress, clinging to her every curve. She had laced the bodice up tightly to that her breasts were practically spilling out of the top, her nipples dangerously close to the neckline. Her hair was left down, cascading down her back in full, sensual waves. There was a knock at the door, altering Milena's attention, but not dragging her out of her critical examination of herself.

"Come in," she said absently, her eyes never leaving the mirror. The door opened and shut, the newcomer's footsteps sounding gently against the carpeted floor.

"Can never pull yourself away from your reflection, can you, Milena?" Milena looked away from the mirror and settled her gaze on her evening's company: Narith. Her heart pounded in her chest as she took in the sight of him.

He stood tall, looking at her with blue eyes from underneath silky, light blond hair. He was wearing nothing but tight trousers, hugging him in all the right places. Her eyes drifted down to his crotch; from where she was standing, she could see the bulge in his pants; she knew he wanted her as much as she wanted him. Forcing her eyes to leave that area, her gaze wandered up to his tan, toned chest. She knew he worked out to keep his figure, having nothing else to do during the day. Being one of the Queen's Own came him many privileges and being the Queen's favorite, even more.

Hoping her arousal didn't show on her face, she walked towards the bed, leaning against it as she beckoned him to her with her finger. Smiling rakishly, Narith walked towards her, his smooth, graceful gait making him appear ethereal.

"You called, my Queen?" Narith asked, respectfully, though the smile on his face told Milena that he was joking. Milena returned the smile, her eyes deliberately running down his body. Narith didn't even blush, though his breathing picked up in pace.

"It has. You've been busy, preparing for the sacrifice and everything. Everyone has understood why you haven't called any of us in several days." When Narith said everyone, he meant all of the Queen's Own.

"I've missed you, too." Narith then swept her up into a kiss, one that Milena melted in to. If it weren't for his status, Milena would have made him her husband long ago. He showed the mental capabilities; she had come to thinking of him as her unofficial advisor. She would turn to him with her plans and he would remark on them. She trusted his judgment; he was usually right. Milena pulled away from the kiss and looked down once again to the bulge in his pants.

"That I am, but I'm wondering when you're going to quit talking and get down to business, Milena. I don't think I can wait any longer." Milena was only mildly surprised with his forwardness. He never asked her to get started before; he must really want her. Milena smiled before sliding her hand down his chest, slipping it into his trousers. She heard him gasp as her fingers wrapped around his semi-aroused member.

"Is this what you want?" Milena asked, giving him a squeeze. He let out a moan; that was more than enough for Milena. She wanted him to be satisfied before he moved onto her. Using her other hand, she single-handedly unbuttoned his trousers, somehow managing to push them down his hips, until they fell into a puddle at his feet, freeing his erection. One hand still wrapped around him, Milena dropped to her knees, looking at his engorged manhood in the face.

She ran her fingers up and down his length, massaging the tip with her thumb while her other hand moved to caress his testicles. She looked up at his face while she continued on with her ministrations; the look on his face was satisfaction enough for her. His face was contorted with pleasure, his teeth gritted, as she stroked him. With a chuckle, Milena leaned forward and licked the tip of his member with her tongue, causing him to gasp loudly.

"Oh, but I want to. I want you to enjoy this as well, my pet." Those were the last words Milena spoke before wrapping her lips around his erection, bringing it further into her mouth while running her tongue along the underside. Narith cried out in pleasure as Milena drew him into her mouth. He frantically grabbed on to one of the posters of the canopy to keep himself standing.

He glanced down to see Milena's head bobbing back and forth as she sucked on him. He had never felt pleasure that intense before and he never wanted it to end. His hips began moving back and forth gently, moving his erection in and out of her mouth. Milena's lips tightened and contracted rapidly, creating a choppy suction that forced grunts from the mouth of her lover.

"Oh yes, Milena. Don't stop!" he moaned loudly, pumping his length into her mouth. Milena accepted him greedily, enjoying his moaning and panting; the sounds were making her wet with desire, her loins tightening with want. Milena continued on with the act, drawing out louder and louder moans from Narith. She knew he was close and she wanted his release so badly; she wanted him to yell out his orgasm. She wasn't disappointed. With a loud yell, Narith called out her name, spilling his seed into her mouth. Milena swallowed it down eagerly.

She gently removed her lips from his still hard member and stood up slowly, savoring the look on his face, a look of pure joy and pleasure. His chest was moving up and down heavily as he breathed. She could tell from the way his breathing evened out that he was trying to calm himself down. Milena was patient enough to wait. Finally, Narith looked down into her eyes, his gaze feral and full of need. Pulling her close to him, Milena could feel his erection pressing into her dress.

"It's your turn, Milena." Milena gasped as he kissed her roughly and passionately. His lips soon left her mouth, creating a trail down her neck, towards her collarbone. He pulled his mouth away and worked on untying the laces on her bodice.

"You're so beautiful," he whispered, his deft fingers making shortcomings of the laces. Slowly, he eased the dress off of her shoulders and it fell around her hips, leaving it bunched around the waist. Her heaving chest was exposed and Narith smiled. Leaning over, he took one rosy nipple into his mouth, caressing the other with his fingers. Milena grabbed his head, winding her fingers through his hair as he lavished attention onto her breasts.

"Yes!" she cried out. Narith soon moved his mouth away from her breast, moving it over to suckle the other one as his hands pushed down her dress, leaving her in only a pair of silk panties. In one swift motion, Narith swept Milena off of her feet and carried her onto the bed, gently setting her down in the middle. Narith lay over her, holding himself up on his hands, which were position right above her shoulders.

"You've been a very naughty girl," Narith said with a shake of his head. Milena almost fainted at the passionate look Narith was giving her. Smiling devilishly, Milena reached down and slid her panties down her legs, tossing the offending garment aside. She spread her legs wide and smirked.

"That sounds like a good idea," he said, leaning down to press a kiss to her sternum. He continued to work his way down, his hands gently caressing her flesh as they trailed down her abdomen, over her hips, and down her thighs. His lips, however, took a slightly different course. Narith led a trail of kisses over her breasts and down her stomach. Milena's breathing increased as he reached her naval, but his kisses went even farther down still.

His hands on her thighs, Narith pushed them apart even still, revealing all of Milena's womanhood to him. He breathed in deeply, bringing her musky scent into his lungs, heightening his arousal even more. Without a word, his tongue reached out and caressed her, causing Milena to scream in pleasure. Narith continued with what he was doing, only he did it faster.

He did everything he could think of to her clit and he relished in the cries of pleasure it brought out of Milena; it had obviously been a while since she had any type of sexual satisfaction that she was practically dying for it. Milena's hips bucked wildly in response to Narith's ministrations. She could feel herself creeping closer and closer to the edge.

"Oh yes! Faster, faster!" Milena commanded, her heart pounding in her chest, her breathing consisting of pants. Narith complied with Milena's command and went faster, flicking his tongue faster against the sensitive nubbin. Milena felt like she was going to die if her orgasm didn't come soon; she was so close to the release she desperately needed. Just when she had about given up hope, it came. She tensed up as her orgasm washed over her in waves, screaming as it hit.

Narith looked up at her as waves of pleasure took over her body and he smiled satisfactorily; it made him proud to be able to give the Queen pleasure like that. Once her movements ceased, he eased his way back up her body until he was looking down at her face. There was a small smile spread over Milena's face as she opened her eyes and looked up at her lover.

"That's what I'm here for," Narith said with a smile, leaning down to kiss Milena. Milena could taste herself on his tongue as she kissed him and she didn't know what aroused her more: the taste of herself on his tongue or his hands on her flesh, caressing and kneading it gently. Grinning inwardly, Milena flipped the two of them over so that Narith was lying on his back with Milena straddling his waist. Milena leaned over and placed her lips next to his ear.

"Are you ready for more fun, my pet?" she whispered. Narith nodded, his hand moving down and squeezing her behind in affirmation. Milena smiled.

"It comes from not having you for a while," Milena said, reveling in the feeling of having him inside of her. She stayed like that for a couple of seconds until an upward motion of Narith's hips urged her on. Resting her hands on his chest, Milena began slowly rocking back and forth, rubbing her sensitive clitoris against him. The sounds of their hard breathing and moans filled the room as they moved against each other.

Together, as one, their movements became faster and more frenzied, their moans turning into cries of pleasure. Narith opened his eyes to look up at his Queen, riding him hard and furious, her breasts bouncing in response to her motions. His hands cupped her bottom, pushing her further onto his hardened member, deepening the penetration. Milena couldn't form any words as she moved back and forth against him; the only sounds she could make were loud moans as he moved in and out of her.

Their cries grew in volume as their lovemaking increased; both Milena and Narith were sure that they could be heard by the servants, but they didn't care. All that mattered was each other and the precipice that they were rapidly approaching. Their screams echoing throughout the room, orgasm hit both Milena and Narith at the same time, causing their bodies to shake violently with its force. They both stayed like that for several minutes, regaining their breath and their wits. Milena collapsed against him, resting her head on his chest.

"As always," she said, rolling off of him and onto the bed. Narith pushed the covers from out of under them and climbed into them, pulling Milena close to him. As Milena snuggled up against him, Narith drew the covers up, surrounding the two of them in their warmth. Milena smiled as Narith's arms wrapped around her waist. She remembered the first time she had Narith. He had been so shy and innocent, but ready to learn.

< I remember the look in his eyes. I'll never forget it. That innocent passion, that... > Milena's thought trailed off. She sat straight up with a gasp, alarming Narith.

"I want you to go around to all of the provinces and, from all of the Councilmen's harem of concubines, pick out the best looking ones. When you've done that, come back to me and report their names. I'll even give you an official document that gives you my permission to do so."

"Sure, Milena, but may I ask why?" Milena explained her plan, telling him about the boy she saw in the seeing crystal and what she had in store for him. Narith smiled at her plan.

"You don't have to worry about that. I won't sleep with anybody except you." Narith leaned over and gave her a gentle kiss.

"You're the Queen, anything can be arranged at your beck and call. Now, come on. We'll plan out the details tomorrow. Let's just get some sleep," Narith said with a concealed yawn. Milena reclined her body against Narith's and curled up against him. Within moments, the two lovers were asleep, their minds still planning out Milena's idea.