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Title: Dominum
Chapter 3: Teamwork
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Master gently cupped her chin. Her eyes darted back up to Master’s face. Master was smiling at her. “Time for the next step in your training.”
“Master?” Clair asked. As much as she wanted to please Master, Clair knew she didn’t have the strength to ride Master again. She wasn’t sure she had the strength for Master to take her again.
Master’s smile grew, just shy of a grin. He brushed his thumb across her bottom lip. “I want those beautiful lips of yours around my cock.”
“Oh.” Her face began to heat. She should have known. “Yes. Master.”
Fayt almost laughed at the expression on Clair’s face. Instead, he kissed her quickly. Clair was adorable. Naked, bound, and ravaged, and still she could blush.
Master guided her to the edge of the bed, helping her down. Her feet touched the padded rug and her legs trembled. She was exhausted but determined. Arms bound and legs weak, Master had to lower her gently to her knees. Clair stared at his cock, from the large swollen head, along his shaft, all the way to the coarse blue hairs at its base. His cock was slick with moisture. Their moisture, hers and Nel’s. Her cunt ached at the memory. Clair licked her lips. She stared up at him. “Master. I-” She caught yourself, “May this slave touch you?”
Master smiled down at her and his approval warmed her. “You may.”
Nel’s eye lids fluttered as the mattress shifted underneath her. She heard something, not quite a murmur. Once. Then a gain. Slowly, she blinked, staring at the unfamiliar ceiling as her wits came back to her. The same noise, coming from her right, soft and wet.
Master stood beside the bed, facing away from her. Nel stared at the broad planes of his back, at his shoulders. It didn’t take long to find the source of the noise. Clair knelt before Master, her silver head trailing up and down on his cock.
Strangely, Nel felt completely at peace with the idea of sharing Master with Clair. She was happy for her friend. Nel was protective of those close to her on her best day, possessive on her worst. But she couldn’t fault Clair, not anymore. She understood Clair’s needs. She shared Clair’s needs. Needs only Master could fill.
However, there was one issue that had to be properly treated. Master’s needs hadn’t been sated. Clair was doing her best, enthusiastically kissing all along Master’s length before wrapping her lips around the head of cock. But Clair had never touched Master like this before and her arms were bound. Nel thought of everything Master had given her, rescuing her, aiding her people, and there were too many others to count. Nel lived every day of her life for her duty and a slave’s duty was to see to her Master’s needs.
Fayt turned his head as Nel slowly crawled towards him, coming to a stop at the edge of the bed. Nel shifted back but not quite resting on her haunches. Her ass was probably still too sore for that. She might have hand prints on both cheeks in the morning. He smirked at the image. She looked up at him as if unsure how to proceed. As much as Fayt wanted to be gentle with her, right now discipline was key.
“Head down,” he commanded.
Nel quickly prostrated herself before him, kneeling with her arms stretched before her and forehead resting against the mattress. Fayt reached for her leash, wrapping it around his hand and pulling on it just enough for Nel to feel it. He drank in the sight of her, the slender curves of her back, the swell of her hips. Fit and toned. Nel’s lithe form was a testament to her training. The light of the brazier cast her skin in a warm golden glow. Red hair, dark with sweat…she might have been the definition of sexpot.
Fayt knew he was becoming spoiled by the two Aquarian beauties.
“How are you feeling?” Fayt asked, more gently than he had planned. The sight of Nel’s still red ass and her obvious discomfort tugged at his heart. So Fayt told himself that while Nel needed a firm hand, that didn’t mean he couldn’t show that he cared for her. Fayt laid his free hand against her back, rubbing her back in slow gentle circles. He’d have to keep proper supplies on hand for his slaves, at least a salve to treat bruised flesh and something for sore muscles.
Nel’s answer was instantaneous. “This slave is ready to serve, Master.” But it was the same voice she used when reporting about a mission: cool, efficient, and all business.
Fayt pulled his hand away, let his displeasure show. This time his voice was hard. “Slave, how are you feeling?”
Nel needed to understand that even her secrets belonged to him.
Nel flinched as if he’d cracked a whip. “Tired and sore, Master. It hurts to sit.” She pressed her forehead down into the mattress. “Please let this slave serve you.”
Nel was hurting, just like he thought. As much as Fayt loved her and, god he loved her, Fayt knew he needed to be strict. “The next time I repeat myself, you will be punished.” Nel looked up and Fayt met her green eyes with his own. “Do you understand?”
Nel lowered her head. “Yes, Master.” She spoke into the mattress, appropriately humbled. He could read the tension in her supple body. Duty was very important to Nel. Fayt knew that any failing in that regard would hurt her.
But he didn’t comfort her.
Nel needed to learn. So Fayt watched Clair, letting the soft sound of her mouth on his cock wash over them. Through it all his silver slave had never slowed in her duties. Her amber eyes were watching him as her mouth worked tirelessly on his shaft. He thrust his hips slightly, pushing the head of his cock against the back of her throat. Clair gurgled around his cock but only for a moment and soon regained her rhythm, trying to take him in a little further. The sound of her lips wrapped around his shaft became a little louder. Still, Fayt said nothing, letting Nel listen to the sounds of Clair serving him. Nel held her position rigidly. He suspected her eyes were closed as she heard every wet noise. Gradually the warmth of Clair’s mouth, the firmness of her tongue, took the edge off his anger.
Finally, Fayt pulled Nel’s leash taut. “You will assist Clair. First by cleaning me up.”
“Thank you, Master.”
From her position Queen Romeria could see the naked backs of both kneeling girls. Lady Clair’s arms, tied elaborately behind her back, hidden by the length of her hair. Lady Nel’s red bridal sash hung from her neck and down her back. The sash…the leash was long enough that it brushed the floor even as Master Fayt held the other end in his grip. The soft wet sounds from the two Aquarian beauties filled the room as their heads bobbed. Lady Clair did her best to deepthroat Master Fayt while Lady Nel licked and kissed the rest of his shaft.
The queen felt weak, lightheaded. The wine hadn’t helped. The second glass had made her bolder, less inhibited. So bold she’d played with herself nearly from the beginning. First as Master Fayt dominated Lady Clair, in mind and body. The third glass, as she watched Lady Nel moan and beg like a Greeton whore, only made her more aroused. She’d stripped herself completely, imagining the feel of Master Fayt’s hands on her body, the sting of each strike, as she touched herself again.
Another glass might not have been wise but the sight of Master Fayt, his lean and muscled form, made her mouth dry. He towered over the two kneeling beauties, so eager to please him. Wet and parched, the queen drained most of the glass. In the firelight she could see his green eyes, practically glowing. He watched his two love slaves with agonizing tenderness. The queen’s fingers found her swollen and tender clit. Lady Clair had her lips wrapped around Master Fayt’s cock, her head blocking it from view. So the queen stared at the long lean muscles of his arms and his upper body as her ministrations became more frantic. Staring at his chest she saw two shades of lipstick on the Master Fayt’s skin, just over his heart. Queen Romeria licked her lips. Was that the prize for their submission to him?
Fayt gave Clair an encouraging smile. It was Clair’s first time and Fayt knew his sheer size wasn’t making it easy on her but she showed all the promise in the world. She just needed some instruction… and practice. Her warmth enveloped him over and over again as her head bobbed on his cock eagerly. Clair stared up at him with her warm amber eyes, looking for any sign of approval. Eagerness and attentiveness… Yes, his silver slave was going to be very good.
Nel’s mouth was busy at his crotch, cleaning him diligently. He’d had fantasies like this. About countless women growing up and since arriving on Elicoor he’d fantasized about both Nel and Clair. Fayt closed his eyes, feeling the warmth of Clair’s mouth and resisting the urge to force her down on his cock. Best to make this last, if only to give the girls a chance to develop their teamwork. Fayt opened his eyes as Nel’s tongue stopped licking at his waist.
Nel was watching Clair. “Relax your throat.” Nel said softly, coaching her. Fayt felt Clair murmur around his cock, totally unintelligible. But she did as she was told and he felt his cock slide further down her throat. Nel watched Clair approvingly. “Yes, just like that. Draw Master in slowly.” She encouraged. And Clair pressed herself forward even further, taking in another inch and gagging on him. Clair persisted, determined to serve him. Their devotion warmed him and Fayt swore to himself that he would be worthy of it.
Fortunately, Nel’s behavior gave him a chance to be kind to her after he’d had to be strict.
Nel was about to return to kissing the rest of Master’s exposed length when he placed his hand on her head, gently drawing it along her cheek. His green eyes were warm with love and approval. Master was proud of her. Nel leaned into the caress, staring up at Master. Nel knew he loved her, had known since their first night together. And she knew he didn’t enjoy punishing her for her mistakes. He would only do it because he loved her and it was his duty as her Master, just like it was a slave’s duty to hide nothing from her Master.
Nel hadn’t meant to displease him earlier, by not admitting she was hurting, but it was second nature to her. All her life Nel had devoted herself to Aquaria, a country that would use her for her talents and abandon her when they were spent.
Master had saved her from the Black Brigade. He’d risked his life to save her, Tynave, and Farleen, when he barely knew her. Because life was precious, her life was precious. Nel couldn’t remember the last time someone had prioritized her over their own self-interest.
Only Master.
Master loved her and it was Master’s responsibility to see to her needs. To give herself so completely to him, to serve him and be cherished in return… Her eyes stung. Nel had never been loved so completely before. Master wanted to reward her, punished her only because he had to. Nel held Master’s hand against her cheek, staring into his green eyes with her own.
Master smiled down at her, brushing his thumb across her cheek. “Good girl, Nel.” Nel grinned back and eagerly returned to her duties of licking Master clean, running her tongue along his taut stomach. She and Clair had practically soaked Master with their arousal. Once Master’s midsection was clean she focused on the base of his shaft.
“Good girl, Clair. Let Nel have a turn.” Master’s voice floated from above them.
Clair pulled away slowly, too slowly in Nel’s opinion. Nel quickly wrapped her lips around the head of Master’s cock and drew him into her mouth, all the way to the back of her throat. Even with all her practice she couldn’t take in his full length but she knew how to please him, better than anyone. Nel had always loved it, tasting him, pleasing him, and hearing him groan in pleasure as she served him. Master was always so giving with her, such a devoted lover. He never hesitated to touch her, to taste her, to make her cum.
Master had a very talented tongue.
Nel had clearly done this before. Clair watched her take in most of Master’s length smoothly into her mouth and down her throat. Clair wished she could do that. But even Nel couldn’t take him in completely. Clair kissed the length of Master’s exposed shaft. Clair ran her tongue up and down his cock, not stopping until her nose pressed against the coarse blue hairs of his crotch. Part of her training was to learn how to please Master. Good girls pleased Master.
Nel pulled back, revealing Master’s full glistening length. Clair was surprised, thinking it was her turn again. It was no secret Nel was competitive by nature. Nel wanted to make Master cum. They both did. Clair’s instincts were right as instead of letting her deepthroat Master the redhead changed tactics. Nel’s hands began working the length of his cock, starting at the base as she sucked on the head. Master gave a soft grunt of approval.
Clair saw Nel smile around his cock. With Nel’s hands stroking length of Master’s cock there was little she could do. But before she could pout Nel shifted over to one side, holding Master’s cock between them. Clair took the opportunity to wrap her lips around the head, sucking slowly.
“..errh…” Master groaned again, deep in his throat and Clair felt her heart race in response. Master’s pleasure. She took her turn sucking eagerly at the head as Nel’s hands stroked his length. “Good girls.” Master encouraged.
“Yes, Master.” Fayt heard them murmur in unison, sending vibrations through his cock and his cock throbed against their lips.
Two pairs of devoted eyes, green and amber, stared up at him, never stopping in their efforts. Fayt didn’t see them. He’d closed his eyes. He’d had to, in order to hold back his release as long as possible. Fuck, they were good at this. Nel already knew how he liked to be touched and Clair was a fast learner. And they were very determined. He hadn’t expected them to work together so well, not so soon. He had to close his eyes. The sight of their beautiful faces trailing up and down his cock in unison would do him in. The sounds alone, wet and urgent, were almost too much for him.
Clair and Nel stared up at Master. Master’s eyes were closed. His sapphire hair fell wildly across his skin, glowing in the firelight. He wore a soft contented smile on his lips. Their eyes roamed over his body, his broad chest, the lean muscles of his arms, and the ripples of his toned stomach. The scars across his chest and arms reminding them that he was a warrior and the most deadly swordsman in two kingdoms.
They ran their tongues down to the base of his cock, then back up to the head. They swirled their tongues around the head of Master’s cock, savoring the taste of him. As one they pressed their mouths to both sides of the head, sucking softly. They saw his jaw tighten just so. “Goo-…good girls.” He grunted, the pleasure causing the slightest tremor in his voice. The same tremor ran through their bodies. Master’s pleasure, their pleasure. Master would cum for them. Because of their touch.
His cock seemed to pulse in front of them. A groan escaped his lips. Master wanted release and they wanted to give it to him, needed to give it to him. He’d spent the entire night fulfilling their desires. They stared at the lipstick marks on his chest. Master loved them. They needed to show Master how much they loved him.
They were good girls.
Fayt couldn’t hold back another groan. Something had gotten into them. Nel and Clair had redoubled their efforts. Their mouths continuing their assault, kissing, licking, and sucking, every inch of him. Sometimes together, sometimes separately.
They would definitely be doing more of this.
Nel’s hands were wrapped around his shaft, firmly stroking the length they couldn’t reach. His cock twitched as he felt the air of the room on his tip, cold compared to the warmth of their mouths, but only for a second before their mouths enveloped his cock. Their tongues worked him from either side, licking the head of his cock in long slow circles, as if they were savoring his taste. Fayt’s breath caught. They sucked on the head, one at a time, then together. He nearly had to brace himself against the bed.
Nel saw a tremor run the length of Master’s cock, felt it through her hands. She swirled her tongue along the head, wrapped her lips around his cock and sucked harder. The first stream hit the back of her throat, hot, thick, and heady. He’d cum. For her, she’d pleased him. Nel swallowed, closing her eyes and savoring the taste of him. Then she took another load into her mouth greedily. With her eyes closed she moved out of the way so Clair could have her turn, continuing to stroke him. She felt him shudder in her hands as stream after stream shot into Clair’s waiting mouth.
Nel was about to swallow the rest of Master’s cum when a pair of lips against her own. Clair was bolder than she’d expected but Nel was willing to share. Master would like that. Nel sealed her lips against Clair’s and passed Master’s seed into her mouth. Clair suddenly pulled away, stealing all of Master’s cum. That was a dirty trick. Feeling shown up, Nel pouted before opening her eyes to glare at her so called best friend.
…only to stare at a length of long flowing black hair…
Nel’s jaw dropped open. Her Majesty had… The shock on Nel’s face was mirrored by a wide eyed Clair. The queen held Clair’s face with both hands and pressed her lips to the silver haired beauty. Clair’s jaw froze but slowly began to move and Nel saw the queen swallow in response.
Clair could only stare as the queen pulled away from her, too stunned to speak.
Her Majesty sat back into a kneeling position much like their own, virtually naked, only her sheer slip remained. The silk, already thin and sheer, was transparent with sweat. The queen’s body was covered in sweat, her nipples erect and before Clair could stop herself her eyes darted down. The bottom of her slip was bunched around Her Majesty’s hips… the wetness on her thighs, her still swollen sex.
Clair’s mind reeled.
Romeria didn’t pay any attention to the looks she received. Her eyes were locked on Master Fayt’s cock. She stared at the large swollen head, the shaft as thick as her wrist. Lady Nel’s hands were still wrapped around the base, nestled against the blue hair of his crotch. Lipstick marks from Lady Nel and Lady Clair’s kisses ran along every inch of his shaft. The queen licked the last traces of his seed from her lips. How would her own shade of lipstick look against his manhood? How would he feel against her tongue? As she stared his cock pulsed and another stream of cum poured out from the tip. She quickly gathered it in her hands and brought them to her lips. It was rich and thick and hot against her lips… so unlike anything she’d ever tasted. Of course she’d never been with a man before and this man wasn’t even from their world!
Nel’s shock had given way to a surge of possessiveness. Her Majesty was still on her knees, closing her eyes as she licked her fingers clean. Tasting him. The queen murmured softly, indecently, before opening her eyes. The queen stared up at Master, her eyes drinking in every inch of his body. Committing every detail to memory for her own lurid fantasies. Finally, Her Majesty’s eyes stopped on his chest, locked on the marks over his heart. Nel felt a vicious swell of pride.
Master’s heart belonged to her and Clair.
Queen Romeria drew her eyes away from Master Fayt’s chest. The young man watched her, his face unreadable, firmly in control. Romeria fixed her eyes to the floor as a thrill went through her body. She swallowed nervously, still on her knees. “I will pray for your safe return… these chambers will be yours.” She stumbled through the words, heart racing. She’d thought to say more but Master Fayt’s gaze bore into her, hot against her skin.
They wouldn’t refuse. It was quite the honor, the quarters typically reserved for foreign dignitaries and heads of state. And they were lavish, taking up almost an entire floor of the tower, the same tower that housed her own royal chambers. So close, within easy reach.
Romeria licked her lips. Master Fayt’s seed lingered on her tongue. She raised her eyes, finally meeting his. “I look forward to your return.” This time her words were only for him.
Fayt stared down at the young monarch. Romeria’s face was flushed, her unfocused, drunk or aroused. Hell, drunk and aroused. She’d shed her royal garb, her robes and her headdress. Her long black hair, secured by an intricately laced ribbon, flowed down her back. A thin white slip, nearly transparent with sweat, clung to her body. It strained against the swell of her breasts and hugged her slender hips.
If only her royal court could see her now…
She was a queen, to them at least. Now she’d crossed every possible line. There would be repercussions. He’d deal with them later. For now he’d set the tone.
What did a queen matter when he’d faced the very “gods” of their universe?
Fayt held her chin firmly, staring into her wine colored eyes. “We will discuss this later.” He held her gaze until Romeria lowered hers to the floor.
Master Fayt circled her kneeling form, stopping at her back. Her heartbeat raced as Master Fayt leaned over her and laid his hands on her shoulders. His scent was all around her and her body ached in response. Master Fayt slipped the straps of her gown from her shoulders. His hands closed over the silk and the sound of rending fabric filled her ears. The gown split down the center of her back. Master Fayt peeled the sweat soaked silk from her fevered skin and threw the remains on the floor in front of her.
Romeria stared at the ruined gown. She dare not raise her eyes. Her heart was in her throat as she knelt, naked before Master Fayt.
Romeria took a shuddering breath as Master Fayt gathered her long black hair in his hands. He found the end of the silk ribbon that her handmaidens spent an hour on every morning. Slowly, methodically, but most of all gently, Master Fayt untied the intricate pattern. She closed her eyes. Men were not allowed to touch her. Master Fayt’s touch, powerful, yet gentle, made her chest heave.
She almost whimpered when he finished, unwrapping the last of her locks and pulling the ribbon free. Her long black hair tumbled down her back, past her waist, brushing the floor.
“Look at me, Romeria.” Master Fayt stood before her, folding the ribbon over and over again in his hands. “You will not replace this.” She couldn’t help but stare at the delicate silk in his hands. “Do you understand?”
“Yes, Master Fayt.” A memento? Would he wear it as a favor in combat?
Master Fayt crossed the room and opened his traveling pack. He returned with a bundle of cloth in his hand. He draped it over her shoulders. Fabric, unlike anything she’d ever felt, embraced her, rich and glorious against her skin. It carried his scent and Romeria gathered the strange garment around her body.
“You may wear this to your quarters.”
“Thank you,” she whispered, eyes down. “Master Fayt.”
“Romeria. You may leave.”
Fayt watched the naked queen rise, swaying as she did.
“Yes, Master Fayt.” She answered meekly. Romeria hugged his jacket tight as she padded softly from the room.
Fuck. That would be a handful later. Romeria wanted him and wanted him to control her. There’d be no halfway.
Fayt returned his attention to the Nel and Clair. The two Aquarian beauties were still on their knees, shock plain on their faces. He’d claim Romeria later. For now his girls were sated and tired, very tired. Time to put them to bed. The nightstand was close at hand. On it sat a tall pitcher of wine and a single massive chalice. The same chalice from his first night with Nel. Fayt filled the oversized cup with what he remembered was a very potent red wine, before returning to his slaves.
Master held the cup to Clair’s lips, one hand cupping her cheek tenderly. Clair drank alcohol sparingly and the wine was strong but she drank from the chalice obediently. Master forced her to drink half of it before taking the cup away from her. A thin trail of wine ran down her chin. He wiped it up with his fingers. She quickly leaned forward, closing her mouth over his fingers, licking and sucking them clean. Master let her clean his fingers thoroughly, before pulling his hand away. He rested one hand on her head, guiding her until she was resting against his waist.
As Master brought the cup to her face Nel sat up straighter. Master caressed her cheek and gently lifted her chin. Nel closed her eyes as Master held the chalice to her lips. The wine was a deep red and strong, probably one of the finest vintages in the castle. Nel drank rarely but she swallowed each mouthful until the cup was empty. Then she leaned into Master’s touch, nuzzled her face into his palm. She felt a warmth spreading across her cheeks.
Fayt smiled down at his Aquarian slaves. Their eyes were closed as they leaned against him for support, a light pink gracing their cheeks. It was a large chalice and even split between the two of them they’d easily finished more than a full glass. As he’d suspected it was a lot for either of the two petite women to handle. He set the empty chalice on the nightstand. He placed a kiss to each girl’s lips and watched their eyelids slowly flutter open. He smiled, “time for bed.”
Fayt helped his slaves to their feet. Clair needed the most aid, struggling to keep her balance with her arms bound. Fayt held her against his body as she practically collapsed against him.
Nel climbed onto the bed and waited for him, on all fours with her leash trailing behind her. Nel’s eyelids were dropping, her face slightly red from the wine. Her ass red from the spanking. He needed to keep more healing items on hand.
Nel felt exhaustion overtaking her, heard the sweet call of sleep in her ears. Maybe it was the wine, more likely it was the way Master had ravaged her, but Nel was at the limit of her endurance. Clair looked like she was passed hers. Master took Clair into his arms and laid her gently on the bed before climbing onto it himself. Master had barely laid down himself when Nel pressed herself into his left side, resting her head on his shoulder, close to his heart. It was her favorite position to sleep in, had been since the first night Fayt- since the first night Master had made love to her. Her position.
Fayt wrapped his left arm around Nel as she settled against him, holding her leash against the small of her back. Clair shifted against him, practically lying on top him. It was the best she could manage with her arms bound behind her back. Still an awkward position for her. Her large breasts were pressed tight against his stomach, which he didn’t mind but knew couldn’t be comfortable for her.
Again, Fayt marveled at how eagerly Clair had given herself to him, almost from the first moment, never uttering a word of protest the entire night, their first night together. However, she hadn’t made a single request either, if you didn’t count the begging and she’d struggled with that at first. He knew a major part of her desires lay in being used, in her Master using her. Yet, Fayt suspected that on some level she was scared of being rejected, turned away for the slightest mistake. He’d tried to make it clear she was bonded to him, as deeply as Nel.
Fortunately, he had another solution in mind.
Clair rested her head against Master’s chest, trying to find a somewhat comfortable position for the night. She’d settled for laying on her stomach, pressed against her Master. It wasn’t entirely comfortable but it kept the weight off her bound arms and her aching shoulders. Master toyed with her hair and Clair closed her eyes, savoring the rough callouses of his hands and the sweetness of the attention. She looked up when she felt Master untying the bindings on her wrists. He smiled at her encouragingly as he moved onto the knots of her bridal sash. The fabric fell away from her arms and Clair propped herself up as Master unraveled her bridal sash from around her chest. Master folded the purple silk repeatedly before setting her bridal sash aside carefully.
“Thank you, Master.” Clair whispered, slowly moving her arms, feeling the kinks in her shoulders and back. She would be sore tomorrow but she’d smile every time her body reminded her of their first night together. She reached behind her neck and found the knot that secured her gag-
“Don’t.” Master warned, his voice firm. It wasn’t a request. Master didn’t make requests. Clair’s heart raced, worried she’d disappointed him. But when she lowered her hands his eyes softened. He began rubbing her back and her shoulders, soothing her aching muscles. “I like it.” He whispered softly.
Clair’s fears evaporated even as she felt her face heat. Her eyes strayed to Nel’s neck, where her leash was tied. The length of it hung off her shoulder and down her naked back. The other end was still in Master’s hand. Clair knew what her gag looked like, tied around her neck... Another reminder of this night. Clair bowed her head. “Yes Master.”
Master lifted her chin and pressed his lips to hers. Clair promptly gave her mouth to him. Her tongue met his as he tasted her, teasing her. Slowly he pulled away. “Good girl.” Clair felt a sense of pride wash over her. She’d always been ashamed of her desires, terrified someone would find out. But she’d found acceptance, more than acceptance… the perfect home. Fayt was the perfect Master. Strong. Confident. Powerful. And caring. Gentle when he could be, strict when he had to be. He’d used her for his pleasure, as was his right, but her safety had been foremost on his mind. Above all Master was fair. Doling out punishment and reward in equal measure.
Clair curled herself into Master’s right side, what would likely be her side from now on. (Nel was curled possessively into Master’s left side.) And the thought of having that place next to him filled her with warmth. Master gently gathered her hair and used one of her ribbons to loosely tie it. Master drew the length over her shoulder so she wouldn’t lay on it as she slept. So thoughtful. Her long silver hair fell across his chest and passed his waist. Clair beamed as Master ran his fingers through the locks idly.
Fayt continued playing with Clair’s hair, toying with the beautiful silver locks. Clair probably used her hair ties to keep the length of it out of her way. Well, she’d have to stop. He wanted to be able to play with her hair at a moment’s notice. With his free hand Fayt drew the sheets up but only as far as the girls’ waists, admiring the view. The brazier kept the room warm enough. Besides, his slaves could always shift closer to him if they were cold. He glanced at the two beauties, already pressed against his body. With a mental shake of his head, Fayt dismissed the idea and pulled the sheets up to their shoulders. It would be a little too warm for his tastes but forcing Nel and Clair to shiver throughout the night was irresponsible. Seeing to their wellbeing was his duty.
Which made it all the more difficult to take them with him into the final battle.
Adray might object to taking his daughter into such a dangerous situation, though Adray Lasbard was difficult to predict. After all, Clair was a warrior. Well… Fayt smiled. Clair was a slave first, his slave, and a warrior second. Either way, by all accounts Clair’s abilities as a runologist would be greatly appreciated.
And if Nel and Clair fought together half as well as they sucked his cock…
Fayt, still smiling at the memory, studied Clair’s face. Her cheeks were a light pink, probably from the wine. She stared up at him, amber eyes half lidded as she fought against sleep. He leaned down, pressing a kiss to the top of her hair.
In the end he was her master, her place was with him, and no one else had a say in the matter. The three of them would face this challenge together.
And when they returned he’d collar them.
Clair’s impromptu gag still hung around her neck, the fabric soaked with her saliva. Fayt’s eyes drifted to Nel and the bridal sash he’d turned into a leash, tied around her neck.
He’d decided earlier, as they’d knelt before him pleasing him with their mouths. (And that was so much better than any of his fantasies.) What color? Black was always good. But they couldn’t be interchangeable. They were far too important. He could carve their names into the collars. Some ceremony would need to be involved.
The blue haired young man studied his Aquarian beauties. Collaring them was a great idea, as a symbol and as a training tool. He’d need to put them through additional training first. Posture. Etiquette. The expectations of them and their duties needed to be made clear, both when he was and was not present. Slaves needed structure to feel complete and rituals helped nurture the bond to their Master. Their collars would mean so much more once they’d earned them.
Fayt was looking at the red fabric of Nel’s leash, debating matching the collars to their hair, when she opened her eyes. She stared at Clair, a soft pout on her lips. Fayt had to resist the urge to kiss those lips. “You didn’t believe she was jealous.” Nel accused.
A redness that had nothing to with the wine spread over Clair’s face. “I didn’t know it was like this!” She hissed.
“I told you!” Nel whispered back, as if he couldn’t hear every word, as if they weren’t using him as a pillow. Fayt watched them bicker, fighting to keep a straight face. It was easy to remember they’d been friends all their lives and it was good they maintained such a positive relationship. Nel gave Clair a halfhearted glare. “What do you think she’s doing right now!?”
Clair was adorable as she stammered. “I- …I know what she’s doing right now!”
“That doesn’t bother you?!” Nel asked hotly. Fayt smiled at her possessiveness. Nel was passionate about everything in her life. He’d support it as long as it didn’t lead to disobedience. Fortunately, Nel’s devotion was her greatest strength and it worked hand in hand with her submission.
He knew he’d have to deal with the Queen when he returned. It was obvious what she wanted but it would have to be on his terms. It seemed like Romeria-… Rommie, he decided. It seemed like Rommie would be very responsive to that. A difficult situation but compared to the so called “gods” they had faced, Rommie was a little girl playing dress up.
She had no idea how far he would take it.
Fayt leaned down, interrupting their banter to give Clair then Nel, a gentle kiss. Each girl kissed back and then watched him as he pulled away, waiting obediently. “Time for bed.”
“Yes, Master.” They answered softly, their voices meek.
Fayt gave them a reassuring smile, held them a little closer. “You can discuss this in the morning, when we wake up together and she wakes up alone.” He gestured to the marks on his chest. “Kiss here,” he commanded. The two beauties smiled eagerly and each pressed a firm kiss over his heart.
Nel laid her head against Master’s chest. It still bothered her, everything Her Majesty had done. The naked lust in the petty queen’s eyes, staring at Master, at his body. How dare she touch him? Nel tried to comfort herself with Master’s words. The queen could fantasize all she wanted. In the morning she’d wake up alone. Tomorrow Nel was going to wake up in her Master’s loving embrace.
Nel pressed herself tighter into Master’s side. Master held her closer, rubbing her back gently. Sleep began to claim her. A formal wedding seemed unnecessary, having carried out the bridal ritual. Still, as runologists, she and Clair would need bridal runes. And Master would, without question, choose their placement. Nel shifted then winced as she put weight on her freshly spanked ass. Three guesses where Master would choose…
It was one more reason to win this war and come home.
A/N: That concludes Dominum. Maybe someday we'll see if anything comes of the Fayt/Romeria angle. But that's for another story.
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