Let Us Meet

I awake well-Rested. My stomach aches in hunger. Breakfast cannot be skipped this morning.

I draw a hot bath, and undress my Self in front of the full-length mirror - surveying my body for any new marks of which I should be aware. I See only the bite marks. I touch my neck, delicately fingering the Deep bruising Xavier has left.

Slipping into the tub, I Allow my muscles to slowly Relax. I close my eyes, Thoughts of Xavier fill my Mind. His molten eyes, the line of his jaw, his delicious Smile. I bite my lip, my inner walls pulse. His Masculine scent lingers on my skin. My insides pool, eager for his body. I Massage warm, soapy water into my breasts, pinching my peaks, Imagining it is Xavier. I Sigh in Pleasure, twirling my fingers around my tips. I Allow my hand to trail downwards across my belly, shuddering at the tingling Sensation. I reach my mound, my other hand still teasing and pinching. Palming my Self, I spread my lips with my point and ring fingers. I gently tap my budding nerves with my middle finger. My breath hitches. Squeezing my breast, I begin teasing my lower Senses, Pleasure Blooming within. I Feel my Self moisten.

Do I dare? I am alone. "Xavier.." I whisper, sliding two fingers Deep inside my folds. The Thrill of such an exhibitionary Moment Envelops me. I Explore, slipping and moving within my Self. My Inner muscles tighten around my fingers, the Intoxication Builds. I hook my fingers, colliding with my tensing bud. "Ohh.." I hear my Self moan. I never Knew I could Feel this GOOD.

As I Pleasure my Self to Thoughts of Xavier and my Sensual Endeavors, I lose my Self to this new Addiction. I am Throbbing, my Inner folds Beginning to Pulse. With one last firm rub of my quivering bud, I finally burst. "Mmm.." My legs are shaking. "Xave.." My juices flow. I continue Massaging, riding the High to Completion. My Breath Begins to even.

"What have I Become?" I quietly whisper to my Self.

I Cleanse my body, wash my hair and finally step out, wrapping a warm towel around my hair and then my body.

As I Prepare for the Day, a New FIRE Burns in My HEART. I AM Ready.

Lifting a SOULFUL PRAYER to The HEAVENS, I exit the room and make my way down to the Dining Hall.

Today I am Grateful for the king's Evening Meal requests Fulfilled to Order. I am ravenous, Selecting from a Buffet of juicy, steamed sausage links, warm bread, fresh strawberries, watermelon and cantaloupe. My mouth is watering.

As I Feast upon this Delicious Meal, The Council Members Begin filing in. A Sense of Urgency fills the Room. I finish chewing before Addressing them.

"Good Morning. Is this Matter so Pressing that I am unable to eat a Proper Meal?"

Branson Begins. "Our Sincerest Apologies, my QUEEN." He bows his head. I Raise my brow. He continues. "We have Received pertinent Information Requiring your Immediate Attention.

I stab the sausage, Raise it to my lips and take a slow, Sensuous bite, not bothering to cut it. The Council Members' eyes go wide in response to my shocking Behavior. I take my Time chewing, then swallow.

"Mmmmm.. The king has had quite the feast Prepared. I do not Know if I have ever Enjoyed my Self so thoroughly." I Say aloud seemingly to my Self. "It is a shame he is not here to Enjoy it with me." I turn to The Council Members, my eyes flashing dangerously. I continue.

"Last night, I had a Revelation. The king is of no use to me. He is an embarrassment to this QUEENDOM. I hereby Charge him with Treason." I take another bite.

"Your Majesty.." Branson Begins. I swallow and continue without Acknowledgement.

"It is my Understanding that The Northern Kingdom is Interested in an Arrangement." Branson nods in Agreement. "Enlighten me."

"Yes, your Highness." He bows his head again. "The King Formally Requests an Arranged Visit to Discuss the Future of our.." He trails off.

"Our DOMS, Branson. Do keep up."

Shaken by my sudden Change in Character, his words stumble. "Y-yes, your Majesty. The Future of our DOMS."

"And I Suspect that He expects me to submit my DOM to His?"

I am met with Silence.

I lift a strawberry to my mouth and take a bite. I lick the juice dripping from my lips. "I will not be Giving the king a Child, nor will The Northern Kingdom be of GOOD Fortune in attaining one of his. The daughter of a treasonous king would simply be of no use." I casually state. "What do you suggest.." I pause. "Council."

"Your Majesty, if I may." Tomás steps Forward with a bow of his head.

"You may."

"These relics indicate a War is being waged. Might it be Wise to Align ourselves with The King lest we lose The QUEENDOM altogether?"

"Ah, yes. You refer to The KING of The Eastern Shores." Tomás nods. Branson releases a Breath.

Tomás continues to Speak. "Yes, my QUEEN. We will Need Assistance to Stand Against."

I gaze calmly back. "I would like to Meet HIM."

"A Wise Decision, my QUEEN." Branson steps in. "I will Arrange for a Visit to The Northern Kingdom."

"No, Branson. I would like to Host The KING of The Eastern Shores here as My GUEST of HONOR."

Quiet murmurs fill the Dining Hall. I quietly finish my fruit as they Discuss this Option.

"Your Highness."

"Yes, James."

"It has never Been Accomplished per our Existing Knowledge."

"I am Aware."

"WHO would you have Extend YOUR Invitation?" Jonathan asks.

"Selene." She steps Forward, bowing her head with Dignity. "Will you do Me The HONOR of Extending our Formal Invitation to The KING?"

"Yes, your Grace. I Accept your Mission." She steels her Posture.

"GOOD. You will be Accompanied by Thompson and Sanders. They will Be your Council and your Guide, Respectively." Selene nods, Acknowledging the Weight of her Task.

"Dane and Nathaniel." The two men step Forward, each bowing their head in turn. "Assemble a Crew, and Ensure Selene is Well taken Care of. Should you fail.." I take a final bite, finishing off the sausage.

"You can count on us, your Majesty." Dane Stands Erect, Pledging his Allegiance. His fist laid firmly upon his Heart. Nathaniel follows suit.

"GOOD." I dab the corners of my mouth with my napkin, having finished my Meal. "Oh. And Branson."

He steps Forward. "Your Grace." He bows his head, hands folded Formally behind his back.

"Do Enhance our Guard. It is My Understanding that our Security Measures are to Be Considered "Child's Play" to the Well-Trained eye. Let this Be a warning."

"Yes, your Majesty."

"You are dismissed."

The room empties, leaving me alone with my plate. I stab another sausage and take a large bite.