Curse of the Covenant

Note: This story won Round 2 of "Invalid Item"   by A Guest Visitor . The opening paragraph which has been highlighted in bold was one of the three prompts offered. The writer had to complete the rest of the story.

With a wave of my hand, I bade him come forth. Without hesitating, he knelt before me. Cupping my hand under his chin, I raised his head. Staring into his eyes, I whispered, “You are mine.” As I kissed him, I felt his heart beating fast with fear.

Sensing his anxiety, I proceeded to put him at ease to inspire his best performance. Making the kiss short, I ran my fingers through his thick black hair hoping to allay his apprehensions with a display of affection.

“Relax, baby,” I cooed, tracing a finger along his day old stubble. Expecting me to be ruthless, he appeared bewildered with my show of tenderness.

“What do they call you?”

My kind voice seemed to soothe him, but he still didn’t answer, instead looked at me with awe. Amused with his discomfiture I smiled slightly, while my hungry gaze measured his beautiful face and rippling muscles under the flickering illumination of the torches.

“Speak up. Do not be afraid,” I encouraged, eager to hear his voice.

“I am Hector,” he finally managed to respond, surprising me with his baritone.

“Where from?”

“The island of Galos,” he replied. A gush of exuberance surged through my core at this announcement. I had been serviced by men of that Mediterranean isle before, and they had all been excellent lovers.

Brushing aside the locks of black hair scattered over his forehead, I caressed his bare chest. Under the ministrations of my skilled fingers, he squirmed slightly and let out a barely audible moan. Alarmed by his own behavior, he grimaced with shock.

Laughing, I threw him an indulgent look, my excitement rising in anticipation of the pleasures I would discover in his strong arms. The eunuchs in charge of the palace harem had done a fine job of selecting their Empress’s lover for the evening, culling him out from my impressive repertoire of male slaves. Playing naughty, they had sent forth to my bedchambers a delicious virgin. But seeing the wonderful specimen before me, I could not grudge them their fun.

Just having bid farewell to adolescence within the confines of my harem, he was a novice in matters of love. But my instincts told me that his lack of experience, he would make up with passion. In any case, before the break of dawn, I intended to turn him into a real man.

Wearing only a mid-thigh length silk robe, I was seated on my golden throne. He was kneeling between my legs, eyes lowered, too apprehensive to look at me. Tipping his face, I dropped my head and kissed him again.

Time came to a standstill as I inhaled deeply his masculine scent. He had been sent to me the way I liked them best, unshaved and unwashed, so that all his precious feral smells were retained. Rolling my moist tongue over his soft lips before gaining access to his mouth, which tasted like fresh mint, I entwined my naked legs around him, pulling him closer. But for a piece of cotton draped around his loins, the rest of his body was nude and the feel of his warm flesh against my bare thighs felt like paradise. When he thrust his tongue against mine, I exulted because the man in him was finally taking charge.

“Touch me!” I invited, breaking the kiss.

Without flexing a muscle, he kept gawking at the floor.

Bending forward, I took his strong hands and placed them upon my smooth thighs. Under their electric touch, my body tingled with desire and the sharp stab of want pierced my womanhood. Fortunately, the sight and feel of my white skin produced the desired effect on Hector. Unconsciously he began to rub and squeeze my creamy legs and his breathing became labored.

Slowly he raised his head, and looked into my eyes as I writhed with pleasure under the treatment of his hard hands.

“You are beautiful, my queen,” he sighed. Not many of my lovers had had the courage to say that to me.

“Stand up and let me see you,” I said.

“Yes, Empress Maneka,” he replied, standing up.

I had not heard any lover utter my name for a long time, at least not since I had ascended the throne of the Kingdom of Mesopos, after the death of my father, Emperor Jurino. My young companion stood tall and erect before me, allowing my eyes to devour his broad chest tapering to a V at the waist. Completely devoid of any flab, his powerful body and rippling muscles resembled a statue of Adonis sculpted out of the finest marble.

“Come close!” I cajoled.

Following my instructions, he approached me till my face was just inches from his belly. With a tug of my hand, I pulled at his loincloth and cast it away. My heart leapt with joy when I saw his maleness. Long and thick, it sprung before my eyes, standing up straight like a ramrod.

Gingerly, I wrapped both my hands around it, pleased to see that I could hardly cover half of it. I lowered my mouth to the mushroom head. Bulbous and smooth, the eye in the middle teased me and unable to resist the temptation, I showered it with soft wet kisses. When I finally opened my mouth, and buried his engorged spear deep inside the warm wetness of my throat, he groaned like a wounded animal.

Sucking and rolling my tongue over his rod, I moved my clamped red lips back and forth over its smooth surface, producing perfect friction. So engrossed was I in this pleasurable act that when he grabbed my head and started thrusting his groin into my face, it seemed like the most natural thing in the world.

He came with an animal moan that warmed the cockles of my heart. Making no effort to withdraw his tool, he ejaculated heavily inside my mouth. Relishing immensely the creamy taste of his virgin milk, I tried to swallow it fully. But so copious and fast was his ejaculation that precious drops oozed out from the corners of my mouth. I wiped the creamy strands with my fingers and licked them clean, looking at him all the time. The shock in his eyes underlined the stark irony of the situation. He who had come to serve was being served instead.

“What?” I giggled.

“I never felt so good before,” he panted.

Once more he knelt down between my legs. This time his back was erect and his eyes shone with confidence as he looked at me.

“I wish to serve you, my Empress!” he exclaimed.

“How?”

In response he lifted the hem of my robe and exposed my shaved feminity, his eyes shining with want and desire. The spontaneity of his action made me tremble with yearning and never before in my life did I feel more vulnerable before a man. Relief finally came my way when he lowered his mouth to my aching womanhood and I closed my eyes to savor the exquisite sensations of his inexperienced tongue.

I guided him to my clit and taking the cue, he rolled his tongue over the sensitive nub, making me shudder with joy. I crossed my legs at the back of his shoulder, drawing him closer, as his head lay buried between my thighs. Naturally gifted with the ability to please a woman, his tongue traced the length of my slit, teasing the outer folds with titillating flicks. Under his exquisite servicing, my core began to lubricate profusely and I began to moan shamelessly. Like a good lover, he lapped up all the cream from my seat of pleasure.

He raised his head and looked at me.

“That was delicious,” he confessed, his eyes shining with unabashed love and admiration. He looked adorable, his mouth glistening with my releases.

Accustomed to sycophantic praises from my lovers, Hector’s sincerity drew me to him like a magnet.

“What was it like?” I chuckled, testing his imagination, my fingers running through his thick hair.

“Mayonnaise,” he replied, throwing me a shy look.

“So sweet!” I blushed, getting up from the chair and raising him to his feet.

Holding his hand I led him to the bed and made him sit at the edge. I walked away a few feet, putting up a little show by seductively swaying my shapely hips. My back to him, I slipped the robe off my shoulders, allowing it to fall to me ankles. Feeling his lustful gaze upon my exposed bottom, a shiver passed through my spine. My undisciplined flesh ached to be plundered and my breasts pined to be fondled. I untied my waist-length blonde hair, allowing it to cascade down my shoulders. Covering my breasts with my palms, I turned to face him.

His vision fixated upon the slit between my legs. His magnificent tool, having regained its glorious form, stood up fully engorged, begging to be fed. The green veins protruding below the white skin gave it a fierce and insatiable look, making my moist folds twitter with desire and the strong smell of my arousal rose in the air.

Shielding my breasts and sashaying the short distance to him, I stood before him in all my nude glory. His strong hands clasped my wrists and pulled them down, exposing my twin jewels. His eyes glittered with want as he cupped the swell of my breasts, squeezing and fondling them. I kissed him full on his lips. Led by mutual desires our mouths opened and tongues frolicked.

“Empress!” he pleaded, stopping the kiss.

“What?”

“Can I feel these?” he beseeched, pointing to my blonde tresses.

I nodded my assent and his manly hands touched my hair, feeling them gingerly, as if afraid to hurt them. Wrapping the ends around his fingers, he kissed them, exclaiming, “Their beauty would put a gold-mine to shame!”

This solemnity of this proclamation moved my emotions. “You would make a fine poet!” I praised, cupping his face.

“Your beauty would sway even an ascetic, my Empress. I am but an ordinary man!”

“You only flatter me!”

“I speak my heart, my queen. Nay, my Goddess. Take me as your devotee!”

I could not help smiling at the intensity of his emotions.

“Goddess Maneka!”

“What?”

“This will burst,” he entreated, holding his rigid shaft.

“So?” I flirted, stroking his hair.

“I need you!” he moaned, his fingers tweaking my nipples, making them erect. His boldness made me feel naughty.

“Not in the mood now,” I teased, and turned to walk away.

To my utter delight I felt strong hands on my back and ass. In one swift movement, he lifted me up like a ragged doll and flung me upon the bed. My hips sunk into the satin-covered soft mattress as he mounted me. His eyes burned with unbridled lust and his throbbing arousal brushed against my thighs.

“You out of your mind?” I feigned shock.

His response was a kiss full of ardor.

“I am your Empress!” I screamed with mock indignation, pulling my face away.

“And a beautiful woman!” His smile melted my heart. He caressed my golden tresses. The affectionate acts touched me, being unaccustomed to such simple acts of endearments from my paramours. Always overawed by my presence, they seemed to be tentative and mechanical. In sharp contrast this young man impressed me with his sincerity, spontaneity, and sprightliness.

“Let me go or I shall scream,” I threatened, pretending to be angry, not wishing at all that he obeyed my command.

My entreaties only served to stoke his libido further. He kissed me even more deeply, cuddling me as if I were his doll. He didn’t realize it when I allowing his rod to slide between my legs and massaged it with my soft thighs. His warm breath felt heavenly against the smooth skin of my neck and face as he rubbed his shaft against me.

“Show me to worship you Goddess!” he pleaded.

The earnestness in his voice overwhelmed my heart with sweet emotions and finally I yielded to my temptations. I was in heat and needed him badly. My intense arousal had made my womanhood soft and moist for his raging manhood. Holding and stroking his delightful tool, I wedged the bulbous head within my eager folds. Guided by primordial instincts, he pushed and in a single divine move, our bodies were united.

“You are large,” I sighed.

“Does it hurt?”

“No, baby. I am in paradise,” I whispered as he filled me like no man had ever done before.

He began to thrust gently. Our mouths locked in a French kiss as I commenced a harmonious rotation of my pelvis. His rod penetrated and touched hitherto undiscovered nerve endings, making me scream with pleasure.

The wanton display of my happiness brought out the animal in him. He plunged into me with all the strength in his body, his face contorting with lust. My title and power ceased to be important any longer. My flesh clamped around his muscle like a vise as he brought his face to my tits, kissing and nibbling them. The next moment he planted kisses on my long neck while his rough hands mauled my breasts.

Only then did the realization hit me. He was treating me like his girl, exploring and ravaging my body for his own pleasure. For the first time in my life I truly discovered the beauty of being woman. Under the relentless manipulation of his hands, mouth and masculinity, wild feminity poured forth through every pore of my body. When I came, it was an explosive climax and my vagina melted with heat.

He was gifted with the strength of a stallion. Under his relentless plunging, I came several more times before he finally erupted deep inside my womb. He screamed as he ejaculated and then collapsed upon my body, crushing my large breasts under his powerful chest.

I wrapped my arms around his body, holding him close. He showered my face and neck with tender kisses. He remained stiff for a considerable time before finally softening and plopping out of me. I had to struggle to hold back my emotions. Suddenly the chasm created by my royal birth struck me like a hammer. It was time for him to return to my harem. Tears welled up in my eyes as he looked into them with a poignancy that tore my heart apart. My ears felt like bursting under the silent wailing of his soul.

I watched him pick up the cotton cloth and tie it around his loins.

“Can I ask for a gift, my Empress?”

“What?” I looked away.

He came behind me and plucked a hair from my head.

“A golden lock!” he said.

I clapped my hands for my guards to enter. I couldn’t bear to face him when he was led away. But I could feel his eyes upon my back as I stared upon the blank space outside my windows.

My birth accorded me many privileges. I could shape the destinies of my people, manipulate the careers of ministers, destroy the ambitions of the commanders, pronounce death sentence on criminals, levy taxes or wage wars. Yes, I could even afford a chain of hunks for physical fulfillment. But like a bird in a golden age, what I valued the most, I never would have; it was freedom.

The freedom to prance in the fields or swim in the rivers, to dance in the rain or sing under the skies, to pluck the berries from the trees or braid flowers in my hair, to play with the sheep in the meadows or chase the rabbits in the forest. Most of all, the freedom to marry and be with the man I loved. Hector would never be mine. But that did not hurt as much.

What distressed me more was that I would never be his. What would I not give up to be worshipped and served, to be teased and pampered, to be praised and flattered or to be loved and cherished for life by this wonderful virile man. Deep melancholy engulfed my soul as I remembered the covenant with my father. A wily man, he chose his deathbed to incarcerate his daughter’s free spirit. He extracted from me an oath that I would never forsake his kingdom and would only wed a royal.

I lay back on my bed, begging for sleep to embrace me in its welcome arms. Tomorrow, my attendants would find me a different companion. I only wished that this one would not be as good as Hector.

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