The halls were quiet with the night's stillness, with the moon shining in through the scattered windows along the right side of the hallway. Suddenly a woman's shriek broke the silence like a shattered glass.
Immediately the hall lit up with several servants running down the hallway and to their Queen's bedroom. A door opened and a slave asked the passing female servant "Again?" They didn't answer, just nodded as she ran past. The slave shut the door and cursed to himself.
He wanted to run to her. To comfort her. To help her. To do anything he could for her. However, unless summoned, he was powerless to do anything. He was but a slave, with no rights or privileges. Cursing again, he paced back and forth in the room he shared with two other men.
"There is nothing you can do," one slave stated from his bed along the far side of the room.
The pacing slave stopped in his tracks and faced the other slave. His face stern, his blue eyes resolute. "I'm going to go see her..." he stated, immediately hearing his friend groan in frustration.
"You do and she will have your head. And I don't mean the one on your shoulders."
The slave knew the dangers, yet something in him wouldn't be quiet. It called out to him each time he heard his Queen shout out in pain almost every night. Just then, another scream rang out, this one more pained than the first. The sound reverberated in the slave, steeling his nerve and firming his decision.
"I have to see her..." he stated to his friend, gaining another groan. The slave walked quickly over to the door and opened it.
"You're a dead man!" his friend called after him as the slave started to run down the hallway to the room where his Queen resided.
He slowed as he approached, stopping short of opening the door. The slave breathed deep, knowing full well the dangers that awaited him if he was wrong. However, there was something deep inside of him that told him that this is where he needed to be. With an audible gulp, the slave knocked on the door softly.
After a moment, the same female servant from before opened the door and leveled a stern gaze upon him. "What are you doing here?" she hissed in a low whisper. "The Queen is..." a look of intense worry appeared in her eyes as she took a quick look back over her shoulder. "The Queen is indisposed..." the servant hissed again as she returned her eyes back to the slave.
"Let me see her..." the slave practically begged, his voice laced with worry and need. "Please..."
The woman stood still as she debated her inner self on whether to risk letting the other slave into the room.
"Who is it?" the pained voice of the Queen could be heard from in the room. She sounded drained, almost defeated, which only increased the slave's worry over her.
The woman turned to face the Queen, her hands twisting together as she fought to find the right words. She could lie and say that it was no one, yet if one thing was forbidden it was to lie to their Queen. She would know immediately that they were not telling the truth, and the punishment would be severe...
"A-a male s-slave, my Queen..." she fearfully replied.
The slave gently pushed past the woman guarding the door and entered the room. There on the bed surrounded by fluffy pillows was his Queen, holding on to herself as if she were about to break apart any second.
"Why are you here?" the Queen heatedly stated, obviously in no mood for whatever the slave wanted. She didn't even raise her head from the pillow as she spoke, her face pale and tear stains were obvious down her cheeks.
"Let me help you..." the slave stated in a plea. So sure he was that he needed to be there in the room with his Queen, the slave suddenly found himself without words. "I-I want to help you, my Queen..."
The Queen batted him away as she rolled over to her other side, away from the slave. "Leave me be. I am in no mood for your pleasures..."
The slave cautiously stepped closer to the bed, still resolute in his mission to aid her in whatever way he could. "I know you are in pain, my Queen... Let me help ease it for you. I know that I cannot take it all away, however, please let me help..." he replied in a soft, caring tone.
Something in the tone of his voice caught hold of the Queen, as she rolled back over to face the slave. "How can you help?" the Queen asked, her voice heavy with pain as tears rolled down from her eyes onto the pillow beneath.
"Please my Queen... Allow me to ease your pain..." A short moment passed where she didn't say anything, uncertainty clearly showing from her beautiful brown eyes. Then with an outstretched hand, she motioned for the slave to approach.
The slave took a seat next to his Queen on the bed, unsure for a moment as to what to do. It was a feeling in his chest that told him that he must be there, but it gave no indication as to what to do when he finally was. Gulping again, the slave took a chance and leaned down, placing a chaste kiss upon her lips.
Immediately, a relaxing sigh escaped from the Queen's lips as if on cue. The slave smiled to himself, placing another kiss on her jaw, then another just below on her throat. Bracing his arms on either side of her, the slave continued his kisses along her neck, up to her ear.
"Please, trust me..." he whispered in her ear, his voice heavy with a mixture of lust and concern.
The Queen rolled over onto her back, opening herself up to the slave above her. Perhaps it was the pain, or the way the slave spoke to her... Something in her cried out to be touched by him.
As he continued to kiss down her neck to her collarbone, his hand found her breast, barely covered by the thin material that she wore as a dress. Gently he massaged there, greeted by soft moans that drifted down to him as his kisses moved lower to her chest. The same hand on her breast moved the cloth, freeing it to both his sight and his kisses.
Gently he licked her dark pink areola before taking her nipple into his mouth. Another moan escaped from his Queen's lips. Her arms released their tight hold on herself and instead found their way to his bare back. Instinctively she started to pull him closer, yet he was careful not to put his weight upon her as he lavished attention on her breast. He then moved to the other breast, repeating his loving kisses and sucking gently on her nipple.
His hand slid down the side of her body, following the lush curves until he reached her ripe ass. There he squeezed it gently before moving his hand around to find the center of her body. Once his fingers found her slit, he ran a single finger down the centre of it, eliciting a deep moan from her. The slave chuckled to himself softly, lifting his head so he could look directly into his Queen's eyes.
"What does my Queen require of her slave?" he whispered huskily, a slight teasing tone to his voice. When she bit her lip, refusing to answer, the slave again chuckled to himself. Finding her clit with his fingers, he began to massage the small nub he found there. He then lowered his head to place more kisses upon her neck until he got to her ear. "Tell me..." he whispered, unsure of how she would react.
To his delight and pleasure, the Queen let out another moan before whispering back to him in the same husky tone. "Why should I tell you? You seem to be doing well on your own..." she half chuckled in response.
The slave inserted a single finger into her pussy, causing her back to arch slightly. "Is this what she wants? To have her divine pussy lavished with attention?" Again, his tone was teasing. The slave didn't know where this new found playful disobedience came from, yet his Queen seemed to be enjoying it. And so he continued by again whispering into her ear the words "Tell me..."
Getting slightly frustrated both from the need for increased pleasure, but also her slave's coyness, the Queen grabbed a thick chunk of his hair and pushed his head lower down her body until it was level with her groin. "Do your work" she demanded, still holding tightly to his hair. The slave chuckled before leaving a long lick along her already wet pussy. "Oh... yes..." The Queen moaned deeply, pulling his head closer. Taking her moan as encouragement, the slave moved his hands under her ass and lifted it up slightly.
The slave then went to work, licking and suckling on her labia and clit, eliciting even more moans from his Queen. Making sure to stick his ever eager tongue into her vagina, fully tasting her divine juices. Suddenly a moan came out of the slave as his face was pressed against her pussy, his hands slipping around to her thighs, holding her to him. The moan itself was normal, but the possessive nature to the moan startled the slave into almost stopping what he was doing.
