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3. Siren's Song
There was one thing Elias was now unquestionably certain of: his Queen kept her promises.
The memory of the previous day was etched into his mind.
It had been his third day of his permanence. Fueled by his desperate hope, he had made another effort to please her. After having his breakfast - only after the Queen had finished hers, of course - he'd scrubbed himself until his skin felt raw, indulged in the fragrant oils that left him smelling like a heady mix of spices and exotic flowers. He had thoroughly cleansed his asshole and stretched his muscles until he had felt ready for every toy the Queen had in mind. Finally, with a pounding heart, he had positioned himself on the enormous bed, ass up and face down, and had waited expectantly for her like her obedient little pet.
The Queen had bursted into her chambers in a flurry of silk and purpose, but at the sight of him she had halted abruptly. A single, perfectly sculpted eyebrow had arched in surprise. Her steps had slowed, measured and deliberate, as she'd approached the bed.
The tension hadn't last long. She had grabbed him and yanked him out of the bed. She didn't just pull him up, she had dragged him with a rough force landing him in front of the long mirror she had in her bedchambers.
"Hold on the sides," she had commanded him and without any other word of warning, she had twisted his head to the side and slammed him into the cool surface. She had fucked him for what felt like hours against that mirror, first with her fingers and then with her dildo of choice.
Even if she wasn't exactly able to see his expression of bliss, with his face smashed against the mirror, the Queen's had kept her word.
By the time the last rays of sunlight had dipped below the horizon, he had spent the entire afternoon meticulously scrubbing his drool and precum off the reflective surface.
The insistent tap-tap-tap of the blue large dildo against his cheek jolted Elias from his thoughts. His eyes flew open, meeting the Queen's cool gaze.
"Are you here with me, pretty boy?" She inquired.
"Yes, my Queen," he stammered, a knot of apprehension tightening in his stomach. He shifted his weight uncomfortably from one knee to the other while kneeling down.
In front of him, she sat regally in a velvet plush armchair, her silken robe hung slightly open revealing her strap-on harness. In one hand, adorned with a stunning ring that glittered on her long finger, she had a report, its crisp edges hinting at official matters.
The other held towards him an 8-inch-long veiny dildo.
"Then why are you not licking it as I have instructed you?" The dildo was close to his lips. "Do you think I am blind to your little daydreams, just because I am attending to matters of the realm?" Her question hung in the air.
Elias's gaze darted between the glistening dildo and the Queen's unreadable expression. Without hesitation, he took it back between his lips, his tongue darting out to resume its task.
"The education of Gregor is sorely lacking." Her words were laced with disbelief, "have you ever sucked his cock at least, or do you only enjoy women's company?"
The tip of his tongue traced a circle around the mushroom head before answering. "Even if Master Gregor insisted on teaching me such... skills, I refused. It was my condition to join his establishment," he explained while his licks methodically worked their way down the base of the dildo.
"My sole desire," he continued, his voice gaining strength, "was to learn the art of dance and improve my body. And while..." he hesitated, a blush creeping up his neck, "while I may find men attractive, My Queen, there's only one person I truly desire." A small, wet
smack
followed as he made contact with the hard ridges.
"I wanted to remain pure for you, my Queen,
in every way possible,
" he whispered, his voice husky. "A blank canvas for you to paint upon as you please." He had covered every inch of the fake cock with his licks, he hoped his work was of her liking.
"My Queen, you've always owned me, even before you knew it," he admitted. It was an audacious claim, bordering on insanity. He'd dared, he absolutely had. The words had tumbled out, with no control.
She perched on her plush armchair and smiled at him, enigmatic as ever. It was a smile that held secrets.
"You are enamored," she began, her voice a silken caress, "with a concept, a fantasy you've constructed in your mind. You cling to the idea of me, not the reality." Her gaze, sharp and assessing, pierced through him.
Elias's eyes widened in denial. The reality before him, this powerful, captivating woman, was far more intoxicating than the fantasy he'd nurtured for years. A desperate plea formed on his lips.
"No, My Queen," the echo of defiance replaced by a raw vulnerability. "The reality surpasses even the wildest dreams I've harbored for so long," he faltered searching for the right words. Four days had passed since he had become the Queen's naked plaything and he was no closer to find out how to distinguish himself and impress her, than he was on that first lucky encounter. No hidden weapon lay at his disposal, no familiar face offered a lifeline. Here, he was utterly alone, defenseless against her will.
"How can I prove myself worthy?"
The truth of his heart laid bare at her feet. His gaze meeting hers was a mixture of trepidation and desperate hope, but the Queen's eyes remained impassive. It was an unreadable stare, like that one bestowed upon a particularly interesting ant. The silence stretched, each passing second an eternity.
Stupid him
, he thought, a bitter taste blossoming on his tongue.
Stupid, poor dancer with his stupid hopes
. Tears welled in his eyes, threatening to spill over. Her silence was telling him
he was not worthy
.
He was about to crumble under the weight of her impassive stare, to drown in the crushing disappointment, when finally, her voice broke the suffocating silence.
"You can start by learning how to suck my dildos," there was a dangerous glint in her eyes as she spoke, "impress me, so I can use your drool as lube to fuck you deep and hard."
Elias swallowed the lump in his throat. "Yes, My Queen," he rasped.
He inched impossibly close and opened his mouth with his eyes closed, allowing half of the dildo past his lips. His jaw had never been so stretched and he did his best to swallow more of it down his throat.
"Knock knock"
A sharp rap on the door interrupted his efforts. Elias, his mouth still full of cock, froze. The Queen's head snapped towards the sound, her eyes glinting like lethal daggers. For a heart-stopping moment, it seemed she might unleash that deadly gaze on whoever unfortunate soul had dared to interrupt.
Then, with a controlled flick of her wrist, the tension dissipated. "Come in," she commanded, her voice regaining its usual imperious tone while the door creaked open.
Elias tried to regain a sense of composure sliding the dildo out of his lips but a hand, a viper striking with unexpected speed, clamped down on his neck, anchoring him in place.
"Put it back in if you don't want me to call all of my personal guards and let them see how I fuck your pretty mouth," she ordered.
He did so, his back still to the door, unaware of the face of the newcomer. He saw only the Queen, her eyes now fixed on the silent figure behind him.
He caught a glimpse of a dark silhouette bowing low before straightening and approaching the Queen. Elias's eyes darted to the symbol embroidered on the edge of their sleeve - a perfect circle, bisected by gold and blue. Curiosity immediately burned within him. He had never seen it before and wondered what it was.
A brief exchange of documents occurred, the servant's movements swift and efficient. No words were wasted. The Queen accepted the papers with a curt nod, her earlier disdain for the interruption melting away. With a dismissive sound, she sent the servant scurrying back out the door. The brief interlude was over.
She immediately discarded the previous report she had in her hand, with a careless flutter it fell to the floor, its contents forgotten. The new parchment was different. It wasn't the smooth, off-white paper and tied with ordinary red twine used for royal matters. This one held a distinct air of importance. The paper was thick, its color was a subtle cream, imbued with an almost imperceptible golden sheen. A subtle shift in her posture, a straightening of her spine, betrayed the significance of this unexpected arrival. Her fingers danced across the new pages, devouring the information with an intensity that was a stark contrast to the disinterest she had shown before.
Then her gaze, sharp and focused, returned to Elias, his brows furrowed in a futile attempt to decipher its contents.
"Why have you stopped again, pretty boy?" she inquired, the clatter of the new document folding on the table near her echoed in the room. "Is your interest in proving yourself already fading?"
"N-mph!" he attempted to deny, his cheeks bulging with the girth of the cock. Frustration flickered in his eyes as he focused again on the budge in front of him.
A calm smile played on her lips. "You have so much potential, pretty boy," she let out, "but you need to understand that my instructions are not suggestions." She continued "You wanted to prove yourself and I've been particularly patient today," each word dripping with icy condescension. "Perhaps excessively so..."
She grasped his ears, lifting his head until only the tip was inside his mouth. "So, if I ask you to show appreciation for the cock that will be inside you, you go on and show me how obedient your tongue is," she caressed the hair out of his face, "and even if you can't get it all down, surely you don't stop to daydream or peek at something that's not meant for your eyes."
