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5. The Rules of the Harem
That morning Elias followed Sage to the Main Chamber, as the Queen had called it. The silence between them, broken only by the soft creak of the floorboards and the gentle sway of Sage long blonde braid, amplified the tension. Sage's posture was stiff and his expression grim, it was as if he was walking towards a gallows, his body tense in anticipation of an impending doom. He yearned to break the silence, to know more, to ask Sage directly what has happened to him, but Sage's hostile demeanor, held him back.
As they walked, Elias couldn't help but steal glances at Sage's profile. The man's jawline was clenched tight, his eyes fixed on the floor, his breathing was shallow. He clearly was trying to hide his fear and for a moment Elias wondered if that was how he looked yesterday, while walking with the Queen to the Harem.
But the moment they entered the Main Chamber, he found himself utterly captivated by the spectacle before him.
Had Elias been paying closer attention the night before, the sight that greeted him now wouldn't have come as a surprise.
The room wasn't just the main space of the Harem; it was a deliberate tapestry of sensuality. Everywhere Elias looked, his gaze fell upon a carefully curated piece designed to awaken the senses. Two walls were adorned with whips, chains and ropes that send shivers down his spine. Carved chest full of secret tools of torment were pushed against another wall adorned with dark red drapes. Mirrors, strategically placed, fragmented and multiplied the scene, creating an endless labyrinth of desire. His eyes darted from one extravagant detail to the next, his mind racing to process the sheer opulence. Every detail screamed of indulgence, of whispered secrets and uninhibited pleasure. The chamber felt at once impossibly private, a sanctuary for the Queen and for those she favored.
In the center of the room, a monumental bed with a tremendous amount of silk cushions dominated the space. Crafted from dark, polished obsidian, it sprawled like a decadent beast, its massive frame easily accommodating ten bodies. The sheer size of it dwarfed the surrounding furniture - ornately carved chairs with plush velvet cushions and low tables overflowing with exotic fruits and glistening goblets.
On the decadent altar lay the Queen, bare, with the exception of her neck, adorned with a necklace strung with several tiny keys. Her skin, smooth and flawless as polished marble, glistened in the soft light. She reclined languidly amidst the pillows, the muscular man, a pomegranate poised between his fingers, was beside her. He offered the fruit to her lips with the utmost devotion. The red head lay sprawled at her feet, his face flushed with a mixture of contentment and a lingering desperation. His hands, slick with oil, moved with practiced ease, massaging the Queen's calves. Behind her, a silent figure stood sentinel. The dark-haired man, his face an unreadable mask, worked in quiet efficiency. His hands, strong and surprisingly gentle, kneaded the Queen's shoulders.
Elias wondered why seeing their naked bodies adorned only by their collars, moving with that slow coordination and their cooks trapped in shiny heavy cages came as such a surprise. Had he been more observant last night, he was sure he would have seen the hard lines of their cages under their silk trousers.
Nestled in the Queen's embrace, however, was a different story. It was the nuzzling man, the so-called "worthy" one. He didn't have a cage on his cock, but a trail of red marks on his sides and what he was almost certain was the imprint of the Queen's hand on his ass. His lips left wet kisses on her exposed breast and sucked her hard nipple.
Elias felt a spotlight land on him as the Queen's voice cut through the thick air.
"Good morning, Elias, have you slept well?"
He stammered a hesitant, "yes," feeling like a fly caught in a spider's web. The opulence of the chamber, the amount of bare skin, the heady mix of musky sweetness he could smell, it was all overwhelming. He stood rooted to the spot, unsure of how to respond, of where to even look.
Suddenly, the "worthy" man detached himself from the Queen. He sported a hopeful, almost desperate glint in his eyes as he turned to Elias. "Did you hear me moan last night?" he asked, his voice laced with a nervous eagerness.
Was he supposed to say no? Was he supposed to say the truth and admit he had been listening to every single strangled moan of ecstasy and pain? What was the right answer? Caught off guard, he just mumbled an incoherent response.
The man's shoulders slumped, a dejection settling over his previously hopeful face. His curly dark hair seemed to wilt with the disappointment.
"There, there, my love," the Queen cooed to the man, her voice dripping with honeyed condescension. "Ky screamed extra laud last night, so you could hear how good my reward made him feel," she explained with a knowing wink. The man, his face flushed with a mixture of gratitude and renewed hope, simply nodded, unable to tear his gaze away from the Queen while she reached out and kissed Ky's cheek.
"So, did you?" Ky inquired again, quickly rising from the bed and stepping closer to Elias. The sudden proximity sent a jolt of unease through him. Elias, caught off guard by the question, blurted out a hesitant, "yes?"
The man's face broke into a wide, proud smile. Leaning towards Elias, he spoke in a conspiratorial tone, "if you will be good, you will be rewarded too. Haven't Sage told you that?"
Elias glanced towards Sage, but the man's eyes remained stubbornly fixed on the floor, his back pressed against the wall.
No, he hasn't told him
that.
The moment was broken by the Queen's laughter, a sound that echoed through the opulent chamber. Her voice, a mix of amusement and authority, commanded attention. "I think it's finally time for a proper introduction, my pretties," she declared, her eyes twinkling with amusement.
"The pretty eager baby in front of you is Kyle," the Queen announced. "One of his tasks in the Harem is to keep every sex-toy and everything we use for our pleasure clean."
Kyle,
Ky,
smiled brightly at him. A stark contrast to the venomous glances of Sage.
The Queen gestured towards the muscular man standing beside her, "my muscle bunny here is James, my big
Jamie
. He makes sure that all of you are clean and take care of your personal hygiene. He supervises the Harem and is in charge when I'm away. He reports directly to me."
James nodded towards Elias, a silent acknowledgment of their new acquaintance. Elias felt a jolt of realization. One of the reports he'd seen must have been from this imposing figure, the silent guardian of the harem.
"This pretty redhead," the Queen continued, gesturing towards the man lounging on the bed, "is
Rian
. He's in charge of housekeeping and cleaning, even though all of you contribute to those tasks." Rian waved lazily towards him.
"You already met
Sage
," the Queen continued, her voice firm. Sage jolted at the mention of his name. "He is in charge of the kitchen and cooking."
"And lastly, but not least," the Queen added, turning to the black-haired man, "my pretty
Ollie
, he is in charge of stocking the pantry and ensuring we have everything we need." Ollie, his expression stoic, met Elias's gaze.
"Don't worry," the Queen reassured Elias. "He doesn't talk much with people he's not familiar with, but he's an absolute sweetheart. Don't let his quiet demeanor fool you."
"As you can see," the Queen continued, "everyone here has their own task. No servants are allowed here. Only my personal guard will bring here whatever you may need and one special helper but they are not allowed to touch anything or glance at any of you and you are not allowed to go outside."
Her gaze swept over the room, her expression a mixture of pride and possessiveness.
"
The Harem is sacred
. It's a place of loyalty and privilege for my chosen ones. I've created a sanctuary shielded from the world's turmoil, a space free from fear and the constant threat of conflicts. Your every need will be met, your desires indulged.
She paused, her eyes scanning Elias's face. "If you have a passion, a hobby, a dream, I will provide the means for you to pursue it. I will provide for
everything
. But remember, this is also a place of duty. That's why it's important that you all collaborate for its proper functioning and existence. We'll find your own task too, my pretty Elias. Your sole focus will be on cooperation and on pleasing me, on making me happy. You're pretty little head doesn't' need to worry about anything else."
Elias felt a surge of both excitement and trepidation. Her words a promise of lust, safety and belonging.
"Now," she continued, "there are a series of necessary rules in the Harem. We'll get you familiar with the most important ones, I'll make sure you understand everything." She sat up, her movements were fluid and graceful. Her mouthwatering breasts bounced with her, making hard for him to concentrate to anything else for a moment.
"Come here, Sage," she ordered.
Sage, his face pale and drawn, reluctantly detached himself from the wall. His eyes lingered on the Queen with fear and longing while he shuffled over to Elias.
"I believe you can use a refresher course," the Queen's voice one dripped with subtle menace, her eyes boring into him.
"Yes, my Queen."
She didn't even acknowledge Sage's answer, "first and foremost, cooperation, collaboration, and helping each other are paramount as I have already explained. There are no keys to any rooms. No secrets. No rivalry. No futile jealousy. No petty squabbles. Any form of spite or disloyalty will not be tolerated."
Sage's lips trembled. Elias watched him with a growing sense of unease. Was that the rule he had broken? Had he been disloyal?
"Is that clear?" the Queen demanded, her voice a cold steel blade.
"Yes, my Queen," Sage and Elias replied in unison.
"Secondly," the Queen continued, "You all have to wear the cock cage that was specially made for you, at all-time unless I say so or unless there are specific circumstances that requires for you to take it off. They are custom made to allow you to pee and to be on for extended period of times. There are no risk for your cock's health, they're absolutely safe. I made sure of it; I want them to function." Her lips curved into an evil smile.
She approached Elias with predatory grace, her fingers closing around his clothed cock in a grip that sent a shiver down his spine.
"This is mine," she whispered into his ear, her voice a cold caress. "Your own personal pretty cage will be here tomorrow."
