Chapter Seven
A bed. Goddess, how good it felt to have a bed again, and to be warm and fed with well-prepared food. Bryana could count the ways life was good just now and go on at length about each. The feeling of being in a hot bath with Mistress as they caressed, pawed, nibbled, and licked one another was glorious enough, but seeing the empty little handmaidens look on with lust and a hint of jealousy made it worthy of a novel.
She lay wrapped in the furs that covered it, one leg extended outward seductively, relaxed, yet knowing full well that a hint of renewed desire from Drexa would again send her into a heat of need. It wasn't just that she was beautiful, though she was. Olive skinned, full-figured to softness with breasts that were full and lush with nipples that seemed perpetually erect. Bryana had not expected eyes like hers though; deep violet with gold flecks that seemed to channel her will all by themselves. Bryana wondered if nature had made them or if they were the result of a spell.
But that all paled against the joy of having power again. It coursed through her untamed. As much as she felt her proximity to the magic that cut through the world it was the fact that she now felt unleashed. Yes, she had submitted to her will, but Drexa was right in that there could be only one in control and she was the stronger now. "You know they are coming," Bryana said, moving to kiss across Drexa's shoulder. "My leaving will not change that. Killing you is too important to them."
"I know, my pe...Bryana." She caught herself even before the blonde's brow could crease. "I am sorry, my sweet. Forgive me. I am so used to the empty meat in my bed that I nearly forgot that you are not that." Truthfully she was little more than that, but she had uses for now for that mind and that power, so she had refrained from smoothing the other's will.
That Bryana had settled so smoothly into the submissive position was no doubt due her changing as well as what she was already used to. If she could remain there, there was a part of Drexa that toyed with leaving her as she was. As much fun as blind adoration was, there was something good for the ego in having at least one person close with the ability to truly appreciate the magnitude of her genius and the victory that would bring to pass.
For now though, she was simply to be used. Fingers ran up and down her spine pacifying her nicely. "I know they are coming. I want them to come. There are reasons that I have not snuffed them out."
"May I know why?" Bryana took the arm that was around her and kissed the palm.
"You will know all when the time comes. In the meantime know that you are very important to me just being here with me. Your being gone will lessen their power, and it will keep them off balance as they seek to perhaps bring their pet back into the fold."
"That will not happen." Her tone was firm and resolute. "Never shall I go back to being their bedpet and guardian. I would die first. I would...kill them both."
The hesitancy there was to be expected for now, but the fact that she could even utter the words was a fine sign of things. "Good, Bryana. See it in your mind, See the life draining from them or their surrender to corruption and luxuriate in it. Accept your power and your place. With you outside and my spy within they will be off balance enough to make them susceptible to a good argument."
"You mean your special brand of sway," Bryana concluded, grazing Drexa's chin with her teeth..
"Mastery of magic gives one certain innate defenses," she explained, stroking the other's blonde tresses, "but there are ways in in every case. You know that now, Sweet. Your being mine helps me with one, which, in turn, helps me with the other. I only need one to fall to me and it hardly matters which."
She smirked at the thought. "Is Deres weak enough so that I might simply appear to him in my naked glory, spread my legs and have him surrender?"
Bryana sucked a nipple hard enough to pull up the skin, making Drexa shudder before letting it go with a pop. "When rutting, he
is
often more animal than man, though he does manage somehow to be loving at once, and I've no doubt you would tempt him, but his heart would not allow him to endanger his loves by indulging in you." She pushed away her annoyance over the fact that she had spoken affectionately of him at all.
"It was a not unpleasant thought is all. The simplest solution is usually best."
"Pel is tainted now. You know that, yes?"
She had suspected as much. "But is your general not loyal to her troops? I learned much through her. The general has guilt for bringing them at all, and for the losses suffered. Would she not accept her back?"
Bryana shed the covers as she moved to a straddling position, wanting to just look into those amaranthine eyes. "I accept that you see us as primitives and, in many ways we are by comparison, but Neral Jaye is not a fool, nor are her followers blind. Neral would not leave her behind, but I don't know that any of them will embrace her as though nothing happened."
Drexa sighed in acknowledgment before dismissing the annoyance as quickly as it had come. "I have already planned for that." She fondled Bryana's pert breasts, enjoying the hiss she got in response. "Someone within would still be useful to me, but she will behave as they expect her to. With that, and you keeping them distracted, it should be most helpful to me."
Bryana's tone was perfectly polite as it flirted with her. "How may I assist you?"
One corner of her narrow lips turned upward. "Just...talk to them when the time is right."
"What will you do for me if I do?"
Drexa clutched both cheeks of that silken ass. Had there been so much as a hint of defiance in the words she would have acted instantly, but she could feel the pet was simply playing which stirred her and renewed that hope that the slave with the longest leash could settle. "I freed you from your bondage, Bryana. What
more
could I possibly do for you?"
She brought herself upward, leaning forward, bracing both hands on the headboard and her pussy twitched as it bathed in Drexa's humid breath. "You could start here and I bet I can think of a few more things as we go." She thrilled as she looked around her, as excited by the covey of women all around the room, Some had their legs spread wantonly as they sawed fingers or whatever would fit in themselves as they cried in want. Others were curled together, touching, kissing and aching, stealing glances at them.
"Mmmm..," she breathed, making eye contact with each. Even that was a display of her power. They all wanted to be her. They would kill one another to be her right now.
She shuddered as Drexa's tongue began to tease the pink flesh from its hood and her left hand meandered its way over Bryana's chest and belly before resting at the head of the viper just below her navel.
Drexa's power flowed effortlessly from her fingertips, wisps of white energy escaping from the layer at the point of contact like fingers of their own to skitter across her skin as the sorceress played her body with both magic and tongue.
Bryana screamed in blind rapture.
