*Author's note:* This series is my attempt at the spy genre - be sure to start with part 1. As I go, I'm going to be discussing my process in the comments. I'm eager for feedback, so please join me in the comments section.
(If you want to see my attempt at cosmic horror, check out my series titled "The Practice" - find it by clicking on my name, and again, begin with Part 1.)
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The King's quarters in the palace weren't far from the Garden, but Orchid felt as if she were walking to her own execution. It would be her first time seeing the King since he had publicly humiliated her a few nights ago and her body shook at the memory. Her pussy was still sore from his pounding, and when she sat down her butt cheeks still tingled from the switching. The metal plug in her ass was heavy inside her as she walked quietly behind the other three girls who didn't seem particularly nervous, but more a strange mix of eager and annoyed - a deep reddish-orange.
Iris and Azalea led the way, arm in arm, whispering with their heads tilted together. Their anticipation was tinged with blue - worry - as they shared some secret. Orchid had been watching those two for days and looking for an opportunity to dig deeper into their minds, but she needed time to focus on them without interruption. Iris was trim, athletic, and outgoing, with curly brown hair and brown eyes. Azalea had golden hair, light brown eyes, and a beautiful voice. They seemed an odd pair in Orchid's mind.
The other member of their quartet was named Daisy. Orchid didn't know much about her yet, but she was stunningly beautiful with light brown hair and deep blue eyes. Daisy was quiet for most of the walk, and her thoughts were hard to pin down, jumping every which way. As they walked Daisy wordlessly reached out to hold Orchid's hand and Orchid let her take it.
When the girls saw the guard standing outside the King's door they all perked up and glowed yellow. "Hi Jakob," Iris cooed and sidled up to him, echoed by Azalea and Daisy. Their hands and arms slid around him as they pressed their barely covered bodies against his padded uniform. Jakob looked impressive in the King's livery with a sword on his waist, but his face burned crimson as the flowers surrounded him. He rigidly kept his hands at his sides as they brushed against him and murmured pleasantries that gradually devolved into giggles. He was handsome and obviously quite uncomfortable with the attention he was receiving from the three nearly-naked girls, and he looked over to Orchid as if thinking that she might rescue him since she wasn't actively tormenting him herself.
"Uh, Jakob, can you tell the King we're here please?" Orchid interjected into the giggling and teasing.
The flowers pulled back and Jakob made a show of straightening his uniform. "Of course, my lady," he said with a look of relief. He opened the door without knocking and was met almost immediately by four more flowers on their way out: Hyacinth, Lilac, Dahlia, and Poppy, Daisy's twin sister. All four had wet hair wrapped up in towels.
Hyacinth smiled wryly and said, "We bathed him, so you can put him to bed. Nighty night!"
Daisy dropped Orchid's hand to kiss her sister on the cheek and the four departing flowers retreated into the depths of the palace, their voices low in conversation.
Jakob led the four incoming flowers into the King's chambers and shut the door behind them. Orchid followed Jakob and the three girls through a sitting room and an office and finally into the King's bedroom, dominated by a huge four-poster bed in the middle of the floor. Stands holding armor and weaponry stood guard against the walls, along with several large wardrobes; the wall opposite the entryway opened to a large terrace that overlooked the rest of the palace and the capital city below. The air was warm and humid even this high above the ground, and the King was standing out on the terrace, taking in the view.
The other flowers silently removed their gowns and slippers, folded them neatly, and put them on an open shelf near the door. Orchid reluctantly followed suit, her eyes darting rapidly between Jakob and the King. The King paid them no attention, but Jakob's eyes were irresistibly attracted to their naked bodies and he glowed pink with annoyance as he tried to master himself. Orchid caught his eye as he looked at her, and he blushed furiously again and locked his gaze onto the King.
The flowers stood near the wall with their feet spread shoulder-width and their hands behind their backs, their shoulders pulled back to push their breasts forward. The thick rug was soft between Orchid's toes. They waited. And waited. Eventually the King came inside and began writing a letter at a small table. Then a servant brought him some food; he ate half and sent the rest away. Then he went to the office and studied an unrolled map on the large table. Then he came back to the bedroom and talked to Jakob.
"Has Captain Fenrir said anything about attrition in the guard units we sent to Delance for the occupation?"
"Yes, your majesty, a bit over seven hundred out of five thousand."
"Thank you, Jakob," the King said, and turned abruptly to Orchid. "Are you well tonight, my dear?"
Orchid was so surprised that her mouth couldn't find any words for several seconds. "Yes, your majesty," she said, dropping into an awkward curtsy.
King Eradis looked down on Orchid from a foot of extra height, staring into her eyes and then walking his gaze up and down the length of her exposed body. "You're not still hurting from the ceremony, then?"
Orchid trembled under his eyes and her ass squeezed involuntarily on the jeweled plug. "I'm still somewhat sore, your majesty."
King Eradis laughed. "I know I'm getting along in years, but I didn't think my arm was that weak yet - or my cock. What do you think, flower?"
Orchid met his gaze and weighed her answer carefully. "Very strong, your majesty. I've been barely able to sit."
"You flowers all flatter me," the King said, turning serious. "I need to make some appointments in Delance, and I want your advice about the competence of various nobles. Will you give me honest counsel when I ask for it? It will benefit your people and mine."
"Your majesty," Orchid began, acutely aware of her almost complete ignorance of her supposed homeland. "Kartour is my home now, my people. My... my past is forbidden."
