This story can be described as an extravagant daydream from a male perspective. Which explains why the concept is ludicrous. English is not my first language so I apologize for mistakes in grammar and spelling. All characters in the story are above the age of eighteen.
6: Two Realms, One Kingdom
Once again you read the letter. It is written on sturdy paper with reddish ink:
To his gracious majesty, king Cumagan the fourth.
I, queen Ektana of Solistra, greets my kingly counterpart. And implore your majesty most earnestly to aid my realm. I and all my subjects plead for your presence. Any treasure in Solistra shall be offered to your majesty if you arrive shortly. May all gods protect and guide you.
And beneath Ektana's sinuous signature. You lean back and the comfortable cabin rocks around you. The royal flagship Impenetrable have been sailing towards Solistra for two days. How could you ignore a lady's plea for help? That is what you told your wife and mother, Alisha. She protested, quite strongly. She said that you have more than enough to do inside the kingdom and should not go gallivanting on chivalrous missions outside the kingdom. You said that it was a matter of high diplomacy and that monarchs should stick together. And if something, against expectations, dangerous would happen to you during the journey, you leave to young sons behind and they shall in due time continue an ancient tradition of fucking and breeding. In fact, your mother is right. You do this for the thrill of being chivalrous and seeing Solistra. The great island lies in the southeast. In difference to your lush kingdom, it very dry, to a large part like a desert. The people live mostly from fishing and they buy fruits and other things from your subjects with pearls and exotic shells. The letter is intriguingly mysterious. One intriguing thing is that it is written by the queen. As far as anyone know in your realm Solistra has been ruled by king Orcan. He should have written the letter. If he could. Something serious must have happened.
A muffled shout reaches you: "Land in sight!"
You step out on deck. The sky is cloudless, the sun is bright and the sea is glittering. You must shade your eyes with one hand in order to see the rocky coastline. The wind has been favorable and Impenetrable make good speed. From all masts flutter the royal banner in white and purple. You are so lost in thoughts that you don't even take notice of the female sailors, with their tanned and sinewy bodies, their agile movements. They have helped you to relieve the boring moments of the journey. You have learned customs of lovemaking from twenty different port cities. And sired several children.
You return to your cabin and summon two servant girls, Volna and Cirka. Wolna is pale blonde and robust, Cirka is slender and brown-haired. They approach you with lowered gaze, which is quickly becoming a piece of coquetry among your personal servants rather than a sign of reverence.
"My lovely dearies, undress and wash me. I should look as good as possible for Ektana."
With experienced hands they unbutton and remove your clothes. Their fingers linger on your body longer than necessary. Then they bring forth a bathtub made of shiny copper, in which you sit like on a chair. Volna and Cirka takes sponges and cleans you with cold water and perfumed soap, smelling like lavender. You do not mind the coldness, the sweltering heat being what it is. Once again the hands of the servant girls linger longer than strictly necessary. Not without visible result. They are both on their knees, looking up at you.
"Our king and breeder, would like us to serve you...more?" asks Volna.
"It might make your majesty calmer at the meeting with the queen", suggests Cirka.
"It is tempting, my dearies, but something tells me that I should have all my potential vitality available. I promise to compensate your waiting later."
You kiss Volna and Cirka, almost chaste on the cheeks. Than you arise dripping and they knead you dry with towels. You chose a costume that is a compromise between the demands of your royal rank and being able to stand the warmth. The commotion outside notifies you that a harbor is close. You gather your airy robe and step out.
The sailors are occupied with anchoring the vessel and getting a long gangway in place. A line of royal guards, in armors meant for parade, stands prepared with halberds. You pity them. They must be sweating awfully inside those husks of metal. Then you turn and see the city.
So this is Soforia. The houses are not luxuriant, but large and having arched windows and thick walls of stone. The dominant colors are red and brown. Here and there is a bit of sparse greenery, some lonely palm trees. The harbor stretches far and shelters a flotilla of smaller vessels. Beyond is a large open space used as a market place with many stalls, selling goods like fish, jewelry and feathers. There are many women in sight. Most of them are not wearing more than a loincloth and some scarps of bright cloth around the bosom, but many have golden bangles around wrists and multicolored circlets around foreheads. Their skins are dark brown, some with an ashen hue, some with a bronzed luster.
A group, which you suppose is the welcome committee, is waiting at the dock. It consists of several serving girls, surrounding a palanquin painted in blue and gold. There are four warriors with black tunics and pieces of armor, holding spears similar to harpoons. The one you take for leader of the group is a graceful women with hair gathered in two long braids, large earrings with rubies and headgear made of feathers, looking like a white halo. Trumpets announce your arrival and they are answered by beating drums. Four members of the guard move down to the dock and stand to attention. Then you walk over the gangway, trying to seem regal and benign. As soon as your feet touch the ground the whole welcome committee falls to its knees.
"Welcome to Solistra, great and mighty king", greets the leader humbly, "I am Srexa, advisor to queen Ektana. In her name I express the gratitude of our people for your willingness to aid us."
You have an opportunity to sound chivalrous.
"I am delighted to help Solistra, if I am able to. But first of all, I shall help you to your feet. I do not wish anyone to grovel in the dust. Especially not one so beautiful."
You stretch out your hands. Srexa hesitates a short moment. Then she puts her hands in yours and allow you to support her in arising. You were not being merely polite. Srexa is beautiful. You would enjoy kissing her, but it would perhaps not be diplomatically appropriate. The rest of the group also arise. Srexa makes a gesture towards the palanquin.
"If your majesty will be kind to take place you shall be carried to the royal palace."
"And where will you be, Srexa?"
"I will walk next to your majesty."
Another opportunity to be chivalrous.
"I cannot accept that. I insist on you taking place in the palanquin."
"But it is intended for majesty and have room for only one person."
"Then we shall walk together. Is it far to the palace?"
"Not very far..."
"Then it is my pleasure that we should stroll and converse. Do you deny me that pleasure?"
Srexa smiles, catching on to your purposes.
"No, your majesty."
"Let us walk. Lead the way."
You walk through the market place. Everyone steeps aside in front of the procession. To you it seems that the women of Solistra have a particular mode of walking, with undulating hips. It might be pure imagination. What you do not imagine is the many stares, of awe or curiosity. The sultry atmosphere is heavy with spices and expectation. It is more intoxicating than wine. Your mouth waters at the sight of so many naked bellies and shiny thighs...You try to distract yourself.
"I hope my presence does not arouse ill feelings."
Srexa is very surprised at your words.
"Why would there be any ill feelings, your majesty?"
"Well, I notice the attention given to my person at the present moment."
"Oh, I assure your majesty that the attention is of the most friendly kind. It was a long time since a man of your...appearance visited our realm."
"I would like to inspect this market closer. My wife and mother -- not to mention my many sisters and daughters -- would appreciate some gifts on my return."
"I shall personally show your majesty everything you want to see. But the queen awaits us."
You leave the market place and follow a paved and broad street ending at a gigantic building with a dome. From afar you can see that is adorned with large statues of lions in different poses. You point towards it.
"Is that the palace?"
"Yes, your majesty. Perhaps not as...ornate as your own castle, but..."
"It seems worthy any ruler. Tell me, Srexa...what is the emergency which I have been summoned to deal with?"
"Please, your majesty, you have not been summoned. We asked you for help and you, graciously, agreed to help."
"Very well, what help am I supposed to give?"
"The queen will explain that."
"Cannot you do that?"
"I could, but..."
You stop suddenly. The whole procession halts. Srexa looks puzzled at you. You lean closer to her, as if going to whisper something in her ear. Instead you kiss her. Her eyes widen and she gasps. You hold her and kisses thoroughly. Her eyes closes and she moans longingly.
"Will you tell me more?" you whisper against her lips.
"I cannot, your majesty...The queen..."
You kiss her again, deep and slowly. Her hands grip your shoulders, hard. With a start she pulls away her face.
"I beg, your majesty...Do not tempt me further...My flesh screams after mating...To take you with mouth and pussy...But, the queen waits..."
