Author's Note: I am going to take a two week break to work on a different series and to do some editing on Zentara. If all goes according to plan, an alternate version of Orc Dominion: Zentara Ch. 12 will be posted in two weeks. Expect Chapter of 07 of Rebellion to be a week after that. So, bottom line, the next chapter will be in three weeks. Please feel free to leave a comment or send me feedback on ideas for the revamped chapter 12, kinks you want to see in the future, or really, just about anything you want. I love interacting with readers!
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Jeanette watched the countryside roll past as she sailed west along the coast of Zentara. She was told that on a clear day, if you looked far to the southwest you could see the Elfish Isles, but so far it wasn't something she had been able to manage. The Elfish King Eomowien had been supportive during the war, sending her a finely wrought hand crossbow, as well as a chest of jewels to help fund the war. She was grateful for the gifts, but also well aware that he would do the same for King Connor if he should take the throne. Ruar was the closest port to the Elfish Isles, and the gateway for all their goods to reach the mainland. Any elf ruler had to secure the friendship of Zentara if he wanted his people to prosper.
As a cool sea breeze blew past and made dark strands of hair whip about her face, Jeanette thought of how glad she was to be on campaign again. Although it was hard to leave her children again so soon, it was feeling oppressive in the city. The rumor campaign against her had gotten much worse, with lewd tales specific in every lurid detail being repeated in brothels and taverns around the city. Jeanette was used to the bawdy things that the men of the city said about her, she had to be given the way she dressed and her relationship with Turogg. But these tales were different; they were true! How someone had learned of her escapades in the brothel she had no idea. If it had happened a year ago she might have suspected one of the orcs who knew got drunk and let the tale slip.
All of the orcs who might have known were gone from the city, however. Plus, they would have no reason to spread the tale as persistently as her unseen enemy was doing. Part of her did wish she was back in Ruar tracking down this agent working against her. In the end though, she decided being in the field winning victories for Zentara was a more surefire way of quashing the rumors, or at least, rendering them irrelevant. Frantically trying to control the damage in Zentara would only make them the stories seem more believable.
Jeanette's mind turned back to the woman who attacked her. She seemed so familiar to her, like some shadowy figure from her past. Was it a coincidence? First the woman attacks her, and then these stories get spread? The only people who could know the specific details of what went on at the Soiled Dove were either clients or customers. It couldn't be a client; he might know one or two stories, but not all of them. That meant it had to be someone who worked there. Jeanette's mind suddenly turned to the girl she met there, the one who taught her the rules of the game. What was her name? Cindy! Images flashed before her, images of auburn hair and the stage in the brothel surrounded by the girls. The woman who attacked her had auburn hair. Dread seeped through her veins as she remembered the anger and disgust in Cindy's face as she called her a pig fucker.
It had to be the same woman. The woman from the camp was older and harder, with none of the soft edges that she remembered Cindy having. And what would she be doing in a mob from Shropfordshire? Still, it was the best lead she had. Unfortunately, she had no way to send a message to Trodott until they landed in Tranor. Then she could send a ship back to Ruar to let the Chancellor know who to look for.
"Your Highness, you wanted to see me?"
Jeanette turned and smiled at Kat as the warrior woman slid beside her at the railing of the ship. "Yes, Kat, thank you for coming." Jeanette paused, an awkward silence lingering for a moment, before the Queen finally continued. "I just wanted to speak with you, to clarify some things, so that we're all on the same page, so to speak."
Katerei's lips turned upward faintly. "About you and Gor, you mean? Gorath did tell me what happened, Your Highness, and I'm sure he told you that I was OK with it. There's nothing to worry about, at least, not on my account."
Jeanette smiled gratefully. "I'm pleased to hear it. I don't want you to think that, well, that this is part of his duties. I certainly don't want to be ordering anyone to do anything they're uncomfortable with, either."
Kat laughed softly. "Oh you don't have to worry about that, Your Highness. Gorath isn't feeling forced at all. He was practically glowing when I saw him again." Kat grinned a little wider. "Though I don't know how pleased I should be; now he won't stop asking to let him put it in my ass! Did you really insist he fuck you there, Your Highness?"
Jeanette's face turned crimson. "Yes, Turogg is the only one allowed to put it inside my pussy. It wouldn't do for...well, for things to get carried away and have someone shoot inside me by mistake. The royal line must remain pure, after all."
"Of course," Kat continued to grin, "of course there are other ways to play which don't carry that risk. I envy Gor the chance to play them with you."
Jeanette paused. Was Kat coming on to her? That hadn't happened since the games she played back in the Soiled Dove. With Cindy. That past was really following her around today. Kat leaned closer to her, and she locked eyes with the warrior woman.
"You don't seem too shocked, Your Highness. Have you played such games before? Maybe...maybe you'd like to play with Gor and me, together?"
Before Jeanette could respond, Kat pressed her soft lips into the Queen's. Jeanette's eyes widened in surprise, but as the kiss lingered and Kat wrapped her up in the woman's firm grip, they gently closed as she pushed herself against her. She could feel the woman's small breasts rub against her own larger ones through the thin fabrics of their shirts, and her mouth opened to accept Kat's tongue as it pushed inside.
Jeanette's hands found their way to Kat's waist, squeezing softly as the fingers gently stroked along the curve to the woman's firm backside. Katerei's own hands were passionately groping the Queen's backside, each one lifting a cheek and massaging it in her firm grip. The kiss broke for a second as both women caught their breath, and then their lips pressed together once more as their tongues danced again.
The Queen's nipples hardened as they slipped and slid over Kat's tits. The feeling of their breasts rubbing together sent a delicious quiver of pleasure through her body. Jeanette's pussy started to moisten, and she could feel her panties turning damp as she made out with the warrior woman.
A shrill whistle broke their kiss, and Jeanette flushed with embarrassment as a sailor leered at them. When he caught sight of who he had spied on though, he quickly averted his eyes and hurried below deck to continue on with his duties.
"Say you'll meet us tonight, Your Highness. Just say the word, and Gorath and I will play with you all night long."
Jeanette nodded, and then hurried into the forecastle of the ship to the Captain's quarters, which had been given to her for the trip. She thought back to the times that she kissed other women while working in the brothel. It had always been to titillate the men, not for her own enjoyment. It was pleasant, sure, even a little fun, but not the same as being covered by a large, strong body and filled with his manhood.
Of course, it wasn't just Kat who wanted to play with her. It was going to be her, Kat, and Gorath. It had been a long time since she'd shared a man with another woman. Since meeting Turogg, it had always been her and multiple men. Now it would be her and Kat sharing Gor. A shiver of excitement went through her at the thought. I wonder how she and Gor fuck. They've been together for a long time, do they have tricks? Things they do for each other? Things to teach me, that I can try on Turogg?
The rest of the day passed in a blur as she waited for Kat and Turogg to arrive. Late that night, after the crew had gone to sleep the warrior woman and her orc lover slipped inside Jeanette's rooms. Her heart beat furiously in anticipation, and her panties were already soaked with her juices, hot and ready to play with them both.
No one said anything, and thick, sexual tension filled the air of the small cabin. Katerei moved to stand before Jeanette, while Gorath slid behind her, letting her soft body rest on his muscular chest. Kat pressed her lips into Jeanette's again, as her hands clasped the Queen's narrow waist. Jeanette wore only a thin tunic and her panties, and her legs spread to push the damp gusset into Kat's thigh as the woman pressed close.