Bad Apples
#11 of The World Over
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And so here it is at last. Yes, I'm a lazy bastard. I admit it. Chapter 11 of "The World Over"
I invite anyone and everyone to read this story because honestly if you're this far already, I don't think me warning you about it having sex is going to do a hill o' beans of difference anyway. So read on everyone.
I don't know when the next chapter will be finished, but I've been having huge strokes of inspiration lately, so here's to hoping it'll be soon.
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Chapter 11
Bad Apples
Music strummed from exotic instruments and filled the air with a rich and eerily pale voice that hummed like so many mockingbirds. Girls dressed in pink and blue and green made great flourishes with their long silk sleeves and spun in so many directions as to blur and confuse the eyes of their spectators.
Among those spectators was a woman resting on a bed of fine, lush pillows. She was dressed much as the dancers were, but donned a far more complex series of interwoven silks embroidered with more jewels than could have possibly been strung to any other material. She was queen. Her face glowed in mock enjoyment of the dance and had she not been so dressed in powders and blushes of every sort, it would have looked like a sneer of contempt. Her shapeliness were accentuated by the pillows around her, and her fine, porcelain features were highlighted by the fabrics she wore. Her eyes, deep and green as most of her species' were broke through the silks draped on her luscious body and bore a penetrating stare at those located around the outer rim of the large columned room. The white, almost off-tan colour of her fur was obvious through the thin protecting fabrics she wore and the regions of her body most pleasing were able to please even from a distance. Her long, slender tail and delicate paws made absolutely sure of this fact, as they were constantly making sensuous motions down her almost bare skin and her charming features.
Beside her a man, a wolf, with an eye that would not open and grey, mottled features sat unmoving. Enjoying, if somewhat passively and only to please the dancers in full view of him. It had been at least the hundredth time he had seen them do this dance, and he was no longer made aroused by its full, sweeping motions and the many sweeps of erotic scents that touched his nose as the dancers moved past him on the floor. This man was made a slave of the queen many months ago when he came to this land unexpectedly. Though unknown to him, as he believed that he had been here all his life. His name was Varian, and for the better part of a year he had been made the personal slave to his mistress the Queen of Kaa.
The queen motioned for him to come closer, just as a dextrous hand glided over one of her soft breasts and down along her side. She whispered into his ear and he nodded.
Varian stood and clapped his hands loudly, echoing through the great fest hall like fireworks.
"The Queen grows tired. She thanks you all for your company tonight and hopes to have many more such chances to entertain you all. You may leave now." It rolled off his tongue easily and professionally.
The words were not met with outright disapproval, but rather with compliance, lest they be caught like Varian. They did however share their grumbling out of sight and out of earshot, and when the door was closed, were silenced by the many layers of stone and distance between them.
"Varian," came the soft voice of the queen, "Come to me."
He complied readily, and both legs carried him to her side in a moment. "I live to serve, mistress."
"That's a good thing," she whispered into his ear, "For you and for me."
There wasn't anything to be said, but he dare not move without her express permission.
"You know what to do, don't you Varian?" she asked him.
"I do, mistress."
"Then begin, and call me as I've instructed you to."
He smiled almost wickedly and replied, "Yes, Terena," rolling the 'r' so slightly as to make her purr.
And so he began.
He lifted the silk from her face and removed her gold tiara, the mark of royalty in Kaa, and placed it at her side. Her hair was released from its tight prison and left to drape across her velvet coat, the dark strands only giving her soft breasts more shape and more colour in comparison. Then the sleeves of her silk blouse. He lifted the shoulders and pulled them slightly and slowly down her sides until the fabric stretched as it went over her breasts. It was not his place to say, but this was his favourite part.
He delicately placed his hands over her breasts and kneaded them softly. They moulded into his hands and conformed to the shape of his palms, which to her made a tingling sensation run up and down her spine as they were fitted into a smaller space than her blouse would have normally allowed. The silks became redundant and eventually slipped off her comely breasts and he began to slide the covers off her again.
Her stomach was delicate, and though she would never laugh he knew that every time he rubbed his fingers against a particular spot, namely just above her belly, she would tingle and purr. Just as she was doing now. Her belly rippled in excitement, and she tried desperately not to show it.
He would not speed up his ministrations.
There was a joining at her naval where the fabric was brought together and laced with a pull string. Simply pulling it would have been enough to completely vanquish the blouse from her skin, but he would not give her such pleasure. He slowly brought his mouth against her light fur and kissed her belly, over and over, tracing kisses lower and lower and lower until finally reaching that pull string with his mouth. He latched on to it with his teeth and began to slowly tug at it. The bow began to unfold and her blouse became less and less tight around her. The silk began to drape off her skin and when finally the bow was undone feel from her body to both sides. She lifted her arms out of the sleeves herself and cupped his head in her palms.
"I know that you enjoy it, but I've had enough," she paused as though she was finished, "But you should know by now that there are things that will not wait if you take forever."
It was true, he had noticed. Even during the dance he had noticed the scent of arousal permeating the air around the queen. He was just an expert at not letting it show.
He nodded in her hands and brought his lips up to meet hers in a passionate kiss. His tongue pressed firmly against her lips and barged its way through that barrier. Their tongues entwined in her mouth and as he pulled away she readily grasped his head again and pulled him forward. She pulled him on top of her, so that his body was pressed up against hers, and her breasts were squished tightly between them. She gasped into the kiss as she did every time that happened and then forced her way into his mouth with her tongue. It wasn't long before she pulled his face away from hers and stared at him with such a longing that would have moved mountains in its wake.
He knew what she wanted.
Without further delay he removed his clothes. Far thicker and simpler than hers however and required just a little patience on her part. But when they feel from his body, revealing just what a handsome man he had become in such a short few months, she was always awestruck. He stood before her in the nude, and though he was quite the lover, with appendages that she was so fond of, her eyes were attracted upward, past his well toned muscles and his strong neck and arms, and up further still to his eye, which bore such a gaze it made her melt even as she thought of it.
He was upon her in no time, and with a swift flick of his wrists her silken pants could be kicked away to the floor.
He kissed her again, though this time he knew that it was not to last very long. On his groin he could feel the heat that rose from her naval, and it was all he could do not to penetrate her here and now. Instead he left the kiss and edged his body down the bed of pillows, never once taking his eye off her, until he was staring at her delicate sex, which oozed both a delicious scent and a colourless liquid. He brought his lips closer and kissed her there, and she whimpered in exasperation.
How long she had waited for this. It must have been all of 24 hours.
With that kiss he got a taste of her nectar, a sweet and yet colourless taste. The odour was enough for him however and instead of breaking the kiss from her velvet lips he insisted on delving further. His tongue trailed from his mouth against her sex and burrowed into the hot, moist depths until he could reach no further. Not that it wasn't far enough for her; she was writhing on his tongue, swaying her body and tensing her muscles to be able to keep his tongue inside her longer.
He had other plans however and began retreating his tongue back into his mouth, letting her moan as the rough surface rubbed against every wall within her folds. But just as it was about to exit, and just as he would withdraw, his tongue plunged back inside her, and she jumped at the shock of it. She yelled in satisfaction and he was treated to a gush more of her sweet arousal, which flooded his long, slender muzzle, and that he swallowed readily. He continued this for only a minute or so before he varied the activity a little. As he pushed his tongue deeper into her sex, he also pressed his muzzle towards it was well, so that his nose rubbed against he clit and his tongue reached even further.
This always made her scream in ecstasy, and this time was no exception. She jumped and writhed and moaned in such pleasure that she could barely contained herself. He withdrew and the plunged back in, stretching her sex with his nose while still using his tongue for it previous purpose.
She was almost finished. She was easy to please, and he was good at pleasing her, so it was no surprise to him when her body tensed up and she began to shudder violently. Her head shook back and forth and her once smooth body of fur was matted with sweat and tangled from her motions.
With one final thrust of his muzzle and the reaching of his tongue as deep as it would go he felt her clamp down on him like a vice. She came with explosive force, and even he couldn't keep up. It flooded his muzzle and coated his face. By the time she had finished both his face and the pillow they occupied were soaked through.
She gasped and panted. Had it not been so exasperatingly hot outside, her breath would have shown in the night air. She rubbed her slender fingers through Varian's thick hair and then tugged at it, pulling his body upwards to meet a kiss. Her tongue dove into his mouth and grasped his own. She could taste the sticky sweetness in his mouth, her juices, and explored the deep impressions of his mouth to lap at them. He was not about to let her freely roam his mouth without some resistance. At every turn his tongue met hers and swirled around. Then he pulled away. He knew she was enjoying herself. Every time she was, she closed her eyes softly but would still seem as though she was staring.
Next came the fun part. He slid a dextrous hand down her chest to her right breast and began kneading the soft flesh. He cupped it so that her nipple was caught between two of his fingers. He squeezed them together tightly, eliciting a moan from his already exhausted queen. She was warming up again already, and though they had done this at least a dozen times before, she always enjoyed the calm before the storm.
He straddled her chest so that he could use his other hand on her second breast. Now both were working her orbs like clay, squeezing, pinching, rubbing, kneading and squishing.
His cock was at full attention and when Tarena opened her eyes again his prick was only a foot or so from her face. She leaned forward and kissed the tip of it, letting her tongue trace a short outline around it. She slowly pressed her face towards his belly. She kept her mouth closed so that her lips would only part just enough to take his penis into her steaming mouth. Her tongue danced around the length and slid along the salty skin to coat it in a thin layer of saliva.
He began leaking pre-come onto her tongue and moaned at the feeling building in the pit of his stomach. She knew this was the sign to pick up the pace and so took his entire length into her mouth before yanking back violently, dragging her teeth against the soft skin only slightly, so that they left tiny red lines on the skin that vanished almost as soon as they were made. When Varian's cock was nearly out of her mouth again she kissed and licked the tip again before driving it all the way back into her mouth, even so far as pressing into her throat, which in this position was a feat in and of itself.
She was no slouch at lovemaking.
Her tongue wrapped around his length as much as it could and then pulled away, wrapping itself the opposite direction. Instead of pulling away again, she instead kept his cock in her mouth and decided to play it along her tongue and the roof of her mouth.
For Varian this kind of play was a turn on in the extreme. He could feel the muscles in his lower belly tighten and his balls began to press up against his groin, preparing for their first orgasm of the night. He leaned over so that the queen's head was just beneath his stomach. He held himself up and braced himself with his hands and began to buck slightly into her mouth, already full with his essence.
It wasn't going to be long now, thought the queen. She delighted in bringing him to a quick orgasm so that they could continue with the finale. So she did what he always loved and shifted position so that her throat opened up further and took him deeper than before. Not to say that her mouth was sensuous before would be a lie, but if the feeling around his cock as it was pressed into the tender flesh of her throat was the last thing he ever felt, then he could die a happy man. She sucked on his cock now with a powerful will, wrapping her tongue around the length of his member and played it against the base.
He panted into the night and began to groan. He bucked once or twice but held back any further movements because his queen disliked not getting her way with people. She was doing a fine job by herself anyway.
She bobbed her head up and down along his shaft a few times and that was all it took. The feeling of his tip pressing against the flesh of her throat was too much and he braced himself as he came into her mouth. Because of the position, all she had to do was let him come. His seed slid down her throat easily without her aid in swallowing. His orgasm was so powerful however, being the first of the night, some of his come flooded her mouth and flowed over her tongue, which she didn't mind, as she always enjoyed the taste of his seed. She swallowed that as well and when he pulled out of her mouth moments later, she licked him clean of his come and let it set against her tongue before swallowing that as well.
"Your diet is impressive as ever Varian," she said with a gulp. "It should give you enough stamina for the next step should it not?"
"It does Terena. Shall I prove it to you?" he asked rhetorically.
All she had to do was smirk slyly and spread herself eagle in front of him to answer. He positioned himself on top of her. He held himself up with one hand as the other guided his cock to her soaking wet pussy. As soon as the two organs came into contact it was like a fire was ignited once again between the two of them. He placed his tip into her folds and then drove home, hilting instantly and sending mutual gasped into both of their bodies.
The heat of her pussy sent him to peaks of pleasure that seemed greater and greater with every penetration. And the feeling of his cock filling her so completely made her whimper with the knowledge that eventually it would leave.
The shock was so drastic that they had to pause to regain their minds before continuing. But when that happened he took the initiative and pulled out and rammed back in violently, taking her sopping pussy for all it was worth.
She would never put herself into the position where she couldn't regain control, but the feeling of him absolutely dominating her sent electric shocks up her spine. He thrust in to the hilt and then withdrew so that her breasts bounced with the rhythm.
She grasped her pert orbs and rolled them herself, as his hands were preoccupied with holding himself up. With each withdrawal he could feel her muscles clamp down on his cock, trying to keep him inside forever, but as he plunged back into her steaming depths the muscles would try to create a barrier, and the thickness of his prick would force open the walls like a battering ram. She was so well lubricated from before that he had no trouble at all slamming into her as hard as he liked.
After a few moments, each thrust took on a wet slapping noise. She was already on the verge of coming, and the juices were already leaking out. She whimpered pathetically and had to let her breasts go to brace the pillows to keep at least a fragile grasp on reality.
He however was not so close, and so he picked up the pace, driving himself into overdrive so that he lost all conscious thought. He was on autopilot. Every movement and every breath was instinctual. His inner wolf took over and all there was in the world was their two bodies slapping together furiously.
With his increased speed her pussy was taking a beating; she loved it almost as much as he did. This treatment was always what put her over the edge and this was no exception. She was ready to burst, and there was nothing she could ever do to stop herself.
Varian's orgasm was coming up again: fast. His frantic thrusts created knots in the muscles of his legs, but at this point he couldn't feel them anymore. His sensory input came only from between his legs right now, and that alone was about to put him over the edge.
She always loved coming together with him, and she had one last trick up her sleeve, even from this position. She shifted under him ever so slightly so that his cock ground against her upper left wall. Not only was this the single most sensitive area in her whole body, but the surface of the flesh inside was also rough, and his cock scraping against that was always a sure-fire way of getting him to orgasm right away.
Truly she was a wicked woman, because as soon as she made that shift of position, after the rough feeling registered in his brain, he came with all the force of his first orgasm, spraying ropes of hot, thick seed deep into her womb.
That was all it took for her as well, the feeling of his come spraying against her innards sent her over the edge and she came with just as much power as him. Her juices sprayed out from her pussy and splashed against him groin, soaking through his fur, her tail and adding to the mess already staining the pillows. No matter, they would be cleaned by the servants later anyway.
They both screamed in ecstasy. He howled into the night and grasped the pillows with such force that his claws dug through the fabric. She shuddered violently as well and bore holes in the pillows as she tried to steady herself and concentrate the feeling into her groin to keep her orgasm going.
It lasted for minutes before finally subsiding. His rational thought returned only after he totally collapsed on top of Terena, squishing her breasts against his chest.
He finally managed to roll off of her and panted. She was breathing heavily and her breasts made great rising and falling motions with the heaving of her lungs. They were covered in sweat, saliva and in procreative juices. Neither moved nor cared to move.
Between them was a tiny space where there bodies were not touching. Their hands lay limply at their sides and as his last act of the night he grasped her palm in his and squeezed tightly before rolling onto his side to face her. She did the same and they fell asleep like that, smiling at each other contentedly, hands cupped between their soaking bodies.
The next morn he rose as early as even the common slaves. He got up and slipped his few articles of clothing over himself once again before leaving the room. She was still asleep and so very gently, so as not to wake her. He held her up in both arms and slowly walked to the bathing area.
The room was only next door to the great hall but with his care in not being heard it took a great deal longer than usual. He pushed the door open with his back and then slid inside as quietly as a mouse. She was still in the nude, but no one in Kaa paid very much attention to bodily coverings. They really only served the purpose of keeping sun off the skin anyway.
The bathing area actually led to the outside. It was canopied by many silks to make shade in the intense sunlight and the water was actually fed in through a tiny channel that ran from the lake, making the water fresh and cool all the time. He descended the few steps to the small, rounded, stone platform where the palace met the water. He put her down on a cushion there and stripped down again. He then slowly dipped himself into the cool water until he was fully submerged. He began stroking the folds from his fur to straighten out the mats. He was so sweaty from last night he could feel it as the grime came out of his thick fur and disappeared into the water, only to be washed away with the shallow current.
He was paying so much attention to his own fur that he didn't hear as Terena slipped into the water and come up behind him. She laced her two feminine paws around his shoulders in an soft embrace.
"Good morning, my Varian," she cooed into his ear.
He was disappointed in himself. Usually he was able to hear perfectly, she must have been expertly quiet this morning. "It is now, my queen."
She giggled in a sort of invulnerable way that made her such a powerful woman. "I thought you would have cleaned me off first," she said.
"You were asleep," he turned around so that he could look her in the eyes, "I did not feel it right to wake you while you looked so peaceful."
She slapped him in mock anger, then pulled him down to her height and kissed him both forcefully and tenderly. He returned the kiss eagerly, though in the coolness of the water he wasn't going to show arousal any time soon.
Instead of continuing with the pleasant morning kiss, he brought his hands around to her back and cupped a small amount of the water in his hands and then brought them upwards, only to release its icy chill down the queen's back.
She jumped in surprise and leapt away from Varian to check her now wet back.
"Oh, why is it you can always catch me like that?" she asked playfully.
"Well you lose yourself so completely when you kiss. Not that I'm not flattered. I just love seeing you jump like you do," he answered.
She totally submerged herself and came up again, facing him through soaking fur and wet hair. He couldn't have looked much better, except that even wet she looked radiant.
"Well it won't work on me anymore, so come here and kiss me."
"An order? So early?" he played, stepping forward.
"Arguing gets you into trouble you--" but before she could finish he had leaned down and totally enveloped her in a passionate kiss. She melted in his arms as their tongues danced with each other between mouths. She reached up with her arms to embrace him again, and he allowed his arms to wrap around her lower body, pulling their groins together below the water.
She cooed into the kiss and began to purr.
"I know what you want you frisky boy," and she placed a finger against his lips to silence his coming retort, "But hunger should be sated first don't you think?"
"I'm not hungr--" but interrupting him was his stomach. Betrayed by his own body; curses.
She smiled at him and clapped her hands.
In came a maid who bowed deeply and received her instruction to fetch breakfast and to bring it to them. The small feline disappeared a moment later and closed the door behind her.
"I'll never understand why you keep so many very handsome young ladies in your palace my love," said Varian, "Don't you ever feel tempted?"
"Oh of course Varian, but I'm the queen and whatever I want is mine whenever I want it to be, so giving into temptation is not such an issue for me."
He 'hmmed' and then came up behind her, embracing her in such a way that his hands draped down her front and his fingers gently probed her sweet folds again.
"Then you should call that young woman down here so that we can all... play together for a while."
"Why Varian, you should learn that you can't order me to do anything."
"Oh?" and he pressed a finger into her soft depths and rolled it around inside her for a moment, "But it would make me so very happy."
"Really Varian... I'm the only one who gets to have you."
"So you decree it then?"
She paused, "Yes. You're all mine." She had to admit though, the thought of watching him drive himself into another female turned her on to a new degree she didn't know. "But... since you're so adamant about it... I could always ask her to meet us both ways, if you follow my meaning."
He kissed her deeply, "That I do my queen, and I assure you that you won't soon regret it."
"I'd rather never regret, but close enough."
The two of them then scrubbed each other off in the stream, getting rid of all the sweat and grime in their fur.
When the door opened again, they grinned at each other devilishly. But they were both disappointed to see that it wasn't the girl the queen had sent away at first, but a man dressed in a long cloak, who eyed the queen with a terrible glare that seemed to portray some information unknown to Varian. He nodded to the queen and locked eyes with her a moment before leaving again. She momentarily lapsed but as the door began to slide shut she called out to the man, "Oh, and Henashar? Send that little maid back will you?"
The man bowed in compliance and slid the door shut.
What the man had brought was a breakfast of fruits, meats and fine breads.
Terena picked up a bright red apple first and swirled it in her palm for a moment before offering it to Varian, who accepted it graciously. She smiled wickedly as he closed his eyes to savour the unnaturally rich flavour of this particular apple, and then fed him another bite when he had swallowed it completely.
They fed each other the rich fruits for several minutes before the door once again slid open. This time it was right on the mark as the slender female cat walked cautiously inside the bathing area, never once looking directly at the queen nor her manservant.
Varian smiled with wicked thoughts and the queen leaned onto the stone platform, bearing her full breasts so that they were in full view to the lithe feline.
"Come closer my pat," called the queen.
The girl obeyed silently.
"We have a reward prepared for you for you excellent service this morning," said the queen slyly.
The girl looked up curiously at her and asked in a whisper what she could be so humble as to receive.
"Come closer my pet. We'll show you."