Season 3, Episode 3
Written by Tof Eklund
Read by Tawn Krakowski
While Kaye was at the feast, I again picked through the clothes that Lily had brought me. Only the green dress fit properly, but some of the other garments were suitable. There was an off-white snood, as well as hair wraps in mint and deep brown, three sets of petticoats, and some woolen stockings, but what I wanted now was gloves.
I had the left glove of the pair Kaye’d given me, but not its more modest overglove, and its mate was gone or ruined. One pair of the scavenged gloves was also black lace, but they were just barely too small. A short pair in orange silk were too long in the finger. The prettiest set was lavender silk, achingly soft, with a swirl of amethyst beads running up the arm. Unfortunately, they looked like they’d been sized for a child.
I’d left a pair of plain white elbow-length maid’s gloves for last. They fit, and were at least clean, though starting to thin in the palms and fingertips. I sighed as I stripped them off.
So it was that, when Kaye returned, I was wearing his dressing gown and the one remaining glove he’d given me. It wasn’t the sensual display I’d had in mind, but it turned out not to matter much, as Kaye was sweating and trembling as he came in.
“Yelen,” he turned to me, his eyes wild. “My father is dead.”
Looking at him swaying on his crutches, I was afraid he’d fall. “Kaye,” I said, patting the mattress, “come sit next to me.”
As soon as he came to rest, I began loosening his leg braces.
“I’m sorry, Kaye,” I said, wishing I had better words to express the complexity of the situation.
“It’s more than that. My mother announced my claim to the throne.”
“What?” I dropped the brace I’d just removed and turned to look at Kaye. “Did you know she was going to do that?”
“No. I think she wanted everyone to see my reaction.”
“Goddess twist her roots!”
“It makes sense, Yelen.” Kaye’s voice shook. “I cried at his death and was shocked when she called for my investiture. Even if her crime is discovered, I’ll look innocent.”
“She had no right,” I snapped, finding myself more, not less, angry.
“Wait,” Kaye said. “That’s not all. The priests refused.”
“Refused?” I knew the Church of the High King wielded great power in Thrycae, but I didn’t think they were literally kingmakers.
“They will not perform the investiture. Mother miscalculated. To crown a new king, a majority of the noble houses present must assent, and there’s no-one left who would dare defy her. However, the investiture is performed by the Church, and they won’t do it.”
I took this in and reeled. Suddenly the queen’s behavior made sense.
“No, Kaye,” I said, “she had it all figured out…”
Kaye interrupted me. “I’m not that dense, Yelen. That’s why she wanted me to deny you. She understood the priests: if I’d done what she wanted, they might have approved.”
A silence fell between us.
“It’s me,” Kaye said. “My mother failed to factor me into her plan, and she didn’t trust me enough to tell me.”
There was nothing I could say, so I just hugged Kaye, threw my arms around him, and pulled him close.
“I’d never deny you,” he said.
I squeezed tighter, and he returned the embrace, his strong arms crushing me to him.
“Haaaah,” I gasped, the air squeezed out of me.
“Yelen, I love you more than life itself.”
“Ohh, Kaye…” I moaned into his ear as I felt myself relax into that embrace.
Kaye fell backwards onto the bed, pulling me down on top of him. I kissed him and he responded, sucking my tongue into his mouth and meeting it there. The kiss moved back into my mouth even as one of his hands slid down my back and onto my bottom.
I groaned and bucked, breaking the kiss. Kaye’s hands massaged my flesh through the fabric of the dressing gown. I ground against him and felt him grow hard as I did so.
“I want to touch your skin,” Kaye whispered into my ear.
I felt the hem of my gown graze my ankles, calves, and thighs, the fabric pooling between us as Kaye exposed me all the way up to my waist. Then his hands were on me again, light and teasing, drawing trails on my skin. Kaye traced along one of the still-sensitive arcane marks on my thigh, and I squirmed.
“Does that feel good?” he asked.
It certainly felt like something.
“That…that makes it itchy,” I replied.
“Well, then…” he said, and turned his hand to trace that line again, this time with his fingernail.
“Ohh…” I gasped.
The mixed sensations of being simultaneously caressed and scratched was new to me, but distinctly pleasurable. As Kaye located and drew his short nails over every sigil he could reach, I felt the heat return to them, became intensely aware of the sex magic that had been worked upon my body.
Desire washed over me. I was like a cup overfilled with heady wine. Whether it was some trace of that night’s magic brought back to life, or simply the pleasure of being touched by my lover, I panted and shuddered helplessly, wanting terribly and yet too enraptured to do anything about it.
I remember Kaye’s hands upon my sides, my breasts. I must have arched up to allow that, but I don’t remember doing so. The next thing I remember clearly is the clapping sound as his hand came down on my bottom. I heard it before I felt the flash of pain that so perfectly transformed into pleasure.
“Haaaah!” I gasped as his other hand came down.
I’d never been spanked before. I don’t think any of my past lovers would have dared even if I’d asked. It would have been too much like striking a Sister, a crime worse than terrible: it was unthinkable. But, Kaye, that brilliant boy, had sensed that I was ready for something a bit rougher.
If I had been in a trance before, I was now in a frenzy. I shook and shuddered so much that I was in danger of falling off of the bed. Kaye had to hold me down with one arm while he continued to work on my bottom with the other hand. At some point, I heard a strange noise, like a donkey braying. I think it was me.
Then it stopped. Kaye soothed my outraged skin with a tender touch, then dipped his hand between my legs. His fingertip traced the line of my aching slit, and I knew I was going to come.
“Haah, haah, haa…” I panted as he stroked me.
“Haaaah!” I moaned into Kaye’s neck. I’d been out of my head for a while, and as my climax receded to a faint pulsing in my loins, I returned to myself.
I lay on Kaye’s broad chest for a while, gathering my wits and my breath. Then I nuzzled his ear and whispered, “Now it’s your turn.”
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