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Authors: Roscoe James
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feet, and scowled down at her.
“Look, Madam Ambassador, I want to know what the hell you’ve done to me! And if I don’t get some answers pretty quick I’ll…I’ll…”
“You’ll what?” she challenged with a purr into his chest, a soft smile, and a touch on his bare hip.
When the brightly robed woman stepped up, stared into his eyes, and whispered something to Madam Ambassador, he wanted to…what? He only felt warmth and comfort. Something he’d felt recently. With a start, he recalled where and when.
“I’m sorry, my darling. I’m sure it’s all very confusing. Shortly I will explain. But first, my mother, the queen, would like to give you her warmest welcome to Meline.”
He’d reached his limit.
“Enough!” he bellowed and not a light blue eye in his small audience blinked.
His state of dress, or lack of it, didn’t seem to bother anyone else so he forgot about it, and standing straight as a board, his huge chest puffed out and his broad shoulders back, he announced, “If I have been taken prisoner, then so be it. But from this moment on I absolutely refuse to cooperate in any way and will provide you with only my name, rank, and serial number.”
No one moved for a few seconds, then just as quickly as they’d given their attention, Madam Ambassador turned and started speaking in Meline, the robed woman glanced at him a few times, all the while smiling and the robed man, once he’d listened to the Ambassador, fairly beamed.
In three quick strides the robed man was on him, pumping his hand and saying who knew what. A few pats on the back followed until the robed woman stepped forward, and with a bigger smile, bowed slightly and dragged the man away.
Then the Meline woman in the black tattered robe stepped up, took his hand, muttered something soft enough he could barely hear her, and turned to leave.
“That’s my aunt. She says you have the hands of a warrior and the eyes of a great lover.”
Somewhat disarmed, he tried to stop the blush that burned his neck.
At a place across from the bed where he had found no door, the three paused, the polished surface parted, and they stepped through chatting incessantly. The wall materialized immediately and he was left standing alone with Madame Ambassador.
He was still staring at the non-existent hole in the wall when he felt it. A warmth that carried a soothing vibration against his stomach. His eyes wide with surprise, he looked down and saw Madame Ambassador’s head snuggled against his chest.
A quick step back and he exclaimed, “This is crazy! You’re all cra…”
“No, my darling. Please,” she said and stepped closer. “Let me explain.”
“And that,” he spat as he jerked his thumb in the general direction of the stone slab with the gold lined body impression on top. “What the hell is that thing? Is that for sacrificing prisoners or something?”
“No, silly, that’s a birthing table.”
Wait, did she just say birthing table? Babies? He gulped.
She was wearing some dark translucent material that, while not as revealing as the veil she’d worn the first time he’d seen her, was much more suggestive and seemed to pull specific thoughts from his mind about their previous night in bed. When his cock swelled, he cringed and took another step back.
She smiled at his dilemma and offered, “Maybe if we sit down, and maybe if you will let me tell you what’s happening to your body, you will feel more at ease.”
It was like a slow burn. He could feel it inside. A fuse that was tied to the words—I have to have her. Which, frankly, he had no problem with. From where he stood she was the most desirable creature he’d ever seen.
What he couldn’t stand was the absolute lack of control he seemed to have.
When he didn’t speak she went on softly, “I can’t imagine how confused you must be.” She took a small step towards him.
“But you must believe me…” she began as she closed the space between them with
“Look, Madam Ambassador, I want to know what the hell you’ve done to me! And if I don’t get some answers pretty quick I’ll…I’ll…”
“You’ll what?” she challenged with a purr into his chest, a soft smile, and a touch on his bare hip.
When the brightly robed woman stepped up, stared into his eyes, and whispered something to Madam Ambassador, he wanted to…what? He only felt warmth and comfort. Something he’d felt recently. With a start, he recalled where and when.
“I’m sorry, my darling. I’m sure it’s all very confusing. Shortly I will explain. But first, my mother, the queen, would like to give you her warmest welcome to Meline.”
He’d reached his limit.
“Enough!” he bellowed and not a light blue eye in his small audience blinked.
His state of dress, or lack of it, didn’t seem to bother anyone else so he forgot about it, and standing straight as a board, his huge chest puffed out and his broad shoulders back, he announced, “If I have been taken prisoner, then so be it. But from this moment on I absolutely refuse to cooperate in any way and will provide you with only my name, rank, and serial number.”
No one moved for a few seconds, then just as quickly as they’d given their attention, Madam Ambassador turned and started speaking in Meline, the robed woman glanced at him a few times, all the while smiling and the robed man, once he’d listened to the Ambassador, fairly beamed.
In three quick strides the robed man was on him, pumping his hand and saying who knew what. A few pats on the back followed until the robed woman stepped forward, and with a bigger smile, bowed slightly and dragged the man away.
Then the Meline woman in the black tattered robe stepped up, took his hand, muttered something soft enough he could barely hear her, and turned to leave.
“That’s my aunt. She says you have the hands of a warrior and the eyes of a great lover.”
Somewhat disarmed, he tried to stop the blush that burned his neck.
At a place across from the bed where he had found no door, the three paused, the polished surface parted, and they stepped through chatting incessantly. The wall materialized immediately and he was left standing alone with Madame Ambassador.
He was still staring at the non-existent hole in the wall when he felt it. A warmth that carried a soothing vibration against his stomach. His eyes wide with surprise, he looked down and saw Madame Ambassador’s head snuggled against his chest.
A quick step back and he exclaimed, “This is crazy! You’re all cra…”
“No, my darling. Please,” she said and stepped closer. “Let me explain.”
“And that,” he spat as he jerked his thumb in the general direction of the stone slab with the gold lined body impression on top. “What the hell is that thing? Is that for sacrificing prisoners or something?”
“No, silly, that’s a birthing table.”
Wait, did she just say birthing table? Babies? He gulped.
She was wearing some dark translucent material that, while not as revealing as the veil she’d worn the first time he’d seen her, was much more suggestive and seemed to pull specific thoughts from his mind about their previous night in bed. When his cock swelled, he cringed and took another step back.
She smiled at his dilemma and offered, “Maybe if we sit down, and maybe if you will let me tell you what’s happening to your body, you will feel more at ease.”
It was like a slow burn. He could feel it inside. A fuse that was tied to the words—I have to have her. Which, frankly, he had no problem with. From where he stood she was the most desirable creature he’d ever seen.
What he couldn’t stand was the absolute lack of control he seemed to have.
When he didn’t speak she went on softly, “I can’t imagine how confused you must be.” She took a small step towards him.
“But you must believe me…” she began as she closed the space between them with
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