Little One 2

Probably going to be a few updates in rapid succession here soon. I have the next seven chapters written, but the last to need some revision still. But, I am enough ahead that I want to get some of them posted.

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She was moping again, Jess surmised within a second of entering her mistress’ room. The woman in question was standing by the western window watching the distant horizon as if waiting for something. This wasn’t the first time Jess had noticed it over the past few days, and it was beginning to worry her.

Unbeknownst to her was the other slave that that had visited her mistress the night before. She had spent the night quietly recooperating from the trip. But that one night alone after the long trip, where she had had no contact from her beloved Empress, was the proverbial straw that broke the camel’s back. She craved touch again, craved to touch and be touched, reminded how wonderful it felt to be near another person.

It was that desperation that led her to gently touch her mistress’ back when normally she would leave the older woman alone in her thoughts. Kateri turned with a sad, tired sort of smile, and jess couldn’t help but press her lips to that melancholy expression, wishing it away with a warm mouth and plying tongue.

Kateri leaned against the windowsill, content to let her slave take the lead a bit. Jess so rarely showed any
initiative, Kateri was hesitant to stop it.

“May I?” Jess asked, pulling away gently to ask the question. Her hand rested on the top of Kateri’s pants. Quirking a slender eyebrow, Kateri nodded her consent with curiosity, what was Jess planning on doing?
Instead of removing the woman’s pants, though, Jess quickly slid her hands under Kateri’s shirt and pushed it up until the older woman had to help remove it. Jess’ hands only flightily danced over Kateri’s breasts before she returned to her original mission.

The garment blocking Jess was also quickly removed, the satin material pooling at Kateri’s ankles.

She knelt demurely and the beauty of the practiced gesture was not lost on Kateri. Small hands brushed her thighs and Kateri obligingly hopped onto the sill, spreading her knees and giving access to her little slave.
It felt awkward to be so exposed before her little slave. She wasn’t normally inclined to allow someone such access to her body; here she was spread so vulnerably. But her own trepidation about allowing this vanished when Jess’ warm little mouth descended on her sensitive flesh.

A moan escaped her lips as the nimble tongue of her current favorite slave darted out to pierce her sex once.

Hands tangled in soft brown stands as Kateri urged Jess on. It was an art the girl had learned from observation and experience.

Pain throbbed in Kateri’s lip when she bit it to stifle the scream of her climax moments later. The girl was getting too good at this. Jess drew away to watch her mistress’ face relaxing from its orgasmic contortions.

When her mistress’ eyes reopened they immediately sought hers, and a gentle smile graced Kateri’s face as she
ran a thumb over Jess’ lips.

Kaia was an infatuation, but Jess already had a place in her heart.


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On soft feet like a small mouse, Kaia quietly trod to the back door she knew as the servant’s entrance to the Empress’ rooms. Feeling a bit uneasy about sneaking up there, Kaia hesitated before turning the doorknob and creeping the door open. It had swung in only a few degrees before she heard a low moan and halted her hand. Shifting her weight she aligned herself with the crack in the door, peering into the room beyond.

The small slave she had seen with the Empress on the trip home from the fair was now lying naked in bed with Kaia’s new owner pressed against her. Both of them were flushed and panting slightly. Kateri’s thigh rubbed against Jess’ sex and made her little slave writhe. This gave Kateri a chance to grind her own pelvis onto Jess’ leg. Both cried out at the feeling.

Kaia’s face heated quickly at the sight. Never had she seen another woman naked before and now here were two, naked and rubbing against each other in passion. Her eyes darted down to her hand, wondering why the appendage refused to cooperate with her and pull the door shut.

A loud, high cry echoed from the room and Kaia’s eyes darted back up. Kateri had slid down Jess’ body and was busying herself with the younger girl’s sex.

Sweet sounds and barely audible whispers of encouragement came from the girl as she trembled beneath Kateri.

When her last, loud scream filled the air and signaled Jess’ release, Kateri crawled back up to kiss her slave and smear her juices across her mouth.

“I love watching you; I love knowing I can make you scream. You lose all control of yourself, and it’s marvelous to watch.”

Kaia stayed a moment after Kateri’s confession before slowly closing the door before either of the two realized she was there.

She turned, ready to bolt down the stairs when she collided with something firm, something warm, and something that hadn’t been there a moment ago. Looking up she met the look of a heavily scarred man who gazed back at her with what she supposed was amusement, it was hard to tell. He leaned down and offered her a hand up, but she scrambled backwards and pushed herself up against the wall, regaining her footing.

In doing so she had pressed herself into a corner. But this she realized only as he approached, pinning her to the wall. A scream threatened in her throat, but she couldn’t draw the air as the horrible man approached. Gloved hands snaked out from beneath his robes and reached out to caress her. His touch was gentle and innocuous, keeping to her arms and shoulders, but his presence seemed to violate her in a deeper way.

“See something you like?”

She shook her head in reply, raw terror washing over her still as she stared at him, but it occurred to her a moment later he was referring not to himself, but the scene she had witnessed in Kateri’s room.

“She can do that to you, too, you know. She loves watching them writhe beneath her.”

His hand had wandered, fingers trailing the length of her neck down to the collar of her shirt. Trying to jerk a way, she only succeeded in pressing his hand closer to her breast with her struggling. It was odd, he was barely touching her, and apart from the lustful look in his eye, he hadn’t made too bold a move towards her. It frightened her that she was nearly shivering then, with so little contact. He had power over her.

Power, she thought again, just as Kateri had power over the girls in her bed, turning them into wanton things, unable to control themselves. Control, power, it was all the same with them. She shoved past his suddenly, unwilling to remain any longer while he played his game. His dark laughter followed her down the stairs.


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Jaret shoved once again into Jess. A smirk fixed itself on his face when she gasped in pleasure and lifted her his to meet his. He helped her and guided her hips into a different angle which drove his manhood over the spot inside her again and again.

It was over when he pressed his thumb over her clit, sending her careening over the edge into blissful orgasm. Her head hit the pillow a second later, eyes fluttering closed. He groaned, knowing she had passed out. It wasn’t in him to keep using her body once she had blacked out. He withdrew with a groan, still hard and slick from her body. He rose from the bed to go to the bathroom attached to Kateri’s suite to finish himself. As he turned though, he could not help but catch the eye of his old classmate and friend where she sat, fingers rubbing firmly over her sex.

Not sure what compelled him to do so, he padded over nimbly to her side and covered her hand with his own.
Kateri’s deep blue eyes met his with shock and confusion clouding them and replacing the lust that had held them transfixed a moment before. Tentatively, Jaret leaned forward and kissed her chastely. It was more a brushing of lips, a caress, than an actual kiss. But he knew by the look in her eyes she understood his unspoken question.
Too many questions flooded her mind, racing about, shaking her out of her daze.

“Why?”

It struck him as an odd question, one he would have liked to ask himself, and in sheer surprise he replied simply, “Why what?”

His hand still rested on top of hers; it was larger and extended beyond her fingers to touch the cloth hiding her sex from him. She pushed him away, unable to think like that, and immediately saw the rejection in his eyes.

Before he could leave she caught his hand and drew it to her cheek, nuzzling it and begging for him to remain.

Trying to fight the sting of rejection, he took a calming breath and asked again, “What do you mean ‘why’?”

“You never once pursued me; never once did you look my way in school. I must have watched you play your games with every girl there, watched you tease and torment them because they so badly wanted you, but never me. You never turned that devious smile my way. I assumed you never wanted me.”

Her eyes were lowered, and she spoke so softly Jaret strained to hear her. Where was his imperious Empress? His
constant, unshakable queen? Had she been hiding this insecurity for all these years, just because his childhood self could not face the intimidating force that was the future empress?

That had been his reason. Her identity as heiress had been hidden from their classmates; he alone knew, for his mother had worked for Kateri’s mother when she reigned. He alone, out of all of them, knew that Kateri was indeed the princess, and the power she held in her hands, even as a child, scared him. It wasn’t until years later that he had seen her as a person, a classmate, a friend, and then chasing after her like she was one of those other, empty headed girls seemed insulting to both of them.

So he had remained vigilantly by her side during her early reign, content to watch her move and flow among the diplomats and the upper crust of every society on the planet. Then, after he was captured and returned to her so badly scarred, he saw the look of terror in her eyes. It was only a glimmer, and only for a second, and later she had cried on his shoulder and said she wished she could have changed it all, but it was still that first flicker that told him she would never come to him.

He couldn’t tell her this, it bit into him too deeply, so he muttered what truth he could tell, “You never seemed interested in me; I could play those games with those girls because they chased after me day and night, but you always stood alone, you chased no one.”

“I’m sorry,” came a whisper. She knew he would understand. She was sorry he could not find a lover of his own, and only the wanton child that lay in her bed would accept him. She was sorry she assigned him to that mission, and that he was captured, and tortured and had lost so much more than his looks. She was sorry she never let him know she wanted him. She was sorry she never tried to befriend him when they were younger.

She still had his hand in hers, and without another word, for there were no more words that could have been said between them without breaking that comfortable friendship they had built, she pressed that hand to her breast and squeezed it reassuringly. Her simple urging spoke more for what had happened between them than he could reason with, so instead he lifted his other hand to mirror its brother as he pushed her back against the chair, claiming her lips in a desperate kiss that had been building between them for years.

Her hands snaked around his neck and her legs around his waist. His hands trailed around and down until he cupped her buttocks and lifted her clearly off the chair and carried her to the couch.
When he reached it and had laid her down, he pulled at her clothes and in seconds she was naked beneath him. It wasn’t the first time he had seen her bare and exposed. For the past several months he had enjoyed her little slave, the only one who could accept him.

Sometimes, like tonight, Kateri watched them as he ravaged her little one; other nights he watched them move together like playful cats on a bed of silk. Never, though, had they been together on the bed, each dancing around their feelings for fear of the other’s feelings. But there was no denying it now, that she wanted him and he wanted her, as she moaned at his touch and reached to grasp his neglected shaft, gone half soft during their talk. Emotions weren’t always the best turn on.

But he returned to his glory after a few quick pumps of her hand. He groaned at the feeling of her skillful touch, but was otherwise occupied exploring her as he wished he could have done a thousand other times. She had a few scars of her own to trace over with eager fingers and tongue; one to the side of her knee made her squirm as he gently nibbled and bit the sensitive skin there. Another faint one across her ribs begged for a string of
kisses to be planted there. Moving upwards past her breasts, a nick on her collarbone earned him a gasp as he savaged her neck and covered it with love bites.

Kateri tried to move beneath him, and finally succeeded wrapping her leg around his hip. When she reared up and pressed their hot sexes together they hissed in agreed pleasure.

He couldn’t take it any longer, as sweet as it was to finally hold and caress her, he needed to be surrounded by her warmth now.

The tip of his cock spread her folds and he was pleased to see how wet and ready she was. If their show before hadn’t excited her, the past few minutes had. Knowing she could handle it, he thrust forward roughly, finally crying out when he rammed home into that tight, wet canal. She had arched off the couch with his thrust, surprised by his force.

She realized he had been delicately careful with Jess, but Kateri, no, she wouldn’t frighten so easily. They had stood together through thick and thin before, and she wouldn’t run just because the big bad monster in her bed was being a little rough.

A hiss escaped her when he bit down on her neck again, setting his thrusting pace as fast and as hard as he could. So rarely was she dominated by a man, she forgot how good it could be. Jaret had her trust, unlike so many others.

But his prelude with Jess and the sudden heat of their encounter left him raw and sensitive, and just as Kateri crashed over the peak of her orgasm at the work of his skillful hands, he followed his Empress and friend into sweet oblivion.

Eyes cracked open moments later, and he tried to find the strength to push off her, hearing she was breathing as heavily as he was. She probably wasn’t able to breathe too well with his weight crushing her to the couch. He laughed as her blue eyes, once again clouded by lust, sought out his from beneath her tousled hair. She smiled and returned the laugh, and they collapsed again together, laughing as quickly as they could draw breath.


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