Chapter 13

After all the excitement and the delay, on the third day of a six-day, five-night journey, Seng came to me in my quarters and asked me, “Chancellor, is there something about me you don’t like? Do I not please you in any way?”

“Seng, that is a tough question to answer. I think you are a gorgeous girl. You are bright and witty, and respectful. No, there is nothing about you that turns me off, if that is what you are asking.”

“Then why, sir, with all your women, and your open admiration and attraction to them, have you shown me no attention?”

All I could do was smile at that point. Teng’s daughter, the lovely princess of the Dorse, had fallen into the trap set by her mother, my wife, and my best friend.

“Seng, you are a wonderful girl. You have, however, shown me no reason to pursue you. Are you attracted to me? Do you want my attention in that way? Could you be a loyal asset, forsaking all other men and become one of my many lovers, and love them, my other lovers, just the same? Do you even WANT to become a small part of a big family where love abounds and rewards for that love are plenty? Could you be in a relationship where even with your royal heritage you would not be in the prime position?”

“Explain that last part to me. It was sounding wonderful up until that point.”

“Seng, honey,” she blushed slightly at the use of the endearment, “I have a wife, but even she is the third in line for my attention, if not the fourth. This may sound egocentric and quite narcissistic, but it couldn’t be farther from that, and I’ll explain why if I need to. My first priority is me. I need to make sure that I am healthy of mind, body, and spirit. The reason for that is that there are billions of people, human and non-human alike, that depend on my leadership. The chancellery is not for me to control, by the way. It has been deemed upon my bloodline for millennia due to our success. That would be my second priority, although I consider it part of me, so I count it as number one, or the first.

“The second is my dear friend, confidant, and owner of my soul. Clarise Allison is the one person in this universe, who without her by my side, I am rudderless and foundering. She is a part of me. She will always be my second priority.

“The third is my wife. She is the mother of the heirs to both the Prime Seat of the Cojourn, my people, but also to the Kingdom of Thordast, her people. As well she gave birth to my first daughter, and as you have heard, she did all of that in the same day. She is a monolith. She also is madly in love with and has committed herself eternally to Clarise.

“The fourth, most probably would be Georgia. She is not only our protector, and a great source of inspiration and knowledge for us, but has committed herself to both Clarise and me for all time.

“The fifth through whatever, in no particular order, are the loves who help me see that life can be enjoyed and shared with many women in many ways. I enjoy Lina, Mina, Willaw, and Faro, all, romantically, sexually, and just as friends. IF, and I mean IF, you and I were to pursue each other in that way, you would fit into that cabal, but know this, if you and I were to beget children, you would most likely rise on that list somewhat.

“All that being said, I love all of the women fiercely and will protect them and provide for them all with all that I am. You must also remember, that somehow, as if magic had rained down on us from the Goddesses of Love and Fairness, they all love and adore each other as well, and have the same relationship with each other that they have with me. Romantic and sexual, as well as friendly. Much the same as you share with Deem, I’m sure.” She turned bright red, most likely remembering our walking in on her while Deem was administering to her carnal delights and needs that one evening. “If being in a group setting, such as this, is amenable to you, I see no reason why you can’t just kiss me and ask me if I find you desirable. No telling how I’ll react, but that would be up to you to start the conversation.”

She pulled me from my desk chair, took me to the sofa and sat me down in the middle of it. She then straddled my thighs, resting her bottom on my lap, took my ears in her fingers and pulled me to her in one of the most erotic and romantic kisses I had ever received. She was Eros incarnate.

Once she had retracted her tongue from my mouth, she smiled at me and asked, “Chancellor Charles Chase, the Third, do you find me desirable?” Her eyes spoke more than her words, and I have to admit openly that I melted in Seng’s embrace. She would rise to a higher level in my hierarchy of priority. I knew at that very instant. Remember my gift? This woman’s aura was wrapped in colorful paper with silk ribbons.

“Yes, Seng, darling, I do. More so now than ten minutes ago, I guarantee. Where does that leave us?”

“I want you to take Deem and I to lunch at the dining facility, then return here, to your quarters, and if you can spend the time away from your duties, I would like very much for you to make love to me, with Deem’s assistance. With me, Charles, I also offer you Deem’s affections. She is enamored with you, but she feels her station does not allow her to voice such feelings.”

“We’ll work that out in our own way, honey. Find your trollop and we’ll go get a bite to eat.”

It was that easy for Teng and Clarise’s plan to work. I’m sure, as I mentioned before, that Gwyneth was involved, and come to think of it, when I saw Lieutenant Maxwell and several of his men board the ship when we departed, I should have known Georgia was involved as well.

Deem entered the room, seeing Seng sitting on my lap, straddling my thighs, her skirt pulled up allowing her thighs to spread to assume that position. She raised her hand to her mouth, in surprise.

“Deem, come here, please,” Seng said to her assistant. Deem approached us, standing close with her stomach to Seng’s back, my knee between hers, as she put her hands on her mistress’s shoulders. “Lean forward, over my shoulder, please, and offer the Chancellor your lips for a kiss, baby.”

Deem did that, but upon our lips meeting, she removed one of her hands from Seng and placed it on my neck to help her balance as we kissed. Her kiss was no less erotic, no less meaningful, than Seng’s. I relished it. I knew then that the women back home were going to get an earful from yours truly.

“Let’s go eat,” Seng said, moving Deem back from me.

Even I could see the dreamy look in Deem’s eyes. I was probably suffering from the same malady. The kiss was epic. Both of them were. Seng sold me on herself with her kiss. Deem assured me that I would want her around when we, Seng and I, were sharing ourselves with each other.

Deem never said a word, just holding my hand and smiling, as I led them to the dining hall for lunch. After receiving our food, we found an out of the way table, so as not to be disturbed while spending our initial bit of bonding time together.

“Deem, I understand from your Lady that you don’t find me abhorrent and wouldn’t mind if I were to look at the both of you in an affectionate way.”

“That, Chancellor, is an understatement. I’m not much into men, since my experience with them has been rocky, at best. When I accused you of seeing me only as an object of sexual deviance, a walking pussy, if you will, I was way out of line. My apology at the time was forced. Now, let me apologize properly. I know you better. I know you a lot better, as a matter of fact, and can honestly say I am sorry I jumped to that conclusion. You have proven yourself so much more than an ordinary man with an ordinary disdain for all that is feminine. Instead, you seem to respect and admire it. That makes me want to share mine with you. I am taking this moment, this opportunity, to tell you I am more than sorry for accusing you of being a misogynistic asshole and offer myself to you, for your pleasure, as well as my Lady’s pleasure, at her discretion.”

“That is a wonderful disclosure on your part, Deem. I think I will accept your offer. Seng has approached me, romantically, and I am going to accept. When we return to our suite...”

“Our suite, Charles?”

“Yes, Seng. If you become one, or two, with Deem, of my cherished women, you will be sharing the suite at times, therefore I can say ‘our suite’.” She smiled, Deem grinned. “In any case, I want us to return to our suite after we eat our lunch and spend some quality time together. I don’t have much to do between now and Outer Solon, so we will have a chance to get to know each other.”

“Intimately?” Deem asked.

“Very?” I answered with a question, placing my hand upon hers on the table and squeezing it gently in a caress. Her wide smile was telling.

Upon our return to the room, the girls conspired a bit in the head, then came back out, naked, threw their clothes on the easy chair, and after undressing me as well, pulled me into the shower and washed me top to bottom, spending ample time in between. Seng showed Deem how to orally please me, releasing a bit of pressure, and explaining that I would last longer in bed from what she had heard. Deem had heard how gross it was doing that with a man’s tool, but after doing just that and feeling me begin the spasms of orgasm, was so engrossed in the action that she finished every drop from me and swallowed every tidbit.

“Much unlike all the warnings, that was amazing. The taste is not all that great, but the feeling, the action, the warmth, and the pride I felt as I did that for you, Chancellor, was amazing and well worth it.”

“Thank you, Deem. You are a sweetheart. That felt absolutely wonderful. I’m going to wash the two of you, now, with each other’s help, I hope, then we can talk about what you want from me. Does that sound good?” I got nods from each and was handed a washrag full of soap to use on them while they shampooed each other’s hair.

Fully rinsed, then dried, the three of us sat on the bed and talked while the girls dried and brushed each other’s locks, Seng having short platinum blonde hair, and Deem having a longer and slightly darker blonde mane.

“So, Seng, what is your expectation of our relationship?”

“I want to stay with you until I must return to Chartis Two to be crowned. I also want you to make love to me, often, I think, and maybe even give my mother a grandchild to spoil.”

“Deem, what about you?” I asked.

“I want you to love me, hold me, make love to me, and treat me as one of your concubines, bringing us both romantic and sexual pleasure, but still allow me to serve my Lady Seng in her endeavors. I also might ask that you provide me a child, but I will not be able to offer it to my parents to spoil, as I have none anymore.”

“I’m sorry to hear that, Deem.”

“Don’t be, Chancellor. They were not good people. They were ended, terminated, because of their crimes against others, and would have most likely ruined my life as well, had I been just a couple of years older. It happened that they were caught in extreme pedophilic crimes when I was but three years old. Queen Teng herself presided over the trial, a fair one, according to my parents’ attorneys, and sentenced them to death herself. More water under the bridge of life.”