Roswell Fanatics

Title: The Gift
Author: magikhands
Category: AU- a distant land in my mind- no aliens
Rating: Definately ADULT
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the story, just borrowing the characters
Summary: This is a story I wrote about 5 years ago and decided to change the characters to those of Roswell. I thought about making this a polar fic but my dreamer heart won out.

This takes place in a land where women rule and men are...well let's just say that they are used for more fun activities ...Max is given to a ruler as a gift...What more can I say...

Warning: Explicit sex scenes and bondage is used in this story. This is definately not one to read if you are not into those things...

The Gift

Chapter 1

One after another, men were brought up and sold like cattle. They were all shapes, sizes, ages, and color. This was the last day of the annual trade auction but Isabel stayed. She had bought all that was needed until next year but she was determined to bear the perfect gift upon her return home. Near the end of the day, one man finally caught her attention. He was brought to the stage like all the others but this one was wearing restraints. He wore dirty, metal shackles upon his wrists and ankles with a chain linking them together, making it difficult for the man to move about. One look and every one could see that this man before them was nothing but trouble.

Isabel moved closer to get a better look at the man. She could see that this one was neither a peasant nor slave-born. He stood tall with his head high despite the chains that weighed his body down. Isabel could also see that his build was muscular and well-defined and healthy looking. The man had long dark hair and facial hair that was matted and thick. His body was covered in so much dirt and grim one could imagine the smell that he reeked. His chest and back bore both old and fresh marks of the whip indicating his troublesome nature. His body language yelled rebellion. But Isabel saw that something was different about him. His bright amber eyes still held life and an intelligence that is not common among the type of men that was usually sold at market.

This is exactly what I’m looking for. She thought smiling to herself.

The bidding went quickly for no one else wanted the dirty, ragged looking man. When money was exchanged and arrangements made, Isabel went back to her camp to make accommodations for the new slave.

Sometime later…

Isabel stood outside her tent and watched, as the slaves that were purchased filed past. They were being taken to a special tent set up for the slaves. When the man in shackles was about to pass by, she stepped up and stopped him. She nodded to the one who was escorting him and took the dirty slave to a tent next to hers.

Max stood in the middle of the tent and saw that it was a small bathing tent. He quickly assessed his new surroundings. Two women dressed in clothing similar to warriors with swords on their hips stood at the entrance, blocking his path out. Two other women were busy, filling the large tub in the middle and gathering supplies. They both wore long white sleeveless dresses. The woman who bought him stood before him and unlocked all of his shackles, letting them fall to the ground. She took her leave without a word.

The two women in white came and ushered him to a chair where they shaved his face and cut his hair to a much shorter length. Max was instructed to undress out of his rags and to get into the tub that he found to be warm and inviting. The heat of the water soaked into his tired and sore muscles. The tension that ran through his body fled for a short time.

After allowing him to soak for several minutes, the women began to bathe him using soaps that were not familiar scents to him. Max noted that these women were not dressed as peasants or slaves nor had the slave emblems yet they did the job of one. When the water turned cool, he was helped out and oil was applied to his skin and a clean garment that resembled a loincloth was placed around his waist.

One of the warrior women who stood at the entrance approached Max and placed a new set of shackles on his wrists. These were made of gold with an emblem that he had never before seen. There were two oblong half circles opposite of one another with a dot in the middle. Once secured, he was escorted to another tent.

Max was placed in a small room in a large tent. Another shackle was placed on his ankle that held a chain leading to a peg in the ground. There was but a small cot in the room and nothing else. When his guard left him alone, he tried to pull the peg from the ground but it would not budge, no matter how hard he tried. Neither could he dig around it for the earth was like rock.

Sitting on the cot to rest, exhaustion filled his body. He tried to think of another way to escape but found his mind feeling hazy and unable to clearly think. He lay on the cot and drifted off to sleep.

TBC...

So, what do you think? Should I continue this??? or just stop and delet it???

Wow! Thanks guys for all the fb and encouragement. A special Hi to all the Slash Ho's who came over to check this out. I promise to do my best on the smut scenes for you all...As I said before, this fic is pretty much already written, just got to make a few changes here and there so hopefully the parts will come out quicker than my other fics but I won't abandon them either.This is the first time that anyone has EVER seen this story so I hope everyone will enjoy it...OK, this part just sets up the background of how Max got to where he is today but it gets better...Thanks again for the fb...


Chapter 2

Max found himself in a room that was dim and dirty. Its stale, mildew smell filled his nose. Slowly he opened his eyes slightly and took a look around. He saw that there were many men in the room. He could not see the number because of the dim light. Near him, he saw that some held knives in their hands. His only thought was of escape but he waited.

Seeing his opportunity, Max jumped up and attacked the man closest to him. He used all the strength he could muster as he swung, throwing punches left and right. He took hold of a dropped knife and attacked a man coming for him. Max was able to spill the blood of several men before he was finally overpowered. They held him down on the floor and he felt the punches and kicks that landed on his body as it filled with intense pain.

Sitting up quickly, Max stared wide-eyed at nothing but still felt the phantom pain run through his body as sweat poured down his body, a scream stuck in his throat. Slowly he became aware of where he was. He remembered the auction, the bath and the strange symbols on the shackles. Darkness had filled the room while he had slept but he suddenly felt eyes upon him. A light from outside his room was lit and he could see a form that it fell on. Looking closer, he saw that it was the woman who had bought him standing near his doorway. They looked at each other for several moments before Isabel broke the silence.

“I’m Isabel. What do they call you?

After a pause, a hoarse but strong voice answered her. “Max.”

Isabel approached and unlocked the shackle from his ankle. “Well Max, shall we get you something to eat?”

Max watched as she left the room feeling a little confused with his entire situation. Slowly Max got up and followed as the muscles within him protested every movement. It had been a long time since he was able to move so freely.

He walked into the larger area of the tent where there was a table with two places set with food and drink. Isabel motioned for him to sit across from where she was. Controlling the urge to eat everything in sight, Max ate slow and only a small portion. The meal was spent in silence.

Feeling more satisfied with his hunger sated he took a look at the woman before him. She was a beautiful woman. Her long blonde hair was held back at the nape of her neck and the voluptuous curves of her body was not hidden by her clothing. She was delicious to look at to say the least. It had been a long time since he was in the presence of a female let alone laid with one. She looked to be just a year or so older than him and from her demeanor, she was a person of high rank.

“I’m told that you have the mark of Royalty. How much did you pay to get it?”

Max said nothing, glaring at her, his anger and distrust visible on his face.

Isabel rose from her seat and walked around to him. She pushed his head forward and looked at the back of his neck. At the base of his skull was the Royal symbol of two swirls almost joining together with a dot in the middle symbolizing the Royal Kingdom and its surrounding areas. She placed her hand over the mark and knew immediately that it was authentic. Isabel sat back down in her chair and eyed the new slave.

“Tell me of yourself. Royal blood is a rarity on the slave block. Especially when they do not advertise it and gain a large profit.” Patiently she waited.

Max was reluctant to tell his story for fear of not being believed again. At times he thought that his life before was just a dream or maybe this one was a horrible nightmare that he could not wake from. There were times where he was unsure which was true. He looked at Isabel and saw that she was going to wait until he spoke. Her face was expressionless but he could see the determination in her eyes. Max took a deep breath before beginning his tale.

“I am Maxwell Zander Evans, the son of King Philip of Antar. I am its rightful ruler. My twin brother who desired our father’s throne betrayed me. I was first born so I was to inherit the throne upon our father’s death. My brother, Khivar has always been jealous that it was not he that was first.

“About one year ago, if my timing is right, I was married to a neighboring princess, Tessa Harding. We had been betrothed since her birth and had always been good friends. We loved each other and were very content with our life. Though I was not the true love that she desired to have in her life, we both made the sacrifice for our kingdoms. Again Khivar wanted what I had though he never dared to show it to anyone but me. By the week’s end of our marriage, our father suddenly died in his sleep. He had not been ill so this was a great shock to all. I believed that Khivar had a hand in his death but I had no proof.”

Max paused and took a deep breath. The betrayal of his brother ran deep.

“As my kingdom mourned the loss of a great king, they also rejoiced having a new King and Queen. But that too ended to more mourning I’m sure. Within two weeks of my father’s death, Khivar struck.

“I heard of some problems out by an empty barn being rebuilt that needed my attention so I took several men out there to check around. When I realized that something was not right, someone came up from behind and knocked me out.

“Next I knew, I woke and found that I was lying on the floor of what looked like an old shed. I heard several men talking before I could manage to open my eyes. They obviously did not think of me as a threat because they did not have me bound. They thought I was still unconscious but I waited until the time was right and surprised them attempting my escape. During the fight I killed a few but others came and there were just too many.

“When they finally had me subdued and bound, Khivar made his entrance. He wore a pleased smile like that of the cat who had ate the canary. I was stripped of my clothing which was handed over to Khivar. Still, I lunged at him as anger took over. During the fight earlier, I had been wounded in the side with a knife. He saw the blood dripping down and took his hand and dug it deep into my wound. The pain was excruciating that it brought me to my knees.”

Max paused again and Isabel saw that it this was hard on him, to tell her the details and the hurt that he felt because of his brother’s deeds. Isabel’s silence and easygoing behavior encouraged him to go on with his story. For some reason he wanted someone to hear him, to hear the truth of who he really was. He felt that he could trust Isabel to believe him.

Max sat there and relived the events that had forever changed his life.

He saw his brother’s face before him. Not releasing his hand from the wound, he leaned in close so that Max could clearly hear his low voice.

“I will greatly mourn the loss of my dear brother and this horrific accident that fell upon him.” Khivar mocked. “The dear Queen Tessa will nee a shoulder to cry on and being next in line for the crown, she will do her duty and marry me.”

“If you touch her, I’ll kill you.” Max said through gritted teeth as he clung to consciousness. He knew that Tessa would marry him out of duty and even come to love him if he kept his evil ways from her. They had always gotten along through the years.

Khivar face sobered. “I’m sorry brother but dead men can’t kill.”

“I heard him order that the barn be burned along with one of the men that I had killed dressed in my clothing. He then twisted his hand further and the pain overwhelmed me. I blacked out and remembered nothing until I woke chained in the hull of a slave ship. My wound had been bandaged and with all the bruises and cuts, I was almost unrecognizable. When we finally landed, I was immediately handed over to the slave master that Khivar had a deal with.”

Max’s lips turned up in what was almost a smile but it did not reach his eyes. “When he made his deal with Khivar, he did not expect me to be his most difficult slave he ever possessed. I have been very hard to get rid of.” He turned to Isabel, looking directly into her dark eyes. “Who is my Master? You?”

Isabel smiled and shook her head. “No, as much as I would like to keep you all to myself, you would prove a bit difficult for me. You, Max of Antar are to be my personal gift to my Queen.”

With that she rose and led him back to the small room and shackled him back to the peg. “Rest now. We have a week of travel ahead of us before we are home. We leave early in the morning.”

Softly Max spoke watching Isabel leave the room. “Let’s see if I make it there.”

TBC...

My husband went out with the guys tonight so I have some time to work on my fics

I am so glad to see so many new readers to my fic and of course a lot of the SHs...Thanks so much for the fb and interest.

Dee- Questions already? To be honest, this story strictly ahears to Max and Liz...It is a thought to do a sequel after I'm done with this to tie up the loose ends (Khivar and Tessa)

Scottie-Thought you'd get dragged in by just my warning ...More corruption is being tossed your way

J- How did you know??? But I think I will surprise you some!!

Chapter 3


Max quickly learned that this camp made of only women were highly intelligent and efficient. He had underestimated the women and realized that there was not escape from his captivity. By day, he was chained with the other male slaves and at night he slept chained to Isabel’s bed and well guarded at all times. There was never a time when he did not have at least four guards around him.

He and Isabel spent a lot of time together discussing a great many things. His evenings with Isabel had become very enjoyable. He found her interesting. She was the Captain of the guards in her land. A highly respected position and one that required a lot of intelligence. She asked many questions of his homeland and their ways while she in turn told him things of what was to be his new home, Pathia.

There were also other aspects of their time together that he enjoyed. That first night of travel, he found that Isabel was a very talented woman. After they ate, she took him to her bed. There he found pleasure like none other. He found that she was very skilled with her mouth, as she would suck his cock deep into her throat, literally making him weak in his knees. In turn he would suck, lick and tease her body until she climaxed, sometimes several times in a night. Many times, Max wanted to embed his stiff, thick cock deep within her but she always refused, saying that that pleasure would be for her Queen.

During the day, Max and the other slaves spoke freely among each other. They were the only other men in the caravan. He heard stories of Pathia, this mysterious, legendary land where women ruled while men were used to work the fields and in other capacities that pleased the women. He had heard some of the stories when he was a young boy but it was just a myth, or so he thought.

Most of the men were excited about going. Most were poor or born as slaves. They had all heard the stories of the women’s sex drive and would gladly and willingly do their bidding. When work of Max being a special gift reached the men, they were envious of him. Max held a different opinion.

When they finally reached Pathia, a crowd of women were at the gates waiting for them. They immediately took over the care of the men leading them in different directions, what Max assumed would be their new homes. Max was unchained from the rest and taken to the Palace where it was obvious the Queen lived. He was then handed over to a man named Alex. He was a tall man with dark hair and eyes that seemed to dance. Max found that he did not look much older than himself but found that Alex was an enthusiastic man. He loved to talk and Max found it hard not to smile when he was around Alex.

“I think you will do well here in Pathia Max. I am a fourth generation bather for the Queens. It’s an honor to have this position.”

“You were born here? You’ve never left to see what else there is out there?” Max asked looking at Alex curiously while he stepped into the large tub that was sunken into the floor. The water was warm and felt good to his body as he sat on the stone seat and closed his eyes.

Max heard someone enter the water and opened his eyes to see Alex in the tub with soap and towel in hand. “I’ve heard what it is like out there. I’d never make it. I’m very happy here.”

Alex came up and had Max turn while he started washing Max’s back with the cloth. “Do you belong to anyone?”

Alex smiled at Max who had turned his head to look at the other man. “I am not a slave since I was born here. I have a mate. She is the one who bought you, Isabel.”

Max was surprised and suddenly he felt his face turn red and turned back to look straight ahead least Alex see his reaction. Max was just hoping that Alex never found out the things that he and Isabel had done on their journey to Pathia. Also he could never imagine anyone like Isabel with Alex. She was a strong woman and Alex, well, he had just met the man but he just didn’t see them as a couple.

“She’s a great lover isn’t she?” Alex asked as he continued his motions with the cloth down an arm.

“What?” Max choked out.

He heard Alex chuckle. “Things are different here Max. Women are free to have as many lovers as they choose and to do what they want with the men here. But they only have one mate. The one to father their children. Isabel has just spent seven days traveling with you, I know paying extra attention to you because you are a gift to our Queen. I know that she could not resist such a man like you. So, tell me, did you enjoy her?”

Max glanced up at Alex who had moved around to Max’s chest. The look in Alex’s eyes told Max that he was really wanting to know, as if to confirm the pride he had in his mate.

“Isabel is an incredible lover.” Max said softly. Never in his life had he admitted such a thing to another man. In Antar, things like that just weren’t talked about. Let alone tell a woman’s lover that.

Alex smiled broadly, proud of his mate. “Thank you Max for taking care of her.”

While Alex finished bathing Max, he spoke of Pathia and what was expected of Max as a slave to the Queen. Alex stressed several times about being subservient to the Queen. When a fresh wrap was around Max’s waist, the two guards that had stood inside the door escorted him to a room where they left him.

Max stalked the room, looking for a way to escape. He had tried to pay attention to his surroundings and memorize the way he’d come. He was determined to escape and go back home to reclaim his rightful throne. Nothing would stand in the way.

Max turned to the door when he heard it open and found the most beautiful woman he’d ever laid eyes upon. She was not very tall and had long, silky dark hair. Her eyes were a deep brown hue that he could easily drown in. Her skin was smooth and darkened slightly by the sun. She was absolutely exquisite.

This enchanting woman approached him, taking in the sight of him. Softly, she placed her hand on his chest. She felt the beat of his heart quicken under her hand. She also noticed that his muscles tensed with her touch, how his jaw clenched tightly and heard the small gasp from his beautiful lips. It was very obvious that he did not want her touching him. With a slight smile, she walked a circle around him, letting her hand slide smoothly on his body.

“Isabel’s gift lacks originality I fear but…you are the nicest yet.”

This statement seemed to inflame him more. “Don’t touch me.” Max said through clenched teeth, fighting the urge to jerk from her, yet at the same time wanting more of her touch.

“Do you not like to be touched?” His tense body and silence gave her the answer. “You may not like it now but soon you will be begging for my touch. You will be taught to not be so bold in your tone to me. I am you Queen and you are mine to do as I please.”

“I belong to no one.” He murmured low and defiant.

Without warning, Max ran toward the window dragging a blanket from the bed with him. He lept and crashed himself through the window blanket first. He landed hard on the ground and rolled away from the building. Jumping up, he sprinted to his left hoping that it was the correct way but within moments he heard the pounding of horses behind him. Ahead of him, he saw a tall brick wall. If he could only make it before the horses reached him. Right before he made it to the wall a net fell over Max causing him to stumble and fall.

The women guards approached him cautiously as he struggled to free himself from the net. One came close and was able to use a strange device on him making Max go unconscious. Once they were sure that the slave before them was no longer a threat, they slung him over a horse and led it back to the Palace. There, they placed him in a damp cell, where he was shackled to a wall.

TBC...

Just a short little chapter before heading off to work...Thanks for the feedback

Chapter 4

Liz stood in the room, looking at the broken window. At the sound of breaking glass, her guards had entered. She quickly issued orders, confident that they would retrieve her new slave.

Liz stood there even after the others were gone, left to wander her thoughts. She had put off making her decision for as long as she could but it could no longer be denied. Her people were restless. It was past time for her to chose a mate and bare an heir for her kingdom. The laws gave little leeway to the matter. Her time of freedom was coming to an end. First she needed to chose a mate. The reason for all of her ‘gifts’ of late and the many women bringing their sons to parade and dote on their Queen.

What very few people understood was that Liz wanted more than just a man to warm her bed and provide an heir. She wanted companionship, true loyalty, and sometimes a bit of a challenge, something different. She wanted a man that had intelligence and could keep her intriguiged. She wanted someone she could love and who loved her for who she really was, not what she was.

When Isabel had come to her and told her she had a gift waiting for her, Liz held little enthusiasm. So many times lately people had brought her men as gifts hoping that she would chose one for her mate. They all seemed the same, boring. Not wanting to hurt her dear friend, Liz accepted her ‘gift’.

As Liz had entered the room, her breath caught, causing her to stop. Standing before her was the most handsome man she’d ever seen. Looking directly into his golden eyes, Liz almost jumped as the silent lightening passed between them. She could feel the draw to him and did not resist it. The urge to touch and feel him under her hand was too strong to ignore. When she touched him, his warmth was like fire to her hands and it soon consumed her. She wanted more. She wanted him as she felt a tingling in her core and feeling the wetness begin to gather.

When Max moved from her touch, his warmth lingered and all she could do was stare at the space he once occupied. A smile formed on her lips, Liz knew that this was what she’d been waiting for.

TBC...

This fic is already written, I'm just going through and making small changes and correcting the mistakes I find so I will post pretty regular...But fear not SH...New part to UL will be up by Monday (when my life gets back to normal! ) so keep watch... *HUGS*

Boy, I'm loving all this feedback!!! It's so encouraging...

Sending a big sorry to all the Slash Ho's, no slash in here but...don't think that I didn't think about it when I was reviewing and making some changes...It was so tempting but I'm saving all my slashiness for my baby, UL

I hope I haven't confused too many people with Max being with Isabel and not Liz right now. Put yourself in his shoes...He was raised to be King, the leader, controller but sold into slavery. Then comes Isabel who he finds of equal intelligence and all that and Hey! he hadn't had any in a long long time...Now he's given to some Queen who wants him to bow down to her. Against all his raising so he's going to give her a fuss...

Oh and about him being married to Tessa...It was only for a week and everyone thinks he's dead...Technically, she's a widow...

Right about here I start with the bondage and explicit sex scenes so if it's not for you...well you know the drill...Here the next part, a little longer...

Chapter 5

There was a pounding in his head as Max woke. He groaned as he sat up willing his stomach to quit its churning. Looking around he remembered what had happened. His failed escape. Taking in his setting, Max saw that he was in some sort of cell. He figured that this was his punishment for trying to escape. The room had a small window near the ceiling but it was too far for him to reach. Max settled back knowing that for the moment there was not a way to escape but knew that there would be another time, another opportunity.

Max sat in the quiet room and watched the shadows change as the sun set the room darkening. He heard voices on the other side of his door. The door then opened and four guards walked in. One lit a lantern that was on the wall while two approached, one held a metal device in hand. It was two pieces of metal melted together shaped like an X. Each end had a cuff attached to it. Max gave little resistance as they positioned him, arms behind his back and placed a cuff on each ankle and wrist. He had to spread his knees wider and lean back slightly in order to keep his balance. He had found in the past that he hurt a lot less when resistance was withheld. The contraption left him with very little movement. A gag was then placed in his mouth.

When the guards left the room, Liz walked in. She wore a flowing long gown a few shades lighter than her eyes. Kneeling in front of him, she looked into his eyes. Max’s breath caught as her scent filled his nose. She smelled of the sweet fragrance of apples.

“I will break you, my stubborn King. You will beg for my touch when I am through with you.” She said softly.

Liz placed one hand gently on his chest, his warmth immediately flowing into her. Max twisted, trying to avoid her touch but his bonds would not allow it. She ran her other hand through his dark hair. Again, he tried to twist away from her but she just grasped his hair and pulled him near her yet careful not to hurt him. Finally he stopped his struggle and settled under her touch. Her fingers gently played in his hair as their eyes locked, both showing their resolve to not give in.

Liz slid her hands down his body. His muscles reacted by pulsating and twitching as they tightened where her fingers flowed. Liz caressed every inch of his upper body before slowly trailing her hands down lower. She leaned forward and licked at one of his nipples, feeling it harden under her tongue while a hand cupped his manhood. Switching to his other waiting nipple she began a slow rub on his cock, feeling it grow in her hand. Taking her other hand, she lightly cradled his balls giving them a gently squeeze.

Though Max did not want her touching him, he longed for more. He wanted nothing more at the moment than to throw her on the floor and thrust his hard cock deep into her until she screamed his name. Liz stopped her ministrations when Max groaned and noted his harsh breath as his chest heaved. She saw that his jaw was clenched on the gag and his eyes were darkened by desire. Gently she touched her lips to his as they wrapped around his gag before she stood and walked out of the room without looking back.

It was sometime later before the guards entered and released Max. Exhausted and his head still pounding, he collapsed on the cot. His body felt like it was on fire as his need burned inside though his skin was cool to the touch. His mind was a whirlwind as he tried to sort the confusion he felt with his emotions. He wanted to hate this woman who demanded that he kneel before her, to escape her dominating person but at the same time he long to do as she commanded. He wanted to hear her cry his name as he pleased her, to be the only one to draw out the wildness he could sense in her that was buried within her body. Soon sleep over took him leaving him with unfulfilled dreams.

It was not until the door closed behind her that Liz took her first deep breath since entering the room. She leaned on the door and wondered if she could do this without breaking down herself.

Liz started walking away from the cells when Isabel caught up with her. Liz had refused to have anyone in the room with her while she was with Max so Isabel personally stood guard and ready if her Queen needed any assistance. Isabel at first was a little worried at Liz’s flushed face and heavy breath. She had rarely seen the look on Liz’s face and that actually amused her. Liz was frustrated and Isabel knew that it was caused by Max and patted herself on the back mentally, knowing now that Max was the perfect choice for Liz. She and her sister knew Liz’s secrets though she had never spoken of them out loud. They had all grown up together and knew Liz better than anyone else.

Liz felt like she was spinning out of control. She had always prided herself for her control in any situation.

“Bring a slave to my room.” She commanded.

“My Queen?” Isabel asked unsure of what she’d just heard.

“I don’t care who, just make sure he’s experienced.” Liz’s voice was gruff and short. She headed up the stairs leaving a babbled Isabel staring at the retreating small form. “Now!” Liz called out without looking back at Isabel.

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Liz paced her room as she mumbled to herself. This loss of control was intolerable. She was Queen of Pathia. She could not let a mere man do this to her. He would not weaken her; it was he that should be submitting to her.

“Grrrrr!” Liz let out in frustration as her hands clenched into fists. Just then a knock sounded at the door. “Come.” Liz ordered.

The door opened and closed and bowed before her was Keegan. He was one of her favorites and she looked upon his light haired, sun-bronzed skin that kneeled before her like the good slave he was. Liz stepped out of her gown and sat on the edge of the bed.

“Come here.” She ordered.

Being with Liz for several years now, Keegan knew what was expected as he crawled over to kneel before her spread legs.

“How may I pleasure you my Queen?” He asked looking at her in adoration.

Liz did not answer but pushed his head between her legs and laid back. She allowed him to lick and suck her, making her clit swell with want and her juices flow. She tried to just lie back and forget about HIM and enjoy Keegan’s skill but she was unable to achieve her release until she thought of the amber eyed Adonis down in her dungeon.

Keegan obediently waited for his Queen’s next instructions after she climaxed. He was surprised by her dismissal.

“You may go.” Her voice sounded choked. He wanted to stay and convince her to let him finish pleasing her like he knew she liked but he dared not go against her wishes for fear of punishment and falling from her graces.

When Liz heard the door close behind Keegan, she curled her body up into a ball on the bed. She felt cold and empty inside. Her body felt unfulfilled, her desire unsatisfied. She knew that she should have let Keegan finish but she could not allow it. She knew in her heart that only one man could ever quench her desire, her need but her mind refused to believe such a thing. With that thought in her head, she drifted into an unrestful sleep.

TBC...

I'm hoping to get another part out tomorrow but if not, definately on Monday... I was so tempted to change a part in here with Alex but NO, NO, NO!!! (I have to keep reminding myself, NO SLASH! boy that hurts! )Enjoy!!

Chapter 6

Liz made a visit to Max several times over the next couple of days. The routine was the same and Liz only stayed for as long as she felt she could. Her determination was evident each time she walked in but the wetness that filled her core when she left Max drained her. She wanted him so bad. All he had to do was to submit to her will. Just surrender himself to her and give an oath of obedience.

After each session with Max, Liz demanded that a slave be brought to her. After that first night with Keegan, she ordered that only dark haired ones be brought. But time and time again, she could not reach climax until she thought of Max, no matter how she tried. And each time, after the slave made her climax, she sent them away feeling more and more empty and unfulfilled.

After the third night, as Liz lay curled up on her bed, a knock sounded at the door. She tried to ignore it but it came again. When Liz did not answer, the door slowly opened. Maria peeked cautiously inside least she interrupted anything but gasped as she saw Liz looking much like a small, frightened child on the big bed.

Maria rushed to her dear friend’s side. “Liz, what is wrong? Are you hurt? What happened?” She pushed back the hair that had fallen in Liz face and was shocked to find Liz staring at nothing. “Lizzie?”

“Nothing. I feel nothing.”

Maria stroked Liz’s hair. “What do you mean Lizzie?”

Liz pushed herself up and fell into her friend’s arms. “I have all of these feelings and desire but no one can quench what I feel.” She sat back and looked at Maria. “What has he done to me? He’s driving me insane and so much trouble. I wonder why I even try. The more I try to get rid of all of these feelings, the ones he evokes the more I feel…empty.”

Maria wanted to grab Liz by the shoulders and shake some sense into her. Doesn’t she know that she’s in love? Of course not, Maria thought, she’s never felt like this before. That is why it’s making her feel so bad.

“It’s ok Liz. It’s normal what you are feeling.” She tried to assure her friend.

“Normal?” Liz looked at Maria like she was nuts.

Maria laughed and nodded. “Yes. Do you remember how crazy I was when Isabel brought me my mate? I ripped everyone a new ass everyday for weeks. He did that to me, made me feel things that I’d never felt before. That was how I knew he was the one. Now look at us.”

Liz smiled as she thought about Maria and her mate. Sometimes they could be at each other’s throats while other times are all sappy and lovey to each other but she knew that they were in love and they loved their life together.

Maria watched Liz smile then watched as it disappeared. She gave her another hug. “He’ll come around. He just may need a little push. Sometimes a little trouble is worth the effort.”

“Thanks Ria. You always know how to encourage me. I don’t know what I’d do without you and Isabel.”

“You’d be a crappy Queen without us.” Maria said smiling and Liz chuckled.


On the fourth day, the guards came and took Max back to the bathing room. Alex was there waiting for him. He had been worried about Max when he had heard what had happened while Isabel found it quite amusing.

“Are you alright Max?” Alex asked as he scrubbed the dirt and sweat from his charges back. (*sigh*)

Max had immediately liked Alex so he made an effort to take the gruffness from his voice. “I will be fine.”

“The Queen likes you.” Alex stated.

Max eyes him curiously. “She treat all the people she likes this way?”

Alex shook his head. “No but she has never put this much effort or energy into a man before.”

Max said nothing but Alex could see that it gave him something to ponder.

When Alex was finished with Max, the guards escorted him to a room and secured him to the bed. Each limb was shackled to a corner post of the bed. When they knew that he was well secured one guard removed his covering from his waist. She was smiling as she did so, as were the others who stood by watching. Max gave each a deadly glare but they ignored him as they crowded around the bed. One by one, each woman laid their hands on Max, on various parts of his body and slowly stroked him but always stayed away from his hardening cock.

Max’s body tensed and he began to struggle against his bonds, trying to free himself from their touch. He growled as he tried to buck them off. He knew that it was useless to tell them to stop. The clearing of a throat brought all hands off of him and he saw the guards bow down before Liz.

“You may go.” She said, her voice was filled with authority but he saw that a twinkle danced in her eyes of amusement.

Max saw that Liz wore no clothing and her body was that of a goddess. The beauty of her overwhelmed him. Her long hair flowed freely around her making her seem almost angelic. Her petite body held all the right curves he decided upon inspection. She was glorious to his sight. His hands ached to run the length of her body, feeling the silky looking skin under them. To feel the weight of her breasts in his palms. But alas, they were bound and clenched in fists with frustration.

Liz sat next to Max and lightly caressed his body with her hands as she had done while he was in the cell. Her hands knew his body by heart now along with his reactions to her touch. Traveling down his body, she slightly brushed his penis and she smiled when it twitched.

“Get away from me.” Max growled, his eyes full of anger yet his body boldly betrayed him. He wanted her in the worst of ways. His desire for her grew greater with every encounter.

Liz ignored him and ran her hand back up between his legs. She cupped his taut sacs in her palm while her fingers rhythmically stroked them. He rose majestically before her.

“Shit.” He cursed as he pulled and twisted in his bonds trying to get away from her assault on his body.

Liz took her finger and twirled it around the tip of his penis and saw that a drop of liquid had seeped out. “You will please me tonight my dear one.”

Liz bent and caressed his tip with her hot, wet tongue, tasting him. Max wrestled with his bonds more and cursed her under his breath. Holding him lightly, Liz began to pump him firmly, rhythmically and smoothly.

“No, no…NO!” It felt so good, he did not want her to stop but he refused to let her know how deep she affected him. His body already betrayed him, she would not see into his mind or heart.

“Yes.” She breathed heavily. Liz was ready for him. She could feel her moistness seeping from her sex.

Liz felt Max’s muscles flex and tense with his determination not to give in but she knew that a man could only take so much. She let him spill his seed, the thick cream warming her hand but Max stayed hard wanting more, not fully satisfied with just having her hand as he looked into her beautiful eyes.

Liz climbed on top of Max slowly allowing him to enter her. The warmth of her made him groan. Suddenly, she lifted from him. His reaction was swift and hard jamming himself up but she moved further away, not allowing him the pleasure of her.

“Bitch.” He hissed, his frustration of her control over him showing.

Teasing, Liz kissed his nipples and deliberately let her hard nipples rub across his body. She licked his chest letting her wet tongue slowly trail to his neck. Max made a growling noise from deep within as he suddenly heaved his hips upward driving himself in Liz.

Now it was Liz’s turn to moan as he entered her. “Fuck.”

“That’s right bitch. Ride me.” He demanded though he was the one shackled to the bed.

Liz bent and seized his lips. Their tongues heatedly battled for domination as Liz began her movements. She broke their kiss and rode Max with abandon as he matched her rhythm thrusting upward, his eyes riveted to her breasts, watching them bounce with her thrusts. Liz soon exploded, sending new waves of pleasure through her body; her walls squeezing tightly on Max making him release his load. The sound that he made was drowned out by her cries of pleasure.

Liz rolled off Max, lying next to him feeling truly sated for the first time in her life. She watched him as she caressed him but he only laid still, his muscles filled with tension, not looking at her. Soon she got up and left him. Only then did he fall into a sleep of exhaustion still in his bonds to dream of the dark haired Queen that now haunted every minute of his life.

TBC...

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Chapter 7

Before the sun rose, guards entered the room and released Max from his bonds. They took him once again to Alex to be cleaned up. Alex tried to talk to Max but all he got were grunts for acknowledgement. Alex had to wonder why Max was being so bull-headed. Could he not see what the Queen felt for him? How her authorative demeanor cracked and fell apart when he was near? Alex knew from his time with Liz that she was in love with Max. He could see it in her eyes when she sat in the bath and just stared off into space as this King was constantly on her mind. Apparently Max was as stubborn as his Queen. He just hoped that one would break down and see what others were beginning to see.

When fresh linen was placed upon his waist, the guards once more shackled his wrists together in front then attached them to a chain that wrapped around his waist. A ball gag was then placed in his mouth. Max immediately knew that Liz would be making her appearance since she was only around when he was bound as if making a point of her control.

When Liz waltzed into the room, Max refused to look at her. His anger toward her ran deep, yet his desire for her burned in his chest down to his groin. He had a restless night, his dreams filled with this woman who plagued him. The pleasure that Liz had given him was like none other. He had a glimpse of the passion that filled her soul and wanted desperately to be the one to bring it fully to surface. He wanted to draw it out and ride its every wave with her. But his anger prevented such an admission to anyone. She was taking his will from him. He was his own self, a man, not someone’s plaything.

Liz stood in front of Max and looked up at him. She saw the anger that lit his eyes. She placed her hands on his shoulders and pushed him gently but firmly down to his knees before her. Though raged filled him, Max knew that he could not resist her touch. He finally looked up at her beautiful face. Her royal blue gown deepened the color of her eyes. He remembered the feel of her lips on his body, how her fingers had caressed him. A heated tremor passed quickly through his groin as he remembered how he felt inside of her warm core.

Liz placed a thin bejeweled gold collar upon his throat, which rested nicely on his collarbone. A length of gold chain was attached that was held by Liz.

“You shall accompany me today about my tasks so that I may show off Isabel’s gift to me. If you are good, you may be rewarded tonight.”

She reached down and touched his cheek but Max jerked away like she’d burned him. She saw the fire that lit his eyes and how his body stiffened with anger. She gently tugged the chain signaling for him to stand. So their day began.

The first thing on Liz’s agenda was a stroll through the marketplace. She had servants to get her needs but occasionally she liked to do simple things herself. She had a craving for a certain fruit that was in season at this time and decided that she wanted to personally get some.

Max trailed slightly behind her, his eyes glaring angrily at her back. Emotions swirled through him as she led him around like a pet and he was helpless to stop it. He was the son of a great King and here he was bound in chains, gagged and being shown like a prize trophy for some Queen who thought she was better than those around her.

Though he felt the humiliation and shame of his situation, his eyes kept roaming her petite frame. He could not help being drawn to the sway of her hips, or the sound of her laughter when she spoke to someone.

Liz stopped occasionally and greeted women she knew. As they passed through the marketplace, Max saw that everyone they passed, both male and female took notice to them. Many of the women stopped to admire Max and Liz always gave her permission to touch him freely, which they did much to his disapproval but Liz just ignored his glares and kept on.

As they approached a fabric stand, Liz’s face lit up. When a woman near the table saw them, she smiled and came to greet them. Max looked at the woman and thought that she looked familiar but he knew that he’d never met her.

“Good morning Maria. How are you today?” Liz asked as they hugged.

Maria looked at Max, eyebrows shooting up. “You look to be doing better than I Lizzie.”

Maria was about Liz’s age with long blonde hair and laughing green eyes. She walked around Max, enjoying the sight of him. He clenched his jaw on the gag for the umpteenth time that morning. He hated being examined like this, as if he were nothing more than an inconsequential possession for a woman’s bed.

“So, this is my sister’s gift that everyone is talking so much about. Nice. She has good taste with men.”

With her words, Max realized that this woman was Isabel’s sister, the reason that she looked familiar. He also noticed how casual the two were together unlike the other women they had stopped for. This one had yet to formally address Liz as Queen.

Smiling at Maria, Liz pulled Max closer to her and stroked his cheek. She saw his jaw twitch as he fought the instinct to pull away but was pleased. She matched his heated glare and nodded her head slightly in approval.

“Yes, he is of well form. This is Maxwell Evans of Antar. But as you can see he still needs a bit of training. Worth the effort?” Liz asked wanting her friend’s opinion now that she’d personally seen Max.

“Worth it.” Maria approved. She saw the look in Max’s eyes and the stern determination in his face and stance. It reminded her a lot of her mate when he first came to Pathia. From just seeing Max, Maria knew that this was the perfect one for Liz. Her match, possible equal. A King for a Queen. Very appropriate.

“I’ll see you tomorrow then correct?” Liz asked bringing Maria from her thoughts.

Maria finally removed her eyes from Max to look at her friend. “Yes. Tess is so excited. That’s all I’ve heard for the past two days.”

Liz smiled and gave Maria another hug. “I’ll see you tomorrow and tell your mate that there will be no scowling when I’m present.”

Maria returned Liz’s smile. “As if you can control that your Majesty.” She chuckled.

Liz pulled on Max’s chain for him to follow. He was a little perplexed at Liz. He had watched the interaction between and the other woman Maria carefully and had to wonder at their relationship. His entire life, he’d been close to only one other person and that was Tessa. He and his brother had always been at odds, Khivar always trying to be better than he so their relationship had evolved into a very competitive type, even vying for their father’s love. He’d also found out from Alex and Isabel herself that they both have a very close bond with their Queen. He found that interesting along with the interaction she had with her people.

Back at the Palace it was time for lunch. There were meetings for Liz to attend so one was held during this time. Liz sat at the end of a table that sat at least 20 people. When she sat, she signaled all of the others to do the same, she attached Max’s chain to the chair. Several male servants made an appearance bringing food and drink to all of those present.

“Kneel my wild one.” Liz’s voice was soft but stern.

When Max did as she bid, she reached over and took off the gag. His mouth was very dry and licked at his lips. Liz took her glass and offered it to him. He looked hesitantly at the cup but his thirst won out allowing her to place it to his lips letting him drink its contents.

Liz watched Max’s adam-apple bob with each swallow, mesmerized by the motion and how his lips touched on the cup. She could not tear her eyes from his lips when she removed the cup and his tongue licked at his lips.

Several of the women seated stood and approached Liz breaking her attention on Max, each bowing quickly before her. As they spoke with Liz, she gave them permission to inspect Isabel’s gift. One by one the women came and paid attention to Max who held his head high and met each woman’s gaze in the eye. Some touched his dark, silky hair, others touched his back, chest or face. The women soon wandered back to their seat, their curiosity sated and the meeting began and Max was completely ignored which suited him fine.

As the meeting droned on, Max kneeled beside Liz and listened half-heartedly to the subjects that came up. It was not much different than the meetings that he had attended in Antar but there were some things that he knew not about. Liz causally offered Max food from her plate that he at first refused. He did not want to be fed like some pet begging for food but his stomach gave him away with a growl and Liz once more offered him some food.

“Eat, Wilding. You will need your strength.” She said softly.

Slowly he took the piece of fruit she offered. Then several other pieces from her plate as she offered. With his lashes lowered her looked to the women sitting at the table and found that none were really paying much attention to him as if this was a normal occurrence which he hoped it was not.

When lunch was completed Liz returned Max’s gag though he protested at first but she insisted. The day continued with Liz leading him from place to place, meeting after meeting and overseeing projects that one must do to run a kingdom. Max soon began to pay more attention to the going ons around him and found a new respect for Liz. He was greatly impressed with her effective ruling. She was a fair Queen who listened. She intrigued him. She was calm and understanding to her people’s need yet he had seen her have a firm hand. He never thought that a woman could rule so strong yet be sensitive at the same time. He saw that these people, both male and female held respect for their Queen.

Dinner was set up much the same as lunch except this time, the others left before they and the table cleared but still Liz sat. She seemed to be in no hurry to leave. She gazed down at the paper in front of her but not really reading it. Max took the opportunity to inspect her as she was lost in her thoughts. He watched her lips, mesmerized as she absently chewed on her lush bottom lip. There was the most beguiling curve to those luscious lips that had him aching to kiss them. Her eyes were dark but he could see the concern and care that she held for her people in them.

Max ached to touch her, caress her, please her but bound as he was, he could not. He wanted to say something to her, to ask to be released but he knew that she would not at this time. He knew that she could not trust him not to try to escape, which was a correct assumption. But he also felt the need to stay with this overbearing woman. From the first sight of her, this petite Queen had affected him the way no other ever had.

Silently he slipped under the table and nuzzled his head between her legs. Her legs opened and Max slowly, lovingly stroked between her folds with his tongue until she grew moist and moved with his touch. His tongue worked faster upon her clit as she began to moan and writher about in her chair. The pressure that had built inside of her was too much. Like a dam breaking, she exploded, crying out his name in pleasure. Gently, Max continued to lick her juices, lavishing in her sweet taste and smiling as her response to him.

A tug on his chain brought him out. Standing, Liz tore off his waistcloth to discover his cock hard and waiting. She pushed Max back to lie on the table and mounted him. They both moaned as his pulsating fullness wholly filled her.

What madness did this man fill her with? The unusual reaction he engendered irritated her yet pleased her at the same time. He was all that was in her head, consuming her. She needed him, wanted him more than anything in this life.

Liz rode Max wildly, all formal demeanor gone. Still bound in his chains, he cursed her openly for her control over him and his bindings. He wanted to taste her skin, touch her hair, pull her to him. They climaxed together and she collapsed upon him, listening to the fast beating of his heart.

Soon after, Liz led Max back to her room and washed him gently. She then released his wrists only to shackle them above his head to the bed. Once he was secured, she slipped out of her dress and climbed on the bed with Max. She them positioned him so that he was on his side so Liz could wrap her body around his.

“Good-night my rebellious King.” Liz whispered into his ear as she drifted off to sleep.

Max’s frustration was great from being bound in chains and used as he was. His muscles ached from the lack of freedom. He longed to move about as he pleased, to be in control of his life again. From his view, that would never happen here. He longed to leave this place, get back to where he called home. To be free. But he knew that he was never really free in Antar either. His shackles there were invisible. He was honor bound to lead his people, to do as the laws required of him, what his father required of him.

His confusion and irritation grew the longer he lay there feeling Liz’s body curled behind him. He longing for Liz surfaced. He craved her. He wanted to hold her, caress her, run his fingers through her long, silky hair. He wanted to be inside of her again and again. Only his stubborn pride preventing him from totally submitting to her. To voice these feelings that had consumed him since the first time he laid eyes on her. It was difficult for him to release all control to her. It was not his way but he’d seen the raw, untamed passion in her eyes. The part of her that she kept hidden from everyone. The part that screamed for him to release it. Only that passion would allow them to submit together to each other. Not one more dominate than the other.

Sleep did not come easy for Max that night. He was hard and in want of his beautiful mistress. His Queen.

TBC...

I wanted to post this sooner but I pretty much scrapped the original part and totally rewrote this as I will do with the next two parts...I hope you guys don't get too mad at me for this next part but Alex HAD to bath someone and I absolutely promised myself no Slash here (a hard promise to keep and I'd hate to have one of the mods have to switch this to the UC board)...Enjoy!!

Chapter 8

Liz woke Max with kisses on his back. He turned over biting back the urge to groan as he made his stiff muscles move. Liz moved her lips down to his chest making sure to flick each of his nipples with her tongue. She moved lower still until she reached his rock hard cock. Liz lightly licked at its tip.

Max was unable to hold back the husky growl that emerged from his throat. He had decided that he would no longer try to fight his body’s response to this woman. She already knew how to control it. Slowly, he felt Liz suck his full length into her mouth. He moved his hips on instinct but Liz withdrew her mouth, causing him to gasp as the cool air hit his hot, wet cock.

“Do you like that my rebellious King? I will give you more; show you more if you will just tell me who you belong to. Submit to me Max.” Liz kept her mouth right next to his length and it twitched with each puff of warm air from her lips.

Max turned his head, not daring to say a word. His body had betrayed him to this alluring Queen, he would not let his tongue do the same. He had found that Liz was a powerful, strategically brilliant woman. She was using his weakness, his body’s reaction to her, against him.

“Very well…for now.” Liz said trying to hide the hurt that laced her voice.

Liz thought that Max was finally breaking down after what he willingly did to her last night. But she was finding that he was a willful, brooding, stubborn and sometimes hot-tempered man. She wanted to scream at him, shake, no fuck some sense into him. He was no longer in Antar. This was Pathia and she was the ruler. Not he.

Liz took a deep breath as she stood and retrieved a plate of fresh fruit and cheese that had been brought in earlier. Sitting next to him she tried to feed the food to him.

Max ignored the food and glared at Liz heatedly. “I can feed myself.”

“I do not trust you Wilding. I will not have you trying to escape again.”

“I won’t. Undo my bonds and I promise you, I will not try to escape.”

Liz looked at the fine creature that lay before her. Could she really trust him? He will not submit to her but he’s willing to stay? Liz rose from the bed, opened the door and got the keys from the guard at the door.

Max saw that she had left the door partially open when she returned to the bed. He watched Liz unlock his shackles then step back, her eyes never leaving him. Max slowly stretched his arms then sat up. Again, he moved his arms around trying to loosen their stiffness. He reached to the tray on the bed and popped a piece of cheese into his mouth. He then picked up the glass and drank the sweet fruit nectar that filled it.

“Come, sit and eat also. It looks enough for the both of us.” Max said as he eyed Liz.

Liz was weary of Max and his sudden turn about but her stomach voiced its opinion making her decision. Cautiously she went and sat on the other side of the tray. Together, they ate in silence but each keeping an eye on the other.

“Why do you rebel your fate Wilding?” Liz asked cocking her head.

Max looked at Liz, his nostrils flaring with anger. “My fate? I was not born to be a slave. I was born to rule not to be a bed warmer for a pampered Queen.”

Max moved with lightening speed, pinning Liz’s body to the bed. He laid his weight onto her, effectively keeping her from moving.

“Why are you so determined to make me submit? Why not throw me back in your dungeons and forget about me.”

Liz avoided the question. “All I have to do is call out and the guards will be in here.”

Max looked down in Liz’s eyes. He saw a hint of fear in them but mostly he saw a heated desire flare up. The passion that he’d glimpsed was fighting to surface and he planned to ignite it more.

“Not if your lips are busy.” He drawled. Max pulled his mouth across her lips slowly, enticingly. Her lips opened to him welcoming his touch. He then nibbled delicately on her bottom lip before sharply sucking on it.

Liz’s reaction was a gasp at the sensation he was causing within her body with just the touch of his lips. Not even her best slave ever made her feel this way. Her lips instinctively responded to his, sought his, followed his. Every nerve in her body began to come alive as his body pressed on top of hers. The feeling was indescribable. This position was not used in Pathia for it showed the male in control. Liz had only heard stories of some of the women allowing their mates that luxury as a reward.

Max captured Liz in a deep kiss, his tongue sinking into her mouth while his fingers wound their way through her mass of hair. Its texture was finer than any he’d ever touched. Softer, more luxurious. Their breaths mingled, ragged, wanting. He pressed his body closer, shifting then he felt Liz freeze.

“No.” she said firmly.

Max glared at her unbelieving. “No?”

“Get off Wilding or I will call the guards.” She threatened.

Max’s eyebrow arched, daring her to, not moving his body an inch. He would call her bluff for he knew she wanted him as much as he wanted, needed her.

Never taking her eyes from his, she called out. “Guards!”

Immediately, four guards rushed in. Seeing Max on top of their Queen in such a position, they acted quickly, taking hold of Max and lifting him from her body. Max allowed them to do so with little resistance. His eyes never leaving Liz’s, he knew she saw his shock. But it was Liz who broke their gaze as she looked away but not before he saw, was that guilt in her eyes?

“Tie him to the bed.” She ordered before rushing out of the room.

Liz ran to the bathing room but not before she heard Max call out her name. She could hear the hurt in his voice. But she could not go back. Tears streamed down her face as she closed the door behind her and sank to the floor, her head in her hands.

“Liz?” she heard whispered next to her and felt a light touch on her shoulder. Her breath shuddered as she released the last bit of tears before looking up at her friend. “Liz, are you ok? What happened? Do I need to get someone?” Alex asked concerned for his Queen, his friend.

“Oh, Alex.” She said falling into his arms. “Why does he have to be so stubborn? How can I get through to him?”

Alex immediately knew who she was speaking of. He helped her to her feet and led her to the waiting bath. He knew exactly how to ease her worries. “No more stubborn than you my Queen.” He said with a smile. They had been friends since they were children for he lived in the Palace all of his life, learning the art of bathing, so he often spoke openly to her.

Alex helped her into the bath and sat her down on the seat. Taking his cloth and her special soap, he began to lather her body. This was done in a slow manner. Each stroke gentle, relaxing. He positioned Liz’s head back so he could pour water on it then took her shampoo and massaged it into her hair. His touch was light yet she felt every movement. Liz closed her eyes and sighed. She loved Alex for he was the one who always calmed her with his perfect bather’s touch.

Once her hair was rinsed, Alex reached around and gently, using the cloth cleaned each breast. He used circular motions that started out wide then worked in closer to her nipple. Liz expelled another sigh when he reached her erect nub. Once each breast was cleaned his hand ran the cloth over her stomach until he reached her nest of curls.

Liz leaned her back against Alex’s chest and spread her legs for him. He took a finger that was wrapped in the soft cloth and ran it through her folds. Liz let out a moan as the finger dipped into her canal.

“May I help you relax my Queen?” Alex whispered into her ear.

“Yes.” Liz hissed, still feeling the excitement and pressure from Max’s ministrations through her frustrated body.

Alex let go of the cloth and allowed his fingers to enter her again in a steady rhythm. Even under the water, he could feel her heated wetness around his fingers. Soon Liz ground her pussy onto his fingers and she cried out as her release took over.

“Max!”

Alex pulled his fingers out and with cloth in hand, lightly cleaned her sensitive core. He kissed her on her neck.

“He’ll come around my Queen. He will love you as much as you love him.”

Liz’s eyes popped open at Alex’s words. Love?

TBC...

Ok guys, had to work on the plot for a chapter but more smut comes soon!!! This also explains about Tess and Tessa...
Chapter 9

Liz arrived at Maria’s house with Alex’s words repeating in her head. Did she really love Max? How could Alex know this? How would she even realize it? She was Queen, like past Queens, she did not have the luxury of necessarily choosing for love. She had to look for the best qualities in a man to pass on to her heir.

Liz followed Maria out onto their patio while Liz waited for Tess to finish her chores. Tess was Maria’s 13-year-old daughter, Liz’s goddaughter. Each month, Liz and Tess would spend an afternoon alone together. Tess was following in her mother’s footsteps by training to become a Healer. Though still young Tess was a very intelligent girl and loved helping people and helping heal the sick or injured.

“Where’s Isabel’s gift?” Michael asked coming out to join them. “I was hoping you’d bring him by and let me get a look at him. I mean, apparently he’s got all of Pathia in a buzz about him.”

Michael was Maria’s mate. In public, he was a subservient male to Maria, the ideal mate but Liz knew different. He was open and opinionated and very protective over his family and close friends, Liz being right under Maria and Tess. He never held anything back when it was in the privacy of his own home and hated all the formal mush that he had to do when out. Michael was a handful at times, always had been since he came to Pathia, but Maria loved him for who and how he was.

“I left him in my room.” Liz stated, not really looking at either of them.

The three sat quietly looking out at the garden that surrounded the patio.

“You’re too quiet Liz. What’s on your mind?”

Liz sighed and looked at her best friend. “How do you know if you’re in love? How did you know Michael was the one?”

Maria raised a brow at Liz. “Well…” she looked over at Michael for help but he merely shrugged his shoulders. This was girl talk, not for him. “I’m not really sure. I guess that I knew from the first time he told me no.” Maria smiled at the memory. That was the first day he was brought into her home. She’d told him to go and fix her a bath and he’d stood tall and firmly said no.

“What if Max is the one? The one I should be with. But he’s just so frustrating and willful. But then…he can be so tender in his…touch.” She added as her eyes looked out and unfocused as she remembered how his body felt laying on top of hers just a short time ago.

“I can’t tell you how you’ll feel when you meet the right one but I think you’ll know.” Maria encouraged her friend. She knew that Liz was already head over heels for the Antarian King but getting her to realize it was another thing.

“So…what? You just left him sitting in your room waiting for your return?” Michael asked doubting that it was that simple. Isabel had filled them in on how Max was behaving so to just leave him there was not likely.

“Not exactly.” Liz said suddenly finding her hands fascinating.

“What does not exactly mean?” Maria asked now wondering what she’d done to Max.

“Well, I left him in my room, just tied to my bed.” Her voice was soft, eyes still downcast.

“You didn’t!” Maria exclaimed. But then the picture of that hunk tied to a bed was very delicious.

Liz nodded and finally raised her eyes to meet theirs. “He has tried to escape before and I can’t trust him alone yet. Then we had a…dispute before I left and we were both…angry so I thought it was best for everyone.” She tried to justify her actions.

Just then Tess came bouncing in, face flushed and her blonde hair bouncing in its ponytail. “Aunt Lizzie!” she exclaimed as she embraced Liz. Liz smiled at the affection and love that this young girl showed. “I’m done with all of my chores. Are you ready?”

Liz nodded and waved at Maria and Michael as Tess dragged her off to the barns for a ride. Michael watched until they were out of sight and turned to leave.

“Michael?” Maria asked knowing that something was churning in his head.

“I’ll be back soon.” He said as he walked out.

Maria sighed and shook her head watching her retreating mate knowing his destination.

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Max had resisted the guards when they had tried to shackle him back to the bed but they had quickly overpowered him due to his surprise at Liz’s actions. He’d called to her but she did not turn back or return to him. He struggled against his bonds but the chains held fast. He knew it was no use calling out for no one would come to his aid. So he lay on the bed as time slowly slipped by and his anger rising and falling with each minute. He pissed beyond belief with the way he was being treated, as a possession instead of a person but then he would see Liz’s naked body behind his eyes and the anger would melt to desire and longing.

It was when he was remembering the feel of Liz under his body and his hands through her thick hair when the door opened. Max watched as a tall man with shoulder length brown hair walked over to the large window and threw open the drapes and opened the window, letting the cool breeze air out the room.

Max’s body had a fine sheet of sweat as the stifling heat had rose in the room. He sighed as the air rushed over his body, cooling it but it did very little for the hard on he had gotten while thinking of Liz. Unfortunately, he knew only of one person who could alleviate that problem. His beautiful, obstinate Queen.

The man went to the table, pouring some water into a glass then sat next to Max on the bed. “Here. Drink this.”

Max gladly gulped the cool liquid down his dry throat. The man took the glass and set it down his eyes swept along Max’s body in inspection.

“So you’re the one that’s got Pathia in such an uproar.” There was no emotion in the man’s face but Max heard humor in his voice and was that admiration in his eyes.

Max’s face blushed slightly at the other man’s intense inspection of his nude body.“Who the hell are you?” Max sneered. Other than Alex, he’d had no contact with another male since walking through Pathia’s gate and he was not in the mood to make new friends unless he was going to let him go.

“Name’s Michael and I’ve come to give you a little advice.”

“What makes you think I want or need any?” Max’s body tensed as his anger grew.

“Looking at the situation you are in, I’d say you need it.” Michael saw a muscle twitch in Max’s jaw and the fire flare in his eyes. He sighed and looked at this man who had taken Liz’s heart. “I know this is all new and…quite difficult for you but Pathia is your home now whether you like it or not.”

Max glared at Michael not liking his statement.

“What will you go back to Maxwell? It’s going on two years since you’ve been gone. Your own brother had you disposed of. Do you think to go back and be received with open arms and be King again?”

“How…?” Max was surprised. The only people who knew of his past and how he got here was Liz and Isabel.

Michael just shrugged. “My mate is Isabel’s sister.”

“Maria.’ Max said softly remembering the energetic blonde woman from the day before. Like Isabel, Max had found something in the woman that he liked instantly.

Michael chuckled. “She’s even more hard-headed than I’ve heard you are.” Michael’s face grew serious. “I’m just saying this once to you Maxwell. Pathia is not as bad as you think. Yes, it is different from any other land but we have a good, peaceful life without war and some of the other bad things that happen out there. Give Liz a chance. She’s one of the best rulers Pathia’s ever had. She’s also sweet, caring, compassionate and a very good lover.”

Max snapped his head to look at Michael. He suddenly felt overwhelmed by jealousy and felt his blood boil at the thought that this man had been with Liz.

Michael saw Max’s expression and saw a fire light in his eyes that told him everything that he wanted to know about Max. He was in love with Liz. He just didn’t know it yet. Michael laughed at what he knew the other man thought. “No Maxwell. I’ve never been with Liz. Maria would never allow it but she, Liz, and Isabel all had the same teacher so I only assume, if she’s anything like Maria.”

Max sighed heavily in relief and resignation. He was getting tired of this fight. All he wanted to do now was drown himself in Liz. To feel her beside him, in her, anyway he can get her. He looked at Michael and knew that his life was now completely changed. His heart was telling him to submit and make the best out of his life but his mind was still rebelling, fighting against the logic of being a slave especially to a woman. He couldn’t help a chuckle that escaped as he realized that he was lying here, chained to a Queen’s bed naked talking to another man. Too strange.

“Tell me how you ended up here Michael.” Max said remembering Maria saying that Isabel had found her mate. He was instantly drawn to Michael much like Alex. He felt that he could trust him. And he knew he would need allies, possibly friends if what Michael said was true about staying here. Belonging to a Queen could have its advantages.

Michael smiled thinking of how he’d come to Pathia. “I guess I came to Pathia when I was about 13 years of age. Isabel had picked me out on a slave run with her Aunt. I was not the most cooperative boy if I remember correctly. And Maria, poor girl, she was not too happy about her sister’s gift to her.”

“At 13?” Max asked.

Michael nodded. “Yes. My parents died when I was just five. I was sent to an uncle but used more like a slave. He ended up gambling his fortune away and in attempt to get more money he sold me off.”

“How could a relative be so…cruel?” Max asked astonished. He’d admit to living a sheltered life but for family to do that was just unheard of in Antar.

“Any different than a brother?” Michael asked raising a brow. He watched as a bitter anger rose in Max’s face before quickly fading. “Anyway, I was to be Maria’s servant.” Michael chuckled.

“At first I absolutely refused and was punished by being placed in a room and left there. Maria’s parents did not believe in beating their slaves but they totally isolated me from everything and everyone but Maria. It took about six months before we could even stay more than five minutes in a room together without insulting each other.

“I guess Maria’s mother had had enough of me so she brought me here to the Palace. She spoke with the Queen who was Liz’s mother and then chained me outside in the courtyard. I stayed there for three days and all I could do was watch the comings and goings of both men and women. I watched their interaction with one another, I saw just how peaceful Pathia was. For years, all I’d known was violence and abuse since I could barely remember my parents.

“It hit me on the third day that this was now my home and it wasn’t so bad after all. Now, don’t get me wrong, Maria and I still had years before we were able to settle our differences but coming here and being with Maria was the best thing that could have happened to me. I’d hate to think of where I’d be today without some divine intervention. I’m happy here with my life, friends and daughter.”

“You have a daughter?” Max asked. He looked so young.

Michael smiled. “Yes. Tess, she’s 13 years of age now.”

“Tess?” The image of Max’s bride entered his mind. That was the first that he’d thought of her since his second day of coming to Pathia.

“Something wrong Maxwell?” He’d watched Max’s face pale and a longing etch his face.

“Oh, no. I used to call my bri…I mean…well…”Max stumbled and looked at Michael

“Your bride. I know you were married.”

“Yes. Well I used to call her Tessa. Just a name that stuck when we were young. She hated being called Contessa Ava so I just called her Tessa.”

“Do you love her?”

Max looked to the ceiling. The entire time he’d been under the slave master’s thumb, he could only think of escaping and going back to her arms. To his Tessa. She represented home to him. No one knew that they had not consummated their marriage. That night, they both felt awkward and just couldn’t bring themselves to have sex with each other.

Max turned and looked at this man who he’d opened up to. “I’ve known Tessa her entire life and I loved her but…not like a husband should love his wife.”

Michael smiled and rose. He knew that he no longer had to worry. These two would find their way together very soon. He’d seen both of their vulnerable sides. It was just a matter of time before one of them broke.

“I will make sure someone comes and feeds you lunch because Liz will be out most of the day.”

Michael saw the frightened look on Max’s face. From the stories he’d heard from Isabel and other males, Liz had let a lot of women freedom with Max trying to break him. He knew that in the state he was in at the moment, the last thing he needed was another woman coping a feel on him.

“I’ll make sure Isabel personally sees to your needs.” He saw Max’s features relax at the mention of Isabel’s name.

“She could just let me go and save herself the trouble.”

Michael chuckled at the man. “Even the Queen’s closest friends don’t risk the wrath of her Majesty.”

Michael closed the door behind him leaving Max to the silence of the room. Max lay there and replayed the words that Michael had said. He no longer felt the urge to escape but wanted to wallow in Liz’s essence, whatever she would give him but could he accept Pathia as his home?

TBC...

SH- I was sweating by the end of this part...I could have easily made a couple of changes and let them do what I know deep down inside they want to do You'd think I'd had enough after UL newest post ...NO SLASH, NO SLASH, NO SLASH...sorry, had to keep reminding myself ...I will be back as soon as I can...Got a lot on my plate this week

Chapter 10

Max woke as he felt his arms being lowered from above his head. His muscles were stiff and sore. He opened his eyes and saw the two guards that were always near releasing him from his bonds but what caught his eye was Isabel at the foot of the bed.

Isabel smiled at Max, always such a delight to look upon his muscular body. “Come, let’s get you cleaned up then we shall eat.”

At the mention of food, his stomach growled and Isabel laughed, helping him stand. She led him to Alex, who was waiting, as always with a smile and eager to do his job. Max could not help but return a smile to Alex as he was helped into the warm pool. He saw that the guards along with Isabel took their posts by the door. He could see her watching as her mate cleaned him. If he was not mistaken, Max saw desire light in her eyes as she watched Alex soap up his body then rinse it clean part by part. Max himself felt his cock harden a little at the thought of Isabel gazing upon his body with admiration then feeling Alex’s gentle hands upon his skin.

Max took a deep breath then let it out slowly, allowing his body to relax along with his mind, welcoming the sensations that flowed freely through him. When Alex came to his cock, Max could not help but moan as the bather expertly cleaned his now hard length.

Once Max was all cleaned, Alex helped him out and dried him off. Alex then applied a lotion to Max’s shoulders, neck and arms, which immediately loosened his tight muscles.

“What is that stuff? It is wonderful.”

“An ancient recipe that was passed down through many generations of my family. It comes in handy once in a while.” Alex said always sympathetic to Max’s needs.

Alex had lifted Max’s spirits some. He could see that his man was truly happy with his station in life. Max could only hope that he would one day be that happy.

Once Alex was finished with his charge, Isabel and the two guards led Max back to his room. Isabel was the only one to enter with Max while the others took their post outside the door. On a table was a tray of food and drink. Isabel gladly fixed two plates and they sat on the bed and ate.

At first the room was filled with a comfortable silence as they munched on the simple lunch. Then Max started asking Isabel questions about Pathia. Isabel was hesitant at first to answer some of the more in depth questions concerning security and such but when she looked at Max, she saw true interest. Max had once been a King of a large land and knew what it took to care for it. It was only natural for his curiosity of his new home be picked at.

Too soon lunch was over and Isabel announced that she had duties to do.

Max gave Isabel a devilish grin. “You don’t have to tie me back up Isabel. I’m not going anywhere.”

Isabel was tempted as his rare smile hit the spot he had aimed but she was not some naive schoolgirl and knew better. Isabel returned his smile as she stood taking the plates and cups back to the tray. “The only way I was able to do what I did was because Michael said that you smelled and I had to get permission.” Isabel returned to the bed and gently stroked his cheek with her hand. “You know that we can do this the easy way or I will have to call the others in. And you know that they have been enjoying their little wrestling matches with you immensely.”

Reluctantly Max lay back down and tried to position himself a bit more comfortable as Isabel shackled his wrists and ankles back into place. She sat next to him a few minutes and looked upon his body. Her hand traveled his chest, watching goose bumps appear at her touch. Out of the corner of her eyes she saw his cock twitch and come to life.

“Isabel.” He hissed as her hand traveled lightly over his abs.

“You’re a good man Max. I knew you were different the first time I saw you.” Isabel leaned over and gave him a gentle kiss before she stood and left the room.

“Damn!” Max cursed looking at the closed door then down at his erect length. Isabel could always get him going but there was only one woman he truly wanted. The only one that could ever fulfill his every dream and completely satisfy him. The one that had him chained to her in more than a physical way.

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Liz spent the beautiful day with her goddaughter Tess. She was a little surprised when a messenger was sent from Isabel about Max. At first she felt her stomach began to churn and become nauseated as panic filled her until the messenger relayed Isabel’s request. She knew that how she’d left the once king was wrong but he’d made her mad. Filled with guilt Liz gave Isabel permission to deal with any needs Max may have.

Liz ate dinner with Maria and Michael and kept all conversations light. Before leaving, she sent word to Isabel that she would return to the Palace late and to do what was needed. Liz had enjoyed her day and evening with Maria and her family but right now she needed quiet and solitude. Throughout the day her thoughts had wandered time and time again to Max and how she felt about him.

Liz walked the streets of Pathia. Night had fallen and all was quiet in her land. Peace had reigned in the land for many years now. As thoughts of her life swirled through her mind she looked up and found herself at the steps to the Temple. She walked up the steps and into the large auditorium. There was no one around and the only light in the place were a few candles that were lit on the alter.

Liz walked up the aisle and then kneeled before the statue of Sunova, the founder of Pathia. She had not come here to pray but for the quiet and peace that always ruled this place.

“You are troubled my child.” A soft voice said behind her.

Liz nodded and looked back at the High Priestess. She was an older lady with long white hair but she always had a welcoming smile for Liz. She wore the traditional robes of the High Priestess. Liz hoped that she was not interrupting anything.

“Does it show that much?”

“No, but I know you young Queen. You only come when you are troubled by something important.” Liz sat quietly for several minutes before the High Priestess spoke again. “You have chosen your mate but yet you are still hesitant. Why do you distrust your instincts? They’ve never failed you before.”

Liz sighed. “I wish it was that simple High Priestess. I’ve never had these feeling for a…man. What I feel is new, strange yet I like feeling this way. He’s all that is on my mind. What I feel for him, the attraction is so strong that I want no one else. I crave only him but…I’m not sure if he is the right one. He is so strong willed and not that willing to change to our ways. How can I be sure? I don’t want to risk losing him.”

“The King of Antar is a strong man as is the love that resides inside of him. His passion will win him over but he cannot be played like all the others in the past. He will bring great strength to Pathia’s future but first he must pass the tests to become the Queen’s mate. And he must come willing.

“Yes, I know and that is what I fear the most. He may not want to be my mate.”

The High Priestess smiled at the young girl who was so much wiser than her age. “Trust him and your feelings for him. It will happen and the two of you will make Pathia stronger.” She got up and left Liz to her thoughts.

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Max had once more drifted off to sleep during his time alone but only to dream of the dark-haired beauty that ruled his very body, heart and soul. He felt his arms being lowered and opened his eyes. He saw Alex and Isabel in the room releasing him from his bonds. Helping him up off the bed, Max stretched his stiff body then sat at the small table with the two.

“I guess it’s too much to ask for something to cover up with?” Max asked Isabel. He had actually gotten used to being without or with little clothing and was getting accustomed to having people look him over though this was not the way he wanted it to happen.

“Not every man is graced with a body like yours Max.” Alex said eyeing Max’s arms. “Why waste your life covering it up? You should be proud of it.”

“I agree with Alex. I knew that even under all the hair, dirt and grim you were extraordinarily built.”

Max’s face reddened at the compliments. That was something he was not used to even though he had women in Antar throwing themselves at him. He was more into their beauty and bodies than his own.

During the diner, Max asked Isabel and Alex to tell him more about Liz since they’d grown up with her. They only had good things to say about her and told him many stories of their young lives in Pathia. Max found that Alex was not always as docile in his younger years as he was now. He of course blamed it on Liz’s bad influence then Michael’s once they were teenagers.

Max’s smile faded, as he grew serious. “Isabel, you’ve never lied to me. Tell me. What will my life be like here? Will I always be bound?” He knew nothing of his role he was to play here in Pathia. He knew that he was a gift to Liz, essentially a slave but what did that entitle him?

He saw the two give him a sympathetic gaze. Max now considered these two people before him friends and knew that they would not lie to him.

“No, Max. Once you’ve earned Liz’s trust, she will stop binding you and you will have more freedom.”

“Life will be simple.” Alex said. “Your only job will be to please your Queen and keep her happy.”

Max nodded in understanding but sadness still hung in his eyes. “What if I want more?” he asked quietly.

“It’s what she wants that matters to you now. If she wants more from you, she will tell you. It his her choice, not yours.”

Alex could stand no more of Max’s sadness as he silently resigned his life to Liz and her control. He could see the light and love that had filled his eyes when they talked of Liz and knew that Max was in love with Liz. Alex stood and looked at his charge. “Come now, let’s put some more lotion on you so we can get you settled and all get some sleep.”

TBC...

I know, I know, but Shhhh....don't tell any one. I just couldn't resist when Alex was bathing Max. What a delicious picture...(It wasn't sexual Alex was just doing his job ) but I guess I'm a true SH at heart

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