Claiming a Queen

I don't know why, but I grinned. I had never felt so carefree in my life and the oxymoron of it all was that I would likely die today.

I shivered as his one hand clamped down over my hip even as I felt him gather my beaded tresses of hair into a tight grip that had my head pulled back and being on the verge of real discomfort. I swallowed then, but abruptly lost my breath as he muscled his thick shaft forward into me.

Gasping for air I could do nothing as I was held to the spot by him even as it felt like his shaft went deeper into me than it had up against the pillar last night. I cried out with discomfort as he withdrew and forced it into me again and again.

I felt plundered by his shaft and with each surge forward of him into me it was like a continual statement of ownership by this man to be taken in such a way. I hadn't expected this. I had thought that I wanted this, but now I didn't!

I didn't like how completely subdued I'd become within hours of being with this man. I didn't care if he'd saved me from something worse now or not. This wasn't me to be submissive like this and I liked being me!

I wasn't some common girl to be bent over and used like a mare by a rutting stallion! I pushed up off the railing and tried to turn away to unseat his shaft that felt like a stallion's from inside of me, but I was only partially successful.

Fuming now I spit out, "Let go of me!"

"Why?" Came his angry voice as at last he pulled free of me and allowed me to fully straighten up.

I turned on him and spit out angrily, "Because I'm a Princess and I don't deserve to be taken like an animal by a man who to my people is nothing more than a slave! I don't know what you've done to me to make me go along with this, but it's over! I don't even know you and and and... I'm tired of being out of control! Now get your hands off of me and get out of my room!" I screamed at the last into his face.

He did something, then that I wasn't expecting. In-stead of screaming and matching the heat of my mixed up emotions, his voice had a level calm to it that seemed laced with steel as he said, "I can well imagine how mixed up you are right now Haquara and you have my sympathy and even my forgiveness for spoiling what was a very good moment for me. That aside Haquara and all your emotions of the last day considered it does not give you leeway of any kind to disrespect me like you just have. Like it or not I've made you mine even if you can't seem to remember that at this moment or that you willingly submitted yourself to be my wife last night. I am not a slave and you most definitely are my wife and I will do as I please when it comes to the fulfillment of my desires to have you any way that I like. And now be-cause I only see bitter resistance in your eyes, I'm going to have to do something that typically isn't within my framework of mind to do, but I will have your respect and if it takes doing it the hard way then so be it!"

That said, he turned away to the bedroom dragging my one arm along after him with an iron fisted grip upon my wrist. I tried to free his hand from off my wrist even as my already mixed up emotions quaked inside at this new side of the man who intended to make his claim upon me last.

What was he going to do? In apprehension as we neared the bed, I cried out, "Torin I..."

"Be quiet!" He growled out even as he sat down on the edge of the bed, seemingly a completely different man than from last night.

Somehow I had made a big mistake and with a gasp, as he jerked so hard on my arm that I thought he dislocated it, he pulled me down and forcibly shoved me down across his one knee even as his other leg went across the back of my thighs locking them in place. I tried to rear up, but one of his hands drove down in the middle of my back with enough pressure to keep my face almost touching the floor.

In terror of what was to happen, I heard him say roughly, "Now it's time for your no doubt well overdue spanking Princess. Your father can thank me later."

Fury at the temerity of this man to think to do such a thing to me drove me to fight to be free. The effort to be free stopped though, as a loud open handed smack landed hard on my one bottom cheek.

Before I even had time to fully register the pain and cry out another equally savage blow landed on my other cheek. I cried out with pain and fury as tears fell and I continued to try to free myself, but his brutal hold on me was unrelenting as was his other hand that continued to fall hard upon me and send shockwaves throughout my body.

I couldn't take it anymore and bursting out with tears I hung there unresisting as his hand continued to fall punishingly upon my rear. Life didn't make any sense right now. None!

There was a sudden pause and the painful slap to my bottom that felt on fire already didn't come, but I cried on anyway. His hold on me did not diminish, but the demeanor of him seemed to and feeling as if it was my chance I cried out softly, "Please let me up."

I heard him sigh loudly even as his hand that had given me the worst pain of my life returned to massage upon the cheeks of my bottom in a possessive manner that irked me. Finally he said with a voice that sounded pained, "I would, only I don't think you've learned your lesson yet. It's not about you respecting my greater strength or ability to hurt you. It's not that at all. You need to accept and learn to be okay with the fact that you're mine and you need to be willing to accept whatever it is that I wish to do in a loving manner toward you and because I know you're not there yet this is going to continue."

"No!" I wailed out even as the possessively massaging hand upon my bottom stopped and was replaced with a silent, filled moment until it once again landed hard on my bottom. I cried out, but really my cry had been more because of expectation than the actual pain received.

His hand's impact on my bottom cheek had been different than from before. It had hurt and yet it hadn't.

His hand continued to treat each of the cheeks of my bottom with differing placed blows that began to make me squirm against the leg I was bent over. It hurt what he was doing, but for some reason I wanted it and yet it hurt enough not to want it.

Feeling utterly confused I hung there limply and accepted each blow to my bottom all the while starting to breathe heavier and heavier. His hand on my back left from holding me down to suddenly massage the cheeks of my bottom.

His massaging touch hurt, but it didn't at the same time. What was he doing to make me feel like this?

Then all of a sudden his hand that had disciplined me pressed through my tight thighs to rub on the entrance of my very wet sheath. I half reared up at the sensation of his hand suddenly being there.

"Stay down, unless you want another hard one."

Immediately my effort to straighten up collapsed and inwardly shocked at my reaction to his command I found myself once more limply hanging over his knee. A big finger forced its way deeply into me and I both groaned with pleasure and fought against the urge to straighten back up again.

Despite the pleasure of his touch I started to rise up. A loud smack to my bottom that sent fresh pain throughout me, but almost made me feel on the edge of orgasm had me falling limply down to the floor again with a cry.

"You're going to learn to listen to me Honey. It's for the best." With that said, he smacked my other cheek and as my body jolted around his deeply buried finger within me I felt a pleasure wave unlike any other sweep through me.

"Ohhh!" I exclaimed out loud, as I clamped about his finger with an orgasm far more intense than I'd had last night.

He continued to smack my bottom lightly with his cupped hand, even as he worked a second finger into me. My orgasm never stopped, but went on and on and so did his manipulation of me.

His hand would rub away the sting and then smack the other cheek even as his fingers thrust and rubbed aggressively within me. I felt completely broken and yet more alive with pleasure than I'd ever experienced in my life.

I'd never been treated like this against my will before and strangest of all as painful as he had been with me I had to admit that I had deserved it. He was my husband like it or not and I was his.

I didn't even know what had gotten into me earlier other than for some reason I had felt embarrassed by what he was doing and I had acted out like a spoiled brat, which admittedly I did have a tendency of being at times. I wouldn't be that way with him anymore though!

As much as my body craved what he was doing now I wanted no part of the pain that he had inflicted on me at first. It was well past time to grow up and to do that I had to acknowledge that I couldn't have my way all the time anymore.

"Please." I begged out softly, even as my body continued to convulse about his big fingers that now owned me. I had to keep repeating myself softly a few times before he seemed to take notice.

His fingers still thrusting within me he asked, "Please what?"

"Please do whatever you want with me." I meekly responded with as I felt my heart rise up in my throat.

As much as he wanted my respect I had to admit to the fact that I wanted his as well. His fingers pulled free of me and with tenderness he pulled me upright until I was standing.

There were tears on my cheeks yet as a testament to both pain and pleasure. He wiped at them and said in the gentle demeanor he had about him once more, "I'm sorry that hurt. Some lessons do, but it's for the best in the end."

I nodded, as I admitted as much, even as I felt the aching void within me that he had endlessly stroked with the thrusting of his fingers. "I want you in me." I admit-ted softly.

He nodded and smiled, "Me too!"

I could well see that as his unsated shaft looked larger and more engorged with blood than I had ever seen it yet. Hesitantly I said in gesture to the balcony, "We could go back out and finish in the way that you wanted me earlier."

He shook his head and said, "No, it's getting to light outside and the only man I want feasting on your beauty is me."

Something warmed inside of me at his words. Looking serious he said, as his hands settled over my hips, "It's not always about me having the upper hand Haquara. I don't want you to get confused on that. You're a strong woman and that's perfectly fine for you to be so, be-cause it is who you are. Be who you are, but not at the expense of the rightful order of our relationship together. Do you understand what I'm trying to say Haquara?"

I nodded. He moved back onto the bed, then until he was lying down and with a boyish grin he gestured to me and said, "Come on."

Feeling shy all of a sudden I obediently followed, unsure of what he wanted. Putting his hands beneath his head, he said with a smile, "Enjoy the ride."

I looked wonderingly from him to his shaft rising proudly up into the air. Moving closer I straddled him and feeling a bit awkward I grasped a hold of him and directed him to his home within me.

Breathing deeply I let myself down onto his shaft, until the aching void within me was filled to the full. Breathing heavy I looked up to him expectantly.

His gaze was passionate, but he made no move to dominate the situation. He was letting me be in charge and in a way he was giving me back my self-respect that I had lost by being mastered by him.

Feeling tears course down my cheeks even as I adored the amazing feel of him burgeoning with life within me, I said, "Thank you!"

"My pleasure Haquara." He said, even as he let his hands come forward to cup and fondle the breasts that I knew he loved.

I leaned forward onto my hands and with intention I made my nipple bump against his chin. His mouth closed over it with a sucking clasp and with a groan I accepted the pleasure he gave me as I rose up and down and plunged myself onto his shaft rooted deeply within me.

We both came at the exact same moment and crying out completely overcome I fell forward onto him as our two hearts thundered out as one. Life had never been like this before.

Nothing made sense, except for maybe one thing. Experiencing the feel of him in me, around me, as well as his strong presence, that was beginning to make sense.

I felt consciousness, escape from me as the peace I felt in both having succumbed to this man's will and yet being myself in some aspects suffused around me. Dreamily I felt his shaft start to soften within me, but I didn't move off of him, instead I buried my face into his neck more as the scent of him increasingly became my favorite smell of all.

His hands rubbed my back and moaning I felt myself pass out with the pleasure of what it was to be with him as opposed to being in charge of him. I liked it better this way.

Chapter Five

The Judgement

"Are you ready for this?" Torin asked.

Tight-lipped I hissed back in reply, "What kind of a question is that? Do you want to die?"

"No, I'd rather very much live, especially now. That said, if I do die I know I'll be alright."

His voice, though his words were spoken low, was calm and glancing at him I saw the clear evidence of his faith in what he had said. I did not understand this man!

At times he struck me as the gentlest of souls and then at others as the most courageous of men. Glancing about trepidatiously, as we made our way into the Royal Hall, upon all those gathered to surely what would be our funeral, I pondered on what it could be that gave my man so much courage in this moment, when I only felt fear that each breath I took would be my last.

We were halfway across the length of the Hall and so far we had not been stopped and yet that meant nothing. I had seen trusted friends of my father slain upon the footsteps of my father's throne before and I was but to him as a discarded daughter and of lesser value than any of them had been.

The imagery of my head, leaving my body and rolling on the floor was not a pleasant one. Softer voiced than before I asked, "What gives you so much courage? I fear what comes after life. Why don't you fear death?"

Torin's hand squeezed mine warmly, indeed the presence of his hand entwined with mine was the only source of comfort I had upon entering this place. He spoke, "My God gives me strength. As to dying, I do not fear it for to die is to be with my Savior, the Man who made it possible for me to live forever with my God. Now you on the other hand do not have the same security as I do and so I understand your fear even as without my beliefs realized as your own you have no hope of an eternal future that is good or worth dying for."

I glanced at him and asked, "You think your God is so much more powerful than my gods?"

"I do Haquara, but do not let my words convince you alone. See for yourself what my God will do in order to fulfill His will."

"And what is His will?"

"Among other things to set my people that you have here in bondage free. Claiming you as my wife, I also attribute to Him."

"How is that?" I asked curiously.

"God gives good things to those who seek Him as He is a good Father and a wife is a very good thing."

Glancing ahead toward the angry glowering visage of my father, I felt emotion rise up within me as I more to myself asked, "You think I'm something good? Something your God would reward you with on account of your faith?"

"Yes, very much so." He affirmed squeezing my hand warmly. I glanced away from my father to him only to see his earnest gaze focused upon me and not on any of the several hundred officials in this room or the menacing royal guards prepared to descend upon us and cut us to pieces.

"Haquara you are a very good thing. One of the best to ever occur in my life. Later I look forward to speaking with you more about all this, but for now watch and don't let go of my hand."

Feeling emotions well up from deep within I nodded as I met the gaze of the most fearless man I had ever met. He smiled and tremulously I returned it as the presence of something more powerful than him hung about him as if it was a sheltering cloak and in turn I felt my own spirit bolstered as well.

Strangely, at this moment I wished that we were both back in my room making love and at the same time experiencing the emotional connection we were right now in the light of facing death. I glanced forward and saw my father angrily lift his hand.

It was done. My life was over.

I closed my eyes and yet my feet kept pace with Torin's as I mentally tried to prepare for what it would be like to be dead soon. I heard the scuffle of the royal guards in their approach and I flinched as I imagined their sharp bladed swords falling upon my unprotected skin.

The sound of something akin to glass shattering echoed loudly all around us and startled by it, I opened my eyes to witness the shock of the palace guards as they gazed down upon the sand sized particle pieces of their shattered swords that littered the bright marble squares of the Royal Hall. Speechless for words I stared as my man led me on past the scene of a miracle only to come to the base of my father's royal dais and stop.

My brother was in attendance and the look upon his face was that of a scared bunny. My father's face was more watchful, as if he was weighing his options.

I glanced to Torin and beheld a man of steadfast focus. Was this amazing man really my husband?

Despite the moment and all he must be thinking of he gave me a direct glance and of all things a wink! Could he read my thoughts that easily? His look remained enigmatic as he turned his head back to view my father who had risen up off his throne.

Sternly my father called down to us, "What is the meaning of this magic? Why are you with this slave Haquara?"

Strangely, I didn't even think of speaking on behalf of myself, but instead I waited for Torin as somehow I knew he would answer for me. This was very different for me, but I found that I didn't mind at all.

"She walks with me as my wife in whom I am very pleased. She is strong, beautiful, and entirely noble of heart, truly if she represented who your people were at heart, I feel that this meeting would be one of peace instead of the provoked hostility that you have pressed upon us from the outset."

"Silver words slave man, take heed lest I cut out your tongue!"

"I shall speak only what my God commands of me and in this I state plainly, you are to let all of your slaves go and remove all the false idols from your land or you will be destroyed even as your temple was last night. Your entire civilization will collapse and never be restored, if you do not heed the commandments of my God."

Torin had spoken calmly, but my father's apoplectic reaction to a calmly said prediction of the future had me wondering just how much my father's failing heart could stand.

"You presume to tell me what shall come to pass in my kingdom!! Who do you think you are Ar'morian Prince, of a puny upstart of a colony, to speak to me ruler of all of the Empire of Ticonga? Our army stands at over a 100,000 strong and there is not an enemy or obstacle too hard for us to crush! We will crush you once and for all! I had planned to take slaves of you, but now in three days' time we will march in force and I will kill every man, woman, and child that we find of your people and of any who have given you aid! You have my word on this!" My father sputtered out at the last as spent of all energy he collapsed back down onto his throne.

Torin glanced around at those of the court who seemed to have already forgotten the miracle of the shattered swords as they now snickered among themselves, even as my brother had managed to regain his usual smirk of dignified disdain. I on the other hand was trembling.

I felt power. Power beyond any known to man. Torin's hand seemed to burn mine with the power I felt coursing through him and yet it was just warm to the touch in the physical.