Drew's Trouble with Cats and Roaches Pt. 22

All the handmaidens and servants were naked, except for matching chain collars.

Drew turned and walked up to the beautifully laid out bar and buffet and poured a glass of his earth vintage wine. All while letting them stay in place. His eyes caught movement and it was Alania and Dahlia smiling and they stayed prone. They knew the game he was playing.

He was really stalling for time, not trying to be dominant prick. He had broken his own rules and started to scan the minds of those laid out before him. He needed to know the side games each of these players was playing.

He had reached out and lightly touched the princesses mind but found it somewhat vacant. He assumed she had well trained shielding. But on his second sweep, an in depth one, he found...not a lot of interest. He found she was 'not happy' with having to mate with an alien, even one that she found strangely attractive.

'Well thank goodness for that' he thought sourly.

The more he looked the vapider he found her. While exotically beautiful she was as shallow as could be. She seemed tied into the place intrigue, who was bedding whom, and who had been invited to the most recent party.

Drew was saddened. He had hoped that she would be thinking of the blending of the two Cat cultures to rule a combined empire. The Handmaidens Bella and Camila were as insipid as their mistress. They were extremely interested at what his short bathing kilt hid, but that was the depth of their thought process.

And then there was Dahlia. Her thoughts were almost feral in intensity. She wanted him and wanted him now. She had already noticed his scars and the way he moved. He could hear her thoughts on how wet she already was and how she would take him as soon as he was done with the princess.

She gave him the first hint on how to handle the Princess, softly and gently. He knew this because Dahlia wanted the exact opposite. She had somehow heard rumors of how he mated, and she wanted him hard. Her plan was to have one of them bleeding by the time they were done...in a fun way. He could feel her smile turning into a growl at the thought.

Alania, as always was too well shielded. One day he would be impolite and batter down her shielding. He did not want another Tiffany in his household. There would never be a being that could cause such harm in his house again.

The human servant was just terrified. She was yanked from the servant's slave group at the castle because she was human. She was not told of why she was chosen. The other servants had told her she was probably going to be a sacrifice to the new emperor. She was terrified of dying.

But after one quick swipe he could tell that she was of the same distant group as his adopted daughter Cara. They spoke a mangled form of Latin and had been taken from earth many eons ago.

And at that moment Kitten decided to make her entrance. She softly padded in, stopped, looked around and then went and grabbed a large cushion. She trotted over and plopped it down in her normal corner and went and got another. After her third trip she shoved them around with her muzzle and then settled on top watching the goings-on in the room.

"Lord, I must apologize, but is it appropriate to have your pet attend such noble functions?" asked Bella the handmaiden to the Princess. The princess was plainly disgusted but allowed her 'seconds' to do battle for her.

Drew did not respond right away, and Kitten ignored the insult.

He had walked over to the princess and took her outstretched hands. He had been informed of their customs and following the formal dictates, wrapped a platinum chain around her wrists showing the binding of the two kingdoms and his ownership of her.

She was now his, subservient to his demands and orders. He found it, to say the least archaic but she had demanded the old ways. Or her father had, and she was going along based on what she thought was right.

But he knew that with the ritual, she was now considered a 'Queen 'among her people.

"You are bound to me and my ways. So, I want you and your entourage to utterly understand how strange a land you have bound yourself to." Drew paused, "I know you have been informed. I know you have heard rumors but let me have you hear it from me. There are no slaves here or in any land I rule. All sentient species are considered equal."

He paused for affect, "And as for Kitten, she is a Royal Consort. And can speak for herself."

"Do you have anything to say?" he had turned his head to Kitten, but they had already shared words mind to mind.

"No need to say. Don't want to talk to chattering girls. That one," kitten flashed over a mental image of Dahlia, "could be fun. But others, no thank you" she ended with a snarl at Alania.

The group of Cats had gasped at her 'discussion' of them and hearing her 'talk' mind to mind rocked them a bit.

Lord Drew looked into the eyes of the new appointed queen. "I am not sure how much truth you have heard about me, or what fanciful rumors are floating around. I was just a normal human male when I came to live with the Pride. Due to my body's reaction to Cat Meds, my body transformed. Due to being subjected to one procedure I came to talk like Cats do. I lived, most did not. It was painful beyond anything I can describe."

Kitten got up and walked over to nuzzle his hip. She was now looking eye to eye with the new Queen still kneeling on her royal pillow.

"Kitten was a natural large wild cat of Earth. A gift to another queen of mine from a 'King" from Earth. She decided to put Kitten through the same medical procedure I went through. Kitten lived and does not remember the pain." He paused wondering why he was even explaining this to this banal group of Cats.

'Years later, Kitten was injured while saving women and children from a band of bandits. She almost died because of her heroics to save beings she did not even know. The medical tank did not quite know what to do with her, so it infused Cat DNA into her. So, she is no longer little kitten anymore. She is a bloodied warrior that was willing to give her life in defense of helpless children. She has killed in defense of children of the Pride." He paused again trying to calm himself, but he still held the gaze of the new Queen but broadcast it out to all in the room.

"When you can say the same, you can ask again that she not be present. The answer will still be no, but at least you will have earned the right to ask." His eyes left the Queen.

'Lord, where is this other queen? Why is she not here to share in the ceremony?" asked newly appointed Queen Ama.

He pulled her up, so they were looking at each other eye to eye. All the rest stood with her. "She is not here my queen because I took her head with my own hands after finding out she was a traitor to the Pride." there were gasps around the room again.

"I had made a promise to the members of the Pride when I was lifted to Lord, that if I ever found her to be unworthy, I would do it with my own hands. Her blood still stains the sword as it hangs in in the main room. It is a reminder to me, and to others that I keep my promises."

He was really done with the pomp and circumstance at this point but knew that he had to fulfill the rights and mate with her to seal the 'bargain' of the two empires.

"I wish to take you and mate you alone. Is that acceptable my Queen?" Drew asked.

If she could have gone pale, she would have. Ama struggled with her response.

She lowered her eyes and mentally stuttered "May I have Dahlia there with me?"

He also sent a message to Eddie and his mate to come to the pit chamber. It was only a few minutes before Eddie entered with his mate in tow.

'Yes Lord, what may I do to be of assistance?" He was slightly confused.

"The human servant seems to be from the same social structure as Cara and is terrified. Can you try and get her someplace she would feel safe and see if you can get ahold of Cara or any other of the humans that came from the rouge Clan?"

He waived to the human girl and at first, she shook her head no. Bella swatted her and pulled her up and pushed her to Drew.

She fell to her knees, prostrating herself at his feet. She was babbling something in her mangled Latin. He tried to put something together from his earlier dealing with Cara and from her mind.

"You are safe, there is no need to fear. These people," he said to her in some form of Latin and pointing at Eddie, "they will take you to a safe place and find someone you can talk to." The young woman was in shock.

"Do you understand?" he spoke in the same mangled Latin.

She shook her head yes and then was led out of the room.

'Who will attend us?" asked Camila with a bit of haughtiness.

Drew smiled and looked over at Alania. "Alania volunteered to be here tonight. I am sure she can handle any duties that befall her." He paused again, "Remember she is not a slave to be ordered about. She is part of this Royal household and will be treated with the same dignity that you would of another Cat."

He smiled at Alania, and she smiled back. She knew and acknowledged that he had trapped her in her own game.

"Of course, my Lord, whatever I may do to assist," Alania responded

"Or you could always ask Kitten for help," Lord Drew commented with a responding sound from the curled-up predator in the corner that would equal a 5-year-old sticking her tongue out.

Drew, Ama and Dahlia entered his private quarters and he immediately headed for the patio.

"Lord...Lord," called out his new queen Ama, "don't you want to complete the ritual?"

He turned at the doorway and tried to smile. He loved sex, but sex with a fun partner. This felt as bad as negotiating a contract with the North Alliance. No fun, no passion just a task to get completed.

"Are you in such a hurry to get pregnant my new queen? Or are you swooning with such desire that you can't wait to have me in your arms?" Drew commented and then turned to go out and look over the city from the edge.

Ama knew he was goading her but was not sure how to respond. She found him physically attractive in a very odd alien way. She was used to males fawning over her, not being ignored like he was currently doing.

Dahlia was doing everything she could to keep a straight face. She had spent over 20 years in the presence of the princess. She was given to Ama as a child, a gift from her father to the emperor. She had spent years putting up with her childish tantrums. She had been punished for the princesses' mistakes because no one could punish the princess except for the emperor.

She had been raped by the older princes before they died in the war, just to show the haughty princess how it would be for her. She had fought battles to protect her and carried the scars.

And through it all, here was an alien ignoring the fairest and most powerful of the empire like she was a sullen child.

Dahlia had desires. She wanted to go drop to her knees in front of this alien and see how big he really was. She wanted to plant her face on the hard surface of this private space and have him take her anyway he wanted. She wanted to feel him cum deep inside her and feel it drip out for hours. The thought of carrying a cub...made her sex so swollen that it rubbed as she walked.

And yet the brooding princess stood there unable to move, unable to talk, unloved because she was not getting her way.

Dahlia liked this 'human' very much so far.

Kitten came quietly padding to the patio but stayed at the door to be farther away from the edge. She never understood her poppa's fascination with being at the edge of a huge drop off.

Drew mentally reached out to a couple of the kitchen staff asking for wine, meats, and cheeses. He asked for a selection of wines because he was not sure what they may like.

He leveraged off the seat at the edge and went and grabbed the table and moved it closer so they could look over the city as the sun set, and city lights came on. He then headed back for the chairs.

Ama was confused.

'Why is there not a sea of servants moving tables and chairs? Why were they so alone with this alien...and his 'pet'? He had already admitted to killing his previous Queen and yet they were "ALONE" with this alien.' She thought and it frightened her.

She knew Dahlia had been trained in combat and was a skilled warrior, she could try and protect her if she so ordered.

"But this was all so confusing" she thought over and over.

'Where are the servants and why are they not attending to us?" she asked formally.

"I...we do not have servants as I think you are describing. Except for the kitchen staff bringing up food and wine when asked. No one is allowed in the private quarters without permission." Drew responded.

"We do have the cleaning droids that keep it clean, they came with the castle." Drew added.

"Who will dress me and who will bathe me?" the newly minted queen whined.

Drew started to laugh. And the laugh continued and became more rambunctious.

Lord Drew finally settled down a bit and took a sip of the wine that had just been delivered to the Patio.

Dahlia stayed quiet and stone faced during the laughing and obvious ridicule by Lord Drew. She knew what her place was, and it was not as an equal to these two beings.

"So, my Queen, are you unable to clothe yourself? Bathe yourself? Feed yourself?" Lord Drew asked with a change in tone and inflection.

Queen Ama sniffed and turned her head away from this obnoxious alien. She immediately seemed to have a fascination with the city lights below her.

"You will find things differently here on the outskirts of the galaxy. All sentient beings are considered equal. That does not always happen, but it is the ideal of what we are striving for." Drew paused.

"You will have choices to make," he paused looking at her, "You can be bred and produce heirs and stay amongst your people sequestered." He paused again" Or you can embrace our new society of intermingled species and try and enjoy the diversity." He again paused hoping for some reaction.

"The choice is completely up to you. Life and this community will move on, with or without you." Drew finished at the same time as he finished his glass of wine. He stood up in front of her and held out his hand.

"Let us complete the ritual and let you think on things." He intoned in a flat voice.

*

Drew was not a happy Lord an hour later. Yes, his new Queen went through the ritual, but it was as rote as anything he had ever done.

She tried to be 'sexy' as she stood in the middle of his private sleeping pit. Dropped her gossamer coverings and stood naked before him. She then dropped to her knees, spun away from him, and placed her head on the cushions. Her tail stood straight up, not a swish to be seen.

She presented her posterior and sex in the most unsexy move he had ever seen. Not that he was not hard. All he had to do was look to his right and watch Dahlia sitting on cushions, legs spread, slowly stroking herself.

He approached his new queen and found her only somewhat wet. He bent and kissed her sex and she squealed.

'What are you doing? That is filthy and wrong!" she shook her head and placed it back on the cushion. He looked to the right again and saw Dahlia with a huge smile. She had shifted down lower and spread her legs wider.

He placed the head of his cock and ran it up and down her sex. She mewed with that move, and he shoved forward, just enough to lodge his head in her opening. She jumped and sucked in some breath.

"You are big my lord, please go slow." Came a whisper from below him. The sounds and movements from Dahlia were becoming more energetic.

He slowly forced more of himself into her, pausing at times to allow her to accommodate his girth. When he reached bottom, he grabbed the base of her tail. He knew from experience this area was very sensitive to all Cats. She hissed and swatted his hand away.

'So much for being playful,' he thought.

'So, let's get this over with,' was his second thought.

He slowly pulled back his whole length obtaining another mew from the 'Queen" and then slammed home and deep with all his might.

She screamed, partially in pain, a little bit due to surprise and rest from pleasure. He repeated the process. He felt himself sliding to the dark side. He wanted to punish this pampered, spoiled brat.

He continued with his onslaught. She finally was becoming very wet, and she was moaning and thrashing on each thrust. She orgasmed on this third hard lunge and seemed to stay in some half realm the rest of the time. He held her hips up so he could provide the best angle for his enjoyment.

Finally, the time came, and he let loose with his seed. He stayed there for a few minutes, his back arched, face turned to the ceiling high above him, planted deeply in her. He held her hips against his so the last of his seed spilled deep into her womb.

And then it was over. He released her hips and she just flopped face down in the pit cushions. Dahlia moved to bring her a wet towel and help her move. The queen was unsteady on her knees and went back down on all fours. She steadied herself this way, on all fours, panting.

Dahlia took these few seconds to lean over to touch Lord Drew. She quickly passed him a private mental message.

"My turn! Don't wash and don't move I'll be right back."

She helped the Queen stand and walked her out of the room. Drew, not being in the mood to listen to anyone after that abysmal coupling, got up and went through the other doorway into his private bath.

Drew sent a quick message to Eddie to do a quick scan of the queen. He wanted to make sure that he had not hurt her and to see if Eddie could make an early pregnancy determination.

Kitten seeing him leave and thoroughly bored herself, got up and followed Drew into the bath. She staked out the doorway that led to the patio by dragging a large cushion over. Kitten curled up mostly on the cushion and kept her opinions of human and Cat interactions to herself.

Drew went back and got the food and wine that had been delivered to the patio and brought it in to the bath. He opened all the glass paneled doorways to allow a view of the stars and the breeze to flow through. He doused the lights and let the dimmed patio light to minimally illuminate the bath chambers.

As he was preparing to walk down the steps into the water, he heard the soft padding of Cat feet hurrying from the large breeding room corridor. He froze in place and just watched who or what was returning. Kittens only movement was to rotate her head and yawn. The dark silhouette passed the bath doorways and then he saw the shadow lines change and he knew it was Dahlia.

"I am in my bath," Drew commented.

The shadow stopped and then rushed back past Kitten into the room. She rushed directly at Drew and fell to her knees in front of him. He was standing on the first step of his bath completely exposed in front of her.

'Oh Lord...Please," and she leaned forward on her knees and sucked his cock into her mouth. While he was not hard at the beginning of her sucking and licking, he got there quickly.

Drew reached down and grabbed the back of her head with one hand and twisted her ear with the other. Her moan thrummed and she took him deeper in her mouth.

Mentally he could hear her moaning over and over "So good, so good." From the projections, flashes of emotion and other sensory information, she really liked the taste of the combined juices of Ama and him.

He pulled her loose with her squeal of protest and then pulled her head up so he could look in her eyes. They were full of lust to the point of being mad.

"Have you ever been with a human?" Lord Drew asked. He had deep feelings that this one was going to be a much more exciting experience than his time with the Queen.