Drew's Trouble with Cats and Roaches Pt. 22

Mentally she responded, "Sort of my Lord. human slaves at the Capital were brought in to play with. But they were always submissive and meek. Nothing like you.' She bent forward and kissed his groin. Her paws slid though his pubic hair and she lightly kissed the crown of his cock.

'I love the taste of the Princess...sorry Queen, but she does not find the same joy in receiving. I love giving her oral worship. You saw her reaction. But the taste of you together made me cum by itself." she was hyperventilating at just the thought.

"Please tell me you will cum for me. I want your cum in all parts of my body," she mentally stated. The 'statement' was followed by visuals of cum leaking from her pussy and ass. Cum splattered across the fine fur on her face.

She pulled loose of his weak grasp and dived back on to his cock. He rolled back his head for a moment and then dragged her by her ears into the pool. Once she recognized what he was doing she just settled in the warm water and bobbed her head as he leaned against the edge.

'Soon I will want to taste you my sexy Cat. Do you have the same concerns as your mistress?" Drew questioned.

Dahlia raised her head, keeping just the tip in her mouth to lick and tease with her tongue. "Lord, I am just a lowly slave, my life is to protect the Princess...Queen and provide joy as directed. I have no needs for myself. I am here to pleasure you, not the other way around."

''Yet I would be pleased to taste you and make you squirm, as you are doing to me right now. Plus, you are no longer a slave and will never be again. Once the ritual was complete, so was your demanded service to the Queen. You can now go anywhere and do anything you wish. I will try and explain things again to my new Queen at breakfast in the morning.'

Dahlia, started to smirk, then giggle, then popped his rather large erection out of her mouth and started to laugh. "You will have to wait until midafternoon Lord for the new Queen to awaken, bathe, primp, whine and make to a repast. There are many of us that are up and busy at dawn, but not your new Queen."

He could feel her open enjoyment at even the thought of an early morning repast with the Queen and it continued to make her chuckle, both verbally and broadcast. 'With what you put her through, she will whine and cry about how beastly you took her until supper time. '

'So, will you join us at Breakfast?' Drew asked.

'I will have to ask my Queen Lord,' she thought for a moment, 'I would like to discuss this alleged freedom with you. My whole life I have been a slave. While outwardly I am treated at a much higher level, all know that I do not have aristocratic blood and am only a slave.' then she bent again and took his cock deep in her mouth.

He thrust down her throat for a few strokes making her moan then pulled her free.

'Go ask her when she plans to meet to discuss the future now that the rituals have been satisfied. Tell her you are ordered to return to me to supplicate yourself and my beastly desires. Tell her that you will be receiving twice my beastly desire before the night is out." He lifted her up and swatted her muscular ass and set her on the edge of the sunken bath.

She knew that she almost came from the swats. She crouched looking at him and wanted nothing more than to launch herself at him and impale herself on his human cock.

Drew climbed out of the tub after she left, toweled himself off, threw on a shirt and kilt and planted himself on his patio. It was an hour until Dahlia returned, looking much worse for wear.

Drew lifted one eye off his pad as he watched her drop to her knees and supplicate herself at his feet. He was irritated. He assumed the spoiled Princess turned Queen would not take his direction well. Then he noticed the bruising. Dahlia's left eye was beginning to swell.

"So, she did not take well to my request for an early audience?" Drew stated out loud, instead of mentally. He was becoming angry and did not want to mentally broadcast the other feelings floating around in his head.

There was no answer from the prostrated Dahlia. But he took a moment to reach into her mind and see the scene in the 'queen's" chambers.

"A fucking petulant child! That is all she is, and one that needs to grow up!" he stormed.

The anger overwhelmed him. He did not have the patience anymore to play political games or pretend games of dominance. Especially where the 'innocent lives' surrounding the game players paid the price.

Lord Drew...and at this moment he was most assuredly Lord Drew, stood up so quickly in his chair. It flew back and toppled on the patio. He walked deliberately through the hallways until he found the old thrown room. He walked to back wall and reverently pulled the Claymore from its holder and looked at the blade reverently.

He turned and found Dahlia following him, she had frozen, and her eyes were huge.

"Do not get involved. She needs to learn a lesson and I plan on teaching her one. I will not kill her, but she needs to learn the perils of leading a kingdom."

"Lord I am her protector. It is my duty," responded Dahlia, eyes downcast, her left eye almost swollen shut.

He turned from her and walked through the throne-room door. Waiting for him at the door was Kitten.

"Keep her here. Don't hurt her but keep her here." He told Kitten who lowered her shoulders, growled, and locked eyes with Dahlia as Drew strode past.

Drew entered one of the secret passageways that littered the old castle and burst through what looked like a wall, but secret doorway into the chambers being used by the new 'Queen".

There was a large outcry and screaming when he suddenly burst into the room. When they saw what he held the screaming became bloodcurdling.

'Where is my slave Dahlia, did you kill her?' Ama broadcast. Then her 'shout' to the other handmaidens 'Protect me from this hideous Alien, you fools! Do your duty!'

Bella and Camila baring small fangs and manicured claws rushed him, bumping into each other like something from an ancient comedy.

Drew's ire was raised after the 'hideous alien' comment. He would have laughed at the comedy trying to rush him, except for his anger. As they reached him, Camelia at least got one swipe at him before he whipped them both into the far wall with one arm. He almost used the sword but held himself back. They landed in a heap of moaning Cat flesh, tangled but not broken.

He stalked towards the princess/queen, and she took a feeble swipe at him also. He grabbed her paw and bent it at a painful and awkward angle.

"Stand now or die where you sit on your pampered ass." He stated out loud. Cries and moaning could be heard from the tangled pile.

'Kitten, bring Dahlia to me," he sent privately with a sense of where he was. The Queen tried to regain some version of dignity. That is until he spun her and grabbed her by the scruff of her neck and lifted her kicking and spitting.

He squeezed down on her neck as she tried to squirm free. He started to carry her out to the patio attached to her quarters.

"STOP Squirming and trying to claw me with your rear claws, or I'll kill you with my bare hands! You two, get off your assess and follow me...NOW!" he yelled out loud.

He carried the Queen to the low stone wall that was the edge of all the patios, more of a continuous bench. He shoved her face down with her upper breasts at the outer edge and her head hanging over the precipice. Her body and feet still squirming on the patio.

He straddled the wall and sat down. Then he swung the sword around with a resounding 'swoosh' and brought it to the back of her neck. The blade immediately started to cut its way through the coffered mane of the queen. The two handmaidens screamed and fell to their knees with a calliope of blubbering begging.

The Queen just cried and sobbed, her tears falling into the void below.

The blade rested on her neck. She was so in shock that she did not seem to recognize the danger and started to squirm.

"Stay still or this blade will cut right down to the bone." Drew cautioned with little empathy.

Suddenly Kitten appeared with a bruised Dahlia following behind.

"Good we are all here. There are two stories I am going to tell. Depending on your reactions, I am either sending apologies to your brother and father or you will understand my point of view and agree to abide by my rules."

"The first story is an ancient one from my home world. It's called the 'Sword of Damocles'. In the story, in a long-ago kingdom, a king sat on his throne. One of the court people made a comment in a middle of dinner that a Kings life is grand and easy. The king thought for a moment and then said, tomorrow you shall be king for a day. We shall have a daylong feast so you can enjoy your day as the King." Drew was trying to hold his temper, and part of him wanted to just raise and drop the blade and be done with this creature.

"On the appointed day, this man took his place on the throne started to drink and be merry. He caught the real king smiling and looking up. When he looked up, he found the great two-handed sword of the king," Drew paused and leaned forward to whisper pressing the blade down harder and making the Queen gasp and whimper from the pain. 'Just like the one I hold to your neck at this moment my "queen."'

Drew had to rethink where he was in the story, "so where was I, oh yes, so this great sword is tied to a beam above this man's head with just one hair from the queen's mane. The man tried to jump out of the throne but was slammed back into the seat by the real king." Drew paused to let all of creatures on the patio visualize his story.

"Then the king, one hand holding the pretend king in the throne, turned to all of the members of his court to explain. 'This is how I live each day. With the fear of a traitor, or the fear of another king wanting my kingdom. This sword represents all of those that covet my throne.'

"And that is the ancient story, but I have my own version of it." Drew stated and then looked in the eyes of those standing and then looked down at the pitiful queen still weeping into the void beyond.

"My version includes the following: the sword also represents all of that. But the sword also represents all of creatures, species, and hideous aliens I am responsible for. If I do not lead with honor, duty and with my whole heart, then the sword should slide through me so another may lead. Because the kingdom or empire is NOT me. It's all those HIDEOUS creatures that count on me to protect them."

He reached down with his free hand and grabbed her mane and jerked her head up. "Look at the lights "Queen" each of these lights represents thousands of HIDEOIUS creatures depending on us to lead them." He paused with her to lean closer, "Do you see all the lights? DO YOU?" he screamed until she shook her head in the affirmative.

"They struggle each day for life. They struggle each day for their families. It's our responsibility to make it better for them each day." He paused again knowing he was at his limit.

He pulled her back from the edge and let her slump at the wall. He tapped the blade on the ground in front of him.

"I promised a second story, but really it's an object lesion. Shield your minds from me. You my queen are supposed to be the strongest, so protect yourself." And he walked right into their minds with no trouble or work.

All of them screamed and tried to shield and cover their eyes, as if that would help.

He looked down at them without pity but with empathy. "I could be anywhere and do that. My daughter, whom you have met is as strong as I am and let me know how weak you were. I can walk in anytime and know your deepest secrets." He paused wondering if he should continue.

"I know what you feel about me and my hybrid human life. But you carry our children now." There were gasps from all the females present except for Kitten. She just yawned. Just more cubs to protect and play with.

"But how do you know?"

"That scholar you insulted when he came to provide you with a post mating check- up confirmed it. His name is Eddie, and he is like a brother to me." Drew paused, "No, more than a brother. You could not look past the title of scholar to understand the trust and love I have for him." Drew paused again because he felt the anger, or plain frustration, building up again.

"You have the title of 'Queen' now for your people. But unless there is some magical change, there will be no other mating between us. Please remember that titles are just that a 'title'. It has no weight with me. Lady Target is twice the Queen you will ever be and carried no real title. The people of this land gave her the title of 'Lady' out of love."

Drew turned to go away but said over his shoulder "There are no slaves on this world or any world I rule. Dahlia is free and I will fulfill my promise and mate with her tonight if she so wishes. I am still obligated to mate with the other handmaidens if they wish."

Drew turned to look at all three handmaidens that were sort of gathered, "All of you are free to choose to mate or not mate with his 'hideous alien'. It is completely your free choice."

Drew half turned back and started to walk away followed by Dahlia and Kitten.

"Dahlia, you will stay with me!" the princess queen mentally shouted out.

Dahlia ignored her and kept walking. When Drew reached the door he sent Dahlia a private message, "I will meet you in my quarters. Get something to eat, you will need it. We need to finish what you started earlier." But there was no smile or mirth to accompany the thought.

Drew quarter turned back to the hen clutch on the patio. They were all looking at the shorn mane and cut at the base of the Queens neck where the sword had bit down. "You were told our medicines were far advanced that your own. I will send someone to you, probably Eddie. Treat him with the upmost respect. You carry four cubs, two males, two females. That will be the only brood of cubs you will carry from me. "

He looked at them and they at him. "The next time this sword is brought into your presence, I will take your head. Be warned, I have no patience for your arrogance. After the cubs are birthed, I will have little care for your life. You need to prove that you are more than just a spoiled, petulant child that never leaned manners."

And with that Lord Drew was gone from their presence.

End of Chapter 22