Heaven's Kingdom Ch. 04

He smiled internally as he tweaked her more sensitive areas, sending gentle tingles through her as a parting gift. Not enough to get her leaking but a lovely gift, nonetheless. Like the gentle ghosts of numerous lovers kissing her body. She squirmed in front of him, bending her head and pulling her shoulders as though being tickled.

She separated from him with a giggle, "Oh my gods, what did you just do to me?"

River stepped in and planted a gentle kiss on the girl's forehead before burying her nose in the nape of her neck and inhaling deeply. His bodyguard quickly found her ear and gave a teasing nibble.

"You liked that, didn't you?" she teased.

Lyra nodded with an excited squeal.

"Consider that a preview," Jax smiled, watching the two girls enjoy each other.

Even with their armor on, he found the sight incredibly sexy. Maybe even because of it. Maybe something misfired in his head as a boy, but he never felt the armor of the royal guards detracted from the beauty of the ladies inside it. To him, the suits and curves of the plates accompanied the aggressively attractive nature of each of the women perfectly.

Slowly River separated herself from her subordinate, their lips separating with a gentle smooch. Lyra blushed heavily.

While he still found the idea of a harem a little uncomfortable, he couldn't deny watching his River play with one of her friends got him hot and bothered beneath his robes.

River licked her lips, "You have a job to do. Complete it and return to us and we can continue this where we left off."

Lyra nodded, "His excellency as well?"

"Of course."

Jax rolled his eyes, "Yes, I'll be around. Bring me the Bene Dai, and... I don't know, we'll figure it out as we go, yeah?"

"I like the sound of that," Lyra said, still blushing, "Well, I'll be off then. It's been an absolute pleasure, excellency. And you as well, Captain."

She quickly saluted and hurried off out of the garden. Jax's eyes followed her out as River placed a gentle hand on his shoulder. Jax turned and glanced up at her.

"Is that what you did when you were away for training?"

River blushed, "I told you already, it often got lonely and, well, we were young, excitable girls with no boys to help, uh, ya know, exercise our urges. So, we made do and had fun doing it."

"Oh, I see. So, when I was stuck up here alone getting tutored by the grey ladies, you got to spend your time having hot lesbian pillow fights with your fellow guardswomen."

"Well when you put it that way... But there still was one important thing missing from all those hot and heavy nights."

"Which was?"

She wrapped her arms around him and kissed his neck, "You, my love."

"You're just saying that."

"No, I'm not. If I could have brought the girls up to the castle without rousing suspicions, I would have. I know you definitely would have enjoyed it."

"I really just missed having you around," he rubbed her gauntleted hand.

"Well, thankfully," River said, kissing him again, "I've received new orders from the Queen to not let you out of my sight while she's gone. And I don't intend to. I hope you don't mind the extra attention."

Jax rolled his eyes, "Oh no! Whatever shall I do?"

"Enjoy it, because I know I will."

Another dull thud echoed through the garden followed by more rock crumbling. Jax turned to River.

"Feel like getting your hands dirty?"

She cocked her head, "How dirty are we talking?"

"Figured we could pay Chane a visit and lend a hand," he smirked, "You are obligated to follow me around, aren't you?"

"Of course, my lord."

***

Tali moved along the rocks again, taking a similar route up to the Prince's citadel as she'd done previously. Thankfully, as tight as the patrols appeared, the Prince didn't appear to have increased his security since her first incursion. The same holes she used to infiltrate the compound still lay open for her use.

Whether or not that was done intentionally she didn't know and didn't want to. But the implications if it was...

Her mind shuddered at the thought just as her pussy quivered beneath her clothes. She glared down at her offending genitals as her body reminded her of its betrayal. She suddenly felt very aware of the fabric on her skin as she clawed her way up the cliffside.

The white tower inside its walls loomed ahead of her, though now, strangely far less imposing this time. This time, the complex lay lit by numerous torches and magitek lamps, giving the walls and what lay behind them a seemingly other worldly glow. She stared up at the fortress, the light beckoning her upward, as if inviting her to come experience the fantasies that lay inside it. Her lips began to leak.

She felt it again.

The mark on her womb providing a gentle, warm, tingling sensation. She grit her teeth and growled as the urge to stop and rub one out grew stronger.

Not this time.

She couldn't. She was Bene Dai, a human weapon, a mere extension of the Night Mother. Nothing more than a tool to be used, a knife to be aimed by the order, a blade meant to stab a target and nothing more. Blades were sharp and cold.

And most importantly, they didn't feel.

Yet, she did.

Feelings served to land her in this situation. Yet she couldn't entirely blame herself. The feelings and pleasures she experienced, which now existed as a sweet temptation, were foisted upon her by a much more powerful party. Could she really expect to resist in the face of such power? They trained her to resist the torture of terrible pain, of fingernails being pulled, hot irons poked through the body, nails driven through joints. No resistance existed for gentle caresses of one's private parts, massage oils gently rubbed into her skin, licks and kisses along her most sensitive flesh.

She clambered up to a flattened section of rock beneath the long bridge connecting the Prince's citadel to the rest of the castle and paused.

In another life, perhaps Avalon's royal guards found her on the streets instead of the Bene Dai. In another life, maybe she'd lived the life of a young guardswoman in training. In another life, maybe she'd be living inside those walls with her sisters in the guard.

She sighed.

Everyone appeared so happy there.

Yet again, the last thing the Prince said to her that night returned to the front of her mind.

"What you have to decide is if you want it to become permanent..."

The seal tingled again, the phantom vibrations running through her body. She felt herself blush as she glared down at her stomach. She could hide the mark behind the fabric of her uniform, but it never left her skin, teasing and tempting her. Like a lake filling drop by drop, the need for release built up inside her slowly but surely.

Her breaths came shallow as her face continued to heat.

No!

She shook her head, trying to force the tendrils of her baser urges out of her brain. She'd made it this far up the mountain and with the castle in sight, now, of course, her body decided to betray her! She clenched her jaw and put a hand against the rock.

Beneath her trousers, her underwear began to dampen. She glared up at the tower. She'd been debilitated by cuts and bruises before, but never pleasure. Pleasure felt infinitely more insulting than a blade to the leg or a punch to the gut.

Worse, it put her off her game.

She'd been at her best the first time sneaking up to the citadel and made it all the way to the Prince's chambers. Now, she felt dulled, slow, as if the very air itself grew thicker the closer she got to her target.

She growled and sat down, shoving a hand down her pants, pulling up a sticky line of grool from her snatch. Curse them and this place! As much as she wanted to resist it, some part of her remained strapped to that table. Some part of her genuinely enjoyed what happened to her.

And worse still, that same part of her wanted it to happen again.

At least it would until she completed her mission.

For now, she could at least clear her mind and steal some temporary relief from her lusts.

Her hand slipped back down her trousers, finding her dripping slit. The fabric of her underwear was soaked now. She bit her lip as her fingers glided over her clit, rubbing her sensitive nub in a series of circular motions. She shivered as the first waves of pleasure rushed through her pussy. She alternated her pattern, pinching her clit and giving it a gentle tug before returning to her swirls. Blood rushed up to her face and the cool air of the cliff became a wonderful relief as she continued to masturbate.

Yet it wasn't enough.

She growled and slipped a finger inside herself, hiking her pants down with her other hand, seating her bare skin against the cool rocks. She pulled up her robe, exposing her breasts to the mountain air, fondling the flesh and pinching and tugging at her buds. Her eyes turned up to the fortress. No doubt her tormenters would find this entertaining if they knew. No doubt her sisters in the order would find it just as shameful. Bene Dai were weapons, no different from a dagger. Daggers only slashed and cut. They certainly didn't masturbate like the lowest value whore at the masquerade.

Her fingers dipped in and out of her snatch, yet something felt wrong.

It wasn't enough.

She felt pleasure from it, yes, but the experience lacked, like a painting done in greyscale. The vibrant colors and diverse sensations of her previous experience simply failed to appear. Almost as if her own fingers couldn't reach the same spots they could. Almost as if her privates answered to their ministrations better than her own. Almost as if her captors knew her own body better than she did.

Did they do something to her? Why now did the experience of rubbing one out feel so unsatisfying? Could they have adjusted her nerves? Played with her mind?

No.

Her body was the only thing they played with. And play with it they did. Very well.

Too well.

And that was the problem.

Compared to their treatment, compared to what they offered, her own motions felt amateurish and inexperienced, like she'd just recently discovered sex and then been fucked by two grand masters. Of course, going back to the old methods felt dull and flavorless. Even her old flings across the order's various cells seemed just completely bland in contrast.

She squeezed her eyes shut as she felt herself approaching what she knew to be a blunted orgasm. Still, anything to regain her focus and control. Just to get it all out of her system. If only she could do the same to her memories of the experience.

The sound of shattering glass near her pulled her back to reality.

"Rumors were right. You do have an exceptionally pretty body."

Tali paled, quickly removing her hands and pulling her clothes back over herself. Her privates twinged in protest of a half-finished job as the air began to fill with a purple pink mist. She sniffed and immediately covered her mouth and drew a sickle from her back. Still, she could only hold her breath for so long.

"Oh, I wouldn't do that," the voice said, speaking with a slight, but unidentifiable accent, "Hold your breath all you want. He gave me more than just one."

What color remained in her face fled, leaving her paper white. She'd fallen for it again! Another trap! Was he here? Waiting somewhere beyond the cloud to restrain her again?

"Awfully quiet this time!" the voice taunted again, "From what I've heard, you're quite the noise maker when properly motivated."

She wanted to speak and curse at the voice. She couldn't afford the waste of air. She sharpened her senses, searching for the voice in the mist.

"Come now. A little sniff won't hurt you. I hear his excellency is quite good with aroma therapy. Though I must confess I'm a little jealous he experimented on you first."

Something wasn't right. The voice seemed to come from everywhere, and nowhere at the same time. As if it surrounded her while simultaneously speaking directly into her ear. Damn it all! Magic.

Of course, it was magic. There wasn't a damn person near her target who wasn't gifted in some shape or form. Deprived of her sight by the damn cloud that, for some reason, failed to disperse, and finding the source would prove impossible.

Her chest began to tighten as her oxygen ran dry.

Of course, her stupid lust got her caught. Compromised by her own treacherous pussy between her legs. Her own body stuck a knife her back again. Or rather, a finger in her snatch, tickling and coaxing on an itch that demanded scratching.

"You'll have to breathe again at some point, assassin," the voice taunted.

Tali growled and gasped out, "Fuck you!"

Immediately, another glass object shattered nearby. The cloud grew thicker, denser. It smelled of a familiar calming lavender mixed with a delectable collection of fruits.

Oh no.

Where a moment ago her panic overrode her arousal, her arousal returned with a vengeance, dueling with her previous instincts. And the fight appeared to be even. The same liquid the Prince and his bodyguard used as massage oil to tempt her now surrounded her as some kind of chemical weapon. Her nipples hardened beneath her robe and her pussy began to leak like a faucet. The fabric of her clothes now seemed to rub and caress her skin, as though a pair of hands ran over her body. A haze of lust surrounded her, slowly penetrating her every pore, washing through her system and clouding her mind.

The heat in her face and erogenous zones burned like a fire as she huffed and gasped like the horny slut she was. The seal on her womb began to tingle again, sending lovely filaments of ghostly sensation into her love tunnel. She felt herself begin to purr like a cat.

No!

She put a hand to her temple, her grip on her sickle tightened to white knuckled. Her legs began to feel weak. Her body demanded she finished what she started. Her mind demanded she complete the mission. It mattered not that her target brought her more pleasure than she'd ever experienced in her life. It mattered not he and his companion left an offer of more hanging in the air. It mattered not that-

No!

She couldn't even consider their temptations! A sword didn't consider the offers made by its victim. A sword only existed to be aimed and swung, no matter who or how well polished it. Though Jax and River polished her pretty well.

"Smell anything familiar?"

"Show yourself, you coward!" Tali shouted.

"Aww, do you really have the right to call me a coward, assassin? You slink around in the shadows like me, your tools are knives, stealth, and subterfuge. I suspect we have a lot in common, though cowardice is not one of them."

"Come out and face me then!"

"Oh, I would, but those aren't my orders. And it wouldn't be a fair fight for you."

On that she was unfortunately correct.

Tali growled, "Your orders are to gas me to death?"

"No. His excellency would never order me to destroy such a pretty piece of art like yourself. Though his insight about you was correct: you are compromised and in no condition to carry out your mission."

"Which is?"

"You're here to kill his excellency the Prince. Or at least you think you are. But if the way I found you is any indication; I suspect more than a few parts of you are having doubts."

Tali scowled beneath her mask, "And what are your orders then? To fuck with me until I leave?"

"Leave? Oh no, we don't want that. His excellency insisted."

Tali cocked her head, the purple-pink cloud growing thicker, "Insisted on what?"

"You want to kill Prince Jax. My orders were to bring you to him."

Tali felt a chill run down her spine followed by an accompanying twinge of her snatch. Oh no. It happened again! Or rather, it would. She shivered at the thought, her nipples puckering beneath her robe.

"Breathe assassin. Breathe it in. It was made special with you in mind."

If the air could clear she could maybe refocus herself enough to escape. Surrounded by this damn, unnaturally lingering haze, she wouldn't last long. She couldn't remain here. Though escape became a treacherously perilous prospect when she couldn't see the way down. Hell, her small plateau on the cliff could easily become a sheer drop only a few feet in front of her.

She swung wildly with her sickle, the cloth of her robe teasing her tits as she moved.

"Fuck you!" she shouted.

"Yes! That's good! Exertion will make it enter your system faster. Breathe more!"

She grabbed at her belt and chucked a handful of stun bombs out into the cloud, hearing them explode against the rock some distance away.

"Good throw!" the voice taunted, "Unfortunately you missed."

"I'll kill you!" Tali growled.

"The only option you have, assassin is to do nothing. But you can't hold your breath forever and I have enough of these to afford to be patient while the effects take hold. But... I think they already have."

Tali clenched her jaw, the rage burning through her just as hotly as her lust. Her legs felt like jelly, her strength leaving her as her arousal shot higher and higher. The same extreme horniness and desire for sex began wrestling her into submission.

This couldn't be happening again! She was a Bene Dai! A weapon to be wielded! Weapons didn't get horny! Her sickle couldn't get hot and bothered in its sheath so why could she? She could ignore any hardship and any pain to complete her missions. She'd completed her first major document theft for the Shri Union with three shuriken lodged in her back! Yet she could be debilitated by being too horny?

There was no logic in it. To have her fundamental weakness be pleasure felt like some kind of twisted joke. A Bene Dai could literally walk through fire to complete a mission yet apparently she melted like ice cream in the sun when thrown into a cloud of aphrodisiac.

Not just any aphrodisiac.

Hers.

Designed and made specifically with her in mind.

Tali wanted to laugh at the absurdity of it. The target her mission demanded she kill thought of her more than her own order. She never hated any of her targets or mission objectives. But this Prince, she wanted to hate him more than anything in the world. If she could force that hate up to the surface, she could complete her task. She needed it, yet it eluded her, dancing through her lust filled mind like a ghost. She needed that hatred; wanted it more than anything in the universe.

Her pussy quivered between her legs and she collapsed to the rock face, her sickle falling to her side.

Well, almost more than anything.

No!

She could feel the failure coming. She could only dread its arrival as running from it appeared almost entirely out of reach. She stared wide eyed at the ground between her knees, her breaths coming ragged and husky like an animal in heat. She needed air, quickly tearing her mask off.

As if to add insult to injury, the sound of another glass orb breaking nearby all but sealed her fate as the aroma of her personally engineered aphrodisiac only grew stronger.

Something dropped to the rockface. Footsteps moved somewhere in the cloud. No doubt the bitch who taunted her. She glanced down at her pants, a dark patch already forming between her legs.

An armored figure emerged from the mist. Similar armor to Avalon's Royal Guard, only slimmer, with more of the armor's magitek under suit visible. The form fitting plates hugged the guard's curves perfectly while still providing some decent protection. Light armor compared to River's. Built for speed and agility, and above all else, stealth. Specially designed, they left little in terms of body shape to the imagination. On her hips hung two ornate short swords. A series of engravings ran up the blades, giving off an earie gold glow.

The guard's helmet collapsed away into her neckline, revealing a smirking, blonde haired beauty. She shook her head, her hair falling into an unnaturally sharp and angular bob cut. Piercing green eyes cut into her like a predator.