Princil's Magic : Charlerion's Concubine : Ch.7 (Part 2)

Ch.7 : Charlerion’s Concubine (Part 2)

The next few weeks were blissful by comparison with the tribulations she had undergone since the invasion of her harmonious city. She basked in the obvious love and devotion of the young King. He spent much time with her every day, mainly making love on his grand four poster, and sometimes in the bedroom he had set aside for her, which she retired into mostly when he was not in residence. He even encouraged her after a few days to go out with an escort of guards and see the south bank of the city, which Guthelm had agreed belonged to Charlerion and Pelancir. It was understood between them that Remzain must take those four guards with her wherever she went. She was the property of her master and he would not be prepared to lose her. If she had tried to escape from him the guards were duty bound to recapture and hold her, but there was no thought of attempting that in her mind. She felt strangely like a Queen, although she knew she was not, and why should a Queen wish to escape from her husband the King if he worshipped her and treated her well. Indeed where would she have gone if she tried to escape.
Charlerion the King was hard working, despite the energy he continued to give to her in lovemaking. He was away for long periods of the day, and sometimes longer, overseeing the war the Pelancirians and Grumandorians waged with her homeland. In these few weeks however he did not fight himself, but managed his war from a distance. A constant stream of Generals and Knights and officers came to him to receive orders and decisions from him or to give reports.
She met many of his soldiers and servants, men and women, and they treated her with a respect she had not expected. She wondered when he might ever spend time with his other concubine, but after a week or more he did go over to her rival’s rooms to enjoy her company. Strangely when he returned to her later that evening he took her with renewed fanaticism, and they enjoyed one of the most wonderful love sessions they had experienced since Remzain’s arrival. She was curious about the other concubine.

“You are a woman of Shalirion my love,” said the King. “I understand you are a very open people. For example your rules of marriage are not like ours in Animar.”
“I have observed it to be so,” she agreed. She hoped he was not intending to lecture her on the subject, to make the ways of her own people sound careless and repugnant.
“I understand that you do not consider marriage to be sexually binding. A man and his wife remain free to explore relations with many other friends and even with strangers.”
“That is so. It is no secret, it is our way,” admitted Remzain.
“You must have had much experience of the male sex then, although you are a young woman. In Animar many women of your age have experienced none of the male sex until they have entered into marriage.”
“Of course, I have experienced many men, since my adulthood, although my experience is not as great as some others, and I am still young,” explained Remzain.

“Charlerion I am a woman of Shalirion, and therefore I would naturally take many partners, but my situation changed when Guthelm’s hordes and your army took my city. We are under your control now and there is little any of a conquered people may do to change that. I am grateful that you have taken me as your concubine. You saved me from being the plaything of Guthelm, and you brought me to a life of privilege. It is a good life. I find that I do love you genuinely. You are the finest man I could ever hope to entertain in the bedchamber. My need for others is dormant. I seem to feel no desire to find other lovers. You satisfy me beyond expectation. Is that what you wish to hear from me, being a man of Animar? Then I can say those words and mean them.”
“I am pleased to find that you can say those words to me. However I am not demanding you to deny your natural social inclination, as many from my continent would indeed. You know that I have a Queen in Pelancir. With her I have children, five growing offspring who will inherit my legacy when I no longer walk this world. I have taken other mistresses and concubines in Pelancir. You have met one of my other concubines Jacqueline, who I brought from the mountainlands of my country to keep me company in this campaign. I have 2 concubines, aside from you, in total, Jacqueline, who you have met, and Lara who remains in Pelancir. I also have two mistresses who I maintain in Pelancir, at present. I have children to Lara, my concubine who resides in Pelancir.”
“I enjoyed meeting Jacqueline indeed,” said Remzain politely. She had found Jacqueline to be jealous of her, but knowing her place Jacqueline had not been too unpleasant to her. Jacqueline had been picked as a concubine as part of the tax levied upon a mountain principality in Animar, but Charlerion had obviously regarded her as a favourite due to her good looks and healthy body.
Charlerion smiled at Remzain’s politeness. “As you can see I have a number of women, and none of you will ever hold me to one of you. I am an ambitious man, in my personal life as well as in my life as a King. My collection of women is not traditional to Pelancir, as it is not to Grumandria, but Guthelm and I are a new type of King. We have personal power which goes beyond what the Lords of our Kingdoms once allowed. We can dictate our wishes, particularly in the realm of our personal life. The Gods will allow me to take on as many as I might keep.
“Now that I am a King in Shalirion I learn more about your customs and practices every day. I see that you raise your children communally, that you live in family groups, the men with more than one wife together, perhaps with more than one husband in the group, and you are all free to engage as many lovers as you care to. You can engage yourselves with the husbands of your friends, and many of your women, I hear, will lie with each other. This is all very confusing, even to me who has women to choose amongst. This is far from being the Pelancirian way, but I do confess that the thought of these practices begins to haunt me, in a most exciting and pleasant way. I find myself wanting to share you with friends and obedient officers, perhaps as a reward to them and to you. I find myself wondering what it may be like to share my bed with two of my concubines together, and with other slavewomen of Shalirion. I find that I wish to be introduced to some of the ways of Shalirion. What do you say to these ideas of mine?”
“As I have said Charlerion I find you a very beautiful male to be with, and to be able to conduct myself in ways which are closer to the natural ways of Shalirion, would of course make me happier still!”
“Good, I wish to act upon these thoughts very soon,” said the King, loosening her gown as she stood before him. “Do you like to play with women also. Does that interest you?”
“I have explored women, certain friends, but usually as part of encounters with men. I like some women, particularly the prettiest ones, but my overriding interest has been men so far in my life.”
“So you will share me with another woman, and lie with her in front of me too,” asked the King.
“Yes of course sire, if that is your pleasure, it can be mine too.”
She felt joy that he proposed to allow her to share her sex with others. It had been a pleasure before the conquest and it would be again. Although she might have put up with a monogamous relationship forced upon her, and she was very fulfilled with Charlerion, she felt even greater joy that they might have sexual adventures which might follow both their inclinations more freely. She was wary, because he was the King and he owned her now. She would have to obey him, but it seemed that her sexual life at the least was to become more exciting and adventurous and more like the life of a Shalirionite should be. She found herself looking forward to the adventures to come. Life was set to become even sweeter for her, which she had never expected when she had been forced to step outside the door of her home, and when she had been taken to Guthelm by Valdark.

The King pushed her gently forward onto their bed and mounted her hungrily from behind. With swift thrusts he caused her waters to gather. Then turning her onto her back she thrust her legs upwards and he straddled her pushing his huge virile organ into her, until she came, gushing even before him. Then he sprayed her insides with his masculine juice, and like a lion, he collapsed and lay still upon her panting.