Immunity, page 21
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Otter had made interesting promises to me involving the tickle rack. They didn’t happen.
Instead, we introduced Tail. “We’ll assign quarters later,” Glisten declared. “Baths.”
They stripped all three of us, everyone giggling. Tail didn’t resist. We bathed and then had a long, warm soak. I wasn’t ready to get out, but Glisten said simply, “Dinner soon.”
I thought dinner would be limited to the household. It wasn’t. The elves knew we were home, and we had a significant event, the dining hall quite busy. Glisten entirely took responsibility for Tail, and so I was free to see to my own duties.
I thought Rhosani would be tired of us, so I was somewhat surprised when she ordered Otter and me to attend to her. We spent much of the meal kneeling beside her, and she took turns feeding us. I spent a portion of the meal with my head in her lap, just touching Otter’s.
But then Wistful delivered a glass of juice. I thought it might be for me. Rhosani withdrew three, small vials, the cap of each containing an integrated eye dropper. One by one, she put several drops from each vial into the juice, and then she picked it up and swirled it.
“Tail,” she called out in Elvish. “Come.” Tail hurried over to face her from the other side of the table. Rhosani said, “Snow Dove, translate. What are the first five words you learned, Tail?”
“I am your harem girl.” Her pronunciation had improved.
“Do you know what these words mean?”
“Yes.”
“Are the words true.”
“Yes.”
“Do you believe you understand your duties as a harem girl?”
“Yes, but perhaps not entirely.” That was said in English. It was the Khaleesi that repeated the words in Elvish. I didn’t translate back.
She gestured to the fruit juice. “Sip.” Tail didn’t question. She may not have seen it was doctored. She picked it up and took a sip, then a second when Rhosani made a gesture. “Look around the room. Some of the elves are seated in a fashion that someone could set a head in her lap. Oh, a few more are shifting position. Pick an elf you find attractive, one you don’t know. Give her this glass, and then do whatever she orders.”
Tail hesitated only very briefly. I thought she was going to have a fine, fine introduction to her new life.
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Otter and I followed Rhosani to her quarters. Inside, we knelt to her. She prowled for a minute then turned to us. “Why didn’t you stay on Earth?”
“She’s asking you,” I said, nudging Otter.
“She is not asking me.”
“I suppose she isn’t,” I admitted. “By all rights, I should hate you, Khaleesi. What I feel for you is definitely not hate.” I looked to my right. Otter was watching me out of one eye. “I love Otter.” Then I looked up. “And I love you, Rhosani.”
“You could have negotiated changes.”
“What changes do you think I might want?”
“Freedom.”
“Are you tired of me, Khaleesi?”
She nudged me with her foot. “Please don’t ask stupid questions.”
“What changes do you want?”
“I’m not ready to answer that.”
I knelt upright so I could look at her. “Do you want to know what changes I would like? I would like when I ask questions, for you to actually answer them. And this is a much smaller one, but I think it’s ridiculous that I have to be escorted to and from the harem. But as the guards see to it whenever I ask, I mention it only because I feel guilty.” Then I bent back to the floor. “If it means leaving either you or Otter, I’m not interested in freedom. I’m not sure I’m interested even if I still get to keep both of you, but if Otter has plans, she can mention them.”
I looked over at her. “Do you want me?”
“Yes.” She reached over and took my hand.
“So I ask again, Khaleesi. What do you want?”
“I want the two of you in my bed. Frequently.”
I was still looking at Otter. She was grinning widely. “It’s about time,” I said.
“Otter,” Rhosani said. She pointed. “That cabinet. You will find everything you need.”
Otter hurried over and opened a few drawers. She turned around, her back to the cabinet, grinning.
“I believe Otter made promises to you. I believe I will watch. Do enjoy her, Otter.”
Otter giggled the entire time. She ordered me to remain where I was, and she undressed me as I knelt. From the cabinet, she found rope. She pulled me to the bed and bound me, kneeling widely, facing Rhosani.
I spent the entire time grinning – and squirming in anticipation. I was pretty sure she was going to tickle me. And I was entering a new phase of my relationship with both women, a phase I’d long awaited.
“I love you both.”
“Do you?” Otter asked, her tone playful. She ran her hands up my body, then around me, hugging, one hand sliding slowly to my breast. I looked down, watching it. “Is this what you want, Snow Dove?”
“Yes,” I said. I looked over my shoulder. “I’ve wanted this for a long time.”
She found my breast, slowly, a little teasingly, and then more so as her fingers played. My ability to think waned, and Rhosani’s look of hunger contributed. “Are you going to join this?” I asked her.
“Eventually.”
Otter’s hands moved. I whimpered as she left my breast, and then I squirmed as she slid her fingers along my side, lightly tickling. It took her moments before I was quivering, and once that started, the loud laughter was right behind it.
As I always did, I attempted to free myself, but I knew I wasn’t going anywhere. She began giggling. Even Rhosani began giggling and offering suggestions besides. Otter accepted some of them and rejected others.
“Do you want me to stop?” Otter asked.
“No!”
“You’re never going to scare me again, are you?”
“No.” I would have promised anything.
She tickled until I hung limply. And then she soothed. And then one hand returned to tease a nipple while the other slid much lower. “Yes,” I said, as she brushed me. “I love you.”
With Rhosani watching avidly, Otter took me, and I called out in my joy.
Eventually, she untied me. Much, much later, we all lay together, entirely spent.
I’d never been happier.
About the Author
A writer by avocation, Robin has a renaissance interest in many areas. A bit of a gypsy, Robin has called a few places home and has traveled widely. A lover of the outdoors, animals in general and experimenting with world cuisines, Robin and partner share their home with a menagerie of pets and guests, although sometimes it is difficult to discern who is whom.
Robin can be reached via email as robin.roseau@gmail.com. Robin's web site is http://www.robin-roseau.com.
Works by Robin Roseau
The Madison Wolves Series
Fox Run
Fox Play
Fox Mate
Fox Afield
Fox Revenge
Fox Dish
Fox Lost
Wolf Watch
Wolf Ways
Wolf Women
Fox Fate
Jaguar
Omega Born
Omega Life
Omega Choice (coming soon)
Fox Short Stories
Hunting Pups
Fox in the Water
Fox Rematch (set after Fox Mate and Fox Afield)
Fox Opponent
A Foxy Valentine
Other Books in the Madison Wolves Universe
Familiar
Kitty Cat
Poor Little Witch Girl
Seer
Seer: Thrall
Seer: Guardian
The Selected Series
Collected
Taken
Volunteer
Candidate
Recruited
Galatea
Beginnings
Lottery
Selected Roommate
Selected Assistant
Selected Student
Luxan
Competition
The Games People Play Series
Stories that ask a simple question: do you want to play a game?
Do You Want to Play a Game?
My Soul to Play
My Soul to Lose
My Soul to Win
The Five Kingdoms
Privateer
Searching the High Seas
The Pawn Series
Pawn
Bishop
Rook
Queen (Coming Soon)
Ressaline
Encircled (Claary)
Delegation (Allium)
Ambassador
Princess
Heir (Ahlianna)
Tiara Parts One and Two (Darfelsa)
Ressaline Apprentices
Ressaline Cousin (Valsine)
Ressaline Crown (Ahlianna, coming soon)
Greenwood Academy Series
Mage Unmasked
Luna Awakening
Tri-Vega Series
Rush
Other Novels and Novellas
Anonymous Bidder
Blood Slave
A Charming Brew
A Brew in Time
Club Underhill
Emergency Claus
Fitting In
Fluid
Free to Love
Galatzi Trade
Galatzi World
Galatzi Joy
Galatzi Life
Giant
Immunity
In Custody
Indentured
Lace
Lost in the Words
Metabrain
Mind Wipe
Outside The Box
Red Paws Inn
Reluctant Host
Stark's Dell
Submission
Sugar Baby
Surprise
Team Building
More Team Building
The Interrogation
Tresjolie
Trust
White
The Ski Bindings Shorts
Short stories of love and lust amongst the slopes.
Snow Fox
Short Stories
Cooking for Love
Southern Night
Captured by the Raptor (writing as Rosetta Robins)
Immunity
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