Chapter 12 #3
Andrew held her gaze, searching for something behind her words.
“However,” she added. “The city is very enthusiastic about the ritual, and many women have been practically storming the temple, begging the gods and the higher sisters to choose them to be next.”
Andrew swallowed. “I see,” he said.
“So you might understand it is necessary to keep you here for a while. At least until things settle down.”
She seemed to detect the insecurity in his gaze. “You will thrive,” she said again. “Don’t you worry.”
Andrew let out a breath through his nose, a slight edge of tension still lingering. “You sound pretty sure of that.”
“I am rarely wrong,” she replied.
He shifted his weight, grounding himself as best he could. Every exchange with her felt like stepping onto unfamiliar ground, where the rules weren’t fully explained but were clearly understood by everyone else.
She gazed downward, her eyes fixating on his crotch. Her fingertips graced his bulge.
“Once Valeria has got you fully moved in, we’ll start bringing the selected ones in,” she said. Her eyes locked with his. “One”—she tapped his bulge—“by one.” Another tap.
“You move quickly,” he said, his voice slightly trembling as the blood started to rush to his cock. “Temple, chambers… all in a day.”
God I sound stupid.
“It would have been unwise to delay,” she said.
Andrew nodded slowly, absorbing that.“Right,” he said.
Tap. Tap.
She studied him for a moment longer, her attention focused in a way that made his erection form all the faster. “Tell me,” she said, her tone softening just slightly, “how do you feel?”
The question caught him off guard. He glanced away for a second, then back at her, deciding not to overthink it. His cock was now tent-poling his boxers.
“Honestly?” he said.
“Yes.”
He exhaled, then shrugged lightly. “Horny.”
She watched him, her expression amused. Then she stepped closer again, closing the space even further until the distance between them felt almost nonexistent.
“Good boy,” she whispered. “That is what matters.”
She gently pulled his boxers down with one hand, then wrapped her other around his shaft.
Andrew gasped. “Y—your Highness,” he blurted out, feeling like an idiot.
“Yes,” she hissed through her teeth as she moved her hand faster. “I am your Queen.”
Now breathing faster, Andrew let it happen. The pleasure soon started to spread through his body, with the euphoria oozing to his brain.
Then, she slowed down her pace. “You are not resisting,” she noted.
Andrew gave a small, self-aware chuckle. “Would it make a difference if I did?”
She tilted her head slightly, considering him for a brief moment. “No.”
At least she didn’t pretend otherwise. Andrew nodded once. “Figured.”
The queen laughed, low and rich. She picked up the pace again, mercilessly stroking him. His precum spread, making wet sounds as she jerked him.
Then, she suddenly stopped, leaving him right there on the edge.
Andrew winced, curling his toes to keep himself from shooting his load all over her stomach.
“Keep it for the selected ones,” she said.
Then stop jerking me off, Jesus…
She smiled. “You are important to us,” she said, her voice softer now. “More than you understand.”
Andrew swallowed, his focus drawn to his cock, still oozing on the edge.
Then she leaned in and kissed him.
It was sudden and warm, her lips soft and fully against his. The contact caught him off guard, his body reacting before his mind could catch up. For a brief moment, everything else faded.
The Queen parted her lips slightly, the tip of her tongue brushing against his. Andrew felt the instinct to respond, to lean into it, but just as he began to, she lingered for a fraction of a second longer before pulling away.
“I’ll be visiting you again soon,” she said.
She turned as if to leave.
“Wait!” Andrew said quickly, his voice unsteady, his lips still tingling and the taste of her on his tongue.
The Queen paused and looked back at him. There was something in her gaze, almost otherworldly.
Andrew searched for words, his thoughts scrambling, until the question finally surfaced: the one he should have asked the moment he arrived in this strange place.
“Where are we?” he asked. “Is this still in the US?”
The Queen frowned slightly. “The what?”
A chill ran through him. “The US. The United States of America.”
She studied him for a moment, then shook her head faintly. “I am not aware of such states,” she said. “Only of the sister cities.”
“Sister cities?” Andrew repeated, the words catching in his throat.
The Queen’s expression softened again, her attention drifting over him briefly before returning to his face. “Rest,” she said. “You will need your strength.”
With that, she turned and walked away, disappearing between the flowing curtains as if she had never been there at all.
Andrew wanted to fall to his knees, but he didn’t. His body wouldn’t let him, it was still to wound up from the Queen’s touch.
He gazed out into the distance, the sun climbing higher onto the horizon.
He sighed. “Toto, we’re definitely not in Kansas anymore.”