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 While The King's Away, an Eddings fanfic (FF, rom)
 by Dreamqueen (dreamqueen@indiiscreet.co.uk)



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WHILE THE KING'S AWAY (c) 2000 Dreamqueen

Queen Ce'Nedra of Riva was coming to the end of one of her famous
temper-tantrums.  This one had arisen because her husband had told
her, as he was leaving, that he needed to make a state visit to
Maragor with Prince Kheldar of Drasnia.  And his wife, by dint of her
Tolnedran ancestry, was not invited. It wasn't so much that the little
queen had wanted to go, in fact, the very thought of encountering the
spirit of the God Mara again terrified her,  it was just the cowardly
way he'd told her, and run.

It didn't even help that Kheldar's wife Liselle had elected to stay in
Riva, because she had been offered the choice. Ce'Nedra felt a new
crescendo of fury building and glanced round the room for something
breakable that she hadn't already thrown.  Failing to find anything
she could lift, instead she grabbed a heavy, silver-backed hairbrush
and took aim at the large mirror on the royal dressing table.

Before she could let fly, however, she felt two strong hands grasp her
arms from behind, pinning them to her sides. "Enough Ce'Nedra."  said
the warm contralto of Princess Liselle. The tiny queen struggled and
kicked against this new obstacle to her will, but it availed her
nothing.  The same training, as a spy, that had allowed Liselle to
come up behind her undetected had provided the Drasnian woman with the
strength she needed to hold the squirming, struggling form firmly.
Ce'Nedra found herself turned to face the honey-blonde former spy.  "I
said enough!" she repeated looking down into the eyes which flashed
green fire. "You are a queen, Ce'Nedra, and it behoves a queen to act
with dignity and decorum." The gaze that pinned the tiny woman was
steely and determined, but softened as the fight left her.  

Something else appeared to take the place of the determination in
Liselle as she watched the green eyes fill with tears, and Ce'Nedra
went limp, all anger gone, wilting against the taller, supple form of
her friend.  The hands on her arms seemed to tighten involuntarily,
and she thought she heard a tiny gasping  breath drawn above her head.

Liselle guided Ce'Nedra to the large oaken bed, and sat with her
there, holding her gently, tenderly stroking her back as sobs wracked
her slight frame.  Gradually the storm subsided, as Liselle murmured
reassuring phrases into the flame-coloured mane of her friend's hair
until finally, with a hiccough she stopped.

Very gently, Liselle took Ce'Nedra's chin in her hands and lifted the
tear-drenched face up to the light.  With a soft cambric kerchief she
lightly dabbed at the cheeks, drying the soft skin.  "There," she said
quietly "that's better," and she brushed the red hair back from the
face. She smiled, slowly and looked deeply at her friend. The Rivan
Queen's eyes widened as they realised they saw more than simple
tenderness in the expression on the beautiful face of the honey-blonde
Drasnian. Though it was hard to credit, there was naked desire written
all over her, and perhaps, somewhere, a hint of challenge. The queen's
lips parted involuntarily, and her tongue snaked out to moisten them,
but she made no move to pull away.  For a long, silent moment the two
women looked into each other's eyes, before Ce'Nedra answered the
unasked question with an almost imperceptible inclination of her head.

Liselle rose swiftly and went to the door of the royal bedchamber.
Opening it, she said to the stolid grey-cloaked, Rivan standing
outside "The queen is exhausted.  I will stay with her and watch her
while she rests.  Ensure we are not disturbed, and everything will be
fine."  The man nodded, with palpable relief, as Liselle closed the
door again, and the large iron key grated in the lock.


Then, tentatively, she moved again to the bed, where Ce'Nedra sat,
twisting her slim delicate fingers together nervously in her lap.
"Are you sure?" Liselle whispered.  Again, Ce'Nedra gave that tiny
nod. For a moment both women sat there like statues, the tension
seeming to crackle in the air until, agonisingly slowly, the full,
sensuous mouth of the Drasnian Princess came down to claim that of the
Rivan Queen.

It was a kiss unlike any other she'd ever known.  More gentle, yet
more demanding, pressing her to surrender herself to it totally. She
felt herself yielding, and her arms came up to wrap around Liselle's
neck, her hands tangling themselves in the golden fall of the larger
woman's hair. As the kiss grew ever deeper, a questing tongue found
hers and a wave of desire washed over her.  A wordless whimper escaped
her throat, vibrating against the lips still kissing her mercilessly,
and she arched her body to press  closer.

Hands were at the bodice of her dress - hands that were used to
picking locks in the dark, so the laces of the teal-green gown proved
no difficulty, even as Liselle continued the soul-searing  kiss.
Deftly she unfastened the bodice, pushing it back, opening it wide so
that the cool breeze blowing off the bay and through the chamber
window caressed the burning skin beneath.

Finally, Liselle broke the kiss and lifted her head to look at what
she had revealed.  Despite two children, Ce'Nedra's body was still as
firm and slender as an adolescent's, and her breasts were small, but
with a ripe fullness, their creamy roundness tapering to small,
nut-brown peaks which jutted erect from chill and desire.

"Lovely..." Liselle murmured, as she lifted a hand to cup and caress
one small, perfect globe, "so very, very lovely..."

Fingers stroked, lightly, teasingly, barely grazing the surface of the
skin, causing the nipple to pucker even more.  The tiny queen groaned,
throatily, at the sensations which pulsed over her, the warmth that
spread from the gentle fingertips, rippling outwards, settling finally
in her groin.  With her other hand Liselle was pushing the gown off
her shoulders and arms, until the queen was sitting naked to the
waist, with an odd feeling that she ought to be shy, nervous,
embarrassed, but that she was unable to be. As Liselle's second hand
covered her other breast she gasped again, feeling heat and wetness
blossoming between her thighs, knowing with absolute certainty that
she would do anything the Princess wanted, and knowing she would love
it all.

Liselle pushed Ce'Nedra backwards against the pillows and slid the
gown off over her hips, leaving it where it fell, in a crumpled heap
on the floor, gazing now at the completely nude form that lay
trembling on the bed. Almost indolently she let a hand glide down the
other woman's left side, from the shoulder, tracing the curve of the
breast, the tapering at the waist, the flare of the hip, a soft
caressing touch which made Ce'Nedra feel she was vibrating like a taut
bowstring.  She bit down hard on her lower lip, to keep herself from
crying out and disturbing the guard outside the door, but was unable
to stifle an exclamation as the hand brushed lightly across the hairs
at her crotch and the blonde woman's lips planted a burning kiss at
the hollow at the base of her throat.

Giving a darting lick at each touch of her lips, Liselle kissed
downwards from the throat, downwards then across the rise of the
queen's small right breast, running her tongue in a lazy circuit of
the eager nub.  Ce'Nedra arched her back, making tiny whimpering,
mewling sounds interrupted with one long-drawn out "pleeeeease" of
entreaty, which segued into a slow sigh of ecstasy as Liselle closed
her lips around the nipple and began to suckle insistently.

As the Drasnian woman's tongue rasped back and forth across the tender
tip and her lips set up a hypnotic pulling, the Rivan Queen scrabbled
at the laces of her friends gown, partly as a distraction from the
climax she felt gathering to break over her body, to prolong the
delightful anticipation, partly because she yearned to feel the
smoothness of the woman's skin pressed against her own. 

With some wriggling, Liselle managed to rid herself of the gown, and
Ce'Nedra's eyes widened again as they took in the beauty of the naked
woman now laid beside her.  Her whole body seemed tinged with gold in
the sunlight, from the skin tone, to the bronze-gold of her nipples,
to the thatch of curls which nestled between her thighs. Though not
overdeveloped in any way, the outline of sculpted muscle showed
through the skin, giving her the appearance of an artist's view of an
angel or goddess.  She was dazzling, and Ce'Nedra was duly dazzled.

But goddess or no, Liselle was worshipping now at the temple of
Ce'Nedra's body. Her lips and tongue were teasing out the nipple,
rolling it around, caressing it until suddenly the teeth closed on it
with a delicious sting that threatened to push her over the edge into
orgasm. The queen's hands clutched at the bedcovers, her body arching
up, and her thighs parted of their own accord, as if to let a cooling
breeze in to quench the fire between them.

Seeing this, the blonde Drasnian slid her hand in one fluid caress
from the place it had been laying on Ce'Nedra's flat belly and across
the flame downed mound, coming to rest against the silken moist heat
of her sex.  Both women gasped simultaneously in delight at the
contact, and Liselle drew three long slim fingers along the slit,
parting the lips that protected it, to allow her access to the molten
core. Lifting her head at last from its suckling, she twisted to kneel
beside the queen, coolly looking down at her to take in every detail
of the effect she was having.  A tender smile ghosted across her lips.

Ce'Nedra could hold back her climax no longer, and as the cool fingers
slid inside her, the juices bubbled up to coat and cover them as the
little woman writhed beneath their in-and-out motion.  Each movement
took them deeper inside, the slickness easing their passage, as the
complementary movement of her hips drew them in, and the walls
tightened around them, clutching them.  Wave after wave of
unadulterated pleasure washed over her and she seemed to float on a
sea of sensation that made her shiver and every nerve-ending jangle.
Her breathing was shallow and ragged, and her head twisted from side
to side. A droplet of blood welled from her lower lip where she had
bitten down to silence her ecstasy.

Then suddenly, stunningly, Liselle gave a twist and a flicker which
brought the fingertips into contact with a spot deep in her centre.
The pulse it sent through Ce'Nedra was more profoundly shaking than
anything she had experienced before, and with a jerk which lifted her
entire body from the bed she opened her mouth wide in a silent scream
of lust and joy, before collapsing back with a shuddering sob. Slowly
and gently Liselle withdrew her fingers and with a smile, lifted them
to her mouth, licking the juices that glistened there with a delicacy
like that of a cat.

Ce'Nedra reached out her arms to gather the lovely Drasnian to her for
a kiss, but with a shake of her head and a twinkle of pure mischief in
her eyes, the princess dropped her head to the queen's sex,
determined, it seemed, to sample the juices at source.

Moments before, Ce'Nedra had believed herself worn out by pleasure,
satiated and incapable of more than sleep, but as the insistent tongue
lapped at her in long, deep strokes, it's tip curling around her
clitoris at the apex of each pass, she felt herself lifted again
towards another shattering orgasm, though lifted gently this time,
each stroke pushing her a little faster, carrying her higher.  It
seemed to her as if her whole world was centred on the golden head
which worked between her thighs, on the ripples of pleasure that were
running over every inch of her body.  Involuntarily almost, her hands
went to that head, pressing it down against her as she lifted her hips
to meet it, wondering, somewhere, at the back of her mind, how long
such intensity could continue before she surrendered to blackness and
floated away. From her throat whimpers escaped, barely audible, as
again and again she rode cresting waves of delight, until, at last,
the tongue slowed and let her slide gently into lassitude.  

Finally, Liselle lifted her face, her lips liberally smeared, and slid
up the bed to take the exhausted little queen in her arms. She
smoothed back the red hair which was plastered with sweat to
Ce'Nedra's brow, and kissed her, letting her taste for the first time
the honeyed muskiness of her own juices. "Thank you," Ce'Nedra
whispered her tone awed and heavy with sleep.  The blonde gathered her
close and pulled her in to pillow her head on the soft swell of her
breasts.  As the queen's breathing slowed and deepened and she drifted
into sleep, she gave a little giggle.  "If that's your idea of dignity
and decorum Liselle-love," she murmured, "I think it's just as well
that Kheldar won't be inheriting the Drasnian throne, don't you?" and
then, replete, she slept, safe in the arms of her lover.
