All the Power Pt. 7: Barria

King Alleric of Barria looked across the table and smiled, somewhat awkwardly. He wasn’t looking forward to this conversation.

“I was told yesterday that His Supremacy will be vising His new palace here later this week,” the king said. “He’ll be staying for three or four days.” His Supremacy’s Barrian palace was completed months ago, at great cost and great inconvenience to the Subject Kingdom. It, of course, put the Barrian royal castle to shame.

“Okay,” Loard Markos replied. He wasn’t really sure where the old king was going with this. Markos was a young man in a hurrry, a top advisor to to the king and head of the royal treasury. He spent most of his time making sure that His Supremacy’s tribute got paid. Still, he had risen quickly for the third son of a rather obscure noble family.

“We will have to present His Supremacy with gifts,” Alleric said, clearing his throat. “Well, claims, I mean. To show our appreciation that he may grace us with His Sacred Presence.”

“I know.”

Alleric hestiated for a moment. “I’m going to present Oleria to Him.” Oleria was Markos’s wife, of less than a year. They hadn’t even had any children.

“You mean….” Markos trailed off.

“Yes,” Alleric said softly. “For Him to take as a concubine. If she pleases Him, that is.”

Markos stared at the wall in dejection for a moment, then looked back at the king. “Why Oleria? Why not Vendarsa?” Vendarsa was the king’s grand-neice. She was a few years younger than Oleria, and a renowned beauty. Everyone assumed she’d be presented to His Supremacy at some point.

“I’m going to present Vendarsa to Him, too.”

“What?” Markos grew indignant. “Why do you need to present both of them?”

“His Supremacy likes Barrian women. Surely, you know that.” The king paused, thinking. “Frankly, you should’ve thought of it when you married Oleria.”

“So? What does He need both of them for? He’s already got, what, two hundred something women. He can find a different one. He doesn’t need my wife.”

“Two-hundred forty nine,” king Alleric said. Markos wondered how the king knew that. “And how do you think I’ve stayed on the throne all this time? By doing whatever I can to make sure His Supremacy is pleased. And we’re already spending nearly half the royal budget on tribute, we’ve nearly emptied the crown jewels…if I present Him with two women, hopefully he takes one. If He takes them both, so much the better. I’m sorry, but this is just how it is.”

“It’s just not fair,” Markos said. “And we actually spend a little over half the budget on tribute.”

“Fair’s got nothing to do with it, unfortunately,” Alleric replied. “Look, I wanted to tell you so that you could tell Oleria yourself. You’ve got a couple of days. He might not even take her. Okay?”

“I know he might not take her. That’s not the point.”

“What is the point, then?”

For several moments, Markos didn’t reply. Then he did, with one word: “No.”

“No?” The king was getting agitated, although the understood his young advisor’s predicament.

“No. You can’t present her to Him. I can’t say no to His Supremacy, but I can say no to you, at least about this. So no.”

King Alleric leaned back and sighed. “I don’t want to have to do this. But if you don’t agree, I’ll tell Him that you don’t agree. He wouldn’t like that.”

“You would seriously do that?”

“If I have to. If you force me to.”

Markos knew that he was cornered. It wasn’t as though he could influence His Supremacy to think Alleric was lying. He had never even met His Supremacy before. Even if he tried, His Supremacy would probably just punish both of them. “So what are you telling me about this for?,” Markos asked.

“As I said, I thought you might want to tell Oleria yourself. It’s a courtesy. Just tell her please.” Alleric looked at the young man sympathetically.

Some courtesy. Markos stood up to leave. “Fine, I guess. I’ll tell her.”

“Thank you.”

Daymon strained with sore arms as he carried His Supremacy in His litter, an enormous mobile throne. Henneler, and ten other term servants, strained as well.

***

His Supremacy’s cock was firmly inside the concubine Lellienne’s mouth and throat, its tip deep in her throat. Tetenia licked His balls, caressing them with her tongue. The two kneeled before Him. His Supremacy surveyed the surroundings: the grounds of His new palace in the subject kingdom of Barria. The gardens resembled a smaller version of the gardens in the Sacred Estate, but with different flora and fauna. Off in the distance, in front of them to the left, was the temple to Him on the palace grounds, a ziggurat reaching into the sky. His Supremacy reached down and grabbed Tetenia’s breasts, and she moaned loudly for several seconds her tongue worked its way around His balls.

Daymon never got used to that sound. He never got used to the sight of her nude, bowing down before Him, either. Daymon had a feeling His Supremacy was going to revel in showing Daymon His ownership of Tetenia, and her utter submission to Him. It all felt like a bit much, salt in a wound. Both he and Tetenia were chosen to accompany His Supremacy on this spur-of-the-moment trip to Barria, of course. There was less than a week left in Daymon’s term, and then it would be over – for good, hopefully.

His Supremacy spied something out of the corner of His eye. “Stop,” He commanded the term servants. They obeyed.

“Ahh, that’s good, Lellienne,” He said. “Tetenia,” he added, grabbing Tetenia’s head and turning it to look where He was looking. It was a mable state of His Supremacy, with two concubines fellating Him – and one of the two was a marvelously detailed likeness of Tetenia.

Daymon shuddered, the weight from His enormous throne with a marble platform falling upon him. Who even made that, Daymon wondered. It was obviously Tetenia, the curves, the small of her back. The bulge representing His Supremacy’s cock distorting her face. Daymon felt like he shrunk down that instant, felt the weight of His mobile throne even more.

“Are you grateful that there exists a statue of you fulfilling your purpose, Tetenia?,” His Supremacy said, moaning lightly, His cock still firmly in Lellienne’s throat.

“Yes, Your Supremacy. I feel awesome gratitude that such a thing may happen. Thank you, Your Supremacy,” Tetenia said, licking Him with relish.

“Ahhh…do you wish to express your gratitude to me?”

“Of course, Your Supremacy. I would never deign to ask such a thing, but I will always and forever desire nothing but it. It is what I live for. Thank you, Your Supremacy.”

His Supremacy tugged Lellienne off His cock. Tetenia swallowed it, gagging lightly as she pushed herself down to the base. His Supremacy moaned.

“Let’s go,” He said to the term servants.

For several more minutes, they walked.