Chapter 3

As I’m still thinking and planning for the future a half hour later, Lashara stumbles out of the bathroom, her legs barely able to keep her upright, forget standing still and steady. She has put on a robe, but she shakes as she leans against the doorway trying to close it. I walk over and help to close it, but also steady her to get over to the couch, where she flops down. She looks at me the whole while with a sex drunk look on her face. “I thought I was ready, but I wasn’t. My expectations from my books and fantasies while I waited for the monster to return to his lair should have been enough, but the monster showed me so much more as he claimed me.” Here she tries to glare at me as she lets out some groans of pain, but I lightly chuckle as I gave her what she was asking for, not my fault that her eyes were bigger than her stomach so to speak. She stops glaring and moves to snuggle against my side, then she is quickly out as she falls asleep. The smell of the room has faded to the background at this point, only if you were to lift the blanket on the bed would you get an idea of what happened over an hour ago.

I doze off too and this is where Chiaia finds us both 2 hours later. “Come on, get up you two. There are still plenty of things to get done before the day is over. Lashara, you need to make the decision on what is to happen to the 2 pilots, the mechanoids, and the crew of their ship since you neglected to do so earlier. Allanon, you need to learn to follow orders, not just go off on your own, even though you had won the battle in short order for us. The captured ship doesn’t have anywhere near our speed, so we have to slow down to keep pace, but at least the ship is clean and not barely held together like many bandit ships seem to. I already did rating tests and history on the pilots. They are 6 and 7 years older than I am, but their rating is crap, with neither being more than 700. Their mechanoids are newer mass-produced variants, with the cannon user probably going to fetch more than their ship. The one whose arm you slagged Allanon on the other hand, Wuhanly says that it is going to be 2 weeks plus to get it back to useable shape as energy restoration is so much easier compared to the core repair that she has to do. On that thought, you need to be more precise in your hits, and only go for the decimation of the mechanoid if they are close to your equal.” Chiaia lectures.

She guides Lashara up and to the door. I think that things are going to be fine, but then Lashara’s robe slips open, and Chiaia sees that not only does she have nothing underneath it, but a couple of the love bites are visible too. The glare she then renders to both of us should have turned us to ash on the spot as she looks back forth between me and Lashara. “What the FUCK? Is this why you are still so tired Lashara? You found a stud that met your requirements and just couldn’t wait. You shouldn’t be so eager to get your pleasure, especially from someone you barely know. You are the princess and heir for crying out loud, have some tact, go out on a date after he has proven himself, not right into his bed.” Here she pauses and walks back into the room to pull the blanket off the bed. She sees the huge stain and her glare just explodes with the intensity of her anger. “Did you at least use protection Lashara?” She rhetorically asks Lashara before turning to me. “And YOU!! You are what, 7, almost 8 years older than her, but you went to town on her just the same. Exactly how far you went I’ll find out later. Either way once we get back to the palace, I’ll ensure that you can only eat, sleep, or get worked to the FUCKING bone for what you did. You are supposed to be a responsible adult, yet you pull this shit. Let’s go Lashara, I’m not letting you out of my site for the next couple of weeks. If that means that I have to be in the room while you take a shit, then so be it. I’m your knight. I’m your protector. But I can’t do my job when you pull shit like this.” She rants with anger, then goes to take Lashara out of the room with one last look of loathing to me.

I don’t back down from her glare however, though I also don’t stir the pot as it has already fallen off of the stove at this point.

The lecture continues when Lashara is put in the medical scanner and Chiaia has the doctor look over the results but swears them to secrecy beforehand. “Once again Lashara, I can’t believe you did this. Yes, he is a rare male for his ability, but you already had him in your service, you didn’t need to do this.”

Lashara interrupts her, “Oh but I wanted to, and despite how sore I am, I am so glad that I did. I have chatted with other women who talked of their first time or the better times they had sex. I’ve also read a lot, with both things fueling my fantasies of when the time would come. He blew everything out of the water. He gave me such pleasure despite having his own multiple times and treating me like I belonged to him, which I do with every fiber of my being. He stretched me so much that I think if I was inclined to get more toys, they would have to be a whole lot bigger. I gave him my everything and enjoyed it so much. He proved his consideration too, as he cleaned me up after we were done. I’ll have him as my King, Chiaia, and the money, the power of much of the world will be ours given enough time. I’ll help him build a harem of the best women, and he will beat down with either mechanoid or cock anyone who would stand against us.” Lashara’s face is bright despite her exhaustion, but Chiaia’s hand meets her face in exasperation as Lashara’s words sink in.

The doctor chooses this silence to interrupt with their findings, with each sentence causing Chiaia’s eye to twitch more and more, with viens popping out from her head by the end. “Bruising and redness on her breasts, ass, waist, and neck indicative of both excessive gripping and being struck. The throat has been strained recently mainly from the inside as the redness can be attest to; the love bites are obvious as to their cause. Recent tear in the hymen due to vigorous activity, still swollen glands indicate that penetration was bigger than fingers. Further inspection shows bruising of the womb’s entrance as the penetration reached past that often. Micro tears in the anus indicative of deep penetration there as well. The patient’s gait seen upon entering the room indicates that activity was very recent, less than 12 hours ago. By the please look on the patient’s face and posture, my conclusion is that she had a very pleasurable experience with a considerate and experienced lover. She will still be very sore for the next week or two as she heals, with the recommendation of no repeat activity until the end of that period.” The last part is directed at Lashara who humphs and kicks her feet at having to wait so long even though Chiaia has already stated her intentions to not let such a repeat happen if ever again.

Several hours later, they finally get back to the palace. Lashara has covered her bruises and love bites with makeup and sits in a chair when her father comes to greet her in the hanger of the Swan, with Chiaia close by. He sees the new mechanoid, and figures that must have been her reason for rushing out the night before last. He then sees another docking port being prepped as another ship with damage visible hovers into view. He raises an eyebrow to Lashara. “We got attacked on the way back by some bandits after getting my prize. Chiaia took care of them, no problem. I then took their ship and mechanoids as compensation for the affront that they could get away with it. The pilots and crew will either be put under contract or serve jail time for attacking me and mine, while the ship and mechanoids will be sold to inflate my coffers.” Lashara casually explains.