Chapter 8

The Queen's newest pleasurer stood in the middle of her trophy room. The centerpiece of it was a man in suspended animation, a huge man with golden hair which floated around his trim waist. His eyes were supposed to be a golden hue which held the embers of the sacred fire protecting the Starklin people. But now his vibrant eyes were closed ... it seemed as if the chhetri was merely slumbering. It was well known the previous queen had imprisoned his soul on the Earth plane for refusing to become her consort. His muscular physique hadn't helped him when he had been betrayed by his own master and been imprisoned. This particular chhetri was the one he'd dreamed of for decades. Indeed, had been in his dreams since he had begun to mature younger than the rest of the boys his age. Later, he'd found out it was one of the telltale signs of being chosen to be a chhetri. It was the first step to evolving into a protector; then came the visit from a master chhetri. He'd been expecting an actual visit, but each night while he slumbered, a man like this man haunted his sleeping body.

Shame filled him as he stared at his lost dream. He'd wanted to become a chhetri with every fiber of his being; instead he now found himself as a pleasurer to the queen. I feel so vile and dirty. The queen is a feral bitch who should be put down. I've forsaken my vows of celibacy to avoid her advisor. I am weak, but while she makes me uneasy, he scares the hell out of me.

When the queen had taken his virginity, she'd done more than take his traitorous flesh. She'd delighted in reminding of him he was 'hers' now and he would never become a "protector" of his people. She did more than rape my body, she raped my soul.

"You best haul that tight ass of yours back to her quarters before you anger her." Turning he saw Josja, her advisor, in the doorway. To Aleja, it seemed he relished the idea of him angering the queen. He was always watching him with obvious anticipation.

"What can she do to me, that she hasn't all ready done?" There was no trace of humbleness before the Queen's advisor.

Anger and anticipation filled the advisor's eyes. He walked further into the room and loomed over the young man. Even after the advisor's own expulsion from chhetrisect, he still retained the physique of one of them. He smirked at Aleja with menace.

"What? Do you think that death scares me, Advisor? At this point I would welcome it." Aleja turned back to stare again at the imprisoned chhetri.

"Death is the least of your worries, 'boy'. I'm more than the Queen's advisor, Aleja. I'm her enforcer! I keep her pleasurers in line. I'm the one who doles out the punishment if they deserve it. Have you ever heard the term 'an ass fucking'?" Josja watched in intently. When Aleja paled, the older man grinned. "I see you have. Good. It's very effective in keeping the Queen's men in line. Do you understand your situation now, boy?"

Aleja nodded jerkily before turning to leave

"But..." he stopped Aleja, "if you decide to try the Queen's patience and end up angering her, I'll be more than happy to hold you down and rip that virgin ass of yours wide open. I love nothing better than busting a boy's anal cherry. In fact - it's the reason I was expelled from the "chhetri" sect. My master heard his son scream when I buried my cock in his little ass. I should've gagged the little bastard, but I've a weakness for listening to young boys cry out in agony. In fact, I bet you'll scream louder than your brother did when I raped his tight ass!" Josja gloated.

Aleja paled as his stomach rolled uneasily and he fled the room listening to Josja's laughter. As he fled, he finally realized the price his brother paid to keep him from the Queen. And it'd all been in vain because in the end, he still had ended up where his brother had sworn he never would. He'd promised Aleja he would never have to become a Queen's pleasurer as tradition demanded. To Kurlack, it mattered not that the Larken house had been designated as the Queen's private treasure trove of pleasurers. Once Aleja's destiny had been shown, Kurlack had done everything in his power to make sure Aleja would fulfill it and not end up under the Queen's 'thumb'.

Samantha rolled over onto her side, only to be dragged back by a pair of strong arms. She mumbled a protest before looking over her shoulder at Kurlack. Even though he looked like her late husband, she knew he was anything but. When she'd looked at Aakil, it'd been like looking into a deep pool of water. The only thing she'd ever seen was her reflection, and a glimmer of what she'd thought might be his own true feelings.

She'd married him, hoping once she dove into "the pool" she'd find the feelings she'd felt for him returned. But the only thing her marriage had done was place her in a different position in his life. He expected his wife to behave as an Indian wife and it mattered not to him that she wasn't Indian ... For the sake of their precious daughter, she'd tried to be what he wanted for twelve long years.

His treatment of Jagati, as she'd entered puberty, had been the final insult to her stinging pride. She'd left alone because the law wouldn't allow her to take Jagati; but before she'd gone, she'd made sure Bas protected Jagati from everyone including her own father.

Aside from her occasional lapse in judgment, she'd tried to resist her ex-husband. She'd finally nurtured enough resistance to turn him away ten years ago. She still could remember the look of disbelief when he'd arrived expecting to have sex with her, and found the locks on the condo he'd bought were changed. She'd finally found the willpower to make her decision to leave stick. If he couldn't love her as his wife, she was damned if she would be his paid whore at his beck and call.

She was jerked out of her dismal thoughts when she felt the strong pulling of masculine fingers on her nipples.

"Aakil..." A jolt of pleasure whipped through her.

"Kurlack!" He released them only to pull on them harder.

She drew a ragged breath as pleasure exploded in her womb.

"Say it!" He squeezed harder.

"What?" Turning her in his arms, he erotically nipped at her lower lip.

"Who am I, Samantha? Who do you see when I make love to you?" He rolled her under him.

"You're..." She tried to concentrate on his words but became distracted as he lifted her legs over his wide shoulders. She could feel the broad head of his cock poised at her entrance.

"Samantha..." He pulled back when she tried to join their bodies together. She opened her eyes; it was obvious that he wasn't going to make love to her until she gave him the answer he wanted. She didn't want to answer. She didn't want to give Kurlack, or any man for that matter, that kind of control over her ever again.

"Please!"

"NO! I will have your answer, woman. You will know who it is loving you. I'm tired of being a paid whore! I'm a man and I'm the dominant one. So tell me, woman, who it is you want to claim you? I won't be a substitute for your dead husband!" He pressed firmly against her entrance, not entering her, but teasing her with the possibility.

"Damn you!" Tears ran down her face as he pulled back.

"Aakil is gone, Samantha, and if you want this body you have to take me with it. I refuse to be used any longer. When we're in bed together don't ever call me by his name again. If you want this body to fuck you, if you want me to make you scream with pleasure, you will not call me by another man's name. My name is Kurlack. Say it!" Gripping her thighs he held her tight as he teased her opening.