(a few German expletives and other words mentioned, are defined after the text)
PREVIOUSLY: As a honeymoon gift, Queen Channah’s husband, friends, lovers, and wives have just pleasured her, and are now cuddling around her—or in Penny’s case, under her—sharing the afterglow. NOW:
No one spoke, or even moved, except Chastity and Penny, who had not been told they could stop soothing and honoring their Domina.
“Mmm… you girls’ lips are so soft, your kisses so tender…” Channah murmured. “You can sooth me with your hands as well,” she allowed, shivering as the girls’ gentle fingers joined their mouths, trailing tenderly over Channah’s legs and hips and waist as best they could in shackles. “Mmmm…. Gentler, silly girl,” she drawled, petting Chastity’s hair. “Softer… don’t even brush against me, just roll your face and tongue back and forth, changing the pressure without any friction…. What a lovely way to rest… although generally, I don’t allow girls with mouths as dirty as yours on me.”
“You allow your girls to be dirty?!” Húanglóng protested, trying unconvincingly to sound outraged, but it coming out closer to a luxuriant yawn.
“Oh, Lillith and Cain!” Rivqah hooted.
“Sooo dirty!” Miriam agreed.
“The filithiest foxes in the land!” Rivqah clarified.
“We are?!” Penny asked, sounding so genuinely and innocently shocked and scandalized by the notion everyone around her erupted in laughter.
“Of course not, darling,” Channah purred, snaking her other hand down to stroke Penny’s hair as well as she could from her position, as soothingly as she was Chastity’s. “I just meant I watched both of you shamelessly letting our First Husband step all over your tongues and faces with his big dirty feet. You girls are still my little sugar bears.” Then she giggled teasingly: “Now hush your sweet, dirty mouth and keep sucking the scum out of my bum.”
The demons and cambions erupted in laughter while Penny’s forehead—the only part of her face anyone could see—managed to turn bright red, and she tried to move as she protested, sounding badly hurt: “I didn’t—Domina! I—”
“And don’t you dare stop!” Channah quickly amended, tugging a fistful of Penny’s hair for emphasis, then moving her hands up to run along the outside of Penny’s thighs and hips. “We can’t have you getting distracted.”
“The poor girl probably can’t even breathe,” Húanglóng opined.
“What are you suggesting?!” Channah demanded lazily, trying to sound upset, and failing.
“Just that she’s a little slip of a thing, lovergirl,” Miriam assured her, giggling and touching her arm.
Húanglóng roared: “That, and you’re a gorgeous, spectacular prize cow, my voluptuous love!”
“Fucker!” Channah feigned outrage, laughing deep in her throat but not moving an inch. “You’re lucky she’s taking such sweet care of me, you bastard, and I can’t be bothered with you right now. But I’ll make you regret it.”
“How?” he scoffed, challengingly, leaning forward resting a hand on Chastity’s back to support himself, to kiss Channah’s knee.
“Oh, I’ll think of a way,” she vowed languorously, before addressing Penny: “Darling Pleaser, I think we may have identified another little specialty of yours.”
“68? Or analingus?” Rivqah asked, exchanging an amused glance with Miriam.
“Both. And she’s so much softer now,” Channah giggled. “They’re both just perfect now! I’m afraid my little vacuum mattress is going to have to get used to breathing with my voluptuous… generous…” (the three demons laughed uproariously, while their cambions and cattle remained carefully neutral) “body covering her like a blanket.”
“I don’t know what either of those is,” George admitted, embarrassed.
“What, a vacuum or a mattress?” Rivqah asked snarkily.
“No, Mistress,” George looked stricken. “The other—68 and… what?!”
“Oh, Channah my love,” Húanglóng scoffed, lifting her leg and kissing his way down her calf. “You’ve obviously been neglecting the education of my wyrmling!”
“He didn’t even manifest as a cambion until a few days ago!” Channah pointed out.
“We thought he was just a dumb carpenter!” Rivqah interjected, drawing a pinch and a glare from Húanglóng:
“Bad succubus!”
“Oh yes,” she assured him.
“You should let me take him to Lytos, and show him a bit of his Dragon heritage!”
Channah laughed caustically: “You’re kidding! He’s my carpenter! And he’s actually reasonably diligent! The last thing I want him to learn about is his ‘heritage’ of apathy and idleness!”
Rivqah, Miriam, and Jacob all roared with genuine, slightly-surprised laughter.
“Chastity, honey, you’re doing marvelously, but what I really need right now is a pillow for my head and Penny’s legs are starting to shake from supporting me. Come up here, face down, and slide back until your little cage klinks against Penny’s to be my little double pillow. Perfect!”
Jacob rolled over onto his stomach as well, and backed up toward Chastity. Seeing Miriam’s and Rivqah’s inquiring look, he grumbled defensively: “What?! I outrank them, at least! No need for her mouth to go to waste!”
“You’re lucky you’re so big,” Miriam allowed, letting it go with an amused glance at Rivqah.
“I’m serious!” Húanglóng complained. “I have great affection for all my little spawn. And he’s yours—no question about it, I can’t even visit him on Earth, let alone train him. I’m glad he’s in your care! But you brought him to hell; why not let him see what he’s made of?!”
“That’s exactly what I’m afraid of!” Channah responded, provoking another round of laughter from the succubae.
“I mean this!” he insisted. “And, honestly, I could use a good carpenter…”
“I’m sure you could use anyone capable of an honest day’s labor around your broke-down, lotus-eating—” the succubae were all laughing so hard she couldn’t even finish her sentence, ignoring his continuing protests. “Besides, I’m still trying to get pissed off at you for calling me fat!” she groaned torpidly, amusing her sisters further. “The last thing I’m in the mood for, is doing you any favors!”
“But darling that’s perfect,” he paused in his attentions and sat up, raising his hands in exasperation. “I’d be the one doing you a favor! Let me take this one, and the two sows, back to Lytos with me for a few days, actually, or a week or two would be even better—for your benefit, I mean—and I’ll have them as docile and eager to please as a handmaiden’s lapdog!”
“Are you kidding?!” Channah cried, scrambling up to a sitting position to face a surprised Húanglóng and pretending not to notice Penny making muffled noises and struggling for breath under her, and pretending not to notice her handmaidens’ amusement. “Do you think I don’t notice how obsessed you, and all the ambassadors and visitors from the other Courts are, with our operatives? Especially my jawari?! Most of them haven’t had a chance to play, physically, with a live human for—centuries! Don’t try to pretend you’d be doing me a favor!”
“Come now!” Húanglóng raised his hands, whether in protest or self-defense was not entirely clear, slipping into a mixture of English and German without intending to: “Part of your ladies’ entreaties to get me here was their concern about your little arschkriecher there being too big for her panties and too good for pederasty! I’ll overcome her little quibbles.”
Finally relenting towards her slave-wife, Channah rose up on her knees long enough for Penny to scramble out from under her, dizzy and panting like a winded puppy. Channah rolled her eyes and tried not to smirk too obviously at her little bunny’s distress as she shook her head. “You idle girls can make yourselves useful by refilling everyone’s’ glasses.” Then she returned her attention to her husband. “Unfortunately, I knew I would need expertise in canon law and she was the obvious choice. So I let the priests keep her too long. Hell, technically they still have her.”
Húanglóng looked skeptical. “Wait. Priests? I’d have thought they’d lay the groundwork for you—”
She waved a hand dismissively, knowing immediately where he was going. “Unfortunately, out of all the parish schools and colleges in England, she managed to find her way to the few devout ones. Besides—your ‘rationale’ is also obviously defective because it fails to explain what you can offer me for sweet Chastity here,” she observed, fondly pulling both her girls into her sides and petting their heads. Without letting their mouths anywhere near her face.
“She’s an idiot!” Húanglóng shrugged, as if it were obvious.
“Your magical powers can fix stupid?!” Channah demanded skeptically. Both of them ignored the expressions of betrayal and hurt on the girls’ faces as they discussed them.
“Not directly,” Húanglóng admitted, showing only a minimal amount of discomfiture. “But I expect Georgie and I can smooth over both their edges—”
“Ha!” Channah exclaimed, trying to look more indignant than she felt. Revealing her demonic spirit or essence, of whatever nature it was, by omission of any plea to his affections, she simply protested: “You can do everything you’re suggesting by staying here with me for a couple of weeks. And it would do you good, besides! To be surrounded by a more-vigorous environment.” Gently teasing him, she followed his unintentional lead in mixing languages: “You could even send a few of your Runde, Pumpel Drachenherzöge along for us to help invigorate.”
“Hear hear! We like that idea!” Miriam laughed.
“Actually,” Rivqah clarified, also following suit, “as long as they bring their Drachenpenisse, they can leave their herzöge behind in the Hell of Sloth!”
Looking mildly irritated, he retorted: “If the two of you graced us with your presence there again and made the invitation yourselves, I feel certain you could persuade any number of my valiant vassals to come assist you!”
“You will not be taking my Sukkubus-Prinzessinnen to Drachenland as if they were your—your… common drabs, Herr Drachenführer!“ She pounded her fist on the cushion beside her to pretend and emphasize her pretended seriousness. Despite her valiant efforts, she was ultimately unsuccessful in concealing her amusement. “Get me a fresh glass, sweetie,” she nodded toward Penny before turning her attention back to her husband, who was continuing:
“That would be all well and good except for one thing, my Queen!” The Dragon King looked at her significantly.
“What?!” she asked with exaggerated exasperation, looking only slightly uncertain since she didn’t know what he was referring to. Even as minor as it was, it was unusual enough for her to be attention-getting.
“You married me first, mein Drachenführerin!” He raised his finger so everyone would realize his was an important point, and more importantly that he was now consciously playing the bilingual game they had started. Like Channah before him, he completely failed to hide his amusement, and thus to persuade anyone of his righteous anger. “Which makes you the Sukkubus-Drachenkönigin of Lust and Sloth. Which makes them the Sukkubus-Drachenprinzessinnen of Sloth and Lust!”
“Scheiss die Wand an!” She cursed, slapping both her hands emphatically down on the cushions to her sides and just giving up, bursting out laughing and shaking her head as her husband, unnecessarily at this point, spelled it out:
“Which means I have every bit as much right to order them around as you do! And which, by the way, makes Lytus their homes, just as much as Sodom!”
“Sademtsaowah these days, my darling gelbe Zuckerschlange,” she cooed sweetly, leaning forward, unable to resist kissing her husband as they laughed and hugged one another.
Rivqah looked at Miriam and deadpanned: “I feel sick. I’m going to have to Die Wand anschreien.” Then she noticed Penny standing stock-still beside her, her face white, hands frozen on the verge of refilling Rivqah’s wine-glass. “What are you stopping for, mein Schätzchen?” she challenged, slapping her bottom to get her attention.
Penny shook her head to clear it and returned Rivqah’s gaze, saying—or perhaps asking: “I’m a… what? A succubus-dragon-princess of Hell?!” And then, still ashen-faced, she shook her head again. “That’ can’t be. I’m a priest!”
“Not. Any. More, I think it’s safe to say,” Miriam suggested, as the room dissolved in laughter.
Chastity, the only other person in the room not showing any amusement, managed: “I thought ‘princess’ was just a nickname, like—‘prissy.’”
“Oh, it was, darling,” Channah assured her. “And it still is.” She shrugged. “But it also happens to be true.”
“I thought I was a slave,” Penny frowned.
“Of course you are, Zuckerbär, don’t get all excited,” Channah confirmed patronizingly, making a dismissive gesture. “And—” she glared at her husband. “Even more importantly—You’re my slave and mine alone. Demon-human marriages are always left-handed.”
“As it turns out,” Rivqah raised her eyebrows, staring with pleasure into Penny’s lost eyes even as she dug her fingernails into Penny’s soft bottom to ensure she had the girl’s full attention. “Selling your soul isn’t as glamorous as devils try to make it sound.”
“But it does sound better, doesn’t it darling? Now keep pouring, slave-princess!” Channah rejoined, rubbing it in, before returning her lips and her hands and her attention back to her husband, managing to pout as she nibbled on his lower lip and stroked his manhood. “Mm… I really could use your help here a few days, honey… surely now that you’re already here, it’s just as easy for you to stay, as it would be for you to go back home?”
“Witch,” he replied, admitting—as his body already had: “You’re quite persuasive, darling. But then… so am I,” he observed, touching her back and watching her instantly relax, humming with contentment.
“You are, baby…. I don’t know which of us is going to win this argument…. But I wager we’re going to enjoy having it!”
“Now I want to argue!” Miriam announced, apropos of nothing.
“Me too,” Jacob admitted.
Suddenly Channah gasped, pulling back from her husband and looking into his eyes with excitement and definite calculation. “Daaarrrliiinnnggg…. Because, I’m concerned you’re going to persist in suggesting our marital status creates some kind of question about my chattel….”
“Uh-oh.” Húanglóng swallowed.
“I have the best idea.” She snatched her new glass of wine from Penny and took an excited sip, while Chastity was serving Húanglóng.
“That’s what I was afraid of,” he allowed, looking at her with an expression that was both intrigued and calculating.
“Sweet darling little Chastity was just begging me to play some games earlier…. Why don’t we make it a bet?”
“Oh! I’m listening!” Húanglóng was suddenly entirely interested in whatever she was going to say.
“Let’s play tarot for it! We’ve got everything we need… cards in the parlor” she pointed one perfectly-manicured long fingernail toward the parlor, and then managed to indicate both girls at once without setting down her glass “and pets right here.” Penny and Chastity exchanged a nervous glance, but apparently didn’t think this was the right occasion to ask what she meant. “We can make a side-bet,” she proposed, returning her free hand to the yellow dragon while she took another sip of the spiked wine.
“If I win,” the Dragon King began, “what do I get? I want your jawari, their qahramanah, and my dragonling for a week—a fortnight!” he amended hastily.
“Oh-ho! You greedy greedy serpent!” Clearly she was being emphatic deliberately, but there was no indication she wasn’t as surprised and affronted as she acted. “Greedy yellow dragon…” she crooned, then made a mock hissing sound and flickered her tongue at him. “First off, if we make this bet in the first place, you agree you have absolutely no claim to any part of them, or anyone else I marry, ever, and you won’t make any claims or suggestions to anyone, most importantly me, about it. Obviously, you’ll be first-husband and they’ll have to show you the respect my lord deserves…. Everything about our marital relations—and theirs—will be as we already agreed in our marital contract. But you’ll agree with me that nothing about the marital interest will disturb my property interest in them, or limit the property provisions of our marriage contract in any way in relation to marital objects. That’s not part of the bet, that’s a condition for my agreeing to make the bet in the first place! And by the way, I hope you don’t think I’m listening to your big, aggressive fingers down there in connection with our negotiation. My reaction to them is totally separate!”
“And I hope you don’t imagine your skilled, elegant… er… gently rounded fingers down there are negotiating with me, either! But I understand your condition on making the bet—and if you sweeten the bet itself enough, I can live with that so far as it goes.”
“Before we talk about my sweet hotpot,” she purred: “If you win more tricks than me—you get the services of these two jawari only, and this one qahramanah only, and my English carpenter George Manning, for exactly one week,” she bargained. “No… Jacob is an arrogant little prick and he practically begged me to be mean to him, so I’ll throw in Jacob too, on the same conditions. But with no one and nothing else. Not even a snail from my garden or a stich of my clothing or jewelry! Not even a Persian rock candy to freshen their breath or a bag of dates to sweeten your coffee with!” She paused for a second, staring intently into her husband’s eyes, almost as if she were done, before continuing: “And you have to keep them chained in your palace at—”
“Ah ah!” The dragon interrupted his wife, shaking his head and responding to her without either of them paying any mind or attention to what was going on among the others.
Miriam and Rivqah were exchanging another merry-eyed smirk, enjoying watching the reactions of the human (and cambion) bargaining chips as they stood around—or in the case of the girls, served drinks—listening to themselves being haggled over like a horse ride on an old nag. “This one’s not turned on,” Rivqah observed, checking Penny’s condition and reporting her findings in a stage-whisper. “I think her wittle feelings are hurt!”
“Same with this one!” Miriam agreed after tugging Chastity closer to her and checking. “She may even be pouting a wittle!” Miriam made a mock-sad-face, rocking with her silent amusement. “And the qahramanah and the stud both, er… what’s the phrase? Im Kreis kotzen.”
Rivqah covered her mouth to keep from laughing out loud: “Der große Drachenarschgeige just looks baffled.”
Miriam bit her own knuckle to keep silent, while the two royals continued to ignore their exchange completely.
Húanglóng was shaking his head firmly. “No ma’am. No way. Do it right. If I get to play with your toys, it’s with no restrictions, no strings whatsoever on my use of any of them. If I win—or, at least, win more tricks than you—then I get them with title for a week and no restrictions of any kind.”
“No, sir,” she shook her head firmly. “There’s one very important condition I won’t compromise on: You have to return them in good condition. At least as good as the condition you received them!”
“Subject to normal wear and tear,” the King qualified. “I’m not going to baby them or handle them with kid gloves!”
“Fine!” she snapped. “Is that all?!”
“Well, that depends on what you want?”
Looking happier to be discussing this subject, Channah answered immediately, as if she’d known what she had in mind all along: “I want you, and two of your best vassals—their selection being subject to my veto—to spend exactly one week at Sademtsaowah using every ounce of your persuasive powers training every single jariya I can spare from their duties and lay my hands on!”
“OH no… you want three dragons? Three full dragons? For the same length of time you’re offering a handful of cambions and livestock?! That’s a grossly unfair proposal! You can have me for five days, or the three of us for three days!”
“I agree with you,” Channah nodded surprisingly, making a placating gesture. “Obviously, darling, you’re my number-one love-bunny, husband, and king! Your time is more precious to me than anyone else’s, even my darling shu-wives. But I also know the prospect of having all my available, living, juicy, human—uh, did I mention alive?!—jawari at your disposal for a full week is so appealing, you’ll have to keep your own vassals from murdering one another for the privilege. And,” she concluded, triumphantly: “I’ll bet you’re actually terrified I’ll relent and agree to the shorter period you just demanded—aren’t you?” And when she found what she expected in his eyes, she clapped excitedly and laughed. “I knew it! All men are whores!”
“Of every species!” Miriam and Rivqah agreed simultaneously, saluting one another, taking a deep draught, and laughing.
“Of every species,” Channah agreed, following their lead down to taking adrink. “Even our dear, sweet incubi.”
“Especially your damned incubi!” the King charged, making the succubae whoop and agree.
“Also, my dear,” Channah continued, “you and I both know that in the exceedingly-unlikely event you win, I’m going to be absolutely furious! Whereas you—” she spread her hands as if it were self-evident.
“What?!” he challenged.
She crossed her arms and raised her chin defiantly. “You’re standing in front of me right now wondering whether you want to win this bet or if you’re better off losing it. Aren’t you?”
The mighty dragon king puffed up his chest and stretched to his full height, as if to intimidate his wife… and then threw up his hands in surrender, deflating like a punctured bladder. “Ohne Scheiss! Fine. You have a deal! Done!”
“Done!” Channah immediately responded, laughing as they shook hands, the gesture just formal and stylized enough even Penny and Chastity could tell it was a binding commitment they both took seriously. Notwithstanding the fact Channah leaned forward over their still-clasped hands for another kiss and giggle.
Turning away, Channah’s eyes fell on Penny’s angry red face and she came up short, laughing in genuine surprise: “What is wrong with you, my little lapdog?!”
“You—you—”
“Domina!” she reminded her sharply, a pleased smirk creeping into the corners of her mouth when Penny started over:
“Domina, you—you just—bargained us away like—like—”
“Chattel?” she suggested, quite consciously and deliberately returning Penny’s reckless, impulsive, unintended stare. And she burst out laughing again when Penny looked flummoxed and even more furious.
“Hellooo! Welcome to the club, Arschkriecher!” Jacob sneered caustically. “Where have you been? Maybe this one’s the bimbo!”
“But Domina—” emotions chased one another across Penny’s face, none of them easing her tense—and intense—stance. Then, softly, but if anything, with greater intensity than before: “I love you!”
“Awww…. That’s so sweet. I want to kiss you.” She sat down on the edge of the bench cushions. “But not just yet.” Seizing Penny’s hair and wrapping it around her fist, she commanded: “Open wide and lean back!” As she did so, she held out one hand toward Miriam and used the other to pull Penny gently but steadily back by the hair until she fell to her knees with her head face up on Channah’s thigh, her mouth obediently open. Miriam handed Channah a rag and a bottle of clear spirits and Channah raised these a few inches above Penny’s lips to keep the bottle clean before tipping it over. “I think by now, you know what this is going to feel like, so I don’t want any histrionics. I expect you to be a big girl and swish it around for at least one minute before you swallow it!” And with that, she poured about half a jigger’s worth into Penny’s mouth, pausing when Penny’s eyes shot open and started watering and Penny snapped her mouth shut. “Pathetic, baby, but just barely adequate as long as you do not swallow. Yet. Swish. Swish!” she repeated, as she let go of Penny’s hair and poured more clear spirits onto the rag, then began scrubbing Penny’s face vigorously, with special attention around her lips. “That-a-girl! Open wide again as soon as you swallow and I’m going to give you more since that first sip was so tiny—good girl!” she cooed, pouring again as Penny, hesitantly, with a tense expression, forced her lips slightly apart, smiling with a cruel satisfaction as she saw how hard Penny had had to struggle to do as she was told instead of spitting the harsh liquid out or choking it down. “Aaand a third…. If I taste the slightest hint of filth in your mouth I’m going to let Jacob or my hubby beat you tonight. Or maybe both of them.” This time, she could tell, Penny made a Herculean effort to accept as much liquor as she could stand, and to swish it as hard and as long as she could bear, before choking it down with a sad sound.
“Oooooh… baby…. That’s my sweet, brave girl!” she cooed, finally leaning forward to kiss her wife, licking around the inside of her mouth. “Mmm… those spirits are rough and tough, aren’t they? But here.” She set the spirits down, picked up her own wine glass, filled her mouth with a generous drink, and then returned her lips to Penny’s, holding her chin in place while she forced the wine into Penny’s mouth, with her big tongue following it in to both aggressively-occupy, and gently-tease, her wife’s mouth. Miriam, Rivqah, and even Húanglóng whooped and clapped in approval as Channah demonstrated how thoroughly Penny was in her power and under her spell, making a mess on Penny’s face and her own leg under Penny’s head by slowly and steadily pouring more wine into her mouth without completely disengaging their kiss. Penny swallowed frantically, gasping and struggling to show her obedience, minimize spilling, and breathe all at once.
Pausing a moment to look down with a smugly satisfied expression upon her pliant, gasping jariya (who was staring back up at her with something that looked like adoration and acceptance), Channah licked the excess wine off her own lips and whispered: “This is your night, baby. Yours, too, Chastity,” she spared a glance up at her other wife, before looking back down to enjoy the sight of her handiwork a moment longer. “Tonight—so to speak—all bets are off. You’re still mine, of course. But games aren’t any fun if your opponents aren’t trying their best! Jacob, you’ve gamed with me before, haven’t you?”
“Yes, Domina, at one of—”
But she cut him off without ever even breaking eye contact with Penny. “And you think I’m a hateful bitch, don’t you?”
Jacob hesitated.
“I know you want to agree…”. Channah smirked with pleasure.
“I—no one likes being treated—you know—”
“You’re wrong about that, but I take your point. You don’t like it, do you?”
“I hate it,” he blurted, venom spraying out of his mouth that—if it were chemical rather than emotional—would have burned every surface it touched, surprising even himself.
For her part, Channah gasped, looking up with an intense, aroused expression. “You really know how to get my attention, don’t you? Either that, or you’re so bunged- and bottled-up you can’t help yourself.” She shrugged carelessly. “Either way, it’s fine for me. As much as you hate me—you can’t say I cheated at anything as important at Tarot, can you?”
“No, Your Majesty,” he subsided back into formal servility, perhaps regretting the possible consequences of his earlier outbursts. “That’s true.”
Looking back down at Penny, she asked: “Did you hear that?”
“Yes, Domina.”
And with an ugly, sexy, mean, hot, taunting tone and expression, she challenged Penny: “If you actually have a problem with me being a total bitch who relishes humiliating and ignoring chattel like you, tonight’s the night to show it. It’s like the ancient Greek festival of Anthesteria. I’ll bet your priests didn’t teach you about that, did you? No? Of course not. I’m sure they skipped over all the really interesting festivals. At the Anthesteria, slaves were allowed to participate and party with the free citizens and even their masters, as equals. For that one night, any servant or slave with the guts to do so, could treat their lords and masters as equals, and their lords and masters had to accord them equal respect.” Breaking the intense gaze she and Penny were sharing, she looked up at Jacob, her lip curling in contempt, an unmistakable challenge. “I wonder if you would have stepped up, or slunk away?” Then she looked back down at Penny with the same challenging, insulting disrespect. “And you? Ha! This is your chance, pussy. If you really have any ounce of fire or masculinity in your tiny little purse, show it tonight. Raise the stakes, high enough to make me care. If you dare, dumpling. And then beat me at cards and force me to renegotiate with my husband.” She snorted with laughter. “Our husband!” she corrected herself, leaning forward and kissing Penny forcefully on the lips, driving her tongue hard into Penny’s mouth again to seal the challenge and making her gag before half-releasing her, half-throwing her aside. Looking aggressively around the room, meeting every other eye as if seeing what she might provoke, she drank more wine and barked: “We’ll play here. Do you girls even know what playing cards are?” she asked harshly.
“Yes, Domina!” Chastity responded glad to be able to claim her attention for a moment.
“Go to the adjacent parlor and bring back all the cards you can find. You—” she jabbed a finger down at Penny. “Pull the tallest of the benches into the middle of the room, without a cushion, so we can use it as a table. And then pull lower benches, with the best cushions on them, around it for us to play.” Then, humming, she walked over to the lacquered wooden boxes containing the wedding gifts for each of her wives and picked through them, while the Dragon King and her Duchesses exchanged an amused, excited glance.
A few German words and expressions you may come across
| Arschgeige—ass-violin Arschkriecher—ass-kisser Die Wand anschreien—scream at the wall (vomit) Drachen—dragon Führer, Führerin—leader Gelbe—yellow Große—big Herzöge—dukes Im Kreis kotzen—vomiting in circles (feeling annoyed) König—king | Königin—queen Ohne Scheiss—without shit Penisse—penis Prinzessinnen—princesses Pumpel—loud fart Runde—round Schätzchen—sweetie Scheiss die Wand an—shit on the wall (what the hell) Sukkubus—succubus Zuckerbär—sugar-bear Zuckerschlange—sugar-snake |
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