Chapter 3 - On Recruiting Harems: Episode 3

                                        On Recruiting Harems


                                         Continuum: Waffle
                              Location: King's Palace, Edellant


                                        Episode Three

          The busty former-rebel looked at Quinn with skepticism.
          “You expect me to leave here and go with you?”
          The ambassador shrugged and corrected, “I don't expect anything. I am simply presenting an
opportunity. Whether you go or not is strictly up to you.”
          She gave him a smile that held challenge.
          “King Ryuto sees to my needs quite nicely, thank you.”
          “I never suggested otherwise,” he said as he began pouring them drinks. It was the same
liqueur he'd brought with him and served Prima. He handed her a glass and sat, motioning her to the
chair facing him.
          “Talk to me. Tell me why you are Ryuto's mistress rather than leading rebels against him.”
          “He challenged me to chess. To avoid bloodshed, I agreed. He won.”
          Quinn waved this off.
          “That's just the cover story. You're a strong, independent, intelligent woman. I'm asking what
motivates you to continue to support him... stay here in a largely decorative situation...” (That got a
reaction from her.) “...and accept the role of plaything.”
          She opened her mouth to answer, and then closed it and thought. He wasn't asking out of desire
to create strife. He might be asking because he thought it might further his agenda, but he was
genuinely wanting to know what she thought.
          She began to examine her role at court and with the king.
          What kept her here?
          In the end, she answered, “First of all, loyalty.”
          He nodded and agreed, “An admirable quality. What else?”
          “He is intelligent, and doesn't like bloodshed if it can be avoided.”
          “A sentiment with which I heartily agree.”
          “I'm one of his most trusted military leaders.”
          Quinn leaned forward.
          “Is the kingdom in peril of attack?”
          “As much any kingdom. Any sign of weakness could trigger aggression from one of the
neighboring kingdoms.”
          “And if you weren't here? I could name several generals who kept the peace until you came
along.”
          She considered his statement, and couldn't fault it.
          Quinn then walked past every rationalization she had and asked, “Why is Ryuto special to you
above all other men?”
          Before she even had a chance to edit her mouth, she replied, “He was my first.”
          “AHH!” he exclaimed, having gotten the response he was looking for. “And that is something
no one can change. Is he your only lover? Ever?”
          “No... but he is the only man.”
          He sipped his drink, then continued, “You stopped a rebellion over a chess game. You became
the king's lover and continue being his mistress because he was and continues to be your first.
“And so my question to you is... What in the world would ever make you consider leaving
here?”
          She considered for several moments, and then replied, “It would have to be because I can make
a greater contribution.”
          “What of his being your first and only?”
          “I'm not sure.” Then she admitted, “I don't know anything else.”
          Quinn rose and moved to her chair, squatting on his haunches and looking at her closely...
closely enough to make her blush.
          “Why did you choose him as your first?”
          “I didn't,” she admitted. “Not really. He chose me.” Quinn looked at her questioningly, and
she went on. “I was his prisoner.”
          “And rather than torture you, he made love to you?” She didn't respond, but dropped her head
and nodded. “And you did not object?” Still looking down, she shook her head as if ashamed.
          Quinn put a gentle hand beneath her chin, making her look at him.
          “And why are you ashamed of that?”
          She moved her head, looking away.
          “I'm... not.”
          “Rebel...” he said.
          Something in his voice... his tone... how he said her name...
          She looked at him, and saw something in his eyes she had never seen in Ryuto's.
          He asked her softly, “What would it take to let me love you?”
          Suddenly, she found herself smiling. She wasn't sure why, but whatever the reason, she
somehow found herself actually considering this strange man as a possible lover.
          True to her nature, she smiled and said, “Surprise me. Do something amazing. Something I
don't expect. Do something I've never seen before.” She paused a beat, and told him, “Move me.”
          He rose and said, “Very well.”
          Walking over to his luggage (actually it was a “folding” chest provided him by Her Wisdom
Star, Empress of the Ninety Universes, and capable of holding immensely more than seemed possible,
including a modest arsenal including Slapstick and his sword Lady Vivant, provisions, luxuries, trade
goods, a fortune in precious metals and jewels, clothing appropriate for a dozen different worlds,
excursion gear, two pavilions with furnishings, a library of several hundred volumes, an Oz neverending
picnic basket, and a variety of miscellaneous items he felt he could need on missions such as
this, all without ever weighing more than a few kilos), he reached in and brought out a case. Opening
the case, he produced a bow and a very fine old violin he had acquired on another world far away in
both space and time.
          Plucking at the strings to make sure it was in tune (it always was, but Quinn liked to make
sure), he told her, “I hope you like music.”
          And he closed his eyes and began to play.
          There was no way she could possibly known that one thing Quinn loved as much as loving a
good woman... as much as saving a great work of art from destruction... as much as saving a population
from some horrible fate... as much as anything... was music. It was more than art to him. To him, it
was as precious as the breath of life. It was the sound love made when given form.
          It made him human again.
          Rebel had never heard the piece before. Massenet was an unknown composer in this
continuum, and so there was no chance she had ever heard anything written by him, even what was
likely his most exquisite piece, the Meditation from Thaïs.
          She'd no idea Harlequin was a musician, and especially not one of such virtuosity. She
expected something outrageous or spectacular... perhaps even magical.
          She never expected to be moved. Not simply moved, but transported. She thought of herself as
a warrior and leader of men, but here she was, completely mesmerized by this piece of music. It was
something she truly didn't understand when she realized that she was quietly weeping at the beauty of
what she heard.
          Minutes later, as the last high note quavered and faded away, she discovered she'd been holding
her breath, afraid she would make a sound and she might miss some tiny inflection or note. It was, she
knew, the most amazing performance she'd ever heard. It was as if she finally understood what music
was intended to do.
          What surprised her most was when she heard Quinn let out an unsteady breath, when she
looked at him, she realized he, too, had tears slipping silently down his cheeks.
          Without a word, she stood and walked over to him. Reaching out, she took the bow from him,
and then the violin, setting them down reverently, as if dealing with something holy. She turned back
to him and moved close enough so that she could reach up slightly and kiss him on each tear-streaked
cheek.
          She led him over to the bed, and laying back, she held out her arms to him.
          All she said was, “Love me.”
          All Quinn was capable of doing for the first several minutes was holding her, stroking her, and
occasionally kissing her gently. After doing something something so emotional as the Meditation, it
took him a few moments to regain his equilibrium, and making love was the opposite end of the
pendulum swing... the spiritual soaring of agape as opposed to the physical cherishing of eros.
          Finally, as he kissed her gently, Rebel forgot that she'd never been with another man. She put
both arms around his neck and opened her lips to him with a moan. Quinn simply responded properly,
and the next thing, she was learning what a kiss was capable of.
          Being human, Rebel wasn't quite the climactic dynamo her queen was, but that meant very little
to Quinn. He understood it was simply a matter of human's having longer fuses, and after all, when
talking about sex, to most humans it was about the trip, not the destination.
          Quinn wanted very badly to make Rebel's trip worthwhile. But while she might have a longer
fuse, Rebel showed she could be as impatient as a succubus once it had been lit.
          He kept trying to convince her to stay and enjoy simply kissing and fondling for a few more
minutes, however, being a hentai female, she had other ideas. One moment Quinn was lying atop her
very wonderfully cushioned form and the next, she had him flipped onto his back and was sliding his
erection between her wonderful cushions. Pressing her beasts around him from the outside, she looked
up his reclining form with a smile of both affection and lust, as if saying “This is what I want. Now
what are you going to do about it?”
          “Care for a hand?” he asked teasingly.
          “I prefer both,” she replied.
          With a crooked smile, he said, “Your wish...” and his fingers found their way to her already
erect nipples. He began to tweak them and her expression of false distress confirmed he'd made the
correct choice, in spite of her saying, “No... not my nipples... that's not fair...”
          “Fair in what regard?” he wanted to know, and he continued pulling as she pressed herself
around him and moved her breasts up and down.
          “If you do that...” She didn't finish her sentence, but gave a profound whimper instead.
          “I guess that's what I'll have to do then,” and he tugged rhythmically.
          “Aaiiiiee!” she cried, and as she came, milk jetted from both nipples.
          Taking advantage of her willing state, Quinn shifted his grip slightly and took her by her breasts
and steered her up until she was over him, and used his handfuls to make her crouch over his pelvis
until she was properly positioned in a classic cowgirl position. More downward pressure and she gave
another loud whimper as he penetrated her.
          “Wonderful,” he told her. “Now, let's try this,” and he began to lift and pull down, showing her
what he wanted her to do, and she eagerly complied, swiveling her hips as she rode him.
          As Rebel was adjusting to feeling herself filled for the first time by someone other than Ryuto,
her new lover took a moment to take a brief tour around her mind.
          Something which was surprising to Quinn was how open and available her mind was to him. If
she had any thought of misleading of manipulating him, he couldn't find the least taint, even to the
minor dishonesty of pretending your lover was doing better than they actually were. She was
genuinely enjoying herself, and without intending, she was finding herself drawn to him as much as she
was to Ryuto.
          He thought, Well, as long as I'm here...
          One mental flick and Rebel arched her back and cried out as her pleasure spiked and she had an
incredible orgasm.
          “I'm cumming!” and she squirted from both breasts and vagina.
          He stopped directing her with his hands since it was clearly unnecessary. Her own hands came
up and squeezed her breasts, using more pressure than he'd been. And since she was taking over for
him in this manner, he closed his eyes briefly and listened to her body, feeling where she wanted to be
stimulated now. What he found was only natural considering who he was bedding.
          Bouncing herself up and down, sliding her hips in wide undulations to increase both their
stimulation, the beautiful rebel had been wishing he would pay some firm attention to her aching
nipples when she had her wish answered. His fingers pinched down firmly and her orgasm freshened
as her eyes rolled high and her mouth trembled. Bouncing on him, she leaned back a bit to increase the
tugging on her erect points as she came madly.
          Quinn waited for his lovely partner to come down from her high, but after two minutes of
sustained orgasm, he realized she had no intention of easing up until one of them was too exhausted to
go on. While her climax was clearly wonderful enough to keep her ahegao for an extended time, he
knew she had a higher peak she could reach if only for a few moments.
          He triggered an extra surge of pleasure in her so she would need to catch her breath at least a
moment, and he used the chance to remove himself from deep within her.
          When she had stopped trembling, he asked, “Are you alright, dear one? Do you need to rest?”
          He had chosen the phrases carefully. He wanted her to know he was concerned about her,
but he was rather certain she wasn't finished... she was in good health and was doing something she'd
been wondering about for a while, namely other men. He was ninety-five percent certain that her
libido and pride would outweigh her being momentarily winded.
          Rather than respond directly, she relaxed a bit and let his still-erect cock slide up between the
cheeks of her buttocks. With a purr, she said, “Prima said you had a special talent. Would you care to
show it to me?” She wiggled her hips to adjust things and the head of his prick was against the tight
seal of her backside.
          Quinn wasn't about to choose this moment to tell her that wasn't his talent, or rather not his
Talent.
          Stealing a line from one of his Phoenix recruits, he replied, “As you wish.”
          Rebel was a warrior and soldier, and a bit of pain was easily ignored for a moment. Relaxing
the required muscles, she lowered herself down and didn't even flinch at the stab of discomfort that
vanished as soon as it had come. Continuing to relax, she was surprised and gratified by how quickly
her sexual excitement was building as he slid deeper and deeper within her back door. By the time her
backside was firmly against his hips, she was hovering right on the edge of another glorious explosion
without any further stimulation. Virtually anything would be enough.
          Quinn felt her relax and ready herself, and he began to thrust up into her.
          Immediately, her head dropped back and her eyes unfocused, tears forming at the outer corners,
her mouth opening and her tongue just peeking from the corner. No words escaped her for she was far
beyond the capacity to form any words... only soft whimpers of incredible pleasure.
Some basic sensory portion of her over-loaded brain told her when her nipples were squeezed
and pulled between strong fingers, and the message was shunted directly to her pleasure center, where
her system did what it had been straining towards.
          “Gaaaa!” she cried out as her muscles jumped in uncontrolled spasm, her back arching and her
body ejected fluids from nipples and pussy as she discovered how much pleasure her body could
endure... at least until her fogged brain heard his intake of breath as his cock bucked and she felt the hot
slickness of his cum flood her aching ass.
          Not knowing her pleasure had anywhere to go, Rebel wasn't surprised when she shook harder
and her climax ratcheted up a bit more... surprise required anticipation, and she was beyond that kind of
thought... only physical reaction as her anus clutched at his tool in some primeval attempt to prolong
the exquisite agony...
          And then she slumped forward against him unconscious. He wasn't terribly surprised since this
had happened to others he knew under these circumstances, but not as often without him using his
neural induction Talent.
          Fifteen seconds later, she began to stir, and before she was even fully awake, her hips were
moving.
          “Shh, petite... It's okay. You finished us both off.”
          Aftershocks shook her form, and her hips tried to force more of his slowly-flagging erection
back inside her, but to no avail. Another tremor raced along her body, and her sphincter clenched
involuntarily, this time ejecting his increasingly flaccid tool from her well-used backside.
          She let out a moan of disappointment, but her body immediately told her it was probably for the
best since she was shaking all over and was unable to even move from her position atop her amazing
new lover.
          Quinn had shifted his grip the moment he felt her go limp, and now gently eased her onto her
side but kept her in close contact, ignoring the presence of bodily fluids that made them slip and slide
against one another. It wasn't an unpleasant sensation, but he knew from experience they would begin
to grow increasingly more uncomfortable as things dried... though as a hentai continuum, he realized
the rules he was used to might not apply. Perhaps they would just evaporate leaving no more than a
pleasant memory.
          She gave a soft, pleased moan as her arms went round his neck to pull him even tighter to her,
her fine breasts compressing between them pleasantly.
          His hands did what they naturally did under these circumstances, which was to stroke his
partner's skin gently, cherishing the closeness and intimacy they'd shared.
          He waited silently, letting her sort through her feelings as he simply enjoyed the contact of soft
female skin against his. He felt how the muscles inside her shoulder blades were somewhat tense after
being overworked, so his fingers began to massage them, drawing another purr from her.
          Soon, without her even opening her eyes, she said to him, “You succeeded twice.”
          He chuckled and said, “It felt like more than twice.”
          Snuggling her cheek against him, eyes still closed, she smiled at his crude joke, but corrected
him. “I mean you moved me... twice. Once before bed, and again here.” She paused a moment and
finished by saying, “I think I have to find a replacement here.”
          Once again appreciating time-lines that operated along an irrelevant time axis from his home
and Nevia, he told her truthfully, “There's no rush, dear one. We have time.”

