Conquering Lazar (9 page)

Donte stood up to begin the celebration. He proudly held up a wine glass and bellowed, "My friends, my family, I am honored to stand before you. We sit here and celebrate in our precious Palace of Lazar. What we once lost, we have found again. What we may have once took for granted, we now see as a prized jewel." His gaze went to Briar. "And some of us have found the most precious gift of all—love." Everyone in the room cheered in unison when Donte went to one knee. "Will you, Briar Hope, do me the honor of being my wife?"

"Yes, yes," Briar answered, as tears streamed down her face. "I will marry you!"

Cheers erupted again and congratulations rang out. Elbi smiled and nodded at all the toasts. Although she was delighted for her best friend, seeing such complete love struck her to the core with jealousy. She tried to hide her unwelcome emotions, but tears threatened to fall. Malachi must have sensed her discomfort, because he reached for her hand. A soft squeeze from his fingers did wonders for her rampant emotions.

"So tonight," Donte continued, "we celebrate our victories. Tomorrow, we rebuild. The palace is not what it once was. In fact, it is badly beaten. But the shambles are ours, and we will make it thrive once again." More cheers broke out as Donte returned to his seat, wrapping his arms around his new fiancée.

For the next hour, everyone launched into playful banter, and Elbi found herself laughing more now than she ever had. She'd almost forgotten what it was like to laugh so easily. Fear was replaced with joy, war was replaced with friendship, and death was replaced with promise of the future.

Just as Elbi was getting ready to call it a night, and wondering where she would sleep that evening, Malachi wrapped his arm around her and leaned forward so his lips were at her ear.

"Do you mind taking a walk with me?" he asked quietly.

The heat of his breath against her skin sent a shiver down her spine and her insides heated almost instantly. She smiled and nodded, trying to keep her composure. Malachi stood and helped her out of her seat, and they slipped out of the dining room without anyone saying anything or noticing.

"Where are we going?" she asked, when Malachi took her hand and started pulling her down the hallway.

"Home," he said in a whisper, urging her to follow him, pulling her into a room.

The room they were standing in once held a lavish bed with four posts, with a canopy stretched over it. The walls were once decorated with opulent paintings, and ornate rugs once donned the marble floors. The elaborate room that was once Malachi's had been plundered, and nothing endured the possession of Jaden. All that remained was a mattress with some simple bedding.

"This will be our new quarters. It is not much now, but I will focus my attentions on bringing back the glory that you deserve," he said, gesturing to his room with a sweep of his arm.

"Our quarters?" she asked. They hadn't discussed this, and Elbi realized that she had desperately hoped that Malachi would still want to live with her even after they returned to the palace.

"Of course, Elbi. I cannot imagine spending even one night apart from you."

With her heartbeat piercing her chest, she walked up to him and placed her forehead against his body. "That makes me so very happy to hear."

"Here, let us lie down on
our
bed," he said softly, leading her to the mattress on the floor. He fell back against the pillows at the head of the bed and she joined him, leaning her head against his chest.

Malachi smelled like security, if there was such a smell to describe it, and she inhaled deeply as she nuzzled her face into the ley of his neck. His warm embrace made her feel as if she were sinking into his body. She felt heavy in love. She took another deep breath and released it slowly, taking in the moment of complete relaxation.

"I have been waiting for this day for so long," he murmured against the top of her head, his fingers stroking her scalp. "I have wanted nothing more than to hold you in my arms, in our home—the palace."

She simply nodded.

"What is it you want of the future, Elbi?"

She froze.

He must have felt her tension. "Why does the question bother you?"

"I don't know how you want me to answer it." She held her breath, not sure what to say or what to do.

"The truth. I simply ask the truth of you."

"I want love," she confessed.

"Do you not feel love?" he asked, as he continued petting her hair.

There was a long moment of silence. Elbi glanced up at him and before she could give him an answer, Malachi's lips were pressed against hers, and her body caught aflame. She smiled against the kiss and let her hands wander up to stroke his face. Reveling in the taste of his lips, she softly moaned with the need for more.

"I love you," he whispered against the kiss. "I love you more than I ever thought possible. The love I have for you I fear will suffocate you with the intensity."

"And I love you," she admitted freely.

"I do not know what tomorrow will bring when it comes to the palace, but I do know that from this day on, I want you by my side."

"What about the harem?" She didn't want to ask the question, because she feared the answer. She didn't want to go back. She didn't want anyone of the harem to pleasure Malachi. She wanted conventional, but feared he did not.

"The harem will serve its original purpose. We will not take away from what the harem is, what it stands for, and what it will become." He kissed her softly before continuing. "But you will no longer be part of the harem, and I have no need for it either. You will serve me as the harem once did. And I will serve you."

"Will you not miss the harem?"

Malachi smiled. "The harem gave me beauty. This I now have with you. The harem gave me surrender. This I will still demand from you. The harem gave me sex. And this, my dear Elbi, you have mastered. The harem offers me nothing I do not already hold with you."

She blushed with the memory of their sexual experiences.

He kissed her deeply, forcing his tongue in her mouth only to be met with her carnal return. He rolled her onto her back in one swift move, never breaking the kiss. He effortlessly removed her silks, exposing her body to him, and then quickly shed his own. His eyes locked with hers, casting a spell of seduction. She knew what was to come, but the anticipation nearly choked her.

"Can you leave the harem and only belong to me?" he asked as he straddled her, now nude, body. His cock stood hard and ready, and Elbi could not keep her eyes from it. "I will not share."

"I only belong to you," she panted, licking her lips in anticipation of his dick entering her mouth.

He lowered himself and kneeled before her face, his cock mere inches from her lips. "Can you surrender to me?" He placed the tip of his penis on her lips. "I will demand."

"My submission is yours," she answered, and licked the shiny pre cum that escaped his ready sex.

With a growl that rose from the depths of his chest, Malachi thrust his dick into her expecting mouth. She took the girth and began to suck with a hunger, a need, an uncontrollable urge to give the man she loved pleasure. Up and down as she closed her mouth even tighter with every move. Up and down as she moaned against his flesh, reverberating against the mass that filled her mouth. Malachi grabbed her by the hair and helped guide her head, claiming his will.

He quickly pulled out and flipped her over, positioning her on all fours. "I cannot be gentle," he hissed as he slapped her ass.

Elbi moaned at the sting of his hand, hungry for more. "And that is not what I ask. Spank me, Malachi. Show me who my master is! Spank me, and show me what will happen if I disobey you. Show me, Malachi. Show me, please."

As if she had just released the dam, Malachi began the intoxicating punishment. Spank after spank, his hand descended against her milky surface. With each searing smack, her flesh sparked. She held her position and squeezed her eyes against the sting, the pain, and against the most intense pleasure. Signs of her arousal dripped down her pussy and to her inner thighs as she pleaded for more. He continued to spank without mercy or without letting up. The force of each swat of her ass rocked her body forward, only to have her thrust her ass back, eagerly awaiting the next punishing blow.

He rewarded her surrender to his discipline by thrusting his cock into her pussy. Not gentle, not with ease, but with a capturing onslaught. He dominated; he took and captured her body. Her orgasm exploded around his cock as her screams lined the room, only to be followed by his moans of release. Nothing, nothing, nothing could compare to the impression left on her soul. To be mastered. To be conquered. To be
his
!

* * * * *

"Do you hear that?" Malachi asked as they lay in each other's arms. He sat up and listened. Elbi sat up as well and tried to focus her attention on the noise around her. She tried to keep the panic at bay.

"Is it Jaden? Are they attacking?" Her voice cracked, revealing the terror that came storming in.

"No." Malachi got out of bed and quickly got dressed. He threw Elbi's silks to her. A rumble shook the outside, followed by another. "Hear that?"

Elbi quickly got dressed. "Oh god! It's Jaden!"

Malachi smiled when the rumble happened again. "No, my love. I believe it is thunder! I believe it is signaling a storm. Hurry and get dressed."

They rushed outside and joined everyone else from the celebratory dinner. They, too, had heard the noise and come rushing outdoors to see for themselves.

"Thunder!" Donte confirmed, when he turned to see Malachi and Elbi running outside. A bolt of lightning shot across the blackness.

And then it happened. The sky up above opened up and drops of water emerged. Elbi turned her face toward the sky and felt the rain fall upon her desert-worn skin. Drop after drop of water came pouring out of the night, splattering onto the withered and cracked ground below.

"Rain! It's rain," came shouts from everyone around. Cries, cheers, and laughter blended with the booming cadence of the storm. Drops turned to sheets of water as the sky unleashed the storm.

Elbi turned to Malachi who also had his face turned up toward the sky, allowing the rain to drench his body. She watched as members of the harem began to dance around, their silks wet against their skin. She looked over to see Briar and Donte embracing, kissing with the rain falling all around. And then she turned completely and looked back at the Palace of Lazar. It stood in all its glory with the night sky as its backdrop. The rain began to wash away the scars Jaden had caused. The rain showered away signs of the war, washing away the soot, the filth, and the contamination of the evil that had once resided there. All that remained now was a palace being cleansed by Mother Nature herself. The rain offered a new beginning. It was their reward for their glory. They had conquered The Palace of Lazar—her home, her future, her love.

The End

Alta Hensley is a multi-published author whose Domestic Discipline/Spanking Erotic Romance novels have become some of the bestselling books in the genre.

She finally followed one of her dreams, and one of the dreams her Nana always had for her. Alta always wanted to be a writer from the time she could spell, and now she gets the privilege of saying she's an Author.

She also writes under the pen name
Mila Kerr
for all her books in the genre of F/F Romance.

You can find out more about Alta on her website at http://www.altahensley.com and she can be found on Twitter, Facebook, and Goodreads.

Other Titles by Alta Hensley

In the Palace of Lazar (Harem, Book One)

Conquering Lazar (Harem, Book Two)

Poppa's Progeny

Lady Templar

Ruby Rose

Of Yesterday

Traditional Love

Traditional Terms

Anthologies and Box Sets:

Medieval Maidens

Coming to Terms

Milestones

Deep in the Heat of Texas

Indulgence: Tales of the Cirque Romani

Be sure to check out Alta's most recent title:

Poppa's Progeny

At the age of eighteen, all women who cannot afford a dowry for marriage must be placed in a facility in the hopes of being adopted by an affluent husband.

To maintain order, all women go through a mental reassignment reverting their minds to six-year-old girls—progenies. By keeping the women innocent in all ways before marriage, they will later be able to function as a wife and mother more efficiently. The progenies are sheltered, nurtured, babied—and even disciplined by their assigned poppas. The progenies have no baggage, no hardship, no broken hearts. There are no dark secrets in their lives, no torrid affairs, and no pain. Their husband is buying the purest gem there is. He adopts for marriage so his wife is flawless. Life has not chipped away at her.

But what happens when the mental reassignment doesn't work, and Juniper Ambrose is not truly the little girl she should be? She has no choice but to play the twisted game of pretend, hoping no one, especially her poppa, finds out. Secrets, lies, pretending—this is the world the progeny, and her poppa, have been thrown into.

*** Warning *** This science fiction/dystopian novella contains scenes with age play elements, anal play, virgin sex, and spanking. If this isn't your cup of tea, please don't take a drink.

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