Queens' Warriors (18 page)

Fleeing in horror, the lady eventually settled down with another man. The brothers on the other hand obsessed about the woman incessantly, continuously heaping physical violence on each other when the
Try Nas Ayn
was at its worse. The destruction they created wasn’t always confined to each other. There were rumors started that some of the ruins of Aranak were actually caused by these twins.

When neither Syne nor Asnan could stand the physical or mental anguish any longer, the two brothers went after the woman and her mate. There were patches in Aranak where the ground lay open and bare, no crops would grow there nor would buildings remain erect on these sights. It is said this was the path the twins took to first slaughter the woman they had loved, then turn on each other for a final fight and kill each other in an unstoppable rage.

Vincent nodded closing his eyes, a slight shudder raking his body, as he remembered the gory details his father had gone into. If he and Shan Lin...

“You can’t think like that. This may have started out as a means to deceive Queen Sara, but we both knew somewhere inside, she was the one. It was the only way we would have picked her.”

“She was the first woman we saw. There was no way we could have known she was ours,” Vincent argued.

Shan Lin shook his head.

“No. She was not the first woman we saw. When we left the house on Earth, we must have passed by a hundred women and you know it. For one reason or another, each of us had a reason for not choosing any of them. Too tall, too short, not enough stamina. I touched as many as I could and felt nothing. You know the only one we agreed on was her. It wasn’t the orgasm we gave her at her door. It was the fact I couldn’t feel anything from her when I touched her. It was the reason we chose her.”

Shan Lin’s voice had risen in intensity as he spoke, and Vincent heard the surety in Shan Lin’s words as the brothers remembered. Vincent had to face facts. She was indeed the one and they had known it from the start.

Sighing in disgust at himself because he hadn’t seen it clearly to begin with, Vincent admitted to himself, Shan Lin was right.

“Shari is our chosen. She is the woman we will love for the rest of our days. There will be no other.
Riad
help us if she doesn’t realize it herself before we destroy her.”

Nudging the horse into a canter, then a flat out race toward Aranak, Vincent tried to ignore the words his brother pathed into his mind.

Riad
already has. He showed us to our soul-mate. What more could you ask of him?

Chapter Eleven

Both men stood before Queen Sara who was half dressed and lounging on the royal bed surrounded by seven naked men and women in various stages of coupling. Hiding their disgust behind years of training, both Warriors waited to be acknowledged.

A cry of painful satisfaction came from one of the couplings before Queen Sara chose to speak to the brothers.

“That’s it, Roola. Make sure the pain is equal to the satisfaction. That’s a good boy.” Petting the man’s rapidly diminishing penis, the Queen turned to her Warriors.

“There’s a rumor you’ve been joined. I’ve felt the presence of a new mind in Aranak and I’ve had to wonder what the reason was for your not presenting her to me?” The Queen paused before adding delicately. “Or him.”

The brothers stood steeling themselves to show no emotions at the taunting.

“I must say, I’m hurt. I would have thought you could have brought your bride here at least to introduce her to your Auntie Sara. Are you ashamed of me?”

The brothers waited, knowing the question, asked so innocently, would soon be followed by an order. No matter what, the Queen seemed bound to provoke Shan Lin and Vincent.

“Your Majesty. It was not our intent to slight you in the least. As our Auntie Sara, or as our Queen. However, our bride, upon arrival to Aranak, was suffering from a recent accident. We found her in the Earth Realm and a vehicle had struck her. We only wanted her to recover first, thus allowing her to be at her best, before presenting her to you.”

Vincent, never one for the diplomatic speeches, listened as his brother spoke so eloquently.

“I see. Has she recovered?” the Queen asked sweetly.

Vincent looked at Shan Lin knowing they would have to present their bride to their aunt before Shari had accepted them, and almost shouted no. Gritting his teeth against the denial, he waited for Shan Lin’s answer.

“Mostly, Auntie Sara. Thank you for your concern. If you would like…”

She quickly cut off his reply.

“Yes. It’s what this is about. What I would like. Or, if you prefer, what I want.”

A scream sounded next to her and their aunt turned to look down at a man under two women.

“That will be enough, Marek. You must learn to turn the pain into pleasure.” As she instructed the now whimpering man, she reached over to a small tray next to her and picked up a pair of pincers.

“Clamp these onto his balls and twist them back and forth. If he screams again, gag him. I’m having a conversation with my family.”

Her voice never changed from the syrupy sweet tone she had used as she spoke to her nephews.

“Now. Where was I? Oh yes, my marriageniece. When will she be here?”

A look passed once again between the brothers before turning back to their aunt.

“Before you speak, know this. She will come before me and now. I don’t care if you must wake her from a drugged sleep. You will present her to me. Also, I have an assignment for the two of you, which we will get into in a moment. But for now, path her and have Winters arrange for her arrival immediately.”

Vincent nearly smiled with glee as Shan Lin pathed tightly to his brother.

Thank
Riad
for Winters and the Tine Chocolate Torts.

Bless him indeed.
Vincent answered back just as tightly knowing that if they kept the contact brief their aunt wouldn’t hear the conversation.

“Your Majesty, Auntie Sara. I’m afraid that won’t be possible.” Vincent answered, schooling his features carefully into a look of painful denial.

“Just why the
freching
not?” the Queen burst out. “You would deny a command from your sovereign? You would deny me what I asked for? Why you little…”

Both men dropped to their knees, their foreheads in positions of obeisance toward the floor interrupting the Queen’s wrath before they began to speak a formal apology.

“Auntie Sara, please. She was given Tine Chocolate tonight for the wedding night. You know she will not function before the morning, if we are lucky. We have truly exhausted the woman beyond her endurance. After all, we are our Queen’s Warriors.”

Their voices carried through the room. Vincent would not have been surprised if those with ears to the door didn’t hear their boast. Both he and Shan Lin were equally glad they had indeed worn out their bride throughout the day with lovemaking. When he opened his mind to allow Queen Sara to see himself and his brother pleasuring their bride thoroughly, the tension in the room dropped appreciably.

The silence that had descended on the room was only interrupted by the occasional groan from one or more of the thrashing bodies on the bed.

“Oh, do get up. As you’ve been so kind to show me, your boast of your prowess is indeed legendary. The woman is lucky indeed in her choice of you both.”

The disgruntled tone of her voice relieved the brothers, but only until she opened her mouth to speak once more.

“Fine. I will give her two days to recover, but that is all. In the meantime, I will send an escort for her alone on the second day. She will see me alone.”

The brothers started to protest but the Queen rolled over their objections as they got to their feet.

“No. I have spoken. That is all. I want the two of you to go somewhere else. This is Aranak business and it always comes first.”

“Yes, Your Majesty.” Vincent and Shan Lin resumed the formal speech as their Aunt once more became the Queen.

“Now. There has been trouble in Hurok.”

The command performance had turned into business, and this was one area the brothers intended to pay close attention. There was very little they could do at the moment about the command given to present Shari in two days time, but this business was what they had been trained for. This conversation they would record and burn into their minds.

* * * * *

“Do you believe the woman?” Shan Lin nearly bellowed as the men made their way back to their home.

“What? You mean you weren’t yet sure she means to destroy Aranak at all costs so she can retain the right to the throne? I’m surprised at your naiveté, Shan Lin. Really, brother, it was you who convinced me of what your dreams spoke. Why, now, would you think differently?”

The sarcasm so heavy in Vincent’s voice, was due to the fact their Queen had finally lost complete control of her faculties.

The conversation the brothers had before leaving with Theresa had only confirmed what they already knew. The conversation with their aunt had confirmed in Queen Sara’s words the evidence the men needed to show Queen Stephanie the lengths to which their aunt would go to keep the throne.

“Don’t take it out on me. I know you’re angry. I know we have been given orders. At the moment, we have to decide if we’re going to disobey one Queen’s orders to obey the other’s.”

It was not a hard decision in the end. So their careers as Warriors would be gone forever. Treason would be spoken of. They would need to leave Naralin, probably never to see their home, family, and friends again. It was not a choice at all.

They would do the only thing they could and still live with themselves.

They would protect their bride and survive.

* * * * *

“They think they’re so smart, standing there so smug as if I haven’t just learned they’d gone to meet that cunt Stephanie. My marriagedaughter. My beloved sons’ bride. The woman who would presume to take what is mine.”

Sara sat in front of a mirror as one of the men she had summoned off the bed combed out her hair. Admiring its beauty as the man stroked the bristles against her scalp, Sara fumed.

“I am still the ruler of this world. I will soon take over Horrd and demand reverence from another Monarch’s people. It is I who has brought Aranak to the notice of the universes. I, who have built up relations with others of power. If the little whore thinks she can just step into my shoes…”

Sara stopped speaking abruptly reaching up and snatching the gilded brush from the hands of the naked male behind her.

“Stop it!” she shrieked, standing swiftly. She turned to look at the man and began shrieking in a high-pitched voice.

“Vincent thinks I can’t hear them. What a crock. I hear everything.” Sara began walking around the one who had brushed her hair.

No, you don’t. You’re lucky if you hear bits and snatches of conversation from them. And you cannot even hear your own sons.
The taunting voice mocked Sara.

In fury, she turned on the man behind her.

“Why are you not at attention? Why are you flaccid? Have you not been instructed to be ready to
frech
me at a moment’s notice?”

“But Your Majesty… It is…” The man cried in helplessness.

Shrieking still, Sara grasped hold of the man and with a strength born in anger, turned him so he faced away from her. Pushing the man from behind, she began shouting demands.

“Bend over the chair. Get going. You will take your cock in your hand and stroke it to firmness. When I’m done, you’ll have learned to have a cockstand any time I look at you!”

Sara, breath heaving in anticipation of what was to come, waited for the man to begin. One hand making its way to her saturated pussy as she used her dominant hand to pick up a flat spatula like paddle.

“Begin.” The command was quickly followed by the sounds of metal connecting with flesh.

* * * * *

Shari could hardly countenance it. She had taken to wandering through her husbands’ home since they had gone. So far, she had found the most wonderful bathroom was located in the brothers’ suite. While the rest of the house had been decorated as if for tours, their rooms seemed made for comfort.

The room she was in now looked to be directly out of a tour guide book.

And next, we’ll be visiting the royal home of Shan Lin and Vincent…

Shari paused. Last name. She did not even know their last name. But when she would have gotten angry at the idea she had married men and not gotten their last names, her mind supplied the answer.

Rayan. My name is Shari Lynn Rayan-White.

Where had
that
come from?

But it was all there in her mind. For any thought she had of the men, her mind seemed to supply an answer. She marveled at this fact. Maybe it had something to do with the mind reading deal. Maybe she…

You are our soulmate. This is normal.

Shari nearly knocked over a chair.

“Shit! Don’t do that!” she snapped.

My apologies,
Kasha
. Are you injured?