�Spoils� Part II
Princess Plum Jade
Rated �NC-17� for language and sexuality (WARNING! Includes female slash)
Part II (A)
I�m still alive. I was supposed to be dead by now. The thought kept rushing through Kordelia�s head, baffling her, blending with feelings of joy and relief�and guilt. My whole family is dead. The man I was supposed to marry is dead. Her throat tightened and her eyes burned. I might as well be dead. I have no family, no fortune�no future...
But there was a rebellious part of Kordelia that couldn�t help but be grateful, hopeful of something better. I�m seventeen years old, I don�t really want to die.
It was her joy at being alive that made her feel guilty. Let the guilt come. She would struggle with it and make the best of it.
The two guards that hurriedly removed her from among the condemned prisoners hadn�t spoken a word to her and ignored her startled questions. Nor was Rachael allowed to accompany and the distress of their sudden parting had nearly unnerved Kordelia. The guards had taken her on horseback outside Rome to a handsome villa. They hadn�t lingered when the steward offered refreshment and left hurriedly, eager to return to the city before nightfall.
The villa was rich, beautifully maintained, but not terribly large. The steward had taken her in graciously and placed her in the care of two female slaves. They took her to an opulent bath chamber and washed her in a large black marble bathing pool.
Kordelia found herself squirming in their hands, embarrassed. Rachael had been her body servant since she was a small child and it felt strange to have other women�s hands on her naked body. One of the slaves, an older grim-faced woman, seemed surly and wouldn�t even look at Kordelia as she scrubbed her. The other slave, a delicately pretty Chinese girl, worked diligently, meeting Kordelia�s eyes and smiling sweetly from time to time. Her hands were gentle as she washed and combed Kordelia�s long hair.
Kordelia climbed the three steps out of the pool and stopped the mean-faced slave when she began blotting Kordelia�s body with clean linen towels. She couldn�t endure her touch another second.
�Thank you.� Abruptly, Kordelia drew the towel out of the woman�s hands. The woman looked at her strangely and Kordelia realized she probably didn�t understand Greek. �I can do it myself,� she added in Latin.
�Our master�s orders were to wash you,� the mean-faced woman protested.
�I am clean now,� Kordelia replied firmly. �Thank you.�
�Hmmmph! Hoity-toity! You don�t give me orders, missy!� she huffed back. �The only reason you�re alive is because Drusus has an itch for Gypo pussy!�
Kordelia stiffened slightly, glared at the woman coldly. Inwardly she flinched at the hateful tone and venom in the woman�s words. Drusus? Who is he? Did he know my father? Is he a friend? She took a deep breath to calm herself.
�When I don�t scratch his itch pleasantly enough, I'll tell him it�s because you offend me,� Kordelia declared in a granite voice she never recalled using with a slave before. �Get out! Tell your master you don�t please me at all.� She turned towards the petite Chinese woman. �What�s your name?� she asked shortly.
�Xiao-Mei,� the girl answered in a melodious accent.
�Xiao-Mei.� Kordelia carefully tested her pronunciation. �Show me my quarters and help me dress. You stay away from me,� she warned the other slave as Xiao-Mei wrapped Kordelia in a soft linen wrap and pinned it over one shoulder.
�With pleasure,� the mean-faced slave muttered as Xiao-Mei quietly led Kordelia out of the bath room. �Fucking Egyptian bitch.�
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Kordelia�s bedroom was luxurious and beautifully decorated. Her fascination and nervousness increased as she gazed through the curtained entrance that led to a small private garden. The south wall boasted a lovingly painted fresco depicting Hades, the dark god of the underworld, abducting Persephone, carrying the goddess of Spring away from her worshipers in his black chariot. The bed was huge, large enough for four or five people to sleep in and it was dressed in rich fabrics. This room was obviously meant for the mistress of the house.
This Drusus must be unmarried, Kordelia thought. And how can the Romans criticize us for being soft or self-indulgent? This room is twice as large as my parents�!
Xiao-Mei hummed softly as she rubbed the healing pulp and liquid from the aloe plant onto Kordelia�s sunburned face and neck, gently circling her fingers onto Kordelia�s chest. Kordelia sighed at the soothing coolness.
�Your skin will be soft and lovely again soon, Lady,� Xiao-Mei said reassuringly.
Kordelia�s breath caught in her throat as the girl�s small hands covered her breasts. Xiao-Mei�s hands were warm and soft, the aloe fluids soothing her skin. Pleasure rippled through Kordelia and her nipples tightened and hardened as Xiao-Mei massaged her breasts. She had never felt this odd stirring in her body when Rachael had touched her. Warmth coated her insides with sweet tension and she throbbed in the most sensitive place between her legs.
�Your breasts are beautiful,� Xiao-Mei murmured. She played with Kordelia�s erect nipples, gently circling her dark areolae, lightly tracing her nipples with her fingertips. �They look like ripening fruit.�
Kordelia moaned softly, seduced by the slave�s sweet voice as well as her caresses. Her mind was spinning. She�d never felt a longing for a woman before. The slave was gorgeously pretty, slender and petite, soft-spoken and soft to the touch. Her figure was much more delicate than Kordelia�s, straighter, almost boyish in a way, but still very beautiful. The throbbing inside her body was pleasantly uncomfortable. Kordelia moved her hips restlessly and sighed.
When Xiao-Mei bent her head over Kordelia�s chest to kiss one of her damp nipples, it seemed the most natural thing in the world for Kordelia to lift her chest and clutch the slave-girl�s head. Kordelia�s fingers tunneled into the satin-smooth thickness of Xiao-Mei�s jet-black hair and held her against her breasts.
�Mmmmmmmhhhhh,� Kordelia moaned as Xiao-Mei began laving her nipple with quick little strokes of her soft pink tongue. Xiao-Mei closed her lips over the painfully sensitive flesh and began to suckle like a nursing infant. �Oh yes,� Kordelia whispered as Xiao-Mei cupped her other breast and lightly kneaded the smooth mound, gently pinching and rolling the erect nipple in her delicate fingers.
Kordelia released Xiao-Mei�s head, her hands gliding down the girl�s neck and shoulders to her slender arms. She pulled gently, urging the beautiful slave into bed with her. Somewhere in her mind she knew what she was doing was odd, not natural to her.
Perhaps her sexual attraction for Xiao-Mei stemmed from her relief at her cancelled execution. Or a derisive voice in Kordelia�s mind suggested, perhaps you�ve longed for this type and pleasure and never considered it because your future was already chosen for you. It didn�t matter. For now, Kordelia would take comfort and pleasure where she found it.
Xiao-Mei kissed a path from one of Kordelia�s breasts to the other one and began to lick and suck that nipple as well. Kordelia eased her hands through Xiao-Mei�s chiton and stroked the delicate buds of her breasts. Xiao-Mei raised her deep-set eyes shyly to Kordelia�s as her mistress began to finger and squeeze her nipples.
Kordelia drew the girl�s face to hers and kissed her lips, just a soft brush of her mouth, then a harder one. She nibbled on Xiao-Mei�s lower lip, sucked on it just as she had done with Jason, the man she�d been betrothed to. The little Asian beauty whined appreciatively at Kordelia�s tenderness and opened her mouth. Kordelia�s tongue circled her parted lips and gently swept inside her moist interior. Their tongues met and softly massaged one another. The two women cooed softly as they passionately kissed.
Kordelia hugged the slave-girl, caressing her smooth straight hair in long strokes. She rubbed her own breasts urgently against Xiao-Mei�s and squeezed her smooth ass through the thin fabric of the slave�s chiton. She felt a hot aching wetness deep within her core and ground her hips against Xiao-Mei.
Xiao-Mei broke the slow, wet, continuous kiss between them.
�Let me soothe you, Lady, I know how best to please you.�
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Part II Continues
(NC-17 for language and female slash)
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