Prince Norquar reclaimed the planet Jenous as his birthright, and the young virgin
Queen Belayla as his bride. To keep his Belayla safe and to educate her in the way of a
woman instead of the warrior she was already trained as, he placed her in the care of
Mistress Donestra of the Planet of the Veils. But sensual trials turn into a battle of wills
between Belaya and Donestra. Can Prince Norquar's growing affection bridge the gap
between sensuality and tradition -or will Belayla become a pawn to the self-interests of
the unscrupulous Mistress?
Queen Belayla as his bride. To keep his Belayla safe and to educate her in the way of a
woman instead of the warrior she was already trained as, he placed her in the care of
Mistress Donestra of the Planet of the Veils. But sensual trials turn into a battle of wills
between Belaya and Donestra. Can Prince Norquar's growing affection bridge the gap
between sensuality and tradition -or will Belayla become a pawn to the self-interests of
the unscrupulous Mistress?
“I am not as terrible as you think, Belayla.” He smiled and led her to a seat as
the pilots began the start sequence on the ship’s engines. Norquar drew the
lap belts together across Belayla’s lap to join them. He allowed his fingers to
press against her and to remain a fraction longer than needed to caressingly
press against the thick leather garment she was forced to wear, he wondered
what it was she wore as an undergarment. His eyes held hers. Belayla’s lips
parted slightly, her breath grew quick and short. His fingers lingered pressed
against the garment, forcing the metal of thing into her sex, a perplex frown
crossed his face.
“I am capable of buckling my own seatbelts,” Belayla protested breathlessly.
“Of course you are, but where your safety is concerned,” Norquar smirked
impishly, “I will take no chances, I've left too much to chance already.” Norquar
slowly drew his hands up and over her full and un-restrained breasts to pull the
shoulder belts down over her now hardened nipples in a manner that allowed
his calloused palms to rub over her grape-sized nipples, causing her to gasp
slightly. Though she restrained the sound, her eyes looked into his ice-blue-
white eyes to find that they danced with flames. He buckled the shoulder belts
into the same locking device that held the lap restrains, his hands again
lingered, his strong lean fingers remaining to feel the strange undergarment that
seem to encase her sex beneath the fabric of her drab virgin’s clothes. Their
eyes never left each other's eyes. Belayla’s heart raced from his touch, her
cunt becoming uncomfortably wet, the arousal of the harsh leather garment
further inflaming her, relieved Donestra was not here to gloat. Aware of the fire
from arousal, combined with the wetness on her, chafed, her freshly-shaven
cunt beneath the cruel garment, Belayla wondered if she would ever get the
damned thing off, and what Norquar's reaction to it would be when he saw it.
Norquar’s lips touched Belayla’s gently, his hand behind her neck pushing her
back into her seat, taste her tongue with his own and leaving her pulse racing.
“I must attend Jenous’ affairs,” he said with some regret, his voice soft, “but I
will send a maid to fetch you both in a while to prepare for our arrival.” Norquar
touched Belayla’s cheek gently before leaving her.
Disturbed and embarrassed, she glanced over at Umma who discreetly was
looking out the window watching her first voyage into the stars, a slight smile on
her lips.
Belayla was silent for a while until Umma spoke to her, “Your Master is a kind
Lord,” she commented. “We, the other girls and I, thought him to be a cruel
man.”
“You are easily deceived,” Belayla informed Umma, her voice harsh.
“How well do you know him?” Umma challenged. “He could have left me for
Donestra to take her frustrations out on me for your escape, but he didn’t.
Perhaps you have misjudged him yourself.”
“I’m sure he will have his reasons, don’t think him so kindhearted yet,” Belayla
told her. “He conquered my planet on my wedding day to King Blains. I don’t
know what he has done to my father to force him to sign me into a marriage
with him, and he left me on this damned planet to be tortured by that bitch
Donestra. I wouldn’t say he is so kind.”
“Did you love this King Blains who he killed?” Umma asked. “From what little
you said, you refused to bed with him.”
“No, I will admit, of the two Norquar is better. He is young and not the monster
Blains was. There is a great deal of past history between them,” Belayla
admitted and grew silent.
“Time will prove, mayhap you have judged him incorrectly, I do not believe Lord
Norquar knew Mistress Donestra was the cruel woman she is.” Umma said,
relaxing back and closing her eyes, for the first time in her life, feeling safe.
“After all, milady, destiny will have its way.”
the pilots began the start sequence on the ship’s engines. Norquar drew the
lap belts together across Belayla’s lap to join them. He allowed his fingers to
press against her and to remain a fraction longer than needed to caressingly
press against the thick leather garment she was forced to wear, he wondered
what it was she wore as an undergarment. His eyes held hers. Belayla’s lips
parted slightly, her breath grew quick and short. His fingers lingered pressed
against the garment, forcing the metal of thing into her sex, a perplex frown
crossed his face.
“I am capable of buckling my own seatbelts,” Belayla protested breathlessly.
“Of course you are, but where your safety is concerned,” Norquar smirked
impishly, “I will take no chances, I've left too much to chance already.” Norquar
slowly drew his hands up and over her full and un-restrained breasts to pull the
shoulder belts down over her now hardened nipples in a manner that allowed
his calloused palms to rub over her grape-sized nipples, causing her to gasp
slightly. Though she restrained the sound, her eyes looked into his ice-blue-
white eyes to find that they danced with flames. He buckled the shoulder belts
into the same locking device that held the lap restrains, his hands again
lingered, his strong lean fingers remaining to feel the strange undergarment that
seem to encase her sex beneath the fabric of her drab virgin’s clothes. Their
eyes never left each other's eyes. Belayla’s heart raced from his touch, her
cunt becoming uncomfortably wet, the arousal of the harsh leather garment
further inflaming her, relieved Donestra was not here to gloat. Aware of the fire
from arousal, combined with the wetness on her, chafed, her freshly-shaven
cunt beneath the cruel garment, Belayla wondered if she would ever get the
damned thing off, and what Norquar's reaction to it would be when he saw it.
Norquar’s lips touched Belayla’s gently, his hand behind her neck pushing her
back into her seat, taste her tongue with his own and leaving her pulse racing.
“I must attend Jenous’ affairs,” he said with some regret, his voice soft, “but I
will send a maid to fetch you both in a while to prepare for our arrival.” Norquar
touched Belayla’s cheek gently before leaving her.
Disturbed and embarrassed, she glanced over at Umma who discreetly was
looking out the window watching her first voyage into the stars, a slight smile on
her lips.
Belayla was silent for a while until Umma spoke to her, “Your Master is a kind
Lord,” she commented. “We, the other girls and I, thought him to be a cruel
man.”
“You are easily deceived,” Belayla informed Umma, her voice harsh.
“How well do you know him?” Umma challenged. “He could have left me for
Donestra to take her frustrations out on me for your escape, but he didn’t.
Perhaps you have misjudged him yourself.”
“I’m sure he will have his reasons, don’t think him so kindhearted yet,” Belayla
told her. “He conquered my planet on my wedding day to King Blains. I don’t
know what he has done to my father to force him to sign me into a marriage
with him, and he left me on this damned planet to be tortured by that bitch
Donestra. I wouldn’t say he is so kind.”
“Did you love this King Blains who he killed?” Umma asked. “From what little
you said, you refused to bed with him.”
“No, I will admit, of the two Norquar is better. He is young and not the monster
Blains was. There is a great deal of past history between them,” Belayla
admitted and grew silent.
“Time will prove, mayhap you have judged him incorrectly, I do not believe Lord
Norquar knew Mistress Donestra was the cruel woman she is.” Umma said,
relaxing back and closing her eyes, for the first time in her life, feeling safe.
“After all, milady, destiny will have its way.”
PLANET OF THE VEILS
by Sultry Summers
& Whiskey Creek Press
by Sultry Summers
& Whiskey Creek Press
