Worlds Collide Chapter 7

 
They all looked at him as he fell on his hands and knees in a puddle of his own vomit. The sea wasn’t even so bad. It was smooth sailing all the way from the Queendom of Zodara to the Kingdom of Lirrona.

“FUCK!” Mira sighed, “I sure as hell am not going to clean this up.”

Vera tried to help Baron Dolan Drakonan back on his feet. He wasn’t a heavy man, average built, middle aged, green eyes, nice smile, good figure, not a bad cock, all the attributes of a good fuck. If he wasn’t a lord, as well as the queen’s cousin, and the newly appointed ambassador to the kingdom of Lirrona, she would not have hesitated to string him up on one of the masts and fuck his brains right in the middle of this schooner. Not that she hasn’t done it before. Vera and her sister Mira have had the pleasure of Dolan’s ass on many occasions and were so looking forward to it on this journey. Unfortunately they did not have the chance yet. They still had a few days until they reached their destination. They might still yet have their wish.

Since the first day he set foot on this boat he didn’t stop emptying his stomach every time a wave heaved the ship back and fro. In this world of islands and seas it was unheard off for anyone to get seasick except when the seas were mad and the winds were furious. “The sea is life and the wind its bread” a saying every child learnt by heart. Almost everyone was a sailor of some sort on this world, and almost everyone has heard of Dolan’s love for the sea. When he was but a young man he single handedly sailed a cutter from Katona’s-Tongue to the Bay-of-Stones and back again in less than four days. A feat never again attempted. Few even survived such foolishness. He was a master sailor and a complete idiot. But almost everyone knew that as well.

“Let’s get you down to your room your lordship,” Mira helped her one minute elder sister drag the Baron to his bed.

He opened his eyes to stare at his two bodyguards and he sighed, “Oh help me Goddess! You are still here.”

“And where the hell would we go?!” Mira exclaimed, “we’re stuck with you, you dimwit.”

“Get yourself in shape man,” Vera added, “you are embarrassing us in front of all those navy laddies.”

Vera and Mira, Queen Zelarda’s most infamous guards, Mistresses of life and death, Scourgers of pleasure and pain, were assigned as Dolan’s personal bodyguards on this perilous mission and they were mad as hell with their ward. Vera tried to unbutton his trousers as her sister Mira was bent on unbuttoning her own so they could finally get on with it. But he stopped them again. “Please ladies,” he begged, “I’m not in the mood right now.”

Their eyes bulged and their jaws fell. They had never been rejected before. Not by any man. If they heard those words from anyone but Dolan he would be skinned alive before he finished his sentence. But this was Dolan Drakonan, their friend, their sub when they needed him to be .... and ... and ...and they had never heard him utter those words before. He was never the one to reject a woman especially as beautiful and as deadly as those two. It was unheard off. He must really be sick or dying. They vowed that once he was back on his feet they were going to skin him alive. But they had to complete their mission first and that was to keep him alive... for now. They left him to bask in his own misery and went to look for other pray among the sailors of the Zodarian Navy.

Dolan closed his eyes trying to get some sleep. He could not feel his body anymore. It was numb all over. He has been in and out of this trance for days. Dreams, fantasies, images engulfed his senses every single day. Each time those wisps passed through his mind, his whole body imploded from within and everything in his stomach exploded from without. He had never experience anything like this before. Those dreams rocked his core to bits. He saw worlds, women, men, images, ideas that didn’t even make sense. He had always been a poet, a writer, a storyteller, a dreamer but this was different. He had never heard, read or even dreamt of such fantasies before. No one on his world has. He thought he was going to fucking die.

Vera and Mira didn’t help either. He knew what they wanted. They wanted his ass but he couldn’t give it to them. He wasn’t in the mood. He was never ever not in the mood for a fuck. He wished he could have seen their faces when Queen Zelarda told them that Dolan was theirs to play with during this mission. They must have kissed her feet for hours. Theoretically he was supposed to be their lord and master on this trip, but then again he was but a mere man and on the social scale of things they outranked him by far. Even though he was a lord, a Baron of the courts, a rich man with lands to spare, however a woman will always be his superior and he was supposed to submit to her will in whatever way she so desires, especially when it comes to this dangly thing between his legs. It was theirs. That was what the law of the Goddess ordained and those two minks followed it to the last letter. He was sure they had brought all their gear with them on this trip, especially that dildo Mira loves to use on his ass. She had ordered that thing made of the hardest Dillow wood she could get her hands on, thus the name of this dangerous thing. She specifically designed it with dimples all around its ten inch length so that it penetrates with a hateful thud. He can still feel it’s tingle to this day even though it has been a while since they were all together in one bed. He can feel her thrust as she stood behind him with that thing strapped to her waist as she pushed it deep into his hole. Of course her sister wasn’t exempted from any of this worship. She loved how his tongue caressed her entrance and how he used it to simulate her bud to bursting almost to the point of drowning him while he was between her legs. They must have been so looking forward to this trip. He hated himself for disappointing them. More importantly he prayed he wouldn’t disappoint his Queen. That was all that mattered.

Queen Zelarda had given him one of her fastest ships in her navy to sail as quickly as he could to Lirrona to try and solve this trade dispute with King Verol. As her ambassador he was to find a settlement otherwise his island home of Zodara would be economically ruined. Most of Zodara trade especially that from the copper mines passed through the Black Straights which were controlled by the Lirronians. The treaty specified that Lirrona allows passage for their trade vessels for ten silver racks each. The Lirronianas want more. They also want a piece of that lucrative copper trade. Well, mainly all of it, and they believe that they should have a stake in those mines, a one hundred percent stake if they can get away with it, and they can. Queen Zelarda has been trying to negotiate with them. She even sent a few ambassadors to this task. Non returned. Now it was his turn.

Why the hell did he even accept such a suicide mission? He should go back and tell his Queen that this was futile. She should surrender. Maybe if she accepted to be Verol’s subjugate her subjects would be treated with dignity. Of course their history, culture, way of life would be gone. Many would die, the queen would die, he and every noble in the land would die. Maybe a few would survive...... yes... he should tell the captain to reverse course....oh goddess...  not again... and he fell into another trance for the hundredth time.

“Ambassador Dolan Drakonan of Zodara.” The announcer bellowed.

A few days ago they arrived to the capital of Lirrona. They announced themselves to the court, however they were kept waiting for days in a small room until they were finally granted an audience with his Majesty King Verol the Great, Conqueror of all the Lands and the Ten Seas, the Manifestation of God Januva, the Creator of the Heavens, in this World.

Dolan walked toward King Verol’s throne. Mira and Vera walked behind him. He stopped a short distance from the crown and bowed, however the two mistresses did not. No Zodarian woman would ever bow to a man. That was written in their most scarred of texts and those two ladies would die before they would ever do something as vile as that. He had told Queen Zelarda that she should not send those two with him but she insisted.

“We have to make a statement to that Shit. We will not surrender to his male dominance,” she said, and that statement was going to get them all killed.

King Verol looked at Dolan and smirked. He had just won the first round. The whole court was basked in deadly silence waiting for their king’s reaction.

“Your two female escorts insult me,” the King finally confirmed Dolan’s worse fears. “You insult me ambassador.” The king added. “Your presence insults me. Your way of life insults me. Your Queen insults me and I want her on her knees in my court.”

King Verol was a short little weasel who was lost in the size of his throne. He was a fanatical tyrant who ruled with brute force rather than the love of his people, especially those of his female subjects. Come to think of it, there were no female subjects anywhere to be seen. His court was made up of like minded patriarchal male dominant fucks whose wives were kept hidden behind closed doors. It was a wonder the two realms had ever talked to one another. They were so much different in every way. Zodara was a gynarchy, a females dominant society, while Lirrona kept them hidden behind lock and key. The presence of those two beautiful mistresses in king Verol’s court must have triggered his sexually frustrated member to precum.

Surly that went well! Now it was time for diplomacy. “Your Majesty. We are glad that you have given us the honor of meeting your magnificent being. Queen Zelarda sends you her utmost wishes for great health and prosperity,” Dolan began his speech. “Our two realms have been close friends and allies for more than a hundred years. Ever since our great great Queen Zullara helped your great great grand father Vito expel those marauding Karraghen invaders from your islands, our two great nations have lived in peace and harmony ....” only king Verol stopped him short.

“Don’t presume to give me history lessons, Ambassador.” He said, “my great great grand father was blackmailed by your Wicked Queen. She dictated her terms. He had no choice. He was forced to accept her ridiculous conditions. But that time is over, Ambassador. Our great island of Lirrona has shed that humiliating past behind. We are now the strongest kingdom the world has ever seen. More than ten states have went into an alliance with us. Another more have completely submitted to our rule and they are already being brought into the scope of our realm. Your petty queendom is next.”

Now that diplomacy is out the window, it was time for groveling. “I am sorry if my words were misunderstood your Majesty. I never wished to insult your excellency in any way. I beg your forgiveness. I was just trying to find a way our two realms can once again go back to that glorious past which made us great friends ....” aaaand king Verol stopped him once again.

“The only way is for your Queen to surrender.”

“Queen Zelandra has every wish to come to a peaceful conclusion and she already sent your two of her best ambassadors to...” Dolan tried to add.

“Her two fucking ambassadors are dead,” Verol didn’t hesitate to confirm the fate of those two poor men. “They dared express your Queen’s demands on our court. Don’t make that same mistake.”

“I merely wished to...”

“SILENCE” the king finally closed that round of negotiations.

“You have three days to leave the city, Ambassador. Go back to your Queen and tell her she has three moon cycles to submit. Even now all your trading vessels are being confiscated at sea. No Zodarian ship will be allowed to pass the Black Straights. Our negotiations are over....”

Before the king finished his last commands Dolan’s breakfast was splat spread right in front of his majesty’s feet and he lost consciousness on the marble floor.

“What the hell has just happened back there?!” Mira woke him up with a good slap. “We barely managed to get you out of the court before he sentenced you to death. This is not like you Dolan. Pull yourself together or by the two goddesses I will string your balls up on a mast myself.” She gave him a good scolding before she slammed the door.

The two sisters left him once again in his room aboard their ship. He was glad they didn’t kill him themselves. He knew they would guard him with their own lives if it came to that, then string his balls on a mast later. They were right. He was not himself. His hesitation and poor diplomatic judgment was going to be the end of them all. He managed to gather his senses and go up on the deck. The navy girls and boys were busy loading supplies for their two weeks journey back home. As he tried to get some fresh air to clear his mind he could not help but admire hundreds of military vessels that adorned the horizon around the capital of Lirrona. This was a magnificent armada in every standard. Queen Zelarda’s fleet was no match for that. There was no use. She doesn’t have a choice but to surrender, but how was he supposed to tell her that?!
  
 

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“Well at least he is not dead.” the young female Bore sighed.

“It does look like the nexus is tearing him apart, or those two female guards of his. He is supposed to be a good diplomat. Clearly he has given up.”

“How is he going to survive this without getting killed?” the female Bore was sad that the man she most admired out of the four was in such a peril.

“As I said earlier,” the older Bore replied. “We will just have to wait and see.”