Temptation

Posted on 18 Nov 2015 @ 3:47am by Queen Regent Lirha Saalm

1,297 words; about a 6 minute read

Mission: Episode 09 - Empires
Location: IKS Saalm - Private Chambers
Timeline: MD 07 - 2130 hrs

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After being sent back to his room, Rheneas had returned using the quickest route he could find. He had not strayed nor paused on the way. Knowing it might be a while before he could get summoned, he'd taken the time to wash himself, shave all over and apply the finest of oils he had to his own body. He did value his personal hygiene, especially since he didn't want to risk making her majesty sick.

Dressing in something light and comfortable, he now sat cross-legged on the floor in his small room, hands resting palm up on his knees. He needed to calm the storm in his mind, needed to focus on his job and his place. He knew, that having spoken out of turn could have consequences, but he needed to make it known that he had no desire to leave. for a moment, he wondered how long it'd be, before he'd get summoned, or visted.

The large door to the living chamber hissed open as the mechanical servos parted the reinforced tritanium doors. Lirha stepped into her home away from home and began her usual routine of stripping off her heavy shoulder armor and leg plates. Fatigue began to wash upon her again, and she realized she had recently been so preoccupied that she had neglected her mid-day naps. Being an Orion with a different sleep cycle than most other humanoids, this meant her equilibrium was now a bit off, and she tried to blink some of the sleep from her eyes before she made it to her bed.

Hearing the doors, the Human slave smoothly rose to his feet and exited his small room, entering the Queen's bedchamber. "Do you require assistance, my queen?" he asked softly, keeping a respectful distance, his eyes downcast in submission while waiting for permission to assist.

"Yes...you may," she responded. The distinctive voice of the human slave was distinguishable and he was seconds late to his task. "I desire a massage as well," she stated.

Nodding, Rheneas swiftly moved to her side and assisted her with the removal of her armour. His muscles twitched visibly as he set the individual pieces aside, in a certain order. "I will have them cleaned for you my queen," he murmured, while helping her out of the remainder of her gear. "Do you wish to clean up first?" he added softly, already reaching for a clean cloth and a bowl of warm water.

"...Yes..." she said while stifling a soft yawn with the back of her green hand. She sat down on the nearby bench and stretched her arms out to the side before craning her neck to help relieve the tension in her muscles. Impatiently, she waited for the slave to administer her.

Gently, Rheneas ran the warm and damp cloth over her arms, taking care of every inch of her body afterwards. Rubbing unscented oil between his hands next, he placed them across her neck, rubbing his thumbs over her vertebrae. He said nothing as he worked, taking care of her needs, drying her off when he was done. Walking around her, he held out his hand to assist her back to her feet, and guide her to the bed, where he would give her a more in-depth massage using oils that would warm her muscles and help her relax. All this, he did in utter silence, waiting for her to speak first.

She took the offered hand although it was unnecessary. Rather, it was a polite gesture on her part to reward him for his own politeness. She didn't say much because she knew she didn't need to, and instead laid down on the bed face first and relaxed her body to prepare for the hands which were now tending to her back and legs.

Practiced hands tended to her tense muscles with gentle care. "My Queen," he murmured, applying a little weight to his ministrations, "I apologize for speaking out of turn...but I have a good life here, I know no other life. Please, allow me to be free of temptation and don't bring me when you engage the Terrans. I don't want to leave your service."

The comment brought a smirk to Lirha's lips, though it went unseen and was hidden by the pillow in which her face was buried. She rolled her head to the side to reply to the slave which was becoming a more common occurrence.

"Tell me. Why do you hate your own kind so much?"

"I don't like how cruel they seem to be," the slave replied after carefully considering his answer. His hands had paused halfway down her back as he spoke. "I don't remember my life in the empire, I was very young when I became part of your family 's serving staff. All I have is what I hear left and right and I don't like it. I have a good life here my queen, and I enjoy seeing you happy with my service. I enjoy tending to your needs and your appearance. It makes me feel proud my queen."

He continued to massage down her spine. "I don't want to leave, this is my life. I may have no possessions of my own, at least not much, but I don't require much. I have never asked for anything before my queen, but I beg you now, please leave me here, so I can prepare for your grand return."

"Your place is in my chambers. Yes, you may remain here," she agreed. "Besides...you are not a trained soldier and you would probably get yourself killed. And what benefit would that be to me?" A dead slave was a useless slave, and Lirha preferred to keep her servants alive and well. Finding new ones to replace them was so...tedious.

Relief flooded the young Human's face at those words. "Thank you, my queen," he answered gratefully, while resuming his work. "I wouldn't mind learning to defend you if needed, but I'm content with the work I have. I would kill for you my queen, if I had to."

"...I would hope so," she mumbled into the pillows. "Your people are savages. Oppressive and xenophobic, and they represent all that is wrong with the quadrants. Without the Terran Empire, there would be peace among the different worlds. But they have other plans...to kill anyone who does not look like them or speak their language."

"They're not my people," Rheneas replied, somewhat fiercely, "I'm Human, but I'm not one of them." He stopped what he was doing, sitting up. "I may not be educated in terms of being considered intelligent, but I have skills that benefit you. Surely, there are others like me, who can be useful?"

Lirha didn't think much of Humans, to be honest. Most of them were the same -- somewhat good for labor work but not as strong as other species, and their only assets seemed to be the silver tongue they all inherited. "Perhaps..." she conceded. "But I can only tolerate their kind in small doses."

"I'm grateful to be one of them," Rheneas murmured, "does my queen have any further requirements of me?"

She shook her head, content enough that she'd been properly worked over and relaxed. She wasn't in the mood for sex at the moment, and instead wanted to lounge in her bed and ponder the recent developments and plot Holliday's destruction. "No. You have done enough for this evening. You may return to your chambers once you finish my feet."

Shifting to tend to her feet, Rheneas nodded in gratitude. "Thank you my queen."

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QRGT Lirha Saalm
Commanding Officer
IKS Saalm
[PNPC Saalm]

Rheneas
Queen's personal slave
IKS Saalm
[pnpc Tyrion]

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