This chapter takes place right after Matt sees King Richard and Lathenia disappearing into Lathenia's private chambers in The Key. I want to warn all of my readers that this will seem a bit... graphic... but it really isn't. No matter how disgusted or... (insert adjective here)... you feel, just please bear with me! This is what I call a "plastic lemon" and you'll see why at the end!
Darn copyright laws... oh wel... I do not own Guardians of Time. If I did, I would probably be one of the happiest girls in the world.
Lathenia swallowed, gazing with disbelief at the face of her new lover. He was truly deserving of his position in the Tribunal, if he could overwhelm Lathenia the way he did now.
Richard leaned back, causing Lathenia to groan in disappointment. She wanted him to continue.
Lathenia had gone out of her way to prepare for this tryst, after all. And, although Richard had expressed guilt over playing this sort of game with the ultimate force of evil, in the end he could not resist the teasings and pleadings of such a beautiful woman. Now that he was here, and had gone as far down the rabbit hole as he had, he couldn't possible crawl out now… could he?
Seeing Lathenia's expression, Richard smirked. He reached down and grabbed the base of his shaft. Lathenia watched as Richard started to slowly pull it out. The slowness of his motions caused Lathenia to take a deep breath in and hold it for the entire duration of Richard's removal.
Suddenly, their tower shuddered, as if it was about to collapse. Neither Immortal paid any attention until Richard looked up at Lathenia with a look full of meaning.
"Your turn, my lady," he breathed softly, indicating the jutting shaft with a slightly trembling hand.
Smirking, Lathenia knelt. She studied the rod's position carefully before taking its tip into her hands. Richard breathed in as Lathenia started to stroke the rod, each time easing it into a longer state. How could she do such things with her hands?
Finally, the shaft seemed to fall out and into her hands. Richard stared for a moment, as if he couldn't quite comprehend what had just happened, until Lathenia held up the wooden prism and whispered, "Jenga! Your turn again, my lord…"