Chapter Three – David
Cat groaned deeply as Kristine rocked on his hips slowly, bringing their lovemaking to its end. "Well?" she ventured, already knowing the answer.
"Fantastic, babe, but-"
"But," she echoed sharply. "Not 'fantastic' enough." Kristine rose and gathered up her clothes from the floor.
"For the last time, babe, I'm not blaming you or any of the other girls. You're all awesome. Heh, especially when you do that thing with… you know…" the King grinned, nudging her with his elbow.
Kristine shrugged, flattered more than she would ever care to admit. "I'm sorry, Your Majesty. But when I can't please you I feel like I've failed as your head concubine."
"Hey, c'mon, Kristelle," he whispered, pulling her back onto the bed. "It's just some weird phase. Maybe I'll be…" he gulped, "celibate for a while. Yeah, I'll be celibate for a few weeks and then you can ride me like a pony and because of the break I'll appreciate it more. Hmm… ponies… or maybe I should try a centaur next." The King's ideas were always endless and strange.
"A centaur? You'd be better off with another man."
King Cat stared at her and exclaimed, "That was a joke, right?"
"What's wrong with having sex with men? I do it all the time."
"Well yeah but…" the King mumbled to himself, puzzled.
Kristine chuckled to herself. She had meant to only pull his leg but he was seriously considering it. This could be fun. "It's all the rage in Europia, you know. And what do you think most people use eunuchs for?"
"But it can't be just any guy. I'd have to trust that no one would ever find out."
"How about Arnel? You've always been close to each other." Kristine left the bed and prepared herself to leave for lunch.
Cat frowned. "Not Arnel. No, it would have to be someone disposable. If it didn't work out then I could get rid of him."
"Kill him?" she gasped.
King Cat shook his head vehemently. "Who the hell started that stupid rumour that I kill ex-lovers? You know me – I wouldn't say boo to a goose. Well, I might gnaw on the neck of a chicken or two…" He pulled on his robe and followed Kristine to the doorway.
"I tell you what," she said, kissing his neck. "That new slave, David, will scrub up quite well. How about I bring him his lunch and discuss it with him. I'll make sure he knows that he can't refuse."
"David, huh? Davel… Daviel… yeah, he seemed cool. If you think this would work then I'll go for it. If it goes okay then I could start a new trend. Everyone could have a gay slave by the end of the year!"
"Indeed. Well, I'll be back tomorrow with him. Say, seven o'clock?"
"Seven it is. See you later, babe. I don't know why you're so good to me." Cat stepped aside as Kristine opened the door and with one last kiss goodbye, closed it again.
She stood by the door for a moment, pinned by the feeling of her heart tearing in half. "You stupid bastard," she whispered into her hand, her voice breaking. "No… stupid me. Stupid, stupid me."
