Chapter 3: Rising Action
"Well, Your Majesty, your aggression to the neighbouring land is concerning me" I said, standing tall and firm.
"Is it now?" She smirked, "Well how about we make ourselves comfortable first before we talk, please sit down, Your Majesty"
@Your Majesty
I followed her cue and sat down on the plush velvet chaise longue, the fabric soft against my legs. Rara Ratri sat next to me, her thigh brushing against mine, sending a jolt of surprise through me.
"So, Your Majesty, tell me," she leaned in closer, her voice a low purr, "how do you find my kingdom?"
I swallowed hard, trying to keep my composure. "It's... very impressive, Your Majesty."
She chuckled, a sound like velvet, "Impressive? Please elaborate, Your Majesty."
"Well, Your Majesty, compared to my kingdom , it's... it's a bit much." I admitted, my eyes scanning the opulent room, the gilded furniture, and the tapestries depicting scenes of conquest and triumph.
Rara Ratri laughed, a sound like thunder. "A bit much? Your Majesty, you haven't seen anything yet." I stiffened, my breath catching in my throat.
"Your Majesty, I'm here to discuss the border dispute, not to..." I trailed off, my voice barely above a whisper.
"Well yes, Your Majesty, regarding your concern, what do you propose?" Rara Ratri's smile widened, a wicked gleam in her eye.
My voice steady, answering her question , "Perhaps we could discuss a peace agreement, Your Majesty. A treaty that recognizes the current borders and ensures neither kingdom encroaches on the other."
Her hand reached out, fingers brushing against my knee. My breath hitched, but I didn't pull away. Instead, I held her gaze, a silent challenge.
"Peace, Your Majesty?" she murmured, her voice low and sultry. "Is that what you truly want?"
"Yes, Your Majesty," I replied, my voice barely a whisper.
She leaned in, her lips brushing against my ear. "And what if I said I wanted something different, something...
more?" Her breath was hot on my ear, sending shivers down my spine. I couldn't help but feel a flicker of desire, despite my initial revulsion.
"And what exactly would that be, Your Majesty?" I asked, my voice steadier than I felt.
Rara Ratri pulled back, her eyes gleaming with a hungry intensity. "I want to see how good your "stamina" is, Your Majesty" She said, her voice like velvet laced with poison. "You see, I've heard stories about your..." she paused, her gaze dropping to my chest, "...skills."
My breath caught in my throat, my heart pounding like a drum in my chest. "Your Majesty," I began, my voice barely above a whisper, "I am not here for... that."
She chuckled, a sound like distant thunder. "Oh, but you are, Your Majesty. You're here because you want peace, and I want...
"Your Majesty, I insist, I am not here for that, I'm here to negotiate a peace treaty— "
Rara Ratri cut me off, her hand firmly gripping my chin, her thumb brushing against my lips. "And what if I tell you, Your Majesty, that a peace treaty is not what I have in mind?" Her eyes bore into mine, her voice a low growl.
I felt a strange mix of fear and excitement, my heart pounding wildly in my chest. "And what do you have in mind, Your Majesty?" I managed to ask, my voice barely a whisper.
"Well, how about you stand up and describe your body to me, Your Majesty." Rara Ratri's voice was a low growl, her hand still gripping my chin. I hesitated, my heart pounding in my chest like a battle drum.
"Your Majesty, I..."
"Stand up," she commanded, her voice firm. "I want to see you."
I stood, my body trembling slightly. "Tell me about your body, Your Majesty, describe it".
Rara Ratri commanded, her eyes raking over me as I stood before her. I swallowed hard, my heart pounding in my chest like a war drum.
"I... I have a well-proportioned figure, Your Majesty." I began, my voice barely a whisper. "My breasts are full, my waist is small, and my hips are... wide." I finished, feeling a blush creep up my cheeks.
Rara Ratri chuckled, a sound like velvet. "Good. Now, take off your kebaya, Your Majesty. I want to see you."
I hesitated, my hands fingering the gold-embellished fabric.
"Your Majesty, I'm not sure... this is unorthodox."
Rara Ratri's eyes narrowed, her grip on my chin tightening. "Unorthodox? You're fucking here to negotiate a peace treaty, and you think this is unorthodox?" She spat the words out, her voice laced with contempt. "Get that fucking kebaya off, or we'll have no peace treaty at all."
I swallowed hard, my heart pounding in my chest. Slowly, my fingers found the tiny gold buttons adorning the front of my kebaya.
I began to undo them, one by one, my heart pounding in my chest like a drum. The room was silent except for the soft rustle of fabric as I slid the kebaya off my shoulders, revealing my cream-colored sarong and a simple, low-cut blouse underneath.
Rara Ratri's eyes widened as she took in my half-dressed form, her lips parting in a silent 'O'. "Fucking hell, Your Majesty," she suddenly growled, her voice like thunder.
"You're even more magnificent than I imagined. Come here."
I hesitated, my body trembling with a mix of fear and a strange, undeniable desire. She reached out and grabbed my hand, pulling me closer until I stood between her legs. Her eyes roamed over my body, taking in every curve, every line. I could feel her breath on my skin, hot and ragged.
"Touch me, Your Majesty," she commanded, her voice a low growl. "I want to feel your hands on my skin." Rara Ratri's voice was a low growl, her fingertips brushing against my thighs, sending shivers coursing through me. "Touch me, Your Majesty."
I swallowed hard, my heart pounding in my chest like a wild drum. I reached out tentatively, my fingertips grazing the smooth silk of her kebaya. I could feel the heat of her skin beneath, and my breath hitched as I traced the curve of her hip, the swell of her breast.
"That's it, Your Majesty," Rara Ratri murmured, her voice a sultry purr. "Explore me.
Every fucking inch, Your Majesty." Rara Ratri's voice was a low, gravelly command as she spread her legs wider, giving me better access. I swallowed hard, my heart pounding like a drum in my chest, but I did as she asked. I slid my hands up her slender thighs, feeling the firm muscles beneath the silk of her kebaya. Her skin was hot to the touch, and I could see the faint sheen of sweat on her flesh.
"That's right, Your Majesty," she encouraged, her hips shifting slightly as I ran my hands higher.
"Explore every fucking inch."
I felt a thrill of power and desire as I continued my exploration, my hands sliding up to cup her breasts, feeling their weight in my palms. Rara Ratri's breath hitched, her nipples hardening against my touch. I pinched them lightly, feeling a surge of satisfaction as she gasped and arched her back.
"Fuck, Your Majesty," she hissed, her hands grabbing my wrists, urging me to be rougher. I complied, my thumbs circling her nipples, my fingers squeezing and tugging until she was panting, her hips grinding against mine.
"Fuck, Your Majesty," she gasped, her voice hoarse with need. "You're driving me fucking crazy."