Before she knew it, they had reached the end of the corridor and two guards, dressed in the same blue and gold livery as the snobby servant, were swinging open an enormous pair of golden doors. Inside was a vast marble chamber with a kind of golden throne at the far end.
There was a long crimson carpet which led from the double doors to the throne and sitting on it was a woman who looked to be around twenty years older than Terra. She was wearing a peacock blue dress and her hair, which was the same vivid color, was piled atop her head in a curly confection decorated with tropical blooms.
“Step over the threshold and have your bodyslaves perform obeisance as I announce you,” the servant hissed at Terra. Then he bawled, as loudly as he could, “Announcing Mistress Terra of Earth and her three bodyslaves who will now pay obeisance to her out of an abundance of respect for Mistress Bodikin and her illustrious title!”
“Oh, uh…” Terra stepped hesitantly over the threshold and then wasn’t sure what to do. She had never grabbed a man and demanded that he kiss her anyplace intimate—it went against her nature!
Luckily, her colony knew exactly what was required—and they seemed eager to do it. V’rone took his place at her right and Rive stood on her left. Then Tem dropped to his knees before her.
Terra didn’t say a thing but, as though by some silent signal, all three of them started kissing her at once.
She tried to hold back a moan when V’rone sucked her right nipple into his hot mouth and Rive rolled her left on his tongue at the same time. But when Tem slipped his tongue through the slit in her panties and gave her a long, loving lick, her knees trembled and nearly gave way.
V’rone’s arm slipped around her waist, holding her up.
“Easy, little Terra,” he growled softly, looking up for a moment from paying obeisance. “You don’t want to fall on your face. Mistress Bodikin isn’t that fucking important.”
“I…I just…ooohhh!” Terra moaned, for Tem had found the sensitive button of her clit and was currently bathing it with long, slow strokes of his hot tongue.
This might have gone on until Terra’s legs really did give way—or until she came on Tem’s talented tongue. But the woman sitting on the throne raised one hand languidly and said,
“Enough! You may approach,” in a rather bored voice.
“Oh, uh, thank you,” Terra gasped. V’rone and Rive released her nipples but she had to reach down and tug at Tem’s hair before he finally realized it was time to stop.
“Thank you, my Lady.” He was panting and his mouth was shiny with her juices. He licked his lips, looking up at her with half-lidded eyes. “Thank you for letting me be the first to taste your honey.”
“Um…you’re welcome, I guess,” Terra whispered. “But for now, we have to go.”
“Yes, my Lady.” He nodded and stepped back behind her.
Then the four of them proceeded down the long red carpet to the golden throne. They came to a stop in front of it and Terra gave a kind of half bow-half curtsy, since she wasn’t sure what was appropriate.
“Er, thank you for seeing me, Mistress Bodikin,” she said.
“Yes, well how could I refuse someone so persistent that she tracked me down to my private island?” the other woman remarked. “I’ll confess I was quite irritated at first, but now that I see you, I find myself intrigued. That is a most unusual collection of bodyslaves you have there.”
“Oh, er—thank you.” Terra nodded. “They’re from a whole other universe,” she added, hoping to impress Mistress Bodikin. “The Monstrum Universe and they are Monstrum warriors.”
“Yes—I know of it.” The other woman nodded. “In fact, I believe I have an artifact from the Monstrum Universe, taken before it was completely overrun by those horrid Darklings.”
“Then you know about our home planet of Colony Five?” V’rone spoke up.
“Indeed I do, Monstrum,” Mistress Bodikin said. She looked at Terra. “I have studied the world of Colony Five extensively, though I never thought to see an intact colony again. Excuse me—I must let my dear daughter see these three.”
She rang a small silver bell that was sitting on a golden tray beside her and a servant came quickly to her side. Mistress Bodikin murmured to him for a moment and he nodded and dashed away. A moment later, he returned. Behind him walked a younger version of Mistress Bodikin, only she was dressed all in pink instead of peacock blue. From her bright pink dress to the tower of cotton candy pink hair on her head she was a sight to behold, Terra thought.
“What is it now, Mamma?” The younger Bodikin had a petulant expression on her pretty face. “I was right in the middle of pleasuring myself—you interrupted me at a most inopportune moment!”