Continued.

An educational extract from Magnus Irakath’s play, ‘Queen Emithra’s Lovers’; continued:

Emithra begins to pleasure herself with her fingers.

Samain: Ah, Temrik, is it not sad? We enjoy these lovely serving sluts, and they give themselves to us willingly and eagerly, and yet even while we take our pleasure, are yearning gazes are fixed yonder on the queen.

Temrik: How can it be otherwise? Though these servants are fair and sweet, she exceeds them as much in beauty as in station. Indeed, beside her do not all other women seem as coarse and drab as the cheapest whores, who must spread their legs to peasants for copper coins?

Samain: Aye. And yet it is said that her sublime form remains yet untouched by man, and that the sweetest womanhood in all the world, which is surely the finest crown jewel of our nation, is get as virginal as the meekest of unbudded maids.

Temrik: How can this be so, in one so fair and worldly?

Samain: Ah, it is said Her Highness takes her pleasure not from the touch of men but their gazes. That it is her delight to, with apparent artlessness, show them the very depths of her beauty–

Emithra lies back, spreading her legs wide and reaching down to spread her pussy lips.

Samain: –Even as she does for us now. But for her, denying us our final consummation only further heats her own lusts, and she seeks her finish not impaled on our manhoods, but in the solace of her fingers or the touch of her serving women.

Alypha: ‘Tis true, my lord. She bids us attend on gentlemen as they see her unveiled form. Then I must again to her side, to see to her pleasure with hand and tongue, as is a serving girl’s lot, but also to describe in much detail your reactions to the sight.

Temrik: Ah, Samain, how cruel are the gods, to afflict us with such longing that we are slaves to this unnatural creature!

Samain: Must we be slaves, Prince?

Temrik: How can you ask such a thing? For I know full well you desire her as much as I.

Samain: I desire her, aye, but I say again: must we be slaves? I have desired many woman in my life, though none as strongly as the queen. Yet, I have not been a **** to them – rather, I have often made them as slaves to me, to sate my lusts even as this servant girl does. My desire is not that of a ****, but that of a conqueror. And I would thus conqueror the queen.

Temrik: What?! Samain, you are as beloved as a brother to me, and I would give you anything – save for her! If you would make the queen your own, I fear we must become enemies.

Samain: Peace, friend Temrik. I do not mean to steal from one who is dear to me. No, if this is to be done, it must be played boldly or not at all. For my plan cannot succeed with my guile alone. It shall need your aid, aye, and her other suitors, and even these two servants shall be used in it as they are now used for our pleasure. And, since it is not meet that friends should come to conflict over a woman, even one as fair as our queen, we shall share the spoils of victory equally, giving each their due.

Temrik: By the gods! I have judged you harshly, Samain. Succeed in this design, and I shall name you the wise and noblest man who ever walked the earth!

Samain: Your words hearten me, Temrik, and spur me to success even as does yonder sight of the queen who will soon be our lusty prize. Come, let us spend our seed on the pale flesh of these sluts, and away to lay our plans.

Curtain falls.