Juliet's Surrender [Juliet's Tryst #2]

Chapter 1: A Little Walk

The castle was a feral creature. Its long spires stretched up to the sky while the belly contorted, a cat preparing to pounce. Juliet's skin pricked with painful goosebumps at the sight of it.

Dry pieces of grass crunched under her boots. Dee disliked rain. With each step, the future vibrated within her. Wife. Queen. Biological mother? This walk, a little post-dinner respite, was only granted to her because there was military business she declined to attend.

Everything they do affects humans, her guilty conscious shouted. Coward. Why did you run. Why are you hiding? To the best of her ability, she had to make sure things were fair. The wind gasped, making her jump. Her heartbeat thumped louder than her thoughts. Nothing. Juliet could see the patrolmen, patrol-Kyrion, in the distance. They watched her. The casual threat of being thrown sixty meters in the air kept them in their places, even though Dee preferred them to be with her.

Why did she refuse the military meeting? She was the human given powers by Kyria, the planet-goddess. To most Kyrion, she was a child of two forces, one Kyrion and one Earthen, an energy bastard, a vibe killer. Kyria had to survive, and many Kyrion would be happy to forget that a human civilization even lived on this planet. Earth was now "Kyria, The Sequel". She was a barnacle meant to be picked off. A species capable of living forever did not forget murder, even deserved murder. Her killing of the council members was a grudge they were happy to hold. It was different when Dee killed, royal power, being the same species and such. There was no situation where her killing of Kyrion was justified, even if it was to protect their sovereign. She was undeniable proof that Kyrions were destructible. While these were all honorable reasons to avoid the meeting, she just did not want to look like a fool.

She was loved by an extraordinary being, and it made her extraordinary. Juliet Macbeth Turner used to be a young woman learning to live her life during an alien invasion. Now, she was a trying to be a world leader. There was no room for error. She was a fool, an inexperienced human with too much power and hope. Her advice would be ignored, rightfully so.

She pictured hurling herself at a Kyrion general over an insult. If you kill humans, I will kill you, she would scream. Some diplomacy that would be. The nuances having the world as your kingdom made her nauseated even to think about. She wanted to be a part of the creation of the new world. She had to be, eventually. Tonight, a nice little walk under the strangely vivd castle.

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The colossal door glided open effortlessly, the chamber inside both an entrance and a throne-room. Dee sat on her throne, legs bent but splayed out in opposite directions. She rested her head on a palm, staring at the entrance. Her outfit changed from dinner, a charming set of jeans and tight white t-shirt was replaced by her usual Kyrion garb: the body suit, the cape and her large boots. The clothe was unreflective, a brooding black. Only the tight ponytail remained in place. Dee languished in her power while instant butterflies attacked Juliet's stomach. There was no mistaking it, she was meant to rule the world. She was meant to rule her.

"Close the door."

Arguably, the most powerful natural being to exist stood under the archway. Juliet scurried to shut the door, leaning back against it sheepishly.

"Nice outfit you got there," she took a couple cautious steps forward. It seemed disrespectful to walk too loudly.

"You like?" The hall dutifully carried Dee's booming voice across the expanse between them. She crossed her legs slowly. Juliet drank in the curve of her calves, knowing them to be soft to the touch. The woman's body, an oxymoron, held space for softness and hardness. "Come here and I will let you touch me."

Juliet would have crawled, but instead stood up straighter and walked bravely. The arches on the side of the large chamber looked like they were moving, leaning in towards them.

"You look hungry," she said, climbing the steps to be on the same level. Her hand found Dee's knee, gently placing a palm down. Energy simmered underneath, like the heat of a simmering pot over a closed lid. Dee learned how to hide different parts of her energy from Juliet's power. It was a frustrating evasion.

"Insatiable. Kneel." When Juliet opened her mouth to protest the suddenness of this request, Dee cocked a half-smile. This smile was full of so many threats, that Juliet sank down, her knees straddling the crossed legs. Dee stroked her blonde hair, fingertips following from root to edge. This gesture brought serene smile to Juliet's face. "You've evaded my lorakaikonek for long enough, don't you think?"

Juliet stiffened. A lorakaikonek was a necklace that Kyrion bestowed upon their mates. It was a symbol of love, protection and possession. At first, she intentionally avoided it by breaking it (something that should not have been possible). Then, through Kyria meddling with her body, the second one shattered. It was something neither of them fully processed, being an acute symbol of tension in their relationship.

"Am I forgiven," Juliet asked, uncertainly.

"Whatever for, my alara?"

"I literally plied the first one open, and the second one shattered."

"The daeestra is stronger than the materials which bind it. You are mine. If you ever run from me, I will find you. If you ever take another, without my permission, I will kill them. Break as many lorakaikonek as you like. I wholly acknowledge the... un-orthodox-ness of this affair. I can lose all status, everything, but not you." Juliet chuckled at the thought of a vagabond Dee running after her. It was a feral picture.

"That's quite..."

"Bold, crazy, homicidal," Dee supplied. "Oh, you sweet little thing in the hands of the big bad Kyrion. Look at your cheeks, my alara. They're such an innocent shade of pink right now."

"Stop it," this was only causing her to blush even harder.

"Will you accept another one? This time with your knowledge and willingness?" Juliet would be collared whether or not she liked it, that was clear. Deep down, in a place she would never admit to anyone, she loved it that way.

"Yeah," this came out so breathy that she cleared her throat and tried again. "Yes, I would."

"Do you agree that I am your protector?"

"Yes." The two women gazed each other in the eyes, both so entranced with each other that they could not hear the wind singing through the halls.

"And that you are my slave?" Juliet nodded. "No, Juliet, say it. Tell me what you are."

"I am your slave," she whispered. With a guttural sound coming from her chest, Dee gathered Juliet in her arms, placing her lips on hers. The admission made something immaterial real.The daeestra pushed them into each other in a frenzy.

"I was going to make you suck my cock, alara, but I need to be inside you. The ceremony shall be a little rushed. I have to be inside you now."

Juliet peppered kisses all over her face in response. With Dee by her side, she felt she could rule the world. 

authors note: 
happy monday <3.