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  “The Annals of Historical Preservation and Re-enactment present the history of Sundalla the 887th and her Chosen Guard,” a small, tinny voice announced. “Now it came to pass that Sundalla the 887th of the line of the Goddess-Empress lost her chosen Consort and she was sorely grieved,” it continued.

  On the screen, the richly dressed woman buried her face in her hands as though she was crying.

  “But Sundalla the 887th was still in her needing years,” the voice said. “She did not wish to take another Consort but after a time, she cast her eye upon one of her Guards and he was fair in her eyes.”

  A new figure appeared on the screen—a tall, muscular male with the familiar gold-tinged skin. He had blue-black hair like Kristoff and the same changeable eyes too. The woman looked up at him and then reached to touch his cheek. The man took her hand and, very gently, kissed her palm. The looks they were giving each other were practically burning up the little screen they were projected on. Clearly she had the hots for him and just as clearly, he returned her feelings.

  “And so the Council of Wisdom decreed that the Empress might take her Guard to use for her needing and thus the Empress made use of him, though he was not allowed to do more than serve her,” the voice concluded.

  On the lighted screen, the scene suddenly became X-rated. The Empress and her Guard were in bed and he had his hands over his head, gripping the headboard. He was gazing up with adoring lust at the Empress who was naked and sitting astride him. She was rocking her hips in a deep, grinding rhythm and it was clear that she was “using” him very thoroughly indeed. Her full breasts swayed, her nipples tight and pink and her mouth was shaped in to an “O” of pure pleasure.

  “Oh my God!” I breathed, unable to pull my gaze away from the hot scene. How had this scroll gotten here and was it for real? I remembered Kristoff saying something about Sundalla the 887th and her Guard and how she was allowed to touch him sexually even though he couldn’t touch her but somehow I hadn’t pictured it quite so graphically.

  “My Lady? Your bath is ready.”

  Kristoff’s deep voice startled me and I gasped and tried to cover the incriminating scroll with a pillow. Panic made me clumsy and I only succeeded in knocking the damn thing off the couch and across the room. Not only that, the blow somehow turned up the sound effects. I could hear deep, masculine groans and feminine moans and panting along with the slapping sounds of really hot sex coming from the scroll now.

  To my horror, it rolled right up to Kristoff’s feet and stopped there, showing sex that would have done any porn site on the Internet proud.

  “My Lady?” He looked up at me, his eyebrows raised. He had cleaned up some himself and he looked a lot fresher and more relaxed than he had before he disappeared into the bathroom. He had also taken off his breastplate and the metal parts of his uniform, leaving his broad chest bare, though he was still wearing his boots and the short, leather kilt.

  He looks gorgeous, I thought.

  And he looks like the guy on the porn scroll too, whispered a snarky little voice in my head. And you look like the Empress on the scroll. Look at the way she’s riding him!

  “I don’t know where it came from,” I said, nodding at the scroll, feeling my cheeks get hot with a blush. “It was just here on the couch and it popped on and then the voice said it was a historical document and it seemed okay until it suddenly went all porno and—”

  “It’s all right.” He picked up the scroll and stared at it thoughtfully as the hot scene continued. “This is the holo-scroll we Imperial Guards are made to study before we take our vow to the Goddess-Empress.”

  “You…you are?” It was my turn to raise my eyebrows at him. “Do you, uh, expect to have to, um, service your Empress like that?”

  Kristoff shook his head.

  “No, but we are made aware that it is a possibility. We are dedicated to our Royal mistress heart, mind, and body—to use as she sees fit.”

  “Well I want you to know I wouldn’t, uh, use you like that. I mean, unless you wanted me to, I mean,” I said quickly. “I mean—”

  “It’s all right, Charlotte.” He gave him a little half-smile. “Soon you’ll have a Royal Consort and you won’t even think of things like this.” He nodded at the scroll in his hand where the Empress was now performing a position I was pretty sure was called “reverse cowgirl” on her guard, who was loving every minute of it.

  “What if I do, though?” I dared to ask. “What if…what if it was somehow like that…between us, I mean?”

  His eyes went suddenly half-lidded and he looked at me directly.

  “Then it would be my pleasure to be at my Lady’s service,” he murmured.

  I felt my breath catch in my throat and my heart started to pound. The desire inside me, which had been simmering just under the surface, suddenly spiked, making my nipples feel tight and achy. The place between my thighs was hot and swollen and I felt the need move through me like a wave.

  “Kristoff…” I began but he did something to the scroll that shut it off.

  “My Lady, your bath will grow cold,” he said softly. “Will you come with me now and allow me to bathe you?”

  “All right,” I said, my voice coming out shaky. I started to stand but before I got two steps, Kristoff was there, sweeping me into his arms. “You don’t have to carry me,” I protested.

  “But I want to. Besides, there are still shards of glass on the floor—I don’t want you cutting your feet.”

  I couldn’t argue with that. I allowed him to carry me into the bathing room which turned out to be made of deep blue marble shot through with veins of pure gold. There was a big round tub on a pedestal in the center of the room made of the same stone. Over it hung a gorgeous chandelier that seemed to be made of a million tiny golden lights hovering in mid-air. How they stayed together and kept their shape, I didn’t know but they made a soft, musical hum that was incredibly soothing.

  Kristoff carried me over to the steaming tub. There were three steps leading up to it and he placed me on the top one. Then he helped me remove my bra. I blushed and tried to cover my breasts as it came off but he shook his head.

  “No, Charlotte,” he murmured. “Don’t hide yourself from me. Let me examine you and make sure you’re all right.”

  I let my arms fall to my sides and bit my lip as he palmed my breasts, careful not to touch the sensitive nipples, as he examined me for cuts and abrasions.

  There were a few places where the exploding mug had marked me but for the most part, I was okay. Kristoff frowned when he saw one long, shallow cut running from the inner slope of my breast, almost to my nipple.

  “I’ll put some healing salve on that after I’ve bathed you, my Lady,” he murmured, tracing it gently. “There will be no scar—I promise.”

  “O…okay,” I whispered, my tongue feeling clumsy and thick in my mouth. God, having his big hands on my bare breasts like this was driving me crazy. And even though he was being careful to avoid my nipples, I still felt his warmth and wanted more.

  “You have such lovely breasts,” Kristoff murmured as he finally finished his examination. “It would be a shame to let anything scar them.”

  “Th-thank you,” I stuttered, feeling naked all over again.

  And then he was kneeling before me and reaching up to hook his fingers in the sides of my panties. I blushed and held on to his broad shoulders as he brought them slowly down and helped me step out of them.

  “So lovely, my Goddess,” he murmured, still kneeling before me.

  “I’m all dirty and scratched up,” I protested. Not to mention I wasn’t exactly a size two like my supermodel competitor for the throne. But Kristoff didn’t seem to care.

  “You’re beautiful,” he murmured. “And you’ll feel better after I bathe you. Here—let me help you into the tub.”

  Rising, he took my hand and helped me step into the warm, steaming water. I hadn’t noticed before but there were some kind of deep red petals floating just on th