10-1 The Feast Is Not Over Yet
Queen Cempaka, her twenty Royal Guards, and her Ladies‑in‑Waiting all radiated deep satisfaction, their faces glowing with the pleasure they had just enjoyed.
They were now gathered in the grand throne room.
Meanwhile, in the bridal chambers, ten young men lay sound asleep, their bodies bare and relaxed.
The air was thick with the scent of rare incense and sweet‑blooming flowers, deepening the trance that bound them, held fast by the Queen’s powerful magic.
Bariyem stepped forward, raising both hands high before bowing respectfully.
Bariyem: “My Queen… It is time now for our people to also feel the warmth and strength of men once more.”
The Queen nodded slowly, a knowing look in her eyes.
Queen Cempaka: “Yes… It is only fair that all share in this blessing.”
Bariyem glanced toward Baryati, chief of the attendants, a playful glint in her gaze.
Bariyem: “Indeed, Your Majesty.
After a full year of abstinence, our womenfolk have surely hungered deeply for the touch of a man.”
Queen Cempaka nodded again, her smile turning hungry and amused.
Queen Cempaka: “Make the announcement.
Tell them that on the coming night of Rebo Pon, they shall have seven young men to share among them.”
Bariyem tilted her head curiously.
Bariyem: “Seven?
But we received ten in total, did we not?”
The Queen chuckled softly, a lustful grin tugging at her lips.
Queen Cempaka: “The other three — Barno, Carno, and Darno — shall remain here.
They are needed for further sacred rituals.”
Bariyem and the attendants exchanged secret smiles and giggled softly.
They knew very well it was but an excuse — the Queen merely wished to enjoy those three favorites to her heart’s content before letting anyone else have them.
At last…
Out in the palace square, nearly eighty women had already gathered, their spirits high and hearts racing in eager anticipation.
Word had spread like wildfire: their kingdom had been gifted ten strong young men from the mortal world. Enjoying the story? Read on at g.com.
Barti leaned close and whispered to Carti beside her.
Barti: “Is it true?
Have they really brought ten men into the palace this time?”
Carti bit her lip, eyes sparkling.
Carti: “Just like last year… when the feast made us forget all our loneliness.”
Suddenly Darti leaned in from behind them, voice thick with excitement.
Darti: “Look at Bariyem and the others — see how content they look?
There is no doubt, the men are here indeed!”
Parti nodded eagerly, her breath coming faster.
Parti: “That means the ritual to ward off calamity is already complete…”
Carti’s smile turned wicked and hungry.
Carti: “…and so now — it is our turn.”
Barti sighed, closing her eyes in longing.
Barti: “Yes… after all this time…”
Darti laughed softly, recalling the pleasures of the past.
Darti: “I still remember last year… when a man’s strength first filled my empty warmth…”
Barti giggled, cheeks flushing hot.
Barti: “And I… welcomed him into my most secret place…”
A ripple of soft laughter ran through the group.
They pinched and teased one another, already trembling at the thought of what lay ahead.
Then Bariyem stepped onto the raised platform, raising her voice loud and clear for all to hear.
Bariyem: “PEOPLE OF SEKAR KEDATON!
HEAR THIS GLAD NEWS — WE HAVE BEEN GIVEN TEN YOUNG MEN, STRONG AND VIGOROUS, TO BRING US PLEASURE AND BLESSING!” New chapters come out on novelping.com first.
Instantly, the square erupted in cheers and joyful cries.
Bariyem raised a hand for silence, grinning.
Bariyem: “BUT… three shall remain here with Her Majesty, for sacred ceremonies that strengthen our realm!”
Barti and her friends exchanged looks of disappointment mixed with relief — seven was still more than enough to satisfy them all.
Bariyem: “THIS VERY NIGHT — THE HOLY NIGHT OF REBO PON — WE SHALL HOLD THE GREAT FEAST OF THE PEOPLE, RIGHT HERE IN THIS SQUARE… WITH SEVEN MIGHTY YOUNG MEN, FOR US ALL TO ENJOY!”
The crowd roared in delight once more.
HOORAY!!
Carti groaned softly, pressing her thighs together.
Carti: “A whole year… not a single hand but my own has touched me…”
Barti nodded, her hips swaying restlessly.
Barti: “A whole year… not once have I ridden upon such strength…”
Darti sighed, eyes half‑closed in longing.
Darti: “No more pretending to play games with my own fingers…”
Parti clenched her fists, her body thrumming with need.
Parti: “Tonight we will quench this burning fire once and for all!”
Garti giggled, already undoing the ties of her robe.
Garti: “No longer must I rely only on my own hands…”
Harti laughed, recalling her substitutes.
Harti: “No more firm eggplants to ease the ache…”
Jarti joined in, grinning wickedly.
Jarti: “And no more smooth cucumbers to take the edge off…”
Karti, Larti, and Marti said nothing at all — they only laughed, pinched each other’s soft flesh, and breathed hard, their nostrils flaring with rising passion.
Bariyem watched from above, her own eyes shining — seeing the hunger of her people filled her heart with satisfaction.
TO BE CONTINUED