To The Manor Born

 A Cinderella Story (working title)

Chapter One

            Waning moonlight streamed through the trees and into the garden windows to reflect off of the gowns that seemed to stand suspended in time into a sea of starlight.  The room shimmered as if waiting for unseen musician to begin their celebration breeze disturbed the eager budding spring leaves.   Sparkles of color bounced about the room as Direlle carefully selected the pieces of jewelry that would adorn her stepfamily.    

            For dear shy quiet stepsister Angelina, whose outward appearance was a direct contrast to her personality, emeralds and gold would compliment her full mane of fiery red hair.  Her choice of gowns were all in of varying shades of green.  Someone at the court will surely mistake the vain sow for a decorative plant set aflame,” she thought dryly.

            Victoria had finally decided on the royal blue colors of the court and to compliment her beautiful violet eyes, sapphires and pearls.  Direlle could only think that this was because Victoria, the fiery one, wanted to prove to the court that she belonged there.  “The human torch probably did belong there,” Direlle thought, “as long as the royal court would not mind waiting an eternity for her to make an appearance.  If the Goddess herself had urged haste Victoria would slow down.” 

            But for the Lady Leigh, who had insisted from the night of her engagement to Lord Gerran, Direlle’s father, to be called Lady Mother, she knew that only diamonds would do.  Lady Leigh had ordered a selection of gowns all in differing colors.  None of which were the appropriate widow’s black.  Appropriate, as the woman is as cold as ice anyway, Direlle thought.   

            Direlle, a hotbed of warring emotions, envied the studied calmness of her twin stepsisters.  She had tried to learn her stepsisters the ability not to show emotion.  Most of the time the only way that she could tell the terrible twins apart was from their facial expressions.  If the twins were not moving that is.  Angelina, a perpetual sneer for the world around her, could move as fast as wildfire when she had a goal in her sights.  Victoria was a slow burn when she was determined.  She always looked as if she had smelled something that was not quite right, except when the conversation turned to her long time idol, the High Queen Matori. 

            Direlle had been kept busy with preparations for her sisters and her lady mother.  Elise, the dressmaker’s daughter had come of age with the Winter Solstice and left the family’s service yesterday.  She entered the temple within the week, on the first day of spring.  The quiet village girl had spent the last week measuring and sewing the beautiful gowns to Lady Leigh’s specification.  Her decision to enter into the service of the goddess gained her family not only stature in her acceptance but also a dowry from the temple.

            Direlle thought occasionally of temple life.  Though she admittedly had no idea what living a life committed to the goddess might actually mean, she thought it must be grand to live a life of such leisure, away from the overwhelming memories of the manor.

            Winters at the manor required more care of the fireplace, a job that fell to Direlle.   Lady Leigh had decreed her stepsisters were too fragile to accomplish such a task.  Direlle knew that each of the women in the manor knew how to manage the fireplace but since it was a messy job to keep it properly she had earned the name of Cinder Direlle from the twins.  She could not remember when exactly they had shortened it to Cinderella. The hurtful name went from being a running joke to her name when the Lady Leigh used it the morning of the first anniversary of her father’s death.  Direlle had been preparing the kitchen’s fireplace before the morning’s baking and was headed to the large sink to clean her face and hands and almost collided with the yawning woman.

            She closed the door of the dressing room when the packing for her stepfamily’s journey is completed.  Direlle recognized a few of the pieces of jewelry that her father had purchased.  It does not matter; she thought and angrily closed the case.

            Lord Gerran Martine rode out to meet with some visiting dignitaries.  Upset that that woman, the Lady Hag had finally talked him into an arranged wedding to happen just after her fifteenth birthday, Direlle had not said good bye to father him as he rode off.  It was the last time she saw him alive.  When news reached them of the fatal ambush the next evening, she withdrew into herself. 

            Lady Leigh had been anxious to marry her own daughters off to members of the royal court but had to wait until Direlle as the eldest had been safely away first.  That was four years ago.  The Lady had never found out to whom her new husband was entrusting his only blood daughter to.  But she knew that, Gerran would only have considered royalty to be good enough for his child.   And what was good enough for his child was more than good enough for hers. 

            She had waited a year to hear some word from whomever it was that he had contacted.  After until that time, she treated Direlle as she saw fit.  And she saw fit to treat as another servant.  She told Direlle that the daily chores helped to keep her body firm and muscled.  Aches her lady mother said were from being spoiled by her dearly departed father, when she would have been better served by the experience of all aspects of proper housekeeping.   

            She returned the family jewel case back to her fathers fireplace safe beneath the coals.  “It does not matter at all anymore.  Nothing does.”  She did not notice the tears that streaked the soot on her face. 

            Hands and face scrubbed with the hard lye soap, Direlle began to pack a riding basket for the journey to the castle for her stepfamily.  With the fruits and berries, she included two bottles of watered wine.  In a cloth square, she placed a few more pieces of fruit and wrapped it around the long neck bottle of a slightly harder wine, for Rolf the groomsman.  

            The past year Direlle found she could sometimes hear the revered Lady Stoddard-Martine, in the rooms below hers.  Direlle watched through the knothole under the floor as respectable Lady Leigh urged Rolf on with a slap of the riding crop as she rode his naked body around like a horse.  The first time she had seen them she had laughed so hard her stomach ached.

            Direlle’s nipples would often twist on the threadbare rug that she laid on to spy.  Never straightening the rug when it got twisted beneath her, she would lie there as she listened and watched.  The frayed weave twisted around her nipples with her every movement.  Her breasts mashed against the ancient tapestry.  The material bunched between her legs and pressed snuggly in and around the folds of her mound.   

            She often thought of the ecstasy on the Rolf’s face.  Even through his sobbing, his cock would stand swaying.  He was usually tied to the fallen beam that was just below her hole in the floor.  The heavy wooden structure looked to be covered with a fur throw rug. Direlle wondered if all men took as long to reach ecstasy as Rolf did.  He obviously enjoyed his sessions with the ice hag.  The claw marks from young mountain cat that marred his cute face and muscular chest had turned a deep purple.  Direlle wondered what it would feel like to trace those marks with her tongue. 

            At times she thought it would indeed burst and wondered if the leather ring encircling the base of his throbbing shaft is what kept it from doing so.  In those occasional instances when he was allowed release, he would erupt, spewing gobs of milky white liquid.  After having her nether regions filled Leigh would straddled his face so that he could clean her with his tongue.  The way Lady Leigh rode his face it was a wonder the man could breathe.       

            Direlle learned quickly however not to let her stepmother learn of her spying or the pleasure she received from it or she would be punished. Last week, when Magistrate Gregor delivered the invitations to the manor, the lady had had another of her midnight sessions.  It had taken Direlle a few moments before she would see the person the raspy voice belonged to before she recognized Magistrate Gregor wielding a large leather strap reddened the groomsman’s ass.  The magistrate’s dick was small in comparison to the Rolf’s semi-soft member even from this height. 

            “Such a sweet pretty fucking mouth.”  He grabbed Rolf’s shoulders placed his stumpy cock against the younger mans mouth and started to plunge his dick in and out of Rolf thick lips.   

            He pulled Rolf rugged face up by the hair so that he could see his dick sliding in and out of the man‘s mouth.  The lower half of Rolfs face disappeared under the mans pudgy belly.  “I am fucking your fucking mouth.”

            “Are you enjoying your reward Magistrate?”  Direlle heard Lady Leigh ask him.

            “After I finish with this hairy bitch ”, he huffed. “I shall be ready for the remainder of my reward girlie.”  The magistrate bent over, holding Rolfs face against his tangled cock hair. 

            “Of course, my Lord Gregor.  I said that I would give you something you have not gotten in your little fuckfest of a dungeon from those ne‘er do wells that you entertain on a nightly basis.” Leigh watched the fat little man turned red from head to chest as he face fucked her groomsman.

            “Show me what a man you are bitch.”  Gregor had one hand on the back of Rolf’s head and the other stroked the red claw marks that marred his face.  He humped the groomsman’s face as he came.  “Drink my cummm.  Arhhh  Drink it all down.”  Rolfs cheeks puffed as his mouth filled with salty jizz.  

            Leigh pulled Rolf away and bade the magistrate to lay down on his back upon the beam.  Pulling his hands over his head she tied them to the beam.    “Come on over here girlie and sit on my face until I am up to the challenge of a fine ladies pussy, such as yourself.”

            “But first my dear Lord Magistrate, my servant still has need of your attention.”  She heard the lady laugh while changing positions. “Now my dear upright pillar of the community, wrap your lips around this.“ 

            Rolf straddled the magistrate’s face.  His balls dangled on the braided beard of the pleading man.  “Is this not a wonderful piece of manhood Gregor” Leigh grabbed the magistrates head, “Don’t you just want to suck on it.  To feel it grow within your mouth?” Forcing him to accept Rolf’s semi-hard cock.  He looked as if he wanted to resist.  But the mans cock disappeared from her sight as the magistrates head topped it.        As soon as his lips touched the head of the cock his shoulders seemed almost to melt as if he had been waiting for the moment he could take Rolf’s cock into his mouth.  Leigh watched as the magistrate tried to swallow Rolf’s semi-hard cock.  “Oh Gregor”, Leigh stated with apparent disgust.  “That was just too easy.  You did not even put up a token resistance.  Have you been waiting desperately for someone to treat you as you treat your criminal targets?”

            “That’s right, Gregor.  Wrap those thick lips around his beautiful prick.  Suck it.”  Urged on by the lady his head bobbed up and down in earnest.  A minute or so had passed when Rolf removed his member from the eager mouth of the kneeling Gregor.  Over his belly Gregor saw Rolf’s hands on his legs.  Gregor was speechless.  He saw Leigh place something into the groomsman strong hand.

            His fat knees were bent as Rolf slid one callused finger into the magistrate’s ass as he stood between his raised knees.  Gregor’s cock started to come to life.   

            “By the Goddess tits woman!  What is he doing?”  Gregor protested. 

            “He is oiling your ass dear Gregor,” Leigh smiled at him.  “I should think that you would thank me.  I can have him remove it if you like.”  She motioned for Rolf to pick up the saddle blanket. 

            Gregor glanced and Rolfs stiff dick and panicked as the thought of what she intended Rolf to do set in. “No please.  No.”  Leigh chose to take his response as his acceptance of the oils.

            Rolf placed the head of his six inches against the magistrate primed asshole pushed into him.  The magistrate screamed. 

            “Scream again, my dear Magistrate, and I shall remove from you that which you hold most dear.”  Leigh held the tip of a dagger against his cock.  As she spoke Rolf continued to ease his cockhead into the virgin ass of the magistrate. 

            “Relax Gregor, I told you this would be something you ‘d not gotten from your unwilling visitors in your filthy little dungeon.  Where you wanted to save me from.”  The glint of the blade made the man stifle a moan as his ass was intruded.  “A good old fashion country ass fucking.”  

            Direlle could not understand what her stepmother had meant.  Why would the magistrate have wanted to put the ice slut in jail?  What did she do?

            After a few minutes Rolf picked up the tempo and started to slide in and out of Gregor’s oiled ass.  Gregor was biting his lip in an attempt to stopped groaning loudly in pain.  He could not believe that he had dreamed of being fucked by a strong man.  Half his fantasy was coming true.  It was only missing the wet pussy in front of him to take care of his dick. 

            As he thought of his fantasy Gregor did not realize that his cock was getting hard.  Only it’s throbbing reminded him.  The pain in his ass had lessened.  He was surprised that he wanted more of the groomsman cock.  He missed the stretched solid feeling that Rolf’s hard cock gave him with each outward stroke.  Rolf reached for the semi-hard member of the whimpering Magistrate and stroked it into life.  It fit neatly in his hand he noticed as Gregor stopped groaning in pain and started making whimpering noises.  Soon Rolf rocked his hips against the man ass.  Gregor licked his lips as a warm wave of pleasure encased him.  His balls banging against the magistrates ass with each thrust into the tight puckered hole.  Gregor wanted to protest when Rolf released his prick and spread his ass cheeks further apart.

              Leigh whispered into his ear.  “Tell me Gregor, have you been waiting for a big strong hairy man like Rolf to take you in hand?  To watch his rugged face as he plowed your ass?”

            Gregor moaned.  No longer pleading the groomsman to stop, he wiggle to Rolf now, not away from him.  “Answer me my lord, or I shall have that stiff fucking cock removed from your ungrateful ass.”  Rolf took his cue and pulled out of Gregor's pale lumpy ass.

            “No don’t my Lady.  Please, I want him to... I need him to fuck me.  Please.  It feels so good.”  He watched Leigh face for approval.

            “Do not disappoint me again.“  Her face, a mask of cold determination as she removed the blade, contorted as she smiled down at him. 

            “Sweet lady, please sit astride my cock so that I can pleasure your sweet mound as he is fucking me.   My fantasy would then surely be complete.”

            “We are treating you too kindly I see Magistrate.  Turn him over Rolf.  Fuck our good Magistrate Gregor as he would fuck one of the inmates in his care, as he wanted to fuck me.  Hard and rough.”

            Leigh watched the magistrates eyes change from fear to expectation. 

            “Oh great Goddess yes.  Fuck my ass.”  Moaned Gregor, his face now smashed against the hard dirt floor.  “If you had allowed me to see if your pussy had felt as good as it tasted girlie,”  he said as he raised his knees, “there would have been no need for your payment with this beautiful bitch here.” 

            Gregor wanted to reach up and pull Rolf down roughly by his neck and press his thick tongue deep into Rolf’s mouth before he was turned over but he was still restrained by the leather tethers.  Gregor primary fantasy of a jailbreak in which he would be repeatedly assed fucked was coming true in a fashion.  He had pictured himself often in the position he had put many of his prisoners in.

             Direlle felt the moisture between her legs, as she pressed her perk breasts into the floor and her hands into her pussy.  She saw that Rolf once again was jerking the Magistrates cock.  Almost crying out with the magistrate as Rolf bucked wildly.  Rolf lurched, his cocked nestled deep in Gregor's ass as he pumped hot jizz into the magistrates ass. 

            Gregor screamed as he shook with his own climax a moment before Rolf collapsed on top of the Magistrate.  His milky white discharge hitting him in the face.   Watching the trio below her Direlle would fall asleep with one hand pumping in and out of her convulsing pussy and the other twisting and pinching her erect rosy nipples.

Chapter Two

            Prince Stephen had heartedly agreed to the ball.  He thoroughly enjoyed being the Crowned Prince, the good and the bad.  He stopped to rest and water his horse at a nearby stream.  He was looking forward to his mother’s welcoming breakfast was this morning.  After examining the two new warhorse foals of his favorite mounts he had ridden out alone, but just far enough to “accidentally” stumble upon his mother while she is entertaining her guests. 

            Stephen surveyed his surroundings once more.  He very seldom had the chance to ride out without his companion guards anymore.  He knew that Mikah, his fellow officer and closest friend would be appreciate a moment alone to be with his lady.

            He loosened the saddle strap to a rested position for his new mount as he wondered what  was up to of late.  Stephen watered her then tethered her in a patch of sweet grass.  He had already been fortunate to miss the hours of standing as the parade of viable women of the realm ogled him.  While he splashed cupped handful of water over his head,  he started to think of the constant stream of femininity that would file in and out of the palace in the next few days.  Of these creatures of varying age, shape, and size he was somehow required to pick out just one to be his queen.  Or at least a few to narrow down the selection. 

            The merchants were indeed happy all over the realm.  Jewelers, dressmakers, and shoemakers who had had to turn away customers would be singing the praises of the Queen in her infinite wisdom.  In fact, his friend Mikah’s lady was currently one of the most popular dressmakers in the Vales.  

            The shoemaker has the hardest task of course. The prince reclined against a tree.  His ass and thighs sore from the ride.  He placed his sword at his side within easy reach and began to stroke the growing bulge in his pants with his callused hand. Untying the laces of his leather riding pants he pulled his cramped member free of the restricting material. He thought of the plight of the shoemaker.  Delicate yet functional shoes for dancing had to be designed and made for each ladies special outfit.  Sturdy leather boots for riding.  Slippers for doing whatever else it was that the pampered ladies of the court would do while guest at the palace.  

            Stephen stretched out his long muscular legs out over the thick roots of the tree.  Beautiful slippers made for dancing peeking out from under beautiful ball gowns.

            He began working his hand up and down his rising cock.  The flash of the gentle soft curves an ankle.

            His other hand tugged and squeezed his tightening balls.  One of the fine ladies would stumble into his arms, him bending to her delicate foot to ensure there was no damage.           

            He swollen manhood pulsed in his hand. He would remove the delicate pink foot from the slipper.  He would run his hands over the wonderful appendage. 

            He closed his hand around his cock as he begins to work up and down the shaft.  Massaging the angry red padding on the over danced on sole and heel. 

            His eyes squeezed shut as he jerked on the angry purplish red cock.   He would raise the unencumbered foot to his mouth.

            Quickly spitting into his hand for lubrication he returned it to his rock hard cock.  The lady would giggle as he slowly licked the curved pink sole of her feet.

            Pushing his middle finger into his ass, he groaned.  Placing a gentle kiss on each of the ladies’ perfumed toes. 

            Beads of cum appear on the head of his throbbing cock as he jerked harder and faster.  He would slip his tongue between each toe. 

            He plunged his finger deeper into his ass.  Gently sucking on each painted toe as he caressed the pink sole.

            He groaned as his index finger grazed the sensitive swollen purplish head of his cock.   Each painted toe glistening from his labors.

            His fist flew faster and faster over his achingly hard cock. The unexpected but welcomed push of the captured little foot into his mouth.

            His legs shook uncontrollably as he wiggled his finger deep in his ass.  Forcing him to suck her foot. 

            “AAAaaagggghhhhh.” His cum arched into the air as his back pressed against the tree. 

            Minutes later, watered and rested, he remounted and resumed the ride to the palace.  If I could not be prince perhaps I would be a shoemaker.

Chapter Three

            Lady Leigh Stoddard Martine had arranged their departure so that the wee hours of the morning had found them arriving at the palace in time to prepare properly for the start of the festivities.  The rooms had been assigned on a first come first serve basis with no less than three adults in each room.  Lady Leigh paid three different village children to keep her place in the quickly lengthening line to assure her and her daughters room within the 101-room palace. 

            One of the filthy urchins had taken her half payment and run off within the first hour she had left him.  She was presented a token from the third child whom she had decided to engage on a whim as she was leaving the gates of the temple.  The token was for one of the two room apartments on the second floor of the palace west wing.   The other child also had a token but it was for a one room suite that Lady Leigh was sure the enterprising ragamuffin could find a way to profit from so she did not pay him the other half of the promised payment.

            After the initial unpacking and rest after the four-hour journey to the castle, the women prepared for the first of the day’s activities, the royal procession, followed by the Queens breakfast.  A small knock startled them.

            “Enter.”  Lady Leigh answered.

            A woman wearing the most clever white lace shift under a royal blue tunic enters the chambers taking in the occupants of the room with a swift glance before bowing her head. “My Lady Martine, I bear a message.”

            Willing herself not to jump to her feet as her children had Leigh folds her hands on her lap.  “Yes.”

            “My Lady wishes to express her gratitude for your suggestion of this gala event.  She has sent me to see to your needs while you are a guest in her home.”

            “The Lady is most gracious.”  Leigh slightly surprised that the royal couple knew of her intentions.  The message the young servant conveyed had been carefully delivered so as not to include the royal title.  The queen’s subtle way of  letting her know that this was not a royal favor, but simply a favor from a thankful mother.  Leigh had spent years attempting to curry favor within the royal court never gaining access to the one man that she wanted, the standoffish royal mage, Sir Petre.   She knew the difference. 

            In the mean time, Leigh had worked methodically through her connections to find the right ear to plant the idea of a private meeting with her eligible daughters in the Stewards ears so that one of them might marrying the prince or at least into a landed title. Unfortunately her idea had mutated from the intimate “family” dinner she had envisioned to the lavishness of the Princes Ball with all of the eligible women of age in the realm invited.  Oh well, with any luck at all the girls would be able to land suitable situation at least.  She had hopes that her late husband’s beloved status with the Eagle Throne would have carried enough sentiments to include his stepchildren.  For herself, she wanted the mysterious mage and all the secrets he had.  “Your name.”

            “I am Trina, my lady.  There are also letters, my lady.”  Leigh watched as Trina stepped forward to deposit the folded and sealed papers into her hands.  The serving woman’s hips swayed in a particular rhythm.  As she neared Leigh with the letters, her nipples presented themselves for Leigh’s inspection through the lace bodice.  “Is there anything that you require madam?”

            “Thank you Trina, you may finish the unpacking and see to our things.”   As the woman set about her tasks in the large bedroom, the twins converged on their mother. 

            “Oh mother, is this not wonderful.  The queen herself has given us a servant.  She is as gracious as she is beautiful,” Victoria stared at the door to their chambers as if expecting the queen.

            “Shh, child.  She is more than just a servant, my daughters.  She is one of the queen’s personal attendants.  Did you not notice how silently she moves? The crest with a pink rose?”

            “Whatever she else she may be mother she will also be source of information.”  Victoria said gaily.

            “That she will indeed, Victoria.” Glancing at the note her mother was unconsciously clutching. Angelina agreed with her sister.  “For the queen as well.”

            Leigh turned to face Angelina.  “That’s a good girl.”  Neither of her daughters had dared to ask about the notes.  Leigh had hopes that perhaps they will be proper courtesans after all.  Walking to the window she breaks the clear waxed seal of the temple. 

                        Goddess Blessings Lady Stoddard-Martine,

Our most wise Goddess has accepted Her child, Angelina Stoddard, into Her service.  Angelina’s name has been added to those who will enter Her temple on the dawn of spring. 

Our Lady’s humble servant

High Priestess Ziane

            “This letter is for you Angelina,” handing the expected letter to her. 

            Leigh broke the white seal of Queen Matori.

       Lady Leigh Stoddard Martine,

We seek to reward your kind inspiration.  Please grant the Eagles Nest the honor of Lady Victoria Stoddard’s attendance upon Us as a Lady-In-Waiting.

       Queen Matori of the Eagles Throne

            Smiling to herself as she reads the missive she refolds the paper and hands it to Victoria.  “The Goddess has provided for you as well daughter.

            “It seems none of my children shall have the pleasure of the Princes attentions.  I would suggest dearest ones that you avail yourselves of the entertainments of the festival.”  With joy evident on her face, Leigh turned away from her now well cared for twin daughters, to the mirror, ignoring the reflections of the surprised faces behind her.  I will marry off Gerran’s child to my loyal hard slave Rolf.  I will keep the manor and my toy.

            She had enticed several members of the court already and made enemies of even more.  Her daughters, having no royal blood, had gained a title from their departed stepfather.  Titles that would have been removed if he had succeeded in providing the magistrate with proof of her escapades (as he called it) with the good looking groomsman and others Leigh was sure he only guessed at. 

            After her husband’s timely death she had had to deal with the lecherous magistrate.  The first visit had been full of sympathy and condolences at the death of her husband.  The next week he had returned to share with her a hypothetical situation.   What if by some means a letter was delivered into the hands of the Magistrate to be delivered to the royal court.  What if the Magistrate, unwilling to send to the royal person’s trivial matters that could best be handled locally had read the missive.  What if this letter implicated a certain intelligent and beautiful widow in the deaths of missing servants and thereby the death of the scrumptious creatures now deceased husband.  How should this Magistrate react to such a letter? 

            Magistrate Gregor had come to her with this information because she herself was unfortunately recently widowed and could perhaps advise him in some small way as to the best way to precede. 

            Now even the thought of him grunting under her skirts made her physically sick. She remember that as she had stood facing him he had moved closer to her with one hand undoing his belt, the thick fingers of his other hand pawed her breast.  His breath smelling of ale and onions.  He had plunged his greasy hand into her bodice and roughly pulled her breast free of its confinement.  She was bruised for days there after as a result of his clumsy handling. 

            Gregor propped her up against the large oak desk.  With one of her legs on the desk and the other on his shoulder, he caressed the silk material of her black panties.  She could feel his nose pressed against her mound.  She felt his warm wheezing breath.  Leigh did not move as he inhaled the scent of her pussy. 

            “A fine sweet smelling cunt you are too pussy”, she heard him mutter. 

            Gregor yanked aside the silk undergarments that she wore and glued his mouth to her pussy.   Gregor’s seemed intent on literally gobbling as much of her pussy into his mouth as possible.  His tongue lapped the inner folds of her cinnamon scented mound.  Gregor’s mouth found her clit.  He alternated licking and sucking reluctant bud for sometime before Leigh’s body betrayed her.  She felt herself responding as his tongue dipped deep into her slick hole.  The scent of her sex filled her nostrils as she tried to ignore the loud smacking sounds of the magistrates probing mouth. 

            She unsuccessfully willed her legs to not to tighten around his plump body.  She decided to endure this savage’s barbaric handling of her gentle person.  But this small concession on her part did not matter to Gregor.  Tasting the first drops of Leigh’s juice only incited him to increased action.  He plunged his tongue deep and deeper into her.  As her juices started to coat her nether lips as much as the saliva from Gregor's mouth had, Gregor used his tongue to scoop out glistening stringy webs of jizz from Leigh's traitorous cunt. 

            “Such a fine smelling Lady’s cunt”, he grunted when he pulled back to take a look at Leigh's puffed ruddy colored pussy lips.  Her clit growing and hardening excited him tremendously.   “Such a fine silky patch of pussy hair.”   

            “My lady has a small cock, she does.”  With that statement he wrapped his thick lips around the small three inch organ and began to suck.  Leigh's manicured nails dug deep into her palm as she tried in vain not to respond to the Magistrates assault. 

            As she cursed her body for this betrayal and vowed to see Gregor damned, her mind searched for way to control Gregor.  Of course it would have to be with sex but that was what he wanted.  How to make it a reward for him rather than have him consider her body his privilege and private playground.  She would control this tiny man soon.  But this moment he was seeking a reason to brand her a common whore.  Any response now on her part other than that of a lady being forced to comply with a strong male and she would lose any leverage she might have.  Of course that was not as easy to do when she wanted nothing more than to grind her cunt on his face and smother his mouth with her hot pussy to drown him with her cum.  An orgasm rocked through her.  Gregor mouth increased its actions on her pussy.  Leigh began to berate him.

            “I have allowed your foul mouth to taste me as a condition of your continued silence Gregor,” she told him.  Had Gregor taken a moment to raise his slick face from her spasming hot mound he would have seen her face distorting by hatred.  A direct contrast to the pleasure she still experienced from the greedy mouth of the Magistrate.

            “ I wonder if you are up to the challenge of pleasing a well-bred lady,” she said trying to get her voice under control.  “If you could even taste the difference between whore and a real lady?”  

            His tongue scooped out pearls of cream from her cunt she came again.  Her body shook as she twisted the nipple of her freed breast.

            “Do you see the difference in my sweet feminine nectar and the... What did you called it? A cunt of a whore?”   Leigh rode his face harder.  She bit her lip to keep from crying out. “I  only wish I could suffocate you with my cunt.” 

            Gregor was dazed.  Why did she not fall to her knees and plead for him to take her?  Why did she not beg him to fuck her?  Determined to drain this high-class pussy of all of the juices he could, he wondered if he should fuck her with his leather baton.  Later, he decided.  This was his chance to move up in the world.  This bitch would never forget me.  She will be wanting me to service her sweet hole all the time now.  The next time she comes crawling around begging to be fucked, I’ll give her a taste of the Rod of Justice.  He had fucked many “criminals of the realm” with his leather rod.  Soon it would be this lovely lady’s turn. 

            He felt her thighs try to clench once more around his head.  Her fine body trembled as his hands roughly held her legs apart.   His cock was hard.  As much as he wanted to feel the walls of this delicious pussy engulfing his hard staff he wanted more to want her beg for it.   She would beg for his rigid staff soon.  He knew it.  She had cum once already.  The poor pussy of hers had probably never had a proper licking not to mention a good fucking.  He chewed her clit roughly not knowing that she preferred it.    Hearing her breath the words Stop and Don’t over and over again until he knew she was unaware that she was telling him not to stop.  He laughed at her muffled pleas as she called on the Goddess as he continued to drink from the fountain of cum flowing from her spasming cunt.

            Her clit stood out between the puffy oil covered lips.  This had amazed Gregor.  He began to nibble on the hard red pit.  He kissed her small feminine cock in between nibbles.  Leigh started to buck against his face.  Gregor fastened his mouth to her cunt.  Surprised by the squirt of fluid that filled his mouth.  Her cute little pink cock had cum like a man.

              If she could she would hold you down and force you to suck her cock.  He felt his own rod twitch.  He wondered what it would feel like to have that small cock under his balls.  Cum started to ooze out of his hard rod. Could she fuck with it?  If she could would she hold you down and fuck you with it.  The thought of being fucked by this cock was too much for Gregor.  He raised up from his kneeling position and just as he touched his cock head to her pussy lips he shot his jizz onto her underskirts.  A few drops landed on her mound and he rubbed his cock in the milky white glob on her cunt.

             “I knew you did not have the stamina to please a real lady.  Your feeble attempts at seduction are disgusting,” Leigh told him.

              He leaned down and kissed her pussy.  Pulling her off of the desk and onto the floor straddling his face.  Snaking his tongue out to catch the mingled juices on her shiny lips.  He cleaned her of his spent jizz.  He plunged his tongue in and out of her as if to show her what he wanted to do with his cock.  He would make her cum again and again until he was ready to fuck her properly.       

            “I detest you so much I could piss in your mouth.”  She said as another orgasm sent wave after wave of spasms through out her body. 

            Gregor ignored her and rammed a thick finger into her dripping pussy.  His lips plastered to her clit once more.  Leigh's cunt clamped around the thick digit.  She fell forward as she rode his face and his finger.  Her body shook as she came.  Her ass quivered over Gregor’s face. 

            Leigh was angry.  She sat upright so that she could see the Magistrates face between her thighs.  His tongue still worked her pussy.  Leigh grabbed Gregor's head and pissed in his face.  She felt him lurch beneath her as her hot urine started to spill into his mouth and onto his face.  Leigh pictured her hot piss flooding his mouth, choking the fat bastard.  Then Leigh felt her thighs being parted and Gregor's mouth cover her pussy as he drank down her urine as if he was parched.  Leigh was spent from the repeated orgasms.  She found she no longer had her much valued muscle control to stop the flow of her piss.  Her attempts to stop it only slowed and prolonged the flow as she felt and heard Gregor moan in pleasure.

            From then on Gregor had weakly threatened her then begged for her silence. Then he begged to taste more of her.  He had then proposed their current compromise.  He would be her sexual partner and he would see to it that the suspicious nature of her husband’s demise never would include her as anything other than as the proper grieving widow. 

Chapter Four

            Her chores done for the day and not having to prepare supper for anyone but herself, Direlle wandered to her favorite spot by the lake.  Leaning against the cool bolder, she stared into the sky to watch the few puffy white clouds pass overhead.  She closed her eyes to absorb the warm kiss of the sun on her skin.  Her nipples pushed against the material of her shift as the slightest movements of the fabric exciting her more.  The cotton apron and shift were all that her lady mother thought appropriate that she wear when there were no visitors to the manor.  Direlle did not mind.  If she could she would be naked all of the time. 

            Direlle dreamt of the ball her family was attending.  Glancing at the crystal waters of the lake, the sounds of the water lapping the shore stirring memories, she thought of jumping into the still waters, unable to resist its tempting lure.  Remembering that she was truly alone now, she stripped the material from her body.  The starched coolness of the blue cotton slid over her breasts.  Cupping her breasts in her hands; anything over a handful is just a waste, she jumped into the summer-warmed water and swam to the large flat-topped boulder.  Pulling herself out of the water, she lied back against the coolness of the rock and closed her eyes.   

            All throughout her chores she had thought of this moment and of the exquisite release of tension.  With one hand she squeezed her hardening nipple.  The other hand she placed between her thighs to gently strokes the quickly swelling lips of her anxious mound. 

            Her fingers rubbed the nub of her clit.  She wondered what it would feel like to have a mouth pressed to her pussy, to be licked between the folds of her little dark fuzz covered snatch. 

            Ordering the kneeling person at her angelic feet to eat her sweet mound as she presses a head between her smooth thighs and have a hungry mouth fasten on her hot box sucking greedily. A tongue laps all the jizz flowing from her slit.  Her fingers dripped with her warm sticky juices as she plunged one finger in and out of her quivering mound. 

            The tongue snaking its was deeper and deeper into her.  Her clit tongue whipped as her orgasm builds within her.  “Oh eat it all bitch.”, she tells the fantasy tongue.  The thirsty mouth clamped to her pussy.  Sucking all of her juices down. 

            Her pussy ached beneath her fingers.  Her fantasy forgotten, she switched hands and placed the cum cover finger into her mouth.  Loudly sucking her essence from between her fingers.  With her free hand she began to stroke the swollen clit of her slick mound. 

            Hearing the sucking sound her mouth made when she licked her own sweet if sweaty juices, she noticed the finger on her clit was not as slippery.  Direlle screamed silently as she plunged two fingers deep inside of her convulsing pussy. 

            Freshly licked fingers flying over her clit.  Faster and faster until she feels the hot tightness in her toes moving rapidly over her body.  A flood of pleasure crashed through her. 

            She closed her eyes and fell back against the coolness of the boulder.  The walls of her cunt tightening around her fingers.  Begging for something longer, bigger, and harder to devour. 

Chapter Five

            In the crowded procession to be presented to the court, King Vincenzio, wore clothing resembling that of the royal guard but in a finer material and without decoration.  He was the picture of a man born to lead. 

            He looked preoccupied and rather impatient.  In reality he was both.  His dick was rock hard.  Below him was literally a sea of barely covered breast his for the taking and the only ones that he wanted to squeeze right now were those of his wife.  She must have known this fact and had chosen to cover up those perfect golden globes just to spite him. 

            He had smothered them with kisses just this morning before plowing his member into the valley between them.  His fingers had transformed so that they were longer and clawed.  The tips of his claws leaving pinpoints of red on Matori as he pressed her breasts together.  He had learned to control the transformation.  But heavy emotion and stress always brought out his claws.  His father had called it a weakness but his Queen loved it.  Especially now.

            The feel of his cock sliding between the firm mounds was more than exhilarating.  Each time the head of his cock appeared from the valley of flesh his beautiful Matori would either kiss, lick, or suck it.  She alternated squeezing his ass with tapping her finger on the rim of his asshole. The tapping soon changed to a massage. 

            His tight balls rubbed against her body.  Her breasts were covered in her saliva and his pre cum oils.  Matori had then eased her tapered nailed finger into his ass. Goddess, she was more beautiful than the day I first met her.  He could not remember his sexual escapades before she had appeared in his life.  She matched the rhythm of his thrusts with thrust of her finger in his ass. Each plunge forward deeper into her mouth was in concert with her magical fingers.

            He cupped the back of her neck to bring her mouth up so that he could ram his cock into her throat with the next exit from the tittie valley.  Matori had opened her mouth and damn near swallowed his rod.  He pulled out of her mouth just in time to see his cum splash against the beautiful golden mounds and into her beautiful face.  He tried to keep his eyes open to watch her lovely face as he exploded his jizz onto her but he could not.         

            Now at his side, Queen Matori, glowed in a simple floor length silver tunic over a body framing white silk shift.  Her glossy raven hair grazed the floor in a thick single bound braid adorned with the tiny white roses.  The simple elegance of her attire awed the ladies of all station present.  Here was a woman poised to greet all comers into her home in the early hours of the morning with a welcoming smile.  A woman who had screamed to be fucked harder as she bucked wildly beneath him not an hour ago.  A woman who just happened to be a queen. 

            Before she stepped forward to give greeting to the almost filled hall, Vincenzio leaned over and whispered into her ear, “Let’s get this going beautiful one.  I can not wait to bury my face in your pussy.” 

            “Am I going to have to put a leash on you today, my dear Beastie?” she whispered back.  She pitched her voice as he had so that there words were only for each other.

            Leigh watched the King and Queen share a smile before greeting their guests.  You pretender you.  Leigh knew that others did not hide their dislike for Queen Matori as well as she had over the years. Leigh had been one of Vincenzio's favorites before Matori the Tamer had somehow involved herself in one of the quests of the future king.  Through her blood or some foul magicks, Matori had a special talent for communicating, especially with animals.  Supposedly the talents were exclusive of one of the older royal families in the Vales so she had been the able to help the Prince with some vague family ailment.   

            I should have been the one who helped him.  I had helped him overcome his animal urges many time in the past.  Of course I usually could not walk afterwards.  I know that was why he had called for me that night.  The night the Tamer just happened to be in private audience with Sir Petre and had been brought before the Prince instead of his paramour. 

            After an seemingly endless stream of men and women of all ages and stations parade themselves before the raised podium where the three royal persons had been standing all this time, Queen Matori released her smiling husbands hand and stepped forward.

            “Lords and gentle ladies of the Vale, Eagle’s Nest is surely blessed by the Goddess by your kind attendance. Thou art welcomed as honored guests to mine home and hearth.” Her deep, warm and welcoming voice is heard clearly through out the hall as she speaks.

             The whole of the hall reverberated with the stunned silence as Queen Matori spoke the words placing all within these walls under the ritual protection of a Goodwife.  The response came clear and strong from the whole of the hall. “May the Goddess bless thee and thine for giving shelter and comfort to I, Her lowliest of servants.”

            Behind the royal pair, Leigh thought to glimpse Prince Gerran but instead she saw the face of Sir Petre, the royal mage.  His uniform similar to the kings but with the crest of the royal house on the chest, a thorny rose vine in bloom encircling a soaring eagle.  The rose in his insignia black.  No matter the current uniform style his was always black. 

            Rumors and gossip were in constant attendance around the court, especially of the mysterious royal mage.  One of the best known rumors about the obsidian-eyed mage however was of the existence of his “Special Dungeon”. 

            Small talk insisted the man’s eyes were as black as his soul. His experimentation of the forbidden ancient sexual and torture techniques and their effects on differing magicks jeopardized his seat on the mage council, a council that did not publicly condone his methods.  Sometimes combining the two with his own research to produce more magicks.

            They say that he never took off his leather gloves that are spelled to hide their enormous size, which proved false as Leigh had seen his hands on several occasions, whenever he was in the presence of the king.  His hands looked to be the same proportion of any other mans.

            Gossip said he was a vain man, constantly in view of a mirror.  Leigh thought this unlikely, as the man was ordinarily average looking.  He had no distinguishing characteristics about him other than the leather gloves.  On first impression one would have thought him a senior member of the Kings Guard rather than a mage. 

            Rumor let on that he had a shadow spirit in the room with him so that he could seem to be in two places at the same time.  Being a descendant of one of the old races let him accomplish this feat.

            Scandal spoke of his escapades played out in front of a spelled mirror that either lets the royal couple see and hear (or else keeps them from finding out) everything that occurs in the special dungeon room. 

            Lady Leigh spared a glance to her daughters then mouthed the unfamiliar words as she stared at the man.  At the manor the girls had been taught manners and decorum as befits a lady of the court and the ladies of the court had no need to learn the simple indulgences of a goodwife.  The twins, who are not interested in any aspect of court, had learned their lessons well from their courtesan mother.  They too mouthed the unfamiliar words accepting the offered hospitality.

            The Queens breakfast was over too quickly for the girls, especially Victoria, but not soon enough for Leigh.  Here sat a woman who commanded armies.  She had brokered a now uneasy peace before she had become queen and all around her sat women talking of babies, sickness and the price of market goods.  One of her talents must also include acting, probably learned in diplomatic circles to listen to the endless mind-shattering dribble that flowed constantly from these hens.  Leigh thought that she would be sick.
Chapter Six

            Direlle woke flushed and excited.  Deciding to take a walk after such a realistic dream rounds the lake.  An hour later she had navigated successfully around the lake.  She walked and jogged to stretch out her legs.  A woman was standing upon her favorite spot.  Arms outstretched as she prepared to dive into the moonlit lake.  The water rippled slightly as if only a stone had been thrown into the glassy lake.  There are no other people around that Direlle could see but that did not mean that others were not close by.  But there is no sounds of horses present either.

            “Who are you?”, she asked, curious about the white haired lady now out of the lake unrolled a thick flower quilted robe from the darkness at her feet.  Direlle watched silently as the woman held up the bungle and snapped it twice in the air to unroll it. The slender woman slid into the robe.  

            “Goddess blessings upon you dearest heart.  I am Aladria of the Southern Island Vales.  Resting a moment only before continuing my journey.”

            “I am Direlle.  You must be headed for the palace for the Princes Ball.” Direlle decided.

            “Direlle, daughter of my hearts friend Lord Gerran, I was saddened to hear of your fathers passing blessed child.  The goddess guide his soul.”

            “Thank you Lady Aladria.  You knew my father well?”  Direlle thought that giving the handsome woman a title was more than just a show of respect on her part.  Somehow, the woman’s bearing convened that she had earned the title of Lady.

            “Well enough to wonder why his only child and heir is not at her rightful place enjoying Queen Matori’s hospitality, preciousness.”  The lady sits down on a blanket size square of white fur that Direlle had not noticed.  She pulls from the dark tanned leather-riding bag on the ground another thick towel and begins to pat herself dry. 

            “Lady my father remarried in the handful of years granted to him by the goddess.  His new wife is now his heir.”  She watched entranced as Aladria patted the thick towel over varying scars on her wet body.

            “She whom you call stepmother told you this, cherished one?” 

            Direlle realized that she was staring at the woman.  She had been a child running around the garden the last she had seen one of the Elven race.  A woman who had come to visit her father the day before her seventh birthday.  Direlle thought that this woman looked quite like the lady she had seen entering her fathers study.  But that had been well over ten years ago.  That woman would be ...  well ... older, she thought.  There were none of the telltale lines that her stepmother was always looking for on her own face.  The woman's breasts were not drooping to the floor.  The only sign of any aging at all was her white hair.  But the miller’s daughter had salt and pepper hair and she was of the same age as me.  She wondered if the woman would eventually settle upon a name of endearment or just call her Direlle.

            “Yes. No.  Well, I was yet a child when my father left me... us.  The matter of inheritance never really came up.  I live with my Lady mother and her twin daughters as I have since my father’s marriage.”

            “Well that explains one thing but not the other.  Please, join me here.”  Patting the snow-white fur beside her.  “Why are you not at the ball yourself princess?”

            Direlle joined the lady on the beautiful covering.  Running her hands through the thick soft material she had a brief vision of sliding naked over its length.  She continued to run her hands through it as the lady pulls a couple of peaches out bag.

            “I had not finished my chores in time My lady ” she lied, accepting the offered fruit.

            “Really?” Aladria asked incredously.  Without taking her eyes from Direlle, she bit into the peach. 

            Direlle was silent for a full minute as she stared back into eyes of the elven woman.  “No lady, not really.  I do not wish to embarrass my family or ruin my stepmother’s plans for my stepsisters.” 

            “Highly commendable.  But tell me princess, how would your appearance at the ball, embarrass anyone?”

            “My stepmother said that I would be an embarrassment to her were I to be seen near the palace Lady Aladria”   

            “Excuse this old woman princess but what means step?  You have used it of your mother and now of your sisters, princess?”

            “Step. It means by marriage my lady.”

            “Ah. So these stepsisters of yours had completed their chores and were rewarded with complying with Queen Matori's order.  Correct princess?

            “Well they are younger than I so do not have the responsibilities around the manor that I do my lady.”

            “Of course.  Your responsibilities are indeed great.  But tell me princess, did these steps of yours not offer to help you in your duties so that you might also comply with Queen Matori's invitation?”

            “No they did not my lady, but neither did I expect them to.  They are ...” she struggled for the right words, “unaccustomed to such work.”

            She felt as if the woman is somehow weighing her words.  Peering into her very soul.   Deciding she has nothing to fear from this woman she stands and offers her hand to the woman. She found herself wanting to say something that would be right for the moment.  She could only think of the phrase that she had heard often from her father when he invited people into their home.  “Thou art welcomed as an honored guest to mine home and hearth.” 

            Aladria smiled and replied with a smile, “May the Goddess bless thee and thine for giving shelter and comfort to I, her lowliest of servants.”  Standing she takes the offered hand and bending forward presses it to her forehead.

              Walking back to the manor, Direlle cannot tell the woman's age.  She guessed that the lady is probably around the same age of her stepmother but where the Lady Leigh would use creams and paint to achieve this woman's natural and classic beauty there was a world of difference.  Her bag is definitely magical.  There is no way that wonderful fur and thick towel should have fit in bag without even a bulge the lady easily swung over her shoulder.

            “We can talk in here while I prepare dinner.”  Direlle set about laying out the preparations as Lady Aladria tells her the stories of her father and of her birth mother, a woman she had never known.  Direlle thought some of the stories were more than a little stretched but she listened attentively.

             Aladria told astonishing tales of rerouting the unicorn migration on the plains of the Southern Isle.  “Of all creatures in the land, Direlle, look to the young and the aged for signs of the health of a nation.  The young because they are the most susceptible and the aged for signs of what is killing off a nation.”  She explained.

            “In the case the unicorn reroutes, acres of land had been diseased by the use of dark magicks.  Land that the unicorns had grazed.  Land that was still beautiful to look upon but deadly to the horned ones.” She spoke of the honor she felt after gaining admittance to witness dragon-mating rituals as if they were the most common creatures in the world.  “Their numbers are not great but they are not yet rare, princess.” 

            The one story Direlle found she had the most trouble believing however was the meeting between her parents.  Her mother had been training ladies-in-waiting for the Elven Queen Rodri. The Elven Queen Rodri did not want obvious guards surrounding her and had employed Direlle's’ mother, Rele Aje, as a bodyguard.  Rele duties included training the ladies in the skills of combat as well as of court.  She saw no reason for her beloved queen to be surrounded by people who could not defend themselves and more importantly, the queen. 

            Her father, Lord Gerran had been interested in a trade agreement and on a diplomatic mission he had sought Aladria talents as a mage over 30 years ago when political intrigues became more than he could handle alone.  They had been warm friends ever since.  Rele Aje, as the head of Queen Rodri's intelligence network had helped him also.  The two fell in love and the rest was written on the winds. Aladria had been present at Direlle’s birth, and she was given the great privilege of becoming the childs godmother.

            “My mother was a personal guard of Queen Rodri.  My father, a diplomat. You are my godmother.  And you call me princess for a reason.  Did I forget anything?”

            “That is almost the whole of it.”

              “Almost?  Why did my father not tell me any of this?  Why am I only finding out about my mother?”  She began to feel renewed anger at her father as she paced the kitchen.

            “Princess, your mother believed that you and your father would be happier here.  And as to why your father did not tell you about your heritage, I am not certain.  I was here years ago on your seventh birthday and asked him the same question.  He said that when you were old enough he would tell you.  He agreed that on your eighteenth birthday, I could return and  you would come home to learn of your heritage.  Forgive me for my tardiness.  I was ... detained on my way to greet you.” Direlle saw the womans eyes cloud briefly.  Whatever it was that had detained her had been hard to forget.

            Not knowing what to say to all of this she simply said, “My mother must have been an amazing woman.  I wish I could have known her as well.  I have no memories of her.  I must have been a babe when she died.”

            Direlle sat puzzled as Aladria is suddenly saddened.  Taking Direlle’s hands in her own, she said softly, “Direlle, princess, your mother is not dead.”

Chapter Seven

            “Madam, it appears that I have you to thank for this gathering.”  Turning Leigh was shocked to see the man whom she was most interested in standing there smiling at her.

            “Thank me for what my lord.”  She smiled as she closed her lace fan.

            “My people tell me that it was your suggestion that called for increased security of these gentle souls of the kingdom.”  Sir Petre offered his hand to Leigh.

            “My Lord Petre it was never my intention to add to your considerable duties.”  She said as she accepted the offered leathered hand.  This was the first time she had seen him up close. He was not a handsome man but on the other gloved hand, (what they say may have had at least a kernel of truth to it) he was not hideous either.

            “If you have not already had other more pleasing invitations, perhaps we could discuss your punishment over dinner this evening.”  He brought her hand up to his lips. His lips hovered just above her skin.  She could feel his warm breath and the caress of his fingers on her palm.  Sir Petre lowered her hand and stepped away from her before turning around. 

            Gently opening her fan so as not to appear perturbed, Leigh moved to step away from the spot of their brief talk when she realized that he had not waited for an answer.  A few paces from her was Nicia the dressmaker, Leigh thought of telling the woman about the tight fit of her bodice. 

            “Mistress Nicia.  I did not think to see you here.”  Sitting down in a vacated place beside the woman.  Leigh smiled behind her fan as she watched Captain Mikah Wolf, the princes’s companion, cross the floor. The captain was not a handsome man but he did know how to properly fill out a uniform.  There is nothing quite so tasty as  a decorated commissioned officer in uniform, she thought. 

            “Lady Stoddard-Martine, how good it is to see you.”  Nicia started counting the seconds before the quarrelsome woman would start to complain about some small feature of her wardrobe.  She stopped when Captain Wolf appeared as if from nowhere greeted both women and asked her to dance.  Nicia glanced at Lady Stoddard-Martine’s face before taking the offered arm.       

            She looked into his eyes, smiling as she did so then blinked away.  She studied the midnight blue uniform he wore and noted the detailed stitches.   

            “You are beautiful Nicia.”      

            He had told her that last night.  Last night she felt that it was nice of him to say, even if it was not true.  Today she believed that in his eyes she was beautiful. 

            “It was my first thought when I saw you three months ago.  And it is one of the first that I had when I saw you just now.”

            “You are in the habit of sweeping women off of their feet as well as rescuing them, no my lord?”     

            “You are beautiful Nicia.”

            After three months Nicia had come to realize that they had begun courting.  Mikah had become indispensable to her and she to him.  They spent long hours in each other’s company.  Breakfast, supper.  It did not matter.  Whenever their schedules would permit.  He often sat and told her stories of military campaigns as she worked on a dress.  She knew he used these moments to relax from his worries.  When she could she would sit at his feet and listen as she worked.  She did not mind the times when he would become silent.  At first she thought him sleep and had developed a habit of listening for his breathing.  Not that it would be a bad thing.  To her it meant that he trusted her to watch over him as he rested.  He did not trust many.  It would not do for a Captain of the Guard to be a trusting soul.  She had told him many times she had liked to watch him sleep.  His breathing.  The look on his face.

            Not that it happened often.  Besides the fact that they were two of the busiest people in the realm.  More likely than not it would be she who would fall asleep and awaken not knowing how she had gotten into her bed.  Or with a smile on her face when she found herself in his arms.  She very much enjoyed the thought of him watching over her. 

            Mikah had found it amazing that a woman who had seen all shapes and sizes of the most of the buying public of the Vales would be so shy about her own body.  It was almost as if she hated to be touched.  She, who by necessity, touched many throughout the day.  Nothing seemed to be pressing with him around.  She spent more and more time at the shop these days.  Except for those special customers like Lady Stoddard-Martine, who insisted on her personal attentions.  That had been almost a daily visit going over sketches and fabrics until Elise, her daughter had taken over before entering the temple. 

            Mikah had come into her life unexpectedly.  Joking one night, the night of the catered dinner.  She had joked that she should at least serve him since he had gone to the trouble to provide for her. 

            He had loosed the laces of her bodice teasingly but had gone no farther than that.  She had longed to kiss him but that never seem important at him being there.  That night she had spilled the soup and he turned her over his knee.

            “You have wasted food and have not treated my gift to you properly.  You will be punished.”   He sounded so serious that she was shocked into a fit of giggles.  He raised her skirts and lowered her under garments. 

            The giggling stopped.  Her breath quickened.  No one had seen her body since the physician. Always in the back of her mind she knew that she could find some way to keep her scars from him.  But this night such a thing had not crossed her mind.  She had not thought that he would see the scars she carried so soon, if ever.  The moment was gone.  He will turn away from me now.  He felt her clothing being raised higher as he explored the no longer smooth surface of her backside. 

            Now he will find some other to give his favor to.  At best we will return to the comfortable daily lives.  She hoped that this would be course he would settle on.  But she also knew that no one could love such a disfigurement.  Below her shoulder blades to the backs of her knees were a hills and valleys of raised scars.

            He ran two fingers down her spine.  She could only imagine what he thought as he did so.  It had been years before she could lay the whole of her hands upon her own skin for any length of time.  She held her breath as his hand caressed her back.  She felt the calluses of his sword hand as it traced the scars on her back.  She marveled that his hand was cool on her skin.  She knew that her skin burned from within.  Her eyes burned with tears of shame and loss.

            It was some time before she realized that his fingers were kneading and pinching her cheeks and she giggled nervously.  Beneath her she thought she could feel a growing bulge in his pants.

            Smack.  The hand stung her ass.  She could feel the blood rushing to the injured cheek.

            “You have a right pretty ass.”  Smack

            Nicia was confused.  Was this sarcasm?  It was too cruel a thing to say when he had not been before.  Was this his way of punishing me for being disfigured?  For concealing this from him.  For making him waste his time on me? 

            Smack.  “What else have you been keeping from me wench?”

            Nicia lowered her head.  Accepting her punishment for lying to him.  Accepting the punishment for not being good enough for him.   He would be gone from her life soon, she knew. 

            Smack.  “What is this wench?  Have you nothing to say for spilling good food?” 

            Smack.  The tears spilled from her eyes as she slowly realized that he was still playing the game.  But he had seen her.  Perhaps he only felt sorry for her and this was their last night together.  This she could accept.  If this were to be her first and last time with him then she would give him a night that he would never forget.  If this was the only way he would touch me then so be it.  I would rather have him this way than not at all.

            Smack.  Soon the game would be over.  She had only spilled the soup and it was a game after all.  After the fifth smack, tears flowed freely down her face.  She remembered he had told her 10 smacks on her ass cheeks were to be the payment.  Well only 5 more to go.  He was hard now.  Soon, goddess hear my plea, he will make love to me. 

            Smack.  Four more were left but each hit was harder than the one before it.

            Smack.  At least it was coming faster.

            Smack.  Two to go now.  Goddess, my ass burns.  I am going to have a tough time sitting down. 

            Smack.  Oh relief.  Only sweet relief.  Only one more. 

            The stinging sensation did not come.  She felt his fingers probing her nether lips.  She gasped as one thick finger was pushed deep inside of her tight box.  She felt her pussy clamp around that finger like a vise as the digit wiggled inside of her.  She squirmed and moaned.  What a slut he must think I am.  Only a slut would crave to be touched in such a way.  He will know what I am now.  New tears burned her eyes.  The finger withdrew slowly.  Please push it in deeper.  She felt his fingers trace downward.  His sleeve touched the back of her thigh as he rubbed the outer folds of her womanhood.

            She was holding her breath.  I must have miscounted.  Thank the Goddess.  Her ass cheek stung but her whole body was warming to his touch on her pussy.  Her breast strained against the bodice of her dress.  She opened her legs just a little and arched her back to give him better access to her cunny.  She had felt this before.  This what blessed women feel, the mystery they speak of.  But this is not the little death they giggle about.  Though it would feel like a little death if he were to stop. I must not be able to achieve such a thing.   

            Smack.  Well that was unexpected.  She was amazed that she was sorry the punishment session was over so soon.  Now she would have to face him.  She could not bear to see the disgust in his eyes.  His fingers continued to rub the growing slick bud between her cunt lips. 

            Smack.  “Captain!” she gasped.  “May I remind you that you said my punishment would be 10 smacks sir.”  She turned her head over her shoulder and spoke directly into his shoulder.

            “My dear,  I said 10 smacks on your ass cheeks.”  He drew out the s sound to make his point.  “You have two lovely cheeks.  I have only touched one.”

            His hand print was left on her skin with the last stroke but she no longer counted.  She cried out loud and tears flowed freely.  It never crossed her mind that they should stop their game.  Her ass stung anew as he massaged the battered flesh.  His fingers found their way back to her wet hole.  She could not believe the moisture seeping from her.  One hands fingers penetrated the tight wetness of her pussy.  The thumb on his other hand massaged her clit. 

            Nicia was frightened.  Never had she experienced anything such as this.  The tightness she felt inside was all over her body.  It was warm and tingly and she yelled, screamed or grunted with each breath.  She had no words.  She had no voice. Sweet Goddess do not stop.   

            Mikah gingerly pulled the crying woman up to sit on his lap.  Knowing that her ass was tender.  He got the feeling that she had never had and orgasm before and he wanted to see her face when she came.    And I want her to see me when she comes for the first time. 

            Spreading her legs and continuing to rub the rosy little clit, he brought her face to his to kiss her.  He moved his arm to better support her shaking body.  He noticed that she pressed her freshly spanked ass harder against his leg as if she were getting a greater pleasure from the blend of added pain.

            Nicia thought she was dying.  She a little afraid but Mikah was here so everything would be fine.  But so much good... feelings was the only word she could come up with the fit the situation she was in.  I am going to die from feeling so good.  The taste of Mikah's lips left her wanting more.  Her ass stung but she could not stop scrapping her ass against his thigh.  She practically flung herself up and down on his fingers buried deep  inside of her.   

            The sounds of his fingers sliding in and out of her wetness, the pain of her ass sliding against his leg, the taste of his mouth, the smell of manliness all of this created the incredible warm light that was ready to exploded inside of her.  She wanted the feeling to last forever and prayed to the Goddess that it would be over soon.

            Mikah felt her stiffen as her legs began to tremble and her breath came faster.  He broke the kiss.  His fingers pumped in and out of her. Mikah stared at the beautiful face contorted with its first orgasm and whispered.  “I love you Nicia.”

            Nicia opened her eyes as Mikah started to speak.  She looked at his wonderful lips as he spoke and up into his hazel  eyes.  The light exploded inside of her.  She clamped down on Mikah’s hands.  Her body went still and she forgot to breathe.  I love you Mikah.  Her last thought before she passed out.

            What had started as a shared lover’s moment had blossomed into a way of life.  In private she curtsied when he appeared and remained so until he gave her leave to get up.  She cooked for him when he was on leave.  She was his totally.  As long as they were together nothing else mattered. 

            Tonight he had rescued his damsel once more.  This was their first night out in public. 
            Chapter Insert

            That evening, Lady Leigh alone with Trina prepared for her appointment with Sir Petre.  Hoping for a special invitation to the special dungeon she carefully chose a cleverly crafted strapless gown. Excited and fearful at this fortunate turn of events she dressed slowly after her bath.  I shall be Mistress of that Special Dungeon this night.

            Almost an hour and a half later after a dinner of small talk and flirting, all from Leigh, Sir Petre led her to a set of apartments in a separate wing of the palace. Turning to her, “Madam, is it your intent to offer yourself to me this night?”  He asked her.  He took the direct approach, which she was prepared for. 

            “Sir, it is not only my intention to give myself to you this night but in whatever manner you wish my lord.”  Her years of being coquettish long since past she stared into his eyes.

            Curiously noticing the lack of windows once again but a present yet unseen light source, she resists the urge to touch her earrings, talismans that protect her from such magicks.  No mind control magic will affect her this night.  She has no fear of anything else.  Can this be the infamous Special Dungeon?

            Visibly inspecting the sparse room as she paced around it, the only unusual furnishing in the room that she could see was the mirrored wall.  Leigh wondered if the gossip and scandal also contained more than just a kernel of truth.  The vanity of the man seemed unlikely but one could never tell.   

            Two large leather chairs with a small wooden table between them keep silent vigil in front of a crackling fire.  There are no hangings on the cream colored walls just the reflection of the fire.  The floor was almost mirror polished seamless hardwood.  Against the wall to her left was a small buffet table spread with fruits and cheeses as well as various decanters containing different colored liquids.

            Petre let her pace as he makes himself comfortable in his favorite chair.  She did not hear his unseen servants move large leather chair.  He silently watched her.  She has been like this for an almost a quarter of an hour.  She is trying to figure out which of the rumors is true about me.      

            Leigh watched him sitting in that massive leather chair, silently watching her without expression.  She could not tell if there was an amusement in his eyes or expectation. 

            Deciding she had stood here long enough in silence Leigh turned to prepare two drinks.  She walked very slowly over to Petre, caressing herself with the crystal goblets as she swayed her hips.  He nodded as he accepted the wine.  Leigh sauntered over to the mirrored wall.   Using it as a backdrop she stands in front of it slowly begins to undress with one hand.  Swaying to unheard music as she pulled on the series of ingenious ribbons that held together the carefully crafted gown.                 

            Leigh stepped out of the mass of material at her stocking feet.  She pours what is left of her drink over the tip of each breast.  At 36, her breasts are still firm and while the nipples no longer pointed to the stars they are not yet pointing to her feet.  Cupping her breast she lowers her head to lick her wine covered nipple.  Walking over to Petre she leans forward to present the other breast to him.  He stared into her eyes with obvious interest.  Straddling his lap she feels a sense of satisfaction. 

            Leigh is caught off guard when Petre suddenly grabbed the back of her head and closed his mouth over her nipple.  She smiled in a small victory as he began to suck gently at first.  His mouth on her nipples making her so wet that she suspected that he could smell her perfumed mound.  His mouth on her breast starts to get more intense, until it starts to be painful.   

            She begins to push him away and stops as the alternating sensations play out inside of her.  Understanding that this is part of Petre special dungeon.  I can take whatever you --- whatever ... oh dear goddess it hurts... she closes her eyes and tries to experience the fullness of the unexpected pain.

            Petre released her breast and leaned back.  Inhaling deeply so that her breast arched toward him and her little paunch of a stomach did not show as much, Leigh backed off of his lap.  Pretending to drink the last of the wine from her emptied glass, she laid across his lap with her breast hanging over his thigh to put the goblet on the floor.  She rolled her hips as she gently rocked back and forth on his legs.  She knew her ass was still firm enough to capture a man’s attention.  She felt his gloved hand trace the curve of her plump ass.  Caressing it.  Squeezing it. 

            Realizing that that was all that she was to get from him she pushed her self up.  Swung her leg back over the arm of the leather chair and straddled him again.  Once again he attack her breasts with his mouth. Caught up in the sensations that he is giving her, wanting him to stop and praying that he would continue, Leigh was unaware of his other hand.  She did not feel the hand between her thighs.  When she does feels the leather rub against her clit a wave a pleasure courses through her.  Pleasure, she knew, that was heightened by the pain.  Or was the pain heightened by the pleasure?  She could no longer be sure.  If he would just release his teeth from her breast for a moment so I could think straight.

            She gasped and cries out as Petre thrust his finger inside of her.  His leather-gloved fingers quickly became wet with her juices.  Holding her down with one hand, he finger fucked her with the other.  Her juices coating the leather, easing the rude thrust of his gloved fingers inside of her.  She felt her inner walls immediately contract around the finger, pulling it deeper inside of her wet cunt.  His teeth bit her nipple as he entered her wet box so harshly. 

            Glancing at their reflection in the giant mirror, she arched her back to give him better access to her.  Not knowing or caring why her body is reacting to this man, she bit her bottom lip.  She felt the press of his clothed body beneath her as she started to move her hips.

Chapter Eight  

            Alone on the garden balcony, Angelina stood looking out over the hedge maze.  She did not hear the woman walk up behind her until she felt the hands on her shoulder and the warm breath on her neck. 

            “Are you enjoying the party, my dear?”

            “Not as much as some I fear, Lady Ziane.”  She not turning around.  High Priestess Ziane had made no secret of wanting to be alone with Angelina.  She told herself that she had not been entirely avoiding the priestess.  She had complied with her mother wish for her to enter the temple and to her great surprise, she had been accepted.  Apparently being her mothers oldest child did not go against the temple mandates once her mother had married a man with a daughter three months older than Angelina.  

             Another reason to hate that dirty creature.  She thought she was so perfect, with her pert breast and her tantalizing little dark fuzz covered mound.  The fact that she was no longer the oldest and that meant she was no longer safe from the temple.  Not that the temple was bad, she was just not in a big hurry to get there. 

            The older woman's hands softly brushed her hair.  Her hands lightly lifting and smoothing the knee length bound hair.  “You have wonderful hair.  My compliments to your dresser.”  Her hands continue to weave in and out of Angelina’s soft red hair.

            Angelina had always been proud of her hair. She enjoyed having her hair brushed and played with.  Her breath quickened as if there was a direct line from the touch on her hair to the secret spot between her legs.  The strong caress by this woman with the strange accent both angered and excited her.

            “It is said that one must give up all connection to worldly matters to enter into the service of the goddess, Priestess.  Is this true?”  She tossed her hair over her shoulder as she turned to face the woman.

            “It is true that worldly matters distract one from proper reverence to the Goddess.”  The woman replied.  She did not remove her hand from the captured luxurious locks of fire.  “When one enters into the Goddess’ service one of the first lessons our novitiates learn is how to serve.”

            “How to serve, my lady?”  Angelina asked turning to face the shorter woman.  She had never seen the High Priestess this close.  Looking into the woman’s face, it was almost as if the woman before her was not looking at her but through her.  The Priestess face seemed to shift from younger to older somehow.  The only constant seemed to be her eyes.  Looking into the lady’s eyes was like looking up into the night sky full of stars.  Angelina turned away from her.

            “Yes child.  This sounds simple, no?  But service is more than following orders or doing what one is told.”  The priestess did not cease her caresses as she spoke.

            “Or mouthing words of a prayer?” Angelina offered.  Angelina realized that she could no longer hear any of the celebrations going on below them.

            “Or mouthing words of a prayer.”  The woman nodded seeming taller somehow.

            “What if one does not want to learn to serve, my lady?  The goddess or anyone else?  What if one does not know what it is that one wants to do?”  Angelina tilted her head as she felt more than heard the rushing sound in her ears.

            “We all serve the goddess child.  In one way or another.  Some in the temple have used their time there to learn how they can best serve the goddess.  You, being of age, have agreed to enter the service of the goddess, have you not?”  Angelina felt the woman’s body press against her.  Felt her arms surrounding her.  The priestess’ hand on her hair continued to send currents of pleasure through her.  A mixture of odors danced around her senses.  Angelina stiffened, repulsed and attracted by the strength of this woman.  Strength.  There is no strength here Angel girl.  Here is only illusion.  She can not use true magic so has resorted to illusion to seduce you.

            “My Lady Ziane, I have agreed to enter the temple.” She pulled away from the woman’s strong arms.  “I believe in the goddess and I have heard of your reputed powers of persuasion.  But I am not some wide eyed village child that will automatically find comfort in your arms.  I will enter the temple on the Springs dawn because it is my lady mothers wish that I do so.  I will not be seduced by your gentle words.” 

             Ziane inhaled deeply.  Through the layers of silk the young woman was wearing came the undeniable scent of her sex.  Ziane saw the pink flush of the young woman‘s cleavage.  The tops of her pink areolas darkened as they strained against the confining silks of the green bodice.  “All are welcome at the temple for whatever reasons send them Lady Angelina.  Perhaps with the gentle goddess’ blessings we shall help you find that which you seek.”

            Feeling a small amount of satisfaction, Angelina allowed a smile to cross her face.  She had broken the illusions the High Priestess had thrown at her.  “When I enter the temple walls perhaps we shall continue this conversation.  May the goddess grant you a good evening, madam.”  Hesitating only a moment before turning so that she could catch the look on the over confident woman‘s face.  Turning so that she could press her breast against the hand that held her hair.

            “Angelina.”  The priestess did not raise her voice but Angelina’s haughty retreat was interrupted just at the moment when her breast pressed into Ziane's tress filled palm. “You agreed to enter the service of the goddess.  Passing through the gates of the temple is only a formality for friends and family.  From the moment that the goddess accepted you, you belonged to Her.” 

            As Ziane spoke, Angelina felt her nipple harden against the woman's hand. 

            “At this moment Priestess Ziane, I am under the Queen Matori's roof and her protection from you and your temple.  Now if you will excuse me, I must attend upon my lady mothers needs.”  Angelina lowering her eyes from the woman's gaze effected a deep curtsy.  Her movements, reeking of sarcasm, caused her hair to envelop the priestess’ hand.

            “What of your needs?  I have seen those desires that you think secret Angelina.  You are in need of a guide or you will be lost.  Someone to show you how best to use your gifts.  Someone who will,”  closing her hand into a fist around the full silky tresses, Ziane pulled Angelina’s hair down and to her, “set you apart from the others.”  Forcing the surprised woman to her knees, she pressed the startled girl’s face against her crotch.

            Your lessons will start now.  The first lesson for you to learn is that whatever the Queen, the King, or anyone else has and gives is by the will of the goddess.  Angelina heard the woman’s confident voice inside her head. 

            Angelina’s mouth opened in a silent scream against Ziane's silk robes as unbelievable pain rocked her body.  Flashes of blindly light pierced through her. She could not breathe. Every muscle in her body cramped randomly.  Her skin burned where it touched the fabric of her clothes, the polished marbled floor of the balcony, and Ziane’s hand.  As suddenly as the pain started, it stopped.  Gasping for breath, she looks up at Ziane.  The woman had not moved.  Minutes passed as Angelina recovered.      Surprised to see no blood covering her hands, she looked up questioningly at the high priestess. As their eyes met, Angelina realized the power of this woman.  The power that had created these feelings inside of her could be turned to others.  Angelina wanted to learn more of the woman who had the power of the goddess at her command.  She tried to relax muscles that had become clenched throughout her body.

            The next lesson you to learn is one of respect.  During your time of service at the temple, my sweet flame, I AM THE GODDESS.

            The young woman inhales sharply preparing for another painful blast but instead feels her body explodes in pleasure.  Every sense feeding currents of pleasure to her brain.  Her nipples and clit suddenly so erect and swollen they hurt.  Drowning in a long continuous climax from the feel of her dress against her skin, the smell of the woman‘s heady perfume, Angelina fought for breath as the sensations stopped as abruptly as the pain had.  Tears streamed down her face unchecked.

            “You have agreed to enter the temple and be bound by its edicts?  Speak child.”

            “I have. And I will my lady.” Angelina panted.  Her cunt juices streaming down her thighs. She had never before experienced such power.  Memories of the pain that had wracked her body faded quickly as her pussy ached with loss as evidence of her pleasure.   It was almost worth the pain.  Almost.  “Thank the goddess in her wisdom for granting me this opportunity to learn to serve Her.”

            Priestess Ziane smiled down at the woman kissing her foot.  If you prove worthy, I will stoke your little flickering flame into a raging inferno.

Chapter Ten

            Opening her eyes wide she saw Petre staring intently at her.  His only facial expression seemed to be an arching of an eyebrow.

            “Madam, you have been in my presence for only two hours.”  His fingers continued to pump in and out of her pussy with a steady rhythm.  His thumb stroking her pussy lips. 

            “I ask you again Lady Leigh.  Is it your intentions to present yourself for my amusement in this my Special Dungeon?”

            “For your amusement and pleasure my Lord.”  The crash of her orgasm around his fingers causes her tremble in his arms.  

            “Madam, if there comes a time when I become, shall we say too intense for you.”  He added another finger to her spasming pussy and pumped harder.  “Then you have only to ask for a glass of wine for all activity to cease.  Do you understand?”

            “A glass of wine... to stop.  ummm Yes Petre....”  She felt his fingers withdraw.  Her pussy is hollow as she hits the floor.  Understanding her error as he released her, she fell to the floor and kissed his slipper.  Her tender breasts and tortured nipples sent tingles of electricity to her clit. 

            “My lord,  forgive my presumption.”  She crawled toward him slowly.  Lowering her head to kiss his polished dress boot.

            After two minutes have passed, she is lifted by one arm and propped against what looks to be a stone alter.  It is cold against her skin. 

            Alarmed, she struggles not to show it.  There is something on the altar.  She feels a body beneath her but sees nothing except the stone alter.  She is placed kneeling above a head her knees against what feels like a shoulder.  Glancing at the mirror, she sees only herself and Sir Petre, three feet in front of her.  Her cunt is opened and inspected by unseen fingers.  Petre placed a gloved hand on her head and pushes her face downward.  She feels hands from below her grab her ass and a mouth lock onto her clit.  Sighs of ecstasy escape her lips.  Pushing against her mouth, though she sees nothing but air, is what feels like a cock.  She opens her mouth, feeling it thrust through her lips. 

            She has played this game this game before, two men and her. But never with an invisible man, woman, thing.  Better Sir Mage but I can still show you a few tricks of my own.  Determined to give a good show, she reaches out to wrap her hand around the unseen flesh.  She pumps it as she swirls her tongue around the head in her mouth. 

            A sharp sting across her ass makes her buck against the mouth on her pussy.   She finds it hard to concentrate on the cock in her hands as the crop, switch, whatever is played against her ass so relentlessly as it alternated with the mouth on her clit.  She trembled, grinding against mouth beneath her. The tongue relentlessly sucked her swollen clit.  Her cunt made sucking noises as it convulses, begging to be filled.

            Sir Petre moved behind her. She could feel his gloved hands spread the cheeks of her ass as the firm flesh of a cock is pressed against her wet slit. She moved her ass to him to give him better access and feels her lips being stretched further and further apart.  She wondered what is inserting into her and how big it is.  Dear Goddess that can not possibly be his cock!  No man is so huge.  How much will I be able to take it before it splits me into? 

            Her clit trapped inside the mysterious mouth.  Sucking her clit as she sucked the hard cock.  Licking when she licked.  Looking into the mirror she only sees Petre behind her feeding her pussy his monster cock. She looked to be floating in air as another climax washed over her.

            Oh god.  Will he put it in my ass as well?  The thought was enough to make her pussy walls continue to convulse and cream around the monster being inserted in her.  Petre stroked in and out of her tight pussy.  Each stroke going deeper into her cunt.

            Without warning he rammed the great monster into her cunt, causing her to cry out.  The unseen rod in her mouth thrust against the back of her throat, making her gag around it before it eased back.  Petre’s cock kissed the mouth of her womb.  And stopped.

            She has never been so filled, so complete.  She felt him everywhere.  Her stomach, she smelled him.  She wished that she could taste his lips and look into his eyes.  She contents herself with the fulfilling the task he has set before her.  Sucking this cock as Petre filled her entire being.  How could I ever have thought to...?  He knows everything that I planned to do.  I will please him.  By the Goddess let me please him so that he will continue to want to fill me.

            She started to tremble as Petre pulled out of her completely.  She was empty.

 A tongue replaced his cock, tongue fucking her. It was good but it was not enough.

            “Oh Lord Petre....  Please” she is amazed at the desperation in her voice.

            “Yes Madam.”   She is amazed at how calm he sounds.  How can he be so calm when he wants me as much as I want him.

            She can feel the invisible cock poised against her lips.  “Please put your hardness back into me.”

            “Madam?” He asked.

            “Fuck me, my lord.  Fill me with your wonderful manhood. Please fuck me.”  He pushed the huge rod once more against the opening of her wet slit.  Holding her ass so that she is stopped when she tried to push against him.  She can hear the slurping mouth on her cunt.

            “Fuck me my lord.  Please fuck me.”

            Petre stroked in and out of her cunt.  His long strokes rammed into her.  She rocked against the invisible being beneath her.  She had stopped counting the orgasm, having lost track of how many times.  She only knew that she never wanted it to end. 

            Petre felt Leigh pussy sucking him deeper and deeper into her wet mound.  Other women have taken his member inside of them but none as quickly or without complaint as this Lady Leigh had.  None of them had grinded their hips into his as he filled them.  None of their cunts sucked his cock deep into their tight cunts as this one had.  Or begged for more of his enormous cock.  His large member was so big he had never before felt his balls press against an ass as it was buried inside of a real woman.  If not for the familiar kiss of a womb, he would have thought her one of his hollow magical constructs.  Perhaps she will accept all of me.

           
Chapter Eleven

            “My mother is alive?”  Aladria could see the anger building inside of the girl. 

            “All this time she has been alive has been content to leave me here with this woman?”  Direlle crossed the room and peered out of the window.  “Treated as a less than a servant!”  She turned to face Aladria.  Hot tears leaving a trail down her face.

            “Was her love for my father so great that she could simply toss him and an infant aside?  Would a half-breed daughter jeopardize her glorious position with the Elven Queen Rodri?”

            “No.”  Aladria spoke so softly that it stopped her.  “What did you say?”

            “Sit down”

            “No.”

            “As you wish.  To be a lady-in-waiting to the Elven Queen Rodri one must be of royal blood.  Your mother loves her cousin, the Queen Rodri, very much.  And Queen Rodri returns her love.  But she is in constant danger from all quarters.  There were assassination attempts on a regular basis.  Most often the targets were children.  Your father helped quell the murders by capturing those responsible.  But not all were found.  Queen Rodri and your mother were both blessed by the goddess at the same time to give birth.”

            “Knowing that her child had to be raised within the walls of the palace as the next ruler, she and your mother did not wish to expose you to the same threats.  So many children had been lost already.  Gerran reluctantly brought you back here, to his home.”

            “No one could know of your existence as only Queen Rodri's children and your mothers were of royal blood.”   

            Aladria clears away the traces of their meal and pulls out a packet of leaves that she insists is perfect for after dinner conversation.  Direlle begins to works through her anger with her parents as Aladria tells her stories of her people and of the Elven court and her theory of party etiquette.  “Mingle.“

            “To mingle.“ Repeating what the woman had said. 

            “No.  M. I. N. G. L. E.  Move.  Never stay in one spot very long.  Instinct.  Always trust your instincts.” Counting off the points of the acronym on her fingers.  “Nuance. There are subtle hints in every movement or speech pattern.   Games.  When three people are together at any court function there will always be a game or two being played.  Court itself is a game of politics.  And the most important are the last to things to remember in any gathering. Learn the Exits.  Move Instincts Nuance Games and Learn Exits.”

            Direlle remembered when she used to watch her stepmother and father dance, laughing as her father would catch each of the girls up in his arms and dance with them as well.  Saving Direlle for last he would always dance the longest with her. 

            Aladria told Direlle stories of her grand dame.  She was a most practical woman.  “She would constantly be muttering about form and function.  She was an advisor to several royal courts and designed dresses for everyone - Queen Matori to servant.”

            “I wish to meet them, Aladria.”

            “I can not change the past, princess. But maybe it is time that you experienced your life as it should have been.”  Standing as if coming to a decision.  “And the best way to start for Direlle Aje’ Martine of the Southern Island Vale to go to the ball.  And of course, they need to meet you as well.”

            “Direlle Age’ Martine of the Southern Island Vale.  OK, that would make you a mage also?”, Direlle asks laughingly.

            “Family business, child.  What can I say?”

Chapter Twelve

            Lady Leigh gasped for breath as another climax hit her. The mysterious mouth continued attention to her very swollen clit.  The unseen cock thrusting in and out of her mouth.  Petre’s member filled her very soul.  Lost in pleasure her head rolls from side to side. 

            She noticed for the first time a man standing before her, a real man. Arms outstretched as if holding something apart.  The man was masked with black lace but is most definitely male.  His purplish-red cock is hard and shiny.  Surprised that she can see him, she checks the mirror.  He is still there.  

            He reaches forward and grabs one of Leigh's tender breasts.  She yelps with a mixture of pain and pleasure as he squeezed her breast.  His hand, glistening with oil, is  wrapped around his twitching cock.  Placing his cock several inches below Leigh's mouth, she watched as his hard member is squeezed as he inches it forward. He grunts as he begins to pump his hips back and forth.  His glistening cock very visible. The skin pulled taunt.  He must be in its... his ass.  

            “Oh sweet fucking goddess. Yes!”  The masked man leaned forward crushing her against a body her eyes tell her not there.  He screamed against her back as he rocks his hips. Her titties smashed against unseen flesh.  

            Her head bumping against the masked mans muscled stomach as Petre inches more of his hard cock into her tight wet hole.  She blinked as she tasted pre-cum fluid seeping from the cocked on her tongue. 

            Petre smacked her ass.  The blow sent a torrent to pleasure through her and her pussy clamping around his member. I thought he would pull me over his knee in the beginning.  They all seem to want to start that way.

            She feels increased fervor as the tongue licked her clit.  Long licks that include to Petre‘s monstrous cum-drenched cock buried deep inside of her.  She moaned around the dick in her mouth. 

            “Sweet goddess, fuck me harder sir.” 

            Petre face contorted with pleasure as he smacked the ladies pretty round ass in time with the masked mans thrusts.  His thrusting hips almost dancing in time with the rhythm to the music of Leigh’s greedy pussy.  He closed his eyes and grabbed her hips.  His magic continuing to provide a steady musical beat as her ass cheeks reddens more and more with each hard musical swats.

             The hard member jumped in her mouth each time his unseen ass was speared by the masked man.  She felt the body stiffen below her.  The mask man hesitated a moment before he rammed faster into the unseen ass. 

            Hands all over her, she can feel the walls of her pussy constricting around Petre’s cock as he starts to pound her cunt faster and faster.  “Let me feel you cum inside me, my lord... my master.”  Her ass jumping with the blows that fell like rain from the gloved hand.  Painful blows that transform into pleasure as her cunt tenses around the monstrous shaft.

            The masked man moved faster and faster in and out of the invisible ass.  His red member seems to bulge.  Leigh watches as  cum exploding from his cock vanish almost as if it is sucked out of existence. 

            “Oh fuck yes. Take. It. All. You. Sweet. Sweet. Slut. You.” She was unsure of whose voice had spoken or to whom it was directed but the words were punched home with each thrust into her mouth and pussy.  Even the masked man pumped to their rhythm.  Hot shots of jizz splash into her mouth.  Surprising her.  Hitting the back of her throat as she swallows it all.  She no longer wondered about the magical creature however.  Leigh sees him pull his still oiled member out of the unseen orifice. He caressed her face as she hungrily swallowed the cum.  Drinking down the cum flooding her mouth, her mind was on Petre and his magical cock deep inside of her.

            Petre pulls out of her.  Her pussy is sore, but not as sore as it should be.  He pulled her hair.  She can no longer feel the body beneath her. 

           
Chapter Thirteen

            She is placed into a peaceful sleep. Direlle dreamed of being pampered, as a lady of court would be.  Fed and groomed as any fine lady could ever hope to be. 

            Sitting up on the boulder Direlle saw the naked body of man lying on the muddy dock only a few yards away from her.  His discarded clothing with the crest of the blood red rose vines circling the soaring eagles head lying on the small wooden dock beside him proclaim him a knight of the royal guard.  He must have been in the water and soon lost consciousness trying to pull himself out. 

            His ass was reddened.  Probably the saddle she supposed.  She gave herself over to her imagination and pictures herself as the one spanking his ass with her callused hand.  His rock hard cock thumping under her thigh. Her body shiver with pleasure. 

            Staring at the sleeping well-formed body before her she wondered what his member looked like and if he would erupt as much and as far as the groomsman had when he turned over.

            She eyed his hardness as he sleeps and imagines herself riding it.  She wondered what it would be like to feel it deep inside of her.  What movements and sounds could she pry from his reddened ass when she grabbed it and pulled him deeper inside of her?  The groomsman her stepmother entertained was longer and this one was slightly curved to the left and looked thicker. 

            She creeps closer and finds one side of his face covered in grim and blood.  She vaguely wonders if he is as appealing on the other side of his face and creeps forward.  She decides to tie the hands of the stranger to one wooden pole of the deck.  His feet to the opposite pole.   Reaching out she touches his hardness.  Her hand pumps the firm member. 

            He wakes up to find himself tied down and a young woman sitting beside him.  Startled by his awakening, Direlle stands up and places the heel of her foot on his balls so that her toes are barely covering the head of his cock.  She feels him start to go limp. 

            “Who are you?  What do you want here?”

            “I... um ... I”

            “Who are you?  What do you want here?”  She shifted her weight and applied pressure as she asked.

            “Please,”

            Direlle applied more and more pressure

            “Storm...  I am called Storm.”

            “That's better....”  Not removing the pressure of her foot from his member as he squirmed, “and What do you want here Storm?”  She feels his hardness returning.

            “My... ... horse threw me...  Milady please you ... you are crushing my dick.” 

            “Yes.  Storm.  I am...  I see no horse.”  She added more pressure and yes the hardness is now even greater than before he woke.

            “It ... it ...was a newly brought steed Milady.” 

            She thinks of this and understanding dawns on her that the horse has been trained to return to its master.  A common scam.

            “I am sure the Queen Matori is not aware of the foolishness of her knight.”  - She applies an additional amount of pressure to his cock so that she is nearly standing on him. 

            “Yes Milady.”  This is all he manages before his cock erupts. 

            As she feels it pumping under her foot she sees the first shot hit his chest.  She removes her foot and watches and the cock seems to jump on it own volition.  Cum hit her toes. 

            A smile crosses her face as she says....  How dare you defile me?  She does not understand why she is being so bold only that it feels so right.

            Moving to stand over his head she places her foot to his mouth.  Opening it without hesitation he licks it clean.  She glances at his member to watch it shrivel and is surprise that his hardness is still there. 

            Seeming almost saddened that it was all gone.  He continues licking her foot.  His tongue traces the curve of her instep and slides between each of her toes.  Incredible sensations flood through her as he sucks her foot into his mouth.  She pushed her foot deeper into his mouth as mini climaxes cascade through her.

            He has enough slack he struggles to his knees.  Starting at the base of her foot he works his way up to her thighs and kisses the reddish brown mound between her legs.

            She adjusts her stance to give him slightly better access to her pussy.   Her leg hooks over his shoulder.  She can feel his cock rubbing against her calf as he buries his face, eagerly kissing and licking, into her wetness.   He is torn between thrusting his tongue into her soft red petals and wrapping his tongue around her clit.  Her moans of pleasure convince him to concentrate on her long red clit. Sucking it into his mouth as if it were a tiny cock.   As she climaxes again and again, he thrust his tongue deep into her and feels her pussy draw his tongue inside of her.  Her cunt clamping around it.  He slurps and drinks down her nectar.

            She spasms with pleasure being supported by his strong hands on her ass.  As she glances down she sees a man now no longer covered with blood and grime.  She wonders if her leg is now covered with the stuff that covered his face and realizes that he is somehow cleaner now.  She sees his head start to rise and.. . 

            When she awakened Direlle realized that it was not all a dream.  Her hair and nails are done and she smells sweet in her large soft towel.  There is no soreness in her legs from kneeling on the floor scrubbing.  The aches in her back gone.  A luxurious white fur surrounded her.   

            “Sweet dreams, princess?”  Smiling, Aladria held up a shimmering sheer veil.  “Time to get dressed, sweetness.”  The veil’s color changed from clear to mist white, gradually shifting its color throughout its length.   Standing and trying the veil she stretched out her arms and the veil did not seem to shorten. 

            “Its weave magic sweetness.  The veil is to keep you hidden yet seen. However I am not responsible for this lovely bit.  It is in the fashion of the old island courts.  Nor the shoes.”

            “The shoes.  What...  oh great Goddess.”  Direlle gasped as Aladria pulled from her bag a pair of shoes that looked to be made of glass.

            “No I am not as good at that type of thing as your grand dame was but these are two of her favorite pieces. The veil has special qualities.”

            “So no one will be able to recognize me?”  Direlle asked thinking she understood. “Or maybe I will be veiled from my stepfamily’s eyes?”

            “This is not a masquerade ball princess, everyone will see you for who you are.  They could describe every actual part of your face that they see in great detail.”

            “Then what is the purpose of the veil.  My stepfamily is at the palace and will be sure to notice me.  I shall be humiliated and the ice hag will punish me.”

            “When you are through with your rant please inform me.”  Aladria placed the material over her head and Direlle felt it flow into place over her white gown. “All the veil does is shield you from controlling magicks.  This is where you are to say, Oh” she said laughing. 

            “Oh.”  Direlle giggled.     

            “And the shoes are what... crystal?  Surely they can not be glass!”

            “Glass!  Are you daft girl?  Why use glass for such a thing?  A chip or an extra pound or two and the poor thing would shatter.  They are twin diamonds.”

            “Diamonds!” 

            “Yes.  Wonderful are they not.  Twin Diamonds brought to the light from the first mountains in the lands of the old ones. And they are your size too.”

            Direlle just stared at her mouth agape. 

            “Trust me sweetness.  You can not harm them.”  

            “What magic do they possess?”, she asked quietly.

            “Well to that know for sure I would need to now how exactly she made them.  Unfortunately, that is quite beyond my gifts.  Beyond the gifts of most I would imagine.  But, aye, your grand dame was a gifted mage.”   Aladria smiled at the change in tone.  Direlle no longer doubted the existence or the impossibility of magic.  There was a genuine curiosity in that question.  Aladria returned her gaze to the shoe.  After a few moments she wondered if there were huge diamond feet pendants somewhere.

            “These shoes possess one of the greatest secrets of clothing that have plagued folk since the Goddess was a girl.  Comfort.  The secret of keeping your feet and legs comfortable so that you can dance or stand all night long.  They mold themselves to fit only the owner of the shoes.  In them you will not stumble nor fall.  Trust me sweetness, armies past present and future would gladly kill for that lost bit of magic.”  Chuckling.

            “My grandmother made this.  I wish I had known her as well as others of my mother’s family.” 

            “Listen sweetness...  family is family the worlds over.  No matter how loving or crazy they are.  Come now Direlle, we have a ball to attend.”

            “I would very much like to visit my... family one-day.” She whispered, staring at the shoes. 

            Aladria only nodded.  “As for the clothing and shoes princess, they are timed magic.  As such it may only last only while as long as the moon is reflected in the lake.” 

            “Why?”

            “Because your grand dame had a thing about effect lighting or maybe because it is just old magic. It just is.”

            “So how do I get to the ball?  Mice into horses?  Pumpkins into carriages?”, the girl asked half-jokingly.

            “Princess, mice are not close to horses and I am not cleaning out a pumpkin just to give you a ride.  Let us use something better fitted to our purposes, hmm.” 

            The thought of Aladria elbow deep inside a pumpkin gave Direlle a fit of the giggles. 

            “A buggy from the barn that needs a touch or two.  A pair of great white horses that have developed a bad habit of running away from new owners.  And...  What am I forgetting?”

            “A driver God mother?”

            “Of course.  Godmother is nice to hear from your lips princess.” Flicking the girls nose.  What are we going to use as a driver?  Well, I am not busy tonight.”  With her arms above her head she lowered them over herself slowly.  She was encased in a shower of light and sparkles.  When she straightened, she was no longer a she.  A tall muscular man in a black uniform stands in front of an amazed Direlle.

            Bowing from the waist before Direlle, the man said, “Princess, your carriage awaits your pleasure.”

            Running into the arms of her godmother Direlle came to a conclusion.  “When you renew your journey home to the Southern Isle Vales I will accompany you.  Will you be my guide back home?”

            “I am at your command princess.”  You should have left years ago, my princess.  You have been under a great depression not caring what was done to you.  I hope this is the beginning of better happier more peaceful for you.

 
Chapter Fourteen

            Petre turned Leigh to face him, her ass on the edge of the altar.  Leering up at him she wrapped her legs around him as he slides his cock into her once again.  Her pussy is sore but welcomed him inside.

            “You have such potential pet.  You have pleased me.”  She felt it then.  Something released inside of her.  Leigh does not realize that she is crying.  She had pleased him.  He had fucked her thoroughly and she had pleased him.  She wished that she could stay at his side, his feet, wherever he wished her.  He would keep her safe.  He understood what she needed.  What she yearned for. 

            “Would you like to belong to me?”  He crushed her to him.  She lowered her head to suck on his nipple.  She felt his monster cock jump inside her.

            Moving her face across his chest, she answers, “My sweet lord Petre.  Please.  I am afraid.” 

            Petre continued to silently watch her face.  Doubt crossed his mind about the woman in front of him.  Had he expected too much from her in these short hours? Had he scared her with his need? 

            “I would like to be given the chance to please you in whatever manner you wish.  To belong to you.”

            “But you are afraid of displeasing me, is that it Lady?”

            “I know I can please you my Lord. At least sexually, that is.  Have I not proved it?” She knew her tone betrayed her.  But she had a greater fear.  “I am afraid that you will be overwhelmed by my need for you, my Lord.  And you will tire of me.”  

            Raising her chin with one hand he lowered his face to kiss her.  His tongue slid into her mouth and then divided itself to wrap around her tongue.  Startled by the two tongues she hesitated. 

            Removing his face from hers, he looked down at her for signs of revulsion.  “Do you now wish wine my lady?” His aching cock nestled half way inside of her.

            “No my lord.  My master.”  She whimpered against his heaving chest.  “I wish only to serve you.   I thank the goddess for blessing me.”  She felt his wonderful cock buck inside her. 

            “My lord,” she said looking deeply into his eyes, “Release your need.”  He moaned as she drove her hips forward.  Her tight box slammed down around his cum drenched cock.  She reclined on the altar.  With her legs spread over his arms her raw ass rubbed against the smooth marble alter.  

            Petre closed his eyes and slowly dissolved one of his personal shields.  He pulses inside of her.  Sees her gasps in amazement as the monster inside of her grew.  Widening and lengthening with each pulse.  Her pussy lips are stretched tight around the growing thing.  He could feel her pussy try to tighten around the enormity of his cock. 

             Slowly, almost tenderly, his breathing heavy, he wrapped his arms around her thighs and he began to fuck her creamy opening. 

            “My lord.  Fuck me.”  He heard his kitten beg him. Pleading between gasps of air as he starts to plow into her.  Never has anyone accepted all of me.  My humongous cock.  My forked tongue.  ahhhhgg...  my need to fill your pretty little pussy.  Leaning forward his tongue swirled around her nipple.  Letting down more of his shields, his tongue lengthened and split to capture the hard morsel as he sucked it into his mouth. 

            Unable to contain himself he slammed into her.  No longer restraining himself as he rammed his dick faster and faster in and out.  Grunting with surprised as he feels her hips move in time to his. 

            “Arghhhh.  My sweet fucking Leigh.”  His arms crushed her legs to him as what seems to be gallons scalding jizz splashed against her womb.  Spilling out of her.  Her pussy convulsed madly around the throbbing monstrous cock as yet another orgasm crashed through her. She was not sure if the sparkles of light in her eyes were magic as she fought not to pass out. 

            Pulling his head from her heaving chest so that they are face to face, she kissed him.  Her tongue playing with his. Darkness overcame her. I never will ask for wine again. 

           
Chapter Fifteen

            Direlle arrived in a much shorter time than she had imagined possible.  The second evening’s ball has only just begun.  She presented her invitation that she had not realized that she has been clutching.  She is surprised to hear the steward announce her as Princess Direlle Age’ Martine of the Southern Island Vale. As she enters the main ball area, she stopped.  Her initial curiosity forgotten.  Memories of running through the halls of this place flood her mind.  I have been here before.  Her smile reflects the glow of warmth from her memories.

            During the procession she is unaware of being watched by one and all.  She glanced to the right and remembered a servant’s passage, hidden so those servants would pass unnoticed.  She remembered games of hide and seek played with other children of the court.

            She realized that the procession has stopped and once again the name she heard the steward use is being spoken.  Before her on a raised dais were a couple that could only be the High King Vincenzio and Queen Matori of the Vales.  There is a faint trace of astonishment that Direlle had seen on the other faces of the court that is quickly hidden by the couple.  The pair shared a glance and then an intimate smile.  First at each other as if sharing some secret then at Direlle. Not knowing what else to do she curtsied to the floor.  “Thou art welcomed as an honored guest to mine home and hearth.  Princess Direlle. It has been too long since the court has had the honor of the presence of the Southern Isle Vale.”

            “May the Goddess bless thee and thine for giving shelter and comfort to I, her lowliest of servants.  Your majesty then sure it is a loss for the Southern Isle Vale to be deprived of your graciousness.” 

            She is asked to rise and is invited by the Queen Matori to join her later to speak more of her homeland.  Direlle told the story that Aladria prepped for her to Queen Matori that she has been away a very long time and remembers little of interest.  The royal pair nodded and beckoned to someone behind her.  Turning slightly, she saw a man in what looked to be a black uniform with silver and royal blue insignia enter from a side corridor accompanied by two women.  The prince removes his arm from the women (whom Direlle recognized as her stepsisters).  Taking his leave of them, he made his way toward the dais.  She glanced around the cluttered hall for a glimpse of her stepmother. 

            The veil forgotten covered her face, she turned so that the twins would not see her face so she did not watch the prince approach.  Watching, instead, the apparent love and pride on the faces of the Royal couple as their son approaches.  She could feel him brush lightly past her and was engulfed in his scent.  She inhaled deeply, her eyes downward and once again heard her name spoken softly this time as Queen Matori is presents her to Prince Stephen.

            Looking into his eyes she curtsied again.  He smiled at her and asked for the pleasure of a dance with her before the evening is over.  She replied, “I shall look forward to it, my Prince.”

            The steward who had been privately conversing with the King left the dais and presented his arm to her.   She smiled and curtsied once again to the royal family before she is led to one of the high tables on the dais.  After reaching her seat, she noticed that the grand ballroom is set up in a double horse shoe fashion with the Royal pair at the top. 

            The gracious steward walked away from where he had deposited her toward the smiling face of Lady Nicia the dressmaker and ....  Lady Leigh!  Offering a silent prayer to the Goddess, Direlle silently beseeched the help of her unknown grand dame’s mage skills.  Wait...  she was smiling!  She actually looks happy.  Not just like a cat with a canary but something more.   Apparently Lady Leigh had found suitable matches for either herself or her daughters.  Or, from the looks of it, both.  Direlle shook her head in wonder as she lifted her goblet of etched crystal as she watched a man in uniform escort Lady Nicia to the dance floor.

            There was room set up between the double rows of tables that servants could past between the seated guest with out trouble.  The dance area was inside the covered tables. 

Here the men and women in all manners of color and fashion danced and laughed.         “Master Hollings, himself has decided to honor us this last night.”  She heard a voice from her left say.  Turning she found herself in the presence of a woman that reminded her hauntingly of Lady Aladria.  Following heavily made up lady’s gaze she hears the music floating down from the balconies.  Of course it would have been playing all along.  I must really be Goddess struck with awe.  I thought that music was from inside me.

            “We are indeed favored by the goddess,” Direlle agreed. “They are a marvel.”

            “That they are,” The woman smiles and touches her hand.  Direlle finds her nervousness is gone but her excitement and wonder remain. 

            He is near.  “Prince Stephan.”  She feels his presence before she turns around.  The guest to her left is gone and she finds Prince Stephen staring down at her.  I could lose myself in those eyes.

            “It would be a shame to not honor their gift.”  He held out his hand.  Placing her hand in his there is a visible spark when they touch.

            “It seemed that we are goddess kissed, Princess” he smiled at her.

            “You have been listening to old wives my Prince” she returning his smile. 

            “My lady mother,” Direlle caught her breath at the words.  “The queen really does not like it when I tell her age my lady.”  He finished. 

            She moved her hand to his arm as he led her to the dance floor.  Unaware of how much time has passed as she is whirled across the floor chatting with the witty and handsome prince. 

            “We are wearing out the others of the court dancing like this.  Perhaps we should make less work for their shoemaker?” Prince Stephen suggested.

            “Perhaps our pity should be reserved for their poor overworked feet of the court.”

            “My lady is as charming as she is beautiful.  Shall we?”  Leading her out to the garden, Petre wondered about the stunning woman on his arm. 

            Across the room King Vincenzio and Queen Matori announced their departure for the evening after watching their son fall for the island princess.

Chapter Sixteen

            During the evenings festivities Victoria watched the Queen Matori, entranced by her graceful movements.  Only tearing her gaze away when the Princess from the Southern Vale whatever was introduced.  Later when the Queen Matori had taken her leave Victoria missed her presence.  Victoria returned to the rooms to pack.  In the room Trina was speaking with a young woman in pink.  When she entered, both women bowed to her from the waist.  “A messenger my lady.” Trina said as she straightened.

            “Lady Victoria the Queen Matori begs a moment of your time.” Trying to cover her shock she followed the young woman with pink crest lace covering her pointy little titties. “Of course. I will go to her at once.”  After what seemed to Victoria as an endless journey of twist and turns they came upon the guarded doors of the Queen Matori's chambers.  To be in her presence again, I will follow you to the ends of the world.

            “Your servant your highness.” She curtsied deeply before the Queen Matori.  May I say your highness is beauty and grace

            “Thank you.” she turned as the attendant closed the double cedar doors behind her.  “Victoria, let me get straight to the point.  I want you as one of my ladies-in-waiting.  Close your mouth dear it is quite unladylike.” 

            “Forgive me your highness.  Surely there are others more capable, worthier than I to serve your majesty?” She stammered.  The message was still tucked in her bodice.  She had not let it out of her possession lest it turn into a dream.  Oh Goddess Great Tits, I forgot to reply!

            “Are you saying no to the position, Lady Victoria?  Shall I offer the position to one of those more capable and worthy ones?”

            “My lady with all of my heart I wish to be in your presence.  I am most honored that you would even consider me?  I am afraid that I am unfamiliar with the duties of a lady-in-waiting.”  Victoria flushed.  “I am afraid that I will appear foolish or somehow embarrass you?”

            “Sit here beside me Victoria.”  The queen lounged on the divan in front of the fire.  “I have noticed your interest in me Victoria.  I wonder how deep it goes.”

            “My lady if you wished it I would ... I would ... ”  Victoria stammered unable to think of a suitable reply for the High Queen.  How can I tell you that I would gladly drink your piss and lick you clean afterwards? She saw the queen waiting patiently for an answer.  “Great lady, there is nothing short of the Goddess Herself, that could stop me from completing any task that you would ask of me.”

            “That is more than an interest I would say Victoria.”  Matori reached inside of the young woman's bodice and pulled free one breast.  She pulled Victoria to her by her captured plump tittie and ran her tongue around the nipple.  Victoria did not know what to do.  She did not believe that this was happening.  This great woman was fondling her.  This is a test.  To see if I am really interested in serving her. 

            “What cunning little nipples you have Victoria.  Look how fast it has become erect.”  Victoria looked down at her breast in the queen’s hand.  “Yes my lady.”

            “I have shocked you Victoria.  Have I lost your interest already?” Matori asked amused.

            “Never Your Highness.  You could never lose my interest.  I am at your command.”  Victoria answered.  “I am honored that you would even notice me Your Highness.” 

            “We shall see.  You may remove my robe.” she said as she released Victoria’s breast.

            “Yes my lady.”  Victoria said.  She moved around the divan to remove the robe from the queen.  Since the queen had not told that she could cover her exposed breast she left it as the queen last touched it. 

            When she had the beautiful cotton robe neatly folded over her arm she stood in front of the queen.  “Where does my queen wish me to store this?”

            “Place it by the door.  Then return to me.”  Matori said.  When Victoria returned she did not know what to do.  I should not stand in her presence. 

            As Victoria dropped to her knees Matori watched her.  “Remove your clothes Victoria.  Hmmm.  Victoria is too formal a name between friends.  I shall call you Torrie.  It almost matches mine.”

            “I am honored that the queen calls me at all.”  Removing her clothes as the queen had commanded.

            “How sweet.”  Matori beckoned Victoria, now Torrie, closer so that she could once again taste her breast.  Torrie clasped her hands behind her back.  She was not given permission to touch the queen.  And without permission, touching the queen’s person was death.  Pulling a folded fan from under one of the numerous pillows around her, Matori traces an imaginary line around the curves of Torrie’s breast.

            “Very pretty indeed.”  Matori struck the outer side of the plump breast with the flat polished wood frame of the lace fan.  Torrie winced as she was struck again and again. This time on the underside of the breast. The next blow on the inside.  Matori struck her repeatedly, each blow alternating breast and sides.  Torie stared into the Queens eyes.  She is wonderful and she wants me to be in her presence.  Torie watched the Queens nipples harden as she delivered the blows.  She knew the Queen enjoyed this type of situation but Torie did not have the proper words to express what was happening but she knew that the Queen enjoyed giving pain.  And if that would make her Queen happy then she would learn to take it. 

            After she had delivered twelve blows to each of the girls breasts Matori returned the fan to its resting place.  She placed her mouth on the girl’s nipple and gently sucked it into her mouth.  She switched sides and repeated her actions with the other breast.  The painful stinging of the fan warred with the wonderful sensations produced by the queen’s mouth.  

            The young woman still had not said anything.  The older woman noticed the tears that had started to dampen from her cheek.  Matori drew her lips back to nibble on Tory's nipples.  “Cover yourself properly and return to your chambers Tori.  I await your reply to my message.”

            Victoria curtsied as she straightened her bodice and left the queens chambers.  By the time she had reached her apartments she had the exact wording to accept the queens invitation and what she would say in taking her leave from her mother and sister.

Chapter Seventeen      

            He danced her to one of the side corridors and pausing briefly to speak with a passing servant leads her out through the garden, down a vine covered path. At the end of the path they come to a terrace.     

            Inside candle lit rooms of Prince Stephen he knelt before her and placed his head in her lap.  Stroking her leg under her gown his hand caressed her ankle.  His breathing increased and there is a look of need mixed with expectation on his face that she did not know how to respond to.  Almost as if he wanted something but did not dare not ask.

            Looking down to his hand, she sees her glass slippers have been soiled by the garden.  “Oh my, what a mess I seem to have made of my slippers.  I fear I am unaccustomed to such finery.”

            “Please, my lady.  May I?”  Touching her ankle softly, he was afraid of bruising her with his rough touch.

            Uncertain as to what he was asking for exactly, she nods.  She heard him moan softly then bend down to place a kiss on each of her shoes.  He began to kiss and lick the slipper on her right foot.  He hesitated, and looks up at her.  Searching her face for any sign that he has disgusted this lady and finds none.  She has a calmness about her but is showing no expression whatsoever.

            “My lady, I have shamed myself.  I beg your forgiveness.” Lowering her foot and dropping his head.

            Now she understood what she had seen in his face before.  “Sir, you have only cleaned one slipper.  Is it your intention to leave the other soiled?”

            He continued licking until the shoe was sparklingly once again.  Turning his attention to the other until it too shines.  His shoulders quivered.  This is right.  The way it should be.  Wonder if she will allow me more.  Dare I hope?

            He could see her beautiful feet inside the slipper.  These are the most miraculous shoes ever created, he is convinced.  Sensing his need, Direlle slid her foot out of one slipper and placed it in the hands that are cupped on his thigh. 

            In his hands was the most delicately curved foot he has ever seen.  Each toe nails perfect and painted to match her gown.  She understands.  Oh great and wonderful Goddess, she understands.  The only coherent thought he could form at the moment.  He kissed each toe.  Then bathed the tiny delicate pink things with his tongue.  Positioning himself in such a way the when he is done with one foot it can rest in his lap against his throbbing member.  Stephen was lost in pleasure. 

            Direlle could feel his hardness beneath her foot and began to roll the ball of her foot over it.  He moaned with pleasure as her toes tickled him.  When he had finished cleaning that foot, he replaced it with the other in his lap. With her balls of her feet pressed together she leaned back and began to stroke up and down his shaft with her feet. 

            Stephan astonishment is plain as he looked up to her.  “My lady please.”

            “Yes my lord.  Do you not enjoy the feel of my feet on your royal cock?”

            “Beyond belief my lady,” he pants.  He bowed his head to watch his cock as it slides perfectly between her sweet little feet. 

            Shifting her weight, with his cock still trapped between her feet, Direlle pressed her heels down against his balls.  Drops of cum escaped the tip of his dick.  Direlle rubbed her foot on it as he moaned.  She removed her feet from his cock and smiled down at him.  Stephan raised the cum washed sole to his mouth and tenderly licked it clean.

            He kissed his way up her calf to her thigh, pausing to inhale her scent. He licked at the glistening soft fuzz covering her mound.  The tip of his tongue catching the beads of her pussy juice that had gathered on her down like cunt fuzz.  Sending currents tingling through her.  “You smell as sweet as honey my lady.“

            Stopping his kisses on her pussy lips, she pulled him up to her.  Kissing her hand, he sucked one of her fingers into his mouth.  “You are skilled with you mouth sir.  But now I wish to know of your other talents.  Remove your clothes.”

            “As you wish my lady.  I am my lady’s servant.”  Soon his clothes lay on the floor in a pile. 

            His attention was captured as she slowly unbuttoned the pearls of her bodice.  The gown slid over her breast and down the smooth flesh of her stomach.  Over the curve of her hips.  Until it lay at a pile at her beautiful feet.  Walking over to her, he gently picked her up and placed her on the bed.  “My lady should never tire herself while I am in her service.” 

            He trailed small kisses from her shoulders to her neck.  The pleasurable sensations of his mouth against her neck caused ripples of climaxes in her.  Her knees tingled.  She pulled him down on her with a kiss.  The weight of his body pressing against hers thrilled her.  Direlle moaned into his mouth.  His hardness thumping against the wet lips of her pussy.  Moving to the side a little he started to stroke the soft black fuzz.  Her moans giving him the confidence he needed to continue. 

            He fingers explored the pouting lips of her cunt.  He watched as her clit peeks out from between them, as if seeking attention.  Placing his thumb on her tiny red clit, Stephen pressed gently.  She arched her back as she groans into his mouth.  Her reactions to his ministration on her clit excited him.  Releasing her mouth, he moved his attention to her perk full titties.  Sucking on then the other into his mouth.  He pulled one nipple into his mouth.  Teasing it.  Sucking and gently biting the hardening bud.

            He drew circles decreasing in size around her wet womanly opening. The rocking of her hips let his tongue slip inside of her tight warm walls almost effortlessly.  Her juices covered his hand.  He removed it from the wetness of her pussy to smear the juices over her breast.  His lapped the sweet nectar from her nipples and fleshy mounds as he continued to finger fuck her.  Adding another finger.  “You taste as sweet as honey my lady.”

            Direlle wiggled against him.  She watched him lick her nipples and finally suck the breast whole into his mouth.  She arched her back forcing her chest against him.  Stroking his hair, she pressed his head to her chest as her cunt drinks his fingers.

            “Fuck me Stephen.” She whispered into his hair.

              Not hesitating, Stephen moved his body between her legs.  He wrapped his cum soaked hand around his member he guided it to her opening.  Her swollen clit begs to be kissed.  

            Thinking to ease into her, he is caught off guard as she thrusts her hip up.  Capturing his dick with her hot juicy cunt.  Stephen moaned as he began to slide slowly into her.  His cock delving deeper until it is buried inside her.  My cock fits inside her welcoming cunt so snuggly. So wonderfully.  Oh sweet goddess I could fuck you forever my sweet Direlle.

            “I did not say tease me sir.  I said fuck me.  Fuck me now.”  The sharp tone of her voice did not leave way for disobedience.  He rammed into her.  Once.  Twice. Grinding his hips against her.  Her clit pressed against his cock hairs.  Let her catch her breath for a second then I will continue to plow that pretty little pussy.

            Pulling him down to her for what he thought was to be a kiss, Direlle rolled on top of him.  His cock still buried inside of her.  His face jerked to the side and his hips bucked as her open palm slapped his face.  Bringing tears to his eyes.  She slammed down on his cock.  “Sir. What word was it that I said did you not comprehend?”

            “Now.  What did I say to you my spoiled little prince?”  Smiling as she squeezed the walls around his cock. 

            Stephen was shocked but not at the slap.  I deserved that for underestimating her.  Thinking she was a common lady of the court.  No lady of the court has ever sat upon my cock, moving naught but the walls of her sweet pussy.  He groaned as her pussy walls grinded around his cock. 

            The sound of the second slap across his face made him buck against her once more and brought his attention back to her. 

            “What did I say?” She asked again.  Stephen got the distinct impression that she would not ask again.  His mind reeled, from the slap and the feel of her creamy cunt milking his cock, to remember her last words. 

            “My lady .. said.. .” He paused as she started to rock her hips back and forth.  The movements caused a delicious friction against his dick.  “Fuck me, my lady.  Fuck me.”

            “As you wish my lord Prince.”  She could feel him swell inside of her a little more.   She began to bounce on his hard shaft.  Direlle worked her cunt up and down his shaft.  With each downward thrust she grinded her hips against his.  He put his hands under her thighs, his strong arms supporting her weight as she fucked him with her cunt.

            He wanted to cum when he first felt the walls of her pretty little snatch constrict around his hard rod.  He needed to cum as her cunt grew warmer and slicker.  He was afraid to cum, for fear of angering her.  Stephan moaned with her as she collapsed on his chest, her body trembling as she experienced another orgasm.

            “My lady, may I?” he asked trying not to gasp.

            As if remembering that he was there she raised her head from his shoulder and looked at him.  Direlle rolled off of him.  Glanced down at his pulsing member and said, “Now my lord.  Fuck me until you cum.”

            Stephan gently raised her legs and slipped his cock back into the warm wet slit.  When he felt his cock enveloped inside of her, Stephan could no longer restrain himself.  He rammed into Direlle‘s welcoming cunt.  His eyes closed as he thrust so hard against her that Direlle’s body slid further away from him with each powerful thrust.  He pulled her back to him roughly as he continued to pound her cunt.  “Direlle you are so beautiful.”  He raised her legs to his shoulder and turned his head to kiss and lick her foot as he fucked her.  “Oh dear sweet goddess.  So fucking good.”  He sucked all of her toes into his mouth as he cock blasted cum inside of her.

            “Fuck me.”  She watched his face contort as his cum spurted inside of her.  Her own climax quickly building.  He rocked inside of her as his royal seed spill out of her. 

            “I fear that I am soiled yet again.  Clean me.”  She commanded.

            “I am forever at your service my lady.”  Stephan smiled and eased his rod out of her.  Kissing each of her feet he bent over and lapped her creamy cum filled pussy.  Pausing only to suck on her engorged clit as he licked her pussy clean.  One hand massaging and caressing her foot as he did so.  He thrust his tongue deep inside of her and curled it, drawing gobs of their mixed cum from her cunt.  Direlle pulled a fistful of bedcovering into her mouth and screamed around it.  Her other hand pressed against his head.    

            Hearing her moans of pleasure he willingly bent to the pressure of her hand on the back of his head.  Forcing his head into her pussy, she felt his tongue swirling over her clit and in and out of her wet mound.  He eagerly devoured the cream gushing from her pussy.  Not stopping until she was not only clean but had cum against his mouth a third time.

            Glancing down she sees his head between her legs and remembers the dream she had of the lake.

             It was you.  You are the knight I dreamt of.

           
Chapter Eighteen

            Sir Petre watched Leigh as she slept.  She appeared to be all that he had hoped for but he knew appearances could be deceiving.  Lighting a candle he had taken from a concealed drawer of his alter he walked over to the sleeping woman.  He placed the candle six inches above the center of her exposed breasts.  Speaking the spell of levitation the candle remained in place when he removed his hand. 

            Sitting in the chair next to the bed he began to read his would be new companion.  Her emotions came to him first.  Ambition, Lust, Greed, Hatred, Longing.  Each emotion had an assortment of people surrounding it.  He recognized several of the faces Vincenzio, Gerran, Gregor, her daughter, Matori.  There were several he did not recognize.  He noted each mentally before continuing on.  Petre probed further. He formed an image of Gerran when he had last seen him a fortnight before his murder.  Placing that imagine in Leigh’s mind he watched images of their life together.  Growing concerned he took tow images from what he saw in her minds eye.  One he knew.  The other he did not. 

            Working with the image of the man he did not know first he placed that image in her mind as he had Gerrans’.  He knew she had taken one of the manors servants as a lover before and after Gerran’s death.  He saw her sexual adventures played out between them. Sometimes they were not alone.  But they were never together sexually with Gerran. However he had discovered them together.  Anger was the emotion she had attached to that scene.  Anger she focused on Gerran.  Petre started to piece together Gerran’s demise.  He placed Gregor’s image in her mind next.  He had saved this image as he was more familiar with the Magistrate.  Petre wondered if the magistrate still lived as he felt Leigh’s hatred of the man as the scene of apparent blackmail unfolded before him. 

            He placed tow more images in her mind before he extinguished the flame of the candle with his fingers.  He released the spell and left Leigh’s bedchamber.  Trina curtsied to him as he closed the door behind him.

            “The king and queen wish to see you in an hour,” He caressed her cheek before taking his leave.

            Later in Petre’s chambers, the legendary Special Dungeon, he sat staring into the fire as the images once more played out in the flames.

            “The girls were not involved in any way?” Vincenzio sat across from him watching the fiery scenes.  Beast asleep in his lap.

            “Only a petty jealousy toward Gerran’s child.”

            “Good, then Matori will be able to keep her newest lady in waiting.  The other twin was on the roles of the temple was she not?”

            “Yes my lord.  Victoria has already made arrangements to move her belongings to Eagles Nest and moved into the Queens wing last night.  Her sister, Angelina, left with Ziane.”

            “She had him killed.  You may keep her Petre but anything she has of value, that was hers before her marriage to Gerran, is to be divided between her daughters.”  Vincenzio rubbed his eyes.  He thought of Gerran and his daughter that had shrieked through the halls as a child.  “Direlle has suffered enough.  Make sure that her lands and title are restored to her.”

            “Our magistrate is more corrupt that we knew.”  Petre said into the pause that had followed.

            “Silence him before bringing him before Us.  His death will be public as will the groomsman that murdered Gerran, but I do not want to know what other information the magistrate had to fuel his extortion schemes. Replace him with one of his staff.  But probe the replacement first to make sure he was not a party to Gregor’s schemes or worse.”

            “Yes my lord.” 

            Vincenzio looked at his friend.  They had often sat in front of the fire like this, usually with Matori and discussed the business of the realm.  But he could barely remember his time with Leigh.  “What will you do with her cousin?

            “If she confesses to her machinations, punishment.”

            Vincenzio scratched behind the ear of the sleeping silver wolf pup in his lap.  Beast did not resemble the name given to him by Matori.  “How long will you give her to confess?”

            “I will not tell her, of course, but I think three months would suffice.  Don’t you?”

            “Make it a year from this date Petre.  She might make it an anniversary gift to you.  Women are most sentimental about time.”  Beast woke and leaped from his lap as Vincenzio rose from his chair. “I do not envy you cousin.  You will be forced to live with her crimes as long she continues to think she hides them from you.  If I were you, I think it would be better to cast her aside now and let her face her crimes.”  He turned from the secret panel next to the mirrored wall.  “Unless it is already too late for such a course of action.”

Chapter Nineteen

            Vincenzio watched as Matori tugged on the golden ring that newly pierced Trina’s nipple.  The girl had performed her service well and had earned this reward.  He walked forward and licked the blood that trickled from the angry swollen nipple.  Trina shook as his mouth closed over the ringed nipple.

            Matori smiled at her husband and shook her head.  “My lord, she must be still.”

            Vincenzio stepped behind the servant and pulled her back to lean on his chest.  The woman’s breasts were hard and pointy.  His hardness slid between her legs.

            “You may lean against me pretty one.  Perhaps as a further reward I shall tongue your pretty pussy.  You would like me to lick your cunt.”

            Trina groaned as Vincenzio gently rocked her from side to side.  His hard shaft nestled between her thighs and against the wetness of her cunt.  Matori leaned forward and planted a kiss on the glistening head of the cock each time it poked out between the woman’s thighs.

            Trina moaned louder as she felt the queens warm breath on the lips of her pussy.  Her knees shook but she did not ask to sit.  She prayed to the Goddess for the strength to remain still.  She felt Matori’s lips brush her clit as the queen sucked on the head of the king’s cock protruding from between her legs.  Vincenzio held onto Trina’s shoulders as Matori moved to stand in front of the favored servant.  Trina could feel his sharp nails digging into her shoulder.

            “Open your eyes Trina.  Look at me.”  Matori watched the girl’s eyes flutter open.  There was a light of devotion in her eyes that made Matori place a light kiss on her mouth.  The head of Vincenzio’s cock entered Trinas wet quivering pussy a second before Matori pierced her other nipple.  She did not see Matori raise her eyes to her husband but she felt his rock hard cock as it slid further into her.

            “By this act know thou art favored by thy king and queen.”  Matori embrace included her husband as he fucked the woman sandwiched between them. 

            Trina threw her arms around the queen as she orgasmed around the hard shaft pumping inside her.  The crush of the queens breast against her own created new currents of pain that transformed into pleasurable waves that danced along the walls of her cunt. 

            “For you, my lord and lady.  I am for you.  Do with me as you will.”

            The royal couple smiled at each other as she spoke.  Each knew the woman would not remember anything she had said during this time.  Vincenzio pulled his cum soaked member out of her slick pussy.

            “See to your king, Trina.”  Matori told her.

            Trina turned immediately and fell to her knees.  She licked her cum from the hard rod as she pumped it.  She gagged twice trying to inhale the hard cock before Matori pulled her around to face her.  Matori kissed the girl and tasted the traces of cum that she had devoured from the kings’ cock. 

            Matori glanced at her husband and recognized the signs of an immenient shift.  She gave Trina a glass filled with yellow liquid and rang the tiny silver bell beside the bed.  She gave Trina over to the care of Naadi, another of the favored ladies in waiting that acted as personal servants to the queen.

            “Take care of her Naadi.” Vincenzio told the long haired brunette.

            Naadi quickly took in the scene before her.  Trina now wore the golden rings of the favored.  She also saw that the kings claws were in plain sight and the queen’s nipples were hard.  She smiled as she quickly ushered her new sister out of the room.

            When the door had closed Vincenzio looked at his wife pleadingly.  “Matori?”

            Matori sat in the center of the bed.  Her blue over tunic gone.  The white sild shift baring her golden shoulders.

            “come to me Vincenzio ,y king, my beast.”

            She held out her arms to him, noticing that his hands hand already become claws.  His hair ws longer and a soft down of fur covered his body.  Some part of him always soul danced when they made love.  Every time they bestowed favor on one of their servants he changed.  That did not happen often.  Usually once ever two or three years.  She used to gage his attraction for her by his shifts but no longer.  she knew that she could call his beast to her.  She was the tamer.

            Vincenzio climbed up from the bottom of the bed.  Sniffing and licking up her leg beginning with her foot.  The closer he got to her sex the deeper the growl in his chest.  Each growl excited Matori.  His feline grace as he crawled up her body pausing to sniff and lick at the beads of nectar on the lips of her pussy sent shivers down her spine.  She noticed something new about him every time she witnessed his soul dancing shifts.  This time she noticed.