Just a few moments after Jared had pulled the rope, Molly appeared, pulling an enormous wheeled wardrobe behind her.
"The Lady Retzner invites you pick out suitable clothes for tonight's dinner. When you are dressed, signal me again by pulling the rope, and I'll escort you to the dining room." And with a final disdainful look to where we crouched in the water, she left.
The twins conferred briefly and then kindly volunteered me to fetch the towels from across the room. Scowling in mock anger I leapt naked from the bath and rushed through the chilly air, the giggles of the twins chasing me to the towels. I snatched up one to dry myself thoroughly, and when I was done I wrapped it about my waist and gathered the rest for the twins.
Once we were all thoroughly dried and wrapped, we turned as one toward the wardrobe.
"This is going to be fun!" Lucia exclaimed drawing open the first set of doors. She was instantly disappointed. Inside was an array of men’s clothing, from hats and tunics to pants and shoes. We impatiently closed in on the ranks of garments while Lucia moved to the other set of doors. When she opened them she squealed with delight at the selection of evening gowns and dresses that met her.
We tried a multitude of fine outfits, and I finally settled on a pair of black trousers with a black leather belt and a navy blue tunic. Jared was slightly more ostentatious in charcoal grey trousers, a brown belt with a tightly fit white tunic and a vest to match his pants over the top.
Lucia was certainly the highlight of our little party though. Her section of the wardrobe contained much more than just the gowns. A wide assortment of jewelry, stockings, fine shoes and risqué undergarments, even hair ornaments were collected on little shelves about the wardrobe's interior.
When she had finally perfected her attire, Lucia was a vision to behold. She had chosen a silvery grey full length gown which clung to every curve of her body, shimmering in the lantern light of the baths. It was suspended from her shoulders by the thinnest of straps, which crossed over on her bare back before meeting the gown again where it resumed at her hips. This put great creamy expanses of her pale and lightly freckled skin on display, and as she lent down to lift the hem of her dress, giving her brother and I an unobstructed view of her cleavage, I felt my manhood stir.
When she lifted her dress to show us the silver stockings she wore, I didn't realize what they were at first. Lucia hadn't either when she had discovered them. Tymler wasn't a town of high class opulence by any means, and stockings are a luxury that can be afforded by very few nobles, not to be found in such a place as Tymler. They clad her legs perfectly from toe almost to the tops of her thighs, where they dissolved into patterns of fine lace. Lucia couldn't have been more pleased with them.
"I wish I could wear them forever, they're so beautiful!" Jared and I agreed profusely, whilst shifting our trousers to accommodate our growing members. Lucia had also picked out a thin silver necklace with an opal pendant that hugged her neck tightly, complementing her dress. To finalize her apparel, she had pinned her hair back behind her ears, which had dried while she fussed over the dresses.
With Lucia's approval, Jared pulled the rope to summon Molly.
When Molly arrived, as promptly as before, she eyed Lucia up and down carefully, who looked away shyly, and with barely a glance to Jared and I, beckoned for the three of us to follow.
We followed her slight form through the house's many rooms until we reached the dining room. Dining hall I should say. It had the same polished hard wood floor as the rest of the house, and a cathedral style ceiling arched above us, complete with stained glass skylights. Along the length of the hall a regal ash wood table stretched, sitting atop a thick green pile rug with its matching chairs. The hall was clearly designed to accommodate upwards of a hundred people for banquets on an epic scale, but that night only a few places were set at the end of the hall.
Molly showed us to our places at the table, and we sat.
"Lady Retzner will join you shortly." She assured us, before disappearing again. We sat in silence while we waited for Lady Retzner, eyeing the intimidating selection of silverware set before us.
Although we waited for some time, Lady Retzner did not disappoint when she arrived.
She wore an emerald green gown that gathered in folds across her shapely breasts, suspended by a pair of wispy threads that looped behind her neck. Her inky black hair cascaded freely down over her shoulders, shifting with each step she took. Around her neck was a snug choker of black lace, which matched the black silk gloves that stretched to her elbows. The dress's hemline ended in a complex lace pattern just below her knees, revealing the black silk stockings that sheathed her legs.
She took the seat beside me at the head of the table, and as she sat I gazed at her svelte form beneath the thin, clinging fabric of the dress.
"Well, I must say Lucia you look *absolutely* beautiful." Lady Retzner gushed. Lucia blushed and ducked her head.
"Thank you Milady," she mumbled heavily.
"And you boys look simply handsome. I imagine the bath came as quite a relief for the three of you, you've been on the road for some time." We agreed profusely and the conversation meandered similarly superficial topics. Had we dined with nobles before? What did we think of the house and such subjects. We eagerly expressed our amazement at the lavishness of the house and confessed that none of us had ever seen anything like it.
Before long the entrees were served, a delicious steaming hot soup whose flowery name slipped by me as I inhaled it's aroma, accompanied with little fist sized sesame seed buns and dripping to spread on them. After over five days eating cheese, stale bread and dried meat and fruit, we lost all our manners once the soup was placed before us. I grabbed what I guessed to be a soup spoon from the array of cutlery and promptly ravaged the soup. Lady Retzner was totally unprepared for the ferocity with which we assaulted our entrees, and for a few moments she simply observed our attacks with awe, before daintily raising her own spoon and sipping at her soup.
Somewhere in the back of my mind, as I devoured the soup with a passion, I realized that the maid who brought the food was not the one who had greeted us at the door or tended to our bath. She was however, almost identical, just a few extra inches of height setting them apart.
She soon returned again, collecting our empty bowls and Lady Retzner's still half full one. I examined her more carefully this time. Definitely not Molly. She stood just a couple of inches higher, and her hair was a couple of inches shorter. Her body was just as lithe and petite, and her face just as pretty, and her attitude towards us equally condescending. When she left, Lady Retzner leaned over and spoke quietly to me;
"I see you've noticed the maids..." My eyes widened. I thought I'd been subtle in my inspection of her, but Lady Retzner had seen right through me. Her dark lips were so close to my ear that I could feel her warm breath caress it. I felt as though my heart would explode when she gently and casually laid her gloved hand on my forearm. "They're half sisters. Same mother, but different fathers. You've met Molly already, the older one is Marie. Quite lovely aren't they?"
"I uh..." Words failed me once again, and I cursed my muddled mind. But she didn't seem to expect an answer anyway, and I trailed off into silence. She leaned back and spoke loudly enough for the twins to hear again;
"So, since you've arrived at my humble abode, I assume you're looking for your blood parents Eric. Are Jared and Lucia just along for the ride, as it where?" For the fourth time since arriving at Lady Retzner's estate, we exchanged glances and came to a silent agreement. Between them the twins explained the events that forced us to flee Tymler, carefully omitting the numerous couplings we had enjoyed between the three of us. When they had finally finished, Lady Retzner leaned forward, resting her chin on her gloved hands and eyed us with renewed interest.
"I see... Well, rest assured you'll be safe here. No petty lawman would dare invade a noble's home without the strongest of evidence against them. Besides, from what you've told me, I doubt you'll be pursued with much vigor. This witch hunter will likely be content to declare the 'evil' driven from the town, collect his fee and be on his way. Unfortunately that still leaves the three of you as exiles." As she spoke Marie returned, balancing several platters and a stack of plates on her arms.
She carefully lowered them to the table and placed clean plates before us.
"Marie, when you've brought the rest, you and Molly can join us if you wish. Oh, and invite Gary too."
"Yes Milady." Marie intoned flatly.
Lady Retzner could clearly see our impatience as we eyed the platters now ranged across the table. She reached out and drew the cover off the closest, revealing pieces of roast duck drenched in a thick dark sauce. At the time I had just assumed it was chicken, it would never have occurred to me that anyone would eat duck there was so little meat on them. The smell of the roast duck swept out to us and without a word we all reached out to pilfer pieces with our hands, ignoring the serving spoons that lay on the platter's edge. Lady Retzner merely watched on with a mixture of bemusement and horror on her face.
In short order Jared plucked the covers from the remaining two platters to reveal roast vegetables, some of which I didn't even recognize, and an elaborate salad with cheese and nuts. We promptly raided them as well, shoveling out as much as our plates would hold. Marie returned with another two platters containing sides of roast beef practically floating in gravy and a pile of colourful fruits.
We set about destroying these two platters and as we did so Marie and Molly came and sat cautious distance down the table from us. They each served out modest portions for themselves and picked at them whilst watching us with some distain as we devoured our oversized helpings.
Seeing them sitting there together, I was amazed at how similar they looked. They could have been twins but for the height difference. Each curve and line of their faces and bodies was identical, every pigment of their eyes, skin and hair matched perfectly. Their mother's blood must have almost completely dominated over that of their fathers'.
Gary never arrived, and I presumed that he was busy with chores about the house.
When we had finally eaten our fill, Lady Retzner rose.
"Well I'd like to talk to Eric privately; perhaps you two could take a walk around the gardens in the mean time. I'm sure Marie and Molly would be happy to show you around." With one look at the expression on the maids' faces, Jared replied with a smile;
"That's okay, I'm sure we can find our own way through the gardens." Lady Retzner smiled knowingly and we rose to join her.
We all walked together to the back doors, where the twins went their separate way, disappearing into the gardens outside, while Lady Retzner and I went back into the depths of the house. We walked in silence for a while, and then she looked me up and down and said;
"Aren't you going to offer me your arm Eric?" Quite surprised, I quickly raised my arm to her.
"Err, of course Lady Retzner." Smiling softly she took it in both her silken hands, and felt my pulse quicken as she moved closer to me.
"You needn't call me that Eric, my name is Elizabeth."
"Yes Milady." I replied. Her smile widened and she patted my arm.
"Now. You wish to find your parents I assume."
"Yes."
"Well, I'm afraid I never knew them. I can however, tell you everything I know about how you got here." My heart sank. I assumed before then that my parents had known the Retzners personally. We rounded a corner and we found ourselves back in the ante room by the front doors. Lady Retzner gently guided me up the stairs. "My half sister, you remember I mentioned her earlier?" I nodded. "She's a good few years older than I, and it was her that brought you to us, when you were just an infant."
I looked up to Lady Retzner's face sharply.
"Oh no, you're not hers." She assured me. "She brought you here on someone else's behalf. She's a soldier you see, part of the war in the south, and a war is no place for a child. So when you were born, someone had to take you away to the north, and my sister did that. But I'm afraid that she never told us whose child you are, it just wasn't important at the time." Seeing my face she stroked my arm softly. "Oh Eric, I know this isn't what you were hoping for. I can tell you everything about my sister, to help you find her if you want, but I doubt it'll be any use. I haven't heard from her in over a year, and well... it is a war Eric, and I fear the worst."
"Yes I understand." I felt numb. All my hopes of finding my parents were fading away in the space of one brief conversation.
"Eric, even if she is alive... your parents might not be. Seventeen years is a long time..."
"Yes it is." I replied mechanically. "But your sister has survived at least that long. Besides, maybe they left the war at some point, maybe they haven't been fighting all this time." We were walking down a long corridor now, lined with doors on either side. My mind dimly registered that these must be the bedrooms.
"I just don't want you to fool yourself Eric. Your chances of finding anything more about your parents is slim. The chances of finding them alive are almost none. All I can tell you is that they were involved in the war somehow. Even my sister might not have known them."
"That doesn't mean it isn't worth searching." I said stoically. Though inside, I wondered if it was worth it. She stopped and turned to face me, gripping my arm tightly.
"Eric, don't rush into this, stay here with me, at least for a few days. You'll like it here, and you can take the time to consider things carefully. Look, I want to show you something, it might convince you to stay a while." She turned her back to me and walked directly towards the wall. Just as I thought she was about bounce off it, she put her hand out and with a click a segment swung aside and she stepped in.
I half expected a flight of stone stairs disappearing down into the depths of a deep, dark dungeon, so when I followed her into a narrow little room with only a cushioned bench for furniture, I felt strangely disappointed. She lowered her graceful form onto the bench and motioned for me to sit. When I sat, I realized that the wall before us was not quite solid. It was made up of a thin wooden lattice with a fine sheet of gauze on the other side. Through the gauze, very little was visible in the next room.
The wall clicked closed and we were dropped into darkness. I felt Lady Retzner shift on the bench and then I could feel her hip and thigh press against mine, and her hand rest on the nape of my neck. Her hair brushed along my shoulder and she whispered in my ear;
"You need to stay very quiet Eric. *Very* quiet." I nodded stiffly, feeling my manhood rising from her touch. Soon my eyes adjusted to the dark and the shadowy features of the next room became more defined. Dominating the center was an enormous four poster bed, piled high with plush pillows and layered quilts, all covered in silvery satin. The foot of the bed faced the door on the wall to our right.
The door swung open and the two maids entered.
"Watch." Lady Retzner breathed in my ear, her lips brushing my ear.
I watched.
They were giggling and grinning, and Marie immediately turned to strike a flint and light the lamp mounted on the wall. The light leapt out into the room and everything was suddenly clear through the gauze wall. I realized with a shock that this was almost exactly like the walls of the baths. I hadn't been able to see out into the other baths because they were too dark, and my eyes were adjusted to the bright light of our own bath, but others could see in just fine...
My heart, which had already been pounding in my chest from Lady Retzner's intimate closeness, jumped and skipped, then settled back into its pounding.
She had been watching the whole time! The conversations at the diner table suddenly leapt into a new focus. It didn't take a vast amount of imagination to guess what Lady Retzner's intentions were. With a new tension strung across my mind, and a rapidly hardening member in my pants, I settled back to watch the maids.
As they quietly eased the door closed, they became suddenly serious. Marie leant with her back against the door as Molly stepped apprehensively away from her, their dark eyes locked. Abruptly Marie strode forward and took Molly's face in her hands, angling it up towards her own to kiss her sister passionately. Their lush lips and pink little tongues caressed each other's mouths as their petite bodies ground together.
I felt Lady Retzner's hand rest idly on my knee, already beginning an upward journey.
Marie's hands worked at Molly's waist, removing the thin, white band of fabric that held her apron down. Breaking off the kiss, much to Molly's audible disappointment, Marie drew her sister's apron up and over her head to discard it, then took her by the shoulders and turned her around to face the bed. She began unbuttoning her little sister's dress down the back, her fingers moving swiftly until she reached the waist, where she stopped and returned her hands to Molly's shoulders.
With a single deft movement Marie stripped the dress from her sister, leaving her standing in a black and white puddle of fabric, naked but for her shoes and socks and a tiny pair of white drawers wedged between the fine curves of her cheeks. Her pale skin shone in the flickering lamp light and every curve of her body was highlighted by the sheen. She was lithe and trim, her small round breasts held tiny, dark nipples high and hard, and her back curved in to a waist that was slim but not narrow. The cheeks of her behind were round and modest, as petite as all her features, and lay atop slender legs of soft white flesh with delicate little feet.
Marie grasped her hips from behind, running her hands along Molly's creamy skin, past her waist and over her undulating chest to cup her round little breasts firmly. She kneaded and pulled them strongly, Molly groaning in her embrace as her big sister's lips caressed the curve of her neck. She arched her back and rose up on the balls of her feet, thrusting her breasts against the hands that held them and pressing her head against the shoulder behind her, exposing more of her neck to her sister's roving mouth.
Lady Retzner's silk gloved hand arrived at its destination, and as I felt it settle on my member my hips twitched just slightly against it. She began to stroke me softly through my clothes and I stifled a groan, mindful of the amorous sisters in the next room.
One of Marie's hands broke off and wandered over her little sister's flat stomach, meandering down towards the dark vee of fur between her legs. It slid into place smoothly, clamping over Molly's womanhood and pressing in firmly.
Without warning Marie released her sister, who gave a disappointed little murmur, and then shoved her roughly onto the bed. Molly pitched forward with a squeal, landing in the quilting with a soft thump. She laid there, with her torso on the bed and her feet still on the floor, her behind raised into the air as high as her legs would take it. I could see her watching her sister approach with one wide eye and many quick breaths.
Marie reached down and pulled the ribbon that held Molly's hair back, and with a flash of white, her locks spilled down, dark against the silver satin.
"There." Marie declared in a matter of fact manner. "Perfect. Keep your legs straight now Molly." She said, tying Molly's ribbon about her own neck in a business like fashion. Molly tensed her legs and watched her sister kneel behind her exposed rear. Marie, still fully clothed, began to travel up her sister's legs with her mouth, licking and sucking on the flesh of each inner leg alternately, leaving a wet trail up her thighs.
When she reached her sister's behind she paused only to peel her drawers down to her ankles and urge her legs open further. Then, without hesitation and with Lady Retzner and I watching entranced, Marie parted the pale round mounds of Molly's cheeks and plunged her tongue between them.
Molly's gasp echoed through the room and Lady Retzner's hand pressed harder into my manhood, massaging strongly. Wet noises emanated from between Molly's spread buttocks as her sister's mouth worked deeply. I watched in awe as Marie shifted her hands so that her fingers could join her mouth between her sister's trembling thighs and cheeks.
"Aren't they wonderful?" Lady Retzner whispered in my ear as her nimble fingers undid my belt. She reached in and the silk of her gloves slid along my member as she drew it out. As Molly's noises grew louder, and Marie's tempo quickened, Lady Retzner licked her lips and leaned down into my lap, her dark hair falling about my thighs as her head descended towards my stiff manhood.
I felt her soft, wet lips close around the head of my member and I gasped loudly.
Too loudly.
Marie straightened up sharply, her head whipping about to stare in our direction. Her lips and chin were slick with her sister's juice and her own saliva. She frowned just slightly and listened for a moment.
"Uh... oh, please Marie..." Molly whined. Marie smiled and returned to licking and suckling between her sister's thighs. I closed my mouth tightly as the soft, slick ring of Lady Retzner's dark lips traveled down the length of my shaft even as her tongue squirmed against the head. About half way down she reversed direction, her lips a rising seal about my member.
I'd never experienced anything like the suction her mouth exerted on my manhood at that moment. It felt as though my member was growing between her lips, the blood rushing endlessly into my shaft. Just as I thought her lips would leave my member, they descended again, her tongue snaking down the side sinuously.
As Lady Retzner's mouth induced new heights of pleasure in my member, I watched Molly trembling under the attentions of her older sister's lips, tongue and fingers. Finally with a loud whimper Molly climaxed her legs and hips quivering, her eyes shut tight and her mouth open wide. Once her trembling had subsided, Marie drew back, smiling widely.
"How was that Molly dear?" Molly just groaned. Marie pulled Molly's ribbon from her neck, "You'll be wanting this back." She said, pressing one end between her cheeks. I watched fascinated as Marie used one finger to poke the ribbon up her sister's quavering behind, until just a few inches dangled free.
Lady Retzner's pace and suction increased, and against my strongest instincts I struggled to relax my body in an attempt to stave off my climax. I felt my excitement recede, but knew that I would peak soon, despite my efforts. Though at this point I was straining myself merely to breathe, I just couldn't tear my eyes from the lovely maids.
With a satisfied nod Marie stood and began stripping her clothes off. Her body was a mirror image of her sister's, lithe, petite and pale. As her sister undressed behind her, Molly laid prone, awaiting Marie's next movement. Naked at last, Marie reached down to stroke Molly's neck tenderly, whispering words I couldn't discern in her ear.
I watched as she gathered the hair at the base of Molly's head into her fist and harshly pulled her sister upright. Marie's fist clenched and released rhythmically while her other hand boldly explored her sister's breasts. As one they leaned slowly forward and collapsed into the bed, smooth skin and supple flesh colliding as they fell.
Amongst the piles of silken pillows and mounds of gathered quilting, the sister’s writhing bodies were impossible to follow. Occasionally I would see the smooth round flesh of a buttock or breast, or the defined muscles of a thigh or back, and every now and then a flash of silky hair or wet lips, as they rose momentarily into view before plunging back down into the fray.
Lady Retzner's tongue circled my shaft then swept its soft, slippery, surface up my underside, the tip swiping energetically beneath the head before moving on. That was more than enough to send me over the edge, and I added my grunts to the moans, squeals and whimpers sent up by the maids.
Lady Retzner didn't slow for a moment. Her lips continued their movements, her tongue still caressing my shaft even as it throbbed and squirted in her mouth. My climax seemed to boil up the length of my swollen manhood and out into her wet and hot mouth. The incredible suction she exerted drained my seed rapidly, and I could feel her mouth working against my shaft as she swallowed steadily.
When I was finally completely spent she raised her head from my lap and as her raven black tresses fell back I saw that she was smiling. She turned to look at the writhing mass amidst the quilts and pillows, then turned back and tenderly kissed me, her tongue insistently working its way into my mouth until our lips were both spread wide. I could taste myself on her mouth, lightly salty and warm.
When she broke off the kiss she tucked my member back into my trousers and stood, urging me to my feet. With the straining sounds of the sisters behind us, we stepped back out into the hall. As Lady Retzner gazed off into space, she toyed with her choker, running one finger around its edge.
"You wouldn't believe how long it took me to find those two..." She sighed wistfully. "So Eric, I imagine you enjoyed that." I hadn't yet recovered the power speech, and just nodded in reply. She placed her hands on my shoulders and looked down into my eyes. "How about... I'll be Molly, and you be Marie..." She turned and entered a bedroom on the other side of the hall, and I obediently followed.
The bedroom was identical, one huge solitary four poster bed, dressed with silver satin bedding. She walked forward, untying the straps of her dress as she went, while I lingered by the door. The gown slithered down her back in an emerald ripple, launching itself from the rise of her behind to billow to the ground.
With my heart leaping in my chest I followed in her wake, my eyes fixated on the flawless form before me. Her skin was milky white from head to toe, and her midnight hair slipped across the light muscles of her lean back as she walked.
Reaching the bed she looked over her shoulder at me, her eyes drawing me near. She reached back to guide my hands around her waist and up to her breasts, which were high and round, as large as oranges, with very dark, very hard little nipples perched atop them.
As I lifted and molded them firmly, Lady Retzner groaned and reached back with gloved hands to draw my hips against her bare behind. She ground back with her hips, the firm flesh of her buttocks massaging my solid member through my pants.
I could smell her hair and the musk of her excitement both at once, an exhilarating scent that rose from her and filled my head. I swept her tresses to one side, exposing the fine curve of her neck and the choker surrounding it. I ducked my head into her neck to breathe in more, but she moved away at the last moment, peeling my hands away to bend over the foot of the bed.
Her slender legs, still sheathed in the black silk of her stockings, held her rear high, exposing her womanhood to me.
“Come on Eric, taste me, I’m sweet, I promise.” Lady Retzner urged, her dark eyes watching me closely. I knelt.
Before me her pink folds were open and glistening with wetness, her thick, puffy lips drawn wide by her stance. A fine down of black hair surrounded her womanhood, and above it, between the smooth flesh of her buttocks was her perfect little rosette, an inviting pink star between her cheeks. I rested my hands against her tensed thighs as I admired the sight.
“Come on Eric...” Lady Retzner coaxed.
With only a moment’s hesitation I plunged my tongue into the depths of her soft folds and swept it upward through her wetness, over a brief expanse of skin and across her rosette, which flexed beneath my tongue. Lady Retzner shivered and gasped under my touch.
The feeling of her silken, slippery pink flesh beneath my tongue was incredible. I had expected her taste to be strong, but it was quite subtle, barely perceptible.
I returned to taste it again, and again. As I licked and suckled at her slick entrance, she began a low moaning, and her hips started sway and roll in gentle motion.
As I attended to her my member was back to its former glory, making a tent in my trousers and longing for firmer touches.
I shifted my focus upward, probing the dimple of her rosette with my tongue while she quivered and whimpered. After many minutes of teasing her rear with my mouth, she pushed my face away and reached down between her own legs.
“Mmm, just a moment Eric...” She dipped her forefinger, still covered in the silk of her glove, into the wet opening of her womanhood and withdrew it. Hypnotized I watched Lady Retzner press gently against her own rosette. It resisted at first, then with an insistent stroking motion from her finger, the ring of muscle obediently dilated and her finger sunk slowly in, with Lady Retzner’s low whine as an overture. First one knuckle, then the second disappeared inside before she stopped and breathlessly spoke;
“Don’t stop Eric.”
I lowered my mouth to the sensitive button of her womanhood, lavishing attention upon it with my lips and tongue and Lady Retzner’s moaning grew steadily louder. She began short, fast stokes with her finger, stretching the ring of muscle back and forth rapidly.
It wasn’t long before I felt the nub beneath my tongue jump in time with Lady Retzner’s cries as she peaked. Her thighs trembled beneath my hands and I continued my thorough licking as she moaned and panted.
Just as she was quieting and her trembling subsiding, she gave a squeal and her hips ground back, forcing my mouth harder against the hub of her womanhood. The trembling of her thighs resumed and she gave a single prolonged groan through the second climax.
As she came down from the peak, she drew away from my still busy tongue, letting her hips sink down onto the quilting and her finger slowly withdrawing from her rear. With a leisurely sigh she crawled up the bed to lean sideways against a great mound of silver satin pillows, eyeing me cooling where I knelt at the foot of the bed.
One gloved hand toyed idly with her own round breast, straying up to tweak at her dark nipple now and again.
“Come on up Eric, I’m not done playing with you yet.” She patted the quilt behind her. “Oh, and get undressed honey.” I shifted up the bed eagerly, stripping my clothes as I went. I drew alongside her and shoved my trousers down, letting my member bounce free.
Looking over her shoulder Lady Retzner murmured her approval and reached down with her gloved hand to stroke my solid manhood. The feeling of her silk glove sliding along my length after so long without contact was exquisite. I shuddered slightly at her touch and she smiled, continuing her long, slow strokes with a tighter grip that towed me ever closer to her, till she was guiding my member between her thighs.
My manhood parted the lips of her slick passage and sank smoothly in, her flesh gripping closely around me as I ploughed forward. It was like plunging into the hot bath all over again. The warm of her body rushed out through her womanhood and down my member to swell out across my body, washing all my worries away.
She ground her rear back against my hips, arching her back away from me with a groan. With one hand steadying myself on her hip, and my face buried in her soft, fragrant hair, I began to thrust, slowly at first, but gathering speed.
Lady Retzner’s hand delved between her thighs as my pace quickened, each stroke jostling her forward, setting her breasts quaking. With a low keening her spine arched even further, bowing out to its farthest extent to form a perfect curve. Her legs tensed and scrabbled against the satin sheets, her whole body in the thrall of her third climax.
I felt her clamp down hard and long around my member, then release to begin a fluttering chain of spasms.
As she twitched and moaned before me, her eyes squeezed shut and her dark red lips parted, I could feel my own peak rising like a wave, inexorably approaching the tip of my member. I hastened my tempo and felt Lady Retzner, still in the midst of her climax, respond by clamping her womanhood down tighter still.
The wave front reached the end of my manhood and crashed forcefully against it, reflecting back into my body even as my essence surged out. The strength of my climax seemed to grip my body, and I grunted heavily with each powerful spurt from my member.
When our climaxes finally subsided, Lady Retzner relaxed her spine and snuggled back against me. Her silk clad legs slithered along mine. Withdrawing her hand from between her legs, she pulled the sodden silk glove from her arm and then reached down to take my hand with hers, guiding it up from her hip across the flat plane of her stomach to nestle between her breasts. I could feel her heart thumping within her chest, and the rapid rise and fall of her breast with her breath.
“Stay here with me Eric, at least for a few days.” Her words were stilted as she tried still to catch her breath. Quite short of breath myself, I didn’t reply. I didn’t know what to say anyhow. After a few moments she sighed.
“You could be very happy Eric; I could make you very happy.” She wriggled away and rolled back to face me, her one still gloved hand rose up to caress my cheek as her emerald eyes explored mine. “Not just me Eric, there are a lot of *very* nice, *very* friendly young women I could introduce you to.” She punctuated this with a kiss, soft and tender on my lips. “Or Molly and Marie, how would you like to have two gorgeous little girls pleasure you at once Eric? I *know* you’d like that, wouldn’t you?” She was right of course; the idea of both the petite little maids writhing against me at once was nearly irresistible.
“Yes.” I replied quietly. She grinned. “But I can’t stay.” Her smile faded as quickly as it arrived. “I don’t doubt that you could make me happy here Lady Retzner, but I still want to find my parents, and I fear that if I stay, even for another day, I’ll never want to leave.” She sighed heavily and dropped her eyes.
“I understand. Perhaps once you’ve found them you will return here? My invitation will still stand.” I nodded.
“I’d like to come back.” She smiled sadly.
“I’d like for you to come back Eric... I’d also like to make the same offer to your friends, if you don’t mind.”
“Not at all, I suspect they’ll find it very appealing... as I did.” She seemed to brighten up at this, and rose to gather her discarded dress.
“I’ll just go ask them then, I’m sure they’re still... touring the gardens, they’re quite beautiful. You can sleep here tonight Eric; I’ll send one of the maids to wake you in the morn.” And with that she stepped out into the halls, her dress dangling from one hand, wearing naught but a pair of stockings, a choker and a single glove.

I awoke to Lady Retzner’s feather light touch on my shoulder. She sat at the side of the bed wearing a white cotton dressing gown, tided closed with a band of fabric about her slender waist.
Beside the bed was a little wooden trolley piled high with a lavish breakfast of pancakes, toast and fruits, with treacle and cream accompanying them.
“Good morning Eric.” Lady Retzner smiled sweetly and looked down to where my stiffened member tented out the bed sheets. “And good morning to your friend too.”
I felt blood fill my cheeks and tried to draw her attention away my morning arousal.
“Did you ask Jared and Lucia to stay?” Lady Retzner turned her face away as she drew the breakfast cart up to the side of the bed. “What did they say?”
“I think it’s better if they tell you themselves Eric.” I had suspected that they’d want to stay, but I felt my heart sink just a little anyway. In retrospect, I was fortunate that they had agreed to come this far with me. “You know, you can still change your mind Eric.”
“No, I’m sure about this. I want to go south and find my parents.” She gave a faint smile that seemed profoundly sad to me.
“Okay Eric. Will you join me for breakfast?” I nodded and swung my legs out to sit beside her on the bed’s edge, the sheets draped across my lap and legs.
We ate in silence, Lady Retzner taking the largest part of the fruits and I taking the larger portion of the pancakes. When we were finished, Lady Retzner rose and retrieved my trousers.
“If you’ll just get dressed, I’ll introduce you to Gary. He's traveled all throughout the south; he used to fight in the war with my sister. He’ll be able to help you plan your journey.” I nodded and dressed hurriedly, with Lady Retzner watching from the door.
She guided me down the hall and up another flight to stairs to a room nestled in the roof’s highest apex. It was furnished like a study, the walls covered with bookshelves full of musty tomes, and maps or diagrams where spaces were left. By one window a modest single bed lay, and by the other an enormous oak desk laden with scrolls and books. At the desk sat a tall, wiry man with graying hair and little gold spectacles perched at the end of sharp nose.
He turned to face us as we entered.
“Gary, this is Eric, Eric, Gary.” Lady Retzner said, stepping forward to peer over Gary’s shoulder at the map on the table.
“Ah yes, the adventurer. Come, come, I’ll show you what lies waiting for you in the south.” Gary motioned me forward. He wasn’t at all what I had expected. After Lady Retzner describing him as ‘an odd job man’, I had imagined a burly laborer in his youth, strong and virile and constantly satisfying the needs of an unattached woman like Lady Retzner. The reality was a much more scholarly man in his later years, but I couldn't speculate on Lady Retzner’s womanly needs or his involvement with them.
I looked down at the map, a straight vertical coast marred only by a small delta halfway down the page. Masses of lines and patches of colour spread across the land, and Gary stabbed one finger down to point out a little dot just inland above the delta.
“That's us here at Halbourne.” He traced his finger down to the delta. “And *that* is the Peltine river delta.” He paused to consult some papers from one corner of his desk. “Right... along here...” he ran his finger horizontally across the page, well below the delta. “Is the front line by latest reports. But you’ll find that there are skirmishes almost as far north as the delta. Last we heard, Lady Retzner’s sister Kira was posted here,” another dot, this time just above where he had indicated the front line, and inland as far as Halbourne, “at Pillmore city. No way of knowing if she’s still there though.”
He paused to adjust his spectacles before continuing.
“Now, I’d recommend you head out to the coast and walk down the beaches to Riceton, just here at the mouth of the delta. That'll take you about three days or so. It'd be quicker by road, but Lady Retzner tells me you've had some difficulty with the law, so the beaches are your best alternative." He stopped to clear his throat with a delicate *ahem*. "There are plenty of ships there taking supplies south from Riceton to the front lines and you’ll be bound to find work on one of them. That’ll take you across the delta to Riceton’s sister city Aloton. From there you can trek down to Pillmore.” He exchanged a quick glance with Lady Retzner then turned to me. “I hope you don’t mind but I took a look at the map you were carrying. Wholly inadequate once you’re past Halbourne I’m afraid, but you can take this one if you like.”
“Thank you, that’s very kind.”
“You’re welcome. Bear in mind as you travel that things get more and more lawless the further south you go. By the time you reach Pillmore you’ll be right out there on the hairy edge. Everything is run by the army, and they’re only concerned with one thing; destroying their enemies. So be careful down there okay?”
“Okay. Thank you very much for your help.”
“It’s my pleasure young man. Good luck.”
“Thank you.” And with that Lady Retzner led me back downstairs.
“You wish to leave today then Eric?” She inquired as we walked.
“Yes, I’d like to make an early start.”
“Very well. I’ve taken the liberty of restocking your pack, I hope you don’t mind.”
“Not at all.” I replied, rather surprised. Last night she had practically begged me to stay, but this morning she had gone out of her way to get me on my own way. At the time I felt she was ejecting me from her house because I hadn’t bowed to her will, but looking back on it now, I realize that she was only honoring my decision, and her assistance went a long way to easing my journey.
“Also, there’s something I’d like you to have. A parting gift if you will.” Back on the ground floor she led me into a study, a pokey little room whose layer of dust was very telling of its lack of use. “Have a seat.” She said, gesturing to an oversized leather arm chair. I plunked down into the seat as Lady Retzner lowered herself into a matching chair behind the desk.
“I don’t have any brothers, so when my father died, all of things that the male heir would normally inherit fell to me instead. Including..." She reached into one of desk drawers. "This hunting knife." She drew out a knife and withdrew it from its sheath, placing on the table before me. "It's been in the family for a few generations, but I have to face facts; the family line is about to end. I am barren, and my sister, well, she doesn't have time for men. So, Eric, I choose to pass this knife on to you."
I was astounded. The knife was finely a finely crafted work of art, both the blade and the wooden hilt were carved with delicate winding patterns, and looking closely I could make out scenes within these complex patterns. A tragic battle, a lover's embrace, a tumbling waterfall, with children playing beneath it. Despite the finery adorning it, I could tell that the blade was sturdy and practical, with a solid hilt and thick blade, honed to a razor sharp edge. I was breathless. This was far too generous a gift.
"Lady Retzner... I'm sorry, but..." She waved me to silence.
"Enough. Don't try to turn it down. If you don't take it, it'll just be auctioned off in a few decades time when I pass away. I have no use of it, and I know that my father would be proud to know that a young man like yourself is putting it to good use." She slipped it back into the sheath and held it out. I took it hesitantly. "Now, I know you're eager to be on your way, so I'm sure you'll want to see Jared and Lucia. They're out in the garden just now, having breakfast."
We rose and I followed Lady Retzner out into the garden where Jared and Lucia were indeed eating breakfast, stacks of pancakes and a collection of fruit, identical to the breakfast I had just eaten myself.
“Well, I’ll leave you to it Eric.” Lady Retzner whirled about and retreated into the house, leaving me alone with the twins.
“So... you’ve decided to stay here then.” I said.
“Sorry Eric,” Lucia said sadly. “But it’s dangerous down south, and well, there’s nothing down there for us. We’re sorry Eric.”
“That’s okay; I’m pretty tempted to stay here with Lady Retzner myself.” Jared grinned, the tension broken. “Thanks for coming this far with me; it means a lot, really.”
“So when are you starting off then Eric?” Jared asked.
“In a few minutes, I just came to say goodbye.”
“Oh Eric,” Lucia said, and rose to hug me tightly. “We’ll miss you so.” She drew back and kissed me heavily on the lips, pressing the warmth of her body to me as our tongues dueled in our merged mouths. I felt my hardening member press into her stomach and she released me with a smacking of lips. “Mmm, yes, I’ll definitely miss you Eric.” She giggled lightly and stepped back to let Jared embrace me.
We hugged and patted each other on the back briefly as Jared said;
“Thanks for everything Eric, I won’t forget it. When you’ve found your parents, I hope you’ll come back and visit us.”
“Of course I will. Well, no point in drawing this out, I’d better be on my way.” I led them to the front door, where Lady Retzner waited with my freshly stocked pack. As I took it and turned to leave, she leaned in to kiss me tenderly, her hair falling about my shoulders.
“Come back someday Eric.”
“I will.” I promised, and with a brief farewell I departed the Retzner residence and headed west towards the ocean that I’d never seen.

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