## Archive-name: solstice_castle11-13

From: Trane@TeamHbbs.com

Subject: Solstice Castle 11/14

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SOLSTICE CASTLE, PART 11 I staggered from the King's pavilion with his admonition against any seduction of his sole daughter ringing in my ear. Staggered is perhaps the most apt word to convey my physical and emotional state, for in one evening I had been feted and condemned by the King and dozens of nobles, seen the King and a Princess in the throes of sexual ecstacy, and been offered the sexual favors of the Queen. And - with all this - my overriding concern had to remain the mysterious green-cloaked assailant, presumably the "TN" of the note on which I'd stumbled while in the King's tent. This conspirator clearly would as readily see me dead as flick a gnat from his sleeve. Thus, the reader should not be surprised that I was exhausted beyond all powers of revival when I returned to the fest. The partygoers also were obviously feeling the effects of wine, drugged herbs, and rampant sexual congress, as many seemed debilitated as well. I saw more than a few handmaidens stifle a yawn as they served exotic coffees to the assembled nobles. Madame Jeara was no longer in sight - but, then again, neither were two of the younger, more handsome members of the King's small orchestra with whom she played. I could only speculate if there were any connection between these disappearances. Feeling that I could learn no more to aid my investigation into the cabal behind the attack on the prime minister, I took my leave of the party, stopping briefly to soundly kiss both Charel and Licia, the two cousins whose greeting had commenced my stay at the fest, and waved at the winsome Jenfeer, who smiled warmly at me from though she was pinned in place by a sleeping older Baron whose head was resting in her lap. The cool air off the harbor cleared my head some as I walked along the sea wall near the docks on my return to the monastery where I made my home with the monks. The puzzle flew through my head. Why had King Abred received a note from somone who may well have been launching a society of traitors to undermine his own rule? Was he a sponsor or victim of their scheme? What function did the jewels have? Clearly the conspirators needed other of the jewels to carry out the unknown but nefarious purposes for which they were designed, and some gypsy woman was at the heart of the quest. What would be their next step? I stumbled back to the monastery and was asleep as soon as I lay back on the pallet in my small cell. I was awakened by Bedray's pounding on the door to my cell, and I sleepily hurried through my morning ablutions and proceeded to the kitchen to help him prepare breakfast. His grizzled features eyed me warily as I sleep-walked through my chores. On several occasions during the morning, he seemed on the verge of giving me some advice but, as I was leaving at the conclusion of our cleaning of the breakfast dishes, he merely tousled my hair, and advised me to be careful. I tidied myself further and headed to the laundry run by Lindea and her father, out of a hope that they might be able to tell me the significance of the stones targeted by the thug who had pummelled the prime minister. When I arrived at the rough-hewn structure in which it was located, the front door was almost completely closed, but I could hear wailing coming from inside. I stuck my head inside the door, where I saw Lindea's father, Migeal, pacing the floor, his hands gesticulating in the steamy inside air. "I can't believe they have taken her," he cried to the three middle-aged gypsy women who surrounded him in simple black chairs, their hands wringing their brightly colored scarves each had affixed to the sleeve of her blouse.. "We have been the most loyal of gypsy families and have taken care of the King's laundry every summer for fifteen years with total loyalty. What could we have done to earn such a tragedy??!" Suddenly, Migeal espied me peeking in the door and rushed over to me. "You!", he shouted. I looked around, ready to bolt. Was this hysterical man somehow going to accuse me of some wrong? "Master Jaze," he cried, rushing over to me and grabbing my hands between his soap-chapped hands. He pleaded with his bushy-browed eyes. "My Lindea has been taken away by the King's elite guards! She told me she had seen you in the castle. Perhaps you know someone there who can find out why they have taken her." I wrestled my hands away, protesting that I knew no one at the castle and was merely there on a delivery. I then paused. "I'm curious. Were the guards who took her - did they look like they were from the Drofnats clan?" A gleam of realization finally slowed the shaking man. "Why, now that you say this, I think that this is so - the hawk noses and brittle jaw lines were all like those of the Drofnats.. Is that important?" I hesitated, not wishing to give too much hope to the distraught man. "It might. I doubt if I can do anything, but maybe a priest might know." I nodded politely to the sitting women and rushed away before Migeal could press me for further information. If Lindea had been taken by the conspirators, they must indeed have some need of the gypsies to fulfill the function of the jewels. But why the beautiful, dark-eyed Lindea? Was she in fact the exiled gypsy queen that she claimed? The answer lay somewhere back in the castle, to which I had no reason to think I could gain further access. Or perhaps I did. I raced back to the monastery and plucked my flute from my cell, then raced to the gates of Solstice Castle. I waited until I spotted a guard whom I recognized from the previous night's fest. After a brief explanation, he recalled me. I then told him that Auria, one of the King's concubines (well, I actually called her a maidservant), who had enjoyed my playing had asked me to come around and serenade her, but I had no clue as to which window might be hers. The husky guard's eyes laughed in didain. "Oh, and a mongrel street boy such as you is going to woo the heart of one of the King's ... er, favorites with his flute. Be gone with you, you insolent whelp. You'll not disturb the palace's peace with your whistle, even if the young lady could hear you from her room, unless you wanted to have the carriage horses accompany you. Be off, now!" He swung a lazy attempt at cuffing at me, which I easily ducked, and then I scampered away with a disappointed look. While I hadn't received much cooperation, the guard had at least disclosed a general area of which part of the castle the honey-haired Auria resided in. I tucked the flute into the sash that encircled my waist and went round to the gate leading to the stable. I waited just out of sight of the guards there. After a few minutes, I saw the butcher's small wagon come into view, obviously with a delivery to the kitchens in the castle. As it clattered past, I dashed from behind and sprinted along behind in a deep crouch, so that the wagon would hide me from the guards. As they stopped the butcher, I dove underneath the wagon, grabbing the front axle with my hands and locking my ankles over the rear axle. As the cart continued through the gate, I made body as rigid as possible, pressing it up against the underside of the wagon's bed. Only after we rounded a bend away from the gate could I permit my body to relax. As we pulled past some bushes some fifteen feet from the castle, I dropped my feet and silently slipped to the ground, then rolled to the side of the path. After several servants passed by, I looked up to the overhanging windows and spotted some likely-looking rooms. I stepped out onto the path and began to play my flute softly, of a honey-haired enchantress who had won the heart of a brave but humble warrior, conveying the hair color of the beautiful woman by interspersing her lush description of a beautiful maid with the buzzing sounds of honeybees!) On the lower floors, several disheveled heads of scullery maids peered out the windows at me in astonishment. Breaking off from my tune, assured them that the King had ordered a minstrel to play as a reward for the commendable efforts of the hardworking kitchen and cleaning staffs. The round-faced women looked at me dubiously, but were willing to accept the truth of my words, for their back-breaking efforts certainly were deserving of that much attention, and far more. Besides, if I did not belong, I should not have been permitted within the gates. They opened their window a bit further and returned to their labors. Finally, a dark-haired vision popped up in one of the higher windows: the stunning Onassa. "What brings you here, little flute player?" she called. "I have come to offer my tunes to your comrade in arms: Milady Auria." Onassa started to giggle at my double entendre. "A serenade for a concubine? We're usually not accorded such seductions." "Not exactly. She had asked if I might provide her some lessons with the flute." "We do not usually expect to have tradesmen soliciting for their services within the castle walls. I think the guards must be receiving a portion of your wages to permit such." I looked around quickly but saw no guard. Onassa smiled. "Ahhhh, you are not here under even a guard's concession. Well, I will beckon the aspiring flutist, but I don't expect that she'll wish to risk her lot with a clandestine lesson from a scruffy sort such as you." She left the window, and I crouched back behind the thick bushes, anxiously. This entry was taking longer than I had hoped, and, while the focus of the guards was presumably at the gates to deny entry altogether, it could only be expected that they would have at least some patrols on the grounds. After an eternity, Auria's golden head popped out the window, just as two garden tenders walked by, forcing me to remain hidden. Auria leaned out further to search, and I could see that, at least from the chest and upwards portion of her body which was visible to me, she was clad only in a green towel loosely wrapped around her torso, held in place by her hands. Just as she turned her head back inside, obviously to inquire from Onassa about her caller, I stepped from the bushes. Auria's huge brown eyes grew even larger in surprise, and she squealed, clasping her hands to her lips. The towel immediately slipped from its position, baring her breasts. Ah, soft and full they were, not so large or taut as, say, Lorena's, but magnificently shaped and capped with lightpink nipples - a perfect soft shape that cried out to surrender to a man's sucking mouth. Auria squealed again - engagingly so, I should add - and reached down to pick up the towel. Two female hands - Onassa's - reached around the honey blonde from behind and held her wrists. The darker-haired girl's head popped up over Auria's shoulder. Onassa grinned. "The young man has come up here and braved the guards just to play for you,Auria. Don't you think he's entitled to some entertainment in return?" Auria giggled, squirming to at least cover her chest with her upper arms and elbows butsucceeding only in pushing her mounds together, her nipples peeking out at me impudently. "Milady Auria," I called up in a stage whisper, "I have come to give you the lesson you demanded, if you would have it." Auria's smile widened, but she paused in thought. "Well....," she said slowly, "I was about to practice, so I do not suppose anyone should be too upset if an instructor is with me. But, if you get thrown out, that will be your own affair." "And well worth such a risk and more," I countered, bowing gracefully. Onassa released her hands, and Auria suddenly leaned forward, her hands resting wide on the sill, fully exposing her upper torso to me. "Alright, we'll bring you up through the kitchen, but I wouldn't want you to get any ideas about stealing the silver ... or anything." With that, Auria's smile broadened and she coyly rotated her shoulders, cause her taut breasts to shake at me. My jaw dropped,and Auria turned away from the window with a laugh. I scuttled over to the back entrance to the kitchen. A heavy old scullery maid, red-faced and covered with flour, walked out a few minutes later. She peered at me suspiciously, but dimly."You the new music teacher?" I nodded. "Yeah, well Mistress Onassa sez I'm to bring you up to the music room by servant's stairs. Looking at ya, all scruffy hair, I guess I can see why they don't want you comin' in the front way. C'mon." With that, I followed her wide ass in past the huge kitchen and heavily stocked pantry to a narrow stairway, and walked up three flights of stairs. The old servant was huffing as she got to the top. We went through a side door out into a magnificent hallway. I quickly looked around,trying to get my bearings to see if I could find a safe route by which I could reach Lorena's chamber. If I could, she could probably pass a message to the queen to see if we might find out where Lindea was being held by the assailant, "TN". No guideposts came into view. We stopped in front of ornate double doors. "Whatya lookin' for, young whelp?" The fat servant's florid face eyed me suspiciously. "Oh, just remembering some happier days when I was here before." Her brow creased in confusion; I expected a bead of sweat to pop out, so unused did she seem to the exertion of thought. "Oh, yes, "I was here last year visiting my cousin Lorena, Princess Paleem's lady in waiting. Perhaps you know her - her room I believe is over in the other wing. Big oak door, lots of reddish pillows," I added, describing the room from my visit two nights previously. The servant nodded slowly. "Tell you, what, if you would tell dear Lorena that Cousin Jaze is here in the music room, perhaps she might be free to stop by and offer a greeting." Again, the servant paused. "She and I just love to chat - oh, about life in the castle, and we talk about what she thinks of the various members of the castle staff." I gave the pudgy woman a measured, firm stare. She started,and her wrinkled features softened. "I'd be pleased to pass along to her my views of your own fine service." "Well, I have my duties in the kitchen to attend to; we'll see," she said abrubtly. She nodded toward the open doors, and then turned on her heel and headed back to the stairs.. I stepped through into a large music room, dominated by a huge piano resting at the far end of the room on the light-colored, hardwood floors. Auria, now dressed in a simple, short yellow gown stood inside the door, flute in hand, waiting for me. She smiled shyly. "I am pleased that you have come back to give me my lesson, Master Jaze. I would give most anything to be able to exert the skill that you displayed last night. But, I fear that the room's echos are too harsh for our playing. We have a smaller waiting room for visiting performers that might be more apt. Here, come with me." Auria turned and led me across the room to a dark door. I stumbled dumbly after, entranced by her bewitching ass. We walked into a small chamber, some four paces square. At one end sat a heavy overstuffed couch. On the floor was a thick round rag rug. Opposite the couch were a series of shelves holding various small musical instruments. Air and light came through two small windows looking out into an airshaft. We sat on the couch to commence the lesson. I realized that if we started playing we increased the risk that an official passer-by might question my being there. So, I stalled, starting by examining the grip by which Auria held her flute, taking every opportunity to reach around her and touch her soft hands with my own. She smiled and glanced over at me frequently. I then reviewed her playing posture, pressing her waist and hips frequently, even though she really had no defect in her posture. Playfully, I pretended to try different positions for her, contradicting prior instructions. Again, she giggled, squirming away from me. I asked her to show me her embouchure - the formation of her lips against the intake hole of the flute's mouthpiece. She pursed them with the requisite overbite, and I again gave her unnecessary instruction, showing her my technique on my own flute. She protested, "That's exactly what I'm doing, see?" Again, she demonstrated perfect form. "No, I think you're still not seeing it correctly from your side." Rather than face her, I slid tightly up next to her, my thigh pressing firmly against her own. I held her flute with my hands next to hers, and pulled the mouthpiece to my lips. "Now put your cheek against mine so you cansee exactly what I do." She did so, and I softly uttered a clean, low tone. Passing the mouthpiece to her mouth, I instructed, "Now you." She blew, with the same clear pitch and tone. "Let's do it again." I blew one note higher, and passed the instrument to her. Back and forth we traded, with the pass of the flute occurring with increasing speed. Soon, it became a game, and our lips grew closer together. Finally, we became jumbled, and our lips reached for the single mouthpiece together -- and I dropped the mouthpiece as our lips met one another, pressing firmly. Such softness! Oh, if the flowers could know such softness! Her lips melted into mine with the liquid gentleness of a dove's dream. Our lips clung, and then crept open, as our young tongues escaped to find one another, and play, and tickle, and sweetly sweep across each other. My arm rose and rested on her far shoulder as we turned to face one another on the soft couch. My hand explored the swirl of her neck, then slid down her firm back. She moaned into my mouth, and her hand reached up to clutch the back of my head to pull my face tighter against her. Her lips pulled away, her eyes devilishly searched my own. "Well," she said breathily, "is it true?" "Is what true?" "Is Charel telling the truth when she says you are endowed like one of the King's stallions?" I blanched in shock. "Charel told you this?" "Most certainly. We women of the royal entourage have a great deal of time on our hands and not infrequently compare the attributes of those we are called upon to serve. She was quite complimentary about you." My white face reddened. I stood up quickly. "It sounds as though you're comparing the attributes of a radish, or maybe a market hog." I was not sure I was mad, but felt I had a right to be. "Oh, I've angered you." She looked up at me, and stared down at my loins, now just in front of her. Her hand reached up and lightly pressed her open palm against the lump jutting forth. I had hardly realized that the entrancing beauty had overwhelmed my lustful desires. She smiled and went on. "And I seem to have angered him, as well; poor sweet thing," she cooed. Her soft, full lips moved forward against my fabric-covered loins, pressing against the swell of my burgeoning cock just below the head. I looked down at her sitting in front of me, her honey blonde hair framing her stunning features. The open gather of the neck of her blouse as she leaned to me exposed almost all of her magnificent titflesh. Her lips pulled away briefly, and then again pursed against my breeches, kissing the cloth and the shaft beneath with tender attention. Sitting up, Auria now slid the strap of her gown from her right shoulder, pulling it down herarm, until the yellow bodice descended below one pear-shaped breast. Again I goggled at the fresh, almost innocent swelling of her soft bosom. Auria's finger traced an outline of my cock with tantalizing care, and then she looked up at me, her brown eyes again wrenching conscious thought from me. Her voice became husky. "Would you like me to make amends, my well-hung friend? To offer my apologies?" I was speechless. Without taking her eyes from mine, her hands reached for the buttons descending just below my waistband.They quickly came undone, and she reached inside and lightly curled her fingers around my heated stiff rod. She pulled the heavy flesh out through the opening, my red tip bobbing just inches from her luscious mouth. Auria wrapped her fist around it, allowing only the tip to appear above her hand. Auria's eyes widened and for the first time lowered to cast their gaze upon my sex. Her lips parted in surprise. Her hand gently measured my length by strokingthe loose flesh up and down. "Astonishing!" she hissed. "I think making amends may be more of a task than I imagined. But a pleasant task indeed." With that, she again fixed her eyes upon me, and leaned forward, opening her tender lips slightly. She permitted my swollen cock tip to drop gently on her tongue,and I could see the first drop of pre-cum affix itself to its floor. The sweet lapper then drew back to the very end of my member, and then the two tips met, with her tongue endeavoring to probe inside the small slit at the end of my own. She hastened the pace of her hand's stroking, drawing out more of my leaking seed, which descended onto the tongue in a white string. Her eyes smiled even more warmly than before up at mine. She stopped her stroking with her hand resting around the fleshy collar at the neck of my engorged cock, and then her lips captured the entire reddish helmet underneath her upper lip. My tip soaked passively in the wet furnace of her mouth, until she drew her cheeks in, sucking outfurther of the pre-cum. Her eyes closed only briefly as I saw her adam's apple bob, denoting her swallowing of my anticipatory essence. The brown orbs then re-focused upon my face with adevilish hint of surprises to come. Her face moved forward slowly until her lips reached the end of her grasping hand. Then, both moved forward slowly, as she drew more and more of the thick, hard shaft into her mouth.In it went, and I expected at each instant that she would stop her capturing progress, but she continued to bore on further. I shuddered at the sensation of each succeeding inch being caressed by her soft lips. Her hand reached the base of my cock, but her head continued forward, while her hand flattened against my belly to give her mouth passage. I felt the tip scrape against the back of the roof of her mouth, and then probe at the opening to her throat, with several inches remaining outside of her sucking pink lips. With unwavering gaze upon my flushed features, she continued on,as I felt my tender cocktip enter her throat without pause or panic by her. With a wet smack, her throat absorbed even more, until I had given the beautiful vixen all of my length and her nose was pressed into my belly. After at least five counts of the clock, she finally, reluctantly drew her mouth back - again with maddening slowness - clinging lips squeezing at my blue-veined flesh at each stage. She stopped her ascent with the tip again soaking in her sweet mouth. Her face darted back forward, now quickly garnering my cock's head with her throat, and again incarcerating her prisoner for at least a five-count, before withdrawing. No man could remain impassive during such ministrations by one with the beauty and incredible skill of the stunning Auria. I began to anticipate her movements, and lightly thrust my loins forward. She took me easily down into her throat. I jerked forward some half a dozen times, and felt the rush of fire to my loins, so charged was I by the velvet torture of her talented mouth. To abate my early lust, I reached down and cupped artfully chiseled cheeks of her face and pulled her off my cock. The tip slid gently out of her wet, red mouth and descended her chin, leaving a white sticky trail of saliva and my seed. She arched her neck, and the hard,wet head of my organ bobbed below her chin, finally striking at her exposed right nipple. In a playful fashion, I roughly pushed her straight back onto the sofa and fell to one knee. I cupped my hand around her perfect breast. It indeed was as soft as my mind's eye had imagined, except for the hard, excited nipple. I darted my face forward and took that same tip into my mouth, lapping at the tingling bud. Auria moaned in pleasure, pulling my face harder against herchest. I swirled my tongue around the nipple and flushed aureole. Urgently, I opened my mouth wider and took in even more of the downy soft breast, suckling at it feverishly. As I knelt, my bobbing cock swayed against her slim thigh. As my sucking on her breast continued, I could feel her thighs tremble, and then twitch apart. Needing no further invitation, I dropped my head down between her thighs and pushed the hem of her short gown up toward her waist. Her knees parted further, and, to my surprise, I could see that the little tart had failed to don any undergarment after her shower, leaving her entire sexual region exposed to my feasting eyes. Her lightly-furred lips were swollen with passion, giving off a musty, aqueous air. I parted her labia with my thumbs and pressed my own lips against the flowering opening. She shriekedin pleased surprise. I looked at her quaking torso, over her softly quivering titflesh. Auria's eyes were locked on the scene at her loins, savoring both the image and sensation of my kiss. I allowed my tongue to lightly part her nether lips, and was greeted with a pool of her pussy's lustful emissions. I thrust the lapper deep inside, and wriggled it about against the walls of her sweet tunnel. She shrieked again. My tongue dove in several more times, remaining constantly in motion as it made its passage. Auria responded to each with a moan or keening chirp. Clearly,the maiden was afire with uncontrollable passion. I withdrew my tongue to the opening and ran it up her slit to her clitoris, swollen to solidity by her body's urges. My lips sucked and tugged at the heated node, and then my teeth, safely covered by my lips, nipped gently at it. She threw her hips up against my face with a groan. I tugged twice more and laved at the bud. Her staccato moaning rose to a nearly constant wail. "Oh, Lord, yes, yes, yes!" she managed through her trembling lips. Her thighs swung open and closed against my slavering face. With unexpected force of will, she managed to subside the writhing of her loins and grunt out huskily, "Please... now, I want you in me now!" She then sat up, drawing my chin up with her hand. She then kicked her wide-spread left leg over my head and stood up, and then wrestled me up onto the couch and into a sitting position. My hard cock stood straight up in my lap. The standing girl turned away from me, then pulled her robe's skirt up to her waist, baring her perfect, slim-hipped ass to me. Backing up, she gingerly sat back onto my lap. I guided her down with my hands on her hips and ass. She reached beneath her and grabbed my hard rod. As she sat further, she guided my tip into her wet portals. I slipped in about an inch, and then snagged. She rose up and descended again, constricting me tighter as she forced herself down... and then I burst in. She dropped fully into my lap, encasing me in her wet tightness. With a crooked grin, Auria turned her head and tilted it back to kiss me hungirly. As she did, her loins squirmed in a circle around my fleshy post that impaled her. I held her hips in my hands and increased the radius of her gyrations. She spread her knees so that they rested outside my own, and then leaned forward, resting herhands on my kneecaps. With that leverage and the grasping hands on her hips and ass, she had leverage to rock forward, away from me, and then drop her tight, young succulent channel back down on my filling cock. The hem of her robe drifted down so that it obscured our joined loins. With a groan, she raised again so that my throbbing muscle came almost completely free. Almost immediately, she slammed her slim ass down, smacking audibly onto my loins. Her eyes pressed shut as she concentrated on re-ascending the peak of passion to which my mouth had brought her.From the short, panting breaths that accompanied her vigorous riding of my cock, it seemed that such a moment might not be too far away. I levered against her pumping loins by clutching tightly to her hips and forcing my ownreddened cockshaft heavily up inside her. Her wetness seemed to increase, and it trickled from her juicy cleft down my shaft, pooling in my nether hairs. Implorations to ram into her harder spat out of her pouting, panting lips. The demure young beauty I first had met had since been possessed by the soul of a wanton she-devil. With no further warning. my lover's body tensed above me and her uttered oaths and profanities ceased, replaced by a sustained cry, rising in pitch and volume upon each second's passage. Her body shook, and her hips jerked in four long spasms. The pulsating tugs upon my own lustful organ only confirmed the obvious, her achievment of a stirring orgasm while riding my broad sword. I held her ass more firmly as she shuddered with each new rictus of her coming. Her wailing cries descended to pleased moans, and over her shoulder, I could see her stunning features split in a broad grin. She experimentally brought her ass up one more time, and slid her satisfied quim down again on my cock, obviously testing its rigidity, its capacity for further immediate relief. Suddenly, the door from the main performance room swung open, revealing a shocked Lorena,the beautiful, statuesque lady-in-waiting to Princess Paleem. Rebca, their shorter, dark-haired (and equally beautiful) maidservant peered around her shoulder. Both were wide-eyed at the sight of our two sweaty bodies, locked together at the genitals out of sight beneath the hem of Aurina's skirt. Lorena's features finally began working again, and she broke into a superior sort of grin. "So, if it isn't my long lost 'cousin' Jaze, once again dipping his wick at Solstice Castle, and now with one of the King's concubines." Aurina brushed a stray blonde curl from her own face and slid the strap of her gown back upher right arm, re-covering her sweat-glistened breast. She glared back at Lorena, but made no move to rise from my lap. No one said a word... *Trane*

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Even though she remained silent, Auria continued to torment my the unrelieved countenance of my soldier ennestled in her by affording it squeezes of strength and control, traveling from one end of my shaft to the other -- all while giving no outward sign to the two lovely intruders!
I finally broke the silence, stammering, "Well, you see, Lorena, the lady requested lessons on the flute..." My voice trailed off as I saw the blonde Lorena guffaw; even the demure Rebca silently tittered behind her slim hand.
Lorena japed, "I can see that she is receiving whatever lessons you're giving 'on the flute', but I don't see what kind of instruction you could be giving to an experienced harlot." Auria glared at her; Lorena responded in kind. I could sense considerable tension between them, each perhaps resentful of the other. Lorena had considerable education and probably considered herself near-royalty, but was limited largely to contacts with the lady she served, Princess Paleem. Auria, as the King's concubine, was educated largely in those arts that might amuse the King - music, floral arranging, and perhaps, certain sexual amusements - and enjoyed his ear and confidences, but was disparaged by others in the castle as little more than a whore.
I protested, "Well, it's more than that, milady. You see, I had to contact the Queen to apprise her of what I've learned regarding the conspiracy to steal the jewels from the Prime Minister, and this was the only means by which I could gain entry."
Auria's head whipped around, her venom now directed at me. "What, pray tell is this? I was merely your ruse to enter the castle??!! You vile little ass!" The honey-haired woman jerked her hips forward while her inner muscles clenched at my member, nearly ripping the beleaguered fellow by his roots. She then leaped to her feet, her gown's short hem maintaining her modesty by falling to her thighs. She whirled, and stung me with a slap to my cheek. She stormed by Lorena, paused as thought she were about to also slap the taller blonde, and then flounced through the door. I remained seated, stunned, with my still-stiff, cunt-wetted rod jutting toward the ceiling through my unbuttoned breeches.
Lorena looked at me disdainfully, and then turned to the cameo-featured brunette. "Rebca, dear, would you please aid this pervert in re-arranging himself as befits one in the presence of ladies?" Rebca nodded obligingly and fell to her knees before me. She grasped my thick, sticky cock in her slim fingers, the tips barely meeting around my thickness. Before attending to her task, she gently jacked me up and down, coyly looking up at me beneath lowered lashes. Lorena interrupted, "No time for playing, now, Rebca; and heaven knows he doesn't deserve it." Rebca sighed regretfully and tucked my manhood back inside my trousers, re-buttoning them with not a little effort over the bulge created.
Lorena plopped herself next to me on the couch, while Rebca curled up on her haunches on the floor. "Now, you little fool, tell me what makes you think that the Queen would have the slightest interest in anything you would have to tell her about the theft of the jewels. Anyway, Rebca seems to have been cleared of suspicious, so I don't see whey we need to get involved at all."
"It's not that simple," I replied. "If the Prime Minister awakes from his injured state, which could happen at any time, he could re-count that he saw a young man who had no business in the castle at the door to your chambers - with Rebca - at the time of the attack. This certainly would shed a new light that might return suspicion to her, and me. Besides, the Queen has expressly asked us to look into this matter; we have a very special commission."
Lorena looked at me doubtfully, and then glanced at Rebca, who lowered her eyes and blushed. "What is this special commission? You don't mean...?" I shrugged meaningfully; Rebca's head dropped even further. Lorena's jaw dropped.
I could see the wheels working in the ambitious blonde's head: if she could somehow share in our obviously intimate relationship with the Queen, her own stature in the castle would be enhanced. She set her jaw and looked at me sternly, "Well, I will pass your message, if I can get through to the Queen - but if she insists she knows you not, I will look the utter ass, and will make you pay!"
Lorena stood and turned to Rebca. "You stay and deflect any visitors to make sure Jaze isn't discovered. And, would you two please not be naked when I get back?" Lorena rolled her eyes, as though lecturing mischievous children, and left the music room.
I assisted Rebca onto the couch, where she huddled against me. I placed my arm around her shoulder. The mute beauty looked up into my eyes expressively. Her gaze told of much she wished she could tell, if only she had the ability to speak. She impulsively leaned forward and kissed me on the cheek, a sign of gratitude for my efforts to clear her from suspicion, I supposed.
We remained there, voicelessly consoling one another with our arms wrapped around each other, until we heard footsteps just minutes later. I huddled in the corner while Rebca peered out the door. She stepped aside as Queen Serjeen strode through the doorway, with Lorena in her wake. The Queen, a tall, dark beauty with features chiseled as if by the greatest of sculptors, eyed me with not a little awe.
"Well, my wild young friend, it seems as though you have an infinitely varied capacity for breaching the castle's security. How did you manage it this time?"
Lorena coughed, "I'm sure Your Majesty has no desire to hear such a boring tale." I blushed for the second time. The Queen looked at me inquiringly.
I bowed and replied, my words tumbling over one another in a panic. "Well, Your Highness, it seems that the mysterious assailant bears the initials TN and has - if you will accept my word with only the utmost of respect for His Highness intended - he has been in some contact with the King. And, I fear the for some reason he and his Drofnats legion has taken the castle's laundress, a reputed Gypsy Queen named Lindea, as his hostage." I then explained in some more detail the note I'd found in the King's tent at the revels in which this "TN" reported something about "legitimate heirs not all dead" and "not enough jewels to be sure" and "all holders must concur, but expect trouble from church and gypsies."
The queen stared vacantly in thought. "Hmmm. This TN must be Thaddeo Novan, a military administrator who I'd always thought bore more loyalty to himself and his fellow Drofnats than he did to the King. As for jewels, it seems they bear importance beyond their mere value as baubles on crowns. I have heard tales in the past of powers that might be possessed if a mass of certain ancient jewels were amassed and controlled, but all thought the stories to be apocrophyl, even if all such gems might be found. The myths insist that they were scattered to the far corners of the lands. My husband seems to have been spending a considerable amount of time with Thaddeo, which I could not understand, as he is such a dreadful, macabre man."
Serjeen began pacing. "This could be very serious. We have no way of knowing who can be trusted. I suppose we can at least check out the southwest corner of the lower basement of the castle, as that seems to be the lair of the Drofnats soldiers who are part of our castle guard. The three of you had best come with me; Jaze, you look enough like you could be a footman assigned to assist me."
The Queen then strode out the door, not stopping to see if we were following her. We scrambled after her in pursuit.
For the first time, I could stride the halls of the castle without skulking around or diving into doorways at the first sign of a guard. Being with the Queen, watching all we passed bow low with respect, was extraordinarily heady. Still, I could not forget the dangerous, critical mission we were undertaking, one in which even the Queen was in the dark.
At the two long hallways, we came to a heavy door that led to dimly lit steps the the basement. From there, we traversed two further hallways until we came to a dimly lit room, beyond which we could see a further, intersecting hallway. The Queen turned to us and motioned us to silence, bidding us to stay where we were.
She went to the corridor and headed down it to our right. The three of us - Lorena, Rebca and I - peeked around the corner. We saw the Queen stop in front of a closed door guarded by a short, hairy guard - clearly a Drofnats. The man clearly was not of the King's elite, he was ill-shaven and his uniform bunched unceremoniously around his sloppy girth. The guard clumsily bowed in surprise.
Serjeen impatiently bid him rise. "Good eve, Guard. I would enter this room, if you will make way."
The guard's eyes opened wide, and he began visibly sweating and stammering. "I would grant that wish ... or any wish ... of your majesty, but, you see, the tradition of the Drofnats is that none may enter when our religious rites are performed and ... with the highest of respect to Your Highness, but.. I can't!" His response rose almost to a wail.
"Guard, you will find your captain and obtain such leave. Do I make myself clear?"
The stumpy man began shifting from foot to foot in panic. "All the captains are inside, uh... praying your highness, and I cannot interrupt them. Could you come back in an hour; I'm sure they'll be done then?"
The Queen stared at the little man, and stormed away, back towards us. Coming into the small room, she whispered hoarsely, "Well, of all the nerve. I'm sure there's something going on in there; the Drofnats' religion isn't THAT important to them. We've got to get past that dimwit. Lorena, I want you to go down and lure that man away from the door; use whatever wiles you require."
Lorena grimaced uncomfortably. "Wiles, milady? What would I have to offer to him to move him away from..." Her breath caught. "You mean, you want me to suggest to that fat, filthy little guard that I might be willing to...?"
Serjeen's voice was sharp. "I don't want you to suggest anything, you self-important tramp. I want you to march down there, open his tunic, and take his cock into your less-than-pristine mouth until we can get past him."
Lorena sputtered. "But Your Highness! Surely you cannot expect this from an educated lady-in-waiting to your own daughter, the Princess! What about Rebca?"
"She's mute, you idiot. How will she explain her purpose here to him."
"But surely there's someone else?"
Lorena looked hopefully at me. I shrugged, "I fear that I am not his type, milady. Lorena glanced at the Queen, who scalded her with a look conveying the idiocy of her unspoken suggestion.
With a bitter sigh, Lorena turned the corner and walked up to the guard. He looked at her suspiciously, but not without undisguised lust. The Drofnats were not known for the sophistication of their attitudes toward women.
Coquettishly, Lorena looked down at the man, trying to convey submissiveness notwithstanding her heighth advantage. "Oh my, I am lost here. I just love exploring this old castle but I seem to have become lost."
"You sure are lost; 'tis no way that a woman should be here in the realm of the Drofnats soldiers. We should have you in shackles for even being here. In fact, I may have to hold you until my captain comes out from his conference in here." The guard chuckled meaningfully, as though he had just figured out how he might while away the time with the tall, high-titted blonde as his temporary captive.
"Oh, please, sir. I was causing no trouble here. I certainly wouldn't want to embarass my Lady by getting into trouble here. In fact, I would do anything to avoid it." Lorena's long lashes lowered modestly. The guard seemed lost in thought at the significance of her statement.
To cut short his confusion, Lorena reached down and reached under his tunic, obviously rubbing his bulge that lay beneath it. "Perhaps I can find a way to make this problem... ease a little?" The guard nodded hopefully in response.
With a grimace, the tall blonde dropped to her knees in front of the guard. She reached under his tunic with both hands and pulled his brief *ketchel* - or undergarment - down his thighs. Lifting up the tunic's hem, Lorena exposed his thick but short organ, which impudently poked out at her. She clutched it roughly in her right hand and yanked at it. He sighed gutturally and closed his eyes.
With obvious hope that nothing more would be required. Lorena began stroking the shaft's loose flesh up and down with her long, tapered fingers. The guard's fat hips jerked up against her hand. She reached up with her left hand and cupped his hairy balls, then lifted and caressed them to hasten his release.
"Lord, yeah, you wench. That is a gift from the goddesses themselves!" Spittle dripped out of his blubbery lips as he exclaimed his release.
She stroked faster, and the fat guard's breathing grew heavier. Suddenly his eyes sprung open, and the Queen motioned that we should slip down the hall with her as he was fully distracted at the time of his release. Just as quickly, we stopped, as his wide-eyed alertness signaled nothing more than the onset of an idea. The piggy eyes looked down at Lorena.
"Hey, Wench" - it now seemed to be her official name, in his eyes - "you can do me better than that!" He bent over and roughly grabbed the shoulders of her gown, ripping them down almost to her waist, bringing her large, high breasts into view. His face grew red in excitement, and he grabbed the jutting orbs, squeezing them painfully. Straightening up, he grabbed a hank of Lorena's blonde tresses in each hand, pulling to either side. She quickly sensed his implicit command, as she parted her lips slightly. The guard backed away with his hips, as though cocking an arrow on a bow, and then rammed forward, driving the stumpy organ into her pink mouth. She grunted in astonishment and alarm, futilely trying to control his entry with the hand by which she held his cudgel.
"Holy sheep days, Wench," he spewed, causing us to be grateful to the Gods that we were not born as sheep in Drofnats, whatever may have been intended to be conveyed by his oath. "It's been so long since I've been with any woman, and Lord you are the sexiest one ever." He continued his lurching onto her mouth, fully removing his thick cock on each outstroke with an audible smack as it left Lorena's lips, and then driving it back in, nearly reaching her throat. "When I blast, you might well drown, ya got me so worked up."
On his next instroke, he held his loins and dirty pubic hair right up against Lorena's nose. She glanced over to where she could see the three of us peeking around the corner, glaring daggers at us in her discomfort. The Queen motioned with a twirl of her hand that she should position herself so as to turn the guard's back to both us and the door. Lorena did so with some difficulty, as the wild pumping of the guard's loins threatened to pitch her to the side. She remained kneeling only because the heavy-set man held her up painfully by the hair clutched in his hands.
After three more strokes, he began to bellow like a wounded animal and increase the length of his strokes. Lorena's bared breasts bobbed and jerked on her chest. She manfully tried to survive the assault on her mouth by the uncouth simpleton, moaning in time to each stroke. She tried to grasp the base of his cock when it next emerged from her mouth, trying to use her hand as a stopper to minimize the depth of his entry, but he summarily swatted her hand away and drove even further into her maw.
The Queen again motioned us to follow her, and we crept down the hall toward the oddly matched couple. As we got closer, we could hear his refraining murmur, "Gotta spew, gotta spew it," and then, just as we slipped behind him, he grunted hoarsely like a farm pig.
I glanced down just in time to see his still pumping cock emit a heavy stream from the tip, blasting straight into Lorena's open mouth. The tip and cock followed it in, and then emerged covered with her saliva and his own spend. He pushed forward again, but so wildly that he missed her mouth and so his next white blast struck off her cheeks. He continued to pump and shoot his sticky cream, some of it into her gaping mouth and throat, and some in cascades on her lips, chin and chiseled cheek bones.
I felt a tug at my sleeve. The Queen was pulling me into the doorway. I threw up the latch there as quietly as I could, glancing back to make sure that the still spewing guard was not paying us attention. Sure enough, his head remained thrown back as his seed cascaded over the arrogant blonde's features.
The three of us slipped inside the door, and were greeted by an astonishing sight. In the torchlit room, we could see an elderly crone, long grey hair askew, kneeling on the floor, chains linking her wrists and ankles. She was surrounded by three other Drofnats guards, each holding a large club.
Above her, chained to the wall, was the lovely gypsy Lindea. Her simple frock was nearly shredded by the slashes of a whip. Though angry red cuts and welts were visible through the rends of her clothes, the indomitable, dark-eyed, dark-haired woman retained a fiery, confident countenance.
In front of her was the object of her fury - and her whip-bearing torturer. His face turned toward us and smoldered in recognition and anger. I gasped.
Finally, I was face-to-face with the green cloaked assailant.

*Trane*

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I barely abated the quaking that stirred within my spine from the glare of this man. His dark eyes glimmered with the sheen of the carapace of a poisonous thayl bug. Those eyes had seen evil; in fact their possessor had ordered its commission, and enjoyed the view. His thick, trimmed beard obscured but did not hide his thick-lipped slash of a mouth.
His demeanor lightened slightly, obeisantly as his gaze swiveled to the face of the Queen. "Ahh, Your Majesty," he croaked in an oily tone. "You will forgive me if I do not ask you to stay, but I am about the King's business, and the presence of the Queen would not be appropriate." He turned to the nearest guard. "Lanceman Walesh, if you would be so kind as to escort Her Highness upstairs, and please be sure to assist her as some dampness can collect and make the stairs treacherous."
Queen Serjeena did not move. "I do not recall that the King's business has involved the torture of young girls, Thaddeo Novan. And I will not leave until there is some convincing explanation for this!"
Novan sighed theatrically. "Your Highness, this gypsy wench and her people represent a threat to the continued reign of your husband, and I am merely seeking information. The King is fully aware of the threat and approves of these steps."
"My husband would not approve of such tactics! You are lying, Novan."
Novan sighed more heavily, as though confronting a wayward child. "Very well. Lanceman, if you will please go up and advise His Majesty that his wife is here and wishes a fuller explanation of our efforts to protect his throne." The guard hesitated. Novan shooed him away, urging, "Go ahead - he will come." The young guard hurried off.
Just after the guard slipped through the doorway, two other guards came in, gently guiding the prince and princess - Phrenshraw and the lovely, red-haired Paleem. Lorena, looking only somewhat disheveled, came in behind, wiping her face with the back of her hand; I could not suppress my grin at her predicament, to which she responded with a mouthed epithet apparently likening me to some part of my hindquarters. Phenshraw looked confused, and then grew angry as he saw the stunning Lindea (whose tryst with him in the laundry room several nights earlier I had interrupted) chained to the wall. Paleem appeared stunned, and not a little guilty. Her eyes refused to meet mine, but she did not appear suprised to see me.
A skinny, round-shouldered soldier, the taller of the two, stepped around them and addressed Novan. "Your Eminence, these two were lurking outside the door. I thought it best that you knew." Paleem turned to Serjeena, "Mother, I saw a scullery wench beckon Lorena to meet Jaze, and well, interesting things seem to happen around him. I brought Phrenshaw with me to see for himself... and, well, I was told you were all headed down here."
Novan squinted as if in thought, and finally smiled. "Yes, I suppose it would be best if your children were here as well - to discover how much they too might have to lose."
Suddenly, the pieces seemed to fall into place, guided by the minimal explanation given me by the Queen. I stepped forward.
"So, Mr. Novan," I sneered. "You have somehow garnered enough of the jewels, and, with the coerced assistance of Lindea, have uncovered some information with which you are ... perhaps, blackmailing King Abret."
The Queen turned to Novan. "I believe young Jaze may be onto something. What is the power of these jewels and how are you using them?"
A rasping croak erupted from the floor. The old crone rose gingerly and walked over to the Queen, stopping briefly to glare at Novan with hatred. "I will tell you of these jewels, Your Majesty. For they caused the ruin of my people, the gypsy people." The Queen nodded, and the old woman continued.
"It has been passed down from generation to generation, this story, few believing its literal truth. I know now it was not simply some legend. In the olden days, our land knew of wizards of modest but benevolent power, with which they could create animals of grace and beneficience and birds with a song to move the meanest of hearts, and keep the rivers clean and the crops plentiful.
"To enhance their powers, a convocation of all the world's wizards and the finest of craftsmen of precious jewels - all of whom were gypsies - was called. They assembled a store of the few truly precious gemstones in our land and carved and embued them with tremendous powers to see sights from both faraway lands and long distant times, as well as to control the powers of nature and even the minds of men. The priests were brought in to bless this undertaking, to suffuse their magic with the purpose of serving God and the deity's creations.
"Alas, at this time the old King, an ancestor of Abret and you two children", she added, nodding weakly at Phenshraw and Paleem, "suddenly passed away - many suspected poison - and his sole heir was a boy of only three. So, a regent was selected to govern until the boy was of age. The man chosen, Jackur, was a monster, from Drofnats." The woman spat out the last word, as though to rid her tongue of the taste of its speaking.
"Jackur had designs on the kingdom's powers and sought to turn the wizard's magic to his own uses. Knowing the beast's plans, the mages wisely refused and dispersed the jewels to many corners of the kingdom, although the regent seized some of them and stored them in the castle. To prevent their misuse, the stones' magic was altered so that it could be fully used only in the presence of a high priest, a king or queen of the gypsies, and the king or queen of the kingdom. In revenge, Jackur then had the wizards slain and the gypsies driven into exile. To impede the perpetuation of the power of the priests, he decreed that they should forever after remain celibate."
I broke in. "And somehow, Novan, you have collected most of the dispersed jewels, and were trying to force Lindea, who you believe - as do we - to be the rightful heir to the throne of the gypsies, to aid in your use of the jewels."
Novan's head snapped to me and his eyes roared in pained contempt. "Who is this ignorant young whelp and how did he get into this castle? What did he do, sleep with every woman in the castle?"
A sudden silence descended on the room. Novan did not seem to understand its significance, but Paleem stood straight and looked around. She looked not at Lorena and Rebca, and I suddenly knew for sure that it was Paleem who had spied on the three of us in our initial tryst in Lorena's bedchamber several nights before. Paleem's eyes lit on her mother's face; Serjeen flushed slightly. "Mother??!!", the young girl cried. Phenshraw's gaze turned toward Lindea, whose dark beautiful features softened in guilt. "Lindea?" Her refusal to meet his eyes was all the confirmation he needed.
The Queen broke the tableau, muttering unconvincingly, "Don't be silly, dear." I looked for a quick exit from the room, but the stern visage of the guard nearest the door quelled any such thoughts.
Just then, the King burst through the doorway, raggedly dressed in a wrinkled blouse with shirttails askew and his breeches only half fastened. The Queen glared at him, and I could only speculate that he and the youthful blonde triplets with whom he had dallied the previous night had been interrupted in yet another visit to the oceanic fantasy I had weaved for them. Abret stopped as if struck in the forehead. His eyes slowly scanned the room, while his face changed expression at each stage - as he espied his wife, his children, his laundress in chains, me (albeit receiving the least of his attention), the old crone, and - finally - his apparent confidant.
"Thaddeo," he roared, "what is the meaning of all of this?"
The assailant's voice increased in its insincere greasiness. "Your Highness, your family and their scruffy retainers unfortunately have descended as by surprise upon the Drofnats' private quarters. They have interrupted the interrogation of which you and I spoke last eve. If you would reassure these well- meaning but misdirected members of your family that I am indeed carrying out the business of the throne and ask them to retire elsewhere, I would be quite grateful."
Serjeen strode over to the King, sneering at his incriminating dishevelment. "What is this? You agreed that this inhuman creature could put the whip to a laundress? I will not stand for it."
Abret's features softened placatingly. "Dear, there are serious threats about which you do not know. We - Thaddeo and I - are addressing them. Please do not ask further."
The dark-haired queen rose to her toes, and I realized that at her full extension she was ever the equal in height to her husband. "I fucking well will ask further!" An audible gasp rose from the guards and the Princess, for none had known any queen to use such language. Her stare pierced at Abret's soul. His eyes dipped, and then he lowered his shoulders in defeat.
"Thaddeo," he murmured, "bring out the jewels and show them."
The beak-nosed man strode to a table next to the still- chained Lindea and opened a box. He motioned to the skinny guard, who unlocked Lindea's chains and pushed her over to stand next to the table, her hands still shackled. I remain astonished at the captivating, regal beauty and self-possessiveness which she conveyed.
In the box, I could see the mezmerizing brilliance of a collection of bright-colored stones of all hues. Novan carefully spilled the contents onto the table. Shimmering gusts of sparkle, of colors, of, for want of a better term, *magic* cascaded throughout the pile. Novan looked up triumphantly, grinning. "I have almost all the stones here. With the assistance of the King and at least the presence of Ms. Lindea here, we can read many things of the past. Most of these we wish to know, and others we would prefer others not to know. Come closer know, as the visions are not altogether clear in that we do not have the full roster of those who should attend."
The royal family stepped closer to the table. Lorena, Rebca and I - being of lesser station - remained behind them. Novan mumbled some incantation of guttural words, and a tableau appeared above the table. It appeared to display two figures about as tall as my arm is long - a man and a woman. It was an astonishing feat, these figures appearing in the middle of the gloomy air of the dungeon, as though they were shadows projected on a wall, but in full color and in all dimensions. I craned my head to the side, and my view of them changed as though I was indeed walking around a couple of dolls. Still, the vision wavered, as though viewed under the surface of a running brook.
Abret took on the air of a carnival barker. "These two are Disproul - Abret's cousin - as she was some eighteen years ago; the man is some unknown person, a peasant perhaps, whose features we cannot make out. As you will see, Disproul will engage in some activity one would not expect from the unmarried niece of a king."
At that, Paleem, ever the observer of all things salacious, crowded closer to the table for a better look, leaving me room next to her to gain a better vantage. I stepped up and the figures became markedly clearer. The man was revealed to be a strapping, lantered-jaw, athletic fellow of about thirty-five. The woman, in her late twenties, had light brown hair and striking, firm features. Novan's eyebrows raised in apparent surprise.
Abret gasped in surprise. "I knew that man. He was... No, it is impossible. He wouldn't...." The king left the man's identity unspoken. The couple bore a vague familiarity to me as well, but I could not place their faces to save my soul.
The couple was embracing heatedly. She wore a short, light blue gown, from which long, athletic legs emerged. The man wore a long dark robe, almost a cassock such as those I had seen visiting church dignitaries wear. Suddenly, his strong hands grasped the front of Disproul's gown and kneaded her breasts through the thin garment; her excited nipples pressed against the fabric exposed between his fingers. After a moment, his hands grasped the top of her robe and gracefully pulled it below her firm breasts. Her arms snaked around his neck and pulled his face to hers, where their lips dueled in a passionate kiss.
Paleem squeeked in surprise and not a little excitement; her brother, Prince Phrenshaw emitted out a long, low whistle, which drew a rebuking glance from the king. Serjeena shook her head, muttering, "I don't think the children should be watching such carnality," but made no further move to banish them from the room, paralyzed as she was by her shock at seeing the tableau floating above the table.
Lorena and Rebca glanced at each other and pushed forward to view this taboo sight for themselves. Just then, sounds began to emerge from the couple in the scene, sounds readily identified as the sort of panting and sweet implacations of a couple lustily enjoying the fruits of one another's body. "Oh, Andis," her voice cried in tones that were no less regal for her passionate endeavors. "I know we shouldn't but, oh God I love the feel of you, and your strength."
The King glanced at Novan and accused, "I did not know you could elicit the sounds of the event." Novan shrugged, "I was not aware of this myself. Somehow, our powers with the jewels increase. Perhaps with more than one member of your family here, the use of the jewels is enhanced."
The man, Andis, a name that also tickled the back of my mind, quieted her with a kiss. In a voice of great timbre and obvious power, he admonished, "Hush, my sweet princess, we should not be using His name, and have so little time." He gently lay her on the ground or floor - one could not see the surface on which they rested. Andis dropped his head to the beautiful woman's breast and began suckling voraciously. As he did, he slid the gown down over her slim hips and down her thighs, revealing her flat stomach and light-brown pubic hair.
His left hand slid over Disproul's stomach and cupped her mons. Her slender thighs sprung open willingly, granting him entrance. I could see his strong hand rub at her flowering cleft, and as her hips began writhing, his middle finger probe at the parted lips and then forcefully enter her. Her hips jerked up to capture his digit, pressing herself against the base of his hand.
Andis sawed in and out of her, bringing her to even greater passion. Her loins rocked mildly from side to side, as though in a dance, but the clenching of her thigh muscles revealed the nearness of her completion at his hand. With a muffled scream, her head darted forward and clasped his thick, dark hair between her teeth, and her hips jerked up and locked against fingers. It was apparent to all watching that her climax was upon her. Our room was filled with the sounds of our own heavy breathing, almost matching the loud breathiness of the stunning Disproul.
As her spasms subsided, she reached up and pulled at her lover's collar. "Come now, my love," she pleaded. "We have limited ourselves to play for too long. Come and take me, at least this once. The future is too uncertain to leave ourselves with regrets for consummations that we have let elude us."
When the man hesitated, Disproul wrestled with the collar and the buttons descending the front of his gown. She pulled it away from him, exposing a pale but heavily muscled, slim body. He was wearing a loose undergarment, a sort of short pair of pants, which was bulging obscenely with his own arousal. He looked down at the tented garment, as though surprised himself at the presence of this creature within.
Disproul leaned forward and wrestled the short undergarment over his hips, carefully drawing it over the tip of his stiff member. Her cry of, "Oh my lord!" coincided with the gasps of the women present: Serjeena, Paleem, Lorena, and Rebca, and even the shackled Lindea. Even though the figures were in miniature, perhaps one-fourth of their normal size, it was readily apparent that the man's cock was huge, larger than any I had seen displayed at the orgiastic festival the previous night.
Disproul grabbed the giant shaft and began to work her hand up and down its length, causing the essence of his seed to trickle out the tip and coat her fingers. "My love," she cried huskily, "I can claim no great experience in the dimensions of men, but this far surpasses what I might have hoped to enjoy from you or any man. Please, impale me with your sword now!"
Disproul again lay supine with her legs spread wide for her handsome lover. He awkwardly lay atop her and allowed her to guide his mammoth cock to the entrance to her tunnel. As the tip parted her flowering lips, instinct took command and his hips pushed forward. "Please, Your Grace," she protested with a wince. "Take your time, as it may take a moment to accomodate you."
Andis nodded and moved back, resting the cock head just inside her. He pressed forward more slowly, and then withdrew. When Disproul smiled, he renewed the motion with a hairsbreadth more force. He was clearly making headway in his efforts.
With five more insertions, each incrementally further than its predecessor, the man slipped all the way into her. Disproul's smile changed to an open-mouthed gasp, stretched as she was. Still, she encouraged him on, raising her hips in invitation. Resting his weight on his outstretched arms, Andis began rocking back in forth in that eternal motion enjoyed by passion-joined lovers. Disproul raised her knees to ease her accomodation of him.
He smiled down at her warmly. "I hope that I somehow am bringing you comfort, my sweet lady."
She grinned back, to the extent she could through the cunt- stretching sweet torture of her impalement. "My love, you are bringing me pleasure beyond my ability to described, and heightened as it is by my love for you." I could see tears of joy well in her eyes, and then Andis' face descended to hers in a kiss borne more of true love than of simple passion.
Still locked in the kiss, Andis' hips increased the tempo of their lunges into her. Disproul locked her ankles together behind his ass and urged him to yet greater speed. After only a few moments, their lurching turned into a frenzied coupling, their loins slamming into one another.
With a strangled cry of "Yes, my love!", Andis held his hips to the loins of his lover, and one could almost see him jet his seed into the slender beauty. Her own explosion was just as obvious, but quieter, as she smiled into his dark eyes, panting through her finish. As their storm subsided, their loving kiss resumed.
Novan swept through the tableau with his hand and muttered another foreign phrase that we did not understand. The tableau slowly faded from view. All eyes in the room, save Novan's, were glazed in astonishment - even those of King Abret, who I had understood had seen this scene before. Apparently, his previous viewings were without the clarity afforded on this occasion.
Queen Serjeena spoke up, her glinting eyes giving away her own excitement at watching the fornicating couple. Yet, her voice remained calm. "Very well, Novan, you have through this magic shown us my husband's long-dead cousin trysting with a man..."
"And quite an impressive one!" Lorena piped up.
"Oh, shut up, girl!" the queen admonished; the blonde blushed and backed away. "So what is your point in showing us this?"
Novan smiled, as though in triumph. "Well, Your Highness, it seems that as a result of this assignation, poor Disproul found herself with child. Her scandalized family sent her off to the Berkan Islands to have her child, to hide their shame."
"Some three years later, old King Wherel passed away without any direct heirs. So, it was left for the sitting cardinals to choose among the most direct heirs for the occupant of the throne. There were two candidates: his sister's son, young Prince Abret, to whom you had been married several years earlier. The other candidate was his brother's daughter Disproul, and a messenger was sent to tell her of the King's death so that she might return to stake her claim to it, if she chose.
"If she were to return, she would have had a very strong claim. Of course, the preference is to place a male on the throne where all other factors are of equal weight. Here, however, she might well have been granted the throne if she had sought it, as she was older than Abret, and exceedingly smart and talented, even musically so. The conventional view of your husband at that time, by contrast, was that he was a pleasant and well meaning young man, but not particularly bright or responsible, inclined as he was to savor the more hedonistic pleasures of life." Abret raised his head as though to protest, but remained silent.
"With this in mind, we come to the events that make it crucial for you to not interfere with the plans that I have made with the King's approval. We will now display a scene of a ship tossed about on the waves one sunny afternoon. On this ship was one Disproul and the twins that she bore as a result of her impetuous afternoon with the..." Novan broke off, as he espied the King standing there, shaking his head, his eyes staring at the jewels on the table. "What is it, Your Majesty?" Novan beseeched.
"I had no idea; no idea at all," the sovereign muttered through his dark beard. He looked up guiltily. "That man, Andis, the one who fathered Disproul's children - he was the Cardinal for all of our country...." *Trane*

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