The Borgias

[Snork Maiden]

Lucrezia

Quickly discarding her clothes and tossing them across the luxurious Roman bathroom she returned to her brothers side as he lay in the warm waters of the sunken bath.

She watched as his penis twitched before her rising from the water its beautifully veined profile splashing back under her brother's control. How she loved it when he caused such motions inside her, he was indeed a skilled lover.

She knelt next to him parting her legs to allow him to play lazily with her sex, his fingers gently parting her petals and teasing her until they hung delightfully obscenely from her swollen vulva.

He ran a wet finger through them, tugging lightly on her small flaps of flesh. His finger probing for her entrance his eyes filled with lust as he studied her sex. She felt the tip of his finger enter her.

'hmmmmmmmm Cesare, oh yes my Brother.', she moaned with pleasure as he finger fucked her, first with one finger then introducing a second, he slid them slowly in and out of her twisting his wrist gently as he felt the smooth wet walls of her love tube, his thumb working through the upper folds of her pussy locating the hard bud concealed inside its hooded cloak.

She pressed her hips forward as he located it, now pressing the pad of his thumb against it whilst his fingers curled up inside her pressing outwards from inside. She orgasmed almost instantly clamping herself around his probing fingers.

Cesare smiled with satifaction as she coated his fingers with her sweet essence. Ah my sweet sister, how deliciously juicy you are!

Lucrezia was oblivious to his comments, riding her hips gently back and forward on his fingers she could feel her second orgasm rising, the first barely subsided.

'oooooooo Cesare you are magnificient she groaned thrusting more forcefully onto his fingers and shuddering as her second orgasm broke. she ground herself wildly on his hand.

If I was to make you my whore, Luca dear I would be a rich man, Cesare quipped as he watch his sister take her pleasure, But I couldn't bare for any man other than myself to sample your delicacies, your nectar invigorates me so.

With his final comment he withdrew his fingers, transferring them swiftly to his mouth licking and sucking her creme from them.

Lucrezia now recovering from her double orgasm slipped into the bath facing him. Grasping his hard cock lightly and stroking him, she watched as his foreskin rolled back and forward over the swollen head of his throbbing member, her small hand only just managing to close around it.

There are many men in this world my brother, each with a beautiful pego. Yet known would I rather have rooted inside me more than your beautiful shaft, she watched the bead of precum form in the tiny slit as she pulled his foreskin upwards. But I'll not let you come, my Brother, I want you to save it for now, she released his cock resuming her bathing activities.

Climbing from the water she stood before him, her body glistening, her nipples proud and painfully tight her pussy engorged and fully displayed. She looked down at him then spoke

Well are you going to lie in your dirty water all day, or are you gonna Fuck Me !, she reached between her legs fingering herself moaning seductively

 

[ariosto]

"Mais d'abord mon doux... une leçon française.!"
He said grinning as he rose from the water like a young Neptune and picked her up easily.
She flung her arms around his neck and they kissed passionately, his tongue parting her lips and slipping into her mouth, teasing and caressing her own as he carried her to the great high bed.

He laid her gently down and parted her legs, kneeling between them...running his hands over the smooth flesh of her inner thighs.
"Let me worship at your lovely cunt sister mine...I would touch and taste the honey that I see beaded on your flower."

Lucrezia was fully aroused and after two strong orgasms her lips were swollen and distended, between them he could see the narrow dark slit of her passage...the route to ecstacy.
His fingers once again pressed against her pearl, spreading the tender pink folds away and exposing
the glistening nub.
He leaned forward and began licking it...
short strong licks, like a kitten at a milk bowl.
She shuddered...tensed...her fingers laced into his dark curly hair.

"Ummmm...so sweet."
He whispered against her and his warm breath sent chills through her body.
His tongue curled up and began to stroke her tiny jewel from underneath as his fingers began to pinch and rub it from above...

"Do you like this my lover?"
He paused and looked up at her.
"Oh yesss! Cesare is this the French lesson so long deferred?"

She had not the heart to tell him that he was not the first to teach her. She's enjoyed such attentions many times.
Instead she spread her smooth legs yet wider and began to fondle and squeeze her own breasts.
"Please brother dear, devour me then...be a glutton and drink all of me that you can..."
She lay back on her elbows and watched him.

Cesare moved lower and kissed each dewy petal before slipping his tongue deep into her slick tunnel...Luca pushed forward burying his face in her downy mons. His tongue twisted and turned inside her like a small animal while his fingers continued their incessant rubbing of her pearl.

His cock was an iron rod between his legs, he thrust forward rubbing it against the coarse fabric of the bedspread. Her legs were tightening against the side of his face. His eyes open he could see his sisters fingers squeezing and pulling her nipples, taught tremors ran across the skin of her belly...she was close to another, very close.
His lips moved up and sucked her clitoris into his mouth and his fingers replaced his tongue, hooking upwards to rub against the rippling hot walls of her vagina...

She gasped...went rigid.
He shook his head, his stubbled cheeks abraiding the smooth skin of her thighs, her tortured pearl a captive in his sucking mouth.
Luca bucked up against his face driving his fingers in deeper.
A violent contraction!
Cesare plunged his tongue into her once again just in time to taste the sweet ambrosia of her creamy release.
Her hands grasped his head and pulled hard! He wanted to crawl into her...to bathe in the warm juice of her passion. Her orgasm was long and hard and he felt every tight spasm of it.
It was only when she began to relax that he withdrew his soaking face from between her legs and climbing onto the bed buried his aching cock to the hilt into her still quivering passage.

 

[SexyChele]

Rosa

Rosa sniffed and tossed her head at her "sister-in-law". The pig had always hated her, always felt her too lowly born for her brother. Little did she realize just how low her own brother could stoop to find pleasures of the flesh.

"Ambrogia, you will excuse me your ramblings. You rarely, if ever made any sense to anyone. No wonder you have always been but a mere dalliance to men."

Rosa turned on her heel, before stopping at the door. Turning, a cruel smile playing on her lips, she looked at the woman before her.

"And don't you wonder, my beloved sister-in-law, just who my son is celebrating his investiture with? It's certainly not you. Perhaps you should go in search of your plaything? It shall help release all that energy you seem to have so much of."

Before the other woman could respond, Rosa left the room, hurrying down the corridor towards her own chambers. Her mind wandered over the morning. How splendid Cesare had looked! He was certainly a mother's pride - what woman could ask for more from her son?

She smiled as she reached her chamber, and a page opened the door. The room was large and well appointed. She removed her hat, and was taking her hair down - such heavy tresses, her hair always gave her a mild headache when bound too tightly. As she busied herself, she heard the door open, and imagine the page had returned with inquiry as to her desire.

"Go away, boy, I wish to be alone at the moment!"

"Mama, it is I."

Rosa's hands dropped to her lap as she spun around. She looked into the dark eyes, and handsome face.

"Juan."

 

[ariosto]

Little Juanito had grown into a giant of a man. Six inches taller than his brother Cesare who was of no small stature himself.
Juan was the Bull and Cesare the hawk...

Rosa looked at her son and dispaired. Though outwardly more aggressive than his younger brother she knew he was no match for him. That the Hawk would win and the bull would be left to rot in the fields was a certainty.

"Juanito...Come here! Let me hold you."

A rare smile crossed his face and he lumbered in, taking his Mother by her hands and kissing her cheeks.
"Mama, how wonderful you look!...It seems so long since I've seen you.!"

She blushed at the remembrance. Too much strong wine for both of them and then a frenzied coupling in the ArchBishop's bed chamber...they had both done their best the next day to remember it only as a dream and in many ways Juan was a dream for a lonely and lusty woman.
And at forty three years of age that's how she found herself...lonely and still very much the lusty girl Roderigo had married 25 years ago. Since he became Pope, he'd all but abandoned her for more and more perverse dalliances.

She remembered showing Juan how to relieve himself when he came to her with his first erection. He was magnificent even then.
She'd instructed Gabriela her handmaid to take care of his needs and promptly went into a jealous sulk whenever she did so.

He was ay the core a simple boy in the guise of a man...a powerful man, who was now pressing himself against her body
In away to make a mother blush.

 

[SexyChele]

Rosa felt Juan's body pressed against her, and she suddenly realized just how long it had been since she had been in the arms of a man.

She expected Juan to release her as quickly as he wrapped her in an embrace, yet he did not. Instead, she could feel his body wrap around her, his lips on her neck. She ran her hands up his back, and felt him shiver. She smiled, remembering the days when all she need do was snap her fingers to make men follow her anywhere.

When the bulge between his legs pressed into her belly, Rosa felt a rush of excitement and also the forbidden. She managed to push her hands between them, and held Juan's face between them.

"Juan, Juan my son. It has been far too long. I have missed you. Missed you very much indeed. How -"

Her question was cut off as Juan's lips crushed against hers and she felt his tongue probing her. She moved her lips against his, gently sucking on his tongue.

And tried to forget that he was her son.

 

[Snork Maiden]

Lucrezia

Once again she was where she most loved to be. Well, almost but still it was good being underneath as well as on top, besides it had been a long restless night, full of excitement and the day quite tiring too, she had enjoyed the bath greatly, a prelude to something more she hoped.

She smiled to herself, knowing it was wrong, so totally and utterly taboo and forbidden. Yet even with this knowledge and her conscience pricking she knew she was addicted. No one knew her body like her brother, right from an early age the experimentations had begun,

She recalled the time she and Cesare had peered through the crack in the door of their parent’s chamber. The strange noises and groans having alerted them to the fact that something was happening. Recalling the silent tussling they had in the corridor as each fought to take a turn to watch with amazement at the bedside scenes of Roderigo and Rosa. Later how they too had re-enacted the very same activity.

At first she found it cumbersome and awkward but as time progressed Cesare honed his art and she too discovered new delights provided by her own body and his. That all seemed like ages ago as she lay now fondling her breasts. She pinched and tugged her nipples whilst Cesare snuffled and panted like a ravenous hog hunting for truffles between her legs. She pressed her head back into the soft pillow that crowned the bed feeling it sink into the luxurious feather filled case and closed her eyes,

‘mmmmmmmmmmm Cesare mi amore’, she sighed as Cesare pushed his tongue into her once more, ‘So this is the French lesson you promised me ?’ She reached down to stroke the hair on her brother’s head.

Cesare continued to lick laviciously at her hot aroused sex, his arms hook around her legs pulling them open, his fingertips pressing firmly into her smooth thighs so that they appeared to be fixed in a series of small indentations. His hips ground into the bedspread as if he was screwing some invisible hole. He raised his head, his eyes half closed with pleasure and looked up at her across the smooth plateaux of her slightly raised stomach, through the valley between her breasts into her eyes which peered down at him curiously.

His teeth flashed a wicked smile as he gripped her soft folds lightly between them, tugging gently at them before releasing them allowing them to relax back taking up their normal crinkled appearance.

‘Ah Luca’, he said quietly, ‘Never have I tasted the ambrosia so sweet and so rich’. He ran his tongue slowly through the puffy folds of her crease and inserted a finger causing her hips to involuntarily rise to meet its welcomed intrusion. Cesare curled it upwards seeking that slight swelling he knew that would send her over the edge within a few moments.

She writhed with pleasure as he expertly fingered her sensitive, hot hole now wet with her own excitement but mostly his saliva. She groaned, her back arching with the pleasure she was experiencing. Feeling her tighten around his finger Cesare quickly moved on top of her, guiding his aching cock into the velvety smooth sheath. Its tightness gripped him to his utmost satisfaction and he began to ride his manhood in and out of her, grinding his hips to meet hers as he slipped forward.

The strokes were slow and delicate yet deliberate, he maximised and extracted the full pleasure of her pussy as it engulfed him, slowly he could feet her relaxing again and he movements became more urgentl, raising himself up on his hands as he pumped into her.

‘Ooooooooo yeah Cesare, my brother, pump your mighty cock into me I want you deep, deep inside me, make it pulse the way I like’, Lucrezia cooed, clamping her own muscles onto the rigid pole of flesh now rhythmically pistoning into her. She looked up into her brother’s eyes and then reached her arms around his neck pulling her face to his and sucking hungrily on his mouth. Her hips began to buck under him bouncing with the mattress to meet his thrusting.

Lucrezia sighed with satisfaction. ‘Is there more to this French Lesson ?’ she asked dreamily..’

 

[ariosto]

Yessss...more, but it can...wait.

Luca may have been on the bottom but she was in control, her delicious contractions adjusting the tempo of his fevered thrusts...FORTISSIMO!...alegro...FORTISSIMO...alegro...
He was her horse, her satllion and he could not wish for more.
She lay under him, under his hard sweating weight, so beautiful, so flushed with desire...his only wish to please her. To watch her face as he propelled her to another shuddering pleasure and another...then to release himself into her body...to fill her with his seed until she burst!...To bathe her, to lacquer her with his spend...to...

A knock at the door..."Mistress..."
a whisper.

"DAMN!"

Luca placed a finger to his lips, he sucked it into his mouth.
Her eyes glittered...

"What is it, Gabriella?"

"His Holiness...your father approaches."

Luca squeezed his cock in her hot silken vise and threw her arms around his neck...she began to grind her mons into him, her heels scoring into the backs of his thighs...
Her expression was wicked.

"Tell the Pope I'm indisposed...that I shall see him at the fete tonight."

Cesare was stunned at his sisters boldness...
His lips met hers in a crushing embrace.

"Someday he may kill you Luca."
Her nails were digging furrows in his back.
"Someday he may kill us both...but right now I want you to finsh what you started...let him stew outside the door."

A new respect for his sister bred even greater passion to his actions and he began to drive her forcefully across the bed with deep powerful thrusts..he could imagine his father listening outside the door as he groaned in fevered arousal, driving hard into his sisters silken sheath...
"Close...close....CLOSE!"

He felt her going tight all over, her eyes closing...she was going to..
He let go!
He knew his grunting cries of release could be heard in the next chamber but didn't give a damn!
Load after load of thick hot semen shot through the pulsing length of his cock and filled Lucrezia utterly...

 

[Snork Maiden]

Lying with her brother peering down at her, raised on his powerful arms, his hands spread either side of her head, his tussled hair hung over his forehead, still damp from the bath, allowed small drops of water to fall occasionally onto her face. She smiled up at him, still waiting for a reply to her previous enquiry. Her thoughts were interrupted by a low knock on the heavy wood door of Cesare’s bedchamber.

“Madame?”, a voice called at the door, “Your Father, his Holiness is here, He wishes to see you”, the maid continued.

Lucrezia watched the grimace form on her brother’s face and he attempted to dismount her. “Not so fast Brother”, she whispered locking her legs around his holding him in place. She gripped his manhood tightly with a strong contraction as if to punctuate the clinch.

“Gabriella. Could you please inform his Holiness that I am currently in disposed with a very bad headache and I am resting here for a short while. I will see him later this evening”, Lucrezia instructed the house servant. She knew the excuse was weak and the very fact that she was in her brother’s chambers would doubtless not sate his determination to see her.

She smiled devilishly at Cesare, raising her head she pressed her lips to his stealing a quick taste of his mouth before releasing him and allowing her head to fall back into the soft pillow. The two siblings listened as the maid’s footfall diminished down the marbled corridor.

“Some day he may kill you Luca”, Cesare said as he watched Lucrezia beam with wicked intent, her hands caressing him gently as he continued to thrust into her. She ground herself against him, the friction of their bodies heightening her pleasure and she felt her climax build.

Moments later, with all the passion of a Mediterranean maiden, she erupted, gripping Cesare tight and digging her nails into his back. Her cries could quite possibly be heard throughout the Borgia’s apartments but all caution had long since been swept away with the desire that now filled her whole body. She writhed under Cesare’s powerful frame as he continued to thrust harder and deeper into her, his own orgasm teetering on the brink of oblivion until finally he could hold back no more.

With a final thrust he plunged his aching shaft into her hot quivering body emitting a loud groan of satisfaction as he released his stream of semen into her. She could feel him throb and pulse inside her as he pumped his excitement into her rippling pussy. Her head rolled and thrashed from side to side, perspiration beading on her forehead and her back clinging the sheets.

Cesare rolled from his sister turning sideways to face her as he did so, his eyes closed, both panting and catching their breaths. Lucrezia pushed the hair from his eyes and smiled. “Papa would have a bird if he could see us now”, she laughed. Cesare grinned back at her.

Remembering the scene she had been party to earlier that morning, with the vulgar Ambrogia, in this very same room a new scheme began to hatch in her mind. Her hand stroked the side of Cesare’s muscular body, down over the bump of his hip bone, her fingers wandering down through the thick curls of his pubic hair, damp with her own excitement to his sticky deflated member. “hmmmmmmmm”, she sighed feeling its size, magnificent even when semi rigid, her tongue flicked from between her lips as she wetted them. Pushing him gently onto his back she whispered. “Perhaps I should take over the lesson”, she smiled dragging her nails over his chest and nipples and licking down over his solar plexus to his navel. Her hand gently squeezed his cock feeling it beginning to rise again in ardure, still lower she continued, the coarse hairs brushing her nose as the scent of their passion filled her nostrils.

Her tongue snaked from her mouth tentatively tasting the cocktail of juices that coated his manhood, then more urgently she began to kiss and suck at it until she reached the tip, sucking it fully into her mouth. She could hear the sighs of pleasure as her tongue worked it’s magic on the glans of his cock, feeling it beginning to swell inside her mouth, the piquant taste of it’s sticky coating tantalized her taste buds. Her mouth salivate as she hungrily drew his cock deeper into her mouth, her tongue flicking lightly across its surface, curling and wrapping itself like a cloak around the bulbous tip. ‘Hmmmmmmmmmm’, she moaned with muffled delight.

 

[ariosto]

"Luca...your a devil."
Cesare leaned back on his elbows and watched his sister as she worked him to new life with practiced ease. Her luscious mouth, her fingers, even the whispering touch of her hair on his rising manhood, all combining to bring him erect and throbbing within moments! He loved to watch her caress him, the contrast of the beautifully groomed aristocratic hands, grasping his thick heavily veined cock was always enough to set him off even without the dessert of sweet full lips and honey pointed tongue.

"Luca together we can rule the world..."
Her bright eyes glittered...
"Together we will caro mia."
She whispered around his twitching shaft, then gently began sucking his testicles.

"OH GOD!...That's nice....I won't ask where you...OH GOD! That's nice!"
Her fingertips were stroking the sensitive skin between his sac and anus.
Cesare balled his fists up and shut his eyes....
"Yessssssssssss....."

She was lying along side him, her thigh pressing against his arm and with a few gentle nudges he conveyed to her what he wanted.
Luca threw her long, beautiful leg over his chest and settled back...back...back until her petals, damp and swollen with arousal touched his lips.
"Now we can dine on each other Brother dear."
She whispered taking his steely cock into her hot mouth.

Cesare knew he had much to do to get ready for the 'Festival of Whores' but suddenly NOTHING was more important than seeing how far into his sisters tempting fragrant cunnie he could thrust his tongue...

 

[Snork Maiden]

Pope Alexander VI

Roderigo paced the halls of Borgia’s Apartments; his footfall resounded throughout the high vaulted chamber, his face stony face revealing his anger and impatience which was building by the minute.

“Damn that impudent pup”, he thought to himself as he gazed out over the balustrade towards the palace of St. Peter. He was annoyed for several reasons, firstly the impropriety of his sister, Ambrogia, whom he had caught delicto flagrante seducing his Son. Then of course there was Cesare himself, his defiance and disregard for authority was becoming quite intolerable, “There is nothing more dangerous than an ambitious man with no goal”, Roderigo thought to himself, ”I must find something to occupy his time”.

Of course Roderigo already had several ideas hatching, most of these involved cementing ties between rival houses and so securing his own power base. Highest on his agenda was the dissolution of his daughter’s marriage.
He considered young Lucrezia his prize asset and a resource that needed to implemented to it’s maximum possible effect.

The French where becoming troublesome in the North. He was no fool several emissaries had approached Venice seeking passage of the Burgundians in their pursuit of the Turks. With D’Qem happily secured in a prison cell Roderigo felt better about the Turkish issue, still he suspected it more likely that Charles had his eyes on a more local jewel, that of the lands of Ferdinand.

Of course by sealing the ties between Aragon and Borgia by way of Lucrezia, Pope Alexander saw the potential to no only increase his standing amongst the sea of dissenters and of course reap the many other benefits. But first that useless husband Giovanni must be disposed of, least wise the ties that bound him to the Borgias needed severing.

Roderigo walked slowly from the Apartments towards Rosa’s house. He would need to discuss the plan which they had conceived the night earlier and set the wheels of fortune in motion. He had great faith in his Mistress and felt sure that the outcome would indeed be favourable.

These new thoughts placated his mood somewhat, although he was still annoyed with Cesare and it was a great inconvenience that Luca should succumb to a head fever but women were women he mused.

 

[SexyChele]

Rosa

At the knock on her door, Rosa pulled immediately away from Juan. She patted Juan on the arm, then glanced in the mirror as she called out for a moment. After checking that she was presentable, she placed her fingers to her lips, indicating to Juan that he say nothing.

"Enter," Rosa called out, and was astonished to find Roderigo at her door. "Your Holiness."

Rosa affected a short term mood of respect, before meeting his eyes. She watched as his gaze drifted to Juan, and felt her cheeks flush.

"Juan, please, leave us for a moment, my son?" Rosa stroked his cheek as he passed her, and when she looked at Roderigo, she saw the storm brewing on his face. Surely it wasn't in regards to either her or Juan. She shrugged her shoulders and walked over to the wine decanter, pouring herself a glass.

"Would you care for some, Roderigo?" Rosa began filling a second glass even though he had yet answered. "And to what do I owe this visit?"

Rosa turned, offering him the glass, a rueful smile playing on her lips.

 

[Snork Maiden]

Pope Alexander VI - Roderigo Borgia

’ Mi Rosa más querido, Juan, estoy alegre encontrarle ambos aquí’, Roderigo greeted his mistress and eldest son as he entered. ‘ ¿Espero que usted gozara de la ceremonia esta mañana?. He looked at Juan and added ‘Juan, nos excusa, yo necesita hablar con su madre en privado’

Juan nodded, “Naturalmente santo Padre” turning to his mother, ”I shall of course see you later Mama” , he smiled, kissing her lightly on the cheek ”I shall leave you both to your privacy.” . Opening the door to leave.

”Juan, I shall need to see you also later, perhaps in my chambers, there are matters of urgency I must discuss with you regarding our French neighbours.” , Roderigo said catching his son by the arm and looking earnestly into his eyes.

“Perhaps we shall all have dinner later, I will check with Luca she can assist me, it will be nice to have a family gathering again” , Rosa added

”Indeed Mother, that would be most enjoyable” , Juan replied then finally turned and walked from the house towards his own apartment in the Vatican.

Roderigo closed the door, then turned back to face his Mistress, she was pouring wine from a decanter, her hand extended offering him a glass of the deep red claret. He accepted it, swirling the deep red colored liquid in the goblet.

“Ahhh, well I suppose there is at least one good thing to come from Burgundy”, he laughed lifting the glass to his mouth and drinking deeply from its contents. His mood softened, the earlier anxieties passed from his head as he regarded the woman before him.

He wrapped his arm around her waist pulling her body close to his own and pressed his lips to hers. ”You know of all the women in this world Rosa, you are indeed a Sorceress, even after these ages you captivate my heart still”, he smiled at her, the tender side of his roguish nature seen only by the few he kept closed to him.

His eyes sparkled with all the passion of a Spanish Matador. ”Come let us walk in your enchanted garden”, he said leading her though the house to the sizable garden at the rear of the building. ”I fear I have been neglecting my duties as a Lover, please forgive me it has been quite a trying time, and young Cesare tests me so”. .

They settled on a bench under a large shady almond tree, it's sweet scented blossom permeated the air. Brushing her hair from her face he gazed at her beauty. Yes indeed she was the mother to his fine family and approaching her middle years, yet her beauty was undiminished and raven black hair showed no traces of silvering. She had looked after herself well. He moved his face towards hers again kissing her lightly on the lips, his hand holding her lightly by the waist, pulling her to him.

I miss the days of we spent in the hills Andalucia and Valencia he said, reminiscently. He could smell her subtle perfume, her large brown eyes wide with a passion and fire he had found irresistible from the moment he had first met her. That had been twenty plus years earlier, and yet still after all his womanising he still found himself enamoured by the woman who had stood by him, supported and campaigned for him.

 

[ariosto]

"He's gone Mistress."
Gabriella whispered through the door.

Luca and Cesare were nearly 'gone' as well.
Their mutual feast was reaching a delicious finale of thrusting tongue and cock, sucking mouth and clenching cunt.
He swirled dipped and plunged into Luca as she took his immense length into her throat...beyond words...pure animal lust as it so often was with them. They were and had been each others favorite playground for years.

He felt her fingers closing around his sac and gently begin to roll and squeeze his testicles... she was mixing up a volcano with her hands and mouth.
He reached up and grabbed her round cheeks, spreading them apart so he could lick her sex voraciously from pearl to anus...
never anything so sweet!
He was about to cum...he held back as long as he could but it was a floodtide rising without restraint and beyond control...
He tightened like a spring and then thrust up violently as the scalding semen shot through his cock and erupted into his sisters mouth!
She nearly gagged on the thick white spend but never relented, never released...sucking out...swallowing everything he could give her.
Luca in turn, triggered by her release acheived her second orgasm, filling his mouth once again with the warm sweet cream of her fullfillment.

They lay gasping on the bed.
Suddenly the room was hot as an oven.
"Let's throw on a robe and go out on the balcony Luca...So what if anyone sees us. They all know anyway."

She sat up and gracefully slipped off the bed stepping over to her vanity...she began brushing her lustrous hair.

"Very nice Brother dear, the French girls taught you well."
She walked over and slipped her arm around his waist.
"Now perhaps we should talk about your Festival of Whores...shall we?"

 

[Snork Maiden]

Lucrezia

Lucrezia smiled wickedly up at her brother leaning on on elbow her breasts rising and falling as she caught her breath. A small trickle of her brother's cum trickled down the side of her mouth towards her chin and she absent mindedly wiped it up with a finger and then sucked on it.

"Very nice Brother dear, the French girls taught you well, She flicked his flacid member playfully, "oh well I suspose thats it for now."

She pulled herself to her feet, and walked to the wash stand quickly dousing her sticky crotch with the cool water and then dried herself. Cesare lay on the bed watching her as she carried out the task in such a matter of fact manner.

"Festival of Whores!", she said over her shoulder, "Yes that does sound interesting, and so disgustingly YOU!, she laughed,

"Only you could think up something so devinely outrageous", she turned to face him again, "and pray who might be attending this 'ceremony of delights'"

She walked back towards the bed, the afternoon sun shining through the balconied window illuminating her body in it warm rays. "Indeed lets go onto the balcony, I feel some fresh air would be good for my aching head and you can tell me all about it. I am to take part in this thing?", she replied in response to her brother's suggestion.

She grabbed a robe and cast it over her shoulders then walked towards the balcony. Well?.. Are you just going to lie there?

 

[ariosto]

"Well," Cesare said, struggling into his clothes...
"Emilio is handling all the details but I can give you a quick idea."

His hands slipped over his sisters bosom and he kissed her neck warmly...

"Then tell me Dear brother, I'm all ears."

"Not all...ears." He squeezed her breasts and laughed.

"What shall I wear Cesare...what does a whore wear these days?"

"Why some say they wear clothes excatly like yours."

She spun around fire in her eyes, her hand raised to strike!

He caught her wrists and kissed her hard on the lips.
"No no, sweet Luca, Cesare is only making a small joke."

He released her and leaned over the balustrade, hands clasped
togeter staring down into the courtyard where lackeys were lighting torches and lanterns.

"Emilio has been engageing the talents of the finest courtesans in Rome to be here tonight. I have contacted a number of willing ladies to participate, as well as a few that I want to 'surprise'. Not telling them who their fellow revelers will be!"
He chuckled and so did Luca...
"I can imagine who those women might be!"

"As for what to wear...why anything you want as long as it won't be a nightmarish struggle to get out of.
"Oh and you must be masked. Everyone must be masked."
He paused to caress her cheek.
"I think the revel will begin within an hour...but we can be fashionably late."

"Cesare, it sounds like a diabolical idea...I LOVE it.
Now tell me the most important thing...what men will be there?"

In the dark she couldn't see but could sense his smile.
"No one my dear that you would mind fucking. I chose them with that in mind."

 

[SexyChele]

Rosa

Rosa sat next to Roderigo, the beauty of the garden surrounding them, the wine a bit tart against her tongue. How she missed the robust wines of Spain!

As she looked into Roderigo face, listened to his words, she once more felt the young girl she had been when she'd first attracted his attention. Then not only had she been a beauty, but she had ambition and drive. His look reminded her that her ambition had taken several turns since then. Yet, she still strove to get the most of life.

Rosa smiled as Roderigo's words. Yes, she remembered the countryside in Spain. The stark beauty of the hills, the smell of the sea on the air. She placed her hand on Rodrigo's arm, and squeezed it gently.

"Yes, Rigo, I remember those times well. The days of our innocence and youth, no? I go back there still, sometimes, even if only in my dreams."

She felt his gaze on her, and turned to look into his deep brown eyes. His life had done much to seize the man he had once been, yet he was still vigorous and appealing, with a charm that was too much for any woman to ignore.

"Now, I hear you have a plan for Lucrezia -"

But before she could finish her statement, she felt his fingertip rest against her lips, his eyes telling her that now was not the time. Rosa felt her heart begin to beat faster, and she knew her eyes were becoming darker with desire. She placed her hand over his and held it to her lips. Gently, she kissed the tip of his finger, her eyes never leaving his.

 

[Snork Maiden]

Roderigo - Pope Alexander VI

His finger pressed lightly to her lips to still what ever words she was about to utter. He gazed into her eyes, watching her pupils widen as they sought to focus on his own and he turned his head slightly to one side, a half shake, before returning it to face her.

Her hand captured his and her mouth parted as his finger pressed against the soft pillows of her lips, the tip of her tongue pressing forward to lick the pad gently, then she was sucking on it. He smiled, he could feel his arousal stirring under his robes, his cock resting on his thigh inching higher as it grew in size..

He withdrew his finger from her mouth his head moving forward as he did so, his eyes closing before their lips crushed each other. His tongue pushed forward into her welcoming mouth and he could taste the wine she had been drinking mixed with her own sweet saliva. He sighed gently, a humming sigh reverberating from his nose as their kissing intensified. His right hand sliding up the outside of Rosa's blouse, grasping her left breats, his fingers holding it firmly whilst his thumb pressed over the cotton fabric, locating and teasing her nipple now stiffening under his manipulation.

He pushed forward slowly lowering her body down onto the bench his own hanhanging over her, still their mouths remained joined as their tongues entwined and sought out each others mouth.

Her breathing became more intense, and his hand now wandered lower, gripping at the hem of her skirt and pulling it up in handfuls until her thigh was exposed.

His hand lingered on the soft warm flesh of her leg. The smoothness of her thighs driving his passion on as his fingers worked thier way under the canopy of her skirt. Rosa's leg parted willingly allowing his hand to seek out her aroused sex. His fingers pressed firmly into the soft puffy mound and moved in a slow circular motion, his thumb pressing into the folds of her labia seeking out her hooded rosebud. She groaned and gasped as he located it with the tip of his thumb.

His fingers continuing to move between her legs, parting her lips and probing the wetness of her folds seeking her entrance. The heat and moistness of her pussy translating themselves into total lust as the sensations hit his brain. He could feel her hand seeking out his member and he shifted his position to allow her easier access ...

 

[SexyChele]

Rosa

His fingers on her sex disolved the years that had grown between them. Once again, Roderigo made her feel like a young girl - desired and the center of his universe. She felt her body and mind giving themselves easily and willingly to him. His thumbs rubbing her nipples until they ached in their hardness. Her thighs spreading for him, her sex eager for his touch.

She clutched at his robes, pulling them, entangling her fingers. With a soft smile, he eased her haste by helping her to find what her hands most desired at that moment.

Rosa felt his hip, the flesh still smooth, and ran her fingers over his skin. As her hands found the rise of his buttocks, she gently sank her nails into his flesh, kneading him, hardly able to wait to feel them as they rose and fell against her.

Ah, but there was yet time.

Reaching around, Rosa let her fingers slide into the hair that grew just above his manhood. Pulling lightly at the fine hair, teasing him, knowing her fingers were so close to his aching need. Rosa let her fingers barely graze his growing manhood, before she held the tender sac. At his gasp, she began to knead and pull, squeezing gently. Feeling the firm round fullness, she allowed her fingers to dance across the skin.

His lips were once more on hers, moving, searching, demanding. She gave herself to him, willing to once more be his completely.

Finally, her fingers encircled his manhood, now fully erect and throbbing with need. She slid her hand over the length of him, feeling the veins rising to the surface, the droplets of clear liquid forming at the tip. She was torn whether to pull away and kiss him there as she used to, or to simply allow him to plunge into her, thereby satisfying both their needs.

She circled her legs around him, letting the tip of his erection rub against the length of wet sex.

 

[Snork Maiden]

Pope Alexander VI - Roderigo Borgia

The softness of her fingers and the gentle fondling of his balls brought the blood surging into his manhood, causing it to swell almost painfully. ’unnnn’, Roderigo groaned low with pleasure as Rosa rubbed the tip of his hot aching pole against the hot, wet petals of her pussy, it’s sweet essence coated the tip as pearls of his own precum seeped and clung to her like a fine gossamer threads.

He buried his face in her now exposed bosom, grasping her full round breasts one at a time and kissing the soft fleshy globes. Rosa’s nipples were aroused and standing proud like cherries ripe for plucking. Slowly Roderigo ran the tip his tongue around one of them, drawing it into and sucking the crinkly areole with his mouth. His teeth clamped lightly on the sensitive teat and he tugged playfully at it, flicking the tip of his tongue teasing over the trapped nugget.

Rosa continued to tease her pussy with the tip of his cock, gently rubbing the throbbing member against her aroused vulva, her fleshy labia wet wrapping themselves around it’s head as she pressed it into her, pulling it up toward her own hooded pleasure bead. She sighed with delight as Roderigo switched his attentions to her second nipple his hands squeezed and stroked her breasts occasionally letting them running down her sides to her hips. He was thoroughly enjoying his mistress. His tongue rolled lazily over the bud, again sucking hard on it as he sucked it into his mouth to repeat the tongue dance.

Releasing the nipple from it pearly captors, he continued to kiss and lick Rosa’s breasts, slowly working his way between them and down toward her stomach, his hands now grasping her waist as his tongue flicked and circled around the small indentation of her navel. Rosa in the meantime was forced to relinquish her grasp on his manhood as her lover slid lower still, towards the triangular carpet of soft hair that guarded her sex.

She grasped his head pushing him lower, but Roderigo was in no hurry as he continued to tease her, heightening her arousal. The scent of her pussy filled his head, its musty perfume brought a flood of saliva to his mouth as he continued to kiss at the soft inner thighs, just close to but deliberately far enough way from her pussy to cause Rosa to wriggle as she urged her dewy flower towards his soft pleasuring lips.

Roderigo was now kneeling before Rosa, as she lay stretched out on the wooden bench, her legs spread wide, her sex fully exposed and pouting. He paused to gaze on it with admiration and lust, licking his lips and inhaling the fragrance, his cock twitched impatiently between his legs and the urge to rise and plunge it into the beautiful wet gash presented before him was almost uncontrollable.

Gasping her waist he lowered his face to her crotch, his tongue snaking from his mouth as it lapped at the honeydew seeping from inside her. Intoxicated by her flavor and scent, his mouth closed around it, his tongue dipping deep into her folds seeking the source of her ambrosia spring, Rosa groaned with pleasure, gripping his head and tangling her fingers in his hair as she ground her hips into his face.

Roderigo stroked his cock gently with one hand keeping his hardness intact as he sucked the delicate folds of flesh into his mouth, stripping them of their sweet exotic essence and rolling his tongue up and down the length of her pussy, gently flicking the small bud peeping from its hooded hiding place and causing Rosa to squeal with pleasure as he took her clitoris gently between his teeth just as he had done earlier with her nipples.

‘Ummmm Rosa Mi Amore’ He murmured, his voice muffled by the furry covering of her pubic mound, his fingers of his free hand now working under his chin to seek the tight entrance of her love passage’, Rosa sighed as his fingers located it, slipping slowly into her and wriggling as they sought out the soft swelling that he knew would bring her climax.

 

[ariosto]

The siblings parted with a flurry of kisses, each to make ready their costumes for the night.
Ambrogia had helped Cesare prepare his outfit and now stood in front of him surveying her handiwork.
A Satyr looked back at her. The mask was finely wrought of gilt wood and had been in use with a 'commedia della Arte' troup until last night.
The horns were eight inches long, flared widely and resembled two rampant erections.
Strapped on to his loins, the new Cardinal wore a comical wooden cock, brilliantly polished and painted crimson, that stretched nearly two feet in front of him. A harness was slung under the tip and rose back to Cesare's shoulders to help him portage the 20 pound appendage that nestled his own formidable member comfortably within.

"You are a perfect Pan, little nephew...a Priapus to make a maiden's blood boil."
His aunt seemed well pleased.

He adjusted the strap and the one eyed head of his wooden pego looked straight at her.
"No maiden's tonight, Auntie. What will it do to a whores blood?"
He grinned behind the mask.
"Let's find out shall we?!'
With a leap he was on the bed and waving the monstrous cock under Ambrogia's nose.
She shreiked with false alarm and then buried it's cool extremity between her naked breasts.

A knock at the door.
"Mi Cardinale!..are you ready?"

It was Luca.
"Come in..come in dear sister and see what kind of creature your brother has become!"
His Aunt's hands were probing under the contraption, searching for the soft roundness of his testicles.

"NO!...You shall not see me, nor I you brother. That way we may surprise each other as well as others."

"Yes...yessssssssssss..."
Her palm was cupping him, squeezing...fondling.
"Yes dear...whatever you say...."

 

[Snork Maiden]

Roderigo - Pope Alexander VI

Teasing Rosa with the tip of his rampant cock pressed at the wet entrance of her pussy, he massaged her full breasts. The fullness of the two globes of soft flesh that had nursed his offspring filled his hands and he pressed them together pushing the nipples up as he lowered his mouth to engulf them in a single mouthful.
Rosa groaned with pleasure urging him on, his nose now buried in the valley of her ample cleavage flared as he struggled to inhale, almost suffocated by her deliciously soft pillows.

His cock pressed more firmly against her and he could feel her yielding to his pressure as the moist warm folds of her labia wrapped themselves around the engorged head of his member. Rosa’s hand gripped at his head as his mouth sucked firmly on her erected nipples, his tongue flicking lavaciously over them teasing the sensitive cherry buds and nibbling them gently with his teeth, his hands continuing to fondle and hold them tightly together.

Rosa sensing the presence of his cock in close proximity between her legs press forward with her hips gently but urgently, attempting to encourage him to slip into her, his teasing was almost unbearable .

Sensing her frustration and relenting to her wishes Roderigo allowed his hips to slip forward driving the solid shaft of his cock slowly but steadily into he until his balls pressed against the cheeks of her buttocks. Releasing her breasts he raised himself upward lifting and parting her legs as he did so resting her calves over his broad shoulders as he began to slowly grind his cock in and out of her flooding vagina.

Rosa moaned disgustingly as the waves of pleasure rippled up her spine, she felt like her body was glowing as he drove it into her once more, maximizing the trust and pleasure with a gentle gyration until once more his heavy balls rested against her silky smooth arse. Slowly he increased his pace, holding her waist with one hand and pressing lightly on her stomach as he drove his cock in and out of her pussy. Looking down he could see his shaft disappearing and reappearing, glistening with her essence, a sight that he always found immensely erotic.

Rosa was now frantically rubbing at her hooded pleasure bead as her breasts bounced and rippled with Roderigo’s forceful thrusts she could feel herself tensioning, her vagina gripped at his tool as it ravaged her love tube, she was close. Perspiration ran from Roderigo’s brow, he was middle aged but still a relatively fit man. It had been a while since she had seen him so aroused though, not that she was going to complain.

Her pussy spasmed as he thrust again into the wave of pleasure radiating out like a ripple on a pond tingling her nerve endings, she could feel her skin tightening and the hairs on her arms rising, she moaned, arching her back.

Roderigo increased his rhythm pumping faster and harder, his own climax close, his finger biting into her flesh as he gripped her, the pain turned to pleasure as Rosa responded with a second orgasm, his balls spasmed his muscled tensioned and he gritted his teeth throwing back his sweating head and glaring at the blue Italian sky, a guttural groan of pleasure escaped from his lips as his seminal fluid rose his muscle twitching, pumping the thick liquid from his reservoir into her body.

Roderigo collapsed forward as his last spasm subsided, breathless, sweating through exertion a broad smile of satisfaction spread across his face as he exhaled in a long sigh. There he remained for a few minutes as Rosa cooed and stroked his wet and matted hair and then rising from her bosom he rose and helped her to her feet.

They walked back to the house still holding hands like a pair of teenagers and entered the coolness of the townhouse.
Pouring a beaker of cool water from a pitcher and squeezing a lime into it she handed it to Roderigo smiling. “Here my lusty cardinal, a draft to sate thy thirst, I think you earned it”.

“Earned it woman!”, Roderigo laughed loudly, “damn then I should have a vat of rioja to quench my parched throat.” He took the vessel and gulped at the contents empting it with a single visit and then slapped it down on the table with a resounding crack.

Taking Rosa once more in his arms he pressed his moistend lips to hers, the citrus lingering as he kissed her pationately.
“Can you not tarry a while longer my lord”, her eyes sought out his own seeking a reply that she knew would not be as straight forward as she hoped. Roderigo was a straightforward man but his answers to questions seldom were.

“My darling Rosa, but if I could you know I should linger a while longer in your delightful company, and sample yet further fruits from your garden of delights”, his words trailed as if distracted in thought.

“Yet I may return before sundown as is my dearest and sincerest wish but first I must to the affaires of Rome and Mother Church attend. It is not often so many Cardinals are assembled within the Holy City, I have many errands to organise, letters to dispatch, the opportunity must not be allowed slip by without my fullest exploitation of it.” Roderigo broke from the embrace and began to re adjust his garments.

He turned and walked towards the door his hand reaching for the latch and lifting it he turned back to face his Mistress. “Ah Rosa, Rosa, mi amore, the joys you bring to me and still we must play role this marriage of secrecy, if not for Rome….”, he paused.

“Such nonsense my proud and noble Troubadour, your words do cause this maiden’s heart to swoon, and my face to blush so, be off with you, you flatterer before I bar the door and keep you from your ecclesiastical duties. Rosa laughed merrily advancing on the Spaniard with mock menace in her gestures.

Roderigo opened the door and stepped forth into the street heading towards the Palace of St Peters, which loomed magnificently in the distance. Rosa watch momentarily before returning to her house chores, revitalized as she relived the mid afternoons delights.

The journey back to the Vatican took short of a quarter of an hour and Pope Alexander climbed the stone staircase which wound from the basilica to his stately apartments.

He sat alone in his office his face still flushed with the exertions of the earlier activities. “Rosa,” he shook his head sadly. How much he regretted not marrying the woman, indeed his head was filled with many troubles not least the uncontrollable Caesar whose power and ruthlessness worried him greatly, Lucrezia his dearest and only daughter, the most unholiest of unholy thoughts flashed through his mind as he contemplated yet another midnight tryst. He drew the air into his lungs noisily through his teeth and licked his upper lip.

Now of course, there were the many citidoms of Italy. Many in turmoil and the French were pressing harder towards Rome. She had to remain intact. The news that Columbus had that year before made land fall with the New World gave him the leverage he needed to ensure the undying loyalty of his Spanish kinsmen. Least ways should things turn less favourable, the accused French barbarians and Spain would be left in such disarray that Italian states could sit back and regroup. And then of course there was that infidel Djem. A papal intervention was required, hmm he thought indeed to have Spain allied with Rome would certainly ease the imbalance and certainly raise the stakes and his own family status.

May 4, 1493 Alexander, Bishop, servant of the servants of God, to the illustrious sovereigns, our very dear son in Christ, Ferdinand, king, and our very dear daughter in Christ, Isabella, queen of Castile, Leon, Aragon, Sicily, and Granada, health and apostolic benediction…..

He paused, thinking back to his homeland, yes he did miss the climate it was true. He needed allies that also was true, there were many powerful families in Italy and it’s fragmented and fragile city states left him no time for preponderance over the fortunes and power of his own family….

Among other works well pleasing to the Divine Majesty and cherished of our heart, this assuredly ranks highest, that in our times especially the Catholic faith and the Christian religion be exalted and be everywhere increased and spread, that the health of souls be cared for and that barbarous nations be overthrown and brought to the faith itself…..

Once more he rested his pen, hmm a nice touch he thought to himself, the barbarous nations indeed!

A smile crossed his face as he stroked his chin, the very thought of Charles XIII’s head on the end of a pikestaff was a delicious thought which pleased him greatly , although that of course was too much to wish for. He knew Charles’ greedy eyes were already casting themselves across the rich Itailian plains, how soon would it be before the partisans of Venice would side with the French Barbarians?, he thought to himself.

No, he needed to ensure the favor of his homeland. Ferdinand the Catholic indeed was a pious and yet not incorruptible man. As for Portugal, to a much lesser extent, an ally but still an ally. Yes the division of the new territories mattered little with respect to Borgia power base, under the cloak Rome his divinely just and metered power could yet sway influence to better his advantage… His quill dipped once more into the black inkwell.

Wherefore in as much as by the favor of divine clemency, we, though of insufficient merits, have been called to this Holy See of Peter, recognizing that as true Catholic kings and princes, such as we have known you always to be, and as your illustrious deeds already known to almost the whole world declare, you not only eagerly desire but with every effort, zeal, and diligence, without regard to hardships, expenses, dangers, with the shedding even of your blood, are laboring to that end; recognizing also that you have long since dedicated to this purpose your whole soul and all your endeavors--as witnessed in these times with so much glory to the Divine Name in your recovery of the kingdom of Granada from the yoke of the Saracens--we therefore are rightly led, and hold it as our duty, to grant you even of our own accord and in your favor those things whereby with effort each day more hearty you may be enabled for the honor of God himself and the spread of the Christian rule to carry forward your holy and praiseworthy purpose so leasing to immortal God.

A little praise, hmmm, not too much just a little appreciation without forthright fornication. Yes Roderigo thought, he was on a roll his plans coming together nicely. Naturally as the head of the Roman Catholic faith on earth it was his duty to ensure that the word was spread in a co-ordinated and controllable manner.

We have indeed learned that you, who for a long time had intended to seek out and discover certain islands and mainlands remote and unknown and not hitherto discovered by others, to the end that you might bring to the worship of our Redeemer and the profession of the Catholic faith their residents and inhabitants, having been up to the present time greatly engaged in the siege and recovery of the kingdom itself of Granada were unable to accomplish this holy and praiseworthy purpose; but the said kingdom having at length been regained, as was pleasing to the Lord, you, with the wish to fulfill your desire, chose our beloved son, Christopher Columbus

Roderigo stopped once more to survey his draft and to take drink from his glass. Yes, Columbus of course would benefit greatly from such papal accolades and tributes, a man of such resolve is much better appreciated and governed as a captain of the faith rather than as a mere explorer. And Expansionist thoughts such activities are always best left to Generals, but to give a man purpose diverts his attentions from the other possibilities. Roderogo thought to himself. His pen scratched furiously at the parchment..

a man assuredly worthy and of the highest recommendations and fitted for so great an undertaking, whom you furnished with ships and men equipped for like designs, not without the greatest hardships, dangers, and expenses, to make diligent quest for these remote and unknown mainlands and islands through the sea, where hitherto no one had sailed; and they at length, with divine aid and with the utmost diligence sailing in the ocean sea, disscovered certain very remote islands and even mainlands that hitherto had not been discovered by others; wherein dwell very many peoples living in peace, and, as reported, going unclothed, and not eating flesh.

Of course these islands offered much more than souls to save, indeed it would be fool who presumed any uncharted land offered nothing of value and naturally the prospect of Golden mountains fuels and diverts a mans heart wonderfully. Then again it would indeed serve Rome well to have such resources available if required and governed and directed from Devine Rome he felt certain that future demands would indeed flow freely. For Ferdinand and Isabella were the epitome of good Catholic monarchs.


Moreover, as your aforesaid envoys are of opinion, these very peoples living in the said islands and countries believe in one God, the Creator in heaven, and seem sufficiently disposed to embrace the Catholic faith and be trained in good morals. And it is hoped that, were they instructed, the name of the Savior, our Lord Jesus Christ, would easily be introduced into the said countries and islands. Also, on one of the chief of these aforesaid islands the said Christopher has already caused to be put together and built a fortress fairly equipped, wherein he has stationed as garrison certain Christians, companions of his, who are to make search for other remote and unknown islands and mainlands.

It doesn't hurt to reiterate the potential of wealthy gains either, Roderigo thought to himself, and indeed to swell th coffers of the Vatican indeed with such loyalty and funds the city could be refurbished.

In the islands and countries already discovered are found gold, spices, and very many other precious things of divers kinds and qualities. Wherefore, as becomes Catholic kings and princes, after earnest consideration of all matters, especially of the rise and spread of the Catholic faith, as was the fashion of your ancestors, kings of renowned memory, you have purposed with the favor of divine clemency to bring under your sway the said mainlands and islands with their residents and inhabitants and to bring them to the Catholic faith. Hence, heartily commending in the Lord this your holy and praiseworthy purpose, and desirous that it be duly accomplished, and that the name of our Savior be carried into those regions, we exhort you very earnestly in the Lord and by your reception of holy baptism, whereby you are bound to our apostolic commands, and by the bowels of the mercy of our Lord Jesus Christ, enjoy strictly, that in asmuch as with eager zeal for the true faith you design to equip and despatch this expedition, you purpose also, as is your duty, to lead the peoples dwelling in those islands and countries to embrace the Christian religion; nor at any time let dangers or hardships deter you therefrom, with the stout hope and trust in your hearts that Almighty God will further your undertakings. And, in order that you may enter upon so great an undertaking with greater readiness and heartiness endowed with benefit of our apostolic favor, we, of our own accord, not at your instance nor the request of anyone else in your regard, but out of our own sole largess and certain knowledge and out of the fullness of our apostolic power, by the authority of Almighty God conferred upon us in blessed Peter and of the vicarship of Jesus Christ, which we hold on earth, do by tenor of these presents, should any of said islands have been found by your envoys and captains, give, grant, and assign to you and your heirs and successors, kings of Castile and Leon, forever, together with all their dominions, cities, camps, places, and villages, and all rights, jurisdictions, and appurtenances, all islands and mainlands found and to be found, discovered and to be discovered towards the west and south, by drawing and establishing a line from the Arctic pole, namely the north, to the Antarctic pole, namely the south, no matter whether the said mainlands and islands are found and to be found in the direction of India or towards any other quarter, the said line to be distant one hundred leagues towards the west and south from any of the islands commonly known as the Azores and Cape Verde. With this proviso however that none of the islands and mainlands, found and to be found, discovered and to be discovered, beyond that said line towards the west and south, be in the actual possession of any Christian king or prince up to the birthday of our Lord Jesus Christ just past from which the present year one thousand four hundred ninety three begins. And we make, appoint, and depute you and your said heirs and successors lords of them with full and free power, authority, and jurisdiction of every kind; with this proviso however, that by this our gift, grant, and assignment no right acquired by any Christian prince, who may be in actual possession of said islands and mainlands prior to the said birthday of our Lord Jesus Christ, is hereby to be understood to be withdrawn or taking away.....

Yes that should do it, he thought and smiled slyly to himself, rising from his chair he walked to the window.Looking out into the courtyard below he watched as a flock of doves circled above the Palace of St Peter..

And after the sermon, a stroke of genius to divide the undiscovered world before hand, and pass the alms bowl. he thought to himself. He returned to his desk and picking the quill up once more, dipped it in the ink and continued

Moreover we command you in virtue of holy obedience that, employing all due diligence in the premises, as you also promise--nor do we doubt your compliance therein in accordance with your loyalty and royal greatness of spirit--you should appoint to the aforesaid mainlands and islands worthy, God-fearing, learned, skilled, and expeienced men, in order to instruct the aforesaid inhabitants and residents in the Catholic faith and train them in good morals. Furthermore, under penalty of excommunication "late sententie" to be incurred "ipso facto," should anyone thus contravene, we strictly forbid all persons of whatsoever rank, even imperial and royal, or of whatsoever estate, degree, order, or condition, to dare without your special permit or that of your aforesaid heirs and successors, to go for the purpose of trade or any other reason to the islands or mainlands, found and to be found, discovered and to be discovered, towards the west and south, by drawing and establishing a line from the Arctic pole to the Antarctic pole, no matter whether the mainlands and islands, found and to be found, lie in the direction of India or toward any other quarter whatsoever, the said line to be distant one hundred leagues towards the west and south, as is aforesaid, from any of the islands commonly known as the Azores and Cape Verde; apostolic constitutions and ordinances and other decrees whatsoever to the contrary notwithstanding. We trust in Him from whom empires and governments and all good things proceed, that, should you, with the Lord's guidance, pursue this holy and praiseworthy undertaking, in a short while your hardships and endeavors will attain the most felicitious result, to the happiness and glory of all Christendom.
But in as much as it would be difficult to have these present letters sent to all places where desirable, we wish, and with similar accord and knowledge do decree, that to? copies of them, signed by the hand of a public notary commissioned therefore, and sealed with the seal of any ecclesiastical officer or ecclesiastical court, the same respect is to be shown in court and outside as well as anywhere else as would be given to these presents should they thus be exhibited or shown. Let no one, therefore, infringe, or with rash boldness contravene, this our recommendation, exhortation, requisition, gift, grant, assignment, constitution, deputation, decree, mandate, prohibition, and will. Should anyone presume to attempt this, be it known to him that he will incur the wrath of Almighty God and of the blessed apostles Peter and Paul. Given at Rome, at St. Peter's, in the year of the incarnation of our Lord one thousand four hundred and ninety-three, the fourth of May, and the first year of our pontificate. Gratis by order of our most holy lord, the Pope.

Roderigo replaced the quill and sat back waving the pieces of parchment in the warm air of the Vatican chamber, smiling to himself and chuckling.

Yes this day he had constructed a magnificent piece of Papal legislature. He poured a fresh glass of wine from the decanter, rose from his chair and walked to the window. Below he spied the figure of Lucrezia as she hurried from the Borgia Apartments towards the courtyard. A smile crossed his face indeed felt the necessity to congratulate himself, how better to celebrate with his a glass of wine in his hand and his cock buried deep inside the tight receptive pussy of his daughter. He called down to her.

"Hey Luca !", the girl stopped and looked skywards to meet his gaze

 

[ariosto]

OOC...oh m'gosh how do I follow that!


Cesare listened to his beloved sister's footsteps as they receeded towards the Papal stanza and softly erupted in Ambrogia's hands.
A powerful ejaculation that struck between her breasts and then a copious release of the Cardinal's warm white sperm into her face and across her lips.
She caught the last drops in her palm and filled her mouth with slow suggestive licks of her pink pointed tongue.

"Ummm...."
he said, strapping the phallus back around his loins.
"Fair's fair, dear Auntie, would you like to be the first to try me out tonight?"

Ambrogia giggled and threw herself onto the bed, her legs spread wide, ass turned up and hands braced into the bed clothes.
"Do me your Grace...do me..."

Using both hands to guide the awkward contraption to it's goal, he parted his aunts swollen labia with the crimson head of the lacquered engine, and leaned forward...watching gleefully as the smooth polished tip first penetrated, then began to widen her
downy cunt.
Her lips stretched and stretched as he continued pushing relentlessly.
Ambrogia spread her legs wider and jammed her face into the pillows.
"Oh God....Cesare...I Can't take any more!"

He could well believe it, he was not quite half way in but halfway was nearly a foot and as thick as a quiver full of arrows!
He slowly withdrew, the long length of the phallus gleamed with Ambrogia's juices...her labia clutched round it, her vagina squeezed tight, trying to hold it inside, but he withdrew nearly to the tip...
"Again...dear Auntie?"
For answer Ambrogia thrust herself backwards violently, impaling herself even further than before....

"Oh God...my hard sweet Pan...Fuck me...Fuck me!"
Unlike his cock, the wooden penis never failed and right up till the time the steward knocked on the door, telling him it was time to leave for the festivities, he fucked her through orgasm after orgasm, his new friend christened thoroughly with her creamy spend.

 

[Snork Maiden]

Lucrezia

Lucrezia hurried purposefully across the plaza towards the Cortille San Damasco, where the Borgia’s apartments were located she was on a mission. Her father she knew would be busy this afternoon, papal duties to attend to after the previous mornings investitures, her mother would be busy preparing for the ‘festival’ that evening and her brother Juan and Cesare she was certain would be pursuing their own agendas of activity. Cesare she knew would be doubtlessly servicing his needs at the expense of the ever vulgar and distasteful Ambrogia, whose appetite for the extreme could only be matched possibly by the inventive mind of Cesare. Yes indeed these two would be busy indeed, and that suited her purpose, for her errand indeed would not bode well with her possessive and over jealous brother.

Juan was fool, unlike her father and Cesare, he took his responsibilities far to seriously. The thought brought a smile to her face, poor Juan. Such was the price of being the eldest son, the weight of expectation and need to prove his own way in the world. My god she thought, Ambrogia would devour the poor young man, the thought of the over middle aged woman made her shiver as she pictured the ample bosom splilling freely over an over tightened corset, its bindings creaking under pressure.

No her mission indeed was of utmost secrecy the discovery would have no worse consequences than to kiss the feet of Neptune at the bottom of the Tiber. And what was this errand for which she guarded her actions so carefully. Non other than a secret rendezvous with a young Spanish Legate visiting Rome on this day of Cardinals. A love she had herself chosen and not one of convenience or purpose as dictated by her Family. His name, Pedro Calderon, his handsome chiselled features and courteous demeanor had instantly captivated her. They had exchanged letters on several occasions at great peril but had not had opportunity to meet for over 5 months. Not since his last visit to Rome.

Her face was flushed exertion as she hurried to met him in the eastern quarters of the city. Passing the apartments she heard a voice call down to her. It was Roderigo. Confounded nuisance, she thought to herself as she paused to look up at the open window. Papa !, she raised her hand to her brow to shield the sunlight from her eyes as she bent her head back to view her father.I thought you were busy this afternoon?

Ah.. Roderigo replied. yes my dear child, busy I have been. A most productive day I must confess. Come on up and let me tell you of my plan, his eyes glinted with intent as he contemplated burying the large member he was even now stroking under his robes into her accepting wet young pussy.

A discussion with her father was the least of things Lucrezia wanted right now, as much as she enjoyed their little one on one debates she knew it would detract too much time from her primary mission. Later Father, she replied Tell me later, I must prepare for tonight, she lied

Roderigo smiled down at his daughter, Go then Luca, go prepare yourself for tonight’s banquet, my tales can wait, to himself he thought, My throbbing cock however cannot. As Luca scurried off, watched and began running through the shortlist of substitutes he could make use of.

Crossing the bridge from the Vatican to the city Luca made her way through the narrow streets until she reached her destination. Knocking on the door she waited, glancing over her shoulder she saw a shadow duck into a doorway, had she been followed? she thought to herself, surely Cesare could not be so paranoid as to have her followed….

 

[ariosto]

"His name is Pedro Calderon your Grace...a vile Spanish bastard but not bad looking if he was the one that answered the door."

The Cardinal paused as he was about to apply the rouge to his smooth cheeks.
"Good work Aurelio...A ducat for you from my purse."
He nodded at the leather pouch thrown in amidst the fineries of tonights ball.

The loyal servitor bowed low.
"Your wish is...."

"My command. I know I know. Now where did you say this liaison is taking place."

"In the quarter of San Lorenzo...a wretched alley off the via Octavio."
Aureliano shook two ducats from the pouch.
"He's a very pretty boy m'Lord."

"Oh yes I imagine he is."
A discontent was beginning to stir within Cesare's breast that belied the grinning Satyr like appearence of his costume and makeup. Lucrezia was afterall much more than a sister...much more. It was his duty to protect her.
A glance out the window showed a sun guttering low on the horizon but there was still several hours before he had to make an appearence.

"Get me a cloak, heavy, long and dark, Aurelio and then summon
Boca to meet us with horses in the courtyard. Maybe we'll have some fun BEFORE the party begins!"
He stroked the great wooden phallus in his lap and thought of his gorgeous sibling wrapped in the arms of the greasy Spaniard, the bastard's cock planted deep within her.
A surprize was most definately in order...most definately.

 

[Snork Maiden]

Lucrezia

”Apenas un momento”, the muffled voice of a young man sounded through the weather beaten door of the small terraced apartment. Lucrezia waited, casting her eyes furtively over her shoulder and peering from the concealment of her hooded cape, back up the narrow twisting alley. Perhaps it was the shadows. A trick of the eye. A cat even, that had caught her attention earlier. Then again, perhaps it was just some innocent neighbor entering his own apartment.

” quien es es?” the mans voice queried, causing Lucrezia to once more turn her face back to the door before her.

“ Es yo, Luca, es ese usted Pedro?”, Lucrezia replied.

” Mi dulce se levanto si”, Pedro replied. The sound of bolts sliding were followed by the sound of the door opening. Before her stood her beau, she smiled at him, feeling the effects that just seeing his countenance was having upon her. Her face flushed and she hurriedly entered the small house.

”Quickly, the door, Luca urged the young Spaniard as she moved past him into the small room beyond. Pedro complied. Even if she had not mentioned the request he would have closed it with the same urgency. He was aware that Luca’s brother, Cesare had little liking for himself.

”Was you followed my sweet?” he asked with concern

“I’m not sure, I thought I may have seen someone, but it could just be nothing The door closed quickly behind and Luca and she dropped her hood from her head shaking out her hair before skipping forward to embrace Pedro. Her arms wrapped around his neck and her lips pressed firmly against his, as her tongue forced it’s way into his mouth. Her eyes closed as Pedro’s own arms draped around her waist and he lifted her from the ground. Carrying her forward in to the room before placing her back on her feet, their mouths never broke from their lover’s seal.

Finally their lips parted, they stood still clinching, regarding each other, a silent moment as each gazed deeply into the eyes of the other. Her pupils dilated reflecting his face as if it were an image trapped in an inky pool. At this moment, she had never felt so happy. Pedro raised his hand gently to her cheek, feeling the softness of her skin as his fingers traced the contours of her jaw, towards her mouth. She snapped his finger gently between her teeth, sucking on it gently, running her tongue over the pad at the tip of the digit before allowing him to with draw it gently, pulling down on her lower lip to reveal the tips of her lower incisors as it did so.

Still in silence she gripped his wrist as it withdrew from her face, pulling his hand back to her mouth so that she could suckle the other fingers in a similar manner. Taking each in turn, her eyes never breaking from the gaze that locked them in this timeless moment. Their hands lowered clasping each other gently as he led through to the day room and sitting together on the small padded couch at last the silence broke once more.

”Tell me my sweetheart, have you missed me?, she asked him softly stroking her hand through his hair and over the lightly stubbled chin that had grown since that morning.

”More than you could imagine, my love, his reply equally gentle and tender,”Each day without seeing your sweet face is as an eternity of emptiness beyond compare”

They kissed once more savoring the taste of each other their lips peeling apart gently as their face move apart again.

“ I too have missed your gentleness and company, my darling”, Luca replied smiling back at her lover, My nights are empty without your strong arms to embrace me and hold me through the night., she looked melancholy for a moment, ”How I wish my brother Cesare and Father’s ambitions did not involve me as a pawn for power play and that they would accept you as my love and my life”

Pedro Calderon nodded his agreement at her heart-spoken sentiment, ”Yes my gentle Lucrezia, but I fear that may never be the case. , he paused, the merest mention of her brother’s name raised concerns. ”Tell me do you think your brother did have you followed?

”I cannot be sure, my sweet, but I would not put such an act beyond the realms of possibility, he has many friends and spies in this city, I fear it more likely than not that the shadow I saw was an agent of my brothers”

The Spaniard looked uneasy, he remembered that last meeting with Cesare Borgia, and it had not been a pleasant one. He felt his neck, pulling the fingers to the front before returning them to Lucrezia’s face. ”He swore that he would have me killed by his sword or other if I ever laid eyes on you again my sweet”

Lucrezia looked concerned, she had no doubt that she was hearing the words of her brother from the lips of her lover, though they seemed softened from his lips and less harsh in there description. She had heard Cesare’s death threats before and they were far from bland.

She gazed into his eyes again, and spoke slowly ”Then we must cut short our brief encounter today, make haste my love to a safe haven and send word to me I shall come to you if I may”

He rose from couch and helped her to her feet. ”Quickly , she urged, ”By way of the rear alley

The two lovers embraced each other passionately in farewell and then parted. Lucrezia watch from the window as Pedro slipped into the alley.

Quickly she drew her hood around her head and left from the front door closing it behind her heading down the alley she could hear the sound of horse hooves on the cobbled thoroughfare. Ducking into the shadow of a doorway she watched two cloaked horsemen gallop past with urgency.

She closed her eyes and offered a prayer to the Virgin Mother before continuing quickly back to the Borgia Apartments.