"The Queen's Assassin" (closed)

[HumanBean]

Map of the Known World -- OOC thread

Morrow's Quarters

Morrow wasn't surprised to find Stella groomed as she was. He smiled as he was delighted to see her so. He'd never been disappointed with a lover who'd received the Frenkish treatment. Putting his mouth to a pussy without the hairs breaking off between his lips was wonderful. It often resulted in him spending more time down there. And his lovers had always seemed to like that, too.

"Am I what you were hoping for, m'lord?" Stella asked innocently.

Morrow began shedding his jacket as he walked slowly toward her. His gaze continued its up and down survey of her as he said, "You are every man's fantasy, Stella."

Near her, he slipped an arm around her, pulling her to him as he added, "But tonight, you are my reality. And I've never hoped for anything more."

They kissed again as Morrow easily swept her up into his arms and carried her to the bed. He laid her upon it, then returned to undressing himself at a faster pace now. His outer shirt. His under shirt.

Morrow would normally have had to shed his weapons belt, too. But before being presented to the Queen, he'd had to shed it. He wouldn't remember that it was hanging outside Luna's Quarters until the next day. If even then.

Unlike Stella, Morrow had to shed is boots to rid himself of the remainder of his clothes. He'd been hoping this was going to happen, of course. So he'd worn a pair of buckling boots, not lacing. With two quick flicks at each piece of footwear, he was out of them.

His trousers and braies came off as one. And then Morrow was entirely naked. His cock, just a tad bigger than average, was as hard as it had ever been. The bush of dark, curly hair around its base wasn't overly thick. It tended to show him off better, which had never been a bad thing.

Mounting the bed on his knees, Morrow moved to lie next to Stella. He wanted inside her, right now. But it was her first time. Their first time. If things went as they were planned, their first of many times. He wanted it to be special for her.

So, instead of simply penetrating her as many husbands would their wives on their wedding nights, Morrow took his place beside Stella. He leaned in to kiss her again, letting his hands wander upon her as he confessed, "I've wanted you since the moment I met you, m'lady."

 

[MarieDavisRPs]

Map of the Known World -- OOC thread

Morrow's Quarters

"You are every man's fantasy, Stella," Morrow said in answer to her question as to whether she was what he was hoping to see once naked before him. He shed his coat and pulled her to him, again kissing her deeply as one of his hands found a now-bared breast, causing Stella to draw an excited breath between kisses. She smiled to him as he whispered, "But tonight, you are my reality. And I've never hoped for anything more."

She blushed yet again -- probably not the last time tonight -- and then giggled. She suddenly felt a need to confess something, even though Morrow already knew it or, at the least, hoped it: "I don't know what I'm supposed to do, m'lord. Will you ... will you show me?"

Morrow took Stella to the bed, and as he began shedding his clothes, she scooted up higher into the pillows to watch; unconsciously or consciously, she didn't quite know, she lifted the knee closest to Morrow to hide her womanhood behind it, while crossing her arms over her bosom. Ironically, as she was hiding her feminine features, he was, of course, revealing his.

When Morrow's trousers and undergarment fell away, leaving him naked, Stella's eyes widened in wonder. Oh, she'd seen men's penises before, of course; once while much younger and playing in the forest surrounding Luna's home in Tiala, they'd come across a group of village lads skinny dipping in a pond and spied upon them for quite a while; and years later, when she understood a bit more about males, females, and how they interacted in that way in which she was not to until she was married, Luna had arranged a secret viewing of members of her Bodyguard, to satisfy Stella's curiosity.

Of course, she'd never before been so close to a man's penis -- manhood, dick, cock, tool, sword, and others -- nor had she seen one that was so absolutely fully hardened for ... deployment. Morrow's cock was both magnificent and frightening at the same time. As he moved onto the bed to join her, it swung to and fro, causing Stella too suddenly giggle and reach a hand up to cover her mouth.

"Sorry, m'lord," she apologized. "I did not mean to laugh. I'm just ... I'm nervous."

Morrow laid next to Stella, again pressing his mouth to hers as he supported his weight above her on one elbow which the hand of the other arm again began exploring her. She moaned softly at the feel of his touch, placing her own hands upon his shoulders, holding him there a moment before moving them to his head to ensure he didn't stop kissing her.

Stella had been enjoying kisses from Luna for a couple of years, since she'd reached the appropriate age for such secret interactions with a Royal for whom she served. She'd gotten used to her lover-friend's way of kissing, something that Stella had immediately realized was different with Morrow. He was more commanding in his presence, first; he opened his mouth farther than Luna had and yet didn't attack with his tongue as the Queen did in those times when she was burning up with the need for release and satisfaction.

Overall, Stella liked the way Morrow kissed and touched her, which was quickly leading to her relaxing in his arms as he got to know her body.

He whispered between kisses, "I've wanted you since the moment I met you, m'lady."

Stella blushed yet again, smiling wide and hiding her face in the crook of his neck for a long moment. She couldn't really say the same thing about Morrow; when they'd first met, she'd felt his hungry eyes upon her and -- not knowing him yet -- hadn't liked it. But with each meeting between them, combined with the news of what he was doing to aide her most beloved person in the world, Luna, Stella began to see Morrow in a different light.

When her Queen had first told her that Morrow had asked for her hand in marriage, Stella had been horrified. But that had changed, slowly but surely, until finally -- that day at the Falconry Challenge -- she'd realized that she could see herself with Morrow after all, as his Lady, his Wife, and his Lover.

And now here they were, with Stella courageously whispering, "Make love to me, m'lord. I need you ... to fulfill me." She didn't honestly know whether that meant what she thought it did, but it had sounded right when she'd said it.

 

[HumanBean]

Map of the Known World -- OOC thread

Morrow's Quarters

"I don't know what I'm supposed to do, m'lord," Stella confessed. "Will you ... will you show me?"

"Yes, m'lady," Morrow whispered. "It will be the greatest pleasure of my life."

His statement was ironic in a sense. Making love to Stella was something he hadn't been able to get out of his mind since first meeting her. Even when he'd been with other women, Morrow had thought of her. Even when he'd been with Clara, who he'd been very quickly falling in love with. It was indeed going to be a pleasure.

But the greatest pleasure? That was quite a feat to match. Morrow had been with some incredible lovers in his life. Some had taken coin to do the things they'd done to, with, and for him. Others hadn't. Some had been so-so. Others had blown his mind.

Morrow had no expectations of Stella being a great lover her first time at it. She didn't know what she was doing, as she'd confessed. And the pain of that first fuck was always a roadblock for the man.

Some men didn't care if they were hurting their lover during her first time. They just rammed, rammed, rammed until they emptied their balls, rolled away, and went to sleep, wondrously pleased with themselves. Morrow wasn't that way, which Stella would learn tonight. He'd probably still hurt her. But it certainly wouldn't be intentional. And it certainly wouldn't be without regret.

"Sorry, m'lord," she apologized when he mounted the bed.

Ironically, Morrow knew what she'd been laughing at. He'd felt his cock swinging like a drunk swordsman at the County Tournament.

"I did not mean to laugh," she promised. "I'm just ... I'm nervous."

He told her, "Don't be nervous, m'lady." He smiled, saying, "Stella. There is nothing to be nervous about, or fearful of. I'm going to take very good care of you."

Morrow couldn't help but notice that Stella hadn't mirrored his comment about how long he'd wanted her. That didn't surprise him. She hadn't known who he was when they'd first met. She hadn't known what he was. A killer. An assassin. Sometimes he wondered if she even knew now. Just how much had Luna told her during their sessions of pillow talk.

Yes, yes, Morrow knew all about the Queen and her Handmaiden. He'd known they were lovers even before he'd met her that day on his knees in shackles in the foothills of the West Salfar Peak. His network of spies and informants was the reason he was so good at his job. It was the reason Prince Nellan had hired him to kill the King. And, ironically, it was the reason Princess Luna had hired him to kill her brother.

Morrow didn't care about the sexual relationship between the two women in the least. To be honest, if they continued pleasuring each other even after he and Stella were married, he wouldn't care about that either. He'd rather that when he was absent, his wife found pleasure in the bed of another woman, rather than another man.

Stella did however whisper, "Make love to me, m'lord. I need you ... to fulfill me."

"And you to fulfill me, m'lady," Morrow responded. "And you me."

He kissed, caressed, and fondled his way down Stella's delicious body until his lips found her lips. His mouth wasn't the first one to go to work down here, of course, so Stella's reaction was one of familiarity with what came next. As his tongue lapped at her clitoris and his fingers explored her canal, Morrow wondered whether or not his style was similar to the Queen's.

Whether it was or not, it seemed to work. Stella cried out in ecstasy in a shorter time than Morrow had expected. Seeing and hearing her like that only made him want to continue eating her out. He would continue doing just that a second time and even a third if Stella didn't stop him, wanting more.

Eventually, though, Morrow made his way back up Stella's body. He spent a few minutes kissing her lips, her neck, her chest. Then, finally, he whispered, "I'm going to make love to you now, Stella. If I hurt you, please say something. I mean that. I want you to enjoy this as much as you can. As much as I'm sure I will."

 

[MarieDavisRPs]

Map of the Known World -- OOC thread

Morrow's Quarters

Stella had been expecting Morrow to immediately fuck her; Luna had warned the younger woman that that would be his greatest priority once he got her to bed. But that wasn't what happened at all, with Morrow instead making his way down her body to put his mouth to her pussy, similarly to how the Queen herself had so many times before.

She was initially disappointed to have Morrow heading down south, not because she feared not enjoying it but because she'd been looking forward to something new. Ironically, the same-o same-o turned out to be very new after all.

Morrow worked his lips, tongue, and fingers upon her sensitive womanhood if a way so very much different that Luna ever had. He was more forceful and driven, which could have gone a bad direction except that he seemed to be monitoring Stella's reactions, too, changing what he was doing to her if he didn't see the results he wanted.

Morrow was fantastic down there, and soon Stella was writhing upon the bed, crying out at the pleasure, grasping at his hair with one hand while the other clutched desperately at the bedding beneath them; one half of her overwhelmed brain told her to pull him away from her pussy while the other half cautioned Don't you fucking dare!

Stella's first orgasm came more quickly than one ever had with Luna, except for perhaps that very first time when the older woman first put her mouth to Stella to teach her what was to be done for her Queen. Stella arched her back as she drew and held a deep breath before releasing it in a great cry of ecstatic relief. The waves of euphoria were like nothing she'd ever enjoyed with Luna, which right now she wasn't considering but much later would.

And even when Stella came down from the great height of ecstasy, she didn't leave the mountain entirely; Morrow didn't for a moment hesitate what he was doing to her down yonder, and in no time away all, Stella was crying out a second time ... then a third!

She'd never felt so wonderful in all her life as Morrow finally began kissing his way up her body again. He put his mouth to hers, giving Stella a taste of herself that was familiar from her many times in bed with the Queen.

"Thank you, m'lord," Stella whispered, praising, "That was the most fantastic thing anyone has ever done to me."

Stella was so overwhelmed from the pleasure that she didn't consider that that statement might imply that others had attempted to pleasure her in that way before. Would Morrow catch Stella's slip off the tongue? Would he wonder if perhaps another tongue had previously been where his just was? Would he wonder if that tongue had been from another man's mouth? These were all good questions; they just weren't questions about which Stella was currently thinking.

"I'm going to make love to you now, Stella," Morrow warned, promising, "If I hurt you, please say something."

"You won't," Stella whispered, hoping to lessen his worries. "You won't hurt me. I promise."

Stella knew she was likely lying; she and Luna had discussed what was about to happen, and the latter had reassured the former, "It's natural, expected to hurt the first time. It's the Gods' way of preventing women from doing this at too young an age..."

Luna had told the tale of the First Woman from the Book of Un, a story with which the well read Stella was already familiar. It was about how the Gods had created the female body -- specifically the vagina -- to prevent intrusion until an appropriate age, an age set down in Law in most civilized cultures as 18 years, including here in Yalla.

Stella understood the meaning behind the story of the First Woman: it was to protect girls from the ravages of men who ought to have been looking for their fun elsewhere. It didn't always work of course; the need for Lord Rolph and Sir Phillip's current mission was proof of that.

In their last time together naked -- two nights ago -- Luna had offered to perform a task down there that would prepare Stella for the first time Morrow's cock penetrated her. It involved the use of a wooden device coated with warmed olive oil. Stella has been aware of the item, yet had never seen used, not even during their love making sessions.

Stella had asked with concern, "Won't he know...? Won't Lord Morrow be able to tell...? He'll think that I've been with a man before him."

Luna had warned Stella that that might be true but had then added, "But the pain will be lessened ... and you may enjoy it far more."

"I would rather cry from great pain, My Queen," Stella had said, "than from Lord Morrow fearing that I had lost my purity to another man before him."

Morrow continued regarding the imminent mix of pain and pleasure Stella was going to feel, "I want you to enjoy this as much as you can. As much as I'm sure I will."

"I will, m'lord ... enjoy this," she promised him, knowing that it might not be true. "You may hurt me, m'lord, yes. But I am prepared. I am eager, m'lord ... Morrow."

She smiled at her use of his given name. Or ... was it his surname? Did he have one of each? Many people did not; many lived their entire lives with just one name, often without an identifier following that spoke of their origin or current place of residency.

"What is your name, m'lord?" Stella asked, smiling wide. "Your full name? It only seems proper that I know this before you ... deflower me...? Is that the right way to say this, m'lord?"

 

[HumanBean]

Map of the Known World -- OOC thread

Morrow's Quarters

"Thank you, m'lord," Stella whispered, praising Morrow, "That was the most fantastic thing anyone has ever done to me."

"Thank you, m'lady," he responded, appreciative of the compliment. He questioned whether or not it was true, though. Stella may or may not have thought that Morrow was aware of her sexual relationship with their Queen. Either way, he couldn't imagine that Luna had driven her Handmaiden to such heights of ecstasy in the past. Maybe Luna doesn't 'do' Stella? Maybe Luna is only 'done' by her? he wondered.

Stella promised Morrow that he wasn't going to hurt her upon slipping his cock inside her virginal pussy. Again, he couldn't help but wonder just what the Queen and her Handmaiden had been up to all those years. He didn't know much about what happened when two women were alone together behind closed doors.

Oh, sure, he'd seen girl-on-girl sex shows before. And sometimes they had enlisted the aid of penetrating devices. Like the one Morrow didn't know Luna had hid in a drawer next to her bed. But brothel sex was rarely similar to real sex. So, what did he know?

"You may hurt me, m'lord, yes," Stella told him. "But I am prepared. I am eager, m'lord ... Morrow."

He smiled at her use of his name. She followed up by asking, "What is your name, m'lord? Your full name? It only seems proper that I know this before you ... deflower me...? Is that the right way to say this, m'lord?"

"Bloom," he told her. "I'm not going to deflower you, m'lady. Stella, you're going to bloom."

He began moving his body in preparation to fuck the beauty beneath him. As he did, he kissed her, then whispered the name she'd already heard him referred to before, "Morrow Tyne. I was born in a little village in Vint named Tyne. I took my home's name as my own."

Morrow had slipped a hand down between Stella's thighs as he talked. He found her wetness, playing his fingers within it. One. Then two. Then three. Deeper. Deeper. He watched her expression for pain. Anxiety. Pleasure. He thought he'd seen all three. Maybe even more.

Finally, he took hold of his shaft and moved his cock to her hole. Pressing gently, he whispered, "I'll be as gentle as I can."

Penetrating her was, of course, difficult. Morrow quickly decided that Stella and Luna had never played with inserts. Twice Morrow asked softly, "Do you want me to stop?"

Suddenly, his bulbous head penetrated Stella's gate. He paused, again looking for her reaction. She was thankfully very wet as a result of what he'd done with his mouth earlier. He pushed gently, penetrating a bit. Then more. Then more. Each time, Morrow pulled out a bit to wet his shaft.

Unless she stopped him, Morrow would continue until he was fully inside her.

 

[MarieDavisRPs]

Map of the Known World -- OOC thread

Morrow's Quarters

"Bloom," Morrow told Stella. "I'm not going to deflower you, m'lady. Stella, you're going to bloom."

She smiled again, kissing him happily; his reassuring words mirrored her earlier ones about him fulfilling her as a woman. She grimaced a bit as she felt the pressure at her pussy, whispering to him when he asked if she was alright, "I am fine, m'lord ... Morrow ... please ... don't stop."

When he finally pushed through her tight muscles, though, Stella groaned at the pain; her fingers -- which had been clutching his shoulders -- suddenly dug their nail tips into him, leaving marks that they would discover later with a laugh.

"Do you want me to stop?" he whispered.

"No, no, m'lord, please don't stop," Stella pleaded. She kissed him again, passionately, begging, "Don't stop, Morrow."

He didn't stop trying to enter her fully, and Stella didn't stop wincing, digging her nails into him, and then begging, "Don't stop ... please..." Eventually, she felt their bodies press firmly together, and she knew that he was deep inside her. She begged her body to relax, to welcome him, while continuing to kiss and whisper her pleas to her lover.

But it was too much for Stella, and suddenly her plea changed to, "M'lord, please ... may I ... may I be..." She used her arms and the rest of her body to indicate that she wanted him off her, clarifying, "May I be on top...? Luna told me that--"

Stella went silent, her eyes widening in shock at what she'd been about to say. Somehow, her face went initially white, only to quickly afterward turn a beet red as she giggled, embarrassed. When she was able, Stella explained, "My Queen ... she ... gave me some advice ... about this ... about being with you, m'lord. She said that I might be more comfortable ... if I was on top."

 

[HumanBean]

Map of the Known World -- OOC thread

Morrow's Quarters

"M'lord, please ... may I ... may I be..." Stella began.

Morrow's cock was halfway inside her. She fit him so tightly. He wanted to continue pushing into her but didn't. "What is it, m'lady? Should I stop?"

He hoped so badly that she wouldn't say yes. He wasn't sure he would or could at this point. Morrow was desperate to find his joy within Stella. She shifted, urging him off her. And out of her. He resisted initially.

Then she asked, "May I be on top...?"

"On top?" he asked, surprised.

She continued, "Luna told me that--"

She went silent as Morrow's reacted with surprise. "On top?"

He saw the combination of shock and embarrassment in Stella's face. She hid her face before admitting that she and Luna had talked about this moment. "She said that I might be more comfortable ... if I was on top."

Morrow couldn't help but laugh. He kissed her again, saying, "I'm sorry."

He pulled his cock carefully from her pussy, rolling to his side as he took her with him. With her lying atop him, Morrow kissed her again. "Yes, you may be on top. I'd love to see you atop me."

 

[MarieDavisRPs]

Map of the Known World -- OOC thread

Morrow's Quarters

"Yes, you may be on top," Morrow said, happily adding, "I'd love to see you atop me."

Stella grimaced at the painful feel of Morrow pulling his cock from her. Then he wrapped his arms around her and rolled them both over, causing Stella to squeal in surprise, then laugh.

She was beginning to feel more comfortable with what had begun as a very uncomfortable situation. Stella hadn't expected Morrow to be so gentle with her, despite his assurances that he would be.

She slid herself up his body to meet his mouth with her own for a long, soft, erotic kiss. Between them, she could feel his cock, still more hard than not, wanting to be back inside her.

Stella saw no reason to delay or deny him. She parted her thighs to find the bed with her knees, lifted her groin from his, and reached down between them to find his cock. It was rock-hard again and wet with her own fluids,

"Thank you, m'lord," Stella said for no particular reason. He'd caused her three wondrous orgasms in maybe twice that many minutes and let her take the top position to let her control the situation. How many men would do that? she wondered.

Stella positioned the head of Morrow's cock at her wetness and pushed onto it. This time it entered her with ease but only its bulbous head; she was still too tight to take much more of him. She stared into Morrow's eyes as her heart pounded with excitement. She smiled again, knowing already that she loved Lord Morrow Tyne.

Stella carefully began taking him in and out of her; at first just a bit and slowly, but then more ... and more ... and more as well as faster and faster, until finally Stella was taking most of Morrow's length in and out of her at a quick clip.

She didn't truly realize how completely the pleasure was replacing the pain until she was once again crying out at the ecstasy exploding through her. Her heart pounded, her entirety trembled, and she gasped for air, eventually collapsing upon Morrow as the euphoria claimed and spent her.

 

[HumanBean]

Map of the Known World -- OOC thread

Morrow's Quarters

"Thank you, m'lord," Stella said softly to Morrow after she was lying atop him.

He thought she was referring to the orgasms he'd imparted to her. He smiled, saying, "It was my pleasure."

Morrow didn't understand that there was more to her expressed appreciation. He didn't realize how important it was to her that he'd let her take control. If he had, he probably would have started that way.

A moment later, Stella was putting him back inside her. Morrow loved her boldness. His previous three virgins would never have grasped his cock and directed it inside her. Stella was one of a kind, Morrow was beginning to realize.

Soon, he was deep inside her. She was so fucking tight. He wanted to tell her that but didn't. He couldn't come up with a way to say it without sounding crude.

And then, he was moving in and out of her. Stella had certainly taken control. Morrow grasped her hips and helped her a bit. But for the most part, he left the work to her. She knew what she wanted more than he could. She knew what felt good more than he could. She knew what did or didn't hurt more than he could.

It didn't take long for the pleasure building inside Morrow to build to climax. He gasped at the explosion of ecstasy. Stella was still moving fast and furious, so Morrow continued to help her along. If he'd been in control, he would have given in to the euphoria, simply enjoying it. But he wanted her to cum again. Cum via intercourse. Via fucking. What he'd done to her with his mouth was something Luna could have done to her. Morrow wanted Stella to explode via something only a man could provide her. Something only he could provide her.

He was thrilled then when she exploded once more. Stella's orgasms were a beautiful thing. He loved the look, the sound, the trembling of her body. He could watch her explode all day long.

Morrow wanted her joy to last as long as possible, so he took control. Still holding her hips, he moved her up and down his groin while rocking below her. He thrusted himself deep into her another dozen or more times. When she collapsed upon him, Morrow finally ceased what he was doing, wrapped his arms around her, and simply held her to him.

For several minutes, they just lay there as one. He could feel her heart pounding. Hear her rapid breathing gradually slow. Feel the trembling fade. He was still deep inside her, and he would have liked to stay there the entire night. But Morrow knew that Stella would soon begin to feel the pain of her first intercourse as soon as the euphoria faded.

Carefully, Morrow reluctantly withdrew from Stella's pussy. He rolled her to her back, then to her side. Reaching behind him, he gathered a handful of bedding and pulled it over them. He didn't think they would lie like this all night. But he didn't want to disturb Stella's afterglow of her first orgasm with him.

Morrow rose on an elbow just enough to reach the many side-by-side cords dangling next to the headboard. He pulled one. A minute or so later a soft knock sounded at the door, followed by it opening. A boy about 12 entered, oblivious to the fact that Morrow had company. When he saw the second, unidentifiable body, he dropped his gaze to the floor, whispering, "Yes, m'lord."

"More wood on the fire, please," Morrow whispered, "and a pitcher of drinking water with two goblets."

The boy acknowledged the instructions and tended to them as Morrow curled up to Stella. He pulled her hair from her neck, kissed it, and whispered, "Sleep, m'lady. Sleep. And dream of the life we will share, for I know I will."

 

[MarieDavisRPs]

Map of the Known World -- OOC thread

Morrow's Quarters

Stella was absolutely spent by the time Morrow carefully rolled her to her side and covered her with the bedding. She peeked upwards at his unexpected movement, seeing him signaling for an Attendant; when the boy arrived, Stella -- not knowing if he would know who was in bed with Morrow -- hid her face out a desire not to spark the rumor mill any more than necessary.

"More wood on the fire, please," Morrow whispered, "and a pitcher of drinking water with two goblets."

"And grapes," Stella whispered, peeking up to Morrow, smiling, and giggling as she added, "And citrus, please."

The boy acknowledged the additions and departed, after which Stella turned her head just enough to look up into Morrow's eyes, smile, and whisper, "You were gentle, m'lord ... as you promised. Thank you. You don't know how much I appreciate that."

She suddenly giggled again, kicking the bedding from herself and lifting one of her feet up before Morrow; she was still wearing her boots. She said with humor, "If you don't mind, m'lord?"

They barely got both of them off and Stella back in the bedding hidden before the boy returned with the tray of consumables. He tossed more wood into the fire, stoked the flames, and asked if there was anything more. Dismissed, he departed, and Stella rose and crawled playfully over Morrow to snatch up a small bunch of grapes and an orange slice before returning to her position; she laid on her back, looking into Morrow's face as she ate the fruit. She couldn't get the smile to leave her face, giggling again when Morrow looked at her questioningly.

"You are not the man I thought you were when we met, m'lord," she told him. She sucked on the slice, tossed the peel at the fire, laughed, and rolled to her side to shimmy back into Morrow's warm body. "G'night ... Lord Morrow Tyne or Orland."

"Sleep, m'lady," Morrow said, kissing her neck. "Sleep. And dream of the life we will share, for I know I will."

"I don't have to dream, m'lord," she whispered. "I already have what I want."

Grabbing one of Morrow's hands and pulling it around to rest between her breasts, Stella played her ass against his wet cock, giggled, yet again, then allowed herself to drift off to a deep, wonderful sleep.



Earlier:

Luna wandered aimlessly about her private quarters, drinking wine and occasionally snatching up a grape from a bowl she'd had delivered. Shortly after Morrow and Stella departed, she'd overturned an hour counting hourglass and was watching it impatiently and anxiously; Luna had known that the rapid spinning of her mind would not allow her to correctly judge time, making the hourglass necessary.

Even before it had fully drained, she slipped into a warm, floor length fur coat, pulled the hood over her head, and slipped into the secret passage accessible from her bed chamber. It took her about a third of the distance she wanted to travel, opening at the other end into a short, terminating, unguarded passageway. There, she slipped through the dark to yet another secret passageway, took it about the same distance as the previous one, descended a spiraling steel staircase, and continued onward until she'd reached her destination.

Pulling a wooden plug from a hole in the stone, Luna found the view she'd been expecting: Lord Morrow's bed chamber, with his bed filling most of her view. She'd expected to find her assassin laying between her former Handmaiden's thighs, pumping away at her now formerly untouched vagina. What Luna found instead was Stella -- naked with the exception of her boots -- riding Morrow with great energy and enthusiasm.

The Queen's feelings were terribly conflicted at the obvious success of the mating of her two close friends, one very new, the other not at all. Luna was thrilled for Stella, of course, having feared that this night could be a tragedy for her. At the same time, she found herself both jealous and envious: jealous because she was obviously losing Stella to Morrow, and envious because she would have loved to be the one sitting in Morrow's lap feeling his cock running in and out of her own yearning pussy.

She continued to watch the pair until the new Lady of Thrush cried out in ecstasy -- the sound and body language were noticeably different from her orgasms with Luna -- and then collapsed upon the Lord of Orland. Replacing the plug, Luna departed, but she didn't return the way that she'd come. Instead, she used the continuation of the passageway to reach another nondescript passageway, another hidden one with yet another descending spiral case, and finally a short, dark hall.

The short passage ended at the door to a small bed chamber, a portal through which Luna passed without a knock. Inside, a man waited in his bed naked, expecting the covert visit from his Queen. Luna had informed him that he was to be cleaned and available to her at a moment's notice today, and he'd complied. He would suck her, fuck her, and suck her again before -- after giving herself an hour to enjoy the afterglow -- she quietly repeated the trek in reverse, bathed without the aid of a Handmaiden or Chambermaid, and slipped into her bed alone but satisfied ... or ... at much as she could be having seen what she had.