The Tribute

[Turk-Rakker]

She was brought blindfolded through several narrow corridors and up a steep flight of stairs. She'd been somewhat shocked when the nubians had slipped the dark cloth over her head but Xandria had come to realize that the less reactive she was to whatever came to pass then the easier fate would deal with her.

They paused at the top of the stairs and one of the men rapped gently at a door, it opened quietly and she heard soft words spoken between her dark escorts and a girl within.
Hands guided the princess across a rock floor whose aged stones seemed smooth and warm to her bare feet.
A refreshing breeze was blowing against her skin, a skin made strangely sensitive by the massaging and by the sweet oils and the stimulating unguents that had been worked into it by skilled ebon fingers.

"Stand here...don't move." A voice whispered in her ear and then she felt them all depart. She stood alone.

Garemond sat back in the soft chair and watched the girl. Watched the wind blow the sheer fabric against the lush curves of her body. He could make out the long firm shape of her legs and thighs, the points of her nipples, tenting the smokey gause, the sensuous curve of her belly down to the shadowed valley between her legs hardly concealed by the diaphanous fabric rippling around her.
He could not see her face as she stood there etched against the starry sky but he could imagine it and the thought aroused him.
He crooked a finger at Princess Isolde and the pale blond girl knelt dutifully by his knees.
He took his thickening cock which was stirring with life from beneath his robes and placed it in her outstretched hands.
She squeezed gently and then bent low to kiss and take the hooded tip within her soft lips. Her hand began to move the soft warm skin up and down over the hardening shaft.
He smiled down at her and thought of the night two years ago in which she had been dragged kicking and screaming to this very chamber on aa evening such as this.

Xandria at least was quiter...

Moments passed...it seemed like eternity. She shifted her weight from one foot to another, her body itched in a hundred places, she became aware of the succulant aroma of food...delicious food very close...she wanted to RIP THE DAMNED BLINDFOLD FROM HER EYES!

"You may remove it." Came a somewhat strained but familiar voice.
She reached up and stripped it away!
The first thing that greeted her eyes was a feast....such a feast!
Lovely food piled high on silver serving dishes and lying within reach...dear God ...dear God! but she was hungry!

The next thing that caught her eye was being played out on the other side of that table where the detestable nobleman sat, his naked legs akimbo with a golden haired girl kneeling between them and...and...
Xandria's could not believe what she was seeing!

"Please eat girl but pay attention. This won't take long and then it will be your turn."
Garemond laughed and began to cum in heavy thick pulses. He came into the pale princes Isolde's delicate mouth, he came until she overflowed and he ran in white opalescent streams down the beautiful girls lips and chin and across her naked breasts.

 

[spiritual_love]

Xandria

Xandria was frozen.

She literally couldn't move her feet. It was as if her legs had meshed into a thick trunk and sprouted roots which travelled deeply into the floor beneath her. She stared unblinking at the wonderous, disgusting act played before her. She had never been allowed speak of, let alone witness such a blatant act of sexual pleasure.

The creamy white flow dribbled neatly along the girl's lips, her cute dimpled chin, splashing lightly upon her milky breasts. Xandria noticed how small and tight her nipples were in comparison to her own larger, deep rose coloured ones. She inhaled trying to draw some oxygen into her lungs, but she was overwhelmed by the scent of such raw maleness. She wobbled feeling unsteady on her feet.

"Please eat girl but pay attention. This won't take long and then it will be your turn."

Immediately, her appetite vanished. A frightening, excitement set a wave of quivers along her loins. She prayed that he had not noticed it. He would think that she actually desired the feast he was giving the girl!

Xandria's arms instantly wrapped around her waist. She didn't know how she was going to get out of this one. There didn't seem to be any escape, nor anyone who would stop him. Her eyes sparkled once again with fresh tears. The dampness clung to the soft, inky drape of her lengthy eyelashes.

Xandria continued to remain still. As delectable as the food smelled, she made no move to eat. Her eyes remained upon the erotic images before her. The beautiful, attentive princess used her tongue to cleanse him. Each droplet that had touched his flesh was taken into her mouth, until he looked as if the episode had never occured.

"Eat, princess. You'll need your energy."
His voice broke the hypnosis she seemed to be under. Xandria's vivid blue eyes lifted and looked upon him. Dutifully, she moved to the table and began to feast upon the various fruits present. She shyly let her eyes move back to him and the young princess. Whether she admitted it or not, Xandria was strangely aroused by the sight.

 

[Turk-Rakker]

Garemond joined here at the table, he'd slid into a long yellow silk gown, heavily embroidered with figures shown in various lascivious acts.
She tried to turn her face away and concentrate on the delicious food before her. She ate quickly aware of his eyes on her constantly, his and Isolde's.
The food inspite of it's aroma and appearence had the taste of cardboard.

"Isolde, please step behind the Princess and unfasten her gown I wish to see her breasts."
Dutifully the beautiful blonde girl stepped behind Xandria and unsnapped the silver clasp. The sheer material slid down over the rising curves of her breasts, hung for a moment on the stiff points of her nipples then fell into her lap. She made no move to cover herself and Garemond smiled.

"Good. Your learning."
His dark eyes darted between the two girls.
"Now, turn to Isolde and kiss her."

Xandria stared at him...kiss Isolde?!
She was a girl...a woman!...NO!
The blondes hands had slipped around her and were now cupping her breasts, offering then to Garemond.
Her sweet warm breath was hot in the Princess' ear.

She clenched her hands into fists and tried to will herself to be calm...but the fingers that teased her nipples and the sweet breath on her neck were making her blood boil...

Garemond leaned over the table and licked one small hard point.
Xandria gasped! He kissed it, then taking the firm bud between his long fingers began to pinch , to roll it gently and pull it.
Strange sensations shot throuigh her body...not unpleasent ones. She was very aware of Isolde's lips near her own...

"Kiss her I said."
Garemonds eyes glittered and his fingers pressed into the sensitive flesh of her breasts with an almost cruel force...

 

[spiritual_love]

Xandria

Trying to respond to him was of no use, her lips merely quivered as the duo stoked the fire raging within her body. She was so aroused, yet so ashamed.

Xandria couldn't believe this woman was touching her so intimately. This was NOT how it was to be! Women were with men, not with other women! Xandria sighed softly, against her will. The sound surprised her just as much as the pleasure that she was experiencing from the closeness of the two.

"Kiss her I said."

A brigh crimson flushed climbed up Xandria's neck, showering her face. Her wide blue, innocent eyes rested upon him. Just as she tried once again to speak, his finger dug into the luscious curve of her glorious breasts. She arched back, trying to escape the uncomfortable tinge of pain from his arching fingers.

"uuhhhh..."
Xandria allowed the deep throated moan emit from her throat.

Her lips parted with the cry, giving Isolde enough time to conquer her. The girls thinner lips expertly moved along Xandria's. Xandria tried deperately not to respond, but it was just too much. Her senses were overloading. Between Isolde's tongue and his assault upon her breasts, she was losing her sanity. The girl's tongue was doing deliciously wicked things within her mouth as she kissed her. Xandria felt a slickness gathering between her legs, coating the inside of her thighs. She snapped her legs together, not wanting either to witness her seeping juices.

Xandria's curiousity began to churn within.
Kiss her! See what it is like! You've never even kissed a boy like this, perhaps this is the last time you will ever be kissed! Do it!

With her encouraging inner monologue, Xandria's head tips to the side. Her lips follow the motion of the blonde girl's. She feels Isolde's lips move from hers for the briefest of moments as she speaks.

"I'm going to dip my tongue within your mouth. I want you to suckle at it."
She quietly demands the action from Xandria. Just as she parts her damp lips to protest, Isolde's pink tongue rides along her lower lip, tickling upon her teeth before dipping into the warm, wet cavern of Xandria's mouth. Xandria swears she has never felt anything more exquisite, nor tasted anything so..so..feminine! Hesitantly, she closes her lips around Isolde's tongue and begins to suckle at the wiggling muscle.

 

[Turk-Rakker]

Garemond drew back for a moment to contemplate the delicioius scene before him. The two Princesses in rapt embrace, though Xandria's to be sure was that of a novitiate and Isolde's that of a wanton, nonetheless they made a perfect match.
His hands were pressed to her legs and he began to slowly slide the sheer smokey silk through them, pulling the pooled fabric from around her waist and watching as inch by inch Xandria's smooth alabaster skin was revealed. The girl, her face upturned to Isolde's seemed totally unaware of the soft disrobing.
Garemond wet his lips at the sight of the shadowed hollow of her navel and began to salivate as the dusky cloth fell away from the fine 'v' of downy hair above her tightly clenched thighs.

He pulled the cloth free from her legs at last, just as the two women gaspingly broke their embrace.
Xandria beheld herself naked once again, though now her skin was warm, flushed with arousal and when Garemond commanded her to part her legs, she found herself obeying without question.
He kissed her knees and began to slowly lick his way up the cream smooth insides of her thighs as Isolde knelt to suckle the fine rosey points of her breasts.

Her skin held the taste of soap and honey, he caressed it with his mouth and felt himself hardening fast beneath his robe. He'd take the girl tonight, of that he was sure, but he was no longer sure how long he could hold himself back. The Princess was intoxicating. All the reports had been more than true.

The tip of his tongue parted the down above her sex, he felt her thighs tighten against his cheeks and then he pressed his lips to the tiny hooded pearl and gently sucked, sucked...sucked.

 

[spiritual_love]

Xandria was delirious with need. The sexual manipulations of the duo had driven her to the end of her sanity. She was actually doing as he commanded. Willingly, her legs had parted for him. She had allowed him to view that which she had been told to keep under lock and key. The treasure that would someday be claimed by her husband, was now being feasted upon by this man.

Xandria's vision grew hazy as his lips puckered and captured the throbbing little knot. He didn't stop when her hands tried to tear him away. He didn't pause when her thighs threatened to crush his head thrust into the dark apex of her thighs. Ashamed yet caught within the wanton lust that had so boldly burst free within her, she found herself beginning to rock to the steady beat of his mouth's motions. Strangely enough the sounds of his wet tongue smacking gently at her body had increased the delights desired to overwhelm her at any moment.

Princess Isolde's mouth was working each of Xandria's blushed nipples gingerly. Her entire focus seemed to be to devour Xandria's bosom. Her chest heaved and expanded with her rapid breathing. It seemed every nerve synapse was being ignited.

Xandria couldn't control the shuddering which descended upon her body. Her mouth opened with soft cries of desire. She felt the strange boiling upon the tender piece of flesh that he was chewing upon. It felt as if it had grown three times its normal size. Her ass clenched with the juices streaming upon the puckered star.

No...noo..pleaseeee....it's not...Ohhhh...My Lord!!
Xandria cried, begged for them to cease as she began to tumble towards the highest sexual satisfaction to which she had never visited before.

 

[Turk-Rakker]

He felt her beginning to go.
Her slender body trembling, her breath coming faster and faster....
Soon, soon...Good. He'd bring her off this way first, slowly, teasing her till she was crazy, then...

Willing his throbbing cock to patience, Garemond used his fingers to spread the soft folds away from her tiny pearl and began licking in long deep penetrating strokes that savored the sweet flesh of her sex from the little star of her ass to clit. He teased her anus with the tip of his tongue and she slid forward on her chair to give him better access to her most private passage, but with a flick upwards, he then plunged between the swollen petals of her labia and foraged ravenously into her tight hot passage, his tongue swirling inside the velvet sheath.

Xandria's hands laced into his black long hair and she thrust her hips upwards trying to draw his face inside her body, trying to feel the maddening animal of his tongue inside her womb.
She cried out!

Isolde smiled and drew the yioung Princess' tender nipples between her teeth, sucking them in, feeling their hard points pressing against the back of her throat.
She spread her legs as she felt Garemond's hand caressing upwards inside her thigh and settled with a moan on his questing fingers now buried to the the first knuckledeep inside her cunt.

Outside the grated window the Queen watched, unseen by either girl but Graemond knew as he worked both of the princesses to orgasm that she was there in the shadows watching every move...

 

[spiritual_love]

Xandria's motions became frenized. She was no longer in control. This man had ripped that from her with the expert use of his tongue upon her. Xandria had been captured by this beast of a human, never having these sexual experiences before and now she was melting into a pool of her body's sweet musky juices before his eyes.

She never knew it was possible to be devoured by pleasure. And that is exactly what was occuring.

He didn't stop when she had pleaded. In fact, his tongue had rode along her creaming slit firmly, up and down, making sure that the stroke caught the entire sensitive flesh between her legs. Xandria was desperately trying to open wider for him. She needed more. She scooted to the edge of the chair, legs splitting over the arms, displaying herself from the dark anal opening to the spread lips of her saliva drenched clit.

As Isolde's mouth sucked Xandria's entire areola within her throat, Xandria bucked against Garemond's wandering tongue. She rocked, thrusted as well as she could, sending herself tumbling into the orgasmic heaven that was waiting for her. Her screams permeated the air with such vitality, but also fear. Fear of the unkown, of a place she had never been before.

She twisted and thrusted her hips harder and quicker, daring to match Garemond's vigorous tongue fucking of her velvet opening.

uhhhh..Uhhhhhhh...OHHHHHHh...
Xandria's screams burst from her lips as she began to shudder with the her first experience of orgasm.

 

[Turk-Rakker]

Garemond ate the shuddering Princess with a gourmond's appetite, feeling the sweet cream of her orgasm sheeting warmly over his tongue and filling his mouth with nectre.
He almost came himself, but thrust a hand to the base of his twitching cock and squeezed tightly, stiffling his rush to the abyss, while he savored every spasm, every moan of the young captive.
Her body tensed, legs snapping tight against his head, she was driving herself hard against his face...wanting more...wanting more.
He slid away with a long slow lick the length of her thigh and also pulled his fingers from Isolde's tight warm cunt.

"You liked that and I think you will like this as well."
He snapped his fingers and the blonde girl dutifully took his place between Xandria's legs.
The Princess, recovered somewhat looked down in dismay.

"It's only fair this lovely girl tastes your passion as well dont' you think?"
Garemond walked to the side of the chair and laid his hot throbbing organ against her cheek.
"Now open yourself for her...and open your mouth for me.
Don't hesitate...Do it!"

Isolde's hands parted her knees and she felt the lovely girls warm breath against her wet and swollen nether lips.
Garemonds broad headed cock was caressing her face back and forth,,,back and forth...waiting.

"Now girl. Do it."

 

[spiritual_love]

Xandria's head pounded with his words...

She just couldn't, she couldn't! He wanted her mouth opened for his hardened organ. She had tried so hard not to feel the girl's soft fluttering licks as they lashed at her pussy. She had been unable to control herself before, but this was an opportunity to reel herself back in. A chance to escape the two that were trying to drown her with sexual pleasure.

She attempted to speak to him, but as soon as her lips opened wide enough. He pressed his cock inside the saliva slickened walls of her mouth. Her eyes were wide with shock, surprise, a flurry of emotions were rolling over the orbs as he chuckled lowly.

"I did say open your mouth."
His hand gripped the back of her head as she struggled to draw back from the engorged organ threatening to choke her. Her hands lifted pushing at his stomach desperately. She had to get him away! Her fingernails created viciously bright red welts along the hard rise of muscle adorning his midsection. Princess Isolde's tongue was pushing its little rigid length into Xandria's creaming hole. Her swollen pussy lips blossomed against Isolde's mouth, seeming to pucker to kiss the princess's sweet mouth.

How could she possibly stand this? The delight of such wrong! This wasn't right or proper behaviour for a lady, let alone a princess! But...but....it was such an exquisite feeling!!

Xandria's mouth had begun to relax as she was again brought deeper and deeper into the world of limitless sexual pleasure.

 

[Turk-Rakker]

Garemond gasped and stepped away, pulling his thick erection from her reluctant lips....
"Hold Isolde!"
Instantly the girl withdrew and knelt docily at the Noblemans feet.
Xandria tried to read the degree of anger in his face but it was as inscrutable as a Mandarins.

He drew a hand across his tight hard belly and came away with a stain of blood.
The Princess blanched, her nails had raked across him in a natural reaction to the oral assault, now she realised she could suffer dire consequences from the thoughtless act.
He grabbed her jaw, locking it painfully with an iron grip.

"Isolde bind her hands behind the chair, and her legs to the chair legs...use her shift for the restraints. Do it now!"

Xandria tried to struggle as the flimsy cloth was shredded from her body, as her hands and ankles were securely bound but every time she moved his grip strengthened. She was afraid her jaw would shatter like an eggshell in his hand.

"Finished, Master."

Isolde stepped away, her face aglow with anticipation of what might be in store for the new arrival.
The Princess was as tightly bound and immoble as if she had been turned to stone, though her breath came fast and her bosom, topped by the two straining coral buds of her nipples rose and fell in time.
Her legs were spread and held open by the bindings, wide enough apart that her pink soft sex was open and vulnerable to every glance.

Garemond surveyed his handiwork, idly fondling Isolde's
breasts...at length he spoke.
"You will NEVER, strike or in any way physicaly or verbally challenge me...ever!"

He put his arm around the slender blonde woman.
"You are here to learn most importantly, obedience and surrender.
In that you shall find ultimate pleasure..."
He gestured at the table, still replete with food.
"Isolde fetch that silver bowl over there.

Xandria watched as the girl dutifully fetched the chalice.
"Now place it on the floor between your legs and piss in it."

The Princess' eyes flew open and she watched unbelieving as the lovely girl squatted over the bowl and relieved herself in front of her and Garemond without the appearence of an iota of shame.

"That is the kind of obedience you will learn and learn quickly. Later tonight We'll take you to see what becomes of those who don't adjust."

Isolde had risen and was staring at the Xandria with an evil smile on her face.

Garemond nodded,
"Proceed again. Use your mouth and your fingers on her. Make her cum. When I'm ready..."
He was stroking his cock slowly again.
"When I'm ready the Princess Xandria will open her lips to me... willingly I'm sure.

 

[spiritual_love]

Xandria was stunned silent by Garemond's actions but mainly by the girl, Isolde. How could she possibly do all that he commanded her? How could she stoop so low to release herself into the bowl...just because he made the request? Xandria didn't understand but she knew that she could be in serious trouble now. She was bound to the chair. She hadn't been able to move a limb due to the restraints. The vulnerable state frightened her. Her heart had continued to pound feverishly as she listened to him speak and watched the blond girl comply with his wishes.

By the time, Xandria's mind registered the words that Garemond had spoken to Isolde, the girl had already plunged a single finger into the sopping hold of Xandria's sex. Regardless, of her disdain, of her fear, her body didn't cease to produce its sexual juices, giving Garemond a clear prespective of her arousal. She was split open, held with the binding for Isolde.

Xandria attempted to twist to the left...then to the right. But the bindings were as unyielding as Isolde's finger. It began to drive between Xandria's swollen pussy lips. The soft suckling sound of the digits being engulfed by her body mixed with the wheezing breaths falling past her parted lips echoed into the air.

Her mind was going blank as she felt a sudden firey, stretch below. Isolde had added a second finger, opening her wider. She was so tight and pliable at once. Her insides were like melting butter as her cream began to stream along her velvet walls.

Xandria was trying her damnedest not to fall into the trap of this sexual pleasure but it was all encompassing. It was surrounding her like a ring of fire, drifting closer and closer as Isolde's fingers pressed into the soft tissues of her honeyed puss. Then like a bolt of lightening it happened.

Isolde's lips wrapped around the erect cocklike flesh of her clit. She pulled upon it, sucking harder and harder, using her teeth to gnaw upon its sensitive length. Xandria's eyes opened wide, her head turned towards Garemond as her screams of orgasm raced forth.

 

[Turk-Rakker]

Garemond plunged his cock into the girls open mouth, rather than hold back and watch as he'd originally intended. He wanted her to taste it...to get used to it.

She didn't jerk her head away this time. Instead, in as much as she was able considering the almost total fixation of her senses on Isolde's actions...instead, her eyes wide, she accepted The Count's smooth arching stiffness between her lips.
He contented himself with small invasions allowing only the soft swollen head of his erection to fill her sweet mouth and respond to the fevered moans that were trying to escape from her.

Isolde did her job well.
Not content with the violent first release, her mouth now primed with the writhing girl's creamy emissions, she continued to nibble and worry Xandria's humming, aching pearl and thrust her fingers yet deeper into the captives velvet sheath.

"Good...good..."
Garemond purred, his hands now in the Princess' silken hair, pulling her closer, slowly inserting more of himself into her now hungry mouth.
He saw her nipples hard as bullets, tipping the delightful cones of her youthful breasts and gave a nod to the two Nubians who slipped up, silent as shadows one on each side and leaning over took her tight pink buds within their dusky lips and sucked.



The Queen smiled to herself, enjoying every minute of the show her Procurer' was presenting. She thought breifly of interrupting the proceedings, of having the Blackamoors throw the girl on the floor and rape her but why rush...Garemond, dear Garemond had taught her that.
With a sigh she closed her heavy lidded eys for a moment and enjoyed the feel of the golden Dildos that her slaves were languidly thrusting into her cunt and ass.

 

[spiritual_love]

Xandria

She was lost. Utterly lost in the heat of this forbidden, sexual passion.

Xandria barely registered the two nubians at her breasts. Their thick tongues and luscious mouths nearly swallowing her nipples whole. The pinch of their teeth sent sparks of fire shooting directly to the sweet nub that Isolde was munching upon.

Her hands clenched, tigthening until they felt as though they were cramped. She was still bound to the chair as the once duo now foursome took advantage of her vulnerable pleasure. They sought to create the most exquisite of delights within her body.

She knew this was it. She could never return to her mundane existence after experiencing the beautiful sensations that were being cast upon her at this moment.

Her eyes fluttered rapidly. She had to see him. He who had given her this. He who was feeding her the very tip of his thick meat, teasing her viciously. Xandria never realized that a man's organ could actually taste this delicious. Maybe she was being influenced by all that was occuring to her, but she felt her hunger deep within for him. She responded by tightening her lips upon the spongy tip, trying to suck him deeper into the confines of the liquid lava of her mouth.

His grin stretches his lips at the greediness she displays for him. It was a good sign. A very good sign perhaps she would be prepared to show the queen her skills to suck before too long, but he wanted to enjoy the pleasures this sweet, unbroken girl had to offer.

Xandria's body stiffened again as Isolde's mouth pulled at her twitching little pearl. The cock like flesh had ballooned to twice its size, it was engorged with blood as it pulsed with Xandria's orgasm. It over took her without warning. Her lips fixed upon the knob of Garemond's cock. Muffled moans caressed the tip as she writhed within her bindings. The climax too much as it overwhelms her, sending her into a delirious state. Unable to control her body she shakes helplessly as the foursome continue to manipulate her weakening body.

 

[Turk-Rakker]

Responses so positive...such a total surrender...It was time.
Time, Garemond thought, to give her a reward, a viscuously sweet and salty reward. He'd not hold himself back now...not at all.
Another wrackingly intense orgasm was rending the child but inspite of the ecstasy that engulfed her, she still was devouring his grand erection with passionate abandon...
Gesturing the two black slaves away from her now tortured, saliva wet nipples to give himself more room, Garemond guided her face with both hands onto his straining cock, watching inch after inch disappear between her sweet red lips...

Isolde had worked the Princess to a fevered pitch, her three fingers coaxing, teasing, sliding deeper and deeper into the soft virgin cleft while her mouth made a deliciously aching plaything of Xandria's clitoris.

He would have to reward Isolde later on...perhaps with one of the new oriental boys that had just come in...perhaps...perhaps...

His control shuddered, suddenly brittle as a sheet of glass...a last agonizing moment of...restraint...
And then!

She felt the massive organ in her mouth, deep in her throat, jerk hotly, felt the throb of pounding blood coursing through its length and then she was full of a seething thick liquid, pumping into her! She swallowed instinctively...unable to stop as Garemond's semen gushed into her body...unbelievably, unbelievably...so much...So MUCH!

 

[spiritual_love]

Xandria

Xandria's eyes were open, watching him as he released his seed into the open shaft of her throat. She couldn't help but swallow the sweet/salty mix as it spurt over and over into her opened mouth. There was so much, it seemed to go on..and on..and on....

The corners of her mouth leaked with the substance. The muscles of his abdomen quivered and clenched as he continued to pump the viscious liquid into her. She was devoruing his semen as well as she could. She nursed like a babe upon the steel of his manhood, eating as though she was starved.

Isolde's fingers had slowed and her tongue just gently swept over Xandria's sex, licking at the trickles of her cum that had formed. Xandria's body was aching, sore within the bindings, tingling from the pleasure she had just been allowed.

She felt deliciously weak, desiring more. She closed her eyes as she felt the gentle touch of Garemond's fingers upon her scalp.

"Well done, Princess. There shall be much more for you soon enough. Now clean me."
His words lacked the gentleness shown by his hands. In fact they were much more domineering, Xandria loved it.

 

[Turk-Rakker]

After she and Isolde had cleaned him with warm scented water.
They were allowed to attend themselves.
Garemond lounged at the table, sipping a delicate white wine from the Yan Valley and watched them.
Isolde was taking great care in helping Xandria with her toilette and though awkward at first the Princess was soon returning the attentions with the same diligence. They seemed to like each other.
He considered ordering them to make love again but he knew the Queen had left, the show was over and it had been a long day for everyone. However the thought was still...intriguing.

He beckoned them to the table and fed them fruit and bread with his own hands.

"You've done well girl."
His eyes locked to Xandria's. She could not turn away.

"Tomorrow I'll teach you more about the rewards of obedience, but for tonight I will give you to our little Isolde to pleasure as she sees fit."

The blonde girl's eyes lit up in anticipation.
"Thank you my Lord."

He stood up and clapped his hands and the two Nubians appeared from nowhere.
"It's a warm night. We'll all sleep here on the terrace. Take away the table and bring two beds, one for myself and the other for the Queen's whores."

*Whores!...Did he say whores!*


OOC...I think I'd like to try a scene playing Isolde's part with you,
A bit of a challange, if that's okay.

 

[spiritual_love]

Xandria

Xandria fumed as he addressed her as a whore. Why did he have to keep calling her these awful names? After all she was still a princess, regardless of what he did to her.

She had to sleep with the two. Xandria was hoping to have some time alone, to regroup, to try to develop a plan to sustain her until it was time to return to her father's kingdom, but now she had to remain within their presence. And he had offerred her to the girl! Like she was a toy that was being passed between two children.

Xandria stared at him boldly as he spoke to the attendents. Her voice rose from her wet lips, quietly at first and then gaining confidence.

"If you do not mind, M'Lord. I do not care to be given to her. Regardless, of what I have done and what you think of me. I still am royalty and demand to be treated so. I will not tolerate being handed over to a female in such a manner by you."

Her words float within the air as she just stares at his hard gaze. His eyes do not waver after seconds...minutes. Xandria begins to shuffle her feet, fear building within her body. Her pulse pumping wildly as she turns her back towards him.

 

[ariosto]

She had come to expect almost anything from the degenerate nobleman but what came next was totally surprising!

"Yes," she heard his voice behind her.
"I think you have had enough for one day and I do apologise for any embarassment I've caused you."

She froze...unbelieving.
Xandria turned slowly and all hope vanished as she saw tyhe infernal glint of the firelight in his eyes. His sensuous lips were raised in a sarcastic smile and the Nubians had once again appeared at his side.
"Escort the Princess to her bed and see she's made comfortable."
He turned to Isolde,
"Go.
It would appear our treasured prize seeks not Saphho's pleasures tonight...."
He paused.
"I think she yearns to finally feel good hard cock in her body."
He pushed the disapointed Isolde towards the doorway.
"Summon the Queen and tell her if she wishes to see her new slave deflowered she is to come here now."

Xandria had backed to the ballustrade as Garemond's intent became obvious.
Four strong black hands now held her firm against it, the winding river far below.
The Procurer shed his clothes as he approaced and now stood naked before her.

"So the moment has arrived...Tell me girl will you embrace a man or will you embrace the River. It will be the last choice I'll ever give you."

 

[spiritual_love]

Xandria

"YOU CANNOT HONESTLY MEAN TO TOSS ME INTO THE RIVER!"
Xandria screamed at the insane man.

"I do and I will."
His words were short and unbroken. His eyes laid upon her with his seriousness, just as his cock boldly showed her what she would be given if the river was not her choice.

Xandria struggled within the strong grasp of the two attendents. They were relentless in their grips. Their fingers dug into her body until she was near exhaustion from attempting an escape from them. Her eyes fluttering as she heaved, trying to draw air into her weakening body.

Why must this be happening to me...
Xandria's mind pleaded silently. She didn't understand why this was occuring. Why couldn't she still be within her home, wandering the kingdom's gardens, visiting the cook, riding her horse. ANYTHING but here!!!

With her eyes sealed shut, Xandria's pale lips part, quivering once again as she accepts with is to come.

"M'Lord, I choose not the river, but I choose you."
The words come as a low growl, that sounds almost sexual, though she intends not for it to, quickly adding, "I'll have your head for this one day..." she whispers her last words trembling.

 

[ariosto]

"Very wise decision...a chilly night for a swim."
Garemond turned and spoke to the Nubians,"Release her...go back to your quarters now.
You won't be needed any more tonight."

He stood a yard away from her, his feral eyes taking in every inch of her fresh young body.
A body which he had seen all day of course but now it was very different. Now she was his.

"Hold my cock girl...hold it in your hand and stroke it."
His words were soft but there was no mistaking...it was a command not a request.

Xandria's hands reached out and tentatively touched the velvet head. It jerked in response...she drew back.
"No no....take it in your hands..."
He stepped closer.
"Yes...like that...stroke it...feel how soft the skin and how hard the center?"

She did, and inspite of herself she wondered what it would feel like to have this great warm tube inside her body.

Garemond raised the Princess' breasts to his lips and began to nibble and suck at the upthrust buds, feeling them stiffen in his mouth...
The girl's hand had begun a delicious rhythmical stroking and he responded with short thrusts of his hips, driving his aching cock through her palms.

Below them the river roared over the rocks and behind them the Queen quietly took a seat at the table...

 

[spiritual_love]

Xandria felt more comfortable and willing to explore him as they were left alone. At least with only the two of them present, there would only be two who would witness this debasement of the princess's character.

Xandria's pink lips parted as she moaned wantonly. His lips had surrounded the puckered flesh of her nipple and was drawing it deeper and deeper into the hot cavern of his experienced mouth. His tongue, teeth all served to tantalized the bud into a pebble like formation. She didn't understand why when his teeth dug deeper, biting into her flesh, that it excited her the most. It caused a warm stream to flow from her head to the aching slit between her thighs.

Her hands were both wrapped around his thickened manhood, stroking back and forth, pulling at the meat as if her life depended on it. His body rocked with her motions, further exciting her.

She was giving him pleasure! She delighted in the thought that he was enjoying what she was capable of, at least what he had just taught her. Xandria sped up her motions, applying more pressure, quickening her stroke.

Her eyes looked to him lustfully, and in his open orbs she saw a reflection..

Someone was in the room!

 

[ariosto]

He felt her tense up suddenly and knew that she had spotted the figure of the Queen sitting in the shadows.
And the Queen could take ones breath away if they had not been prepared for what they'd see..

"Easy my sweet,"
He whispered around her hardened nipples, his breath gliding like liquid heat across the voluptuous rise of her breasts.
"Easy...there's no one here but you and I."

His hand dropped to the flat warm skin of her belly and glided into the downy triangle before...
Fingers slipping lightly down until they touched the short smooth stem of her tiny flower bud and began to rub it.

Xandria's lips parted, the tall figure of the Queen seemed to melt away.
She arched back, thrusting her sex up against Garemonds probing hand and her straining eager breasts into his mouth.

He drew her nipples back between his nearly clenched teeth. One at a time, taking care to service both the Princess's maidenly breasts.
The tender tips were nearly squeezed flat as he sucked them into his mouth. His sharp teeth scaraped them and sent maddeningly hot sensations through her body.
She felt his fingers spreading her apart...she felt...she felt...

"Squeeze my cock little whore...get it ready. I'm going to fuck you."
The Procurer was getting eager himself.

 

[spiritual_love]

Xandria was utterly lost. She had completely forgotten of the image of the woman she had seen within his eyes. She could only feel the pleasure whirling within her lithe form. He was creating sensations she had yet to experience, but was craving more and more as he progressed with his sexual manipulations.

Her rosebud nipples seemed to be pulsing with electric like throbs, sending tingling shocks through the rest of her body, mainly the little hardened nodule between her legs. She could feel how swollen and wet her blossoming puss had become.

"Squeeze my cock little whore...get it ready. I'm going to fuck you."

Xandria's eyes fluttered, she was unable to focus as he spoke. His fingers prodded and pulled, opening and spreading. Her fingers curled tightly around his cock, jacking the meat, preparing it as he directed. She was anxious, eager to feel what he was promising.

 

[ariosto]

His hands closed like vises on her smooth naked shoulders and bent her back far over the railing. Xandria's hair tumbled like a silver waterfall spilling over the parapet's edge in the blue shine of moonlight.
Her nipples thrust high into the hard muscle of Garemond's chest and her hand fell away from his cock as the swollen petals of her virgin sex slipped up and over the wide purpled head of it.

He was poised on the very brink of penetration...only asking himself how...
How...
Fast as a rapier to slit the maidenveil in one quick deep thrust?, or slow...slow and teasing, a long delicious agony.

"Stop."
The voice was low and soft but there was no mistake. It was the voice of command. The Queen had spoken from the shadows.

Garemond held a finger to the girl's lips.
"Shhhhhh..." He whispered and she felt his body tense, felt the pulse of blood in the thick staff he pressed tight against her thighs.
"Shhhhhh..."
Was there someone he too feared?!

"Not that way Lord Bezieres.
Take her on the floor..on her hands and knees."
The laugh was liquid evil.
"Take her like a dog. Mount the bitch Garemond.
Do it."