Solstice Castle - Chapter 12

Chapter 12

Even though she remained silent, Auria continued to torment my the unrelieved countenance of my soldier ennestled in her by affording it squeezes of strength and control, traveling from one end of my shaft to the other -- all while giving no outward sign to the two lovely intruders!

I finally broke the silence, stammering, "Well, you see, Lorena, the lady requested lessons on the flute..." My voice trailed off as I saw the blonde Lorena guffaw; even the demure Rebca silently tittered behind her slim hand.

Lorena japed, "I can see that she is receiving whatever lessons you're giving 'on the flute', but I don't see what kind of instruction you could be giving to an experienced harlot." Auria glared at her; Lorena responded in kind. I could sense considerable tension between them, each perhaps resentful of the other. Lorena had considerable education and probably considered herself near-royalty, but was limited largely to contacts with the lady she served, Princess Paleem. Auria, as the King's concubine, was educated largely in those arts that might amuse the King -- music, floral arranging, and perhaps, certain sexual amusements -- and enjoyed his ear and confidences, but was disparaged by others in the castle as little more than a whore.

I protested, "Well, it's more than that, milady. You see, I had to contact the Queen to apprise her of what I've learned regarding the conspiracy to steal the jewels from the Prime Minister, and this was the only means by which I could gain entry."

Auria's head whipped around, her venom now directed at me. "What, pray tell is this? I was merely your ruse to enter the castle??!! You vile little ass!" The honey-haired woman jerked her hips forward while her inner muscles clenched at my member, nearly ripping the beleaguered fellow by his roots. She then leaped to her feet, her gown's short hem maintaining her modesty by falling to her thighs. She whirled, and stung me with a slap to my cheek. She stormed by Lorena, paused as thought she were about to also slap the taller blonde, and then flounced through the door. I remained seated, stunned, with my still-stiff, cunt-wetted rod jutting toward the ceiling through my unbuttoned breeches.

Lorena looked at me disdainfully, and then turned to the cameo-featured brunette. "Rebca, dear, would you please aid this pervert in re-arranging himself as befits one in the presence of ladies?" Rebca nodded obligingly and fell to her knees before me. She grasped my thick, sticky cock in her slim fingers, the tips barely meeting around my thickness. Before attending to her task, she gently jacked me up and down, coyly looking up at me beneath lowered lashes. Lorena interrupted, "No time for playing, now, Rebca; and heaven knows he doesn't deserve it." Rebca sighed regretfully and tucked my manhood back inside my trousers, re-buttoning them with not a little effort over the bulge created.

Lorena plopped herself next to me on the couch, while Rebca curled up on her haunches on the floor. "Now, you little fool, tell me what makes you think that the Queen would have the slightest interest in anything you would have to tell her about the theft of the jewels. Anyway, Rebca seems to have been cleared of suspicious, so I don't see whey we need to get involved at all."

"It's not that simple," I replied. "If the Prime Minister awakes from his injured state, which could happen at any time, he could re-count that he saw a young man who had no business in the castle at the door to your chambers -- with Rebca -- at the time of the attack. This certainly would shed a new light that might return suspicion to her, and me. Besides, the Queen has expressly asked us to look into this matter. We have a very special commission."

Lorena looked at me doubtfully, and then glanced at Rebca, who lowered her eyes and blushed. "What is this special commission? You don't mean...?" I shrugged meaningfully; Rebca's head dropped even further. Lorena's jaw dropped.

I could see the wheels working in the ambitious blonde's head: if she could somehow share in our obviously intimate relationship with the Queen, her own stature in the castle would be enhanced. She set her jaw and looked at me sternly, "Well, I will pass your message, if I can get through to the Queen -- but if she insists she knows you not, I will look the utter ass, and will make you pay!"

Lorena stood and turned to Rebca. "You stay and deflect any visitors to make sure Jaze isn't discovered. And, would you two please not be naked when I get back?" Lorena rolled her eyes, as though lecturing mischievous children, and left the music room.

I assisted Rebca onto the couch, where she huddled against me. I placed my arm around her shoulder. The mute beauty looked up into my eyes expressively. Her gaze told of much she wished she could tell, if only she had the ability to speak. She impulsively leaned forward and kissed me on the cheek, a sign of gratitude for my efforts to clear her from suspicion, I supposed.

We remained there, voicelessly consoling one another with our arms wrapped around each other, until we heard footsteps just minutes later. I huddled in the corner while Rebca peered out the door. She stepped aside as Queen Serjeen strode through the doorway, with Lorena in her wake. The Queen, a tall, dark beauty with features chiseled as if by the greatest of sculptors, eyed me with not a little awe.

"Well, my wild young friend, it seems as though you have an infinitely varied capacity for breaching the castle's security. How did you manage it this time?"

Lorena coughed, "I'm sure Your Majesty has no desire to hear such a boring tale." I blushed for the second time. The Queen looked at me inquiringly.

I bowed and replied, my words tumbling over one another in a panic. "Well, Your Highness, it seems that the mysterious assailant bears the initials TN and has -- if you will accept my word with only the utmost of respect for His Highness intended -- he has been in some contact with the King. And, I fear the for some reason he and his Drofnats legion has taken the castle's laundress, a reputed Gypsy Queen named Lindea, as his hostage."

I then explained in some more detail the note I'd found in the King's tent at the revels in which this "TN" reported something about "legitimate heirs not all dead" and "not enough jewels to be sure" and "all holders must concur, but expect trouble from church and gypsies."

The queen stared vacantly in thought. "Hmmm. This TN must be Thaddeo Novan, a military administrator who I'd always thought bore more loyalty to himself and his fellow Drofnats than he did to the King. As for jewels, it seems they bear importance beyond their mere value as baubles on crowns. I have heard tales in the past of powers that might be possessed if a mass of certain ancient jewels were amassed and controlled, but all thought the stories to be apocryphal, even if all such gems might be found. The myths insist that they were scattered to the far corners of the lands. My husband seems to have been spending a considerable amount of time with Thaddeo, which I cannot understand, as he is such a dreadful, macabre man."

Serjeen began pacing. "This could be very serious. We have no way of knowing who can be trusted. I suppose we can at least check out the southwest corner of the lower basement of the castle, as that seems to be the lair of the Drofnats soldiers who are part of our castle guard. The three of you had best come with me -- Jaze, you look enough like you could be a footman assigned to assist me."

The Queen then strode out the door, not stopping to see if we were following her. We scrambled after her in pursuit.

For the first time, I could stride the halls of the castle without skulking around or diving into doorways at the first sign of a guard. Being with the Queen, watching all we passed bow low with respect, was extraordinarily heady. Still, I could not forget the dangerous, critical mission we were undertaking, one in which even the Queen was in the dark.

At the two long hallways, we came to a heavy door that led to dimly lit steps the the basement. From there, we traversed two further hallways until we came to a dimly lit room, beyond which we could see a further, intersecting hallway. The Queen turned to us and motioned us to silence, bidding us to stay where we were.

She went to the corridor and headed down it to our right. The three of us -- Lorena, Rebca and I -- peeked around the corner. We saw the Queen stop in front of a closed door guarded by a short, hairy guard -- clearly a Drofnats. The man clearly was not of the King's elite, he was ill-shaven and his uniform bunched unceremoniously around his sloppy girth. The guard clumsily bowed in surprise.

Serjeen impatiently bid him rise. "Good eve, Guard. I would enter this room, if you will make way."

The guard's eyes opened wide, and he began visibly sweating and stammering. "I would grant that wish... or any wish... of your majesty, but, you see, the tradition of the Drofnats is that none may enter when our religious rites are performed and... with the highest of respect to Your Highness, but... I can't!" His response rose almost to a wail.

"Guard, you will find your captain and obtain such leave. Do I make myself clear?"

The stumpy man began shifting from foot to foot in panic. "All the captains are inside, uh... praying, your highness, and I cannot interrupt them. Could you come back in an hour; I'm sure they'll be done then?"

The Queen stared at the little man, and stormed away, back towards us. Coming into the small room, she whispered hoarsely, "Well, of all the nerve. I'm sure there's something going on in there; the Drofnats' religion isn't THAT important to them. We've got to get past that dimwit. Lorena, I want you to go down and lure that man away from the door; use whatever wiles you require."

Lorena grimaced uncomfortably. "Wiles, milady? What would I have to offer to him to move him away from..." Her breath caught. "You mean, you want me to suggest to that fat, filthy little guard that I might be willing to...?"

Serjeen's voice was sharp. "I don't want you to suggest anything, you self-important tramp. I want you to march down there, open his tunic, and take his cock into your less-than-pristine mouth until we can get past him."

Lorena sputtered. "But Your Highness! Surely you cannot expect this from an educated lady-in-waiting to your own daughter, the Princess! What about Rebca?"

"She's mute, you idiot. How will she explain her purpose here to him."

"But surely there's someone else?"

Lorena looked hopefully at me. I shrugged, "I fear that I am not his type, milady. Lorena glanced at the Queen, who scalded her with a look conveying the idiocy of her unspoken suggestion.

With a bitter sigh, Lorena turned the corner and walked up to the guard. He looked at her suspiciously, but not without undisguised lust. The Drofnats were not known for the sophistication of their attitudes toward women.

Coquettishly, Lorena looked down at the man, trying to convey submissiveness notwithstanding her heighth advantage. "Oh my, I am lost here. I just love exploring this old castle but I seem to have become lost."

"You sure are lost; 'tis no way that a woman should be here in the realm of the Drofnats soldiers. We should have you in shackles for even being here. In fact, I may have to hold you until my captain comes out from his conference in here." The guard chuckled meaningfully, as though he had just figured out how he might while away the time with the tall, high-titted blonde as his temporary captive.

"Oh, please, sir. I was causing no trouble here. I certainly wouldn't want to embarass my Lady by getting into trouble here. In fact, I would do anything to avoid it." Lorena's long lashes lowered modestly. The guard seemed lost in thought at the significance of her statement.

To cut short his confusion, Lorena reached down and reached under his tunic, obviously rubbing his bulge that lay beneath it. "Perhaps I can find a way to make this problem... ease a little?" The guard nodded hopefully in response.

With a grimace, the tall blonde dropped to her knees in front of the guard. She reached under his tunic with both hands and pulled his brief ketchel -- or undergarment -- down his thighs. Lifting up the tunic's hem, Lorena exposed his thick but short organ, which impudently poked out at her. She clutched it roughly in her right hand and yanked at it. He sighed gutturally and closed his eyes.

With obvious hope that nothing more would be required. Lorena began stroking the shaft's loose flesh up and down with her long, tapered fingers. The guard's fat hips jerked up against her hand. She reached up with her left hand and cupped his hairy balls, then lifted and caressed them to hasten his release.

"Lord, yeah, you wench. That is a gift from the goddesses themselves!" Spittle dripped out of his blubbery lips as he exclaimed his release.

She stroked faster, and the fat guard's breathing grew heavier. Suddenly his eyes sprung open, and the Queen motioned that we should slip down the hall with her as he was fully distracted at the time of his release. Just as quickly, we stopped, as his wide-eyed alertness signaled nothing more than the onset of an idea. The piggy eyes looked down at Lorena.

"Hey, Wench" -- it now seemed to be her official name, in his eyes -- "you can do me better than that!" He bent over and roughly grabbed the shoulders of her gown, ripping them down almost to her waist, bringing her large, high breasts into view. His face grew red in excitement, and he grabbed the jutting orbs, squeezing them painfully. Straightening up, he grabbed a hank of Lorena's blonde tresses in each hand, pulling to either side. She quickly sensed his implicit command, as she parted her lips slightly. The guard backed away with his hips, as though cocking an arrow on a bow, and then rammed forward, driving the stumpy organ into her pink mouth. She grunted in astonishment and alarm, futilely trying to control his entry with the hand by which she held his cudgel.

"Holy sheep days, Wench," he spewed, causing us to be grateful to the Gods that we were not born as sheep in Drofnats, whatever may have been intended to be conveyed by his oath. "It's been so long since I've been with any woman, and Lord you are the sexiest one ever." He continued his lurching onto her mouth, fully removing his thick cock on each outstroke with an audible smack as it left Lorena's lips, and then driving it back in, nearly reaching her throat. "When I blast, you might well drown, ya got me so worked up."

On his next instroke, he held his loins and dirty pubic hair right up against Lorena's nose. She glanced over to where she could see the three of us peeking around the corner, glaring daggers at us in her discomfort. The Queen motioned with a twirl of her hand that she should position herself so as to turn the guard's back to both us and the door. Lorena did so with some difficulty, as the wild pumping of the guard's loins threatened to pitch her to the side. She remained kneeling only because the heavy-set man held her up painfully by the hair clutched in his hands.

After three more strokes, he began to bellow like a wounded animal and increase the length of his strokes. Lorena's bared breasts bobbed and jerked on her chest. She manfully tried to survive the assault on her mouth by the uncouth simpleton, moaning in time to each stroke. She tried to grasp the base of his cock when it next emerged from her mouth, trying to use her hand as a stopper to minimize the depth of his entry, but he summarily swatted her hand away and drove even further into her maw.

The Queen again motioned us to follow her, and we crept down the hall toward the oddly matched couple. As we got closer, we could hear his refraining murmur, "Gotta spew, gotta spew it," and then, just as we slipped behind him, he grunted hoarsely like a farm pig.

I glanced down just in time to see his still pumping cock emit a heavy stream from the tip, blasting straight into Lorena's open mouth. The tip and cock followed it in, and then emerged covered with her saliva and his own spend. He pushed forward again, but so wildly that he missed her mouth and so his next white blast struck off her cheeks. He continued to pump and shoot his sticky cream, some of it into her gaping mouth and throat, and some in cascades on her lips, chin and chiseled cheek bones.

I felt a tug at my sleeve. The Queen was pulling me into the doorway. I threw up the latch there as quietly as I could, glancing back to make sure that the still spewing guard was not paying us attention. Sure enough, his head remained thrown back as his seed cascaded over the arrogant blonde's features.

The three of us slipped inside the door, and were greeted by an astonishing sight. In the torchlit room, we could see an elderly crone, long grey hair askew, kneeling on the floor, chains linking her wrists and ankles. She was surrounded by three other Drofnats guards, each holding a large club.

Above her, chained to the wall, was the lovely gypsy Lindea. Her simple frock was nearly shredded by the slashes of a whip. Though angry red cuts and welts were visible through the rends of her clothes, the indomitable, dark-eyed, dark-haired woman retained a fiery, confident countenance.

In front of her was the object of her fury -- and her whip-bearing torturer. His face turned toward us and smoldered in recognition and anger. I gasped.

Finally, I was face-to-face with the green cloaked assailant.

Continued in Chapter 13

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