Solstice Castle - Chapter 2

Chapter 2

The tall blonde could not resist a grin as she strode toward me, her high, round breasts swaying slightly. "You have pleased us all, Jaze. Perhaps on your next visit I will deign to let you dip your magnificent sword" - at that her eyes dropped to my spit-soaked, re-awakening cock - "into my own pot of treasures." She continued huskily, "Yes, I would like that." My rod lurched at the prospect of a return to this magnificent summer palace and the soft flesh of these two young beauties.

Sensing dismissal, my eyes cast around for my tunic and trousers, but she stopped me by sliding her hand up my chest to the back of my neck. "Oh, no; you're not done yet. Not a young, virile man like you." She leaned toward me, and I grasped a perfect, bare ass cheek and pulled her to me. Her heavy tits pressed against my muscled check, and her mouth leapt to mine. Her full lips opened wide, allowing her tongue to dive into my mouth and I parried with my own. My thick staff immediately rose to almost full rigor, sliding between her alabaster thighs, to press up against the wet, puffy lips of that very cavern of joy that she promised I might soon visit. She lightly rose on her toes and descended, so that the thick shaft might rub against her swollen clit, the tip of my phallus peeking out between the taut moons of her ass.

My free hand reached up and tweaked Lorena's nipple and she moaned passionately into my hungry mouth. Suddenly, I felt an unexpained wetness engulf the end of my phallus. My lips slipped from Lorena's and I looked over her shoulder and down her long, slim back. Slender, youthful Rebca had returned from behind the curtain and was again on her knees, softly mouthing my pink helmeted tip she had devoured only moments before. Sliding her tender lips away, she tongued down my shaft and began laving Lorena's exposed cheeks in langorous circles. Rebca looked up at me with with a wanton smile, tinged with a pure innocent joy.

With her eyes still linked with mine, the raven-haired maidservant brought her thumbs to the insides of Lorena's buttocks, and pulled them apart. Her faced dipped forward, forcing the young girl's lips up against the older blonde's brown rear entrance. Lorena stiffened as if struck by lightning; "Yes, you little wench. Suuuck my assss!!"

Rebca noisily continued the pleasuring of her lady's ass, while fondling and stroking my fully erect cock. Just as it seemed that Lorena might try to force the rod into her own sopping hole, she pushed away from me, momentarily forcing Rebca's tongue even further into her ass. The blonde reached down and pulled Rebca to her feet by the nymph's long, dark tresses. The two women kissed briefly, but hungrily, Lorena tasting the traces of her own nether passage on Rebca's tongue. Lorena then clutched Rebca's hand and pulled her to the huge bed and its gloriously colored silk sheets and blankets.

Her golden hair streaming around her, Lorena flung herself back onto the bed, her shoulders and head resting against the ornately carved headboard. Splaying her knees wide, she pulled Rebca onto her heaving form, and moaned aloud as the girl clamped her lips onto the blonde's erect right nipple and started sucking vigorously. Lorena placed both hands on the girl's dark hair, and pushed her down toward the end of the bed. Rebca's red lips trailed down her stomach as her slim form rose back onto her knees, her lean ass jutting into the air. The sight of their wanton, lesbian lust and Rebca's youthful buttocks almost caused me to spend again.

Lorena moaned as Rebca's tongue began swirling around her engorged clit, and her fingers clenched at the the silk comforter. Lorena looked over at me through slitted eyes, almost laughing at my frustration, evidenced by my prominent, hard manhood. Lorena looked down at the younger girl burrowing at her loins and whispered, "Rebca, darling, do you want Jaze's huge cock in you? Bigger than any you've ever tried? Maybe he'll split you in two; can you think of a better way to go than with your pussy filled to the breaking point?"

Rebca responded by involuntarily diving her head and ravenous lips even further into Lorena's cunt, forcing her ass even higher-flaring her rosebud-like pussy lips toward me. Lorena nodded at me.

I kneeled on the bed behind the maidservant's raised ass and placed the engorged head of my manhood against her wet, dark-fringed young labia. The tip slipped inside, and I heard Rebca's audible gasp, muffled by Lorena's firm thighs. I retreated slightly and pressed forward once more. Despite the girl's swampy wetness, I could only enter a third of the way into her joyous velvet vice. After two more tentative stabs, I drew back and pushed forward-to the hilt. Rebca's moan increased to a high-pitched keening, and in her passion she must have sucked too hard on Lorena's primed pussy, for the blonde's eyes shot open. Lorena's hips then rose from the luxurious sheets, jerking and circling. She cried though gritted teeth, "God, yes! The little slut has never sucked like this. Keep fucking her. Fuck her harder!"

In my own passion, I did not stop to contemplate the inappropriateness of such language from a princess' lady-in-waiting, but rather did as she commanded, stroking my meaty pole into the sparsely-trimmed pussy from behind, my hips smacking again and again into her buttocks. Moments later, Lorena wailed out her completion, her hips churning and her ass still free of the sheets. As Lorena's passion flooded her mouth, Rebca joined her, the spasms of her orgasm squeezing my nearly bursting rod. As I shouted that I too was about to cum, Lorena shouted, "Yes-let me see it again!"

Lorena scissored her legs around Rebca's head and dove toward the foot of the bed, resting her cheek in the small of Rebca's back. She pushed at my hips, disengaging me from the girl, and grasped my surging cock with long strong fingers. Three strokes sent me over the edge, and my passion spilled in a long stream into the cleft of Rebca's tight ass. A second eruption shot onto Rebca's heaving back, and splashed against Lorena's pursed lips. She flinched, then smiled, her tongue capturing the seed I had deposited on her mouth. Her stroking continued as my explosion began to wane, my cum pooling on Rebca's back.

Lorena frowned as though repelled by the gooey mess clinging to her lips, but I could see her tongue quickly unfurl and retrieve the stray streams clinging to her pink cheeks. She then dropped to her back next to Rebca's still form, her lightly-furred, reddened pussy lips still wet and swollen from the younger maid's oral ministrations. Slowly, Lorena rose to her feet and padded off toward the screened off anteroom, explaining with a giggle, "I've got to return some thing to its rightful place, if I it's able to even move."

As she left, I turned to Rebca for some sort of explanation, but her face was covered with her long ebony hair, and her prone form was still. I sat up to leave, but her sleepy arm reached back and cupped my hip, pressing it up against her slim buttocks, which she wiggled back against my slimy, slumbering cock.

"No, my little vixen, Jaze has nothing more for you now. Well, at least not for a few minutes." She raised one leg slightly and, reaching down between her luscious thighs, contented herself with pulling my sleepy organ up to the entrance to her pussy and lightly rubbing the tip against her clit. My hand cupped her tender young breast, kneading it gently.

I had almost drifted off to sleep when I heard a shouted "No!" just outside the heavy chamber door that I had entered earlier. It was a man's voice, middle-aged; fear mixed with surprise. Rebca and I leapt up and ran down the short hallway to the door. She pushed my chest to motion me to stay out of sight, and then pulled back the iron bar and slid the door back a few inches. Over the girl's shoulder I could see a grey-bearded man in a dark tunic: old Lermin, the King's prime minister. Lermin was struggling with a figure in a green, hooded cloak, his antagonist's face hidden in its deep folds. Each was clutching an end of an ornately carved wooden chest about four handbreadths square, trying to wrest it from the other.

Suddenly, the cloaked-figure relinquished his grip, reached into the wide folds of his sleeve, and pulled out a short, stout oak club. Lermin's skinny forearm came up too late; the club whistled in a short arc and struck him in the temple. The minister dropped to the floor, the box clattering to the tile beside him. The lid sprang open, and several large gemstones and strings of jewels slipped onto the floor. I pushed the door further open, not knowing what instinct of foolhardiness compelled me to think that I in my nakedness could challenge a club-laden foe.

The figure bent over to pick up the box. The sounds of heavy feet pounding up the staircase spurred alacrity. Grasping the chest and re-engaging its hasp, the minister's attacker glided to the stairway entrance almost like a green apparition. A young, grey-tunic clad guard rushed up, staff at the ready. His glance took in the sprawled royal official on the ground, then his eyes widened further as he saw Rebca and I peering out of the chamber door, our upper torsos fully exposed. I tried to call out a warning, but the club struck again, and the guard too slumped to the castle floor from a blow to his head. The assailant turned toward us for the first time, but I could not make out the features beneath the deep green hood. Without a word, the figure thrust the chest and the club in the folds of his robe and dashed away.

I started to rush out, but Rebca pulled me back. I recognized the folly of starting a chase where I had no business being. She returned to the chamber and quickly donned her own robe, and slid out to the hallway to kneel beside the fallen Lermin. Instinctively ever the tidy maidservant, she pulled the stray gems from the floor and stuffed them in her robe.

At that moment, three guards, led by a huge, steel-armored captain rushed up. Taking in the scene at a glance, the captain grabbed Rebca by her upper arms and pulled her face to his own, his dark scraggly beard almost touching her chin. "Wench! What happened here? What happened to the prime minister and the private?" The young brunette remained frozen in fear, biting her lower lip. He shook her like a straw doll, and the gemstones fell from her robe and clattered loudly on the tile.

The captain's face grew red with anger. "What have we found? A scheme of a common wench to steal royal jewels from the minister? Where are your accomplices, you slut?!" Still, Rebca could say nothing. Suddenly it occurred to me that the beautiful maidservant had not said a word at any time during the day, and perhaps was incapable of doing so. The guard captain obviously had no such knowledge, and he threw her to the floor at the feet of the remaining two guards.

"Take this bitch down to the cells, where we can question her with a bit more persuasion," he ordered. "Beckon the royal physician to minister to these two men. I must report to the King and Queen of this treachery."

I remained stunned, still peering through the slightly ajar door that I had been hiding behind. My new lover was accused of conspiring to steal royal jewels! Moreover, if I was caught, I surely would be prosecuted as one of her accomplices-and, I had no way of leaving the now fully alerted castle

Continued in Chapter 3