Solstice Castle - Chapter 4

Chapter 4

I crept noiselessly down a dank corridor littered with rags and half-broken oak cartons. Turning a corner, I say a torch illuminating the next cluttered hallway, held by a bracket outside an open doorway. Flitting from one pile of rubbish to the next, I made my way to the doorway and risked peeping in.

The room was yet another of the summer castle's storerooms, filled with furniture, wine casks, and crates of spices. The captain of the guard and two assistants stood with their backs to me facing the far wall. As the captain stepped forward, I saw where their attention was focussed. My lithe, lovely young Rebca stood with her wrists shackled by a short chain to the wall, still in her short white robe. The bearded captain strode forward, brandishing a short sword.

"Now, young bitch, tell me of the accomplice to your treachery!" I took advantage of his bellowing to slip inside the room and secret myself behind two crates to the side of the menacing tableau. Rebca saw me enter, but the clever girl made no sign. Her eyes jerked back to the captain and his sharp steel weapon. He placed the flat of the blade against her chest, the tip pointing to her feet. He slowly drew it down between her firm young breast, and, turning it slightly, pulled out with the blade edge, slowly tearing the bodice. Her white breasts became more and more exposed, as she whimpered. The officer halted as the rip reached halfway between navel and breastbone, leaving the dangling fabric fully displaying one perfect nude breast. He rested the tip against the side of the perfect half-globe, indenting the skin.

"Fool!" cried a stern woman's voice from just outside the door. The guard jerked, leaving a tiny nick next to Rebca's nipple. Into the room strode none other than the tall dark Queen of our realm, Queen Serjeena. Though it was close to the middle of the night, she carried herself as though at Court, garbed in a fine gold robe. The only sign of the hour was that her full dark locks, usually pinned and coiffed atop her head, cascaded over her shoulders, the sides pulled to her temples with simple sapphire clips. The captain stepped back startled, his hand falling to his side. Serjeena's dark eyes flashed in anger. "What allegations have you against this girl?" she demanded.

The guard fought to maintain his stern mein. "We found her standing over the fallen Prime Minister outside Lady Lorena's chamber. Jewels fell from her gown, and others had fallen around her. Now she refuses to divulge her accomplices."

"Idiot! Of course she would be at her Lady's room. She resides there! She did not run, did she?" The captain shook his head. The queen continued, "The young thing was probably collecting the fallen jewels for you." Rebca nodded enthusiastically. "That's how we train the maidservants to take care of clutter!"

The soldiers looked somewhat abashed.

The queen continued, "Besides, whom do you suppose she could have conspired with? She has had no family but us since she was a foundling, and she never leaves the royal retinue unescorted."

The captain sputtered, "But she refuses to say anything about"

"That's because she CANNOT say anything, imbecile! If you paid any attention to something other than polishing your own breast plate you'd know that the pitiful thing has not said a word since she came to us." The queen waved to the door. "All of you, out! I will find out what there is to know. Leave me, the queen, to see to her chains, and go find some real information about this treachery!" The three men, with exaggerated purposefulness, strode out.

The raven-haired queen advanced on Rebca. Sympathetic eyes scanned the girl's tear streaked face. "Now, Rebca, you will answer all that I asked, won't you?" The girl nodded. "You poor child," the queen continued, cupping her chin. "This must all be a fright, and I will release you in a second." The queen seemed to notice for the first time the torn bodice and exposed breast of the beauty.

"You must understand, though, that this attack is a desecration of our castle and a threat to His Highness, to all of us. You must hold nothing back from me. We must all help to rid our family of the treachery, and as family we will then give you what comfort we can." The queen's hand slipped down Rebca's throat to the bead of blood at her breast, touching it with her finger. "And we will make amends for this unfortunate wound."

As though transfixed, Queen Serjeena leaned over and lightly kissed the droplet, pressing in with her mouth and chin on the soft mound. A guttural groan escaped Rebca's lips. The older woman glanced up. "Then this does comfort you. I am glad." With that, her mouth again dipped toward the exposed breast, first touching the smeared blood, but then sliding sideways to the girl's stiff nipple. The queen kissed there as well, then gently laved it with her tongue. Rebca groaned again, and the queen's mouth opened, taking much of tender breast into her mouth. She began a soft suckling, and Rebca swayed forward on the chains still attached to her wrists, thrusting the tit into the working mouth of the king's wife. The woman then pulled aside the other shredded panel of the robe, exposing the other perfect orb. Her mouth voraciously went to it as well. Rebca's eyes closed in unabashed passion. I remained behind my crate, stunned at this common, animal action of the queen, my young staff rising at the sexy sight.

The queen by this time was muttering, "So perfect, yes!" She suddenly dropped to her knees, her grasping hands pulling Rebca's robe down and off her young ankles. Serjeena peppered Rebca's stomach with kisses, and traced a path into the girl's dark vee with her royal tongue. She probed at the girl's slit, then pulled her head away in confusion. She again pushed forward, driving her tongue well up between the girl's swollen pussy. Rebca's legs grew limp as her thighs squeezed the queen's face; she now virtually dangled from her chains. The queen again pulled up, startled. "There is the taste of a man!" Rebca blushed.

The queen stood up, her face bare inches from Rebca's. "Now, not that I know the pungency of a man's release, but well, what else could that be? Has one the guards, or a staff member, assaulted you?" Rebca shook her head. "An outsider?" The girl paused, and shyly nodded. "But how, in here?" The queen giggled, "Well, you may be just about the only woman here to have enjoyed a man in some time. The king and the other nobles with their gaggle of young wenches brought on these trips-well it makes it easy for some of us to be forgotten. So tell me, was this stranger pleasurable?" A nod. "Ohhh. Was he big-that way?" A vigorous nod.

Both women now were smiling. "So what is his trade? A nobleman." Rebca shook her head, and paused. She then pulled her hands together overhead, and pantomimed a carnival trapeze artist.

The queen straightened. "An acrobat?" A nod. "But where would we? Wait! You don't mean that broad shouldered stripling at the docks today, who swung on the ropes?" A nod. "This was that slut Lorena's scheme, wasn't it?" Rebca shook her head, no; then shrugged and nodded. "Well, you lucky things. Is it he who I taste in your luscious young hole and in your female down?" Nod. "Ahhh, then I will sample again."

The queen again dropped to her knees, and in a trice was again lapping at Rebca's cunt, clearly savoring the spunk I had left behind. My much used young organ began to swell; it stiffened at once as the queen opened the front of her elegant gown, and let it fall from her shoulders.

Who could of dreamt of her magnificence? Though I was to the side and slightly behind her, I could still see her full but firm breasts proudly standing out on her chest, topped by cherry red nipples. Her waist was trim, giving no sign that she had many years before delivered of two children, now teenagers. Descending from it was a taut, supple ass. Forgotten to my eye and loins was her regal station, I lusted for her as a woman, even were she common.

The queen moaned as she continued ministering to Rebca's soaked pussy lips. She jammed her own groin up against Rebca's lower leg, her hips churning against the young girl's shin. Serjeen took a long, manicured forefinger and slid it up between the girl's saliva-drenched lips, and began toying inside and out, further sending Rebca into ecstacy.

My own passion stirring, I vigorously rubbed my throbbing tool without thought through my thin breeches, bracing myself against a crate of myrrh spice. As Rebca's eyes opened and her head flew to the side, her eyes caught mine, and she recalled my presence.

She gasped. I started, losing my balance. The myrrh crate tumbled and there I stood before my nude queen.

As you might expect, the queen jerked in shock, but quickly regained her composure, sliding her thin robe back up her luscious form, and over her shoulders. Her eyes narrowed as she examined me, lying on my back with my legs sprawled over the myrrh barrel I had just knocked over.

"Ahh, and here's Rebca's young commoner himself." Before I could scramble to my knees, her eyes appraised the throbbing bulge in my breeches, which had yet to abate. Coolly, she commented, "And are you in the habit of spying on your Queen?"

I scrambled forward and knelt before her, with head bowed. Her regal station and bearing caused me to treat her with the reverence she commanded at the throne room at the palace, even though she was, in fact, sitting on a dirty floor in the summer castle storeroom, the sweet wetness of Rebca's sex still smeared across her lips. I reached for her proffered hand and kissed it and the huge ruby ring that decorated her slim fingers. Her hand slipped under my chin; the tips of two fingers raised my face so that my eyes fell upon hers.

I was lost, a child cast in the midst of a lightless, overgrown forest. Her brown eyes drew me in without pity, searching me, my life, my past, and the truths that I might have been able to hide from others. I believe she smiled benignly, but it must have been with her eyes, for they held me captive. "Perhaps you can tell me the tale that the poor mute urchin cannot." Her soft, deep tones swept over me, as physical sensation as an August breeze in a valley. I nodded dumbly. "Yes, but first we should untie your young lover, shouldn't we?" she continued. Again, I could force only a nod from my stunned head; in hindsight, I wonder that drool did not trickle down my chin.

I scrambled to my feet, and offered a hand to the kneeling sovereign. As she leaned forward to accept it, the front of her gown spilled forward, displaying the creamy whiteness of her wonderful breasts. To be sure, I had just moments before seen them in their entirety, but their semi-concealment now only aroused my passion. I must see them-all of her-in their full, brazen beauty again, or had I only dreamed it? I found myself returning to tumescence. As she stood, her porcelain-featured face rising only inches from my cloth covered staff, her smile grew. She stood facing me, only a few inches short of my stature. Her gaze warmed my flushed face, and the tips of her breasts poked against my chest, the erect nipples detectible even through the thin cloths of our respective blouses.

Like a dancer, Serjeen slowly turned away from me. The Guard Captain's key emerged from her pocket and into the right manacle that held the small dark-haired Rebca against the wall. She swore; the little-used shackle was rusted from disuse and would not turn. My arms reached around her from behind and grasped the key; working together-her hands on the cuffs and mine working the key-we managed to release it. Only as we similarly struggled with the other cuff did my consciousness realize that I was pressed up against her amazingly firm ass, and my rod was as stiff as ever.

To my amazement, my Queen was responding, lightly moving her rear against me in vertical circles, pausing when my length was aligned with her buttocks' cleft.

Needing only one hand to aid me by grasping the band on Rebca's wrist, she slid the other behind my back and deftly unknotted the waist string of my breeches, allowing them to fall to the floor. The long fingers wove a light spell around the head of my pride and joy, then stroked its underside, clear back to my soft balls. As my grip on the manacle became more secure, Serjeen took her remaining hand and lifted the hem of her regal robe to her hips, and then pointed my glistening tip down. Standing on her toes, she drew me forward, my thundering log sliding in the passageway between her thighs. My sensitive tip could feel the down of her lusty lips as it passed underneath them.

Fortunately, the remaining shackle just then fell open, for my concentration was understandably waning. Rebca fell to the floor in release, rubbing her wrists. The dark-tressed young girl gazed at us, her simple dress shredded, exposing her small but perfectly shaped burgeoning breasts. Serjeen and I paid her little mind, for our subtle dance continued. Her Highness dropped down to her heels, placing more pressure on my trapped shaft as it moved. Its recurring path was made easier, as I felt the womanly dew seeping from her cleft, lubricating my way.

I bent my knees so as to allow my phallus an angle up into her womanly passage, and the tip prodded at the entrance. Serjeen's hand reached behind her and grasped the base of my burning shaft. She rubbed the head against her swollen lips.

"Perhaps not, my young friend," she moaned huskily, over her shoulder. "Let us enjoy this frolic for what it is." I looked to her, perplexed, but Rebca picked up on the Queen's meaning. She flung up the front of the lavish robe and darted her head underneath. In a moment, I felt her young mouth capture the very end of my cock, and her finger tips hold the underside, pushing the shaft up against my Queen's mound. My hips involuntarily pushed forward, basking in the wet warmth of the young girl's sweet maw.

I pulled back and resumed my sawing between Serjeen's thighs. She groaned in exquisite pleasure, but not just from the pressure of my thick member. For each time I withdrew, Rebca's energetic tongue darted between my cock tip and the Queen's clit, alternating her sucking and licking between our two engorged organs. Rebca's free hand reached all the way past both our pair of thighs and lightly caressed my tightening testicles. Still, her hungry mouth did not slacken, and Serjeen's panting grew louder and more insistent.

Our lusty terpsichorean menage a trois continued, and our pace hastened. Just as I began to feel the stirrings of my own impending explosion, the Queen let out a curt shriek, her loins heaved to and fro, and then, leaning forward against the cellar wall, she pressed Rebca's porcelain-featured face to her pussy. At that moment-and I would swear it was an accident-I jerked forward and my member slipped into her flowering, orgasming regal opening. I surged in all the way, and felt the pulsations of her spasms on the full length of my organ.

As her pulsations subsided, Serjeen reluctantly drew her hips forward. My engorged manhood slipped out of her sheath with an audible plop. She leaned heavily against the wall, and Rebca's face, covered with the Queen's moistness as Serjeen's face earlier had been slathered with her own, emerged from between the older woman's thighs; the hem of Serjeen's robe fell to reclaim her regal modesty.

My Queen dropped to one knee to catch her breath, which still emerged in gasps through her smiling lips. She leaned down and caressed Rebca's face, then soundly bussed the maidservant in gratitude, accompanied by a whispered, "So many thanks to you." Still kneeling, Serjeen spun to face me-or at least my groin. She planted a firm, open-mouthed kiss on my still erect, still hopeful cock, and then drew my breeches up my thighs and over the tip of my elongated rod, and refastened the drawstring. She rose to her feet and cupped my pouting chin.

"Do not be disappointed, young." Her voice trailed off. "Jaze," I advised her, sheepish at the thought that my liege had not even known my name as she was allowing me such intimacies.

"Yes, Jaze," she continued. "I have can redeem any disappointment in many ways out of thankfulness for the pleasure that you have brought me. I have not known such pampering in some time. A King who has an entire land at his beck and call is not necessarily used to seeing to the physical satisfaction of others, no matter how kindly he might otherwise be." She playfully slapped me. "Besides, you are lucky that I do not have you beheaded for extracting such intimacies against my express instructions"-obviously meaning my penetration of her in the midst of her climactic joy-"even if such a monstrous intimacy was just the perfect accompaniment to Rebca's skillful ministrations."

Her face grew more serious. Regardless of her lustful interlude, this woman was still the consort to the most powerful man in our known world, and duty could never long leave her mind. "Tell me now, you big-staffed young stallion," she chided my blushing face, "what do you know of this attack and theft for which Rebca was held."

When I hesitated, she drew her face close to mine. "There is no point in further protecting Rebca's honor; the secret seems inconsequential now." Still, I paused. "You are protecting yet another. Ah yes, that harlot Lorena, no doubt." I nodded, slowly. "With those high, full breasts of hers, she tries to attract many a young buck, even though palace security thwarts almost all of her seductions. The resourcefulness of you both is commendable. Still, I'll see to it that she aids the scullery maids for a week or two to remind her of her responsibilities. Anyway, tell me what you know here."

I explained my presence in Lorena's chambers, with the Queen chuckling at my attempts to sidestep explanations of my activities there. I told her nothing of Lorena and Rebca's strange attitude towards and visits to whatever lay beyond the gauze screen in the chamber. I went on to tell of the sound we heard outside, and the green-cloaked stranger's attack on the Prime Minister and the young guard who rushed in to offer assistance, and added my surmise that the attacker was a palace insider.

The Queen listened to my tale with a grave frown. "Yes, it must be someone who is a part of our retinue, or at least an ally of such a one. But why the interest in the jewels? Any jeweler would know that stones of that magnificence must be from the royal collection, so they could not be sold." The beautiful, raven-haired Queen paused in thought, "Perhaps you see, there are old stories that the archivists tell that some combination of the stones, and perhaps others that have never been found, bring certain powers and enchantments-magic that revolves around the throne of our kingdom. If one found the remaining stones, the royal collection would become infinitely more valuable. Rumors of such finds have reached our ears, but we never dreamed"

I replied, "But would it not be much safer to offer to sell the newly found stones to the royal collection, rather than a daring raid on the most formidably protected castle in the kingdom outside of the main palace itself?"

"You are very shrewd, Jaze. Perhaps one of the finders feared that the King would simply confiscate such gems, or wished the full power of the stones, whatever they might be, for himself. In any case, we can solve nothing further here. And, there is not much I can do in my isolated position. I could perhaps put trusted members of the King's Guard to work on these suppositions, but it is difficult to know who might be the accomplices of this villain.

"Here is what we must do." She began to pace in thought, then turned to us. "Rebca, you must first cover your poor, abused body before you are raped." The girl modestly tucked her bodice under a nearly severed strap. "Because of your muteness, you can go many places in the palace unnoticed by those you are near; it is their stupid prejudices that suggest to them that you cannot hear. Listen for any clues as to strangers or actions that do not belong."

Her brown eyes found mine. "Jaze, with your size and acrobatic skills I would guess that you have talent as a fighter." I told her of my training with a retired King's guard, and modestly indicated that I probably would be deemed his most highly regarded pupil. "Fine, I will arrange for you to be invited to tonight's nobles' feast to celebrate the beginning of our stay here at the Solstice Castle; you can come to supply wrestling fodder as an entertainment feature. As the revelry continues, you might be able to pick up some hints from the men as they get drunk-as they inevitably do after the women are commanded to go."

Serjeen headed for the door, then turned briefly. "If your help in finding the traitor is as able as your 'assistance' here,"-her smile broadened-"you two will be amazed at the rewards I can promise."

Serjeen left. Rebca and I looked at each other, little dreaming that the risks and rewards to us both who far surpass anything that our Queen could have imagined.

Continued in Chapter 5

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