Solstice Castle - Chapter 7

Chapter 7

After slipping away from the scene of drug- and wine-enhanced debauch around the pool, I climbed to the top of the natural ampitheatre and entered the forested area, where sweet smelling eucalyptus and coastal pines dotted the otherwise mossy area. A sturdy fence a head taller than my own height ran along my left, with the stand of trees to my left. After stealthily proceeding some forty paces, I heard voices and stopped behind an eucalyptus, my hands resting on the peeling bark.

Peeking around it, I saw not one but two figures in green cloaks, standing in a quiet huddle, conversing. Their hoods remained over their heads, and I could not make out their faces. They were but seven or eight paces from me, but their voices were low and I could make out only snatches of their conversation, and their deep voices were similar enough that I could not even detect which of the two was speaking at any given moment.

Still, there was no disputing the conspiratorial tone of their meeting. Bits of sentences reached me: "King must not find out a few more of the jewels, with the power to help us trace the remainder of the set old gypsy who disclosed the ancient magic will not tell her tale to anyone else that damn girl who intruded on us thankfully is a mute think someone else may have seen Here is your pay, but will expect more."

At those last words, the arms of the two men came together, as they obviously were passing some coins for a task committed by one of them. I realized that the meeting was breaking up and that, if either man returned back down the path, I would most certainly be seen. I backed away from the tree quietly and headed back toward the pool area, but quickly stopped. At the head of the path stood two fearsome guards. I quickly realized that my tenuous role as guest of Phenshraw, the Prince, did not extend to snooping around in what was obviously the royal family's private arbor, and I likely would be banished from the castle if I was spotted there.

Given little choice, I grabbed the top of the fence and vaulted over, landing atop a scratchy juniper, which clawed at my bare chest. I heard the rustling of a cloak back on the other side of the fence as its owner rushed by. I scrambled forward and pressed my eye up against a gap between two slats in the fence. All I could see was the back of one of the retreating figures as he confidently strode back to the party, his arms swinging wide. My eye caught a red glint on his left hand from reflected light of a torch next to one of the soldiers. The man obviously had a great ruby ring on that hand. One of the soldiers saluted him as he passed by.

Crouched there behind the juniper, I tried to put the new information in order in my mind. Clearly this man with the ruby ring was plotting against the King, and the jewels which he had tried to steal from the Prime Minister lay at the center of the scheme. Some gypsy had told him of their magical powers and now her safety was at risk. If I could get this information to Queen Serjeena, she could certainly identify a man who possessed such authority and access and who bore a large ruby ring. She could order the man arrested, and I'd be a hero. And I realized that then I might well claim the reward of her own flesh that the lovely, dark-haired queen had offered.

I began to look for a place to re-scale the fence to return to the nobles-only party which I had recently left. On this side of the fence, the landscaping consisted of rolling green hillocks dotted with oaks and more eucalyptus, sloping gradually away from me. This area was bordered by the fence, which itself was lined with exotic bushes and purple and blue flowers. Torches were dotted about, every ten yards or so. Some forty yards beyond, I could see a path that returned to the Castle, and I somehow sensed that this was a private garden intended for the royal family alone.

I walked along the fence away from the direction of the party to make sure that I would be out of sight of the guards on the other side when I leapt over. Just as I reached up to begin my vault, I detected voices back behind me. I quickly dropped to a crouch behind a bush and looked over the top of the hillock behind it.

Through the filtered view of the bushes, I could see three female figures sitting about at the bottom of a ring of grassy hillock. I dared to raise my head further. Facing me were Lorena and Rebca, with a red-haired figure facing away from me. I realized that they were sitting with their legs tucked underneath then at the edge of a small pond. Girlish giggles came from their huddled heads. The women were wearing sheer gowns not unlike those that Charel and Licia were wearing back at the pond-or at least had been wearing until I had persuaded the two vixens to remove them.

Lorena's mouth opened in breathy excitement. "Have you ever seen such goings on?" she exclaimed. "I thought I'd go up in flames when I saw all those huge cocks pumping away." Rebca covered her mouth in mock shock in reaction to the statuesques blonde's use of the vulgar term for a man's most treasured member. Lorena continued, "I hope your father never discovers that one can see part of the pool area from that spot on your balcony."

The red-haired woman threw her head back in laughter, exposing her face for the first time. I sat stunned. It was Princess Paleem! She was unveiled, unshrouded and-if you take into account the silhouette 'neath her almost sheer gown as highlighted by the flickering torches behind her-almost unclothed.

Oh gentle reader. How can I convey to you the sight of one so fair? My mind gave little heed to the deadly risk that I should surely be sliced from throat to crotch in an instant should one of the King's guard espy me peeping at the princess while in such a state. I could only sit and gape, knowing that I was watching what surely was a beauty beyond any seen elsewhere in the land.

Her reddish hair flowed softly round her oval face and lit gently upon soft white shoulders. Her hazel eyes flashed with intelligence and impish curiosity. A small, almost button nose and her red bow of a mouth completed the picture that had me transfixed. In my thrall, I barely even noticed the treasures of her slim, but still buxom form.

Her laugh and her voice-how can I describe those. Soft, almost childlike, but bursting with wonder and perceptiveness. She laughed again and trilled, "But Lorena, when I am to be with a man, it will be gloriously romantic. I do not wish to be with some Duke's greasy son whom father forces me to have as a husband, who will take me like he's taken the kitchen serving wenches while out on cavalry maneuvers. I want a man of sensitivity, who will treat my fantasies and desires as a canvas on which to paint a masterpiece."

Lorena leaned forward in a fit of giggles, and even Rebca laughed silently into her hand. "Oh, milady," Lorena said in mock disappointment.

"How could you possibly imagine that a man of such artistry-and patience-walks the soil of our land? Men are rude and rutting monsters who will take what they feel they are entitled to at the first opportunity" Lorena paused and looked at Rebca-"and thank the Lord for that!" The two resumed their giggling, while Paleem blushed.

"Oh Lorena, you randy slut!" Paleem continued in mock disapproval. My organ, already stiffening at the sight of these three visions in their translucent gowns, grew to greater prominence at the sound of a princess and that perfect mouth using such language. "There are other men than those you drag into your bed at swordpoint. I can see him now, young and slim, with small hips and broad shoulders. His hair just a little longer than current fashion dictates." I squirmed-such a description matched my own!

Paleem continued, "He will come to me and gently lay me on a thick feather mattress" With that, the Princess leaned back against a grassy hillock, her arms stretched above her head. For the first time I fully noticed her magnificent breasts beneath the gauzy fabric, jutting straight to the stars in taut, rounded fullness. Her eyes closed as she went on with her tableau in dreamy fashion. "He will come to me softly, and I will beckon him to me" Paleem extended an arm and grasped that of Rebca, curled on the far side of her. Rebca giggled and played along, scooting over to sit alongside her mistress.

"And then he will run his knowing but unhurried hands over my face and neck" Rebca picked up the cue, and did so with rapt attention to Paleema's mezmerizig words. "And along the curves of my body and down to my hips" Again Rebca, with but a momentary hesitation, complied; placing a small hand on Paleem's shoulder, and then rubbing it over the tops and sides of the woman's breast, just bypassing her obviously erect nipple. The dark-haired young maid then traced Paleem's torso in a teasing path to her hipbone, then stroked horizontally across her thighs.

Paleem smiled and moaned, then raised and slightly parted her thighs, allowing the hem of the gown to ride down to mid thigh. "Yes," she went on, "his hands will caress my knee and inner thigh, and I will know that my time has come to be not just a daughter or a princess-but a woman." Paleem raised one thigh and grasped Rebca's arm, firmly yanking the girl atop her own sprawled form. Paleema reached behind Rebca's back and flipped the maid's skirt to her waist, exposing those marvelous slim ass cheeks which I had savored the previous night.

My mind raced. If Rebca wore no undergarment then perhaps Paleem too did not, and their bared loins must therefore be touching! From my vantage point, the hem of Paleem'a white gown still obscured her groin, and I thus could only speculate. Rebca braced herself on extended arms and began churning her loins in imitation of the act of love between man and woman, and neither of the two lovelies seemed to regret the substitution, as their faces were contorted in passion. Their mock sexual act took on a legitimacy of its own, as the two beauties' mounds ground together, and I could sense that this might be the first time that the Princess would react that ultimate explosion of fire at her center.

Lorena sat in stunned arousal. I could see her long-fingered hand slide down her own voluptuous body to descend under the hem of her robe to press against her inflamed pussy.

In my own aroused state, I was about to reach down and offer relief to my own now straining organ when I felt a talented hand press up against it. I whirled around and found myself staring into the face of Serjeen-my Queen and the mother of Paleem, the object of my voyeurism!

Serjeen quietly beckoned me away from the bush. I reluctantly followed, unable to resist casting a final glance back at the erotic scene, where I saw that Paleema's head was rhythmically rocking back and forth in growing excitement, her magnificent scarlet locks sweeping across her features. Rebca continued pressing her own sweet pussy against the of the princess, and her perfectly chiseled features were aglow in her own sexual excitement.

The raven-tressed queen, who now was attired in dark but simple evening dress, led me down along the fence back in the direction of the party, until we were out of both eyesight and vision of the salacious trio of girls. She turned and faced me with a wry smile. "When I asked you to keep an eye out for me, I did not expect that you would find it within your duties to peek at my daughter and her ladies-in-waiting, young Jaze. You must allow a young woman some privacy, particularly when she is discovering her own sexuality among her intimates." Obviously, Serjeen was not at all concernced that her teenage daughter was exploring such sexuality with the aid of another young girl.

I blushed and stammered that I was merely trying to escape from the malefactor that she had sent me to find. I proudly told her of the conversation between the two cloaked men and the identifying ruby ring worn by the apparent ring leader. She did not seem particularly relieved, as she said, "That's all well and good, but unfortunately such a ring is worn by most members of the Drofnast clan from the southlands. Still, it is good to know, as it limits the number of suspects and tells us that perhaps that clan is undertaking a conspiracy to take over the throne by the use of the jewels. The Drofnasts are such a tightly knit clan that it is possible that, with such powers, they could muster the forces to do so."

Serjeena smiled fondly and brushed a stry lock of hair from my eyes. "You have done well, my handsome stripling, and fully deserving of the rewards promised you." My trousers tented at the implied promise. "But," she continued, "now is not the time, as much as I too might wish it. You must return to the party and continue to make"-she searched for a word and then grinned-"connections with those who might help you. I will speak to my husband and we will determine how to proceed further. We are in your debt, young Jaze."

Her cool, dark eyes scanned mine, and she cupped my cheek with her hand. Serjeen leaned forward and pressed her lips against my own, parting them slightly. With a modest but increasing urgency, my Queen's tongue slid forward between our parted lips and danced with my tongue, skillfully gliding to and fro. She clearly wished to impart to me the promise of what ministrations such a tongue could deliver to my fondest appendage, which in response threatended to burst from my trousers. Serjeen finally broke our kiss and slid away. I could only lean against the fence in enervated wonder. With an effort, I revaulted the fence, slipped past a guard attempting to peek over the lip of the ampitheatre to see the lascivious revels continuing below, and returned to the party.

As I returned to the scene, I noticed that the sexual frenzy had not abated, no doubt due in part to the effect of the aphrodisiac herbs which nearly all had ingested. Partners had changed, but the nature of the activity had not. My blonde "attendant" Charel lay prone on the grass in apparent sleep, but her brunette cousin Licia was fully awake and lying on her back perpendicular to Charel, her head pillowed on Charel's firm young ass. Licia's knees were up and widespread, and the noble who I earlier had seen in the pool enjoying the oral attentions of the buxom blonde I had spoken to a few minutes ago now was driving his long staff into Licia's tight young quim.

At that moment, the rousing frenzied music slowed and then ended, with the dark-curled dancer who was swaying in front of the band slumping to her knees. Few of the revelers took notice of the change, so caught up were they in their lustful activities. I took my eyes from the stage and circled around toward the back of the grassy ampitheatre, hoping to find another willing beauty who might wish to share in the stiffness that my observation of Paleem and Rebca had brought on. In doing so, I failed to notice the tall slim blind-folded woman with a long linen sack move to the stage.

Continued in Chapter 8