Solstice Castle - Chapter 9

Chapter 9

I was torn. I had a raging desire to go visit the sultry, high-breasted and long-legged blonde beauty Jenfeer, who was giving me come-hither looks from where she was seated by the pool. Still, I could not take my eyes of the sleek, ash-blonde woman who was putting her lips to her flute.

Looking around me, I could see that more than a few of the revelers were keeping a least one eye on the stage, so great was Jeara's fame and legend. Several couples were lying on their sides facing the stage on the soft grassy slopes around the pool, with the male behind the maid who was serving him, driving his hard sword into her tender depths.

A soft, birdlike trill started slowly, and then became louder, as though tentatively filling the natural ampitheatre to its capacity. As her most apt pupil, I could immediately sense from Jeara's hard-edged tune her conflicting emotions -- annoyance at being commanded to leave her refuge and appear for the royals, humiliation at being led to a place of wild sexuality but being deprived of any participation or even view of the goings-on, and loneliness at having no one with whom to share the very emotions of hope and revelry that the Solstice Festival was to bring about.

I almost winced as I heard her descend into a tune very similar to that which I'd first heard on that afternoon on which we'd become lovers. Her melody sang of a couple, tall and gorgeous and very much in love, who have life and passion torn from them as the man dies in battle. Her tones, low and mournful, told of the woman's griefstricken travails, with all desire to touch or even to see others slipping away from her.

As Jeara continued, I could see that the frantic couplings had all ceased. Most of the rutting royal's organs had flagged, dropping limply from the juicy pussies of the young beauties who served them. Crown Prince Phrenshraw now sat at the edge of the pool below the stage, his elbows on his knees and his rapt head solemnly cupped in his hands, while a sandy haired young vixen, wearing nary a stitch, knelt behind him with her arms resting on his shoulders, her attention also focussed on the stage. Many a young girl was weeping silently as the melancholy tune brought a funeral, hopeless tone to her heart. The duke who had first started the festivities stood to the side of the stage, wringing his hands in consterntation at the death knell that Jeara's playing had dealt to the festivities.

But Jeara seemed oblivious, and continued her dirge-like tones, her head floating softly atop her shoulders, as though transported in a trance to another place. I could see that she might continue on in this vein for another hour unless intercepted -- and that no one would have the audacity to cut off the efforts of the most distinguished musician in all our land.

Again, impetuosity overcame me, and I found myself heading up to the stage. From Jeara's linen bag, I slid out one of her larger flutes, with a lower range. Seating myself near the side of the stage -- my legs crossed in front of me, I pulled the instrument to my lips and began a baritone countermelody to her own. Her head jerked toward me in confusion and not a little anger; who would dare to play on the same stage as she? I responded with a few signature measures that she was sure to recognize, and an unmistakeable -- but confused smile -- grew on her lips. All the while, she did not miss a beat as my playing meshed with hers.

I toyed with Jeara's song by playing a parody of it; making my own tune so sad and tinged with grief that she could not help but let a chuckle slip into her song. She now clearly recognized the pall that she had brought to the fest, and an apologetic peep was returned to me. I slowly shifted the song back to the first notes she'd played, taking the role of the soldier she'd sent off to war but never was to see again. As I now, more confidently, played the scene with my flute, the soldier himself now returned to her, an absurd trill announcing that the report of his death was an error of the bureaucracy. Jeara played along with my revisionism, and now re-cast herself as the overwhelmingly relieved and ecstatic lover, throwing herself into the arms of her returning beloved. In our notes, birds soared and danced in a duel in the skies.

The atmosphere in the ampitheatre visibly lightened, even if not all those assembled detected the details of the scene that was being playing by our flutes. I glanced down by the pool, and could see fires re-stoked by the lighter tone. The heavily- breasted blonde whose favors I had declined in order to chase after the green cloaked assailant now was astride a fleshy baron, her cunt filled with his hard cock and her hips jerking as she pounded down onto his loins in time to the music. Her paramour, for the moment at least, reached up while she rode him and cupped her tits and stroked her hardened nipples. The blonde glanced at me and blew me a kiss with what can best be described as a look of gratitude. Surrounding her were dozens of other couplings similarly synchronized to the music.

The young looking young angel who I'd earlier espied with the older man who she claimed as her "uncle" now was wrapped around a standing, slender boy who looked barely old enough to shave. She affixed herself to him by latching her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. He held her ass as she vigorously bounced on his slender organ. Somehow, he managed to retain his balance throughout.

Several of the serving maids were up on their knees swaying to the steady tune. Jenfeer rose to her feet and pulled up two of the wenches, and they resumed their passage through the crowd with flagons of wine and waterpipes full of the aphrodisiac tobacco that had so entranced the crowd earlier.

I saw several of the musicians who had been succeeded by Jeara now sitting alongside the stage, their feet involuntarily tapping time. I nodded toward them, and then toward their instruments. Each grinned at the opportunity to accompany the exalted Madame Jeara, and leaped onto the stage. The drummer, a shaggy haired young man, laid down a heavy pulsating beat, and the lute players added a lilting background to our solos. A half dozen nude or nearly nude courtesans who were not otherwise occupied slipped up near the stage, swaying their slim hips and clapping with the music, their firm young breasts bobbing along with them.

Charel and Licia, the two cousins who had first greeted me with their delightful bodies earlier in the evening, now hovered near the back of the stage, enthralled with Jeara's playing. I smiled at them and gestured with another nod toward Jeara. Licia and Charel hesitantly came forward, and the blonde Charel knelt down beside Jeara. The older woman sensed their presence but continued playing. I detoured to a quote from an old children's tune about animal friends beside a pond, and Jeara picked up the reference and visibly relaxed. Charel reached up and softly rubbed Jeara's shoulders and neck, and Jeara' flute trilled in delight.

Slim hands then covered my eyes, and I fought to keep my concentration on my playing. As I passed the solo over to Jeara, incredibly soft lips found my own, prying them open. A blast of sweet, spiced smoke entered my mouth and lungs, and I heard the brushing sound of a metallic chain and felt a high, firm, round breast press against my back. Of course: Jenfeer. I opened my eyes and saw her dancing blue eyes and chiseled, pale cheekbones, framed by her blonde hair that was pulled back and tied into a long braid that serpentined down her back. I slid my mouth from hers and nibbled on her ear and neck as she knelt before me; I remained sitting. I did not fight as she guided my mouth down to her left breast, taking as much of the delicious orb as I could into my mouth, while my trapped tongue danced over the taut nipple.

As my solo returned, I pulled my lips away from Jenfeer's breast and sat up, reluctantly taking the flute up to play. Ever the good sport, the platinum-haired goddess reached down and expertly untied the drawstring to my breeches. My improvisational skills lost a little focus as I felt Jenfeer's hands slide the waistband down to my hips, and I rolled onto one asscheek and then another to assist the girl in pulling the breeches over my butt, down my thighs, and off my legs altogether. The rush of the herbs and the awe inspiring vision of Jenfeer had caused my staff to reawaken fully, and Jenfeer lightly wrapped her fingers around it.

I looked back over toward Jeara, and I saw that she too was somewhat occupied. Charel still knelt behind the seated flautist and was rubbing her hand over Jeara's firm, silk-covered breasts. Dark-haired Licia was lying alongside the sitting woman and was rubbing underneath the hem of Jeara's robe; I could see the movement of her hand outlined by the fabric at Jeara's thighs. Licia's arm moved forward, and the lovely woman let loose with a surprised run up the scale. Licia's hand obviously was pleasuring my lover's mons.

I felt a warm wetness at my own cock tip, and looked down to see that Jenfeer now was laying on her stomach, with her long legs stretched to the side and lovely blonde head in my lap. She had taken just the cap of my manhood between her soft pink lips and into her mouth, and was caressing it with inch-long movements of her pursed lips. I tried to thrust myself further into the magical wetness of her maw, but found it almost impossible to do while sitting cross-legged with my hands unavailable to give me leverage. As though sensing my helplessness, Jenfeer slowly took my cock further inside her mouth, and sweet lips still gently hugged the shaft with a steady stroking, her sylph-like neck bowing and rising.

I raised my head and trumpeted a few blast of my own ecstacy. In doing so, my eyes caught a glimpse of white up through an opening in the canopy of trees, and I realized that several white-garbed women were watching us. Focussing on the spot, I detected Lorena and Rebca watching Jeara and me from a corner of a castle balcony, as I had heard them describe earlier inside the castle garden. A further movement caught my eye, and I saw a shock of red hair between the two lovelies.

Princess Paleem! The King's only daughter was peeking at the lascivious festivities as well. Her lovely hazel eyes gleamed as she watched while huddled behind her servants. I pretended not to see her, but broke off the chord changes I was exploring and cut into a subtle but detectable version of the royal family's official hymn. My gaze returned to her, and it took but a moment for her to detect the theme and see me staring at her; her hand rushed to her mouth as she came to the understanding that I had seen and that the passage was a tribute to her. She started to duck away, but Lorena and Rebca each grabbed an arm and pulled her forward to the thigh-high wall at the edge of the balcony.

My eyes remaining on the crimson-tressed princess, I permitted the royal theme to fade from the air, and then segued to an improvised story emulating that about which I had heard Paleem fantasize in the garden. A sensitive but strong young man entered the parlor of a woman -- yes, the princess, identified by just a snippet of the royal theme. Jeara, ever the master, picked up on my tale and after a quick musical query -- "a princess?" -- and my confirming, certain note -- portrayed the princess herself. Our notes slid together, as if my hands were sliding along the princess' neck and down her shoulders. A throbbing rounded note from Jeara's flute, and my pulsing strokes replied; Paleem brought her young hands to the breast of her elegant white robe, her firm hands pressing against her breasts.

Lorena, who was obviously delighted that the princess whom she served was becoming carried away, lightly rubbed her mistresses' ass. In conjunction, I lowered the pitch of my stroking notes, as though they were my own hands now which caressed her hips. The princess dropped her hands to the lip of the low wall in front of her and pulled her loins forward, pressing the swell of her mons against the firm stone wall, trying to simultaneously suppress and satisfy the lust obviously coursing through her.

Jeara and I permitted the teasing to continue for awhile longer, and then descended to a throaty, lustful melody. A major chord, an almost dissonant minor chord -- the princess could feel her thighs being parted. A growing, throbbing, compelling bass tone: I poised my manliness at the portals. A sliding, liquid glissando followed, with Jeara's responding sharp, shrill retort -- almost as the breaking of a pot. I had entered! The princess' mouth opened in delight and her hips pressed harder against the wall.

Throughout the ampitheatre, the randy couplings increased in vigor, as baron and serving maid alike each strove for the climax to which our music guided them. Wet slapping sounds of loins against loins permeated the air. Jenfeer too was caught up in the approaching crescendo, as she took my throbbing shaft further and further into her mouth and up against the opening to her throat. One of her hands was busy guiding my cock into her mouth; the other was tucked underneath her prone body and was pleasuring her own loins, which were churning against the ground. Licia had pulled the hem of Jeara's robe up to her waist, and the vigorous rubbing of the young girl's hand on the lust-inflamed labia of my playing partner was completely visible.

Our tempo now increased in pitch, as Jeara almost desperately implored me to hasten the end. Amidst the grunts and moans of the many fucking couples sprawled across the lawns, I heard no tell-tale signs that any had yet reached their completion, as though all were commanded to await our signal. While I felt that that voracious, wet-lipped sucking of my hard prick by the beautiful blonde Jenfeer could bring me off at any time, there was one woman whose pleasure was utmost in my mind.

I stared up again at the balcony, and could see Paleem's eyes now were desperately clinging to my face, as though only I could lead her to the goal that her shivering loins needed to attain more than any prize she could imagine. A light obligato, and then another -- I teased my fantasy lover. Jeara responded with a plea -- no, a royal plea punctuated by the royal theme. I paused a beat, then two...

Then I let loose with heavy bass tones, pushing as much into the instrument as my body would allow. Paleem's hips jerked from an almost invisible invasion. Rebca slyly reached down and cupped the princess' pussy mound through her thin robe, and I could imagine her fingers probing and stroking in time to my sharp, blasts. Paleem kept the girl's fingers pinned between her cunt and the balcony wall. In my lap, Jenfeer's mouth increased the urgency of its sucking, as though she could by commanding my own orgasm force me to release her own. She now spoke, gaspingly, for the first time since she'd joined me on stage: "Now, my love, spend in me; I must taste your seed in my mouth!"

Another plea from Jeara, and I almost laughed as I saw her flushed face underneath her blindfold. A low-C blast, then D, and F#. The drummer abandoned his left hand and pounded at the bass drum along with my ascending, urgent tones.

I glanced at the balcony; Paleem's hips pounded against the wall and the relief offered by Rebca's selfless hand. My princess paused, and then her body tensed and straightened, with small but hurried jerks of her loins against Rebca's fingers. Her red hair swirled around her face; her mouth opened and she visibly panted in short gasps. Rebca suddenly grinned, looked down at me, and nodded. Our princess was exploding with pleasure.

I clambered up the scale and signaled Jeara. She blew to all the call of her own release in sharp, ecstatic cries. We ascended together, and were joined by one, and another, and then almost all of the barons and dukes and maids and serving wenches and courtesans. The air was filled with cries and pleas and gasping sighs. Jenfeer's muffled cry on my cock and scissoring thighs told me that she too was achieving her release.

I yearned to watch each salacious couple as I could tell from the corner of my eyes that male seed was splashing into and onto the spasming pussies and asses of almost every maiden. However, my eyes were firmly affixed upon Paleem, tasting every moment of her jerking orgasm, her face contorting in ecstacy at each sweet spasm. As the contractions subsided, her eyes flew open and immediately locked onto mine, in lust and gratitude. Now that we were one, I let her share in my release. My jaw dropped dumbly in a stupid grin, and I released the gates of my explosion, surprising Jenfeer with a sudden spurt of seed into her slavering mouth. The blonde maid moaned in delight, capturing each blast as it shot along the length of her tongue. Paleem's tongue dropped onto her own lower lip and her hand involuntarily came to her chin, as though attempting to savor the acrid sweetness of my spending cum.

With one final blast of cacaphonous, atonal release, I dropped the flute and grasped Jenfeer's head near the base of her blonde braid. I guided the beauty's head further onto my spurting cock, and she took the additional shots deep in her hungry mouth. My emissions subsided, but Jenfeer continued to try to suction additional seed from my overworked member. Then, she worked her tongue over the beads clinging to the slit at the end and around the sides of the cap, lapping at each morsel of my manly residue.

For two beats, the crowd remained silent, except for gasping attempts to catch their breath. Then, all eyes focussed on the stage, and a spontaneous ovation erupted. Cheers, whistles, and shouted "Huzzahs" cascaded across the hillside. On the balcony, Lorena and Rebca waved their arms and pumped their fists; Paleem could only manage a weak grin as she leaned against the low wall, her slender hips still swaying.

I tried to bow my head modestly, but I could not suppress my pleased grin. Jeara slyly pushed her blindfold up to expose one eye; while wincing from the sudden light, she managed an unambiguous wink as though from one victorious teammate to another. The drunk Duke who had just ten minutes before been wringing his hands in concern at the funereal cast of the festival now jigged happily by himself, apparently oblivious to the wet spot on the front of his trousers where he had spent himself in his excitement.

I knew that as of tonight my life had taken a sudden, new turn. At the very least, I figured could enjoy a comfortable living as a musician sponsored by some royal patron, and certainly would be remembered fondly by most of the royalty present. Beyond that, any of the young maids who had been the beneficiaries of the lusty screwing which my duet with Jeara had spawned might find a decidely appropriate way to express their gratitude. Without a doubt, I had in a few short minutes placed myself in the most enviable position imaginable.

I turned my head back in the direction of Jeara to embrace her within my good fortune, and a familiar color caught my eye. Behind her, in the shadows, stood a man in a green cloak, a ruby ring glistening at the hand that rested at his side. Only one eye and the side of his face were visible, and only dimly at that. He was staring at me in recognition and anger. From his glare and the clenched set of his jaw, I knew that this stranger -- the mysterious assailant of the prime minister -- had figured out that I was the one who had come upon him in the midst of his attack.

At that moment, I would not have bet a rusty brass halfcoin on the value of my life.

Continued in Chapter 10