0 comments/ 7197 views/ 5 favorites Regina Ch. 01: The Running of the Archons By: yowser First part of three... Looking out across the amphitheatre Regina surveyed the champion Archons from the eight provinces with a small but sharp shudder of pleasure. They were a fine looking lot; fit, trim, anxious and with the kind of nervous, expectant energy that promised a rousing several days of entertainment. The townsfolk had loudly voiced their approval from their crowded balconies, upper story windows and the sides of the road as the group of eight had trotted briskly from the bridge through the high street of the city to the amphitheatre. From her perch in the grandstand Regina could gauge their progress as the shouts of encouragement had grown louder and closer. The runners' cocks, erect and vibrant looking, bobbed rhythmically as they jogged in, the up and down tempo of their members matching each runner's gait. Their balls were drawn up, their hindquarters taut, strong and smooth, their thighs bunching with the effort of a late morning's run in from the Market Street bridge. Only the briefest of a top tunic covered their shoulders from the high noon sun, their waists and lower bodies uncovered, even their feet were bare, while the regulation leather brithnel was hitched about their midsection, off to the side but ready when needed. The tall broad-leafed trees ringing the amphitheatre would not provide any shade until much later in the day. The eight stood in a line, bowing in turn to acknowledge Regina. The annual Running of the Archons was underway. For six consecutive years, Regina had enjoyed this event, the yearly tribute in her honor as the heiress to the land, which had commenced with her rise to maturity at the milestone of her twentieth summer. Her mother, God rest her, had died when Regina was not yet ten, and her father, now grey-bearded, stooped, and increasingly anxious about the future, wanted his only daughter married and settled. A granddaughter could come none too soon, for then the succession would be assured. Some part of Regina wanted this as well, yet the annual Running of the Archons had become an event that she anticipated with eagerness every year, beginning a month of wild abandon that she often wished would continue forever. By tradition, it was held during the month of the midsummer solstice, known by all to be the most fertile time. As soon as Regina's courses had completed the month previous, the call went out to the provinces, and the regional contests began. As she stood in the raised platform with her attendants and other nobility, Alryd, Regina's favorite maidservant, nudged her gently with an elbow, and directed her attention to the Archons to the far right of the lineup. The last one was not tall but had strong shoulders, and his cock, which kept twitching as it pointed skyward, was most appealing. Dark brown curly hair framed his face, clean shaven like all the athletes. He had a sparse growth of hair on his chest, although a thicker trickle of fur rose from his groin thicket up just past his navel. His waist was flat and trim, his legs slender but tightly muscled. He had level dark eyebrows and dark eyes, with a penetrating, composed gaze. The lad next to him was taller, even stronger looking, and possessed a great battering ram of a prick, its heavy head, nearly the size of a walnut, nodding as it stood out proud and level in front of him, pointing towards the grandstand, and Regina. His balls were darkly furred and surely full with seed. He stood with feet outspread more than was usual, a defiant air on his face. His thick lips, heavy brow and overall carriage suggested some prowess as a wrestler. The thought of either of these Archons' members inside her was enough for Regina to squeeze her groin in expectant pleasure. The rest of the lot had a variety of shapes and sizes reflecting the range of the land, and Regina marveled at their similarities and differences, the skin colours that ran from fair to dark, hair that was straight or wavy, flaxen coloured to nearly black, but each, every single one of the eight, had a strong, erect, insistent cock. But of course this was all the case by plan. Each of the eight provinces furnished their best Archon, a male who had seen between eighteen and twenty five summers, and who possessed qualities of strength, endurance, and vibrancy. While the selection process was rigorous, the potential prize to the winner was great - the hand of Regina and a splendid life at court. If his status was confirmed, the winning Archon could never rule as king but would lack for nothing, and would share Regina's bed. Most importantly, he would be father to the heiress to the land. It was no wonder that there was never a lack of contenders. Regina turned to Alryd. "Would you find out about the last two? Their names and provinces? Both have more than usual appeal." ****** Lorca's senses were on full alert as he and the others entered the stadium at a brisk pace. The day was warm, much hotter here in the lowlands of the city than the forested shade of his homeland, and he was sweating freely. Every pore on edge, his thoughts were clear and focused, but his body was loose and ready. These next few days meant everything that he had been training for. It was impossible not to spot the central grandstand as the Archons entered the arena, the shaded platform where the heiress would be waiting, her family and attendants clustered around her. He had not formed a clear picture of her appearance, hearing only that she was handsome, an observation passed on from the friend of an Archon of an earlier year. She was said to be fair of skin, with soft eyes, but he knew little more. Yet there she was, the royal Regina, at the center of a group in the front of the grandstand. He felt rather than saw the other Archons' gaze directed that way as well, as they circled the stadium and came, standing in a row, to face the regal group. Out of the corner of his eye he could see the strong looking cock of his neighbor, whose large prickhead bobbed as it pointed forward. Regina was smaller than he expected, barely of his own height, and wore a loose light lavender coloured dress, simply cut but of sumptuous cloth. Its flowing fabric gave him some idea of her form, a slight subtle curve to her hips, an appealing swelling of cloth at her chest. Her long, wavy hair was an amber colour, like that of the honey from the mountain bees, yet streaked lighter in places from the sun. Lorca thought it settled nicely on her bare shoulders. A half smile played over her face, and she turned to a companion at her side to speak, gesturing at the Archons below and in front of her. Lorca knew the rest of this first day would be primarily an exhibition, an easy task compared to his earlier exertions the past month. There would be footraces, at which he excelled, and some of the strength duels the Archons had engaged in over the past few weeks, but all was merely a show for the spectators, and winning today did not matter, although none wanted to give an impression of torpor. But tomorrow, events would become increasingly charged. Lorca felt his cock squeeze in expectation. The competition had been grueling and continual for several weeks beforehand, the Archons often preparing for years before attaining their majority. The first part of the month had consisted of various events designed to gauge an Archon's speed in running, leaping for distance and height, and strength, by lifting boulders and dragging logs. It was more important to have balance among the different qualities than dominance in any one or two events, and Lorca had balance before all else. He knew his small stature disguised his deceptive strength, and it was rare indeed when another athlete bested him in any event that called for fleetness of foot. Towards the end of the month, the wrestling week garnered the best qualifiers as judged by the provincial elders, which then set up the ultimate contest for the finalists. Naturally the final few days had by far been the most challenging, incorporating as it did the most critical of all the events. Fernwood's most accomplished elder, Rosarum, had taught Lorca well, for success in the final competition called for intense mental preparation, more so than for the physical tests of previous weeks. Rosarum was patient and cunning in his instruction, his students traditionally more likely the ones to qualify beyond Fernwood, and Lorca's abilities had far exceeded those of his final regional opponent. Lorca fervently hoped his fortune would not desert him here in the amphitheatre of the capital. ****** Alryd had returned with intelligence on the two Archons in question. Lorca the slight one, hailed from Fernwood, his dark coarse hair and olive coloured skin characteristic of that southern, mountainous, even lawless province. Ashran the giant, was from the northern Wensworth region, known for its strong farmers and skilled woodcutters. "Such a fine noble cock on the Wensworth man," marveled Alryd, gesturing at the big fellow as he lined up for a sprint, his member sticking out proud and firm in front of him. Indeed it was larger even than that of last year's winning Archon, of whom Regina had grown most fond, although his seed had not proved to possess sufficient strength. Regina remembered well how fine it felt to have a powerful thick cock pushing up her, moving like a serpent, filling her enchantingly with warm vibrant seed, a sensation she had missed sorely these past eleven months. Yet the slender Archon was handsome, and somehow intriguing, his cock beautifully shaped, its upward thrusting head like those forest mushrooms after a rain, his cockskin sheathing all but the very tip of his member. Regina enjoyed the initial contests, the short sprinting races, and marveled at how strong the haunches were among the Archons as they bunched and hurtled the runners down the length of the stadium. The erect cocks wagging from side to side in the rush of a sprint were especially appealing, as Lorca came in first repeatedly, raising his hands high in victory while his cock pointed skyward as his pace eased at the finish. The afternoon finished with Archons exhibiting their wrestling skills. There was no advantage to a dominant competition, no official winners or losers, but the Archons vied to show their strength and agility to the crowd and, of course, to Regina in particular. Lorca had been matched with the brute from the north, and they made an unusual pair, Lorca nearly a head shorter than the big man, whose massive shoulders were powerful, his thighs like tree trunks. Putting an opponent's shoulder-blades to the ground for a single full count, not just an instant, was the ultimate goal and the means of the clearest win. Victory could also be had by three times forcing one's opponent out of the wrestling circle marked on the amphitheatre grass. The Archons wrestled naked, with the one requirement that they begin their match with a visibly stiff cock. One of Regina's well-trained maidens, from a caste of servants known as Birsers, would ensure a strong hard cock for each of the wrestlers, handling an Archon's member gently if soft until it had achieved an acceptable state of stiffness, and then slipping the brithnel with its leather slip knot over the shaft to keep it firm throughout the match. The crowd especially enjoyed the spectacle of a pin, the loser's prick waving about stiffly in the air while his shoulders, squirming to get free, were held to the ground. The outcome of the pair before Lorca had ended just this way, the strong dark-haired lad from the east having overcome his fair-haired opponent, whose thick short cock had ignominiously wagged about in the final throes of his pin. Lorca and Ashran faced each other and gripped each other's forearms in the ceremonial ritual before competition. At the start Lorca would need to reach up a fair ways to reach Ashran's wide shoulders. With the signal they began by gripping each others' shoulders, trying to move the other, Lorca taking the opportunity to size up the strength and speed of the great man in front of him. Ashran was ponderous but powerful, and straight away pushed Lorca backwards, grasping Lorca firmly with his own large hands and thrusting forward with his heavy shoulders, using his strong legs and hips to force Lorca back, whose feet skidded on the grass, unable to maintain position. Several times Lorca needed to shift direction quickly at the ring's edge to keep from being forced out, using surprisingly adept footwork to alter his backward path. Once Lorca ducked down, pulling the great man's hands down with him, and almost overturned his opponent by seizing a knee and nearly toppling the big man, but the Wensworth man slipped his grip and resumed his attack. Ashran was more cautious now however, approaching Lorca more deliberately. For several minutes they gripped each other's limbs, feeling each other out, their cocks pointing straight at each other, sweat oozing from their taut bodies. Lorca's speed was an asset, and he had once managed to get behind Ashran and toss him to the ground. For a spell Lorca kept the large body pinned down underneath him, his cock pressing into the big man's rump furrow, as he sought a chance to overturn his opponent. But the great fellow quickly reversed their positions and soon, with a heavy forearm on the back of Lorca's head, pushed the smaller man's chin brutally into the ground. A few of the spectators hissed at what seemed to be an excessive use of force, although others nodded approvingly at the sheer power of the northerner, whose prick had remained thick and rigid throughout the competition, bobbing stiffly as the wrestlers moved. Lorca, with an unexpected burst of quickness, wriggled free from the Wensworth man's grip to stand again facing him, and the two circled each other warily, sweat streaming from their brows and limbs. As neither wrestler was able to sustain a clear advantage by the end of the allotted time, the match was signaled a tie by the official. Lorca displayed an ugly scrape on his chin, two fingers in width, from his rough treatment. Regina pulled at Alryd's sleeve, and spoke breathlessly. "Look at his spirit! His eyes are still determined, his gaze clear. He will do well here the next few days, methinks." Her loins squeezed in anticipation. She could hardly wait for the next days' contests to unfold. With the end of the wrestling, the day's events were over, and the crowd dispersed, Regina and her entourage returning to the Great House. ****** Later that evening, Regina's childhood friend Ladvia, in a long crimson dress, joined her for dinner at her table in the Great Hall. Inseparable as young girls, Ladvia had married the provincial nobleman Rutilla and moved far from the city, and the two old friends now rarely saw each other, between their respective duties of running their households and handling affairs in their regions. After their repast, wine goblets still in hand, the two shared their thoughts on the Archons of the day. "The Northerner, surely he must be from the Northlands, was impressive," went Ladvia. "So strong, a noble cock to be sure. How sweet it would be to have that thick powerful rod pushing around inside!" She wiggled her hips in pleasure. Regina demurred. "I liked the slender one better." "You'd prefer the small handsome one?" Ladvia asked, eyebrows arching and shaking her wild mane of dark hair. "Versus the impressive size of the big brute? Surely strong seed from his marvelous loins." Regina laughed. "No, it was Lorca's eyes that drew me," she said. "Dark. Penetrating." "Penetrating you will surely get soon," laughed Ladvia. "Although the eyes matter far less there." She paused. "But you know his name already? Lorca is it? Where is he from?" "Fernwood," replied Regina. "I know little about it." "Neither I, but it is likely uncultured. Do you know the name of the other?" "He is Ashran, from Wensworth." "Ah, yes, he is from the Northlands then. Both are far distant, both from the city and from my own province. It will be an interesting few days, I cannot begin to speculate the outcome." Latvia's eyes were restless, shining. Her focused gaze at Regina made clear she was enjoying her visit. "Care for some after-dinner entertainment?" Regina ventured. "Of course. What about the two fine dancers you mentioned earlier?" "Yes," murmured Regina. "A find idea." "Alryd, would you fetch Rondel and Bertold?" They watched Alryd's swaying hips disappear down the hall, the ends of her long green linen dress moving from side to side as she went. She was of medium size, with long light hair and a demeanor of dedication, purpose and control. "Sometimes I envy her," sighed Regina. "She is free, has none of my cares, and has the choice of the Archons who come up short. And there is plenty pleasure to be had there." After the month's competitions, most of the failed Archons elected to stay in the capital as servants, dancers, or attendants at the periodic athletic events of the Grand Month. They were treated well, their presence welcome everywhere. In fact Alryd had the choice of whomever she wished, any time during the year, and no one ever refused. "She is not really free," replied Ladvia. "She must honor the rules of the land and her burden is not small. She needs to watch you the rest of the year, each night, to make sure you only couple during your Midsummer's month, as only then can the father of the heiress be verified. Her own chances for pleasure are far more limited than yours." "It is true she sleeps in my chambers every night during the year, or just outside it if I have no companion, but I would not say that her chances are less. She makes up for it with long sultry afternoons, or early morning trysts. Not a bad compensation, it seems to me." "I would think being always the one to watch you take your pleasure, however you achieve it, would be delight enough," Ladvia said, eyes sparkling. "Whether you are penetrated or not, there is much enjoyment to be had in watching others, particularly ones you know well. I myself have seen you in the throes of lust, and it is not an unpleasant sight." Ladvia's smile was indulgent, knowing. Regina lowered her eyes. "Most of the time I do not mind not coupling, and pleasures can come in many ways. Although it is such a relief, and so enchanting to have my midsummer's month every year when all is open and finally I am left completely alone with my lover, his cock free to pierce my loins whenever I wish." She changed topic abruptly. "But you haven't seen me in ages! Barely once since before my eighteenth summer when we were barely no longer girls! How goes it with your Rutilla? Are you happy in the provinces, so far from home, and here?" Ladvia's dark brows narrowed. "All is fair enough. He is a fine man, although much older than I, as you well know. He treats me kindly and I have no wants but one, and even that he indulges." "What could that be?" Regina asked. "We couple but once or twice a month, he is so busy with his daily efforts and is often tired. His cock and ardor are not that of a young man. It is not enough for me, as you might well expect." "Of course," Regina's smile was knowing. "You were always a woman of strong desires. What does this mean then?" "The bonds are unofficially loosened. I take one, sometimes two lovers at a time. He doesn't mind, just doesn't want to know the details. So my appetites are satisfied in some fashion anyway." "I understand," Regina said, "but still perhaps not ideal." "It is fine. But having a holiday in the capital is wondrous good for me. I can stay here carefree for several weeks and having old friends around me again is a balm." She reached out to stroke Regina's shoulder. Regina Ch. 01: The Running of the Archons Alryd returned with two dancers, dressed as the Archons had been in the morning, light blue tunics scarcely covering their shoulders, their cocks out and erect, already stiffened by a pair of Birsers for their performance. Both bowed before the two friends. Regina introduced the pair, the taller dark-haired Rondel, and Berthold, with his short thick legs and broad face. "Something traditional, perhaps from the peninsula?" suggested Regina. The musicians who had assembled were equipped with strings and flute, and they began a slow dance, with a drummer marking the beat. The two dancers conducted a lengthy, drawn out duet, first circling each other in time to the accompaniment, gradually growing closer, their cocks moving rhythmically to the music, their balls drawn up in their taut, well-furred ballsacks. They slapped hands together, turned and touched their rumps, cheek to cheek, wagged their pricks wantonly, eyes demurely directed to the two friends the whole time. Berthold's legs rippled appealingly with his movements, the lean haunches of Rondel tightened nicely as he danced, long sinewy arms of arcing gracefully to the music, his long dark hair waving about. Their hands in the air, they twirled slowly, lasciviously, their cocks waving and bobbing in a way that clearly aroused Ladvia. The dancers faced each other, turned away, stooped and curved about in a lovely rhythm. The tempo increased, their actions grew more acrobatic, sweat now forming on their foreheads as their limbs spun, thighs bunching with the effort, until finally they slowed to a halt, facing each other, gently each cockhead touching the other. Backing off, they bowed to each other, and then to Regina and Ladvia, their faces flushed but respectful. "Well danced!" laughed Ladvia, clapping her hands. "A follow-up?" Regina suggested, arching her eyebrows. "Why not? Oh, you mean that sort of follow-up!" Ladvia's eyes gleamed. "Will you let me choose?" "Of course," murmured Regina, "my honored guest's right," guessing she would pick the taller Rondel. Ladvia did just so, inviting the tall, dark haired one over, his prick bobbing as he approached. Ladvia reached down and hefted his balls. "So soft yet firm," she murmured, rolling them about with her fingers. "Full of seed, urgent, luscious. I should like to have some of it inside me tonight." Pushing the cockskin back to reveal the pointy purple head, she lowered her face and gave a soft lick to the rampant cock, suckling softly and wetly at the cock's tip. Regina examined Rondel's face, which betrayed none of the pleasure she knew Ladvia was causing. "Rondel is a fine one," stated Regina. "Good stamina, you will enjoy him." "Would you like him for the night?" Regina asked again, sure of an assent. "Is that acceptable to you, Regina, heiress to the land?" Ladvia's voice was level, no mockery present although Regina listened carefully for it. "Of course," smiled Regina. "You are my oldest and surest friend." "Shall you take the other?" Ladvia asked, gesturing to Bertold. "Perhaps." Regina's brow knitted in thought. "For several years I have grappled with this decision. Do I amuse myself for the evening the night before the beginning of the challenge, and thus have my desire multiplied with this night's engagement? Or is it best to deny myself this night, keeping my desire keen and on edge until the winning Archon is chosen? "I have done both over the years, enjoyed both paths, but of course have not had the success of a child yet, so neither way is clearly better. You well know," Regina sought Ladvia's eyes, "that like all the rest of the year, my night is witnessed. I may amuse myself but no seed must enter me. It changes things mightily, especially with my first night coming in just a few days. The decision is never an easy one." "Yes, of course," Ladvia replied, turning to the other dancer, still standing at a discrete distance, his cock raised and pointing to the room's rafters. "I daresay this fine fellow would still increase your desire however, and an evening spent with him would not be wasted." Ladvia nodded to herself, and her eyes brightened. "Would it be too forward of me to suggest a possible variation?" Her eyebrows arched. "What might that be?" Regina knew her friend well, but would not force a guess as to her suggestion. "Might I share your chambers, at least for the first portion of the night? We might have a bit of fun together with these two charming dancers." She turned to regard the two, standing silently to the side, their cocks still quite hard despite their earlier exertions. Regina pursed her lips but immediately assented. It was after all the month of abandon, or nearly so. She turned to the dancers. "Be at my bedchambers before nightfall. Will that be enough time? Have your brithnels along," she continued. They bowed and retreated, to bathe and prepare themselves. The group reassembled in Regina's large airy bedchambers later, in the early evening, the windows thrown open and looking out over the back gardens. A welcome breeze caused the fabric covered walls to ruffle. Two lit tapers on a side table added to the low light of the approaching night, casting a soft glow around the chambers. Besides the four, Alryd, always sharp-eyed and attentive, was there to monitor the evening and insure that Regina's pleasure would not involve coupling. Regina and Ladvia embraced their male companions, their hands reaching down to caress their cocks, each of which responded fondly to the touch. Within a short time the members of the two dancers were fully erect. "Rondel prefers the brithnel only over his shaft," confided Regina to Ladvia. "But you Bertold? It matters not for you?" The light haired one smiled and said "Whatever you wish, your Highness," stepping forward and offering his engorged cock up, thick and veined, and quite stiff. Regina smiled, and slipped the leather slipknot of the brithnel over Bertold's cock and balls, snugging them together firmly, so they were bunched up in a mass, his balls overhanging, the ballsack's skin smooth and shining in the taper light of the room. "I like the lot together," said Regina, more addressing the groin in front of her then the owner, and gave Bertold's balls a gentle squeeze, tied up as they were. Ladvia laughingly circled Rondel's brithnel over his member alone, leaving his balls free to swing below. She couldn't resist stooping to examine them. "Ah!" she exclaimed, "see how they hang so well! Luscious jewels indeed," and she kissed them each in turn. "May your seed soon find a good home," she murmured, in the time honored words of the fertile month. She stood and each pair kissed, their hands drifting down to fondle each others' sex. Regina offered her hand to Ladvia, and led her to the edge of the large, square bed. They stood before each other, and Regina was first to loosen the back-ties of Ladvia's long elegant dress, which slid to the floor to be gathered up by Alryd. Alryd in turn disrobed Regina and the two friends, facing each other, holding hands, examined each other. "You look fair, Regina," murmured Ladvia, eyes roaming over her friend's body, and reached over to curve her hands around Regina's breasts. "Your chest has grown full and round, yet your hips are still so slender," letting her hands drift down and around Regina's smooth hips and haunches. In contrast, Ladvia was shorter, with wide strong hips, sloping shoulders and smooth rounded breasts that drifted off to each side, large dark circles surrounding each now erect nipple, each breast far more than could be held in even a large hand. Her thick dark mane of hair just reached her shoulders. "Your own chest is lovely, Ladvia," responded Regina, "your beauty full." They embraced, each running their fingers along each other's haunches, and they kissed. "Ready?" queried Regina. "Indeed," responded Ladvia. Side by side they lay down on the bed together, looking at each other the whole time, holding hands, and spreading their thighs. The two dancers, who had been standing discretely aside as the old friends conversed, moved forward, kneeling in between the legs of their invited hostesses, and began to nuzzle the curling fresh fur of the two friends. Regina especially enjoyed the way Bertold used his tongue, never in any hurry, as he kissed around her mound and softly, wetly teased her lips until she felt the first involuntary squirm of pleasure from her hips, and her dampness increase. She spread her legs further apart and he took the opportunity to slide his tongue up her channel, nose buried in her groin fur. She closed her eyes and felt the tongue probing, the varying pressure on her mound, the pleasure increasing. Shortly she looked over to see Rondel nuzzling Ladvia's mound and poking his tongue about her loin lips. Ladvia had closed her eyes, and was breathing slowly. Rondel was slow and careful, but soon had his tongue snaking up Ladvia's channel, and her hips began to move. Regina closed her own eyes and felt her man's own wet, insistent attentions. Her legs stiffened in enjoyment. Shortly she felt the grip of Ladvia's hand tighten on hers, and she looked over to see her friend on the verge of pleasure. Rondel's mouth was buried in her mound, his erect cock poking out from his groin as he knelt between her thighs. Ladvia made a move to have Rondel leave off for the moment, and gestured him over to her side. He knelt next to her face, and she slipped her mouth over his member, gently sliding his cockskin back to gain access to his sharply pointed head, engorged and of a reddish-purple colour. Regina's throat tightened at the sight. She knew Rondel's cock well, and how nice it felt when in her own mouth. Many a time she had felt his warm seed erupt there, thick and strong as it pulsed out. With a slight pang of regret, she realised that his cock would soon be ploughing up into Ladvia's loins, a pleasure she herself had never experienced from him. But for the moment at least, Ladvia was delighted enough to be suckling Rondel's cock, as she stroked his balls outside the confines of the brithnel and ran her hands up and down his haunches, all smooth and pleasing enough looking in the taper light. After a few minutes, she turned Rondel around, and lying on her back herself, repositioned him on all fours over her, so he could lick her mound again and at the same time she could have his member dangling down over her face. She looked over to Regina with a sly smile, who had been watching the whole scene, her hand gently playing over Bertold's member beside her, as he now sat next to her. Regina's own loins were heated well enough, but she felt torn over the desire to continue with her own pleasure or hold off until later in the week when her lover would be decided. Ladvia's face betrayed some of her puzzlement, but Regina caressed her friend's shoulder, indicating without words her own wish that Ladvia continue. Ladvia smiled a sultry look, and commenced licking Rondel's dangling prick again. She rubbed his balls, and ran her hand from his bum furrow to his balls, pressing and coaxing his own pleasure along. Before long Ladvia's face had grown red, and her breathing more shallow and rapid. She left off Rondel's prick, again looking over to Regina, who responded by tightly holding her friend's hand. Their gaze met. Ladvia's eyes were wanton in the taper light, excited. Rondel's face was buried in her loin thicket, his hands gripping her haunches, his hard cock wagging with his efforts. Soon Ladvia's hips began to squirm uncontrollably, her pelvis rotating into Rondel's mouth, her feet and legs tensing. Regina felt Ladvia grip her hand hard suddenly as Ladvia let out a low moan and her hips shuddered with several series of rolling movements, and her face squeezed in enjoyment. "Ahhh, ahhh!" she exhaled, as Rondel continued to press his face and tongue into her mound, his head hair spread across her crotch and hips, until finally her pelvis relaxed, her legs going limp as Rondel softly continued to nuzzle her. Regina stroked her friend's arm while Ladvia kept her eyes closed, her face flushed and lovely looking in the low light of the room. She finally urged Rondel off, rubbing his cock and giving him a long languorous look. "Mount me!" she urged him in a low insistent voice, spreading her legs apart. "May your seed find a good home!" she spoke not to anyone in particular, but rather the room as a whole. Regina noted the intense damp glance from Alryd, who was not displeased at what she had witnessed. Another few nights and it will be my turn, thought Regina. Rondel slid his cock slowly into Ladvia, and Regina knew he would find the right rhythm to please her once again. He was so dependable, it was sometimes frustrating for Regina, knowing that he often kept his own pleasure back until impossible to contain, but his restraint was always appreciated. But tonight Ladvia was quick to have her second pleasure, and Regina noted how eagerly she gripped Rondel's lean haunches and urged him into her. Soon her dark haired friend's face was red again, her breathing fast and furious, her breasts squashed out to the side with Rondel pressing atop her, but moving in tempo with his thrusts, and this time she did not murmur quietly but let out a long low groan of pleasure. Rondel drove into her, his haunches dimpling with the effort, until he too could hold off no longer. Regina watched as the rest of his body tensed, and his haunches squeezed together, over and over again, filling her friend with his seed. Their arms around each other, they were one unit, writhing ever more slowly as the climax slowed to an end. Oh that that fine cock only had been up her own loins, pulsing, twitching, sending its seed up her! Finally Rondel uncoupled, and Regina reached over to loosen his brithnel, his cock wagging, now damp and diminished. "Well done," Regina whispered in thanks to Rondel, "my oldest and best friend is happy." The dancer just smiled. Ladvia looked up at Regina, eyes probing. "I am not done yet," she said hoarsely, urgently. "That was divine, but I want more." Regina did not hesitate, and gave a quick look to Bertold, who nodded. Then she herself knelt over Ladvia and gave her a soft, damp kiss, her tongue sliding gently into Ladvia's welcoming mouth, her breasts dangling down and she felt her nipples grazing the chest of Ladvia herself. Bertold rose and knelt before Ladvia's open thighs, his prick pointing straight ahead, his balls and member tied tightly together. He entered her, slowly but deliberately, and soon was energetically grinding his hips into Ladvia, who responded with a third climax, this time her legs thrown over Bertold's strong back, her hands around his hips and pressing them furiously into her. "Divine," she murmured, "divine." Regina could tell Ladvia was pleased that Bertold was still hard, not finished yet himself, though she had him hold still within her while her legs relaxed. "He will stay that way as long as you need," Regina said, and Ladvia's eyes shone. "You train your servants well," Ladvia smiled in admiration. Regina's eyes flashed. "Of course, oftentimes the pleasure is all mine, it is not work. But yes, they are marvelous." "Could you do me yet another favor?" she asked, her eyes searching. "Could you make Rondel hard again? "Of course," Regina laughed and gestured Rondel over. He knelt at her side, his prick soft and dangling, and Regina began the long, pleasant dance with her tongue over Rondel's prickhead and shaft, while Ladvia looked on with delight. Bertold was still inside her, although unmoving, as he too watched Regina's attention to Rondel. Regina enjoyed the intermingled flavours of Rondel and Ladvia on the smooth wet skin of his cock, and soon, after stroking his balls at the same time, his prick again was stiff, not as strongly as earlier, but ready enough. Ladvia urged him over to her, stroking his member and taking it into her mouth, her hips now squeezing Bertold into action again, who began a slow steady grind into her. Regina lay back on her pillows and watched, entranced, as Ladvia took her fourth pleasure, this time a longer and softer climax, with two strong cocks at the same time for her enjoyment. Bertold had been fierce and powerful at the end, Ladvia's hips being driven hard with his efforts, while she had disengaged her mouth from Rondel's prick, still holding his member in one hand, as her legs straightened and her hips shook with a final vigor. Bertold had clearly filled her, his thrusts furious at the end, before subsiding after Ladvia's last pleasure. "Ahhh," she went, and a long exhalation signaled her completion. She lay still, Bertold's limp body over her, while with one hand she continued to play over Rondel's shaft. "Will you be taking him?" Ladvia finally asked Regina, looking at Bertold, who had slowly uncoupled, his thick cock wet and wagging. Regina shook her head softly from side to side, she had decided to hold off, even knowing that Berthold could soon again be hard, if needed. Sensing Ladvia's disappointment, Regina said, "but you needn't not avail yourself of his presence." Ladvia smiled, her eyes shining in the taper light. "Yes, I shall finish later and perhaps Rondel right now," and she beckoned the tall dancer over and positioned him on his knees astride her chest, his prick standing out proud and wet, its head engorged and skin pulled back. She flicked her tongue over his damp cockhead, rubbing his balls at the same time. She took her time, licking up and down his shaft, stopping to nuzzle, then suckle Rondel's balls from below. After many languorous moments, she had Rondel move over to the top of the bed, where he could lay back at an angle against the bed cushions. She knelt next to him, touching the end of her tongue against the tip of his cockhead, teasing her tongue down into the small exit hole of his cock, then easing it in a circular motion about the glistening head. She kissed along each side of the cock, then along its underside from balls to head, until Rondel was squirming his hips in pleasure. As she leaned over to minister to him, her soft hanging breasts grazing along Rondel's legs, Regina noted a thin luminous trickle of seed leaking down the inside of one of her thighs, as it caught the taper light. Regina swallowed hard. Rondel's seed, she knew, would soon be pulled from him a second time. She knew the taste well; it was thick and strong, and she knew also that it would not leak from Ladvia's lips. With the exception of events such as the Cock Challenge, when seed was deliberately spilled into the air for all to see, it was considered an offense to let seed escape from whatever home for which it was destined. Ladvia continued her attentions to Rondel's cock with renewed energy. She cupped his balls with one hand, and now was sliding her lips along the length of his cock, pausing on each upstroke to tongue his cockhead, her cheeks indenting to suckle strongly, her thick hair shaking with the effort. Rondel's hips were tensing continuously now, as he tried to hold off his pleasure. Finally with a groan he pumped his hips up against Ladvia, her mouth fully covering his cock now, thrusting a good half dozen times. Regina saw Ladvia's throat contract as she swallowed, and she continued to suckle his cock, sliding up and down, holding his balls in a firm grip. Rondel's head drifted back, as Ladvia continued to softly absorb any leftover seed with her mouth, her tongue snaking out to lick his shaft. Finally she raised off, his glistening cock flopping limply to rest on his left thigh, her eyes, shining wet, directing a gaze to Regina. Regina Ch. 01: The Running of the Archons "A good home, a good home," she said. Slowly everyone gathered their clothes and made their departures, Ladvia leaving hand in hand with Bertold. "He will be good again this night, or tomorrow if you prefer," advised Regina. "Tomorrow, tomorrow morning indeed!" replied Ladvia. "I need to sleep now. But you may hear us from down the hall in the early daylight!" Ladvia gave Regina a long lingering kiss goodnight, her breath strong and musky, and they parted. Alryd took her leave when Rondel departed and it was clear that no one would be staying in Regina's bed, and that the heiress would be sleeping alone. Regina's mind was whirling - excited, restless, impatient - but also with a most pleasant sense of anticipation for the days upcoming, which would determine the outcome of her special midsummer's month. Her groin was heated, moist, expectant. The Morrow: Cock Challenge