0 comments/ 5311 views/ 0 favorites Regina Ch. 03: The Month of Love By: yowser Third and concluding chapter of Regina: the Running of the Archons It had been a whirlwind day for both Lorca and Regina. At least they had had their first meal together in the Great Hall, fruit and bread, as they talked that first morning, each asking a thousand questions of the other. All Regina's senses had been alive, and while she was not shy, of course their connection now had become of a wholly different order, and every conversation took on a new meaning. So much she wanted to know! What was his home like? His parents? Any brothers? Sisters? What were his enjoyments as a boy? She couldn't imagine what he was like at the age of ten summers. And of course it was different now, he was wearing clothes, finely crafted ones at that, no longer "just" an Archon, barefoot with an erect cock, vying in feats of speed, strength and endurance. He would be her mate for the month, perhaps with luck, longer. His dark hair curled around his face, his nose was sharp but not over-long. His loose linen shirt concealed the strength she knew he possessed in his shoulders. His gaze was level, at ease. A shiver ran through her, he was so handsome! At one point they laughed over a story Lorca had related about one of his brothers, he was the youngest of three, and Regina realised with a start that this was the first time she had seen him smile. He had a dimple on his right cheek, it looked so charming. Lorca spoke clearly if quietly, his composure far greater than any of the Archons she had known in previous years, who in the beginning tended to veer to extremes, either over-boastful or tongue-tied in her presence. It was not until the evening meal that she saw him alone again, however, as his day was taken up with introductions to the rest of the family, her father especially, and the running of the kingdom. Lorca could not rule in the same way that Regina would be expected to, but his duties would not be trivial, and it was important that he learn them as soon as possible, in case he would become the favored one, and stay on. If only this time she could conceive a daughter! They looked at each other intently over their food at their evening dinner. He looked so striking, so different, in his white linen top garment, with russet brown breeches and the long dark leather boots from riding with her father all afternoon. His slender frame held his clothes well, his dark skin contrasting with his white shirt. She had worn a light green kirtle, simple but of good cloth, and she was pleased to see his eyes drift over her body, the thin fabric clinging to her skin and her slender hips, and his gaze made her nipples tingle. Her long amber hair was tied back and up, and she felt the little wayward strands of hair on the back of her neck prickle with excitement. The night could come none too soon for her. After dinner they walked hand in hand amidst the gardens in back of the sprawling dwellings of her family, along paths which had touched her feet since before she could remember. The forest rimmed the open meadows, and while talking they had drifted back towards the lazy stream that marked the outskirts of the grounds of the Great House, with nothing but forest beyond. "Did you play hunter growing up?" she wondered. "Of course. I suspect everyone did, one time or another." His smile was easy, indulgent. His curling hair looked so appealing in the gloaming. "Were you better as the hunter or the hunted?" Lorca laughed, a gleam in his eyes. "Both and neither. I always enjoyed a good chase, and never minded eluding the best of the hunters." She pulled on his sleeve. "Count to a hundred and you will never find me!" she challenged, her eyes dancing. "A hundred! In Fernwood we never went over fifty. These grounds are like your favorite friends, whereas I know them not at all. Those are hardly fair odds!" "Yet you say you enjoyed a good chase. Surely you caught all you were after!" "True enough, but you are trying for two advantages, knowing already the land, all the best hiding places, and yet asking a huge number for a head start!" "Very well, fifty it is. You drive a hard bargain, Lorca of Fernwood! Face this tree," she directed him to a large beech at the side of the garden. "And count loudly!" At "one" she was off, leaving her sandals behind so as to streak barefoot and silent across the meadow and down a path that led to the stream. She hitched up her kirtle to run more swiftly. Her breasts swayed from side to side as she ran, her nipples rubbing against the linen fabric of her kirtle, making them stiff and alert. By the time he had gotten to "twenty" she could no longer hear him and she wound her way down to a bend in the stream, where she hid behind a large tree with thick undergrowth all around it. She could keep an eye on the pathway she had used, and had no fear from behind her as the ground was swampy near the stream and impossible to traverse quietly. She had employed this same spot many times before, always the hunter giving up with a loud shout of failure in the distance, allowing her to return with a smile of victory, her secret spot secure. The sun had set, the evening darkness was growing. The crickets were already noisy, the frogs just beginning their evening songs along the stream banks. For the longest time there were only forest sounds as the shadows deepened and it had become difficult to see in the tree-shrouded gloom. Down the pathway was a slight noise, then another rustle shortly after. She tensed and hunkered down, her ears keen for more, but for many minutes nothing disturbed the background sounds of river and insects. Easing slightly, she peered around the tree, wondering how long Lorca would keep up the hunt, and how far afield he would get in trying to find her. A sudden sharp splash in the stream to one side made her whirl around. As she did so, two hands grasped her from behind, one under her crotch, the other around her waist, and she was hoisted suddenly up in the air. She let out a scream, more of surprise than fear, for clearly the Archon of Fernwood had found her. "Caught!" Lorca shouted, smiling broadly. Regina's heart was racing, but she could not help but laugh when looking down at Lorca, pleased with himself for so dramatically capturing his prey. Still holding her, he lowered her back in his arms, and bent his head over to hers and kissed her. Her hips shuddered, her nipples grew keenly hard, and she felt his tongue probing in her mouth. They settled back against the tree, kissing and holding each other close. As the night overtook them completely, Regina urged them back to home. "Let us go. How did you come up behind me?" she said as she led him, hand in hand down the pathway. "You could not have come this way or I would have seen you!" "I came from there," Lorca gestured at the wet ground. "I had gotten close enough to your hiding tree to guess you were there, but it took some time to loop around. I needed a good sized stone to toss in the water to distract you, so that delayed me as well." Regina laughed. "Well caught indeed!" They had reached the farthest of the meadows around the grounds, and were walking back, passing though the various gardens closer to the dwellings of home. In one garden, one of her favorites, they lingered, hand in hand, to smell the lilacs, lavenders and other well tended and abundant plantings. The moon, now risen but not quite full, gleamed through the trees. "I am not sure I can wait until we get back!" Lorca said, breathlessly. She looked up at him blankly. He placed her hand at his crotch, and she felt the hard cock underneath his breeches, warm and firm, twitching with desire. "Perhaps here?" suggested Lorca, gesturing to a soft grassy area next to the lavender and lilac bushes. Regina was taken aback, still unaccustomed to the altogether free and unrestrained month of the midsummer, and looked him closely in the eye. Strong desire was present in his steady gaze and she nodded, her knees trembling. "But I don't want your seed to leak out of me when walking back!" she protested. Lorca smiled, "I will see to that." He reached back behind her neck, releasing her kirtle's ties, and the light fabric fell to the ground over her slender hips. The evening air raised goosebumps on her thighs and hips. He reached up and released her hair restraints, her long hair cascading down her shoulders. She lowered herself to the ground, the grass not unpleasantly tickling her back and bum, and Lorca, somewhat unexpectedly, plucked a few lilac blossoms from a nearby bush and placed them on each side of her head. Their smell was intoxicating. Lorca smiled. He removed his clothes and knelt in front of her sex, and lowered his mouth to her lightly furred groin. It took but a few probes with his tongue before she felt her dampness increase, the delightful prelude to coupling. He was gentle, she already was enjoying this part of him, and unhurried, yet in only a short time her hips were squirming, her rump pressing into the cool ground, her own desire growing. He raised his head and they looked at each other. She noticed his cock, stiff with his balls all drawn up, the pointed head emerging from its skin-cover. They gazed at each other, and he slowly slid forward on top of her, until his cock-head was up against Regina's sex. As he began to kiss her, the smell of lilac in the air around them, Regina felt his member pushing, gently but firmly, into her. As it pressed, and then entered, she gave a little gasp of pleasure. Slowly the cock-head pressed up into her, until Lorca was lodged completely, his hips pressing into her groin. It felt so nice to have him, this was the sensation she remembered so fondly from a year ago, a strong warm excited body on top of her, a hard vibrant cock within. Better yet, it was her Lorca. They were still for some time, tongues intertwined and hands caressing each other but otherwise unmoving. Regina felt a small movement from Lorca's hips and instinctively her own sex contracted, gripping the cock inside her. He began, slowly, to move his hips in an intoxicatingly rhythmic motion, a languorous side-to-side pattern that ground his pelvis into her sex at the height of each push. Regina caught her breath, and let all thoughts go but the sensations in her groin. He kissed her neck, and ran his fingers along her sides, making her tingle from head to toes. It felt so lovely to be filled with his cock, feel it move inside her, slowly, deliberately, delectably. The thought of his seed pressure building, and its eventual discharge into her, made her channel damper still, and she felt her rump contracting, squeezing Lorca's enchanting slithering serpent inside her. They kissed. Their hips did not halt, their pelvic dance continued. Crickets chirped in the background, and the lilac scent lingered over their heads, but all was secondary to the sensations produced in their loins. Lorca's breathing became more rapid, his thrusts changed their quality and sped up as well. Regina held him close, and whispered in his ear. "Not yet love, I am not yet close. Kiss me here please," and she squeezed his cock with her loins. Lorca nodded, and slowly, how nicely it was, removed his cock. Regina saw it nodding, even in the evening darkness, damp and erect. How lovely it looked. Lorca knelt and kissed her loins, then slid his tongue up and down the sides of her lips, applying gentle pressure until Regina spread her thighs further apart with the pleasure. His tongue played at her entrance, running up and down, reaching the most lovely areas of her sex. Regina felt a swelling, her wetness now coming strongly. Lorca tilted his head forward to reach the top of her groin lips, and she felt him pressing with a finger at her opening. The pressure was trance inducing, and she found that her hands had drifted down to each side of his head, feeling his ears through his curling, moving, hair, and she guided his movements, making them more and more rapid. Her legs straightened, her toes pointing, and she felt the first wave of pleasure wash over her. Lorca pressed firmly but gently with his mouth as her legs quivered, her hips pressed into him, and she went rigid. Her sex contracted on his probing finger, over and over again, until a relaxation ensued. His tongue had slowed, and the feeling of warmth and heat and moistness suffused her consciousness. She wanted him inside her now. She guided his head up, and Lorca knelt upright before her, their eyes meeting. "First a kiss," she said, but as Lorca leaned forward, Regina instead guided his cock up to her face. She kissed the head of his cock, damp and smooth and delightfully engorged, and guided the head inside her mouth for a moment, savoring the smooth wetness at the tip, and the swollen, taut skin. Withdrawing his cock from her mouth, she ran her fingers over his balls, raised up in their protective sack, hard and full, and she laid back down. "May your seed find a good home!" she whispered hoarsely. In a trice Lorca was back inside her, stretching her insides delightfully and making her squeeze around him again. He moved in and out, and she felt his rump cheeks clench with the effort, their strong muscles working, her hands running over their smooth surface as they contracted. Her own groin was tingling again, close to pleasure. The softness, wetness, and excitement were overwhelming. She luxuriated in his rhythmic movements, the thrusts bringing her closer and closer. The head of his cock slid in and out, increasing the pressure on her mound when he was fully inside her. Her legs stiffened, her hips rotated, her loins squeezed. A second wave of pleasure washed over her as she clasped his back, and she turned her head to the side, the lilac scent infusing the air around her. Lorca's own breathing had grown rapid, shallow, and then she felt his hips quiver with a series of short contractions, pushing hard into her, his cock pulsing, and that incomparable inner sensation of wetness and fullness within herself that she had not felt for nearly a year. Then all was quiet, as he lay on top of her, his cock still weakly pulsing, her sex gripping his shaft and coaxing the last of his seed out of him. They had come close to drawing pleasure at exactly the same moment, the best means of creating a strong child, and she was sure they would be able to do it again. She let out a long breath. "Lorca," she murmured. She let the lilac's scent fill her nostrils, and felt Lorca's mouth on her neck, kissing down one side to her shoulder, and then repeating on her other side. His skin was divinely soft, his attentions perfect. An entire month to savor! "Your seed hath found a good home," she whispered in his ear. "But it will leak out walking back!" she then realised, not wishing that to happen. Lorca nodded. He picked up her kirtle and draped her with it, covering her to some extent, and then scooped her up in his arms and carried her lightly back to the Great House. She laughed, at the same time marveling at how easily he bore her. She felt but a faint burden in his strong arms. "What will they say when we are seen coming back like this?" Lorca laughed. "They know our goal, there can be no objection." Even so, Regina directed them to a little-used back entrance, and they were able to get to their bedchambers, noticed only by one of the servants, who gave them a long and knowing smile. They coupled again that evening in bed, a longer and more languorous meeting of the loins, Regina taking two pleasures, then fell asleep in each others' arms with Lorca's cock, wet and spent, still inside her. Sometime in the night they had separated, and regrouped, and she woke up past daylight with his belly pressed up curved against her back, his arms around her, holding her safe and warm. His cock, with its morning hardness, was pressed up against her bum furrow, and she thanked all that was good and fair in the world that her month had begun so well. ****** A Chance Encounter The weeks passed. Regina chafed at the times, usually the mornings, when Lorca spent his hours with her father, or the other officials, learning the ways of administering the land. It was important he gain the confidence of her father and the other dignitaries. Sometimes he was gone all day, from first meal to late in the afternoon, riding on horseback and visiting remote areas, meeting multitudes of officials. She would gaze at him as he left for the day, in riding gear, his white linen shirt making his skin colour seem all the darker, his well formed slender body sitting handsomely on the great horses he road, and a pang of longing came to her. Only once a week during the capital's rest day were they permitted a whole day together uninterrupted, and she yearned for these long blissful days from the very beginning. They did not couple every day, but nearly so, and oftentimes more than once. Regina had been counseled by her midwife, Zola, to have seed within her at least every other day. Sleeping well at night with warm fresh seed from a robust cock was the best means of gaining a strong baby. Regina delighted in waking in Lorca's arms, her fingers drifting down to his inevitably erect cock, then playing his cockskin up and down until Lorca begged off, asking her to wait until the evening, when he could properly take his pleasure with her, his seed staying inside her for the night. Still, she would torment him before they rose and left the bedchambers to break their night's fast. She would tickle his balls, and kiss the tip of his cockhead, delighting in sliding his cockskin up and down until Lorca's hips squirmed. Usually he went to the meal table with an uncomfortably hard member. "This way you will think of me all day long!" she teased. "Not as if I wouldn't anyway!" he retorted, with a smile. Lorca proved to be a great admirer of her breasts. "So soft!" he would repeat, "so white and smooth" and he compared them to the smoothest wood, the most polished marble. His hands would trace their contours whenever they lay together, hefting each soft orb with a hand, rubbing her nipples until they grew hard and tingling. He marveled at how they changed shape when she was over him, on all fours, or flattened out when she was beneath him. They shifted form continually, changing appearance with the variance of the light that struck them, and to touch and caress them was an anticipated delight each day. When they coupled with her on top, he liked having her upright, and he would reach up and knead each succulent breast, reveling at how they hung from her chest, and moved about when she ground her loins into his. On her part she enjoyed dangling her breasts down over him, grazing her nipples, hard and smooth as small acorns, across his chest and torso, when playing together before coupling. She would smile as his own simple delight in them. Indeed so fond he had become of them that he had nicknamed her "Breast Goddess" but Regina had objected. "You cannot address me in that manner with company about!" she insisted. "Very well, then I will call you 'Goddess,' and you shall know my true meaning." She laughed and could find no good answer to that. For his name, she had taken to calling him her "Stallion" and on their days off together they would ride far back of the royal grounds, through the meadows and forests that ringed the rear edge of the city, where it backed up against the hill country. He was a sure rider, and clearly enjoyed the fine mounts Regina's family kept in their stable. They were out walking one day after dinner, halfway through their month, along the gardens. Regina was relaying a fragment of a conversation she had had earlier that day with Alryd. The pair had passed each other quickly in the great house, each in a hurry on their separate ways. Of course this was Alryd's annual month off, and she came to the Great House only irregularly. Regina Ch. 03: The Month of Love Regina was sure that Alryd had arched her eyebrows and said, "Ladvia? Have you seen her lately?" When Regina had frowned and shaken her head, Alryd made a strange face and muttered "Later!" as they passed. Regina had stopped in mid-track, for indeed she had rarely seen her friend for the last weeks, despite her prolonged presence in the household. "What?" she queried, but Alryd had turned and was gone. Their own chance to talk had greatly diminished, and Regina realised how much she missed her daily contact with Alryd, and her steady counsel. "What do you suppose that means?" asked Regina of Lorca later. Lorca was neutral. "Probably nothing, Goddess. Perhaps Ladvia has been keeping away, wanting you to have time with me, not wanting to intrude." Lorca had been introduced to Ladvia early on, whose warmth and affection for her old friend was obvious. She was clearly happy for Regina. Ladvia's eyes had sized him up, but her smile had been direct and sincere, and Lorca was certain that her impression of him was favorable. "But there has been plenty of time!" protested Regina. "You are gone most mornings, and you and I often don't even see each other until the evening. I have much time on my hands and yet she is curiously missing. It is puzzling." "Why don't you send her a note? Or invite her to share our table at dinner? I am sure you will get a chance to talk soon." Their conversation drifted to other topics, and they walked hand in hand, happy to enjoy the gardens before nightfall, and the delicious anticipation of their night's coupling. The crickets as usual were loud that evening, as soon as the daylight began to dim. A slight breeze rustled the tree leaves, a welcome respite from the heat of the day. As the darkness began to settle, they ventured along one of the little-used paths between two remote gardens. Suddenly, Lorca gripped Regina's hand, gesturing for silence, and led her off the path to behind a large tree fronting the side of one of the gardens. He peered through the leafy branches. "Look at this!" he whispered. "Here is your friend." Regina looked through the branches and indeed saw Ladvia sitting in a corner of the garden, speaking with an Archon, whose back was towards them. Her wild mane of hair was loose around her pale oval face, her lips in a smile. Looking more closely, she saw the Archon was Ashran. "Oh!" she exhaled. "Him! The one from Wensworth, your final opponent!" Lorca's hand tightened on hers. Lorca peered closely through the branches, next to Regina. The two were not just speaking. Ashran had a large hand extended, and was hefting one of Ladvia's sizable breasts through the thin cloth of her dress, rubbing her nipples. She was quite silent, just gazing at him. After a few minutes he rose to his feet, and dropped his breeches, his large cock stirring and half erect. Unable to tear their eyes away, Regina and Lorca saw Ladvia reach forward, on her knees now, and take the heavy, nodding cock into her mouth, where she played her tongue over the head before engulfing a good deal of it between her lips. The big man stood his ground in the evening gloom, hands on his hips, as he looked down at his cock disappearing into the mouth of Ladvia. Lorca and Regina saw his haunches squeeze hard at times, when Ladvia touched an especially pleasing spot. She disengaged from time to time to suckle his balls, holding his cock upright with one hand while her mouth was under his groin, her tongue groping his ballsack. Lorca exhaled. Regina was trembling. There was nothing wrong with this, the month of abandon led a great many of the city dwellers into all sorts of amorous situations, but Regina had not in her wildest thoughts imagined Ladvia and Ashran together. How had they met? What forces were at work between them? Was this the reason for her absence in the Great House? After some time of attention to his cock, which had grown exceeding hard with her ministrations, the big man stepped back, and undid the cloth ties of Ladvia's dress, which slid to the ground silently. His hard cock glistened, and wagged heavily as he moved. Her breasts, now freed from her dress, spread out on each side, gleaming with an eerie whiteness in the dim light, and Ashran knelt to suckle one of them. Lorca felt Regina's hand on his member. He was not sure whether she was checking his own arousal, as he was indeed uncomfortably hard, or whether she intended to induce pleasure in him as well. She caressed his member through his breeches as they watched Ashran and Ladvia just a short distance away. The tip of Lorca's cock grew damp with the attention. Ladvia then crept forwards on all fours to Ashran's loins. His cock was pointing straight out, and she slid her lips over it, reaching with one hand to fondle his balls at the same time. Ashran put a hand on the middle of her back to steady himself, and she slowly moved in and out on his cock. Her breasts hung down, moving slowly in time to her efforts, swaying from one side to the other, back and forth. Regina's hand drifted up and down Lorca's cock through his breeches. The crickets' noisy chirping nearby did not distract. Ashran had put both hands on Ladvia's hips now, and began thrusting into her mouth, his hips moving with some strength. Each of his thick, well furred rump cheeks dimpled with his pushes. She had trouble holding her balance, and in fact taking much more than half of his cock into her mouth, and finally pulled off of him, and his cock slipped out, stiff and quivering. Ladvia arranged her dress out on the ground and lay down, spreading her smooth white thighs out most invitingly, and they saw the big man mount her almost instantly, pushing his cock into the center of her thick groin thicket. He was still at first, and they could barely hear them converse in low tones, his great body nearly covering her, one of her breasts, pale and luminous, pressed out to one side from between them, her legs spread wide with him in between. Then slowly at first, and then more rapidly, he began to grind into her, his haunches moving forcefully in the dim light. Ashran was not a gentle lover. His hips moved with some power, and at one point they could even hear his groin slapping into hers from their concealed place of viewing. He paused once, even then they saw his haunches squeezing, indentations forming in their sides, as he dallied his cock inside her, then began another furious assault, knees digging into the ground as he pushed his loins down and into Ladvia. Their coupling did not last long, and Regina knew her friend would want more. They could hear her breathing, heavy and loud, as the big man's haunches continued their grinding. Ashran's thrustings were fierce and powerful at the end, as he would pull his cock nearly all the way out of Ladvia's loins before ramming back in with a grunt. Regina held her breath as she watched him squeeze his bum with a final urgent push, sending his seed as far up her as possible, his hips slowing as he ground his hips into hers, then lay still upon her. Lorca reached for Regina's hand and they quietly made their way back down the pathway, undetected by the amorous pair they had just witnessed. They avoided each other's gaze, and conversation, for some time. "Are you thinking what I am thinking?" queried Regina at last, hesitantly, turning her face to Lorca. "What?" Lorca's eyes were wild and open. "That if fortune had been different, it could have meant him inside you instead of me?" Lorca's expression was strained but hard to read. "It was not long ago when your hands were on his member, and his seed was drawn forth from your own actions. What are your thoughts, my Stallion? What do you feel?" "I know not." Lorca's response was sharper than he wanted, curt and evasive. What indeed if that big cock had been the one destined to pierce Regina's loins? Those great well-furred balls the ones to be thrusting their seed into his Regina and giving her pleasure? His jaw clenched. He knew that if he had been the losing Archon he would not be the one to be coupling with Regina's oldest friend, but that was a different matter. "May we speak of other things?" he asked, trying to control his voice. "Of course," answered Regina, weakly. Instead they walked in silence back to the main quarters. That night when coupling, Lorca had been more terse than usual, without offering up his usual expressions of wonder and enjoyment at Regina's beauty, and had thrust into her so fiercely at the end that she had to beg him to be more gentle. It was the first time that their union had been anything but thoroughly enjoyable, and they finished without her own pleasure, Lorca silent and remote. Still, she drifted off to sleep with his seed inside her, at least. ****** Regina had been so pleased to see Lorca for the midday meal. For once he had been the one with the morning free, while she had met with her midwife, Zola, who had asked her all manner of questions. Zola's mother had indeed been Regina's mother's own midwife, who had helped bring Regina into the world twenty some years ago. Not only had Regina's courses not arrived at this end of the midsummer month but they were more than a week past due. Also some food items had lost their flavour or had become unpleasant. One night the previous week at dinner, at the first taste of her wine, normally one of her mealtime enjoyments, Regina had spat out a mouthful in disgust. "This wine is terrible! Normally we get the best from the red hillside grapes in the southern provinces, but this batch is wretched! Perhaps the keepers of the wine cellar let the cask get overwarm." Lorca looked at her, eyes wide. "But it tastes no different from last night, or the week before. It's quite good." He tasted from his own cup again, as if to confirm his verdict, and arched his eyebrows. "Fine!" Queries to others in the hall returned the same response, and Regina had to conclude that something was amiss with her own taste, rather than a fault with the wine. In fact, after that meal there was no wine that tasted right at all. Certain other foods also had become unpalatable. Zola had gotten answers to other questions as well. "Are your breasts more tender than usual?" she asked. Regina flushed. "Of course. They get far more attention than usual this month. Indeed Lorca rubs them vigorously ever day, he cannot keep his hands off them." Zola just smiled and nodded, but asked again. "Do you notice your nipples brushing against the cloth of your dress? More than usual? Even the finest and smoothest of your garments?" Regina had to confess that indeed they seemed more sensitive. Zola then examined her from head to toe, checking all her nether parts, asking a thousand questions. "It is only slightly too soon to say, but I think you are with child. I would be very surprised to be wrong. We will know for sure shortly, but you should prepare your young man to stay on. His seed has been strong aplenty." Regina held her head still with her hands and opened her mouth. "This is splendid! How wonderful!" It was in this same mood that she rushed to meet Lorca at table. "Normally my courses would have come last week," she said breathlessly, trying to contain her excitement. "But they are neither here, nor even show any inclination of arriving." Lorca stared at her, his mouth open, and then broke into a broad smile. "It is too soon to be absolutely certain, but" she paused. "Zola says all the signs look good." Lorca's smile with wide. "Goddess, Goddess..." He reached over and embraced her. Tears came to her eyes. "Lorca! You get to stay. You can stay here, with me, forever..." Lorca murmured into her ear. "This is perfect. Everything we could want. Lovely, lovely" he stroked her hair. After their midday meal, flushed and giddy, Regina suggested they head to the stables. "Zola says that before long riding may not be permitted. I'd like to enjoy it while I may." They chose two of the smaller, more nimble mounts and rode their way out way past the fields to the edge of the forest. They followed the main stream behind the great house as it wound its way towards the hills. There was a wide pond, just before the hill forests began, where the water collected from the slopes in a clear inviting pool. Shade trees arched over most of the water and it made for one of Regina's favorite stops. They dismounted and shed their clothing for a leisurely swim, then laid themselves out on a flat rock in the sun afterward to dry. Regina couldn't keep her eyes off Lorca. His slender body and olive skin were endlessly pleasant to view, and feel. Stretched out on the rock, his legs were extended, his sinewy, well bunched muscles showing through his thin skin, and he looked entirely perfect in his surroundings. She wanted to be able to see all of him the rest of the afternoon. "Let's ride on without our clothing," she insisted. "That will be fine sport!" Lorca agreed and they mounted their horses, rolling their clothing into bundles and securing them to the rear of their saddles. Regina loved the way Lorca's cock lay on his saddle, his balls splayed out to each side on the warm leather, his shaft lolling alongside his left thigh, his cockhead sheathed and entirely invisible. She sidled her horse over next to his and leaned way over to kiss his cock. She pulled his cockskin back to reveal the jewel of a tip, and tickled her tongue over it. Warm and soft from the stream water and time in the sun, she delighted in its shape and feel, soft and supple in her mouth. Very few kisses were needed before it stirred and began to grow. Lorca had reached under her breasts and was tweaking her nipples while she suckled his cock. Her pale white back made for a contrast against the tan colours of the horse and harness. "Breast Goddess!" he murmured. Her hanging breasts were so soft in his cupped hands as she leaned over him, malleable and nearly liquid, and he could feel her nipples grow hard under his touch. Her wet mouth and tongue were having an effect on his member, and he squeezed his hips in pleasure. She raised off and admired her work. His cock was standing up straight in front of him, pointing skyward, glistening wet in the afternoon light, and gorgeous as could be. His bare haunches on the saddle looked glorious. "Look, a place to hold your reins!" she laughed, pointing at his shaft, then gave his stiff cock a playful slap with her hand, wheeled her horse and sped away. Lorca was taken by surprise but darted after her off in a spirited chase. They circled the wide meadow near the stream. Riding behind her was a treat for him, her slender hips forced wide apart by her mount, her rump jostling into the saddle as her horse galloped off. Her amber hair, halfway down her back, bounced as she rode. She took quick short turns to evade him, and he watched entranced as her breasts bobbed with the gait of her running horse, swaying in corners, bouncing up and down. With a burst of speed he caught up to her and urged his mount alongside hers, then reached over and gave the nipple of her left breast a tweak. As she uttered a mock shriek of pain, he turned his mount and galloped off, Regina now in pursuit. They carried on for several cycles, each of them committing minor indignities to each others' most sensitive regions, until with smiles they silently called a mutual truce. Out of breath their horses walked side-to-side together along one of the wide forest paths leading up into the hills, happy enough now to be in the shade. Even at walking pace, Lorca could not keep his eyes off of Regina's breasts, as they jogged in time with her horse's progress. They paused at a turn in the trail, with the view of the valley and lowlands down below. "Your cock must stay erect!" Regina insisted in exaggerated seriousness, as indeed Lorca's member had again laid itself soft against the saddle. She leaned over and again coaxed it rigid with her mouth. It smelled and tasted like sweat and leather, and she made sure to pull back his cockskin when fully hard, so that Lorca's cockhead was exposed and pointing straight up. They climbed a bit further uphill, talking and taking in the sights of the forest, before slowly winding their way back to the Great House as the late-afternoon light flattened out, the lengthening tree shadows now covering even the widest trails. They had not realised that a pair of concealed lovers, crouched behind some trees along the stream bank closer to great house, had spied them passing. "Shhh," whispered Ashran, nodding towards the pair of riders fording the stream a short distance away, "it is your friend, the heiress, who is passing!" Ladvia's eyes took in the sight, the two riders, smiling at each other and entirely without clothes, the first with a hard cock poking up from the front of his saddle. The stiff cock bobbed as they carefully forded the stream and then as Lorca and Regina turned to head up the trail, the naked hindquarters of the riders presented themselves to the hidden couple, one slender set of haunches with dark, firm rumpcheeks spread out on his mount, the other pair pale and soft, squashing down in the saddle and moving about enticingly as they made their way up the path on the other bank. Ashran's eyes followed Regina's backside hungrily, and he exhaled. Ladvia gave him a sharp look. She felt both some guilt, for avoiding her old friend these past weeks, and some envy. The two riders made for an uncommonly handsome pair, and Lorca's cock was surely not hard by accident. "They appear to be enjoying themselves," laughed Ashran quietly. His own groin was in the happy state that follows a vigorous coupling, his cockhead still tingling, but drooping and sopping wet. He had just emptied a good full balls' worth of seed into Ladvia's willing loins, where she had been sprawled out on the ground in a little clearing next to the trail, and his big body had been spread out on top of her, recovering. She had been a fine conquest, this big-hipped, large-breasted wench, with the hot loins which were always calling. He couldn't remember another set of loins that had ever fetched his seed so thoroughly, making his balls ache with pleasure. She had not been intimidated by his cock, but took it both in her mouth and her loins, frequently these past weeks. The sound of horses' hooves down the trail brought him upright quickly however, his cock slopping out of the damp confluence of their loins, and he had quickly pulled on his breeches, although his shirt was still cast off to the side. Ladvia had hastily fastened her dress. Ladvia pressed close to him, sweaty from coupling, and her hands involuntarily drifted down to feel Ashran's member through his breeches, soft but still large and heavy. Inside her she could feel Ashran's seed just beginning to ooze out of her loins as she crouched. Her whole lower torso was warm and full, pleasantly so. "We should get back," she sighed, "although we should let them gain plenty of time on us." "When will you talk to her?" Ashran asked. "I don't see the need to keep our dalliance a secret." "Soon, I am sure," Ladvia lied. She had made up her mind to leave and go back to her province the week following, but had told no one yet. She had not yet thought of what to say to Regina, nor how she would handle the break with Ashran. Her month had been a fine one, and the great cock of the northerner had been pleasant enough. Its size and force were undeniable, her eyes gleamed every time it presented itself to her, hard and thick and almost menacing, with its great knob of a cockhead. It had been a treat to have her loins stretched and filled in the way that he could do, but in fact she had tired of his devotion to his own pleasure at the expense of hers. Regina Ch. 03: The Month of Love Many a night he had fallen asleep, sometimes uncomfortable and heavy on top of her, after taking a pleasure, and it often took some effort to extricate herself out from under him, as he snored on. She was often left restless and dissatisfied. Even when she did have a pleasure, it never felt sufficient. He had not but half the charm or imagination of those two dancers, Berthold and Rondel, and more than once Ladvia had wished that she had devoted her attentions to them instead. But she also knew that the moment she saw the big cock of Ashran spurting forth in the Cock Challenge that she wanted his seed inside her, filling her loins. She did not rest until making his acquaintance, which had not proved hard to do. His large well-furred balls too had been a vast enjoyment, and she had delighted in suckling them as a prelude to coupling, their sweaty musty odour suffusing her nostrils, while she made them move in their sack, building up their seed reserves. But the midsummer month was over, and thoughts of her own province were intruding. Perhaps she could even sneak off in a day or two, without speaking to anyone. She had hoped for a bit more from this month of abandon in the city. They gathered up the rest of their clothing and slowly made their way back in silence. At dinner Regina could not stop smiling. She kept staring at Lorca's face, and throughout the meal she kept asking him questions and getting him to tell stories just so she could listen to his voice and keep her eyes on him. Once she found that she had impetuously placed a foot, sandal removed, under the table and into Lorca's groin, and she slid her toes up and down his cock until it was hard and he flushed and squirmed. She was sure that at least one of the food bearers had noticed this wanton display, but she didn't even care. The walk after their evening meal was in their now familiar circuit through the back gardens. Hand in hand they stopped in the lilac and lavender garden where they had first coupled. Each stood in the growing darkness, wrapped in their own thoughts. Regina leaned over to Lorca's ear. "I want you to take me like a stallion," she whispered. "I want to feel you from behind. We have not done it that way yet." Lorca smiled and nodded. She reached down and felt his cock, all hard and lovely, and loosened his breeches so that it sprang forth, gleaming in the dim light of evening. She knelt in front of him and kissed his cock-head, sliding the cock-skin back to expose its crown. Taking it briefly in her mouth, she tongued him lightly, making sure to leave much dampness on its head, before turning from him and removing her pale yellow kirtle. Regina knelt on the soft grass, spreading her garment out in front of her on which to rest. She settled her head down, elbows to the side, her knees bent sharply and likewise spread so she resembled a frog about to leap. She felt her nipples press into the fabric underneath her, tingling already. The light breeze of the evening air was cool on her damp loin lips, her womb exposed and spread wide. Lorca knelt behind her and she felt him put his hard cock up against her bum furrow. She wanted to wiggle her bum against him, but held still, just noting the warmth, smoothness and hardness from his member pressing against her haunches, his balls bunched against her mound. His hands drifted lightly over her hips, feeling the smooth curves of her haunches, tracing their contours, and she shivered with pleasure. Backing away, he knelt at her mound, tongue playing quickly and gently over her lips, until their dampness had deepened. Then raising his torso, he came forward, and Regina felt his cockhead at her entrance, where he lingered, nudging it with one hand gently in a circle around her lips, making her ache for him to finally enter. She turned her head to the side, spreading her knees further apart and lowering her hips slightly as an invitation. Lorca's cock head began to press against her, stopping all movement when only just the head was inside her, then slowly ebbing forward until buried completely, his hips pressed against her haunches, and she could feel her insides filled, and gripping his member, his balls pressed firmly against her. She felt him lower his upper body down on top of her, covering her back, and he nibbled her ear, his hands sliding under her chest and caressing her nipples. She began to move first, slowly wiggling her bum from side to side so that his cock moved subtly inside her. It felt like home, all things good: warm, ripe, joined. Would that they could stay this way forever. Yet it was too intoxicating to stay still. Lorca began a slithering glide in and out of her, his prick pressing first on one side of her channel, then the other, his delicious cock-head sliding inside with warmth and wetness. She felt her fundament contract with pleasure, gripping his member at the same time. The fingers of his right hand had drifted down to her mound, and were playing at the front of her channel, drawing a sharp breath from her. His touch was light, and timed with his movement, and soon her breathing had become more rapid, her cheeks hot, and she closed her eyes, just to concentrate on the feelings from her loins. His hips produced a lovely riding motion on her, gliding his cock in and out of her, pleasant sensations emanating throughout her loins. Lorca would pause at times, withdrawing until barely his cock-head was left inside her, and she would wiggle her bum to make her lips close around and caress the jewel head of his cock. Then he would push forward again, playing more vigorously with his fingers over the top of her channel until she was gasping. She felt her legs tighten, her pelvis come forward. Lorca sped up his movements until he was pushing hard and fast. Her toes tingled and she clenched her teeth, feeling Lorca's mouth clamped onto her neck. The first wave of pleasure started just as he began thrusting furiously, and just as his own pulsing had begun, her loins tightened hard and they each pushed into each other, everything squeezing together at once. She let out a heavy breath and he thrust into her, his hips pressing hard, then less and less, his cock pulsing ever more weakly until she felt him soften and relax on top of her, his arms around her torso now, holding her tight. She felt warm and wet and filled inside, a damp heat radiating out from the confluence of their loins. She sighed and they stayed joined until the evening air grew too cool for comfort. After pulling their clothes back on, they walked in happy silence back to the great house, and slept the sleep of new lovers, warm and close and content. ****** At evening meal the next day, Regina was restless. Lorca looked so handsome in his white linen top, she wanted to pull it off of him and kiss his chest right there. When telling stories, his smile made the dimple on his left cheek show, and she couldn't help but think about what their child would look like. Would she have his handsome tan skin, or be fair like her? Dark hair or amber? She wanted her daughter to have at least some of his looks, so she would always be able to remind herself that Lorca was the father. Her knee brushed against Lorca's. "Let's dispense with our walk this evening," she murmured. "I would like to rest right after meal." Lorca's face betrayed no dissent, "Whatever you wish, Goddess." he reached a hand over and caressed her thigh, which quivered pleasingly. After the fruit they ate at the end of their meal, as Regina had fed Lorca some grapes, dangling them over his mouth and dropping them into his mouth one at a time, her loins tightening with the thought of his pleasure, she led him back to their bedchambers, hand in hand. She sat him down at the edge of the bed, and undid his tunic top, pulling it gracefully off of him, then removed his sandals and breeches. In a whim she kissed his feet, and suckled a toe. Leather, sweat, his own flavour, all were invigorating. She pulled off her own dress, one nipple catching on the hem of the fabric as it came over her head, and she enjoyed Lorca's own delight at her breasts' revealing. She swayed them from side to side in front of him for his pleasure. She sat sideways on his lap and gave him a kiss. "Tonight, dear Stallion, is yours. You have been such a splendid pleasure this whole month, never a bad word about anything, a smile to greet anything and everything that has come your way. You have charmed my father and the ministers, and most of all, helped make an heiress." She paused and took a breath. "I would like to make your pleasure tonight unusual, but you must agree to follow my words." Lorca's eyes were shining. "Of course. But I hope I will be allowed to see to your own pleasure too." "We shall see, but thank you," she smiled. She had him lie down on his front-side in bed, and proceeded to give him a backrub, from head to toes. His shoulders were so strong and tight, it took some time to loosen them up. She kissed each of the little protruding bones along his spine, then bypassed his rump to move down to his feet. She kneaded them, feeling his heels, the insteps, all the parts that kept him upright during the day. This time she could not keep herself from his toes, rubbing each of them thoughtfully with her fingers, and then raising each foot in one hand, stopping to suckle each toe, her groin squeezing in pleasure at the thought of what was in store for her lover, and where her tongue would soon be. She moved methodically up his legs, marveling at the tight calves and the backs of his thighs, and then took some time to rub his haunches, so smooth and firm. She rubbed up and down, side to side, and could not help herself from kissing them fully all over as she finished. She turned him over, his eyes shining, and cock half stiff already. Originally she had planned on giving his front a rub the same manner she had attended to his back, but as his eyes grew fixed on her breasts, she rethought her approach. "A breast massage for you, dear Stallion. Lie back and relax." Kneeling at his side, she made her way down his body, beginning by dangling her breasts into his face, swaying her body so that her nipples grazed over his face, along his cheeks, across his lips. Lorca kissed her nipples, and suckled them, and she ground her chest into his face, the soft inner flesh of each breast forced down on each side of him. She moved down his body, alternately tracing patterns with her nipples along his chest and belly, then squashing her chest down on top of him, soft skin caressing each part of his body. At his waist, she again bypassed his loins and moved down to his feet, tickling each toe with a nipple, and moving slowly up his legs until she was kneeling between his legs, which she had spread wide apart, facing his cock. "Noble cock," she whispered, "your turn." Lorca's cock was now nearly at full length, as the excitement and soft skin attention to the rest of his body had spread throughout. She leaned over him and in a side to side motion, drew her nipples back and forth over his shaft from top to bottom, then pushed them down on top of his cock, now pointing towards his head, a breast to each side, and ground her chest into his loins. Lorca tightened his hips in pleasure. With her fingers, she now slid his cockskin slowly up and down, revealing the tip of his cock, and then covered it again, until it had grown moist. The whole of his cockhead glistened with wetness. She kissed the tip of his cock, reveling in its dampness and taste, tickling her tongue down into its tiny hole. Lorca's hips squirmed again. "I will not last long at this rate," he said softly. She laughed. "Well, we cannot have that," she said. "I want you hard and excited until well past nightfall." She glanced out the window, and while the shadows were darkening outside, there was still some light in the room. She left off his cock and straddled his chest, facing him. They gazed at each other and Lorca reached up to touch her breasts, but she quietly but firmly pressed his hands back to his side. She leaned forward and nuzzled her breasts into his face, turning her chest from side to side so they floated back and forth, soft white skin gliding across his eyes, nose and cheeks. Grasping the headboard of the bed and raising up on her knees, she pulled herself up so her loins were directly above his mouth, and tickled her groin fur along his face, up and down until his tongue emerged and she allowed him to run it along her lips, teasing them moist. She nestled in as his tongue probed up her channel, and she squeezed her thighs over his face, so nice was the feeling. Not wanting to become over-excited however, she rose, and with a kiss to his cockhead, she carefully made her way over to the bedchamber's side table, and slowly and deliberately lit two tapers, as the light was growing dim in the room. The yellow-orange of the taper light cast intriguing shadows over Lorca, the glow on his cock of particular appeal. She knelt beside his hips and kissed his cockhead again. The tip was poking proud from his cockskin now, soft, supple and wet from excitement. She encased it within her mouth, luxuriating in its taste and feel, and her tongue slowly explored all its smooth, taut surface, lingering at the ridge around the head, darting into his cock's tiny hole, that delectable exit for all the seed Lorca had poured forth into her loins this last month. How could so much seed have emerged from such a small opening? She was determined to taste it in her mouth, tonight, to have a different sense of what it was like to have the liquid strong seed erupt inside her. But Lorca's hips were squirming in a way that suggested that his seed would soon be forthcoming unless she changed course. She left his cock alone, twitching as it laid out full length, nearly reaching his navel, and knelt between his legs again. Lorca's balls were drawn up tight in their ballsack, a furry seam splitting the sack into two hemispheres. She licked. Each side of the ballsack was soft and luscious, and she nestled each of the balls in turn in her mouth, running them around with a darting soft tongue. Low moaning sounds emerged from Lorca's mouth. She looked up and saw him with his eyes closed and head turned to one side, one arm crossed over his face. This was delightful torment indeed. She came up alongside him, one hand still rummaging along his balls, careful to avoid his cock, and darted her tongue inside an armpit. The smell was comforting, salty and sweaty, suffused with Lorca's own special flavour. She pressed her chest against his while she sent her tongue circling around his armpit, then pressing firmly into its deepest hollow, savouring all aspects of him. His right hand had drifted to her back, and it was not unpleasant to have him caress her there. She turned again to gaze at his cock, a drop of clear liquid now standing at the tip of his cockhead. His cock twitched as she looked at it. She shifted again, straddling his face again with her loins, but so that she was facing his feet and could reach forward with her hands and stroke his cock. On all fours, she danced her loins above him, nuzzling his mouth with her fur, dipping down when she wanted him to tongue her, but never letting him reach too far within her, or touch more than lightly over her lips. He kept raising his head to make closer contact with her loins but she would hold herself just far away for only a light touch, just out of reach of what he sought. Once she ground her notch over his face, top to bottom, delighting in the way her rump felt as she dragged it back over his mouth. His hands were on her haunches now, and he tried to hold her close but she resisted, keeping him at just enough distance to keep herself excited, without letting it detract from her attention to him. She moved off finally, kneeling next to his side, and let her hands play up and down his body, stroking his chest and thighs. The look he gave her was pure desire, dark and clear and strong. It was time. She leaned over him and whispered "May your seed find a good home!" and took his cock in her mouth, cupping his balls with one hand. They were moving inside their sack in a way she had not noticed before, but of course she realised they must have done this often at other times when they had coupled. His firm balls were like live throbbing eggs in her hand. She held them gently and let her mouth encase his cock, from head to root, letting her mouth fluids ooze down along his shaft until his groin thicket was soggy wet. She would let her lips go slowly along his shaft, stopping often to lick each side of his cock, gently sliding his cockskin up and down. The taper glow, now the only light in the room as all was dark outside, made his cock shine, glistening wet as it was. Lorcas's hips were now moving as much as they could, and she could sense his rump cheeks squeezing together. She guided her mouth rapidly up and down now, suckling his cockhead quickly but energetically on each upstroke, tongue playing along his cockhead ridge, then down again to his root. The first spurt took her by surprise, as her mouth was on its upstroke, just his cockhead barely inside her lips. It came forcefully, a gush of wet seed, strong and thick. She lowered her mouth and took the second spurt, feeling his cock twitch, and continued moving her head up and down. He thrust his hips frantically and each pulse grew slightly weaker than the first, but each pulse brought a new measure of seed into her mouth. Salty, musky, thick, this strong fluid had been what had filled her loins the last month. She had absorbed so much of it, and now she could taste it and feel it in an entirely different way. After a half dozen thrusts, the pulsing eased, and she felt Lorca's cock begin to relax in her mouth. She continued to suckle, gently, until it had softened completely and its tip had lost its tension. Letting his limp cock out of her mouth, she laid it softly on its side, the tip half encased now in its loose cockskin. She was quite sure that it would not stir again for some time. She nestled next to Lorca, kissing him quietly while he rubbed her shoulders. "Goddess," he murmured. "Goddess!" She rose briefly to extinguish the tapers, then settled in next to Lorca to sleep, pulling the covers over them. He nodded off rather quickly, and she was pleased to hear and feel his regular breathing next to her. ****** In late spring of the next year, Regina gave birth to a strong baby girl. Zola was pleased the birth itself was short and uneventful. The baby wailed from the beginning, long loud cries that augured well. They named her "Lorina." "It has the sound of both our names," explained Regina to any who asked. "She will grow strong and handsome, and shall someday rule this land."