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The Traveling Wizards Ch. 01

By: Blackdraman



Once upon a time, in a tiny kingdom far away, there lived a King and Queen. Now King Brent was a handsome man, a warrior still in his prime. Six feet tall, tanned and fit from sword practice, dirty-blonde hair hanging loose to his shoulders and piercing blue eyes looking out from a rugged face. Queen Gwen was slightly shorter, a statuesque woman with raven black hair and sensual green eyes, who retained her beauty and figure even after having three wonderful children. But there was a small problem in this land of happiness. Lately the Queen had been dissatisfied with the King's inattention. They argued now, and in one such argument he said he was just tired of it all and wanted her to leave him alone. He then moved out of their suite into rooms of his own, leaving her to an empty bed and lonely nights. 

Now, Queen Gwen was not a person to just give up. She secretly sent messengers out to seek help for her situation. She offered a great reward for anyone who could rekindle the flame in her failing love life. Many charlatans answered her call. Some offered powders and potions to slip into his drink, others offered amulets for her to wear to arouse his lust, and even more offered "magical words" to whisper into his ear. None of them worked. Some even pushed him further away. Gwen fast approached despair of ever getting her love life back again. 

Then one day a man and a woman called upon the castle. He introduced himself as Meric and the woman as his wife, Megan. They were just passing through, and looking for a place to sleep for the night. Being the kind rulers that they were, the King and Queen allowed them to stay in an unused guest room, ordering a page and a maid to tend to their needs. While settling the guests in, the maid, Rachael, dropped one of their bags. Out tumbled many strange items and devices. 

"Oh", she exclaimed, "What are those?" 

Megan quickly gathered them back up while Meric answered, "Just the tools of our trade, my dear." 

"I have never seen tools like that m'lord." the maid said. 

"Well they are very special tools, my dear", he said with a wide grin on his face, "for a very special trade." Then he winked at her. 

"Are you wizards!?!?" she gasped. 

"No, we just have a few tricks to make live easier to live." 

Megan spoke up from the corner where she stashed the bag, "If you want, you can come by after dinner and we can show you." 

Meric swept his eyes over the maid. Nice body, little thin in the hips, but a full bust. Young though, might have seen twenty summers if that. "Yes, my dear, please come by after dinner. We would be glad to show you our tricks of the trade." 

Dropping a quick curtsy she then hurried off to help with the cooking. 

Back in the guest room.... 

"You really want her to come back?" Meric asked his wife. 

"Yes, she is cute, and the Queen did say she is to attend our every need." There was a special look in her eyes as she said that, one that foretold an eventful night. 

Dinner was served in the great hall. Three tables forming a "U" in the middle of the room. Sideboards loaded with delicious meats and breads and other dishes. Meric and Megan sat as far from the King and Queen as you could get and still be at the tables, but they were served with no less courtesy than anyone else at the table was. Entertainment was provided in the form of jugglers and a bard performing in the center of the tables. After dinner Meric and Megan retired to their room. Shortly after they had bathed there was a knock at the door. Meric answered it while his wife finished toweling off and was getting dressed for bed.

"Requested my presence, m'lord?" she asked with a slight dip of her body.

"Yes. If you would, help Megan finish dressing please. I will be out here getting ready to show you our trade." He answered with a grin on his face and twinkle in his eye.

Rachael hurried across the room to the door of the sleeping room. There she stopped to take in the site before. Megan had dried off from her bath and was rummaging in her bag for a nightdress. Her pretty face was turned in profile to show a slightly too long nose with an upturned tip. Her strong chin sat above a sturdy neck. Her pleasantly plump breast hung just a little over her stomach, which pouched just a tiny bit. Long, thick legs flowed from hips just right for childbirth. The thing that caught Rachael's eye the most, though, was her hair. Long, full, fire red hair hanging damply down her back to brush the top of her ripe, round ass. The trimmed bush at the fork of her legs proved she was born with that color. Somehow sensing her presence, Megan turned. Sensual gray eyes the color of a stormy sky widened slightly then a mischievous look entered them as she turned.

"So you did decide to join us." She murmured as she approached Rachael. Her moves were graceful and sensual, causing a flush to creep up the young maid's body while a small fire seamed to spring to life in the center of her being.

When less then a foot separated them Megan reached out and ran a finger down Rachael's cheek. Dropping from her face, Megan's hand fell into the small amount of cleavage shown off by the castle livery. Rachael gasped as Megan began slowly undoing the laces of the dress, exposing more of the valley between her heaving breasts. Like a stunned doe, Rachael just stood there as Megan pulled the dress off her shoulders to fall to the floor in a heap around her ankles. Slipping her fingers into the top of her under-things, Megan tugged Rachael further into the room and spun her toward the bed.

"M-m-m'lady," Rachael was finally able to stammer, "what are you doing?"

"Showing you some of our tricks of the trade my dear." Megan's voice was husky, and a hungry look came over her face as she stared at the lush body before her. Like her husband, she believed Rachael's hips were a little thin, but those long legs looked toned and strong. The breast-band held her tits in place, but did nothing to hide the creamy white skin. The dark aureoles were showing through the thin fabric and the fat nipples poked out, proving that the girl was getting excited.

With a quick swoop, Megan knelt and reached around behind Rachael to ties holding the band in place. Her nimble fingers made short work of the knots and the piece of cloth fell into Rachael's lap. As soon as the right nipple was free, Megan bent and flicked her tongue across it.

Rachael had never felt anything like it. A jolt raced through her body, flashing from her nipple through out the rest of her body. The fire that she felt earlier swelled and moved down into the juncture of her legs, causing her to get moist. Another jolt followed the first as Megan continued to lick, then suck her nipples. Megan's hands were not idle during all of this, but roamed from Rachael's back, to her tummy, then down her legs and back again, stopping only to play with her other nipple. Then Megan switched her mouth over to the other breast and brought her hand up to play with the now hard nipple. Once it too was hard, she then alternated back and forth, back and forth, stroking the fire in the pit of Rachael's being until she thought she would burst from it.

Suddenly cold air assaulted her nipples as Megan stepped back then pulled her to her feet. Kneeling down, Megan gripped her under-things and pulled them down to show a dark, untrimmed bush. Droplets of moisture clung to her hairs; evidence of the lust coursing through her body. With the cloth at her feet, she was again pushed onto the bed, this time onto her back. Feathery touches traveled from the inside of her knee to the area around her navel and back to the other knee. Looking down, Rachael saw Megan lean in and plant a kiss on the inside of her thigh. Megan's hands traveled back to her knees and began a gentle push outward. More kisses followed, and slowly Rachael's legs fell open allowing Megan complete access to her dark pleasure spot. Megan's fingers, so nimble on the knots of the dress and band, now blazed trails of fiery lust through Rachael's thick bush and wet folds. After stroking her pussy lips, Megan's fingers then plunged in, wiggling and squirming the whole time. Pushing and stroking, Megan got two fingers in, then setup a gentle in and out rhythm. In and out, faster and faster until her hand was a blur. The whole time this was going on, her other hand had never stopped stroking and playing with Rachael's lips. Then Megan's head dipped and her tongue joined her fingers in exploring the secrets of Rachael's now drenched pussy. 

Rachael was lost in a world of pleasure, no longer caring what happened as long as Megan never stopped. The fire in her coursed out of control as wave on wave of sheer bliss flowed through her body. Suddenly, what felt like a bolt of lightning hit her pussy as Megan's tongue flicked over her clit. Again and again the lightning struck until she could stand it no more. Screaming out her rapture, Rachael burst the fire inside erupting and pouring out of her. Her limbs shook and her body spasm as the pleasure kept building and building. Then she passed out.

When Rachael regained conciseness, Megan was laying beside her stroking her skin and playing with her nipples and clit.

"My turn." She said with a grin.

"Your turn?" Rachael stammered out.

"Yes, I want you to do the same thing to me.... Don't worry, I will tell you what to do."

Megan moved up the bed to lean against the headboard. Rachael moved her head tentatively toward Megan's nipple. Her tiny tongue slipped out from between her lips to give it a cursory swipe. Then again, and then once more. After a few more licks, Rachael lowers her head some more and takes the nipple in her mouth. Lightly grazing the nipple with her teeth, Rachael forces as much of the big tit in her mouth as she could. Feeling Megan shudder a little empowered her to try more, sucking on the nipple while flicking her tongue across the tip. Also bringing her hand up to pinch and play with the other nipple. Megan's shudders grew larger and more frequent. Her breathing grew heavy and she started gasping out; "Yes, that's it. Pinch those nipples, bite them." Feeling bold with power, Rachael moved her lips down Megan's nice body. Leaving a trail of light kisses and butterfly licks, Rachael finally reached Megan's fire-red bush. 

Hesitating now, not believing what she was doing, Rachael moved her face into the fork of Megan's legs. Then the aroma hit her, this musky fragrance rising up from Megan's pussy, curling into Rachael's nose and seaming to shoot straight to her brain. Something clicked in there, gone was the shy quiet maid. In her place was a lust filled woman who knew exactly what she wanted and how to get it. She didn't put her face into Megan's pussy, she dove in, licking and nibbling. First attacking the clit then lapping all around it. She slid her tongue into Megan's hole to slurp up her juices. All this time her hands are still up pinching and playing with Megan's now sensitive nipples. It wasn't long before Megan shuddered her way through a larger orgasm. But Rachael wasn't finished yet. Repositioning her self, she brought her hands down to join the fun. She slipped a finger deep into Megan, burying it to the knuckle. Twisting and wiggling it she brought Megan to the brink of release, but no further. Soon a second finger joined the first, thrusting in and out while the thumb joined her tongue in tormenting Megan's clit.

It's unbelievable, Megan thought, this could not be the same shy girl that showed them to their room this afternoon. This was an experienced woman that knew just how to bring another woman to the brink of ecstasy and keep her there. She would approach release and Rachael would slow down, then speed right back up, bringing her to the edge again and again.

Rachael lifted her head from Megan's pussy. "Tell me what you want." She hissed, "Beg me for it..."

"P-P-P-Please, m-m-make me cum. Let me cum." Megan whispered, gasping for breath.

"What was that? I can't hear you"

"P-P-P-P-Please!" she cried out, "I need to cum"

"My pleasure." With that, Rachael redoubled her efforts. Fingers a blur tongue everywhere at once. Then she felt Megan stiffen, then begin to shudder as one orgasm after another racked her beautiful body. 

Megan cried out as her back arched, her muscles locked and what felt like a flood of juices gushed from her pussy, drenching Rachael's face, hands, and the bed. Spots danced in front of her eyes and stars burst in her head as Rachael maintain her activities, prolonging the pleasurable agony. Then the fingers slowed and the tongue stilled as Rachael brought her down out of the clouds and back onto the bed.

Once Megan had settled a little, Rachael looked over her shoulder at the door. There stood Meric, nude and sporting a raging hard on that he was lightly stroking.

"Well, you going to stand there and waste that nice hard cock, or are you going to get over here and fuck me?"

Meric took a moment to study the once quiet maid. Her ass was in the air, wiggling provocatively, her face peering at him from over her shoulder was still wet from his wife's pussy juice and a look in her eyes that promised a sex filled night lay ahead.

"But of course my dear, I hate wasting a good opportunity." And with a slow grin on his face he strolled to the bed.

Meanwhile in another part of the castle...

Queen Gwen sat on her bed and cried. She knew the end of her marriage was near if not already here. On the way to her rooms tonight she seen one of her ladies-in-waiting slipping into the King's chambers, wearing little more than a thought. Tired of staring at the same four walls, she stood up and absently threw a robe around her nightgown and left her rooms. Wondering the halls she pondered about what had gone wrong in her marriage. They like a lot of the same things; hawks, horses, hounds, the tournaments, and even hunting. The bedroom games were fun and energetic, so she didn't know why he had stop touching her, stopped loving her, stopped wanting her.

She heard a door open in the distance. She leaned around a corner; she was next to the King's chambers. There, still wearing little, was the lady-in-waiting she had seen earlier heading this way from his rooms. Before she turned a corner, Gwen got a look at her face, she had seen that look before; She had looked at it in the mirror every morning for the last 10 years, contentment. She wanted that again. 

As she was thinking this she had resumed walking again. Her feet lead her into the guest area. Another sound intruded on her thoughts. This time it was a low, human-made sound. As she got closer to the source she realized what they were, moans. Pleasure filled moans. The kind made by a person in ecstasy. As she drew nearer she realized that the sounds were coming from the quarters she settled that traveling duo into. 

Making a decision, knowing it wasn't decent; she quickly stepped around a corner. Five hurried strides brought her to a seemingly blank wall. Touching a stone, she pushed; a hidden passage opened up. She stepped in and closed the wall behind her. She moved to the first peep hole, the one showing their greeting room. It was empty, so she moved to the next. Sliding the panel out of the way, she leaned in and placed her eyes even with the holes. 

At first all she could see was Meric, naked, standing behind a feminine form kneeling on the edge of the bed. His hips were rocking, thrusting his cock in and out. She could see the wet sheen on his dick every time he withdrew. Unconsciously her hand drifted down her body to the fork of her legs. She watched as Meric's dick thrust into the dark-haired pussy. She could see it stretching out the blood-engorged lips every time his hips moved. The sound of skin slapping skin was loud in the room. His hands were on the woman's hips, pulling her back to meet his thrusts. As she watched, her fingers had moved between her own puffy lips, sliding from her hole to her clit. Her clit started to swell, and her hole to leak, as she became more and more aroused. Leaning against the wall, her other hand joined in the fun. Soon she had one finger slipping in and out of her pussy, while the fingers of her other hand played with her clit and pussy lips. Then she heard Meric start to grunt and growl and she watched as he picked up speed. His hips were a blur as he growled louder and louder, and her hands were moving just as fast, building up her release. Suddenly he slammed into the woman hard, holding her in place as his ass clinched and his body jerked. Knowing that he was spraying his seed into his wife almost brought Gwen to her own release, but not quite. Her hands picked up sped, rubbing and thrusting harder, striving for release. 

She watched as Meric's hands moved up the outside of the shapely body in front of him, then pulled her up. A head of dark hair flung back, resting on his shoulder, and then the face became visible. Gwen gasped in shock; it was her maid Rachael. Before her mind had time to take it in, Megan's head came into view. Gwen watched, amazed, as Megan took one of Rachael's nipples into her mouth and started sucking. That was it, Gwen's body and mind could not take anymore, she came. A body racking, earthshaking flood of an orgasm roared through her. Little bolts of passion arced from nipple to nipple and traveled down to her now sopping pussy. Her knees trembled as she fought to stay upright and keep her eye on what was going on in the room. She heard them talking.

"It's still hard." Rachael breathed in wonder.

"But of course it is, my dear," Meric murmured in her ear, "Not much use otherwise."

"Want some more of it?" Megan asked. Her mouth still moved from nipple to nipple as her fingers played with their conjoined sex.

"Yes!" She cried. "Yes! Please!"

Rachael was in another world. A world defined only by pleasure, by the fire in her pussy, the tingling in her nipples and the over all feelings in her entire body. Meric's dick twitched and throbbed even after he had released his seed in her. She could feel it squishing out of her, leaking onto his balls, and dribbling down her thigh. Megan's fingers at her clit were maintaining her level of arousal. 

"Please!" She moaned, "give me more. I want MORE." Her voice fairly dripped with lust. She seized Megan's head and pulled her into a fierce kiss. Their lips moved against each other as Rachael's tongue forced its way into Megan's mouth, twirling and twining with her tongue. Then she felt this emptiness in her, and realized that Meric had removed his dick and was sitting on the edge of the bed. Then Megan pulled her down until she was once again kneeling on the bed with Megan under her. Megan broke their kiss, and pushed on Rachael's shoulder, moving her into a new position. Rachael found herself staring at Megan's pussy only inches away. With out further prompting, she dived back into the sopping wet pussy. Again the musky aroma assaulted her nose. Again the tangy flavor of her juices trickled onto her tongue. She fell back into the bliss of pleasing another woman, barely aware of Megan returning the favor on her own over-sensitive pussy.

For a few minutes they stayed like that, trading lick for lick, finger stroke for finger stroke. Then a new sensation jolted through her. Meric's dick was driving back into her willing hole, thrusting deeper and deeper. Megan's tongue never missed a beat, continuing to lick her clit, occasionally moving to Meric's swinging ball sac. Back and forth, he slid his dick in her, faster and harder with every stroke. Rachael's passion climbed higher and higher as the husband and wife duo continued to enjoy their newfound toy.

Gwen could do believe what she was seeing. Her shy, quiet, timid little maid Rachael had willingly put her face into that woman's crotch. AND Megan had done the same. The squishy, slurping sounds were rivaled only by the women's moans of pleasure. She watched as Meric crawled towards his wife's head, then guided his ridged dick into Rachael. Her view was perfect. She could see right between his legs to his plunging dick, his ass clenching and unclenching as he drove himself into Rachael. She watched as Megan's tongue traveled over her pussy and his dick. Rachael's loud moans proved she was enjoying it. 


The Traveling Wizards Ch. 02



Meric woke to his wife's hand on his dick. Her delicate fingers were lightly stroking the underside of his semi-erect cock. His eyes drifted open. Megan's dark red hair spilled across his chest. 

"Mmm, Didn't you get enough last night?" he asked.

"I only got it once, remember?" She lifted her head and her gray eyes flashed. "That lustful little thing got most of it. I want more."

"And tonight is not going to be enough for you?" He already knew the answer but had to ask the question anyway.

"No" 

So saying she moved down his body, her warm talented mouth soon bringing him to full attention. After administering a wake up kiss to his dick, she rolled off of him and onto her knees. She thrust her ass in the air and wrapped her arms around a pillow, burying her face into it.

"Come on, big boy... Come please your woman." Her ass wiggled saucily as she said this. 

Meric got onto his knees behind her, grabbed her hips and, without seeming to aim, thrust himself balls deep into her already wet pussy. By the Gods! he thought, as he sank into her slick, silky canal, I love my ever-horny wife. 

Holding her hips, he started to rock, sliding his cock back and forth. He noticed her arms stretching above her head, placing her hands flat against the headboard. Bracing herself, Megan started to push back, trying to get as much of her husband's dick in her as possible. They rocked in unison for a few minutes, Megan experiencing a mild climax in the process. Then Meric pulled out and rolled her over onto her back. He placed her feet flat against his collarbone, his hands behind her knees, and leaned forward a little so that he was driving downward into her. Pushing down on her body, he started her bouncing on the bed, causing her pussy to slide on and off his dick with little movement on his part. Once he got her into a steady rhythm he started to move his hips. Down as she came up, up as she went down. This caused the head of his cock to rub against her special spot. Also caused him to bury his dick as far as it would go, then withdraw it to the very tip of the head. These long, powerful strokes brought Megan to release quickly. One after the other, her orgasms broke upon her, leaving her shuddering and breathless. Then she felt his dick start to swell and begin to throb. Hard and deep he drove his cock into her, then with an extra hard slam, he buried it deep. She felt it pulse as his seed spewed out, coating her inner walls. 

After he stopped twitching he rolled off her onto his side of the bed. She put her legs down and stretched. Rolling over, she kissed him on the forehead.

"Now that was a wake up call, honey. I am going to go clean up, want to join me?" With that she got out of bed and headed to the bathing room.

Feeling refreshed and wide-awake after that vigorous fucking and the bath, Megan followed Meric into the dining hall. Breakfast was laid out buffet style along the wall, then sit wherever you like at the long tables. No jugglers or minstrels this morning, only servants, visiting nobility and the King were present. There was no standing on rank for this meal just sit, eat, then go on about your day.

Megan grabbed some ham, bread, a hunk of cheese and a goblet of ale, then sat down next to Meric to eat. Right as they finished their food, and drank the last drop in their glasses, a servant tapped them on the shoulder.

"His Majesty requests your presence at the head table." 

Wiping their mouths and dusting off their hands, Megan and Meric followed the servant to the throne-like chairs positioned in the center of the head table.

King Brent leaned back in his chair as he watched the couple approach. Such lovely red hair, he mused, and a body to match. Wonder if she would go for a tumble between the royal sheets. Probably not, he decided after seeing her lay her head on her husband's shoulder, what a shame. Megan felt his eyes on her and grinned to herself.

"My wife tells me you have traveled far from your homeland," Brent asked as they bowed before him. "Is this true?" 

"Yes, your Majesty," Meric replied.

"You must be weary of the road then. Why don't you stay a few days before resuming your journey?"

"Your Majesty is too kind" Megan curtsied with her eyes demurely on the floor. "But we really must continue onward."

"Nonsense, stay... wash the dust from yourselves and relax for a few days, I insist." Brent stood up and settled the robe of office around him. "Now that that is settled, I have other business to attend to. Please make yourself at home. You are free to go where you wish about the castle." With that, strolled off with his Steward at his shoulder.

"Well," Meric asked. "Shall we explore?"

"Oh lets," Megan replied in a husky voice.

Later in the afternoon Megan and Meric walked arm in arm through the garden maze. It was really quite lovely, with head high hedges forming a simple but elegant maze and mini-streams crisscrossing the pathways. Small alcoves containing low benches were scattered through out the garden. The streams collected into a pool in the center of the maze, with a gazebo built up in the middle. The water was clear and cool as the couple strolled across one of the four bridges connected to the tiny island.

"This is beautiful," Megan exclaimed. Meric just patted her arm and they continued on. "Oh, look at this." She tugged on his hand leading him to one of the alcoves hidden among the hedges. It had vines artistically hung to act as a curtain, between them and the twists of the pathway; it offered some mediocre privacy. Inside was a low padded bench straddling one of the smaller streams, allowing one to sit and soak their feet in the cool waters.

Megan pulled Meric inside and sat on the bench. It was low enough to place her face level with his crotch, maybe a little lower. Looking up at him, she got a mischievous look in her eye and an evil grin on her face. Tilting her head forward, she opened her mouth and nibbled on the lump in his breeches. 

"Not again!?" Meric growled in mock anger. "You are insatiable."

"That's why you love me" By this time the lump had grown larger. His cock was now clearly outlined by the thin cloth of his breeches. Megan reached up and undid the points of his trousers and forced them down to his ankles. He cock was hard and proud, bobbing before her. It curved slightly toward the sky as she gazed lustfully upon it. 

With the tip of her tongue she lightly traced the large vein on the underside of his dick. From his cock head to his balls, she ran her tongue, leaving a shiny trail in its wake. Her hand came up to grasp the base as she swallowed half of it in one gulp. Sucking as she came up, tongue twirling as she went down, Megan settled in for the fun.

King Brent wandered absently through the garden. His morning business had been quickly taken care of and he was deciding whether to go out riding, or organize a hunt. In the back of his mind was the thought of tonight's enjoyment as well. Should he corner that lady-in-waiting from last night? Or try his luck with this fiery stranger from afar? He would rather have his estranged wife, but that had just gotten too boring. That lady-in-waiting had been fun, even if she had just lay there. At least her and the two maids before her were something new, something different. If only he could find excitement in his wife again.

As he was about to round a corner, something caught his eye and made him stop. There, just ahead of him, was movement. And now that he had stopped he heard sounds coming from the same area. He moved forward slowly and silently, as if he was stalking a deer. Some trick of the pathway allowed him to get right outside the vine curtain without being seen. The scene in the alcove resolved itself for him... why it was that redhead, naked, bouncing on her husband as if he were a horse. A closer look showed him what they were doing. She was riding his cock, and enjoying it from the look of things. He felt a stirring in his loins as he watched her breasts bounce with her strenuous movement. He reached down to rub his growing cock, watching this lovely vision impale herself on her husband's pole. With quick movements he freed his raging hard-on and began to lightly stroke it. He stroked faster when she got up, turned around, and positioned herself facing away from Meric's head. With a forceful thrust, she once again buried his dick back into her needy hole, and resumed her furious pounding.

During this time, unbeknownst to him, Brent had drifted closer to the couple. Closer than he intended. Close enough to touch. He was startled when a hand other than his own grabbed his dick and tugged him forward. Caught off guard, he had no choice but to move the few steps into the alcove. Brent almost cried out when something warm and wet engulfed his dick. He looked down and he could see her red hair flying and her ass still moving as she started working on both of them. The sensation was intense. He had never felt anything like it before in his life. One of her hands came up to play with his nuts while the other grasped the base of his dick and started to move with her mouth. With unusual swiftness he felt the tingling in his nuts. He opened his mouth to warn her, but was too late. At just the right time Megan removed her mouth but continued her hand movements, milking he cock. With a powerful blast, Brent spent his seed on her face and chest. At the same time, Meric let out a groan signaling his own release. Brent watched as Megan's eyes rolled back in her head and her body quiver its way through an orgasm.

When the shivering stopped, Megan looked up at Brent. One hand came up to her face and started to wipe up his cum. With a satisfied look, she popped her sticky fingers into her mouth.

"MMMMM," she moaned, sucking them clean. "Sire Seed... tasty."

Her other hand never stopped working his dick, as she quickly cleaned off her chin, neck and tits of his spent seed. Brent was surprised to find himself hard again after only a few minutes of her administrations. He almost cried when she quit, but he saw Meric get up, and watched Megan crawl onto the bench toward him. Her upturned ass wiggled with her movements, drawing his eye to her red-rimed pussy peaking out from between her thighs. His eyes widened when she took Meric's dick into her mouth, even though it was covered in her pussy juice and cum. The only sounds in the alcove were the slurping noises she made on Meric's dick. Then she stopped, looked over her shoulder and said.

"Well, don't you want to fuck me?" She then turned back to what she was doing. 

Brent moved over to her, straddling the low bench she was kneeling on. Taking his cock in hand, he positioned himself at her opening. With one smooth motion he sank in to the hilt. 

When Megan felt his balls slap her clit she reached and grasped the edge of the bench. Then she started to rock, sliding her pussy backward onto the royal cock, then forward to force Meric's down her throat. Back and forth she worked her body, loving every minute of it... only one thing was missing. Bracing herself on one hand, she slid the other between her legs and started playing with her clit and the king's balls. 

The three stay like this almost half an hour. Never saying a word, just moaning and grunting their pleasure. Megan experienced several climaxes during this time. Then, as if they had rehearsed it, Meric grabbed her head and Brent her hips and both men began to thrust harder into her. Megan felt the royal cock begin to throb as the king's grunts grew louder and more forceful. 

Brent was in heaven; he had never felt such a warm, wet, talented pussy. Megan seemed to milk his cock with the walls of her love canal. Her muscles pulsed around his dick with every stroke. Once again he felt that tingling sensation in his balls. This time he did not stop, but pounded his way through his second orgasm of the hour. 

The feel of Brent's cum coating her inner walls sent Megan into the biggest orgasm of the day. Wave after wave of pleasure rolled through her body. Her moans of ecstasy caused Meric to lose his own control and he began to spew his cum straight down his wife's throat. The three moaned and groaned, shook and shivered through their release. 

Gasping for breath, Brent stood there on trembling knees until his shriveling dick popped out of her hole. He then watched his own seed bubble out and dribble down her pussy lips to land on the padding below. Realizing where he was Brent hurriedly did up his breeches and all but ran from the alcove.

"Well, that went better than expected. Except for the end. Why do you think he ran away?" At this time Megan was re-lacing her blouse while Meric refastened his breeches.

"I don't know," Meric answered as he adjusted his shirt. "But our plan is going great so far." 



The Traveling Wizards Ch. 03



King Brent hurried through the corridors to his room. So preoccupied by what just happened he did not even notice his oldest son, Blake, try to get his attention. Once in his rooms, with the door closed and a glass of wine in his hand, Brent replayed the events of the last hour in his head. First he watched them have sex in a most unusual way. Then while she was doing this, she put his dick in her mouth. AND ATE HIS SEED! Then she let him fuck her, also in way he never tried before while doing the same thing to her husband. Who were these strangers from afar? Where did they learn these unusual customs? These thoughts and more rolled through his head as he sat there waiting for dinner.

Blake, Crown Prince and Heir Apparent to the throne of Salzia, frowned as he watched his father rush by. At twenty-two, Blake stood a good six feet one inch tall, only an inch shorter than his dad. His body was lean and muscular from his active life. Hunting, riding, and sword training filled his day, as studies in politics, arithmetic, reading, and writing filled his night. He wanted to catch his father before dinner to tell him that Prince Calvin, from the neighboring kingdom of Kaete was here. Blake's sister, Princess Celeste, has been betrothed to Calvin since she was five and he seven. With her turning eighteen a few months ago, Calvin was paying a state visit to finalize the arrangements. The two kingdoms were close, and the royal families already tied by blood. Blake's great-great-great-grandmother was the third daughter of the then King of Kaete. But those ties needed to be refreshed every so often; thus the Celeste and Calvin marriage.

Turning toward the Great Hall, Blake caught sight of the two guests. Meric and Megan, he thought their names were. With her blouse half laced and her hair mused, the red head cut quite a image, while Meric moved with the grace Blake had only seen on master swordsmen, but his build was anything but. As they walked past, talking in low tones to each other, Blake turned his head to follow them. Megan's skirt was sewn tight in the seat, causing the fabric to stretch across her ass. Her smooth stride made her ass sway provocatively as she walked. Blake's eyes could not help but follow. He looked up, straight into her gray eyes. Oh no, she had caught him looking at her ass. He was worrying about what she would tell his parents when he saw her smile at him, then wink as they rounded a corner and vanished from sight. Now what was that about, he thought as he continued towards the Great Hall. He decided to put it out of his mind and worry about it after dinner.

Princess Celeste waited in the library for Prince Calvin. She absently rubbed her right knee. The Master-at-arms caught her brother William a fetching blow during practice this morning and it was still hurting. Their special bond let her to know this.

They had always had this bond. From an early age they could usually tell what the other was thinking and share in strong emotions. Plus they shared some physical feelings as well. Sure made it interesting when William first started sword practice at age seven. But she got even when she turned thirteen and started having her moon flows. Now, at eighteen, the royal twins were long since friends and companions in mischief and mayhem through out the castle. 

As a second son, Prince William was being trained to take his place in their brother's court. Maybe even as Royal Steward, second most powerful noble in the court, when Blake took the throne. If something happened to the current steward, he might assume the role early. As such, he was being trained in diplomacy, politics, etiquette (even beyond what they were all taught), and the several languages of the Innerwaters Sea. 

Celeste, on the other hand, was to make a good marriage to a prince of a near by kingdom to better the relationship of her kingdom and the other. For this she was taught embroidery, sewing, castle management, and other quiet lady-like pastimes; in other words, all the boring stuff. She was lucky in one way; she actually liked the prince chosen for her by her parents. That was more than she could say for her own parents. True, they did love each other. But lately they had been estranged from each other. Her father taking his separate rooms, seeming to bed anything with a skirt and her mother mopping around the castle unaware of what was going on. Though the Queen did seem distracted today. Staring off into space with an odd smile on her face. Or giggling to herself over her embroidery for no apparent reason. What was it with these strangers? She had caught her mom staring at them from a doorway all during breakfast this morning. Maybe she was aware of what her husband was doing and doing a little of it herself. The man, Meric, was good looking, but Celeste liked them dark and muscular, like Calvin.

Celeste looked up as she heard the door open. There he was, the man of her thoughts, the man she was going to marry. He looked good in his rustic red tunic and warm brown breeches. His light brown eyes and soft lips brightened an aristocratic face, framed by his dark hair. That mouth curled into an easy smile causing her heart to beat a little faster; and butterflies to start flutter in her stomach. Another feeling, relatively new, joined them, a warm sensation in the pit of her being. She knew all about what went on between a man and a woman, and she wanted to learn more with the man standing there in front of her right now. She was a Princess, a lady born and bred to respectability and honor. So she would wait until their marriage as was proper. But, ooooohh how she wished she could have it now.

"We have an hour before dinner. What would you like to do?" Calvin asked his soon-to-be bride.

Celeste got up, waked over to him, put her hands on the back of his head, and pulled him into a deep kiss. Kiss was ok, she thought, as long as it stays just kissing. A few moments passed in silence as they made up for lost time apart. Finale they broke for air.

"I can handle doing this for an hour, how about you?" Calvin asked.

For an answer, Celeste pulled him back into another long kiss. It has been too long, he thought; then lost himself in her lips.

Gwen paced in the antechamber off the Great Hall waiting for he husband and kids to arrive so that they may enter the Hall together as was proper. Her maid, Rachael, stood quietly in the corner watching her. Every now and then, Gwen would glance over and once again see Rachael's naked body, writhing in passion between the bodies of Megan and Meric. Then she would blush remembering her own response to the scene.

The sound of the door from the corridor opening brought her to a halt and she turned to see Celeste and Calvin quickly drop each other's hand as they came through the doorway. Celeste walked over to give her mother greetings. She kissed her mother on each check while giving her a brief hug.

"Mother, will Father and the boys be joining us tonight?"

Before Gwen had a chance to answer there was another commotion at the door. Followed by Brent, Blake and William entering with Brent's valet, Michael. Without a word, Brent settled his robes around him, and headed for the door leading into the Great Hall. Gwen walked beside him on his right; Blake fell in behind them, followed by Celeste and William with Calvin bringing up the rear.

The Royal Family and guest walked straight to the Head Table. King Brent and Queen Gwen taking to two throne-like chairs in the middle, Blake on his father's left, with William on his mother's right. Celeste and Calvin sat themselves on the far side of William, leaving the two chairs to Blake's left open. As soon as the King and Queen sat, the rest of the hall sat with the rustle of cloth and scraping of benches. Once everyone was settled servants appeared from side doors laden with trays and platters of food. Pitchers of wine, ale, brandy, and cordial appeared as well. Everyone set to with gusto; dinner conversations started up everywhere but the Head Table. If anyone had paid attention, they would have noticed Queen Gwen constantly glancing in the direction of the traveling couple. With furtive looks toward her maid behind her as well. King Brent, on the other hand, looked exclusively at the woman, Megan. Even the Crown Prince would glance her way some times.

All through dinner, Meric and Megan kept to themselves, talking to others just enough to be polite. After the minimum amount of time passed to allow them to leave politely, they got up and went to their rooms.

Megan walked swiftly through the door followed by her husband. Heading directly to the bags in the corner, she picked one up and went into the bedroom. Once there she opened the bag and began to remove various leather straps with buckles, and odd shaped devices made of wood, ivory, and metal. Some of the straps she fastened to the four corners of the bed frame. Others she left in a pile next to the devices. She then removed two glass vials and set them next to the pile of straps. 

"Well, looks like you have everything ready in here," Meric's voice stated from the doorway. "The only thing left is to get ourselves ready." With that, he headed toward the bathing room and its sunken tub. Soon after drawing the water, Megan joined him.

"So who do you think will show up tonight? Just Rachael, or the Queen too?" Meric ventured, as he soaped his body in preparation for tonight.

"Rachael will be here, no doubt about that. And I believe we have intrigued her Royal Prudeness as well. So she will be back at her peephole too. How are our plans for the Princess and Princes going?"

"I believe those are shaping up nicely. I will let you know more after tonight."

"Good," so saying, Megan got out and began to dry herself off. Meric soon followed. 

"Dinner should be about over right? And another hour and a half before Rachael is done with her duties?" That last part was muffled as Meric drew his shirt over his head.

"I don't know, but I think so."

As a matter of fact, at that moment Queen Gwen was entering her own chambers with Rachael close in attendance. She had left as soon as she was able, gathering up Rachael and leaving the Hall.

"I will be retiring early tonight, Rachael," She said on entering the room. "So help me into my nightdress and you will be free to go."

Gwen studiously ignored the pleased look on her maid's face, knowing how Rachael was going to spend her free night. A flush of guilt and excitement swept through her, because she knew she would be right back at the hidey-hole watching the entire thing. 

She chose the flimsiest nightgown she owned, and decided to forgo the underthings. After Rachael helped her dress and brushed and braided her hair for the night, Gwen climbed into the bed. But as soon as Rachael shut the bedroom door, she was right back up, grabbing a overcoat to cover her nightdress should she come across anyone on her way to the guest quarters. She quietly opened the door and peered out. She was just in time to see Rachael slipping out the other door. Gwen rushed across the sitting room, and once again cracked the door just enough to see. There, about to round the corner was Rachael. Waiting until she was out of sight, Gwen slipped out and started to follow her. 

Look at that little slut, she thought as she hurried to keep up with Rachael but also staying out of sight, she just couldn't wait to get back to them. It is improper! Then she thought about what she was doing this night, and felt her anger go. When they reached the hall with the guestrooms, Gwen did not wait to see if Rachael actually went in, but quickly went down the connecting corridor to the secret door. Because of this she missed Rachael's greeting at the door.

Rachael knocked timidly at the door and waited nervously for someone to answer. She had a lie ready to tell if anyone came down here and seen her. Luckily she would not need it for at that moment Meric opened the door and gestured her in.

"Go on into the bedroom Rachael, Megan is waiting." After saying this he tuned to head out of the still open door.

"M'lord, you will not be joining us tonight?" Rachael asked with a note of regret in her voice.

"No, my dear, I have other plans." He went out and closed the door, stopping any reply Rachael might have made.

With nervous anticipation, Rachael went through the door into the bedroom. There she found Megan waiting wearing a simple sheer robe. At her side a table was setup, with most of the 'tools of the trade' that had fallen out of the bag yesterday morning arrayed across it.

"Ah, Rachael. Just in time for our little fun to begin." Megan greeted her, walking over to kiss. And not a just a peck on the cheek, but a deep, tongue twining kiss that heighten Rachael's passion. After a few moments Megan broke the kiss to speak.

"Lets get you out of these cloths and onto the bed."

With Megan's help, Rachael was soon naked and on her back on the bed. Then Megan, starting at one corner, brought out the straps she had placed there earlier and secured Rachael's arms and legs to the bed frame. After she was finished, Rachael was lying spread-eagle on the bed with very little room to move.

"W-What are you doing, m'lady?" Her voice trembled with a touch of fear.

"Now don't worry your pretty little head. Nothing I do will hurt you. I promise. Now to get things started right." She picked up a blue vial from the table, removed the top, and with precise care placed one drop on each of Rachael's now hard nipples. Using her free hand, Megan spread Rachael's pussy lips to expose her clit. She carefully dribbled three drops onto it, letting them run down Rachael's slit to pool in her hole.

"We will just let that begin to work while I explain what these other things are for." She picked up one of the tools off the table. It was about seven inches long, maybe as much as three inches around and looked to be carved from a block of ivory. One end was a little fatter than the rest of it, and as Megan brought it closer, Rachael saw it had other bumps and bulges carved on it. Rachael soon realized that it looked a lot like a man's dick, with a swelled head and veins carved on it.

"We called this a 'tool of the trade' yesterday. We also call them toys. But where we are from they are named dildos and are used to by a woman who does not have a man or does not want a man at the moment. And tonight, you lucky girl, I am going to use all of them one you."

Rachael's eyes widened a bit with that last part, for on of the dildos was so big she doubted she would be able to wrap her hand completely around it.

"Now, how is that oil working, hem? Starting to feel the tingles yet?" Megan chuckled a little.

Now that she had said something, Rachael began to feel the fore-mentioned tingles. Once she turned her mind to them they seemed to double in intensity. She so wanted to rub her thighs together to possible stimulate her clit, but the straps prevented this. She closed her eyes, threw her head back, and moaned in frustration. Then something shockingly cold touched her clit. Her eyes snapped open to see Megan beginning to run the head of the ivory dildo up and down her slit, spreading the tingling oil further around her pussy lips. Using a circular motion, Megan began to press down harder over Rachael's swollen clit. A little harder and a little faster she moved the dildo. Then sensing Rachael on the brink of release, she backed off, leaned down and blew cold air over her entire pussy. 

The sudden stop of stimuli caused Rachael to slowly fall back from the brink. When she was calmer, Megan returned the dildo to her pussy. This time Megan inserted just the head of it into her, pushing the ever-present oil inside her as well. That maddening tingle spread slowly along her inner walls, as Megan pushed more and more of the dildo into her. Megan set up a slow and steady rhythm. Not enough to let Rachael climax, but more than enough to cause her passions to build.

All this time, Queen Gwen had watched from the secret passageway. She had let her overcoat slip off her shoulders and onto the floor. Whether it was the slight chill in the air, or her own building excitement, her nipples were hard and pressing against the silk fabric of her gown. Her hand was already in her crotch rubbing her clit through the near transparent cloth. The silk felt good on her clit and the more she played the wetter the silk got. The wetter it got the rougher it became and the better it felt on her clit. Between the rough cloth and the scene in front of her, she fast approached her first orgasm. A few more moments of her hand movements brought her to her climax. She shuddered her way through it and then once again turned her attention to the room on the other side of the wall. She now heard Megan's voice...

"So, do you want to cum, my little slut?" Megan asked while continuing to move the dildo in and out of Rachael's sopping wet pussy.

"Yes!" Rachael moaned.

"What will you do for me if I make you cum, huh? What's in it for me?" 

"I'll do anything you want, anything you command, just let me cum please!"

"I will hold you to that." Megan's head swooped down and fastened her mouth over Rachael's sensitive clit. With furious licks, and harder strokes of the dildo, Megan brought Rachael to the brink, and over it. Megan never slowed down as Rachael screamed her way through the first of many orgasms.

"That was nice," Megan murmured as she removed the dildo, licked it clean, and replaced it on the table. She picked up the smallest one there, a metal one only three inches long but just as thick as the ivory one. "Now for this one." 

Megan uncapped the green vial sitting next to the blue one containing the oil. Inside was a clear, thick liquid. Megan scooped up a dollop with two fingers, and began to spread it evenly over the metal dildo. Once it was thoroughly coated, she set it back on the table, and moved over to the bed. From off the floor she got one of the pillows that they use to sleep with. With unusual strength in a woman, Megan lifted Rachael's ass and placed the pillow under her, causing her private area to stick further up in the air.

She then grabbed the dildo off the table and settled her self in between Rachael's out stretched legs. With the gel still on her fingers, she started playing with Rachael's asshole, spreading the gel around and even it and even inside it. She then brought the dildo up and slowly inserted it into Rachael's tight ass. With slow smooth strokes Megan worked the dildo all round her rear walls, stretching them out little by little. She then moved her head up a little ways to begin licking her clit, helping speed up the relaxing process. Soon the dildo was gliding from tip to hilt without any problems. With a forceful stroke, Megan left it buried in Rachael's ass. She got up and went back to the table. She reached into the pile of leather straps and came up with what looked like two identical straps. When she returned to the bed, Rachael's writhing had managed to push half the dildo out of her ass. With sure fingers Megan attached the strap to the dildo, and wrapped them around Rachael's thighs, now, no mater how she moved, Rachael was unable to force the fake dick out. Megan again approached the table.

Gwen watched in fascination as Megan began to buckle and fasten leather straps around her own crotch. Then she picked up another of the metal dildos off the table, and with some trick Gwen could not see, attached it to the straps around her hips. When she was done she stood there for a moment; it now looked as if Megan had grown a metal dick of her own. She reached for the green vial and spread more of the gel on the new dildo. With an evil grin on her face she returned to the bed where Rachael lie helpless and at her mercy.




The Traveling Wizards Ch. 03



Gwen's hand had continued its actions in her crotch this whole time, and she was working on another orgasm. Then she gasped in shock as she felt a pair of hands grab her breasts from behind and an obviously hard dick press into the cleft of her ass. She felt a breath on the back of her neck as she heard a voice say,

"Good evening, your Majesty. No don't turn around, just watch what them please each other as I please you in turn."

The hands then started to massage her breasts, their fingers rubbing the silk fabric across her hard nipples. A slight movement of air was her only warning as a pair of lips began to kiss her neck and shoulders. One hand dropped from her breast to replace her own on her pussy. Talented fingers soon had her cumming again. After coming down from her sexual high, the stranger moved her hands to either side of the peephole. Then pressing slightly in the small of her back he had her arching her ass into his crotch, forcing his dick between her thighs and rubbing against her pussy. She felt his foot tap the inside of her ankle, causing her to widen her stance. He then lined up his cock with her hole, placed his hands on her hips, and thrust himself deep into her wanton body.

Obedient to the stranger, Gwen turned her attentions back to the room. She saw that Megan had mounted Rachael and was moving her hips as if she were a man fucking her. By some trick of placement Gwen was able to see everything. Rachael's pussy lips stretching wide to accept the metal intruder, the clenching of Megan's shapely ass as she thrust over and over into the randy maid, and Rachael's thigh muscles quivering through orgasm after orgasm. Her own body was starting to quiver as the stranger's thrusting dick brought her quickly to another release. He never stopped as she shook and shuddered, but continued to ravish her body. He didn't seem human, as he continued to pound into her over and over, never slowing, never hesitating, his sole purpose to fuck her into climax after climax. A high pitched scream brought her back to the scene in the other room. Rachael was convulsing as her largest orgasm yet, rolled through her body. After she came to rest, Megan climbed off of her, divested herself of the device, and quickly removed the metal one from Rachael's ass. She placed these things on the table, as she grabbed the last, and largest, one. It was at least a foot long and so thick that Megan could not wrap her hand all the way around it. The dark wood shone as if polished in wax. She placed this huge thing on the bed between Rachael's legs, then climbed on and positioned her ass over Rachael's head.

"Now I am going to untie your hands so that you can please me, as I use this one on you." She then leaned over and released first one hand and then the other. Once that was done she fell forward to bring her face next to Rachael's juice drenched pussy. She reached out and grabbed the base of the dildo and placed the head at the entrance to her hole. With slow pressure and licks to Rachael's clit to help her relax, Megan inserted the toy.

If Gwen had thought Rachael's pussy was stretched to accept the metal dildo, it was nothing compared to what she saw now. The wooden dick seemed to be bigger than Rachael's entire crotch, with no chance of ever fitting into her. But she watched, amazed, as it slowly sank in, stretching Rachael's hole wider and wider. Sooner than she had believed possible, the entire thing was in. If Rachael had screamed or made any other sounds of protest, pain or even passion, Megan's pussy muffled them. 

During this entire episode, the stranger's dick had brought her to not one or two, but four orgasms, one on top of the other. The last one caused her to forget what was going on in the other room and concentrate on the feelings his dick was generating in her pussy. With a savage grunt, she threw her head back and began to push herself onto his dick even harder. 

"Cum, you fucker," she hissed between her teeth. "Fuck me harder, cum in me, spray your seed deep inside my cunt."

Meric was shocked to hear the Queen talk in such a manner, but he hastened to obey. With a savage grunt of his own he slammed his cock into her with enough force to make her cry out.

"Yes!" She screamed, "Oh gods, yes that's it, harder, fuck me harder, I want to feel your fucking cock deep within my pussy. Fuck it harder"

With one last thrust he plunged his dick deep into her hot wet hole and he began to spew wave after wave of cum deep into the transformed Queen.

The feel of his cum coating her walls sent Gwen into an orgasm that seamed to never want to stop. Dimly she heard the girls crying out their own release, causing her orgasm to go on and on. When she came down from her passionate high, she realizes she was once again, alone in the passageway. She did not know who the stranger had been but she had her suspicions. Looking through the peephole, she saw Megan untie Rachael's legs, and curl her up under the blanket. Rachael had apparently passed out with her last orgasm. Gwen sighed in envy. She wished she could experience something like that. Then she grinned; she had just had a really good idea. With that thought in her head, she gathered up her overcoat and went back to her room. The last thought in her head as she drifted off to sleep was tomorrow was going to be a great day. 



The Traveling Wizards Ch. 04



Sunlight shining through her eyelids woke Celeste early this morning. Sitting up in bed, she looked out the glassed in doors overlooking the Twin's Yard. The Twin's Yard was a courtyard positioned between two arms of the castle the guestrooms and Offspring's Hall. It was a modest courtyard containing a simple pond in on corner. A large weeping willow grew on the bank away from the stone walls, forming a shadowed hideaway beneath its branches. Opposite the pond was Celeste's pride and joy. A small hedge-maze with creeping roses flowing throughout the hedge. Only three entrances existed, her door, leading to her balcony with steps into the yard. Williams balcony next door, and on small gate leading to the outer courtyard. No other doors or even windows looked into the yard. Since the twins were 8 this had been their private domain. Under the shady willow they had taken their lessons together, in the pond they had played at "lost on the sea", and no other had ever intruded on them. 

Pulling herself back from memories of yesteryears, Celeste got out of bed and began to dress for the day. To think, some called princesses can't even dress themselves, requiring several maids just to don a simple dress. Celeste smiled to herself. Of course, they never did anything exciting, like riding to the hunt. With her dress buttons done up and her soft boots laced, Celeste stepped out to start her day with some breakfast.

With that weird twin connection, William was also stepping from his room to head down to the Great Hall as well. 

"So did you see..." William began.

"Yes. And the way...?" Celeste answered.

"Yeah, I wonder if..."William started.

"I don't know, but I am sure she did?" Celeste ended.

With their normal closeness they talked back and forth, barely saying three words before the other answered back, knowing what the other was asking. Both had noticed their brother practically drooling over the redhead at the table last night. And whether her husband had noticed and would take offense.

They rounded a corner and bumped into the very object of their discussion. All three fell to the floor. The redhead was the first on her feet hurriedly helping Celeste to hers. She began to briskly dust the princess off.

"My apologies your Highness. I really must start watching where I am going." Megan said demurely. 

For some reason Celeste did not think she was that subservient. Those flashing gray eyes, the almost smirk on her lips and the way she carried herself spoke more of one who is used to others being submissive with her. Plus, if Celeste had not known any better, she would have sworn that the other woman had been feeling her up while dusting her off. She distinctly felt both her bottom and her breast being pinched. Pushing that all from her mind, she stepped back a little.

"That is quite alright. I too, must keep my eyes open in the future." So saying, she whisked by almost dragging William in her wake. Right before rounding a corner, she looked over her shoulder, Megan was still standing there with that smirk firmly on her face, and a challenge in her eye.

Blake exited the door to his own quarters, across from the twin's rooms, with a distracted air. He had slept poorly last night. Images of stormy gray eyes and a well-shaped buttock moving beneath gauzy material haunted him all night. A voice brought him back to the here and now.

"Good morning your Highness," Megan held her head and shoulders back as she dipped into a smooth curtsy. 

Blake's eyes were immediately drawn to the shadowed cleavage shown by the half-unlaced blouse. He could have sworn he saw the edge of her right nipple peeking through the opening. But no, women of her station did not run around without underthings, it must be his over acting imagination.

"Good morning... Megan? Isn't it?" he stammered.

"Yes your Highness. Me and my ... husband, are traveling through your kingdom. Your gracious mother allowed us to stay long enough to wash off the road."

Blake's mind was rushing hither and yonder did she hesitate naming her husband? Was he her husband? Or were they estranged? These thoughts and more tumbled through his head. And he found that he could not tear his eyes from the sight of her pale flesh shown through the laces. With an effort he moved his eyes to her face, where a smirk lingered on her lips. Once again she had caught him looking at something he shouldn't have.

"Your pardon, ma'am." With a hurried bow, he stepped around her and all but ran down the hall. The sound of her rich laughter followed him.

Gwen's eyes followed Rachael's every movement, as the maid helped her into her dress and fixed up her hair. Parts of her plan ran through her head. She decided now was the best time to start. With a deep sigh she settled into her chair. This small shift in position brought her right shoulder in contact with Rachael's left breast. Gwen started to squirm, as if she could not get comfortable in her chair. Every twitch of her upper body caused her shoulder to rub back and forth across Rachael's nipple.  

"Is something wrong m'lady?"

"Yes, this shift itches. Are you sure it is a clean shift?"

"Why yes, m'lady. I got from your wardrobe just before I woke you."

"Well it must not have been clean when it was put away. Help me out of it."

"Yes, m'lady" Rachael reached up and began to unbutton the dress, slide it off her shoulders and held Gwen steady as she stepped out of it. With one smooth motion, Gwen grabbed the end of the shift and lifted it over her head and off. Turning to face her prize possession, a standing mirror taller than she was, Gwen ran her hands over her slightly sagging breast, still tight tummy, and through the dark bush at the junction of her legs.

"Do you think I am still beautiful?"

"OH yes, m'lady. You are very beautiful." Rachael could not help but compare the queen's body with Megan's. Gwen's stomach was slimmer than Megan's and her breast were a touch bigger, but Megan's breast had no sag and she had told Rachael that she trimmed her lower hair. Rachael had been thinking of that ever since Megan mentioned it. She thought of trying it herself. She mulled over these thoughts as she pulled another shift out of the wardrobe. 

"On second thought, it is a warm day. I want to try something I have not done in a long time. I will forgo the shift. Help me back into the dress." The Queen spoke without turning from the mirror.

With her shocked expression quickly hidden, Rachael did just that. During the dressing, Rachael could have sworn that the Queen was deliberately rubbing herself against Rachael's hands. As she was adjusting the front of the dress to hang properly, she felt Gwen's nipples harden. Flustered and a little aroused herself, she hurriedly finished the Queen's hair and stepped back.

Under the guise of checking her appearance in the mirror, Gwen watched Rachael. The young maid's face was flush, her breathing a touch heavier than it should be, and her hands twitched, as if they would rather be doing something other than hang at her side. Gwen smiled; phase one had gone off without a hitch, now to setup phase two.

"I will require your assistance around midday. I wish a bath before dinner."

"Yes, your Majesty"

Gwen then left the room to commence her morning duties.

Alone in the Queen's Chambers, Rachael replayed the events of the morning. She still was not sure if the Queen had been deliberately rubbing herself against Rachael's body. Putting the problem out of her mind, she went about cleaning the room. After straightening up, she left the room to head to her own. In the hall leading to the servants quarters, Megan appeared by her side to follow her all the way into Rachael's room. Once the door was shut Megan pulled her into an embrace and kissed her. 

"Remember your words last night, my little sex kitten?" Megan asked, after breaking off the kiss.

"Words? W-W-What words?" Rachael stammered her arousal peak once more.

"That you would do anything I asked if I just let you cum"

"Yes, m'lady, what is your wish?"

Megan leaned forward and began whispering into her ear. Her face showed surprised shock.

"M'lady, I would get in trouble for that. I would lose my position at the castle at the least. And as for the worse..."

"Don't you worry about that." Megan interrupted. "I promise you that nothing will happen to you because of what I just asked. I swear."

A thoughtful look settled on her face; then her lips began to curl into a lustful smile.

"It will be as you command, m'lady"

"Good, I will leave it to you to decide how you will do it. Just make sure it is done." With that, she opened the door and left.

Later that day, Rachael was drawing the bath for Gwen, and thinking of what Megan had told her to do. She was unsure of how she would pull it off, but she knew she would try her hardest. The bath was almost full. The castle boasted an intricate system of pipes inside its walls that carried both cold and hot water to several rooms. It even piped water to the second floor. The current King's ancestor had built the castle and all its special features. The how and why was lost in the mists of time.

A noise in the front room roused Rachael from her musing. Opening the door, she found Queen Gwen walking toward her. Gwen swept passed her and into the bathing chamber. 

"Here, help me out of this." Gwen looked over her shoulder at Rachael. Time for phase two, she thought as Rachael's nimble fingers made short work of her laces. 

Once stripped, Gwen stepped into the bath. She sank into the warm water with a sigh.

"Shall I wash you, your Majesty?" 

Gwen gave a murmur of ascent. Rachael grabbed a washcloth and the bar of soap. Dipping the cloth in the water she began to work up lather. Setting aside the soap, she started washing the only thing above water, Gwen's shoulders and breasts. With soft touches, Rachael brought the cloth down off Gwen's shoulders across the top of her chest, then around the outside of her bust. Rachael saw the Queen's nipples harden as she continued to wash the outer edge of Gwen's breasts. That's never happened before, she thought, I wonder if it has really been that long since the King has touched her. Feeling empowered by her recent experiences with Megan; Rachael began to wash closer and closer to the nipples. Soon she was wiping the cloth directly across the, now rock-hard, nipples. Rachael was lost in what she was doing until the Queen moaned. Rachael jerked her hands away.

"No, please don't stop." Gwen breathed with need in her voice.

With those words having been spoken, Rachael happily went back to playing with the Royal Tits. Forgoing the washcloth, Rachael's nimble fingers started twisting and pinching Gwen's nubs. Rachael had her moaning again in no time. 

Rachael watched Gwen's face as she tweaked her nipples. Lust filled her eyes and passion dominated her face. Letting go of the nipples, Rachael's stood up and quickly rid herself of her clothing, then hopped into the sunken tub with the Queen. 

Rachael completed these actions so fast that Gwen was not even aware of it until the water splashed up and over her breasts from Rachael jumping in. Gwen opened her eyes to see Rachael's head lower to her breast and begin to nibble and lick her now soap free nubs. Gwen gasped in shock and secret joy, when one of Rachael's hands found its way to her crotch. Her fingers began to play with Gwen's swelling clit, hiding between her puffy pussy lips. One finger soon found its way into her slippery hole. A second soon joined it as Rachael's thumb worked her sensitive clit. Between the thumb, the two fingers stroking her hole and Rachael's talented tongue Gwen came to a fast orgasm. Rachael continued her administrations through out Gwen's first climax. Knowing what she was doing to the other woman had started her own pussy to get wet, and her clit to swell. But she figured she would have to wait until later to do anything about that. Therefore she was surprised when she felt fingers fumbling at her crotch. She raised her head to look Gwen in the eye.

"Please, show me how to pay you back for that." Gwen begged in a wanton voice.

Rachael stepped out of the tub, pulling the Queen behind her. Not even bothering to dry off, Rachael led Gwen to the huge bed in the other room. Once there, she laid the Queen out, then climbed on top. She threw her leg over Gwen's head and positioned her own over the bush at the junction of Gwen's legs.

"Now just do as I do, your Majesty, and we will both have fun" With those words Rachael dived into the Queen's pussy. Using the fingers of one hand, she spread Gwen's lips to expose her clit. With forceful swipes of her tongue, Rachael began to eat her Queen. After several minutes she felt tentative probing in her pussy, as Gwen tried to reciprocate Rachael's actions. Rachael slid one finger up slippery hole in front of her to show Gwen what she wanted done to herself. A second soon joined the first. She felt Gwen copying the movements. With her tongue and fingers, Rachael brought her Queen to another orgasm. After settling down from that one, Gwen hurriedly resumed her work on Rachael and had her cumming soon after.

For over an hour they staid like that. Trading orgasms back and forth. Every now and then climaxing together. When their fingers were exhausted and their tongues stiff, Rachael rolled off Gwen and positioned herself along the Queen's left hand side. She pulled Gwen into an embraced and felt herself drifting off to sleep. Then she heard Gwen murmur.

"So, my little pleasure giver, does my pussy taste better than Megan's?"



The Traveling Wizards Ch. 05



Rachael balanced the tray carefully as she knocked on the door. What she was about to do turned her on as much as what she had already done today. While she waited for the door to open, her mind drifted back to the wondrous afternoon spent with the Queen.

"So, my little pleasure giver, does my pussy taste better than Megan's?"

Those words had sent two powerfully but completely different feelings racing through her body. The first was fear of what the Queen would do to her for her behavior with Megan and Meric. The second was pure undiluted lust at the thought of the Queen watching what she did, and confirmation that she had deliberately been seduced this afternoon.

"Well, I am waiting."

Rachael looked into Gwen's eyes. Saw the passion building again.

"You taste... different. You are sweeter, but not ... as wet... as juicy. When Megan climaxes she soaks herself, me, and the bedcovers."

A thoughtful look crossed Gwen's face. "How did Meric's dick feel in your ass? Or Megan's little metal toy?" she asked.

Rachael set up real quickly. "You were watching BOTH times?" she exclaimed.

"Yes, not much goes on in my castle without my knowing." The Queen had a smug little grin. "Now answer the question, how did they feel?"

"Well... It hurt at first. It felt like I was being split in half with red-hot shaft of metal. But Megan's mouth distracted me from most of it. By the time she had brought me to another orgasm his pole felt good right were it was at."

"And her metal toy?"

"Well that one was cold and smooth. And when I climaxed it was something else for my body to clinch on."

"If you were given a chance would you continue having someone fuck you up there?"

Rachael's face settled into a thoughtful pose. "Yes, with someone who can be gentle yes I would."

The talk of sex and the thought of Gwen watching, as she was ravished had Rachael's blood pumping again. She leaned over and began to kiss Gwen's lips, trailing down to her breasts and placing little butterfly kisses on the Royal Nipples...

The sound of the door opening brought her out of her reprieve and Rachael hastily banished the thoughts of what happened after that to concentrate on the task at hand. 

Prince William stood framed by the doorway with the soft candle light from his room casting his face into shadows.

"Your Highness, your wine as you called for." Rachael offered a quick curtsey while still balancing the tray.

"I don't remember calling for wine, but go ahead and bring it in." William stepped back and let Rachael enter the room. The sitting room stretched the full width his suite of rooms. The back wall contained large windows over looking the Twin's Yard. On the right hand wall were two doors, one leading to his own bathing room, the other to his bedroom. The room was slightly disheveled, as if he had been here all day and not picked up after himself. 

William watched as Rachael set the tray on the table then turn and dropped a deeper curtsey. The arc of her back as she dipped down thrust her breasts out. His eyes fell on her cleavage, then widened in shock. Her laces were almost completely undone, and she was not wearing her breast band. William could see the milky white slopes of her breast and the darker circle of her areolas and nipples. He jerked his eyes away as she straightened.

"Shall I pour you a glass, m'lord?" He had never noticed before how husky Rachael's voice was.

"N-N-No, that is ok. I can do it my self." He stammered.

"Yes, m'lord." She turned to head toward the door and knocked a book off the table. "Sorry about that, m'lord." She then bent to pick it up. 

William watched as she bent at the waist keeping her knees locked. His avid gaze followed the hem of her dress as it climbed higher and higher. Unable to tear his eyes away he watched, as her long legs seemed to take forever to come into view. And then he stifled a gasp; there, in the center of her creamy thighs, was her dark-haired pussy lips, poking out and looking... wet?

Rachael smiled to herself when she heard his quick intake of breath. She knew exactly what he was looking at. She had re-hemmed her dress, making the back shorter by several inches, but not obviously so. The thought of him staring at her dark center had her wet with desire. She could feel it trickling out and down her legs. 

She grabbed the book and straightened up. She turned to place it on the table again and caught a look at his face.

"Your Highness, whatever is the matter?" she asked in an innocent voice. "It looks like you've seen a ... Well I don't know what it looks like you've seen, but you have definitely seen something." She then put a look of mock surprise and anger on her face, and exclaimed in a breathy voice. "MY LORD! Where you looking up my... You were starring at my..." 

"N-No wait, I wasn't starring at..."

"OH, what? Am I not good enough for you to stare at? You're a high and mighty prince why would you want to stare at a lowly maid." Sarcasm practically dripped from her voice as she went on. "I have seen you looking at me when you thought I wouldn't notice. The quick glances in the Great Hall, sweeping your eyes over me as we pass in the corridor. And now this... Tell me the truth you were looking up my dress weren't you?"

William was taken back by Rachael's sudden switch from surprise to offended anger. He then hung his head in shame because through out her entire speech he was looking her over. Watching her exposed cleavage heave with each breath, the fire dancing in her eye.

"Yes," he murmured, "I was looking up your dress, and yes, you are worthy of any man's attention, be he lowly beggar or the High King of the Realms."

"Well, about time you realized that." And with those words stepped up, wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled his head down for a deep kiss.

Breaking of the soul kiss, Rachael moved from his lips to his jaw to his neck, leaving a trail of butterfly kisses in her wake. Her slender fingers worked at his shirt laces as she kissed her way down his neck. She stopped long enough to pull his shirt over his head and off. Then she continued to kiss her way down his body. His chest was smooth, almost hairless, skin over muscles toned by sword work. She paused to kiss and nibble his nipples. 

William's breath caught as he felt her teeth graze his suddenly sensitive nipples. A low moan escaped him as she then licked first one then the other. With a small laugh she left his now hard nibs to continue her way down his taunt stomach. A small patch of light blonde hair started just below his navel and disappeared under the waistband of his breeches. 

Rachael stuck her tongue in his navel and then licked and nibbled her way down his happy trail as she undid his breeches and tugged them down to pool at his ankles. This left him standing in nothing but his small-clothes, which bulged in the front from his arousal. Now kneeling in front of him, Rachael placed her mouth over his bulge and began to nibble and suck on it through the cloth. The bulge grew larger and harder under her pleasing actions. After a few minutes of this, Rachael leaned back and with a quick jerk had his small-clothes on the floor with his breeches.

There, bobbing slightly with its release, stood his Royal Staff in all its glory. Rachael took a moment to study it. While not as long as Meric's, by maybe an inch, it was easily thick enough that she would not be able to wrap her fingers around it. She leaned forward and began to place small light kisses on the head, and to swipe her tongue around the shaft. Opening her mouth as wide as she could, she took the head in and applied a little suction as her hands came up and joined the fun. Her right hand came up to grasp the base of his shaft and begin an up and down stroking motion. While her left cupped his swinging nut-sack and started massaging his balls.

Remembering Megan's instructions, Rachael took more of his cock in her mouth and started sliding her lips up and down in time with her right hand. She also started letting her saliva coat his shaft and head making it easier to move her hand up and down his shaft. On her up stroke she sucked in while swirling her tongue around his head. On the down stroke she tightened her lips as hard as she could around his shaft.

William was in heaven. He could not believe the pleasure Rachael was giving him. Her hot wet mouth, her warm strong hand, and her nimble fingers at his balls all worked in unison to bring him to the brink of ecstasy. His breath caught, his stomach tightened and his brain seem to explode as he felt his seed race up his shaft and into her talented mouth. 

Rachael heard him moan and felt his body stiffen. Then his cock seemed to swell even thicker as gobs of his hot cum splattered against the back of her throat. Remembering what Megan told her she quickly started to swallow his thick cream as he continued to flood her mouth with it. Several swallows later she took his rapidly shrinking cock out of her mouth and lapped up the excess cum that had escaped her lips.

"That was incredible," he gasps, trying to catch his breath.

"That, my dear Prince, was only the beginning." Her cum covered lips spread into a roguish smile as she looked up at him from her knees.

Celeste waited nervously for the tap at her door signaling Calvin's arrival. She knew he was not supposed to visit her after dark and without a chaperone either. But it had been so long since their last time together, she just had to hold him. Even though they were betrothed, it still wasn't proper for her to have him in her chambers. Not that she would let anything happen. She fully intended for them to wait until their wedding night. But she missed him so much... A knock on the door brought her out of her circling thoughts. She hurried across the room and cracked open the door. Calvin stood in the pool of light cast by the flickering torch on the opposite wall. 

"Hurry before she comes back out." He whispered, then pushed his way in.

"What do you mean?" Celeste asked.

"I was about to turn into this corridor when I spotted that maid, Rachael, coming from the opposite way bearing a tray. She stopped outside your brother's door. He let her in just now, so I had to hurry to your door."

"What is William doing with the maid in his room at this time of the night?" Celeste's tone was bewildered and slightly offended.

Calvin arched an eyebrow, "Really my dear, he is a young man, and she is easy on the eye."

"HAH, easy on the eye, is she?!" The room chilled a degree with the ice in her voice. "So you have been looking at other girls have you?!?"

"No. How could I with your beauty clouding my mind night and day since we first met?" He stepped up to wrap her in his embrace. "You are the only woman I would ever look at in that way. I swear."

Seemingly mollified she let herself be lead to the couch. Once seated they held hands and kissed and talked about the things they have done while apart. As time passed they talked less and kissed more, until the only sounds heard in the room was their breathing. 

Once she realized that they were no longer talking, Celeste knew they were heading down a road she did not want to travel yet. Breaking of the latest kiss, she stood up.

"Tonight is so beautiful, lets go sit out in the rose garden."

"Sure, my love." Calvin stood and headed toward the door leading to the Twin's Yard.

"I will just get us a blanket to ward off the chill. Meet you on the balcony in just a moment." Celeste then headed toward the door on the left-hand wall that led to her bedroom. Her chambers were the mirror image of her brother's.

The blanket was just a cover for Celeste to check something out. Her bedroom shared a wall with her brother's. Some years ago, the twins had drilled a hole from one room to the other to let them sit and whisper to each other. It was just barely big enough to see through. When they had gotten older Celeste had taken a wall hanging and placed it over the hole. But the last she knew of her brother had done no such thing.

When she entered the room Celeste walked straight to the wall hanging and stepped behind it. There at slightly below eye level was the hole. In their earlier years, their beds were positioned right under the hole so that could talk all night if they wanted too. Now Celeste had to bend down a little to see through it.

With the low lighting and the narrow view it took a few moments for what she saw to resolve itself into a clear picture. Celeste jerked back from the wall with a cry of shock. Then she repositioned her eye to confirm what she saw the first time. On Williams bed were two naked figures. Rachael appeared to be on top of William, riding him. His hands roamed her body, from her shapely ass to her bouncing breasts. Celeste hastily stepped back, grabbed the blanket folded at the foot of her bed, and left. She tried to put the image of what she seen out of her mind as she went outside to meet Calvin.

Hand in hand they walked through the courtyard to the rose garden. They followed the path to the center. Once there they placed the blanket on the ground and leaned back against the bench with their heads resting on the top. Wrapped in the blanket, holding each other they gazed through the branches at the cloudless sky. Watching the stars and the occasional shooting star, they once again settled into a lot of kissing and heavier petting.

Celeste was enjoying the feel of Calvin's hands on her body when the image of Rachael's nude form entered her head. Her brother was up there fucking the maid and here she was letting her soon to be husband only kiss her and feel her on the outside of her clothes. A new feeling swept through her, a pleasant feeling that started in the pit of her stomach and spread out from there. 

Why not do it now she thought, they were going to be married soon anyway... why wait? 

With her decision made, she became more responsive to his hands and lips. Moaning just a little as his fingers moved over her palm sized breasts. 

"Wait" she whisper, pushing his hands away. She quickly undoes her laces and removes her blouse and breast band. "Now touch me... please?"

The moonlight caused her white skin to shine with a silvery glow. Her nipples were dark splotches against her pearly skin. Calvin hesitated before placing his hand on her small pert breasts.

"Are you sure you want this?" he asked in an awed voice. She had always been strict with how far they could go. This was way beyond what she normally allowed. 

"Yes, I want this, I want you, I want it all now. I am tired of waiting."

Celeste could not believe what she was saying. But she had this need inside of her that had to be satisfied; a hunger that had to be fed. A feeling was welling up from the pit of her stomach that cried out to be filled with him, to finally know what it was to be a woman loved. Celeste did not know where this feeling was coming from, but she could not fight it... Did not want to fight; only wanted to be loved right now.

She reached for Calvin's shirt and pulled it up over his head. His hands were roaming her soft flesh, gently squeezing her breasts. His thumbs tweaked her nipples getting them hard and causing little jolts of pleasure to pulse through her body. She reached for the lace-ups of his breeches, only to have him move his lower body back a little out of her reach. Celeste was angry for a moment, but it was swept away when she felt his warm mouth engulf her right tit. As small as it was Calvin was only able to put less than half of it in his mouth. But that was enough. With his teeth grazing her skin and his tongue teasing her nipple, he soon had her moaning loudly with pleasure.

As he mouthed and massaged her breasts she could feel her center melt and start leaking into her small-clothes. Soon she felt his hands roam over her flat tummy heading to the waistband of her skirt. His hand slipped underneath her skirt and small-clothes. Smooth silky skin meet his questing fingers, then the top cleft of her slit. One finger moved along the slit and between the now puffy pussy lips to her wet hole. With a deft twist of his hand, he had one finger in her to the second knuckle and the palm of his hand pressing down on the outside of her clit. His gentle rocking rhythm at her crotch and his warm mouth at her breasts had Celeste reaching heights of pleasure she never knew existed. She could not help but cry out, as her first ever orgasm raced through her body.

William and Rachael lay side by side in William's bed. William still felt amazed at what had happened in the past hour or so...

After taking his cock in her mouth in the main room, she had led him to his bed, laid him down, and proceeded to bring his dick back into readiness. Then she mounted him as if he were a horse, sliding his dick deep into her dripping pussy. She then started a bouncing motion that drove all thoughts out of his head. The only thing he could think about was her touching her body, trying to return some of the pleasure she was giving him. His hands cupped her ass, rubbing and squeezing her soft skin. Then his hands moved up her body to her big breasts. Once there he was at a temporary loss until Rachael's hands joined his. She guided him in massaging her tits and pinching and pulling on her nipples. He soon found the right pressure and rhythm as she started moaning and her body started squirming on his fleshy sword. He could feel her wetness leak out and coat them both as she continued to ride him to her release. He felt her pussy clamp down on his dick as her body spasm its way through an orgasm. That was more than he could take and he began flooding her with his seed.

Now they lay catching their breath. Rachael snuggled up against his side, her hand resting in his crotch; cupping his balls. Rachael sat up suddenly.

"Did you hear that, m'lord?" she asked.

"Hear what?"

"A woman's voice crying out."

"No, I didn't hear anything." So he cocked his head a moment and concentrated on the sounds of the castle. Wait, there it was. Sounded like it was coming from...

"Celeste!"

"What m'lord?" Rachael asked in surprise.

"That sounded like Celeste, come on." He scrambled out of bed, grabbed a blanket to wrap around himself and headed out the door. Rachael trailed behind him with a sheet. She stepped out of the doorway in time to see him walk out onto the balcony. He stood at the rail and beckoned her outside to join him. The cool night air chilled her even through the sheet as she stepped up to the railing of the balcony.

"Wha...?" she began

"Shh, look," he whispered, pointing toward the corner of the yard containing the rose garden.

From this height she was able to see into the center of the rose garden. With the full moon out and without a cloud in the sky, she could clearly see the bench placed there. She could also see what was happening on that bench too.

Celeste lay on the padded bench, beautifully nude in the moonlight, as Calvin crouched over the end of the bench, facing her. This is it, she thought, I will finally get to be a woman. She watched Calvin lift her legs and place her ankles on his shoulders. She then felt the head of his dick press against her swollen pussy lips. With gentle pressure he began to slip his hard cock into her virgin hole. 

The feel of his flesh sliding against her inner walls sent little bolts of pleasure racing up and down her spine. All too soon she felt him bump up against her maidenhood. Calvin stopped moving. He just sat there, letting her get used to the feel of him in her.

"Are you ready, my love?" His voice was husky with desire.

"Yes!" she cried. "Do it now." 

Calvin pulled out a little. Then he grabbed her upper thigh and plunged himself into her. Breaking past the resistance and burying himself into her soft fold to the hilt.




The Traveling Wizards Ch. 06



Celeste opened her eyes and stretched the next morning. She was sore from last night but it was oh so pleasurable. Calvin and herself had retired to her bed, where they continued their fun. Her brother and Rachael were audible all night going about their own pleasure. Then it hit her, she was no longer a virgin. So what if it was to the man she was to marry, if her parents found out she would be locked in a convent for the rest of her days. A little worried, she got up and dressed for breakfast. 

When she stepped out of her rooms, Rachael was just closing her brother's door. She looked toward Celeste, flashed an impish grin and flounced off in the direction of the servant's quarters. Watching the sway of her hips reminded Celeste of her movements last night on the balcony. A flush rushed through her, quickly suppressed when she realized that a woman was turning her on. She continued on to the Great Hall for breakfast.

Gwen picked at her plate all through breakfast. Yesterday's activities with Rachael had help satisfy her, but it also left her wanting some more male attention. She continued to eye Megan and Meric as they ate. She also picked up on her children's behavior. Celeste kept glancing at Calvin, but she no longer blushed with some hidden thoughts. Instead she had a content, knowing look about her. Gwen looked at Calvin. He was also glowing with some inner feeling. The Queen had her suspicions, but after her own behavior, she felt she could not judge her daughter harshly. 

William also seemed more boisterous this morning. Animatedly chatting with Blake. Laughing and smiling more, but he would glance at Rachael where ever she was in the room, smile a small content smile, and then go on with his conversation. Gwen had no doubts what was going on there. She felt a twinge of jealousy, but suppressed it quickly. Jealous!!! because her son fucked her maid, after her own escapades with her. She smiled to herself, what a family we have become in just a few short days.

The matriarch of that family was thinking about how he could get at his lovely redheaded guest again. His actions in the garden kept running through his mind. The image of her nude form, bent over her husband haunted his nights. As he ate he kept his attention on them trying to hear what they were saying. He caught the words "leaving" and "tomorrow". That did it, he had to fuck her once more before they left. Breakfast came to an end, the mess was cleared and the Royal Family left to go about their separate duties.

King Brent strode down the corridor, heading to his office when he caught sight of Megan coming toward him. She walked straight up to him with a smoky look in her eye.

"Good morning, your Majesty," she murmured in a husky voice.

"G-G-Good morning." 

"I was wondering if you could do me a favor, your Majesty."

"Ask, madam and if I can help you I will."

"I was wondering if you could meet me later today for a going away get together?" There was a sensual look on her face as she said the last words.

Brent's pulse started to race as thoughts danced through his head at the meaning of her words. "Where and when, gracious lady?"

"The gazebo in the center of the maze, an hour before sunset?"

"I will be there," he promised. Then he turned and hurried on to his office.

Meric stopped Rachael as she passed him in the hall.

"Here, take this to the Queen." He handed her a note written on a small piece of paper. 

"What is this?"

"An invitation to our last act before we leave tomorrow."

"But what about me?" she pouted. "Am I to be left out of this?"

"No you are not. I want you to meet us at the gazebo in the maze three hours before sunset."

A large smile spread across her lips. "Yes m'lord."

William walked across the courtyard heading toward the stables, on his way to a morning ride. Megan met him halfway.

"Good morning Ma'am," he began politely.

"Your Highness," she said as she curtsied. "I have a message from Rachael asking you to meet her at the gazebo in the maze two and a half hours before sunset."

At the first sound of her low, throaty voice, William's loins began to tingle and twitch. When she mentioned Rachael the activity increased ten-fold.

"Of course I will, but why did she not deliver it to me herself?"

"She is currently busy with your mother the queen, your Highness." The twinkle in her eye seemed to add some hidden meaning to her words. Then with a flick of her hair she turned and walked back into the castle. Leaving William standing there with some troubled thoughts running through his mind.

Gwen rolled over with a sigh, the juices of her maid still trickling over her lips and cheeks. When she opened her eyes she could see her own juices smeared across Rachael's face. It was better than last time she thought, but I still need something long and hard to satisfy me.

"Now... you must be off to your duties before you are missed." Gwen's voice was breathy from her excitement and exertion over the past hour.

"Before I go your Majesty, I promised to deliver this message." Reaching into the pile of clothes next to the bed, Rachael removed the note Meric gave her that morning.

Gwen's eyes widened as she quickly scanned the writing. Looking over at Rachael as she was getting dressed, Gwen wondered if her maid cum recent lover knew what the note was about.

"So who gave this to you?"

"Meric, your Majesty."

"Oh? And do you know what it is about?" the queen asked.

"Only what he told me, your Majesty." Rachael had finished dressing by this time and began picking up the queen's clothes to start dressing Gwen.

"Oh? And just what did he tell you?" The question was slightly muffled as Rachael was pulling her shift down over her head.

"That he asked you to meet him at the gazebo in the maze two hours before sunset."

"And that is all?"

"Yes, your Majesty."

"Very well, you may go now." Gwen finished up her last couple of buttons herself as she said this. Thoughts of Meric's cock running through her mind, she quickly set about getting things ready for the meeting. She only had three hours until the appointed time.

At three hours before sunset, Megan was sitting on a bench underneath the gazebo. Lounging more than sitting really, leaned back on her right hand, the other idly roaming her own body. Her left foot up on the bench; calf, knee, and a good portion of thigh showing from under her dress. The low cut and unlaced collar showed a vast expansion of cleavage to good advantage.

This was the scene that greeted Rachael as she came around the corner from the maze. The look of lazy lust on Megan's face fired up her own. Her breathy gasp caused Megan to look up. When their eyes met the lazy lust was replace by pure wanton desire.

With hastened steps Rachael moved to the bench as Megan was rising. Their lips met in a deep passionate kiss. Tongues dueling between their parted lips. Hands drifted across each other's bodies, fingertips moving lightly over the single layer of cloth they both decided to wear. Low moans escaped both of them as their hands moved to the other's nipples, pinching and tweaking through the clothing. Megan moved first, breaking the kiss and moving her hands to Rachael's shoulders. In one swift move she jerked the top of the blouse down, trapping Rachael's arms at her side and baring her breasts to Megan's hungry mouth.

Rachael threw her head back and let loose another moan as Megan's lips, tongue, and then teeth teased and aroused her nipples to a surprising hardness. Back and forth she moved, leaving trails of wetness dripping from Rachael's heaving chest. Then is a deft maneuver, Megan twirled Rachael around, set her down on the bench and had the hem of her dress up around her waist. Rachael's new position provided Megan with full access to her now dripping pussy.

The sweet aroma of arousal sent Megan's own lust to further heights. Without any more foreplay, Megan attacked Rachael's pussy. Tongue moving in rapid fire strokes, fingers probing and penetrating, lips tugging and pulling, Megan quickly pushed Rachael over the edge. Rachael's release was short but powerful, juices gushing out all over Megan's face. The orgasm rolled through her body, causing her to clench her thighs around Megan's head. When the tremors subsided in Rachael's legs, she released Megan's head and settled back on the bench. Once released, Megan moved up to once again kiss Rachael. This time sharing the taste of Rachael's essence.

"Thank you," Rachael moaned, still feeling some of the effects of the orgasm.

"You are welcome, but we are not done yet," Megan replied. A wicked grin crossed her lips, "My turn now and you better hurry, you only have about half an hour before the rest of the guests start to arrive."

At two and a half hours before sunset, William was about to round the corner to the gazebo when he heard some noises. One was a low breathy moan, a sound he had recently become acquainted with. It was a sound that brought to mind his time spent with Rachael. The other sound also brought images to mind, but they were not clear or fully formed. It could only be described as a wet sound. Both sounds and the images of Rachael brought a fiery lust to life in his loins. He decided to peek around the corner before announcing his presence. The sight that met his eyes rendered him speechless and hard as stone.

First thing he saw was Megan lying back on the bench beneath the gazebo, naked. Her red hair spilled over the end of the bench, her large breasts held up with her hands as she pinched and played with her hard nipples. Her creamy white thighs, glowing in the the light of the falling sun, were spread wide. An equally naked Rachael knelt on the ground between them, her head buried in the fork of Megan's legs.

From his slightly off center angle, William could see Megan in all her glory. He could also see Rachael's upturned ass with her full pouty lips peeking between her thighs. Of the action at Megan's fork, he could see nothing, Megan's thighs and Rachael's long dark hair covered the scene. The wet sounds he had heard were from behind Rachael's curtain of hair.

William found himself stroking his rod through the fabric of his breeches. He didn't know what he should do in this situation, but he knew that wild horses could not have dragged him from this spot. With his eyes roving over her body constantly, it took him a few moments to realize that Megan was looking right at him. When their eyes met, she closed one in a sultry wink. Then her gaze moved down to the obvious bulge in his breeches. Her dainty red tongue appeared between her lips as she licked them in a sensual way. Remembering his night with Rachael, William suddenly knew just what he wanted to do.

Quickly undoing his ties, he walked over to the bench to stand at Megan's head. Her hands came up to grasp his cock. With a forceful tug she drew him down until she could swallow it. The warm wet feeling engulfing his cock sent William's mind whirling. But not enough to make him forget what was going on at the other end of the bench.

From his new position he was able to see Megan's fiery red bush, and some of Rachael's actions. Most were still hidden by the curtain of hair. What he could see almost drove him over the edge right then. Rachael's tongue, the same one she had used on him, was now moving between Megan's nether lips, long flat strokes with lighting jabs to her clit on the up stroke, and deep thrusts into her hole on the down.

The sight distracted him from what was happening to his own cock until Megan's other hand moved up and began to massage his nuts. The was the final straw. With a low grunt, he thrust himself deep into Megan's mouth as he felt his seed spew out the tip. She swallowed the first blast because she didn't have much choice, but she then quickly removed his cock from her lips, and still stroking him, aimed for her tits, belly and thighs.

William surprised himself with several more blast as Megan stroked him through his orgasm. He gazed at her cream covered breasts. Following the trail of his seed down her stomach and over her thighs, he found himself staring into Rachael's horrified eyes. In the instant their eyes met, William noticed the shiny wetness on her face and even a splash of his cum on her cheek. The sight caused his cock to stir even this soon after his release.

"M-M-M-My Lord I wa... mphalll." The rest of what she was going to say was lost as Megan calmly grabbed the back of her head and shoved her back into her pussy.

"Hush wench, and finish what I told you to do." Megan's voice had a stern note to it as she continued to hold Rachael's head in her crotch. "As you can see I am taking care of his Highness's needs, you just take care of mine."

Once she felt Rachael start to lick and suck once more, Megan moved her left hand to join her right that was still holding William's cock.

"Now, you are a young man, I am sure we can get this back into a shape to play with." So saying she returned his cock back into her mouth, licking and sucking him deep. Even with his recent orgasm her talented mouth had him hard and throbbing in a few minutes. When she was satisfied with her work she removed him from her mouth and pointed him towards Rachael's kneeling back end. Go she mouthed to him, she needs you more than I do right now. With that she settled back down on the bench with a moan. 

With cock in hand he shuffled around behind Rachael. Ignoring the small stones that form the paths throughout the maze, he knelt. Placing his knees outside of her legs, he guided his cock-head to her wet lips. Once he had it lined up nicely, he grabbed her hips and in one smooth thrust buried himself balls deep. The impact of his thighs against her ass cheeks forced her head deeper into Megan's pussy. This caused a small orgasm in Megan, one of many Rachael had given her. Then William began to rock in and out.

Rachael was in heaven. Once again she found herself between a cock and a pussy. The sweet tangy taste on her tongue and the hard thrusting velvet in her love canal was sending her to dizzying heights. She too began to rock, thrusting herself back onto William's cock, then move forward to plunge her tongue into Megan's creamy pussy.

Rachael's renewed efforts soon sent Megan on her biggest orgasm of the day. Waves of pleasure rolled throughout her body. Nipples tingling, breath quickening, stomach fluttering as the sensations rocked her body. As she was coming down from her high, she realized she was being watched. Opening her eyes she quickly saw Gwen peeking around the hedge of the maze, watching the three of them in their passion. Giving no notice that she had spotted the Queen, Megan setup, moved out from under Rachael's mouth and leaned in to whisper to her.

"Thank you dear, I enjoyed our last time together. Now stay here and let this strapping young prince ravish you senseless." With a parting kiss on the cheek, she picked up her dress and moved down a different path from Gwen. Not bothering to dress she moved on into the maze for the next part of their plan.

Gwen stood on the path to the gazebo with emotions warring through her head. One one had she was shocked and confused to see her youngest son go from thrusting into the redheaded visitor's mouth to thrusting into the maid's pussy. On the other hand was a rising lust from hearing Megan get off on Rachael's well known tongue, as well as watching her not so little boy obviously pleasing Rachael. Then there was the guilt and disgust as she realized she was getting horny watching her own son. As if with a mind of its own her had drifted down to a slit in the side of her diaphanous dress and into her moist bush. She closed her eyes as her fingers quickly found her clit and set off a small orgasm. A cry of pleasure made her open her eyes.

She quickly noticed that Megan was gone, it was just her son and the maid. He now had Rachael laying flat on the bench as he continued to thrust into her from a higher position. The sight of his cock thrusting down between her tightly pressed thighs brought back the memory of Rachael taking Meric's cock in her ass. Gwen watched as William continued to pound Rachael, his thick pole seeming to disappear between her ass cheeks; though the shiny slickness betrayed which hole it was actually filling.

She didn't know how long she stood there and watched her son pound her maid, but she worked herself to several orgasms. As she was coming down from her latest one she felt hands grab her shoulders and heard a voice whisper into her ear.

"I am glad to see you are on time. Did this little show get you worked up and wanting some action of your own?" She recognized Meric's voice as he set his chin on her left shoulder, nuzzling her neck and cheek.

"Gods yes," she whispered hoarsely as she leaned back against his strong chest. She felt his hands move down her arms, slowly covering her hands with his own. He then gently moved them aside as he took over stroking her clit and lips. As soon as he did not she moved her hand up and inside to her nipples. With a few rough pinches she was able to set off another orgasm.

"Lets go somewhere more private so that I can satisfy your growing needs." Meric picked her up, threw her over his shoulder and carried her to the vine covered grotto.

Megan watched as King Brent strolled out of the castle door and into the maze. Moving quietly and stealthily she followed him. Sticking to the deepening shadows she waited until he was out of sight from the castle before moving up behind him and wrapping him up in a titty crushing hug.

Brent was surprised to feel the slim but strong arms wrap around him, and two hard points press into his back. He grabbed onto a wrist and with a quick tug and twist found himself face to face with Megan. A flushed naked Megan. The two hard points digging into his back were her nipples that topped milky white breasts that glowed almost golden in the fading light. Her red hair looked like a bonfire as it caught the last rays of the sun. The bush at her fork, on the other hand, was a collection of shadows, hiding the sticky treasure he wanted most. Rising up to her tiptoes, she gave him a brief kiss on the lips, then spun away to race into the shadows and deeper into the maze.

Brent hesitated only a second before leaping into pursuit. Even with his long legs and loping run, he could not seem to catch her. She was always disappearing around a corner or fading into the darkness. Then as he came into a patch of light, he found himself at the vine covered grotto that was the site of their first meeting. Suddenly darkness covered his eyes as he felt a piece of cloth pulled tight around his head. He reached up to move it when he heard Megan's voice.

"No, don't touch it. I have something very special planned for you but you must stay blindfolded."

He then felt her take his arm and guide him forward. As king, Brent was used to being in charge at all times. This surrendering to Megan's wishes was new. He felt the vines part as he entered the grotto, then his knees hit the edge of the bench placed inside.

"Ok, I am going to lay back, and put your pleasure sword and the entrance to my sheath. When I tell you I want you to give it to me hard and fast. Pound me with that royal staff." He felt his breeches being undone and then his stiff cock was placed against soft wet pussy lips. "NOW!! Please your Majesty, shove it in hard and fast. I want to feel every inch of it deep inside of me." At the sound of those words Brent had no choice but to thrust forward into a tight, hot, and wet pussy. He felt his balls slap against her pussy lips as he bottomed out in her. His hands moved up to grasp her fleshy globes as he began to move, sliding his dick from crown to base inside this beautiful redheaded stranger.