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The
Samur: Chapter 10, A Vigorous Audience (MF
Fsolo toys oral magic) � 2010 Rhys.The.Mage Ch. 1 || Ch. 2 || Ch. 3 || Ch. 4 || Ch. 5 || Ch. 6 || Ch. 7 || Ch. 8 || Ch. 9 || Ch. 10 || Ch. 11 || Ch. 12 || Ch. 13 (or, Meating the White Queen) [1] Samarkand was quite a sight, even for the somewhat jaded residents of the city. Tall and ancient gleaming spires rose to meet the sun. While the architecture was something to be beheld, it was the actual size of the city that most surprised the two visitors from Anora. There was little doubt the sprawling city was several times the size of Kar Tosk. So close to the end of this part of their journey, Rhys and Jillian were riding at the head of the van near Tamaira and Iolan. The two Princess' were wearing armor that was best described as jewelry, appearing to be cast directly from precious metals and decorated with exotic jewels. The outfits were also quite distracting for another reason, and that was that the breasts and pubic areas of the warriors were nearly uncovered. Iolan had explained this was traditional, and not something that would be worn into combat. “Besides,” she had said, “why would you want to damage anything so beautiful?” Rhys was only partly sure she was talking about the armor. Upon entering the city, the troupe made directly for the castle complex in the center. Inside the castle, everyone dismounted and Rhys and Jillian were led off to guest quarters to await the Queen's summons. … Iolan came to them about two hours after their arrival. “My mother will see you an hour before dinner tonight. The meeting will be private, only the five of us.” After Jillian and Rhys nodded, she continued. “She understands your ways are different, but you should not press her on the matter.” “Meaning that Jillian should do all the talking?” “At a minimum. She will allow you to be present, but you must not speak unless you are asked a question,” Iolan said, and Rhys nodded. Iolan nodded back. “That is a good start. Now, there may be, ah, some other things that she requests. Nothing you should find to out of the ordinary at this point.” Jillian sighed aloud. “Is she going to fuck him to?” “She did not say, but my sister and I were quite descriptive of our encounters with the Wizard of Anora.” “The Wizard of Anora?” Jillian said. “The Royal Sorcerer to the Emperor of Kar Tosk of Anora seemed to much of a mouthful.” “I find that hard to believe for the Samur.” Iolan made a show of licking her lips. “Mmmm. Indeed.” There was a brief silence. “I'll leave you two alone now to prepare. You will be escorted to the Queen in a few hours.” . . . After relaxing for a good while, a messenger arrived to inform them it was time to prepare for their audience. As Jillian donned the complicated set of gold and pearl chains left for her by Iolan, she was struck again at the sexual audacity of the Samur royalty. The chains looped around her neck and breasts, dipping down in several levels to encircle her sex and then her legs. The pearls accentuated the different levels, making her near nudity more pronounced, as if that were possible. A loud knock preceded Iolan's entrance. “Good, you are almost ready.” She gave Jillian and her dress the once over, then frowned. “This is not quite right. May I?” Jillian nodded and the Princess knelt in front of her, rearranging the chains that passed between the folds of her sex. “Ooh!” Jillian squeaked as Iolan firmly gripped her clit. The Princess did something else that Jillian could not see and then stood up. The pressure on her most sensitive spot remained. She looked down and saw that one of the chains actually included what looked like a frame, which split her lips even as another part of it fastened firmly on her clit. Iolan stood back to admire her handiwork, then handed Jillian a gauzy dress. “Does that feel right now?” “What is right?” “Ah, well, this particular style of dress is traditional for leaders of the Samur during formal discussions. That it was provided for you is a sign of respect. While we take affairs of state quite seriously, we must never allow ourselves to forget our pleasure. The piece I just fastened for you will be worn by all of the women there tonight, and the main purpose of that is to keep the discussions from becoming too boring or protracted.” “And how will it do that?” “I should just let you find out.” Jillian glared at her, but found it difficult to be angry with the gentle pressure on her nub. “Very well. First there is the simple matter of the bars that keep your lips spread. This will make every slight breeze remind you of your sex. Next, the small clamp will keep your clit prominent, and any movement of the chains will tug on it. Finally, the metal used is a very rare one.” “Really?” “Oh yes, it kind of hums when it is wetted. And, well, you can guess the reaction.” “I move, it jiggles, I get wet, it starts to move. It moves, it gets more exciting, I get wetter, etc.” Iolan smiled broadly. “It is an entertaining way to make conversation short and pleasant. And we tend to bet on who will be first.” “First?” “First to pass out. After all, the process kind of feeds on itself. If you don't remove it, eventually the climaxes will make it impossible to breathe and you it will knock you out. Good to always have someone around to remove it after that since the process will slow but not stop at that point.” Rhys, who had been watching silently, laughed. Jillian turned quickly to look at him, and was surprised at the direct jolt to her clit. “Ooh.” She regained her composure. “What is so funny?” Rhys held his hands wide. He was nude except for sandals and a set of gold chains wrapped around his cock and balls. At Iolan's direction he had shaved himself bare this afternoon. This was good, since the chains might have unpleasantly caught hair had he not done so. Jillian regarded the ornamentation even as Iolan rather clinically inspected the installation. One loop encircled his balls while a a different piece came up between his balls, connecting to the ring just under his cock and separating them. Two more rings were on his cock proper, one at the base and one just under his head. They were made of a stretchy material connecting arced pieces of metal. He was still mostly limp. “This band will do the same as the small clamps we wear. So all you have to do is stay that way and not leak, and you will be fine. Otherwise, well, you may be providing quite the entertainment. Now, shall we go meet my mother?” [2] The chamber used by the Queen for private audiences was lavish, but in a more refined manner than the main hall would have been. There were a number of divans spread around the room, with plentiful food and drink in various places. Luxurious furs and drapes were hung in the room and on the couches. The small party of three, led by Iolan, entered the chamber to find Tamaira and another woman, whom Rhys and Jillian guessed was the Queen, already there and reclined. Each had a small goblet of wine in their hand. Iolan bowed deeply, and the two Anorans followed her lead. All the women were dressed, such as it was, alike. As they stood back up, Iolan spoke. “Queen Kapea, Empress of the Samur, may I present the Lady Jillian and her man Rhys from the Empire of Anora.” The Queen nodded. “Well met Jillian. Please join us.” Once again following Iolan's lead, Jillian took a goblet of wine and sat on the offered divan. Rhys decided he would just stand where he was. He found it surprisingly comfortable to be standing nude in front of four mostly nude women. Oddly, he wasn't hard, but then again the audience had only just begun. “Jillian, tell me, what do you think of your time in the Samur?” the Queen asked. Jillian, whose pussy was soaked after the walk from their quarters, struggled to find her voice. “Empress, your lands and, uh, ways, have proven most mysterious and intriguing to us.” The Queen studied her, then laughed. “How rude of me! I should have realized the walk over here would have affected you so.” She dipped one finger in the wine, then spread her legs and rubbed the liquid on the clamp that held her clit. She closed her eyes and moaned slightly. “Mmm. Now we are even.” Rhys avoided looking directly at the lewd display in front of him by slightly averting his eyes. When the Queen opened her eyes, they narrowed. “Your man is being disrepectful by not paying attention.” When Rhys looked back at her, she had returned her hand to her side. She gestured toward his still limp cock. “That, is the indicator of your attention.” Rhys nodded faintly, then took his cock in his hand and started to rub it as he shifted his gaze from woman to woman. Although Jillian was clearly the wettest, all of their pussy lips were distended and flushed from the effect of the metal. Rhys felt his cock start to respond, despite or as a result of the apt attention of the four women. The Queen looked back at Jillian. “Now then, my daughters have told me you are on the trail of a wizard you think is hiding in my lands, and that this may be connected to the brewing rebellion in the east. Tell me what you think of this.” Jillian recounted the highlights of their battle with the Wizard of Zovoe, and what little she knew from Erdore. The topic of the forest woman was the subject of much conversation, especially since the Samur indicated there were no such spirits in their lands. Rhys moaned as a small drop of precum made contact with the ring encircling the head of his cock. The metal vibrated softly, causing him to flex his cock, which caused more fluid to flow, and kept the ring moving. The feeling was exquisite. Queen Kapea smiled at Rhys, “Now that we have your attention, keep your hands behind your back or at your sides.” Rhys nodded. She turned back to Jillian. “You mentioned two more items that supposedly hold the essence of this slain forest guardian. What are they?” “A sword and a ring your majesty. They are said to hold her will and her sexuality.” The Queen addressed her daughters, then stopped and moaned as a small orgasm washed over her. “You knew nothing of this?” “No mother, this has not come up between us before,” Iolan said. All three of the Samur present looked very concerned. “What is it?” Jillian asked. “I have received scattered reports, from time to time, of attacks on towns by the rebels. They are hard to believe.” “In what way?” Tamaira purred as a climax took her. “They never speak of an army or even a band, just a lone woman warrior who appears and demands men and women go with her. When they do not, she kills the local guard element and then leaves with the people.” Rhys, whose cock was being deliciously vibrated, now noticed all the women, including the Queen, were now noticeably moving their hips, grinding into the divans to rub their pussies even harder. His cock seemed to get harder, if that were possible. Jillian was momentarily distracted by the vibration on her clit as she suddenly knew she was going to have an orgasm. Her breath seized and her thighs clamped together as she came. As the wave finished passing over her, she opened her eyes to find the Queen waiting for her answer. “What else is there to the story?” On a different divan, Tamaira locked her open legs on either side of the divan and squeezed as she had another orgasm. The other four people all looked at her as she crested and then relaxed. “Mmm. Well, as if one woman defeating ten or fifteen at once wasn't enough, there are stories that the warrior is aroused by the bloodletting.” “Is that so different from your own blood lust?” Jillian asked. Iolan laughed, “Perhaps not, but the stories almost lead one to believe this woman is being pleasured by the very act, which is different than how it affects us.” The Queen scoffed. “Magic. I have no desire for it in my lands.” Rhys looked on and felt himself driven by the women's displays and the ring. He sensed he was getting close and there was little he could do about it. His time in the Samur, and his raging erection, made him a little less self conscious about what was likely to happen. As excited as he was, and standing where he was, he figured his cum might actually hit the Queen, and who knew what she would think of that. The Queen tensed up as an orgasm hit her. She held one hand up to signal a pause, enjoyed the crest as it swept her, then shook it off and looked straight at Rhys. “You are doing well. Most have cum by this time. I have heard that you can use a spell to keep this from happening?” Rhys nodded. “Then do so and let me test this magic.” Rhys was quite focused on his cock, but he easily focused his mind and spoke the words to keep him from his peak. At least until one of the royalty nearby touched him with either their mouths or their pussies. He still felt his arousal, but he knew he was unable to cum for the time being. The Queen beckoned him forward. When he came within reach she started stroking his cock. His was dripping freely, and her hand was instantly lubricated as she stroked him. She seemed pleased. “Hmm. We shall see.” She looked up at him as she stroked him. He did his best to continue to look at her. All three of the other women had another orgasm as they watched the spectacle. “I understand you have done some, ah, investigation of how your magic is affected by my daughters?” Rhys nodded. She turned to Jillian. “Tell me of this.” Jillian was panting now, finding it more difficult to breathe as her body prepared for yet another orgasm. “Your family appears to have substantial resistance to magic. Rhys cannot cast anything directly on them, and direct contact with your, ah, bloodline, breaks any spells he casts on himself.” Kapea increased her stroking, Rhys was desperate to cum but did not wish to release the spell until she told him to or took the choice from him. She licked her hand and brought it close to his cock as she stroked him. “Would this make you cum?” Rhys shrugged. He thought yes, but he did not know. All four of the women had another orgasm. Jillian was finding it hard to breathe, and Iolan was arching her back so tightly now as to nearly leave the divan. Tamaira spoke up, breathing deeply in a controlled way and with great effort, “Mother, even with this spell, he came instantly when I took him in my mouth, and also as soon as he fucked Iolan.” “Mmm. This does sound interesting,” the Queen said. Iolan squealed loudly as she climaxed twice in rapid succession, then she collapsed as she lost consciousness. A moment later she convulsed as the clamp drew another orgasm out of her limp form. Jillian clapped and said, “I win!” Rhys was wondering how far this would go before all the women were unconscious. Even the Queen's breathing was getting labored. Tamaira strained against another orgasm and struggled to say something. “Mother, the instant you take him in your mouth he will spend.” She convulsed and continued to breathe heavily, finding it harder and harder to catch her breath. The Queen, in a remarkable display of control, rode out another climax and looked at Jillian. Tamaira climaxed again and lapsed into a mostly immobile heap. Jillian followed quickly behind. The three unconscious women continued to convulse under the influence of the rare metal clamps. Rhys moved to remove the clamps, but the Queen held up her hand. “Let them wait a moment, there is one other thing you should know.” Rhys nodded, she continued. “The descriptions of the warrior with the bloodlust are too close a match for my eldest daughter, and I have not had contact with her in over three months. When you add to that the sword of which you have spoken, well, I am very concerned.” She paused. “Hearing your story today, I fear this wizard has somehow stolen her from me. Will you complete your quest and return my daughter?” “I will find him and kill him. If I can save your daughter, I will do so.” Kapea nodded and rode out another climax. Rhys found her stamina incredible. “My daughters both said I would not believe you could do this unless I tried it myself. So, I have one last command for you.” Rhys nodded. She continued to stroke him, and removed the clamp from her clit with a sigh. “Fuck me. And when you are done, remove the clamps from them so they will not hurt themselves.” The Queen released her hold of him, then stood and reversed her position so she was kneeling in front of him. Rhys moved up behind her, pulling off the upper ring as he did so. Kapea reached back and grasped him with her hand, held him just outside her entrance. He paused, “I have not had shuutra, are not worried that--” “I am not fertile, Magician. That one of the Samur is pregnant is enough at this time. Now fuck me Anoran, then take Tamaira and save my eldest.” “As you command, Empress.” Rhys knew Kapea was soaked, and he knew he would cum as soon as he entered her. He held her hips, and thrust forward with all the lust given strength the last half hour had given him. Rhys had just enough time to register the tightness of yet another royal pussy of the Samur line before the spell did not so much collapse as implode. Once again he felt his orgasm surge through him, akin to a shuutra induced climax, but deeper. Kapea was pleasantly surprised when the Anoran behind her drove into her in one hard stroke. As his cock penetrated her she suddenly felt very clearly the pulse of his cock along its entire length as he flooded her with his spend. She came the instant his cum entered her body, and her orgasm went on and on as long as he pulsed. Kapea, had she not been so thoroughly pleased, would have been surprised to find she felt every single pulse from his cock as he flooded her, just as he felt it. Completely fucked, Kapea slumped forward. As she slid off of Rhys' cock, he shook. Then, collecting himself, he went to each of the women and freed their clits from the sweetly tormenting clamps, then he walked to the door, knocked, and asked the guard to escort him to his quarters before he passed out. [3] In the morning, Tamaira met with Rhys and Jillian to plan their next moves. They knew they had to get back to the Helel, before they made contact with the forces under the direction of the mage and his general from the Royal court, Lanira. Rhys and Jillian were asking for just a little time to complete some much needed arrangements. “Such as?” “After what you and your mother said, and what Erdore told us, we need to get Cyd and Latek here as soon as possible.” “Sid and who?” “Cydonia, Cyd for short, is a dark elf swordswoman and Latek is her sword. It's an, ah, intelligent sword.” Tamaira raised an eyebrow. “Really? How does that work?” Rhys shrugged. “Who knows. What I do know is that the sword is magical, it is intelligent, and Erdore says we should have it if we are to defeat its kin. That can only mean Lanira's weapon.” “Fine, fine. Just how do you plan to get it, her, damn it, them, here in time?” Rhys and Jillian exchanged glances, “We need a bowl of water and a quiet place to work.” … A few minutes later, Tamaira left them alone in the room with their requested silver bowl of water. Rhys gathered his will, focused his mind on an image of his assistant, Gylal, and said, “Pudutage, Gylal, meeles.” He sensed contact with the man, who was so many leagues away to the west. He held the contact until he sensed Gylal was in the laboratory back in Kar Tosk. He released the spell and immediately cast another, “Mutajak, Gylal nagu, kulama, haal.” Gylal's familiar face formed on the surface of the water. “No matter how many times you pull this trick it still amazes me. How is your quest coming along? Must be pretty much normal if you needed to contact me.” “Quite,” Rhys said. “We have need of Cyd's arm, and her blade.” “You do realize that I do not know where she is just now.” “Somehow I have the feeling that you can find her if you need to.” “And when I do?” “She needs to be where you are now in two days. She also needs to carry our two staves.” “Anything else while you are at it? The moons perhaps?” “No, no, this will be all.” Rhys felt something on the edge of his perception, the nature of it permitted only one answer...the mage they were seeking was even now attempting to listen in on the scrying. “Have to go now. Remember, two days.” Gylal nodded and Rhys released the spell. The surface of the water shimmered and the face dissolved. “I assume you felt it as well?” “The sensation of a spider crawling on my scalp? Oh yes. One thing is certain.” “That is?” “He knows we are coming for him.” Next Chapter |