Yule
songs filled the parlor of the mansion as Laurana watched her guests from the
second story landing. She bent forward and rested her finely shaped chin on one
hand, wishing again that Tanis were here. But he was off on an important
diplomatic mission on the other side of the continent, too far to come home for
the holiday.
As
bad as it was for her to not have him around, it was probably harder on
Gilthas. The boy, now a young man, had so little contact with other people. And
although her son showed no overt signs of affection towards either of them she
was sure that he missed his father.
At
least there were the other boys, all around his age, from the familes that were
guests at the mansion this Yule. She was glad that he at least had the company
of other boys his own age and hoped that somehow they'd become friends. She
turned and walked down the hallway, passing the den where Gilthas spent most of
his time. There were the sounds of laughter as dice rolled and cards were
shuffled and dealt.
Laurana
paused for a second to stand in the doorway. Gilthas sat with his back to the
other boys near the window in a high-backed armchair. There was a moment of
silence as the boys glanced up at her and then returned to their games. She
should stop calling them boys, really, she thought to herself as she turned to
go. They were old enough to become squires for the knights, certainly old
enough to have become strapping young men.
She
glanced over her shoulder and saw a group of them watching her, then ducking
their heads quickly when they noticed her attention. Strange, what were they up
to? she wondered as she smoothed the fabric of her figure hugging red satin
Yule dress and walked away down the hallway. No matter, she thought to herself,
time to relax in the bath before bed.
Laurana
froze at the sound of a hiss of breath behind her. Water trickled in drops down
her golden skin, steam rising from the bath around her glistening body. She
stared forward at the steam covered window of the bath room, trying to make out
any reflection in the misted glass.
Yes,
there, she could see the faint shape of someone crouching in the half open
doorway to the bathroom. She felt her heart race as her mind flew through the
possibilities. A hired killer? A deranged rapist? A simple thief?
Her
keen eyes focused as the figure moved and for a split second she could see the
person clearly. It was no killer, no thief, but one of Gilthas' friends. The
boy, although she wondered if she should really call him a boy, knelt by the
doorway, mouth hanging open as he stared at her naked back.
Laurana's
heart beat furiously in her chest, she knew she should cover herself, yell at
the boy, then speak with his parents about his spying. But the look of raw and
naked lust on his face stayed her. It had been so long, too long since someone
had looked at her like that.
Tanis
still made love to her but with a kind of half-hearted enthusiasm that only was
stoked when she wore her boots to bed. He still loved her, she was sure, but
she saw the way his eyes wandered when they were out. She could see him sliding
his eyes over the rumps of young serving maids and the way he nervously licked
his lips when a noblegirl rode by in her jodhpurs and riding boots.
Would
it be so bad to let the boy have his fun? He, at least, could appreciate her.
Laurana felt herself flushing and raised a damp hand to her cheek as she bit
her lower lip. It wouldn't do any harm and perhaps it would encourage the boy
to come and visit again so Gilthas would have some companionship.
With
an ever deepening blush, Laurana slid back in the tub, her body rising out of
the water. She could hear the boy gasp as her breasts rose from the steaming
bathtub, beads of water glistening on her flesh. He was watching her
reflection, she realized. And was so caught up in her nakedness that he didn't
notice her looking directly into his reflection's eyes.
Laurana
turned her gaze away, she could feel her entire body trembling with a mixture
of shame and lust. She could feel the boy's eyes on her as she lifted her arms
high above her head and stretched, arching her back and thrusting her breasts
forward. Then, hearing the boy groan, she reached down for the soap and began
to slowly, firmly, rub the bar across her breasts. Her fingers kneaded and
stroked her slick skin, her nipples jutting erect as she slid her fingers
across them and gently squeezed them.
Her
breath began to come in pants that matched the boy's as she slid the soap down
and let it drop into the water as her hand slid down between her thighs. Heat
filled her as she spread her legs and leaned back, gasping at the cold of the
bathtub's porcelain as she lifted her legs and hooked her ankles over the edge
of the tub.
Laurana's
breasts heaved in and out of the water, soapy water slipping off them and
splashing as she slid a finger into herself and watched the boy's reflection.
His eyes were as wide as saucers and he was fumbling with his pants. The elf
maiden bit her lip and groaned loudly as she saw him free his cock and begin to
furiously stroke it.
His
lust fueled her's and she leaned back and began to thrust her fingers between
her thighs, her thumb brushing her pearl with each stroke. Her eyes flickered
and closed as she felt herself so close to climax already. Her soft pink lips
gaped open as she gasped for breath, loud moans escaping from her mouth as
water began to splash over the side of the tub with the motion of her rocking,
lithe body.
Laurana
tossed her head back and forth, her hair sending droplet of water flying in
long arcs with the motion. In her mind she pictured the boy stroking himself
but then growing bolder, rising from his place by the door and rushing into the
bathroom. Saw him kneel behind her, mouth pressed against her neck as he
plunged his hands into the water and took hold of her breasts, squeezing and
kneading them with furious lust that demanded to be slaked.
The
elf princess' moans turned to high-pitched cries as she imagined the boy
lifting her and shoving her forward, bending her slick body over the edge of
the tub as he splashed in behind her and knelt in the steaming water, his cock
throbbing and pointed directly at her glistening petals. She wailed as she felt
him push himself into her, one hand grabbing her head by her long golden hair
and shoving it down towards the floor, the other seizing her slick waist and
holding her in place as he furiously fucked her, slamming himself into her with
a lust crazed fury that left her breathless.
Then,
with a wail of pleasure, Laurana shuddered and quaked, the muscles in her
slender legs locking against the tub as she threw her head back and screamed a
climax greater than any she had had in recent memory. She continued to thrust
her fingers into herself, imagining the boy shouting his triumph as he slammed
into her and emptied his seed between her thighs.
Laurana
lay dazed in the now half empty bathtub, staring blankly at the ceiling and
listening to her breathing slow. Her entire body shook as she half rose,
clinging to the edge of the tub for balance, and stepped out onto the sopping
wet bath mat. She felt a wave of shame pass through her as she realized she was
as wet as the bath mat. Then, with a gasp, she glanced over at the door,
half-dreading, half-hoping to see the boy still there, still hard, still ready
to take her.
But
there was no one there, just a half ajar door and a copious amount of seed
spilled upon the floor. With a shudder, Laurana took a hand towel from a rack
and wobbled towards the door and knelt by the seed. Feeling her stomach lurch,
she bent forward, sniffing it and inhaling the musky odor, different from
Tanis'. Her mouth opened ever so slightly and her pink tongue slid out as she
bent ever nearer to the floor, eyes closed and trembling.
With
a gasp, Laurana jerked herself back, heart pounding as she ran a shaking hand
through her soaked hair. She threw down the hand towel and stamped on it with
her bare foot, mopping up the seed even as she struggled to urge to take the
towel and taste the seed still hot on it.
Laurana's
golden hair glimmered in the darkened hallway as she walked slowly through the
now silent mansion. She paused at the guest room where the boys had bunked down
for the night, her heart thudding as she stood and stared at the closed door.
She
could see her hand trembling as she reached out and turned the door handle,
well oiled hinges swinging silently as she pushed the door inward. All was dark
as she slipped through the room, elven eyesight easily picking out the still
forms of the boys collapsed onto their beds around the room.
There,
in the corner, she saw the one who had watched her. Her breath was catching in
her throat as she stood by him then hiked up her silk nightgown, her thumbs
snagging the waistband of her panties as she slipped them down shapely thighs
and stepped out of them.
With
a trembling hand she placed the silken undergarment underneath the boy's
pillow, jumping at every movement or breath she heard. Slowly, with a relieved
exhalation she crept back out of the room and to her bedroom, aware only of the
still burning wet heat between her thighs.