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Subject: RP: Solstice Castle by Trane Ch. 1-7 (MF+ FF con hist)
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Here's another obscure story/novella that deserves to be resurrected.
Posted by the author only twice, it has never been reposted or
completely archived AFAIK, and several chapters are only extant in one
copy on Dejanews. Anyway, it's the story of a young man and his
adventures with the sex-crazed young ladies in a medieval castle :-)
It's also long (~310K). Could do with some spell checking and minor
revision (to eliminate anachronisms), and there's a fair bit of
"mindless sex", but it's fun to read and does have some semblance of a
plot. Unfortunately, the author's email address (trane@teamhbbs.com) is
no longer valid; if anyone has more recent details, please contact me.
Thanks.

Apuleius (apuleius@poboxes.com)


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From: trane@teamhbbs.com (TRANE)
Subject: Re: Solstice Castle (00/14)
Date: 19 Jul 1996 00:00:00 GMT
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   The following fourteen posts set out a fun - but I think sufficiently
erotic - medieval tale of an extraordinary young man caught in the web
of palace intrigue, all the while dallying with the beautiful ladies of
the castle.  Please enjoy.
   If you do not get all fourteen parts, let me know, and I'll repost
whatever doesn't get through in a week or so.
   Enjoy.


   =========
   *=TRANE=*  Author of the story "I Think I Scan", in the new Circlet
   =========  Press erotic science fiction anthology *Selling Venus*


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                    SOLSTICE CASTLE AT SPEYSARD
                    ___________________________

  Of course, if I had tried to gain entry into the Princess'
suite while she was at the Palace at the capital, the King's
Guard would have slice me in half like one of the melons that
Jenar serves to the monks.  But, with the royal family on its
annual visit to enjoy the cool air and the Solstice Festival here
in Speysard, anything was possible.
  The day began routinely. I rose early in my small cell in the
back of the monastery, dressed in loose tunic and pants, and
dashed to the kitchen to help fat old Jenar prepare the monks'
breakfast.  I quickly sliced the fruit and pulled the loaves from
the old brick oven.
  Jenar excused me from clean-up duties, knowing that Beseer had
requested my help at the docks when the royal barge emerged from
the river mouth and sidled up to the pier.  Beseer's usual mead-
sodden old helpers could handle the normal river traffic, but he
appreciated both my youthful athleticism, when twenty or thirty
mooring lines simultanously were being flung from the barge, and
my cleverness with things mechanical, in the event a winch froze
or a pulley broke.  Being an orphan, I was not pledged to any one
guild, and thus had developed skills from the dozens of tradesmen
and craftsment whom I had helped during my seventeen years.
  The crowd at the docks cheered as the huge dark barge with its
gaily colored flags and flapping sails came into view around the
point.  As long as thirty grown men laid end-to-end, the barge
was the technological marvel of all of Vorlan.  Its huge deck
held the green and white canopy in which the royal party itself
was relaxing at the end of its two day journey.
  My eyes swept the deck, for the King was known to bring dozens
of yound maidens down for the festival, ostensibly as servants or
companions for his daughters.  Nonetheless, rumors abounded of
the more salacious roles the slender nymphs played in the
exclusive parties held at the Solstice Castle during the
Festival's warm evenings.
  "Jaze, you three-balled young whelp, get your skinny ass up to
the main pier and catch those lines," came a gravelly voice
behind me.  I turned and grinned good-naturedly at Beseer's sun-
wrinkled face.  Along with two identical young boys - Beseer's
twin grandsons - I stripped off my blouse and scampered to the
edge of the longest pier just as the barge lumbered up, its
twelve-foot high sides slamming into the dock's slats.  Eight of
the portly dock workers lined up several yards back of us.  Heavy
hemp ropes flew from the boat to be caught by the dockhands.
When lines overlapped, as inevitably occurred, the twins and I
shinnied up the lines and freed them, tossing them to the
appropriate dockhand to secure.
  With all lines down, I pulled myself hand-over-hand from rope
to rope up to midship, where in a fit of energy I swung myself in
two windmill-like revolutions and released from the rope, landing
feet first on the dock with a graceful pirouette.  Whistles broke
out from both dockside and barge at my maneuver.  Beseer cuffed
me and pushed me toward the winch, where Beseer's brother-in-law
Creen was starting to jockey the loading ramp into place.  Since
I had no immediate duties unless a mechanical problem developed,
I could watch the royal party leave the elegant vessel not ten
paces away.
   Creen smoothly dropped the ramp in place, and the party
started down the ramp to the waiting carriages, where the horses,
hearing the crowd's din, pawed nervously.  After the guards in
their bright silk outfits and long sabers emerged, the tall,
dark-browed King Abret and his consort, Queen Serjeena, stepped
out of the canopy and, along with their retinue of elite Palace
guards, paced down the plank, to the cheers of the crowd.  I had
seen them in their deeply-hued robes from a distance at prior
Festivals, but now was dumbstruck at the sight of the Queen.  In
the heat, she had allowed her veil to slip and I saw her piercing
dark eyes, chiseled cheekbones, and ivory smooth skin.  I had
heard that she was only sixteen when her father, the Prince of
Fanjoer, had matched her with Abret in the year of my birth as
part of a political alliance, but she did not know look to be
thirty-three; she could have passed for a student at the Abbey
academy.  She turned and spoke briefly with a lumpish-looking
young man, obviously the Crown Prince, Phenshraw.
  Behind the royal couple and their son emerged a gaggle of young
women, only a few in veils, and each wearing light, saffron
robes.  All were astonishingly beautiful, and my throat became
dry.  At the head of the pack was a tall, golden-haired vision,
and I was entranced at the way her full breasts swayed under her
gown.  I knew her to be Lorena, the lady-in-waiting to Princess
Paleem, the King's only daughter.  Again, I had only seen Lorena
from a distance, and never had imagined that she was such a
beauty.  Her walk reminded me of a mountain lynx, proud but
alert.
  The group of maidens was delayed as the King's party entered
its carriages, and Lorena's eyes casually swept the dock.  Her
blue-eyed gaze alighted on me and stopped, scanning up and down
my frame.  She smiled slightly, and one eyebrow rose almost
imperceptibly, then the tip of her pink tongue peeked out from
between her perfect red lips.  My face froze in surprise, my eyes
growing.  I felt the blood rush from my head and swell my
manhood.  Lorena noticed the effect she had on me and her smile
widened almost to a leer.  The tip of her tongue slid to the
corner of her closed lips.
  Before I could react, the carriages for the assembly of girls
moved in front of them, and Lorena's eyes moved away.  For the
first time I noticed a small figure in the midst of the throng,
heavily veiled in a brilliant blue robe.  My heart leapt; this
must be Princess Paleem herself, who reputedly had been seen
unveiled by no man save her family and the priests who tutored
her.  I could see only her hazel eyes, fastened on Lorena, and a
wisp of deep red hair peeking from beneath her hood.  Paleem's
head turned to follow that which had fascinated Lorena, and her
gaze found me.  She stared at me curiously, unabashedly.  Again I
found myself paralyzed.  Paleem failed to notice the group move,
and suddenly stumbled forward as the servant behind her jostled
her.
  In a trice, the girls were in their carriages, and I was left
with a suddenly flushed face and a sore shoulder, where Creen had
punched me to draw my attention.  "Aye, lad, if you stand there
drawing dung flies in your open maw I'll take the top of your
crown off when I bring the ramp around."  I skittered out of the
way, and helped Creen bring the ramp down off the barge.
  With my duties finished, I retrieved my blouse and went into
town to the market square, to help Madame Blaven set up her
wooden framed booth to display her handmade pots.  The square was
bustling with pilgrims and tourists, who had come to Speysard for
the festival.  The craftspeople and food vendors had worked
strenuously for weeks to build up their stocks, and booths were
overflowing with garments, pots and utensils, jewelry,
tapestries, and spices and dried fruits and meats.  I walked
through the market, cadging a morsel of vra fruit from a seller
whose framework I re-tied, and a burnt loaf of dark rega bread
from old Bekdray the baker, whose oven I often had patched.
  "He looks rather tall for a monkey, don't you think you think,
Rebca?"  The soft voice behind me was unknown to me, and I turned
only because I thought the comment an odd one.  I found myself
facing none other than Lorena herself, accompanied by smaller,
slender young dark-haired beauty in simpler robes.  A castle
guard stood in the background, just out of earshot, fingering a
ripe melon and trying to cajole its owner into passing it over as
a courtesy to the King.  I could find no words.  "And, he doesn't
talk; maybe he only chatters like a monkey, too."
  My face flushed in embarassment and ire.  "I am no monkey," I
croaked. Her contemptuous grin annoyed me notwithstanding her
beauty.  A riposte came to mind.  I could not resist.  "Are you
perhaps missing a family member?"
  Lorena's companion - obviously Rebca - put her hand to her
mouth in a stifled giggle.  It was Lorena's turn to flush.  She
recovered nicely, though.  "Well, he does look like one of the
gypsies who appear in the traveling shows one sees at the Palace,
spinning around a rope or leaping from one swinging bar to
another.  Are you perhaps a gypsy from the Rhona lands, imp
Jaze?"  I started.
  "Oh yes," she continued, "your little flying stunt caught the
attention of Bishop Paddon, who boasted to us that you were a
multi-gifted product of his Order's monastery here in Speysard.
He said that Jaze could best any man in Speysard in the grappling
ring, could fix any device the Guilds make, and yet recite his
devotions as well as any priest."  My eyes fell to my feet.
Lorena stepped as close to me as propriety would permit and drew
my eyes to her azure stare by the strength of its intensity.  She
smiled, "Perhaps we shall have need of one of your gifts, Jaze.
Would you come if young Rebca brought you my message?"
  "You mock me by your teasing, Milady.  You have no call for one
such as me and I have no pass for entry into the castle."
  Lorena's guard headed towards us, his ruffy face scowling.  A
commoner as I had no business conversing with women of such
standing.  "Perhaps, perhaps not," Lorena muttered drily, as she
slipped away with Rebca, the guard following in her wake.
     I returned to the monastery with my head swimming.  Never
had I conversed with a woman such as Lorena.  While she was no
more than one or two years my senior, her regal bearing and
overpowering beauty marked her in my eyes as woman to match any.
I stumbled my way through the evening meal, almost spilling
Brother Adelbert's soup in his lap.
  I retired to my cell early, to read by candlelight a tract left
at the monastery by the Bishop.  Before I could commence, I heard
scratching at my door.  I opened it to find one of Beseer's
grandsons standing erect, his fist clutched to his chest.
"Jaze," he cried breathlessly, "a girl gave me a whole silver
tren" - which he opened his fist to display - "to bring you to
her."  He grabbed my arm and pulled me toward him.  I slipped out
of his grip but followed him down the hall and out the small door
carved in the stone building's back side.  "Well, I wouldn't want
to keep you from earning a tren."  I was curious but wary;
perhaps a suitor of a young woman I had wooed was setting me up
for vengeance.  I had been careful and had suffered no such
attack before, but had heard of it occurring.
  Perhaps forty paces down the path we came upon a small hooded
figure, and I sighed in relief.  I patted the boy and shooed him
away; "You have done well, but pat the tren in a pocket before
you lose it."
  The figure lowered the hood and in the fading twilight I could
just make out the features of Rebca. She handed me a scrap of
linen, dubiously as though not expecting me to be able to read
it.  I snatched it, and read, "Master Jaze, your services indeed
are required at Solstice Palace. Please follow Rebca, silently.
L".  I snorted, "Tell me, Rebca.  What joke is your mistress
playing upon me?  Will I find a legion of the King's finest
guards awaiting me somewhere?"
  Her dark eyes looked at me beseechingly, and then she shrugged.
I realized that she would not or could not speak to me, and that
she probably would be punished if she failed in her mission.  I
could not think of any reason that Lorena would go to the effort
to craft a hoax which would lead me to arrest, so I mimicked
Rebca's shrug - at which she silently tittered - and followed her
along the hillside toward the side of the Solstice Castle.
  The enormous castle had been carved over scores of years into
the side of the soft grenha stone cliffs.  All had heard rumors
of many secret passageways behind the castle, and I in my earlied
days had myself explored a few, only to be shooed away by the few
guards stationed year round at the King's summer palace.
  We were met at a side opening by a scruffy, ill-clad young boy
of perhaps eight. I recognized him as the only son of fat old
Mayva, one of the village's better cooks who the king's own cook
hired each summer to assist in finding and preparing the local
produce.  Without speaking, the boy turned and led us into a side
corridors.  Moving at almost a trot, he weaved us through a
series of passages until we emerged next to what I recognized to
be the castle's giant kitchen.  I assumed I had been called to
tinker with a vent on one of the large brick ovens, but we
tarried only so long as necessary to be assured that no one was
near, and then he motioned us to follow him up a narrow
stairwell.
  I was mystified.  Why hide if I was there on a legitimate
repair request?  Then it occurred to me that there would be no
reason that the Princess' lady would be beckoning repair men.  By
this time, however, I could not be assured of tracing my way back
outside, and certainly had no excuse to offer when I ran into a
guard, as I certainly would do.  I tried to whisper a query to
Rebca, but she quickly spun her head and, with a severe
admonishing glance, silenced me with a slender finger to my lips.
  We climbed several flights, and then waited again for the boy
to check for guards.  He led us down two passages to another
stairwell.  Without a word, he fled back the way he brought us,
leaving Rebca and me to fend for ourselves.  We quietly crept up
the dark stairwell, and I suddenly was conscious of her fresh
young smell and the sibilant rhythm of her gauzy robe brushing
over the steps, propelled by her slim thighs.
  At the top of the stairwell we waited as servants passed.  As
casually as I could, I pressed up behind her and lightly placed a
hand on her hip, knowing that she could not betray us by
reproaching me.  Rebca stiffened and placed her hand on my own.
Rather than pulling mine away, however, she gave it a quick
squeeze and clutched it.  She pulled me across the hallway into a
large antechamber.
  Beyond it was a heavy oak door, which Rebca pushed open, then
she pulled me through.  We traversed a short hallway, which ended
at another door guarded by a heavy, ornate brocade tapestry.
Rebca tapped lightly on the jamb.  The door was unbolted from the
inside and opened by none other than Lorena herself.  Lorena
quickly yanked at our arms, drawing us into a large chamber,
brightly lit by scented yole oil lamps.
     A held my arm over my eyes to let them adjust to the light.
As they did, I marveled at the astonishing colors of the silk-
covered walls and equally bright satin pillows littering the
floor.  A mammoth bed overwhelmed the far end of the room.  Next
to it stood a huge basin built in the very floor.  I had seen
bathing tins before, but it took me a moment to recognize that
this basin was nothing other than such a tin, but at least as far
across as a man is tall, made of Rhonan marble.  On each side of
the sunken tub were two large lamps resting on frames, and behind
it was a portal of some sort, covered by a gauzy screen.
  I turned to Lorena and realized that she was not dressed in the
traveling robes in which I had seen here.  She was in a stark
white robe made of a thin, clinging fabric.  I did not realize
how thin it was until she moved with a smile targeted at me,
purposefully stopping in front of a floor lamp and casually
turning in place.  Her voluptuous form was silhouetted by the
light; it was almost as though she were as bare as a newborn!  I
could make out every one of her magnificent curves.  As she
stopped briefly to face to my right, I could even make out the
shape and size of the nipple distended from an abundant breast.
  "Milady?" I stammered.  "Was there some repair or...?"  God, I
felt like a perfect ass. There was no repair in this wench's mind
this eve.
  Her mocking laugh burned my cheeks for the second time this
day.  "Repair?  Why yes, I believe there is some task for you
tonight.  Perhaps you can hammer in a dowel, for me... unless you
forgot to bring your hammer with you."  She strode up to me,
staring into my eyes with a nearly contemptuous grin.  "You did
bring a hammer, didn't you, my gypsy boy?"  A stray blonde lock
fell over her face, and she girlishly caught it between her
teeth.  I remained speechless, my wits traveling somewhere below
my blouse.
  Lorena turned to the raven-tressed Rebca and asked innocently.
"My dear friend, out visitor doesn't know if he brought his tool.
We must help him search."  When Rebca hesitated in confusion,
Lorena grabbed the shorter girl by her shoulders and swung her
toward me.  Lorena stepped behind Rebca and pulled the hooded
robe off her shoulders, throwing it in the corner.  Rebca, now
clad in a shorter version of Lorena's gossamer robe, whirled to
the blonde, but Lorena firmly planted her hands on Rebca's
shoulders and turned her back to me.
  Lorena planted herself directly up against Rebca's back, and
reached around to grasp the yound girl's small hands.  "Now
Rebca, let's see if his tools are under his fine blouse."  She
guided the slender fingers to my waist and up under the shirt.
The soft palms were guided to my slim waist, then gently up my
stomach to my broad, lightly furred chest.  Rebca stared at my
chest, as though watching a contest of a pair of two-handed
creatures fighting beneath the soft cloth.  She allowed Lorena's
larger hands to move hers over the hair on my chest, her mouth
slightly agape.
  Lorena sighed in mock impatience.  "Oh, this is so
inefficient."  She suddenly jerked the joined hands to my
shoulders.  Unthinking, I raised my arms, and the two pulled the
material over my head and off me, casting it in the corner with
Rebca's traveling robe.
  Now it was Lorena's turn to be mesmerized.  I take great pride
at the breadth and muscularity of my chest and shoulders from the
lifting I do and the grappling training that I receive from Mard
Hegran, a former King's guard himself.  Again absently biting a
golden curl, she reached over Rebca and stroked my chest.  She
clutched my upper arm and turned me slightly, as though to get a
better angle of the lamps' rays.
  Lorena released me, and placed her hands on Rebca's shoulders.
"I do not see any tool there.  Could it be hidden elsewhere on
his person?  Yes, that's it.  Rebca, you must complete the
search."  Quickly, she pushed the girl to her knees before me,
her ebony tresses falling forward to brush my calves.  "See if
there is an adz or awl strapped near his ankles, my sweet Rebca,"
Lorena continued.  With that instruction, Rebca darted her hands
under my cuffs and up slowly to my knees.  Leaving her slightly
damp palms pressed to the sides of my legs, the young girl looked
over her shoulder with a look that I could only describe as
devilish and shook her head.
  As though absorbed by this troublesome puzzle, Lorena worked at
the clasp holding the front of her robe together.  Suddenly, the
twin halves parted, opening the robe perhaps a handsbreadth all
the way below her heavy breasts to her navel.  My re-awakened
organ again began to engorge.  Pretending not to notice the
exposing of the inside swell of her alabaster breasts, the blonde
leaned over Rebca's head, baring each tit almost to the nipple.
  "Yes, Rebca, I believe you're getting close," she uttered in a
husky tone.  She then straightened and stared at me.  Her hands
rose to straddle her long, smooth neck, and then slid together
down past the hollow of her throat.  The fingers arched in their
descent, and then lightly rested at the peak of her hilly mounds,
the edges held in the tips of her fingers.  She slowly pulled the
material apart, baring more of her flesh in agonizingly small
paces.
  In the meantime, Rebca's hands had traveled to the backs of my
thighs, creeping up to cup the join of my ass and upper leg.  My
aching prick expanded to nearly full dimensions down my upper
leg, just inches from the porcelain beauty features of the
servant girl.
  With an impatient jerk, Lorena swept open the top of her gown,
exposing in full her high, lusciously round breasts.  Never had I
seen mounds that even approached her heavenly hills in
perfection.  Capping each was a pale pink circle, topped by
broad, red-hued nipples, now almost angry in their arousal.
Seeing my mouth drop in astonishment, Lorena grinned in triumph
and stroked the fiery tips with the ends of her smooth fingers.
  Rebca's hands suddenly descended my thighs and withdrew
altogether.  She again looked up at her mistress, then
meaningfully jerked her head toward my crotch.  Lorena clasped
her mouth in glee.  "Why I believe we've found just the tool.
But can you be sure it is the right size?  I believe 'caliber' is
the artillerymen's term."  The blonde lady-in-waiting dropped to
her knees behind Rebca.  "Oh do check, won't you?"
   The dark-tressed lovely brought her unsteady hands up to the
hasp of my belt.  As she did, I dumbfoundedly noted that Lorena's
hands were snaking around the girl, and gently kneading the
youngster's small breasts through the satin covering.
Determinedly, Rebca unloosed my belt and pulled at the buttons
down the front, randomly brushing the side of her hand against my
fully tumescent sword.  Suddenly, the loose trousers fell, baring
my ass in the back. They surely would have dropped to my ankles
but for being engaged on my pride and joy, which now was jutting
straight out.
  Rebca's hands dropped away, and she stared at the cloth covered
pole as though uncertain what her next task would be.  She barely
noticed as Lorena drew the straps of her gown over her shoulders
and down her sides, pulling her willowy arms through.  The small,
pear shaped breasts impetuouse poked out, the pale nipples as
hard as Lorena's.  Lorena whispered in Rebca's ear, and then she
glanced over to the gauze-blocke vestibule.  Rebca nodded, and
grasped my pants at the sides, near the front, and slowly worked
them down - past the tip of my cock - and down to the floor.  The
rod bobbed in front of them, and I could have sworn I heard a
sharp drawing of breath elsewhere in the room.   The two maids'
faces momentarily were frozen; Lorena's in the open-mouthed smile
of a child who has just discovered cocoa-based candy, and Rebca's
in an indescipherable, mesmerized stare.
  I have had but a few lovers, but those in a position to know -
such as my renowned flute instructor Mademoiselle Jeara and
Countess Fedragon (more of whom I will relate later) - tell me
that the length and breadth of my jewel is rarely matched by even
the largest of grown men.  It must be true, for I fairly can say
that the two young women on their knees before me were suffering
from the sort of astonishment one normally would associate with a
great surprise.
  Lorena pushed her face forward, gently biting the back of
Rebca's shoulder, but her eyes never left my loins.  Rebca as
though jolted brought a hand to my groin, resting it next to the
base of my member.  She raised her ass slightly as Lorena pushed
her robe over her hips, and then her knees and, finally her feet,
as Lorena fully disrobed her.  Lorena's right hand slid over the
swell of Rebca's hip and then dove forward and down, obviously
exploring in the dark down of the younger girl's loins.
  Lorena must have reached the servant's sex, for Rebca's jet
eyes snapped shut.  Her fingers tried to curl around the base of
my manhood.  Failing in that, Rebca brought her left hand up to
the other side, and slowly started pulling on the loose skin of
my cock, her hips lightly swaying to the pleasant torture of
Lorena's fingers.
  Rebca's eyes again opened and focussed on the pole before her.
Her fingers tightened around me, and her strokes increased in
length.  I could feel her quick, warm breaths on the tip of my
phallus and the small drop of my fluid that she had harvested.
  Lorena's free hand went to the back of Rebca's neck, and slowly
pushed it forward.  The girl's barely parted red lips collided
softly with my red-capped tip, resting there without moving.  I
felt the young maid's tongue tip lightly probe at the small slit
at the end, dipping at the milky substnace.  Opening her mouth
further, the young girl lapped lightly, pulling her tongue back
into her mouth to savor my essence, and then emerging again.
  Rebca required no further prodding. Hungrily, her mouth
captured more of the cap, dragging her sweet lips back to the tip
in a steady motion.  Soon, she was capturing the full cap and
drawing part of my broad shaft into her warm, wet maw.
  Lorena continued her right hand's prodding of Rebca's young
pussy, but now had moved her left down the front of her own robe,
and was stroking herself out of my vision.
  I reached down and, as tenderly as I could manage in my aroused
state, cupped the raven lovely's cheeks in my hand.  She lovingly
peered up into my eyes, and then without warning threw her hed
forward, impaling her mouth on almost two-thirds of my sturdy
lance with an audible sound.  She lightly shook her head from
side-to-side, commanding me to hold her face tighter in my hands.
Honoring her request, I moved my hands almost back to her ears,
and then firmly pulled her lips down my cock.  She groaned in
pleasure and nodded.  I repeated the motion more urgently,
pulling her lips almost to the base of my heated shaft, and felt
the tip enter her throat.
  I expected her protest, but encountered even more passion, as
her hips bucked out of control under Lorena's touch.  I repeated
my joining of her mouth and my sword, and, in my passion, I fear
I was not gentle.  Still, she flung her mouth forward, and cupped
both hands behind my thighs.  My hips jerked to meet her
slavering maw, as each stroke brought the angry tip of my cock
from just outside her flecked, parted lips to the depths of her
throat.  We continued our dance, with Rebca taking me in deeply,
her tongu flashing, again and again, deeper than seemed possible.
Her firm breasts swayed forward and back as her hips rose off the
backs of her feet and then descended, her flowing pussy clutching
at Lorena's fingers.
  "Rebca, you sorceress," I cried in my passion, "I cannot hold
back!"
  In a breathy pant, Lorena insisted, "Not there.... You must...
We must be able to... I want to be able to see you spend."
  My first blast shot into the slender servant's mouth just as
the tip was emerging, and a stream trickled out to the side of
her mouth and down her chin.  Her hands left my thighs to wrap
around the stalk, her open-mouthed face just clear of the tip.
The next stream struck her upper lip and cheek, dripping down
onto her tongue.  The next two shots hit her extended tongue,
striking it as though with a whip.  She continued to stroke me,
and two more strings coated each cheek, with drops reaching her
ebony hair.  As my emissions began to subside, her lips again
captured the tip and her eyes shut tightly, followed by a quiet
shriek.  I realized she too was achieving her ultimate pleasure,
as was the jerking Lorena behind her.
  Our passions slowly waned.  Rebca continued to milk me with her
lips, her cum-spattered cheeks hollowed with suction.  As she
pulled off, Lorena clutched the girl's head and turned it toward
the curtained door.  The blonde then extended her tongue to clean
the seed from the maid's marble-smooth skin, loudly savoring each
spattered drop.
  Suddenly, Lorena leapt to her feet, causing her robe to finally
descend her thighs and drop to the floor. She pulled Rebca up
with her, and, to my astonishment, drew her past the tub and
lamps and throught the gauze screen and into the dark chamber
behind it.  I heard giggles just beyond the screen.
  I knew not what was occurring.  Having been sexually attacked
by two of the princess' companions was startling enough.  Why had
they suddenly abandoned me?  Was I to feel insulted?
  Just as I had engaged the resolve to follow them through the
curtain, Lorena emerged from it.  Still, I heard giggling beyond
it, leaving the mystery no more solved....

                    SOLSTICE CASTLE AT SPEYSARD
                    ___________________________
                  (Part II)

  (Where teenage orphan Jaze finds himself in the chambers of
Prince Paleem's blonde lady-in-waiting Lorena, having just spent
in the mouth of Lorena's maidservant Rebca, after which both
beauties disappeared behind a gauze screen in the corner of the
chamber.)

  Just as I had engaged the resolve to follow them through the
curtain, Lorena emerged from it.  Still, I heard giggling beyond
it, leaving the mystery no more solved.... [End of Part I]

  The tall blonde could not resist a grin as she strode toward
me, her high, round breasts swaying slightly.  "You have pleased
us all, Jaze.  Perhaps on your next visit I will deign to let you
dip your magnificent sword..." - at that her eyes dropped to my
spit-soaked, re-awakening cock - "into my own pot of treasures."
She continued huskily, "Yes, I would like that."  My rod lurched
at the prospect of a return to this magnificent summer palace and
the soft flesh of these two young beauties.

   Sensing dismissal, my eyes cast around for my tunic and
trousers, but she stopped me by sliding her hand up my chest to
the back of my neck.  "Oh, no; you're not done yet.  Not a young,
virile man like you."  She leaned toward me, and I grasped a
perfect, bare ass cheek and pulled her to me.  Her heavy
tits pressed against my muscled check, and her mouth leapt to
mind.  Her full lips opened wide, allowing her tongue to dive
into my mouth and parry with my own.  My thick staff immediately
rose to almost full rigor, sliding between her alabaster thighs,
to press up against the wet, puffy lips of that very cavern of
joy that she promised I might soon visit.  She lightly rose on
her toes and descended, so that the thick shaft might rub against
her swollen clit, the tip of my phallus peeking out between the
taut moons of her ass.

  My free hand reached up and tweaked Lorena's nipple; she moaned
passionately into my hungry mouth.  Suddenly, I felt an
unexpained wetness engulf the end of my phallus.  My lips slipped
from Lorena's and I looked over her shoulder and down her long,
slim back.  Slender, youthful Rebca had returned from behind the
curtain and again was on her knees, softly mouthing my pink
helmeted tip she had devoured only moments before.  Sliding her
tender lips away, she tongued down my shaft and began laving
Lorena's exposed cheeks in langorous circles.  Rebca looked up at
me with with a wanton smile, tinged with an pure innocent joy.
With her eyes still linked with mine, the raven-haired
maidservant brought her thumbs to the insides of Lorena's
buttocks, and pulled them apart.  Her faced dipped forward,
forcing the young girl's lips up against the older blonde's brown
rear entrance.  Lorena stiffened as if struck by lightning; "Yes,
you little wench.  Suuuck my assss!!"  Lorena stiffened; "Yes,
you little wench.  Suuuck my assss!!"
  Rebca noisily continued the pleasuring of her lady's ass, while
fondling and stroking my fully erect cock.  Just as it seemed
that Lorena might try to force the rod into her own sopping hole,
she pushed away from me, momentarily forcing Rebca's tongue even
further into her ass.  The blonde reached down and pulled Rebca
to her feet by the nymph's long, dark tresses.  The two women
kissed briefly, but hungrily, Lorena tasting the traces of her
own nether passage on Rebca's tongue.  Lorena then clutched
Rebca's hand and pulled her to the huge bed and its gloriously
colored silk sheets and blankets.
  Her golden hair streaming around her, Lorena flung herself back
onto the bed, her shoulders and head resting against the ornately
carved headboard. Splaying her knees wide, she pulled Rebca onto
her heaving form, and moaned aloud as the girl clamped her lips
onto the blonde's erect right nipple and started sucking
vigorously.  Lorena placed both hands on the girl's dark hair,
and pushed her down toward the end of the bed.  Rebca's red lips
trailed down her stomach as her slim form rose back onto her
knees, her lean ass jutting into the air.  The sight of their
wanton, lesbian lust and Rebca's youthful buttocks almost caused
me to spend again.

  Lorena moaned as Rebca's tongue began swirling around her
engorged clit, and her fingers clenched at the the silk
comforter. Lorena looked over at me through slitted eyes, almost
laughing at my frustration, evidenced by my prominent hard
manhood.  Lorena looked down at the younger girl burrowing at
her loins and whispered, "Rebca, darling, do you want Jaze's huge
cock in you? Bigger than any you've ever tried? Maybe he'll split
you in two; can you think of a better way to go than with your
pussy filled to the breaking point?"

  Rebca responded by involuntarily diving her head and ravenous
lips even further into Lorena's cunt, forcing her ass even higher
- flaring her rosebud- like pussy lips toward me. Lorena nodded
at me.

  I kneeled on the bed behind the maidservant's raised ass and
placed the engorged head of my manhood against her wet,
dark-fringed young labia.  The tip slipped inside, and I heard
Rebca's audible gasp, muffled by Lorena's firm thighs.  I
retreated slightly and pressed forward once more.  Despite the
girl's swampy wetness, I could only enter a third of the way into
her joyous velvet vice.  After two more tentative stabs, I drew
back and pushed forward - to the hilt.  Rebca's moan increased to
a high-pitched keening, and in her passion she must have sucked
too hard on Lorena's primed pussy, for the blonde's eyes shot
open.  Lorena's hips then rose from the luxurious sheets,
jerking and circling.  She cried though gritted teeth, "God, yes!
The little slut has never sucked like this.  Keep fucking her.
Fuck her harder!"

  In my own passion, I did not stop to contemplate the
inappropriateness of such language from a princess'
lady-in-waiting, but rather did as she commanded, stroking my
meaty pole into the sparsely-trimmed pussy from behind,
my hips smacking again and again into her buttocks.  Moments
later, Lorena wailed out her completion, her hips churning and
her ass still free of the sheets.  As Lorena's passion flooded
her mouth, Rebca joined her, the spasms of her orgasm squeezing
my nearly bursting rod.  As I shouted that I too was
about to cum, Lorena shouted, "Yes - let me see it again!"
  Lorena scissored her legs around Rebca's head and dove toward
the foot of the bed, resting her cheek in the small of Rebca's
back.  She pushed at my hips, disengaging me from the girl, and
grasped my surging cock with long strong fingers.  Three strokes
sent me over the edge, and my passion spilled in a long stream
into the cleft of Rebca's tight ass.  A second eruption shot
onto Rebca's heaving back, and splashed against Lorena's pursed
lips.  She flinched, then smiled, her tongue capturing the seed I
had deposited on her mouth. Her stroking continued as my
explosion began to wane, my cum pooling on Rebca's back.
   Lorena frowned as though repelled by the gooey mess clinging
to her lips, but I could see her tongue quickly unfurl and
retrieve the stray streams clinging to her pink cheeks.  She then
dropped to her back next to Rebca's still form, her
lightly-furred, reddened pussy lips still wet and swollen from
the younger maid's oral ministrations.  Slowly, Lorena rose to
her feet and padded off toward the screened off anteroom,
explaining with a giggle, "I've got to return some .... thing to
its rightful place, if I it's able to even move."
  As she left, I turned to Rebca for some sort of explanation,but
her face was covered with her long ebony hair, and her prone form
was still.  I sat up to leave, but her sleepy arm reach back and
cupped my hip, pressing it up against her slim buttocks, which
she wiggled back against my slimy, slumbering cock.
  "No, my little vixen, Jaze has nothing more for you now.  Well,
at least not for a few minutes." She raised one leg slightly and,
reaching down between her luscious thighs, contented herself with
pulling my sleepy organ up to the entrance to her pussy and
lightly rubbing the tip against her clit.  My hand cupped her
tender young breast, kneading it gently.

  I had almost drifted off to sleep when I heard a shouted "No!"
just outside the heavy chamber door that I had earlier entered.
It was a man's voice, middle-aged; fear mixed with surprise.
Rebca and I leapt up and ran down the short hallway to the door.
She pushed my chest to motion me to stay out of sight, and then
pulled back the iron bar and slid the door back a few inches.
Over the girl's shoulder I could see a grey-bearded man in a dark
tunic: old Lermin, the King's prime minister.  Lermin was
struggling with a figure in a green, hooded cloak, his
antagonist's face hidden in its deep folds.  Each was clutching
an end of an ornately carved wooden chest about four handbreadths
square, trying to wrest it from the other.

  Suddenly, the cloaked-figure relinquished his grip, reached
into the wide folds of his sleeve, and pulled out a short, stout
oak club.  Lermin's skinny forearm came up too late; the club
whistled in a short arc and struck him in the temple.  The
minister dropped to the floor, the box clattering to the tile
beside him.  The lid sprang open, and several large gemstones and
strings of jewels slipped onto the floor.  I pushed the door
further open, not knowing what instinct of foolhardiness
compelled me to think I in my nakedness could challenge a
club-laden foe.

  The figure bent over to pick up the box.  The sounds of heavy
feet pounding up the staircase spurred alacrity.  Grasping the
chest and re-engaging its hasp, the minister's attacker glided to
the stairway entrance almost like a green apparition.  A young,
grey-tunic clad guard rushed up, staff at the ready.  His glance
took in the sprawled royal official on the ground, then his eyes
widened further as he saw Rebca and I peering out of the chamber
door, our upper torsos fully exposed.  I tried to call out a
warning, but the club struck again, and the guard too slumped
to the castle floor from a blow to his head.  The assailant for
the first time turned toward us, but I could make out no features
beneath the deep green hood.  Without a word, the figure thrust
the chest and the club in the folds of the robe and dashed away.
  I started to rush out, but Rebca pulled me back.  I recognized
the folly of starting a chase where I had no business being.  She
returned to the chamber and quickly donned her own robe, and slid
out to the hallway to kneel beside the fallen Lermin.
Instinctively ever the tidy maidservant, she pulled the
stray gems from the floor and stuffed them in her robe.

  At that moment, three guards, led by a huge, steel-armored
captain rushed up.  Taking in the scene at a glance, the captain
grabbed Rebca by her upper arms and pulled her face to his own,
his dark scraggly beard almost touching her chin.  "Wench!  What
happened here?  What happened to the prime minister and the
private?" The young brunette remained frozen in fear, biting her
lower lip.  He shook her like a straw doll, and the gemstones
fell from her robe and clattered loudly on the tile.

  The captain's face grew red with anger.  "What have we found?
A scheme of a common wench to steal royal jewels from the
minister?  Where are your accomplices, you slut?!"  Still, Rebca
could say nothing.  Suddenly it occurred to me that the beautiful
maidservant had not said a word at any time during the day, and
perhaps was incapable of doing so.  The guard captain obviously
had no such knowledge, and he threw her to the floor at the feet
of the remaining two guards.

  "Take this bitch down to the cells, where we can question her
with a bit more persuasion," he ordered.  "Beckon the royal
physician to minister to these two men.  I must report to the
King and Queen of this treachery."

  I remained stunned, still peering through the slightly ajar
door that I had been hiding behind.  My new lover was accused of
conspiring to steal royal jewels!  Moreover, if I was caught, I
surely would be prosecuted as one of her accomplices - and, I had
no way of leaving the now fully alerted castle...

                    SOLSTICE CASTLE AT SPEYSARD
                    ___________________________
                            (Part III)
  (Where teenage orphan Jaze finds himself hiding in the chambers
of Princess Paleem's blonde lady-in-waiting Lorena, who
disappeared just before Jaze and her maidservant Rebca saw a
green-hooded figure attack the Prime Minister and steal the royal
jewels, with Rebca now accused as an accomplice.)
---------
   I quickly donned my clothes and hid behind the large bed,
covering myselfwith the silk bedclothes.  Within moments, Lorena
rushed in, looking wildly about. "Jaze", she whispered loudly,
"are you still here?"  Satisfied that she was alone, I emerged.
The blonde beauty ran over and buried her face in my chest.  She
looked up, her beautiful blue eyes brimming with tears, and
questions.
   "What happened?" she demanded. I explained the mysterious
attack on the Prime Minister and a young guard just outside the
chamber door, with slight, dark-haired young Rebca arrested while
trying to tend to the injured official, the late-arriving guards
mistaking her tidiness at picking up a few jewels scattered in
the robbery as an attempt at thievery.
   Lorena pushed me away and began pacing. "Oh, dear! Rebca is my
servant and at the very least my position with the princess is in
jeopardy if I am found to have permitted a common thief to serve
me."  She froze and whirled to me, "And if you are found here, I
will be sent back to my family in shame, if not arrested as one
of the den of conspirators." She resumed pacing.
   "Your concern for Rebca's welfare is touching," I replied
drily.  Lorena's golden curls whirled toward me as she started to
snarl a reply.  I held her by the shoulders, still distracted by
her swaying bosom beneath the thin robe.
   "Look, the only way to clear you completely is to convince the
castle officials that Rebca was not involved.  We need to find
the attacker in the green cloak and determine who his
conspirators are."  Lorena nodded.  "Whoeve rit was, the thief
must have had connections in the castle to have been given access
to it. So, we must be careful; we do not know who this enemy and
his sponsor is."
   I could see her thoughts speeding up to catch mine, her
brilliant blue eyes dancing back and forth.  "They tell me that
both the Prime Minister and the guard who were struck by the
villain are still senseless and likely to remain so for a few
days."  I breathed with relief, as the guard had seen both Rebca
and I peering out of the chamber door, perhaps we had some time
to seek the hooded assailant before I was identified as a
by-stander in a place where I had no business being. "I will find
out more information and meet with you in the mid-afternoon at
the market square. For now, we need to rid this place of you."
   My libido was returning, and my hands slid around her slender
waist.  "But I cannot think of a more idyllic hiding place," I
protested.  Her long slender fingers briefly rubbed along the
front of my crotch, feeling my awakening hardness. "Listen, you
randy young fool.  The guards certainly will return soon to
search the area. If we get this mess straightened out, you can
hide yourself - and this", giving my rod an affectionate squeeze,
"wherever you choose."
   She walked to the heavy oak door to her chamber and peeked
out. "Now, Jaze, all is quiet for the moment. All I can figure
for your escape is to go down the laundry shaft into the laundry
room, and escape out there."  She said this casually, as though
suggesting I step off of a wooden walk onto the street.
   "Are you crazy!?" I sputtered.  "That drop must be five
landings of the stairs.  Surely, I'll break every limb I have.
That would be convenient for you; no one would know from which
suite I came, and I would languish a cripple in the dungeons
until I'm an old man!"
   Her voice grew husky in an effort to persuade me. "Honestly, I
saw a huge pile of laundry at the bottom of the shaft this
afternoon.  You could land in it and fall as though into a
cloud."
   "And if they have washed that laundry....?" She shrugged.
Still, I knew she was right; I had no choice.
   We crept out of her room and down a short hallway, into an
alcove. She pulled open a small wooden door, and I pushed my feet
and torso halfway through, my wide shoulders catching in the
jamb. I started to protest that perhaps the shaft was too narrow
for me, when we heard synchronous footsteps of guards
approaching. She hastily whispered, "Then lose some weight,"
kissed me quickly but soundly, and pushed down on the top of my
head, casting me into the shaft.
   I barely noticed the sound of the small door slamming, for I
was falling into utter blackness, the only sound that of my tunic
brushing the rough stone sides of the shaft. The descent seemed
to continue forever, as I desperately fought to keep my legs
beneath me, but relaxed for such time as my fall terminated.
  Abruptly I found myself enveloped in white, and abruptly I hit
feet first and pitched into a mass of sheets and robes.  The
laundry was still there, and I was intact!  My relief was short
lived, as I felt a foot blindly strike my back, and a muttered
oath in a male voice.  I righted myself and looked out, seeing
only a pair of wide nude male buttocks, as the owner lurched out
of the pile, grasped a small stack of clothes, and darted out of
room.  His dark-maned head never looked back at me.  My first
thought was again one of panic. The man certainly would beckon
the guards.
   "Oh, fuck!"  A young contralto voice behind me, slightly
accented with the dialect of the gypsies of Bertrain.  I whirled,
and found myself looking into the dusky features and huge dark
eyes of Lindea.  The rest of here remained hidden in the sheets
which covered us both, a mound perhaps four paces across.
   I nearly jumped straight into the air. Lindea was the dark
beauty of Speysard. Her family, like many of the gypsies, ran a
laundry in the east end, where Lindea always could be found
sweating over tubs and tables. I, along with all young men of the
town, looked forward to dropping off clothes, merely for the
opportunity to glimpse the tops of her heavy sweat-soaked breasts
exposed as she leaned over the steaming laundry tubs, her nipples
visible 'neath the flimsy top made almost transparent by the
steam and perspiration. I always imagined that she had a special
smile for me as I brought the cassocks of the monks.  Yet, no man
had been known to spend time alone with the beauty; rumor had it
that her family was a deposed royal family of the Bertrain
gypsies, and that her father would permit her to see no man who
was not himself of royal blood.  She always carried herself with
regal disdain notwithstanding the menial nature of her work,
giving only a curt greeting to each customer, and then returning
to her scrubbing.
   I could not decide which of us was the more starled, or
frightened.  She recognized me. "Master Jaze! What are you doing
here?" she hissed. Her glance drifted up to the end of the chute
out of which I had dropped. One brown arm pushed away from her
head a mass of sheets that threatened to topple on her.  I
realized that the shoulder attached to that arm was bare, and
suddenly I reasoned why she might be scared. The bare man's ass I
had seen explained much.
  I could not keep the grin from my face. "I could ask you the
same. I don't think this is a way to get the laundry clean; in
fact, you'll soil it in that fashion." I stretched toward her and
pushed to one side a wad of white sheetsshe clutched before her,
exposing a bare right side of her voluptuous form. I glimpsed a
large round breast, floating in defiance of gravity, its dark
nipple taut. She angrily pulled the sheet back in front of her.
   "It is not your business what I do.  Besides, he is royalty,
like Lindea." Her pout broke; she threw her hand in front of her
face as she realized what she had disclosed. Yes, I recognized
the fleeing form now. It was Phenshraw, the oafish crown prince.
No wonder he had bolted, afraid of being caught in the arms of a
common laundress. I smiled and shrugged to assure her I had no
desire to give away her secret. Her regal manner returned.
"Lindea has so little opportunity to be with a man.  My father,
he will not let me see anyone, saying I must wait for one worthy
of our family.  And now, when I have an opportunityto lie with
not just any man, but the future king of our country, Lindea is
interrupted by someone who is in training to be a priest!"  She
spat out the last phrase. Her sheet carelessly slipped, exposing
the better part of oneperfect breast and the swell of her womanly
hip. Despite my two interludes with Lorena and Rebca, my loins
suddenly stirred at the sight of the flesh that for so long had
been the object of my fantasies.
   "Wait, a djarr," I interjected. I sat up boastfully, knowing
my physique would match up to any prince. "Just because my abode
is with the priests does not mean their path is my own. If you
were but minutes ago in the room of a certain lady-in-waiting,
you would see how unlike a priest I am." Now it was my turn to
bite my tongue. By conceding I was on the wing where the
ladies-in-waiting resided, I in one swoop had placed myself at
the scene of the Prime Minister's attack, not to mention in a
compromising situation in the boudoir of a high lady.
   Lindea's glare softened, as her eyes swept me as though for
the first time. Her eyes stopped at my crotch, noting my renewed
swelling. She glanced up at me, and - her eyes remaining locked
onto mine - she began dropping the clutch of sheets down the
front of her smooth skin.  She paused at the tips of her full
breasts and gently kneaded the full orbs with fabric covered
fingers. Her hands dropped further, displaying for the first time
the magnificence of the fabulous breasts whose shape I had
reconstructed in my mind so many times in the past. Her dark
nipples and large areoles stood proudly, the heavy tits sagging
not at all. She again espied my crotch, which now was fully
tented in my excitement. She smiled for the first time, an
uncharacteristic wantonness to her visage.
  "Yes, Jaze, I see you are a failure as a priest novitiate.  It
is not your calling."  She swept the sheets aside, showing her to
be kneeling amidst the soiled linens, her thick forest drawing my
eye and my passion.  "I, however, am calling you.  You owe me
that which your ill-timed arrival deprived." With that, the
auburn-tressed voluptuary rose onto her knees, leaving all of her
glories to explore. Suddenly, I found myself pushed onto my back,
with theraven beauty groping at my breeches' drawstring. Before I
could move, the trousers were pulled down to my knees, and Lindea
was straddling my midquarters, her strong fingers wrapped around
my tumescence. Her eyes grew wide as I continued to grow as a
result of her fondling, and she muttered, "No priest at all...
not this one."  I felt wetness cover the tip of my cock, as she
slowly sat back, taking me inside her.
  Patiently, but firmly, she gyrated as she forced herself down
on me.  Her thick, lustrous dark hair fell forward, tickling my
chest, her head bowed andbrow furrowed in concentration.  She
rose slightly, then dropped her full weight down, taking my
entire length into her with a sibilant sigh.  Her head snapped up
and eyes sprang open. Her lascivious smile returned. Her hips
began rocking forward and back, her balance maintained by
spreading her long arms out to her sides, her fists balled with
the sweet tension of our coupling.
  She then leaned forward, bracing herself with strong splayed
fingers on my chest. She hastened both her pace and the length of
her strokes. My hands found her dangling tits, barely able to
encompass their fullness. My thumbs teased the already erect
nipples, to her murmured approval.
   Her passion escalating, she caught her lower lip with her
teeth and closed her eyes. I could not resist the tease; "Is it
some prince you now dream is beneath you, my wonderful Lindea?"
Her gaze returned to my face, with surprising fondness.  She
shook her head.
   "No, Master Jaze. No royalty bears a scepter such as yours,"
she giggled. Her features stiffened as she continued to ride me.
"Besides, I question whether you are as common as you think. Such
things are among those my people can detect, and I feel that..."
   Her surmise was cut off by a sliding sound above us. We both
looked up just as a huge mass of sheets, a good half the size of
our sexual bed, dropped from the shaft I had traveled myself.
The force knocked us over, still entwined, but now I was on top,
in the gauzy light of the fabric imprisoning us. Lindea did not
falter, but locked her strong legs around my hips and drew me to
her. I began deep strokes into her. Her fingers captured my face
and drew her to her own, and we shared our first kiss, one of
astonishing tenderness in view of the abrupt manner of our
meeting. She sustained it, her sweet tongue shyly probing the
inner edges of my lips, and then seeking my own. I returned her
kiss with as much passion as I knew. Our eyes locked and smiled.
We knew that in this castle filled with royalty, no two lovers
had every been enveloped in a tryst as worthy of being called
regal as that which we now enjoyed.  I slid my lips off hers and
down the sides of her throat. I nipped with quivering lips at her
breasts and nipples. Her hands stroked up and down my back.
   Our frenzy caused the sheets to shift, flinging us onto our
sides. We laughed aloud and began to roll to and fro, as children
rolling down a clover-laden hillside. One would be on top for a
bare instant, and then with a twist or thrust we would reverse
positions. Finally, we found a firm oasis in the shifting fabric,
with me in virtually a sitting position and Lindea astride me,
still joined at our loins. Her hands rested on my shoulders, and
mine at her hips.  Our lurching passion increased, and I knew she
was but moments from her peak of joy, as was I.  She came to it
not with a shriek, but a long, low-pitched wail. With a jerk she
pushed down onto me, her fingers digging into my shoulders. I
could feel the pulsations of her inner walls as her moment
arrived, sending me into my own paroxysms. I jetted my release
into her as my hips rose. It seemed our spending would be without
end. Soon, of course, it did, and we slumped back - Lindea
outstretched atop me - in the near-darknessof our fabric tomb.
   She tented her fingers on my chest and rested her chin on
them. The dark pools of her eyes scanned my face. "Master Jaze,"
she uttered but then caught herself, laughing at her own
formality. "Lover Jaze, I sense we may have much of an
interesting future - at least in part together." Her features
clouded,"But I suspect that future will be short if you are found
here. Why are you in the castle, and why did you come down the
laundry shaft?"
  I already had alluded to a liason in Princess Paleema's suite.
Still, Gypsy women are notorious for jealously removing an
appendage or two of a lover who lies with another, and I
suspected that she would grant me little allowance for the fact
that the rendezvous upstairs had preceded my interlude with
Lindea. Still, Lindea's knowledge of the castle and gypsy gifts
might be of great aid. I told her as much truth as I could, that
I was asked to assist on some errand upstairs and - before I
could commence it - I saw the Prime Minister attacked and some
poor maidservant unjustly accused. She did not ask for details of
my alleged romantic tryst, and I volunteered none.
   Lindea grew thoughtful. The gypsies are noted partisans of the
wrongly accused, and I could see her heart go out to young Rebca,
even though she knew the smaller girl only slightly. "The King's
Guard will probably bring her to the storage catacomb down the
hall from here," she said. "Perhaps if you are close enough, you
can discover their plans for her." I nodded, and retrieved my
clothes that had been flung off in our passionate frenzy.
   When we both were dressed, she kissed me again.  She tied her
full thick hair back with a ribbon. "You must be careful, my
love. I sense great intrigue and deceit in the castle. Those who
would attack a Prime Minister would not hesitate to take a blade
to one such as you." She kissed me again, and I slipped out of
the room and headed down the hall....


  [This is the continuing saga of our young orphan, Jaze, who is
clandestinely lured into the summer castle of the King and Queen by
lusty Lorena, a lady in waiting to Princess Palema. Following a
bedchambers romp with Lorena and her maidservant Rebca, Jaze and Rebca
see an attack on the Prime Minister by a green cloaked stranger, for
which Rebca is arrested as an accomplice by the castle guards. In
seeking out Rebca's place of captivity, Jaze is waylaid by Lindea, a
castle laundress, and more...]
 When we both were dressed, the dark gypsy queen Lindea kissed me
again.  She tied her full thick hair back with a ribbon. "You must be
careful, my love. I sense great intrigue and deceit in the castle.
Those who would attack a Prime Minister would not hesitate to take a
blade to one such as you." She kissed me again, and I slipped out of
the room and down the hall....
---------
  I crept noiselessly down a dank corridor littered with rags and half-
broken oak cartons. Turning a corner, I say a torch illuminating the
next cluttered hallway, held by a bracket outside an open doorway.
Flitting from one pile of rubbish to the next, I made my way to the
doorway and risked peeping in.
   The room was yet another of the summer castle's storerooms, filled
with furniture, wine casks, and crates of spices. The captain of the
guard and two assistants stood with their backs to me facing the far
wall. As the captain stepped forward, I saw where their attention was
focussed. My lithe, lovely young Rebca stood with her wrists shackled
by a short chain to the wall, still in her short white robe. The
bearded captain strode forward, brandishing a short sword.
  "Now, young bitch, tell me of the accomplice to your treachery!" I
took advantage of his bellowing to slip inside the room and secret
myself behind two crates to the side of the menacing tableau. Rebca saw
me enter, but the clever girl made sign. Her eyes jerked back to the
captain and his sharp steel weapon. He placed the flat of the blade
against her chest, the tip pointing to her feet. He slowly drew it down
between her firm young breast, and, turning it slightly, pulled out
with the blade edge, slowly tearing the bodice. Her white breasts
became more and more exposed, as she whimpered. The officer halted as
the rip reached halfway between navel and breastbone, leaving the
dangling fabric fully displaying one perfect nude breast. He rested the
tip against the side of the perfect half-globe, indenting the skin.
  "Fool!", cried a stern woman's voice from just outside the door. The
guard jerked, leaving a tiny nick next to Rebca's nipple. Into the room
strode none other than the tall dark Queen of our realm, Queen
Serjeena. Though it was close to the middle of the night, she carried
herself as though at Court, garbed in a fine gold robe. The only sign
of the hour was the her full dark locks, usually pinned and coiffed
atop her head, cascaded over her shoulders, the sides pulled to her
temples with simple sapphire clips. The captain stepped back startled,
his hand falling to his side. Serjeena's dark eyes flashed in anger.
"What allegations have you against this girl?" she demanded.
   The guard fought to maintain his stern mein. "We found her standing
over the fallen Prime Minister outside Lady Lorena's chamber. Jewels
fell from her gown, and others had fallen around her. Now she refuses
to divulge her accomplices."
   "Idiot! Of course she would be at her Lady's room. She resides
there! She did not run, did she?" The captain shook his head. The queen
continued, "The young thing was probably collecting the fallen jewels
for you." Rebca nodded enthusiastically. "That's how we train the
maidservants to take care of clutter!"
 ...The queen continued, "Besides, whom do you suppose she could
have conspired with? She has had no family but us since she was a
foundling, and she never leaves the royal retinue unescorted."
  The captain sputtered, "But she refuses to say anything about..."
  "That's because she CANNOT say anything, imbecile. If you paid
any attention to something other than polishing your own breast
plate you'd know that the pitiful thing has not said a word since
she came to us." The queen waved to the door. "All of you, out! I
will find out what there is to know. Leave me the queen to her
chains, and go find some real information about this treachery!"
The three men, with exaggerated purposefulness, strode out.
  The raven-haired queen advanced on Rebca. Sympathetic eyes
scanned the girl's tear streaked face. "Now, Rebca, you will answer
all that I asked, won't you." The girl nodded. "You poor child,"
the queen continued, cupping her chin. "This must all be a fright,
and I will release you in a second." The queen seemed to notice for
the first time the torn bodice and exposed breast of the beauty.
"You must understand, though, that this attack is a desecration of
our castle and a threat to His Highness, to all of us. You must
hold nothing back from me. We must all help to rid our family of
the treachery, and as family we will then give you what comfort we
can." The queen's hand slipped down Rebca's throat to the bead of
blood at her breast, touching it with her finger. "And we will make
amends for this unfortunate wound."
  As though transfixed, Queen Serjeena leaned over and lightly
kissed the droplet, pressing in with her mouth and chin on the soft
mound. A guttural groan escaped Rebca's lips. The older woman
glanced up.  "Then this does comfort you. I am glad." With that,
her mouth again dipped toward the exposed breast, first touching
the smeared blood, but then sliding sideways to the girl's stiff
nipple. The queen kissed there as well, then gently laved it with
her tongue. Rebca groaned again, and the queen's mouth opened,
taking much of tender breast into her mouth. She began a soft
suckling, and Rebca swayed forward on the chains still attached to
her wrists, thrusting the tit into the working mouth of the king's
wife.  The woman then pulled aside the other shredded panel of the
robe, exposing the other perfect orb. Her mouth voraciously went to
it, as well. Rebca's eyes closed in unabashed passion. I remained
behind my crate, stunned at this common, animal action of the
queen, may young staff rising at the sexy sight.
  The queen by this time was muttering, "So perfect, yes!" She
suddenly dropped to her knees, her grasping hands pulling Rebca's
robe down to her young ankles, and off. Serjeena peppered Rebca's
stomach with kisses, and traced a path into the girls dark vee with
her royal tongue. She probed at the girl's slit, then pulled her
head away in confusion. She again pushed forward, driving her
tongue well up between the girl's swollen pussy. Rebca's legs grew
limp as her thighs squeezed the queen's face; she now virtually
dangled from her chains. The queen again pulled up, startled.
"There is the taste of a man!" Rebca blushed.
  The queen stood up, her face bare inches from Rebca's. "Now,
not that I know the pungency of a man's release, but ... well,
what else could that be? Has one the guards, or a staff member,
assaulted you?" Rebca shook her head. "An outsider?" The girl
paused, and shyly nodded. "But how, in here?" The queen giggled,
"Well, you may be just about the only woman here to have enjoyed
a man in some time. The king and the other nobles with their
gaggle of young wenches brought on these trips - well it makes it
easy for some of us to be forgotten. So tell me, was this
stranger ... pleasurable?" A nod. "Ohhh. Was he big - that way?"
A vigorous nod.
  Both women now were smiling. "So what is his trade? A
nobleman." Rebca shook her head, and paused. She then pulled her
hands together overhead, and pantomimed a carnival trapeze
artist.
  The queen straightened. "An acrobat?" A nod. "But where would
we...? Wait! You don't mean that broad shouldered stripling at
the docks today, who swung on the ropes?" A nod. "This was that
slut Lorena's scheme, wasn't it?" Rebca shook her head, no; then
shrugged and nodded. "Well, you lucky things. Is it he who I
taste in your luscious young hole and in your female down?" Yes.
"Ahhh, then I will sample again."
  The queen again dropped to her knees, and in a trice was again
lapping at Rebca's cunt, clearly savoring the spunk I had left
behind. My much used young organ began to swell; it stiffened at
once as the queen opened the front of her elegant gown, and let
it fall from her shoulders.
  Who could of dreamt of her magnificence? Though to the side and
slightly behind her, I could see her full but firm breasts
proudly  standing out on her chest, topped by cherry red nipples.
Her waist was trim, giving no sign that she had many years before
delivered of two children, now teenagers. Descending from it was
a taut, supple ass. Forgotten to my eye and loins was her regal
station, I lusted for her as a woman, even were she common.
  The queen moaned as she continued ministering to Rebca's soaked
pussy lips. She jammed her own groin up against Rebca's lower
leg, her hips churning against the young girl's shin. Serjeen
took a long, manicured forefinger and slid it up between the
girl's saliva-drenched lips, and began toying inside and out,
further sending Rebca into ecstacy.
  My own passion stirring, I without thought vigorously rubbed my
throbbing tool through my thin breeches, bracing myself against a
crate of myrrh spice. As Rebca's eyes opened and her head flew to
the side, her eyes caught mine, and she recalled my presence.
  She gasped. I started, losing my balance. The myrrh crate
tumbled... and there I stood before my nude queen.

  As you might expect, the queen jerked in shock, but quickly regained
her composure, sliding her thin robe back up her luscious form, and over
her shoulders. Her eyes narrowed as she examined me, lying on my back
with my legs sprawled over the myrrh barrel I had just knocked over.
  "Ahh, and here's Rebca's young commoner himself." Before I could
scramble to my knees, her eyes appraised the throbbing bulge in my
breeches, which had yet to abate. Coolly, she commented, "And are you in
the habit of spying on your Queen?"
  I scrambled forward and knelt before her, with head bowed. Her regal
station and bearing caused me to treat her with the obeisance she
commanded at the throne room at the palace, even though she in fact was
sitting on a dirty floor in the summer castle storeroom, the sweet
wetness of Rebca's sex still smeared across her lip. I reached for her
proffered hand and kissed it and the huge ruby ring that decorated her
slim fingers. Her hand slipped under my chin; the tips of two fingers
raised my face so that my eyes fell upon hers.
  I was lost, a child cast in the midst of a lightless, overgrown
forest. Her brown eyes drew my in without pity, searching mine, my life,
my past, and the truths that I might have been able to  hide from
others. I believe she smiled benignly, but it must have been with her
eyes, for they held me captive. "Perhaps you can tell me the tale that
the poor mute urchin cannot." Her soft, deep tones swept over me, as
physical sensation as an August breeze in a valley. I nodded dumbly.
"Yes, but first we should untie your young lover, shouldn't we?" she
continued. Again, I could force only a nod; in hindsight, I wonder that
drool did not trickle down my chin.
  I scrambled to my feet, and offered a hand to the kneeling sovereign.
As she leaned forward to accept it, the front of her gown spilled
forward, displaying the creamy whiteness of her wonderful breasts. To be
sure, I had just moments before seen them in their entirety, but their
semi-concealment now only aroused my passion. I must see them - all of
her - in their full, brazen beauty again, or had I only dreamed it? I
found myself returning to tumescence. As she stood, her porcelain-
featured face rising only inches from my cloth covered staff, her smile
grew. She stood facing me, only a few inches short of my stature. Her
gaze warmed my flushed face, and the tips of her breasts poked against
my chest, the erect nipples detectible even through the thin cloths of
our respective blouses.
  Like a dancer, Serjeen slowly turned away from me. The Guard Captain's
key emerged from her pocket and into the right manacle holding the small
dark-haired Rebca against the wall.  She swore; the little-used shackle
was rusted from disuse and would not turn. My arms reached around her
from behind and grasped the key; working together - her hands on the
cuffs and mine working the key - we managed to release it.  Only as we
similarly struggled with the other cuff did my consciousness realize
that I was pressed up against her amazingly firm ass, and my rod was as
stiff as ever.
  To my amazement, my Queen was responding, lightly moving her rear
against me in vertical circles, pausing when my length was aligned with
her buttocks' cleft.
  Needing only one hand to aid my by grasping the band on
Rebca's wrist, she slid the other behind my back and deftly unknotted
the waist string of my breeches, allowing them to fall to the floor. The
long fingers wove a light spell around the head of my pride and joy,
then stroked its underside, clear back to my soft balls. As my grip on
the manacle became more secure, Serjeen took her remaining hand and
lifted the hem of her regal robe to her hips, and then pointed my
glistening tip down. Standing on her toes, she drew me forward, my
thundering log sliding in the passageway between her thighs. My
sensitive tip could feel the down of her lustlips as it passed
underneath them.
  Fortunately, the remaining shackle just then fell open, for my
concentration was understandably waning. Rebca fell to the floor in
release, rubbing her wrists. The dark-tressed young girl gazed at us,
her simple dress shredded, exposing a small but perfectly shaped
burgeoning breast.  Serjeen and I paid her little mind, for our
subtle dance continued. Her Highness dropped down to her heels, placing
more pressure on my trapped shaft as it moved. Its recurring path was
made easier, as I felt the womanly dew seeping from her cleft,
lubricating my way.
  I bent my knees so as to allow my phallus an angle up into her womanly
passage, and the tip prodded at the entrance. Serjeen's hand reached
behind her and grasped the base of my burning shaft. She rubbed the head
against her swollen lips.
  "Perhaps not, my young friend," she moaned huskily, over her shoulder.
"Let us enjoy this frolic for what it is." I looked to her, perplexed,
but Rebca picked up on the Queen's meaning. She laved flung up the front
of the lavish robe and darted her head underneath. Of a moment, I felt
her young mouth capture the very end of my cock, and her finger tips
hold the underside, pushing the shaft up against my Queen's mound. My
hips involuntarily pushed forward, basking in the wet warmth of the
young girl's sweet maw.
  I pulled back and resumed my sawing between Serjeen's thighs. She
groaned in exquisite pleasure, but not just from the pressure of my
thick member. For each time I withdrew, Rebca's energetic tongue darted
between my cock tip and the Queen's clit, alternating her sucking and
licking between our two engorged organs. Rebca's free hand reached all
the way past both our pair of thighs and lightly caressed my tightening
testicles. Still, her hungry mouth did not slacken, and Serjeen's
panting grew louder and more insistent.
  Our lusty terpsichorean menage a trois continued, and our pace
hastened. Just as I began to feel the stirrings of my own impending
explosion, the Queen let out a curt shriek, her loins heaved to and fro,
and then, leaning forward against the cellar wall, she pressed Rebca's
porcelain-featured face to her pussy. At that moment - and I would swear
it was an accident - I jerked forward and my member slipped into her
flowering, orgasming regal opening. I surged in all the way, and felt
the pulsations of her spasms on the full length of my organ.
  As her pulsations subsided, Serjeen reluctantly drew her hips forward.
My engorged manhood slipped out of her sheath with an audible plop. She
leaned heavily against the wall, and Rebca's face, covered with the
Queen's moistness as Serjeen's face earlier had been slathered with her
own, emerged from between the older woman's thighs; the hem of Serjeen's
robe fell to reclaim her regal modesty.
  My Queen dropped to one knee to catch her breath, which still emerged
in gasps through her smiling lips. She leaned down and caressed Rebca's
face, then soundly bussed the maidservant in gratitude, accompanied by a
whispered, "So many thanks to you."  Still kneeling, Serjeen spun to
face me - or at least my groin. She planted a firm, open-mouthed kiss on
my still erect, still hopeful cock, and then drew my breeches up my
thighs and over the tip of my elongated rod, and refastened the
drawstring. She rose to her feet and cupped my pouting chin.
  "Do not be disappointed, young...." Her voice trailed off. "Jaze," I
advised her, sheepish at the thought that my liege had not even known my
name as she was allowing me such intimacies.
  "Yes, Jaze," she continued. "I have can redeem any disappointment in
many ways out of thankfulness for the pleasure that you have brought me.
I have not known such pampering in some time. A King who has an entire
land at his beck and call is not necessarily used to seeing to the
physical satisfaction of others, no matter how kindly he might otherwise
be." She playfully slapped me. "Besides, you are lucky that I do not
have you beheaded for extracting such intimacies against my express
instructions" - obviously meaning my penetration of her in the midst of
her climactic joy - "even if such a monstrous intimacy was just the
perfect accompanist to Rebca's skillful ministrations."
  Her face grew more serious. Regardless of her lustful interlude, this
woman was still the consort to the most powerful man in our known world,
and duty could never long leave her mind. "Tell me now, you big-staffed
young stallion," she chided my blushing face, "what do you know of this
attack and theft for which Rebca was held."
  When I hesitated, she drew her face close to mine. "There is no point
in further protecting Rebca's honor; the secret seems inconsequential
now." Still, I paused. "You are protecting yet another. Ah yes, that
harlot Lorena, no doubt." I nodded, slowly. "With those high, full
breasts of hers, she tries to attract many a young buck, even though
palace security thwarts almost all of her seductions. The
resourcefulness of you both is, uh, commendable. Still, I'll see to it
that she aids the scullery maids for a week or two to remind her of her
responsibilities. Anyway, tell me what you know here."
  I explained my presence in Lorena's chambers, with the Queen chuckling
at my attempts to sidestep explanations of my activities there. I told
her nothing of Lorena and Rebca's strange attitude towards and visits to
whatever lay beyond the gauze screen in the chamber. I went on to tell
of the sound we heard outside, and the green-cloaked stranger's attack
on the Prime Minister and the young guard who rushed in to offer
assistance, and added my surmise that the attacker was a palace insider.
  The Queen listened to my tale with a grave frown. "Yes, it must be
someone who is a part of our retinue, or at least an ally of such a one.
But why the interest in the jewels? Any jeweler would know that stones
of that magnificence must be from the royal collection, so they could
not be sold." The beautiful, raven-haired Queen paused in thought,
"Perhaps... you see, there are old stories that the archivists tell that
some combination of the stones, and perhaps others that have never been
found, bring certain powers and enchantments - magic that revolves
around the throne of our kingdom. If one found the remaining stones, the
royal collection would become infinitely more valuable. Rumors of such
finds have reached our ears, but we never dreamed...."
  I replied, "But would it not be much safer to offer to sell to the
royal collection the newly found stones, rather than a daring raid on
the most formidably protected castle in the kingdom outside of the main
palace itself?"
  "You are very shrewd, Jaze. Perhaps one of the finders feared that the
King would simply confiscate such gems, or wished the full power of the
stones, whatever they might be, for himself. In any case, we can solve
nothing further here. And, there is not much I can do in my isolated
position. I could perhaps put trusted members of the King's Guard to
work on these suppositions, but it is difficult to know who might be the
accomplices of this villain.
  "Here is what we must do." She began to pace in thought, then turned
to us. "Rebca, you must first cover your poor, abused body before you
are raped." The girl modestly tucked her bodice under a nearly severed
strap. "Because of your muteness, you can go many places in the palace
unnoticed by those you are near; it is their stupid prejudices that
suggest to them that you cannot hear. Listen for any clues as to
strangers or actions that do not belong."
  Her brown eyes found mine. "Jaze, with your size and acrobatic skills
I would guess that you have talent as a fighter." I told her of my
training with a retired King's guard, and modestly indicated that I
probably would be deemed his most highly regarded pupil.  "Fine, I will
arrange for you to be invited to tonight's nobles' feast to celebrate
the beginning of our stay here at the Solstice Castle; you can come to
supply wrestling fodder as an entertainment feature. As the revelry
continues, you might be able to pick up some hints from the men as they
get drunk - as they inevitably do after the women are commanded to go."
  Serjeen headed for the door, then turned briefly. "If your help in
finding the traitor is as able as your 'assistance' here" - her smile
broadened - "you two will be amazed at the rewards I can promise."
  Serjeen left. Rebca and I looked at each other, little dreaming that
the risks and rewards to us both who far surpass anything that our Queen
could have imagined.

[Where our hero Jaze seeks to solve the mystery of the castle
attack by accepting the Queen's invitation to attend the Noble's
Feast commemorating the beginning of summer at the castle.]
  With guidance from Rebca, I stumbled away from the castle by
way of a cellar entrance and made my way back to the monastery,
seranaded by roosters greeting the morning sun. I slipped into
the kitchen just before old Bekray waddled in.
  "Ahh, handsome young Jaze. Up early this morning, are you?" He
patted my shoulder with his usual familiarity. I nodded eagerly.
  "So responsible you are..." I began to detect a little sarcasm
in his voice. "You've already made up your bed. In fact, it seems
as though it wasn't even slept in." He turned and peered at me,
an inquisitor with flour dusting his pudgy features. I shrugged,
noncommittal.
  "I hope you weren't huddled in some alley with a loathsome
street urchin, rutting like a couple of filthy animals." He
shuddered in mock terror.
  I could not resist the opportunity. "Well, actually, Bekray, I
was invited to the castle to dally with the queen, a gypsy, and a
couple of ladies in waiting. You know, my usual evening."
  The baker stared for a moment, then took a playful swat at me
with a dough-covered hand. Still, he scowled. "Now, let's not be
defaming the honor and virtue of our queen, may she and King
Abret long rule at the mercy of our God. Well, whomever lowered
herself to lie with you, let us just hope that she practices a
modicum of hygiene. It would not do to have you bringing some
foul louse into our midst, where it could set up a colony in
Brother Tomath's beard and we might not discover the infestation
for weeks."
  Bekray turned away dismissively, and I hurried to set up the
dining hall for the monks who I served in return for my pallet in
my small cell and whatever education the monks could provide. I
somehow managed to serve them breakfast without spilling any of
Bekray's porridge, and staggered off to my cell for the sleep
that my escapades in the castle had denied me.  As I lay my head
on the oft-patched down pillow, Bekray's admonition about the
sanctity of the queen rang in my ears.
  Indeed, what sacrilege had I committed? My head began to swim
with the realization of that of which I had unwittingly become a
part. Anyone in the castle might desire my head for a variety of
perceived offenses,from the King's Guard for my mere presence in
the castle to the Crown Prince, Phrenshaw, for my interruption of
his assignation with Lindea, to the foul thug who had struck the
Prime Minister and a guard and escaped with at least some of the
castle jewels. Even in my fatigue, sleep took an uncommonly long
time to find me.
  I woke with a start and discovered Brother Niventa's gaunt face
above mine; his large hand was clapped to my shoulder, shaking
me. His usual monotone had risen to an unusually high pitch in
excitement. From the color of the sun at my cell's small window,
I could tell it was late afternoon. Sure enough, someone from the
Queen's palace staff had requested that my wrestling mentor send
over his most promising wrestler to add to the evening's
entertainment at the Feast, and old Fremna personally had rushed
over to tell me of my honor and to prepare me for whatever bout I
might be thrown into.
  I washed and dressed in my finest - and loosest - blouse and
breeches, not wishing to be constrained by my clothing, all the
while with Fremna fretting over me and offering trite warnings
about wrestling strategy. When we emerged from the monastery, we
found a King's coach with a two-horse team of black stallions in
front. Fremna and I leapt in, and went off to the castle.
  Words are inadequate to describe the gaiety and lavishness of
the fest. Bright banners flew everywhere on castle grounds.
Elegantly attired, highborn men and women promendaded around the
site, with armies of scantily attired servants, both male and
female, omnipresent with victuals and libations. Small chamber
groups played throughout the lush landscape. Randomly distributed
tables featured games of chance for the nobles to test their luck
against one another.
  I had little chance to enjoy my first examination of the party,
for a small, officious, balding official bustled up and claimed
us from the guards who had delivered us. We went backstage at a
small ampitheatre around which the festivities seemed to revolve.
Trying to be alert to my surroundings, I peered into passages we
passed. My heart stopped; just inside a room bearing the revelers
cloaks I saw the distinctive green cloak of the villain who had
attacked the Prime Minister. The man was here at the festival!
  I had no chance to look further. Amidst a blaring of trumpets,
I was pushed onstage, where I confronted a huge, hairy soldier -
obviously my opponent. His skirt-like kra identified him as a
member of one of the King's elite cavalry.
  The assembled crowd began to drift toward the theater. I could
hear the buzz of interest that a local boy - me - would be
challenging an experienced warriors. Derisive calls reached my
ears, as well as the long odds being demanded by a few of the
local nobles who seemed inclined to bet for me more out of a
sense of loyalty to the region than out of any belief I might
prevail.
  Pretending to a jauntiness that I did not feel, I strode to the
stage center for the ritual greeting. I offered a wish for the
continued glories of the soldier's platoon; he grunted and asked
me where my remains should be shipped. A drunk duke serving as
referee waved his hand, and the battle commenced.
  Given the man's size and experience, I knew my only hope was to
get him overconfident and off guard. The strategy nearly was my
undoing, as he took advantage of my feigned stumble to grab me by
the shoulder and fling me seven strides across the stage. Only
his desire to toy with me kept him from dismantling me on the
spot. I thereafter used my slight speed advantage to dart in and
grab an arm or leg, give it a twist, and then high tail away. The
crowd roared at his frustration, but still sensed time to be his
ally.
  I waited until I had managed to slip inside his guard and tug
at his shaggy beard before pulling on of Fremna's favorite
tricks. I let the beast grab my arm on my next pass and fling me
over his shoulder. I pretended to land heavily, with my leg
extended at an awkward angle.
  Sure enough, the soldier dove toward the opportunity to break
it - or at least dislocate my knee. I quickly retracted it, leapt
on his back and slipped on an arm bar, and twisted him on his
shoulderblades. The crowd screamed in approval, the bleary-eyed
duke raised his wine-spotted kerchief, and I was the victor.
  The soldier roared in outrage, but several of his fellow
warriors rushed onto the stage to tease him with mock punches and
hustle him off,and I was left alone with the Duke, who clapped me
on the back. Suddenly, a murmur began to run through the throng,
which parted in its middle to allow the passage of a figure; King
Abret himself was coming onto the stage. He bounded up, gave me a
politic smile, and turned tothe crowd.
  "My friends," he bellowed. "I see we have further proof of the
manliness of our subjects in our host town of Speysard."  The
local nobles roared. "Or at least of the effects of too much
local wine on our soldiers unused to its effects... I'd like to
see this adroit young man to be truly challenged. If he's not too
tired." He turned to me with a polite questioning glance; I
nodded obediently then - realizing thatthis gesture might be
construed as a sign I was tired - shook my head,then nodded
again. Damn! How do I signal I was - of course - up to whatever
he was suggesting? The crowd laughed at my eagerness. "If he's
not too tired, I'd like to match him up against my only son,
Prince Phrenshaw."
  The crowd roared its approval. I froze in confusion. That lumpy
guy with the bad haircut who I'd chased out of the gypsy queen's
arms? Oh my Lord, what if he had spotted me there in the laundry
room and recognizes me now? My anxiety had little time to
develop. The heir to the throne shambled through the crowd and,
blushing, hopped onto the low stage. The King momentarily took
him aside and exchanged a private word; a warning not to let a
commoner defeat him upon pain of loss of a dukedom?
  Phrenshaw strode forward with a stern expression, and the King
himself led us to the center of the stage for the greeting
ritual. I stammered out a blessing for his lineage's unbroken
accession to the throne for countless eons. His features
lightened and he said with an even tone and surprisingly warm
smile, "I implore you to not ease up on account of my station,
young man. I want your best fight. Bear in mind, I did pick up on
your clever gambit to lure in your adversary; I will not
underestimate your skullduggery."
  The King waved his arm, and our battle commenced. The
oafish-seeming youth began a measured approach, and we lightly
grappled with our hands, each looking for an opening. I was
astonished at his grace, enhanced by what was obviously
outstanding training. The Prince recognized his lack of
athleticism and wrestled within himself, not allowing himself to
be overly aggressive or caught offguard. I did slip inside his
guard, but found that with his big butt and heavy lower legs he
was not easy to move. Soon, though, I caught him with a feint,
slipped under his arms,and flipped him onto his side. I grabbed
him almost before he reached the marble stage, and levered him up
on one shoulder before he could properly brace himself for the
fall. In trying to spin himself around, he planted his arm in an
awkward angle and I realized that he could not fend off a pin.
Just as I rapped him in a twisting arm and neck hold, I saw that
the pinning move would likely dislocate his elbow, if not break
his arm altogether, a not-uncommon result of grappling. The
Prince's face grew white with the identical thought.  In an
instant, I made my decision, releasing him sufficiently to allow
him to re-position his arm to safety, then I locked him in a
cradle, his neck and bent knee wedged between my two elbows, my
hands locked together. Alas, in trying to pin him, I leaned too
far forward. He jacknifed his legs, and the leverage of his large
ass caused me to somersault beyond him, where he reversed our
fortunes and laid a quick pin on me, ending the match.
  My self-directed anger was short-lived. The panting, beaming
prince leapt up, and clutched my arm to help me up with the
comraderie usually extended to equals. The crowd applauded and
whistled its approval of our fevered match, and the King came up
and embraced his son.  "Well fought, lad!" He turned away from me
dismissively - as I would expect - but Phrenshaw stopped him.
"Father, we must invite my friend and able adversary to the
post-festival ... revels tonight. By taking on two of us, he
certainly deserves it." I beamed at the compliment and internally
rejoiced; I would have further opportunity to search for the
assailant! The King distractedly waved his assent, and led his
son off the stage to awaiting group of nobles.
  I scuttled from the stage, where Fremna waited to pound me on
the back in congratulations, then good-naturedly boxed my ear for
allowing myself to lose my match to the Prince. "Still," he
continued, "it would not have done for you to have broken the
Prince's arm. Ahh, lad, what I wouldn't give to be able join you
at the later fun..."  All grown men of Speysard had enviously
shared rumors of the late-evening party that the men of noble
classes enjoyed following the feast. The gossip centered on tales
of dozens of nubile women, young and often virginal, who would
service the men of royalty.  As stories had it, virtually no
sexual debauchery went unexplored, long into the early morning
hours. My heart raced in anticipation.  I waited out the next two
hours behind the small stage, chatting with Fremna, sipping on
juices, and enjoying the brash stares of serving wenches who eyed
me as they passed by.  Soon, the families of nobles began
slipping out, guided by servants,and the men started to drift
through a grove of trees near the top of the natural ampitheatre.
I began to fear the Prince had forgotten his invitation, when a
tall, slender, lithe young beauty with shoulder-length blonde
hair, a slight inward curl at the tips delightfully framing her
stunning features, emerged from the grove and approached me.
Flashing green eyes and high, sharp cheekbones - she was a
sculptor's dream. The billowing of the thin saffron robe revealed
slim hips and modest, but high and well-rounded, young breasts.
"Master Jaze?" she inquired with an obeisant smile. I rose from
my seat, as though accustomed to being summoned by royal
servants.  "I am Charel. I am to see you to the party, and to
attend to any other needs you may have this evening." I tried not
to gape; she nonetheless dropped her eyes modestly. She took my
arm, I waved to Fremna, and we headed off through the stand of
trees.
  The golden-haired siren guided me up two flights of broad
garden steps of red marble. Cresting a hill, we found ourselves
at the top of another, but smaller natural ampitheatre: a bowl
some 40 paces across. Three sides of the bowl consisted of
sloping turf interspersed with grassy terraces. The fourth side
- the "front" - held four tiers of burnished aar wood, with the
upmost level making up a small stage of sorts. There, a quartet
of musicians played a throbbing, drum driven music, topped by
groin piercing flute music. On a platform on the grassy slope
opposite the stage was a large tent.  At the bottom of the bowl
lay a rectangular, stone-sided pool, some eight paces by six
paces across.  My attention was not, however, drawn to the
physical setting. Rather, I stared at the activity of the thirty
or so noblemen and perhaps forty servant wenches. Each young girl
- beauties all - wore a sheer, short robe, with their breasts and
dark pubic hair visible through the nearly transparent fabric.
One or two attended to each man, serving him fruits or wines,
caressing his neck or back, or teasing him with nibbles or kisses
about the face and neck.
  I turned to Charel, who fingered the neck of her heavier
saffron robe. "By your leave, Milord?" She wished to remove the
garment worn in more public circumstances. I nodded. She took my
hand and drew it to the loose knot at her neck that held it
together. I untied it and slowly drew it down her front, exposing
the gossamer fabric underneath. My hand stopped at her pert
breast, brushing the tip with my thumb through its thin veil. I
then dropped to one knee and pulled the outer garment over her
hips. The thin dress underneath was almost as nothing, and I
couldfeel the warmth of her slim thighs beneath my palms and see
the blonde downy vee underneath the hem.
  She raised one leg to step out of the long robe, exposing to my
eyes her succulent young sex and trimmed bush. I impetuously
dipped my head under the hem of her skirt and planted a wet kiss
at the apex of her slit. Her loins involuntarily pressed against
me. My tongue lapped atthe moistening lips and rapidly swelling
bud. She sighed in a near chortle, and her palms pressed my face
further into her. Through passionate gasps she protested, "But
Milord, I am here to serve you!"
  I silenced her by renewing my attack until she shuddered to a
quiet orgasm, her fingers grasping my scalp in paroxysms of
ecstacy.
  I stood, and she passionately kissed me. "Milord Jaze. That was
wonderful. The nobles never... you know, lick me.... I will
insure that you are served particularly well tonight. But first,
you should wash a bit after your workout earlier."
  With that she led me town the near slope to the water. We
stepped over one trio prone on the grass - the drunken duke who
had presided over the wrestling matches and identical twin
lovelies, ample breasted sloe-eyed brunettes. Their dresses were
bunched around their hips, and they were peppering the torso of
the nude duke with open-mouthed kisses. One twin fondled his
large, semi-erect prick, poking the sopping gash of her sister,
who was straddling the man's thigh. My own organ was nearly stiff
in excitement as well.
  Charel stopped us at the water's edge. Perhaps ten royals were
cavorting with half again as many maids in waist deep water. Only
a scrap of clothing remained on any one of them. Fresh-faced
young girls stroked the men they were tending. Hands churned just
beneath water level, with a teenaged count in mutual masturbation
with curly-haired vixen. A plumper, dusky-skinned nubian was bent
over the edge of the pool, being entered from behind by a
middle-aged viceroy.
  Charel turned and unfastened my blouse, then dropped to her
knees and undid my breeches. She quickly dropped them to my
ankles, then looked up to see my fully erect cock waving in her
face. Attempting to re-establish the composure expected of
servants, she stifled a gasp of surprise at my size, but her grin
could not fully be surpressed.
  Another, shorter goddess with straight black hair and a wide,
red-lipped mouth appeared besides us, and Charel handed her my
garments. She left to store them at a small shack to the side, my
eyes following the bewitching twitch of her taut ass and the
sleekness of her magnificent legs as she departed. Charel
playfully nipped at the tip of my organ with her even white
teeth. "Milord, some say it is rude to stare at another woman
when one has one at hand, and perhaps it is not so wise when
one's manliness is close to her mouth." She grinned playfully,
and then wetly kissed my tip again in recompense.
  "I apologize, Miss. Her beauty reminds me of your own, which
far surpasses any other." Charel jumped to her feet.
  "Well, some say my cousin Licia and I do remind them of one
other, but you are wise to detect which of us is the prettier." I
found myself becoming enchanted with this searingly intelligent
lady, and wondered if she realized that my own background was, if
anything, more humble than her own. She cut short my thoughts by
leading me down a steps into the pool, still wearing her short
toga. The clear water somehow had been warmed and carried a
mildly floral aroma, and felt gloriously sensual.
  A very young-appearing, almost breastless young sprite spun
away from a hairy drunk as I entered, and in her escape charged
into me, my arms instinctively going around her waist. She felt
my cock prod at her flat belly and grinned, obviously a bit drunk
herself. "Hello, Big Guy! Where do I find you later?" Her arms
snaked around my neck and she kissed mepassionately, her young
tongue slipping into my surprised mouth. I returned the kiss,
mindful of Charel's impatient gaze behind me.
  The hairy man staggered up and pried her away from, giving me
an almost apologetic look. I grinned back. She leapt into his
arms and wrapped her legs around his waist, sliding down his
torso until she obviously felt his organ prod at her opening. She
bounced a few times, frustration growing on her face as he
apparently was unable to penetrate her child-like pussy. With an
exasperated frown, Charel reached over to a small indentation in
the deck-beside the pool and pulled out a small glob of jelly of
a sort. She strode to the unsuccessfully coupling pair and
reached under the girl's buttocks, greasing her opening and her
partner's cock. The girl slid down again and, aided by both the
lubricant and Charel's guiding hand, signaled his entry by a
grinning moan of pleasure. "Oh, Uncle Robdolus, that's just
wonderful!," she cried. Uncle? Oh Lord, what strange values these
nobles have, I thought.
  Charel laughed at my shocked face and guided me to the side of
the pool, where the water came to just below the level of my
still jutting rod. Her cousin Licia returned with a flagon of
wine, and knelt to serve it to me; as I took it I could see
through the gaping opening of her blouse two perfectly shaped,
gravity defying breasts. Rather than slap me for my impudence,
Licia remained where she was, then slowly drew one side of the
loose top further to the side, further exposing her right tit.
tit, with its bright red areole and perky nipple.
  I took a gulp of the proffered wine, barely noticing that its
quality far exceeded the sacramental wine to which my experience
was limited. I then leaned forward, as though drawn by magnetism,
and my lips captured the wonderful nipple, nibbling and then
suckling as though I were an infant. I felt Charel press against
my other side. She reached around me into another bowl-shaped
indentation in the decking and retrieved a soapcake. As my mouth
captured more of Licia's soft breast, I dimly noted Charel's
rubbing of the soap into a heavy lather, then felt her silky
hands rub the foam over my chest and down my stomach.
  I drew my mouth away from Licia's chest. She mewled and pouted
in protest. I clutched her under each arm and swung her off the
deck into the water with us. Licia shrieked in mock terror, but
did not further protest when I drew the short robe off her body,
opening to my eyes her slim but voluptuous body. "Now help your
cousin," I said. Licia's eyebrows rose; apparently she and Charel
did not normally apprise others of their kinship. Still, without
protest she slipped behind the golden-maned, taller girl, and
drew her own robe away.
  Charel did not pause in her vigorous scrubbing of my torso, and
now handed part of the cake to Licia. The two started soaping me
further down, rubbing my asscheeks - occasionally tweaking my
rectum, legs, and tightening balls - but only lightly brushing my
throbbing erection. I leaned against the pool edge, savoring the
pampering and enjoying the sights around me.
  Two older nobles leaned against the edge as did, I only two or
three paces away. I overheard them debate the pre-eminence of
their respective race horses. They seemed to be paying little
heed to the two busty young women kneeling before them and
deliberately taking the men's cocks deep into their slender
throats, holding them captive for four or five seconds before
releasing them to the warm summer air, then repeating the
seemingly impossible swallowing of the men's organs.  Up on the
small stage to my left, a slender, ebony-haired vixen wearing
only a gold scarf around her hips was performing a frenetic dance
in time to the rhythmic music.  Her wavy curls descended to the
base of her spine, but in her gyrations the dark cascades swept
around her shoulders and over her full breasts. Her hands
entwined in her hair and then dropped to caress the swaying
mounds. One hand dipped to slide beneath her scarf, and two of
her long fingers caressed the length of her nether lips.
  Just then I noticed a blonde maidservant enter the water
carrying a small tray, on which she held a small but intricate
water pipe. She wore only a series of twenty or so silver chains
that draped her middle from hip to hip. Her hair was pulled back
into a single long yellow braid that fell to her waist, its tip
tickling the water's surface. She stepped up to the two nobles
beside me, and each drew deeply from the pipe's curling stem.
Even the two big-titted fellatrixes paused in their oral
ministrations to suck from the pipe, allowing the stiff cocks in
their charge to bob between their large breasts. Almost
immediately upon inhaling, each of the quartet grinned in
heavy-lidded enjoyment. The nobles stopped their chattering and
for the first time seemed to concentrate on the maids sucking at
their lances.
  The blonde then stepped up to us, a sweet, slightly glassy-eyed
smile on her face. "Good evening, Milord," she said in a
foreign-tinged accent, gesturing with the long stem. "Would you
care to partake?"
  I shrugged, "I'm really not a smoker, but..."
  Charel and Licia giggled. Charel elbowed me in the ribs,
"Milord, you will find this to be a bit more interesting than
anything you've tried before. But if you're not accustomed to any
smoke, perhaps Jenfeer here can help you out." I shrugged again
in naive passiveness.
  The blonde, Jenfeer, placed the tip of the curved wooden stem
in between her rose-petal lips and sucked in. She pulled the pipe
away and leaned up toward me, pulling my lips to hers. As they
met, she opened her mouth and blew the smoke into my mouth,
keeping a tight seal with our lips. Our tongues mingled for a
moment, then she suddenly grasped mycock with a warm hand and
squeezed it firmly. I inhaled in surprise, and pulled the
slightly-cooled smoke into my lungs.
  After a moment, she disengaged, then coyly looked up at me.
"Oh, did we tell you that the most important part is to inhale?"
Charel and Licia giggled, and then each took her own turn at the
pipe. I found myself enraptured at the sight of their pursed lips
caressing the stem tip, and then I realized that the tobacco in
the bowl indeed had intoxicated me in a way that wine never had.
I felt my skin flush and a tinling sense of energy infuse my
spine, centering in my groin. I felt both in a fog, and as alert
and energetic as I ever had in my life. It felt magnificent,
otherwordly. By then, both Charel and Licia had taken on the same
stuporous look as the nobles, as I suspected I had. My hands
cupped the buttocks of each of the two maidservants attending me,
and my middle fingers slid down their clefts and into their
flowing pussies, and I knew amidst the drug-enhanced fever that
within seconds I would be thrusting my rock hard sword deep into
one or the other.

                            SOLSTICE CASTLE PART VI

     Blonde Charel flexed her knees and forced my exploring digit
further inside her. Licia bent forward slightly with her slim ass
resting against the pool's edge, her dark hair covering her features,
and reached down between her thighs to rub at her throbbing clit in
concert with my probing hand. Charel leaned over and pressed her lips to
mine. Her mouth opened and her tongue tipped at my own, and then she
pursed her lips and sucked vigorously at my tongue, as though she wanted
to draw it out by the roots.
   An exclamation from the shorter of the two nobles next to us drew our
attention. The young woman kneeling in front of him in the hip-deep pool
had speeded the pace of her vigorous sucking, accompanied by the steady
pumping of her hand. Her ample tits swung wildly as she drew at his
stalk.  Her mouth pulled back to the tip and her tongue quickly laved at
the end, and then she threw her face forward, with an audible gulp as
that same tip reached her throat.
   The noble's gasp signaled his finish, and the honey-tressed beauty
ceased her sucking, continuing only her hand's pulling on the base. She
rested the end of the cock on her upper lip and opened her mouth
slightly. Her blue eyes gazed up at the man to whom she was ministering,
twinkling with anticipation. She barely flinched as his semen jetted out
in an incredible spurt, a torrent shooting across her young tongue to
the back of her throat. Charel giggled in astonishment as another,
equally immense blast emitted from the tip and struck the roof of her
mouth. Just after the the third jet struck her lower lip and chin, the
girl clamped her lips together to prevent that which she'd taken in from
escaping her mouth, allowing successive spurts to strike her smiling,
closed lips, chin and neck. The sticky emission dripped down her neck
and rested on her massive mounds.
   The neighboring noble, entranced at the erotic sight of the
decoration
of the face and lips of the girl, then reached his own explosion in the
mouth of the darker-haired woman who was servicing him. We were denied a
view of his ejaculation, as the girl clamped her lips around the man's
shaft about a third of the way down. Even so, she announced his climax
with a series of gleeful moans coinciding with each spurt, and her
bloating cheeks indicated the massiveness of the man's spill. Finally,
the torrent became too great, and rivers of semen escaped the corners of
her mouth and streamed down her cheeks and onto her shoulders and full
white breasts.
   Next to me, Licia shrieked out her own completion, brought on by her
vigorous self-rubbing and my fingers' stroking into her channel. I kept
up a gentle pace to allow her to finish. As her spasms subsided, she
looked over at us guiltily, as though embarrassed at her selfishness. "I
could not help myself, Milord, it just arouses me so to see a man spend
so in the mouth of a maid. Perhaps it is why I love the smoke of the
priests, as it both increases the amount of the spending, and enhances
its taste."
   Charel stepped around me - or at least almost, as my rigid lance
brushed against her hip as she did, inducing her pleased yelp. She put
her arm around the waist of her younger, shorter cousin and cupped the
girl's perfectly shaped breast. "Yes, dear Licia, you have been
thoughtless, and perhaps we shall make you pay. Since I have been
deprived of my own joy, I will be the one to enjoy our lord Jaze's
magnificent offering." Charel spun around and pulled herself up out of
the pool, standing briefly with her back to me, taunting me with her
splendid, heart-shaped young buttocks. She then dropped to her knees on
the soft mossy grass next to the pool, still with her back to me. I was
entranced at the magical shape of her form.
   Licia lithely pulled herself out of the water and reached down for my
hand, helping me leap up to the pool's edge, a task that of course would
have given me no trouble but for the long, incredibly hard pole jutting
from my loins which threatened to strike the lop of the stone edge. With
a mock pout, Licia wrapped her slender arms around my necked and kissed
me. "Alright, you may make nasty, pagan love to that blonde cow, if you
wish. I would join you and perhaps enhance your enjoyment, if that is
your pleasure milord." She wriggled her hips, causing my erect cock to
rub against her flat stomach.
   I glanced over at Charel, who peeked over her shoulder at me, her
drug-addled passion still evident in her glazed eyes. "I would welcome
her, lord, and anyone else who wishes to join us - but please make it
soon!" she pleaded. She leaned back onto her elbows, and then turned
away from me to lie on her left side. She raised her right knee, leaving
her right foot resting on the ground, and smiled at me coquettishly over
her shoulder.
   Needing no other hint, I slid my groin up behind her ass, and she
reached down between her widespread thighs to clutch my sex just behind
the reddened tip. Her fingers guided me to her moist opening, placing
the tip just inside. I reached around her hip with my hand and
spread her lower lips, and I pushed myself forward, into her. Her heated
wetness burned at me wonderfully, and I could not resist wrenching
forward harder, to place myself entirely within her. With the beauty of
the two nymphs and the aphrodisiac of the ritual herbs whose smoke I'd
inhaled, I could not control my lusts.
   Her mouth opened and emitted a pleased sigh as I entered her fully.
Her head fell to rest on her left forearm, as I withdrew momentarily.
Then, I began the pulsing rhthym, stroking my hardness in and out of her
in a steady pace. My finger remained at her pussy, as the tips of my
ring and middle finger trapped the hood of her lust hardened bud,
and slowly brushed the fold of flesh over her clit in a circular motion.
   I sensed, rather than heard, Licia drop beside us, and then saw her
lay supine next to us in front of Charel, her dark hair resting on the
ground in front of Charel's loins. With her ass resting on the ground
and feet slightly spread, Licia twisted her upper torso to the side and
ducked her head into the luscious wetness where Charel and I were
joined. Licia's fingers guided mine in their rubbing of Charel's pussy
for a moment, and then I felt Licia's chin bump into the back of my
hand.  I rose up and, as Charel groaned, I looked down her torso.
   Licia's pink tongue had emerged and was stroking the top of her
blonde cousin's slick furrow just above where my hard rod was thrusting
to and fro. Suddenly, I too felt that magical tongue, which swept down
the length of Charel's slit and onto my red, cunt-moistened shaft. She
drew it along the length of my cock with long, greedy sweeps, finishing
by tickling my lust tightened scrotum with the tip of the appendage. She
traced the shape of the testicles inside, then Licia's sweet mouth took
one sensitive orb into her mouth, softly suckling at it. With a moan,
she drew the sack in more forcefully, and I realized that Charel was
attending to Licia's passions as well. While I was fucking her with long
strokes, Charel had leaned forward, resting her weight on one elbow, and
she dove her face into Licia's spread loins, running her own tongue
through the dark down of her cousin's bush and sucking at the girl's
clit. Licia's taut ass, flattened on the soft grass, writhed and jerked
at the attention.
   With my height advantage, I realized that I could move my head past
Charel's shoulder and underneath Licia's trembling thigh, and thereby
minister to Charel's flowering pussy as well. My lips met Charel's,
which
were descending from above, and together we sucked and laved at the
fleshy lips and hardened bud. I nibbled at Licia's swollen nether lips,
and then pointed my tongue inside her succulent young pussy, pushing my
head forward.  Our efforts were greeted by a muffled grunt at my loins,
and I feared for a moment that her teeth might clamp down on my most
sensitive parts. Fortunately, Licia allowed my treasures to fall from
her
lips and she began to mouth my shaft and commence her own licking and
sucking on the cock-filled pussy of her cousin.
   Charel's hips began jerking, churning, forcing her pussy down onto my
large, steel-like rod, then up to my pressing fingers. I increased my
rhthym and the pressure on her clit as I sensed she would not last long.
A sibilant "Yesssss!" escaped her lips, then repeated itself
in time to my charging hips. Her eyes clenched shut and her fingers
clutched Licia's thighs as we came closer to our finish.
   I watched as Charel's angelic face tensed in a rictus of ecstacy, and
then her breathing changed to quick shallow pants. Her wet, caressing
tunnel constricted in pulsating contractions, and I knew that she had
reached her climax. I let myself go too, and with an audible groan
released my seed into her, feeling her ankles lock around my right
thigh, keeping my loins pressed to hers as we savored our joint
explosions.
   My semen shot in throbbing, draining sheets into Charel's tight
channel, quickly spurting out the sides of my shaft and onto Licia's
waiting tongue. I could feel her pursed lips suck in the fluid, and then
felt Licia's own pussy flow and throb with her climax, punctuated by her
liquid, panting, "Oh yes; oh yes" emanating from between my legs.
Charel did not falter in the tonguing of Licia's electrically charged
young clit.
   Our noisy, hip-churning orgasms continued for a seeming eternity, our
mouths insatiable in the immersion at the fluids we spent in our
ecstatic
passions. Both of my partners gasped for air, interspersed with shrill
calls of pleasure. My own flow seemed to take forever to abate, and I
could feel the moisture of my seed on Licia's chin and lips as she
continued to nurse at Charel's overflowing pussy.
   Drained beyond that of any memory, I slowly rolled onto my back,
remaining locked to Charel's blonde-fringed pussy with my still
twitching cock. Licia slowly raised herself up and then threw herself
lengthwise atop Charel's damp form, their taut young breasts mashing
into one another. I could now see the stickiness of the juices of Charel
and my combined passions affixed to Licia's lips, which now descended to
press at her blonde cousin's mouth. Charel's tongue greedily emerged to
lap at the wetness, savoring the sexual tang. Licia's thighs had slid
between Charel's slightly widespread limbs, and I could feel the two
maids' lust- engorged pussies press against one another. Clearly, they
were not yet done. I, however, felt that I would never have the strength
to again engage in an act of passion, so enervating was my own
incredible explosion.
   I gently rolled onto my side, and disengaged myself from their
embrace. I sat up and looked down lovingly at these two young serving
girls, knowing that I had enjoyed an experience of which most men could
barely even dream. As though reading my thoughts, they simultaneously
turned their lust smeared faces up to me and grinned appreciatively.
They then closed their eyes, and I could see that they would be asleep
in moments in one anothers' arms - whether from the afterglow of their
climaxes or the consequence of the wine and smoke I could not say.
   I trudged down to the pool and hopped in to clean the sweat and
juices
of my maids from me. The young nymphet who had greeted me earlier again
was coupling with her uncle, only now she was bent over the edge of the
pool, taking his long, slim organ in her tight young ass, a practice
with
which I had little experience.  The heavy-breasted, sweet-faced blonde
who had a short while earlier in the pool received the seed of the
nobleman on her soft lips and cheeks now greeted me with soap, and
gently washed me. The softness of her hands again drew a stiffness into
my loins which I thought I never again would see, and she looked at me
with eyes that both offered and promised much.
   At that moment, I saw a flash of dark green over her shoulder, and I
saw a hooded figure step away from the far edge of the amphitheatre and
into a patch of trees, out of my sight. My drug-fogged brain started, as
I
recalled my purpose - well, at least my original purpose - in coming to
the festival's party up here for the nobles. I was to try to find the
person in the green cloak who had struck the Prime Minister and had
taken
the royal gemstones.
   I palmed the lovely cheek of the blonde and cupped one of her
astounding, overflowing breasts. I assured her of her allure but
explained that another call of nature demanded my attention first, but
that I would return later to join her. She good-naturedly sighed and
toweled me dry, and then assisted me in putting my trousers back on. I
kissed her soundly, and then headed around the pool to follow the
mysterious green-cloaked assailant....


                            SOLSTICE CASTLE PART VII

  (In which our hero, teenaged orphan Jaze, seeking to find the
mysterious green-cloaked stranger who clubbed the Prime Minister and
stole some of the magical royal gemstones, finds himself a guest at a
royal debauch, having just enjoyed the combined favors of two nubile
young cousins and gone down to the the castle pool to cleanse himself,
where he spots the assailant.)

   I palmed the lovely cheek of the blonde maid and cupped one of her
astounding, overflowing breasts. I assured her of her allure but
explained that another call of nature demanded my attention first, but
that I would return later to join her. She good-naturedly sighed and
toweled me dry, and then assisted me in putting my trousers back on. I
kissed her soundly, and then headed around the pool to follow the
mysterious green-cloaked assailant....

       [End of Part VI]

   After slipping away from the scene of drug and wine-enhanced debauch
around the pool, I climbed to the top of the natural ampitheatre and
entered the forested area, where sweet smelling eucalyptus and coastal
pines dotted the otherwise mossy area.  A sturdy fence a head taller
than my own height ran along my left, with the stand of trees to my
left. After stealthily proceeding some forty paces, I heard voices and
stopped behind a eucalyptus, my hands resting on the peeling bark.
   Peeking around it, I saw not one but two figures in green cloaks,
standing in a quiet huddle, conversing. Their hoods remained over their
heads, and I could not make out their faces.  They were but seven or
eight paces from me, but their voices were low and I could make out only
snatches of their conversation, and their deep voices were similar
enough
that I could not even detect which of the two was speaking at any given
moment.
   Still, there was no disputing the conspiratorial tone of their
meeting. Bits of sentences reached me: "King must not find out.... a few
more of the jewels, with the power to help us trace the remainder of the
set... old gypsy who disclosed the ancient magic ... will not tell her
tale to anyone else ... that damn girl who intruded on us thankfully is
a
mute ... think someone else may have seen ... Here is your pay, but will
expect more."
   At those last words, the arms of the two men came together, as they
obviously were passing some coins for a task committed by one of them.
I
realized that the meeting was breaking up and that, if either man
returned back down the path, I most certainly would be seen. I backed
away from the tree quietly and headed back toward the pool area, but
quickly stopped.  At the head of the path stood two fearsome guards. I
quickly realized that my tenuous role as guest of Phenshraw, the Prince,
did not extend to snooping around in what was obviously the royal
family's private arbor, and I likely would be banished from the castle
if I was spotted there.
   Given little choice, I grabbed the top of the fence and vaulted over,
landing atop a scratchy juniper, which clawed at my bare chest. I heard
the rustling of a cloak back on the other side of the fence as its owner
rushed by. I scrambled forward and pressed my eye up against a gap
between two slats in the fence. All I could see was the back of one of
the retreating figures as he confidently strode back to the party, his
arms swinging wide. My eye caught a red glint on his left hand from
reflected light of a torch next to one of the soldiers. The man
obviously
had a great ruby ring on that hand. One of the soldiers saluted him as
he passed by.
   Crouched there behind the juniper, I tried to put the new information
in order in my mind. Clearly this man with the ruby ring was plotting
against the King, and the jewels which he had tried to steal from the
Prime Minister lay at the center of the scheme. Some gypsy had told him
of their magical powers and now her safety was at risk. If I could get
this information to Queen Serjeena, she could certainly identify a man
who possessed such authority and access and who bore a large ruby ring.
She could order the man arrested, and I'd be a hero. And... I realized
that then I might well claim the reward of her own flesh that the
lovely,
dark-haired queen had offered.
    I began to look for a place to re-scale the fence to return to the
nobles-only party which I had recently left. On this side of the fence,
the landscaping consisted of rolling green hillocks dotted with oaks and
more eucalyptus, sloping gradually away from me.  This area was bordered
by the fence, which itself was lined with exotic bushes and purple and
blue flowers. Torches were dotted about, every ten yards or so.  Some
forty yards beyond, I could see a path that returned to the Castle, and
I somehow sensed that this was a private garden intended for the royal
family alone.
   I walked along the fence away from the direction of the party to make
sure that I would be out of sight of the guards on the other side when I
leapt over. Just as I reached up to begin my vault, I detected voices
back behind me. I quickly dropped to a crouch behind a bush and looked
over the top of the hillock behind it.
   Through the filtered view of the bushes, I could see three female
figures sitting about at the bottom of a ring of grassy hillock. I dared
to raise my head further. Facing me were Lorena and Rebca, with a red-
haired figure facing away from me. I realized that they were sitting
with
their legs tucked underneath then at the edge of a small pond. Girlish
giggles came from their huddled heads.  The women were wearing sheer
gowns not unlike those that Charel and Licia were wearing back at the
pond - or at least had been wearing until I had persuaded the two vixens
to remove them.
   Lorena's mouth opened in breathy excitement. "Have you ever seen such
goings on?" she exclaimed. "I thought I'd go up in flames when I saw all
those huge cocks pumping away." Rebca covered her mouth in mock shock in
reaction to the statuesques blonde's use of the vulgar term for a man's
most treasured member. Lorena continued, "I hope your father never
discovers that one can see part of the pool area from that spot on your
balcony."
   The red-haired woman threw her head back in laughter, exposing her
face for the first time. I sat stunned. It was Princess Paleem!  She was
unveiled, unshrouded and - if you take into account the silhouettes
'neath her almost sheer gown as highlighted by the flickering torches
behind her - almost unclothed.
 Oh gentle reader. How can I convey to you the sight of one so fair? My
mind gave little heed to the deadly risk that I should surely be sliced
from throat to crotch in an instant should one of the King's guard espy
me peeping at the princess while in such a state. I could only sit and
gape, knowing that I was watching what surely was a beauty beyond any
seen elsewhere in the land. Her reddish hair flowed softly round her
oval face and lit gently upon soft white shoulders. Her hazel eyes
flashed with intelligence and impish curiosity. A small, almost button
nose and her red bow of a mouth completed the picture that had me
transfixed. In my thrall, I barely even noticed the treasures of her
slim, but still buxom form.
 Her laugh and her voice - how can I describe those. Soft, almost
childlike, but bursting with wonder and perceptiveness. She laughed
again and trilled, "But Lorena, when I am to be with a man, it will be
gloriously romantic. I do not wish to be with some Duke's greasy son
whom father forces me to have as a husband, who will take me like he's
taken the kitchen serving wenches while out on cavalry maneuvers. I want
a man of sensitivity, who will treat my fantasies and desires as a
canvas on which to paint a masterpiece."
   Lorena leaned forward in a fit of giggles, and even Rebca laughed
silently into her hand. "Oh, milady," Lorena said in mock
disappointment.
  "How could you possibly imagine that a man of such artistry - and
patience - walks the soil of our land? Men are rude and rutting monsters
who will take what they feel they are entitled to at the first
opportunity ....."  Lorena paused and looked at Rebca - "and thank the
Lord for that!" The two resumed their giggling, while Paleem blushed.
    "Oh Lorena, you randy slut!" Paleem continued in mock disapproval.
My organ, already stiffening at the sight of these three visions in
their
translucent gowns, grew to greater prominence at the sound of a princess
and that perfect mouth using such language. "There are other men than
those you drag into your bed at swordpoint. I can see him now, young and
slim, with small hips and broad shoulders. His hair just a little longer
than current fashion dictates." I squirmed - such a description matched
my own!
   Paleem continued, "He will come to me and gently lay me on a thick
feather mattress...."  With that, the Princess leaned back against a
grassy hillock, her arms stretched above her head. For the first time I
fully noticed her magnificent breasts beneath the gauzy fabric, jutting
straight to the stars in taut, rounded fullness. Her eyes closed as she
went on with her tableau in dreamy fashion. "He will come to me softly,
and I will beckon him to me..." Paleem extended an arm and grasped that
of Rebca, curled on the far side of her. Rebca giggled and played along,
scooting over to sit alongside her mistress.
   "And then he will run his knowing but unhurried hands over my face
and
neck..." Rebca picked up the cue, and did so with rapt attention to
Paleema's mezmerizig words.  "And along the curves of my body and down
to my hips..." Again, Rebca with but momentary hesitation complied,
placing a small hand on Paleem's shoulder, and then rubbing it over the
tops and sides of the woman's breast, just bypassing her obviously erect
nipple. The dark-haired young maid then traced Paleem's torso in a
teasing path to her hipbone, then stroked horizontally across her
thighs.
   Paleem smiled and moaned, then raised and slightly parted her thighs,
allowing the hem of the gown to ride down to mid thigh. "Yes," she went
on, "his hands will caress my knee and inner thigh, and I will know that
my time has come to be not just a daughter or a princess - but a woman."
Paleem raised one thigh and grasped Rebca's arm, firmly yanking the girl
atop her own sprawled form. Paleema reached behind Rebca's back and
flipped the maid's skirt to her waist, exposing those marvelous slim ass
cheeks which I had savored the previous night.
   My mind raced. If Rebca wore no undergarment then perhaps Paleem too
did not, and their bared loins must therefore be touching! From my
vantage point, the hem of Paleem'a white gown still obscured her groin,
and I thus could only speculate.  Rebca braced herself on extended arms
and began churning her loins in imitation of the act of love between man
and woman, and neither of the two lovelies seemed to regret the
substitution, as their faces were contorted in passion. Their mock
sexual act took on a legitimacy of its own, as the two beauties' mounds
ground together, and I could sense that this might be the first time
that the Princess would react that ultimate explosion of fire at her
center.
    Lorena sat in stunned arousal. I could see her long-fingered hand
slide down her own voluptuous body to descend under the hem of her robe
to press against her inflamed pussy.
   In my own aroused state, I was about to reach down and offer relief
to my own now straining organ when I felt a talented hand press up
against it. I whirled around and found myself staring into the face of
Serjeen - my Queen and the mother of Paleem, the object of my voyeurism!
   Serjeen quietly beckoned me away from the bush. I reluctantly
followed, unable to resist casting a final glance back at the erotic
scene, where I saw that Paleema's head was rhythmically rocking back and
forth in growing excitement, her magnificent scarlet locks sweeping
across her features. Rebca continued pressing her own sweet pussy
against the of the princess, and her perfectly chiseled features were
aglow in her own sexual excitement.
   The raven-tressed queen, who now was attired in dark but simple
evening dress, led me down along the fence back in the direction of the
party, until we were out of both eyesight and vision of the salacious
trio of girls. She turned and faced me with a wry smile. "When I asked
you to keep an eye out for me, I did not expect that you would find it
within your duties to peek at my daughter and her ladies-in-waiting,
young Jaze. You must allow a young woman some privacy, particularly when
she is discovering her own sexuality among her intimates." Obviously,
Serjeen was not at all concernced that her teenage daughter was
exploring such sexuality with the aid of another young girl.
   I blushed and stammered that I was merely trying to escape from the
malefactor that she had sent me to find. I proudly told her of the
conversation between the two cloaked men and the identifying ruby ring
worn by the apparent ring leader.  She did not seem particularly
relieved, as she said, "That's all well and good, but unfortunately such
a ring is worn by most members of the Drofnast clan from the southlands.
Still, it is good to now, as it limits the number of suspects and tells
us that perhaps that clan is undertaking a conspiracy to take over the
throne by the use of the jewels. The Drofnasts are such a tightnit clan
that it is possible that, with such powers, they could muster the forces
to do so."
   Serjeena smiled fondly and brushed a stry lock of hair from my eyes.
"You have done well, my handsome stripling, and fully deserving of the
rewards promised you." My trousers tented at the implied promise. "But,"
she continued, "now is not the time, as much as I too might wish it. You
must return to the party and continue to make...."  - she searched for a
word and then grinned - "connections with those who might help you. I
will speak to my husband and we will determine how to proceed further.
We are in your debt, young Jaze."
   Her cool, dark eyes scanned mine, and she cupped my cheek with her
hand. Serjeen leaned forward and pressed her lips against my own,
parting them slightly. With modest but increasing urgency, my Queen's
tongue slid forward between our parted lips and danced with my tongue,
skillfully gliding to and fro. She clearly wished to impart to me the
promise of what ministrations such a tongue could deliver to my fondest
appendage, which in response threatended to burst from my trousers.
Serjeen finally broke our kiss and slid away. I could only lean against
the fence in enervated wonder. With an effort, I revaulted the fence,
slipped past a guard attempting to peek over the lip of the ampitheatre
to see the lascivious revels continuing below, and returned to the
party.
 As I returned to the scene, I noticed that the sexual frenzy had not
abated, no doubt due in part to the effect of the aphrodisiac herbs
which nearly all had ingested. Partners had changed, but the nature of
the activity had not. My blonde "attendant" Charel lay prone on the
grass in apparent sleep, but her brunette cousin Licia was fully awake
and lying on her back perpendicular to Charel, her head pillowed on
Charel's firm young ass. Licia's knees were up and widespread, and the
noble who I earlier had seen in the pool enjoying the oral attentions of
the buxom blonde I had spoken to a few minutes ago now was driving his
long staff into Licia's tight young quim.
 At that moment, the rousing frenzied music slowed and then ended, with
the dark-curled dancer who was swaying in front of the band slumping to
her knees. Few of the revelers took notice of the change, so caught up
were they in their lustful activities. I took my eyes from the stage and
circled around toward the back of the grassy ampitheatre, hoping to find
another willing beauty who might wish to share in the stiffness that my
observation of Paleem and Rebca had brought on. In doing so, I failed to
notice the tall slim blind-folded woman with a long linen sack move to
the stage....


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