Not enough sex in the beginning, but Kivan and Amber get naughty eventually. Be patient.
Fippy Darkpaw the First was just as famous in Qeynos as he was among the Gnolls out in Antonica, though the two sentiments felt for him were diametrically opposed. Fippy the First had been acknowledged a great threat to the peace of Qeynos until a Templar’s mace, swung by Sir Casimir Tonmerk, had cracked up against his skull clear though the best helmet Fippy had owned. The mace, it was assumed, still remained in the hands of the Gnolls, though no one knew more than that about it.
At the time of that battle, the Tonmerk Family had been as noble as any House in Qeynos. The Family had declined in prestige since then. Such things happen when the children of great lords marry for love instead of power. Succeeding generations of Tonmerk patriarchs would say “We once were as dignified as any House in Qeynos, even the Vishra’s and Bowerbrooks”. Those men had tried to tell their daughters to be proud, but the daughters had married foolish men of low status and poor reputation and the House had fallen in stature until it had long ceased to be noble.
There was only an inkling among the regretful parents of foolish Tonmerk children that there once was a greatness of which those of the Tonmerk name could be proud. The exploits of brave Tonmerk men...and women...in the old days could be there to be read should any present day Tonmerk scion deign to climb into the attics of the last mansion the family owned and dust off the family histories.
Had they done so, they might have read of the great battle Sir Casimir Tonmerk fought against the great Gnollish Chieftain Fippy Darkpaw the First.
Under Fippy, the Darkpaw had begun the invasion of Antonica. It was only after the Darkpaw had shown the other clans it could be done that the Sabertooth, the Timberclaw and the Cavemaw also came to the rich lands of Antonica.
Fippy had dueled the Great Sir Casimir in full view of his clan. It was Fippy’s intent that by publicly defeating the great warrior, all Gnolls would behold Fippy’s power. By that impressive victory, Fippy would thus consolidate his Leadership of the Darkpaw while simultaneously extending a domination over the lesser clans.
The battle was fierce but at last Fippy prevailed.
Initially the clans had been impressed by Fippy’s triumph and Fippy indeed achieved all the power he hoped to hold over all the clans in Antonica. But Fippy had sustained a serious injury before he had bested Sir Casimir. Casimir’s mace had landed a powerful blow against Fippy’s right temple. The onlooking Gnolls all agreed his helmet had saved him as they saw Fippy sway under the blow but then shake off the injury. Brave Fippy soon was pressing the Human back onto his heels. Fippy at last delivered the fatal blow.
While the clan at first lauded his victory, over the next months they soon noticed that Fippy was no longer the wise leader he once was. Fippy began to be suspicious of everyone and he could not control his anger. Moreover, his bravery had devolved into foolhardy recklessness. He was hard to deal with. It was that blow he took, all the Darkpaw clan whispered. It had damaged his brain.
Thus, contrary to the initial expectations of supremacy over all clans, the powerful Darkpaws declined in power and were soon eclipsed by the Sabertooth and Timberclaw, upstarts who could never hope to be what the Darkpaw once were. Eventually the Darkpaws lost Blackburrow to the Sabertooths.
The decline in the prestige of the Darkpaw was blamed by the clan on the mad Fippy. Eventually ousted from leadership, Fippy spent his days sitting on “Fippy’s Hill” above Qeynos, glaring down at the impregnable walls. Cared for by his exiled family, he ranted daily on the evils of Humans and generated impossible schemes by which he would single-handedly defeat Qeynos and regain the esteem of his clan.
The offspring of Fippy the First had never been taken back by the Darkpaw. Eventually, they found a ‘home’ in the Down Below among the other riff raff that resided there. Lurking in the sewers and crypts, they eked out a squalid living supplying contraband Gnollish Stout to certain unpatriotic Qeynos innkeepers. Income from that was supplemented by providing a safe hideaway for those Qeynos citizens wanted by the authorities. Many a rascal had stayed in that haven while waiting for the heat to blow over.
Arabella had twice been obliged to pay the costly fee to stay a few nights in ‘Crow’s Resting Place’; a secluded area in the Down Below ‘owned’ by Fippy’s descendants. Few knew about it and even fewer could find it on their own.
Standing beside Arabella, Fippy Darkpaw the Fourth stood regarding the old sarcophagus in the dead-end alcove Arabella had stumbled upon.
“This is the very grave of Sir Casimir Tonmerk” Fippy the Fourth explained to Arabella as he regarded the dilapidated sarcophagus. “He was killed in deadly battle with my exalted ancestor...and namesake....Fippy Darkpaw. Fippy Darkpaw the Great.”
Fippy seemed quite moved by the grave. “The shaman of the Darkpaw have passed down the ‘tail’ of the great battle. Several stanza’s tell of the near mortal blow Fippy took from Tonmrerk’s mace and how Fippy staggered then rallied to fight bravely on. The narrative relates how Human and Gnoll fought intrepidly on into the late afternoon, neither giving ground, neither besting the other. As twilight approached, those watching feared Fippy the Great was losing ground. My brave ancestor desperately tried a tactic that completely fooled Sir Casimir. Misreading the deceptive maneuver, Tonmerk struck left, and that was the end of the brave and noble Sir Casimir Tonmerk of Qeynos as Fippy’s battleaxe severed head from shoulders.”
Fippy the Fourth regarded the sarcophagus silently for a moment. His ears had lowered in what would have been regarded as a sign of submission had he been a pet dog. Arabella assumed that Gnolls, exactly like their canine cousins, showed submissive respect by doing that with their ears.
“I must request to hear the entire Saga should I ever meet a Darkpaw shaman” Arabella said, hoping to sound impressed but also hoping to never suffer through such an “epic” rendition which, she was sure, would sound to her as nothing but Gnollish snaps and barks.
“Oh, Arabella!” Fippy responded “pour me a couple pints of Gnollish Stout and I will deliver to your ears the entire saga, committed to my memory as a pup by my most loving and stern mother. She was the best bitch a pup could want to be raised by. I can still feel her bites on my backside whenever I messed up a stanza or two while attempting to memorize the “Saga of Fippy’s Battle and the Mace of Mossclean”.
Fippy made a respectful bow to the remains of his family’s long fallen opponent. “Well” he concluded “there the body of the Great Warrior lies in defeat but never in shame.” Fippy paused and then modified his statement “Well, I mean, most of his body is there. His head is on display in Blackburrow. Generations ago, during some treaty negotiations, it was proposed to return his head to this grave but Old King Antonius said there was more honour in his head remaining in Blackburrow among his enemies. A wise old King, that fellow.”
Arabella was anxious to get to Crow’s Resting Place. Her breasts were getting very uncomfortable and she wanted a safe place to express her milk. Unfortunately, Fippy was not yet done showing reverence to the headless body of his familial enemy. She hoped he would be done soon.
At last, Fippy stirred from his reverent thoughts and looked at Arabella. “Just head back to the beginning of this corridor, past that harmless little scorpion, turn right and straight on until you get to Crow’s Resting Place.” Fippy handed Arabella a coin as he spoke. “You’ll need this to get in. Leave it on my poker table once you are inside. I already have two other guests hiding out for a time. Just grab a bunk they aren’t using. I’ll be home tonight, after I do a little business with Lodi Bightn up above.”
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Cadwarra was wearing her new dress. Like her ball gown, it was a Clothspinner and like her ball gown it had a slit up the side, albeit the slit did not extend as far up her leg as it did on her formal gown. Despite the slit, it was a much more everyday item of clothing, though it was just as becoming.
The dress had arrived, unsolicited, from the Clothspinner firm just as Cadwarra had received a note from Marshall Vishra reminding her of her morning appointment with her Druid teacher and also advising her that she was to present herself to the Royal Palace later in the day in order to be confirmed in her new office of Ambassador.
She was just realizing she had nothing suitable to wear while being presented to the Queen when a messenger delivered the new dress out of the blue. The Messenger watched her open the Clothspinner box and pull out the beautiful garment. He was a Wood Elf such as herself so perhaps he assumed a bit too much familiarity. “Want me to help you put it on, Little Lady?”
Amber had cut in immediately. “I am quite sure we can manage, Baltazar.” She had closed the door rather rudely as he left.
Amber had turned back to Cadwarra and, seeing Cadwarra looking at the dress with a puzzled expression, explained. “Clothspinner & Company seems to have realized you are becoming quite important. They are soliciting your patronage with a gift. They will make back the cost of this dress by overcharging you on the next few but that is to be expected. Just make sure you get them to bring lots of tea and biscotti at every appointment.”
Cadwarra made her way to the Temple of Life. Her dress and the leg that the slit revealed turned a few heads. Her Elven ears allowed her to overhear a woman ask her friend “Is that pretty girl wearing a Clothspinner, do you suppose? I bet she paid for it on her back.”
A young lad nudged his buddy “If that was my girlfriend, I would have that dress pushed up to her armpits while I fucked her right there on the pavement!”
“I would totally do her” his pal agreed “right in up to the hilt, hard and fast!”
There was a note waiting for her when she arrived at the Temple of Life to meet the Old Druidess for her heal spell lessons. She was requested to come to the Old Druidess’s home in Willow Wood at noon.
“She said she forgot to bring something” a Novitiate Druid told Cadwarra. “You’ll need to go to her home instead of meeting her here.” He shrugged at her puzzled expression and intoned the old adage. “If the tree won’t come to the Druid, the Druid must come to the tree.”
Despite the chill of the autumn morning, it was a pleasant walk to Willow Wood Village. She had been to the Druidess’s house before. Cadwarra easily remembered where the Old Druidess resided. It was right by that smoky building with the big chimney. She knocked on the door.
“You are late, Child” was the response from inside the small cottage. The door remained closed.
“Pardon, Madam Druidess” Cadwarra shouted through the thick oak door “but I think I am on time.” Smoke from the building next door wafted around her. There was the flat sound of a hammer going clungggg...! ....clungggg...!.
“No” came the answer inside the oak door “You are not on time. When you realized how weak your heal spells were, you should have been here a fortnight ago. Did you think I did not know of you trying to heal that young man in jail? He barely survived.”
Cadwarra waved her hand trying to get the smoke out of her eyes. The hammering next door had changed to a metallic blang!...blang! as if someone that knew how to swing a hammer had taken over the task.
At last the door opened and the Old Druidess stood there, blocking Cadwarra from entering. Cadwarra quickly realized the Old Druidess was merely preventing her old cat from getting outside. “At least the boy had a good orgasm, Cadwarra. I’ll give you credit for that.”
Cadwarra curtsied her usual inexpert curtsy. Not for the first time Cadwarra wondered how these Druids seemed to know so much about things that happened no where near them. “I am not good with heals” she conceded. “I am sorry I did not come sooner.”
“Sooner? You are right on time. If you did not realize before now that you needed to come here, then you would have been wasting your time coming here before now. I have no tolerance for that.”
“I see, Madam Druidess” Cadwarra lied.
“The tea is ready. Come in and tell me about this boy that blew his load for you in jail. The quality of the three heals you cast on him was embarrassing.”
The tea was comforting on a cool day. They finished a second cup while Cadwarra described how Falco had sucked on her tits and came in her mouth through the bars while she cast her orgasmic heal spell to very little effect. She explained how she met Falco and how he had tried to take credit for the spiders she had killed in the Forest Ruins then tried to feel her up while they were swimming in their underclothes near the waterfall in Baubleshire.
“You wasted three heal spells on that creep?” The Old Druidess seemed to approve of Cadwarra trying to help the boy, despite her dismissive words. Cadwarra confessed she had let Falco rut with her behind the rocks in the Forest Ruins a week after they had gone near-naked swimming. After he was done screwing her, she never saw him again until they landed in jail together.
“I felt so sorry for him, the way he had been beaten.” Cadwarra sipped some tea. It was very good tea. “He seemed just a little better after I cast the spells. My friend Llisanya later made some arrangements to get him released and he apparently walked out of the cell on his own power, so I am glad that my heals did something for him and that he is alright.” Cadwarra then took a deep breath and confessed “I am sorry to say that I hope I do not run into him again...as long as he is healthy. He is a bit obnoxious, you see.”
“A bit obnoxious?” That was all the Old Druidess needed to discuss about that. It did little to explain why Cadwarra’s heal spells were so poor. She bent down and grabbed her old cat, who meowed an indignant protest at being picked up. “As you can see this cat is on his last legs. I should have healed him last evening and kept him going a little longer, poor thing, but I knew you were seeing me today.” The Old Druidess plunked her cat down on the table. The near blind feline instantly sniffed out the location of the cream pitcher. The Old Druidess let him lap it all up.
“It was some weeks ago, now, I taught you two standard heal spells. Let’s see how well you can fix old Puss.”
Cadwarra cast her heals. That cat kept enjoying the cream but he did not look any healthier after Cadwarra’s ministrations.
“I think those spells of yours just cost my cat four of his nine lives, Paladin.” The Old Druidess cast one spell, just ONE spell, and the old mouser looked much better. “That’ll keep him going a bit but I fear I won’t be having him very much longer. I’ll hate to lose him.”
The cat, done with the cream and somewhat rejuvenated, jumped off the table and began nosing about. Cadwarra suspected he was hunting mice.
The Old Druidess sat there, mulling over Cadwarra’s poor performance. “I am not sure what the problem is.” She drained her teacup. As she set it down and declined Cadwarra’s offer to pour more she asked “tell me about the best Celebration of Tunare you have enjoyed since I last saw you.”
Cadwarra quickly went over in her mind all the great fucks that Qeynos men had given her; all those lovely erect cocks penetrating her; the men eagerly pinning her down; the feel of cum flooding into her pussy; the thrill to know that she had just given another man pleasure in reverent honour of Tunare. Yet when she opened her mouth to speak she talked about how nice it was to wake up that one morning with Diamander and to be raped by him twice. He had forgotten all about his boyfriend and had taken her like a man was meant to take her. He had not waited for permission.
Rather than be impressed by her lusting affection for Diamander the Old Druidess had asked bluntly “Does he worship Tunare?”
“I guess he worships Marr” she suggested. Cadwarra had only heard Diamander mention Marr once. It was when he had dropped an entire pot of his trademark vulrich stew on the kitchen floor.
“So, as far as you know, no male who worships Tunare properly has ever pushed his lovely hard orgasm-inducing woman-pleasing penis into you and given you the pleasure which Tunare has created you to enjoy on her behalf. Have I summed that up accurately, Child?”
“I suppose, Madam Druidess” Cadwarra admitted. “The last boy to worship Tunare and fuck me was my fiancé, Fayt. That was a long time ago.” Cadwarra felt a pang to speak of Fayt.
The Old Druidess was not seeming to be paying attention to Cadwarra. She was listening to the silence. “Do you hear that?” she asked Cadwarra.
“Hear what, Mistress Druid? I hear nothing.”
“Exactly, why is there no hammering?”
“Hammering?”
“Hammering.” The Old Druidess looked at Cadwarra. “That uptight Blacksmith Mossclean is always hammering. Now it’s stopped.”
The Old Druidess got up and looked out the window at the big smoky building next door. She turned back to Cadwarra. “Do you feel the divine aura of lovemaking nearby? Someone is honouring Tunare. Quite close by.”
“I see” Cadwarra lied.
The Old Druidess chuckled at Cadwarra’s polite dishonesty. “I’ll explain. Sometimes a couple meets and Tunare will intervene to hurry things along. She would only do that if the two lovers, while they are coupling, are making Divine Magic.”
“Magic?” The information was intriguing to Cadwarra, but could they not get back to her problem with her heal spells?
The Old Druidess saw Cadwarra was not understanding so she spelled it out. “If Tunare is not empowering your heal spells she must be waiting for you to find that certain someone. The couple next door have just done that: they found each other and are making special magic with their bodies. You need to find a partner that will do that for you.”
“How will I do that?”
The Old Druidess seemed to be at a rare loss for an answer. “Well, that I do not know...yet.” She got up to put the teacups on the counter. Cadwarra followed her with the cream and sugar bowls. The Old Druidess glanced out the window to see Kivan leave the smithy. After a few steps he broke into a sprint, heading back to Qeynos. She pointed him out to Cadwarra. “Now where do you suppose that boy is running to?”
Cadwarra recognized the boy as the Server that had flagrantly eyed up her exposed leg at the Vishra Mansion. “He looks like he is running from the scene of a crime” she conjectured. “Do you suppose he took something of value?”
“Oh, yes” the Old Druidess answered with a knowing chuckle. “He certainly took something ‘of value’. But don’t fear, the treasure was willingly surrendered following the quick conquest. There was no crime.”
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The sprinting Kivan arrived back at the Vishra Manor on time. His thoughts were no longer filled with the lust he had so recently had for Lady Cadwarra. He felt nothing but intense love for his Lady Blacksmith. Zanhass’s intoxicating fragrance of smoke and perspiration filled his nostrils. He could still taste her lips on his. He thought of her pretty smile and the way she giggled as his thrusts quickened. The memory of her affection reawakened his hard-on.
His penis was still erect when Kivan was shown into the elegant dining room where Lady Vishra was sitting. He did not dare keep Lady Vishra waiting while his boner softened.
It was only a luncheon, but everything on the table was silver and crystal. Lady Vishra was pouring the last of the tea for her daughter, Lady Amber.
Lady Vishra set the empty teapot down. “Perfect timing, Squire Kivan.” She definitely noticed the bulge he was trying to hide. “I assume this unusually prompt arrival and that tent you are pitching means you did not tarry in some bushes on the way back from Willow Wood, jerking off as you were doing all last night?” Lady Vishra seemed to have an obsession with male masturbation.
While Lady Amber took a good long look at the bulge to which her mother was referring, Kivan deftly avoided answering the accusatory question by making a neutral response. “At your service, My Lady.” There was no use trying to hide his hardness; everyone could see it and no one seemed offended. He was proud that Lady Amber was still staring.
Lady Vishra seemed to decide to ignore Kivan. She turned her head and pointedly spoke to her daughter instead. “You need to take a page out of this horny young man’s book, Amber: instead of chasing after forbidden fruit, he merely rubs one out.”
Amber, at last tearing her eyes off of Kivan’s crotch, scowled petulantly at her mother. The lunch had started well. Mama had been impressed by Amber’s adventures out in Antonica and as sardine sandwiches and smoked lox were served she had asked Amber several insightful questions about the Gnoll ambush. She had complimented Amber’s bravery and let it slip she had suggested to Papa that Amber should receive more lessons in weaponry. “Papa says for you to keep that dagger he lent you.”
That was all good but then Mama had brought up the embarrassing fact that the intimate interlude with Diamander was known and that such coupling with her cousin was not to be repeated. That was why Diamander had been sent away and upon his return she was allowed no further sexual intercourse with him. Not ever. Never. Mama had been quite stern about that.
Amber had sat there in humiliation, being dressed down emphatically and unfairly, just for having some afternoon fun. “Let Cadwarra do her job” Mama had told her. “She is quite capable of keeping Diamander satisfied with no help from you.”
Mama then went on and on ad nauseam about how disgusting incest was. She then listed all the birth defects associated with inbreeding and blah, blah, blah while Amber had tried to think who told Mama what she had done. And why did Papa have to know?
She had hoped that Kivan’s appearance would finally shut Mama up about her sexual transgressions but that had been too much to hope for, it seemed. Mama had merely embarrassed everyone by talking about masturbation. Amber suspected Mama liked to watch men jerk off.
Lady Vishra ignored her daughter’s obvious pique in answer to her helpful suggestion about self-satisfaction. She was sure Amber had gotten the message to leave Diamander alone.
Lady Vishra rose and stepped toward the respectfully waiting Kivan. She put her left arm around Kivan’s waist and reached her right hand down to hold his erection through his clothes. Kivan stood still, obliged to allow the powerful Matriarch to have her pleasure.
“Come here, Amber” she said. “Put your hand right here on this perfectly good erection. Feel how hard Squire Kivan rightfully is.”
Not wishing to displease her mother further by disobeying her, Amber approached and felt Kivan as instructed. It was a nice enough piece of boy meat but nothing to rival the size of Diamander. Besides, she was done fucking immature boys.
Kivan endured the women’s familiarity with mixed feelings. He was complimented, but he thought of Zanhass and hoped the Ladies were not going to ask him to do anything more than let them examine his private parts; they belonged to Zanhass now.
He was unable to refuse the attentions of mother and daughter, though. They were Ladies and he a servant. He knew enough not to complain about whatever they wanted to do and right now they wanted to feel his Zanhass-inspired erection.
Mother and daughter felt Kivan a bit longer then Mama spoke to Amber, rather patronizingly. “You see, Honey? Manservants may walk in to perform their routine duties only to find us half-naked while our maids are dressing us. They may bring more hot water for us and see us nude in our bath. The poor fellows; our casual nakedness constantly gives them erections like Kivan has here.”
Lady Vishra looked hard at her daughter. Her next remark was more of an accusation than an observation. “I am sure the male servants have already seen your bare breasts several times, Amber. And I am not just referring to that scandalous dress you were wearing last night. Poor Lord Marshford could hardly resist your blatant invitation to bed you, could he?”
Lady Vishra squeezed Kivan’s cock gently. She had lost the thread of the conversation by complaining about Amber’s dress. She returned to the matter of servants’ boners. “Do understand the arousal our servants experience when we bathe nude and demand they wash our backs. Why, it’s a kindness to take care of their tumescent penises once in a while.”
Amber had already understood this. There were plenty of manservants she found quite handsome. She knew the times of day when they had duties requiring they enter Amber’s quarters. Even in her younger days, Amber had managed to be nude when they entered, enjoying the chance to expose her body to them. She had feigned modesty, quickly grabbing a towel or article of clothing too small to hide her body from the attractive man. She would move the towel about, frantically covering each part of her body in turn but only contriving to show the Domestic every part of her nakedness. She had liked them to see that she now had pubic hair.
Lady Vishra continued to caress Kivan’s penis as she lectured her daughter. She thought of Kivan’s cum and how nice it had tasted in her coffee that morning. Despite that memory fanning her desire for the boy’s cock, she removed her hand from Kivan, leaving her daughter to keep feeling. “To continue on with the subject of sexually aroused male servants, Amber; please consider my advice; when you are so horny you need some cock, you grab a hard servant like this fellow and use him to please you until you no longer want that forbidden cock you so ache to have. That’s what I did when I was your age, Sweetie. It’s really quite fun.”
Lady Vishra watched Amber’s hand lovingly slide up and down Kivan’s bulging length and asked in a belittling tone calculated to piss off Amber “understand, Dear?”
“Yes, Mama” Amber answered, as annoyed as Lady Vishra intended. She was wishing Mama would shut up with the oblique references to her physical loving with Diamander. What was the big deal? They weren’t stupid enough to be making a baby.
Despite Kivan’s obvious discomfort at having her hand on his prick, Amber kept running her fingers along Kivan’s hard length. She felt an urge to pull it out and start sucking.
Mama could read Amber like a book. “I can see he is exciting you, Sweetie. He is good looking, isn’t he? No doubt you’ll want to give him a blow job as soon as you get him alone.”
Of course Mama was right, that’s what was so aggravating; despite her intention to no longer dally with mere boys, Amber found this lad’s stiffened penis too tempting. Amber really wanted to suck it and she really wanted to annoy Mama.
Right in front of Mama, Amber defiantly dropped to her knees, mouth level to Kivan’s crotch. She expertly undid Kivan’s laces in an instant and exposed his erect cock before Mama could say a word. Amber was pleased how it stuck out so far. It was a beauty.
Unashamed to have Mama see, she immediately took as much cock into her mouth as would fit. She looked Mama in the eye as she began to eagerly suck on Kivan’s pecker.
Despite his loyalty to Zanhass and the guilt he felt, Kivan still enjoyed the attention. He noted that Jenna’s blowjob that morning had involved a lot of tongue while Amber used more lip. Both felt very good, embarrassed though he felt at the moment.
Lady Vishra registered no surprise at her daughter’s lewd behaviour. As she watched, she was pleased to see that Amber appeared to know exactly how to suck off a man; her technique was quite practiced. Such abilities were important in a young Lady. Any Gentleborn girl verging on adulthood needed such talents to please the important Lords that would be asking for her sexual affections.
A little bemused to see how much her daughter seemed to enjoy a ready penis, Lady Vishra teased her child unmercifully. “So, Dear...I see you like Wood Elves? Just like Papa does.” She reached out and put her hand on the back of Amber’s head as it moved back and forth, up and down along Kivan’s hard length. She pushed her daughter’s head forcefully down on the lovely curving erection. “Go on, Darling! Cram that prick in deep as you can if that’s what you want. It’s not too difficult, is it? Not too girthy for your big mouth? I am sure you’re enjoying that thing as much as you enjoyed your cousin’s equally erect dick the other day!”
Lady Vishra kept driving Amber’s nose into Kivan’s flat abdomen, forcing the whole cock between her daughter’s jaws. “Did you think I would be annoyed with you for sucking that lovely cock of Kivan’s right in front of me?” she asked her daughter. “Did you think I was going to be angry with you for sucking off a servant? This is what you are supposed to be doing at your age, Amber. Why do you think we pay the male help so well? Why do you think they rarely quit?”
Lady Vishra took her hand off the back of Amber’s head and grabbed Kivan’s wrist to place his hand where hers had been. “Kivan” she advised him “when a Lady requires you to please her, she expects you to take charge. Grab some hair and really force that pretty face hard onto your big hard wang!” She became angry when Kivan hesitated. “Go on, Boy! Do it!”
Kivan, though still having reservations about betraying Zanhass, nonetheless obeyed Lady Vishra. Lady Amber had long, soft hair. It smelled like lilac shampoo. He obediently grabbed a handful. He pushed his fingers into her tresses, digits entwining in her locks, feeling the top of her skull. He began moving her head back and forth tentatively, unsure that he should be treating a Lady like that and definitely sure he should not be fucking the face of anyone other than Zanhass’s.
Despite knowing his place, Kivan’s initially tentative hair-pulling soon became somewhat rough, obeying Lady Vishra’s order and the urgency of his sexual arousal. As he brought Amber’s face forcefully forward his knob bumped repeatedly into the back of her throat. Amber suddenly giggled, perversely enjoying how he was treating her.
The giggle emboldened him, He gripped her hair tighter and rammed her head harder and faster then even harder and faster than that. She was liking it! He jammed his cock in as deep as he could force it. It made Amber gag each time she bravely tried to take it all.
This seemed to please Lady Vishra. “That’s it Kivan! Give her what she wants. Really make that little brat sorry she’s such a shameless cocksucker! I can’t believe she can take the your whole prick in her mouth.”
As she watched her daughter being manhandled, Lady Vishra was pleased to confirm that Amber knew how to allow a man to take charge. She watched her daughter’s submissive performance with as much emotion as she would show watching a new servant girl set a table to be sure the girl knew how to do it correctly.
Kivan soon doubled his efforts. He was going too deep. It was uncomfortable for Amber. Amber tried to get her head off of Kivan’s driving cock. She liked how he was taking charge but she needed to take a breath. Kivan wouldn’t let her. He kept her head on his dick as he skull-fucked her.
Amber tried to pull him out of her mouth. She only managed to get Kivan’s cock partially out. He rammed it in again and she got it jammed between her lower jaw and her jowl. Kivan kept fucking regardless. He could see Amber’s cheek being pushed out in a huge knob-filled bulge with each thrust. It aroused him to see it.
Lady Vishra could see Amber was having difficulty. “Kivan, get back to fucking her tonsils not her cheek! Get your cock back down her throat until you cum. She’ll want to swallow.”
Kivan pulled his penis right out of Amber’s mouth so he could reposition his cock as instructed. It gave Amber a chance to get a good gulp of oxygen then taunt her mother. “You wish you could suck on this menial servant’s cock, don’t you Mama? Don’t you miss those days before you married Papa...when you could suck off any male you wanted?”
“I got a big cock waiting for me in my rooms as soon as we are done here” Lady Vishra boasted in answer to her daughter’s insolence. “Maybe you could borrow him someday so you’ll know I am not missing a thing, Dear.”
Amber looked to have had a good retort to make back to her mother but Kivan pushed his cock back into Amber’s mouth at that moment and inadvertently stopped her from saying anything.
There was a lull in conversation filled with Amber’s choking gulps and Kivan’s excited panting. Lady Vishra eventually ended that silence. “It’s fun to sexually abuse the sucking jaws of the upper class, isn’t it, Kivan? The power you have over your better is quite an aphrodisiac. Sucking and fucking the Upstairs soon becomes an addiction for some servants. My, my! I am sure several of our young Valets and Stable Boys wish they could facefuck Lady Amber the way you are doing.”
Kivan knew no answer was required. Lady Vishra expected none. She addressed her daughter. “As for you, you little tramp. Go ahead and use your servants like this until you are old enough to keep a lover more acceptable to your status. Your Aunt Jemella and I had both sucked off a good many of the Help at your age.”
Lady Vishra thought back to those days. She and Jemella and her other friends would have been pleased with Kivan. He had a pretty cock, somewhat large for a Wood Elf. He would have been popular during one of those giggling sleepovers she and her teenage friends often had once they had started fucking. She would have asked her Mama to have Kivan be assigned to be their Valet for the night. Her mother would have agreed to her request, pretending to think that the girls merely wanted to have a servant to bring drinks and treats and such for them.
The memories of those days were making Lady Vishra very horny. She watched Kivan’s cock penetrating in and out of her daughters sucking maw. She was sorely tempted to suck on Kivan, too, but did not want Amber to know that. “You will need to look after Kivan without any help from me, Amber. You obviously know how to please a cock. Just finish him off like you did for all those boys in your class last summer when Arleena Bowerbrook managed to have that unchaperoned party in Oakmyst Forest.”
Amber wanted to lie and tell her mother that she never did any such things in Oakmyst Forest. She was prevented from uttering such an untruth when Kivan suddenly stopped thrusting his pelvis. With a moan, he pushed his cock as hard and as far as he could into Amber’s throat and began to cum.
Amber felt Kivan’s cock pulse manfully. Her past experiences with giving head to virile young men made her brace in anticipation of several large wafts of searing cum. Though Kivan’s cock gallantly writhed in her mouth as expected he released only a little bit of jizz with each spasm.
She swallowed everything he fed her, little though it was. Like Lady Vishra, she found it to have a pleasing taste. She wished he had had more to shoot, was all. The last of it went down her gorge en route to being digested in her stomach alongside the sardines and lox from lunch. Good protein.
As his orgasm subsided, Kivan’s lust vanished to be replaced by incredible guilt for cheating on Zanhass. How would he explain to that innocent girl that a servant could not deny the Ladies of the House anything they demanded?
The guilt was compounded by the fact that he had enjoyed the act. He should have thought of his love for Zanhass instead of thinking how much fun he was having in the rough way he was mistreating Lady Amber’s jaws. Kivan’s cock, soft and covered with Amber’s saliva, fell from those jaws. He looked down at Lady Amber, trying to measure how angry she was at his mistreatment of her.
Amber stayed kneeling. Her hair was all messed from his rude grip. She did not straighten it. She pushed his dick back into his leggings and began to calmly do up his lacings, just as Jenna had done that morning. To his relief, she mischievously grinned up at him and asked “you liked being in charge, didn’t you, you naughty mouth-raper?”
“He certainly did” Lady Vishra answered for Kivan. “That was obvious.” She watched Amber finish up his laces. “Sadly, I think he is finished for a few hours. Between his all-night jerk off session and both you and Jenna sucking him off today, I think he will need a rest. Don’t you concur, Squire Kivan?”
What could Kivan answer? “If you and Lady Amber are done with me, M’Lady...”
Lady Vishra seemed to be ready to leave. “Seeing Kivan’s lovely hard cock has gotten me all worked up, Amber. As I believe I mentioned a few minutes ago, I’ll need to go look after my newest beau this afternoon. I’ve kept him waiting in my room all morning and the poor young fellow has a nice big erection by now, I am sure. I will need to take care of it.”
Mama was referring to that new Guard of hers, Amber assumed. Mama could just grab any son of some Sergeant posted out in the unimportant Forest Ruins and make a deal with Papa and then just jump the guard’s bones all afternoon in bed while simultaneously telling Amber that Diamander was not allowed in her bed.
...well, Cadwarra’s bed, she quickly amended. Whoever owned the bed, it was totally unfair. Amber was about to say as much to her mother but realized Mama had more to say.
“Amber, I will leave you and Squire Kivan and his big throbbing penis to set up Cadwarra’s new quarters. You know the place. It’s 25 Karana Court. Let me know if you need anything.”
Amber nodded. She tried not to look pleased. Setting up house would actually be an easy day. Even fun. She forgave Mama a little.
Before departing, Lady Vishra was kind enough to take a moment to wish Kivan well in his new Household. He was surprised when she added “I doubt you will ever be without work, but if you ever find yourself unemployed, be sure to come back to our household. Just don’t think we will allow you to carry any trays of oysters.”
Her last words were for Amber. “Cadwarra spoke to Papa last night about how you fought so bravely; stabbing all those Gnolls. Your Father and I are very proud of you.”
The compliment was a pleasant surprise to Amber. “Thank you, Mama.”
Kivan bowed and Amber curtsied and Lady Vishra left the pair of them to get on with organizing Cadwarra’s relocation.
As she proceeded to her rooms and that huge cock waiting there, Lady Vishra was rather pleased with how easily she had gotten Amber to do exactly what she wanted her to do.
The girl was so predictable. It had been so easy to maneuver her into demonstrating the levels of her erotic expertise on Kivan by just uttering a few passive aggressive comments and insults. The resulting fellatio on Kivan by Amber had been deliberately planned to determine if Amber knew her way in the bedroom arts. Fucking near-virgin schoolboys did not necessarily equip a young debutante like Amber with the skills to please a more mature man. Nevertheless, it appeared she knew how to do things. Lady Vishra reflected on how expertly Amber had sucked off Kivan while he abused her face. She could take it if used roughly, as Kivan had used her. She was ready for a grown man, a proper lover. Once she got such a man regularly between her legs she would maybe mature a little.
Lady Vishra already had a ‘grown man’ in mind for her. As she had watched Earl Marshford last night eagerly leading Amber away to a private room, Countess Marshford had come up to her. “Lady Vishra” she had said “I do believe my husband has taken a shine to your daughter. We will first need to find out how well things go in that room they are heading to, but I do suspect your daughter might be suitable for my spouse on a more permanent basis than just tonight...”
Lady Vishra had hardly been surprised by how fast the Countess was moving to line up a new paramour for her husband. Lady Marshford was one of those women who preferred their husbands to leave them alone to enjoy a good night’s sleep. Rumour was she had not bedded with the Earl for almost two decades. Certainly, she seemed always anxious to keep her husband busy with as many mistresses as was needed.
“He gets too enthusiastic as he fucks” Countess Marshford had once told the other women at Lady Vishra’s afternoon tea party. “He really drives it in hard. When I complain he gets excited and goes even harder. I’ve had enough of that!” Countess Marshford had then helped herself to another almond biscotti and concluded “so...if anyone knows a young lady who knows how to suck cock and can take it a little rough, let me know.”
Lady Vishra had just confirmed her daughter could ‘suck cock and take it a little rough’.
Marshford was perfect for Amber in other ways as well, Lady Vishra thought. Discreet enquiries made to two of his former lovers earlier that morning had confirmed Earl Marshford loved pillow talk. Chatty men like that never kept secrets in bed. Secrets such as the date one of his companies may be expecting a large cargo of furs from Everfrost or how much myrrh their estates in Maj’Dul were expected to produce this season.
Amber was smart enough to know what to do with such secrets. She would make good coin with investments based on that knowledge and be quickly set up financially.
Of course, it was other secrets that the Vishra Family hoped Amber would be able to coax from Earl Marshford’s lips between bouts of lovemaking. Secrets such as how Marshford was planning on voting on upcoming bills; any information on a court scandal that could be leveraged to the Vishra Family’s advantage; any upcoming promotions to powerful office that should be blocked or supported...things like that.
Amber would be smart enough to know which information should be discreetly passed on to her Uncle Triander as soon as possible so he could act advantageously on the information.
As Lady Vishra reached the hallway to her rooms, she regretted only one thing. She should have done all this months ago. Amber’s older sister, Raven, had been married off to a powerful house in Kelethin last year and Amber’s kid sister, Crystal, was still playing with dolls. But Amber was overdue to be out of the house and growing up. She had let Amber waste time screwing those silly boys at teen parties when she should have long ago been passed on to someone like Earl Marshford so she could be doing something useful for her family.
She felt a timely kick. She put her hand on her barely visible baby bump and whispered tenderly “yes, sweetie, I know what you want.” The newborn would get Amber’s rooms, of course. First, she would need to get Amber moved into a good position. A good position on her back.
Lady Vishra entered her chamber and quietly closed her door. She decided to push Amber out of her thoughts for now. It was time to enjoy some afternoon caresses instead of worrying about her irresponsible daughter.
The Sergeant’s son was on the bed. He had fallen asleep waiting for her. As she had instructed him, he had remained naked, awaiting her return. His cock, soft and limp while he dozed, lay flopped across his muscular thigh. Despite its flacid state, the thing was huge and almost as beautiful as it was when hard. Lady Vishra lifted it gently, taking care not to waken the young man.
She leaned forward to suck the cock. It was a silly game she liked to play; the goal was to get the cock of a sleeping male hard without waking him up. She felt the huge thing growing in her mouth as he slept.
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Alone with Kivan, Amber showed no resentment of his rough use of her throat. Instead of scolding Kivan for his disrespect she asked him a totally unexpected question. “Who was that virgin you fucked just before you came to meet Mama and me?”
“Um...pardon Lady Amber?”
Amber was quite impatient. “There was dry blood on your inner thigh, your schlong tasted like pussy and you hardly had any jism for me to swallow. So who was she?”
Kivan was too proud of Zanhass to keep anything secret from Lady Amber. As they walked through the Vishra Mansion toward the front entrance, he told her all the details of his seduction of the pretty virgin in the hot smithy, trying not to boast too much of his sexual success.
Perhaps he gave too much detail. He even mentioned how Zanhass’s body had perspired in the heat before and during her first fuck.
“So Mama paid for your lesson and you spent a good part of it teaching your teacher how to screw?” Kivan deduced by Amber’s tone she was quite delighted by that information.
Despite learning that triumphant fact, though, she suddenly became oddly silent. She was glad Kivan seemed to care for the girl. In contrast, she remembered the first prick that had been pushed inside her and the pain it had caused. Not just physical pain.
He had been an older boy. It was at a party hosted by a senior girl at school. Amber had been too young to go but had snuck out to attend. At first she felt out of place and was going to go home but then a good-looking boy introduced himself to her. His name was Pavel Tonmerk and she was flattered by the attention.
He had some wine he had swiped from his parents bar. She was soon tipsy enough to let Pavel pull her into a nearby bedroom, though it was obvious she was hesitant to leave her friends.
He just wanted to be alone so they could talk, he explained. He said he felt ‘a connection’; she was so mature for her age. She lied and said she felt a connection, too.
She had perched on the edge of the bed, not entirely liking to be away from the party. He pushed her down onto the mattress and crawled on top of her. She lifted her hands to stop him when he reached up to undo her blouse. “Lighten up” he told her “I just wanna see your tits.”
She did not want to have him think she wasn’t ‘cool and with it’ so she let him undo the fastenings. He had her top open and her small breasts sat there for his lustful inspection. He sucked on the left nipple until it hardened, drenched in his saliva.
He pushed her skirt up above her waist. Bare-assed, she let him spread her thighs. She had a nice looking twat and she was proud to let him see it. He ate her out for several minutes, slurping away. It felt good so it was okay what he was doing. Besides, she did not want to make a fuss.
Only when he pulled out his hard cock and proudly showed it to her did she get scared. She told him ‘no’. He told her ‘yes’. He used his weight to hold her down and keep her from getting away. “I’m really good for a girl’s first time” he promised her “I know how to be gentle with a virgin. You’ll like it.”
She had resisted. He showed his frustration. “Hold still, Stupid! I told you, yer gonna like it.” He forced her to kiss him. His lips tasted like pussy. She felt his dick push her cuntlips apart and it slid in. It hurt. “Stop squirmin’” was all he said.
He had started humping as fast as he could while he grinned down at her. Her tears did not cause him to pause and be gentle. He did not last five minutes. He fired his gloop deep into her snatch. His thrusts gradually slowed until he finally lay still on top of her body, pleased with himself and not saying much to her.
He finally rose to get dressed and go back to the party. “I’m gonna do you a big favour and not tell my friends what you did” he told her “so you keep quiet about it, too.”
Amber was grateful for his silence. Maybe he wasn’t so bad. By noon the next day, everyone at school was talking about how she had thrown herself at Pavel, begging him to give it to her hard. Pavel told her “don’t make a big deal out of it. I only told a few good friends.”
Pavel had been from a minor family of little political clout; not even noble. He had disappeared before school resumed the next week. Amber heard about a stupid rumour he had gotten her pregnant and had been persuaded by men of ill repute to defect to Freeport to avoid fatherhood. “That bastard belongs in Freeport” she had told Arleena.
Unkown to Amber, only a few nights after her assault, Marshall Vishra caused two morticians with a stretcher to knock on Llisanya’s apartment door in the small hours of the morning. She answered their knock in a thin nightshirt that revealed how high and firm her breasts were.
Over the years, the sperm of dozens of men had been sprayed across those breasts, starting with Daddy. That night Llisanya’s chest was drenched instead by an orgasm of blood that had sprayed from Pavel Tonmerk’s carotid artery when she had cut his throat while he slept next to her. She had been the second and last fuck in his life.
The seed of Pavel’s final ejaculation had oozed from her vagina while she gave instructions to the undertakers. “Lord Vishra wishes this boy to never be found”. She had then stripped her ruddy nightie off. Naked, she handed it to one of them. “Throw this out, too.”
As Amber walked along with Kivan, still unaware of what service Llisanya had done at the behest of her father, she broke her unhappy ruminations of Pavel with a surprising apology. “I liked what you did to me back in Mama’s dining room, Kivan, but I am sorry Mama and I took advantage of you. Miss Zanhass seems like a very nice person. What we did was not respectful to her.”
“Thank you” was all Kivan could think to say. He wondered was there some girl-code that prevented women from fooling around with another girl’s guy.
Amber approached the main doors with Kivan trailing close behind. She told him “you will need to get your girlfriend a gift, you know.”
The doorman opened the doors as they neared. Amber glided out into the pleasant autumn afternoon, not sparing a glance of appreciation at the servant.
Kivan thanked the doorman as he followed and the doors closed behind them. He caught up to Amber who was heading to the line of beautiful carriages which were kept available for the convenience of any Vishra lord or lady. “A gift?” he asked her.
“You took her virginity. She deserves a gift.” Amber felt that old familiar resentment that Pavel had never given her a gift. It was just one more way he had been such a jerk.
Kivan wondered if Zanhass also needed to get him a gift for his lost virginity. He decided she did not. “What kind of a gift should I get her?”
Amber stopped next to a waiting carriage. The horses swung their heads as if hoping the Humans would not get in, being so close to feed time. The dogs perked up hoping the opposite; they were ready for a run. A Footman opened the carriage door and the hungry horses sadly lowered their heads in disappointment, resigned to be moving the instant they were told to proceed.
Amber did not immediately get in. She looked at her new companion while the footman stood waiting. “Squire Kivan, how should I know what gift to get? I haven’t even met your girl.” They stood there as if bewildered by the fact that they did not know what kind of present would do.
“Boys are no good at picking presents” Amber finally told him. “Leave it with me. I’ll think of something.”
It would be her way of making things up to Kivan and Zanhass for the disrespectful way she and Mama had used Kivan. Besides, picking presents was fun. She thought again of Kivan’s narrative of how he and Zanhass had stood sweating in the heat of the forge as passion consumed them. That gave her an idea for a present. It was a perfect present. She could get it tomorrow. Going to get the present would be fun, too. A visit to Clothspinners was always fun.
Amber turned and climbed into the carriage. She motioned Kivan to climb in beside her. He had never before sat in such luxury. A new page, just starting that morning to replace Kivan, dutifully ran over to serve Amber and Kivan cups of warm cider for the chilly journey. Amber took the cup absentmindedly while speaking up to the Coachman through the communication hatch. “25 Karana Court, Driver.” The footman closed and secured the door.
As the coach lurched forward, Amber moved her cup to compensate for the sudden forward motion. The unprepared Kivan managed not to spill his cider, too, but just barely. Amber pretended not to notice his clumsy efforts to avoid spillage. He would soon get used to riding in a hansom cab.
Amber snapped the coachman’s hatch closed so she could speak privately to Kivan. She was, again, very direct. “Mama always makes sure to install an informant into the households of Papa’s mistresses” she explained to Kivan. “So far, Lady Cadwarra’s household is you and I and I know I am not an informant so it follows that I know that you know that I know that you are the informant.”
Squire Kivan was obliged to make a neutral reply “I regret that I cannot respond to that, Lady Amber.”
Amber glanced out the window to confirm the Coachman was taking the correct route. The dogs were happily running alongside the coach. They growled at some strays that threatened to chase the horses. The strays backed away and the horses trotted on unmolested. She made a mental note to tip the Kennel Keeper later. His dogs knew their job.
She closed the curtain and turned back to Kivan. “I would not think much of you had you lied and said you were not a spy. Just know, there will be things you will see that I will not want you reporting back to Mama. I am not paying you to lie, just to neglect to mention some of my indiscretions. Indiscretions such as who is in my bed, for instance.”
Amber was still finding Kivan quite attractive. She remembered the taste of his cum, what little he had fed her. She was tempted to reach over and caress his dick some more.
She reminded herself that he was taken. She kept her mind on business. “We’ll discuss later what you can tell Mama about me just so she does not suspect you are keeping anything from her. And don’t be greedy; just let me know what fee you feel is fair. It will be a good way to save for your honeymoon.”