by Penny Dawn
"He will, if you tickle his balls while you ask. Use the tool that's kept you a virgin all these years, but don't allow him release until he tells you."
"And if you're wrong? If he doesn't know anything?"
"You're in for the longest blowjob of your life." Morgana gave her hand a squeeze and went right, when Caroline went left. "And Carrie?"
She met Morgana's gaze over her shoulder.
"It's all right to enjoy it--"
"I'd planned to do that, too."
"But not all right to become attached. Promise me."
Caroline knew attachment to Sebastian was beyond her control. She could promise no such thing, but she nodded. "Anything for our beloved Carman."
A few steps later, she was safe in the confines of her quarters, salivating with the thought of taking the ambassador's member into her mouth, feeling it throb against her lips. If she concentrated, she could taste the spill of warm seed over her tongue, feel the probe of a dick between her breasts and the padding of fingers against her rectum. The scent of musk and sweat embedded in damp sheets overpowered her, weakened her knees.
She sat down at her vanity and stared at her reflection. "What does the embassy want with Carman?"
The mirror swirled with purplish grey smoke and there emerged a montage.
A groaning woman, fingering her nipples.
Fog against windowpanes of a country cottage.
Fingernails digging into muscled shoulders.
Church bells.
Orgasm in the black of night.
Gauzy, white drapes of a bassinet.
The cries of a baby.
Strong hands cradling an infant adorned in Carman sapphires.
Cuff links engraved with the filigree symbol of the embassy's flag.
"An heir!" Caroline breathed the words. "He'll sire a Carman heir!"
A ping against the window commanded her attention, and the hum of locusts rang in her ears. When she rose to shoo the disgusting insects from her window, she realized her hands soothed her abdomen, as if awaiting the kicks of a fetus.
She gasped with her subconscious actions--
"M'lady."
--and nearly screamed when the ambassador wrapped his arms around her.
Chapter 5
* * *
Sebastian had climbed a trellis from the butterfly garden and entered Lady Caroline's chamber through an open window. God help him if the knights were onto him, but he was powerless to resist her magnetic pull.
When she felt his embrace and finally looked at him, her eyes widened.
Without delay, he covered her mouth with his, drowning her potential screams. He rested one hand at the small of her back, the other at the base of her skull. Her breasts squashed against his chest, searing the flesh beneath his shirt.
Her trembling soon subsided, and she sank into the kiss. He relented the pressure against her back.
"You're early," she scolded, "and you've arrived at the wrong location. Did I not say the west mezzanine?"
"I have a pre-meeting agenda."
"I cannot," she whispered, but grazed his endowment with her fingertips. "You'll impregnate me."
His breath caught with both her unexpected touch and her assumption. "I'll take precautions."
"But my sister--"
"Your sister was what happened when I wasn't thinking about wanting anything at all. " His mouth trailed to the base of her neck, where he tasted and inhaled the tang of her perfume. "But you, m'lady, it's you. You're what I want now. And always."
"Why?"
"It is beyond my capability with words to explain."
"What does your embassy want with Carman?"
"Now is not the time, m'lady, to have a political discussion."
She yanked open his fly and freed his cock, so hard now it ached. "I must know." Her fingers were fast at work on his shirt buttons.
"We want what everyone wants," he grumbled.
Her hand met his bare chest, and she gave him a small shove.
His rear end landed on the cushioned bench before her vanity. "Peace." He shoved off his shoes.
She dropped to her knees, tugged at his pants--underwear, too--and tossed them away. "Why did they send you, when other ambassadors are known for their accomplishments with peace treaties?" The nudge of her knees parted his ankles, the caress of her hands at his inner thighs enough to evoke a groan.
"I volunteered." The steam of her breath on his balls caused his eyes to close. "Good God."
"Why did you volunteer?" Her teeth tugged gently on the head of his prick, and her tongue darted out for a quick teasing.
He caught her head and pressed his cock against her parting lips. A soft kiss tantalized his tip. "Oh, for this."
She opened her mouth and allowed him an inch of heavenly access. Her hot tongue worked around his tender head, rippling around it like the slickest ribbon.
"For you, Lady Caroline."
Her lips puckered around his shaft and massaged.
He pressed upward, needing more depth, wanting to feel more tongue, more heat.
She pulled her lips off his cock, but stroked his underside with the pad of her thumb. A slender finger wiped over her glossed lips. "Do you know anything of your embassy's motives? Am I to believe you've come for the talent of my mouth alone?"
"No, m'lady, though I'd gladly travel the world over for such a treat." His fingers tightened in sweeps of her hair as he attempted to coax her mouth back to where his body was twitching for it. "I came to taste you, to know you, but I didn't know it until I arrived."
She sat back on her heels and kneaded his balls with the tips of her fingers. "What do you know of our mines?"
"Forgive me, m'lady, but I should like to press your back against the walls of every cavern in your kingdom."
"And of the fruit of our mines?" She was pumping him for information, even as his cock pumped through her fist.
"I've come only..." His eyes were closing again. "Only to make peace...between Carman...and...and..." The friction of her hand up and down his length spurred a dance of pleasure in his testicles. He gripped her wrists, stopping her. "I'll come."
Her lips curled upward. "So quickly, ambassador?"
"I don't understand what you do to me." As he stood, he grasped her by the shoulders and, spinning, landed her rear atop the dressing table. The bench glided a few feet to the side, her head banged against an ornately framed mirror, her thighs tightened astride him. Lovely, white mounds overflowed her bodice. He found her gaze, but couldn't maintain it. Looking back to her breasts, he licked his lips. "I need to see them."
"You're lying to me." She pulled at the string lacing up her cleavage, and out rolled two full mounds with the pinkest, pert nipples.
His hands flocked to them like seagulls to a fish.
Her pelvis rocked upward with contact, and a pleasured sigh escaped her. "Tell me what the embassy wants with our fuel."
"The embassy wishes the Olympian societies to have peace." He spoke against her breasts, the warm, welcoming flesh of her. His tongue traced one nipple, then the other. His cock throbbed with anticipation.
She gathered her silky skirt. It brushed against his balls on its way up. Soft knuckles bumped against his sack, and he guessed she was trying to remove her undergarments. He'd help her in a minute, but now he had a more pressing item to check off the list of things he wanted to do.
"Oh, these breasts!"
"I'm a virgin," she said.
He pressed her breasts inward, against his face, and licked a line between them. "You're too experienced to be a virgin."
"I never said I wasn't experienced."
"But no man has entered you? I'll be the first?" He laved one nipple with his tongue, then sucked as much tit into his mouth as he could manage.
"Yes." Down below, her fingers knocked against him again, and her voice was strained. "Yes, Sebastian."
"Your breasts..."
"Don't stop." One hand imprisoned his head at he
r soft cleavage. The other moved relentlessly at her panties. Her body tensed and trembled as if she were about to climax.
He stole a glance downward. With the sight of her hand tucked into her shimmering white panties, and the circular motion of her fingers, a budding of ejaculation seeped out his tip. "Let me watch."
Her eyes pinched shut, but save her release of his head, she didn't reply.
He lowered himself to his knees, thumbing her hard nipples all the while, until he was face-to-cunt with her festival of self-pleasure. The musky scent of her natural lubrication filled his nostrils, and when he flattened his tongue against her panties, he tasted her, sweeter than his preferred strawberry lubricant.
His hands massaged her breasts, and his tongue worked its way beneath the scrap of fabric standing like a fortress between his mouth and her hole. He dipped his tongue into her crevice.
She cried out in passion.
"You're ready," he whispered against her, and dragged his hands down her curvy terrain. While he normally would've taken great pains to undress her, to take her as bare as could be, he removed only her panties.
For a second or two, he watched her fingers as they rubbed her hard center, but soon, he positioned the head of his cock at her slit. Just a taste. He'd never known the melting of a pussy over his bare flesh. He'd sheath himself in a moment...after a dip or two, but he had to feel her now. Slowly, he pushed into her and withdrew before he'd buried even the head.
Her heated juices covered his tip like a wet blanket. Addictive. He pushed in once more, and prepared to pull out, to eat her thoroughly first and wrap his erection, but she lifted her hips and locked a leg around his waist. He nudged a millimeter further, felt the resistance of her virginal wall, and attempted to pull out. But she refused to let him go.
He lowered his mouth to hers.
She parted her lips. Her tongue flirted with his.
He eased in an inch this time. Then another and another into her tight cunt.
"Ohhhh!" Her fingers moved in a frenzy over her clit.
He withdrew a bit, but her orgasm soon exploded over the length of him, and unable to rein his need any longer, he drove home simultaneously. "Caroline." He tasted tears on her cheeks.
Her pelvis rocked into him, causing her cunt to sheath him in wet heat. "Sebastian."
At the sound of her whisper, cum rumbled in his balls, ready to erupt.
"Fill me."
He attempted to pull out, but her legs imprisoned him. "M'lady."
Her hips nudged up again; inside her, the most sensitive part of him stroked against the wet silk of her pussy. It felt so good, he repeated the motion.
"Fill me!"
A small nudge later, he did as she demanded. The world faded to black.
* * * *
When he came to, he was fully dressed, sitting on the bench at the lady's vanity.
"What do you take me for?" Lady Caroline was fit to wear a trench in the limestone floor. "Press my back against the walls of our caverns indeed! Ambassador, at the very least, you have a code of ethics to uphold. Might you, if only for a moment, take your mind off your cock and answer a question with honesty?"
He blinked hard, but the scenery remained. "What just happened?"
"Sir, you have no desire to couple with my mind, and given your position with the embassy, you have no prayer of coupling with my body." She threw open her chamber door. "We have no further business, and you have an outing to attend."
He swallowed his confusion. "I don't hunt."
"Well, you're going to hunt today!" Her hands on her waist framed the navel he saw in his mind's eye. "And for once, you won't be hunting a Carman lady!"
He met her gaze in the mirror and rose.
"When you're ready to discuss the real reason you're here, call for an appointment. I should very much like to hear what you have to say."
He sauntered across the floor, and it struck him that he was no longer hard. Rather, he felt sated, fulfilled. He licked the taste of her from his lips. So real, yet how could it be?
"Lady Caroline." He brushed a kiss onto her cheek and pulled her close.
"Sebastian." Her breasts heaved against him.
He whispered six words into her ear, words he expected would reward him with a slap, but she merely stepped back, raised a brow, and allowed him to leave.
* * * *
"Either he wouldn't tell me about the fuel, or he doesn't know." Caroline crossed her arms over her chest and watched from the mezzanine as Sebastian mounted a horse beyond the moat.
"Did you tickle his balls?" Morgana asked.
Caroline squinted into the sunlight and tried to recall the details of her meeting with the ambassador. Her mind seemed as cloudy and tricky as her mirror, and clarity was a distant memory. Her intentions and desires crossed paths in her imagination. She didn't know what was real and what was not.
"Carrie? Did you tickle his balls, like I told you?"
"With my tongue." The memory came in a jolt, but before more followed, it dissipated. She joined her sister at one of several wicker tables, and resisted the urge to add, "I think."
"Did you allow him to finish?"
"Absolutely not. When it became clear he was more concerned with my breasts than with what we want to know, I demanded he be gone."
"Perhaps you didn't tease him enough."
"He didn't want it enough."
"What man doesn't want a blowjob?"
The image of his face in her cleavage flitted in and out of her mind. "A man obsessed with breasts."
"Don't be naïve." Morgana rolled her eyes. "What man isn't obsessed with breasts?"
"More so than the average. If I had to guess, and I'm surprised you don't know, he'd take a good titty fuck over oral sex any day of the week."
"Did you bare your breasts then? Give him a glimpse of what he's missing by keeping the embassy's secrets?"
"That isn't the way to work this one. I have to keep this issue separate from sex." Frightened with the prospect of sex controlling her, she'd just decided so on the spot.
"Time is of the essence, Carrie."
"If I become too involved sexually, he will neither respect me in the morning, nor give me the honest answers we seek."
"Is your virtue worth Carman's mines?"
I know what you taste like. Sebastian's exiting comment haunted her. The scent of his breath, and the scent of feminine climax. She had no recollection of his mouth being anywhere near her nether regions during their appointment. Suppose he and Morgana-- "Has he pursued you since he's been here?"
"I'm spoken for, thank you very much."
"Unofficially. Officially, you're betrothed to a man who prefers men."
"He's come nowhere near me. Why do you ask?"
In her mind, Caroline reviewed the montage of events the mirror had displayed.
Sex and procreation. "They don't seek our minerals."
Hands grasping a Carman infant. Not holding a baby, but stealing him! "They seek a Carman heir."
"An heir?" Morgana leaned forward, out of her seat. "How do you know? And don't tell me you don't know how you know!"
"I saw it." She drummed her hands against the table. "A vision."
"A vision?"
"In my mirror."
Morgana shook her head. "You must learn to sleep amongst the noise of the locusts, dear sister."
"Don't ask me to explain. I took your word about those mysterious satin slippers that brought you out into the night and landed the Duke of Bismalle in our west tower. Don't ask me to explain this vision."
"But there hasn't been a son borne to this dynasty in a generation."
"Are you pregnant?"
Morgana's smile disappeared. "Preposterous."
"Are you sure? None of our cousins are yet old enough to want a man, let alone to take one to bed. Our sisters, while curious, wouldn't dream of it."
"Tiffany wouldn't." Morgana shrugged a shoulder. "Lexie might."
"But she hasn't
yet. Are you sure, Morgana? Have you and Beau been careful?"
"Yes!"
"Every time?"
Morgana licked her lips and stared at her hands. "Suppose our father impregnated a bather."
"Bathers are medicated to prevent pregnancy, and it isn't our aunt, the queen. Her years of bearing children are past."
"Call a meeting with Alexis and Tiff." Morgana stood. "Now."
"Where are you going?"
"The infirmary. I'm four days late."
"My gods, I'll go with you." After a few steps in Morgana's wake, Caroline froze with the feeling of a warm trickle in her vagina.
She'd felt it twice now, the first being after she'd lain with three Sebastians in the reflection of a mischievous mirror.
* * * *
"Can I trust you with a piece of information?" Sebastian, whispering to Preston, glanced sidelong at the belligerent knight accompanying them. Beauregard walked several feet to his right, without bow and arrow.
"I wouldn't advise it." Preston nodded toward a caribou, galloping in plain view. "Here's an easy shot. Take it."
"The Palace of Carman is a strange place." Sebastian pulled back his bow and aimed at the running target. "My...my imagination." The arrow fell several feet short. "It's on a holy rampage, feeding off the beautiful women dwelling there, and twice now I've imagined--I must've imagined--incidents of great pleasure with one of them."
Preston pulled a golden arrow from his quiver and gave Sebastian an impatient look.
"Not your Lady Morgana, I assure you."
"Lady Morgana is her own woman."
"I blacked out this afternoon, and when I came to it was as if no one had noticed. It must have been only for a moment, but the things that happened in that moment..."
"It's the cicadas." Preston of Bismalle shot and hit the target Sebastian had missed. "Their hum is most hypnotizing."
"Why do you remain in Carman?" Sebastian looked up at the large, dark man, who shouldered his bow. "Isn't it more customary for your future bride to reside in your kingdom?"
"Carman is my home. I have no kingdom."
"No kingdom?"
"I've renounced my position so I may remain in Carman."
Sir Beauregard trailed behind as they continued toward the arrowed caribou, now lying listlessly in the field.