by Annie Eppa
The smile the woman gave her was warmer than the one she’d given her cousin. “It’s my pleasure. It would be wonderful to hear more about things outside of Sarcopia, for a change.”
Once dinner was over, Caera led the way out, stopping every now and then to proudly point out some of the other rooms in the manor, as if this was truly her own home. She led the guests down another hallway and into a room with double wooden doors. This was not as large as the dining hall, but was well-furnished, allowing everyone to comfortably seat themselves where they pleased. Candles lined the walls, casting a soft glow, and thick carpeting adorning the floor. Some space had been cleared at the center of the room, where several wide velvet seats were positioned in a large circle.
Caera took one of the chairs with a smile, gesturing for the other girls to follow. The Jackal seated himself beside her, and the other patrons did the same, taking their places beside their own shrinemaidens. Allan moved to sit beside Adelai, and squeezed her shoulder. It was the first physical contact he had initiated.
Other guests who had no shrinemaidens of their own sat in the outer seats surrounding the inner circle, their slaves at their feet, where they could remain watching in the semi-darkness.
It soon became apparent that Caera was used to having these arrisques, and it was she who initiated the first move. She stood up and stretched, before moving her hips back and forth to some unseen music. She circled her patron’s seat, taking off the white gloves she wore, one at a time, and tossing them carelessly on the ground. The Jackal watched her, his eyes hungry.
Unlike the current fashion, Caera’s gown was buttoned at the front. Now the reason for it became obvious as she slowly undid the first pearl button, and then the next, revealing more and more of the valley between her bosom. She paused in front of General Kazer and undid the last, freeing her magnificent breasts from the confines of her dress. She wore no shift or chemise underneath, and the Jackal reached over to slowly peel the gown of her body, revealing her nakedness to all in the room.
Despite herself, Adelai found that she could not look away from the erotic sight, but knew she should take her cue. Her hands trembling slightly, she laid a hand on the earl’s muscular thigh, finding her way up until she had reached his groin, her fingers wandering over his clothed length. Allan groaned in response, and his hands explored as well, finding their way up to the front of her gown, tugging the neckline low enough so a rosy nipple could pop free. His hand covered it, kneading and squeezing while the palms scraped against the tip. When her other breast was bared he did the same, and Adelai could not stop herself from emitting tiny, breathy cries in answer.
The other shrinemaidens have also started. Larenei and her merchant patron, Kalai were kissing each other frantically, and the girl’s skirts were hiked over her hips as the man’s fingers plumbed at her depths. Malena had opened her captain’s breeches, running her hands up and down the length of his shaft while the man leaned back and enjoyed her ministrations.
The earl’s hands traveled down her body, raising her skirts to seek access to her moist entrance as well. He seemed content to play with her, rubbing against the sensitive nub rather than seeking to put a finger inside her, and Adelai could only groan out her disappointment when a bell chimed from somewhere behind her. One unusual aspect of the arrisque was that all shrinemaidens were required to switch patrons every time they were prompted to, to allow the others a taste.
Far from being annoyed or angry, Allan laughed, flicking against her one last time before removing his hand. “There will be more time later,” he whispered, before helping her rise from the seat. With shaking legs, Adelai made her way to the next patron. Captain Delshire was a tall man with yellow hair shot with grey, and brown eyes. Almost as soon as she sat back down he wasted no time lifting her skirts. Without being asked, Adelai spread her legs. His hand slipped past her yellow curls, two fingers penetrating her without delay. “So soft a cunny,” He murmured against her ear, at finding how wet and willing she already was. He was only content to plunge his fingers in and out of her for a few seconds before changing direction. He pushed her back against the seat, leaving her lying on her back with her legs on either side, her drenched pussy presented to him without barrier. With a hard groan, the captain brought his mouth to her dewy entrance, lapping at her furiously with his tongue, like a starved dog.
“Ahh!” Adelai’s body jerked up like a marionette, bucking even as her legs wrapped around his head. From this vantage point, she could see the activities of the others around her. Malena, completely disrobed, had moved on to the Jackal, and she was already astride his lap, bouncing up and down on him while he pawed at her breasts. Caera knelt between the earl’s legs, throating his large cock as best as she was able to while the nobleman pushed her down onto his shaft, dictating her speed. Larenei was also naked and crouched over Kalai, her cheeks puffing prettily as her mouth moved up and down his cock while he licked at her cunny.
Captain Delshire’s tongue speared into her, almost like a little cock driving in, and Adelai cried out, no longer caring about being loud. She found her release just as the bell sounded again, and it took a few moments for her tremors to abate. She felt woozy and lightheaded as the captain planted one last kiss on her nether lips before helping her stand, but anticipation was pooling in her stomach and dripping down her thighs.
Kalai was waiting for her at the next seat, and something about the way he was looking at her, grinning as she approached, made her feel bolder. She walked deliberately toward him, her hips sashaying, and undid the rest of the buttons of her gown. Slowly, she slid free from the material, the dress hitting the floor as she stepped over it.
Their audience, she saw, had been busy. The Wolf was still clothed, and only his own breeches were undone. His redheaded slave was on his lap with her back against his chest. He had forced her legs apart and the lower shift she wore was missing, exposing her cunt for all to see. She was crying out uncontrollably, uncaring of who heard. Her breasts jiggled violently from the force of his thrusts. General Falen was lifting her up, only to slam her back down onto his engorged cock, the hard slapping noises discernible even from where Adelai was. The girl’s eyes was rolled up the back of her head, too far gone in her pleasure, and the general was whispering in her ear, enjoying his complete control of the slave, even as he fucked her brutally.
The Silvermaiden had not moved from her chair. Her slave continued to kneel behind her, head still lowered. The red spots on her cheeks were the only indication she was not unaffected by their performance, but she was the only one in the audience to not give in to their desires.
By the time she had reached Kalai’s side Adelai was too aroused to think straight. He caught her in his arms and they kissed, tongues mating frantically. “I want you inside me,” she gasped out. “Now.”
“Far be it for me to keep a lady waiting,” Kalai murmured with a slow laugh. He turned and positioned her so that she was kneeling on the seat and facing away from him, clinging to the headrest for support. Soon she felt the blunt, mushroom tip of his cock pressing against her folds, moving agonizingly back and forth over her folds. “Please….” She found herself whimpering, and was rewarded when he pressed forward, the head catching onto the snug entrance. She felt his hands on her hips keeping her steady, felt him press forward so that he could slide halfway inside.
“Yes….” she sighed, trying to squeeze her walls around him as he pulled out until only the tip remained nestled inside her. She heard him growl behind her, and then jerked his hips forward in one powerful motion, impaling her absolutely. Adelai’s shriek was lost among other loud cries in the room, and her hands gripped tightly against the satin cover she was braced against as he began to move inside her with sure, long strokes. She threw her head back, eyes closed, enjoying the feeling of his heavy balls smacking into her backside. She arched her hips, felt him scrape against her sensitive little clit, and cried out again.
Around her, the other couples wer
e in various states of rutting. Larenei was squealing. Captain Kazer had lifted her up to his waist, supporting her weight with his strong hands as he jackhammered up into her wet pussy. Caera and Captain Delshire had also discarded the seats; she was gamely working at reviving the man’s spent shaft, moaning around his length while he fingered her. Malena was on her hands and knees on the floor, grunting, her breasts swaying as Allan rammed into her from behind. Even Lady Maestre had finally surrendered to the temptation; the general, Khalid, had his face between her legs, and she was leaning back against her chair, eyes closed and moaning as her fingers gripped at his dark hair.
Their audience had succumbed as well, with many of the slaves changing hands, to be left to the mercies of two or even more guests. The redheaded slave had collapsed against the Wolf, but the general made no move to change positions. He only looked down at her sleeping face, paying scant heed to the goings-on around them.
Just as the bell sounded, Kalai groaned out his release, slamming into her one last time and keeping his cock there as it spewed its seed deep inside. By the time he withdrew, Adelai wasn’t sure she could stand, but knew she had to. There was one last patron waiting, and he was the most intimidating of the lot.
The Jackal was still hard. He was easily the biggest of the participants, his thick shaft veined and ugly, still shiny with Larenei’s juices. His smile was wicked, almost malevolent. “You are just as beautiful as I thought you are,” he rasped, wrapping his arms around her waist and forcing her against him, too impatient to wait for her to make the contact. “And now I am going to make you wish that you had chosen me instead.”
He didn’t give her time to reply, only seized her mouth with his own. It was brutal and bruising; the general kissed the same way he fought his wars, without giving her any chance of surrender. He lifted her up easily over his tanned, hard body, rolling her clit against his fingers, and Adelai cried out from both pleasure and pain, at his rough handling.
He deposited her against the cushioned seats. “Spread your legs,” he said, the words almost a snarl, “and spread your tight cunt lips for me. Tell me to fuck you, little girl.”
He was expecting her to comply. To accede to his demands, undoubtedly the way Caera always had.
“No, I won’t.” She spread her legs the way he had wanted; teasing, but not in the manner he had wished. A finger dipped inside her, and she could feel her own muscles clench around it, making him watch as she fucked herself with her own fingers. “Do you want me, General?” She taunted, and swallowed a moan as she allowed another finger to join the first, her hips gyrating in his direction. “Are you man enough for me? Come and get it. Or would my fingers feel… ahh… so much better than your cock….“
The general stared at her. She knew she had aroused him even further with that, by the glazed, nearly animalistic look in his eyes. “Perhaps it does, General. And there are so many other men in the room to choose from. Perhaps I should - ” she swung her legs down and moved as if to stand, but was stopped when he moved so quickly, that he was already on top of her before she could react. With a roar, he spread her legs roughly and plunged into her, his cock filling her deeply with one rough thrust.
Adelai cried out from the shock and the sudden stab of pleasure, but the general only withdrew to drive in harder, pounding into her with short, furious stabs, the force sending the seat she was on skidding across the floor every inch or so. Helpless to do anything else, Adelai wound her hands around his neck, burying her face against his shoulder even as he tried to split her in two. His hands would lift at intervals to smack her buttocks, her cheeks soon red from his hard slaps, making her even more sensitive than ever.
“Take it, little whore,” the general snarled, biting at her exposed neck. “You love it rough, don’t you? Take my cock, you bitch!” He grounded his hips against her pelvis, thrusting downward so that her clit bore the full brunt of him. Not satisfied, he forced her hands away from his neck, imprisoning both with one hand to keep her from moving. Adelai was helpless underneath him, even as he pounded away into her.
Had she not already been wet it would have hurt, and it did a little, her tunnel stretching to accommodate his largeness, but he paid little heed. She had inflamed him, enraged and aroused him at the same time, and now he wanted to punish her for her insolence. His long cock slammed into her, deeper than anyone had ever been inside her. Sawing into her, in and out, in and out, filling every inch of her to the hilt. She shrieked out her release just as the general bellowed his own, spilling into her in rivulets.
As Adelai slowly wound down from the sensual bliss, she realized the general was shaking against her body. He was laughing. “Ah, I wished I had bought you instead, little girl,” he whispered, a slow grin on his face. “I would have kept you like you were a treasure of mine, tucked away behind my books, where no one else could see or touch and your legs spread for me all day long.” Around them, the sounds of sex were also beginning to wind down as couples grew exhausted from the nonstop revelry. “But no matter, your earl can have you any time he wants, but I intend to have you in my bed tonight.”
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Allies
General Kazer had been near inexhaustible. He had taken her again several times that night, with Adelai sometimes half-waking from a fitful doze to find him on top of her, lapping at her cunny with his thick, flat tongue. She only had time to cry out, half in surprise and half in reluctant pleasure, and the general would continue not until she orgasmed, but only until she was wet and slick, ready for entry. Then he would push her legs apart to enter her abruptly, with a grunt. The general’s cock was easily the largest Adelai had ever seen, certainly the largest that had ever been inside her, and he took little time with her pleasure, fucking her hard instead to bolster his own. It was always a strange combination of hurt and delight for Adelai, still able to find pleasure though he was often too rough, but after the arrisque all the general was concerned about was spending in her as many times as he could, leaving her quivering and sensitive, but only able to spend once herself.
It was well past midnight by the time the general had fallen asleep, his loud snores telling her that he was finished for the night. She waited for some time anyway, to ensure that he would not be getting up or reaching for her again, before quietly stealing out of the bed, slipping noiselessly into a dressing gown she had brought with her. She could not help but feel a small surge of pity for Caera, though the shrinemaiden had also impressed her. If this was what the other girl had to go through every night, it amazed her that she could still remain so lively and cheerful most days.
She had taken note of the location of the general’s study earlier, when Caera had been pointing out the manor’s numerous rooms. Adelai felt nervous sneaking about in the large house, knowing that the other guests were also inside the manor. They could step out and catch her at a moment’s notice, but she felt that the risk was worth it.
But there were muffled sounds coming from the small foyer that she had to go through to gain access to the study, and it was those sounds that drew her, cautious but curious as to what was going on. What she saw halted her in mid-step.
The Silvermaiden was on the sofa, and she was straddling her slave, the Highrolfe general. She had chosen not to disrobe completely, but her dressing gown was already completely askew, her full breasts on display. Her hands were fisted against Khalid’s chest, and she was moving up and down on him, frantic. Her head was flung back and her eyes were closed, biting down a little on her lip to prevent herself from making too much noise. Khalid, no longer reluctant or disobedient, was hammering roughly up into her, his face strained with need as his eyes took in the orgasming woman above him. Both were too caught up in their own passions to notice her, and Adelai tried to take a few steps back, her first instinct to move out of the room.
She ran into a solidly built pair of arms, and a hand clapped over her mouth to stifle her noise of surprise. “Shush,” said a voice above her, sounding amus
ed, even as the newcomer moved them to a more secluded spot where they would be less visible. “We wouldn’t want to spoil my cousin’s fun, now would we?”
He relaxed his hold, and Adelai spun around to see the Wolf grinning down at her. “Did you finally tire the Jackal out? Though I imagine he should already be asleep around this time, regardless.”
It felt like he was trying to test her. Rather than be annoyed or offended by his mocking tone, Adelai smiled brightly at him. “I would not be out of bed had I not.”
He chuckled. “Nothing fazes you, does it?” He stepped closer toward her, and despite the faint soreness that still lingered after her bouts with General Kazer, Adelai could understand the attraction the man possessed. Where the Jackal was abrupt and selfish, relying on strength rather than technique, the Wolf was a different breed of animal completely. “Not even me?”
“Not even you,” Adelai agreed, refusing to back down. He had moved so close, and she had nearly forgotten the couple behind them, still rocking against each other. “I think I know how to read people well enough.”
“And what do you read of me? Not like Kazer, am I?”
“No,” she said quietly, “the Jackal is like a large wave that threatens to mow down anything in its path. He would always use force over subtlety.”
“And I?” He took her chin, bent his head so that his mouth was so close. He could easily take her now if he wanted to. She remembered his exertions with his slave, the ecstatic look on the redhead’s face as she clenched tightly around his cock, and shivered despite herself.
“You are like the groundwater,” she breathed, “seeping into the cracks, seeking to batter down one’s defenses from within. You exploit the weaknesses of your opponent to achieve victory, rather than face them head-on where casualties would be greater. And that requires a considerable amount of technique.”