by Amy Sumida
“Sir Conall,” the woman said with pleasure, “I'm glad to see that you've returned safely to my court.” Her eyes strayed to me. “And with a gift?”
“Uh...” Conall looked at me with widening eyes. “I've just returned, Your Majesty. I didn't have the chance to take my new slave to my quarters. My apologies. She's on loan from King Drostan and not mine to gift.”
“On loan?” The Queen looked me over again. “Let me see her.”
“I'm sorry, Riley,” Conall whispered into my ear as he pushed the cloak open and took the blanket away from me.
The Queen's gaze flicked over my body and lingered on the residue coating my thighs. “I see that you've made use of this loan already. So, you won't mind lending her out to me.”
Conall gaped at the woman.
“Sir Conall?” The man prompted with a smirk as his gaze flicked over my body.
“No, of course not, Your Majesty.” Conall removed his cloak from me as his jaw clenched. He lowered his voice to say to me, “Obey her, Riley; she is the absolute power here. I shall request your return as soon as I can.”
Conall helped me kneel before the Queen.
“Lovely,” the Queen purred. She looked off into a shadowed corner to command, “Have her bathed and then returned to me.”
A woman came forth and helped me to my feet. As she escorted me through a side door, I caught one last look at Conall's angry expression. I couldn't help feeling pleased. Conall hadn't been cruel to me, but he hadn't exactly been kind either. My instincts were screaming that I was better off away from him.
“Now, Sir Conall,” the Queen said. “What was King Drostan's response?”
The door closed behind us before I could hear the answer.
“You look as if you've had it rough,” the girl said kindly. “Are you all right?”
“You're human!” I had finally gotten a good look at her.
“Yes, but I ended up in service to Queen Tana,” she said. “I was lucky. If you're smart, you'll try to make her happy, and then maybe she'll keep you too.”
“I wouldn't know the first thing about making a woman happy,” I whispered in horror.
The girl laughed as she led me through narrow corridors. The corridors were empty and unadorned; I had the feeling that we were walking through hidden passageways.
“Queen Tana won't require you to service her,” she said. “She likes to have entertainment as her consort makes love to her.”
“Oh,” I whispered.
“You'll probably have to fuck one of the knights,” the girl went on. “But they're all handsome, and they'll treat you well; it won't be a hardship. Queen Tana doesn't allow any abuse of slaves in her presence.”
“Really?” I asked in surprise.
“This is Seelie,” the girl said. “It's a different world than Unseelie.”
“No kidding,” I muttered. “Hey, I'm Riley.”
“I'm Janet,” she said with a grin. “Nice to meet you, Riley, and welcome to Seelie. Come on, let's get you a hot bath and some clothes.”
“I don't know what I want more.”
Janet laughed.
Chapter Seventeen
After I was dressed and perfumed, Janet took me back to the Queen's chambers. Conall was gone, and so was the man who resembled Queen Tana. The Queen lounged across an enormous bed. Greek columns formed the bed posters; stone arches connecting them to each other and a central piece—hung high over the middle of the bed—that resembled the Queen's crown. The bed was covered in red silk, which looked beautiful against the Queen's tawny skin. Queen Tana's hair was still in the elaborate curls she had worn earlier, with her golden crown perched upon them. But that was all she wore. The Seelie Queen was gloriously naked; laid back against a mound of pillows with her legs spread and a man lying on her thigh as if there were no other place he'd rather be. He idly played with the Queen's pussy as she played with his dark hair.
“There you are, Janet!” The Queen exclaimed. “Excellent. Bring our new lady here.”
Queen Tana waved toward a silk-covered mattress set on the floor directly before her bed. A slim man with amethyst hair and fair skin stood beside the mattress, waiting calmly. He smiled gently at me as we approached.
“What is your name, girl?” The Queen asked me.
“Riley, Your Majesty,” I said.
“Riley, this is Thiery.” The Queen pointed to the purple-haired man. “Thiery will be your partner. Thiery, you know what I like; you may begin.”
Thiery bowed to the Queen and started undressing. My eyes widened as the curves of his muscles were revealed. Were all fairy men gorgeous, or was it just the knights? Thiery grinned when he saw me admiring him and unbuckled his belt slowly as he held my gaze. He let his belt and pants fall to the floor and then stepped free of them. Thiery had an alien attractiveness that I was beginning to become accustomed to. His eyes were silver, and they caught the sunlight streaming through the window behind me; to gleam like molten metal. They reminded me of Drostan's skin, and a jolt of fury shot through me.
“See? I told you; he's hot, right? I'm so jealous,” Janet whispered before she left.
Thiery came over to me and started removing my clothing. I tensed. The reminder that Drostan had cast me aside and effectively placed me in this position, had soured the moment.
“Relax,” Thiery whispered. “I'm not going to hurt you.”
“No; only fuck me,” I muttered.
“We both have to do this,” he said in a low but firm tone. “Wouldn't it be better to enjoy it?”
Hugo's advice echoed through my mind again, and I realized that I would have to adjust my behavior to suit my new environment. The Seelie Queen may not abuse her slaves, but that didn't mean she would tolerate their disobedience. I would take Janet's advice as well, and try to endear myself to the Queen. If that meant fucking this guy like there was no tomorrow, then so be it.
I took a deep breath, and finally nodded; opening my fists to release the tight hold I'd had on my dress. Thiery lifted it from me and then led me to the mattress. He helped me down onto my knees; facing me toward the Queen.
The Queen's lover was languorously licking her, but her eyes were on Thiery and me. Thiery spread my stance and settled on his knees behind me. He ran his hands over my breasts; lifting them as if to display them for his queen before pinching my nipples until they hardened. I moaned and leaned my head back on his shoulders.
“That's it,” he purred in my ear and then nipped my earlobe. “Just relax into the pleasure I'll give you.”
His hands kneaded my breasts before sliding down my belly and rubbing lightly over my thighs.
“Finger her,” the Queen commanded. “Make her scream, Thiery. I want to hear her cries of delight.”
“Yes, Your Majesty,” Thiery said as his hand slipped between my legs.
Thiery's fingers parted me, and he began to rub my clit expertly as the Queen's lover began to suck more forcefully on hers. Queen Tana's hands were on her breasts; rubbing and pinching her nipples as her stare fastened on my pussy. Thiery slipped a finger inside me and began to twirl it around as he used his other hand to angle his cock between my legs. He rubbed his manhood against me as he continued to flick my clit and finger me; an impressive amount of technique, if you thought about it. I drenched his cock in seconds, and then came in a screaming, body-shaking rush.
“Yes,” the Queen moaned. “Now, bend her forward, and fuck her wet pussy. Fuck it hard enough for me to hear how wet you've made it.”
The Queen pushed her lover back, so that he laid with his head at the foot of the bed, and straddled him. She impaled herself on his cock and started fucking him slowly as she avidly watched Thiery bend me over. I braced myself on my hands and set my stare on the mattress beneath me.
“Look at me, Riley,” the Queen said just as Thiery shoved his cock inside me.
I groaned and lifted my face. The Queen was bent over so that her lover could suck her nipples. He moaned as if it were
the most delicious thing he'd ever tasted.
“I like to be watched too,” she said. “Be sure to keep your eyes on me.”
“Yes, Your Majesty,” I said.
“How is her pussy, Thiery?” Queen Tana asked as her lover flicked his tongue over her nipple.
“Very tight, Your Majesty,” Thiery growled as he began to fuck me faster. “And so gloriously wet. Lady Riley is as wanton as any sidhe woman. Thank you for letting me have her first.”
“We have Riley for as long as we want her,” the Queen noted. “She's on loan from Sir Conall, who has her on loan from King Drostan.” She cried out in pleasure as she ground herself against her lover. “Shall we keep her awhile, Sir Thiery?”
“Please do, Your Majesty,” Thiery said. “I can't wait to try her mouth.”
“Then do so now, Sir Thiery,” she commanded. “Riley, suck Sir Thiery's cock. Do a good job, and you shall be rewarded.”
Thiery pulled out of me; giving my pussy a long, affectionate stroke before lying down so that his head was closest to the Queen. He set his stare on her jiggling breasts as she rode her lover, and she smiled indulgently down at him. I crawled between Thiery's legs and looked down at his glistening cock. It stood proud and slim; the perfect size for my mouth.
“I might as well enjoy myself,” I whispered just before I slipped my lips down his length.
Fuck Drostan and his unsure heart. If he could toss me aside so easily, I could sever any feelings I had growing for him. I'd take my pleasure here, and make myself a home in a court that didn't abuse their slaves. But first, I was going to suck this knight's cock as if he were a king.
Thiery cried out as I held the base of his shaft and twisted up and then down with my fingers as I slipped my mouth over him. I licked and sucked as I moaned appreciatively over the feel of him in my mouth; tightening my lips around his member and quickening my pace before slowing it again. Then I licked the tiny hole in the head of his dick before sucking at it.
“Dear Goddess!” Thiery cried.
“She is rather wonderful at that, isn't she?” Queen Tana noted. “Perhaps I should let my brother have her at dinner tonight.”
Thiery couldn't respond; only thrash his head about and make moaning cries.
“Are you about to come, Sir Thiery?” Queen Tana asked in surprise.
“Yes, Your Majesty,” Thiery was finally able to speak.
“Wonderful!” the Queen declared. “This is a first for you, Sir Thiery, isn't it?”
“Yes, Your Majesty,” Thiery whispered. “I've never been brought to pleasure by a woman's mouth before.”
“Our new slave has talent,” the Queen purred happily. “Drink down every last drop of Sir Thiery's cum, Riley. Then Sir Thiery will pleasure you.”
I sped up and kept to an even pace—encouraged by both the Queen and Thiery's responses—and Thiery was soon coming across my tongue. I drank him down as the Queen commanded—enjoying the slightly sweet taste of his fey cum—and then licked my lips as I sat up.
“Lovely,” the Queen continued to pump away on her lover. “Now, Sir Thiery; show Riley your appreciation.”
“Yes, Your Majesty,” Sir Thiery said eagerly.
He sat up; pushing me back in the process, and dove between my legs. Within seconds, Thiery's tongue was laving at me earnestly, and his finger was fucking me. I held his head tightly to me as he sucked on my clit, and it didn't take long before I was coming again. I kept my eyes on the Queen; watching her lover's beautiful cock slide into her pink pussy. I could see why she enjoyed this; it was like watching live, interactive porn while you had sex.
“Yes!” The Queen screamed as she came too. She fell forward after her release, and then looked up at me with a grin. “Now, Riley, I have one last test for you.” She sat up and climbed off her lover; who was still rock hard. “My brother is not prone to taking pleasure as a Prince should. Many slaves, and even more ladies of my court, have tried to change this, but all have failed to satisfy him. My consort, Sir Eamon”—she paused to stroke his chest affectionately—“has never come in another woman's mouth. Again; many have tried, and all have failed to satisfy him. If you can make Sir Eamon come with that talented mouth of yours, you will have proven yourself worthy of my brother, and I will allow you to suck his royal cock.”
“No, my Queen,” Sir Eamon begged. “Don't make me endure another attempt. You know only you can please me.”
“Sweetling, this is for my brother,” Queen Tana purred. “At least let the girl try.”
“You know I can refuse you nothing, my love.” Sir Eamon sighed as he sat up.
He was breathtaking; with long dark hair, even darker eyes, muscles for days, and golden-brown skin stretching over them. His cock was long and thick; weeping with need and wet with the Queen's desire. Sir Thiery got dressed and quietly left while I crawled over to Sir Eamon. The Queen's consort looked down at me with distaste as he hung his legs over the edge of the bed and spread them.
I looked him over and narrowed my eyes. This needed another approach. So, I slipped my hand around Sir Eamon's cock and lifted it. He looked down in surprise, and I held his gaze as I lowered my face to his balls. I sucked first one and then the other into my mouth; tonguing them like candy. As he groaned, I let them pop free and nudged them upward with my nose.
Queen Tana slipped out of bed and came around the foot of it to watch me as I licked the sensitive area beneath Sir Eamon's balls while I continued to stroke his cock. He cried out; his hips twitching. Eamon's hand went to my head and drew me closer as I licked my way further down. I could feel a more feminine hand on my shoulder; stroking me encouragingly as I slipped my tongue into Sir Eamon's ass. He instantly came in a hot stream across my back.
The Queen applauded as I sat up. Sir Eamon was laid back on the bed; his cock limp and leaking, and his expression both shocked and satisfied. I looked over at the Queen and saw that some of his cum had hit her belly. She wiped it up happily and licked it off her finger.
“Well done, Riley,” she purred as she savored her lover's cum. “Tonight—for your reward—you shall service the Prince of Seelie.”
Chapter Eighteen
I was taken back to the same chamber I'd bathed in before. Janet gushed the entire way; telling me how lucky I was to make such a good impression on the Queen and to get the chance to touch her brother. Queen Tana hadn't found a slave good enough for Prince Trenton in over fifteen years, and he had turned down every lady of the Seelie Court. I was flattered, I guess, but mostly nervous. I knew I needed to make this prince come or I'd be returned to Conall.
Janet dressed me in a lavish, velvet gown that laced up so tight that it nearly shoved my breasts out of the bodice. My nipples were a hairsbreadth away from popping free, and my boobs looked enormous. I wasn't allowed underwear, but at least I got a nice pair of shoes. Janet led me through the narrow passages again, but this time she took me out into a vast room.
There were dining tables set up along the walls, with an ornate one at the end, perpendicular to the others. It was very similar to the set up in the Unseelie dining hall, but this was much brighter, and there were no human slaves along the walls.
The Queen sat at the high table with the man I'd seen speaking to her earlier; obviously her brother. Prince Trenton smiled widely when he saw me, and I had the impression that it was in challenge. I glanced around the room as Janet led me down the central aisle, and my gaze happened upon Conall. He was steaming mad, and that made amused me. When Conall saw my reaction, his eyes narrowed. I turned away and smiled at Prince Trenton. He licked his lips and looked over my cleavage hungrily.
This was the man who no woman could please? I thought that he might be gay, but he was obviously into women. So, what was the problem? Perhaps—like his sister—he needed something more unique in the way of lovemaking. But how would I give him a unique blowjob?
Janet bowed, and I followed her lead.
“Your Majesty,” Janet said. “I hope Lady Riley'
s appearance pleases you.”
“You've done well, Janet,” the Queen said. “Thank you; you may go.”
Janet left me as the Queen waved me forward. I stopped before the edge of the high table.
“Come up here, my dear,” the Queen said. “Let my brother see you.”
I went around to the steps at the side of the dais and walked up them. The Queen's brother shifted in his seat and gestured me over to him. I stood before him and waited.
“She's lovely,” Prince Trenton said to his sister. “But, I have had lovely women before.”
“I have every confidence in her, Trenton,” the Queen said to her brother. “Get under the table, Riley. Show my brother what you can do.”
I wasn't all too surprised by the command. Drostan had done something very similar to me on my first night in Tirne. So, I knelt and started to crawl beneath the table. On my way under, Trenton reached down and popped my nipples out of my dress. He winked at me when I looked up at him, then spread his legs expectantly.
I positioned myself between Trenton's thighs and pushed the tablecloth up so I could reach his belt. Trenton flipped the cloth up onto the table so that he could watch me. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Sir Eamon sitting beside the Queen. I glanced over, and he smiled encouragingly. But I had a feeling that the Prince would need more than a tongue in his ass to make him come.
I glanced up at Prince Trenton as I undid his pants, and then smiled when his rigid cock sprang free. At least I didn't have to work to arouse him; that was half the battle. His cock was thicker than Thiery's and slightly more golden than the rest of his skin. The curls around its base were white—like the hair on his head—and I threaded my fingers through them before dragging my fingernails down his shaft.
Trenton sucked in an excited breath; his cock twitching eagerly.
Excellent; so he was that kind of man. The women had been too gentle with their Prince. But that one scrape had told me everything I needed to know; Prince Trenton wanted it rough.