The Queen and her Servants

Lady Maria

Lady Maria was married to one of the King's highest advisors, Lord Marciness.
He was over twice her age and their marriage had been one of convenience and arrangement, that she had known nothing of until a few days before their wedding.

Maria was only 23, intelligent and with a keen mind she had longed to travel and see the world but all of her dreams of such things had been dashed with her marriage. Lord Marciness never left the court, such was the King's dependance on him. Which consequently meant Maria never left the court either.
She knew he cared for her in some way and, unlike some other ladies of the court, they did still share a bed but their love making was brief and never fulfilling to her. Lord Marciness was a tall, slight fellow, at least a foot taller than she was but unlike the rest of him, his manhood was very small. Even when he was fully aroused, she could hold him in his entirety in her hand.

She dared not tell him of her dreams of large, strong men who would use her and show her how her body could be brought to levels of pleasure and delight she had never imagined. With jet black hair that curled and waved down her back, large blue eyes and alabaster skin she knew she attracted the attentions of many a male admirer but she never considered being unfaithful to her husband.

Until the day she had seen The Moor. He seemed to have stepped straight out of her dreams and night time desires. She had heard some of the other wives discussing how 'blessed' he was down below and had blushed readily at hearing such things.
Somehow she had found herself talking to him and then they had ended up in the cellar and she had seen his manhood for herself. It was enormous and easily the size of her own forearm. She had licked and sucked it eagerly, falling to her knees before the towering man. Her entire body tingling as she'd felt his hand wrapping in her silken hair to help guide her inexperienced mouth along his length. Then he had climaxed, filling her mouth and throat with thick warmth which she had swallowed with barely a grimace. It was everything she had ever dreamt of and desired and so didn't hesitate to invite him to visit her in her chambers when he was able. Her husband was in discussions with the King all day and she knew they were unlikely to be disturbed.

Now she sat in her chamber, alone, looking at her reflection in the mirror, wondering what new pleasures The Moor would introduce her to in their next meeting.

(OOC: hope this is alright... )

( OOC -seems fine to me )

Having been given the tour by the head servant, he found himself once again alone. Seeing none about, he decided to see Lady Maria once more. She had quite eager to have him, and indeed her lips had please him well. Following the directions she'd given him, he arrived at her chamber door. Those dark fingers rapped upon it, before he let himself in. He stood before her now, looking upon as the dark hair hung to her waist, and her pale skin, he found her a welcoming sight before him.

He shut the door behind him, and moved his hands to the breeches that he wore. Unlacing them and offering her a grin as he stood there, nude as the day he was birthed, That dark beast seeming to droop down from its own weight, the foreskin covered tip, inviting her to peel it back to see that plump dark head. That shaft as dark as him, now that she had a better look at him in the light. It still showed signs of her blowjob, as the shaft showed hints of her red lipstick. He looked her over, grinning still to her, how she had grown, and she looked lovely, even in her robes, he wondered how she would look without them.

A simply brow raised as he looked upon her, the woman that stood there, looking upon him, he didn't seem to mind in the least he watching. Turning slowly to give her a full view of his prick, the shaft hung there still, limp, but god he was larger then a prized bull, he merely smirked to her

Like what you see white woman...?

Lady Maria

Maria jumped as she head a knocking at her chamber door. She had been so absorbed in her day dreaming about The Moor and their 'introduction' in the cellar she hadn't noticed the passing of time. She stood up, her long robe clinging to her curves and large breasts, tied simply at the waist, the pale turquoise material did much to emphasise the pale quality of her skin and the intensity of her blue eyes. It was him. The Moor let himself into her room and for a moment the pair of them just stood looking over one another.

Then, as if acting on an unspoken command, his large hands moved to his breeches and undid them, letting them drop to the floor. Removing his shirt he stood before her naked, his large member hanging by his thigh. In the light of her chamber it seemed even bigger than it had in the dim light of the cellar.

Then he began to turn, as if showing himself off for her benefit, and she took full advantage. Taking in his physique, his firm, rounded behind, his broad shoulders and back, and his well muscled torso. He was everything she had dreamed of having in a lover. And now he stood before her again, simply waiting...

Like what you see white woman...?

Maria could only nod, it seemed her ability to speak had been momentarily been removed from her. Tentatively she walked towards him. Raising her hand to run it softly across his skin, moving across his chest and then around his back, her hand dancing lightly over his shoulders, marvelling at how pale and small her hand appeared against his flesh. Once she was back before him she let her eyes drift down to the prize between his thighs that she so desired.

"I...I do more than like it, sir" She finally answered, looking up into his face, having to tilt her chin to meet his eyes. "And do I...do I please you...?" She stepped back a little, desperate to hear whether or not she tempted him, the way he so obviously tempted her, and half the women at court. Her hands moving to be held just behind her back, almost inviting him to step forwards and disrobe her....

"Oh My Queen, it is wrong of me to speak these things but, I have yearned for your touch between my own thighs. To have those warm wonderous hands run over the tenderness of my own virginial body, to touch me in those dark places you seem only to reach. My Queen, I fear that I could never do those things that I so long to but, when alone, I reach deep beneath my own shift and feel through the tangle of hair the warmth and wetness. I do not know these sensations and they confuse me so, yet I find I cannot stop myself until I reach such a state that I feel the water coming forth from me" blushing, she still could not meet the eye of her Queen.

She had just revealed to this woman that she had desires for her that no mortal woman should feel. Again, she was very aware of the wetness running down her legs and was afraid to move when the Queen motioned for her for fear of discovering the puddle she was standing in.

Queen Adolla smiled with intentions at the girl, who was unable as of yet to move toward her. She turned back to the servant on the bed, the man whom she had spied in the fields and called to her own chamber, and spoke now to him.

"I will have you, and you will make passions with your queen. It is an honor, I am sure you know, and I wish to hear how honored you are as I allow you to touch and fulfill me. I see your manhood, and I want it within me, and so I shall have it. If your words and actions are pleasing to me, and I become aroused under your touches, you will become a regular lover of your queen, and she will also fulfill your own passions. Does this please you, and are you willing to completely enjoy and fulfill your queen so that she may know your greatest pleasures, in order to continue the affair and become pleased as well?" She waited for his answer, then turned back to Cecille.

The queen walked over to her own maidenservant, knowing now of the girl's true thoughts and desires. The queen had expected as much, and was pleased. Cecille's presence in her bedcourt had often heightened the queen's own arousals, but it was not godly to desire the touch of another woman, or to desire to touch one. But this servant had admitted her own guilts, and the queen was, after all, the queen.
She began to unbutton the girl's blouse, speaking softly to her. "Cecille. I want you to touch me in those ways, and I want to touch and please you as well. The king is a useless, pompous windbag, and as the queen I have decided that I shall have what I desire. I have spoken with my friend, the wife of the king's advisor, and know that she harbors the same desires for fulfillment and we did decide together that we each will be exploring our passions. Things among the royalty and the servant staff will be very different now, and I want you to be a part of that. i want you to be my friend after the lights have gone out and all other servants are in their own berricks. Would you like that, Cecille?"

The queen had finished with Cecille's blouse now, and it was on the floor. She'd fumbled a bit with the button on the side of the girl's skirt, so had ripped it off to allow the skirt to fall to the floor as well. The girl was standing before her queen in only her white undergarments, the queen's hand having snuck inside the slit of her slip, rubbing gently against the girl's silken covered cunt. The queen could feel her wetness, and it made her own increase. She watched for the girl's response as she guided her over to the bed to lay next to Malcom.

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Once she was back before him she let her eyes drift down to the prize between his thighs that she so desired.

"I...I do more than like it, sir" She finally answered, looking up into his face, having to tilt her chin to meet his eyes. "And do I...do I please you...?" She stepped back a little, desperate to hear whether or not she tempted him, the way he so obviously tempted her, and half the women at court. Her hands moving to be held just behind her back, almost inviting him to step forwards and disrobe her....

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"Thank you Lady Maria..."

Stepping forward, those large black hands would move to her robes, parting it slowly to reveal her to him. Those dark eyes glazed over with lust for the sight before him. Her breasts were young, full and perky. Pink little nipples that perked outwards, begging to be touch and fondled.

He parted her robe even more to let his gaze travel down her flat stomach and to rest on her trimmed bush. The sights before him starting to make his cock stir from its resting place against his thigh. Leaning down, he lifted her off her feet, walking her over to the bed she shared with her husband. He would then lay her upon it, spreading her legs widely. Dipping his head down as he moved dark fingers to cup her firm cheeks, he'd lift her hips upwards, as he lowered his lips to her moist pussy. Slipping his tongue out, he'd flicker it around her wet cunt, as he freed one hand to rub against her upturned clit.

He'd then delve his tongue into her depths, flicking it across her lips and pressing it into her hole. The mean time he pitched against her little nub of flesh with his thumb and forefinger. Using his ring finger and middle digits, he started to finger out her pussy while he lapped at it. Those black digits felt as good as a cock, all they were almost larger then her mates manhood.

Master (George) Avalon

Avalon jogged quickly up the back stairs. One of the kitchen girls (who was convinced he would marry her) had tipped him off that The Moor was on the prowl again, possibly to see his Master's wife, Lady Maria.

This was too good a blackmail opportunity to miss.

He slid silently into the ante-chamber outside his employer's, waving away the maid-girl with a flick of his hand, hushing her protests. He paused, holding his breath... and waited...

... the gasp from Lady Maria brought a knowing smile to his lips. He padded to the door, easing the catch open in an all too practiced way, breezing through the gap like a shadow.

He paused again at the doorway, staring directly at the bed and his smile only grew. The blackman had Lady Maria's delicious buttocks cupped in his giant hands and was, it appeared, trying to eat from the pussy upwards. For her part Lady Maria had her eyes screwed-up tight with pleasure, taking fistfuls of the bedsheets as she thrashed on his tongue as it darted, alongside his fingers, into her red, raw and exposed inner-reaches.

Avalon felt his cock-harden at watching Lady Maria used in this way. How many nights had he wiled away, in the servant's chamber next to his employers, fantasising about that wonderful woman, just a few feet away? Her alabaster skin, the sublime curve in the breast of her ribbed dresses more than enough to make his manhood stir... the rise and fall of her cleavage when she laughed. And all that, just metres away and (he knew) neglected by the ageing Advisor. Many nights he had thought of her and jerked himself to release... or better yet, taken one of the kitchen girls and imagined her as Lady Maria.

And now - here she was, spread out, quite litterally before him - having her deliciously looking gash licked into a frenzy by this 'Moor'. This was sure to be turned to his advantage. She would truly be indebted to him for his silence now.

Avalon moved forwards, ducking around the drapes and curtains, careful to keep out of sight of those on the bed - not that they were paying much attention to anything else.

He positioned himself amidst the hanging curtain to Lady Maria's changing area, totally hidden from The Moor, but visible to Lady Maria, should she look up... and how he hoped she might.

(OOC: Sorry, but I'm away now until Monday. Still around for a few more hours today, but didn't want you waiting around for me - back for more on Monday!)

Caine's leather wrapped feet carried him swiftly and silently down the corridors of the palace. Bribes, a couple empty threats and his best ladykiller smile had earned his way into the palace almost unnoticed. A heavy brown robe was wrapped around his body, helping make him look more like another servant. The nobles never bothered to look twice.

Rounding a corner, Caine knelt in front of a large heavy wooden door. Running his hands almost sensously across the iron padlock Caine's handsome face broke into a grin. Caine had always loved locks. All it took was the proper motions and some subtle work with his fingers and they always opened wide to offer you their treasures. Locks and women were very similar in that way.

His lock picking tools did their work quickly and the padlock gave way with a satisfying click. Caine checked behind him and slipped into the room shrugging off the robe once the door was closed behind him. He was wearing a simple leather vest covered in pockets along with his throwing knives, leaving his arms bare to display the detailed fire pattern tattoos.

His sources had told him that this room was where the queen kept many of her more valuable jewels. His sources were apparantly wrong, the room was nothing more than a sideroom next to her bedchambers. There was nothing more than a few sterling silver or gold goblets and a few candleholders.

Caine sighed. "A bird in the hand I suppose"

Suddenly a noise from the adjacent room caught his ear. Caine spun on his heel to listen closer before he realized what the sound was. A woman's moan?

Lady Maria

Lady Maria whimpered as she felt his wide tongue begin to stroke and fondle her sex, his large strong hands holding her rear in place, keeping her legs apart before him. Her pretty, pale hands gripping the satin beneath them as he stiffened his tongue and began to run it in and out of her just as his thumb pressed carefully against he swollen bud and rubbed it gently.
"Oh my..."
She groaned as she felt one of his thick fingers begin to inch it's way into her tight, warm, sex. His single finger felt better than her husband, even when he was at his most excited. Her upper body rose from the sheets, her back arching as she felt him forcing a second finger into her, stretching her almost virginally tight sex wider than it had ever been.
Her cheeks flushed and her eyes rolling slightly as he started to move them back and forth, rocking in and out of her slowly.
His finger and mouth continuing to torment her swollen bud, rubbing and caressing it, sending thrills of excitement throughout her body.
Lady Maria collapsed back against the bedsheets as his fingers reached slightly deeper, drawing a loud gasp from her lips. She bit her lower lip to keep her from screaming out in pure pleasure before her sparkling eyes widened and her cheeks paled slightly.
"Oh god...!"
But this had nothing to do with The Moor and his talented mouth or fingers...her eyes had met those of another...
Master Avalon, servant to her husband, was stood within her changing area, most of his body obscured from view by the fine curtains but his eyes fixed on her naked form. She knew he had seen her notice him, their eyes had met for a moment or two.
Her body tensed and The Moor probed and fondled her more intensely, no doubt believing her stiffened body related to his ministrations.
But her eyes never moved from those hidden within the curtains, glittering darkly, dangerously back at her.
Would he motion for her to stop...? Or, even worse, would he motion for her to continue...allowing him to watch her give her body over to the huge black man between her thighs...
She had always suspected some partiality on his part towards her but hadn't given it a second thought, he was her husband's servant after all. But she had caught his eyes roving over her form more than once when she thought about it. Always with the same, almost hungry, expression.
Knowing whichever Master Avalon decided, he would no doubt be wanting something from her...to ensure his silence would be kept...
Whimpering again as The Moor tried to force a third finger inside of her already full sex, she watched Master Avalon...cautiously...

Malcolm

Malcolm smiled as he pulled out and started sucking on her nipples, nibbling also, while stroking his full 10 inches in front of her. "This can be all yours my queen, all you have to do is ask. I would fuck you silly and senseless without a thought."

She looked Malcom over, the evil thoughts in her mind getting the better of her. yes, this would be a good lesson for Cecille as well....

"Yes. That will do, very well. Be gentle with your queen, and leave no evidence of our activities for the king to find should he call for me soon." She began to glide her hand up and down Cecille's wettened slit as she spoke to Malcom. "Show my maidenservant here how she should treat me once we are alone." She grinned at the girl, then kissed her lips gently as she crawled over her to lie on the bed, waiting for Malcom's gentle assault of his majesty, the queen.

Malcolm

Malcolm wasn't sure about what she wanted, but just let his instincts lead the way. He walked over to the bed and started kissing down the queens body, and slipping a finger into her pussy as he licked and kissed down to it.

"Mmmm, there you go Malcom...." She lifted her hands above her head, revealing her entire body to both him and to Cecille, as she explained what she loved for both Malcom's sake and that of the girl on the bed with them. "Oohh.... I loooovvve to be licked like that. I love your mouth all over my body. Your hands inside of me, very arousing and causing me to need much more. It is unwomanly I know, to ask such a thing, but Malcom...." She looked Cecille in the eyes as she said it. "Use your tongue along with your fingers to lap up the wetness between my legs. Eat me, Malcom." She grinned and closed her eyes, waiting for her servant to follow instruction.

Malcolm

Malcolm smiled and kept eating and slipping two and then a third finger into her nibbling on her clit. "Hmm, so tasty and wet."

Queen Adolla groaned as he did exactly as she asked, pleasuring her with both his tongue and his fingers. She retreated slightly as he slipped a third finger into her, but then relaxed to accept it. He was stretching her - it didn't hurt really, just had surprised her. It had been long enough since her husband, the king, had been able to become fully sustained that she hadn't had a full pussy in... well, several years now. The king himself wasn't the most well-endowed man, but it sufficed - when it worked at all.

She voiced her pleasure, and her thoughts, for Cecille's sake. "Oohh, that's it, Malcom. Fill my womanhood with your hand, and lap at my sensitive parts. It is my turn to have pleasure now, and soon you will join me." She now looked up at Cecille. "As will you, very soon my sweet maiden." She reached a hand over to the girl, reached under her bustierre, and gently began twirling at one of the maidenservant's nipples.

The queen thought she heard a noise in her storage closet, only one door over from her jewel closet, and jerked her head in that direction. Hearing nothing more, she turned her attentions back to the servant she'd called in from the fields for just this reason....

malcolm

malcolm continued with his ministrations. his face getting soaked. he was biting on her clit with varrying amounts og pressure

"Mmmmm...." Adolla began bucking against him, enjoying whatever he was doing to her. "Are you... biting me?" She grinned, her arousal growing with each moment.

Malcolm

Malcolm looked up at her through her legs. "Don't worry my queen, I won't leave a mark." He grinned and went back to his nibbling and suckling while also finger fucking her.

Caine and seated himself on the stone floor, pressing his back against the door. His smile seemed to wrap from one ear to another as he listened in. He had recognized the familiar sound of a woman's pleasure almost immediatly but the queen herself? And the king's name was most certainly not Malcolm.

The various trinkets in this room were of no intrest to him now. The thought of the beautiful and regal queen writhing beneath the thrusts of a man besides her husband was far more intresting. And when Caine's ears caught a second female voice made it even sweeter.

Curiosity overwhelmed the young bandit and he decided that even if it meant the gallows for him, this was something he had to see. Pressing his shoulder against the door, Caine pushed gently letting a tiny sliver of light from the other room to shine in. Angling his head, Caine squinted one eye to get a glimpse of what was going on inside.

She smiled and turned towards Cecille once more. "Are you enjoying watching, Cecille? Will you enjoy repeating this with me later?" She watched for the girl's shy reaction, then continued. "If you wish, you can disrobe and lie here with us in your nakedness. And, if at any time you wish my hand on you, please - you have my permission to also show me what YOU like as Malcom pleasures me now. Okay?" The girl blushed, but Adolla knew that the girl would soon be reaching for her hand, craving her own pleasures as the queen's were satisfied.

Content that the girl would join them soon, she turned back to Malcom. "Bring me your manhood, and tease me with it. Whisper in my ear the things you crave, the things you've fantasized about in your own bed at night." As he moved toward her to follow her instruction yet again, she guided his mouth toward her protruding nipples. This would delay his vocal seduction of her, she knew, but she loved this just as much....

Malcolm

Malcolm smiled as he took one of her nipples between his lips and teeth, teasing it with his teeth and tongue. He took his fingers out of her pussy and stuck one of them into her mouth to suck clean, and then offered the other one to the servant to taste. "You might as well taste her now also." He told the other servant. He then took the shaft of his cock in his hand, and began teasing her pussy with it, while he teased her nipples. He wasn't going to enter her without permission so, he was just going to tease. "You feel that my queen, that's just the tip of my cock, and it hasn't even penetrated you. That's the tip of it playing with your clit, and oh there it goes down your slit with sliding ease." He was so tempted to just jam it in her and fuck her silly, but he was going to obey his queen.

"OOhhhh, yes there you go, Malcom!" She arched her back and sucked her own juices off of his finger, then watched Cecille do the same. "Do it more at my clit, Malcom, and when I can't control my groans and buck against you, push it into me...."
She used one hand to pinch and roll at the nipple he didn't have, quite enjoying his telling her what he was doing out loud. She knew that it would benefit Cecille, for one, but it made her more anxious to have him inside her all on its own.
"Ooohhhh...." The first groan escaped her lips as he massaged and slapped her clit with his cock.

Malcolm

Malcolm smiled and continued with playing with her clit with his cock head. "There you like it my slut queen, you like being played with by someone other than your husband. Well maybe I will, maybe I won't. You will need to beg for it I think." He was rubbing along her clit harder with bother his cockhead and his fingers and thumb.

She smiled, and almost laughed, as he "threatened" her with the possibility of not following through on her commands. "Yes, you are right Malcom. I am a common slut, married to the king. The advantage, you see, lies in that if you do not do as I wish, I will simply claim to have been almost raped by you, and the king will have you decapitated. Or, worse." She smiled, her eyes closed, enjoying his motions.
She had known that his threats were empty; so were hers. But, knowing she had the power, and knowing that he had no way of being sure of the truth of her threats, she glowed as she awaited the inevitable rising heat inside of her.

Occasionally, the queen felt eyes on her, but brushed it off as being Cecille's glances and longings.

Malcolm

"Of course my queen." He kept teasing and playing with her clit and nipples. He was having fun with this, and he could feel her coming close. "Your almost there my queen, I can feel you starting to tremble, I'm going to plunge into you with vicious abandon in a few minutes." He looked at her in the eyes, watching for that one moment, the moment that she got lost in the lust, and couldn't handle herself anymore, and he could see that she was close. He bit down on her nipple slightly and tweaked her Clit with his fingers to just bring her over the edge.