[My apologies to you all for the delay... Real life work intruded for a considerable while. I really hope you think is has been worth the wait]

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"Come with me," she said her in haughtiest, sexiest voice. "We have a busy morning in front of us." You don't know the half of it, I told myself.

I dabbed her body with the towel, which gave her skin a warm, pink glow. She then dabbed my body with her tongue, which caused me to change colour as well. My discarded shift landed with an alarming chink which Deepthroat didn't seem to notice, thank goodness. The towel then landed on the floor as well, as the Princess wrestled me to the bed.

"Let me make you come," she said generously. I must have looked surprised at this offer, since Deepthroat raised one eyebrow as she pondered my expression, and then added: "Don't look so surprised - I can give as well as take. Besides, I have plans for this morning. It's going to be a wonderful day!"

With that joyous cry, the Princess dived between my legs, and fastened her mouth on my pussy.

I should have been delighted to have made love with such a skillful and intense partner, but my heart just wasn't in it. The Princess would be bound to want me to reciprocate, and I was already only too aware how quickly the morning could pass while romping in her bed. I still had an urgent situation to deal with next door, and I was sorely distracted.

The best way to solve the immediate problem occurred to me at once. I rolled the Princess over so that she was on her back, and dipped my head between her pale-skinned thighs. Her clitoris was already peering out of its hiding place, and as I wriggled my tongue against it, it became even more perky. Deepthroat was still sucking at my pussy, but I felt her head fall back to the sheets as I aroused her. Realising that she was close to coming, I attacked her stalk even more intensely, and I was rewarded by the sounds of her breathing become more and more ragged, and by the closing of her thighs around my ears.

"By all the Gods, Nina... just a moment longer... YES! Just there!! YES!! YESSSSS!!" The Princess arched her back, pressing her cunt even more firmly to my mouth, then her whole body shuddered as she was finally overwhelmed by her orgasm.

I pressed little kisses on her legs and belly as her excitement slowly subsided. By the time I had turned round, and kissed her nipples, she was starting to recover. Her hands reached out for me, but I managed to slip from the bed. I gathered up the fallen towel and - carefully! - my tunic. Deepthroat watched me through her dark-lashed eyes.

"You are very adept at making me come, Nina..." she purred. "I was very lucky that Grope appointed you as my new servant." Little did she know...

"Come back to bed. Wouldn't you like to come as well?"

My body was sending me messages that left little room for doubt as to how it felt. It took a huge amount of will-power to resist her sexy invitation, but I knew I didn't have time.

That thought provided me with inspiration. "Do we have time, mistress? I thought you had plans for the morning."

She pouted, but then - having considered matters - she decided to agree with me. "Perhaps you are right. I do need some time to prepare. I want to look completely ravishing!"

Well, I thought, just spread yourself the bed the way you are doing. That was more than enough of a turn-on for me!

"Just what are you doing this morning, mistress?"

"My lover is coming to visit me..." she replied, in a conspiratorial, low voice, slithering her feet across the sheets. I was about to remark that this hardly served as an identifiable description, when I realised at once who she meant.

"Lord Bator, my lady?"

"Good heavens, Nina... you've been here long enough to know that Bator is no nobleman. He's as common as you!"

"But I thought..."

"He comes and goes in the palace as he chooses because he is the court painter, the best we've ever had. He's also my lover, which allows him certain other freedoms." She giggled at her own joke. I laughed nervously as well.

"I've been trying to persuade father to give him some kind of title so that we could be married, but daddy has it in mind to find some royal prince to be my husband. He's hoping to make a deal that would allow Mammari to reclaim some of its former glory, even if that means sacrificing me to the bed of some decrepit old fool or wet-nosed child. Cardinal Synne is supposed to be bringing some prime candidates from the kingdoms of the Pudenda for me to choose between. Daddy says he will arrive tomorrow."

"Does that mean you'll have to give up Bator, my lady?" My heart was skipping every other beat.

"Don't be silly!" snapped Deepthroat. "Give up the most beautiful penis on the entire continent? Never. When I leave, I shall take Bator with me. I shall install him as court painter and Master of the Royal Bed in whatever Gods-forsaken hole I end up in."


She caught sight of my expression, which must have been quite desperate. Those few, brief moments of hope had been quite exhilarating. Now, I just felt quite miserable.

"Don't look so sad, Nina. I'll try to arrange to take you along as well. I"m not finished with you yet..." With those words, the Princess reached for the small blue bottle beside her bed, and beckoned me over towards her once more.

As I believe I've established, Princess Deepthroat's preferred method of preparing herself for a session of mind-blowing, steamy sex with the love of her life was to have mind-blowing steamy sex with - well - just about anyone she could lay her hands on. I took the bottle of perfumed oil, and rubbed it into every inch of her sumptuous flesh, lingering longest on her superb tits, her provocative buttocks and her deep, sensuous crevice. Wherever my hands explored, my tongue had already been. While I anointed her body with the scent, adding more than a little of my own body's fluids to the cocktail, she wriggled her finger along the length of my labia, pressing the tip against my clit. I opened my legs, and we pressed our bodies together, humping our crotches against each other in sapphic abandon.

The Princess came, as noisily as always. I was too tense to let go, although she excited me into a frenzy of need. We fell back on the bed side-by-side; she on her belly, me on my back, trying to recover our breath.

"You are such a lovely little slut, Nina," she giggled. "I"m so glad you became my body-servant." She stretched her languorous body out, running her hand across her sleek, oiled flesh. "Now, finish getting me ready. A little more of the oil, I think..."

I bent across her body to apply the extra balsam to the backs of her calves and thighs. She wriggled appreciatively when I worked my way higher up her legs. "What do you wish to wear for your... appointment, majesty?" I asked.

Deepthroat giggled loudly. "You'll find everything in that small box over there," she replied, indicating a small, intricate filigree box that sat on a table across the room. I slid from the bed, and padded across the floor to fetch it. When I lifted the lid, I discovered it contained nothing more than a small square of white silk, and four short, silken cords. I lifted them from the box. Deepthroat's ideas were glistening mischievously.

"Change the bed linen, quickly," she ordered, slipping from the rumpled sheets. She stood to one side while I lay knew silk sheets of the purest white on the bed, smoothing them out as she instructed until they were as flat as - well, until they were very flat. Living in Mamarri, I didn't have a frame of reference to compare them with.

Deepthroat sprinkled a little more of the oil onto the new sheets and pillows, and dabbed some more on her throat and nipples. After a moment's thought, she took a palm-full, and smeared it liberally between her already sodden legs. My knees felt quite shaky.

"By the way" she said, licking her luscious lips, "I haven't forgotten what I promised you." I looked up from my duties, curious.

"I promised I would find you a man who would introduce you to the delights of sex a derriere..." The reminder made me jump. Deepthroat was smiling, her mouth at once cruel and compelling generous. "The Duke of Tadgeri. He has a most splendid prick, quite a monster in length but not too thick. He spends a great deal of time here at the palace. I thought you and I might pay him a visit later..." She watched my face carefully, but I was too stunned to reply. My head became full of confused and dangerous fantasies. Deepthroat's smile widened.

"Now," she said. "Tie me to the bed."

She lay flat, trying to disturb the sheets as little as possible. She draped her arms towards the gold railed headboard, and I wound cords about each of her dainty wrists, and tied them to the bars. I did the same with her legs, tying her ankles to the bed legs. The cords were short enough that she had to keep her legs very widely spread indeed, and as I rose up, I could see that she was most lewdly displayed, her open crotch facing the door to her sitting room.

"Now the mask..." she breathed huskily. I fastened the small square around her eyes, blinding her. She sighed, and shivered from her toes to her eyelashes. Her nipples were quite erect, and there was already a small, dark stain on the sheet under her buttocks.

"How do I look?" she asked, feeling as I stepped from the bed.

"Stunning," I confessed, my voice catching in my throat. "When will Bator be here?"

Deepthroat's body quivered again. "Soon," she purred. "He's never late, and he knows that I have promised him something... unusual... for this morning. I have never left myself like this for him before, so completely vulnerable. But I want Bator to find me like this, open and ready for his pleasure. Once he has drunk in the perfume, he will be like a stallion. I shalln't be able to resist, whatever he demands of me!" The inappropriate thought came to me that Deepthroat wasn't the type to offer a lot of resistance anyway, but I kept such an uncharitable thought to myself. She was laughing, clearly anticipating the carnal delights to come. "You may go, Nina! I suggest you have some rest. Once I get you and Tadgeri together, you'll need it!"

"Y-yes, majesty," I stammered, bobbing a very abbreviated curtsy and sweeping my tunic from the floor. My hand rested briefly on the stolen vial. The vague plan I had already sketched out in my mind developed a little further.

Out in the sitting room, I tore the satin sheets I had taken from the bed, removing two small squares of material, slightly larger than the blindfold I had tied around Deepthroat's face. Then I moved silently through the two rooms, pinching out all the candles save those round the bed. After a last glance to ensure that I had left nothing behind, I skipped from the suite, closing the door quietly behind me.

My two new friends offered me broad, expectant grins. Every weapon about their persons was standing to attention. They looked quite disappointed when I swept rapidly past, through the door to Prince Glans' suite. I had spent longer with the Princess than I had hoped, and it was with some trepidation that I ran towards the Prince's bedroom.

***

As I entered the open doorway, my heart sank. I suppose it was quite naive of me to leave Virginia in charge of arranging for Prince Glans to lose his cherry in Vulva's embrace, but I couldn't have anticipated the scene that greeted me as returned. Vulva was sitting cross-legged at the end of the bed nearest the door, still fully dressed, wearing a most tearful expression. At the other end, Glans was sprawled across the pillows, his face a mask of guilty terror. Between the two, quite naked, Virginia was busy with her mouth glued to his cock, bobbing her hollow-cheeked head up and down as she sucked him. That girl!!

I bustled into the room as energetically as I could, bearing in mind that I was already quite exhausted from my endeavours. Virginia at least ashamed enough of being caught that she lifted her head from Glans' massive erection, although I noticed that she kept her fingers folded around it. Somehow that only magnified the size of the royal dong in my eyes, since there was as much cock showing above her grip as most men manage to reveal in full view.

"It isn't how you think," the brazen hussy said quickly, wiping some drool and precum from her lips. I was about to scold her, but a look at Glans and Vulva convinced me that there was more to this than met the eyes (in any case, my eyes were still fixed firmly on Glans hard cock, and I was just wondering if Virginia wouldn't mind trading places).

Suddenly, Vulva started to wail, and Glans' erection suddenly disappeared back into Virginia's fist like a serpent into a hole. The shock of seeing his erection fade so quickly made me feel quite desperate for them all, and I determined to rectify whatever problem had arisen.

Virginia supplied the answer: "It appears that Frigina and Grope have been working on Vulva just as hard as they've been working on Glans. She feels that fucking Glans would be a sin; she is also completely ignorant of the - um - mechanics. I thought that a practical demonstration..."

"Yes, yes," I sighed. I couldn't be that angry with Virginia, in the circumstances,since I had wanked Glans to orgasm not that long ago. I realised that I had made too many assumptions about Vulva's sexual knowledge, based on the fact that everyone else in the palace seemed to be at it all the time, and that I couldn't imagine anyone staying innocent for very long with Virginia for company.

"I have tried to get the two of them fucking," Virginia went on, and a slight flush came to her features. "But she's very tight down there and he has, well, such a fucking huge -"

"I know!" I hissed, and I drew Virginia off the bed so that we could continue the conversation without the others hearing. No sense terrifying them.

"Every time they try, she gets nervous and shrinks, and then she starts crying when he can't get his cock in her, and when she starts crying, he shrinks! I was just trying to take the situation in hand."

And in mouth, I thought, although I wasn't petty enough to say this out loud. My mind was racing; how could we get these two young virgins to abandon themselves to pleasure? I knew I couldn't leave the planning to Virginia, who was clearly so desperate for fucking herself that she was playing with my pussy and her own breasts while we talked, and yet given my own inexperience, I wasn't at all certain what I could suggest. My ignorance felt like such an obstacle, worse now than when I had played with the boys out in the town...

That was when it struck me. Freeing my pussy from Virginia's fingers, I went back over to the bed, where Vulva and Glans watched me with wide eyes.

"Do you two feel like playing a game?"

Glans' face lit up in relief. "What did you have in mind?" he asked.

"Let's play Horsey?" I suggested.

Now Vulva looked a little happier as well. She pulled damp strands of hair back from her cheeks and looked up at me with a suggestion of a smile on her face. "Golly, yes! I love riding! What do we have to do?"

There weren't many preparations to make. Glans was naked already, and he reacted quite well to the suggestion that he was going to be the horse, and that he had to guess which rider was on him, and when he did, he had to try really hard to throw her off. Glans laughed, saying that he thought this would be easy. He jumped from the bed, pulled on his robe, and used the sash to make a blindfold for himself. Moments later, he was lying on his back on the bed. His cock was stiffening like a flagpole. It took me several moments to pull my eyes away from it.

"What do I do?" brayed Vulva, and I noticed her eyes glued to the same spot as mine.

"Come here for a moment," I whispered, and in the same breath I reached into my tunic for the stolen vial of Deepthroat's perfume. "Wear a little of this."

Vulva's nose wrinkled as I removed the stopper, and she took in the musky scent.

"Gosh, that's rather strong," she giggled. "Reminds me of.."

"Never mind," I hissed. I handed her the stopper and told her to dab it on her skin. The young girl sniffed the perfume once, again, twisted her mouth in a most unappealing way, then touched the stopper lightly behind her ear. Virginia stepped a little closer, and drew in a long breath. At once her eyes widened.

"Gods," she said, "that smells like puss-"

"Be quiet," I snapped, shutting her off before she said to much. Or at least endeavouring to do the same; Virginia was like a race horse in full flight.

"In fact, I know whose pussy! That's Dee-"

"Delightful! Yes!!" I shouted loudly. Virginia looked at me as if I'd gone mad. I winked at her, and hoped she'd have the sense to play along with the game. She grinned, and took the delicate bottle from my hands.

"That's not the way," she insisted, and she stepped over quickly to Vulva's side, The silly girl was actually looking for her clothes (evidently she wasn't one to go riding bare-back). I managed to concoct the excuse that she should remain naked, since Virginia and I only had coarse servant's tunics, and it would be too easy for Glans to tell who was who by dress alone. Just to reinforce this rather desperate argument, I threw mine off at the same moment, and joined the other two in a naked huddle by the door.

To my horror, Virginia had tipped most of the vial over Vulva's chest, and was massaging the contents into the girl's breasts, giggling raucously. She stole a kiss and then leaned down to suck Vulva's stiffening nipples. My mouth fell open at the same moment as Vulva's, though for somewhat different reasons. Virginia had emptied almost a quarter of Deepthroat's scent onto Vulva's chest - the concoction Deepthroat had told me would bind any man to her!

There was nothing I could except to retrieve the vial from Virginia and hope I might retrieve the situation. I had to continue with my ill-prepared plan as best I could, and just hope that nothing would go wrong. In truth, I was very keen to see the outcome of this experiment. In any case, the wafting scent from Vulva's cleavage made more creative thinking impossible.

"I'll go first," I whispered. "Watch what I do."

Now, you may feel I was showing a little self-interest by getting a turn on this particular horse, but Glans was lying there with nothing on, a goofy smile and that amazing piece of manhood lying in a small crescent on his thigh. If he was going to provide Vulva with a proper ride, something would need to be done.

I crawled over the bed, watching the expression on Glans' mouth move from a silly grin to a circle of amazement to a slack-jawed gasp as he felt my breasts brush his legs and my hot breath on his balls. I tried to loosen the muscles of my mouth as I approached, knowing that the Prince would be a close fit if I could get him properly stimulated.

I heard Vulva utter the word "Golly!" as I licked Glans' huge cock along its underside, feeling the muscles tense and the organ begin to uncurl from the first touch. I tried to concentrate on the "game", working my lips up and down his shaft, but then that braying voice sounded again.

"That's not anything I'd care to do with any horse!" she guffawed, although there was a slight catch in her throat which suggested that she was imagining a certain stallion somewhere. With her quick wits, Virginia passed off my movements as "grooming" for the steed, and then there was a suspicious silence, punctuated only by some soft sighs. Virginia might have only one interest, but I suspected her instincts were leading her to help Vulva prepare for the ride of her life.

It took no time at all to get Glans up to his full and impressive size, by which time I was struggling to breath. I was sure my jaw was going to dislocate. No matter how big it became, Glans' cock just grew and grew the more I licked and sucked. I felt my tongue driven down into the floor of my mouth... and a frightening amount of meat pressed to the back of my throat. In my previous life in the tavern, I had had to chew hard and swallow on a great deal of gristle, but none of it had ever been attached to the live bullock before.
"Just what is the game?" asked Vulva, with a slight shiver in her voice.

"He has to guess who is riding him," whispered Virginia, once again managing to save the day with her wits, even if she wasn't bright enough to realise that since both she and Vulva had spoken, there could only be one mouth occupied.

Glans didn't speak, which either meant he wasn't minded to guess, or that he had other things on his mind. I slid my mouth off his cock and straddled him quickly, pulling my thighs wide apart and bracing myself as I lowered my hips. The boy's instincts told him to hold his cock in the right position, although frankly it was so stiff that it had nowhere else to go but up.

I bit my lip and took as much of him as I could in my pussy. When I looked down, I was still so far off the bed, it was like looking down from the ceiling; I had taken but a fraction of his cock inside me. I worked my lips - moistened by the deep fingering my pussy had received from Virginia - up and down over the head of his monstrous penis with the same care that I taken him between my other lips, feeling them stretched wide about him. I smeared his cock with my juices as far down as I could reach. A shudder passed through me, the merest forewarning of just how tempestuous a reaction I might have shown had I been able to stay there, but I knew I could not stay for long.

In any case, Glans chose that moment to murmur my name, and Vulva clapped her hands and shrieked her congratulations, as if the Prince had achieved some great feat of identification. Perhaps he had... for he had aroused something in me I could scarce identify myself, but which I knew I needed badly.

I was minded to ask Virginia to take her place in the saddle next (and I am sure she would have vaulted into place without hesitation), but Vulva was wide-eyed with eagerness, and I could not bring myself to keep the lovers from each other any longer.

Her beloved was erect and as lubricated as I had been able to make him, but I was unsure if Vulva could yet be ready to take her place on his thick pole. Of course, I was ignoring the obvious role Virginia had chosen to play, and Vulva had to lift herself off three of the maid's fingers, which slid from her wet cunt with an audible and liquid popping sound. The girl almost fell over in her brisk rush to the bed, and she drew open her mouth to "groom" the prince. Compared to my own dainty features, Vulva had a capacious mouth, and she stretched it around Glans' organ without difficulty, although she was quick to gag as it almost went down her throat as she pushed down.

"I once visited the land of the Centaurs," whispered Virginia, which seemed a curious remark until I recalled that the girl was unlikely to have seen much of the forest in those parts save when she was bent over a fallen tree trunk. She had a wistful look on her face, and I must admit, I formed the desire to travel a little more widely myself at the same time.

My breasts were still heaving from the short time I had spent in the saddle, and Virginia took advantage of my momentary lack of self-control to slip her fingers into my pussy, much as she had been fingering Vulva scant moments before. I clenched on the intruding digits with some desperation, and I didn't even demur when Virginia's thumb settled on my anus as if she intended for it to take up residence, but in truth I was most concerned to see that the young lovers on the bed consummated their union.

I need not have concerned myself. Following my lead, after but a moment with his hard cock in her mouth, Vulva leapt into place across his hips, pulling her pussy lips wide open and pushing her young cunt down with considerable determination. I allowed myself a brief smile of triumph, but then Vulva seemed to freeze in place, her young body barely astride Glans' thick penis. There was a strange look of puzzlement on the prince's face.

"She's still a maid," giggled Virginia, knowingly. I had only the vaguest idea of what this meant in terms of the breaching of her gates, but to my mind there was the greater threat that Glans had caught the scent of Deepthroat's erotic elixir.

"Pinch his nose closed!" I squealed to Vulva. Both she and Virginia turned to look at me as if I were mad (and in some ways, they were quite right to do so!), but Vulva was determined to play the game to the finish, and she clamped Glans' fine noble nose shut with her dainty fingers, and at once he came to his senses - or lost what little sense he had completely, depending on his point of view - and with a might thrust upwards of his hips, he impaled Vulva on the precious object of her desire.

She screamed but once as he burst through the gates of her virginity, but then she could scarcely draw breath as he began to buck underneath her like a crazed bullock. When she did open her mouth, it was only to cry out "Oh, horsey!" or to sob with pleasure.

I had drawn a breath myself for several moments, but I let out a long sigh once Vulva was impaled to the hilt, and thrashing up and down on Glans' cock as if she was taking a thoroughbred to a great victory. With one hand on his chest, and the other clamping his nostrils closed, she gripped her mount with knees and ankles, and galloped with him towards the finish. "Oh, Glans!" she wailed. Luckily, he did not risk the game coming to a premature end by speaking her name in return, although I had no fear that Vulva would dismount him in a hurry. Whatever else was on either of their minds right then, I strongly suspected it had nothing to do with my childish ruse about Glans guessing whose pussy he was filling. Vulva's eyes opened wide, and her mouth too. She mewed desperately.

My eyes and mouth opened a little wider too, just at the moment, as Virginia's thumb moved in. The sound I uttered was one of total relief.

Vulva bucked up and down furiously, and I watched Glans' whole body go rigid. Virginia purred jealously into my ear, and worked her hand deeply into my body. It was intensely distracting, and yet part of me knew that there was one small flaw in my plan, something I needed to deal with very soon. It was just so hard to think when what I really needed to was force my hips down on Virginia's thumb and fingers. Luckily, the maid provided the answer herself.

"Is it a problem if he knocks her up?" she asked.

Oh, dear... that cursed ignorance of mine. Through working with Tumescence and the manuscripts, I had learned that sex could lead to pregnancy could lead to babies, but despite the facts of life being in my head, I really hadn't grasped them at all. My rather silly plan to get Glans and Vulva together would work all together too well if he (to use Virginia's term) Ôknocked her up'.

"How do we prevent that?" I hissed to Virginia against the backdrop of growing moans and sighs from the bed.

Virginia seemed quite surprised at my question. "There are ways," she giggled. "Tumescence brews a potion that many of the women here at the palace use. I have some in my chambers." I nodded, though I suspected that there was no time for her to run and fetch it. "Or one has to use more basic methods," the maid continued, with a catch in her voice that suggested she was remembering each method in elaborate detail. She didn't elaborate, and from the sounds coming from the bed, there wasn't going to be time for her to explain things to me in any greater detail. In any case, my mind was starting to wander as she stroked her fingers and thumb ever deeper in my gushing body. I was left with only one recourse.

"Do something!" I begged. After a few seconds, I came to realise that Virginia hadn't entirely understood what I was pleading for, since she was now kneeling at my feel licking feverishly at my swollen clit.

"No!" I mewed. "Not that; do something to stop Vulva being pregnant!"

Virginia giggled and at that self-same moment, Glans let out a long moan, crying out Vulva's name. It was just the cue that the slutty maid needed.

"Well done! You guessed correctly again!" she cried, and rushing to the bed, she seized Vulva by the shoulders and dragged her off the length of the prince's glistening weapon. There was an audible pop. "Now, it's my turn..." she murmured.

I stood there watching with my mouth wide open, not at all sure this was the solution to any of our problems. What if Glans refused the change of partner (well, of course, I would not ask such a foolish question now); what if Vulva became jealous? Perhaps, more than anything at that point, I asked myself, who was going to make me cum? My pussy and anus were twitching with the memory of Virginia's fingers, and I was caressing my breasts restlessly with both hands.

Of the former problems, I need have had no great worry. Vulva wasn't put out by her sudden replacement at all. Instead, after lying back on the bed breathing heavily for a little while, she fell behind Virginia, perched on her hands and knees, and I heard her whimper "Golly!" and "Super!" before her mouth was stifled by her efforts to fill it with as much of Glans' cock and Virginia's pussy as she could manage.

As for Glans, his heavy cock slid up Virginia's open quim with gusto, the maid spreading her thighs and settling down on the great engine with her usual appetite. Soon the pair of them were thrashing together on the bed. For someone who had been virgin but a short while before, Glans had caught on pretty quickly. He took hold of Virginia's hips to steady her as the maid bounced energetically up and down on his proud dong. She placed her hands on his hard, flat stomach as she rode him vigorously, encouraging him with little endearments like "Fuck me harder, my Prince" and "What a fabulous cock!!" His tongue was hanging out.

The three of them were a maelstrom of fucking, and Glans in particular was bucking wildly. I saw the look on his face and recognised it clearly from our earlier tryst. I knew he was going to cum. It occurred to me - slowly, through the hot fog of my own heady arousal - that I still had no idea what Virginia's plan might be, unless it was simply to exchange the risk of her own pregnancy for that of Vulva's.

At that moment, I watched Virginia lift her self up, and take his cock in her hand. She shuffled fractionally forward, then sat back down again. Glans gave a wild, strangled yelp and I heard Vulva utter an extremely deep, sobbing cry against the bodies in front of her. Standing on tiptoe, I managed to get a glimpse of Virginia's chosen form of birth control. She had removed his cock from her sopping pussy, but she had speared herself even more thoroughly. She moved more deliberately, carefully, but rode him just as thoroughly as before, the pace increasing moment by moment.

It didn't take more than a few moments longer for the inevitable to occur. Glans arched his back and gave out a mighty roar; Vulva, who was fingering her own pussy with abandon, squealed and then stifled her mouth with a last bout of frenzied tonguing, at which point she and Virginia both moaned loudly and threw back their heads in ecstasy. Glans' huge organ quivered and jumped, and then he moaned once more, louder than ever, and Virginia pressed her widely stretched little arse back down tight on his thick meat once more, and I watched her face as she felt him spill his seed deep in her back passage.

And what of poor Nina? You might well ask. At the moment when the trio stiffened as one, each driving the other two to greater and greater bliss, and receiving twice as much pleasure in return, I mewed painfully and slipped from the room. I had never been so frustrated. In showing Glans and Vulva how they might enjoy each other (and her slutty maid too!), I had realised only too clearly that I was missing out on too much. I had to do something about that soon. But first, as ever, I had other matters to attend to.

***

Running back to Deepthroat's chambers (although it was hard to run when I was clenching my thighs tightly together), I let myself in through the doors, as quietly as I could. It felt that I had been gone for only a few moments, but - as ever - things had moved on since my departure.

My heart quivered as I looked across the princess' bedroom from the doorway. More than that, there was a deep chasm in my stomach, an emptiness I could not explain or understand. The fear inside me was unformed, but I suppose, in my heart, I dreaded that Bator might have withstood the effects of the perfume in some way, or that somehow the couple would have contrived an escape from its vapour, much as I had instructed Vulva to do.

I peered around the frame of the open inner door, and my heart missed several beats at what I saw there. The princess was much as I had left her, spread-eagled on her bed, tied to its four corners by the silken cords. Her nakedness was brazenly displayed, her open pussy flushed pink with lust. She was writhing a little, her ankles and wrists straining against the ties that held her fast. Her face was just a little red.

"Bator?" she called out, harshly, sounding extremely displeased. "Are you there? What are you doing? I can tell you are there, you oaf; I can hear you breathing. What is it? Why aren't you fucking me? Are you there?"

Oh, he was there, all right, and after that first brief glance at my employer, I could not take my eyes off him. He was standing at the foot of the bed, facing the princess (which meant I could stare at him forlornly while he could not see me). His smooth but muscular back was straight, his head erect ( wasn't able to see if that applied elsewhere to his anatomy). His russet hair spilled down across his shoulders like a river, gleaming of copper and bronze where it caught the light from the single group of candles illuminating the room.

He was quite naked, and his pale skin gleamed like moonlight, etched with shadows where the light played across the corded muscles of his thighs, back and shoulders. His hands lay at his sides, slender fingers open and closing, as if he was wrestling desperately with some decision.

He was looking down at the divinely beautiful princess. I could not see his face, but it was clear from his posture that he did not look away from her for a moment. Was he savouring the vision before slaking his lust on her body? Was he as enraptured with her as she had planned, despite all my efforts?

"Bator, my love," Deepthroat purred, her voice taking on a different note, as she substituted enticement for insistence. "Are you teasing me? I know you want me... and look - I am completely helpless, yours to do with as you choose."

Deepthroat, whether tied, chained, walled up in a dungeon or buried under a mountain would never be helpless. No, it was I who felt powerless and alone, and when Bator shuffled forward, and rested one knee on the bed, I knew she had captivated him, despite the trading of the perfumes. How could it be otherwise (and I am not wanting to sound as if I had already learned that men are not capable of restraint when faced with a naked princess tied to her bed)? On the other hand, I had seen how it had been possible for Glans to fuck the true object of his desire despite the olfactory trick played on him. Was that what was happening here? Was Bator resisting my trickery, and following his heart and his cock as he crawled between Deepthroat's wide-open thighs?

I span away from the arch of the door, biting my knuckles in frustration. I was desperate, and my helplessness only made me more rash. I had to find a way to lure Bator from the princess' bedroom - I had to!

I fled from the chambers, and stood outside in the hall, naked as the day, biting my lip and fighting for an idea. Could Virginia help me, I wondered - then dismissed the idea. I had instructed her to keep Glans and his beloved together, no matter what, and in any case I suspected that even her gargantuan lusts would have been sated by what she had just enjoyed.

At that moment, I felt a hand upon my shoulder, and I started so much my breasts flew up and down wildly. They were still rising and falling like heavy waves when I turned to come face to face with the two guards, who had mistaken my pause at the door as some indication that I was on the point of offering them a second bargain. At the sight of my heaving bosom, they both clutched their weapons, clearly ready to do combat once again.

"Are you all right, miss?" croaked one of them - the First, as I must name him.

I have to confess that I didn't know what to answer at first, my mind was in such a fever. And it wasn't just that these two fine specimens of manhood were saluting me so evidently, although I will own to having flashbacks to having been with the First on the balcony, brief and non-climactic though that had been.

You will also recall, assuming that you have been able to follow the events of that frantic morning, that I had promised to deal with the Second after I had performed my duties for the Prince. At the same time as the First was laying his solicitous hand upon my shoulder, the Second was looking at me pleadingly, I had rather tormented him by running naked backwards and forwards between the rooms of my Lady and her brother - in fact, his head was making circular movements, as if he was still following the gyrations of my boobs. On each of my previous passages across the passage, he had opened his mouth to ask if this was the time, only to see me disappear behind a closed door. This time I had nowhere to go. And, glancing down, I could see that he was primed and ready to complete our bargain. Come to that, when I glanced at the First, it was quite evident that he was ready to become the Third too.

For one brief moment, I considered asking the two guards to remain here, and to make some noise in the passage now and then, something that might disturb Deepthroat, or put Bator off his stroke, but I recalled that she was tied and he entranced, and in any case there was such a mute look of pleading in the Second's eyes, I felt honour bound to give up my honour.

I shrugged, and beckoned to the Second to follow me, and set off to find the balcony on which I had been with his comrade. I was somewhat bemused when the said comrade tagged along as well, which seemed to me to leave the Princess unguarded... and in a most vulnerable state, as I could testify. It was no consolation to know that she was with Bator.

My confused state was not assisted by the difficulties which then ensued, in which a woman and two armoured guards attempted to have sex on a small balcony, high up and over-looking the stables, smithy and yards at the back of the Palace. I thought having sex with one guard had been a little loud - not the screams, just the clattering of metal - but it was as nothing compared to the clamour that followed when they both attempted to fuck me at once.

The Second propped my curvy buttocks on the rail of the balcony and stood before me. His was a slender, curved tool, and it slid into my pussy quite easily; I was, after all, still exceedingly moist after all I had seen and endured that morning already. With his fleshy weapon in my pussy and his more professional weapon slapping against my thigh, he started at a regular pace and just kept going.

What tipped the balance of the situation - almost literally - was the fact that the First, in his haste to be the Third, demanded to be equal Second. By which I mean that as soon as the one fellow was sheathed inside me, the other started a perilous ascent up his comrade's back, one foot on the rail at my side, the other on a metal hook (by no means sturdy) in the wall, used to hold back the drapes that closed the balcony from the night air. Poised thus, he leaned over the other's back, and with my head tilted to one side, I was just about to get his stubby lance into my mouth.

Thus did we complete our bargain. I would suggest that the cock in my mouth stifled my moans of pleasure, but that presupposes that there were any, or that the blunt cock possessed by the First could have stifled anything. Oh, such a disappointment. When I had first seen these two at attention, I had imagined what it would be like when they were fully erect, little realising that all that they had was already on display. Oh, they went about claiming their prize with vigour, sure enough, but my thoughts drifted to my deflowering on the floor of my Master's Library, and this did not compare at all.
Thus, the only cries were those of four males. The first two, you can imagine, were my companions, who succumbed to the embrace of my vagina and mouth rapidly. They spurted copiously, which was in some manner satisfying, and left me both sodden and breathless. The third cry came from the smithy below, and I knew at once that I owed the smith some recompense for the damage I was repeatedly causing him, no matter how inadvertently. On this occasion, as I imagined it, he had seen me fellating what must have appeared from his angle of view to be an eight foot tall giant.

The last cry was one of some outrage and ire, delivered in a deep and thunderous voice, and it came from behind the two guards. In fact, there might have been some noise from that direction before, though I heard nothing over the frantic huffing and puffing of my companions, and the percussion of their armour against the balcony rail. We three heard the new arrival at the same moment, which caused much hurried disengagement, and which almost precipitated the top half of the eight-foot-tall giant to topple over the balcony's edge. What would the smith have mad of that?

"What is the meaning of this?" bawled the man in the archway.

I almost replied that it had no real meaning, that it was just a fumbled fuck between a servant girl and two guards, although there was some manner of indebtedness being repaid, but fortunately such ramblings never got beyond the first gasp. A mouthful of cum is a wondrous thing, in more ways than one.

"Explain yourselves at once!" the man thundered once more. The First/Third attempted to do so, although his face was pale with both exertion and the shock of almost having plunged to a greater death immediately after the little one. I took that moment to ask the Second who was causing such a fuss.

"Have you not seen him about the Palace?" the guard whispered sickly. "T'is the Palatine of Mammari, Bearer of the Staff, his excellency the Duke of Tadgeri!"

***

I must digress from my narrative of that fevered day's activities for just a moment. Bear with me; it will all make sense presently.

At the beginning of my tale, I told you that all that remained of the Kingdom of Mammari by the time I came into the world was the capital, the city of Mammari. I also told you that the King, the Magnificent Harrdon, and his family owned just about everything that was left of the Kingdom, and that almost anyone of consequence lived in and was dependent on the Palace. I need now to expand on that account somewhat. I know some of you are only interested in the accounts of thrusting cocks and liquid pussies, but this other stuff is important and you'll thank me for it, eventually.

On the first point, so to speak, the City of Mammari was situated on twin hills, either side of the caravan trail from Cunnigularis. These twin peaks are known after the birds which nest upon their summits. I've heard tales that some men gave individual names to the hills, but we common people just call them the Left and Right Buzzards. I have often thought what a shame it is that it wasn't a nice pair of tits who had been founding nesting there.

No matter. The Buzzards are full mounds, rising above the valley between. The Palace occupies almost all of the Right, with grounds that extend across the valley and over the Left as well.

Two of the few features on the mounds which are not owned by the Crown are the small shrines known as the Nippoli, a pair of religious sites where men have worshipped and called out to the Gods since the beginning of time. Cardinal Synne was known to spend a great deal of time bowed down before them.

The exact geography does not matter. However, we now come to my further explanation of the second point, namely that the Royal Family owned almost all the land and property of Mammari, as indeed they do. The Tadgers own almost all of what is left after the Royal almost all, which isn't much, but which makes them easily the second most important family in Mammari. Well, let's be honest, it makes them the only other important family. If anyone has ever taken the time to work out who is the third richest family, it can only have been through extensive stock-taking of turnips.

The Tadgers recognised long ago that the only likely source of prosperity in Mammari was the road from Cunnigularis. The Elves are great traders and travellers, and they need places to stay and rest. These, the Tadgeri of long ago realised, would have to be along the road, in the valley between Mammari's mounds. The third Duke Tadgeri, John Thomas, is said to have remarked that if only a Tadger could get in between the mounds, then true happiness would follow. And so it proved.

The current Duke, Hampton, was the biggest Tadger yet, with extensive holdings, and he spent a lot of time between the Buzzards (or Tits... yes, I really do think a change of name would be a good idea). As the second (or only other) richest man in Mammari, he had a position of some power in the country, where he was known as a thrusting businessman, nobleman and otherwise typical bastard.

How had he managed to keep this wealth, you ask, when everyone else in Mammari was so poor? Well, partly it was because the Tadgers weren't a wholly native family. They were, in fact, of mixed race - some said that Hampton's grand-father was a Centaur, his maternal grand-father a Satyr and some female ancestor a Werewolf. What was more certain was that he was hung like a horse, as horny as a goat, and that he was a real son of a bitch.

I didn't know all this at the time of our meeting, of course, but it makes sense to explain all this to you now. The simple truth is that Duke Tadgeri had a lot of spunk, and liked to spread it around; he was ambitious for further advancement, and that meant penetrating the Royal Family in some way. You'll see all this for yourself shortly.

As for the man himself, what did I see when I peered around the quivering flanks of Guards First/Third and Second? Tadgeri was a handsome man, in a rather obvious and crude way, He was tall, and had probably been quite athletic in his younger years, though now that he was passed his fortieth year, he looked a little heavy. His face was still lean, and framed and lined everywhere by jet-black hair. It was scraped back from his brow and hung in a ponytail from the back of his head, it formed two arches across his eyes, it flowered in a bushy moustache beneath his pronounced and aquiline nose, and was trimmed neatly into a small V-shaped beard upon his jutting chin. I shall jump ahead of myself here and mention also that Hampton Tadgeri was covered in more black hair in other places. Undressed, and from certain angles and in a subdued light, he might have passed for some kind of wild beast. In fact, he soon impressed me as being just that.

His eyes were a vivid blue, his mouth thin-lipped and filled with gleaming, even teeth. He was dressed in a black silk short, slashed at the arms and shoulders and open to the chest (more hair there) and in broad jet pantaloons threaded with silver and stitched with pearls. He wore a heavy silver signet ring on his right pink, and heavy silver jewellery about his neck and wrist. One ear was pierced by a single drop pearl earring.

Did he believe himself handsome? What do you think?

His voice was low, and rumbled like tumbling stones. He growled at the three of us, and gestured that we should step back into the hall.

This was the first time he managed to get a good look at me, and at once his heavy black brows lifted and his eyes widened, glittering like sapphires. They fixed upon my chest, clearly concerned by my heavy breathing, for they followed the rise and fall of my nipples avidly. The two guards, clearly grateful to be free of his baleful glare, scampered off up the hall, their loosened armour straps slapping against their skin, shedding pieces of equipment as they fled.

Tadgeri growled again, and his mouth opened in an appreciative grin. He smoothed out the length of his bushy moustache, and leaned closer to me, so close that I could smell his breath, which bore the scent of mint.

"Well, well," he rumbled, grave despite the smile. "And who are you?"

"My name is Nina, my lord, and I am -"

"Nina! Ah! I have heard tell of you. How fortuitous it is that we meet. Princess Deepthroat suggested that you would make a most delightful companion."

I seized upon this fact at once, my mind racing.

"Indeed, sir; at her behest I was coming to find you."

"I thought I heard someone coming," Tadgeri sneered in reply.

"It wasn't me, sir," I whimpered. "I'm really very quiet normally."

Tadgeri snorted, and did that strange and deeply unattractive preening gesture with his moustache once more. He nodded his head towards the opening in the wall.

"You have a curious way of looking for someone you seek, Nina."

"My apologies, my Lord, but the Princess had not yet instructed me in how to find you."

"I am sure she would not have suggested fucking two soldiers on the balcony," Tadgeri commented, with a smug superiority.

"I am certain she might," I riposted. "And it worked."

There was a moment when the fire in Tadgeri's eyes became quite threatening, and I realised then that this was not a man to trifle with. He was standing so close to me, I could feel the warmth coming off his body. His scent was almost over-powering. My knees felt quite weak.

"The Princess has spoken most highly of you," Tadgeri continued in a low voice. "She says you are quite a slut." Yes, well, from Deepthroat that would qualify as high praise. I lowered my eyes demurely. "Ah, yes," Tadgeri continued, "but a slut lacking in certain experiences."

I swallowed hard, remembering what the Princess had said about the Duke, and what promises she had undoubtedly made on my behalf. The story she told me about her deflowering by Rodgeri came back into my mind, and the image left me breathless.

"In fact, I was just coming to visit the Princess, to see what time she was considering for our little tryst."

I managed to regain my concentration, somewhat, and met his crystal gaze with my own. My mind was whirling, and this new opportunity seemed my one chance to redeem the situation I had left behind.

"That is why I was sent to find you, my Lord," I stammered rapidly. "My Lady was hoping that we could - that she might - oh, I was sent to see if you would be free now."

Those bushy eyebrows arched upwards.

"Now, eh? Well, I like a fuck in the early morning as much as the next man. How about you, Nina - think you're ready to start the day with a bang?"

It was a rather disingenuous question, since he already knew I had started the day with a clatter on the balcony. Of course, he didn't realise that wasn't even the start of my day. I felt something dribble on the inside of my thigh, and shivered.

"Would you follow me, my Lord?" I asked. That was a foolish question, since Tadgeri was quite happy to walk behind me along the hall, his eyes glued to my tight, pert, flexing arse as I led the way back towards Deepthroat's chambers. I stumbled, and had to catch my breath and my balance, thinking about what he was thinking about. If I didn't somehow manage to get my plan on track, it really was going to be a pain in the arse,

I had a great deal to engineer. Somehow I had to get Bator out of Deepthroat... then out of her chambers, and then Tadgeri in. Somehow I then had to escape myself, which would be difficult since Tadgeri was only here because Deepthroat had promised him my body, a fact he extolled as we walked along the hall.

"It has been a while since the Princess has shown me any favour, you know. Since she took up with that dauber -" he spoke the term with some disgust "- she hasn't had time for any of her other lovers."

I made no comment.

"So you can imagine how delighted I was when she spoke to me about you. She is quite the voyeur, and she was most animated when she told me that you were still possessed of your cherry au derriere." Just a few days before, as you know, I might have wondered if this was some kind of flavoured mineral water from the fabled Isle of Erin, but I had learned a lot recently, and in any case there was something in the way Tadgeri spoke which suggested nothing else but his designs upon my last maidenhead. My cheeks flushed. And those on my face were red already.

Tadgeri then made some reference to the hope that watching him fuck me would arouse such passions in the Princess that he would be able to enjoy her too, and again, there was something in the tone of that deep voice which suggested considerable passion in that direction. At least, I thought, if I could just find a way to get him and Deepthroat together, there would be no problems from his corner. It was good to know that my plan was not wholly doomed.

There were immediate obstacles, but the first was one I truly hadn't expected. Virginia slipped out of Prince Glans' chambers, and came towards us along the hall, carrying a small bundle of clothing that I recognised as my own. She was partially dressed herself,. though her breasts were bare, of course, and I could see her flushed face and hardened nipples as evidence of her pleasure.

Her face brightened as she saw me, and positively beamed when she saw Tadgeri. Was that a smile of recognition I saw there?

"I thought it was best to leave them to it," she said. "Glans is fit for naught but a few hours sleep, and she -"

"Sssssh!" I insisted, discouragingly, aware that Tadgeri was almost certainly in earshot. "Are those my clothes?"

"Yes," Virginia grinned, looking first at me, and then at my follower. "I thought you might need them. But then again, perhaps not."

I grabbed the bundle from her hands with a glare of disapproval. Even the two guards along the hall were snickering at her remarks, which I thought was a bit rich. I felt through my skimpy tunic, searching for the consolation of the small bottle I hoped was still hidden there, but to my disappointment and anguish, nothing. Virginia realised at once what I was doing.

"Oh, sorry. That little bottle thing in there got broken. I hope it wasn't important. Actually, it made your clothes smell."

She seemed to tighten her thighs together involuntarily, as if the memory of that scent was awakening the glow of lust in her body. Frankly, with Virginia, the smell of goat cheese probably got her ready for cock. It was quite disturbing to watch her licking her lips at the sight of Tadgeri.

I sniffed the bundle (if such a small amount of cloth could ever be considered a bundle) cautiously, and it was as I feared, the tunic was saturated with all that remained of Deepthroat's perfume. It was so intoxicating that the image of her face, twisted and bright as she orgasmed, flashed into my mind, and I felt my pussy juices running.

I turned to face Tadgeri, and with my throat tightening I managed to rasp out that I would see if my mistress was ready. As I went to the doors, the guards made a weary effort to block my path, clearly under general orders to prevent entrance when Deepthroat was entertaining, but it must have occurred to them to be ridiculous to include me in such a ban, when I had been in and out of the room all morning, and they had been in and out of me.

I scampered through the first chamber to the inner door, peering once more into the inner chamber. The Princess was as I had seen her last (well, she wasn't going anywhere), but to my amazement there was no sign of Bator. Steeling myself, I crept towards the bed.

"Princess?"

"Nina? What are you doing here?"

"I - that is -"

"Never mind. Something is amiss; the elixir isn't working. Every time Bator gets close to me, he seems to hesitate, as if there is something else on his mind. And now he claims he is taking a bath to make himself more desirable for me! What more does he think I desire? Does he think I would allow myself to be trussed up like this for just anyone?"

He might not, but some others would. I kept this thought unspoken.

"I need more of the perfume. That old fool Tumescence must have made this batch weaker. Can you smell my scent, Nina?"

"Oh yes, mistress," I whimpered, putting the bundle of my clothes on the foot of the bed.

"Well get some more, and hurry."

"My lady," I interjected, "might it not just be that Bator feels a little worried about this situation, about finding you here, naked and tied?"

"I would have thought it was every man's dream!" she snapped back. "Just put some more perfume on me, and hurry, before he gets back."

I found a small cup of water on her bedside table, and let her feel a few droplets on her back. She twitched her hips urgently.

"Perhaps a pillow under your hips?" I asked, and after the Princess had snapped her agreement I slid my costume under her buttocks. It didn't raise her hips at all, but as she wriggled on the cloth, the vapours of her musk filled the room. I had to step back quickly, or I would have found it impossible to keep my mouth from the pink folds of her pussy.

"Now go!" she hissed.

Before departing, I listened at the bathroom door, and heard water moving slowly. Convinced that I had a few more moments, I skipped from the bedroom and back to the outer door.

In retrospect, leaving Virginia and Tadgeri together in the hall had been a mistake, but I had had too many other things on my mind at the time. A howl of disbelief left my lips as I found them just outside the door, on the other side of the passage. He was propped with his shoulders back against the wall, and she was on her knees in front of him, sucking noisily, and gagging every now and then. Her slave's costume, a two-piece variant of my own, lay discarded on the floor. I grabbed the garments, wondering why Virginia even went through the pretence of getting dressed.

The two guards were looking at the swaying of her pert buttocks where they rested on her heels, and Tadgeri's eyes were rolling under the bushy eyebrows. I managed to catch his glance.

"I shall be ready in a moment."

"As shall I!" he gurgled.

"Just come straight to the bedroom!" I snapped.

I closed the door again, and tiptoed rapidly back to the bathroom. The sounds of water had ceased. I mewled slightly, and tripped back into the first room, putting out all the lights. Other than the muted glow from the bedroom, all was darkness. I hid behind the door.

Tadgeri arrived just a few moments later, light spilling in from the hall as he entered the shadowy outer chamber of Deepthroat's quarters. As the door closed, and the darkness cloaked the room once more, I watched him grope along the wall towards the lighted archway of the bedroom door. He stood framed within the portal, his eyes tightening as the sable blackness gave way to the amber hue from the candles, and I watched his whole body stiffen as he saw the naked creature before him on the bed. I slipped up behind him.

"Princess?" he gasped.

"Sssh!" I commanded, trying to make that sound as royal a sound as possible. With a quick movement, before he could turn, I slipped the top part of Virginia's costume over his eyes, forging a blindfold as best I could from the skimpy garment, and breaking the flimsy shoulder straps to use as ties.

"What is th-?" he began, and I shushed him again, before taking his shoulders in my hands and guiding him uncertainly to the bed. I made him kneel at the foot of the bed, and guided his head between the Princess' legs.

"At last!" she wailed.

And in that same moment, Tadgeri was overwhelmed by her scent, and his threw himself forward to close his mouth eagerly on her pussy.

"Oh yes!!" she screamed, and the bed shifted as she twisted and pulled against the binds. I stood to one side, my fist in my mouth, biting my knuckles as I watched the Duke's sinuous tongue wiggling deeply into Deepthroat's open pussy. The Princess was writhing on the bed, and clamped her thighs around his ears, forcing her hips against his face.
"Oh, Bator!" she screamed.

"Yes?" came a voice at my side.

I briefly saw Deepthroat's finely-plucked brows knot into a puzzled frown, and to see her lips begin to phrase a question, but then I shot my head to the side to catch the fine, handsome features of Bator, who was looking confused and somewhat perturbed at the scene before him. My eyes lingered on him for some time (I swear) and only slowly took in the fact that he was quite naked.

"Are you there?" I heard Deepthroat call out, and I turned to see her relaxing the grip of her pale thighs for a moment.

"No, are you?" came Tadgeri's reply, intimate and somewhat muffled and distorted by the extension of his tongue. Deepthroat clamped her thighs tight shut again and uttered a long moan. For this brief time, I hoped, we would not be overheard.

I reached out and took Bator's hand, and drew him closer to me. He was startled once more; I suspect I had inadvertently placed myself in one of the darker corners of the room, sheltered from the flickering light of the candles by a tall cabinet which housed Deepthroat's most formal gowns.

"What is -?" Bator began, in a hoarse whisper, but since I really didn't feel able to tell him what was going on, I took his face between my hands and kissed him deeply. My heart was hammering with anxiety, and I had some cause to fear his reaction, but instead he drew my body against his with his broad arms, and his tongue roamed freely in my mouth. I moaned against his warm lips.

When I released him, he seemed to realise that we needed to speak with greater circumspection. He cast another confused glance at the Princess, who was writhing under the assault of Tadgeri's tongue, and calling out his name - Bator's, that is. A smile crossed the artist's handsome face.

"By all the Gods, I'm good," he hissed, and then smiled.

"We should leave," I told him, and took his hand to lead him from the room. Deepthroat was straining hard against her bonds, screaming Bator's name, but she was gripping Tadgeri so tightly that he was quite deafened. I could see the skin on her legs becoming even paler where she had cut off all the blood lower down. Tadgeri was unfastening his pantaloons.

I didn't like to think about what would happen when he was able to hear again, and discovered that his amour was not the simple serving wench he had been promised, but the Princess of Mammari, and that she was screaming another man's name. In fact, it occurred to me only then that I really hadn't thought about this possibility at all. I decided it was time to flee from whatever reckoning awaited me.

In the darkened outer chamber, Bator pulled me against his broad (naked) chest, and kissed me again. I almost swooned. His hard cock was brushing against my belly, growing all the while. I had to fight with all my strength to push him back from me, and that fight started with me having to find the willpower to push at all. I also had to fight twice more in the short journey from the inner bedroom door to the chamber exit; Bator was tenacious in his passion for me.

I was confessing whether to let him have his way with me on the floor by the door, when I heard a harsh voice from outside, berating the guards for their slovenly dress and sloppy demeanour. Titania! What was she doing here?

Bator was looking at me dreamily, his thick erection swaying in the narrow space between us. He reached for me again, unaware of any danger.

"This way!" I hissed, and I led him back the way we had come, through the bedroom and into the bath chamber. As we passed through, I noticed that Tadgeri was lifting his mouth from my Lady's sodden quim, licking his lips as he tasted her. His lips, chin and moustache were dripping with her nectar.

Deepthroat was lying back, flushed and glowing with perspiration, her thighs and pussy pink and gleaming wet. Her breasts were heaving as she fought to recover her breath. Tadgeri stood slowly, dropping his unfastened pantaloons. His cock stood out, a long, curved scimitar of flesh and muscle. A deep growl left his throat, and he opened his mouth to speak. A squeak of horror jumped from my throat, as I realised that his heavy, stone-cutting voice would instantly give away his identity, and with a speed and agility I scarce knew I had, I jumped across the space between us, grabbed Virginia's skirt and stuffed it into his mouth. I feel sure he was about to protest, even though he was almost drowning in the scent of Deepthroat's perfume, but I put my knee in the small of his back, pushed his hips forward, and his long, slender penis slid easily into Deepthroat's cunt.

"Oh, by all the Gods, YES!" she screamed, her legs attempting to fold around him reflexively, but held tight by the cords. Tadgeri let out a roar like a charging bull, and started to piston his cock in and out of her willing pussy at a great pace. They both uttered a string of incomprehensible cries and sobs in time to the vigorous rhythm of their fucking, which gave me some home that they might not expose their identities just yet.

I pushed Bator towards the bathroom, fearful that at any moment Titania might come into the room and expose my foolish and impetuous plan. On the way, I seized the vial that contained the perfume I had manufactured, and which lay daubed on Deepthroat's body, though which was now swamped by the powerful aroma of her sex coming from the tunic under her arse. I closed the bathroom door and leaned back against it, as if I could keep the forthcoming storm at bay with my feminine frame.

"I don't understand what is going on..." Bator muttered, his head resting on one hand, his copper coils streaming over his shoulders, damp at the ends. His skin was gleaming and fresh.

I didn't know where to begin the explanation. For one thing, Bator looked confused and exhausted, as if waking from fitful sleep in a room he didn't recognise. He lifted his head, and looked at me, and there was something in his eyes, something intimate, something personal.

"I was dreaming..." he began, though his voice trailed off.

"You're in Deepthroat's chambers," I explained, in case I needed to begin at the basics.

"She asked me to come," he whispered. "And then when I arrived, she was..."

"Yes," I sighed plaintively. At the memory, his cock had twitched, becoming partly upright. Well, what did I expect? Deepthroat was deeply desirable.

"... but then, I... I..."

His cock was continuing to grow, inch by inch. I was glad to have the door at my back for support at that point. I found myself staring at it as we talked, as if I was holding a conversation with his cock and not with Bator. He might have been confused, but his dick wasn't.

"Bator... Deepthroat has a kind of perfume.. it's magical. Tumescence concocts it for her."

"Is that why I feel so...?" Another inch.

"Ummm, I think so... only..." I hesitated on the brink of explaining my deception to him.

"But I couldn't..." he continued, and to my amazement the last inch disappeared. Bator's cock was like a barometer of his confusion. At this point, I was feeling confused myself, confused about my goals, my motives, and what I had achieved. I wanted Bator... I was sure of that (wasn't I?), and this whole trick had been designed to make him desire me, not the Princess. But now I realised that this trick offered no victory. If he took me to bed because of the perfume, it would be magic that won, not me. I had defeated Deepthroat, at least for now, but I hadn't won anything.

I showed him the vial of perfume, the one I had brought. "This is what she used to ensnare you... what she thought would make you her slave. It's the perfume you smelled on her body when you... when you went to her." he took the vial from my hand and inspected it.

"But it didn't work."

"No," I sighed, shaking my head, and then lowering it so that my hair closed like a curtain across my ashamed face. "Bator, I have a confession to make."

"Nina," he moaned. "So do I."

I looked up, and saw Bator had unstopped the vial, and was now lowering it from his face as if he had inhaled deeply. He turned the vial upside down, and emptied the contents into the bath. My breath caught in my throat.

Confessions were going to have to wait, it seemed. Bator was fully erect now, and holding out his hand to me. I lay back against the door, using it for security now in more ways that one. Once I took a step towards him, I would be his captive just as much as if I had inhaled a perfume designed to make me so.

I stepped towards him.

***

I'm really not going to get away with leaving out a single detail of what happened, am I?

I remember every moment. We kissed in the middle of the room, beside the tub, on the cold flags of the marbled floor. He held me in his arms and crushed my breasts against his manly chest. I toyed with his small nipples and the scarce hairs on his torso as our tongues delved and explored and tasted.

He cupped my breasts, squeezed them gently and rubbed his thumbs over my nipples. They reacted immediately, stiffening into long stalks. I begged him to suck them and he did. I was moaning already, but from that moment I was gasping, panting, moaning, groaning, sighing, begging...

I couldn't stand, not even supported in his arms. My legs were just too weak. But that was perfect, as it turned down. I sank to my knees, kissing down his chest and across the hard muscles of his belly, until that huge penis was rubbing on my throat and then my chin, and I was kissing around it, around the base of his cock and his torso, across his balls and in the crease between them and his body. His hard, fat shaft rubbed over my lips and cheeks.. up into my hair. I extended my tongue, and tried to lick him from the base to the heavy, flared, purple crown, but as I traced the thick vein, I exhaled such a deep moan that I was barely halfway to the tip when I ran out of breath. I whimpered with need, kissed the hard muscle with my lips, savoured his male scent and taste, and then, finally, I sought to take him in my mouth.

The very action off feeling that awesome organ pass over my lips was enough to make me moan. I could feel every ridge, every vein pass over my tongue, and I felt the corners of my mouth stretch as his fullness possessed my mouth. Oh, and the taste of him, the flavour of his incredible maleness... it filled my mouth and nose, I breathed him and tasted him and savoured him.

He was so big, and yet so gentle. At first, the only way I dared take that huge cock into my mouth was with my hand curled around the base. Even then, each time I worked my mouth down so that my lips brushed the back of my thumb, I could feel his glans brushing at the entrance to my throat, and I gagged and swallowed and moaned around him. Yet, even though he was gasping with lust, and his penis throbbed mightily in my distended and wide-open mouth, he did not seek to rush me or overwhelm me.

His beauty and compassion and passion made me moan for him, and yearn for him. I wanted him to enjoy me completely, to take whatever he wanted from me. Every swoop of my mouth on his thick cock taught me more about how to make love to him, and I learned fast. I became used to the feeling of him hitting my throat, and relaxed myself, so that he could start to penetrate me. I felt a moment of panic, and then exhilaration, as Bator's thick cock worked slowly in and out of my throat.

I dropped my hand away from his cock, and let him have free access to my mouth as I massaged his heavy balls. My eyes fluttered open and closed. I was in heaven.

How long we stayed like that, with Bator fucking my mouth, I don't remember. I know that he was close to exploding in my mouth, when he gasped something I couldn't make out and drew slowly back. I sat on my haunches on the bathroom floor, massaging my jaw, watching his movements, my eyes wide open like twin suns as I took in the length and girth of that cock.

Bator laid towels on the cold marble floor, laid me upon them, and then laid me. I lay on my back, spine bowed as I lifted my head so that I could look down my body and observe Bator's cock move slowly between my thighs and into my yearning cunt. Blinded and face-down in the Library, I hadn't observed this moment with he who had taken my virginity; to my eyes, this was the first time, and it was thrilling.

I started to orgasm as I felt his cock spread my lips. I lifted my legs around his broad and powerful hips, and drummed my feet on his back as I felt him open my pussy and fill it with his penis. I was amazed at how I accommodated him, My pussy seemed to open like a flower towards the sun, and I was pouring out my honey around his pole. so that after but a brace of thrusts, he was coated with my lubricant and able to slide in and out of me easily.

I didn't stop cumming all the time he was fucking me. My head fell back onto the floor with an audible crack. I was stunned, but then I had been stunned the moment his penis bumped against my cervix. The fullness was indescribable, and my pussy was so sensitive, I could feel him touch every muscle and nerve-ending inside me.

He could not use his whole cock in me, because I was not long enough in the body to take him. Somehow he managed to avoid hurting me as he thrust his cock in and out, always careful not to go to deep, even when my heels were digging into his rump, urging him on. He pushed back my thighs, opened me another fraction, and I sobbed with pleasure and begged for more. By the time we finished, my knees were at my ears and my feet seemed to be in another part of the Palace. And still I urged him to give me more.

I looked up into his face, and saw the glow in his eyes and the set of his jaw, and then felt his penis stiffen even more, and tremble inside me. He grunted something - and once again I could not be sure what it was - and then I felt the first gush inside of me, and my orgasm extended to some higher place. I arched my back the other way, poised on the cheeks of my rear and my shoulder, rolling from side to side as I felt his semen warming the very depths of me. His cock continued to slide and thrust into me, driving his ejaculate so deep I was sure I would taste it. I was sobbing and gasping, and he uttered the most incredible grunts, and then he spoke that word again, and this time I understood, and bathed in the unfamiliar sound of my own name spoken in heat.

He lay against me after, and we kiss and held each other tight. I felt his penis soften inside me, and that almost trigged another climax in my demanding pussy. I had waited so long for this moment, you can hardly blame me for being so ready for the next. Actually, even if I had been fucking this man every twenty minutes for the last week, I think I would still have wanted him again.

It took a long time for the real world to intrude back upon my idyll, but crashing back it came. Above the hammer of my own heart and Bator's breathing against my ear, I could hear the sounds of a wooden bed being thrashed into submission, and Deepthroat's wails as she was shafted. I had a few irrational moments of wondering why it was that Tadgeri had not spent in her yet, how he had lasted longer than my virile beloved. We women are prone to such anxieties, I suppose. In my heart, I knew Bator had not been able to hold back because of the desire we felt for each other. In any case, I felt his cock stirring in me again, and that first movement, tempting us both to resume.

I steeled myself to resist. We had to escape the room. I managed to convince Bator to let me up (it only took a few minutes, and by that time I had no doubts about his desire for me!) and crawled to the door on my hands and knees to listen at the door. Bator came up behind me, but the only thing he could have heard was my deep groan of lust as he slid his penis into me from the rear.

"Please, Bator, not now," I begged, but not too loudly. I felt him stroking in and out of my pussy, and mewled piteously, already so close once more. But I also recognised a change in the pace of the rutting beyond the door and I knew we had to flee at once, before Titania intervened or either Tadgeri or Deepthroat removed their blindfolds. Bator would not stop, however, and when I looked back at him, and saw his face, my heart sank. He was surely entranced by the perfume.

I struggled free, and urged him to leave the bathroom with me. I opened the door into the darkness, and we crept through. Each step we took, I felt Bator's erection against my cheeks, and I was almost tempted to fall to the floor with him. The only way to escape the temptation was to urge him to go in front.

"Go to your chambers," I whispered, "I'll meet you there."

Reluctantly, he moved ahead of me into the shadows. The few candles that had been lit before appeared to have burned out, for there was only the slightest illumination near the bed, where I could see Deepthroat. My eyes narrowed, and I was relieved that her blindfold was still in place. I cast my glance up and down her body, which was filmed with sweat and cum, and realised that her feet had been released from their ties. Tadgeri's strong arms were turning her onto her stomach, spreading her legs. My breath caught in my mouth.

Deepthroat realised her fate at the same moment, and jerked her wrists against the cords about them, shaking the whole bed. Her arms were crossed above her head, which was twisted back, as if she was looking over her shoulder, As she struggled, the blindfold slid from her face, and her eyes opened so wide that the whites shone like beacons even in the gloom.

"Darling no! You know I can't take you that way! Oh, Gods, mercy!"

"You must!" came a heavy breath in return. "That is what I came for."

Tadgeri was a dim outline, a silhouette at the bottom of the bed. I could only imagine the cruel and determined look on his face as he spread her thighs and brought himself between the rounded moons of her rump. I heard him growl like a beast, feral and predatory, and then he was pressing himself against the Princess, and her mouth snapped open into a silent scream, her eyes closing and her whole body becoming a column of marble, stiff and immobilised with terror.

Tadgeri settled against her back, and started to undulate against her body, and the Princess' unspoken scream became a sudden rush of breath and sobs, relief and pleasure combined, and she felt him moving deep inside her.

"Oh God.. it's not possible," she cried. "But yet..."

She exhaled a long climactic moan and gave herself up to Tadgeri's punishing lusts. The relief on her face was evident. I imagined her picturing Bator's huge cock in her arse, and marvelling that she could endure it. She never would, of course. But as I watched Tadgeri sodomise her royal arse, I became determined that I would.

With that moment decided in my favour, I turned from the bed, determined to make my escape, a satisfied smile on my face. Though executed imperfectly, and with many strands left unknotted and free to unravel, my plan hadn't turned out so bad. I set off to find Bator.

But instead, as I turned, I ran straight into a hard-muscled form dressed in the uniform of the Captain of the Mustgethers. Instead of freedom, I found myself eyeball to eyeball with the Titania's implacable and resentful face.