Chapter 30
Nerissea had told me that I might have Queen Yseldra all to myself. Thus I knew it was my beloved who wished for Nerissea, not the other way around. And though she did not love Her Majesty, perhaps she was fine with physical contact since she did not resist? That had to be it.
I thought I had prepared myself for such a moment. I had told myself I would be able to share Queen Yseldra. But still… I had not expected to feel so strangely at peace. Was it because it was Nerissea? Would I feel this calm had it been another woman?
Most shamefully, as their kiss deepened, my body began to ache.
Her Majesty yanked the blanket away from Nerissea's form and raised her nightgown to her waist. The bruises that once marred her skin had faded near entirely. The healing must have come from the pill.
Then Her Majesty's hand moved to Nerissea's sex, and Nerissea parted her legs to receive her. She moaned softly into Her Majesty's mouth, her chest rising with rapid breath. I swallowed at the sight of Nerissea's hairless folds, glistening with wetness. My gaze drifted to Her Majesty's lap, where her manhood strained visibly beneath the fabric. She hiked her gown to her waist and began stroking herself. Her other hand found Nerissea's swollen pearl and rubbed it without mercy.
"Agh…" Nerissea whimpered, her legs shaking, her body arching in helpless surrender. Her pleasure spilled out over Her Majesty's fingers.
"She comes so quickly," Her Majesty teased, trailing soft kisses across Nerissea's lips as the girl struggled to catch her breath.
"Does it feel good?"
"Yes, Your Majesty," came the breathless reply.
"Part those pretty folds and show me how a proper fuck toy pleasures herself."
Nerissea's hands moved between her legs. Her left fingers parted her drenched folds while her right found that precious pearl and circled it with firm strokes.
"Uhm… haa… eut…" she moaned.
I could see it twitching beneath her touch, pink and swollen. My own sex pulsed in answer. Her Majesty stroked her length faster, the slit weeping lewdly.
"Ahh!" Nerissea shuddered, and the sensation travelled through me as though she had touched me instead.
"Yes, ruin yourself," Her Majesty whispered in a low and intoxicating voice.
Nerissea's hips trembled as her fingers worked in haste. The sound of her wet strokes was dangerously arousing. My thighs pressed together.
"Arghhh!" She cried out into Her Majesty's kiss as her release overtook her. Her back arched with exquisite grace, her body undone.
"Fuck… yes…" Her Majesty's hand moved even faster, no doubt spurred on by Nerissea's climax. The ache between my legs was now near unbearable.
"Keep going," Her Majesty murmured.
With shaky hands, Nerissea parted herself once more and flicked her bud. Each flick made her jolt. She reached her peak again… and again. I lost count. My legs barely held me still. Nerissea's pearl was now a deep blush, tinged almost violet from the constant attention she gave it. She looked as though she were drifting further with every wave that took her.
The clock's ticking had become a distant murmur, drowned beneath their sounds. I was unsure if I should leave or stay where I stand.
At last, my queen's seed spilled in waves upon the carpet. I swallowed hard, for the sight of her release had never ceased to move me. When her length softened, she wiped her hands upon the sheet and rose, letting her dress fall back into place and veil her body once more.
"You filthy little thing," Her Majesty said with a low chuckle. "Judging by how wobbly your legs are, you must have enjoyed the show thoroughly."
Her words scorched through me with exquisite shame. She turned her eyes to Nerissea, who was panting softly, closing her quivering legs.
"Nerissea is a vision, is she not?" Her Majesty asked.
"Y-yes," I replied. It was the truth. Nerissea was unspeakably beautiful. Especially now with her flushed cheeks and trembling limbs.
Nerissea offered me the faintest smile. It was so delicate that I nearly missed it altogether. Though akin to the faint smiles she often gave me, this one looked worse.
Her Majesty's eyes turned to the clock upon the wall. "I shall return later tonight."
And with that, she departed the room. I fought the urge to follow her. My heart yearned for her nearness, yet I knew she bore the weight of a crown. A queen's labor could not be postponed for desire.
Nerissea drew the blanket over her form, and I remained standing, my fingers clasped before me, bashful and dazed. But then in the mist, her smile that I barely caught earlier flashed in my mind and a thought occurred to me, one that sent a cold ripple through my chest.
"Nerissea," I whispered, sinking to my knees beside the bed.
"Is Her Majesty forcing you? Is she…" I hesitated, heart pounding. "Is she violating you?"
Because if she was, I could not love such a person. That, I knew in my soul, was unforgivable. Nerissea's servitude to the Duchess had already been torment enough to witness.
"She is not forcing me."
"Then why was it, that time I asked if we might share her, you told me I could have her all to myself as though you felt no desire for her?"
"Because I do not. I meant it then, and I still mean it now. But when she comes to me, I cannot refuse her. What exists between us is purely physical."
"Do you enjoy it? Is that why you cannot say no? Please tell me plainly. I only need to know with certainty that the woman I love is not cruel."
"She is no violator."
Only after Nerissea had reassured me again and again did I at last let the matter settle in my heart. Never had I wished to think ill of my beloved, yet I could not still my doubts this time. A violator I could never abide. Within the temple's walls I had seen countless women seek refuge, their bodies and spirits broken by the very men who vowed to protect them. The law had offered no shelter, for in this kingdom a husband's cruelty was sanctified by marriage and the demand for children. Too many of those children wound up in orphanages, their mothers left hollow.
Nerissea had closed her eyes; she appeared quite fatigued. Choosing not to disturb her rest, I took my leave in quiet haste. My face was far too warm, my thoughts far too tangled. I needed cool air upon my face. I needed my thoughts to still.
Yet when at last I reached my own chamber, the air there did nothing to soothe me. My mind spun further into chaos. I could see again, Her Majesty and Nerissea self-pleasuring… their lips mingling… their tongues sliding against one another… their soft moans…
My knees weakened beneath me.
I swiftly locked the door and pressed my back to it, sliding down until only my shoulders touched the wood. My legs parted wide, knees bent. The posture was taxing, for I was balanced upon my heels, yet I needed to see my own wetness, and I could not let Her Majesty's gifted gown brush the floor. I was far too overcome to take so much as a single step further. Here will do.
My breath came fast. One hand slipped beneath the front of my skirts, the other beneath the back. I rubbed my throbbing pearl in quick, desperate circles while gathering my essences with my other fingers and pressing it into my rear. A soft pant escaped me as my head swam. Oh heaven, I could wait no longer.
Two fingers entered my rear, two plunged into my dripping sex, and I shuddered at the sweet, sinful invasion.
"Mmh!" The sound tore from me as I began to thrust fast. I could not seem to make my hands move in harmony with one another, yet each motion sent a blessing of lightning through my body. I wanted Her Majesty's manhood inside me so desperately I thought I might lose my reason.
I moved my hands faster, rougher, the wet, obscene sound of my own juices slushing filling the chamber, driving me to the brink. I withdrew my fingers from my rear and brought them forward to spread my folds wide. With my other hand I slapped my hardened bud lightly, again and again.
"Ngn! Ah!" My body jolted with each hit, my thighs trembling.
I thrust three fingers into my sex hungrily. My eyes rolled back at the sensation. So good. So unspeakably good. My other hand flew to my bodice and tugged it down in frantic need. I clawed at the laces of my corset, desperate to bare my breasts, for they ached to be touched as much as my sex ached to be filled.
I struck my pearl again, harder now, my teeth sinking into my lower lip to stifle the cry rising in my throat. At last my breasts came free. I cupped one in my palm, kneading the tender flesh as I drove three fingers deep below once more. Never in all my life had I been so wet.
With trembling curiosity I brought my slick fingers to my lips and tasted myself. As I did so, my thumb grazed the peak of my breast, circling it until it hardened beneath my touch. The act was so wicked that fire streaked through me. The taste was strange, yet it awakened a pleasure I had never dared to imagine. My body shuddered and shook.
I moved my hand back to my sex, rubbing my pearl in feverish circles, while the other squeezed and shaped my breast into every form my grasp could manage. My mind began to dissolve in bliss. Stars swam before my vision and my legs gave way. I slid to the floor, my body convulsing as I continued to rub below, my juices spilling forth in gushing warmth.
I released my hold on my breast and gathered the wetness from between my thighs. With one hand I pushed two fingers back into my sex, deep and rough, while with the other I brought my own ruin to my mouth and licked it from my fingers, swallowing lewdly.
At last, when the final tremor ebbed and the hot spill slowed, my arms fell limp at my sides. My body quivered faintly in the quiet afterglow in satisfaction.