Chapter 31
I wandered in my guest chamber without aim, my hands brushing idle surfaces. Her Majesty had said she would return by nightfall. Yet it was night now, and still she had not come.
Nerissea…
"I must be in the dining room by six."
My gaze shifted to the clock. The hour drew near. Could Nerissea truly rise in her condition? She had hardly moved after this morning's ordeal. Worried for her, I made my way to the door. Two maids stood waiting, their faces expressionless.
"Um… it is nearly six," I said timidly, "May I bring Nerissea her meal? To her chamber?"
"The special meal is only served once each week, Lady Naevia," one of them replied.
Only once a week?
"I shall go see her," I said, taking a step forward.
"Nerissea has accompanied Her Majesty to the dining hall," the other maid said.
A smile unfurled across my lips. That meant Nerissea was well enough to walk, and Her Majesty had returned. In addition, I would not dine alone tonight. My heart lifted with quiet joy.
"I shall surprise them," I said, taking another step forward.
But one maid halted me with her words.
"Forgive me, Lady Naevia. Her Majesty instructed that your supper be brought to your chamber."
Of course. They could not understand how deeply we love.
I stepped back, my smile lingering. My beloved was only being cautious. She was protecting us both. I must be careful as well.
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A new day broke, the morning sun spilling gold into my chamber. Though Her Majesty had not come to me in the night, I did not despair. I knew her mind. Too much time spent together would breed suspicion, and so she kept her distance. Yet my heart leapt as the maids dressed me and set my hair, for even if I could not see Her Majesty, I could see Nerissea. The magic draught had healed her wounds swiftly. Today our reading lessons were to begin in earnest.
I went to her chamber with an eagerness I could not disguise. My knuckles rapped softly upon her door, once, then again. A moment passed, and the knob turned. The door opened.
Nerissea stood before me, no longer frail, but healthy. She wore a shoulderless gown of pale green that clung to her form. My eyes lingered without my permission. Heat rose to my cheeks as yesterday's vision returned… the way her body had looked, and the shameful thing I had done to myself at the thought of her and Her Majesty both. That smoothness between her thighs…
"Good morning, Lady Naevia," she greeted, her smile soft as a prayer.
She appeared wholly untroubled by what had occurred the day before. I was quietly grateful for it, for at the very least, one of us possessed composure.
"H-have you eaten?" I stammered.
"Not yet. And you?"
"Y-yes…"
Then came a sound from within the chamber. It was a low, drawn-out "Ohhh" in Queen Yseldra's unmistakable voice. My heart throbbed with longing.
Nerissea moved aside. I stepped forward and beheld the sight. Her Majesty sat at the modest round table, one elbow propped upon the polished wood, her chin resting upon her hand. A mischievous smile curved her lips. Before her lay a lavish breakfast of meats, fruit, and steaming bread. In her other hand she held a silver fork, idly piercing her food as her golden eyes lifted to mine.
"What brings you here so early, Naevia?" Her Majesty asked, tilting her head ever so slightly.
"Your Majesty!" I hurried inside, coming to stand at her side with a smile I could not contain. My hands wrung in my lap. "I missed you terribly."
Nerissea closed the door and approached the table quietly, seating herself opposite Her Majesty. I glanced at the breakfast spread. Though I had already eaten, I felt a new hunger stir within me.
"You look hungry," Her Majesty chuckled, reclining in her chair and crossing one leg over the other with practiced elegance. She speared a piece of egg with her fork. My heart fluttered, thinking she meant to feed me… but instead, she extended it toward Nerissea.
Nerissea leaned forward and received it with parted lips.
"Nerissea," Her Majesty crooned. "Look at Naevia."
Nerissea's eyes turned to me. I looked down, flustered, fingers fidgeting.
"Naevia," Her Majesty laughed lightly, "do not be rude. Look at her."
I lifted my gaze, meeting Nerissea's calm ones.
Her Majesty stood and moved behind Nerissea. "Rise for me, sweetling."
Nerissea rose, and Her Majesty turned her chair to face me. She then brought her own seat behind it
"Sit," she whispered into Nerissea's ear.
They resumed their seats, with Her Majesty's legs parted to either side of Nerissea's chair. She leaned forward, drawing Nerissea's soft pastel pink hair over one shoulder, exposing the elegant curve of her neck. Then she pressed a kiss there.
My heart began to race.
Her Majesty's lips and tongue moved with maddening slowness, grazing the tender skin. Nerissea's chest rose and fell in deepened breaths, her lips parted, her gaze half-lowered yet fixed solely upon me.
Her Majesty gathered Nerissea's skirts and drew them up to her waist, revealing her graceful legs clad in exquisite white lace stockings, fastened by a delicate matching garter belt. She wore no drawers beneath.
"I want to ram my fingers deep into your hot little cunny…" Her Majesty murmured, her voice low as she bit gently at Nerissea's neck before gliding her tongue languidly over the same mark. Her hands slid down and loosened the bodice, deftly untying the corset laces. "I want to squeeze these big tits of yours… mmmm… I love how plump and soft they are." Her golden eyes flicked to me with a wicked gleam. "Unlike a certain someone's pathetic little tits…"
Heat rushed into my cheeks. Mine were indeed smaller, though not so pitiful as she made them sound. She delighted in teasing me so.
Nerissea's bosom spilled free. I swallowed hard. They were as perfectly shaped as Her Majesty's own. Her Majesty cupped them, kneading and teasing the pale pink peaks while her mouth remained on Nerissea's neck, kissing, licking, sucking with slow hunger. Nerissea's breath caught and broke again and again. Watching them sent tingles crawling across my skin. It was as arousing as the last time and perhaps even more.
"Legs up," Her Majesty whispered, her tongue tracing a long, deliberate lick over Nerissea's ear.
Nerissea's hands gripped the sides of the chair. She raised her legs, parting them wide before me. Her Majesty's hand still played at her left peak while her other hand slid under Nerissea's arm, fingers tracing the inner line of her right thigh in teasing strokes. The closer those fingers drew to her sex, the quicker Nerissea's breath became.
"Do you want me to fuck your wet hole?" Her Majesty asked, her lips brushing Nerissea's ear as she exhaled a slow, hot breath.
"Yes," Nerissea whimpered. My knees threatened to give way. Those teal eyes were drowned in lust, her rosebud contracting, a sheen of her juices glistening.
"But you have not eaten yet," Her Majesty breathed, and drove two fingers into Nerissea's sex, her mouth now devouring Nerissea's neck with rough urgency.
Nerissea responded by moaning.
"Such a tight little cunt…" Her Majesty's hand moved faster, her other hand pinching and pulling Nerissea's peak above. "Greedy little cunt."
The sight overwhelmed me. My legs gave way entirely. I dropped to the floor, pressing my thighs together.
"My fuckpet is so gorgeous. Do you crave my thick cock?" Her Majesty murmured.
"Yes…" Nerissea breathed, her frame trembling.
Her Majesty withdrew her hand and reached for an unpeeled banana. Without paused, she pressed its firm base to Nerissea's sex and slid it inside with one motion.
"Uhn!" Nerissea cried out, her tone shuddering between pleasure and surprise.
"You shameless creature," Her Majesty purred, drawing the banana out ever so slowly before pushing it back in with the same languid care. Nerissea's eyes began to roll, and Her Majesty's rhythm quickened.
"You swallow it so well… take some more," Her Majesty coaxed.
Nerissea jolted. My own breathing came quick. She was near the edge.
"Nerissea, my cock aches for you," Her Majesty moaned, her hand moving with greater force.
I watched them both, my own heat rising. The banana glistened with Nerissea's juices as it slid in and out. The sight struck me deeper than any fantasy I had ever dared imagine. Those teal eyes fixed upon mine made it worse, or better. It felt as though I were the one drawing those cries from her, the one filling her so completely. My sex throbbed, wetness spilling unchecked.
"Eughhh!" Nerissea's back arched, her head falling back, her body trembling violently. I swallowed hard.
Her Majesty thrust the banana faster, merciless now. Then it slipped from her grasp, falling to the floor with a soft thud. Without a moment's pause she plunged two fingers into Nerissea's slick passage, thrusting them rapidly.
"Uuhh… ahhh… nhn…" Nerissea gasped.
"You must eat," Her Majesty whispered, slipping her hand from Nerissea's breast to take up a single grape. She then rolled the grape through that slickness until it glistened with her essence.
Lifting it to her own lips, Her Majesty drew it in and rolled her tongue around it slowly, tasting Nerissea. "Mmm… you are always so sweet."
She turned Nerissea's face to hers and passed the grape from her mouth into Nerissea's. Their lips clung, their tongues sliding, the grape moving back and forth between them as they panted. The emptiness between my own thighs had become unbearable.
At last their lips parted. "Now chew and eat," Her Majesty murmured, resuming her kisses along Nerissea's neck. "Haa… Nerissea… your cunt is clamping so tightly…" Her fingers moved faster. The grape tumbled from Nerissea's lips.
Her Majesty withdrew her hand and rose, circling to kneel before Nerissea. She pushed Nerissea's thighs further apart and buried her face between them. From where I sat I could only see Her Majesty's back, but I knew precisely what she was doing. She had done that to me many times. I prayed I might control my hands, that they would not drift lower to touch myself.
Nerissea's body trembled harder as she gripped Her Majesty's head, arching her back and feeding herself to that hungry mouth.
Oh heavens… agony twisted within me as I watched. Nerissea came again and again. Six times I counted.
When her body shook once more, Her Majesty rose at last. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, her golden eyes meeting mine, a wicked smirk curling her lips.
But my gaze fell back to Nerissea. Her legs at last lowered, her breath came ragged, her hands calmly adjusting her corset. Seven. She had released seven times. I had not known a woman could reach such rapture in so short a time. How terrible sweet that must feel.
Her Majesty returned to her chair and repositioned it neatly before sitting. Nerissea, her cheeks still flushed and her chest faintly rising, adjusted her seat in kind. She glanced at me briefly, then to Her Majesty, before lowering her gaze. She picked up her fork in silence.
"Naevia," Her Majesty said with a lilting laugh, "we are eating. Would you be so kind as to take your leave?"
My shoulders curled inward with embarrassment.
"Um… Your Majesty," I said quietly, hesitant. "Might I join you both for lunch today?"
I knew well we could not be together for every meal, yet once in a while, surely, was not so dreadful a wish.
"Mealtime belongs to her and me alone," Her Majesty replied with a wicked smile. "I shall invite you next time I decide to shove food into her cunt."
My face ignited with shame. I had not known such moments were sacred to them. How foolish of me to intrude.
I bowed low. "I do apologize. Please forgive me. I shall remember henceforth. I shall… take my leave."
I left the chamber with haste, leaving them to their cherished solitude.