The Shrinemaiden (The Maidens) (24 page)

“This sweet cunt keeps me satisfied enough,” General Falen drawled. He looked over at the Lady Maestre, sitting not too far away from him. “Perhaps you should train your little slave the same way I do mine, Shan. It would bring him to heel, in any case.”

“I shall take that under advisement.” Her tone was frosty.

The general only smiled. “You must forgive my cousin,” he told his host. “After all, it was she who supplied the wine we’re drinking - the finest vintage she had, at her insistence. It is her first time attending such events - I suggested she come, to help discipline her unruly mongrel.”

Khalid began to lift his head up, clearly incensed by the Wolf’s careless remarks, but the Silvermaiden only had to place her hand against his hair. The man paused, as if debating to rebel, then relaxed again.

“I must say,” the Jackal laughed, “that you have done a better job than I have expected in taming the Highrolfe bastard.”

“Lady Maestre,” Adelai said softly, “it’s a pleasure to finally meet you. I want to thank you again, for being so kind as to invite me to your home.”

The smile the woman gave her was warmer than the one she’d given her cousin. “It’s my pleasure. It would be wonderful to hear more about things outside of Sarcopia, for a change.”

Once dinner was over, Caera led the way out, stopping every now and then to proudly point out some of the other rooms in the manor, as if this was truly her own home. She led the guests down another hallway and into a room with double wooden doors. This was not as large as the dining hall, but was well-furnished, allowing everyone to comfortably seat themselves where they pleased. Candles lined the walls, casting a soft glow, and thick carpeting adorning the floor. Some space had been cleared at the center of the room, where several wide velvet seats were positioned in a large circle.

Caera took one of the chairs with a smile, gesturing for the other girls to follow. The Jackal seated himself beside her, and the other patrons did the same, taking their places beside their own shrinemaidens. Allan moved to sit beside Adelai, and squeezed her shoulder. It was the first physical contact he had initiated.

Other guests who had no shrinemaidens of their own sat in the outer seats surrounding the inner circle, their slaves at their feet, where they could remain watching in the semi-darkness.

It soon became apparent that Caera was used to having these
arrisques
, and it was she who initiated the first move. She stood up and stretched, before moving her hips back and forth to some unseen music. She circled her patron’s seat, taking off the white gloves she wore, one at a time, and tossing them carelessly on the ground. The Jackal watched her, his eyes hungry.

Unlike the current fashion, Caera’s gown was buttoned at the front. Now the reason for it became obvious as she slowly undid the first pearl button, and then the next, revealing more and more of the valley between her bosom. She paused in front of General Kazer and undid the last, freeing her magnificent breasts from the confines of her dress. She wore no shift or chemise underneath, and the Jackal reached over to slowly peel the gown of her body, revealing her nakedness to all in the room.

Despite herself, Adelai found that she could not look away from the erotic sight, but knew she should take her cue. Her hands trembling slightly, she laid a hand on the earl’s muscular thigh, finding her way up until she had reached his groin, her fingers wandering over his clothed length. Allan groaned in response, and his hands explored as well, finding their way up to the front of her gown, tugging the neckline low enough so a rosy nipple could pop free. His hand covered it, kneading and squeezing while the palms scraped against the tip. When her other breast was bared he did the same, and Adelai could not stop herself from emitting tiny, breathy cries in answer.

The other shrinemaidens have also started. Larenei and her merchant patron, Kalai were kissing each other frantically, and the girl’s skirts were hiked over her hips as the man’s fingers plumbed at her depths. Malena had opened her captain’s breeches, running her hands up and down the length of his shaft while the man leaned back and enjoyed her ministrations.

The earl’s hands traveled down her body, raising her skirts to seek access to her moist entrance as well. He seemed content to play with her, rubbing against the sensitive nub rather than seeking to put a finger inside her, and Adelai could only groan out her disappointment when a bell chimed from somewhere behind her. One unusual aspect of the
arrisque
was that all shrinemaidens were required to switch patrons every time they were prompted to, to allow the others a taste.

Far from being annoyed or angry, Allan laughed, flicking against her one last time before removing his hand. “There will be more time later,” he whispered, before helping her rise from the seat. With shaking legs, Adelai made her way to the next patron. Captain Delshire was a tall man with yellow hair shot with grey, and brown eyes. Almost as soon as she sat back down he wasted no time lifting her skirts. Without being asked, Adelai spread her legs. His hand slipped past her yellow curls, two fingers penetrating her without delay. “So soft a cunny,” He murmured against her ear, at finding how wet and willing she already was. He was only content to plunge his fingers in and out of her for a few seconds before changing direction. He pushed her back against the seat, leaving her lying on her back with her legs on either side, her drenched pussy presented to him without barrier. With a hard groan, the captain brought his mouth to her dewy entrance, lapping at her furiously with his tongue, like a starved dog.

“Ahh!” Adelai’s body jerked up like a marionette, bucking even as her legs wrapped around his head. From this vantage point, she could see the activities of the others around her. Malena, completely disrobed, had moved on to the Jackal, and she was already astride his lap, bouncing up and down on him while he pawed at her breasts. Caera knelt between the earl’s legs, throating his large cock as best as she was able to while the nobleman pushed her down onto his shaft, dictating her speed. Larenei was also naked and crouched over Kalai, her cheeks puffing prettily as her mouth moved up and down his cock while he licked at her cunny.

Captain Delshire’s tongue speared into her, almost like a little cock driving in, and Adelai cried out, no longer caring about being loud. She found her release just as the bell sounded again, and it took a few moments for her tremors to abate. She felt woozy and lightheaded as the captain planted one last kiss on her nether lips before helping her stand, but anticipation was pooling in her stomach and dripping down her thighs.

Kalai was waiting for her at the next seat, and something about the way he was looking at her, grinning as she approached, made her feel bolder. She walked deliberately toward him, her hips sashaying, and undid the rest of the buttons of her gown. Slowly, she slid free from the material, the dress hitting the floor as she stepped over it.

Their audience, she saw, had been busy. The Wolf was still clothed, and only his own breeches were undone. His redheaded slave was on his lap with her back against his chest. He had forced her legs apart and the lower shift she wore was missing, exposing her cunt for all to see. She was crying out uncontrollably, uncaring of who heard. Her breasts jiggled violently from the force of his thrusts. General Falen was lifting her up, only to slam her back down onto his engorged cock, the hard slapping noises discernible even from where Adelai was. The girl’s eyes was rolled up the back of her head, too far gone in her pleasure, and the general was whispering in her ear, enjoying his complete control of the slave, even as he fucked her brutally.

The Silvermaiden had not moved from her chair. Her slave continued to kneel behind her, head still lowered. The red spots on her cheeks were the only indication she was not unaffected by their performance, but she was the only one in the audience to not give in to their desires.

By the time she had reached Kalai’s side Adelai was too aroused to think straight. He caught her in his arms and they kissed, tongues mating frantically. “I want you inside me,” she gasped out. “Now.”

“Far be it for me to keep a lady waiting,” Kalai murmured with a slow laugh. He turned and positioned her so that she was kneeling on the seat and facing away from him, clinging to the headrest for support. Soon she felt the blunt, mushroom tip of his cock pressing against her folds, moving agonizingly back and forth over her folds. “Please….” She found herself whimpering, and was rewarded when he pressed forward, the head catching onto the snug entrance. She felt his hands on her hips keeping her steady, felt him press forward so that he could slide halfway inside.

“Yes….” she sighed, trying to squeeze her walls around him as he pulled out until only the tip remained nestled inside her. She heard him growl behind her, and then jerked his hips forward in one powerful motion, impaling her absolutely. Adelai’s shriek was lost among other loud cries in the room, and her hands gripped tightly against the satin cover she was braced against as he began to move inside her with sure, long strokes. She threw her head back, eyes closed, enjoying the feeling of his heavy balls smacking into her backside. She arched her hips, felt him scrape against her sensitive little clit, and cried out again.

Around her, the other couples were in various states of rutting. Larenei was squealing. Captain Kazer had lifted her up to his waist, supporting her weight with his strong hands as he jackhammered up into her wet pussy. Caera and Captain Delshire had also discarded the seats; she was gamely working at reviving the man’s spent shaft, moaning around his length while he fingered her. Malena was on her hands and knees on the floor, grunting, her breasts swaying as Allan rammed into her from behind. Even Lady Maestre had finally surrendered to the temptation; the general, Khalid, had his face between her legs, and she was leaning back against her chair, eyes closed and moaning as her fingers gripped at his dark hair.

Their audience had succumbed as well, with many of the slaves changing hands, to be left to the mercies of two or even more guests. The redheaded slave had collapsed against the Wolf, but the general made no move to change positions. He only looked down at her sleeping face, paying scant heed to the goings-on around them.

Just as the bell sounded, Kalai groaned out his release, slamming into her one last time and keeping his cock there as it spewed its seed deep inside. By the time he withdrew, Adelai wasn’t sure she could stand, but knew she had to. There was one last patron waiting, and he was the most intimidating of the lot.

The Jackal was still hard. He was easily the biggest of the participants, his thick shaft veined and ugly, still shiny with Larenei’s juices. His smile was wicked, almost malevolent. “You are just as beautiful as I thought you are,” he rasped, wrapping his arms around her waist and forcing her against him, too impatient to wait for her to make the contact. “And now I am going to make you wish that you had chosen me instead.”

He didn’t give her time to reply, only seized her mouth with his own. It was brutal and bruising; the general kissed the same way he fought his wars, without giving her any chance of surrender. He lifted her up easily over his tanned, hard body, rolling her clit against his fingers, and Adelai cried out from both pleasure and pain, at his rough handling.

He deposited her against the cushioned seats. “Spread your legs,” he said, the words almost a snarl, “and spread your tight cunt lips for me. Tell me to fuck you, little girl.”

He was expecting her to comply. To accede to his demands, undoubtedly the way Caera always had.

“No, I won’t.” She spread her legs the way he had wanted; teasing, but not in the manner he had wished. A finger dipped inside her, and she could feel her own muscles clench around it, making him watch as she fucked herself with her own fingers. “Do you want me, General?” She taunted, and swallowed a moan as she allowed another finger to join the first, her hips gyrating in his direction. “Are you man enough for me? Come and get it. Or would my fingers feel… ahh… so much better than your cock….“

The general stared at her. She knew she had aroused him even further with that, by the glazed, nearly animalistic look in his eyes. “Perhaps it does, General. And there are so many other men in the room to choose from. Perhaps I should - ” she swung her legs down and moved as if to stand, but was stopped when he moved so quickly, that he was already on top of her before she could react. With a roar, he spread her legs roughly and plunged into her, his cock filling her deeply with one rough thrust.

Adelai cried out from the shock and the sudden stab of pleasure, but the general only withdrew to drive in harder, pounding into her with short, furious stabs, the force sending the seat she was on skidding across the floor every inch or so. Helpless to do anything else, Adelai wound her hands around his neck, burying her face against his shoulder even as he tried to split her in two. His hands would lift at intervals to smack her buttocks, her cheeks soon red from his hard slaps, making her even more sensitive than ever.

“Take it, little whore,” the general snarled, biting at her exposed neck. “You love it rough, don’t you? Take my cock, you bitch!” He grounded his hips against her pelvis, thrusting downward so that her clit bore the full brunt of him. Not satisfied, he forced her hands away from his neck, imprisoning both with one hand to keep her from moving. Adelai was helpless underneath him, even as he pounded away into her.

Had she not already been wet it would have hurt, and it did a little, her tunnel stretching to accommodate his largeness, but he paid little heed. She had inflamed him, enraged and aroused him at the same time, and now he wanted to punish her for her insolence. His long cock slammed into her, deeper than anyone had ever been inside her. Sawing into her, in and out, in and out, filling every inch of her to the hilt. She shrieked out her release just as the general bellowed his own, spilling into her in rivulets.

As Adelai slowly wound down from the sensual bliss, she realized the general was shaking against her body. He was laughing. “Ah, I wished I had bought you instead, little girl,” he whispered, a slow grin on his face. “I would have kept you like you were a treasure of mine, tucked away behind my books, where no one else could see or touch and your legs spread for me all day long.” Around them, the sounds of sex were also beginning to wind down as couples grew exhausted from the nonstop revelry. “But no matter, your earl can have you any time he wants, but I intend to have you in my bed tonight.”