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Alanna blinked away some of the shock. Because there was nothing, she loved more than being a courtesan, and therefore a person who could make others feel divine. And while her whirlwind romance with the Queen had been exciting, even eye opening, no woman was worth giving up that job.
“I, I can’t. I just. What?” Alanna asked. There had to be a better explanation. There just had to be.
“I don’t want you to be a courtesan anymore. You and I could just be together. Forever! And run away and just. Be. No one would bother us. And no one would even notice!” The Queen insisted, her eyes lighting up. This was a hope she’d held for some time now.
“I don’t think that’s true. You’re the Queen. This is ridiculous.” Alanna said. She pulled up her knees to her chest. This was not how she wanted any of this to go. Her excitement had given way to confusion. Was it just lust that they’d shared just now? Or was it a connection, and she, as someone who had come and gone after sex, was running away?
“Hey, hey.” The Queen, whose voice was as gentle as the summer breeze, put her hand on Alanna’s knee. It melted just a bit of Alanna’s fears. “I’ll be there. And when I’m there, you’ll be loved. All the time.”
“That’s just, it’s not. I don’t.” Alanna sputtered.
“I know it sounds crazy but.” The Queen sighed. “I know it will work. I know it!”
A silence fell between them. Neither one seemed to want to say what they were really feeling. So, Alanna did what she always did. She tried to turn these bad feelings around.
“Why don’t I show you how being a courtesan can work?” Alanna proposed. The Queen furrowed her eyebrows.
“What do you mean?” She asked, skeptic. Alanna started to feel like this could work.
“You said you touched yourself while I was working, right?” And the Queen nodded.
“And you liked doing that?” Hesitantly, the Queen nodded again. “Here’s what we’ll do. I’ll sleep with someone while you watch. Someone you pick. I’ll seduce them, they’ll sleep with me, and then we can decide what to do after that. If you want it to stop, you can just say it. I’ll stop whatever I’m doing immediately.” She proposed. And the Queen began to mull it over. There was nowhere to go now. All the cards were on the table.
“I. Hm. I just. Well, who would it be?” She thought. And of course, Alanna smiled her best seduce grin. And with all the seduction she could muster, tilted the Queen’s head to look into her eyes.
“Let me fuck your husband again. The cock both you and I have both ridden. Only now, you’ve tasted me too.” Alanna said. The Queen’s eyes went wide.
“You’re seriously asking me if I want to watch the woman I love fuck the man I’m bound to in the eyes of our Goddess?” The Queen said, her face betraying nothing. Alanna’s heart skipped a beat. She nodded. Solemn.
“I love it.” The Queen admitted, eyes practically glowing with an increasingly familiar sexual hunger. “But you picked that one. I’m going to pick another.”
“Okay…” Alanna replied. “But who?”
“Another woman. It must be. Easier to seduce women. No! Wait. Not just any woman. Your student. I want you to fuck her, then I’ll come in and fuck her too! If that works for me, then my husband will be next.” The Queen bellowed. To celebrate her good idea, the Queen shoved her tongue into Alanna’s mouth, and the two began to kiss. Lyra was a good girl, and she had some skill, but getting her into a bed would be tricky. As the Queen ran her fingers through the Courtesan’s hair, Alanna’s thoughts began to fade away.
The next morning, Alanna woke up before the Queen. Her heart skipped a beat. Of all the things the courtesan had been expecting to experience, the look on the slumbering monarch was not one of them. In her waking life, the Queen was serious, sexual, even a little sinister. But asleep? There was only a vulnerable person who dreamed like everyone else, who looked at peace. It was so beautiful, so personal, that Alanna couldn’t help but smile and kiss the woman’s forehead. It was just enough to wake the Queen up. And she groaned, playfully.
“Good morning Alanna.” She muttered and rubbed sleep from her eyes. “Let’s go take a bath.” And now, the two of them smiled.
The Courtesan quarters was a small section of the much larger castle, but it did have a private bath. And as Alanna and the Queen disrobed, she thought about how many people would have lost their minds if they saw this. How many cocks would get hard knowing two gorgeous women were about to wash one another after a night of love making? How many women would die to know what the Queen’s eyes looked like when she wanted you? Hundreds? Perhaps thousands?
It didn’t matter. Her hips swayed as she walked up the few steps into the now steaming water. That movement had always reminded Alanna of a clock. Tick. They swayed left. Tock. And then back. All of this was, naturally, complimented by the fact that the Queen had a shapely and otherwise divine ass. She slipped beneath the çapa escort water and turned to face Alanna.
“You look as pretty as a portrait.” Alanna said, smiling from ear to ear. And the Queen let the shadow fall over her face, and now the Mistress was here.
With a single finger, her mistress beckoned her to come hither. Alanna obeyed.
The water was pumped up from a hot spring beneath the castle. She’d done some poking around there, but her questions stopped when she’d had steamy sex with her tour guide instead. But how it happened didn’t matter. What mattered now was that when she stepped over the threshold, she gasped just a little. It hurt, it always did, but that pain receded, giving way to the pleasure of this place. Truth be told, it was her favorite place in the whole castle. Possibly the entire city.
“Sit down in front of me, then turn around and face the wall.” Her mistress ordered. Alanna nodded, doing as she was asked. Her heart began to pound. She could feel her mistresses’ breasts push up against her back just a little. It was a comforting, and more than a little arousing, sensation.
She gasped, just a little, as her mistress began to feel Alanna’s body. First, it was her shoulders. Her mistress moved her fingers expertly, removing the stress that had been locked inside of her for some time now. But there was force in there, she was not gentle getting the knots out. From there, the hand slid down the sides of her arms. Then, they were on her chest.
That same force was applied as the Queen kneaded. Alanna gasped, then groaned. Just enough to let Alanna know who was in charge, but not so much that it genuinely hurt. For the first time, Alanna was truly grateful to be pleasured by a woman. None of the mauling, none of the biting, just constant, steady force. She lost herself in the pleasure of it as her mistress tugged and twisted her nipples, which grew hard.
“Ooohhh yes. Yes, that’s something I need to hear louder. Moan for me.” Her mistress demanded, then slid her hand down the stomach. Even in those few moments, the anticipation of being fingered again mounted. With a single finger, the Queen began to rub Alanna’s clit.
“Mistress. Oh, mistress. Please touch me.” She begged.
“Oh? Why don’t you tell me what you are?” Her mistress hissed, and slammed her fingers even deeper into Alanna, who gasped. She grinded a bit, moving her hips in time with the thrusts.
“I’m your slut! I’m your eager little slut and I want you to finger my little pussy! Please mistress!” Alanna begged. And in that moment, it was the deepest truth she could confess.
“Now cum for me! Cum you little sexy bitch!” The Queen commanded. She pulled her fingers out and began to rub Alanna’s clit. Between the sensation on her clit and the genuine lust she felt coursing through her, she came.
The orgasm ripped through her like an axe through wood. It sheered her in half as every inch of her felt every sensation it could. Pleasure came in like the tide, then pulsed. She twitched a few times as the sensation worked its way through her.
“Thank you. Oh my fuck, thank you Mistress.” She panted.
“You may turn and face me.” Her mistress allowed. And there she was. For the first time, Alanna saw how her mistress looked when something good happened. It was glorious. That hunger was replaced with pride, pure and simple. More than that, it was a satisfied kind of power. Like a job well done. No. A person well serviced.
“Alright, back to normal now.” The Queen said. She held her arms open, and Alanna sidled up next to her. The two of them let the silence and the steam overtake the moment.
“You know this is my favorite room in the castle?” Alanna admitted. The Queen smiled and put her head on Alanna’s shoulder.
“I like that. It’s peaceful here. Plus, this water feels great on my joints.” Another bit of silence. Comfortable and becoming increasingly familiar.
“Why do you not look at me. During?” Alanna asked. It was a surprise. But the question stood. A pattern had arisen.
“I uh. Well. I. Hm. Goodness.” The Queen blinked a few times, flustered. “I don’t think I could say those things or, um.” She lowered her voice just a little. “Do those things.” The Queen cleared her throat.
“Are you?” Alanna leaned out just a bit. “Are you embarrassed?” She giggled. The Queen attempted to remain dignified, but the blush in her cheeks was evident.
“I am not. I just, I spent a lot of time…” She waved the rest of the sentence away.
“Admiring me from afar?” Alanna teased. “Thinking about my curves, my smile. The way my mouth moves?” She let the last word have just a bit of sass behind it. And of course, she let her lips brush against the Queen’s neck. The Queen shivered, then groaned a little.
“No! Well. I don’t know. I did. I do. I am. You’re a beautiful woman and I simply…enjoyed. A lot of you. And when I do things to you, I don’t want to think of you as a beautiful topkapı escort woman.”
“You don’t? Really?”
“No. No, I want to think of you as a mountain.”
“A mountain!? What in the world does that mean?” She was on thin ice now.
“I mean it’s a challenge. Something to climb. And when I do overcome that challenge, instead of an excellent view I get uh…Well.”
“You get me to cum. What a sweetheart.” Alanna thought about it, all in all, not the worst thing she’d ever been told by a lover. That word, love, stuck with her. Then she shook it away. No time for that just yet. No, now it was time to go over the plan.
“Okay. Tell me all about this student of yours.” The Queen said, practically glowing from the bath. Her silky hair, smooth skin, and sparkling eyes were almost too much. Almost. Alanna was a professional, so she held it together.
“She’s bubbly. And quite frankly, not all that smart. But talented, very talented.” Alanna said. The Queen raised an eyebrow, a hint of a smile on her lips.
“Do I detect some jealousy in your voice there?” She pointed out. Alanna shook her head. Now it was her turn to blush.
“I think our best bet is to be honest with her. I think she’s eager to please. For one. And two. Well.” She fought to find the words. “Adventurous.” Was the best she could come up with. “Using that adventurous spirit, we’ll make love. No strings attached. And you get to watch. I was thinking of doing it in an inn. You could sit in the corner. Just arm’s length away.”
“I like it. No. I love it. Let’s go get her!”
***
“Hm.” Lyra said. She sat down, mulled the whole idea over in her mind. “I mean, it sounds like it could be nice. I guess. But then again.”
“Think of it like this.” And Alanna put her hand on Lyra’s knee, “You’re going to get hands on training with your mentor. Now, of course I’ll be with holding some–“
“None. None of our passions darling. You get the whole package. Tip to toes.” She chirped, and pinched Alanna’s shoulder. It stung and the message was clear.
“You’ll get all of what I know about pleasing women. Granted. I must insist that I won’t teach you after this. I’d know you a touch too…intimately.” Alanna nodded. Unfortunate, but a line was a line. And if she had to cross it, well. She certainly wouldn’t take advantage of the situation. Not anymore than she already was.
“Well. Here. Can I try something real quick?” Lyra asked, eyes a little wide. Alanna nodded. Why not?
And she leaned forward. Alanna felt her heartbeat just a touch faster. This was a lot of stimulation going on in this moment. Not just from the fact that her soon to be ex-student had entered her personal space and smelled lilacs and gooseberries. Must be perfume.
“I just need to try this. Because. Well. I do.” And at that, Lyra began to kiss Alanna. It was deep, kind, and caring. Lyra did her best to match up with Alanna’s rhythm as their tongues explored one another’s mouths. Their passion began to grow as Lyra’s hands began to tug at the top of Alanna’s dress. Which Alanna did nothing to stop. Instead, she began to push Lyra back onto the bed.
“I’m going to pleasure you now Lyra. And I want you to know I’m looking forward to this.” Alanna pulled her dress down and let her breasts bounce free. “Now get naked.”
Lyra did as she was told, with her eyes darting over to the corner. Alanna clucked her tongue and waved her finger.
“Don’t look at her. Focus on me. Okay?” Alanna commanded. That felt good. That felt really good. And based on the small gasp from the corner, she knew the Queen enjoyed that too. Nothing quite like pleasing her mistress by becoming one. Lyra fit into her role as the submissive quite well. Perhaps it was time to push that just a little.
“Lyra.” Alanna commanded. Lyra tilted her head just a touch. “I want you to spread your legs open.” And the blonde did just that, and without being prompted, she even used two of her fingers to spread the lips of her pussy. When she saw how favorable of a reaction that got out of Alanna, Lyra smiled.
In that moment, behind her, Alanna could practically hear the Queen’s heart melting. There was a scrape of a chair on wood, then a gentle tap on Alanna’s shoulder.
“I want you to use this.” And a smooth, phallic wooden object was slid into her hand. Alanna turned it over in her hands. There was a power to this. Because while she had always received a cock, she had never given. She’d imagined, in her later and more drunken nights, what that must have felt like. Granted this wooden cock, this imitation, wouldn’t provide her the physical sensation, but the mental stimulation? It was too much to pass up.
To be polite, Alanna stimulated the outside first. Just a few rubes to test out the sensation in her hand. It was glorious. Lyra was already hot, which Alanna felt with each pass over. Even better still, there was the moans. She’d heard these things before, they fındıkzade escort were pleasure escaping the body. Happened every day, multiple times a day. But this time, she had total power. She would do the penetration, she’d be dominant, and it hit her. She’d be the man. And being in power like this was good.
“Lyra, keep looking at me. Keep looking at me. Look.” Alanna cupped the side of Lyra’s face, and low and behold, those full eyes looked at her and they were vulnerable. Eager even. Ready to please, ready to be pleased. Nothing mattered to this woman but being penetrated.
And Alanna put in just the tip. Just a taste that barely entered inside. Lyra groaned, squirmed, and pleaded with her eyes for more. Anything.
“Tell me what you want.” Alanna insisted. Lyra squirmed and tried to push herself down onto the cock. The courtesan pulled it away just a touch. She said it again.
“I want, you?” Lyra said, face now flushed. “I want cock! I don’t know! Just fuck me!” Lyra insisted. Sensing a turning point, Alanna laid down the law.
“You’re closer. But you aren’t being honest. Say what you really, really want. And say it loud. I want everyone,” she stressed that, “To hear it.”
“Okay. Okay! I want my teacher to fuck me! I need it! Please!” Lyra screamed. And without ceremony, Alanna slid almost all of it. Almost. Instead, she got about five of the six inches inside of Lyra.
And Lyra screamed. She gripped the sheets as Alanna began to pump those five inches in and out and in and out of the eager pussy. Alanna moved quick. And Lyra responded in kind. The former student bucked her hips, she rocked herself back and forth in rhythm with each pump. And the heat went off of her body. It was almost stifling. But Alanna leaned into it. She kissed Lyra, who moaned into her mouth.
All the while, the Queen was furiously touching herself. Alanna could see it out of the corner of her eye. One hand was on the clit, rubbing and teasing, while the other was on her nipple. But despite the frankly sexual and alluring display, it was her expression that was divine. The Queen bit her lip just a bit as she studied every single moment down to the last detail. Alanna could see that more than anything else in the world, her mistress wanted to be here. Now. And that pleasure gave Alanna pleasure, and that, in turn, was pumped into Lyra.
“Give it to me more!” Lyra wailed. “Deeper! Faster! More! Please more!”
“As you wish.” Alanna whispered. Then, with the full fire and fury that she could muster, Alanna shoved all six inches in, right down to the base of it.
Lyra’s eyes rolled into the back of her head. And where there had once been a desperate howling, there was only her open mouth. Her stayed in her arch the silent gasp continued to pour out of Lyra.
“Come on.” Alanna urged. “That’s it. Cum for me. Cum for your mistress. And announce it damn you. I like people to know when I’ve done a good job.” She didn’t bother to look at her mistress, whose eyes she could feel burning into the back of her head. There would be a price to pay, but that would be later. For now, there was only her and Lyra.
“Oh fuuuuuuck! I’m cumming! I’m cuuuming!” Lyra yowled, and then gave herself over to the power of this orgasm. Unlike her mistress, Alanna was not strong. Even though she attempted to pin down Lyra, as had been done to her, Lyra escaped her grasp. She watched as the former student trashed against the bed. And her mistress yanked Alanna back. The two of them were entangled before the courtesan could get a single word out.
Instead, her mistress plunged her fingers into Alanna’s eager pussy. She rocked back and forth as the Queen touched her, and with a shove, Alanna was on the bed. Thankfully, it was also large enough for two people.
“Take that out of you, clean it with your mouth, and put it into her.” The Queen commanded. Lyra, whose eyes were still somewhat glazed over from the encounter, slid it out. In the gentle, afternoon light, it glistened. She gobbled the wooden cock without hesitation, taking it down to the base. As she pulled it out, there was only a bit of spit on the end. The student hesitated for a moment.
“D-do I really?” Lyra asked. Her voice was wobbly. The Queen nodded. And slid it into Alanna. The courtesan now groaned, having been stimulated so much so quickly.
“Good girl.” The Queen complimented. “Now get over here and kiss me.”
“Okay.” Lyra said. She went right over to The Queen without further complaint. The Queen then hiked Lyra up. Now it was their turn to kiss. And the while it was quick, the Queen was gentle. When they broke apart, the Queen carried Lyra over to the corner.
“Stand here. Touch yourself while I fuck this private little slut.” The Queen commanded. Lyra’s hand drifted down to her clit as the Queen went over to the bed. Alanna watched all of this, not daring to move. She’d known that the retribution was coming, but not this quickly. Best to play it as safe as possible. Though she did instinctively open her legs just a touch.
“Oh no. Get on all fours and face the wall.” Her mistress ordered. Alanna was nervous but did as she was told. This was new, and new when it came to her mistress, well. This could mean something big was about to happen.
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