Chapter 39
The long days of winter had come at last. It was now the heart of the season. Queen Yseldra's lips had not touched mine again, nor have we slept together. I continued to drink the rare potion, though it had begun to make me feel unwell. Still, I did all she asked of me, no matter how shameful or how deeply it burned within me. I wished for her joy. I loved her still, though she had not spoken the word love to me since I first entered the palace.
She was occupied with her affairs this day, so I went in search of Nerissea. But she was nowhere to be found.
And when Nerissea could not be found…
I sat alone in my chamber, fighting the tears that clung to my lashes. My heart knew this ache, and it grew heavier each time Nerissea disappeared. We had grown close. I did not know what she felt for me, but I knew with certainty that I cherished her as I do Sister Alethea.
And to know that she had been sent to Duchess Rowena Draymoor once more… it broke my heart. She always returned walking unevenly, for the duchess was merciless in her cruelty. Each time, Nerissea needed the healing pill. She never spoke of what was done. She did not need to.
Then she would always say, "I am great." And I no longer questioned it.
For when she asked me how my day had been, I smiled and answered the same. "I am great, too."
I had written countless letters to my parents. To Sister Alethea. I no longer knew the number. Not one reply had come.
Her Majesty said it was not safe beyond the palace walls. The Duke's men still sought me. So I had not stepped outside the palace walls since my arrival. The air inside had grown heavy. I felt it pressing into my chest.
My lips trembled beneath the weight of it all, and my sight grew clouded with tears.
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Nerissea's body had finally mended. Aenira had just taken her leave after an examination.
"Nerissea," I said, lowering my head to rest the side of my face near her hand upon the bed. "Must it truly be you they offer? A single soul in exchange for the support of a house. That is far too cruel. Can there truly be no other way?"
"You found out," she replied softly.
I lifted my head, turning toward her voice.
"I read one of Her Majesty's contracts by mistake some time ago."
I laid my head down once more, and we remained in silence.
Then came the sound of the door opening.
I turned at once and rose to my feet as my beloved entered. A nervousness stirred within me at the sight of her. I prayed her desires would be gentle this day.
I cast a glance toward Nerissea, uncertain.
Her Majesty began lifting her gown as she approached the bed, and I let out a quiet breath of relief. It would happen here, in the chamber.
She guided her already hardened length to Nerissea's lips. Nerissea lifted herself slightly, steadying on her elbows.
I sat quietly at the foot of the bed, my head bowed. I am to remain still until they were done.
"Look, Naevia," Her Majesty called.
But I had to watch, always. I turned my gaze their way.
"Haah…" she breathed, easing her thick crown into Nerissea's mouth. Her thigh gave a small shiver. "Yes… Nerissea always knows how to suck cock. Such a clever tongue… sliding and stroking this fat prick just right… mmm…"
Her voice broke into a moan as she began to slowly thrust.
"Nerissea, look at her."
Nerissea turned her gaze to me. She too, always have to look at me.
Sometimes, I wondered if Her Majesty wished to make me jealous. But I never let such thoughts take root. They were only thoughts… and nothing more.
Her Majesty withdrew slowly from Nerissea's mouth. She gripped it at the base and gave it a few soft smacks against Nerissea's lips then she began to stroke herself, long and slow.
Nerissea's tongue danced over the tip, trailing around the swollen crown, pausing to kiss it sweetly before lapping again. She teased the weeping slit with delicate precision, her tongue pushing in slightly as though she might fully thrust inside, only to kiss it once more and resume.
"Eut… Nerissea…" Her Majesty's voice broke, her hand quickening. "That is divine… oh, yes…"
Nerissea raised her hand and used the pad of her middle finger to collect Her Majesty's dripping pleasure, then slid that wet finger to her rear.
"Oh, fuck… yes… fuck me there…" Her Majesty moaned, stroking herself faster now, her breaths growing wild.
Nerissea gathered more of that fluid and painted that wicked place with it again and again, until at last she pressed her finger in.
"Ahhn!" Her Majesty gasped aloud, lifting one knee onto the bed and parting her legs, open and eager for Nerissea's touch.
Nerissea's lips returned to Her Majesty's crown, her tongue tracing slow circles as her finger moved in and out of Her Majesty's rear with practiced rhythm.
"Ah… ha… does my nectar taste sweet to you? Tell me…" Her Majesty asked.
"Yes, Your Majesty," Nerissea answered softly, her tongue offering a long, slow, and hot lick at an angle across the crown, then pausing to kiss the glistening slit, her teal eyes never leaving mine, her finger quickening.
"Oh, fuck… you wicked little strumpet, you will make me come too soon… ha… spread your thighs for me, let me taste that dainty little cunt of yours."
Nerissea slipped her finger free and peeled the blanket from her body. She raised her nightgown with one hand, her lips still pressed to the tip of Her Majesty's manhood, her tongue never ceasing.
She parted her legs before me. Her sex was wet and hairless as always. I had learned that she does not grow hair in that area.
Her Majesty climbed over her, straddling her in reverse. She bent low, and Nerissea continued her service from beneath, her soft moans vibrating against Her Majesty's flesh.
They continued pleasuring one another for what must have been half an hour. Nerissea had spent herself four times already.
Her record had once been eleven in thirty minutes.
I smiled faintly. I always counted. There was little else for me to do.
Now she was entirely bare, straddling Her Majesty in reverse, facing me. Her Majesty's thick length plunged again and again deeply into Nerissea's womanhood at a steady pace. Their skin gleamed with sweat. Nerissea's full breasts moved beautifully with every thrust, her teal eyes glassy with unshed tears, her expression lost in rapture.
"Haa… ha… Nerissea," Her Majesty moaned in pleasure. "Your cunt is still so damned tight, even after being fucked senseless… ah, yes… this cock fits so well inside you…"
She gripped Nerissea's hips and thrust harder.
"Ngn!" Nerissea cried out, her head tilting back, her entire frame trembling as her release spurted from her soaked slit.
Her Majesty pulled her down, pressing her to her chest. She turned Nerissea's face toward hers and caught her lips in a ravenous kiss, still moving within her without pause.
"Et! Uh! Ng! He! Ah!" Nerissea gasped, her broken cries slipping between Her Majesty's lips.
I turned my gaze away from them and allowed their voices to fade into nothing.
"Naevia," came Nerissea's voice, suddenly close beside me.
I blinked and looked around. Her Majesty had departed at some point, though I had not noticed.
"I have called you several times now."
"Would you care to join me for a walk in the gardens, once you have washed?"
"I would be honored."
She rose to her feet, but her knees gave way and she fell to the floor with a thud.
I rushed to her side in alarmed. "Perhaps we ought not. You are not quite able to walk properly after such a prolonged session."
"I am sorry. I had tried to bring Her Majesty to her peak more quickly, but she kept changing positions. And if I may speak freely, Naevia, I believe you deserve someone far better."
"How about you?" I teased, and reached to tickle her sides that were still damp with sweat.
Her lovely giggles broke freely and it warmed my heart in an instant. Her joy was so rare and fragile that I wished to hear more of it.
I giggled with her, straddling her bare form, resuming my playful assault. She gasped between breaths, and I gave her pause only to begin again.