The Queen

by Cole Denton

  “Wonderful, you found children’s books.”

  Klyn looked up from the book and sighed.

  “My Queen, these are not for a child, but a young person. These are for Sean.” Klyn smiled and went back to the book. He had only been looking at it for a few moments when he looked at Kamara. “Sean is learning how to read. Each night he practices, but he is easily frustrated with my books. These books will help solidify his foundation.” Klyn just then noticed we had been eating sugared bread. “You both already got bread?”

  “Sorry, Klyn, you spent too much time in the bookshop,” I teased.

  “I will get my own sugared bread,” he replied and got up from the table.

  “Sean cannot read?” Kamara asked me.

  “No, but as Klyn said, he is learning,” I proudly said.

  “Klyn getting books to help that young man makes Klyn even more fuckable,” Kamara said under her breath.

  “What about ax man?” I asked playfully. “Which would you rather have buried in your pussy: Klyn, or the ax man?”

  Kamara eyed the back of Klyn and then turned her head to look at the ax man.

  “You can take ax man and his large bulge, I will keep the Knight. Besides, your Knight has a very large bulge as well,” Kamara said under her breath.

  Both of us laughed until Klyn came back to the table with his sugared bread.

  “What are you ladies laughing about?” Klyn asked as he began eating the bread.

  “We are watching that man across the way and the large bulge in his trousers,” Kamara admitted.

  Klyn narrowed his eyes and looked out the window at the man on the other side of the cobblestone. He made a few comments about how the man’s trousers were his best asset.

  “Alright,” Klyn said as he stood and stretched. “Brookhaven is known for having the very best bathhouse in all of Dreyle. Before we begin our journey back to Drishane, I would like to relax in the sauna. Are you ladies coming?” Klyn asked.

  “I would not miss it for the world,” Kamara said with her eyebrow arched. “Coming with us, Octavia?” Kamara asked in her sultry tone.

  “Now that you mention it, I think I will come along for a massage. I had a rigorous visit from Ethan this morning and after the long carriage ride, my body could use a massage,” I agreed.

  We headed to the gray building a short distance away from the bakery. The architecture was beautiful. Though the building was glassless, there were small cutouts near the roof that gave it an open and airy feel. Steam crept from these cutouts. Leafy ivy climbed the stone walls and surrounded the cutouts that the steam spilled from.

  The inside of the bathhouse was even more beautiful than the exterior…and very humid. We were greeted immediately, and they asked us what services or activities we were interested in.

  “I would just like to sit in the sauna. But I think the ladies might be interested in massages,” Klyn spoke up.

  “A massage would be nice, but I would also adore time in the sauna,” Kamara spoke up.

  “I will just take the massage, please,” I confirmed. I hated humidity and wanted to avoid excessive amounts of it when possible.

  Kamara and I followed a woman down a corridor and into a changing room. Neither of us were bashful about being naked, especially in one another’s presence. We both followed what seemed to be protocol and slipped the short silk robes on before we followed the woman down another corridor with rooms on either side. Many rooms were empty, but some were occupied. The empty rooms had either a man or woman from the staff standing in front of it.

  “Ladies, you may select which rooms you would like. After your massage, please enjoy some tea in our relaxation lobby,” the woman who had escorted us instructed.

  With a smile she left us alone to select the person who would rub us down.

  “Octavia, look at the big brute on the left,” Kamara said under her breath.

  I spotted the burly man she had referred to and decided on him. He had large hands and corded forearms. I knew he would be able to carry out a wonderful massage. As I picked my room, Kamara slipped into a room with a woman.

  Once in my room, I disrobed and laid face down on the table and folded my arms for my head to rest on. The man was quiet and worked a warm oil into my skin that felt divine. As his hands kneaded along my upper arms and back, every now and then his fingertips would brush along my breasts. Excitement began to pool between my legs as this stranger’s hands had me feeling needy.

  A few rooms over, I could hear Karama whispering and moan lightly. It sounded as though the woman that was massaging her was massaging with her tongue. Hearing that made me wetter. I parted my legs a little bit more so I could bear down on the towel. The fabric of the towel on my tender clit felt heavenly, and I wanted more. I pressed my clit further against the towel and moved my hips.

  “Does that feel good, ma’am?” he asked.

  Why bother lying? He knew what I was doing.

  “Yes, and your hands feel incredible, might I add.”

  It was quiet as he rubbed my legs. When his hands massaged the backs of my legs and inside of my thighs, his knuckles brushed against my wet, swollen pussy. I pressed my clit into the towel and imagined Sean’s mouth sucking on my clit while this big man rubbed on me. Just as my daydream was getting out of control, his thumbs swiped up and down my pussy lips.

  “Mmm, yes,” I mumbled with a smile.

  “You like that?” he questioned.

  How could he be that dense? Could he not see how wet and swollen that I was?

  “Yes, I like that very much,” I politely replied.

  He teased my clit with the pad of his thick finger, which made me wetter. He pressed the pad of his finger against my clit with a bit more pressure before he ran the finger along my slit and to my ass crack. He cooed and repeated the motions as my body moved with his fingers, wanting more.

  “You have a beautiful ass, ma’am,” he complimented.

  “Thank you,” I said as he pulled my ass cheeks apart.

  “Mmm,” he mumbled and rubbed his wet finger against my puckered hole. “Beautiful,” he said again.

  I smiled at his observances and felt my clit swell even more.

  “Have you ever had anything in this beautiful hole?” he asked.

  I let a laugh escape that insinuated that I had. He laughed as well.

  “Ah, I see. You are experienced.”

  “Very,” I admitted as I fondly thought of Ethan’s thick cock that had been in my ass just last night.

  “Dirty woman, eh?” he asked with a gentle laugh.

  “Very.”

  He pressed two fingers into my soaked pussy and then slowly pushed them into my ass. It all felt so dirty and taboo, knowing that Ethan’s seed was still in there. He rubbed my clit with the thumb from his other hand, and because I had been so worked up, it only took moments for me to come. After he extracted his fingers, he gave me another quick rub down.

  “There you are, ma’am, all done. Are you relaxed?”

  “I am. Thank you so much,” I said sweetly as I put the robe on.

  “There is warm tea in the lounge,” he reminded me.

  I still felt the adrenaline pumping through me as I made my way down the corridor to the lounge. I walked around a bit in the lounge before I poured myself some tea. There were a handful of people in the room, and I took a seat off to the side. I gazed around the room and noticed there were cutouts in the walls surrounding the lounge.

  Suddenly, a familiar voice caught my attention. I sipped on my tea as I heard Kamara’s voice. I stood and walked toward the wall on the opposite side of the room where the tea was at, where her voice seemed the strongest. The men’s sauna was just on the other side of the wall. There were narrow cutouts in the wall that allowed steam to escape while allowing any curious voyeur to gaze in. I selected another seat that gave me the perfect view into the men’s sauna.

  “Come here often?” Kamara teased.

  “This is the men’
s sauna,” Klyn commented back.

  “You are the only man in here,” she said seductively and dragged her fingernail from his sideburns down to his chin.

  “And you are the only woman in here. Naked, at that.” Klyn observed.

  Klyn leaned back against the wall while Kamara ran her fingernails down his chest and abdomen. Even from where I sat, I could tell that she left red trails upon his skin. When her fingers reached the towel that was draped over Klyn’s lap, she tugged it loose and dropped it on the floor. Klyn’s large, hard cock had been revealed.

  I looked to the right of me; a few others had gathered at different openings in the lounge that opened into different areas of the bathhouse. As I saw Kamara wrap her hand around Klyn’s thick shaft, I shifted in my seat. When I moved, I could tell that my nipples were hard and begging for attention as they brushed against the silk robe. Again, I glanced around the lounge and crossed my legs.

  There was something so incredibly sexy about watching Kamara and Klyn. I had known for years that they often had sex with one another, but never had I witnessed it. I had even seen both of them naked before but never naked together. Though I felt like I was watching something that I should not be, I could not turn away.

  “Suck it, Kamara,” Klyn instructed.

  Kamara stood and then got on the bench on her knees. She leaned over, and her mouth slid down Klyn’s shaft as he gathered her hair in his fist. A brief mist of steam masked them momentarily and it slowly dissipated. Kamara worked his cock, and as it completely disappeared in her mouth, gagging noises filled the steamy room.

  “Take it all, Kamara. You wanted it so much. I have been aware of your eyes today. You gazed at my crotch in the carriage on our way to Brookhaven,” Klyn called Kamara on her desires.

  More steam slowly billowed upward, momentarily blocking my view of Klyn and Kamara. Klyn slapped her ass, causing the steam that surrounded them to clear. Klyn’s fingers had disappeared, and I felt myself getting wetter as I wondered what hole his fingers had invaded. Kamara’s body language told me that whatever hole it was, his fingers were giving it to her good.

  I glanced around the lounge again before I insidiously allowed the flaps of my robe to fall open at my lap. The side of my seat masked my hand and my finger found my soaked center. I teased my lips with the moisture as I watched Klyn fuck Kamara’s face. When they changed positions, I dipped my finger into my soaked slit.

  With one foot planted on the bench and the other foot on the ground, Klyn slapped her ass just before he entered her from behind. Kamara moaned as Klyn filled her to the hilt and continued to spank her ass. It was as though I could feel each and every slap, and it was electrifying. The sheer thrill flooded my veins as Klyn took complete control and fucked her hard.

  “I love the way you fuck me, Klyn,” Kamara declared. Her voice shook as Klyn’s body pounded against hers.

  “I know you do,” Klyn replied.

  Klyn had endless energy since he had been turned, so I can imagine the ladies love the fact that he never tires. With the sweat and steam on their skin, they looked like two people living out a taboo bathhouse fantasy.

  “I like how you fuck, as well. You want it in every hole, is that not right, Madame?” Klyn murmured as he fucked her. “You want it hard and dirty.”

  “Bloody hell, Klyn! Harder!”

  “Ready, love? I am going to fill that swollen cunt,” Klyn growled.

  “Harder, Klyn!” Kamara blurted as Klyn continued to slap her ass.

  I fingered myself as I watched Klyn take Kamara roughly. My teeth held my lower lip still while my heart pounded in my chest. Kamara’s perfect breasts bounced as Klyn pounded her pussy.

  “Harder!” Kamara cried.

  Klyn pulled out of Kamara and quickly moved her to stand in front of him, facing the stone wall. He hoisted her leg up onto the bench and pushed his long cock into her waiting pussy. With both of her wrists in one of his hands, he pressed them overhead against the wall.

  “You have been after my seed—” Klyn’s voice faded briefly and then came back after I rubbed my ear some. “All day, Madame,” Klyn said through gritted teeth. “You have wanted my seed, you shall have it!”

  The steam continued to rise as Kamara moaned and Klyn grunted. Shortly after they found their release, my hand became cramped and tight. The pain was so bothersome that I could not finish myself as I would have liked. The hint of a mediocre orgasm made my clit throb once. I was thoroughly disappointed and closed my eyes as the cramping in my hand continued.

  When I opened my eyes, neither Kamara or Klyn was in the space that they had just occupied. I tugged the lower portion of the robe closed and went to refill my tea. I sat back down, but this time in a different seat. I felt warm, and my skin felt clammy, but the cramp in my hand was gone. I picked up one of the books from the side table and moved it back and forth in front of my face to move the air until Klyn appeared already dressed.

  “Ah, there you are, my Queen,” Klyn said in a relaxed tone.

  Klyn poured himself tea from the carafe and then took a seat beside me.

  “Did you enjoy yourself?” I asked.

  “Immensely.”

  Just then, Kamara appeared with a huge smile and still wearing her robe. She poured herself some tea and joined us. I gave her a knowing look and she continued to smile. When I drained my second tea, I stood and announced that I was going to go get dressed. Kamara stood to join me, and Klyn said he would collect his books and meet us in the lobby.

  Since there were other ladies in the changing room, Kamara and I quietly dressed and returned to the lobby. Klyn was waiting with his books under his arms.

  “Well, I think I am ready to return to Drishane. How about you two?” Kamara asked.

  “Yes! I am ready. Now that you two have fucked and got it out of your systems, I am eager to get back,” I explained.

  “Come on, Sir Klyn,” Kamara hooked her hand around Klyn’s bicep. “The Queen is eager to get home so she can fuck one of those young gentlemen.”

  I smiled broadly as I thought of Ethan’s thick cock buried in my ass. Briefly, I flashed on the intoxicating sight of Klyn slapping Kamara’s ass. Ethan could handle that if I gave him instructions. We had been in the carriage for only a few moments when Kamara had to bring up the sex again.

  “Klyn, you do not fuck like the men who come into my shop. It is one reason I find you so irresistible.”

  Klyn smiled but had not turned to look at her. He continued to gaze out the carriage window as he scratched his chest.

  “I am delighted that you find me irresistible. Next time you visit the castle, I shall take you to the stable, bend you over a bale of hay, and paddle that ass before I fuck it,” Klyn nonchalantly said.

  Kamara and I looked at one another and laughed. Soon our conversation shifted to the upcoming Drishane Festival and Pageant.

  “Any idea who you are going to select this year?” Kamara asked.

  “No, not yet. This year we are allowing ten entrants, and they can enter up to five days before the pageant,” I informed her.

  “Bloody hell, Octavia,” Klyn sighed and stared at me.

  “What? I would have thought that since your balls are empty that you would be a little more relaxed,” I teased.

  “Queen, I think that permitting entrants to join as late as five days before the pageant is not a good idea. It does not give the security staff enough time to look into the gentlemen, speak with their families, or have them examined by a doctor,” Klyn pointed out.

  “He has a point, Octavia. You would not want some young man fucking you, and then you wake up with bumps on that pussy,” she smiled and winked, indicating she was mocking Klyn.

  “Rubbish. A sore and swollen pussy is the least of my concerns,” Klyn admitted.

  “Klyn, it will be fine. It has been fine in the past—”

  “It has been fine in the past because you have permitted me to do my job.”

  “You have always don
e a fine job, Klyn.”

  “I am pleased that you think so. Let me do my job this time as well.” We stared at one another. “No entrants inside of ten days,” he suggested again.

  “No entrants inside of five days,” I firmly replied.

  He broke our gaze and looked out the carriage window. I knew that he was fuming, but he would get over it.

  “Very well, my Queen. As you wish,” he said flatly.

  “Do not pout, Klyn,” I said irritably.

  “You are doubling the number of entrants, and you are cutting the entrant time frame in half. Forgive me for being concerned, but I have your safety to think about.”

  “No more discussion on the matter. At least, not tonight,” I replied.

  “Of course,” Klyn sighed again.

  The rest of the carriage ride was quiet. The moon was bright the entire way home and lit up the forests we traveled through. Our carriage stopped in front of Kamara’s shop since she lived upstairs in a private section. Klyn stepped out and stood halfway between Kamara’s shop and the carriage.

  “Octavia, it was a lovely trip. Thank you for taking me with you,” Kamara said as we pressed our cheeks against one another’s.

  “I shall see you at the festival, if not sooner,” I called after her as she stepped from the carriage.

  “Klyn, thank you for the fun. Next time we will do it in the Darick stable,” she teased and winked at me.

  Kamara pressed her lips against Klyn’s cheek. He opened the door to her shop for her and then returned to the carriage. He was quiet the rest of the way to the castle. He could pout all that he wanted, but I was not going to change my mind on the matter.

  I climbed the stairs and made my way down the corridor to my room. On the way to my room was the gentlemen’s room, and I could see the soft orange glow of light coming from their room. From the entrance to their room, I saw Liam and Sean sitting against a wall with a book. Sean whispered words as Liam listened and followed along with him. Ethan and Michan were both fast asleep.

  When I stepped into their room, Liam and Sean set the book down and asked if I needed them. I had wanted a rough fucking, but I was not going to wake Ethan for that tonight. Liam and Sean both had bags under their eyes.