by Noa Xireau
The tension grew, their bodies went taut, their breaths came out fast and shallow, but the friction wasn’t enough to satiate their need. Sera slid her hands between their bodies, one to her own cleft, the other one between Rachel’s slippery folds.
Never had a man been able to gift Rachel with so much pleasure using just his fingers. Rachel squeezed her inner muscles, becoming aware of the emptiness inside her. She wanted to feel Sera filling her like she had the night of the sacrifice.
Raising her head, Rachel looked into Sera’s slightly glazed eyes. “I’ve never needed someone else as much as I need you.”
Sera’s eyes focused, and a crooked grin appeared on her face. Claiming Rachel’s mouth, the sorceress rose to turn them around and change their positions.
“No!” Taking Sera by surprise, Rachel used her weight to turn them back again. Grasping Sera’s wrists, Rachel held them firmly against the pillow and sat down on Sera’s hips. “I want to be in charge!”
Sera stared at Rachel with dark eyes but kept quiet. Rachel tensed. Was Sera preparing herself to turn the tables and claim her power back? Rachel gasped when Sera’s nub began to grow between Rachel’s wide-spread thighs, pressing against Rachel’s pussy.
“But…!” Rachel couldn’t believe it. Sera had a cock again!
“I think Pan didn’t want us to forget him,” Sera said with a low chuckle.
Thank you, Pan!
They never broke their eye contact as Rachel rocked her hips to slip over Sera’s hard length. Sera was already coated with cream, making the long strokes silky and smooth. Rachel opened her mouth, astounded, as the big cock between her legs kept swelling and growing.
The message in Sera’s eyes was clear. “You want me? Take me!”
The challenge was there, and Rachel accepted without hesitation. “Hold on to the headboard. “
Rachel waited for Sera to follow her order before she positioned Sera’s cock at her entrance. She watched how Sera’s irises were devoured by her growing black pupils as Rachel lowered herself over the thick shaft inch by slow inch.
“So good!” Rachel moaned as her body stretched gradually to accept the wide girth. Their combined juices covered the cock. Rachel slid down in smooth, even motions; the length and girth wasn’t a hindrance, or not much, at least.
Should Rachel have been surprised when Sera’s shaft shifted once again, growing and adapting to her body? She didn’t have time to be surprised. The tip thickened. The round, satiny head stimulated Rachel’s pleasure point each time Sera pushed past the sensitive area. Throaty screams escaped Rachel’s lips at the intense feeling. Those inarticulate sounds betrayed Rachel’s loss of control, but nothing mattered right now except the connection Rachel shared with Sera and the way Sera filled and completed her.
Rachel undulated sensually over Sera’s shaft, taking all she could get and offering herself in exchange. Sera’s cock stretched Rachel’s inner walls, pushing through the natural resistance. At the same time, the hard surface seemed to caress and coax to gain entrance. Sera’s hands appeared out of nowhere, kneading Rachel’s breasts and rolling the stiff nipples between her fingers. A thrilling shudder traveled from Rachel’s nipples to her pussy. Her inner muscles tensed, tightening the grip on Sera’s shaft.
SERA COULDN’T STOP staring at Rachel. She was beautiful. Red locks surrounded Rachel’s flushed face. The girl hadn’t noticed how Sera had made her amazing hair grow back to its former length. Now the curls were falling over Rachel’s full breasts, covering them like a sexy curtain that only offered a tiny glimpse of her wonderfully pink nipples. The big white mounds bounced deliciously up and down as Rachel rode Sera with husky mewls. Rachel’s sensually undulating stomach shone with perspiration.
Sera reached between Rachel’s legs, slipping her fingers into the slick folds and searching for the tiny pearl that would give Rachel the last shove to reach the peak. Sera moved her fingers in fast, strong circles until she saw Rachel throw her head back with an agonized yelp. Just then, Sera pinched Rachel’s clit, transforming the cries into a long, nonstop howl while Rachel contorted over her in ecstasy.
“Hell!” Sera sank her fingers in Rachel’s soft waist and held the girl still while she raised her hips in strong, hard thrusts, pounding inside Rachel’s hot core as if their lives depended on it.
Sera could feel how Rachel’s muscles contracted around her shaft and squeezed the bliss out of her. Sera didn’t stop. The girl came, once and once again until her cries came out in sobs.
“You…are…mine!” Sera shouted while she pounded out her own powerful orgasm.
The pleasure spread through Sera’s veins like a flood, reaching even the last nerve ending in her body.
Everything went still. Only their forced breaths and the blood rushing in Sera’s ears could be heard. The need to keep connected to the princess made Sera aware that she hadn’t finished with Rachel yet, that her need to mark the girl was still there.
Raising her torso, Sera used their weight to throw Rachel over the bed without breaking their contact. The girl’s eyes widened when she felt how Sera’s cock grew even more.
“And now, little princess, let’s make sure you won’t forget who’s your Mistress!”
Chapter Eleven
Rachel’s eyes popped open as soon as she noticed the brightness in the bedroom. Damn! I’ve overslept! The other side of the bed was empty. She’d get another spanking for not waking Sera. A warm tingle spread through her belly at the idea. Then Rachel groaned as she turned to check the room. Her whole body hurt as if she had been training battle skills all night long with one of her father’s battalions.
Rachel smiled at the idea. She loved sparring with her guards; however keeping up with Sera’s lovemaking sessions was much better. More exhausting, yes, but also deliciously wicked, fun, and satisfying. Sera had kept Rachel awake the whole night, gifting her with one orgasm after another. That woman had the ability to make Rachel feel loved and cherished and at the same time sexy and sensual. Goddess, I love that woman! Oh, Goddess, I told her! Heat spread through Rachel’s face as she recalled the moment her feelings took over last night.
Rachel had been chanting Sera’s name the whole night long between pleas, gasps, and moans. Rachel could remember how her body seemed not to be her own anymore. Bathed in an endless pleasure, she had given herself totally over to Sera and the cravings the woman awakened in her. Then it had happened. Rachel blurted out her love. Everything had passed in just an instant, a moment when their eyes had met, making those strong emotions explode and burst out like lava from a volcano.
Rachel’s “I love you” had resounded between them, deep, desperate, and honest. Sera had thrown her head back with a long, tortured howl. The room had filled with their sounds of ecstasy while the world seemed to rock. Rachel’s core had exploded in light, and her whole body was bathed in an amazing, glowing warmth. Sera had gone lax over her, letting part of her weight fall over Rachel. Sera kissed Rachel’s tears one by one, and that was Rachel’s last memory before her world went black.
Now, Rachel tried to move. She had to get out of the bed. The light musical sound of chimes stopped her. Then the music stopped too. Had she imagined it? Rachel turned to the side. There was the tingling sound again! Rachel looked down her body and gasped. Her nipples were pierced, and from each piercing hung a beautiful, tiny gold bell. She touched each nipple carefully, afraid of the pain, but her nipples weren’t sore as she had expected. Was it her imagination or had her nipples turned more sensitive?
Rachel increased the pressure and squeezed the stiff tips. She closed her eyes in sheer bliss and her back arched. It was then that Rachel became aware of something else. There was another tingling sound! Oh Goddess! Sera wouldn’t, would she?
Rachel’s eyes popped open to stare wide-eyed at the ceiling. Her fingers wandered down her body and into her hidden folds, finding two more tiny, round bells just above her small nub. Rachel was too afraid to look down. Using one hand to sep
arate her folds and the other one to explore her new body jewelry, she noticed that the bells were so close together they’d be clashing one against the other each time she moved. Goddess, she was going to walk around like a damn musical instrument!
* * * * *
In the afternoon a bad feeling spread through Rachel’s stomach as she followed Sera up the narrow, twisted staircase. The sorceress’s cold demeanor had lasted the whole morning. She’d treated Rachel as if the night before had never happened. Was Sera putting her back into her place as a pet?
Forgetting her role as a pet was a bit difficult when Sera had Rachel walking around naked all day and ringing like a litter of kitties with bells. As if to confirm her thoughts, the bells chimed loudly when Rachel stopped abruptly to avoid crashing into Sera’s back. The sorceress took the key ring hanging from her waist and opened a heavy wooden door.
“Enter!”
Rachel rubbed her sweaty palms against her thighs as she passed Sera to enter the strange round room full of mirrors. There were mirrors everywhere: large, small, old, plain, some with artistically carved wooden frames… Whatever kind of mirror one could imagine was there.
“Go to the center and kneel on the footstool with your hands at your back.”
Rachel took her time to reach the large red velvet footstool. There was a strange atmosphere in the room, and Rachel’s feet seemed to resist going into the chamber, transforming each step into a giant effort. The whole scenario reeked like a trap. There was something about those mirrors Rachel wasn’t able to describe. They were magic mirrors. She was sure about that. A sorceress wouldn’t keep so many mirrors in the same place, much less keep the room locked, if not for a good reason. The question was, what kind of magic did those mirrors have, and did they all work in the same way?
Rachel reached the footstool in the center of the room, making sure to keep her gaze fixed on the ground. Perhaps that was the reason—maybe Sera wanted to see if Rachel had learned her lesson to always keep her eyes on the ground. Well, this time she would pass the test with honors. Rachel knelt and crossed her wrists at her back while keeping her head down.
“One of the biggest barriers between a pet and her Mistress are the secrets.” Sera walked slowly around the room, stopping at one or another mirror to take a look into it. “Once a pet accepts her Mistress, she renounces her right to keep secrets from her Mistress, whether they’re past, present, or future.” Sera stopped in front of Rachel. “And well, do you agree to reveal even your most intimate secrets to me?”
Keep your eyes cast down! Rachel chided herself in the last moment as she frowned. The bad feeling in her stomach grew. Each time Sera had asked for approval in the past, things had never been easy. A quick peek to catch Sera’s expression could give Rachel a clue; however, the whole speech could also be a trap to make Rachel break the rules. No, she wouldn’t look at Sera!
“Of course, Mistress!” Rachel bit her tongue as soon as the words left her lips. Damn! She hated not knowing what this was all about.
“Well then. Let’s see your naughtiest secrets, my little princess.” Sera leisurely approached the large golden mirror in front of Rachel. “Look into the mirror!”
What? The uncomfortable feeling in Rachel’s stomach expanded. Wasn’t she supposed to keep her gaze cast down? The sorceress’s order to look into the mirror wasn’t a good sign. Shit! Rachel followed Sera’s order and looked, somewhat afraid, into the mirror. She almost let out a deep breath as she saw only herself reflected in the mirror. Not that she liked to see how thick her thighs and hips were, but being honest with herself, Rachel had to admit that there was a certain kink in seeing herself vulnerable, naked and on her knees—especially since having her hands at her back put her round breasts enticingly on display, and those small golden bells hanging from her nipples and between her thighs didn’t look bad either.
“Do you want to start at the beginning or at the end?” Sera asked.
Rachel blinked, confused. “At the beginning?”
“The beginning it will be!” Sera hit the ground with her magic staff.
Voices and sounds filled the room, and images appeared in the background of the mirrors. Rachel bit her lip. Her mind took some time to discern that all those different scenes in the mirrors all showed the same moment and place, just from another point of view. They seemed somehow familiar, though she couldn’t put her finger on why. She was sure those images were related to her as soon as she recognized the kitchen, the maid, and the cook, although she had a strange feeling about them and didn’t know the reason.
Oh, Goddess. No. It can’t be! The moment Rachel saw herself stealing a cucumber and hiding the vegetable between the folds of her skirt, Rachel knew exactly what was about to happen. A hot flush spread through her body and covered her cheeks. Oh, Goddess, please don’t!
Rachel could only pray that the images would stop before Sera discovered what was about to happen next. However, nobody seemed to hear Rachel’s pleas. Rachel saw her former self running to the stables and hiding between stacks of hay. The young girl—how old had she been then? Seventeen? Eighteen?—looked through a small hole in the wooden wall. Powerless, Rachel saw the girl, herself, taking out the cucumber and raising her skirt.
In each mirror appeared different images from the same shameful moment. Rachel using the cucumber to pleasure herself. Sir Leylan as he spanked the handsome stable boy, only a bit older than Rachel had been then. Rachel’s face as she bit her lip, and red spots appeared on her cheeks. Sir Leylan as he threw the riding crop aside and opened his trousers… Even now, in her humiliating situation, Rachel had to admit how formidable those two muscled men were as they fucked.
“Well…that was unexpected.” Sera raised her eyebrows as the past Rachel bent over, pressing her lips together to stifle her sounds of ecstasy.
If Rachel thought everything would stop there, at the disgraceful scene of her release with the help of a cucumber, then the mirrors seemed to have other ideas about how much they wanted to humiliate her.
Rachel appeared nicely dressed in the mirrors as she walked into the dining room with a bowl in her hands. The family and a few guests were already sitting at the large table. Her father was talking with Sir Leylan when Rachel neared them and offered Sir Leylan the cucumber salad she had made especially for him, with a dreamy smile on her face.
Rachel peeked covertly at Sera. The sorceress ‘s eyebrows almost reached her dark hairline as she followed the scene in the mirror.
Oh, Goddess!
“I suppose there’s no need to explain why you’re getting spanked for your naughtiness, right, little princess?” Sera asked, staring incredulously at how Sir Leylan ate his cucumber salad, praising Rachel for its extraordinary rich taste. “Maybe we should start only with one spank for each of your naughty secrets. I’m beginning to get the feeling that there will be many more than I expected.”
The sorceress waved her hand. The scenes in the mirrors changed again. A colossal celebration in the castle gardens appeared. Rachel checked the image full of people. Everybody was drinking, dancing, and having fun. The celebration seemed to be one of the summer festivals her father organized every year. Noble families from all the surrounding lands were invited to these festivals.
Finally Rachel saw herself. She was fleeing into the woods, followed by her cousin Harald and their friends Antonius, Laura, and Cristobal. How old had she been there? Eighteen? Maybe nineteen? Blurred visions of what had happened that night filled her mind. It had been the night Sir Leylan had announced his wedding with a foreign girl. The night he had broken Rachel’s heart.
Nobody had known how much the announcement had affected their princess. Well, Aritz probably had, by the worried looks he had thrown at Rachel when Sir Leylan had kissed his soon-to-be wife to seal their announcement. Nobody else had suspected how much Rachel was suffering. She had hidden her pain behind her anger. Her fury was clearly visible in the images the mirror reflected now.
“Do you r
emember when we were only children and used this cabin to play queen and vassals?” Laura asked dreamily as she turned around in the small cabin Rachel’s father had built for Rachel at the seashore. “Let’s play once more. Maybe it will be our last time before we’re too old.”
“Of course I remember. You were always the queen,” Rachel huffed, regarding Laura. How stupid could that girl be to not see that they were already too old to play such silly games?
“Of course I was. I’ve always been the more sophisticated one of us.” Laura laughed.
Rachel’s eyes narrowed, the fury in her stomach roiling even stronger.
“You’re right. Let’s play,” Rachel agreed, smiling sweetly at Laura.
The stupid girl clapped her hands happily, and the boys moaned out loud.
“C’mon, you can’t be serious!” Antonius protested.
“Of course we are. I’m the queen and you’re my vassals!” Laura announced with her hands on her hips.
“Not so fast, my dear friend!” Rachel stopped Laura. “I’m the queen this time.”
“You can’t be the queen.” Laura’s eyes showed her disdain.
“Of course I can,” Rachel said, determined to put Laura in her place after years of bearing her abuses in silence.
“But—”
“I’m the king’s daughter, remember?” Rachel interrupted. The sweet smile on her lips faltered.
“And who am I supposed to be?” Laura raised her nose.
“My maid, of course.”
Laura gaped, horrified, at Rachel.
Harold clapped his hands, an amused gleam in his eyes. “Count me in for the game. I’m curious.”
Antonius and Cristobal shrugged their shoulders. Rachel seemed not to be the only one who thought that Laura needed to learn where her place was.
