by Jayme Knight
“Come in,” Sterre called over her shoulder.
The sound of the door opening came to her ears, and she reached up to the mirror o her dressing table adjusting it so she could see who was coming in the door. She was pleased to see Katarina come in and close the door behind her.
“I have come to help you get dressed for your celebration,” Katarina said as she walked slowly toward where Sterre sat.
Sterre could not help smiling, knowing what she did while Katarina was gone. “I am so glad you’re back.”
“As am I,” Katarina said as she walked up behind Sterre sitting on the stool in front of her dressing table. She leaned down in close to her ear and whispered sexily. “Did you touch yourself when I left?”
Sterre flushed at the forward question and she felt a heaviness between her legs as she answered. “Yes.”
“I touched myself too,” Katarina purred to Sterre as she licked the edge of her ear. “I thought of you the whole time, and I am going to touch myself again tonight while you are at your celebration. I want you to know I will be thinking of you.”
Sterre felt Katarina’s tongue on her ear as the girl filled her senses with words that made her excitement deepen. The heavy feeling between her legs turned to a deep need to have a release like she had before, and she could not believe the next words that came out of her mouth. “I wanted you to be there while I was touching myself. I wanted you to touch me.”
“I cannot, not here, not now,” Katarina said with disappointment in her voice. “Your step mother is not so kind in her dealings of girls who take pleasure like we want to. I have admired you since I started working here, I make excuses to be near you. I thought I was dreaming when you showed yourself to me today.”
Sterre thought back to when she saw the scullery servants. She told Annika of them and she did not see the scullery servants anymore, at the time she did not know why but now she understood.
“I did not know I had these feelings,” Sterre admitted as she thought of the revelations she has come to just this day. She wanted to experience new things, things with men and women, she wanted to feel it all. “Is it wrong what I’m feeling?”
“No,” Katarina said softly to her as she placed her delicate hands on Sterre’s shoulders. “What you are feeling is natural, and beautiful.”
Sterre flushed as Katarina touched her, and she knew she had to put her urges aside so that Katarina could stay here and be around longer. She stood and turned to face Katarina, looking down into her deep green eyes she could see sparks of passion. She knew that Katarina was fighting the urge to take her right here and now. “I should get ready for my celebration.”
“Yes,” Katarina said swallowing heavily and looking away so that she could push off the feelings she was having. She was so excited, touching herself earlier had only taken the tip of the sexual pressure off, and she still wanted Sterre badly. “I will help you with your dress, and then I should be getting back to the preparations for the celebration. Annika will be wondering where I am.”
Sterre began unbuttoning her blouse and let it fall from her shoulders exposing her pert breasts to Katarina. She could hear Katarina suck in an excited breath at the sight of her bare body coming into view, Sterre wanted her to see all of her bare and exposed, she wanted to leave Katarina with a memory worthy of touching herself to. She untied her breeches and let them fall off in a pile around her ankles, stepped out of them and moved slightly closer to Katarina.
“Sterre, please do not tempt me,” Katarina begged as she soaked in Sterre’s nubile young body. “I am weak when it comes to the pleasures of the flesh.”
Her words only served to make Sterre even more excited, her nipples hardened with the cool air and she felt a sexual itch deep inside that was worsening with every moment. She wanted Katarina to scratch that itch. “Don’t you want to feel your skin against mine?”
“I do, but I cannot,” Katarina said desperately as she stepped back from Sterre. She desperately wanted to take the girl and have her way with her right here and now. She had to do something to halt this now before she gives in to the advances. “If you let this go now, I promise I will return tonight and we can pleasure each other all night.”
Sterre thought for a second on the proposition and decided she would rather take time with Katarina and she could build her excitement by thinking of the moment that Katarina would be hers. “You promise me?”
“I Promise,” Katarina said earnestly, as she thought of the pleasure it would give her to hold and touch this girl. She wanted is so badly.
Sterre walked slowly behind the dressing screen in her room making sure that Katarina could see as much of her as possible. She watched over the screen as Katarina took a deep breath, straightened her uniform, and walked to the bed to get Sterre her dress. Sterre absently let her hand side between her legs and her fingers ran through her light pubic hair, she felt the first shock of pleasure as her fingertips brushed her lower lips. She felt moisture all along her pussy lips, it coated her fingers as she gently pushed apart the delicate pink folds making her gasp.
“If you wait until I return,” Katarina said as she placed the dress over the edge of the framed rice paper dressing screen and peeked over to see Sterre raise a hand with two glistening fingers away from her pouting lower lips. “It will be that much sweeter.”
Sterre stood back so Katarina could see her better and could see that she was pressuring too much. She was spoiled and did not like having to wait for anything, but in this matter she would wait, the experience would be worth it.
“No loincloth?” Sterre said playfully and placed her hands on her hips. “What kind of girl do you think I am?”
“I know what kind of girl you are,” Katarina said giggling as she turned and walked to the large iron bound cedar chest at the end of Sterre’s bed and retrieved a set of silk under cloths. “I know very well.”
Sterre took the cloths from Katarina and used them to wrap and cover her breasts and pubic area, she then carefully took the dress and pulled it over her head slipping into it. It was a soft material from somewhere far to the east and felt nice on her bare skin making her smile. She moved from behind the dressing screen and over to the mirror, she posed in several positions and decided she liked how the dress accentuated her feminine curves. She looked over to Katarina who was smiling at what she saw, and Sterre knew she was almost ready. They picked a pair of light shoes that would be good for walking or dancing, selected several pieces of jewelry that complimented her, and finished with a beautiful floral scented perfume that she had made for herself.
Sterre watched Katarina leave her room and immediately missed her presence, she felt nervous at the prospect of meeting new people especially this Edward her father wanted her to get to know better. The thought brought back that her father was possibly going to betray his word to the tall man, this brought fear to her mind again. She shrugged it off, her father was a grown adult used to making important decisions and his mind could not be swayed once he has set it on a direction.
Time passed and soon she heard a knock on the door, not a little knock like she would expect from a servant but a sharp commanding knock. A guard announced himself through the door and advised that her father had sent him to escort her to the celebration. This did not surprise her too much, he had increased the guard in the manor and set up many more security procedures. She went with the guard and they were met by two more guards that escorted them down to the main dining hall. It was decorated beautifully and there were musicians playing her favorite songs, it was a magical night just like what she had always dreamt of. She ate roast boar, salted fish stew, heaps of roasted root vegetables, and glazed cherries for desert. Since she is of age now she could drink, and oh did she drink. By the middle of the night her head was spinning and she was feeling very loose, her mind crept back to Katarina naked in her room and what it felt like to touch herself. She could not wait until she got back to her room tonight.
Her fathe
r was angered tonight, he had set up for her to meet this Edward boy, and he never did arrive. Her father had power, he had money, and he had an heir so all he needed now was to bring some royal blood into the family. Sterre did not care, she was drunk and thinking constantly of Katarina, but could not leave until the important guests had all left. She needed a break from these people, the strong drink combined with constant music was making her head hurt. She waited for the guards to be looking away and wandered from the dining hall. She headed into the servant area where the music was dulled and the aching in her head retreated slightly. Her head was spinning and she was a bit confused as she stumbled about until she found herself in the kitchen. She could swear she heard the sound of muffled moans nearby, she stumbled slightly over her own feet and walked toward the sounds. This was exciting it reminded her of when she came upon the scullery servants touching each other, and that thought made her ache inside.
Sterre rounded the corner into the larder and she came upon one of the porters lying on a stack of flour sacks. He was moaning slightly and shifting back and forth on the sacks in a drunken stupor. He was passed out she guessed and as she looked around she found an empty brandy bottle. She smelled the bottle and giggled as she let it drop harmlessly onto a pile of sugar sacks. He looked so peaceful lying there with his shirt pulled up slightly exposing his hairy flat stomach, She thought he was quite a handsome young man, with his lean physique, and very dark hair. She walked over and sat on the flour sacks right beside him, she nudged him a few times trying to wake him so he did not get caught here passed out like this.
She tried to get up and the alcohol coursing through her caused her to lose her balance. She reached out and grabbed the closest thing to steady herself and she just held on as she made sure she was not going to fall. It took a moment to realize what she was holding on to but when she looked down she could see she had grabbed his breeches. She blinked a couple of times and when she focused she could see the fairly obvious tenting in the crotch area of his pants. She giggles slightly and then the urge to see it came to her mind, she wanted to see his hard cock. She had never seen one before and now she is right here with one she could look at in detail while he slept. Oh…this was probably not right, but she did not care, she wanted to look at it.
Her drink numbed fingers took a long time to undo his belt and untie his breeches. It seemed an incredibly complex task in her current drunken state, but finally she managed to loosen them both enough to pull his pants down. She looked down along his hairy stomach and like a little path the hair led to his semi-hard cock. She reached forward and gingerly encircled it at the base, she could feel it pulse in her hand as it seemed to get harder with her touch. It was hard, veiny and warm in her hand, it had a bulbous light pink head, and two nice round hairy orbs just below it where she was gripping it. It made her tingle inside as she felt his hard member, and she wanted to feel more tingles. She did not know what to do next so she just began running her hands all over his muscular legs and hard cock. She could hear him moaning slightly in his drunken state and she knew she was causing that, she wanted him to moan more. What if she licked it? Yes, he would love it if she licked it, and she would like to lick it and touch it.
She pointed the head toward her and she was fascinated with how it got hard, and in contrast how soft the skin was. It was pulsing and rigid in her hand, its pinkish head large and almost begging to be licked. There was a little slit in the tip of the head of his cock and as she moved her hand along its length a small drop of clear liquid poked out of the slit. She felt that pressure building inside again, making her want to do things to him, things she knew she should only be doing for her husband. She did not care, lust and liquor had gleaned most of her common sense from her. She leaned in close to his cock and parted her pouty lips letting her soft wet tongue come out. She lashed her tongue over the velvety head of his cock tasting the salty earthy flavor of his member. She heard a low groan come from him and it caused her a deep pang of pleasure just hearing him groan like that. She became lost in her lust licking his cock with abandon, stuffing it in her mouth and sucking on the head as she rolled his hairy balls on her hand. Every touch of hers made him moan and shift reflexively pushing his cock further into her mouth, she knew he was mostly out of it but he was feeling her licking and sucking him. She wanted it all in her mouth, she pushed his cock deeper and deeper until she could feel it poking at her throat threatening to make her gag.
She wanted more, there was still more she could put in her mouth and she wanted it all. She pushed it further stretching her mouth wide. She felt tears run down her cheeks as she tried several times unsuccessfully to push his cock into her throat, she only succeeded in making herself gag several times on his cock. She tried again and felt like she might throw up and then it pushed all the way in, and her throat relaxed as her nose came to rest in his pubic hair. She reveled in the feeling of having his whole cock in her mouth, and throat before she pulled her head back and felt the cock withdraw from her stretched mouth. She could hear him moaning in his stupor and that moaning was pushing her excitement to the edge. She was getting so much pleasure feeling his hard member in her mouth that she did not know if she could hold back from touching herself. She buried his cock deep in her mouth again and this time it was easier to relax, she only gagged slightly as his cock invaded her tight throat. She felt his body tense and his hips lurch forward causing her to immediately gag at the sudden movement. She pulled her mouth off of his cock just as it lurched in her hand, and a jet of hot sticky white fluid launched out of the slit in the head of his cock and landed on her lips and chin. She was stunned not knowing what was happening as the second jet of cum flew out lashing across her left cheek and eye. Several more squirts launched out, and landed all over her face painting sticky white lines haphazardly across her lips and cheeks. Even when the spurts were not strong enough to launch the fluid onto her it just flowed out of his cock like a river of lava out of a volcano. The globs of cum ran rivulets all down his shaft and onto his balls, and then it finally stopped. She just watched hypnotized by what she was seeing. What just happened? She licked some of the sticky liquid off of her lips and tasted a strong, salty flavor that was foreign to her, she did not know how to describe it but she liked it.
She wanted to lick his cock more but it was rapidly softening in her hand, and he was beginning to stir in a fashion that made her believe he was coming out of his stupor. She panicked inside a bit as she staggered out of the larder, her face was covered in this stuff that came out of his cock. She stopped in the kitchen and grabbed a rag and wiped her face several times leaving it a sticky mess. She was panicking inside and needed to get out of here, she stopped everything and took a deep breath trying to clear her alcohol fogged mind. It was sticky like honey so she grabbed a cloth and soaked it with water from the wash bucket and scrubbed her face, and then dried it as best as she could. She made her way back to the celebration and felt a throbbing intense need to have a release like she gave herself earlier, she needed a release or this feeling would drive her mad inside.
As the night wound down the guests had thinned out, her sisters and brother had gone to bed and her father was roaming about looking nervous. She drank another glass of wine to calm her nerves, she was excited about meeting up with Katarina later and also apprehensive. She wanted to make sure they both got pleasure out of their encounter, and she just did not have any experience in this.
The last of the guests began leaving and Sterre was leaning on a table just waiting for them to be shown out, and then stumbled almost falling as she turned to go back to the stairs that led up to the second level. She steadied herself on the carved walnut stair railing, she closed her eyes and her mind wandered as her head spun with the heavy drink. She was not sure how long she was standing there when she was shocked by a thunderous crash that came from the front doors to the manor. As she turned toward the front doors she heard what sounded like several things all falling at once. She looked about
confused to see the guards lying on the floor, maybe dead, maybe unconscious and the doors were wide open. She watched as her father came out of his study and made his way to the doors. She noticed he had a sword in his right hand. She had seen him win many, many sword fighting competitions and he was impressive but she did not think he could ward off whatever laid out ten or more guards in only a moment.
She heard something beyond the doors and out of the area lit by the exterior lanterns, and the entire foyer became engulfed in a thick cloud of vapor that obscured her vision and filled her with fear. She watched her father cower back in fear as a giant scaled lizard like head slowly advanced through the massive double doors of the manor. Huge horns sprouted from the crown of the creatures scaled head and flowed back, sharp bone shards protruded from the sides of its lower jaw and curved downward. Rows of razor sharp teeth lined its upper and lower jaws, they were as long as her father’s sword and just as dangerous. Its scales looked as hard as stone and its eyes glowed red hot like iron just taken from the forge. Sterre wanted to run but fear rooted her in place, she wanted to scream but nothing would come out, her heart was beating so hard it drowned out all other noises and she felt like she might feint.
“You are Draak,” Caspar spat at it using the old tongue word for dragon as he backed away from the beast’s head that dwarfed him. “Dragons were forbidden from taking from mankind.”
