by P. S. Power
"It will be done." Then he bowed again, clearly expecting to be sent away.
Maria needed to see what kind of message he might have, however. If that was a real thing. Honestly, he probably wouldn't have anything all that important. Every piece of the puzzle was useful however.
"Marvin, would it be all right if I entertained Riven here for a while? I hate to be indiscreet, but we should try to keep our friendships strong, do you not believe?"
Her husband was clearly torn then. On the one hand he would be wanting to put the Baron through a wall, for insulting a friend of theirs. On the other, he did love his wife, and tended to defer to her in matters of sex.
"Fine. Perhaps I should come and join you? Test out how fond you actually are of having things in your... behind?" He practically glared at the Baron, who bowed back then. It wasn't said in a way to engender the idea that anyone would be enjoying themselves when the act took place either. There was no sense of flirtation. No soft eyes or tilted head to make it seem playful or sexy.
It was a bit threatening, which was a thing that Maria understood. Marvin was almost jealously protective of the Baker family, after all.
The Baron Kleptor wasn't all that happy with the invitation at the moment, but you didn't really tell a Count that he couldn't use your behind if he wanted. Especially if you were on his list of people he wished to do without that day. It might not be politic for a friendly and kind man such as Count Ward to simply kill the man, or proclaim a war over the insults given, but that didn't mean he couldn't do those things. Or worse. In fact it was well within his traditional rights.
The fellow was clearly feeling less than good about the idea, but opened his mouth to accept anyway. No matter how large Count Ward was, once his trousers were off, the man was both attractive, and the Count. It made a difference in how people were allowed to respond.
"I'd love that-"
Marvin shook his head, but made his face look happy enough. That he wasn't feeling it was clear to his wife, if not the slightly upset Riven.
"Except that I have another appointment in a few moments, and will have to beg your leave, I fear. Perhaps some other time? I'm certain that Maria will be able to service you well enough that way for now? She has a marvelous collection of toys. Some of them will be well suited for you, no doubt?"
That was true, and she smiled herself, thinking about it. After all, she really did have a wonderful collection of such things, and while she used them regularly, it was actually a bit rare that someone as known to her as Riven would allow her to use them all on him.
Because she had too many for one person to really stand that kind of treatment. She winked at him, which got a soft smile in return, even if he was a bit scared that Marvin was about to order him functionally ruined. Too big a tool used on their hind end would do that to a person, after all.
Luckily for the Baron, her husband was a kind man. One of the best in the entire land. Possibly any land.
She stood, her blue gown a bit confining around the legs. It had ten under layers, making the bottom of it push out alluringly. If it had been real the whole thing would have been too much of a difficulty for her on a warm summer day. It was however, made of magic. It felt real, and could be reshaped with a thought, but the whole thing didn't really exist, for all that. It always left her feeling a bit naughty, when she considered it. No one else saw it, but it was like she was going to very serious and formal meetings naked. Under her clothing. With a single thought that could be made to happen too.
Or she could shift the seeming, solid and real as it looked and felt, into any costume she could imagine. Maria smiled a bit, pretending that it was all for her old friend, Riven. Not that she was that interested in the idea of fucking him at the moment.
The man had gotten several of his own people killed, by starving them to death slowly. Just to make a profit off of them that he shouldn't have even considered trying for. There were men and women all over the Kingdom that were well known for their cruelty toward their own people that had given the food and aid from Harmony out freely. That this man hadn't...
Well, she just hoped that the rebellion was about over, so she could cut him off from her bed chamber. He wasn't foul or unpleasant that way, but this had created a rift between them that she really wasn't able to clearly express to him in the moment. Worse, in a few minutes she'd probably have to service the man, to make him feel better about the whole thing. Otherwise he might think that withholding the information he had would be a good idea. To try and punish her for scolding him like she had.
She did her best to give him a look that promised a lot more than just a few kisses, even as her Count scowled at the man, still being very close to simply killing him. Too close. It was a part of being a noble, dealing with the combat rage of others at times, but the state of murderous rage and the physical and mental powers that came with it could certainly make a mess of things, if not handled correctly.
In the moment that meant leaving her husband alone, to seek some quiet place, undisturbed. That he was willing to do that when the need arose was another sign of how good a man he was. Many just did whatever they felt like, if they had enough power.
"Very well, Baron Klepter, would you perhaps come with me then?" She moved fluidly, using all the grace she could muster, and took him very gently by the arm as she removed him from the marble chamber. The rest of the villa was done in warm colors, and had lovely polished surfaces everywhere one looked. This meeting place was stark by comparison. A cold room meant to remind one of a mausoleum. That wasn't an accident either.
When all you really had as a weapon was death, or the threat of it, a gentle reminder could go a long way.
For the time being however, Maria just brushed gently at her lovely blonde hair, and got the idiot with her out of the room. He was much taller than she was, but, she thought, Riven actually had enough going on in his head to understand that not being in her husband's presence at the moment was a fine idea.
The trip to her entertainment room, a separate place than where she slept most nights, took about five minutes. The Villa was as large as King Richard's own palace, after all. It was actually larger, but even if you were in rebellion, it wasn't considered to be in good taste to mention that sort of thing. The monarch wasn't half as vain or foolish that way as some nobles were, but there was no particular use in pushing him in foolish or petty matters either.
The room she guided Riven to was familiar enough to him. He'd come to visit with her at least twenty times over the last years, and they'd done almost everything that a man and woman could do without getting into things that even she thought of as distasteful. Her mouth had touched every portion of his body, except for the back of his elbows, she was almost certain. His had done very similar things on her body, so it wasn't just her being used for her skills and looks at least. That wouldn't have worked for her. She was a Countess, and while she was willing to make certain her friends had a good time, that had to be a two way street, or else what was the point?
Riven relaxed greatly when she turned and shut the heavy door. The room had very thick walls, made to hold sound well enough. As he started to speak, she held a delicate finger to her red lips.
"Let’s move to the bed?" Her words came out in a husky tone that would signal most men as to what was coming. Without pause she tapped at the front of her gown, focusing hard to turn off the amulet underneath the appearance of cloth.
Not everyone could do that kind of thing, but she'd practiced, having seen it done by several Wizards that she'd met. It wasn't as interesting as if she could have managed it without making the physical motion, but Riven was impressed enough, she thought. Most would have had to take the amulet out and physically hit it, to make anything happen like that.
Then, he wasn't really paying attention to how she'd gotten naked, was he?
No, his eyes lingered on her. A form he may have seen before, but one that was, she knew, worth taking in. Her nipples, a soft brown co
lor, hardened under his gaze. It showed arousal, which at the moment she hadn't been certain she could manage for him. There it was however. A man looking at her like that got her body to start responding, without hesitation. Even if she was halfway to livid about what he’d done.
She'd always been like that. Even as a young woman, she'd loved to be looked at. To be touched gently. Caressed, and then taken. It didn't even matter to her how that last bit happened. As long as it didn't hurt too much, Maria always felt herself ready.
Reaching to her own soft breast, which was of better than middling size, if not huge, she felt herself, and stroked around the hardened point so gently the flesh barely moved. The sensation was intense however, making her whole body respond.
Moving to the very large bed, which had a wonderful privacy canopy over it, built to keep prying eyes from seeing too much, if that wasn't desirable, Maria bent over it, knowing that Riven would have to look directly at her behind while she did. It was, she'd heard, a nice thing to see. Slightly too pear shaped for her liking in a dress, but out of one it certainly caught people's attention.
She lingered on the soft satin coverlet, letting her lover’s gaze touch each part of her that he could see.
Then, turning to look over her own shoulder, her hair tossed to the side artfully, hanging down to her right, she touched the small stone disk on the nightstand, just sitting on the far side. It was a silence dome.
Inside the field, which didn't look like anything in particular, nothing they said, or screamed, would be heard from the outside. That, and a pulled bed curtain and they'd be about as safe from spying as anyone could ever manage in the Kingdom.
Still on all fours, she crawled onto the bed. Presenting herself as if to be taken from behind. That wasn't her real intention at the moment, but it served to get her friend to move into place behind her, and start struggling with the front of his own fine clothing. Trying to get his trousers down enough to take her quickly. As if the offer were going to fade away if he didn't move with enough urgency.
She laughed a bit, and pulled the silken cord to her left. It was a nice white thing, that had matching ropes, which were kept in the drawer of the nightstand on the other side. Some people truly loved to be tied up, after all. That wouldn't be needed for Riven though, since he was well and truly comfortable with himself.
Right or wrong, the man just accepted pleasure as his due.
Not that she would blame him for that. After all, she felt very much the same way, didn't she?
Rolling over, she looked at him, his cock freed and starting to harden already as he knelt. That placed him above her but also trapped his legs a bit. She reached out and took him in her left hand, stroking him gently. Yes, she really wanted to get at the message he'd promised, but they had hours to get to that. Besides, no one wanted to feel unwelcome in bed, did they? For now she didn't want any hard feelings to come between them.
Not until she didn't need him anymore.
Licking her lips, she worked his manhood gently, pulling the skin over the tip then moving all the way back to the base, slowly. She could feel him harden underneath her hand, the size of him increasing enough that it became just slightly difficult to close her fingers all the way around him.
Then she looked into his eyes, as if he were truly loved. That part was important, no matter who you were with. You needed to make sure they felt like the most important person in the world.
"Come, Riven..." She sat up, her hand still on him, and moved smoothly, so that she was partly behind him, then pushed him face down, into the pillows. "We have some things to do, don't we?"
The man didn't protest.
After all, it was simply what the Count had suggested.
Chapter two
"Ah!" The man beneath her had both his legs trapped neatly by his fine trousers, which were pulled down nearly to his knees. Given that it was real clothing, she decided to let him take those off, before she got the fine oils out. They were a bit difficult to get out of the bed linens, but he'd need to wear his clothing home, and having the seat of his pants covered with sex lubricant would be a bit much to ask of him. Not unheard of, perhaps, but being a kind lover was important, too. In this case being a kind hand on the lash, was more like it, but still, there were limits to how much a man would put up with, and Maria was about to push his to the limits.
She didn't speak about it, just pulling at his boots, then stripping him from the waist down. It was done slowly, so that she could run her hands over his behind while she did it. Making sure not to rush things too much. He needed to be relaxed for this next part, and pushing him to go too fast might distract him for that portion of things.
Maria moved carefully, but had the things she needed out and resting on the table, out of view, a moment later. The large silver container of lightly scented oil, and the three sex tools she intended to use on him. For a moment she nearly pulled the largest one out of the drawer too, but that would be taking things into true pain for the man. A thing he could bear, no doubt, but even if she was angry with him, in the moment, that would be too much. It would change how he felt about her later, if she did that.
Right now, he trusted her not to cause him more than minor discomfort. That was worth more to her than petty revenge. It had to be.
"Relax now, dear." Her delicate hand stroked his backside, along the outer cheek at first. Then after several smooth and slow passes, she hit the inner line. That got him to stiffen, bodily, even though he was laying face down, with his fine black brocaded shirt still on.
Meaning she couldn't see his face. It wasn't terror though, just anticipation. Reaching for the oil, and the smallest of the penis shaped tools, she covered both her fingers and the object itself well. She didn't bother with a tray for the slippery wooden thing. It would leave a splotch on the coverlet, but the job of washing it wasn't hers, and her maids understood what would be needed. They were paid extra for the duty, too, and allowed use of the room when they wanted it, as a reward for its upkeep.
"Get up a bit?"
She didn't make it an order. Riven didn't need to be made to feel like he was less than a man, like some did. Still, he complied easily, his hind end covered with only the lightest amount of hair. He shaved there, as well as his legs, she noticed. That was common in the Kingdom, among a certain kind of person. Men and women that were expecting to be seen naked at any moment, made certain they wouldn't be offensive that way. Not all did, but it was enough that she didn't think anything of it in the moment.
It just let her fingers caress him more smoothly.
He did have some hair in the front, all neatly trimmed, which she felt when she reached through his legs to caress him there again. It was a skill, using both hands to do different things at the same time, but one she had great talent at, fortunately. The middle finger of her right hand, well lubricated, found the rosebud in the back, as her hand worked him in the front.
"Ah!" His breathing caught as the sensations hit him. She didn't stop for a bit, letting him get used to what she was doing.
It was tempting to finish him that way, with her hand, since he was clearly coming close, based on his breathing. She stopped moving for a bit, in the front, and put her finger against his hole gently. The pressure wasn't all that firm, but he allowed her in. That was a good sign. Again, it meant she was trusted. That might be a little misplaced, but in the moment it would work for her pretty well.
The tip went in to the first joint, which she started to use to make little circles inside of him. Most people liked that, and it would help him relax even more. The feedback from the pleasant sense of movement was the actual point, but it really was nice enough. She liked it anyway.
Honestly, given what Marvin had said, she was being a bit too kind about the whole thing. She wasn't brutal, ever, when it came to sex or anything else, but it was kind of clear that her Count hadn't been suggesting she bring Riven to bliss exactly, wasn't it? Not that he couldn't have his turn too, but this was suppos
ed to be a punishment, if not one that would be too unwelcome to be borne by the man.
So, sighing a bit, she grabbed the smallest of the tools she had for this kind of play, already covered with a shine of oil on the carefully lacquered and polished wood. It was small enough, being about as thick as one of her own fingers, but having a very large knob on the back end, to use as a handle and prevent the thing from slipping inside at any point.
It looked like a penis, having that shape carved in, but a small one, that was hardly punishing, she realized. It was the one she used as a kindness, when her partner wasn't that experienced in such things. That really wouldn't do, in the moment, she decided. Not that she wanted to be mean, or cruel, but her husband would ask about how she'd taken the man's ass later, and perhaps be a bit more pleased to find that he was suddenly faced with a real challenge, rather than a tiny fake cock meant to tickle virgins without being too much for them.
It took coordination not to let on to what she was doing. Keeping a finger inside him while using her other hand to pour the oil over the large tool. The biggest that she'd selected for the day. It was very good sized, being only a bit smaller than her own wrist just past the well rounded tip. It was long too, being about ten inches to the handle. That part had a hilt, much like a cutlass, but below that portion the wooden cock got thick enough that a person would well and truly know it was there.
It had been the last thing she'd intended to use on him, just as he reached the height of his own pleasure. At that moment no one cared nearly as much about pain, and a bit of extra sensation could easily make a moment truly memorable. Done too early though, and it would be a bit different.
Her finger still inside of him, she pressed a bit deeper, then took a deep breath.
