Countess of Desire (The Young Ancients Erotic Moments Book 1) (10 page)

"Let's do
everything? Here, can we find some oil? There's a bake shop out front,
so..."

They did have
some, and Tor simply called out the door, which had a pot of it brought over.

It was for
cooking, but the liquid kind, which would work well enough. You could eat it,
after all.

She nearly
froze then, but rallied after a moment. It was pretty clear that her new lover,
Tor, was going to be decently passive about things. She jumped in a bit, the
pot still in her hands, held carefully, the metal lid not fastened into place.
Then she kissed him, full on the lips, her tongue seeking his a bit too
eagerly. Thankfully he kissed her back. That got her to break off and set the
oil down on the low table in the center of the small room.

"Here, get
your clothes off?" She reached for him to do the work herself, but didn't
need to. Looking down she realized that he'd done it for both of them. That was
more aggressive than she'd thought he’d be, which was nice to see.

He was
stiffening too, for all that he'd seemed a bit hesitant to do anything with her
a few moments before. Men did that, most of the time, but she really hadn't
been certain he could bring himself to. Not with her.

The trick to
doing as many things as possible was in going slowly, and taking breaks between
activities, never letting the man have his full pleasure. If he was the type to
release quickly it wouldn't work, of course, but there were ways to keep that
from happening, if you were clever enough about it. Maria knew them all, she
thought.

Putting her
hands on his slender chest, she pushed him back, her lips finding his again.
She was gentle at first, afraid that he might change his mind, or become
scared. That was due to his upbringing. Patricia had explained all that to
Maria, years before. How Tor had come from a very rural place where sex was
vilified, and held to be only for a man and his wife. How a system like that
was supposed to work no one had ever been able to explain to her. Really, it
probably just couldn't.

As if to
demonstrate that fact, Torrance, country bred or not, kissed her back, his
passion rising. To her surprise, he didn't let her lead the activities. Taking
his right hand, she felt her hair being wrapped around his long fingers in the
back. He pulled, if only just enough to get her to gasp lightly. It was
unexpected, and at first she thought he was trying to pull her away.

Except that he
moved back in, smothering her mouth hungrily with his own.

"Kneel
down." The language was polite, but didn't match the slightly haughty look
on his face. It wasn't what she associated with him, not being meek or panicky
about it at all.

Maria felt
herself being moved, her head not released even for a moment, though there was
no real force to it all either. It was a game then, rather than a plan to abuse
her for her past crimes against him. Just some rough play to make things
interesting for her?

She smiled a
bit, understanding things.

That got him to
raise an eyebrow at her.

"I said,
kneel. Open your mouth." He was stiff and hard in front of her. Large
enough that taking him too deeply might be an effort, she could tell. Not so
large as her husband, but enough that she had to focus on relaxing her jaw
before her lips met the head of his manhood.

His skin was so
pale, compared to almost anyone she'd ever met before. Some of the people from
Tellerand were like that, but no one from her land was. Even his own family
tended to be a bit darker, if not much. It was exotic though. A portion of what
made him so different and special.

Before he could
order her to lick or suck him, she started, taking the tip of him into her warm
mouth, the velvety smoothness surprising her a bit. It wasn't that different
than most men, but he was a little warmer, and a bit firmer, than she'd
expected.

Her effort went
into pleasing him then, her hands on the base of him, her mouth hungrily
seeking to take him deeper inside of herself.

Speaking while
she did it, he said just the right things to spur her on. Then, almost if by
magic, he took her head in his large hands and started to move it, exactly when
she wanted him to. It was manly, but not overdone. After a bit she understood
it however. He was using his abilities to make certain she got what
she
wanted from the whole thing. She did enjoy assertive lovers, so he made sure he
was, with her.

It wasn't too
shocking then when she found herself taken off of him, and picked up, bodily,
then tossed lightly onto the large pillows behind them. He stared at her, and
took the oil from the pot, not asking permission to do anything, like some men
did. Really, as she'd suspected
he
would have. He simply oiled himself
up, taking his time, and looking directly into her blue eyes, his brown locked
with her. There was no speaking for a bit, but she understood what was coming.

He surprised
her again though.

"On your
back." It was a half growl, and he was breathing deeply, his passions
seeming barely contained.

She scrambled
to do it, playing the game well, she thought, her face a bit scared. Not that
Tor would harm her, she didn't think. He moved in and stuck his hand between
her legs, a bit harshly, but the fingers that found her were gentle. When they
got inside her, they found that she was already wet. Waiting for him. That
didn't stop him from spending some time to make sure she was ready. Her hands
found him again, one of them lowering, to massage the sack hanging underneath
them. It was full, and slightly larger than most.

Her fingers
kept caressing him as he made her ready, and he moved in without warning,
placing himself inside her smoothly, plunging in rapidly. She was ready, so
there was no pain, but it was still a shock. He was
in
her. Filling her
up, after all that time.

The thrusts
were frantic, and hard enough that they stole her breath. He kept that up for a
while, his fingers stroking her face gently, at first. Then his mouth sought
her nipples, one at a time. There was no biting, but she hardened under his
ministrations, the dark tips puckering in excitement.

Tor didn't ask
her to roll over, just pulling out and flipping her, taking her long hair in
his fingers again, forcing her head back.

There was more
oil then, and a pause, as if thinking. Reading her carefully, she was willing
to bet. Learning what it was she really wanted. Or at least expected of him.

It didn't
surprise her when the oil covered fingers sought her rear hole. Not in the
slightest. Anal sex was a primary way that humans used to show sexual
dominance. It was why she'd done that with Baron Klepter. Tor had a right to
use her that way, to her own mind. She expected him to be brutal about it, slamming
himself in and taking her then. It would be an effort not to scream in pain,
but he was kinder than that, even while still being assertive.

He readied her,
a warm finger finding her hole and stroking around the outer edge, carefully,
only when she realized that she should relax did it slip inside of her. She
reached between her own legs, stroking herself carefully, getting ready for him
to take his pleasure with her.

She looked back
over her shoulder.

"Do it. I
deserve it. I'm Sor-"

The move was
quick, and forceful, but not painful. Just shocking in its abruptness. He was
inside her in a fluid movement, making her breath catch. Then, as soon as he
was part way inside of her, he stopped dead, and smacked her on the rump with
his right hand. It made her sphincter tighten around him.

"There are
no debts between friends, Maria. I named you that long ago. Which doesn't mean
I won't finish inside you, or use you like a common street walker. Now, thrust
back! I'm not doing all the work here. This is your plan after all. If you want
to be punished, do it yourself. Show me how sorry you really are."

He didn't move,
but his hands took her hips as she slowly got the idea. Tor really wasn't mad
at her. He probably hadn't been for a long time. All of that had been her
feelings about things, projected outward. Now, he was giving her a chance to
let that go. To punish herself on him, if she needed to.

She did.

There were some
things you didn't do. Things that everyone knew, from the time they left the
nursery. You didn't accuse a person of crimes they didn't commit. You didn't
make challenges you couldn't back up. And, most important of all, you didn't
spurn anyone publically. Being a Doretta was considered worse than almost any
other crime that could be committed by one human being against another, short
of actual torture.

Lowering her
head, she nodded, then bit down, locking her teeth. She had a lot to pay for,
didn't she?

Trying not to
grunt too much, since there were people beyond the walls and door to the small
stone room, who were just trying to work and get their daily bread loaves, she
started.

The thrusting
back was soft at first, as she grew used to him. She tried for more though,
sooner than was comfortable. Pushing back, her ass feeling almost like it would
split on him, as she forced herself to move faster and faster. She got louder,
not able to help it.

Tor didn't stop
her either, but one hand left her hip in the back, even as she kept going. When
it came back down there was a sharp smack against her right butt cheek.

"Faster.
It's like you aren't even trying." She was given a third swat, as she
humbly tilted her head down and tried her best. It hurt, a bit, but she could
feel the contrition of it, her left hand on her clitoris, working to keep
things interesting enough for her that it wasn't
only
about pain.

Maria knew she
should have stopped herself from taking that bit of pleasure in this, but Tor
didn't insist on it. He just let her direct the speed of things, his manly hands
guiding her, and matching, but not forcing her to do anything she couldn't
handle.

Crying out she
sped up again, looking up in time to see the door opening, then closing, a pair
of black trousered legs standing there. At first she thought it might be the
shop keeper. The baker, Danny. Her head craned upward as she kept moaning,
knowing that just being watched or even forced to service the man too, wasn't
really beyond what could be asked of her. Countess or not.

It was a woman
though, and one she didn't
really
mind seeing her like that.

Patricia. Her
friend. Her love.

She smiled, and
then made sure she kept going, being spanked a few times by Tor, who noticed
the other woman invading their time together as well. There was a look of shock
on her face as she took the sight in, but then there was a shrug, and her
clothing vanished. A moment later a mound of black pubic hair, the scent of
clean girl filling the air, was under her as Trice slid into place.

"Tor, hold
her still so she can eat me? Keep fucking her ass, but do the work?" It
was a question, a mere suggestion.

He looked at
Patricia skeptically, Maria saw, then nodded.

"Fine. You
heard her, get down there. I'm not taking it any easier on you. I'm about to
release though, so..."

That got a nod,
from the dark curly head, as Trice pulled a pillow around for it.

"Hurry
then, Maria."

She lowered her
mouth, as the full sense in her ass kept moving. It wasn't comfortable, but she
was turned on enough that it also didn't really hurt. The problem was that she
needed both hands to keep herself upright, which would make it harder for her.

She started
anyway, as Tor held the pacing steady. That wouldn't last long, she could tell,
so got to work, licking her friend carefully, parting her lower lips, which
were dark and had a gentle musk to them. Taking her gently, she licked and
sucked, nibbled and finally just moaned as her ass was used more harshly than
she'd planned on for the day.

To her surprise
however, she felt the urge to release herself, growing upon her, just from the
feeling of her behind being used. It came in waves, but just as she felt the
warm spasm from Tor, she tightened, her body taking its pleasure from the
actions, as if she'd been ministered to carefully the whole time. She couldn't
manage to keep herself upright then, and sank, her mouth pressing hard into the
woman under her. She managed to keep using her tongue though, even as she cried
out, loudly.

That got Trice
to scream in pleasure.

"Fuck!
Don't stop. Don't stop! I'm almost there..."

Maria started
to anyway, as Tor pulled out, but hard hands on her head held her in place, as
the woman ground upward, gyrating.

"I said
don't stop you filthy whore! Use your tongue... Oh!"

Then, after a
moment, they were all able to sit back, breathing hard.

One good thing
about having sex with Tor, Maria understood almost instantly, was that the
Wizard gave you exactly what you wanted. A lot of men would have petted her
behind after the rough treatment it had gotten, or kissed her perfunctorily,
but he actually took the time to
hold
her. Naked still, he cradled her
against him, his partially erect manhood throbbing a bit.

Even better, it
made Trice slightly jealous. At first Maria wondered if it was about her not
paying enough attention to the other woman, so she reached out, her hand being
snagged out of the air. It was placed against her friends face, gently. Nuzzled
a bit, then kissed.

Trice didn't
make her keep guessing what was going on however.

"It's
him
,
not you. Since I married his brother he won't touch me. I mean, barely even a
hug over the holidays. Just totally cut me off." She sighed, and shook her
head a bit. "It isn't like Tim would care that much. He's far less country
than Tor is, that way."

The dark haired
man cuddled Maria a bit closer, and nodded, his chin rubbing on the side of her
head.

"True. That
was all your choice though, so don't blame me for it now. I told you that would
have to happen before you married him. Several times, if I remember the
conversation. I understand why you did it, but there are rules about things
like that."

She snorted,
her tone upset. That was less than good to hear. Not just because Maria wanted
her friend to be happy either. Being in the middle of a fight was always
awkward.

"
Your
rules, Two Bends. Even your own parents aren't like that outside of that
backwater. I'd get them to talk to you about it, but you're the Ancient of
Vagus now. You shouldn't need to be instructed on things like that." She
huffed a bit, a thing that Maria realized was a copy of a thing that she often
did herself.

Complete with
crossed arms,
and
the look away. That way whoever was watching her could
look at her breasts, which were being held up, and not feel observed doing it.
Glancing up, she noticed that Tor was doing exactly that, and getting hard
again.

So it wasn't
that he didn't like Trice, or find her attractive, it was really just about who
she'd married?

Maria tried to
change the topic.

"I need to
get cleaned up. I have to go and beg soon."

Trice glared a
bit at the man behind her, but started working some amulets, bringing a strange
looking structure into the corner of the room, after clearing some space. She
waved at the shower stall that had appeared there, the colors garish and lovely
at the same time, almost glowing. The sides had intricate patterns in them,
much like relief carvings. The whole thing wasn't there, naturally, and as she
watched it slowly change, the figures moving and colors becoming more subdued,
the themes somehow matching the room.

"Tenet-shower.
The water that comes out isn't real, but it will get you clean and leave you
dry at the end without a towel or air blowing all over you. I asked for him to
build me one, and he came up with this. Isn't it lovely? I want him to do some
wall art like this, too. If you stare at the pictures long enough they'll
become whatever you're thinking about." She demonstrated, doing just that,
and Tor's face appeared in the side of the thing as Maria walked up to it.

The controls were
remarkably simple, and the water that poured out certainly felt real enough.
There was soap in there too, on a small shelf. After a moment Tor followed her,
needing to clean up as much as she did. They washed each other gently, her hand
finally landing on him, because he was already hard for the second time.

She grinned,
but knew it wasn't about her. No, he was glancing out at Trice.

Maria nodded,
because she could actually be helpful on that one, she thought. All men, and
most women, lost all good sense and judgment when aroused enough. So she worked
her hand, as the water poured down, taking the last of the oil away, leaving
them both very clean. She sped up her ministrations, leaving Tor gasping just a
bit. When he was just about at the highest point he could reach, but not
exactly there, she stopped and turned the amulet off.

Suddenly she
was totally dry, including her hair.

"Well!
That works. I'll need to see about getting one of these for home. Now, since you've
been being silly Tor, how about Trice and I take turns finishing you off? If
everyone else is fine with it, and you want her, why
shouldn't
you do
it? Did you take an oath or something?" That was possible, but he shook
his head.

"No, but
Tim-"

"Won't
mind at all. He only married me to save my life, you know that. I should have
found some other way, but, well, you know, I'd run out of time."

That was story
that Maria had heard, of course. Rico Gala had been her betrothed, by a bargain
made when they were both very young children. Except that he was insane, and
loved to kill things. Like young women. For sport. The deal said that either of
them could marry first, so Trice used that loophole to protect herself. Just
before Rico died, as it turned out.

Not that it was
suspicious, or anything.

Maria reflected
on that one, since she and Marvin had been ready to kill the man themselves, to
protect their friend. In the end it had been someone unexpected that had
actually managed it. Her spies on the scene, one of whom was an eye witness,
had described the small floating form that hung outside of the Baron's window
at the time.

A small,
misshapen man.

There weren't a
lot of people that fit that description who’d also had access to magical
weapons. None, actually, she realized. Not now. Back then however, one Countier
Lairdgren, Gerent, would have fit the bill nicely. Risking his own life to
protect his love. It was beyond noble.

It was also
incredibly sad, because Trice didn't love him in return, as much as she wanted
to. No, she loved Tor, who was perfect and pretty, kind and generous. Also
being a stick in the mud.

Maria stomped
her bare foot, then kneeled down and started to suck him, fast and hard,
bringing him to the edge. Just as she got him to that point, she stopped again.
Moving aside, she waved at Trice.

"Finish
him for me?"

It was clearly
agonizing for the poor man, in the moment. His morality, as backwards as it
was, wanted to say no, but his body betrayed him, as the dark curly headed girl
took him deep into her mouth, then her throat. Impaling herself on him, so fast
and hard he could do little else but moan and then throw his head back.

"
Ah
!"
There was a shuddering, and he held her head, then suddenly let go, petting her
hair instead.

She swallowed
it all, as if it were an elixir, and then took him back into her mouth, slowly
playing him with her tongue, not letting him go soft, even as he simpered at
the intensity of it all.

When she
finally stopped Trice simply looked up at him.

"I love
you." She whispered. Her voice hoarse and low enough it was hard to hear.

"I love
you too, but... We can't do this. It's wrong."

Maria giggled,
getting both of them to glare at her.

"What?
This
isn't
wrong. Even the rules here say that it's perfectly fine.
You're
just being weird, Tor. You didn't have any problem doing me, did you? Do you
think that Alyssa Baker will have a problem with this? I haven't heard of her
being jealous of your lovers, you know. In fact, Petra suggested that I seek
her out for that myself. We should have some things in common that way? If
that's the case, then stop being silly, and follow your heart." She smiled
at him, letting her own eyes soften, even as she remembered the feeling of him
inside of her. "Life is far too short to turn down love. No one in any
world expects you to, either."

He looked down
and sighed, then smiled, shaking his head.

"Words of
wisdom from Maria Ward? What's next, talking cows?"

She shook her
head, but didn't feel offended. If he didn't think of her as wise, well, she
simply wasn't, was she? That was normal enough.

"You
haven't created talking cows yet? Just as well, I'm not certain I could eat
them then. Not with all the begging and pleading."

She closed her
eyes, and got into her red and black gown again, with matching black slippers.

"Now, not
to be rude, but
I
need to find some way to entreat Queen Tiera and to
get Timon Baker to lend me an amulet. You, Torrance, should go down on Trice.
She took care of you, and not offering would be poor manners." It was simply
true, but it was still cute how emphatically her friend nodded.

"Exactly.
That's a real thing too, so..." She pointed at herself down there, as if
commanding Tor to kneel and deliver on the spot. He did, but he blushed first.
Even after all they'd just done.

Then, he didn't
love her, did he? It could make a difference.

The Countess
would have been a bit jealous of them, except that she
was
loved. By her
husband, at that, which was a rare and wonderful thing.

Smiling she let
herself out, wondering if she would be better off just waiting for one of them
to come out. She had no clue how to get the Queen to part with the weapon she
needed though. For that matter, she didn't know how to even set up a meeting
with her. It would probably take weeks of being on a waiting list, if it were
allowed at all. Except that she didn't have that kind of time.

Sighing, she
got ready to dun the poor woman, presenting herself on her very doorstep, to
cry and beg, if need be. Hopefully that wouldn't have her arrested.

She pulled out
her communications device, and looked up Tiera's name. It wasn't listed at
Queen Tiera, or even Tiera Baker, just
Tiera
. One name only.

Being a daring
soul, she tapped the name, setting the link up. After all, if it was some other
Tiera, she could always apologize. The face that appeared seemed a bit stressed
though. Almost on the verge of tears. It was the right person though. Tall and
lovely. So much so that she almost didn't seem real, somehow. Like a painting
made too perfect and flawless. Or a carving made out of white stone.

"Tiera
Baker, how may I help you?" The face schooled itself quickly, since it was
clear that Maria wasn't instantly recognized. Or at least that Tiera wasn't
recognizing
her, which might well be a polite fiction, in case Maria was contacting her for
something secret? It was true, so she smiled and nodded.

"Hello! I
was wondering if I could have a weapon from you? I should be able to bring it
back in a few weeks. One of your shield stripping wands? I need it to kill King
Richard. He knows all about it, but it's important that I have the right tools
for the job. Oh, and while I'm begging, I hear tales of a new kind of
weaponless jump ship? I don't suppose I could bribe you for one of those with
sex?"

The woman, who
was perhaps twenty now, if not younger, froze for a moment, then nodded a bit.

"All
right. We can meet at least. Are you calling from Earth?"

That made it
clear that she knew who was on the device with her, didn't it? Maria shook her
head.

"No. I'm
in the main hallway, just a few feet outside of Tor's bakery?"

"Oh? I'm
at home. If you head left from the shop there, and then take the right hand
tunnel at the end it will take you right to my place. See you in about ten
minutes? I'm at the very end so you can't miss it."

The line went
dark, and Maria hurried, walking as fast as the press of bodies would allow,
until she got to the correct tunnel. That one was well lit, the large glowing
emeralds on the ceiling lower here. The light radiated from the air around
them, but the things were huge, being the size of both her hands placed
together.

The tunnel
wasn't short, so Maria focused, raising into the air about four inches, then
moved forward a good bit faster than she could have run in a dress. True to her
word, there was a nice double door at the end. Before she got to it, the thing
opened, and the Queen herself stood there, her face smiling, but her eyes still
too close to tears.

Without
thinking about it, Maria dropped to the floor in front of her, bowed low, and
then reached forward, taking her into her arms.

"Are you
all right? Is there something I can do for you?"

Because, as
everyone in the world knew, that was the very first thing to ask a ruler when
you met, wasn't it?

The girl shook
her head.

"No...
I... Well, please, come in?" She moved back, the ornate carvings on the
door showing a scene that had people working, using magical devices. One of
them, cutely enough, was clearly making the carvings on the door in front of
her. It was well done, and she touched the white stone as she passed.

"Is this
Tenet Baker's work?" It reminded her of the shower, but that could just be
the lunar style.

The Queen
nodded though.

"Yes. He
did it for my birthday. Please. Can I get you something to eat, or drink?"
It was clear that they were alone, with not even a servant to run simple
errands. That seemed an oversight, given how people on Harmony fought for jobs.
That would be a plumb one too, wouldn't it? People would probably fight for it.

She also didn't
seem to have any security either.

Maria followed
her to a sitting room, the place being large enough to have several, though it
was a bit plain inside. Austere, even. She sat on the sofa that was there, and
took the monarch’s hand, to prompt her not to sit elsewhere.

"Now,
what's the issue? What's upsetting you?"