The Shrinemaiden (The Maidens) (14 page)

“No, little whore.” An unexpected slap across her ass only made her pussy clench, her lust increasing, from the roughness in his voice. “You’re going to take both cocks and like it.” His finger was relentless, plowing into her now with little restraint, and she could do nothing to avoid it. Not with her being sandwiched in between both men, hands keeping her in place even as she bucked on top of the yellow-haired man below her. One finger gave way to two, then three, and the mild burning sensation inside her lessened slightly as slowly grew accustomed to the intrusion.

And then the fingers were gone. Adelai could feel him move behind her, forcing her forward so that her breasts brushed against the trainer’s chest, presenting her whole posterior to his view.

The feeling of him sliding into her, her puckered little hole straining to accommodate his girth as he pushed further inside her slick tunnel, was both strange and pleasurable at the same time. He had taken her before in a similar manner, with a wooden cock up either inside her pussy or up her ass while his cock pummeled unmercifully at the other available hole, but the feel of two men’s cocks inside of her felt too different. She felt herself tightening around them both as the Captain’s cock slid home a few inches each time, until several strokes later found his balls rested against the curve of her ass, fully inside. She couldn’t believe how he was able to fit his cock in that small space, when the trainer’s was filling up her other hole and making it difficult.

The trainer had done this before, for he knew what to do. Adelai could feel him withdrawing until he was almost all the way out, giving Thornton ample enough space as he pulled back and then drove himself into her again with one full stroke. Adelai cried out, her first impulse to get away from both men, sure she could not take that sudden pressure, the assault she knew was about to commence on her body, but while the trainer’s hands were firm on her hips, Thornton’s hands were at her wrists, holding them down on the bed covers.

He withdrew, and then it was the trainer’s turn to push into her cunt, just as forcefully as Thornton had in her ass. Adelai shrieked, feeling like she was about to be split open on both ends with their two cocks. Please…” she panted, biting her lip to suppress another cry when the trainer withdrew and Thornton was shoving back inside her ass. “Please… you’re tearing me apart….”

The captain only laughed, and the trainer even managed a grin. “You were made to be fucked like this, Adelai,” Thornton ground his hips against her ass, his cock bouncing inside of her, hitting inside her so deeply that she struggled against his grip. “You were built for cock.”

“Not too fast, please.” Adelai moaned, as it was the trainer’s turn to ravage her pussy with his long prick. The two men seemed to reach an unspoken agreement, alternating places with one pushing quickly into her body as soon as the other pulled out, keeping the force of their rutting rough and long. Gradually, she grew used to the strain of having two dicks inside her, though they never gave her time to rest as they increased in speed, driving into her in tandem, like battering rams. From her position she could see the trainer’s eyes wandering around her body, green eyes brimming with passion as he forced his hips up and his cock into her waiting snatch, while at the same time she could hear Thornton’s grunts behind her, the heat of his breath as he continued to whisper dirty things in her ear, about how much of a slut she was for liking this, his sweet little whore. To her mortification, she knew he was right.

Her ravaging continued on for nearly half an hour, until finally the man underneath Adelai reared up and, with a groan, plunged hard into her and sprayed her cunt with his thick jism.

Exhausted by her efforts, the trainer’s grip on her hips relaxing, Adelai felt herself topple forward onto him. Now that he was no longer alternating strokes with the other man Thornton promptly took over, and his brutal thrusting increased tenfold. The other man was still deeply inside her, and every time Thornton lunged forward he also forced Adelai across the trainer’s hips, her engorged little nub rubbing hard against his groin, inciting electric jolts inside her each time. The Captain planted a foot on the bed for greater leverage, allowing him to pound into her with harder, more punishing strokes. Adelai felt her eyes rolling over the back of her head, the pleasure threatening to overwhelm all her senses with its intensity, and her cunt clenched hard around the blonde’s half-hard cock, spasming finally as her orgasm took her in waves. Behind her, the captain roared out his release as her rear walls contracted hard around his member, greedily sucking in the cum he spewed in long bursts into her tight channel.

Adelai couldn’t move; she was feeling too drained to. She felt Thornton slow down, felt his hands pull her off the trainer’s body and roll her to her side. Eyes closed, she could feel the trainer rise to his feet, heard him moving around the room, picking up his discarded clothes while the captain gave a few last thrusts inside her ass, before slowly pulling out with a wet sound. When she opened her eyes, the trainer had already dressed and, after a quick, polite bow to both occupants of the bed, was quietly letting himself out the door without so much as another word. She realized that she didn’t even know his name.

“Are you alright, little maiden?” Thornton murmured, kissing her earlobe. The harsh, strident tone in his voice was gone, replaced by the quieter, gentler timbre she had grown to love. “Did we bruise you too badly?”

Adelai summoned up the energy to shake her head. “No, I… Captain, how did….” Her voice trailed off, unsure as how to ask.

The Captain was silent, and it was a full minute before he spoke. “It had to be done,” he said, “neither of us can remain in this room forever. We each still have our responsibilities to carry out. And if you are to service others,” his words grew heated at the mention of these ‘others’, the hint of jealousy stealing back into his voice, “then I can at least ensure that your first experiences with them would not be unpleasurable.”

It was strange to think that the Captain had arranged for the services of the trainer all on her behalf, to make sure that she would enjoy the first few encounters she would have with other people, knowing he will never be the only man she could lie with. She understood his jealousy, would feel the same in his place, if he chose the services of other women as well, which he could. He cared for her, but he was also a pragmatist and a realist, and she suspected this session was for him as much as it had been for her.

She wanted to tell him that she loved him for enduring all this for her sake, that she loved him - and knew that she couldn’t. She knew that if she said those words aloud to him - and he, if by some miracle, responded the same way - she would not be able to carry out her mission, and the war might truly fall on both their kingdoms. And so she said the next best thing.

“It doesn’t matter what may happen in the future,” she said softly, turning to lay a hand against his jaw, watched those beautiful blue eyes darken. “No one else will ever matter to me. You are the only one that will ever matter. I wish….”

I wish you could have been my only lover.
She couldn’t say those words either, knew the impossibility of that desire.

The captain smiled at her. “I will hold you to your promise, Adelai,” he said, winding his fingers against hers, before taking her into a soul-wrenching kiss, pulling her close to him.

CHAPTER TEN

All Good Things

More trainers arrived at the rooms in the course of the next few days, and Adelai found herself repeating the previous exertions with the blonde trainer all over again, but this time also with redheaded and dark-haired men. Save for their physiques and handsome features, there was nothing among the trainers to distinguish one from the next, though all were soft-spoken and polite. Some days would find Adelai on her back, sucking hungrily on her captain’s cock on all fours while the trainer plunged his cock into her from behind. Others she would be riding first one then the other, prolonging their endurance and therefore her own pleasure. A couple of times she would find herself surrounded by two or three trainers, a jumble of hands and mouths as she was passed off from one to another to sample. They would take her in turn, or she would service one in her pussy and another in her ass while she took care of still another in her mouth. Twice he made her take part in the
arrisque
, the sexual act all shrinemaidens were expected to know and perform if asked by their patrons. She would be passed around six trainers, where they were free to do whatever they wanted with her until their allotted time was up - all this while the captain sat at an armchair nearby and watch her being ravaged; his dark blue eyes a mystery, though his cock was hard.

And always, whenever the trainers were done with her and left, their sessions completed for the day - always she would crawl back to where her captain sat, kissing her way up his legs and thighs until he gathered her in his arms and stood up, feasting hungrily on her flesh. Sometimes he would finish what the trainers had started, fucking her with little ceremony until she came several times more. Adelai found that no matter how tired the trainers had made her at the end of the day, she always needed to be with Thornton, to feel him pulsing inside her, to be completely satisfied.

She sensed that he was still a little jealous, that he would much rather she focused her attentions on him alone. He was training himself to watch her sessions with the other men as a means to condition himself, and each day found him slowly adjusting for the better. Adelai always felt guilty after these encounters, at how her body would betray her and find release with men she didn’t even know. For all the pleasure she derived from them, she could never find the exquisite happiness and connection that she could always find with Thornton.

“I am sorry.” She whispered that afternoon, after their most recent trainer had departed. She was curled up in bed alongside the captain, and he had already slaked his lust inside her body, her cunny gleaming with their combined juices.

The Captain’s laughter was a faint rumble against her unruly blonde hair. “There is nothing to be sorry about, pet. I knew what I was getting into long before you did, and of us both you had the lesser choice in the matter.”

“I wished there’d been some other way.” Adelai admitted, not without some sadness. She draped herself over the captain’s chest, golden hair tumbling over him like a blanket. “I had not thought that becoming a shrinemaiden would come with all these complications.”

“To your credit, not every shrinemaiden has been asked to do what a king has asked of you,” He looked down at the beauty snuggled against him. “What would you have wished for, had you been free?”

Adelai considered it. She had been too accustomed to the notion that she was to be a shrinemaiden, that the idea of being anything but had not occurred to her. Not one that she had seriously considered, at least. “I think I would like to be no one special.” She decided, and then laughed at the ridiculousness of her answer. “No, really. I would like to know how it would feel like not to have eyes on me, not to be at the center of attention by virtue of my position, rather than from any defining virtue. I have always thought that kings and popular generals must be the loneliest people in the world, to be judged or thought of for what they can do rather than who they are.”

“It would be difficult, I think, for someone not to notice you, whether you be a shrinemaiden or a milkmaid.” Adelai scrunched up her face at the thought of becoming a milkmaid, and he only chuckled again. “Why such mournful thoughts today?”

Adelai knew the answer, and thought he knew too. They had spent more than a month together in these rooms, and this was to be their last day together. Tomorrow he would once more resume his duties as the captain of the guard to the kingdom of Sarcopia, and she would be a shrinemaiden in every sense of the word.

“I am a little afraid,” she said, and to her dismay found herself tearing up, the tears coming unbidden to her eyes. “I do not want to leave this place.” She knew this day would come, had dreaded it. To leave these rooms and face the world again meant losing the captain, never knowing what circumstances would enable her to see him again, if such a day would ever come.

In response, Thornton lifted her up so he could kiss her cheeks, now wet. He made no answer though, and Adelai knew he could not soothe her with words he himself knew to be lies. At this knowledge she began to weep again, the tears increasing until she found herself crying against him as he held her close.
I love him
, Adelai thought fiercely, as she clung to her lover.
How could I leave him?

She must have cried herself to sleep, for she woke sometime later, and the candles in the room had burned down. A large supper tray now stood beside the bed; she must have slept so deeply, that the knock on the door had not woken up, nor the sounds of the tray being brought in.

The captain was attending to it at the moment; there was a chink of glass, the sound of something being poured. Adelai forced herself up to a sitting position. She made no noise, but Thornton’s head turned immediately in her direction. “Did you sleep well, Adelai?”

Adelai nodded and blushed, remembering that she had made a little fool of herself. “I apologize for my outburst. I don’t know what came over me.”

“It has been an exhausting month. Your high priestess, it seems, took the liberty of preparing something beyond our usual fare for tonight.” The captain lifted the cover of the tray, and Adelai saw, to her delight, a feast had been laid out for them. There was a small roasted pigeon garnished with greens, and soft brown bread, freshly baked, that filled the room with its enticing smell. There was also thick pumpkin soup and even rich, plump passionfruit, though they were barely in season. She looked at him wonderingly.

“How did you know?”

He smiled at that, pouring chilled wine onto another glass. “I asked the high priestess what kinds of food your preferred once, and remembered some.”