Chapter 4 – UNCUT
I cursed at myself as I yanked the pins from my hair causing myself pain. What just happened? How did that happen? Never before had I been so weak, been so undignified and lustful. How did he do that to me?
I shook my head. It did not matter. I had won. He would now move on to easier conquests. Many years of watching the mating practices of the warrior had clearly shown them drawn to the path of least resistance. They would not pursuit once knocked back. Particularly these men, after all they only had a week in which to satisfy their every carnal craving so they could not afford to woo. At the end of the week they would be back with their wives and mothers and working the fields. A week was not long when you had as much lust as Lord Torc obviously had. No, he would be finding his pleasures with easier women tonight. He may flirt but I doubted that his ego would be brave enough to attempt another open invitation. I might be safe but some poor girl out there will not be.
I laughed softly as I remembered the impressive extent of his manhood. If that was a true representation then some impressionable girl would have trouble walking tomorrow! It was possible, even probably, that it was just an illusion, padded to give the impression of such a bulk. Again, laughing softly, I hoped for that careless girl’s sake it was. But if it was that size... my mind turned to the mechanics and wondered if it was even possible with something so large and how much it would hurt. But then I was naive when it came to these matters. The Kings wasn’t even a fraction of that and that... don’t think of that Maeb. Although I had seen others, the serving girls with their legs open as they welcomed ... Enough Maeb.
I climbed into my cold bed expecting to sleep. I closed my eyes and found my mind occupied with the image of him. His face so strong, his eyes dancing with their wicked intent, the shape of his lips smiling that half smile... Damn, I opened my eyes and turned and tossed myself into a different position. Again I tried to sleep this time as I closed my eyes I imaged the outline of his body. I imaged what it would be like to run my hand down his muscular chest over all the tight skin until it got to the short hair... Damn. Enough Maeb. My hand traced down my body, my breasts were ample and firm my abdomen tight and flat, my hips womanly and soft, then my fingers found wetness. I groaned as I explored the unfamiliar feelings.
NO! No, no ,NO! What are you doing Maeb! I yanked my hands out from under the covers and pulled the covers tight over me. There was definitely something wrong with me tonight. I was being so uncharacteristically weak.
My eyelids felt heavy. As I closed my eyes again I was positive that I could hear a soft chuckle, “Maybe I don’t want a serving girl, maybe I want you,” I pushed open my eyes in surprise. No one was there, but the voice was clear but not loud enough to pin point just a soft murmur, “You are strong but I am stronger.” Must be my imagination.
Sleep pulled me to it and I went willingly.
I woke with daylight flooding in open shutters. I was sure that I had shut them. But then again I was a little preoccupied last night. I closed my eyes and remembered my dreams. So erotic, where did those... images come from? I could not even guess. Well I suppose I had been speculating how one would make love to someone so massive, maybe my mind was just answering the question. But to consume him so graphically over and over again with so much enjoyment, in ways I had never previously considered? Weak, weak, weak!
My hand went down to my soft places as I questioned the memories of such shameless pleasure seeking and found that I was very wet and the slightest touch was enough to send my desires back to my dreams. My hand moved as if being coaxed against my will, it pushed and rubbed in a rhythm and I closed my eyes. In my mind I saw him. He was naked over me, his hard pulsating flesh sword pressing against me, his torso muscles flexed with the movement and his face was alive with his lust. His eyes bore into me as I knew him to be desperate in his need. He whispered his desires to me with soft murmured words as his hard chest brushed against my erect nipples. My breasts ached to push against his warmth. His hot hard sword then plunged deeply into my velvet sheath and that was all it took. I cried out in pure pleasure.
My hips stilled as my breath came in bursts. My soft flesh bud was swollen and I felt my hand to retake up the action and bring me to yet another vocal climax.
In that moment I wanted him so badly that I would have begged him for him. I wanted nothing more than to have him take me, conquer me and make me his slut. I would have done anything to have him thrust into me until his essence spilled into me and over me.
The tears started. I curled up in a small ball and cried. What was happening to me? Why was I torturing myself like this?
I was the Queen, married to the King. I was not free to wish or hope for an affair. To do so would condemn us both. I was the Queen. I was above such needs. I had to be above such needs.
I pulled myself from the bed and sat on the side.
I would see him again today. Would I blush? Would I see my dream lover? Would I weaken? Would I become like the serving girls and encourage him to take me under a table, against a wall, straddling him on a chair? Enough.
No. I would be strong. I was no serving girl. I would not become what I warned my ladies against. I would not dishonour myself.
I dressed to go and help with the cleanup of the Hall and start preparations for the next feast tonight. This week would be a week of nightly feasts, drinking and debauchery. It would be a long week for me.
I pushed up my sleeves as I inspected the hall checking that it was spotless.
“Good morning Queen Maeb,” a soft voice behind me made me jump.
I quickly turned and there he was standing too close. His beautiful mouth curled into the most alluring half smile as he looked down at me.
“Sleep well?” his eyes twinkled as they bore into me with his intensity.
I took a step back, away from him. He chuckled slightly, possibly at my astonished expression. Did he know?
“Fine, and you?” I shot back.
He chuckled again and his eyes flashed at me, “Umm yes, although it could have been better. I am not used to a cold bed.”
“Don’t tell me you failed to find a serving girl to your liking?” I laughed but also cringed at the same time. I shouldn’t be asking him this.
“No, I found no serving girls to my liking, I did take a liking to a certain head strong woman with the most beautiful breast I have ever seen,” he was fighting an enormous smile as his eyes ate into me and down to my breasts.
I took another step back away from him. My pulse sped up.
“You should stick to the serving girls, the woman here have unforgiving husbands,”
“Hmm, this particular one is sorely neglected by her husband, a wrong I hope to right.”
“You are incredible!”
“Thank you,” he smiled at me.
“That wasn’t a compliment. Are you really so arrogant to believe that every woman needs what you are offering?”
“Maeb, every woman should have at least one night of pure pleasure to call their own,” he said very seriously, “otherwise it would be a wasted life.”
I looked at him in indignant surprise. “Aren’t you just a saint? I can’t imagine the sacrifice you endure just to bring that little bit of joy into a woman’s life,” I rolled my eyes and turned away in disgusted. I was about to walk away when I felt the wave of desire evoke the needs of this morning. I took a sharp breath and I could feel him behind me again.
“Ohh, you are so strong, it just makes me want you even more. And I want you enough already. You must know a quiet place...”
“The serving girls will be back tonight,” I said through my clenched teeth. Then I forced myself to walk away. My legs almost buckled as I fought another surge in my desires. I made it out of the hall and collapsed leaning heavily against a wall out of sight from the courtyard.
I opened my eyes to find him standing in front of me. He leaned in on hand on either side of my face. He brought his face to mine and his lips touched my forehead and trailled down my face until they found my lips then they softly and gently caressed them. His body leaned into mine and I felt his hard desire. His hands went down to pull up my dress as his knees eased mine apart.
“No!” using all my strength I pushed him away and quickly spun out of his embrace. His face reflected his surprise. I did not hesitate I almost ran from him. I was in the kitchens before I stopped to get my breath. I sat at the heavy kitchen table and buried my face in my hands.
“You look like you could do with a drink,” a gentle female voice laughed.
“Ohh Joyce, you have no idea!” I sighed as she placed a hot cup of lemon tea in front of me.
“Maeb, I have been looking for you everywhere, we have a problem.” Aine came to sit with me.
“Just what I need, a problem,” I laughed.
“It’s these Twelve, as they call themselves. That Lord Torc’s followers, they are relentless. The women are falling like flies to them. Hell one of his men took both Flora and Hatty at the same time. I have rooms full of unslept in beds and girls with starry expressions. Those men were are at it all night and still looking for more in the early hours of this morning. “
“Damn!” I swore which caused the kitchen staff to stop and look at me. “They don’t drink Aine. The King laughed and said that it weakened their metal, he must have meant... Damn!” I closed my eyes and knew what was coming next.
“You have to talk to this Lord Torc and get him to call his men off.”
“No. I can’t do that,” I shook my head and closed my eyes. “The King would never allow me to be so rude to one of his guests and ... I can’t.”
“Please Maeb, he might be more reasonable. He left the hall alone last night and I have heard no stories about his... well you know, begetting.”
Ohh yes I know, I frowned. So he didn’t partake in the serving girls last night. Left alone...? That made no sense, especially given the state of his ... Enough!
“I can’t take that risk. Go to the herbalist Aine, make sure that all the girls take the potion, whether they want to or not. Everyday they will take the potion, I will find the gold to pay the herbalist. We can fake virginity to an eager husband but if any of them get pregnant... I don’t want any ruined over this. I don’t want him to have any satisfaction in our struggles.”
“Him, satisfaction, struggles?” Aine looked at me with a wary expression, “Please not...”
“That’s enough Aine,” I interrupted her before she made her speculation public. The kitchen staff were not discreet and Aine knew me too well. “You have your task. I have a feast to organise.”
I watched her leave before I closed my eyes and cradled my head. This should not be happening.