Chapter 51
Guinevere
I look back at the wagon following behind our royal carriage just to reassure myself my gargoyles are safe and sound. I was a little anxious watching them loaded this morning, but I wanted this to be a surprise.
We pass the final guard tower in the middle of the afternoon. The summer sun is hottest in the afternoon, and I push the window open wider to let in more air. As we pass, the guards raise the flags and the men lean over the battlements to watch.
Arriving at Havenrock before dusk the day we set out feels unbelievable, but the paved road now runs all the way between here and Blackthorn, making the journey much faster.
It has been too long since I had a chance to visit.
Royal duties have kept me busy. Meeting delegations from Dolmire and Staibina, negotiating trade deals for the sale of all the timber cleared from the woods, proved a more onerous task than I could have anticipated.
I am longing for a week of rest and peace, alone save for Alaric and my gargoyles.
Alaric draws his stallion close with a smile. “Not a monster in sight all the way from the keep.”
“I am sure the people are happy, but I hope there are still some deep in what remains of the woods. It would not feel right to have cleared the land of them completely.”
He scoffs. “I am not sure the deer will thank you for that. Nor the rabbits.”
The coachman draws the carriage to a halt. “Your Majesty, are you certain you want us to leave you here?”
I smother a laugh as Alaric dismounts to open my door, and I step down and get my first look at my second home.
Havenrock is as ramshackle as ever, vines growing up the walls, pieces crumbling from broken battlements.
But in the center of it all, my tower stands proudly. “Oh, I am certain, thank you.”
“What about the gargoyles?”
I grin. “Unload them in the courtyard very carefully.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
The men start unloading trunks and boxes, while four of the strongest guards move each gargoyle with some effort. I didn’t realize how much the housekeeper packed, for as the boxes are unloaded, I spot chairs and fine rugs and even the frame of my bed, taken from my royal chambers.
I stop them. “I won’t need half of this. You may return it to Blackthorn and thank Robards. This week I am not queen.”
Alaric leans close. “Just our princess.”
I have to hide the wicked smile that curves the corners of my mouth at the reminder of my plans. “Hush or you will miss out on your surprise,” I tell him.
He only laughs, but he goes to help unload our three most precious things.
The final carriage in our train arrives as the last of the things are being packed back onto the wagon, and I rush to greet the master stonemason.
He groans as he is handed down from the carriage and shakes out sore limbs.
“I am not as young as I once was, Your Majesty. I hope there are not many stairs—” He looks up in surprise and breaks off, adjusting his glasses down his nose as he squints at the castle ruins.
“Well you weren’t joking when you said ruins. ”
“I was not. There is one statue in particular I want you to look at. A very precious statue. I wonder if it can be repaired.”
“Take me to it.”
We lead him through the courtyard to the place beneath the statue of Garruche. “Hmmm. Perhaps. It is possible. I would need to take a closer look. There’s no guarantee. It is delicate work, but I could try.”
“Thank you, master. It would be a great favor to me if you would.”
He nods to me, then paces the courtyard, walking around to look at the statue from various angles. “Well have it brought down. I will need the proper equipment. It will have to be transported back to Blackthorn.”
“Right away.” I call the men and they set up a pulley system to bring Garruche down and load him onto the wagon.
I glance at the sky. Above the remaining trees it’s dusty pink, the blush of dusk. I smile. I have work to do, but I don’t want Alaric to see.
I find him in the courtyard watching as the last of the things is loaded. “Wait for me in the tower.”
A grin creeps over his face, but he knows better than to ask questions when this tone is in my voice. “Yes, princess. Shall I take up your trunks?”
“No, not yet.”
When I’m certain he’s not watching, I hurry to the trunk with my clothing and open it. On top of my things I placed three pretty half corsets, made from the finest most materials and decorated with the finest lace. I had them specially made to fit a male shape, rather than a female shape.
I’m sure the women from Ber who stitched them were scandalized at my order, but the result is perfect. I lift the soft pink garment from the top of the pile and walk over to Corvin who stands closest to me. “You’re going to look so good my beautiful boys.”
They say nothing, of course. They’re still frozen.
It isn’t long before they stir. Raban’s wings are the first to unfurl. He looks down at himself then up at me as a grin spreads over his face. “What is this?”
I run my hand down his side and over his hip where the hem of the short garment finishes. “Something to make you feel pretty. Do you like it?”
He smooths his hands over the fabric where it is wrapped tight around his belly. “Very much.”
The tight fit of the corset makes his taut waist even slimmer and gives him the appearance of an hourglass shape. It makes the bulge at his front stand out as well. I love the way the low top leaves his nipples exposed.
The moment is somewhat spoiled by three very excited hounds who wake and tumble over themselves to jump on us and lick every inch of skin they can reach.
When the others have woken and we have settled the hounds and set them hunting mice in the courtyard, I return to my trunks and take out the length of pink ribbon I cut for each gargoyle.
“Princess, whatever are you planning?” Corvin asks with a wicked grin.
I beckon him over, tying ribbon around his thighs and cock and balls. “You make such pretty gifts.”
His cock jumps in my hand and I smile. “Do we?”
“You know you do. And I know someone who will appreciate you just as much as I do.”
I lead them up the stairs to our tower room where Alaric is waiting, carrying with me a small wooden box with the last surprise. “My lord, I have three pretty gifts for you.”
Alaric sits, propping himself up on his elbow to look over the three gargoyles.
I can’t help but admire the shape of him stretched out on the bed, beautifully toned and hard in all the places I love to bite and tease.
He is certainly hard in one very important place, and with my gaze I trace the familiar shape of his thick cock with pleasure.
“Gifts fit for a queen, but what have I done to deserve such a pleasure?”
I smile at him. “You know very well you please me very much.”
I direct my three beautiful boys to stand ready for Alaric’s inspection and watch as he walks from the bed to circle them slowly, tweaking at peaked nipples, running his hands over their firm asses.
His voice is low and hungry when he speaks next.
“I do like these gifts. Beautiful. How shall I use them?”
Raban’s tail swishes and his indrawn breath is audible.
Alaric goes to him, cupping his cheek and tilting his chin up until Raban looks up into his eyes. He parts the gargoyle’s lips with his thumb, and Raban groans. “This pretty girl seems very eager to please.”
I giggle at the way Raban responds to Alaric’s words, sucking on his thumb. Looking as if he wants to melt into my tall, strong huntsman. “I think you should definitely make good use of her. You start while these other pretty maids help get me ready.”
Alaric leads Raban to the bed, and I hand my box to Corvin and instruct évandre to remove my clothing.
Once I’ve stepped out of the last undergarment, Corvin hands me the leather harness he crafted for me.
We have fitted it before, but stepping into the leather and lifting it to my hips feels especially exhilarating when I’m anticipating Alaric’s reaction.
It’s Raban who catches sight of me first with the firm wooden cock in place between my legs, securely fastened there with the fitted leather.
He gasps and pulls back from sucking Alaric’s cock, making Alaric turn to look as well. There’s a thick heady silence for a long moment as they stare.
Raban makes a choked whimper. “Princess! I didn’t think it was possible for you to be more perfect.”
Alaric’s appreciation is far more succinct. “Fuck.”
I laugh. I’ve never felt more sexy, more like a queen. “Carry on. I want to watch.”
They return to their play with renewed energy, and soon all four of them are on the bed, arranged so that Alaric kneels over the bed to penetrate Raban from behind even as évandre sucks Raban from below and Corvin takes évandre into his mouth while Raban sucks him.
Alaric shivers as I run my nails down his back. His rhythm falters. I tease at his hole with my fingers and his head falls forward. “I have dreamed of you doing this to me again,” he says. “But I never imagined—” I thrust a single finger inside him and he moans. “It suits you, princess.”
My pussy throbs. It does suit me. I’ve never felt more like me than when I stood before my mirror in the palace and looked at myself in the harness Corvin made.
I work Alaric as he fucks Raban, opening him up slowly. Finally I add another finger already thinking about the moment I’ll slide my cock inside him. How will it feel to fuck him this way? To fuck him the way he fucks the others?
Carefully, I take the little vial of oil and pour a bit onto the end of the wooden shaft. Then I fit it to his opening and whisper, “You are doing so well. You are going to take my cock, are you not?”
Alaric lets out a breathy sigh. “Yes, princess.”
He arches his back as I thrust a little way inside.
He’s still very tight. I withdraw and try again, and this time I’m able to push deeper.
I’ve grown used to fucking them with my fingers, but this feels different.
I have no sensation in the shaft, of course, so I must rely on my other senses to tell me how fast to move, how far to push.
He groans when I work the shaft deep, and once I have it all the way, I stroke his back.
The moans from the others increase in tempo. Corvin lifts his head from évandre’s cock and replaces it with his hand so he can watch as I pull back and thrust into Alaric.
Oh this is magnificent. I adjust my footing and grip his hips, and soon I’ve found a steady rhythm. I love watching the way it disappears inside him over and over again.
My pussy is impossibly slick. My nipples are taut and my belly is tense with need.
The sensation of rocking my hips drives me right to the edge though there’s nothing touching my pussy.
It’s a phantom touch, an imagined feeling, and I can’t tell if it’s centered inside me or in the shaft attached to me.
With a groan, évandre erupts in Corvin’s hand. Moments later the others are shaking on the edge of their own climaxes. I drive into Alaric faster, clawing at his back, urging him on. “I want your pleasure.”
He groans. His hips snap forward. I match my movements with his, plunging the shaft deep into his ass, and he shudders.
Raban and Corvin moan around the cocks in their mouths. Then Alaric lets out a long, desperate sound I’ve never heard him make before. He collapses forward, bracing on his hands over Raban and Corvin.
I work Alaric slowly and gently through his orgasm until he begs me to stop.
Then I withdraw and, with regret, set aside the harness.
The others are waiting on the bed when I turn back to them, Raban curled into Alaric’s arms and Corvin and évandre on either side.
They make such a beautiful picture that I hesitate for a moment at the edge of the bed.
Then I crawl over Alaric’s face and look down at him. “Did you like my presents?”
He laughs softly. “Very much. I liked you fucking me most of all. Did you enjoy yourself?”
Reaching down, I part my lower lips with my fingers so he can clearly see how wet I am. “What do you think?”
His gaze flicks to my pussy as if drawn by magic, and his tongue runs over his lips. “I think you should let me take care of you, princess.
The others sit eagerly, caressing my body, and I lower my pussy to Alaric’s mouth with a sigh.
His arms curve around my hips to hold me close. Corvin and évandre’s tongues and teeth play with my nipples. Raban sits up on his knees to kiss me.
It’s like this that I have my pleasure, surrounded with my beautiful loves. I burst as Alaric laps at my pussy, crying out and rolling my hips to drag my orgasm on and on until I’m done and my belly is tight and my limbs tingle.
I sink into their arms and am held close and petted by many hands.
How could I have guessed that my dreams for freedom would be answered in such a way?
And yet I’m not sure it was freedom I was really searching for.
Held and loved and cherished by my lovers, I’ve never been more committed and steady and yet I’ve never been more certain of having exactly what I want.
THE END
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