her
elbows. “Did you have some reason to disturb me without knocking, Helena?”
The girl nodded slowly.
“Well, spit it out,” she snapped.
Helena bobbed into a curtsey. “She’s here,
m’lady.”
With a snarl of rage, Nikia rolled out of
bed. She snatched her robe from where it lay over the footboard and thrust her
arms into it so violently the delicate silk shredded under the onslaught of her
fingernails. “That bastard.”
“Who, m’lady?” Helena’s dark eyes clearly
reflected her confusion.
“Nicodemus. How dare he bring her here?” Her
eyes narrowed. “Stupid bitch. She’ll be sorry she came.” She turned her head as
Sian moved from the bed. She lunged forward and buried her hands in the other
woman’s hair. Nikia dragged her from the bed, ignoring her cry of pain when her
knees hit the stone floor with a dull thud. “You aren’t finished,” she hissed.
As Sian knelt before her and returned her
mouth to her pussy, Nikia beckoned the young maid closer. She didn’t miss the
girl’s hesitation, and the fear only added to her ire. When Helena was close
enough, she slapped her. “Be quick when I summon you.”
Tears sparkled in her eyes, and she cupped
her cheek as she nodded.
“Have you seen her?”
“Yes, m’lady. Sian’s mother says she’s the
very image of Katrine.” She bowed her head. “I’ve been assigned to serve her.”
She cringed, bringing her arms up to shield her face, evidently expecting a
reprimand.
Instead, Nikia caressed her cheek, the same
one she had slapped. “Excellent. You’ll keep an eye on the bitch-princess for
me, until I can deal with her.”
“Yes, m’lady.” She sounded uncertain as she
lowered her arms.
Nikia tangled her hand in the girl’s tightly
bound hair, pulling her closer. When her lips were near Helena’s, she
whispered, “Serve the wench, but remember who your mistress is.”
Helena swallowed audibly. “O-of course,
m’lady.”
She stiffened as Sian’s tongue brought her
to orgasm. Nikia’s fingernails dug into the young girl’s flesh, and she smiled
when Helena winced. She bucked her hips against Sian’s face, and slowly the
pleasure faded.
She pulled Helena closer, pressing her mouth
to the soft, full lips of the young woman. Nikia ignored her resistance. She
kept the kiss light and soon lifted her head. Her eyes bored into Helena’s.
“You belong to me, don’t you, Helena?”
Tears splashed down her cheeks as she
nodded.
“Good girl.” She dropped her hand from
behind Helena’s head and brought her fingers to her mouth. She licked away all
traces of the blood she’d drawn. Then she looked down at Sian, who awaited
permission to leave her post. “You may rise. I suddenly have the urge to dine
with my dear father. Help me prepare.”
Sian got up from the floor and rushed into
the bathroom. The sound of running water soon reached the bedroom.
She turned toward the bathroom, but stopped
in mid-step. She turned her head to look at Helena. “Be sure your service
pleases me, girl.”
Helena nodded. “I live to serve you,
m’lady.” Her voice was shaky as she repeated the ancient phrase.
She licked her lips, eyeing the girl’s full
bosom. “Not yet, but soon.” She swept into the bathroom, leaving the girl behind
her. She could sense her fear and reluctance, and it aroused her again. No
conquest was so sweet as one who started out unwilling.
She dropped the robe and stepped into the
bath. Bubbles frothed on the surface of the water and hid her breasts when she
leaned back in the spacious tub. Sian perched on the rim of the tub, holding a
natural sponge. She smiled at her, while imagining how sweet Helena’s pussy
would taste. Sian’s neediness was growing tiresome, and she was ready for a
change.
Once she did away with Valdemeer’s heir and
ridded herself of the old man, she would celebrate her ascension by
inaugurating the young woman as her new companion. If the girl resisted, so
much the better. She
elbows. “Did you have some reason to disturb me without knocking, Helena?”
The girl nodded slowly.
“Well, spit it out,” she snapped.
Helena bobbed into a curtsey. “She’s here,
m’lady.”
With a snarl of rage, Nikia rolled out of
bed. She snatched her robe from where it lay over the footboard and thrust her
arms into it so violently the delicate silk shredded under the onslaught of her
fingernails. “That bastard.”
“Who, m’lady?” Helena’s dark eyes clearly
reflected her confusion.
“Nicodemus. How dare he bring her here?” Her
eyes narrowed. “Stupid bitch. She’ll be sorry she came.” She turned her head as
Sian moved from the bed. She lunged forward and buried her hands in the other
woman’s hair. Nikia dragged her from the bed, ignoring her cry of pain when her
knees hit the stone floor with a dull thud. “You aren’t finished,” she hissed.
As Sian knelt before her and returned her
mouth to her pussy, Nikia beckoned the young maid closer. She didn’t miss the
girl’s hesitation, and the fear only added to her ire. When Helena was close
enough, she slapped her. “Be quick when I summon you.”
Tears sparkled in her eyes, and she cupped
her cheek as she nodded.
“Have you seen her?”
“Yes, m’lady. Sian’s mother says she’s the
very image of Katrine.” She bowed her head. “I’ve been assigned to serve her.”
She cringed, bringing her arms up to shield her face, evidently expecting a
reprimand.
Instead, Nikia caressed her cheek, the same
one she had slapped. “Excellent. You’ll keep an eye on the bitch-princess for
me, until I can deal with her.”
“Yes, m’lady.” She sounded uncertain as she
lowered her arms.
Nikia tangled her hand in the girl’s tightly
bound hair, pulling her closer. When her lips were near Helena’s, she
whispered, “Serve the wench, but remember who your mistress is.”
Helena swallowed audibly. “O-of course,
m’lady.”
She stiffened as Sian’s tongue brought her
to orgasm. Nikia’s fingernails dug into the young girl’s flesh, and she smiled
when Helena winced. She bucked her hips against Sian’s face, and slowly the
pleasure faded.
She pulled Helena closer, pressing her mouth
to the soft, full lips of the young woman. Nikia ignored her resistance. She
kept the kiss light and soon lifted her head. Her eyes bored into Helena’s.
“You belong to me, don’t you, Helena?”
Tears splashed down her cheeks as she
nodded.
“Good girl.” She dropped her hand from
behind Helena’s head and brought her fingers to her mouth. She licked away all
traces of the blood she’d drawn. Then she looked down at Sian, who awaited
permission to leave her post. “You may rise. I suddenly have the urge to dine
with my dear father. Help me prepare.”
Sian got up from the floor and rushed into
the bathroom. The sound of running water soon reached the bedroom.
She turned toward the bathroom, but stopped
in mid-step. She turned her head to look at Helena. “Be sure your service
pleases me, girl.”
Helena nodded. “I live to serve you,
m’lady.” Her voice was shaky as she repeated the ancient phrase.
She licked her lips, eyeing the girl’s full
bosom. “Not yet, but soon.” She swept into the bathroom, leaving the girl behind
her. She could sense her fear and reluctance, and it aroused her again. No
conquest was so sweet as one who started out unwilling.
She dropped the robe and stepped into the
bath. Bubbles frothed on the surface of the water and hid her breasts when she
leaned back in the spacious tub. Sian perched on the rim of the tub, holding a
natural sponge. She smiled at her, while imagining how sweet Helena’s pussy
would taste. Sian’s neediness was growing tiresome, and she was ready for a
change.
Once she did away with Valdemeer’s heir and
ridded herself of the old man, she would celebrate her ascension by
inaugurating the young woman as her new companion. If the girl resisted, so
much the better. She
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