Dorian The Everlasting Ch. 07

Foreword:

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This is the 7th chapter of my series, Dorian the Everlasting. If you're new to the story, I highly recommend starting from Chapter 1 for the best experience.

I hope you enjoy this installment--happy reading!

Chapter 7 - A performance to remember

There truly is no better way to awake, after a deep sleep, than to have a beautiful woman sucking on your cock. That was exactly what I woke up to. Opening my eyes, I found my greedy first concubine, Sonya, devouring my cock.

She looked up as I awoke. "Good, you're awake. I need you one last time."

She climbed up and smoothly aligned my cock to her wet pussy and sat down, impaling herself immediately. "Oh, fuck. this cock is amazing. I never knew I would love sex so much." she babbled.

Still waking up from a wonderful slumber, I surrendered to the beautiful warrior goddess and enjoyed the sensation of her tight pussy repeatedly engulfing my cock. I watched her tits bounce, as with closed eyes, she moaned in pleasure.

Soon, she was rutting on my cock, and soon after that, we both shared in a beautiful morning climax. I shared a quick cleaning dip in the bath with both Sonya and Katarina, before I left to start my day.

As I approached the common area of the harem, the melodic strains of a harp reached my ears, each note played with expert precision. Smiling, I stepped into the spacious room and found Louisa seated gracefully at the harp, clad in a sheer white robe that left little to the imagination. The thin, ethereal fabric displayed her every curve.

The sunlight was streaming through a nearby window and caught her wavy, copper hair, setting it aglow and highlighting her striking green eyes. The dazzling display was only enhanced by the heart-stopping smile she gave me as her gaze met mine.

"Good morning, my lord," she said, fingers never faltering on the strings.

"Good morning, Louisa," I replied, returning her smile warmly.

"I trust you slept well--and I imagine your morning has been... eventful," she added with a mischievous grin, her eyes sparkling with playful intent.

I chuckled, appreciating her candor. "Indeed, it has. Thank you. And how was your first night in your new home?"

She finished the final notes of her melody, the sound lingering in the air as she stood. Her sheer robe shifted with her movements, offering a tantalizing glimpse of the beauty beneath. She approached me with confident grace, her delicate hand brushing the exposed portion of my tunic as her gaze locked with mine.

"I must confess," she said, her voice a sultry whisper, "my sleep was restless... my thoughts were filled with you... anticipating our first night together."

Taking her hand in mine, I pressed a gentle kiss to her knuckles. "Do not fret, my dear, I will see you soon. Await word from Lady Cassandra--I've planned something special for you."

Her cheeks flushed slightly as she giggled, biting her lower lip in a way that was both innocent and inviting. Stepping back, she curtsied, the movement doing wondrous things to her sheer outfit. "I await your pleasure with bated breath, my lord."

With a flirtatious sway of her hips, she turned and sauntered back to her harp. My gaze lingered for a moment, drawn to the subtle, hypnotic movement of her figure, as she settled once more into her seat. The soft strains of her harp resumed, weaving an enchanting melody that followed me as I departed the harem quarters.

As the warm morning light streamed into the dining hall, I made my way through the room, greeting the gathered nobles and my family with practiced ease. The air was filled with the scent of freshly baked bread, cured meats, and sweet jams, mingling with the lively hum of conversation. My eyes immediately sought out Cladia, who stood at her father's side, looking poised yet slightly nervous, amidst the bustling morning scene.

Standing tall, I approached Duke Eimon De'Rolla, extending a hand and clasping his forearm in a firm grip. "Duke Eimon, good morning. I trust you and your daughter had a restful night."

Eimon gave a hearty chuckle, his Northern brogue adding a gruff charm to his words. "Aye, lad, though I can't say we're used to such southern comforts. My daughter was well pleased with both your library and gardens."

Cladia blushed at her father's remark, but I offered her a warm smile. "Lady Cladia, it's a pleasure to see you this morning. I am pleased to hear you are finding your soon-to-be new home to your liking."

She curtsied gracefully, her pale cheeks tinged with a soft pink. Her soft Northern accent, lilting and charming, added a melodic quality to her voice that was hard to ignore. "Thank you, Duke Dorian. Everything has been wonderful. Your hospitality is most gracious."

Arla, ever perceptive, stood and approached us. She placed a gentle hand on Cladia's arm and gestured to an empty seat beside her. "Lady Cladia, come, sit with me. Let us get to know one another better. I'm sure you must have questions about life here."

Cladia looked to her father, who gave her an encouraging nod. "Go on, lass. Best to learn the ways of your new home."

As Cladia settled beside Arla, I turned back to Eimon. "Shall we take a moment to discuss matters of the North, Duke Eimon? I wish to understand which houses we can rely on, in these troubling times."

The large, burly man stroked his thick, golden-beaded beard thoughtfully. "Aye, that's a conversation worth having. The North is a harsh land, lad, but we De'Rollos know where the loyalties lie."

I guided him to a quieter corner of the table, where we could speak more privately. Over plates of hearty fare, we discussed the intricate web of alliances, feuds, and opportunities among the Northern houses. Eimon's insights were invaluable, his words painting a vivid picture of the challenges and strengths of the realm's northern reaches.

Meanwhile, I couldn't help but notice how Arla and Cladia were already deep in conversation. Arla's warmth and easy charm put Cladia at ease, her initial nerves melting into a more confident demeanor. Seated nearby, Cylvia chimed in occasionally, her youthful curiosity adding a lighthearted touch to their exchange. The silver-haired beauty caught my gaze, her returning smile bringing a slight blush to her cheeks before she turned back to the conversation.

The children, seated at a separate table, were buzzing with excitement about the arrival of their new 'aunts'. Their chatter about upcoming lessons and their plans for the day added a cheerful backdrop to the morning's proceedings.

After my discussion with Eimon, I made time to meet with Duke Corlen May'Shire, father of Sonya and Katarina May'Shire--my first two concubines. The significance of his offering was not lost on me, and it was clear that a strategic alliance would benefit both our houses.

Once we were seated, I addressed him directly. "Corlen, your daughters are remarkable women--a testament to the strength and grace of House May'Shire. Their place in my household signifies more than just a personal bond; it forges a new connection between our houses, one that should be reflected in our dealings."

Corlen inclined his head, his expression shrewd yet open. "Duke Dorian, I appreciate your kind words, and I agree--our newly established ties create immense opportunities to strengthen our alliance further. If I may ask, which dealings, in particular, have your focus?"

Leaning forward slightly, I ensured my tone conveyed both respect and intent. "Your agricultural exports rely heavily on our canals and rivers to reach the wealthy markets of the Crown Lands and the southern kingdoms. The tariffs we impose for using those waterways are substantial--and for good reason. The canals of Tur'Ruk Valley are a marvel of engineering, and their upkeep is no small matter. However, for allies of our house and duchy, I propose replacing those tariffs with a fair, fixed fee per shipment.

"Furthermore, with the looming conflict ahead, I seek to formalize an alliance between our houses--one that ensures we stand together in the battles to come."

A gleam of understanding lit Corlen's eyes, and the beginnings of a smile tugged at his lips. "Your offer is intriguing. I believe we can come to a suitable agreement. That said, with the markets of the Crown Lands in turmoil--and their future uncertain--it may be wise to take this a step further. What if we established a unified operation, perhaps even a guild? If our duchies negotiate prices together, we could wield greater influence and secure higher profits from trade with the southern kingdoms."

We sealed the terms in principle, and as the morning drew to a close, I looked around the table with quiet satisfaction. The bonds between our families were visibly strengthening, and the groundwork for future alliances had been laid with care. Surrounded by kin, with the promise of newfound unity before me, I was reminded of all that I fought to protect.

I spent much of the day conferring with both Duke Eimon and Duke Corlen, finalizing the details of our respective agreements. My discussions with Duke Eimon centered on establishing standards for military communication, contingency plans, and overarching strategies. He seemed genuinely impressed by the level of foresight I had devoted to preparing for a potential conflict with the Queen--and with any opportunistic lords who might exploit the brewing civil strife. Eimon assured me that, given recent developments, the North would stand united against any attempt by the Crown Lands to subjugate them.

I cautioned him, however, that the Queen would not shy away from morally unethical tactics. Assassination, sabotage, and betrayal were all in her arsenal. Drawing on my own experiences with treachery during the sieges of Harvest Hall and Ravens Rock, I advised him to remain vigilant. In particular, I stressed the importance of keeping an eye on lesser lords who had historically been overlooked or slighted; such individuals could easily become pawns of the Crown, lured by promises of power or riches.

Beyond military matters, we spoke at length about renewed trade opportunities. Though our lands are separated by potentially hostile fiefdoms, we agreed that commerce might still be secured by sea. Ships could take the western route around the continent, then sail east to the northern port of Kor'Haven--a duchy on good terms with House De'Rollo. This route, while long, promised safer passage and opened the door to valuable new markets, ensuring that both our lands could flourish despite the turbulent times ahead.

We also explored an alternative route through the western duchies, where riverways were well-established and land-based trading routes led to the North. Though this path was shorter, it came with additional tariffs and would require agreements with the houses that ruled those lands--most notably, House Ja'Vez.

Duke Eimon grinned as he mentioned his unmarried son, a promising match for Duke Diego Ja'Vez's firstborn daughter, Marcia, who stood to inherit her father's lands. He also noted that Duke Diego had a much younger daughter, born to his second wife, who was said to be both beautiful and quick-witted. At about the same age as my firstborn son, she could one day be a suitable wife for him--especially considering he was heir to Harvest Hall and would require a match befitting his station.

With our strategy for trade and marriage alliances thus outlined, Duke Eimon and I concluded our meeting. We parted with a clearer understanding of how our houses would move forward, bolstered by our shared interest in consolidating power and navigating the looming threat of the Crown.

From there, I turned my attention to Duke Corlen. We spent the remainder of the day finalizing the finer points of our trading agreement and establishing expectations for mutual military preparedness. Our conversation naturally shifted to the possibility of shipping goods through the western duchies, prompting us to negotiate the fixed passage fee for trading vessels. We also negotiated the initial establishment of a 'Southern Produce Guild', whereby we would unify our negotiation power with the southern realms while our trading within the borders of the kingdom would remain unchanged for the most part. Though the details were intricate--typical of tax law--it was clear that laying this meticulous groundwork would serve both our interests well in the future.

The weeks to come saw my scribes drafting the necessary provisions, transforming verbal promises into codified agreements that would stand the test of time. Through these alliances--secured by trade, marriage, and military cooperation--our duchies inched ever closer to the strength needed to weather the Queen's ambitions and preserve our rightful autonomy.

My morning concluded with a series of simpler meetings involving the three bannermen, who had offered their daughters for my harem. We settled on slight tax reductions for a limited period, coupled with reminders of their obligations toward our ongoing military and economic preparations. They readily agreed, thanking me for the gracious adjustments.

Afterward, I rejoined Duke Eimon De'Rollo, his family, and Duke Corlen May'Shire for lunch. Following the meal, I took a stroll in the gardens with Cladia, under the watchful eye of a discreet chaperone. Our conversation flowed with ease; she displayed both keen intelligence and wide-ranging interests. By the walk's end, I felt certain my intuition about her suitability as a wife had been correct. The brief, sweet kiss she offered held a promise of deeper affection yet to come.

With the wedding feast planned for the end of the following week, I issued invitations to the prominent figures within my duchy, as well as to Duke Jamis of House Ko'Era--ruler of Era'Token, the remaining southern duchy. My aim was to formalize a southern coalition, binding the three southern dukes together in a robust alliance that could stand firm against the Queen.

In the late afternoon, I spent time sparring with my son Dario, wielding little more than wooden practice swords. Our exercises focused on building strength, balance, and the purposeful movement essential for a true blade. When we finished, I turned my attention to the growing stack of correspondence. Chief among these letters were those destined for the eastern and western dukes, each carefully composed to cultivate alliances or, at the very least, secure their neutrality in the turmoil that seemed all but inevitable.

The evening soon arrived, and dinner was served. I sat next to my intended, Cladia, and discovered her passion for riding--a shared excitement I was more than happy to indulge. When I proposed a ride through the vineyards the following day, she agreed eagerly, her eyes alight with anticipation.

Once dinner concluded, I bid goodnight to my guests and family, then made my way toward the harem quarters. In particular, I headed for the parlor, where Louisa waited for me--ready to share our first night together.

***

The parlor of the Harem Quarters was designed with an elegant, raised dais where performers could captivate a small audience. Entering this intimate space, I found Mistress Cassandra waiting for me, her poise and easy confidence reflecting years of service in her esteemed role.

She greeted me with a warm smile and a light kiss on the cheek, a customary show of affection that underscored our closeness. I remembered the many nights we'd shared, her expertise guiding me toward the skills and demeanor required of a lord with a flourishing harem.

"Cassandra," I said in a low tone, returning her smile. "Have all the arrangements been made as I requested? I trust I was clear."

She inclined her head, her eyes shining. "Yes, my lord. Your off-duty personal guard will arrive as instructed, and the visiting mistresses are on their way. I've acquired the props you specified, and all is prepared for Louisa's performance."

My anticipation stirred as I imagined the evening ahead. The parlor, adorned with plush seating and subtle, seductive lighting, would serve as the perfect venue for Louisa's debut--one carefully crafted to ensure her talents shone and our first night together became a memory worth treasuring.

Soon enough, my personal guard--eight of my most skilled and loyal men, all noble men of character and respect--filed into the parlor. They bowed in unison, and I inclined my head in acknowledgement.

"Men," I began, my voice echoing in the intimate space, "thank you for indulging me this night. My concubine, Louisa, is a gifted performer and desires an appreciative audience. As my most trusted soldiers, I've chosen to grant you the privilege of witnessing her skill and beauty."

I gestured to a nearby table, where an assortment of masquerade masks lay in neat rows. "Please select a mask," I instructed, "and then take your seats. This performance is for Lady Louisa's benefit, and you are to acknowledge her talent and respect her station. This is not a tavern and she is not some common performer. You will limit your appreciation of her performance to applause. Above all, it is important that she is not made aware of your identity. As far as you are concerned, you were never here. Once the performance concludes, you'll be escorted from the Harem Quarters and may enjoy the remainder of your off-duty evening as you see fit."

They placed their hands over their hearts and responded in unison, "Yes, my lord," before each guard chose a mask and took a seat.

A few moments later, Mistress Cassandra returned to the parlor, accompanied by four other women--Mistresses of Pleasure representing Houses De'Rollo, May'Shire, Tyr'Shin, Dir'Athon, and Ba'Reef. These refined older women, each with an air of practiced confidence, selected their own masks and settled into the arranged chairs.

Everything was in place. I met Cassandra's gaze and gave a brief nod, indicating that all was ready. She stepped out, only to return shortly with Louisa in tow. Draped in a flowing red satin robe and wearing a blindfold, Louisa was guided gently toward the small stage.

I moved close enough for her to sense my presence without revealing the onlookers. Leaning in, I whispered, "Good evening, Louisa."

She started slightly at the sound of my voice. "My lord? I... I don't understand," she said, her tone a blend of excitement and confusion.

"You'll be performing for me and... my guests," I said softly, giving her a moment to absorb my words.

She tilted her head, her face turning toward the faint sound of people shifting in their seats. "Your... guests?" she echoed, uncertainty lacing her voice.

"Yes," I replied, letting my hand linger near her cheek. "I know the idea of having an audience excites you and perhaps even arouses you. So... I've arranged this performance for you." I brushed my thumb gently across her soft lips.

Her breath hitched, and she gave a delicate shiver. "I... what would you like me to perform, my lord?"

I smiled at her directness. "You're standing on the small stage in the parlor. In front of you, you'll find a lute, a violin, and a piano. I want you to perform five compositions--arias, if you will--that you've mastered. You may choose any instrument for each piece, but there is one stipulation..."

She shuddered slightly. "Yes, my lord?" she asked, her breath catching.

"I request that after you've performed five of your finest pieces," I said softly, my thumb brushing across her cheek, "you sing an aria for me. Not just any aria, but the one you love most. Is that acceptable, my dear?"

Her lips parted, and she swallowed. "It is, my lord. I am honored to perform for you and your guests."

Gently, I reached behind her head and untied the blindfold. "Good. Take a few moments to plan your performance. Once you're ready, remove your robe and begin."

Her eyes fluttered open, adjusting to the dim light. She blinked, taking in the shadows of fifteen masked figures seated just beyond the small stage, the warm glow of sheltered candles revealing only outlines. Her gaze flicked back to me in surprise. "Remove my robe... in front of everyone? Who are they?"

I cupped her chin, meeting her gaze. "Your mistress--and mine--are here among them. The rest will remain a mystery. Does that concern you?"

She breathed in, a hint of nerves and excitement dancing in her eyes. "No, my lord. I'm... excited by the prospect."

I smiled, leaning in to kiss her gently. "Perform well for me, Louisa, and you shall be rewarded."

"I won't disappoint you, my lord," she said, determinedly.

I smiled. "I have no doubt."

I took my seat at the very front of the small audience area, the sole chair illuminated enough for Louisa to see me watching her every move. The rest of the parlor remained cloaked in dim lighting, the masked figures shrouded in flickering candlelight.

Louisa stood still for a moment on the stage, her breath coming in shallow, anticipatory waves. With an almost ceremonial grace, she gathered her composure, her posture straightening as she turned her attention to the instruments laid out before her-- a violin, a lute, and a piano.

First, she tested the violin's strings, gently tightening each peg until the instrument emitted the perfect resonance. Satisfied, she gave the lute's wooden belly a gentle knock, checking for proper tone, and ran her fingers over its strings to confirm it was in tune. Lastly, she moved to the piano, pressing a few keys, listening intently, and making minor adjustments with the mechanical levers at its side--a specialized design from Fenoa that allowed for subtle on-the-spot tuning.

Clearing her throat softly, Louisa began a few measured vocal exercises. Each note glided upward, then descended, showing her remarkable control and range. A quick rub of her palms along her arms seemed to gather her courage, and she finally stood.

Slowly, she slipped the satin robe from her shoulders, revealing an exquisite red sheer lingerie bodysuit. A hush descended over the room as she carefully laid the robe aside. Her amazing body and graceful movements were heart-stopping in their beauty. I felt my ardor rise in anticipation of what was to come.

She sauntered over and picked up the violin. Looking at the crowd, she placed the violin at her chin and started her first performance of the evening.

Her first piece was an uplifting violin composition. I immediately identified it as Aurora di Fiamma, a well-known composition from Fenoa, one that was written during a time of great celebration. The melody began bright and spirited, evoking a feeling of joy and celebration--sharp, staccato notes dancing like flickering flames. As the piece progressed, the intensity grew. Louisa's bow sang across the strings with such precision that the audience could almost feel the warmth of a Fenoan dawn washing over them.

Her body moved with practiced grace that came from hours of practice, honing her skill and incredible talent. As her performance reached its inevitable end, the collection of guests clapped in applause. The beautiful woman smiled breathlessly and bowed in recognition of the crowd's ovation.

When the applause ended, she addressed, "My dear guests, as some of you might have recognized that piece as Aurora di Fiamma. It is one of the first compositions I was taught. The next piece, Sogni di Ghiaccio, has a very different feeling to it, and I hope you will enjoy it."

Without pause, she flowed into a second violin piece, a slow, hauntingly beautiful lament rumored to have been composed in the northern mountains of Fenoa. Her bow then moved more languidly, drawing out each note, the gentle vibrato suggesting an undercurrent of longing. The music conjured images of moonlit frost, melancholy, and quiet wonder. Louisa's technique shone in the subtle dynamics--soft passages rising into piercing, emotional peaks before receding like an ebbing tide.

Her eyes, then closed, had her surrendering to the spell bounding music she was creating purely out of memory. The moving melody gripped the hearts of the small audience who gave her their rapt attention. The performance ended, and like before, I stood up and clapped in applause, joined by the other guests.

She smiled her radiant smile and bowed, her revealing attire giving everyone a view of her elegant beauty. Setting the violin aside, Louisa approached the lute, taking a moment to run her fingers over the frets.

"This next piece is one of my favourites to play during peaceful summer nights. I give you, Danza dei Girasoli," she said, before starting.

This piece, with its lively rhythms, brought forth an entirely different mood. She plucked the strings in a dance-like pattern, evoking golden sunflowers swaying in a breeze. The playful flourishes and cascading arpeggios hinted at festival days in the countryside, filled with laughter and wine. Her slender fingers moved deftly, each plucked note twinkling in the soft glow of the candles.

When the lute's final chord faded, we all stood again, applauding the wonderful performance.

She bowed, her brilliant smile lighting up the stage. Placing the lute down, she glided to the piano, settling herself on the bench.

A quick glance at me, a soft nod, "Cadenza di Tempesta, a composition I feel portrays the unsure times of our kingdom. Please enjoy."

Thunderous chords immediately filled the parlor, a dramatic shift from the gentle lute performance. The rolling lower notes resembled distant thunder, while the treble shimmered with the electric anticipation of lightning. Louisa's hands swept across the keys, alternating between forceful strikes and delicate, lingering highs--a storm captured in music. Now and then, she glanced over her shoulder as if to gauge the effect on her masked audience, drawing strength from the rising tension.

It was an unbelievable performance! Although she was a natural with the violin, elegant and masterful with the lute, it was the piano that stood out from the three instruments. The powerful piece ended as abruptly as it began, and again, the audience stood in applause.

She stood and bowed once more, a sheen of sweat covering her body from the effort of the four performances. I, however, noticed a glistening of wetness in her crotch that was not perspiration, but arousal.

She sat back down and turned to the audience, "Lacrime di Stelle, one for starry nights where we behold the heavens and wonder at their majesty."

The second piano piece offered a serene contrast--a gentle, starry-night reverie. Soft arpeggios flowed like trickling water under a sky of distant constellations. The melody, wistful and tender, showcased Louisa's remarkable control. Hushed crescendos and breathy diminuendos created an intimate atmosphere, each note crafted with care. By the end, the parlor felt as though it had been wrapped in a soft, shimmering twilight.

The gentle melody ended, and the audience, again, erupted in appreciative applause. She bowed once more and elegantly stepped to the front and center of the stage.

Louisa stood, clasping her hands together momentarily as though gathering her nerve. She took a step forward, her gaze locking with mine, "I will finish my performance for you tonight with an aria called, Amore Senza Fine. I dedicate this one to my lord, Dorian."

Her voice, rising unaccompanied, filled the stage and echoed in the hush of the parlor. As with her other pieces, this aria was unmistakably Fenoan, colored by the region's passion and flair for drama. Quiet verses unfurled like secret confessions, building into crescendos that spoke of eternal devotion and desire. She sang as if revealing her own heart, her posture leaning into the emotion of every note. The final phrase lingered in the air, tender and haunting, before fading into silence.

When her voice fell away, the parlor remained utterly still, as though the entire room was holding its breath. Louisa's chest rose and fell with exertion, and a faint, triumphant smile curved her lips as she awaited the audience's reaction.

"Bravo!" shouted one of the mistresses, followed by more, as the small crowd erupted in its loudest applause of the night.

She smiled and giggled in pleasure. I stood up and addressed the crowd, "Thank you all for attending, you have made the evening so much more special for Lady Louisa. I ask that you make your way out of the parlor and where the harem guards will escort you to the exit."

It took but a few moments before the room was empty, and only myself, Louisa, and Mistress Casandra were present. However, the mistress was sitting in a dark corner and acted purely as a witness to what was about to come.

As Louisa stepped down from the dais, she looked vibrant and buzzing with excitement, revealing lingerie clung to her damp skin. "That was... was... incredible... I've never felt so alive," she said, with her amazing smile.

I took her hand. "I had a hunch you would love it," I said, leading her to the back door of the parlor, which led to a bedroom prepared for us. Mistress Casandra slipped in, using the servant passage and took up her seat in the corner.

Once we reached the bed, she turned to me and smiled tenderly. "Thank you, my lord. It was truly a special evening... one that has only begun," she said, as I leaned down and kissed her, her soft lips parting for me as we embraced.

Our passionate kiss left her breathless. "Oh, my lord... I want you so much."

I chuckled. "And I want you. All of you..." I said, as I peeled off the straps of her sheer outfit. She bit her lip seductively, as I pulled the thin material over her perky breasts, the nipples, long since erect and swollen, stood out and begged for my attention. I scooped them into my palms, and she moaned in pleasure.

"Oh thank the gods, I have waited for this all day." She moaned as I gently played with her lovely nipples.

"So beautiful, so exquisite," I said, leaning in and suckling on her buds.

"Oh gods, yes. Devour me, my lord."

She pushed her breasts up to me. They were a lovely pair, perfect in shape and soft firmness, a little smaller than those of Sonya and Katarina but perfect for her body.

"Did it arouse you to have all those people see you, barely dressed and performing for me?" I asked, licking and sucking on her tits.

"Oh gods, my lord. It was amazing. It made me so wet, even now my juices leak out of me. I've never been this wet before... gods I need you... I want you, my lord," she begged.

I chuckled. "Truly? Well then, I better not disappoint." I knelt and pulled down the rest of her sheer bodysuit. The musk of her desire washed over me like a delicate perfume. The fabric dropped to her ankles and her bare quim glistened in the candlelight. She yelped in surprise as I swept her into my arms, her giggles of excitement silenced by a passionate kiss.

I carried her unto the bed and gently tossed her on the soft silk sheets. I kissed my way up her amazing legs, her scent intoxicating and her skin smooth and damp. I kissed every inch of her I found before reaching her soaked quim. Spreading her legs wide, I caressed the skin around her mound.

She squirmed with impatience. "My lord, please... I need you."

With a devilish smile, I delved into her thoroughly aroused lips.

She arched her back and gripped the sheets of the bed with her thin elegant fingers, "Oh fuck! Oh yes, yes, yesss, fuck!" she whimpered, as I devoured her.

My tongue slid in between and over her silky folds. Like a rich velvet pudding, I feasted. My skills in cunnilingus had been refined after countless nights pleasing my various tutors. Her quim held no secrets I could not unlock and soon, with persistent gentle and methodical precision, I was rewarded with a flood of her nectar and shuddering of her entire body as she came for me.

"Oh gods, yes, yes, yes... oh fuck, don't sto-- ahhhhhhhh!" Her loud screams of pleasure turning into a wordless cry of ecstasy.

I expertly maintained her climax for long moments; her weak attempts to dislodge me only excited my desire to feel her orgasm lengthened even more. Only when she begged me to stop did I release her. She collapsed onto the sheets, covered in sweat and still writhing from the afterglow of her immense climax.

She giggled as only a recently pleasured woman could. "Oh my gods... that was... mmmmm..." She took several moments to subside from her powerful climax before she finally breathed normally, and looked at me with devotion. "My lord! That was... a great performance, indeed!"

With what must have been hunger in my eyes, I shrugged off my silk shirt and started to undo my trousers. "I am glad you approve. However, if you enjoyed that, then I'm sure you'll love what comes next."

She sat up, her eyes dropping with a predatory smile and she laid eyes on my erect cock. "Oh... my! My lord! I have heard rumors... true, it is quite large... but it is also very beautiful," she said with a giggle.

"I'm glad you noticed." I chuckled. "Behold, a wondrous new instrument for you to master," I joked.

She giggled as I climbed on the bed. Resting on my knees, I presented my substantial manhood, which she attended to immediately. On all fours, she placed her soft lips to the base of my cock and her warm, wet tongue licked up its length.

Beautiful eyes locked unto mine, as she licked up and down my shaft. With a wicked grind, he pushed against my abdomen. I relented and fell back onto the covers. Crawling up my leg, she continued her devoted attention to my rod. She teased and prodded at my shaft expertly before lifting her head and parting her lips, taking me into her mouth.

With her eyes never leaving mine, she took me deeper and deeper; I felt the head of my cock plunge into her throat. The tight confines of her larynx was caressing my cock, as she did not gag once.

"Oh fuck! Louisa, that feels amazing," I growled.

She cocked an eye at me before pulling me free and sucking on the head of my cock, tonguing the slit at the front.

"Mmmmm, fuck! Just like that!" I encouraged her.

She giggled, "Do I please you, my lord?"

I growled a chuckle. "You have no idea." I groaned again, as she took me deeper, the bulbous head of my shaft being squeezed by her throat. "Ughhhh, that feels amazing!"

With a cocky grin in her eyes, she pulled me back out and teased my slit. I could easily let her take me fully to release; with her skills, it would not take long.

I stroked her hair. "Get on your back."

She giggled with anticipation and rolled onto her back, her tits jiggling enticingly as her legs spread wide, where her glistening pussy was exposed.

"I am yours to claim, my lord. My virgin quim awaits your glorious spear, to pierce it over and over!" she said, as her hands strummed her moist folds.

Rolling off the bed, I chuckled, grabbing the maiden cloth and pulling it over my cock. I crawled unto the bed, wasting no more time, hooking my hands around her thighs and pulling her towards me. She gasped, as I pressed the thick head of my cock at her entrance and gently pushed past her swollen outer lips.

"By Co'Lestia! It's so fucking big!" the gorgeous soprano cursed, calling out the name of the goddess of music, art, and love.

Her moist tunnel took me easily, her heightened arousal from her powerful orgasm and the lengthy voyeuristic performance made her ready for me. "You're so wet for me! Performing in front of all those people, barely covered, your tits and pussy visible to all of them... is that why your pussy is dripping with arousal?"

She moaned loudly. Sweat clinging to her skin, damp hair framing the furious blush searing her cheeks.

Biting her lip, she whimpered, "Yes... all those men and women, their eyes on my body... listening to my music, watching me perform... it made me ache with desire!"

I smiled with satisfaction. "I knew! As soon as I smelled your arousal in the interview, I knew you love an audience! Love being watched!"

She squirmed as my cock reached her hymen. "I do... my lord! It gives me a thrill; I can't explain it!"

I growled, "My exhibitionist little concubine. You know Mistress Cassandra is watching us now? Watching as I am about to take your virginity."

She moaned louder, "I do, I love it!"

I smiled. "What if I told you someone else is watching?"

She gasped, her pussy flexing on my cock, the head of which was still pressing lightly against her hymen. "Who I..."

"Kimiko, come on out. I know you are there," I said, loudly.

Louisa's eyes widened, and she turned her head to the side where I was looking.

A feminine sigh came from the dark corner. "How did you know I was here?"

I smiled as the dark shape moved into the light, "I have known you were here from the moment you arrived."

The beautiful monolid eyes squinted in suspicion and frustration. "I've never been discovered so easily before."

I placed my hand on Louisa's clit and gently massaged it, the pale beauty moaned and squirmed slightly as I kept eye contact with Kimiko. I simply smiled. "Remove your mask and clothes... show me what slutty underwear you have underneath." My voice was clear; I was issuing an order.

Her eyes went wide. "How did you... "

"This is my castle, Kimiko. I know everything that happens within these walls. Now, obey me," I ordered.

She hesitated for the briefest of moments before she pulled the black cloth mask that covered her mouth and nose from her face, revealing blushing cheeks. She bent down and wiggled her substantial hips and thighs out of the skintight black pants, revealing a black sheer-lace high-waisted thong.

Looking slightly embarrassed, she lifted her skintight black top and peeled it off her body, revealing a matching black sheer-lace bralette, her swollen nipples perky on her more petite tits.

"Good, now get your stunning little voyeur ass on the bed and watch me take Louisa's cunt for the first time," I ordered.

The exotic beauty smiled and obeyed, slipping unto the bed and sitting just to the side of Louisa. I looked at my copper-haired soprano. "You don't mind, do you, Louisa?"

She was squirming, my cock still prodding at her hymen and my finger strumming her clit. She shook her head quickly. "No, I don't... mind at all."

I flicked her clit with my thumb, and she gasped. "You love it, don't you, having an audience?"

Louisa's eyes drifted to Kimiko whose eyes were fixated on where my cock was spreading the women's cunt wide.

She bit her lip, her cheeks blushing furiously, "I do... I fucking love it!"

I flicked her clit again, she moaned loudly. "You want me to claim you in front of Kimiko? You want her to witness as I spread you wide with my huge cock? Watch as I fill you with my seed?!"

"Yes! Yes, please take me! I want her to watch as you fuck me... my lord!" she cried out.

I smiled. "Good!" I pushed my cock through her maidenhead, and she gasped and then moaned even louder. Her back arched, and she gripped the sheets furiously.

I looked at Kimiko, who was squeezing her thighs together, trying to manage her growing arousal. "Isn't she beautiful, Kimiko?"

The exotic spy looked at me with wide eyes, seemingly forgetting that she, herself, was exposed and present; she looked back at Louisa, who was struggling to remain still as my cock slipped deeper into her. "She is magnificent, my lord, "the spy said, softly.

I chuckled, "You're wet, aren't you?"

She blushed, her unique shade of pale skin reddening furiously. "I am, my lord."

I smiled. "Good. Do you want to touch yourself?" I asked, as I kept sliding my cock into Louisa, her pussy stretching slowly to take more of me.

Kimiko licked her lips and rubbed them together nervously, nodding frantically. "Yes, please, my lord, may I?"

I smiled. "Open your legs wide and pull that thong to the side. Let me see how wet you are."

She hesitated a moment before unfolding her legs and spreading them for me. Her gorgeous thighs, and an obviously ample ass, looked amazing as she sat legs wide and then pulled her black sheer thong to the side. Her pussy, shaven bare and swollen from arousal, was glistening in the candlelight. Wet, sticky threads stuck to her thong for a moment before pulling free.

She had been wet for a long time. "You are such a perverted little slut, aren't you," I whispered.

She blushed and looked embarrassed. "I am, my lord. Please forgive me."

"Good," I said, in a growl.

She looked up. "Wha..."

"I said, good! You know why?" I asked.

She shook her head.

"Because you are my perverted little slut," I growled, as my cock pushed up against Louisa's cervix, my cock only two thirds into her. To my enjoyment, I watched Louisa reach her tipping point.

"Oh fuck... I'm... fuck!" Her cunt spasmed and gripped my cock like a vice, as she climaxed for her second time.

I diverted my attention from the black-haired voyeur and focused on Louisa's orgasm, "That's it, Louisa, cum for me! Cum on my fat cock! Don't hold back; let it out! All of it!"

"My lord, oh my gods! Ahhhhh!" she screamed, as she rode the orgasm.

"Holy shit!" Kimiko exclaimed.

After a few moments, the copper-headed muse came down from her powerful experience and was left breathing heavily. "Oh... my lord. Give me... a few moments."

I smiled at the panting beauty and looked back at Kimiko. "Where were we? Oh yes. You are my perverted little slut, aren't you... Kimiko."

The brunette looked at me and nodded, blushing, "Yes, my lord."

I smiled. "Say it."

She hesitated for a second before saying in a soft voice, "I am yo--"

I interrupted her, "Louder!"

She looked even more hesitant before finally saying loudly, "I am your perverted little slut!"

I smiled, "Now, I want you to play with yourself and I want you to watch me fuck this little exhibitionist until her pussy runs over with my cum." I held up a finger, "But, you are not allowed to cum, do you understand me?"

She looked betrayed. "But my..."

I growled, "Whose slut, are you?"

She whimpered, "I am your slut, my lord."

"Then do you understand me?" I repeated, my voice refuting any argument.

She nodded. "I do, my lord. I will not cum until you allow it."

I smiled. "Good." I gestured for her to come closer. She did, and I cupped her chin and kissed her gently. "Do a good job and I will reward you."

She moaned, "I will please you, my lord."

I let her chin go. "Good, now rub that wet pussy."

She did not hesitate, and as her hand reached her soaked entrance, she started to rub it. I smiled and looked back at Louisa. "Louisa, I am going to fuck you now."

Not waiting for a reply, I pulled back my cock and slid it back in, not hard, but also not too gentle either.

She gasped, "Oh fuck! That feels good."

I smiled, "It does, your tight cunt feels amazing, my dear," I said, as I increased the speed of my rhythm. Soon, the slapping of my balls against her soaked asshole echoed through the room along with her increasingly vulgar moans and the frantic breathing of Kimiko, who was strumming her cunt like a lute.

I shifted Louisa unto her side and mounted her left leg, resting her right leg against my chest, so she was facing Kimiko. With a firm grip on her upper thigh I pushed back into her. She moaned as my thick cock spread her wide. Her soft tits jiggled wildly as I started to thrust into her with fast and deliberate strokes. She was then fully stretched, and was taking my full length with each wet, squelching plunge of my shaft into her eager tunnel.

Her third climax rocked her body to a chorus of screams from her powerful vocal cords. I looked at Kimiko as she furiously rubbed her clit and her other hand was rubbing her then-exposed tits.

She looked at me with a pleading moan. "Please, my lord, I am so close... please can I--"

"No!" I growled! "Not yet!"

She whimpered as she slowed down her affections to her cunt.

"Don't you dare stop!" I ordered, as her eyes widened, and she continued building up her own climax but was being denied a release.

I kept my own for as long as I dared to torture the poor little slut, when I knew she could not hold any longer, I growled, "Cum for me! Cum now!"

The exotic beauty's eyes went wide and up into her head, as she came hard. "Oh gods! Fuck, fuck, fuck!" she cried out, as she flicked her clit, her pussy squirting specs of translucent fluid unto the bed sheets.

It was then that I allowed my own climax to rock through me. I plunged my cock deeply into Louisa, who screamed out my name as my cock erupted inside her stuffed cunt. My seed spilled forth, filling her womb instantly. My seed seeped into the space between us and then squirted out, along with her own juices, drenching my balls and running unto her thigh.

"Fucking... incredible!" I moaned, as my cock twitched violently inside Louisa's still spasming tunnel.

Kimiko, for her part, squirted all over her hand and the sheets as her own orgasm, long denied, ran its course.

I looked over at my little spying slut and nodded, "Good! Very good, my little slut!"

Through her breathless moans, she whimpered, "Did I please you, my lord?"

"You did, Kimiko, you did very well!" I replied, pleased. As my cock made its last twitch of ejaculation, I pulled it free of Louisa who was splayed out, semi-conscious. Sliding off the bed I removed her maiden cloth. It was drenched in a mixture of both our fluids.

I placed it on the prepared plate and noticed another maiden cloth was already there, Kimiko's. I looked at the corner where Casandra was sitting and smiled. I saw her silhouette nod in acknowledgement. She had placed it there, either before or during the evening's carnal events. Good servants were worth a king's ransom. I thought to myself.

I took a hot-water washcloth from the bassinet and cleaned off the various fluids from my manhood thoroughly before picking up the other maiden cloth and returning to the bed. I was surprised to find Kimiko already on her knees, completely naked and looking at my limp cock with a hungry expression.

I walked to her and stopped with my thick, flaccid cock inches from her face.

Her eyes trailed up and down my impressive length and then up to my face. "May I please you, my lord? Have I earned my reward?"

I smiled and stroked her cheek, she leaned into my palm, and I brushed her lips with my thumb lovingly. "You have, indeed, earned your reward, my dear. Now, take that beautiful mouth of yours and get your master nice and hard. Please me well, and I will claim you here and now."

She smiled seductively, her previous hesitancy gone. She gripped my cock, her small hands barely covering the full circumference of my meaty rod. She stroked it gently and started to kiss and lick my base. "Will my master fill my slutty cunt with his huge cock?" she asked, in a sultry voice.

I stroked her face. "Is that what you want? For me to stretch that soaking-wet pussy, to fill it with my man meat?"

She moaned, "Would any woman deny it? Can any woman look upon you and your magnificent cock and not desire to be filled with it? Can any woman witness your prowess as a lover and not desire to have it for themselves? Yes, my lord. I want you to claim my virgin pussy, to ravish me where no man or woman has ever touched... and when you have fucked me until I am spent..." She took a long lick up to the bulbous head of my cock, "... then, I want you to fill my womb with your precious seed."

She then took me into her mouth and expertly expressed the art of fellatio. With tongue, lips, and eventually the depths of her throat, she pleased me greatly. Over and over, she stimulated my cock and sucked me until I was as hard as a steel lance. The pleasure was so great, I gritted my teeth in control.

"On, the bed. Now!" I growled.

She played no games, recognizing the animal lust in my eyes; she smiled seductively and turned around, crawling unto the bed. Louisa, who was passed out, moaned only slightly at the small disturbance on her side of the large bed.

Kimiko, on her knees, lowered upper body with her head on the sheets and presented her ass in the air. Her head turned to face me and with a wicked grin, she spread her wet, bare pussy wide open with her fingers. "I'm all yours, my lord."

It was only the maiden cloth in my hand that reminded me that she was still a virgin. As powerful as my ardor had been, I regained control and smiled back to the little exotic beauty. Placing the main cloth over my painfully erect cock, I took time to admire the amazing ass this unique woman was presenting to me.

She giggled, "And now, my lord? A moment ago, you looked like you would take me without thinking. Yet now, you delay?"

I smiled at her. "My apologies, Kimiko. Your skills drove me wild with lust." I took a deep breath. "I confess I almost took you without a care for your unbroken maidenhead. It is a sacred honor to claim the virginity of a woman. One that must always be respected with consent and care. I took a moment to remember that."

She lifted her body, sitting up but only turning her head, smiled warmly, and replied, "Thank you, my lord. It is said that a man without passion is a man without purpose. It is also said that a man who does not know how to control his passion will burn his house to the ground. I am glad to see that you have both in abundance..." She leaned her body back down, wiggling her generous rump, "That being said, my lord, it would be my honor for you to take my maidenhood."

I smiled. "It would be my pleasure," I said, stepping forward and taking hold of my engorged manhood and rubbing the head in between her moist folds. Then I plunged into her with a firm, gentle thrust. She gasped as my thick shaft spread her lips wide, stretching her tunnel to take my immense girth.

"Oh, gods! So big. So... full," she cooed. Her wet tunnel was very tight and gave way slowly, as she moaned with pleasure.

"You are so fucking tight! How does it feel, my dear? Not too much, I hope?" I asked.

"You are stretching me wide open, my lord, but please do not stop. It feels better than... I could ever imagine!" she said, in between her moans of pleasure.

I smiled. "You are everything I expected and more."

I worked my cock deeper into her, as her tight walls squeezed my shaft. As tight as she was, it stretched to accommodate me, and soon I felt my tip reach her hymen.

"I feel your ram at my gate; do not hesitate, my lord! Take me, I am ready," she said, with a surety of voice, born of confidence, and clarity in purpose. She, like the others, had given themselves to me. They would be honored as members of my household. Their children would be honored as members of my bloodline, while they would live in luxury, safety, and with a clear purpose.

To serve me.

I smiled affectionately for my dedicated Kimiko, a descendant of the mysterious Yondai and citizen of the Dal'Mari Kingdom and, more importantly, my devoted concubine. I pushed my cock with deliberate steady force and passed through her maidenhead. My tip was flooded with warmth as it tore through her virgin veil. A quick intake of breath was all she showed before she moaned, as my shaft penetrated her deeper, her tight tunnel giving way to me more and more.

I felt the wet lips of her pussy brush the base of my cock as my tip pressed up against her cervix. She moaned loudly, "Oh, by the ancestors, that is so deep!"

I groaned in pleasure as her tight tunnel covered my entire length. "That feels incredible, Kimiko. I am impressed. That tight little cunt of yours has taken my entire length!"

She moaned in pleasure, "I feel every inch of you, my lord. You have filled me to the brim. Please, my lord. No more hesitation! Take me! Take me hard and fast!"

I chuckled, "It would be my pleasure, my dear!"

I pulled back my entire length until the head of my cock was visible between her slick outer lips, and then I slammed it back in.

She cried out, "Oh my gods! Yes, yes, harder, don't stop!"

I did not. With a firm grip on her wide hips, I rutted into her with powerful and frantic thrusts, the full extent of my thick manhood piercing her stretched hole over and over. Her juices leaked all over my sack, which slapped repeatedly against her swollen clit. Her previously lucid words turned into cries of passion. Her screams of pleasure were so loud they finally woke Louisa, who, up until then, was sleeping with my seed still leaking out of her quim.

The copper-haired beauty propped herself up on her elbow and looked on, wide-eyed.

I smiled at her. "Louisa, my dear. Please call the servants and have them pour us a bath next door."

She looked at me with a slightly confused look before nodding with a small smile. She slid off the other side of the bed to do as I asked. Kimiko, for her part, was in the middle of her first orgasm since I had taken her virginity. I did not relent fucking her hard through her climax, her pussy squirting excessively and soaking my front and creating a small puddle on the sheets.

I felt a soft hand stroke my back as Louisa came up behind me and spoke into my ear, "My lord, the servants are preparing the bath."

I turned to her while maintaining my thrusts. "Thank you, my dear," I said, giving her a gentle kiss.

She moaned with closed eyes, seemingly remembering our shared passion earlier and then looked back at her fellow concubine being pounded by my thick cock. "My lord! You are giving her a good go." She looked down at the growing wet spot on the bed. "She's a real squirter, is she not?"

I chuckled, "Oh yes, this little slut has made a right mess." Giving the bent-over concubine a firm slap on her ample ass.

She cried out in surprise, "Oh fuck!" as her pussy started squirting again, another climax riding over her.

Louisa giggled, "You are right, my lord; it is what she deserves for spying on us like that."

I chuckled, "Want to watch me fill her with my seed?"

She smiled mischievously. "Of course!"

The copper-haired beauty squatted and looked intently at my hammering cock. I furiously slammed my cock into Kimiko before burying it deeply within her and grunted, "Fuck yes! Ughhhh."

Louisa looked at the vivid scene, wide-eyed. "Your twitching cock... it is so arousing," she whispered.

Ignoring her words, I closed my eyes as I enjoyed the feel of my climax radiating from my groin down through my cock. I felt the first driblets of my cum leaking out from her opening and running in sticky rivulets down my sack.

"So much cum, "Louisa whispered.

My cock twitched for long moments, as Kimiko's cum-filled pussy started to relax, her own climax subsiding. The dark-haired beauty was breathless as she said, "Thank you, my lord... that was incredible!"

Louisa giggled, "Our lord fucked you so hard, Kimiko. How was it?"

The unmoving woman slurped up some drool and replied in a moan, "Life changing."

I chuckled and slapped her ass lightly as I pulled my softening cock free, cum and other juices leaking out in rivulets down her thigh. Pulling the maiden cloth free of my shaft, I covered as much of the cloth with excess fluid as possible, laying it down on the tray, next to Louisa's. Casandra came up next to me, wordlessly taking the tray and leaving the room. Her role as a witness was complete.

I was busy wiping my groin with a washcloth when a bell tinkled at the door. "Ah, the bath is ready," I said.

I walked over to Kimiko, who was sharing a hushed conversation with Louisa. "Ladies, the bath is ready. Will you join me so we might clean up?"

They giggled and walked awkwardly after me, their hands cupping their quims, trying to keep my cum from dripping on the floor.

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