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The Work Continues.
🕑 Added 2019-10-21 13:59:11 +0000 UTCAs Clea and Ambrose work in the Royal Palace to break in The Queen's latest acquisition, Savage can't help but feel she's being replaced. As Clea becomes more and more distant, Savage finds comfort in the arms of The Queen herself.
-o-o-o-
“We really must do this more often.” Clea sighed, stroking her belly with relaxed contentment, sipping from her teacup before setting it daintily onto its plate. “It’s a shame my new duties keep us apart.”
“You say that, Clea, and yet you won’t tell us what those duties are.” Allian sighed tiredly. She pursed her lips and snapped imperiously, summoning Marigold to the table. “A fresh pot of tea, now.”
“At once milady.” Marigold whispered, quickly scurrying away. Clea watched the little blonde go and smiled.
“No more problems with her?” she asked.
“Oh, constantly.” Allian replied, a humourless smile coming to her lips. “But thanks to you I know how to beat her back into submission.” Clea’s smile faltered a little, her eyes flitting to where Savage was standing, watching in silence.
“Violence is… a useful too, dear.” She said, feigning disinterest. “But a tad barbaric, I do hope you don’t use it too much?”
“It keeps her in line, and from embarrassing me.” Allian sniffed, scowling with impatience as Marigold sped back to the table and poured her a new cup with trembling hands. “She needs a firm hand. You taught me that.” Clea looked at the girl directly for the first time, her throat catching as she noticed the bruises peeking out from under her blouse.
“A firm hand, dear, not a fist.” Clea said slowly. “Look at sweet Suzie, her pets are wonderfully well behaved thanks to her knowing when to punish them, and when to reward them.” Suzie glanced up from her lap, blushing furiously and trying to look like she’d been paying attention.
“Hmm? Oh! Oh yes, they’re wonderfully obedient.” She smiled. Clea sighed and looked beneath her table where one of the twins was greedily devouring Suzanne’s sex, chin dripping with arousal. She tutted motherly and fixed Suzie with a stern glance.
“Suzie, really? At the table?”
Suzanne’s cheek flushed even darker, her hand snaking down to play with the mop of ginger hair pushing against her pussy. “It’s my home, Clea. You’re free to play with your Savage.”
“Savage has been hard at work, love.” Clea chuckled. “This is a nice break for her, isn’t it?”
“I’m glad for the peace, mistress.” Savage agreed with a small smile. “But I’m ready to serve ye whenever ye desire.”
“Good girl.” Clea purred, before turning back to her friends. Suzanne was once again preoccupied with the girl between her legs, Allian was picking at her cake with a disinterested sneer. “It’s been so long, what have you two been up to? has my absence truly dulled your lives so much?”
Suzanne giggled and shook her head. “Of course not, Clea, though I certainly missed you.” she laced her fingers and preened for a second before flashing a wide, innocent grin. “Jeffrey took me north for a holiday, I wanted to see where the girls come from. It’s such a… rustic land, all hills and heather and lakes. It’s really quite beautiful. I took the girls of course, just to watch them play about and frolic. It was such a sweet sight, though they caught quite a cold after I had them swim about in one of the lochs.”
“Suzie you’re surprisingly cruel for someone with such an innocent demeanour.” Clea laughed, “Torturing your poor girls like that.”
“I didn’t torture them!” Suzanne complained sharply. “I just… wanted to see them in their homeland.”
“A homeland you took them from.” Clea reminded her, “You’ll only make the dears homesick, and that’ll lead to trouble.”
“They’re fine, Clea.” Suzanne sighed, “Stop fretting.”
“And you Ali? What fun have you been up to?”
Allian wrinkled her nose. “None.”
“Oh please, life can’t be so miserable, can it?”
“Clea, would you kindly get your nose out of my business?” Allian hissed.
Clea blinked. “Allian whatever do you mean?”
“Oh, spare me the innocence.” Allian snapped. “Whilst you’ve been rolling in the filth with your pet bitch, the rest of us have been living in reality! We can’t all throw our shame away and live like harlots!”
“Ali… m… maybe you should calm down?” Suzanne said nervously, eyes flitting between them.
“And what would you know about it? You play the naïve schoolgirl but you’re as much a depraved slut as this cow!” Allian shouted, standing and snarling down at them. “You should be ashamed, the both of you! Allowing those beasts to touch you whenever they please! And you Clea! Carrying its filthy bastard in your belly! How can you live with yourself!?”
“Allian, I don’t understand why you’re angry!” Suzanne cried, tears sparkling in her eyes.
“This depravity has gone on too long.” Allian growled. “I thought it was fun at first, playing along with those things with you, Clea. But now you’re that animal’s broodmare! And no one seems to care! You act like a savage whore, embarrass yourself, let yourself be bred by your own filthy barbarian and you’re rewarded for it!? You’re employed by her majesty despite it all? It’s not right, it’s not fair!”
“Not fair?” Clea snorted. “You’re delusional Allian. I’ve worked for everything I have.”
“So have I!” Allian shrieked hysterically. “So why am I punished for it? Why do I suffer whilst you are rewarded?”
“Allian what are you talking about?” Suzanne whispered, drawing her pet up from under the table and squeezing her hand.
“Jonathan divorced me.” Allian whimpered, falling back into her seat and cupping her mouth with a hand. “He took everything. Said… said me keeping Marigold was immoral and… and now I have nothing.”
“Allian why didn’t you say?” Suzanne whispered. “Where are you staying? Whatever will you do?”
“My mother is hosting me.” Allian murmured before looking up and fixing Clea with a venomous glare. “It’s all your fault you bitch. You corrupted me, you corrupted all of us. Made us think it was fun and fine to keep those beasts, to let them lie with us. Thanks to you all of England is perverted.”
“Ah yes, of course.” Clea sneered, “I alone have brought down our great nation by daring to have a little fun. My hubris has doomed our beloved homeland to barbarism.” She stood slowly and gratefully accepted Savage’s arm. “It’s not my fault you married a backwards prude for his money, Allian. If your life has taken a turn, it’s no one’s fault but your own.”
“Clea…” Suzanne whined. “Please don’t make it worse.”
“Don’t worry, dear.” Clea smiled, “I have business to attend to anyway. I do apologise for cutting things short, but Lady Marron and I have an appointment with her majesty. As savage and corrupted as I may be, I have enough manners not to keep royalty waiting.”
“You’ll pay for it all in the end, Clea.” Allian shouted as she walked away. “You and your filth. You’ll all pay for your debauchery!”
“I very much doubt it my dear!” Clea smiled, kissing her Savage’s cheek before the door shut behind her.
-o-o-o-
“She’s not the only one.” Ambrose murmured. “There are more and more coming out of the woodwork, talking of how immoral and disgusting the practice is.” Clea sighed and rolled her eyes, leaning back on the couch with her belly cradled in her arms. Her feet rested on a pillow atop Savage’s knees, the gorgeous redhead massaging her aching ankles.
“Prudes.”
“Perhaps, but they aren’t without a point, Lady Lamont.” Ambrose nodded slowly. “The ideals of the empire are being eroded by people like you. Your fun is harmless until people start thinking of it as more than just fun. What if people begin freeing their girls? Or marrying them?”
“Hmm, there’s an idea.” Clea smirked. “What do you say, Savage? Will you be my bride?”
“If that’ll make ye happy, mistress.” Savage smiled.
“Are you incapable of taking anything seriously?” Ambrose sighed, frustrated.
“Entirely, my love.”
“I am not your love.” Ambrose said firmly, standing up and brushing down her front. “Now, we have a job to do.” She moved with her usual elegance to where the Beast was chained, snarling and straining to break free. After a little over a week of both Clea and Ambrose carefully preparing her, they were about ready to begin breaking her in. As usual the once-Queen of the north was a magnificent sight, impeccable muscles tensing and straining beneath soft pale skin. Dazzling eyes and perfect lips peeking out from a mass of gorgeous black hair. As Ambrose approached and pressed her hand against Beast’s belly, the woman let out a muffled shout, lurching towards her as much as she could.
Ambrose pursed her lips and brushed back the hair covering Beast’s face, revealing her beautiful, regal features. She seemed almost entranced for a moment, lost in the northwoman’s eyes, until she blinked and flushed embarrassedly, turning away to the desk where their tools lay.
Savage hadn’t missed Ambrose’s infatuation with the Beast, nor had Clea’s own obsession with her slipped her notice. Glancing up and seeing Clea’s adoring expression focussed on someone other than her made Savage’s blood boil, her thumbs pushing down at Clea’s dainty feet a little harder than she had meant to.
“Ow! Savage!”
“Sorry mistress. I slipped, won’t happen again.”
“Please see that it doesn’t.” Clea sighed, “My feet hurt quite enough without your help.” She sat up awkwardly and huffed, patting her stomach before struggling to her feet. “These little nuisances are becoming more and more difficult.” She sighed, “I feel like I’ve been weighed down by stones.”
“Not long, mistress. Just a few weeks.” Savage smiled, placing a kiss on her belly. “Then I’ll take care of them for you.”
“Hmm, will you now? Eager to be a mother, are we?”
“They are my babies, mistress, it’s my duty to care for them.”
“I will still have need of you.” Clea hummed, looking at beast, a distracted expression on her face. “in any case, we have more immediate concerns. Help me down please?”
Savage nodded and guided Clea down onto a plump pillow that had been placed between Beast’s feet. Her mistress sighed and brushed some pale hair back into place before smiling up at Ambrose. “My, the cut of your jaw is all the more sublime from this angle.”
“Focus, Lamont.” Ambrose murmured, cheeks darkening a little despite herself. She took a thick metal ring from the table and grabbed Beast’s manhood, earning another muffled yell of fury from the woman. Clea watched with interest as Ambrose oiled and then carefully slipped the ring onto Beast, smiling to herself at the expression of wonder on Ambrose’s face as she handled Beast’s impressive package.
“Mmm, feel that sweetie? Now we can have our fun for hours.” Clea purred, stroking her hands up Beast’s bare legs and grinning at her as she scowled downwards.
“There must be other ways to break her in.” Ambrose sighed as she began petting Beast’s cock, dainty, long-fingered hands squeezing and stroking the immense pole, coaxing it up to full mast before reluctantly withdrawing.
“I’m the expert.” Clea hummed, drinking in the sight of Beast’s manhood as it stood to attention and then fell under its own weight down towards her face. She nibbled at her lip and brought it against her cheek, cooing as she rubbed it against her skin. “Trust me, this is the best way.”
“Because it feeds your addiction?” Ambrose asked, pursing her lips as Clea started suckling at Beast’s tip. “You really don’t have any shame about this?”
“M’ not addicted.” Clea hummed, “I can stop whenever I please.” She placed a gentle kiss on the throbbing tip of Beast’s rod before licking her lips and looking up at Savage. “Savage my dear, could you fetch us some tea?”
Savage pouted, watching the two women fawn over Beast, but nodded with a forced, obedient smile. “Of course, mistress.” She turned on a heel and left the room, trying to ignore the soft, wet sounds behind her as her beloved mistress returned to playing with Beast’s meaty pole.
-o-o-o-
“Your tea, mistress.” Savage said brightly, stepping back into the office with a tray in her hands. “I’m sorry but the kitchens ran out of chamomile so… I…” she trailed off, eyes widening and grip tightening on the tray until her knuckles were white as she saw the scene before her.
Both Clea and Ambrose were on their knees between Beast’s powerful legs, slurping at her cock like deranged beasts. One of Clea’s hands was hard at work between her legs, the other was wrapped around Ambrose’s slender waist. Beast was red-faced and furious, but wasn’t attempting to move, just staring down at the two women gorging themselves on her cockmeat, smearing each other’s spit and her own precum over their faces as they sucked and licked and rubbed themselves against her like bitches in heat.
There was a snap and the tray in Savage’s hand shook, spilling the two teacups a little and scalding her fingers. She hissed with pain and quickly set down the tray, now sporting a long crack in its wooden frame from where Savage’s grip had warped it.
“Mistress?” Savage said again, voice tense and jaw tight. “Your tea.”
“Thank… you… love.” Clea moaned, pulling herself away from Beast long enough to slur out those words before engulfing the cock again.
Savage scowled and sat, crossing her arms and trying to ignore the delighted cooing Clea was making. She hadn’t expected Lady Marron to do anything like this, she was always so disdainful of their relationship, but there she was, rubbing shoulders with Clea and fighting to guzzle down Beast’s manhood. Perhaps Ms Allian hadn’t been entirely without a point when she said Clea corrupted people.
She pouted as the display continued, turning in her seat and turning her scowl onto the bookshelves, trying to distract herself by reading through their titles and imagining what stories they told. Her mood only worsened as the wet slurping and gagging and giggling went on and on and one until it was replaced by the quiet smacking of lips.
Savage whined and looked over, seeing Clea lain on her back with Ambrose on top of her, the two kissing with desperate passion. Hands clawed through hair and tugged at their dresses. Clea’s thighs rose and locked against Ambrose’s hips, trying to pull her even closer against her. Beast looked a little confused, still pulsing above them, her cock slick with the women’s spit.
Wonderful. Yet another woman to steal Clea’s attention.
“Hah…” Clea breathed as the kiss broke, staring up at Ambrose with as much surprise as lust. Her cheeks burned as a pale hand moved up to toy with Ambrose’s short spikey hair. “Rosie… so passionate… Anyone would think you actually liked me.”
“Must you ruin the moment?” Ambrose sighed, blushing just as darkly. She straightened up and wiped her face, embarrassedly glancing to where Savage was sat, glowering at her with simmering fury. “I… I got carried away.”
“I noticed.” Clea teased, sitting up and kissing her softly. “Take me to bed, Rosie.”
“Clea… we can’t.”
“I want to see that passion again.” Clea rasped, lips making their way over Ambrose’s throat, hands stroking up over her belly to her breast. “Please?”
“N… no.”
Savage frowned, watching Clea sigh and then nod, withdrawing her hand and letting Ambrose stand. As Ambrose stepped away and started making herself presentable, Clea just sat and watched her, eyes admiring the elegant curve of her body from her nape down to the swell of her rump. “Savage, would you help me up, dear?”
Savage looked at her mistress for a moment before standing and obediently padding over, helping her to her feet and adjusting the straps of her dress before folding her arms. Clea smiled and patted her cheek. “Thank you love.”
Savage remained silent. “What’s this pout, hmm?” Clea sighed, running a thumb over Savage’s lips. “Where’s that beautiful smile?”
“Is there anything more ye need from me, mistress?” Savage asked coldly. “Perhaps more tea? I think what I brought ye has gone cold.” Clea inspected her critically before taking a step back.
“No. Go sit down whilst Ambrose and I work.” She said slowly, watching as Savage obediently sank back down into her seat, folding her arms and scowling at the bookshelves again.
After a brief pause the torture continued, Ambrose and Clea worked at pleasuring the bound woman until she was shaking with the need for release, only to stop and carefully beat her back until they could start all over again. They toyed with her cock, used their hands and mouths and thighs to squeeze and stroke it until it was throbbing with excitement. They played with the rest of her body, pinching and pulling at her nipples, smacking and spanking the fleshy pads of her arse.
Beast would go from roaring into her gag, muffled screams begging for release and wordlessly promising revenge, to mewing and moaning and quietly pleading for more. Her big, dark eyes went from almost glowing with rage, to smouldering with pleasure, to softly pleading the two women working on her for mercy. The softness was often fleeting, but each time it appeared behind her dazzling eyes, it lingered a little longer.
Savage watched despite herself, her mistress was a thing of beauty when she was at work, after all. Savage only wished Clea wouldn’t enjoy herself so much, or flirt with Ambrose quite so enthusiastically. She sighed miserably and toyed with the tassel on one of the pillows on the couch, hugging it to her belly for comfort as the woman she loved enjoyed herself without her.
She looked up as the door opened, blushing as The Queen’s eyes immediately fell onto her, her lip curling with an appreciative smile. “Ladies, how goes the work?”
“Perfectly well, your majesty.” Clea chuckled, patting Beast’s rear as she turned and bowed her head.
“We’re almost to the point we can remove her gag.” Ambrose agreed, curtseying as the Queen moved up to stroke Beast’s jaw. Beast shied away initially, but as the Queen tightened her grip, she surrendered, staring angrily down at her own feet.
“Hmm, I can see your progress already.” The Queen murmured, reaching down to toy with the curls crowning Beast’s member. She smiled brightly and turned away, “You’ve done marvellously, I’m glad my faith is being rewarded.”
“We’re just happy to serve, your Majesty.” Ambrose smiled.
“In any case, you’ll be handsomely rewarded.” The Queen laughed, “Will you be working much longer? It’s grown late.”
“I think I may retire.” Clea smiled, petting her belly tiredly. “We’ll start again nice and early.”
“Of course, but if I may ask one more thing of you?”
“Naturally, Your Majesty. I serve at your pleasure.”
“I would very much like to borrow your Savage.” The Queen purred, turning to smile at Savage, who blushed quietly. “A night of passion with a strapping young thing like her is something I have dearly desired since you first introduced the fashion.”
“It would be an honour, Your Majesty.”
The Queen smiled hungrily and beckoned with a finger, drawing Savage close and taking her by the hips. “Oh yes. I will enjoy you immensely.” She nibbled her lip, fingers playing with the soft pale flesh beneath them. She turned back and smiled. “Ladies, I shall see you tomorrow.”
“Sleep well mistress.” Savage called hopefully, wringing her hands together as the Queen took her leash. Clea waved vaguely in her direction, already focussing on Beast again, toying with some rich black curls.
“Yes... goodnight.”
Savage’s face fell, chest feeling hollow as Clea kissed Beast’s jaw. She hung her head and obediently padded away, following the Queen as she led her to her chambers.
-o-o-o-
Savage groaned as the Queen pushed her against the door to her chambers, hands coiling around her manhood and squeezing gently.
“Oh, sweet lord.” The Queen whimpered, chewing her lip as she moved close and pawed at Savage’s breast. “You are… simply incredible.”
Savage blushed a little as her nipple was pinched, forcing a smile as the older woman’s fingers sank into the welcoming flesh of her breast, kneading her gently and coaxing a low sigh of arousal. “I… am glad you find me pleasing, ma’am.”
“Very pleasing.” The Queen purred. “Come.” She turned and drew her through into her chambers, shutting the door with a quiet click before pressing her lips against Savage’s back. Savage blinked at the room she’d been drawn into, stunned. She thought she had grown accustomed to the wealth of the south living with Clea and seeing Lady Marron’s mansion. Apparently, she had not.
The Queen chuckled, petting her cheek. “You like it?”
“There’s… so much.” Savage mumbled. Struggling to fully come to terms with how much gold and jewels and silks and ancient artefacts were displayed throughout the immense living chambers.
“Come to the bed.” The Queen smiled, turning and unlacing her bodice, shedding her dress and sashaying up a small flight of stairs where her immense four-poster bed stood waiting. Savage followed quietly, swallowing nervously as the Queen unclasped her bra and let it fall to the ground.
She was beautiful, soft and curvy and motherly, beckoning with a single finger and drawing Savage close. Her hand took Savage’s leash and tugged her tight against her, skin warm as it pressed against her own. “How old are you?”
“Twenty, ma’am.”
“Hmmmm.” The Queen grinned, lying back on the bed and pulling Savage down with her, cooing as Savage blushed, finding herself draped over her body. “You have lovely eyes.”
“Thank you, ma’am.”
The Queen chuckled and shook her head, “Love, you’re about to fuck me like I’m a gutter-whore. You may call me Mary.”
“Yes, Mary.” Savage blushed. She bit her lip as Mary’s hands began to explore her rear. She forced a pleased coo and pushed her face against Mary’s cheek, kissing and gently nibbling her way over the soft pale skin until she reached the Queen’s collarbone. It was mostly to hide her face, and the Queen didn’t seem to notice that her heart just wasn’t fully invested in pleasing like it normally was. It wasn’t the Queen, she was beautiful and lovely and so very very soft beneath her, she sighed in a way she hoped was sufficiently lustful and stroked her hands through the Queen’s silver hair, pulling it out of its bun and stroking it.
She didn’t think she’d been doing too badly, but after a moment the Queen took her cheeks and pulled her away from her breast. Her expression was searching, her eyes soft and gentle and…
Savage burst into tears.
“I’m sorry.” She whimpered.
“Shh… it’s alright.” The Queen breathed, taking her head in her hands and cradling her close. “What is it?”
“I’m… sorry… it’s… not my place… I should… be a good girl.” Savage sniffed. “I’m obedient… I promise… it’s just.”
“Tell me, sweetheart.” Mary said softly, brushing some flaming hair out of her face and wiping away her tears.
“Mistress loves me… I know she loves me, but… she… she won’t even look at me anymore.” Savage whimpered, hugging herself and trembling as Mary’s hands played with her hair. “It’s… been days and… and the only time she’s payed any attention to me was t… to make miss Allian angry.”
“I’m sure she’s just distracted; she’s getting quite far along.”
“It’s your Beast, ma’am. She won’t stop talking about her.” Savage sniffed, shaking her head. “She’s replacing me.”
“Oh sweetheart, I’m sure that’s not true.” Mary sighed, cupping her cheeks and tugging her to her chest and petting her hair softly. “You are magnificent, the envy of every woman who sees Clea with you. Lady Lamont would be a true fool to think she could do better than you. And from all I have seen, she is certainly no fool.”
“I love her.” Savage sniffed. “I don’t think she even cares.”
“I’m certain she does.” Mary smiled before letting out a low sigh and pulling Savage’s head up, placing a soft kiss on her lips. “Lie back, sweetheart.”
“N… no… I can please… I’m sorry, I’m just…”
“Lie… back.” Mary said a little more firmly. Savage obeyed, settling down into the soft pillows and wiping her eyes as the Queen smiled down at her. “Now stay here a moment, I’ll be back to take care of you.”
“But…”
“Stay.” The Queen tutted, pushing her down as she tried to sit up. “That’s an official royal command.”
Savage mumbled a quiet obedient noise and hugged herself, staring morosely up at the canopy of the bed.
It was only a few moments before Mary returned, smiling brightly to her before tugging on the two leashes in her hands. Two girls stepped up, flashing wide smiles at her and admiring them over the trays they held. Each wore a light, gossamer-thin nightdress over their naked bodies, transparent enough that their rods were easily seen hanging between their legs. Savage frowned and shifted on the bed, shying away from Mary as she knelt down and touched her shoulder.
“These are my favourite girls, Morgana and Guinevere.” She said quietly. “We’re going to take care of you tonight.”
“I… don’t understand.”
“Would you like tea?” Morgana asked with a soft, delicate voice, setting her tray down. She was tall and thin, with a shy smile and lovely blue eyes.
“Or a massage?” Guinevere said, presenting her own tray with a series of small boils of oil and towels on it.
“I… M…Ma’am?”
“Tonight, you may serve by tell me what you want.” Mary sighed, stroking her hand down her spine. She took a teacup from Morgana and brought it carefully to Savage’s trembling hands. “Drink?”
“I’ve… never had tea.”
“Well then let’s fix that!” Mary chuckled, “Try it!”
Savage blushed, and nervously sipped the teacup. She made a face, which made Mary laugh. “No?”
“It’s… odd.”
“Try mine.” the Queen sighed, beckoning to Morgana who immediately presented another teacup. “Milk and three sugars.”
Savage took a slow drink before smiling, nodding a little. “Nice.”
“Excellent.” Mary grinned, kissing her cheek as she took another sip. “Guinn?”
“Ready, mother.” Guinevere smiled, brushing some dirty blonde hair out of her round, cheerful face. She was small and quite muscular, though not nearly as physically impressive as Savage. The Queen nodded and the girl grinned, laying out the warm towels along the edge of the bed. Savage watched nervously until her cup ran dry and Mary quickly spirited it away.
“Lie down, sweetheart.” She said, gently guiding Savage up and then lying her down on her chest. “Guinn has the most amazing hands; she’ll have you glowing with contentment in moments.”
“I… I don’t…”
“Shhh.” Mary breathed, “It’s alright, just relax.”
Savage squeaked as warm, strong hands took her legs by the calves and began to rub them. After the initial shock, it began to feel nice, the tension in her muscles ebbing away with every firm movement of the girl’s hands. By the time Guinn’s hands were rubbing at her shoulders, Savage was whimpering with contentment, smiling down into her arms as she lay and felt the girl’s weight press gently down on her rear.
“How are you feeling, sweetheart?” Mary cooed, lying beside her and cuddling Morgana.
“It’s… very nice, Ma’am.” Savage sighed, humming softly as Guinn’s hands stroked down from her shoulders to her hips. She didn’t complain as the hands moved over her rump, they’d been thoroughly massaged already, but she let out a sharp squeak of surprise as a pair of fingers pushed between her thighs and slipped inside her ass. “Ah… wh… wha… uhhh.” Savage managed, her protest dying in her throat as Guinn’s fingers flexed inside her.
Suddenly she found herself groaning as the girl’s fingers began to thrust into her arse, breath taken away and cock suddenly throbbing into life. Mary chuckled and ran her hand through Savage’s hair as she mewed. “Surely that’s nothing new, sweetheart?” Savage moaned vaguely, eyes rolling up in her head as the fingers curled inside her. “My, Clea isn’t nearly as adventurous as I thought.”
“Mother… may I play?” Morgana asked softly, Savage looked over to see Mary grinning, kissing Morgana’s cheek before lying on her front. Morgana eagerly scampered around her, lowering herself down to her knees and pushing herself between the Queen’s thighs. Savage watched with interest as Morgana sank her fingers into a small bowl of pale blue gel, slathering her length with it before lining herself up with Mary’s pucker.
The Queen mewed, nibbling her lip as she was speared, fingers tightening on the bed sheets. “Oh yes… Thank you my dear.”
“F… fuck.” Savage grunted as Guinn pushed deep, the girl moving low against her back and breathing into her ear.
“May I please fuck you?”
Savage looked at Mary, who let out a delighted groan, and then at the odd gel, before nodding shyly. She heard Guinevere’s eager giggle and moaned as the fingers slipped out of her. She found herself pushing her hips up in the air as Guinn prepared herself, her cock throbbing excitedly beneath her belly as she wiggled herself needily in the girl’s direction.
“You’re an eager one, love.” She chuckled, dipping her fingers into the gel again and pushing them back into Savage’s eager hole, coaxing a delighted groan from Savage’s lips. She used her fingers to gently tug Savage’s rear open a little before pushing her rod inside. Savage couldn’t bite back her moan and blushed embarrassedly as the Queen beside her laughed. “God above, you’re tight.” Guinn groaned.
“I… I like it.” Savage mumbled quietly, cheeks burning as Guinn began to roll her hips, pumping gently with short, slow thrusts.
“I’ve noticed.” Mary laughed, groaning as Morgana pushed against her. Morgana was not nearly as gentle as Guinevere, grinning with delight as she fucked the Queen’s arse with well-practiced strokes. She leant down and kissed the back of Mary’s head adoringly, mewing as her hips pounded onwards. “Oh yes dear, just like that.”
Savage whined, her cock twitching painfully beneath her, so hard it was struggling beneath her. she slowly rose up, getting onto her hands and knees to let her cock breathe a little. Guinn let out a low gasp as she saw Savage’s length, reaching down and gently stroking it. “You’re so big!” she breathed.
“Wh… oh!” Savage managed, now suddenly finding her cock being explored as well as the confines of her arse. She groaned and bowed her head, gritting her teeth as she found herself quickly getting overwhelmed.
“Oh!” Guinevere gasped as Savage groaned, spewing a thick, steaming load down onto the towels.
Savage moaned quietly, cheeks dark with humiliation. “I… I’m so sorry.”
“It’s alright, sweetheart.” Mary grinned, taking her hand and squeezing. “It’s good to see you having fun.”
“I… I should have been gentler.” Guinevere mumbled.
“N… no.” Savage blushed. “It was good… m…may I have more?”
Mary’s face split into a grin. “We can do better than that, sweetheart.”
Savage groaned as Guinevere pulled out of her, and obediently shuffled back as Mary straightened up and lifted Savage up. She was still a little dazed, cock pulsing and body vibrating with a warm, pleasant glow. In what felt like only a moment, Savage was kneeling over the Queen, cock rubbing between her thighs as Mary giggled and stroked her shoulders.
“Are you ready, sweetheart?” she asked softly. Savage blushed and nodded, slightly confused. She pressed herself inside The Queen to a loud moan of delight form the older woman. Savage sighed happily at the hot, wet softness massaging her rod and then practically howled as both Morgana and Guinevere’s liberally lubricated rods pressed inside her. She groaned breathlessly, trembling as her cock pulsed immediately. Mary purred at the sight and reached up, tugging her down into a warm kiss. “How does that feel?”
“I’m… so full.” Savage whined, “It feels… good!”
“Mmmm, start fucking dears, let’s make this a night to remember.” The Queen cooed before laying back and nibbling her lip as all three girls began to roll their hips. Savage quivered as she was assaulted by pleasure she’d never felt before, the Queen’s cunt around her rod and two full cocks pushing with slow gentle thrusts into her rear. Her cock moved with the motion inside Mary’s hot, wet slit, she barely needed to do a thing beyond groan and fondle the Queen’s body beneath her.
“She’s… so tight.” Guinn whined, panting as she clung to her sister with one hand, the other tugging urgently on Savage’s hip.
“So much tighter than mother.” Morgana agreed, tugging her fellow slave in for a long kiss.
“Careful, sweet.” Mary groaned, trying her best to sound sever as Savage filled her. “You don’t want to insult me, do you?”
“Morgie loves her spankings.” Guinn grinned evilly.
“Does she?” The Queen sighed, biting her lip at a particularly sharp thrust into her. “W… well I’ll… have to find another… way to… punish her.”
“You… have them call you… mother?” Savage breathed, frowning as she tried to hold back her orgasm with a little smalltalk. Her stamina had been made utterly pathetic thanks to the cocks playing in her arse.
“Just a little fun.” Mary purred. “I did remake them, and they’re so wonderfully sweet. My little playthings. I’m a little ashamed to say I love them more than my real sons.”
“It’s… intimate.”
“So is sharing my bed with them.” Mary sighed, moaning as Savage’s hands moved from her shoulders to her waist for a better grip.
“Mistress and I… share a bed, but it’s… different.”
“You’re there for her convenience, I suppose?”
“Yes.”
“P… perhaps, dear, you need to show her just how you want to be treated. Once our night has concluded.” The Queen chuckled, “Now enough talk… fuck me like the animal you are.”
Savage groaned and obeyed, turning her attention down to the Queen and moving her hips as fast as she could sustain. Behind her, the girls groaned, barely moving as Savage put all the work in, bucking her hips back against them and then thrusting forwards deep into their mistress.
“Oh… yes… yes that’s it.” The Queen was moaning beneath Savage, “Oh god you’re magnificent!”
“I… I’m close… ma’am.” Savage croaked, hands tangled in Mary’s hair as her hips moved almost by themselves.
“Don’t hold back.” Mary grinned, grabbing her by the cheeks and squeezing.
Savage nodded, panting breathlessly. Behind her, the girls were moaning as well, quickly reaching their peak as well.
She erupted inside the Queen with a low groan, pressing her head down as the girls blew their loads inside her as well. it was unlike anything she’d ever felt before, leaving her breathless as the warmth rushed through her.
“That was wonderful.” The Queen sighed contentedly. She stroked her hands around Savage’s waist and tugged her down beside her, “Lie with me.”
“Y… yes.” Savage managed to mumble, rolling onto her side and groaning. The Queen chuckled and cupped her cheek, planting a soft kiss on her lips before turning to the girls.
“You too, loves, come cuddle.”
“With pleasure, mother.” Guinn purred, dropping down and nestling herself against Mary’s hip, her lips kissing a soft, heavy breast with adoration before she sighed and closed her eyes. Morgana smiled and carefully lay herself behind savage, slipping her hands around her and nuzzling close. Savage hummed contentedly, pushing her face against Mary’s cheek as Morgana’s fingers stroked over her belly.
“Thank you, ma’am.” Savage breathed, earning a gentle pat to the cheek in reply.
“My pleasure… S… savage.” The older woman sighed sleepily before falling asleep.
Savage smiled tiredly to herself and settled down, thinking about what the Queen had said. Perhaps she should try and show just how much Clea meant to her, how she wished they would be more than mistress and slave.
She just worried how her mistress would react.
