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Endless Knights

By: Regan and Morgana

A tale of sexual servitude set in the days of King Arthur

Rating: NC-17

This fic contains BDSM, Homoerotic acts, non consensual sex, sex with multiple partners

This is a multi part story

She curled into the bed, her body started to relax after the terror of the day. The soft flicker of firelight danced upon the walls of the well furnished room and the bed was warm and deep. She pulled the covers up higher over her unclad body and felt sleep start to claim her.

She was drifting into strange dreams when the sound of the door opening awoke her. She sat up straighter, pulling the covers high. The handsome face of the duke peered into the room from the open door. He grinned at her and entered, pushing the door open. She gasped loudly when behind him entered his brother, Turquine....and behind him Faramon. She softly bit her lip and whimpered.

"Relax girl. It’s going to be a long night." Carados chuckled as he sat down heavily in one of the carved chairs. He started pulling off his boots, watching her curled on the bed. "That's delightful, Turquine," He said, starting to unlace his breeches. "Think the village boys have left her alone or will she be boring and dull?"

"She looks like a tiny scared rabbit in that huge bed." Turquine chuckled, sitting on the bottom of the bed looking up at her.

"Ruari...that is your name, is it not girl?" Carados asked, pausing to pull his tunic over his head.

"Yes." She whispered quietly.

"Yes? Just yes?" Carados chuckled, tossing his tunic on the floor. She blushed and turned to look away from his bare chest. Turquine and Faramon chuckled.

"Yes, your Grace." She whispered.

He walked to stand next to the bed, tugging gently at the covers. "Come brother, it has been a while since we’ve shared a woman." She gasped slightly and held the fur coverings tighter.

"Oh gladly, the last was most enjoyable." Turquine laughed. Faramon moved and tended the wood on the fire as Turquine began tugging off his clothing. She scooted higher in the bed and whimpered quietly, holding the covers high and tight to her, glancing nervously from one to the other. Faramon, having tended the fire moved to sit against one of the posts at the foot of the bed, a goblet and bottle of wine in his hand. He grinned up at her.

"Soon girl...we will begin the punishment of impudent young women who wander freely unsupervised in the Duke’s lands." He raised the goblet and took a sip. Carados laughed and shed his breeches. She glanced at him and gasped, biting her lip again.

"You’re scaring her Faramon!" Carados chuckled, tugging harder at the covers. She grasped them tighter then startled when Turquine slid beneath the covers and pressed against her side, his large hand skimming the skin of her belly.

"The covers mi’lady. I wish to see your soft form." He tugged then down at the same time as Carados and with a soft squeak she let them go. Both men gasped slightly as she was bared to their gaze. She squeezed her eyes shut, feeling a large hand skim the curves of her body.

"She’s quite the prize brother," Carados murmured softly, "your’s to enjoy first."

"Mine, Carados...I am....I will..."

"Little brother, do not nay say me. We will both enjoy her, but she is yours to initiate. A gift for your service."

Faramon let out a low whistle. "I will wait my turn, gentleman. I would see her kneel and use that soft mouth on me while I enjoy my wine." he said with a dark chuckle. "If she is indeed truly untried she will learn this night what it is to be a woman." He leaned back against the post and resumed sipping his wine.

Carados slid next to her on the bed and both men moved to press against her. She made a soft whimper as Carados gently eased her to lie back against the thick, soft pillows. She felt two hands skim her waist and hips and up to cup her full breasts. She groaned softly as they simultameously pinched her tight nipples. When she moved her arms both men grasped them, effectively pinning her as they contineud their soft touches. Her head was gently tilted and a warm mouth nibbled on her neck and ear while Turquine moved to claim her lips with his, kissing her softly, then deepening the kiss, rubbing his hardness against her thigh.

She whimpered softly in nervousness and Carados chuckled. They both shifted and she felt two warm mouths claim her tender nipples at the same time, both keeping a firm hold on her slender wrists. She moaned as their mouths became more insistant, sucking and nibbling softly, then as if on cue they both nipped at her sharply, eliciting a cry from her before they continued their assault. The feeling of their beards brushing against the undersides of her breasts was divine. She felt her body shudder as her belly clenched. Both men chuckled softly.

She felt Carados shift next to her and his large hand hooked behind her knee and tugged her leg out. Turquine repeated the movement and she was left wide open to their gaze. Faramon chuckled softly from his perch at the foot of the bed. "Now that is a beautiful site. I think she needs to be kept like that, open and ready..." he laughed again taking another sip and then pouring more from the bottle.

With a soft gasp she felt Turquine’s large hand on her inner thigh, lightly skimming while Carados returned his attention to her breast and nipples, nipping and sucking them to firm peaks. Turquine’s hands drifted higher and he chuckled when they finally brushed her dampened curls.

"Enide?" he asked with a laugh. She whimpered and nodded softly. Carados lifted his head and gazed down at her, then slid his own hand down to feel her dampness.

"Ohhh, that girl is wicked. She left you damp for us." He said with a soft chuckle. He brought his hand back up and pressed it to her lips, urging her to open. When she did he slipped it into her mouth, thrusting softly as Enide had done, mimicking what was coming. He further illustrated by rubbing himself against her thigh. She groaned softly and as she did she felt one of Turquine’s large fingers sliding into her.

"Oh, brother. She’s nice and damp." He almost groaned. He started to press a second finger into her. "Gods, she’s an innocent." He sounded surprised.

"Mmm..wonderful." Carados whispered against her ear, taking her mouth with his fingers.

"And she’s so tight." Turquine said, trying to slide a third finger into her. She cried out and arched her hips sharply, feeling so full.

"That will feel wonderful." Carados murmured. He pulled her fingers from her and looked down where Turquine was stretching her tight body. With a wicked grin he took his damp fingers down and started to press one into her alongside his brothers. This caused her to cry out sharply. "Oh girl, you can take it, you need it. He’s much larger than this." Together they thrust sharply then started an alternating rhythm of moving in and out of her. The feeling was exquisite and she was soon whimpering in delight and frustration.

"I think the little rabbit likes it." Carados laughed.

"Mmmm...but I think she needs more." Turquine whispered, gently nipping at one of her breasts. "Girl, I want to be inside you." His voice was almost pleading as he thrust his three fingers deeper, brushing her virginity. He started easing his fingers back and out of her. Carados grinned and replaced the finger removed by his brother with ones of his own so that she still was filled with four large male fingers.

Turquine shifted to move over her, looking down at her soft full breasts and wide frightened eyes. "So beautiful," he whispered as he grasped her legs behind her knees and opened her wider, stretching her body out even more on his brothers fingers. She whimpered softly looking up at him.

Carados chuckled and started pulling his fingers back. When she was emptied Turquine fitted his body to hers. Carados moved to grasp her wrists, pulling her up a bit he slid beneath her and held her tightly against his lap. Turquine pushed her knees up higher and began pressing firmly down and into her damp body.

"Oh Gods!" She cried out, tears filling her eyes as fear over took her.

"Shhh....girl relax." Carados whispered. He exchanged looks with his brother and leaned down to kiss her deeply. At the same time Turquine thrust deeply into her and through her maiden head. She screamed into Carados’ mouth and at the foot of the bed Faramon chuckled.

"Her first lesson."

Turquine moaned, pressing deeper into her. "She’s...so tight..." he muttered as he began thrusting firmly, deeply. She cried out again, still muffled by Carados’ warm mouth and insistant tongue. He pulled her knees even tighter apart and continued, working her tiny body with his hips.

Carados slipped his hand down and between the two, using her dampness he began softly flicking and circling her tightening nub of flesh, then moving more firmly when she cried out sharply again. "That’s it girl, this is what you need." He moved to whisper against her ear, watching as his brother moved harder and deeper into her. Suddenly he grinned wickedly and shifted her to rest back on her elbows, her upper body raised. He knelt in front of her and pressed his upright thickness against her mouth.

"Open girl, you need to be filled more.." he whispered. She looked up at him, her eyes wide and remembered Enide’s warning to behave. Her lips parted softly and he thrust into her mouth, moving deeply and pressing against her throat. Tears filled her eyes and she gagged. With a chuckle he eased back then grasped her head, holding her tightly on him. He began thrusting shallowly into her mouth.

"Now your Grace, you are being far to easy on the girl." Faramon commented from the foot of the bed.

"Well when it is your turn you can show us how it’s done good Sir Knight." Carados chuckled, stroking her cheek and brushing hair back from her face. "Suck me girl, use your tongue," he commanded sharply. She moved her mouth on him, swirling her tongue. She moaned softly, enjoying his taste more than she cared to admit.

Turquine shifted her, lifting her legs up and over his arms, thrusting more downward into her, taking her at an extremely deep angle for a virgin. She cried out softly and Carados held her head tighter and pushed deeper into her mouth. "You are ours now girl." he whispered darkly. With a soft groan he muttered, "Swallow." and began to pulsed into her mouth. She gagged softly but managed to swallow him as he came in her mouth and throat.

Faramon chuckled. "Her second lesson."

Carados kept his hand moving on her tiny nub, rubbing in firm circles, causing her to clench on his brother and squeal. Soon she was writhing, her body flushed and tight. Turquine moaned and thrust harder, feeling the start of her tight, clenching orgasm as her body held his tighter. With a low, gutteral noise he came hard, filling her belly with his seed, crying her name out.

She whimpered when he leaned down to kiss her mouth. "That, little girl, was beautiful." He brushed his lips against her and slowly began to pull out of her clenching tight body. Carados shifted to lay next to her and Turquine stretched out on her other side, both caressing and touching her still shivering body.

"That was not bad my Lords. Now let’s really fill this girl up." Faramon said, downing the remainder of the wine.

Endless Knights

By: Regan and Morgana

A tale of sexual servitude set in the days of King Arthur

Rating: NC-17

This fic contains BDSM, Homoerotic acts, non consensual sex, sex with multiple partners

This is a multi part story

The day was cool and fresh. Morning quickly turned into the kind of soft lingering after noon that seems to drag on...the soft light of the sun kissing at every object, making it glow with the warmth an radiance. Raurie walked along the dirt road, and apple in one hand and her small woven basket in the other, making her way back towards the village she resided in. It was a small village, ruled by Carados, a duke and in these scarcely poplulated parts of King Arthur's realm, a king. Raurie and her mother had lived in this village only 2 years, having moved after the death of her father and brother in war. Raurie kept them fed earning a bit of coin sewing and assisting the local seamstress.

But her mother had recently fallen ill, and the medicine required could not be purchased in their tiny village. A healer in a neighboring village was able to grow the nessecary ingrediants, but it meant travelling between the two villages along unguarded and dangerous roads.

For the first two weeks Hamish, a young stable boy had been able to accompany Raurie as she travelled. But he had been busy recently, with an influx of beasts needing his care so she had been forced to make the trip alone.

The trip there had been without incident and she had been able to make a few meager purchases, and spend some time browsing the shops. She enjoyed the solitude of the afternoon as she began her journey home. She was lost deep in thought as she walked along the road, the birds singing sweetly in the sky and the smell of sweet grass perfuming the air.

She was a short girl of 18 summers. Her hair wound into a thick braid and rich brown in color. She bore light freckles across her cheeks and nose and her skin remained pale and delicate despite hard work in the garden to keep her and her mother fed. She had clear eyes of crisp green that sparkled in the sun.

She ambled along, enjoying the slow pace, knowing her mother would not miss her until night fall.

She decided to stop and enjoy her meal sitting, rather than standing so she sat in the sun warmed grass and pulled a bit of bread and a second apple from her basket. She was nibbling and humming softly when she heard the sound of horses approaching.

She didn’t think to move, figuring she was safely off the road, so she continued to nibble at her meager meal. A cart approached first, loaded with equipment and not men, quickly followed by a second. Six men walked alongside, squires by their dress. She looked on with interest and a few returned her gaze...most however paid her no heed.

"Knights..." she muttered under her breath. Their insignia and mannerisms identified them as Knights of Carados, the Duke. She knew she needn’t fear them, but still, in times of war it was time to be moving on. She stood and brushed the dried grass off her skirts, gathered up her basket and started to move on. She’d walked for about twenty minutes when the sounds of horses approaching disturbed the silence once more. Instinctively she moved off the road, allowing the approaching riders to pass. To her shock and somewhat to her dismay they slowed...

"What have we here my friend? A loyal servant of the Duke having to amble along on foot?" One rider pulled alongside her. He was a large man, handsome in his own way with dark hair and a scar that crossed his temple. The other pulled along her other side, a man with blond hair and wicked blue eyes that sparkled with mischief.

"Are you a servant of my brother, Duke Carados?" The blond man asked, stopping his steed to block the road before her. She glanced from one man to the other with growing nervousness. Rarely had knights been known to stop peasants along the road...

"Yes." Her voice was quiet, shaking a bit with nerves, "I reside in the village beneath his castle my Lords."

"What are you doing wandering this road alone? Have you no worthy brother or husband to escort you?" The dark haired man questioned, his voice dark and serious.

"I had business in the neighboring village, and there was no one available to escort me." She glanced at him and saw a coldness in his eyes. She clutched her basket nervously.

"What ‘business’ are you about girl?" His voice grew sterner still.

She shivered a bit, "I had some purchases that needed made my lord, no harm intened..."

"These are dangerous times, warring lands. Perhaps she is an enemy come to lay seige to the castle Faramon." The blond haired man mused, his voice filled with laughter.

"A spy?" The dark haired man, identified as Faramon asked, his eyebrow cocked arrogantly as he looked down at her.

"I am no spy." Her voice fell to barely above a whisper. "Now if my Lords will excuse me, I will be missed." She turned as if to leave, knowing she could not get past the blond man blocking the road with his great stallion.

"What a novel thought Turquine, I believe she is simply a young woman who has no one to care for her, yet will be missed. Interesting indeed. Which falsehood is it, girl? Have you no one? Or will you be missed?" Faramon spoke, his voice soft and even.

"Neither. I have no one to escort me, but I will be missed by my mother."

"Surely your mother would ne'er send you out alone.What sort of poor parenting is that? She must wish you gone from her dwelling. Are you a thorn in her side, perhaps?" The blond man asked his voice still touched with amusement. He sat up straighter in his saddle, watching her with amusement. The dark haired man circled his horse to block the other side.

"My mother could not make the trip herself, my father has been long dead. I have no brothers, my Lords, and my mother awaits me." Her voice shook as she looked between the two of them.

"Pity. Have you no sisters with husbands?" Turquine, the blond man asked. She slowly shook her head ‘no.’

"Then what sort of men would we be to not lend aid to a woman out on "business"?" He reached down a gloved hand to her as if to pull her up onto the huge horse. "Come girl. We haven't all day."

"I’m...I am certain I will be alright my lords." she whispered. "She made as if to move around them, knowing her body shook with each step taken.

"Have you no manners?" The darked haired Faramon called out after her. "Turning your back on the Duke's brother even as he speaks to you? Offers you aid?"

"I...I did not mean him insult my lord." She turned, whispering. She could see the anger in his eyes as he looked down on her. "I do not wish to trouble you as I'm sure your business is more pressing than mine."

""Now she's an expert in matters of the kingdom. Certain she knows our business is more important than hers...not that she ever revealed her 'business'." Faramon smirked lightly, glancing at Turquine.

"Faramon...we are cruel. Come, my lady, allow us to aid you in this mysterious quest of yours." Turquine spoke, reaching his hand down to her once more. She moved foward nervously, seeing no other way around them.

"Your basket." He reached for it and handed it to Faramon, who quickly examined the contents, smirking softly.

"This is what brings you alone on dangerous roads? Some thread, some bread and a simple?" he almost laughed as her face colored deeply. "Girl you are either very brave or very foolish." He secured it on the back of his saddle as the light haired knight reached down his gloved hand again.

"Put both of your hands in mine. I will lift you onto the saddle." He said softly. When she grasped his hand she was lifted easily, as if she weigh nothing and settled on the large horse in front of the man. "We are traveling in the same direction, no? You do belong to my brother and, I owe you a measure of protection." His voice quiet and close to her ear.

"I thank you for your kindness then my lord." She whispered, settling back nervously on the large horse.

"See, Faramon, she has manners." he chuckled behind her, urging the horse forward with a soft kick of his heels.

Faramon chuckled and they started down the road leading towards the castle of Duke Carados. When they came to the point where the road dipped away into the small valley where the village is located, they turned to ride up the hill to the castle. The forest surrounds the castle from below the hill and sight of the village is almost obscured by uncleared timber.

Raurie made a soft noise of protest. "My lords, my mother’s house is in the village."

"We have no business in the village." In the distance the sound of trumpets faintly fill the air.

"I can walk if you can no longer bear me." She continued to protest, squirming slightly.

Faramon chuckled again. "You are no burden, girl. You do, however, belong to your Lord and his brother has taken a fancy to you. I have never seen him bear a woman upon his horse, nor stop for peasants.Walking away from him is not your decison."

She thought to struggle free, but feared the fall from so great and animal and the certainty that these knights would end the life of a peasant girl who misbehaved. She was trapped.

"Oh, I believe Carados will not allow me to keep such a prize. However, if I am fortunate, I might yet enjoy her charms ere the night ends." Turquine spoke, his voice quiet. His hand tightened around her waist. "Twas folly for your mother to send a woman out into a warring land. Anger me not."

"My mother didn’t send me, I went of my own volition."

"Then you are an unruly, headstrong young woman who needs to be taught the ways of the world," Faramon spoke. "I will personally enjoy assisting in that task, if I am allowed."

They approached the castle and the gates were lifted. Men bowed to them and squires rushed to take their horses. Another knight approached, leaving a group of four or five companions. He arrogantly looked Raurie up and down, a smirk on his face."What have we here Turquine?"

"A village girl, and a pretty one at that. Here, take her to my brother and see if he wishes her to be his or if we might have her." She was lifted from the large horse and handed to this man, who quickly grasped her wrists in one of his large hands, effectively holding her still.

"Do not fear, girl. Our sport will not take your life unless you fight." Turquine spoke as he dismounted. He reached out and brush a rough hand across her cheek. The knight behind her released her wrists and Faramon handed her back her basket.

"See what Carados wishes, we will be in shortly."

She was led into the confines of the castle. It's colder out of the meager sunlight the dying afternoon sun afforded. Winter was coming and the chill in the air was strong in the shade away from the direct light. She was led into the great hall which had no large fire lit, only two braziers to either side of the chair where the duke sat, eating a late midday meal.

There were six men seated or lounging around the table closest to the Duke. Two maps spread out on the table, pierced by daggers to hold them in place. Food and scraps lay around and the men seemed restless. They were obviously planning a battle. The Duke was seated on the more ornately carved chairs. He was a tall man, his hair more reddish than blond. He wore a thick beard. He greatly resembled Turquine, his brother, but was likely ten years his elder.

"Sornehan, what have you there? A petitioner seeking work or food?" His voice was deep and she felt tiny shivers pass through her when she looked at him. The men about the table laughed lightly, all eyes locked on her tiny, trembling form.

The knights grip on her arm becomes quite firm and he led her to stand before the duke, pushing her to knees, causing her to partially spill the contents of the basket. "A gift from your brother, Your Grace."

"Stand girl, stop groveling. Let us see you." Carados spoke, spearing another bite of meat as he looked her over carefully. She stood, leaving her belongs spilt on the stone floor, her eyes lowered.

"Do you know who I am?" He spoke to her slowly, as if she were simple.

"Yes my Grace." She spoke quietly, keeping her eyes lowered to the floor. The sound of doors opening caused her to raise her eyes. The two men who brought her to the castle come in, moving with grace and arrogance.

"Welcome home, little brother," the duke stood and walked towards Turquine, embracing him. "Faramon, have you kept him from trouble?"

"Never my lord, I am forever plagued by his antics!" Faramon spoke. Laughter filled the hall.

"Like you the gift I found along the road?" Turquine spoke, nodding towards Raurie. She blushed and clasped her hands together, feeling her face flush hotly as all eyes turned towards her.

"She's lovely, Turquine, however, I suspect she is not simply for me." The three moved to the table, joining the other men as the duke returned to his seat.

"Ah, brother, there you are mistaken. Yes, I find her quite pretty. Nicely plump, long hair awaits beneath those braids," he looked her over carefully, obviously assessing her charms, "But she is, indeed, yours. She is a villager from nearby, a loyal subject." His voice shook with amusement.

"I suspected her of spying, but it turns out that she is simply mischievous." Faramon spoke, helping himself to the food on the table.

"Pity," another man spoke darkly, "interrogating her would be...fun."

"Punishing her could be far more enjoyable," spoke another.

"You lords are terrifying her. Look," the Duke's aristocratic tone was softer, "she is quivering. Do you enjoy frightening young women?"

When the laughter broke, Faramon spoke up to say, "Yes!" enthusiastically. Raurie realized the question was directed at him.

"Enide!" The Duke called out sharply. A woman appeared from a doorway behind him. Tall, slender, she was dressed in simple clothing and her hair was in a single long braid down her back. "Take her to my chambers and see that she is bathed and clothed. Here, gather her things and see that she is fed. I will join her in a bit and then she can return with me to feast this night. We welcome my brother and his men home."

Raurie looked at him with fear in her eyes, she wanted to protest but a stern look warned her not to speak. Her belongings were gathered and returned to the basket and the woman grasped her elbow and led her out of the hall. "What’s your name girl?" The woman asked as she was led into a dark hallway.

"Raurie." Her voice shook, she was barely able to find the words to voice her own name.

"Well, Raurie, you belong to the Duke now." She kept her grip firm on the girls elbow.

"My lady....what do they want of me?" she asked quietly, as they made their way through the passages and up a winding staircase.

Enide turned and looked Raurie over, considering her words carefully. "Are you a virgin girl? Has any touched you?"

Raurie shook her head quickly. "I’m not married."

Enide smirked. "Marriage and a maiden’s virtues do not always go together girl, especially not for beautiful peasants." she shook her head softly as the girl blushed. "They will want your body...to do what I did to you and have you suckle their members in return. They will fill you with themselves and use you for pleasure."

"They?" Raurie asked softly, her voice shaking.

"Yes, I imagine you are to be a gift to his brothers men, a reward for service to his grace, that is of course, after the Duke has taken his fill." Enide chuckled slightly. "Do not fear girl, you will be well enjoyed, but if the Duke’s reputation is true, you will also find great pleasure in it."

She opened a large wooden door and led her into a richly adorned room. A fire was blazing in the fire place and a large bed filled the room, big enough for at least five grown men. Raurie stopped and looked around in amazement.

"Come girl, off with your dress." Enide held out her hand.

"My dress? You mean I’m to be...naked?"

"Well...that’s what the Duke wishes. Naked and bathed and waiting for him and any company he chooses to invite."

She grasped the front of her bodice, balking slightly at her, her eyes wide.

"If he returns and finds you clothed his anger will be greater, and he will be rougher with you." Enide spoke quietly, keeping her hand held out.

"Oh...I...." Raurie whimpered softly. Her mind wandered to her mother at home and she felt tears rise to her eyes. She slowly began undoing the laces of her bodice.

"My mother...she will miss me." She spoke quietly as she removed the bodice, leaving her in her skirts and underskirts and chemise. "She needs the medicine in my basket." She finished as she slowly started removing her underskirts.

"I can have it sent to her with a message that you have entered into the service of the Duke. Your mother will be proud to hear this." Enide folded up the garments as she was handed them "But you will owe me, when the Duke finishes with you, you will work in the palace, I need an assistant...and quite honestly, I would enjoy a plaything..." she let her voice trail off. "For that I will make sure your mother is cared for." She finished, holding her hand out for the last of Raurie’s garments.

"I....do I have your word?" She asked, slowly slipping off the chemise.

"Yes girl you..." Enide paused, looking with great interest at Raurie’s bare form. "Oh my." She stopped, her breath quickening a bit. "You are a lovely thing aren’t you." She stepped forward and reached to touch her nipples, hardened by the chill in the room. Raurie made a soft noise of protest and took a step back. "Oh, girl. Relax, you will bear more than my curious touches this night." Enide whispered and she reached out and gently pinched both of the trembling girls nipples.

Raurie gasped softly, the sensations causing her stomach to clench. Enide put a hand to her stomach and pressed her back gently until her bottom was touching the high bed of the Duke.

"Up, onto the bed love," Enide whispered. "What I will do here will make this night much easier on you."

Raurie climbed onto the high bed, biting her lower lip in nervousness. She had no way to refuse this girl. She resigned herself to endure what fate brought her this night. She sat on the edge of the bed and Enide grasped her ankles, spreading her legs wide. Raurie whimpered, her cheeks flushing as this bared her intimate secrets to this woman’s gaze.

When she tried to move away she found the woman’s hands to be firm, holding her ankles tightly.

"Do not fight me girl, ‘twill make this night harder to bear." Enide grinned down at her little captive, letting her eyes travel her bared body. "She released on of her ankles and leaned over the girl to catch her mouth in a harsh kiss, letting it soften when she heard Raurie moan beneath her.

"Good girl," Enide whispered. She brought two fingers to Rauries lips, tracing them lightly. "Get them wet."

Raurie let her lips part and the fingers plunged into her mouth. Enide moved her fingers in blantant mimicry of what she would endure later that night and Raurie moaned softly again, letting her tongue skim the woman’s slender digits. She was innocent, but knew what transpired between a woman and a man. This woman standing between her open legs was something of an enigma but she found herself growing excited as she worked her tongue on her fingers.

"Very good girl," Enide whispered again. "The Duke will be pleased with you." She pulled her fingers from her mouth and moved them down to skim over the soft brown curls between Raurie’s widely parted legs. She slowly slid one between her folds, then pressed into her body. She smiled slightly at what she found. "You’re growing damp girl."

Raurie blushed, uncertain if she should be responding so to this woman’s touch. Enide made a soft noise of approval and started to slip another finger into her tight body. "Hmmm...." she pressed deeper, "The Duke will be pleased to find you are indeed untouched, will make you all the more valuable to him." She grinned as she softly thrust her fingers in and out, careful to avoid breaking the thin membrane that classified her as an innocent. Raurie moaned softly, her hips shifting from the sensations this brought.

"Look at you girl. You like this," Enide whispered, pressing in a bit more. She slowly started to slip a third finger in. Raurie whimpered, biting her lower lip, her hands restlessly grasping the linens fur coverings of the bed. "You need this," Enides voice lowered. She thrust her fingers gently then bent between the girls spread legs, her breath sending shivers all over Raurie as she breathed so close to her spread body.

"I want to taste you." Enide spoke, keeping her fingers thrusting into the girl. "Open your legs wider so I can enjoy your secrets."

Raurie opened her legs wider, acting purely on the sensations the woman was giving her. She jumped when she felt a warm mouth on her body, a tongue exploring the damp, soft skin of her secrets. "Oh my," she whimpered softly.

That tongue skimmed and flicked over an area that caused Raurie to startle, shivers coursing through her body. "Oh," She moaned softly her hips shifting.

Enide chuckled and flicked her tongue again. "Have you ever found release girl?"

"No...Oh!" Raurie gasped when she started an constant onslaught of firm circles with her tongue.

"Hmm...good." Enide laughed darkly and continued her gentle assault on the girls body. Soon she was crying out, her head rocking on the fur covered bed.

"Come for me girl...give me your release." Enide murmured as she started to slip a fourth finger into her tight damp body.

A violent tingle surged through Raurie, from her clenching stomach to her toes. She felt her nipples growing tighter and her entire body became a fit of shivers. She felt soft screams escape her as the shivers continued. Enide would not ease up, keeping her tongue firm against the girl until she was writhing in her release. When finally her shudders began to subside she lifted her head grinning.

Raurie looked up at her, her breath hard and her heart pounding in her chest. "What...what was that?" she gasped breathlessly.

"That sweet girl, is a feeling you need to remember and try to obtain again. It was an orgasm, a release." She slowly started to pull her fingers out of the girl, giggling at how tightly there were held. When she finally had all her fingers back she lightly kissed Rauries still trembling stomach. "Up, into the middle of the bed with you, your new master will be arriving shortly." Enide helped Raurie scoot up higher into the bed, and using a silver comb, pulled the tangles out of her hair, arranging in on the pillows.

"Now, when he comes he may be alone or he may have guests. Be a good girl for him and he will see to it you find another release. Be a bad girl and his taking of your body will be laced with a good deal of pain. Understand?"

Raurie nodded, her eyes widening. She knew she was trembling again. Enide leaned down and softly kissed her lips, brushing a stray piece of the girls hair away. "Consider it your good fortune that you were alone on the road today, it is reported that the pleasures of the Duke’s bed are...considerable."

Enide smiled and slid off the bed. "He will be here shortly, try to relax." With that she silently left Raurie alone in the huge room.

To be continued in Part II