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SOLSTICE CASTLE PART VII

(In which our hero, teenaged orphan Jaze, seeking to find the
mysterious green-cloaked stranger who clubbed the Prime Minister and
stole some of the magical royal gemstones, finds himself a guest at a
royal debauch, having just enjoyed the combined favors of two nubile
young cousins and gone down to the the castle pool to cleanse himself,
where he spots the assailant.)

I palmed the lovely cheek of the blonde maid and cupped one of her
astounding, overflowing breasts. I assured her of her allure but
explained that another call of nature demanded my attention first, but
that I would return later to join her. She good-naturedly sighed and
toweled me dry, and then assisted me in putting my trousers back on. I
kissed her soundly, and then headed around the pool to follow the
mysterious green-cloaked assailant....

[End of Part VI]

After slipping away from the scene of drug and wine-enhanced debauch
around the pool, I climbed to the top of the natural ampitheatre and
entered the forested area, where sweet smelling eucalyptus and coastal
pines dotted the otherwise mossy area.  A sturdy fence a head taller
than my own height ran along my left, with the stand of trees to my
left. After stealthily proceeding some forty paces, I heard voices and
stopped behind a eucalyptus, my hands resting on the peeling bark.
Peeking around it, I saw not one but two figures in green cloaks,
standing in a quiet huddle, conversing. Their hoods remained over their
heads, and I could not make out their faces.  They were but seven or
eight paces from me, but their voices were low and I could make out only
snatches of their conversation, and their deep voices were similar
enough that I could not even detect which of the two was speaking at any
given moment.
Still, there was no disputing the conspiratorial tone of their
meeting. Bits of sentences reached me: "King must not find out.... a few
more of the jewels, with the power to help us trace the remainder of the
set... old gypsy who disclosed the ancient magic ... will not tell her
tale to anyone else ... that damn girl who intruded on us thankfully is
a mute ... think someone else may have seen ... Here is your pay, but
will expect more."
At those last words, the arms of the two men came together, as they
obviously were passing some coins for a task committed by one of them.
I realized that the meeting was breaking up and that, if either man
returned back down the path, I most certainly would be seen. I backed
away from the tree quietly and headed back toward the pool area, but
quickly stopped.  At the head of the path stood two fearsome guards. I
quickly realized that my tenuous role as guest of Phenshraw, the Prince,
did not extend to snooping around in what was obviously the royal
family's private arbor, and I likely would be banished from the castle
if I was spotted there.
Given little choice, I grabbed the top of the fence and vaulted over,
landing atop a scratchy juniper, which clawed at my bare chest. I heard
the rustling of a cloak back on the other side of the fence as its owner
rushed by. I scrambled forward and pressed my eye up against a gap
between two slats in the fence. All I could see was the back of one of
the retreating figures as he confidently strode back to the party, his
arms swinging wide. My eye caught a red glint on his left hand from
reflected light of a torch next to one of the soldiers. The man
obviously had a great ruby ring on that hand. One of the soldiers
saluted him as he passed by.
Crouched there behind the juniper, I tried to put the new information
in order in my mind. Clearly this man with the ruby ring was plotting
against the King, and the jewels which he had tried to steal from the
Prime Minister lay at the center of the scheme. Some gypsy had told him
of their magical powers and now her safety was at risk. If I could get
this information to Queen Serjeena, she could certainly identify a man
who possessed such authority and access and who bore a large ruby ring.
She could order the man arrested, and I'd be a hero. And... I realized
that then I might well claim the reward of her own flesh that the
lovely, dark-haired queen had offered.
I began to look for a place to re-scale the fence to return to the
nobles-only party which I had recently left. On this side of the fence,
the landscaping consisted of rolling green hillocks dotted with oaks and
more eucalyptus, sloping gradually away from me.  This area was bordered
by the fence, which itself was lined with exotic bushes and purple and
blue flowers. Torches were dotted about, every ten yards or so.  Some
forty yards beyond, I could see a path that returned to the Castle, and
I somehow sensed that this was a private garden intended for the royal
family alone.
I walked along the fence away from the direction of the party to make
sure that I would be out of sight of the guards on the other side when I
leapt over. Just as I reached up to begin my vault, I detected voices
back behind me. I quickly dropped to a crouch behind a bush and looked
over the top of the hillock behind it.
Through the filtered view of the bushes, I could see three female
figures sitting about at the bottom of a ring of grassy hillock. I dared
to raise my head further. Facing me were Lorena and Rebca, with a red-
haired figure facing away from me. I realized that they were sitting
with their legs tucked underneath then at the edge of a small pond.
Girlish giggles came from their huddled heads.  The women were wearing
sheer gowns not unlike those that Charel and Licia were wearing back at
the pond - or at least had been wearing until I had persuaded the two
vixens to remove them.
Lorena's mouth opened in breathy excitement. "Have you ever seen such
goings on?" she exclaimed. "I thought I'd go up in flames when I saw all
those huge cocks pumping away." Rebca covered her mouth in mock shock in
reaction to the statuesques blonde's use of the vulgar term for a man's
most treasured member. Lorena continued, "I hope your father never
discovers that one can see part of the pool area from that spot on your
balcony."
The red-haired woman threw her head back in laughter, exposing her
face for the first time. I sat stunned. It was Princess Paleem!  She was
unveiled, unshrouded and - if you take into account the silhouettes
'neath her almost sheer gown as highlighted by the flickering torches
behind her - almost unclothed.
Oh gentle reader. How can I convey to you the sight of one so fair?
My mind gave little heed to the deadly risk that I should surely be
sliced from throat to crotch in an instant should one of the King's
guard espy me peeping at the princess while in such a state. I could
only sit and gape, knowing that I was watching what surely was a beauty
beyond any seen elsewhere in the land. Her reddish hair flowed softly
round her oval face and lit gently upon soft white shoulders.  Her hazel
eyes flashed with intelligence and impish curiosity. A small, almost
button nose and her red bow of a mouth completed the picture that had me
transfixed. In my thrall, I barely even noticed the treasures of her
slim, but still buxom form.
Her laugh and her voice - how can I describe those. Soft, almost
childlike, but bursting with wonder and perceptiveness.  She laughed
again and trilled, "But Lorena, when I am to be with a man, it will be
gloriously romantic. I do not wish to be with some Duke's greasy son
whom father forces me to have as a husband, who will take me like he's
taken the kitchen serving wenches while out on cavalry maneuvers.  I
want a man of sensitivity, who will treat my fantasies and desires as a
canvas on which to paint a masterpiece."
Lorena leaned forward in a fit of giggles, and even Rebca laughed
silently into her hand. "Oh, milady," Lorena said in mock
disappointment. "How could you possibly imagine that a man of such
artistry - and patience - walks the soil of our land? Men are rude and
rutting monsters who will take what they feel they are entitled to at
the first opportunity ....."  Lorena paused and looked at Rebca - "and
thank the Lord for that!" The two resumed their giggling, while Paleem
blushed.
"Oh Lorena, you randy slut!" Paleem continued in mock disapproval.
My organ, already stiffening at the sight of these three visions in
their translucent gowns, grew to greater prominence at the sound of a
princess and that perfect mouth using such language. "There are other
men than those you drag into your bed at swordpoint. I can see him now,
young and slim, with small hips and broad shoulders. His hair just a
little longer than current fashion dictates." I squirmed - such a
description matched my own!
Paleem continued, "He will come to me and gently lay me on a thick
feather mattress...."  With that, the Princess leaned back against a
grassy hillock, her arms stretched above her head. For the first time I
fully noticed her magnificent breasts beneath the gauzy fabric, jutting
straight to the stars in taut, rounded fullness. Her eyes closed as she
went on with her tableau in dreamy fashion. "He will come to me softly,
and I will beckon him to me..." Paleem extended an arm and grasped that
of Rebca, curled on the far side of her. Rebca giggled and played along,
scooting over to sit alongside her mistress.
"And then he will run his knowing but unhurried hands over my face
and neck..." Rebca picked up the cue, and did so with rapt attention to
Paleema's mezmerizig words.  "And along the curves of my body and down
to my hips..." Again, Rebca with but momentary hesitation complied,
placing a small hand on Paleem's shoulder, and then rubbing it over the
tops and sides of the woman's breast, just bypassing her obviously erect
nipple. The dark-haired young maid then traced Paleem's torso in a
teasing path to her hipbone, then stroked horizontally across her
thighs.
Paleem smiled and moaned, then raised and slightly parted her thighs,
allowing the hem of the gown to ride down to mid thigh. "Yes," she went
on, "his hands will caress my knee and inner thigh, and I will know that
my time has come to be not just a daughter or a princess - but a woman."
Paleem raised one thigh and grasped Rebca's arm, firmly yanking the girl
atop her own sprawled form. Paleema reached behind Rebca's back and
flipped the maid's skirt to her waist, exposing those marvelous slim ass
cheeks which I had savored the previous night.
My mind raced. If Rebca wore no undergarment then perhaps Paleem too
did not, and their bared loins must therefore be touching! From my
vantage point, the hem of Paleem'a white gown still obscured her groin,
and I thus could only speculate.  Rebca braced herself on extended arms
and began churning her loins in imitation of the act of love between man
and woman, and neither of the two lovelies seemed to regret the
substitution, as their faces were contorted in passion. Their mock
sexual act took on a legitimacy of its own, as the two beauties' mounds
ground together, and I could sense that this might be the first time
that the Princess would reach that ultimate explosion of fire at her
center.
Lorena sat in stunned arousal. I could see her long-fingered hand
slide down her own voluptuous body to descend under the hem of her robe
to press against her inflamed pussy.
In my own aroused state, I was about to reach down and offer relief
to my own now straining organ when I felt a talented hand press up
against it. I whirled around and found myself staring into the face of
Serjeen - my Queen and the mother of Paleem, the object of my voyeurism!
Serjeen quietly beckoned me away from the bush. I reluctantly
followed, unable to resist casting a final glance back at the erotic
scene, where I saw that Paleema's head was rhythmically rocking back and
forth in growing excitement, her magnificent scarlet locks sweeping
across her features. Rebca continued pressing her own sweet pussy
against the of the princess, and her perfectly chiseled features were
aglow in her own sexual excitement.
The raven-tressed queen, who now was attired in dark but simple
evening dress, led me down along the fence back in the direction of the
party, until we were out of both eyesight and vision of the salacious
trio of girls. She turned and faced me with a wry smile. "When I asked
you to keep an eye out for me, I did not expect that you would find it
within your duties to peek at my daughter and her ladies-in-waiting,
young Jaze. You must allow a young woman some privacy, particularly when
she is discovering her own sexuality among her intimates." Obviously,
Serjeen was not at all concernced that her teenage daughter was
exploring such sexuality with the aid of another young girl.
I blushed and stammered that I was merely trying to escape from the
malefactor that she had sent me to find. I proudly told her of the
conversation between the two cloaked men and the identifying ruby ring
worn by the apparent ring leader.  She did not seem particularly
relieved, as she said, "That's all well and good, but unfortunately such
a ring is worn by most members of the Drofnast clan from the southlands.
Still, it is good to now, as it limits the number of suspects and tells
us that perhaps that clan is undertaking a conspiracy to take over the
throne by the use of the jewels. The Drofnasts are such a tightnit clan
that it is possible that, with such powers, they could muster the forces
to do so."
Serjeena smiled fondly and brushed a stry lock of hair from my eyes.
"You have done well, my handsome stripling, and fully deserving of the
rewards promised you." My trousers tented at the implied promise. "But,"
she continued, "now is not the time, as much as I too might wish it. You
must return to the party and continue to make...."  - she searched for a
word and then grinned - "connections with those who might help you. I
will speak to my husband and we will determine how to proceed further.
We are in your debt, young Jaze."
Her cool, dark eyes scanned mine, and she cupped my cheek with her
hand. Serjeen leaned forward and pressed her lips against my own,
parting them slightly. With modest but increasing urgency, my Queen's
tongue slid forward between our parted lips and danced with my tongue,
skillfully gliding to and fro. She clearly wished to impart to me the
promise of what ministrations such a tongue could deliver to my fondest
appendage, which in response threatended to burst from my trousers.
Serjeen finally broke our kiss and slid away. I could only lean against
the fence in enervated wonder. With an effort, I revaulted the fence,
slipped past a guard attempting to peek over the lip of the ampitheatre
to see the lascivious revels continuing below, and returned to the
party.
As I returned to the scene, I noticed that the sexual frenzy had not
abated, no doubt due in part to the effect of the aphrodisiac herbs
which nearly all had ingested. Partners had changed, but the nature of
the activity had not. My blonde "attendant" Charel lay prone on the
grass in apparent sleep, but her brunette cousin Licia was fully awake
and lying on her back perpendicular to Charel, her head pillowed on
Charel's firm young ass.  Licia's knees were up and widespread, and the
noble who I earlier had seen in the pool enjoying the oral attentions of
the buxom blonde I had spoken to a few minutes ago now was driving his
long staff into Licia's tight young quim.
At that moment, the rousing frenzied music slowed and then ended,
with the dark-curled dancer who was swaying in front of the band
slumping to her knees. Few of the revelers took notice of the change, so
caught up were they in their lustful activities. I took my eyes from the
stage and circled around toward the back of the grassy ampitheatre,
hoping to find another willing beauty who might wish to share in the
stiffness that my observation of Paleem and Rebca had brought on. In
doing so, I failed to notice the tall slim blind-folded woman with a
long linen sack move to the stage....