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SOLSTICE CASTLE PART IX

(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 the royal's debauch-filled stag party. Having enjoyed the
combined favors of two nubile young cousins and peering at Princess
Paleem while trying to avoid the mysterious assailant, Jaze now sees
that his flute instructor and lover, Madame Jeara, has been brought into
play to the royalty gathered there.)

The final memories of that day some months before - of Linna
and I strolling hand in hand back to the village after our menage a
trois with Madame Jeara - resounded through my head here in the
ampitheatre at the crest of Solstice Castle as I watched the blind-
folded Jeara pick up her flute and begin to perform for the assembled
royals and the young maids who cavorted with them....
[End of Part VIII]
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I was torn.  I had a raging desire to go visit the sultry,
high-breasted and long-legged blonde beauty Jenfeer, who was
giving me come-hither looks from where she was seated by the
pool. Still, I could not take my eyes of the sleek, ash-blonde
woman who was putting her lips to her flute.
Looking around me, I could see that more than a few of the
revelers were keeping a least one eye on the stage, so great
was Jeara's fame and legend. Several couples were lying on
their sides facing the stage on the soft grassy slopes around
the pool, with the male behind the maid who was serving him,
driving his hard sword into her tender depths.
A soft, birdlike trill started slowly, and then became
louder, as though tentatively filling the natural ampitheatre
to its capacity. As her most apt pupil, I could immediately
sense from Jeara's hard-edged tune her conflicting emotions -
annoyance at being commanded to leave her refuge and appear for
the royals, humiliation at being led to a place of wild
sexuality but being deprived of any participation or even view
of the goings one, and loneliness at having no one with whom to
share the very emotions of hope and revelry that the Solstice
Festival was to bring about.
I almost winced as I heard her descend into a tune very
similar to that which I'd first heard on that afternoon on
which we'd become lovers. Her melody sang of a couple, tall and
gorgeous and very much in love, who have life and passion torn
from them as the man dies in battle. Her tones, low and mournful,
told of the woman's griefstricken travails, with all desire to
touch or even to see others slipping away from her.
As Jeara continued, I could see that the frantic couplings
had all ceased. Most of the rutting royal's organs had flagged,
dropping limply from the juicy pussies of the young beauties
who served them. Crown Prince Phrenshraw now sat at the edge of the pool
below the stage, his elbows on his knees and his rapt head solemnly
cupped in his hands, while a sandy haired young vixen, wearing nary a
stitch, knelt behind him with her arms resting on his shoulders, her
attention also focussed on the stage. Many a young girl was weeping
silently as the melancholy tune brought a funeral, hopeless tone to her
heart. The duke who had first started the festivities stood to the side
of the stage, wringing his hands in consterntation at the death knell
that Jeara's playing had dealt to the festivities.
But Jeara seemed oblivious, and continued her dirge-like
tones, her head floating softly atop her shoulders, as though
transported in a trance to another place. I could see that she
might continue on in this vein for another hour unless
intercepted - and that no one would have the audacity to cut
off the efforts of the most distinguished musician in all our
land.
Again, impetuosity overcame me, and I found myself heading
up to the stage. From Jeara's linen bag, I slid out one of her
larger flutes, with a lower range. Seating myself near the side
of the stage - my legs crossed in front of me, I pulled the instrument
to my lips and began a baritone countermelody to her own. Her head
jerked toward me in confusion and not a little anger; who would dare to
play on the same stage as she? I responded with a few signature measures
that she was sure to recognize, and an unmistakeable - but confused
smile - grew on her lips. All the while, she did not miss a beat as my
playing meshed with hers.
I toyed with Jeara's song by playing a parody of it; making my own
tune so sad and tinged with grief that she could not help but
let a chuckle slip into her song. She now clearly recognized the
pall that she had brought to the fest, and an apologetic peep
was returned to me. I slowly shifted the song back to the first
notes she'd played, taking the role of the soldier she'd sent
off to war but never was to see again. As I now, more
confidently, played the scene with my flute, the soldier himself
now returned to her, an absurd trill announcing that the report
of his death was an error of the bureaucracy. Jeara played
along with my revisionism, and now re-cast herself as the
overwhelmingly relieved and ecstatic lover, throwing herself
into the arms of her returning beloved. In our notes, birds
soared and danced in a duel in the skies.
The atmosphere in the ampitheatre visibly lightened, even if
not all those assembled detected the details of the scene that
was being playing by our flutes. I glanced down by the pool,
and could see fires re-stoked by the lighter tone. The heavily- breasted
blonde whose favors I had declined in order to chase after the green
cloaked assailant now was astride a fleshy baron, her cunt filled with
his hard cock and her hips jerking as she pounded down onto his loins in
time to the music. Her paramour, for the moment at least, reached up
while she rode him and cupped her tits and stroked her hardened nipples.
The blonde glanced at me and blew me a kiss with what can best be
described as a look of gratitude. Surrounding her were dozens of other
couplings similarly synchronized to the music.
The young looking young angel who I'd earlier espied with the older
man who she claimed as her "uncle" now was wrapped around a standing,
slender boy who looked barely old enough to shave. She affixed herself
to him by latching her arms around his neck and her legs around his
waist. He held her ass as she vigorously bounced on his slender organ.
Somehow, he managed to retain his balance throughout.
Several of the serving maids were up on their knees swaying to the
steady tune. Jenfeer rose to her feet and pulled up two of the wenches,
and they resumed their passage through the crowd with flagons of wine
and waterpipes full of the aphrodisiac tobacco that had so entranced the
crowd earlier.
I saw several of the musicians who had been succeeded by Jeara now
sitting alongside the stage, their feet involuntarily tapping time. I
nodded toward them, and then toward their instruments. Each grinned at
the opportunity to accompany the exalted Madame Jeara, and leaped onto
the stage. The drummer, a shaggy haired young man, laid down a heavy
pulsating beat, and the lute players added a lilting background to our
solos. A half dozen nude or nearly nude courtesans who were not
otherwise occupied slipped up near the stage, swaying their slim hips
and clapping with the music, their firm young breasts bobbing along with
them.
Charel and Licia, the two cousins who had first greeted me with their
delightful bodies earlier in the evening, now hovered near the back of
the stage, enthralled with Jeara's playing. I smiled at them and
gestured with another nod toward Jeara. Licia and Charel hesitantly came
forward, and the blonde Charel knelt down beside Jeara. The older woman
sensed their presence but continued playing. I detoured to a quote from
an old children's tune about animal friends beside a pond, and Jeara
picked up the reference and visibly relaxed. Charel reached up and
softly rubbed Jeara's shoulders and neck, and Jeara' flute trilled in
delight.
Slim hands then covered my eyes, and I fought to keep my
concentration on my playing. As I passed the solo over to Jeara,
incredibly soft lips found my own, prying them open. A blast of sweet,
spiced smoke entered my mouth and lungs, and I heard the brushing sound
of a metallic chain and felt a high, firm, round breast press against my
back. Of course: Jenfeer. I opened my eyes and saw her dancing blue eyes
and chiseled, pale cheekbones, framed by her blonde hair that was pulled
back and tied into a long braid that serpentined down her back. I slid
my mouth from hers and nibbled on her ear and neck as she knelt before
me; I remained sitting. I did not fight as she guided my mouth down to
her left breast, taking as much of the delicious orb as I could into my
mouth, while my trapped tongue danced over the taut nipple.
As my solo returned, I pulled my lips away from Jenfeer's breast and
sat up, reluctantly taking the flute up to play. Ever the good sport,
the platinum-haired goddess reached down and expertly untied the
drawstring to my breeches. My improvisational skills lost a little focus
as I felt Jenfeer's hands slide the waistband down to my hips, and I
rolled onto one asscheek and then another to assist the girl in pulling
the breeches over my butt, down my thighs, and off my legs altogether.
The rush of the herbs and the awe inspiring vision of Jenfeer had caused
my staff to reawaken fully, and Jenfeer lightly wrapped her fingers
around it.
I looked back over toward Jeara, and I saw that she too was somewhat
occupied.  Charel still knelt behind the seated floutist and was rubbing
her hand over Jeara's firm, silk-covered breasts. Dark-haired Licia was
lying alongside the sitting woman and was rubbing underneath the hem of
Jeara's robe; I could see the movement of her hand outlined by the
fabric at Jeara's thighs. Licia's arm moved forward, and the lovely
woman let loose with a surprised run up the scale. Licia's hand
obviously was pleasuring my lover's mons.
I felt a warm wetness at my own cock tip, and looked down to see that
Jenfeer now was laying on her stomach, with her long legs stretched to
the side and lovely blonde head in my lap. She had taken just the cap of
my manhood between her soft pink lips and into her mouth, and was
caressing it with inch-long movements of her pursed lips. I tried to
thrust myself further into the magical wetness of her maw, but found it
almost impossible to do while sitting cross-legged with my hands
unavailable to give me leverage. As though sensing my helplessness,
Jenfeer slowly took my cock further inside her mouth, and sweet lips
still gently hugged the shaft with a steady stroking, her sylph-like
neck bowing and rising.
I raised my head and trumpeted a few blast of my own ecstacy. In
doing so, my eyes caught a glimpse of white up through an opening in the
canopy of trees, and I realized that several white-garbed women were
watching us. Focussing on the spot, I detected Lorena and Rebca watching
Jeara and me from a corner of a castle balcony, as I had heard them
describe earlier inside the castle garden. A further movement caught my
eye, and I saw a shock of red hair between the two lovelies.
Princess Paleem! The King's only daughter was peeking at the
lascivious festivities as well. Her lovely hazel eyes gleamed as she
watched while huddled behind her servants. I pretended not to see her,
but broke off the chord changes I was exploring and cut into a subtle
but detectable version of the royal family's official hymn. My gaze
returned to her, and it took but a moment for her to detect the theme
and see me staring at her; her hand rushed to her mouth as she came to
the understanding that I had seen and that the passage was a tribute to
her. She started to duck away, but Lorena and Rebca each grabbed an arm
and pulled her forward to the thigh-high wall at the edge of the
balcony.
My eyes remaining on the crimson-tressed princess, I permitted the
royal theme to fade from the air, and then segued to an improvised story
emulating that about which I had heard Paleem fantasize in the garden. A
sensitive but strong young man entered the parlor of a woman - yes, the
princess, identified by just a snippet of the royal theme. Jeara, ever
the master, picked up on my tale and after a quick musical query - "a
princess?" - and my confirming, certain note - portrayed the princess
herself. Our notes slid together, as if my hands were sliding along the
princess' neck and down her shoulders. A throbbing rounded note from
Jeara's flute, and my pulsing strokes replied; Paleem brought her young
hands to the breast of her elegant white robe, her firm hands pressing
against her breasts.
Lorena, who obviously was delighted that the princess whom she served
was becoming carried away, lightly rubbed her mistress' ass.  In
conjunction, I lowered the pitch of my stroking notes, as though they
were my own hands now which caressed her hips. The princess dropped her
hands to the lip of the low wall in front of her and pulled her loins
forward, pressing the swell of her mons against the firm stone wall,
trying to simultaneously suppress and satisfy the lust obviously
coursing through her.
Jeara and I permitted the teasing to continue for awhile longer, and
then descended to a throaty, lustful melody. A major chord, an almost
dissonant minor chord - the princess could feel her thighs being parted.
A growing, throbbing, compelling bass tone: I poised my manliness at the
portals. A sliding, liquid glissando followed, with Jeara's responding
sharp, shrill retort - almost as the breaking of a pot. I had entered!
The princess' mouth opened in delight and her hips pressed harder
against the wall.
Throughout the ampitheatre, the randy couplings increased in vigor,
as baron and serving maid alike each strove for the climax to which our
music guided them. Wet slapping sounds of loins against loins permeated
the air. Jenfeer too was caught up in the approaching crescendo, as she
took my throbbing shaft further and further into her mouth and up
against the opening to her throat. One of her hands was busy guiding my
cock into her mouth; the other was tucked underneath her prone body and
was pleasuring her own loins, which were churning against the ground.
Licia had pulled the hem of Jeara's robe up to her waist, and the
vigorous rubbing of the young girl's hand on the lust-inflamed labia of
my playing partner was completely visible.
Our tempo now increased in pitch, as Jeara almost desperately
implored me to hasten the end. Amidst the grunts and moans of the many
fucking couples sprawled across the lawns, I heard no tell- tale signs
that any had yet reached their completion, as though all were commanded
to await our signal. While I felt that that voracious, wet-lipped
sucking of my hard prick by the beautiful blonde Jenfeer could bring me
off at any time, there was one woman whose pleasure was utmost in my
mind.
I stared up again at the balcony, and could see Paleem's eyes now
were desperately clinging to my face, as though only I could lead her to
the goal that her shivering loins needed to attain more than any prize
she could imagine. A light obligato, and then  another - I teased my
fantasy lover. Jeara responded with a plea - no, a royal plea punctuated
by the royal theme. I paused a beat, then two...
Then I let loose with heavy bass tones, pushing as much into the
instrument as my body would allow. Paleem's hips jerked from an almost
invisible invasion. Rebca slyly reached down and cupped the princess'
pussy mound through her thin robe, and I could imagine her fingers
probing and stroking in time to my sharp, blasts. Paleem kept the girl's
fingers pinned between her cunt and the balcony wall. In my lap,
Jenfeer's mouth increased the urgency of its sucking, as though she
could by commanding my own orgasm force me to release her own. She now
spoke, gaspingly, for the first time since she'd joined me on stage:
"Now, my love, spend in me; I must taste your seed in my mouth!"
Another plea from Jeara, and I almost laughed as I saw her flushed
face underneath her blindfold. A low-C blast, then D, and F#. The
drummer abandoned his left hand and pounded at the bass drum along with
my ascending, urgent tones.
I glanced at the balcony; Paleem's hips pounded against the wall and
the relief offered by Rebca's selfless hand. My princess paused, and
then her body tensed and straightened, with small but hurried jerks of
her loins against Rebca's fingers. Her red hair swirled around her face;
her mouth opened and she visibly panted in short gasps. Rebca suddenly
grinned, looked down at me, and nodded. Our princess was explodingly
with pleasure.
I clambered up the scale and signaled Jeara. She blew to all the call
of her own release in sharp, ecstatic cries. We ascended together, and
were joined by one, and another, and then almost all of the barons and
dukes and maids and serving wenches and courtesans. The air was filled
with cries and pleas and gasping sighs. Jenfeer's muffled cry on my cock
and scissoring thighs told me that she too was achieving her release.
I yearned to watch each salacious couple as I could tell from the
corner of my eyes that male seed was splashing into and onto the
spasming pussies and asses of almost every maiden. However, my eyes were
firmly affixed upon Paleem, tasting every moment of her jerking orgasm,
her face contorting in ecstacy at each sweet spasm. As the contractions
subsided, her eyes flew open and immediately locked onto mine, in lust
and gratitude. Now that we were one, I let her share in my release. My
jaw dropped dumbly in a stupid grin, and I released the gates of my
explosion, surprising Jenfeer with a sudden spurt of seed into her
slavering mouth. The blonde maid moaned in delight, capturing each blast
as it shot along the length of her tongue. Paleem's tongue dropped onto
her own lower lip and her hand involuntarily came to her chin, as though
attempting to savor the acrid sweetness of my spending cum.
With one final blast of cacaphonous, atonal release, I dropped the
flute and grasped Jenfeer's head near the base of her blonde braid. I
guided the beauty's head further onto my spurting cock, and she took the
additional shots deep in her hungry mouth. My emissions subsided, but
Jenfeer continued to try to suction additional seed from my overworked
tip. Then, she worked her tongue over the beads clinging to the slit at
the end and around the sides of the cap, lapping at each morsel of my
manly residue.
For two beats, the crowd remained silent, except for gasping attempts
to catch their breath. Then, all eyes focussed on the stage, and a
spontaneous ovation erupted. Cheers, whistles, and shouted "Huzzahs"
cascaded across the hillside. On the balcony, Lorena and Rebca waved
their arms and pumped their fists; Paleem could only manage a weak grin
as she leaned against the low wall, her slender hips still swaying.
I tried to bow my head modestly, but I could not suppress my pleased
grin. Jeara slyly pushed her blindfold up to expose one eye; while
wincing from the sudden light, she managed an unambiguous wink as though
from one victorious teammate to another. The drunk Duke who had just ten
minutes before been wringing his hands in concern at the funereal cast
of the festival now jigged happily by himself, apparently oblivious to
the wet spot on the front of his trousers where he had spent himself in
his excitement.
I knew that as of tonight my life had taken a sudden, new turn. At
the very least, I figured could enjoy a comfortable living as a musician
sponsored by some royal patron, and certainly would be remembered fondly
by most of the royalty present. Beyond that, any of the young maids who
had been the beneficiaries of the lusty screwing which my duet with
Jeara had spawned might find a decidely appropriate way to express their
gratitude. Without a doubt, I had in a few short minutes placed myself
in the most enviable position imaginable.
I turned my head back in the direction of Jeara to embrace her within
my good fortune, and a familiar color caught my eye. Behind her, in the
shadows, stood a man in a green cloak, a ruby ring glistening at the
hand that rested at his side. Only one eye and the side of his face were
visible, and only dimly at that. He was staring at me in recognition and
anger. From his glare and the clenched set of his jaw, I knew that this
stranger - the mysterious assailant of the prime minister - had figured
out that I was the one who had come upon him in the midst of his attack.
At that moment, I would not have bet a rusty brass halfcoin on the
value of my life.
[End of Part 9]