The Champion’s Companion 13 by BlknMild611
The Prince’s lands… , The group disembarked from the barge quietly. The prince led the group and exaggerated the feel of solid ground as he stumbled toward Ein. He tumbled to the ground as she stepped back and away.
“Hey you’re supposed to catch me.” He called “Hey come here!”
Princess Ruegin ambled off with a leather portfolio and spectacles. She seemed to have aged twenty years over the trip with the glasses on and her hair pulled back. Her Hjordis followed quietly while stifling a yawn.
“Marcos, my little angels and I have needs. We shall need the largest bed possible tonight.” Kaarthen said as they joined.
“There is a common sleeping room. They use a barn and cover the floor with straw, is that what you want?” Marcos quipped.
“Perhaps but many men would die of broken pelvises tonight.” Kaarthen said looking sideways at him.
“So I could save lives doing this?” He mused half-serious.
Kaarthen tugged his hand. “Yes. Marcos, you can replenish yourself with my milk until the battle is won.” She said grabbing his hand and turning as they walked up the town dock. “People shall hear of your struggle tonight near and far. They shall speak of your name and praise you in previously virgin territory tonight.”
He laughed. “That’s pretty impressive. I like making legends”
Behind them, Princess Nossin mimicked them and grabbed her Hjordis’ hand as she watched the two. Rinis and Mara followed looking at the city they were entering at twilight.
They went directly to ‘The Imperial’. A converted manor that was owned by the area’s baron before the canal came along. The property only kept its stable from that era. The land and gardens became farriers, cooperages, and various maritime supply depots. Garden paths became cart paths. The property’s gate and sign became a clever entrance to a bar. The city was owned by the crown and its chief industry was maintenance on the canal.
The interior of the inn was quiet and elegant. It had been restored with necessary changes.
“Hallo! How many are we serving today?” a hostess for the restaurant asked.
“We’ll actually be taking four or five rooms and dinner.” The Princess’ Hjordis stated.
Marcos was left with the bill. Despite having two princesses with him, he had to pay for use of the Crown’s properties. He settled with the innkeeper and presently they were all in a room. They settled into the suites at the end of the hall from everyone. The rooms were all pretty similar. The bed against a wall across from a fireplace. The center area had chairs, lounges, or benches on a large fifteen-foot square plush area rug.
Ein had the unpleasant task of watching the prince. She found he thought that her service included bathing and wardrobe assistance. His hands were squirmy and quick and he tried groping more than once.
“Hey come here get the brush and do my back, that ship was a bother.” He said trying to talk fast. “Well don’t just sit there! Hey.” The prince expected her to swoon at his whiny commands.
Kaarthen was dissuaded from any contact with other men so naturally Ein was reinforced in her urge to gag him as she slept. She moved stiffly around the room as he dressed in the middle of everything.
Ein did just as Rinis down the hall was doing. She sat reverse in the chair with the back under the handle.
Kaarthen that night was demanding but easily satisfied.
“Bathe with me?” Kaarthen said. She pulled her robe up and stripped off her leathers. She could feel his eyes all over her.
“If I remember right this hotel has hot water service. The tub should be… Ahh.” Marcos found a curtained area that hid the bath implements. Shortly Kaarthen was in the bath while Marcos kneeled next to her. He started washing her body while leering at her.
“Enough of that, my breasts will be raw. Go lower and wash me clean.”
“There?” He asked dipping lower into the steaming water.
“No, my stomach was cleaned earlier as you swept around my breasts.”
“There? The water is so hot down here.” He said and scrubbed her with his hand sponge.
“Yess. Good boy! Oh! That is so good.”
“Do we need the sponge for this battle?” Marcos smiled, “I found a way into the gate.”
“Only if you don’t want your name remembered in the legends I’ll sing about”
“Then I’ll get in directly.” He turned. “Mara, come relax your mistress.”
“Oh? You’re going to call in rein… reinforcements?” Kaarthen stuttered as Mara came around her other side and locked in on a nipple with her mouth. Her pussy twanged when Mara’s hungry mouth made contact.
“The warrior may get a song but the general is studied for lifetimes. They retire well in their deep castles,” Marcos said driving two fingers into her.
Kaarthen giggled, “Deep castles huh? Oh! Aah. I guess that was your motivation behind the Citadel hmm?”
In the hot water, she couldn’t tell where he stopped and began. The sudden intrusion let her know what he was up to. He fingered her and flicked his fingers, flushing the hot water within her and around her entrance.
“Do they drink wine with their castles?” She asked faintly. Her eyes were hooded and her pupils fluttered as if they misted up. Her head rocked back and forth with the stream of pleasure she was feeling.
“I’m sure the randy old men get young pretty maidens to serve them.” Marcos said bringing a teat out of the water and sucking it. The thick rubbery nipple popped out as Kaarthen shook under him. Her pussy was going crazy on his flicking fingers.
Kaarthen felt like she was burning inside and out. Mara and Marcos had pulled her breasts up out of the water overhead and she felt the hot water on the sensitive under sides of her breasts and chest. The two mouths as usual got her into strings of small orgasms. Marcos’ hand rubbed her clit and played the water within and around her. Her feet and legs twitched and kicked up water as she tried to holdout.
Marcos felt her climax hard around his fingers and make noise through her clenched teeth. Her head flopped back and he realized she blacked out in the hot water.
“Well let’s get her out before she gets withered.” Marcos said calmly.
The rest of the night was uneventful. Mara stayed latched on Kaarthen throughout the night. By morning it looked like Kaarthen had wet the bed. They woke early the next morning and had breakfast in their room.
“Had a good night young prince?” Marcos said in the manor’s front room after preparing to leave. Everyone was waiting on the Princesses.
“Your woman is a problem. She doesn’t serve as a woman should.” Prince Monto observed.
Princess Ruegin had arrived as he finished and looked up at him surprised. The comment turned the head of every woman in the room.
“Yes, they don’t get the special instruction needed.” Marcos remarked sarcastically. “Perhaps it is my fault. If you ordered her to do more than protect you she did not have my leave.” He said baiting him.
“Would you give her leave? I need her close at hand for bathing and rubs. My condition needs attention frequently. Her soft hands could give me the peace I need. I get a burn down around here you know. She should be glad to serve betters in that way.” He was well on his way to becoming a perverted lord who took advantage of his staff.