The Wicked Tower – Part 16 by rawlyrawls..,

All characters in sexual situations are 18 or older. Thanks for reading!

“That’s all we told them, I swear.” Lars was a beaten man. He looked away as the youth dismounted his quivering wife.

“So, they know that we are having ‘servant issues,’ and that the sorceress is researching at Minerva Library.” Vel turned his back to the comatose woman on the bed and dressed. “But they know not of my relationship with my sister, mother, and cousin. Nor do they know that my father has been back to see us and is very likely hiding in Ostia Novus.”

“Yes, yes.” Lars nodded. “Now be done with Norbana. I must take her to an apothecary to protect her from being with child.”

“Well, that won’t work.” Dellia smacked Lars upside the head with her open palm. “The queens regent might not know those things yet, but…”

Vel nodded. “But when we release you, they will know them as quick as the pigeon flies.” He looked around the room. “Dellia. You and my sister will take this man down to a cell in the cellar. I will watch after his wife, maybe lock her in one of the east tower rooms.”

“I will not.” Dellia stood tall. Or at least as tall as her Surround ancestry would allow.

“What did you say?” Vel hadn’t thought she’d say no. They had come so far in the last few weeks.

“I’ve patiently waited on guard duty while you fucked the Lady Norbana senseless.” She smacked Lars on the head before he could say anything. “Quiet you.” She then looked back to Vel. “Your sister enjoyed herself well enough with a hand between her legs. But not me.”

Naevia blushed. It was true, she had cum several times as Vel had debauched the woman.

“You take Lord Lars to the cellar, Your Grace. You leave him there until we decide what to do with him. I will find some accommodation for the Lady Norbana in the east tower… after I’ve had some fun myself.”

“I… um… didn’t know you fancied Norbana.” It was Vel’s turn to blush. This was an odd thing since they’d all watched him rut for the last several hours.

“If it’s to be the cellars, my wife will join me. And you’ll send an apothecary. We have rights under — ow!” Lars took another shot to his head from that martial woman. These northern animals were nothing but savages.

“Okay, fine. Do as you will, Cousin. But don’t harm her.” Vel stepped over to Lars and untied him from the chair. He reapplied the man’s gag and blindfold and bound his hands behind him. He then took Norbana’s dagger back from Dellia as his cousin undressed.

“I do not possess your mighty spear, Cousin. I shall be a good deal more gentle with her than you. Such are the rules of physics and biology, sexual dimorphism and such.” She dropped the last of her clothes and weapons and leapt onto the bed. Quickly, she turned the lady onto her side, straddled her ass, and undulated her pussy upon that round cheek. “She’s well proportioned. Aaahhhhhh… I needed this.”

Vel watched the spy lie on the bed as Dellia took her turn with her. He was pretty sure she’d never lain with a woman before. But she’d probably never had a man Vel’s size or a ‘northern mongrel’ before. So, it was a day of firsts for Norbana. On top of her, Dellia seemed to glow azure for a split second. Seeing the magic in his cousin, he wondered if he’d created another sorceress in Norbana. That would not be good. Maybe he should have considered the possibility before cumming in the Vulpes? Well, they’d cross that magical bridge if they got to it. He looked back at his other prisoner, and could see Lars grow red-faced as he shouted into his gag. Vel tried to look frightful and grim as he towered over the man. It was a stretch. “Your wife is fine. She has enjoyed herself plenty. And my cousin will take good care of her. Worry about yourself.”

“I’ll join, Vel.” Naevia smoothed out her stola where it was wrinkled from riding around her waist the last few hours. “Let’s drop him off and find Mother.”

“Yes, let’s.” Vel pushed Lars toward the door. “Lock her securely when you’re done, Dellia.”

“Yes… but I may not… be done… for some time.” Dellia’s hips moved faster.

“Very well.” Vel could hear the woman moaning under his cousin’s movement. The wife was clearly enjoying herself. He shrugged as he exited the room with his sister and prisoner. It was better than the spy deserved, that much he was sure of.

~~

Vel and Naevia locked Lord Lars securely away in the cellar. They found that their mother had already imprisoned Spurrius in another cell. It seemed things had progressed to a point where they could no longer tolerate spies. They would have to hope that the wedding was busy enough that a few missing guests wouldn’t be noticed. And that Dellia wouldn’t mind her husband absent from her bed.

Cassia trawled no other spies in her search of the castle. That night, Cassia, Vel, Naevia, and Dellia met in the council chamber. They sat around the table. It offered them all a moment to catch their breath. The wedding was almost upon them. Guests were to arrive the next day. Tents spread in the meadows around the castle. They had only to survive the wedding, allay the queens’ suspicions one more time, and then they could reassess. And maybe talk to Gallio in a way that would offer more than riddles laid upon conundrums.

~~

Long before the cockerel could call, Cassia rose from her bed. She was not one to sleep well in chaotic times, and Discordia was busier than usual. It was the time of day when even the corridor lamps idled, quenched and dark. She carried before her an oil lamp as she made her way to the kitchen. A quick bite and then off to check on the tents. She wondered if Vel and Naevia were in each other’s arms at that very moment. She fought against the impulse to check. And maybe to supplant her daughter in Vel’s bed. Such ecstasy would only serve her poorly with all their lives so delicately suspended over the abyss.

“Good morning, Your Grace. Or is it still evening? It’s hard to be sure.” Brynhild’s blithe voice floated through the air.

Cassia gave a start and turned on her heel. The sorceress stood just a few feet behind her. She had no lamp, and seemed to have appeared out of thin air. “It… it is morning.”

“I’ve been doing research.” Brynhild smiled and looked down at the dark woman. Of course, she was supposed to curtsy in such a situation. But she paid formality no heed.

“Yes, Vel told me. What did you find on the queens regent?”

“Not on them. I already know them well enough. On your son. Will you confirm a suspicion for me?” She took a step closer to Cassia.

“What suspicion?”

“Has he taken you, too?” Brynhild paused, and cocked her head at Cassia’s quizzical look. “Oh, I’m sorry. I should not be so coy. Has your son fucked you yet?”

“What?” Cassia licked her lips and looked up at the platinum haired woman. It had been a mistake keeping her at the castle. A terrible mistake.

“Has his cock tasted your pussy? Did he cum in you?” Brynhild reached for her duchess’s arm with her left hand. She was taking an awful risk. If she was wrong, azure light was about to place her on her butt again, and Cassia would be furious. But she was able to catch hold of the arm. It was warm, and solid, and devoid of magic. “Excellent. Now answer the question.”

A calm fell over Cassia. “His penis has not… tasted my vagina.”

“So, you haven’t fucked?” Brynhild arched her eyebrow in confusion. She’d been so sure.

“No, we have.” Cassia’s voice barely carried along the dark corridor.

“So… then…” Brynhild smiled. “You took him up your ass? I’m impressed! You’re tougher than you look. Did he cum in you?”

“Yes.”

“How many days ago was the first time?” Brynhild thrilled at this inquisition. Things were so much easier when Hekate wasn’t involved.

“Four.”

“Right, right.” Brynhild shoved the duchess onto her butt. The lamp crashed to the floor and went out. Still, none of Pluto’s light. Brynhild ignited her own glowing orb above them. “How rude of me. Here.” She offered Cassia her left hand and helped her up. The sorceress did not release the hand. “Who else has Vel fucked? Specifically, who has he cum inside? Not some prude playing hard to get with her ass like you. I’m looking for a pussy. I’m trying to rule some things out.”

“Naevia. Dellia, I think. Also, Norbana.” Cassia blinked slowly at the pretty orb floating above them.

“Ah, Lady Norbana. Perfect. I’ll check in on her first.” Brynhild took her right index finger, placed it on Cassia’s chin, and turned her round face so that they looked into each other’s eyes. This was the tricky part, but not as tricky as it used to be. “You didn’t see me this morning. You tripped and fell, dropping your lamp. You’ll remember nothing of our conversation.” She let go of the duchess, her orb quenched itself, and blackness consumed them. Brynhild was gone.

“Damn, I dropped my lamp.” Cassia reached her hands out for the wall. She had nothing to spark the sconces all around her. She’d have to walk a while in the dark before she could find some light. She sighed. A rough day was off to a poor start. It was going to be a terrible day… or worse.

When she finally made it to the kitchen, she found it was worse. The women servants were there. They had gathered early as expected, getting ready for the coming wave of guests. But the men were not there. Cassia enquired, but the women knew nothing. She summoned the seneschal, who also knew nothing. She prayed she’d have a solution before Bantia learned of the new catastrophe. She ordered the women to spread out into the city and request the loan of servants from any family that could spare them.

She needed some relief, whatever the source. But Cassia could see the storm was only gathering its strength. She prayed to Minerva to give her the wisdom to survive the coming days. Get through the wedding, and then she could reassess… everything.

~~

A rushed and perilous journey by boat through the night led to towering cliffs. With dawn’s first breaking light, they made a harrowing climb up the scorpion’s trail, zigzagging up to the palace walls. Nicias pushed himself harder than he thought possible. He and his comrades, a group of a dozen men, arrived right before midday. Just as they had planned. Nicias wasn’t sure whether his knees were shaking from fear or the climb.