The Kingdom ch. 03 by Canabo
The Kingdom – Chapter Three — A Visit from the Earl
James, the Earl of Sade, sat across from King Atheling in front of the roaring fire as they discussed the state of affairs of the land. After a while and several goblets of wine, their conversation turned, as it usually did, to the topic of women and who was the fairest in the land.
“I still say that your mother, the queen is the fairest of all the women in the land,” the earl said, sitting with one leg draped over the arm of the chair as he sipped on his wine and gently tapped his black, leather, knee-high boot on the chair.
“I must agree with you there, James,” Atheling smiled, wondering if the earl knew of his mother, Queen Ides’ new role as his lover.
“Her handmaiden is quite a comely lass, too. Certainly not of the same class as your mother, the queen, but the girl certainly seems mountable all the same, if I must say so . .” the earl went on. “Have you ever considered taking the lass to your bed?”
“No, but she has offered to join me there any time I wish,” Atheling smiled back at him.
“Perhaps the king should take the fair maiden up on her offer,” the earl leered back at him.
“Perhaps some day I will,” Atheling smiled. “Perhaps I will.”
“Why not today?” the earl smirked, giving Atheling a conspiratorial wink.
“You mean now? With the two of us?” Atheling said, smiling and rising to his feet.
“Unless the king would find it offensive . . .” the earl said, getting up and walking over to the table where the flask of wine lay.
Atheling slowly walked over to the long, dangling felt cord that hung beside the fireplace.
“Something I’ve never tried, but I imagine the lass would be amenable . . . if the payment were sufficient. She appears to be a bit on the bawdy side,” Atheling leered, jerking on the cord.
Joining the earl at the table, Atheling topped off his goblet of wine and then walked over to the heavy door that led out into the hallway.
Just then, there was a sharp rap on the door.
Atheling lifted the locking bar and pulled the door open.
“You called, my Sire?” Anton asked, making an obligatory bow.
“Yes, Anton. I wish to speak to the queen’s hand maiden, Gretchen. Would you ask her to join me?” Atheling said, turning and smiling at the earl again.
“Yes, my Sire,” Anton replied with a knowing smile on his lips as he bowed again, turning and briskly stepping down the hallway.
Closing the door, Atheling stepped over to the fireplace and tossed a couple more logs on the fire then retrieved his wine goblet and sat down in front of the roaring fire.
“So, have you ever done this before?” Atheling asked the earl.
“Several times. My valet and I double on occasion. In fact, several of the wenches at my estate seem to be quite fond of taking the two of us at the same time,” he grinned back. “Like you say, if the price is sufficient, the wenches will comply with just about anything you wish.”
“Interesting,” Atheling said, taking another swig of wine. “Perhaps I’ll see if Anton would be interested in joining me on occasion.”
“I’m sure he would. I’ve never known a man to turn down a free piece of cunt, or ass, for that matter . . .”
Just then, there was a light tapping on the door. Atheling rose and quickly stepped over to it. Lifting the bar, he pulled the door open to find Gretchen standing in the doorway looking at him with a lusty smile on her pretty face.
“You summoned me, my King,” she purred, curtsying and then brushing her hand over her mammoth bosom.
“Yes, yes, Gretchen, come in, come in,” Atheling grinned, stepping back and sweeping his hand into the room to invite her into his chamber.
Demurely stepping into the king’s chamber, Gretchen did a little double take when she looked over and saw the earl sitting in his chair by the fireplace.
Closing the door, Atheling turned to find Gretchen looking at him with a puzzled expression on her pretty face.
“Have you met my liege, the Earl of Sade?” he asked her, swiping his hand in the direction of the earl.
“No, my Lord, I have heard of him, but I have never had the honor of meeting him, my Lord,” she murmured, curtsying in the direction of the earl.
“And what a shame that is,” the earl smirked, running his eyes down over her ample figure.
“Uh, pardon me for asking, but what did your Majesty wish to speak to me about?” she asked as Atheling stepped up in front of her.
“I was just wondering,” he asked, slowly cupping her colossal breasts through her thick, woolen dress, “if these still yearned for the king’s touch?”
“Oh, yes, your Majesty, but . . .” she murmured, blushing and sneaking a glance at the earl who sat leering back at her.”Uh, the earl?”
“Would you mind if he joined us . . . perhaps for a little afternoon m?ge a trios?” Atheling asked her, still groping her breasts through her thick dress. “We’ll see that you are generously rewarded for your afternoon’s work . . .”
“Uh, I’ve never, uh, never been with two men . . . uh, two men at the same time, my Lord.” Gretchen said, smiling shyly, looking first at the earl and then back to Atheling.
“We will reward you well,” Atheling repeated, moving his hands away from her breast and taking hold of her hand.
Leading her over to the fireplace, Atheling turned her to face the fire and then walked around behind her.
Gretchen stood with her arms limply hanging down at her side as Atheling began to pluck at the long row of buttons running down the back of her dress.
“So does the thought of being with two men at the same time appeal to my Lady?” the earl asked while Atheling continued about the business of unbuttoning her dress.
“I suppose it does, my Lord,” she shyly smiled, her cheeks blushing red again. “Although it is not something that one really dwells on . . .”
The earl watched on with obvious interest as Atheling’s fingers crawled down the back of Gretchen’s dress, unbuttoning button after button. As the back of her dress slowly parted, Atheling saw that the only thing under the dress, besides Gretchen, was a pair of plain, white cotton pantaloons.
As Atheling continued on, the earl slowly rose to his feet and stepped up in front of Gretchen. Reaching down, he grasped hold of her arm and lifted it up into the air. Quickly unbuttoning the three mother of pearl buttons on the cuff of her long sleeved dress, he gently tugged on the sleeve and pulled it down her arm. As the sleeve slowly came slithering down her arm, the bodice of her dress lazily peeled away revealing the giant treasures hanging down from her chest. (PIC)
“Good Lord, Gretchen! Your breasts are huge . . .”
“They became that way when I had my baby,” she said, her face turning a deep crimson once again.
“You have a child?” Atheling asked her, surprised at the fact that she had a child.
“Yes, my Lord”, she mumbled over her shoulder as Atheling unbuttoned the last button on her dress. “The Queen needed a wet nurse for Prince Gothling so she asked me if I would do that for her . . .”
“You would do that for the Queen?” Atheling asked her, rising back up to his feet as the earl tugged her other sleeve down her arm.
“Yes, my Lord. After all, she is my Queen. And the queen and I are quite close to each other,” she softly murmured as her dress collapsed down into a heap around her ankles.
“So I have observed,” Atheling chuckled, stepping around in front of her, recalling that first day he had seen his mother naked.
Looking down at her dangling breasts, he eased a hand under one of her mountainous udders and slowly lifted it. Leaning down, he pursed his lips around its big, puffy nipple. Sucking on it, he was immediately rewarded with a gush of warm, sweet milk. Then, out of the corner of his eye, he saw the earl lift her other tit and suck its big, distended nipple into his mouth. Atheling continued to suck and more and more of the sweet elixir squirted out into his mouth.
Finally, he leaned back and licked his tongue around his lips as he eased her giant tit back down onto her chest while. Then he watched the earl did likewise.
“Such a tasty treat, my Lady,” he grinned at her, slowly kneeling down in front of her. “But now I have a hunger for the delicacy you have hidden down between your legs.”
“Oh, my King . . . you would do that to your lowly servant . . .” she cooed, while the earl stood watching them as he slowly unbuttoned his ruffled blouse.
“Yes, my Lady . . . hot, juicy cunt is one of my favorite repasts,” Atheling smiled, plucking at the little, white bow in the center of the waistband of her cotton pantaloons.
As he did, he saw that the crotch of her pantaloons was already soaked with her juice.
“And It appears that my Lady’s little cunny definitely falls into that hot and juicy category,” Atheling grinned.
When the little bow came untied, her plain, white pantaloons went slithering down over the swell of her plump hips, Atheling watched a swirl of golden curls come into view. The growth of kinky, gold hairs covering the rounded slope of her belly was so profuse it almost obscured her pussy. The only things visible were the fat, plump lips dangling down out of the nest of curls.
“That’s a forest down there, my Lady,” Atheling mumbled, as her pantaloons skittered down her chubby legs and puddled around her ankles. “I can hardly see the treasure I know you have hidden in it.”
“Would the king wish the forest cleared?” she asked him, reaching down and running her fingers through the thick growth of kinky, gold hairs surrounding her pussy.
“I would even do it myself,” Atheling grinned, pulling her pantaloons off over her feet and tossing them aside. “If my Lady was of a mind . . .”
“As long as the king was careful not to harm it,” she smiled down at him. “The lady would consent to such a thing.”
“What do you think, James? Shall we clear away the forest so we can find the treasure?” Atheling asked, looking over at the earl who was struggling with his knee-high boots.
“I think it would definitely be an improvment,” he grinned back at Atheling. “And it would make finding my Lady’s sweet treasure a lot easier.
“Help the earl with his boots,” Atheling told her, “while I fetch the shaving implements.”