Kaarthen was dissuaded from any contact with other men so naturally Ein was reinforced in her urge to gag him as she slept. She didn’t act on it but moved stiffly around the room as he undressed in the middle of everything.
Ein eventually got away from him and did just as Rinis down the hall was doing. She sat reverse in the chair with the back under the handle and acted like she was going to sleep.
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 burning gaze 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 washed her body generously with both hands up to the shoulder while leering at her.
Kaarthen sat up finally, she was intent on getting clean, or getting off. “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.
Kaarthen wriggled as his hand found her pussy. “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.”
Mara uncurled from the bed she was watching her principles from. At less than five feet tall she was dwarfed by the two. Most people thought her a fair haired virgin. Mara was actually a six hundred year old former vampire like Rinis and Ein. Kaarthen’s need to help the unfortunate saved them from their own kind and more recently from Marcos’ murderous attentions. As a six hundred year old sex slave she was quite pleased with life under Marcos, and was very willing to please. On a mortal, her sexuality was similar to a succubus in that it could be menacingly lethal.
“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 deep within her and swirling it 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 flickering 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 as they drank from her. 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 and Mara had gained a few pounds. 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.
“Fucking gross Monto.” Princess Ruegin said disgusted.
“I must decline your offer; I would be remiss to over complicate your only bodyguard in such a manner.” Marcos bowed formally to hide his grin. He enjoyed the many entertainments of life.
Princess Nossin was the last to arrive, and wore a modest short leather jacket. Marcos looked at the obviously local find and almost sneered at her Hjordis.
“How unfortunate for you prince. Were you not attended on your journey to these lands?” Princess Ruegin added as they made their way out and down the street.
“I was not well served by even my closest servant in the end.” The prince said quietly. His arrival alone in front of the Marquis of Leethon was inexplicable. The fact that the Marquis’ guard recognized the young boy from recent trade visits to Sellis protecting a diplomat was remarkably lucky.
“Well in Menthino our servants are not bonded second class citizens. They are free wage earning professionals contracted at competitive rates. We frequently lose clerks, and even Palace guards to merchants or even foreign armies.” She continued.
“In Sellis, our history has given us a representative government that hears all people.” The Prince spouted as they walked.
“Yes and that idea came from the nobles and rich merchant who pressed men into serving on their galleys. It took a bloody revolt, but eventually the people’s idea of spirited debate and deliberating similar to the bench seats of galleys was reflected in the government formed by your ocean going ancestors.” The princess replied. “Unfortunately, the idea created a hybrid culture where the nobles still press contracts onto the people living on their lands for labor.”
The four boatmen had spent the night guarding the barge. They were met ready to go and one was cooking tea for the morning.
The ride for that day was equally smooth as the last. They were already quite far when the boatmen caught the late morning tide and ceased poling the barge. Marcos found a fishing pole and leaned against the cargo in back. He didn’t catch anything for hours and eventually put the fishing pole down as the men poled the boat.