Prince Carthin came in led by Rinis who was led by Kaarthen. They found the prince’s room and put him to bed.
The gray maid came in again and Kaarthen had her bring soup for the cracked up prince when dinner was served.
“I think Rinis should stay with him.” Kaarthen said finally.
“I think Ein should help her do the thinking. It would be bad to have something happen because they weren’t looking around.” Marcos said.
Kaarthen though about it. “That sounds like a good idea.”
“Oh, before I forget. I will be taking him out with me tomorrow.” Marcos said quickly looking out to the prince’s door.
“That also sounds like a good idea.” Kaarthen said, thinking nearly the same thing. The prince won’t be messed up the whole time. Perhaps Princess Ruegin will chase him back into his shell but Marcos will use him just the same and enjoy the silence.
Kaarthen, Jilleta, Marcos, Mara, Princess Nossin all went and enjoyed a wonderful dinner. They retreated to the parlor after dinner and Mara and Jilleta had a very exciting game. Princess Nossin rediscovered her intimacy with Marcos sitting in his lap. His hands slid up and down her still body as she lay against him.
Princess Ruegin finally came in smelling like citrus fruit. She loudly exclaimed her happiness again. It seemed she would be happy the rest of the trip. She called up a tall somber butler.
“Bring in the champagne let’s mark the day!” She called and plopped down on the sofa. She seemed really happy like she just avoided a disastrous marriage.
“Is he up yet?” She asked with only the slightest concern.
“No.” Kaarthen said quietly.
The princess hugged herself and rolled around on the sofa.
“This is much better than I could have hoped. I only wish we were in Mavvus. The Queen would have him shelved. His title will be waived, precluded, discontinued. He’d be that curious guy with an attendant nurse everyone sees by the fountain in the morning. How perfect.” She said sagging back, her eye’s were glittery and unseeing as she looked up into the heavens.
When the champagne arrived, Princess Ruegin stirred up the party making sure everyone drank. After champagne, they tasted the strong whiskey imported from Dar Delis. The women were quite drunk within a few hours. Kaarthen and Mara slept off the drink in their chairs. Princess Nossin also slept in the parlor with Princess Ruegin and her Hjordis.
Marcos was as drunk as anyone. He pulled Jilleta into a room with himself. He almost destroyed the curtains jerking a tie from the drapes.
“Come, Come ear pretty.” He said. Marcos was that energetic type of drunk that bar owners, and waitresses rightly feared. He stood on wobbly legs, shoulders hunched, head drooping, with spittle decorating a cheek.
Jilleta stupidly thought she had a chance against him since she was sober. She kept an eye on him but once he got a solid grip on her, she was appalled at his speed.
He jumped upon her and tied her hands. The professional bodyguard was quite stunned as to how tightly and quickly she was subdued. He had somehow tied her hands behind her back as she faced him struggling. With amazing dexterity, he dropped her pants, and pulled them off her feet with her boots. She toppled over unable to stand under his hasty assault and several knives that had been stashed fell out on the floor.
“On your feet, on your feet then.” He said standing over her before falling to sit on the footbench at the end of the bed.
“Back up, come here.” Marcos said before sliding his hands up either side of her right thigh. She jumped as his hands touched her. The warmth of his hands was unnerving with the cool air on her bare skin. She felt so naked despite all the armor and weapons she had above her waist. The knives she carried might as well have been out of the room.
She felt her own shameful moisture as his thumb hooked into her body.
“Look at yourselves,” Marcos slurred. “Getting all wet.”
She squeaked and tried to turn and he slapped her ass. The surprise shocked her and made her gasp. Her pussy and ass instinctively flexed.
“Yep one of those just likes Augussi huh?” He said and stood. “Don’t worry I’m good at this.”
He pushed her forward a few steps to the paneled wall. She almost panicked as to whatever those words could mean. She tried a final time to wriggle a hand up or around. Marcos pushed her head forward and pulled her hips back.
“You’re dripping girlie, the maid will find out.” He said and brought something velvety up to her pussy. Looking down she could see the braided coils of the other curtain tie. It was a rope of silky golden threads braided with a tasseled end.
“You got anything to say?” He said leaning bodily against her as he ran the velvety rope along her body. His hip dug between her cheeks he seemed to be pushing against her and testing her to move.
“Please be gentle, Milord.” She uttered finally. She had more to say but her mouth couldn’t catch the right words.
He harrumphed and moved off her. The swish of moving air caught her by surprise and she knew something was happening. The loud slap was only equaled by her surprise by the very leather like feel of a strap.
Marcos stood behind her and watched her. She jiggled around for a moment. He knew what not to do until she was ready, but everyone is sick in their own special way. He swatted her again on the side of the cheek. He gave her more strikes across the sides of her thighs and top of her ass. The bottom of her cheeks and inside her thighs he left alone.
“Look at yourselves.” Marcos repeated. He by now had stripped his robe and leather blouse. “I should fuck you shouldn’t I? Have you had enough?” He breathed and pulled his pants open. “Well speak!”
“Milord, whatever you wish.” Was her resigned reply.
Marcos backed up and stroked himself harder. His cock was ready. He popped her one last time with a stroke up between her legs and across her pussy then shot forward into her as she lurched. He penetrated her as she dropped down in the middle of her shout. Without any pause, he launched into a full stroke shafting that bounced her helplessly off his cock along the wall.
Holding her up, Marcos let her flop helplessly against the wall as she wailed. “This will teach you won’t it pretty? Shaking all over my cock and dragging your face all over the wall. Your nasty aren’t you? Cumming all over my cock. I bet you got hot standing with your naughty bits out. That little session earlier let you feel really naughty huh?” Marcos paused as she screamed a release and deflated onto him.
“Off to bed with you. You feel comfortable on my cock? You should, I still haven’t come yet. Let’s go to bed. I’ll let you get some rest.” Marcos said keeping her up on his cock and they turned and walked like a two headed animal towards the bed.
He threw her down before him. Jilleta panicked a moment trying to get eyes on him. Her pussy burned as she realized he was looking at her exposed bottom. “Lay on your stomach that’s a good girl. You might enjoy this eh?” Marcos moved into her in a relentless rut for what felt like hours. The drinking had kept him hard for longer than Jilleta could stand. She came more than a few times, and had fallen asleep under him exhausted. Her pussy finally just swelled shut and Marcos was eventually pushed out unrelieved.