This is part of a chain story. While I cannot twist your arm to go back and read the previous three chapters, I highly suggest that you do so, as, first of all, they are very well written, and, second of all, they add depth and background to this chapter.
My thanks to all the other excellent writers in this chain. To RedHairedAndFriendly for starting the chain, to SlycWilly for giving me such a need to create Viviane to thwart Bagdemus, and to DeathLynx, for giving me John and Eric.
Viviane is a real friend of mine. She is not in any way plastically altered. Of course, in real life, her name is not Viviane and she is nicer (though she still has a healthy sex drive).
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Viviane watched the trees roll by as she accompanied her half brother to the castle of the kingdom of Vix. She was attending with him for several reasons, first and foremost because she was becoming bored with the men in the vicinity of her own kingdom, but also because she felt that her young brother needed help wedding and bedding the newly orphaned young queen of Vix. Having been raised among peasants as she had, she might just demand a "love match," rather than the usual wedding for political gain that those in the higher echelons usually insisted on.
She chuckled to herself, silently. Love. As if such a thing existed. Lust, she could believe, in fact, she commanded many a man with lust, but love? Never.
She looked at her brother, noting that he was dressed in the clothing she had picked for him to wear when meeting Queen Evelyn. His shoes were polished until they looked like black looking glasses. His stockings were snowy white and so fitted they could have been sewn to his legs that very day. His black velvet breeches were impeccably tailored, his red silk coat cut in the military style and having plenty of gold embellishments, but not so many that they would detract from his perfect figure. His cravat was neatly pressed and tied in a style that looked simple but was remarkably hard to produce.
As she reached his face, she caught his deep blue eyes watching her. He pulled a lock of golden hair out of his eyes and asked, "well, Sister, do I pass?"
"Why, Drest, I have no idea what you mean."
"I mean that you have dressed me up in all this finery preparatory to meeting Queen Evelyn, who Father hopes that I will woo and wed. Do I pass your inspection?"
"You are as handsome as ever, Love."
"I just wish--"
"I know, Drest. We promised never to speak of it again." He was referring to the fact that he had professed his love for her two years ago when he was 18 years old. She had, perhaps, allowed things to go too far that night, but he had been love struck ever since. She was cautious, because if they were ever found out they would be put to death by the local church, as incest was a mortal sin, even for royalty.
The coach pulled up, and Drest exited first, turning back to help her out. He then stood, blinking in the sun after the dim light of the coach, while Viviane looked alertly about.
She immediately noticed what looked to be a stable hand watching them from behind a tree. She began strutting and parading about, emphasizing her many charms. She was merely five feet tall, in comparison to Drest's six foot 3, but her small form was perfect for her purposes. She ran her hands up the sides of her large breasts, discretely adjusting them in her bodice to enhance her impressive cleavage: her breasts were so large as to be almost unreal looking, and she took the opportunity to flaunt them whenever possible. When she was through, she put her hands on her hips, thus emphasizing her tiny waist, which had no need of the corsets she refused to wear to make it smaller. When she was sure he was watching, she slid her hands to her round arse and parted her cheeks in a lewd invitation. While he stared longingly, she shot him a sly smile.
Her gown was of the deepest blue, while the under dress was red, both made of silk. Her long, silky brown hair almost matched the color of her eyes, and was piled high on her head. She was stunning, and she knew that she drew every male eye in the clearing.
She leaned back into the coach to fetch her brother's sword, and while she was in there, she silently signaled her dog to run straight for the stable hand. He looked like an interesting prospect.
While she had her back turned helping Drest with his sword, the little dog ran, a streak of fawn lightning, past the stable hand and into the storage shed behind the stable hand. Naturally, he ran after her, and after she finished with the sword, Viviane briskly walked in that direction. Her walk was so smooth it was as if she floated on a cloud of air as she moved.
She found the stable hand talking to the dog and trying to soothe her as Miss Daisy growled at him from a dark corner.
Viviane approached him.
"Oh, thank you for catching Miss Daisy. I don't know what I would have done if she had run off and gotten lost in these woods. She's very valuable, you know."
"My name is Viviane. I am Prince Drest's advisor and half sister. You are...?"
It was obvious that it took him a moment to remember. "Um, John, Milady."
"Well, John, I thank you again for saving my dog. If there is anything I might do for you in return during our stay, please, don't hesitate to ask." Her eyes flashed up at him. "I do mean anything." She brushed her breast up against his arm and he looked down reflexively, then was caught by the dark cleft between her large breasts. She gave the sexual attraction power she held in check a little nudge and watched as John's cock rose in his breeches.
"It looks like you do want something after all."
John hung his head shyly.
"Yes, milady."
"Well, it turns out I want the same thing. Come here, young man."
He complied, and she put her hand on his breeches, feeling his hard cock underneath them. She quickly untied the laces and freed his cock.
"Now. What are we going to do with you?"
