Cecilia smiled at the sound of her sister Danielle's giggles and soft squeals of pleasure. She could not see what Simon was doing to her oldest sister, but she knew at times, she had made those same noises. Her fingers tightened in the curls of her lover's hair. She felt his tongue sweeping over her sex, bringing the juices of her arousal to the surface and greedily licking them up. Perhaps it was this place, she thought for a moment, that gave her the ability to simply ignore everything and everyone around her.
Maybe it was the man she called hers that drove her to behave wantonly and for the first time to do so in front of others. But Cassius had insisted, or so his touch had forced her to act the way she was. Had Danielle told her to stop behaving like a common trollop, she would have, but... much to her surprise, her sister's sounds told her that Danielle had no qualms about showing her desire in front of her sister's sightless eyes.
The two women shouted almost simultaneously, their men rose from between their legs, shared kisses with their respective lovers and then pushed their hardened rods into slick openings. Cecilia hissed, her lids became clenched. Cassius shoved his dick deeply into her heated core, her legs came up, wrapped tightly around him and together they moved. Each came closer to release; when Cecilia's body stiffened, she felt the knowing rush of fluids erupt from her pussy as his exploded from his shaft.
A new sound interrupted the state of numbing bliss that had overtaken Cecilia. She jerked slightly, looked around, though knowing she could see nothing, and instead focused on sounds and scents. She recognized the way oars hit rock and felt the jarring of the boat sliding against stone. "We're here?" she asked, then sat up, pulling at her dress and trying to arrange herself so she would appear proper to whomever greeted them.
"You look delicious," Danielle whispered. Cecilia blushed.
"I'd almost forgotten you were there," her sister admitted.
Danielle giggled, kissed Simon and then leaned over to speak with her sister. "You gave us great pleasure. It was beautiful to see your face in such a state of bliss... I wish..." Her words faded.
Cecilia smiled, reached over and found her sister's cheek. "I often wish it, more so when I am here than I ever had in Westingfield. Thank you for coming with us. I fear Cassius is trusting the wrong woman."
Cassius frowned, the look lost to Cecilia, but not to the others. Danielle's hand reached up and she took Cecilia's. "I am here now and I will be your eyes, though your senses have never led you wrong, so trust them."
"As you trust yours?" Cecilia asked. She sensed the tension in her sister, felt it thick in the air and wondered why it was suddenly there. However, before she could ask, Cassius was aiding her in rising and stepping from the boat. She listened to him speak to a servant, and also heard her sister and Simon leaving the boat behind and following them.
Cecilia felt Danielle's hand on her arm; she turned and looped hers through her sister's. "Cecilia, where are we going?"
"We are going to meet a witch," Cecilia whispered. Again she felt tension rise up in her sister and patted her hand, hoping to relieve it. "I trust Cassius, I really do, but I too feel less at ease. I do not know this witch. There is so much magic here in this world. I am reminded of the stories mother shared with us. Stories we forced her to stop telling us. Yet... I have questions. Questions that maybe this woman can answer."
Danielle nodded her head and smiled. "I love it here. When I wake up at home I have no memory of this place, but yet as soon as I see my Simon," she looked adoringly to her Prince, who walked with Cassius, "I remember this place as well as our home."
"What is wrong?" Cecilia asked. She had noticed the sound of her sister's voice changing. It had been full of excitement and joy, then suddenly sorrow and shame.
"I have done many things... many things I shouldn't do. I love two men," she admitted.
Cecilia stopped short, jerked her sister to her and asked who the other man was. It was obvious to her that Simon had to be one of them, but what other Prince had stole her sister's heart? Before Danielle could answer though, Simon and Cassius had stopped walking and were heading to the girls. Cecilia allowed Cassius to lead her across what she felt certain was a path made up of some sort of stone or brick. The coarse material dug into her shoes forcing a frown from her as she thought of how hard the cobbler had worked to ready them all new pairs.
A quick knock on a door brought her thoughts back to the moment at hand. The moment of meeting a witch, a witch that was to help Cassius reach the other side of Oarthland and enter Westingfield. The hard pull of the door brought a warm rush of air over its threshold. Cecilia shivered as the heat invaded her flesh. She had not been aware she'd been growing colder as they traveled down the path, but now as heat escaped the dwelling, she was being taken into, she welcomed it.
"Prince Cassius, you have come and look you have the beautiful Cecilia and... who is this?"
The voice of another, a woman that sounded familiar but not completely washed over Cecilia. Her brow furrowed as she focused sightless eyes on the space where she felt the woman was standing. "My sister Danielle and her..."
"Ahh, Prince Simon," the woman whispered, stepping up and bowing to the lad as well as the other royals in her presence.
"My beautiful nieces, it has been far too long," the woman whispered, before reaching out and grasping first Cecilia and then Danielle into her arms.
Cecilia stiffened and pulled away. "Nieces?" she muttered, her face showing her confusion.
"Angora?" she heard Danielle ask.
"Yes, my beauties. It is I, your mother's sister."
Cecilia felt the blood drain from her face. She stepped back, hitting a torch that burned along the wall. She was quickly jerked away from the pending danger and slammed against Cassius's chest. "Be careful!" he exclaimed, "I have not walked the room with you yet!"
She felt her cheeks grow flush at the chastisement, but had to admit her shock had made her less cautious of her surroundings. She did not want to admit it was the woman whose home she was currently standing in.
"Ahh, yes, the blind one," Angora whispered. Cecilia felt a hand on her arm, travel down to her wrist and then wrap around her fingers. "Come, I will lead you. Your sister and friends can follow. You look so much like our mother... Your grandmother, yet there is a hint of your father in you."
Cecilia walked with the woman, wondering if her words were true. Did she look like her grandmother and though others had said she looked somewhat like her father, did she really? Her features were a mask to her, made up of how she felt she looked. She would touch her face and try to comprehend the curves and dips, always hoping that she was passingly pretty and not some freak of nature. Often though her siblings, her parents and even the people of Westingfield were complimenting her on her delicate features. She had to take them at their word, for she had no image to rely on, but the ones her fingers provided.
