During most of the day, the kitchens in the Palace of Mirrors were a place of hard work, bustling with the cooks and maids and footmen preparing meals for the royal family and their guests and attendants. Late at night, however, when the royals were tucked away in their chambers and the business of the day was concluding, the household staff used the kitchens as a makeshift pub of sorts. The Palace of Mirrors was a ride of several hours from the city proper, and as such most of the staff lived and worked on the palace grounds and rarely left except on official business. The servants called their erstwhile pub the Ring and Clover, and every night it was the liveliest spot in the entire palace.
In a cozy spot near the fire, around a wobbly wooden table, three men sat, enjoying mugs of mead and chatting. One, a sturdy-looking man with messy brown hair leaned back in his chair and waved his mug around as he spoke. "Four horses! Good bit of luck I knew how to keep them under control. I don't need to tell you, lads, the mess of trouble I'd have been in if I'd let four of the King's finest horses go loose in the gardens. I ain't going to the rack because Leland had one of his outbursts."
"Where is Leland, now that you mention him?" An older man, with distinguished silver around his temples asked.
"Aah, you know Leland," the first man said, "he's always busy with something."
*****
The carriage rattled as it slowed and finally came to a stop in a secluded clearing just off the main road. Leland, a man with sharp features and striking blond hair, climbed down from the driver's seat and made his way to the horses, patting them both kindly.
"Well done, my boys," he whispered to them, "there's an extra treat in it for you tonight, especially if this works out."
"Is it safe, driver?" A woman's voice called out from inside the carriage, smooth and sweet, "Have we lost them?"
"Aye, Madam," Leland replied, a grin growing on his face, which he replaced with a solemn look as he made his way to the carriage door. He opened it and looked up at the woman inside.
She was dressed in a long satin traveling cloak, blue with bronze-colored details along the hems. The hood was down, revealing her soft, gentle features. Her skin was a warm brown, which complimented the deep dark of her curious eyes. Her lustrous black hair fell in smooth curls around her shoulders, and it had been dusted with something which made it sparkle in the moonlight.
Leland knew from the moment she climbed into his carriage that he had to have her.
"We've lost them, Madam," Leland told her, "it's a good thing I know these woods as well as I do, or those villains might have taken us."
The woman nodded. "Thank you, Coachman."
Leland let a smile color the corners of his mouth. "We should probably stay here for a while, hidden, to let them slip further away from us before we return to the main road."
"That sounds reasonable," the passenger said, "I wish I had some extra coin to thank you with, Coachman. You have certainly earned it."
"There's no need for that, Madam," Leland said, "Their Majesties give me a generous pay to make sure their guests get safely to their destinations."
A smirk appeared on the passenger's full lips. "Is that why you put such effort into saving me tonight? Because of your generous pay?"
Silently, Leland cheered. Everything seemed to be falling into place. "Not at all, Madam. I would have hated to see a lovely young woman fall into the hands of those ruffians."
"Hmm," the passenger hummed, and got up from her seat, crouching to avoid hitting her head on the ceiling of the carriage. "There must be some way I could repay your kindness and bravery, Coachman."
"Calling me Leland would be a good start."
"Leland," she repeated, and made her way to the door. Once there, she sat down on the step, letting her legs dangle over the edge. "A good name. Mine is Osara."
She was close enough now that Leland could see the brown of her eyes reflecting in the moonlight. There was a twinkle to them that implied that she might be wiser than she let on about what was happening, but was open to it nonetheless.
"You say we should stay here a moment, Leland?" She looked up at him curiously.
Leland nodded. "Just a brief wait, Miss Osara."
Osara's clever eyes lowered from Leland's face to his chest, and rested on the belt which held his tabard in place. "I think I know how to thank you, and make our wait pass more pleasantly."
"Aye, Miss Osara?"
She just nodded, then crooked her finger at him, beckoning him closer. He bent forward, and she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, pulling him into a deep kiss.
Her lips were as soft as they looked, and when Leland pushed his tongue against them, they parted, giving him access to her warm mouth. She tasted like the sweet treats the palace chefs prepared and fine wine, and Leland was immediately intoxicated.
She intensified the kiss, her breath sharpening as her hands slipped off Leland's shoulders and slipped down to his belt. Her deft fingers had it undone in seconds, and it fell to the ground with a thud.
Leland pulled back, and Osara just watched, grinning, as he pulled off the red and gold tabard and tossed it over the door of the carriage. If he returned to the castle with his colors covered in mud, there'd be questions.
Osara beckoned him closer again, and her hands quickly went back to work, tugging down his trousers, leaving them hanging around his knees. Then, as she looked up into his eyes, he felt her soft hands gliding across his stomach under his shirt, then downwards as they wrapped around his hard cock.
"My," Osara exclaimed, "but this is a surprise. Back home they tell us you Ramulvan boys are all looks and no size, but this..." she started slowly stroking him, "I have no complaints about size tonight."
Leland smiled. "I'm glad I exceed your expectations, Miss Osara."
"In this way, yes," she said, "but I do have other expectations." With that, she leaned forward and planted a kiss on the head of his cock, then lowered her face to kiss him over and over, from base to tip. Finally, she opened her mouth and wrapped her soft lips around the head of his cock, taking the first few inches in.
Sighing with pleasure, Leland placed a hand on the top of her head, idly running his fingers through her soft hair. The sparkly powder she'd dusted herself with coated his hand, but he only considered it for a second before his attention was gripped by the fact that Osara had very suddenly taken his whole length into her throat.
Her eyes twinkled up at him as her nose was buried in his pubic hair, and he felt himself throb against the tight muscles of her throat. She pulled away, leaving lewd strings of spit and precum hanging between her lips and his cock.
Osara took a shaky breath before climbing back to her feet on the carriage's step. She untied the clasp of her cloak and let it fall from her body.
Rather than an elegant ballgown, as Leland had expected, Osara was dressed in a tight-fitting leotard, like the ones worn by the acrobats he'd seen at the circus as a child. Up close, it left little to the imagination, not that he anticipated needing to do much imagining for long.
Osara climbed back into the carriage and beckoned him again. "Come here, Leland," she said, her smooth voice low, "I need more."
Leland wasted no time. He kicked off his boots and pulled his pants the rest of the way off, then climbed into the carriage.
He was on her in a second, lips pressed against hers, his tongue exploring her mouth, as his hands ran along her body. Her leotard clung tightly to her, allowing him to feel every curve. He let his hands glide over her breasts, and he could feel her nipples, hard and pressing against the fabric.
Osara slipped her own hands under his shirt and started lifting it, until he had to break the kiss to remove it. As they were separated, Osara spread her legs and tugged the bottom of her leotard aside.
In the moonlight drifting in through the carriage's windows, Leland got a good look between Osara's toned thighs. The lips of her pussy were glistening, and the hair atop her mound was neatly trimmed, something rare among women in his country. He climbed back over her and she wrapped a hand around his shaft, guiding it to her opening. With one thrust, he buried himself inside her, the walls of her pussy gripping him tightly.
"Mmmm," Osara moaned, "that's what I need..."
"Then let me provide it to you," Leland said breathily, and pulled back for another, harder thrust. She gasped, and he started fucking her in earnest, hard and deep.
Osara's moans came low and gruff at first, but got louder and clearer, filling the night air with her sexual song. She threw her head back and cried out, her hair falling across the seat of the carriage.
With her back arched, Leland took advantage of the moment and tugged the top of her leotard down, exposing her small, pert breasts. He lowered his mouth to one and sucked gently on her nipple as he continued to plow into her.
Soon, he felt her pussy squeezing him tightly, accompanied by one, long, feminine whimper, as her body shook in his arms. He knew, with the way she was gripping him, he wasn't far behind. He let her breast fall from his mouth and kissed his way up to her ear.
