That next morning Aubert of Greenleaf took Byth roughly and quickly as she stood changing her infant daughter. Afterward, Aubert snatched up the girl and hauled her out into the sunshine as Marielle led his steed forward equipped with his tools for the day's hunt. Now, Byth saw her father's yew bow strung and at the ready on the horn of the king's saddle. Aubert caught Byth's staring at the weapon as he placed the baby close to his bosom where he tied her fast with several wraps of muslin.
"Tis a fine bow and your father should be proud of it. I must return to find the quality blade we left in the woods after you tried to skewer my arse with it."
Byth rubbed her open palm along the back of his thigh towards his strong ass as she answered.
"I am glad I was not successful, m'lord. It would have been a shame to ruin an arse of such metal." She smirked as she spoke.
Aubert smiled and gave his new queen a peck on the cheek before he mounted his horse with Edweena clinging to his chest.
"Pray, be careful with the heir to the throne, m'lord," Byth said as she patted her daughter on the back swaddled in her muslin sling.
Aubert smiled as his horse bolted toward the edge of the clearing. "She'll outride me a'fore long," he shouted over his shoulder as they disappeared into the dark forest with the hound in close pursuit.
Byth strolled back to the shelter and Marielle joined in step.
"He spoke highly of you when he returned from his journey, Byth. He told of a sassy little vixen who captured his heart with barely a word." Byth blushed at the king's sister's comments.
"God deemed it... to bring you here to this wood and claim your rightful place beside the king."
"What about you, fair Marielle? Surely you would claim the crown before I or my... before Edweena."
"Nay, m'lady." Marielle looked away while sadness colored her blue eyes. "I was the spawn of the king and his consort after the death of his queen. You are my brother's first." Marielle looked deep into Byth's eyes as she continued. "I can never lay claim to the crown but I can be treated with honor and respect as long as a Greenleaf rules this kingdom. To that end, I would die to keep that royal lineage on the throne."
"But, pray tell, where is this throne at present?" Byth spoke as she stroked Marielle's cheek with the back of her hand to soothe the woman's sadness.
"Under the arse of a pretender, m'lady. But with you, Edweena, my brother, and myself we will correct that situation."
"How?"
Marielle smiled and took Byth's hand in hers and led her to the shelter. A lump grew in Byth's throat with each step towards the hidden hut though she could not completely understand why. Crossing the shelter's threshold Byth tried to speak but the words caught in her throat. Marielle sat Byth down on the edge of the small wooden bed and Byth's head began to swim.
Marielle was an attractive woman but the red-haired girl wasn't sure she wanted to give herself to any woman, if indeed, the blond wanted to sample the Byth's carnal charms.
Marielle rummaged in a small chest and Byth prepared herself to bolt if Marielle tried to restrain her as the king had. When the lithesome blond turned back she held two odd metal objects that Byth couldn't identify.
"A device to keep the wife of a king happy," she explained giving the balls to the other girl. They were shiny as if made of fine silver and were heavy in Byth's hands. "A gift from an emissary of Cathay to Marco Polo," Marielle continued.
Marielle sat next to Byth, on the edge of the bed, before she took the balls from the queen's hands. After pulling her dress up above her waist, Marielle put one ball, then the other, in her mouth to wet them. Then she spread her legs wide, pushing in one ball. As Marielle passed the second ball through the light brown hair guarding the pathway to her womb she began a slow rocking motion. Her eyes closed as she began to rock faster. With her eyes mere slits, she looked to Byth and whispered.
"One is filled with quicksilver. They feel wonderful, m'lady." Marielle pointed to the small chest and Byth rose to look inside. A second set of shiny balls sat at the ready. Byth sat next to the sister of the king and spread her legs to accommodate the balls. Byth hiked up her own gown and slipped one shiny ball inside her sex. The king's moisture still lingered and made the passage of the balls inside her rather easy. When the second ball slipped inside Byth she sat for several moments disappointed that nothing happened.
Marielle was rocking faster now and her cheeks were crimson with passion.
She glanced at Byth and croaked breathlessly, "Now, rock back and fro." Once the balls banged together inside her she knew what caused Marielle such joy and she shivered. Byth knew immediately she would enjoy these gifts from the east. Byth sucked in a sharp breath as the balls clanked together inside her slick pink folds of flesh.
"Aha, Marielle. These make my belly feel warm."
"They should, dear sister."
Marielle's breathing became labored as she rocked faster. Her hand fell onto the bedding which she twisted into a knot as she approached her climax. A whine from deep in the blond's throat rose up, her eyes clamped shut and Byth watched the other woman's chest heave. The breath rushed out of Marielle's lungs as she hit her climax and Byth watched as Marielle's entire body shook in the throes of an intense rapture.
With Byth's ardor now fueled, she rocked faster in order to find this pleasure for herself. Marielle sat next to Byth panting, her chin resting on her chest and eyes still clamped shut. Byth closed her own eyes to imagine the king as deliverer of this carnal delight.
When Byth opened her eyes she saw an imposing Moor standing in the doorway.
"Alas, Marielle," Byth sputtered. "We are not alone!"
The tall man strode forward and yanked the blond to her feet by one arm. With an odd "clank" the balls, that traveled halfway 'round the world, slipped out of Marielle's body to land on the dirt floor.
"Please, master," Marielle said with a start. "Whom do you serve and what is your purpose here?" The Moor only grinned as he stared into Marielle's deep blue eyes.
"M'lady, run when I pull away from this crude barbarian," the blond whispered as though the dark man could not hear her at an arm's length.
When Marielle tugged at her captor's grasp Byth leaped from the bed and sprinted towards the door, only to be met by a slight man dressed in chain mail. Byth lashed out at the man and as he caught her hands in his she kicked at his groin, connecting solidly. The man fell quickly to the dirt floor but the Moor quickly had a hold of her arm and wouldn't let her escape.
With the Moor holding both women by their arms neither could escape. Slowly, the man in chain mail stood. When he was, at last, to height, Byth stood several inches taller. He then slapped Byth hard with the back of his hand. With this blow Byth fell to the floor and her body relaxed causing the metal balls to drop from the confines of her sex. Byth wavered on her hands and knees while the Moor laughed to see the second set of metal pleasure toys roll out from under her dress on the dirt floor. The man screamed at the Moor in a foreign tongue and the man instantly became silent and sullen.
The Moor released Marielle and the man in chain mail took two steps forward to confront the blond.
"You must be Marielle of Greenleaf. You are not the game I seek," he said with flourish. "But I think you should lure in my prey."
"Agents of the great pretender to the throne, I assume." Marielle spat her words with equal flourish into the face of the man.
"A true king is the man who can hold his throne, fair Marielle." The man leaned close to the blond as he inhaled the scent of sex. With his short blade drawn, the man wearing chain mail, circled the sister to the king.
"Behave and I may keep you as a comforter for my cock."
The man muttered something to the Moor prompting the dark man to yank Byth onto her feet by her long red hair. Then the Moor brandished a cool shiny blade near her neck.
"If the true king's subjects are dead, what pull would you have on Aubert of Greenleaf?" Marielle blurted out in an effort to save Byth. The man in chain mail shook his head at the Moor who then relaxed his grip on Byth's head and lowered his blade. Marielle stood defiant and the man in chain mail softened his stare.
"It will be a pleasure to have your flesh wrapped around mine, wench."
With this, the man spun on his heel and left the hut. Marielle let out her breath. Peering out of the doorway Byth saw several other men standing near the man in chain mail as he issued commands.