The Prince

Valcore sat with Minerva, one of his wives. She had been a childhood friend and was his first marriage; already giving him two sons. She was the one wife he knew the best and trusted the most.

"Valcore, are you feeling well? You feel distant today." Minerva searched his eyes. She was the only one who addressed him by name.

"I am feeling a bit nervous actually." Should he trust her with his thoughts about the slave girl? "We have several new slaves in our wing. I have requested that I meet them. I would like to see who is attending to my family." He explained to Minerva.

"Oh, I see. But why are you nervous about that? You have met slaves before." Minerva playfully laughed at him.

"I guess it is because Mother picked them out. I am afraid I will not like some of them and offend her." It wasn't a complete lie; he truly did not want to offend his mother.

"You have nothing to fear of that. I believe your mother a good judge and if by some strange occurrence, there is one you do not wish to keep, she will understand." Minerva took a bite of egg. "If you like, Valcore, I will come with you."

"I would like that." He appreciated her offer. Valcore met her gaze. Her deep brown hair matched her eyes perfectly. They reminded him of the rich chocolate she often enjoyed. Her skin was soft and the perfect shade of gold. He enjoyed all his wives but if he could keep only one, it would be Minerva. She was kind and gentle but adventurous as well. He felt a longing in his groin that deepened.

"Why do you stare at me, my dear Valcore?" She blushed, her small round breasts turned a soft shade of pink.

"I was thinking it has been too long since I have had the pleasure of you." The sincerity of his voice made her blush deepen.

"I will arrange for an early evening meal for us. We can enjoy the pleasure of each other." His wife smiled as she offered him a wonderful evening.

"That sounds like a delicious idea." Valcore needed to get up and move before his member would make itself too noticeable.

"Let us inspect our slaves and then I will see to the arrangements for the evening." She smiled mischievously at him. The twinkle in her eye said she knew he needed to move and why.

The prince walked to the reception hall with Minerva, a few steps behind him. Her footsteps were a whisper compared to his. When they entered the hall, twenty slaves were lined up. Valcore walked down the line examining each one. There was a mix of ages from young boys to old men but there were only two women.

"You," he stopped in front of the oldest man. The slave lowered himself to one knee and bowed his head. "What is your use?"

"My prince, I am a gardener. I tend to your many gardens," he answered quickly. Valcore nodded and continued down the line. He stopped in front of the slave girl; her grey eyes were scared and nervous.

"What is your use?" Eve had told him that she was damaged and unpure but he saw no marks on her pale skin.

She curtsied and lowered her head. "I help attend to the cooking and cleaning, my prince."

"Minerva, do you need another attendant?" Looking at his wife. He knew immediately that his eyes gave him away. She knew he had a deep curiosity in the slave girl.

"Yes, my husband. I could use another." She stepped next to him and examined the slave. She touched her hair and garments. "If she is going to be one of my personal attendants, she will need some new clothes and a bath. This is unacceptable."

"See to it then. She is your responsibility. I have some other matters to attend to currently. I will see you this evening." Prince Valcore kissed Minerva, a quick and passionate kiss; a promise of things to come. She responded in kind.

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"Follow me." Minerva looked at the slave. Valcore had some interest in her. For some reason, he trusted her to get the slave cleaned up.

"Yes mistress." The slave gathered up her skirt and followed. She had been a servant for most of her life. Minerva could tell by how she moved and how she spoke. The girl was respectfully direct and followed instructions well.

"Wait here a moment." Minerva directed her and slipped into the kitchen to make the arrangements for their meal. When she stepped back into the corridor, the girl was exactly where she had been left.

"What is your name?" Minerva asked.

"My name, mistress?" The girl looked confused.

"Yes, your name. My husband would like for you to attend me and I need to refer to you by something other than slave."

"Yes, I am sorry mistress. My name is Isla." She quickly curtsied.

"Well, Isla, let's get you cleaned up and dressed appropriately for one of my attendants." Minerva took off down the hall again with Isla following close behind. When they reached her personal bath, Minerva instructed one of the guards to fetch the court tailor. The guard bowed and left.

"How did we acquire you?" Minerva questioned once they were alone in her chambers.

"I was sent from across the ocean. My previous master, King Jones, sent all of us as a gift for your king." Isla stood, eyes down and hands clasped in front of her body.

"How long were you in service of King Jones?" Minerva was curious why a young and attractive woman had been sent away. Something must have happened.

"I served my masters needs for almost ten years."

"So, what did you do wrong? A master would not just gift something like yourself without reason. How did you displease him?" Minerva pushed.

"I am sorry mistress. I have been trying to think of a reason why he no longer wanted me. The only thing that comes to mind; I was unable to give him a child. He planted his seed many times but I did not conceive." Minerva looked at the young slave. She was being honest. The reason for her exile had been kept from her and she was sad and disappointed.

"You had a silly king. That is the job of the wives and the concubines, not the slaves or servants. No royal would want to father a child with someone of low status. My husband is no exception." Minerva laughed and smiled at the girl, putting her at ease.

"Now, take off those filthy rags. The tailor is here to take your measurements," ordered Minerva.

"Yes mistress." Isla reluctantly undressed. Even though she was unpure, she still had her dignity. Minerva respected that. She examined the slaves body more closely while the tailor took measurements and made a note of her hair and eye color. Isla's small breasts still sat high and firm while her stomach, never holding a child, still held tight to her hips. The years of service had kept her body and muscles strong and lean. Minerva could see her husband's infatuation and desire.

"Mistress," the tailor spoke. "I have something I think would be perfect. I need an hour or so to make the alterations, but she will be clothed befitting your standards." The old man smiled and winked.

"Thank you. Please send a robe for the girl to wear until then." Minerva dismissed the old man.

"I thank you for the honor to attend you mistress, but it looks like you have enough attendants." Isla spoke timidly.

"Do not get too bold slave. There is no promise of staying." Minerva scolded her.

Isla flinched. "Of course mistress. Sorry mistress."

"Now into the bath. You smell like cooking smoke and laundry."

"Yes mistress." Isla carefully stepped into the bathing pool. Minerva pulled her own hair back and undressed. She joined Isla in the warm water. Isla reluctantly let her mistress wash her.

Minerva rubbed her hands over the girls slender body. Her fingers traced over lines and tenderly washed her soft breasts. When her hand reached between Isla's legs, she was surprised by what she found. Isla jumped and tried to move away but Minerva quickly grabbed her arm.

"Do not move away slave. You are aroused. Explain yourself at once." She had her suspicions but also enjoyed making the girl squirm.

"Yes mistress. I am sorry mistress. You are very beautiful and it has been over a year since my body has been touched, let alone so gently. King Jones was not very gentle." Isla confessed to her mistress.

"Over a year, really? No one has touched you for that long? The king did not send you his guards for their amusement?"

"No mistress."

"Well, that will not be the case here. I have my husbands permission to use you how I see fit. You are my attendant after all so you will be attending to all of my needs. You will do what I say with no hesitation. If you displease me in anyway, I will not hesitate to get rid of you." Minerva smiled to herself. Valcore would be very pleased. Even though Isla was not pure she was fresh. She knew how to please but her body had not been dominated beyond repair.

"You have been with men, but what about women? Do you know how to please a woman?" Minerva had let go of Isla's arm and had stepped back. She was searching the slaves eyes for answers.

"No mistress. I have never been with a woman and I have only been with King Jones."

"Your king was the only one to touch you?" Minerva continued to wash Isla. She spoke softly, directly into Isla's ear. The slave nodded, answering the question. Again, Minerva reached between Isla's legs and felt her swollen lips. Even in the water she could feel a slickness. Her gentle washing caused the slave girl to twitch slightly.

"Isla, do you wish to serve me and my family? Do you wish to please me and my husband?" Minerva waited. She knew what the answer would be but Isla had to say it. She had to admit to herself and her mistress that she was willing to step away from the kitchen chores and move into a new role.

"Yes mistress. I wish to serve and please both you and the prince." Isla breathed.

"Good girl." Minerva smiled. She was gently rubbing Isla's pussy with the pads of her fingers, working her arousal. She had to restrain herself from pushing inside her. That pleasure, for the first time, would go to Valcore. Minerva felt a stirring in her own pussy. The though of her and her husband sharing the slave had awakened something inside of her.

"The prince and I will be sharing a meal this evening. You will help me prepare. Do you understand?" She whispered into Isla's ear. One hand was holding her aroused pussy and the other was massaging her breast, pinching and pulling at her nipple.

"Yes, mistress. I understand," breathed Isla.

Minerva pulled away and perched herself on the edge of the bath. "Lick me. My pussy must be ready for my husband."

"Yes mistress." Isla dropped to her knees with her head between Minerva's legs. Slowly she began to lick her mistress. Her tongue traced up and down her lips, splitting her pussy. Isla did this a few times before settling on her clit. She softly flicked and licked, causing her mistress to become more aroused and more sensitive. Minerva could feel her juices begin to build.

"Yes, just like that." Her breath was becoming irregular. "Now, make me cum slave."

Isla gripped her thighs and held her in place. Her tongue quickened, alternating between soft and hard strokes. Gently she began to suck on Minerva's lips again. Her right-hand released Minerva's leg and began to tease her opening. Her pussy began to tighten and twitch with anticipation. Isla pushed a finger a short distance inside her. Slowly she pulled it back, making Minerva groan but soon Isla slid two fingers inside her. She pushed deep inside her mistress and curled them upward in a continuous motion. She rubbed and stroked; coaxing her mistress closer and closer to climax.

Minerva's body began to shudder. Isla could feel her mistress getting close. She licked and sucked on her clit until her pussy began to tighten. Minerva grabbed her slaves head and pulled it firmly into her.

"Yes, don't stop!" Minerva screamed as she came. Isla hungerly drank her mistresses sweet juices; never slowing or stopping her fingers. Her mistress shuttered with orgasm after orgasm. As she relaxed Isla pulled her fingers out and pushed her tongue deep inside her pussy. It was a soft change and allowed her body to adjust.

"That will do slave." Slowly Minerva slid back into the bath. The warm water felt nice on her cool breasts. "Now, wash me."

Minerva ordered Isla to suck her nipples while she washed her mistress. She gently sucked, making her sensitive nipples even harder. It sent more quivers down her body. Minerva washed Isla's hair and teased her pussy more. It needed to be ready for Valcore as well. The slave was so swollen. Minerva could tell that she was very eager and wanting.

"That's enough. We must dry and get dressed. You will be joining the prince and I for our meal." Minerva smiled. They would both enjoy the pleasures Isla had to offer. Isla helped her mistress dress and then then dressed herself. She bustled around cleaning and preparing for the evening. Minerva watched eagerly anticipating what was to happen that night.