"It's not at all like that, Father," Romina complained into the stone's grill. She hated these new magical devices; they never worked like the wizards always promised.
"So there wasn't a troll trying to kill you," her father asked. His voice was distant and cold, as if he were shouting to her from a long distance away in their old castle residence.
"Well, there was," she admitted, but skipped over the details of the encounter.
"You wouldn't believe the stories that are going around here," he said.
She sighed inwardly and rolled her eyes, it was a bad habit she had never broken herself of from her teenage years. "It's the court, Father. It lives to feed to stories and rumors and the more fantastic the better." She tried not to let any bit of quaver into her voice for that would surely give her away. If the stories at court were true...
"One says that you and Dev invited a squadron of trolls to your betrothal party and allowed them to participate at the...celebration...taking the favors of all your ladies. Is that true?" It wasn't so much a question as it was a demand.
This time she let her exasperated sigh go audibly through the stone call connection. "Of course not, Daddy." She used her childish term of affection for him to placate his fears. "I'm sure half the court wants to believe that because you know they don't want me to marry Dev." That was true enough. Dev's family was minor enough in political influence and wealth, so his marriage to her, a princess, though a minor and distant one to the royal bloodline, would begin their ascendancy back into the good graces of the court.
Once she ended the overly long and involved stone call, placing the heavy rock back in the protective velvet case created by the wizard's guild with the assurance that the stone would never break while stored inside, she climbed the steps back to the towertop room where she and Dev had made their temporary home. Almost all her maidens and his men at arms had left to go back to their regular duties away from the tower. Only Delma and her friend Lucy remained with her, while Dev had replaced Ord and Ven with two others of his retinue, Nes and Tof.
The choice of Lucy had been easy, for the girl had so ably and willingly assisted in the betrothal orgy, and she had requested that her best friend be able to stay behind as well. It was a good choice for the girls were barely young enough to serve as ladies to a princess, but were also eager and enthusiastic in the bedroom with whatever partner or game Romina chose.
The warriors were also willing, though at times Romina had trouble telling the two apart because they were so alike in appearance and manners—they also claimed to be cousins, a fact she did not doubt. Her next few months in the tower would pass in relative boredom. It was little more than a game of waiting, although tradition had it that the lady of the tower would make as many attempts as possible to ensure she was with child so the marriage would take place with the blessing of a first born child or a happily pregnant lady. Romina had taken every opportunity to copulate with Dev to ensure she was with child, she even winked and nodded at tradition by allowing Nes and Tof to enjoy the warmth of her sex channel, not worrying where they finished their desires. Even this slightly deceitful act was considered part of the ritual tradition; the bloodline was strengthened by bringing in outsiders so the royal blood wouldn't go stale, even if a man of noble blood was actually raising the child of another man.
Upon entering the towertop room, which she and Dev had taken over as their bedroom, she found Lucy face down on the bed with Nes (or perhaps it was Tof) behind her, slowly fucking the girl. Each time he thrust his hips forward his taut abdomen would slap against Lucy's rounded buttocks causing them to shake fetchingly. Each thrust Lucy greeted with an admiring moan. She admired the lovemaking between the two for a few moments before interrupting them.
"You aren't supposed to be doing that on my bed," she informed them in her false-haughty voice.
"I told them to," Dev said from behind her. She hadn't even noticed him when she came up the stairs, partly because he was half-hidden behind Delma's body that was bent over a stool. Lucy couldn't see for certain, but she knew his cock was planted firmly in the girl's cunt. Delma was very quiet during sex, giving almost no indication of her pleasure or pain, only her face gave her away. And right now Delma was on the edge of ecstasy; she was biting her lower lip and gripping the cushion of the stool with her clawed fingers. "I like to have something to watch while I fuck Delma."
"She's too quiet, I agree." Romina took a seat near the bed and continued to watch the two couples in their mating. Although built entirely of granite, the tower had been imbued with some magical warming system in the rocks that kept the inside of the tower at a comfortable temperature year round. Romina was happy to spend her days and nights in a constant state of undress, except for her possession anklet and a few other bits of jewelry. It was freeing and exciting to be ready to serve Dev instantly.
It didn't take Nes long to finish. Once he filled Lucy's pussy he rolled off her exhausted. Romina watched as his seed slowly leaked out from between her legs; she kept her self control and didn't immediately dive between the comely lass's thighs. "Where's Tof?" she asked instead.
"Downstairs sleeping," Lucy mumbled into the mattress.
"She wore him out earlier," Nes laughed.
Romina arched an eyebrow at the randy young girl. "You're going to wear out my betrothed's men at arms and we'll be without protection."
Lucy just giggled into the mattress. "I hope so."
The conversation was momentarily suspended as Dev let out a strangled cry indicating he had reached his climax and Delma sighed in satisfaction as she was filled with the thick seed of Romina's husband to be. Oddly she wasn't jealous, she liked watching Dev take his pleasure in other women. It was beautiful to watch two people copulate like the gods had intended, and sometimes in ways the gods could never have imagined. Maybe her absence of jealous was because she was reassured by the fine metal chain that circled Delma's waist. The tiny charm that hung from the chain was assurance that she couldn't be impregnated, as guaranteed by the witches of Corven who sold the charms to jealous husbands, worried fathers and slutty young girls.
But that couldn't be it for Lucy didn't wear a similar belt, and based upon her rate of copulation, it was highly likely she was already with child, and yet Romina still liked to watch Dev with Lucy as well, even though he might be siring her baby. It was obvious the girl wanted to catch a bellyful, every opportunity she had she tried to get any of the men to deposit their seed in her cunt. It wasn't that she refused to pleasure them orally, she simply wanted them to finish in her.
Withdrawing from Delma, Dev staggered to the bed and collapsed next to Lucy. She lazily reached out and fondled his wet, semi-flaccid cock, perhaps encouraging him to rise again and mount her once more. "What happened in your stone call to your father?" Dev asked with his eyes closed. Apparently Lucy's attentions weren't having the desired effect on him for he remained soft.
"Rumors are flying though the court," Romina reported. "Apparently we had an orgy that only involved trolls and demons and who knows what else."
He opened an eye. "And what do they think..."
She waved her hand dismissively. "Who cares what the court thinks."
"You should," Delma pointed out. She had wiped away the remains of Dev's spunk from her sex and thighs and was apparently ready to join the conversation now. Lucy had drifted off to sleep and was lightly snoring in the bed covers. "You'll be part of the court soon enough."
