Alanna blinked away some of the shock. Because there was nothing, she loved more than being a courtesan, and therefore a person who could make others feel divine. And while her whirlwind romance with the Queen had been exciting, even eye opening, no woman was worth giving up that job.
"I, I can't. I just. What?" Alanna asked. There had to be a better explanation. There just had to be.
"I don't want you to be a courtesan anymore. You and I could just be together. Forever! And run away and just. Be. No one would bother us. And no one would even notice!" The Queen insisted, her eyes lighting up. This was a hope she'd held for some time now.
"I don't think that's true. You're the Queen. This is ridiculous." Alanna said. She pulled up her knees to her chest. This was not how she wanted any of this to go. Her excitement had given way to confusion. Was it just lust that they'd shared just now? Or was it a connection, and she, as someone who had come and gone after sex, was running away?
"Hey, hey." The Queen, whose voice was as gentle as the summer breeze, put her hand on Alanna's knee. It melted just a bit of Alanna's fears. "I'll be there. And when I'm there, you'll be loved. All the time."
"That's just, it's not. I don't." Alanna sputtered.
"I know it sounds crazy but." The Queen sighed. "I know it will work. I know it!"
A silence fell between them. Neither one seemed to want to say what they were really feeling. So, Alanna did what she always did. She tried to turn these bad feelings around.
"Why don't I show you how being a courtesan can work?" Alanna proposed. The Queen furrowed her eyebrows.
"What do you mean?" She asked, skeptic. Alanna started to feel like this could work.
"You said you touched yourself while I was working, right?" And the Queen nodded.
"And you liked doing that?" Hesitantly, the Queen nodded again. "Here's what we'll do. I'll sleep with someone while you watch. Someone you pick. I'll seduce them, they'll sleep with me, and then we can decide what to do after that. If you want it to stop, you can just say it. I'll stop whatever I'm doing immediately." She proposed. And the Queen began to mull it over. There was nowhere to go now. All the cards were on the table.
"I. Hm. I just. Well, who would it be?" She thought. And of course, Alanna smiled her best seduce grin. And with all the seduction she could muster, tilted the Queen's head to look into her eyes.
"Let me fuck your husband again. The cock both you and I have both ridden. Only now, you've tasted me too." Alanna said. The Queen's eyes went wide.
"You're seriously asking me if I want to watch the woman I love fuck the man I'm bound to in the eyes of our Goddess?" The Queen said, her face betraying nothing. Alanna's heart skipped a beat. She nodded. Solemn.
"I love it." The Queen admitted, eyes practically glowing with an increasingly familiar sexual hunger. "But you picked that one. I'm going to pick another."
"Okay..." Alanna replied. "But who?"
"Another woman. It must be. Easier to seduce women. No! Wait. Not just any woman. Your student. I want you to fuck her, then I'll come in and fuck her too! If that works for me, then my husband will be next." The Queen bellowed. To celebrate her good idea, the Queen shoved her tongue into Alanna's mouth, and the two began to kiss. Lyra was a good girl, and she had some skill, but getting her into a bed would be tricky. As the Queen ran her fingers through the Courtesan's hair, Alanna's thoughts began to fade away.
The next morning, Alanna woke up before the Queen. Her heart skipped a beat. Of all the things the courtesan had been expecting to experience, the look on the slumbering monarch was not one of them. In her waking life, the Queen was serious, sexual, even a little sinister. But asleep? There was only a vulnerable person who dreamed like everyone else, who looked at peace. It was so beautiful, so personal, that Alanna couldn't help but smile and kiss the woman's forehead. It was just enough to wake the Queen up. And she groaned, playfully.
"Good morning Alanna." She muttered and rubbed sleep from her eyes. "Let's go take a bath." And now, the two of them smiled.
The Courtesan quarters was a small section of the much larger castle, but it did have a private bath. And as Alanna and the Queen disrobed, she thought about how many people would have lost their minds if they saw this. How many cocks would get hard knowing two gorgeous women were about to wash one another after a night of love making? How many women would die to know what the Queen's eyes looked like when she wanted you? Hundreds? Perhaps thousands?
It didn't matter. Her hips swayed as she walked up the few steps into the now steaming water. That movement had always reminded Alanna of a clock. Tick. They swayed left. Tock. And then back. All of this was, naturally, complimented by the fact that the Queen had a shapely and otherwise divine ass. She slipped beneath the water and turned to face Alanna.
"You look as pretty as a portrait." Alanna said, smiling from ear to ear. And the Queen let the shadow fall over her face, and now the Mistress was here.
With a single finger, her mistress beckoned her to come hither. Alanna obeyed.
The water was pumped up from a hot spring beneath the castle. She'd done some poking around there, but her questions stopped when she'd had steamy sex with her tour guide instead. But how it happened didn't matter. What mattered now was that when she stepped over the threshold, she gasped just a little. It hurt, it always did, but that pain receded, giving way to the pleasure of this place. Truth be told, it was her favorite place in the whole castle. Possibly the entire city.
"Sit down in front of me, then turn around and face the wall." Her mistress ordered. Alanna nodded, doing as she was asked. Her heart began to pound. She could feel her mistresses' breasts push up against her back just a little. It was a comforting, and more than a little arousing, sensation.
She gasped, just a little, as her mistress began to feel Alanna's body. First, it was her shoulders. Her mistress moved her fingers expertly, removing the stress that had been locked inside of her for some time now. But there was force in there, she was not gentle getting the knots out. From there, the hand slid down the sides of her arms. Then, they were on her chest.
That same force was applied as the Queen kneaded. Alanna gasped, then groaned. Just enough to let Alanna know who was in charge, but not so much that it genuinely hurt. For the first time, Alanna was truly grateful to be pleasured by a woman. None of the mauling, none of the biting, just constant, steady force. She lost herself in the pleasure of it as her mistress tugged and twisted her nipples, which grew hard.
"Ooohhh yes. Yes, that's something I need to hear louder. Moan for me." Her mistress demanded, then slid her hand down the stomach. Even in those few moments, the anticipation of being fingered again mounted. With a single finger, the Queen began to rub Alanna's clit.
"Mistress. Oh, mistress. Please touch me." She begged.
"Oh? Why don't you tell me what you are?" Her mistress hissed, and slammed her fingers even deeper into Alanna, who gasped. She grinded a bit, moving her hips in time with the thrusts.
"I'm your slut! I'm your eager little slut and I want you to finger my little pussy! Please mistress!" Alanna begged. And in that moment, it was the deepest truth she could confess.
"Now cum for me! Cum you little sexy bitch!" The Queen commanded. She pulled her fingers out and began to rub Alanna's clit. Between the sensation on her clit and the genuine lust she felt coursing through her, she came.
The orgasm ripped through her like an axe through wood. It sheered her in half as every inch of her felt every sensation it could. Pleasure came in like the tide, then pulsed. She twitched a few times as the sensation worked its way through her.
"Thank you. Oh my fuck, thank you Mistress." She panted.
"You may turn and face me." Her mistress allowed. And there she was. For the first time, Alanna saw how her mistress looked when something good happened. It was glorious. That hunger was replaced with pride, pure and simple. More than that, it was a satisfied kind of power. Like a job well done. No. A person well serviced.
"Alright, back to normal now." The Queen said. She held her arms open, and Alanna sidled up next to her. The two of them let the silence and the steam overtake the moment.
"You know this is my favorite room in the castle?" Alanna admitted. The Queen smiled and put her head on Alanna's shoulder.
"I like that. It's peaceful here. Plus, this water feels great on my joints." Another bit of silence. Comfortable and becoming increasingly familiar.
"Why do you not look at me. During?" Alanna asked. It was a surprise. But the question stood. A pattern had arisen.
"I uh. Well. I. Hm. Goodness." The Queen blinked a few times, flustered. "I don't think I could say those things or, um." She lowered her voice just a little. "Do those things." The Queen cleared her throat.
"Are you?" Alanna leaned out just a bit. "Are you embarrassed?" She giggled. The Queen attempted to remain dignified, but the blush in her cheeks was evident.
"I am not. I just, I spent a lot of time..." She waved the rest of the sentence away.
"Admiring me from afar?" Alanna teased. "Thinking about my curves, my smile. The way my mouth moves?" She let the last word have just a bit of sass behind it. And of course, she let her lips brush against the Queen's neck. The Queen shivered, then groaned a little.
"No! Well. I don't know. I did. I do. I am. You're a beautiful woman and I simply...enjoyed. A lot of you. And when I do things to you, I don't want to think of you as a beautiful woman."
