"Belinda?"
I turned to see a familiar face framed by long golden hair. For ten years she had been my most regular and affectionate lover, and my heart sang at the sight of her. "Lady Elizabeth! How wonderful to see you again."
My confidence waned, however, as her surprise turned to anger. "You abandoned me!"
"For none less than the Queen, my Lady."
"I hope she uses you the way you deserve, you unfeeling wretch!"
Lady Elizabeth's passion always excited me. Nearly twenty years my elder, yet she was lithe and beautiful, and I had loved her too long to feel nothing. "I've missed you too, my Lady."
She scowled at me. "I didn't say that."
"No? I must have dreamed it." I moved closer and dared to kiss her, which she allowed briefly before turning her face away. "I dream of you every night, Lady Elizabeth." I kissed her cheek tenderly. "How cruel the Queen is to keep me from you." I kissed her neck, and felt her tremble. "I would get down on my knees and devour your sweet treasure," I whispered, my hands pulling her waist against mine, "but the alcoves here offer little seclusion."
She whimpered in my arms. "Did you truly miss me," she whispered back, "or are these the contemptible words of a vile seductress?"
"I would never lie to you, my Lady, though I wish I could lie with you..." Another kiss. "And on you..." And another. "And under you..."
She pushed me away with a laugh. "I have," she said. "Missed you, that is."
"If you want me, my Lady," I said, "all you have to do is ask."
"I want you."
"The Queen, my Lady. You must ask the Queen."
"No!" she hissed, her eyes flashing with a sudden fury that passed swiftly. "No." She glanced around fearfully. "Please, Belinda. Come to my room tonight. At midnight."
"If it is at all possible, my Lady," I said, "I will."
*
For a year I had worked as a Servant of the Court, making beds, sweeping floors, washing windows and polishing the silverware, as well as fixing the electrics from time to time. After that first wonderful day, I hadn't seen much of the Queen, and had been confined to the Royal Court. I would have liked to continue seeing Lady Elizabeth and my other regulars, but couldn't.
Free of the chastity belt I had worn for a decade, I was still frustrated. Though the Queen's cunt had permission to use any of the Queen's cocks, I was not permitted to touch it myself. And my ass had to be content with the tail that plugged it. My corset was sensitive enough to allow my breasts to be kissed and my nipples teased, but I missed having them sucked by hungry lips and bitten by possessive teeth.
I missed the evenings I spent with Lady Elizabeth, licking cum from her breasts and thighs, gorging on her well used aristocratic pussy. Meeting her again fuelled the fire within me.
Spotting Simon nearby, carrying a tray of dirty teacups back towards the kitchen, I hurried to intercept. "I need the Queen's cock," I growled in his ear, catching him in my arms from behind. "Now." I let my hands drift up across his silk shirt, guessing at where his nipples must be. I loved how the corsets made men's nipples so incredibly sensitive. It made them so easy to seduce. I didn't need to feel below to know he was hard. I kissed his neck. "Please..."
"Fine," he said, clearly irritated, and placed the tray on a table. I backed up against the wall, lifting my skirt up in preparation, showing him just how wet the Queen's cunt was. Simon tugged his skirt up, showing me his stocking-clad legs and high-heeled leather boots, the black horse's tail that drooped and twitched between them, and a wonderfully long, thick cock that was every bit as hard and eager as I wanted.
"Yes," I said. "Fuck me with that royal sceptre."
"Please don't do that," he said, biting back a laugh. "It's a cock, not a ceremonial stick."
"As long as it doesn't stand on ceremony," I said. "Now stop talking and fuck me with it."
I wrapped my legs about his waist as Queen's cock and Queen's cunt engaged in their ancient battle. "Not even the Castle would survive such a battering from your mighty ram, sir," I said, loving the pounding of his hips against my thighs, painful though it was. The Queen's cock was stretching me wonderfully with each invasive thrust.
"Stop trying to make me laugh," he said. Adjusting his grip on me, he thrust deeper than before, so that he nudged against my cervix.
"Careful, sir, or you will breach my inner walls!"
With a cry of frustration, he forced one hand over my mouth to keep me quiet, and hammered the Queen's cock into me with determination. I loved the casual brutality of it. Perhaps I had grown too accustomed to being used this way as a Rose Girl. I caught sight of Mariella watching us from a short distance away, but she seemed content to watch.
Simon groaned as he stiffened within me, and his pulsing cock filled me with his cum.
"Alas, sir," I said when he released my mouth, "you came but did not conquer."
I may not have climaxed, but I was not unsatisfied. I let my skirt fall, and as I walked over to speak with Mariella, I could feel the cum escaping to coat my thighs with slippery, sticky wetness. "How do I escape this place?" I asked her.
*
At midnight exactly, I slipped in through the not-so-secret door to find Lady Elizabeth waiting for me. "You came!" she cried softly, her hand reaching out to me.
"Sadly, no," I said, "but someone surely has." I scooped up some of the evidence and sucked it from my fingers. "My Lady has excellent taste in lovers. How many tonight?"
"Three, and they took me all together. How any woman could satisfy herself with a single, solitary cock, I'll never know."
"To have cocks at either end is a rare pleasure, my Lady." I bent to kiss her. "I'm quite envious."
"I thought of you the whole time," she whispered, "your sweet lips kissing every inch of me, your tongue licking me clean, inside and out."
"I would they were still here, to shower you again with their affection. This paltry measure will scarce whet my appetite."
