Thank you once again to the lovely Emma Kendrick for her thoughts on the chapter!
Lucien ate ravenously, quite hungry after another night of debauchery. His asshole was sore, after all the thick cocks he had taken, and before the necessary application of elder salve. The chair was already cushioned, but as usual, the handmaiden had taken a pillow from the couch and placed it on the seat.
I'm not even married to the princess yet, and her handmaiden is taking care of me.
At the thought of their approaching matrimony, he glanced across the table.
A dark look was settled on the princess' face. She ate slowly and miserably.
I haven't been here that long and I don't really want to leave. I can't imagine how she must feel.
"Eat up," the handmaiden urged her, bustling about behind them. "We need to get you into a bath soon."
The princess only grumbled in response.
"Wouldn't want you reeking of sweat and cum when your parents get here."
"Not like they'd be able to smell it," came actual words this time.
"Well, I can smell you from across the room," the handmaiden shot back.
Another wordless grumble followed.
Lucien finished his plate and nodded gratefully when the handmaiden collected it.
"Come on," the handmaiden urged her again. "Eat a little bit more."
The princess fixed that dark look squarely on the handmaiden.
"I'm not hungry," she spat out.
Lucien glanced at the handmaiden, who stared back at the princess, bemused and resigned.
"What's wrong?" she asked, adopting a slight teasing tone to her voice. "Dreading your parents' arrival?"
"You know I am."
"You'd rather be taking cock?"
"You know I would."
A sly smile spread on the handmaiden's face.
"Rather be bent over this table with an orc rutting you?"
The dark look gave way to desire.
"Yes," the princess murmured, a flush rising on her cheeks.
The handmaiden slipped over next to her, and took her by the chin, tilting her head up.
"I'll make you a deal."
Interest swirled with the desire.
"If you eat your food, and stop whinging, I'll bring a few guards in to fuck you before your bath. Maybe I'll even let them stay while I'm bathing you. How does that sound?"
The dark look disappeared completely. The princess nodded.
"Will you be a good girl then?"
The princess nodded again, and quickly speared a chunk of potato with her fork.
"See that?" the handmaiden said to Lucien as she began to bustle about again. "Something to remember when you're married. Promise cock and she'll melt."
The princess blushed mid-chew but did not argue.
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Gwennalyn glanced ahead, to her parents, who were walking beside King Victorin. Her father was deep in conversation with his orcish counterpart, while her mother, arm-in-arm with her father, glanced around, taking in the various buildings surrounding them.
Neither of her sisters had made the trip. Avalyn was back in Crownhold, taking care of her son, recently fallen slightly ill, while Dawn was abed, due to deliver any day now, not even able to make the first part of the trip from her home in Northseat to Crownhold.
Gwennalyn glanced back to where Brand and Brash trudged along at the back of the group, slowing her pace. The various members of the party accompanying her father passed her by, letting her eventually match the brothers' stride.
"Welcome back to Coronhar, good sirs," she greeted them. "I'm sure you're both quite happy to be home."
"Anything beats the stench of Crownhold," Brand said with a curled lip.
"And all that ceaseless chatter," Brash added.
"Ah yes, I know the ceaseless chatter very well," she replied sagely.
Brand narrowed his eyes.
"Of course you do," Brash grunted.
"You brought the ceaseless chatter here."
"It's hard to chatter when I'm choking on cock."
The brothers growled dismissively.
She let a smirk appear.
"Will the good sirs be helping me avoid ceaseless chatter? I can make room for princes in my schedule."
More dismissive growls followed.
A slight excitement bubbled up inside her. Although her last encounter with the princes had ended with them spurning her, she was still eager to tease them, to see if they might respond with the sort of treatment that always made her cunt gush.
The party made their way up to the castle, her mother occasionally complaining very passive-aggressively about the lack of a carriage, her father and King Victorin ignoring those complaints to focus on their conversation. The princess spent the rest of the trek in one-sided conversation, receiving more dismissive growls as answers.
"Shall we settle in?" her father asked her mother once the party reached the main courtyard.
"Oh yes," her mother replied. "I'm afraid I must rest my feet for a little spell."
"Will you be joining us for supper?" King Victorin asked them.
"We'd be delighted," her father said, smiling gratefully, her mother adding her own smile.
"Do you have any afternoon plans?" her mother asked her next. "It has been so long since we had tea together."
"I'm all yours for the afternoon," she said brightly.
"Wonderful! Allow me some time to settle in, and then we'll catch up."
"I shall be there with bells on."
The party dispersed, and as Gwennalyn glanced around, she noticed that Brand and Brash had slunk away. She shrugged, setting off towards the guards' lounge.
I can fit in a few of them before it's time for tea.
The brothers were waiting down the next corridor she took. She fought back a smirk, steadily approaching them.
"I suppose all that conversation on the way here was to tease and annoy us?" Brash asked. "To see what we might do?"
"Just ceaseless chatter," she said smoothly, stopping in front of them. "I know you secretly miss it."
Brand lunged at her, his hand closing around her neck, shoving her against the wall. Her back smacked against the stone. A quick pain sparked up, a surge of neediness accompanying it.
"Pathetic whore," he spat, his formidable physique looming over her.
She moaned, her thighs rubbing together shamelessly.
"Do you want us to abuse you?" Brash asked, stepping up next to her, another formidable physique hemming her in. "To put our hands on your meager body?"
She managed to nod, her eyes fluttering from the way those fingers fit just right around her neck.
Sadly, Brand removed his fingers, and stepped back.
Brash slapped her, the strike burning her cheek, drawing out another moan.
Those fingers returned to her neck, digging into her skin. She squirmed against the wall, hands splayed over the cool stone.
"This is just sad," Brand snarled. "I thought you didn't need us anymore, what with all the whoring for the guards."
"I...want...more...please..." she croaked, struggling to force the words out.
"Go to the stables then. Or the docks. You have plenty of options besides bothering us."
"Wait, brother," Brash spoke up. "Perhaps they can't make her feel quite like we can."
The fingers let up, and she sucked down a much-needed breath.
"True. And we did give her that first taste of orc cock. That's not easy for a slut like her to forget."
She blushed, her cunt clutching at the commentary, her arousal surging.
Brash laughed darkly.
"The bitch is getting wet."
"I'm surprised she's not just eternally wet around us," Brand mused.
