Landica, Book I, Croft
Chapter II, Sneaking About
"Too drunk to find your own bed last night?" Katrina looked at herself in the mirror whilst applying her make-up.
Fabresio grabbed his head, feigning a headache. "I must have been, quite an evening."
"What a surprise." The sarcasm in her voice was strong and deliberate. "I've just received word from my father, he'll be returning to the city in a fortnight. He's bought a tavern for the evening, wishes for all his children to be there." She finally turned to look at Fabresio, "no reason for you to come. He doesn't much care for you."
Fabresio ignored the remark. His mind was busy thinking of Maria, the two of them could enjoy a romantic evening while Katrina was gone.
Eleven days till Katrina leaves... Noon.
Fabresio had worked in his greenhouse since dawn. His tunic and trousers stuck to him with sweat. His hands caked with mud. He washed his hands in a pot of water, just inside the castle. A strong desire for a cold bath crossed his mind. He made his way through the castle, up the stairs and to his bedchamber. As he opened the door he heard the sound of water. He closed the door quietly behind him and walked to the entrance of the bath room. The floor and walls were built of white marble, in the center a large bath was built into the floor. Two foot high marble walls lined the outside while the floor of the bath sat a foot below the rest of the floor. Rose pedals floated atop the water.
Within the tub sat Katrina. Maria stood within the tub washing Katrina's hair. Maria wore a long white, thin dress, without embroidery or color of any kind. Though Katrina's back was to Fabresio, Maria saw him standing in the entrance. She smiled at him, and he smiled back.
After Katrina's hair was rinsed, Maria began scrubbing her body. As she started on the legs she bent over. Just enough that a small portion of her breasts entered the water.
Katrina stood from the tub and grabbed a towel, drying herself as she walked into the bedroom. She paid no mind to her husband, sitting on their bed, as she dressed and left the room. Once gone Fabresio stood and returned to the entrance of the bathroom. Maria was cleaning around the bath when she noticed him. She stood and looked at him, her wet dress clung to her body, her pink nipples evident through the now sheer material. Fabresio quickly closed the gap between them. Their lips met, their hands explored each other's bodies. Fabresio slowly pushed her till her back was up against the wall. With both hands he gripped her dress, just below her neck, and tore. The fabric ripped from the neckline to her belly button. He slid his hands over her slick, plump, flesh, twisting at her nipples and grabbing her belly. He pulled the bottom of her dress up until he could feel her pussy. She moved her right leg and set her foot on the wall around tub. He pulled away from their kiss and began to nibble at her neck and ear. He massaged her clit with his fingers while finding her breasts with the other hand. Though he had just sank his fingers in, he could feel her juices flowing.
"Stick them inside me."
Fabresio crouched slightly, taking one of Maria's erect nipples into his mouth. He slid his fingers over her pussy lips, wet from front to back. He pushed his fingers into her, in and out, and massaging now and then. She held one hand over her mouth so her moans could now be heard, the held tightly to Fabresio's hair.
Then, without removing his fingers, he crouched down to his knees. He licked and sucked on her clit while his fingers massaged. Maria again grabbed his head, she moved her hips, pressing her pussy into Fabresio's face. She grabbed at her breasts, pinched her nipples and ground her pussy harder.
Fabresio felt the walls of her pussy contract. He pressed his fingers as deep as they could go and wiggled them. He licked as fast and hard as his tongue would allow. Maria's body stopped grinding, both hands held over her mouth. Fabresio felt the walls of her pussy cum around his fingers, her entire body shuttered several times. Maria dropped her hands from her mouth, letting out a loud sigh. Febresio backed away and stood before her. She took a wobbly step towards the tub and dropped to her knees, allowing her head and arms to rest on the marble wall.
Fabresio knelt behind her, pulling her dress up over her ass with one hand and untying his trousers with the other.
"Fabresio, isn't this risky? Katrina could return at any moment."
"I'll be quick, I must have you." He slid his cock head along her wet pussy lips. "Are you ready?"
"Yes my love, take me!"
He slid deep inside of her, as his balls pressed against her clit they both moaned. He began a steady rhythm, both his hands gripping her hips tightly.
"Katrina leaves in eleven days." His pace quickened, thrusting harder, he watched as her hips and ass bounced. "I was thinking," he felt his orgasm begin to build, "you and I could have a romantic evening."
"That sounds," she felt his cock grow larger and harder within her, "amazing!"
He pulled his cock from her pussy and began to stroke. Jets of white cum painted her ass and back.
"I was hoping you would like the idea. Perhaps we could have dinner, and another evening in your bed?"
Fabresio stood, Maria turned and took his softening cock into her mouth. She slurped her juices and his cum off of him. His cock left her mouth with a pop, she smiled wide.
"Get out of here, I'll clean up." Fabresio tucked his cock back into his trousers and kissed Maria. "I was planning on bathing anyway."
Seven days till Katrina leaves... Late Evening.
"Goodnight dear, I'm headed to the library, I feel I need a good read."
Fabresio grabbed a candle that burnt on his bedside table. He walked through the long corridors of the fortress, right past the door to the library. He reached Maria's door. He looked both directions, but everyone in the castle slept. After walking into her room he realized that she was not inside. Confused, he walked to the main floor, from the staircase he could see candlelight coming from the great hall. A single light burnt upon the table, but the room was void of Maria. From behind the kitchen door he heard the clatter of dishes.
The kitchen was lit by both torches and candles, at a large bucket of water sat Maria. She wore her traditional servant's garb. A full black dress with a white apron. In her bent over position her breasts were pushed upward causing her cleavage to look even more appealing. The dress clung tightly to her belly and her hips.
"What are you doing working at this hour?"
Maria jumped, startled. When she saw that it was Fabresio she smiled.
"I was just washing the dishes, they needed to be done. I've been here for some time, where does the sun set in the sky?"
Fabresio walked towards Maria as he talked, "the sun is no longer in the sky. It would appear as if you and I are the only two awake."
He stood behind her, placing his hands on her shoulders as she sat up straight. He pulled the strap of the apron up over her head and dropped it. He began to massage her shoulders, slowly moving the dress off of them. As he felt her soft, warm skin he peered down into her cleavage, feeling his cock begin to grow. Her soft moans filled his ears as he moved his hands. One hand to the back of her neck, massaging, the other began to untie the strings on the back of her dress.
After the strings were untied, Fabresio moved the dress off of her shoulders and down her arms. Her back, breasts and the top of her belly now exposed. She turned on the stool, now facing Fabresio, her heavy breasts resting atop her belly. Her hands began to untie his trousers as she looked up at him. Their eyes met, love and lust burning bright. Eyes locked, she untied his trousers, pulling his stiff cock from it's confines. Fabresio's head rolled back as his member entered the velvety slickness of Maria's mouth. His moans and groans drove Maria faster, slurping and sucking the entire length of his cock. Maria grabbed Fabresio's hands and placed them on the back of her head. She moved her head backwards and opened her mouth wide. The head of Fabresio's cock rested on her tongue.
Their eyes met once again, Fabresio held her gaze as he slowly pushed forward, his cock hitting the back of her throat. He held it for a moment then pulled out, only to quickly go back in. After only a few more thrusts, Fabresio had established a fast but gentle rhythm. As his cock slid atop her tongue and into her throat, spit began to drip from her bottom lip. It dropped onto her chest, ran between her breasts and onto her belly.
Seeing the spit Fabresio crouched down, placing his wet member on her chest, his balls resting on her belly. Maria placed her hands on the sides of each breast and pushed them together, snugly holding him in place. Fabresio placed his hands on her shoulders and began to move his hips. His cock disappeared as he pulled back, and broke through her cleavage as he pushed forward. Their eyes met as Fabresio moved one hand to the back of her neck, for support, and with the other he lightly pinched and twisted her left nipple.
Maria felt his cock stiffen. She moved both hands from her breasts to his slick shaft and began to stroke. She moved her lips to the head, but before opening her mouth for him, she looked up and spoke.
"Are you going to cum for me Fabresio? We can't make a mess here, you'll have to cum in my mouth. Do you want to cum in my mouth? Want me to suck out every last drop?"
Her filthy words drove him over the edge. Before Maria could place her mouth on his cock, a single stream shot from it. Landing on her right breast. Maria clasped her lips around the head, sucking with her lips and twirling her tongue. With her hands she pumped jet after her of his warm cum into her mouth. The sound of her hands stroking his wet cock and his moans filled the kitchen. As his climax ended she removed her hands, taking his cock fully into her mouth. She stroked him with her tongue and lips, forcing every last drop into her mouth.
Fabresio, weak in the knees stumbled and propped himself up a nearby counter. He stood, trousers at his ankles, cock softening, staring at Maria. She ran a finger along her breast, picking up the stray blast of cum, and placed it in her mouth.
"By the gods, that was unbelievable. Allow me to repay you."
Maria stood and pulled her dress into place. She walked to Fabresio and turned her back to him.
"You can repay me when your wife is gone. For now, just tie my dress."
Two days till Katrina leaves... Just before dusk.
"Maria, fetch me some more wine. Something tasteful this time. A southern red perhaps." Katrina did not take her eyes from her dinner as she spoke to the servant.
Maria did as she was bid, entering the kitchen and walking to the cellar.
Fabresio looked at his wife, sitting across the table from him. He despised the woman more and more each day. He wished that she would not return from her trip. He wished for himself and Maria to be wed. But how? It is unheard of for a lord and lady to leave one another. He thought of Maria, her black dress with red accents. He thought of the low neckline that displayed her pale white breasts so beautifully. He thought of the way the dress hugged her curves. He thought of what his life would be like were Maria his wife. He also thought of the bulge that was growing in his trousers.
"I'm going to run and grab a bottle of mead I've been saving."
"Just have a servant get it."
"Well, I would, but I've hidden it deep within the cellar so it wouldn't be given away at a party."
