Sir Jeffrey Trailson, Knight of the Land, woke up in Lady Brenwick's bedchamber. The beautiful noble was running her hand across his chest and he grinned at her as the first rays of dawn shone through the window.
"Good morning," he smiled.
"I'm sorry to wake you so early," the Duchess responded. "But the Tribe of the Blue Sword will be arriving soon, from what you said." She smirked, her voice suddenly low and sexy. "I wanted to make sure we had a little more time together before they did."
Jeffrey's eyes opened wide as she threw back the covers and revealed her body. She had put her silk negligee back on before sleeping but it hugged her figure tightly and did not leave anything to the imagination. Yet it was not her own body she was interested in and she quickly sat up to kiss Jeffrey and guide him flat onto the bed again.
Then she kissed lower down his body until she was crouched by his waist, straddling his right leg. Her blue eyes stared into his as she took his cock into her mouth. Jeffrey groaned at the feeling of the Duchess kissing his length and enjoyed the way her tongue played with his tip. Her hand wasn't still either as it pumped on his member, making sure that the places her mouth couldn't reach were still properly stimulated. Soon his cock was wet with her saliva and her eyes sparkled up at him as she delivered a superbly skillful blowjob.
Just then there was a knock at the door and Catherine pulled her head from his member to answer. "Yes?" she said, brushing a loose strand of blonde hair back over her ear with her free hand. Her free hand, because the other continued to pump on Jeffrey's length.
"I'm sorry to disturb you, my lady, but the Tribe of the Blue Sword are at the city gates. They are waiting for permission to enter," said a voice from the other side of the thick wood.
Lady Brenwick nodded. "Very well. Show them to the castle."
"As you wish, my lady."
Jeffrey groaned unhappily. He was enjoying this blowjob a huge amount and it was a tremendous disappointment to have to stop it halfway through. Catherine looked back at him then and smirked.
"Do not be so sad, Jeffrey. We are not done yet - we just need to hurry things along a bit."
With that she reached for her negligee, grasping it and tugging it over her head in one smooth movement. Her glorious naked body was revealed and Jeffrey groaned at the sight. Then she climbed up his body until she was straddling his waist, before lining him up with her entrance. Sinking down onto his cock, she moaned. Jeffrey repeated the noise as her tight cunt drew him in every inch of the way.
She was soon moving on his member, her hips rising and falling. Her blue eyes glowed with the satisfaction of having him inside her and Jeffrey reached up to grab her giant breasts, which hung down invitingly. They felt wonderful in his hands, almost as wonderful as the feeling of her hot pussy sliding over his magic cock.
Knowing that time was short it did not take the Duchess long to be bouncing more wildly on his shaft. The orcs could arrive at any moment, yet Catherine was willing to delay things in order to have Jeffrey fuck her. She was clearly very horny, and that knowledge brought him hurtling towards climax.
"I'm going to come, Catherine," he groaned, and she grinned.
"Yes! Me too! Yes!"
She slowed then, her body starting to shake as her cunt clamped down on his shaft. He knew she was coming, especially from the rapturous scream torn from her lungs moments later. His seed erupted from his magic cock at the same time, spraying powerfully into her depths, and they came together.
Afterwards, the Duchess climbed off him with a breathless grin, and with a smirk slid from the bed. Jeffrey watched as she hurriedly pulled on a fresh dress from her wardrobe and redid her hair. Soon she was ready and Jeffrey enjoyed how stunning she looked.
Turning back to him, she let her eyes linger on his naked body and smiled. "You are welcome to stay for the ceremony, Jeffrey, as reward for your honourable service. For both returning the sceptre and then... giving it to me."
"It was my pleasure, Lady Brenwick," he said with a seated bow.
She winked. "And mine." Then she slipped from the room, heading downstairs to greet the orcs.
Jeffrey lay there a moment before climbing from the bed himself. Washing his face in the bowl of water at the foot of the bed, he put his clothes back on and left the room. The castle was a hive of activity now that the orcs were here and Jeffrey slowly made his way to the main hall. Catherine had invited him to the ceremony, after all.
It was lined on both sides by throngs of people, most from the town itself, with soldiers stood at the very front forming a wide aisle. At one end were large wooden doors and at the other sat the Duchess on a raised plinth with her advisors at her sides.
A horn blew then, silence descending upon the masses. Moments later, the heavy wooden doors swung open and a group of thirty or forty figures entered on foot. The main hall was large enough that Jeffrey could not make out faces from this distance but they were clearly orcs nonetheless. Their green skin was obvious, and their style of dress whilst still attractive was very different to that of this court.
The men wore their loose shirts open to reveal their hard chests and their pants tucked into tall boots that almost reached their knees. Whilst Jeffrey would look odd wearing such clothes, it sorted the orcs perfectly. The women were dressed just as exotically. Their garb consisted of a long skirt that fell to the ankles of its wearer but the top half did not cover as much, revealing a generous amount of cleavage and also leaving the midriff exposed completely.
The orcs came closer and Jeffrey then noticed the man and woman at the head of the group. Both had greying hair and weathered faces. He knew that orcs aged at a similar rate to humans and so this couple were probably in their early sixties. The man clutched the sceptre that he had returned to Vrika and Jeffrey guessed that the orc was the Tribe Chieftain and the woman was his wife.
Behind them walked a younger pair of orcs. One was a very handsome man in his mid-thirties, Jeffrey would guess, with broad shoulders and a pretty, if strong, face. The other was a woman and as she scanned the crowd Jeffrey's eyes opened wide.
Vrika!
She did not see him and Jeffrey was shocked to see her at the head of the procession. Then again she had returned the orcs' sceptre to the tribe so he could understand if she were given an honourable role in proceedings as a reward.
"The chief's son is so hot!" Jeffrey heard a woman's voice giggle to his right and he glanced over to see a young noble couple watching on.
The man grinned at his female companion. "His daughter's even better looking," he chuckled.
Jeffrey leaned over. "His daughter?"
The man glanced over at Jeffrey and smiled. "Yes, the young woman behind him. She comes every year, and I swear each time she's hotter than the last."
Jeffrey was shocked. The man could only be referring to Vrika - she was the Chieftain's daughter! He did not have long to take in that knowledge however before the group reached the plinth and the Duchess stood up.
"Welcome to my castle, Chieftain," she said clearly, holding her sceptre. "Your people walk amongst friends here."
The lead orc bowed, the rest following suit. "I am honoured by your greeting, Duchess." Then he stood straight and lifted the sceptre. "We are here to reaffirm our friendship and the solidarity between us."
Jeffrey watched as the man walked halfway up the plinth and stopped, holding the sceptre above his head. "On behalf of the Tribe of the Blue Sword, I swear allegiance and trade with your people."
An excited murmur ran through the crowd as Lady Brenwick stepped down towards the orc, meeting him at the halfway point. She raised her own sceptre.
"On behalf of the people of this province, I pledge our friendship and trade to the Tribe of the Blue Sword."
Then the sceptres touched, and the crowd erupted in cheers. Jeffrey grinned at the successful conclusion of matters. Glancing over at the Duchess, he saw her and the Tribe Chieftain bow at one another ornately before she beckoned them through the rear doors deeper into the castle. Soon the orcs had all passed through.
Not long after he was invited through those doors too along with the rest of the nobles and a good number of commoners. It did not surprise him to learn that Catherine had made sure all walks of life were represented - she seemed a very fair ruler.
After a few hours idle conversation the feasting truly began and by early evening the festivities were in full flow. Jeffrey was having a wonderful time meeting new people and sampling the food and wine, and he was engaged in conversation with two young men who aspired to be knights when he felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned and almost gasped.
