Author's Note: Here is the third chapter of Tales from the Soiled Dove. It is a continuation of Chapter 2, and I hope you all enjoy it. Work is progressing slowly on Elfish Descent, but it is progressing. I've got probably two and a half chapters done. I don't have as much time to write as I did with Rebellion, but I am making steady progress at least.
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Jeanette slipped the three crimson glass beads onto a small string tied around her wrist. Each time one of the girls performed a sex act they were rewarded with a glass bead, and the Duke of Crovoth said that they would be able to cash them in at the end of the night for a prize. She didn't really need a prize of course, but her innate competitiveness pushed her to wanting to win the best prize regardless.
She slipped into a side vestibule to quickly wash herself clean from her encounter with Willem and his friends. Some men might enjoy taking her when she was already covered in seed, but most preferred she not flaunt it in their face. As she was looking to rack up a large number of clients tonight, it was best to play it safe. Looking out to the courtyard, the party was in full swing. Nearby, Marian was lying across the lap of a corpulent merchant who swatted her bottom. The auburn haired beauty had been the top girl at the Soiled Dove before Jeanette came along. Marian tried to pretend that she was a more select, higher class whore in response, but she still didn't bring in as much money, and very few people thought she was worth an elevated price.
Across the courtyard, another was tied spread eagle atop a table, while a crowd of men ate off her body. Silly, she thought, she won't earn many beads that way. Jeanette looked around the area, trying to spot a new group that would want to immediately enjoy her charms. On the far side she saw a table with five men seated comfortably, but without any women nearby. Perfect!
"Ah what I wouldn't give to be a fly on the wall of the Princess' bedroom on her wedding night!" a booming voice declared just as she stepped out of the small alcove.
"Damn right, even beneath those frocks she wears you can tell she has a body made for fucking. More than once I've wanted to just reach out and grab those luscious breasts of hers!" Jeanette glanced to her right to see who had been lusting after her. Count Driscoll! The man was a dear friend of her father, and old enough to be her father! Dirty old reprobate! She was going to have trouble looking at him the same way the next time they met.
On her other side, Jeanette passed one of the whores doing a hand stand, while her legs were held apart and a carrot was thrust in and out between her legs. Another was in her mouth, and from the oily sheen covering it she could guess where it had been previously. She didn't have time to think about that now, though. Her quarry was in sight!
Before she could get there, a beefy hand reached out to grab her breast and pull her abruptly onto a gentleman's lap. "Now these right here are just like them, I tell you. A perfect copy!"
"Hah! Yeah right Albert. Tell us another one!" the man's companion said.
"It's true!" replied Albert. "I saw them up real close just last night. They're the Jeanette's tits exactly!"
Jeanette's heart leapt and she frantically looked at Albert's face, but she didn't recognize the man. She quickly tried to steady her breathing to keep the veil from blowing up too much and exposing her lower face. Who was this man and how did he know who she was? Albert continued to rub and fondle Jeanette's tits as he held her close. Despite her panic, Jeanette's body began to respond to the treatment, especially as he felt the man's cock harden beneath her.
"Yeah right, hey, maybe she's the princess here in disguise!" Albert's friend jested.
"Oh shut it, Justin! I'm telling you, the Princess and I are lovers! That's why she's so against this marriage to the Duke of Braden! She wanted to marry me, and was waiting for the right time to bring it to His Highness." Albert slipped his hand between Jeanette's legs, cupped her mound, and gently squeezed her slit as he rolled his hand.
Oh thank Goodness this man is just a fool and a braggart. I almost believed he had me at the Soiled Dove and knew who I was. As relief washed over her, a devilish smile formed on her lips beneath the veil. "It's true my lords, everything he said. I am the princess! I came here in disguise because I just couldn't stay away from my love and his big cock for a whole night!"
The table burst into laughter except for Albert, who scowled and pinched Jeanette's nipple. "Saucy wench!"
Jeanette moaned softly at the pinch and pressed her naked ass against his bulge in response. When he finally released the pressure and resumed stroking her tit and pussy, she took a moment to look around the table. Albert was a burly knight in his twenties and despite his bragging seemed to have a jovial face and demeanor.
Justin was more dour, and by his clothes and accents she guessed he was from Fullorm, close to the border with the Braden and Heste. Next to Justin was an older knight, who seemed vaguely familiar to her but she couldn't quite place him. The young man next to him though she had no trouble placing; Stefan Farris! He was a cupbearer for her father, and had been in the castle nearly all his life! They had grown up together, and now he was a squire to the King. How on earth was Stefan invited to a party like this?
"The Princess should be objecting to this marriage. It's an outrage that the King would even consider it; he must have lost his mind!" Justin said, raising her estimation of the man.
The older looking knight glared at Justin. "You shouldn't be questioning the King like that, he knows what he's doing. A foreign marriage is the only way. If Jeanette married into any of the Eight Duchies it would upset the balance of power in the Kingdom."
"That's still better than marrying a Hesten, Sir Jeremy, especially this one. Even in Fullorm we've heard about the enormities of Gilbert Ousten. He should not be allowed anywhere near the Princess."
Sir Jeremy! Another one of her father's old friends! Was everyone in the city a depraved lecher in secret? Jeanette was torn between shock at Stefan and Jeremy's proclivities, but soon became more interested in hearing about Gilbert. "What's wrong with the Duke of Braden?" Jeanette asked impertinently.
"None of your business gal. I think we can find better things to occupy that sweet mouth with, eh?" Grinned Albert as he slipped two fingers into her moistening snatch. When she gasped in pleasure, two other fingers pushed into her mouth.
Jeanette quivered and rocked her hips, rubbing the fingers against her inner walls as she stroked his cock back and forth with her ass. The Princess closed her lips around Albert's fingers and began to suckle them. She could feel the eyes of the others on her, especially young Stefan who was eyeing her tits with unbridled lust.
"I probably know the Princess better than anyone here, and that includes you Albert. There's no way she would give herself away before marriage, especially to the likes of you." Stefan's surety made her both grateful for his defense and shamed for how far off from the truth he was.
