So nice of House Vishra to share Cadwarra around. She likes it.
For the second time in three days, Messenger Baltazar knocked on the door of Lady Cadwarra’s apartment. It was definitely one of those magic doors, but it still obstinately refused to open for him. He waited for someone to come answer his knock.
He was hoping to catch Lady Cadwarra alone again with her big jiggly tits. He was going to pretend to have accidentally left his embroidered silk hanky behind and had she noticed it? This time he had brought her an expensive gift. Surely she would appreciate Baltazar’s generosity and open her legs for him.
It turned out only Samandra was home. “You left no snot rag behind” she assured the lecher.
Disappointed , Baltazar decided to switch to plan B. “A client a little short of coin but with connections down in the room under Irontoes East gave me a small bottle of Bakhoor” he told Samandra as he pulled Cadwarra’s gift out for her. “I thought of you” he fibbed “I thought you would like this.”
Samandra had heard of Bakhoor but had never been to the Desert of Ro and had never seen such precious perfumed oils. “Don’t ask where my client got it and I won’t have to lie” Baltazar told her.
Samandra opened the bottle, curious to smell the fragrance. She suspected the Bakhoor was a fee for a fuck but she did not mind.
She jumped on Baltazar, pushing him onto the big dinner table. She frantically lifted the skirts of her uniform and inserted his prick into her. He rolled her over onto her back and banged away, not regretting he had ended up giving the Bakhoor to Samandra instead of Cadwarra.
He paused in his enthusiastic humping in order to slather some of the oil on Samandra’s chest. Her unusual breasts rolled and yielded under his oiled hands. The big areolas of her nipples monopolized his gaze. The scent excited him. He pulled out of Samandra’s quim and laid his cock between her breasts. It glided smoothly between her oiled mamms until it spewed cum. She had her mouth open in anticipation. She liked the taste of Wood Elf cum. It tasted sweet. It was her favourite flavour of cum.
Baltazar was soon hard again. He inserted himself back in. He fucked for a good long time. With how good her pussy felt gripping his cock, he did not resent the Bakhoor he had gifted her. He came twice more inside her while he watched her climax repeatedly. Despite the interruption of Baltazar’s visit, Samandra had her chores done before Lady Cadwarra returned.
Lord Vishra dropped by later that night. By then, Samandra’s uniform was all perfectly restarched and straightened up. There was no hint of Baltazar’s earlier call except for the oil shining on her tits. The Bakhoor still smelled wonderful.
She took the Marshall’s outerwear to hang up. “I love your new cloak, Lord Vishra.”
“Thank you, Samandra” he replied pleasantly. “All the servants’new cloaks have been delivered to the Mansion. The Housekeeper has been complaining that you have not been over to pick up yours. I’m sure Lady Cadwarra can find a good time when you can get over to the Mansion and fetch it?”
As he finished speaking, he inhaled another waft of Samandra’s perfume. She smelled very lovely. He was finding her very attractive. He pulled her close. She pressed into him. He reached up and felt her right tit then ran his hand down her ribs and all over her firm ass. She was a nice piece.
Vishra kissed Samandra on the lips. He casually unbuttoned the top two buttons of her dress to reveal her cleavage. He still admonished her. “We need all maids dressed properly, Samandra, in newest livery. We can’t risk some upstart House starting rumours we can’t afford to cloth our favourite servants.”
Vishra lifted his hand to squeeze her left tit affectionately through her blouse. He undid the last few buttons. Samandra’s unusual breasts jutted out as if carved from ivory. Semi-erect nipples sat centered on pink areolas nearly the size of bar coasters. He tweaked one hardening nipple. “Yes, you’ll need that new cloak, Samandra. No sense walking around in the fall chill with your cold nipples showing through your uniform.”
Under Vishra’s fondling, Samandra’s nipples rose to their ultimate height. They stood up like miniature columns as she answered. “I’ll be able to collect the cloak tomorrow, Lord, when Lady Cadwarra is absent and will not require me.”
Samandra began to rebutton her top, indicating that now was not the time for the Marshall to waste his attentions on a mere maid. She left the top two buttons undone, though, so Vishra could still admire the swell of her breasts and enjoy the scent of Bakhoor. She was what she was. “The Viscountess is waiting for you” she explained, nonetheless. “I’ll bring you to her room.”
Samandra made to step toward Cadwarra’s closed bedroom door but Marshall Vishra gently stayed her a moment by catching her elbow. She assumed he still wanted her as an appetizer before he enjoyed his main course in Cadwarra’s bed. For a moment he indeed considered it. Instead, Vishra enquired if his daughter was home.
Samandra was not totally honest. “She has gone to meet Countess Marshford to iron out a few details about her proposed Mistress Contract, Lord.”
Even Amber would not be so presumptuous as to amend an ironclad contract laboured on so studiously by the Vishra lawyers. Not fooled, Lord Vishra pulled a gold coin from his coinpurse. “Perhaps I neglected to pay you your monthly informant fee, Samandra...” He dropped the coin into Samandra’s clearly showing cleavage. The gold coin sat there between Samandra’s breasts, half showing, gleaming as beautifully as the glistening Bakhoor oil slathered on her boobtops.“I was expecting more honesty than that obvious lie...”
Samandra knew she had to be honest. “I doubt Countess Marshford is even at home” she admitted. “Earl Marshford is most likely bedding Lady Amber as we speak, even if the Mistress Contract has not yet been signed.”
“Thank you, Samandra.” Being a male, Vishra could not resist glancing back down at Samandra’s cleavage. The bulging of her breasts was lovely, she smelled too good. He squeezed her left breast once more, liking the feel of the boob despite his annoyance to hear Amber was acting so irresponsibly. “How often has Lord Marshford availed himself of my daughter in this manner?”
“In truth, Lord, they are in bed as often as Lady Amber can get the Earl to visit and as often as the Old Bastard can get his dick hard.” Mindful of the Marshall’s mild but clear rebuke about keeping facts from him, Samandra then added “I told Lady Amber I knew a fellow that sells ‘All Night Long’ charms to help the old Earl increase his performance, but the charm maker seems to have gone into hiding. Lord Marshford is therefore left to rely on whatever natural reactions his six inches may choose to exhibit from time to time. To your daughter’s frustration those natural reactions often fail him.”
“All right, all right, Samandra, that’ll do. I don’t need to know too much about my daughter’s sex life nor her Lord’s erectile dysfunction.” As he spoke, he again caught sight of the gold coin cradled in Samandra’s bosom. He bounced both of her oiled breasts and the coin slipped out of sight as if accepting full payment for the information reluctantly surrendered. “Take me to Lady Cadwarra’s room.”
He enjoyed the sight of Samandra’s butt as she walked ahead of him. She had a nice swing of her hips. He briefly considered if Cadwarra would consent to a threesome but there was business with Cadwarra to talk about while they coupled. Samandra, of course, could certainly not be privy to diplomatic confidentialities.
In answer to Samandra’s polite knock, Cadwarra pretended not to know Lord Vishra had arrived for a screw. She had expected him on previous evenings. When he did not come by she feared he did not like her drawing. She was a little hurt and did not wish to reward him for his belated visit by hurrying too quickly to the door.
Though the conversation in the foyer had been kept low, Cadwarra’s Wood Elf ears had heard everything Vishra and Samandra had said. She was not surprised to have learned Samandra was in Marshall Vishra’s pay. Amber had already warned Cadwarra that Samandra may be an informant. “Kivan is in Mama’s employ, and Papa’s ugly Clerk always makes sure to have the neighbours eaves drop. That means we should logically assume Samandra works for Papa. Don’t worry, I’ll pay her a little extra to not tell Papa everything.”
Cadwarra had heard Samandra indeed try to not tell Lord Vishra everything. It was only when he had pressed her and then re-bribed her that she was obliged to spill the beans about Amber and the Old Earl.
She gave it no more thought. She was delighted Lord Vishra had finally visited. She had enjoyed the feel of Lord Faron’s cock and she had loved the Coachman’s, but what she really wanted was a big one like Lord Vishra’s. She wanted to feel it going in and out of her hard and fast until it spewed sticky Vishra jizz while pressing into the back of her vagina.
She feigned indifference, though, as she answered through the door. “Yes, Samandra?”
“Lord Vishra has arrived, M’Lady.”
“Oh, that’s lovely!” Cadwarra pretended she thought Lord Vishra was still in the foyer. “Is it business or pleasure, Samandra?”
Samandra knew Lady Cadwarra was playing hard to get. Her duty to Lady Cadwarra conflicted with her obligation to Lord Vishra. She responded skillfully. “It feels very much like he wants pleasure, Lady Cadwarra. I can attend to his needs in my room, though, if you are indisposed.”
Threat made, the door opened instantly, negating any fears Samandra would need to take on Lord Vishra’s enormous prick herself. Cadwarra stood there wrapped in her new cloak. The burgundy colour suited her bright smile. Having finally dropped by The Jewel Box, the cloak was held closed by her new silver broach. “Good evening, Lord. I am so glad you have come by.”
Disappointed to see Cadwarra completely covered, Vishra expressed puzzlement. “Are you cold, My Dear?”
“I just wanted to thank you for the cloak, Lord.” Cadwarra unclipped her broach as she spoke. “...And my armour.”
The cloak fell open. Underneath, Vishra saw Cadwarra’s new ceremonial armour, showing more skin than chainmail. Breasts bubbled out of the chainmail bra, pulled together at the front by the perfectly placed leather strap and clasp. Pulled tight, boob galore sat high and tempting. Chainmail ‘panties’, more thong than bikini, exposed most of Cadwarra’s butt. A very short miniskirt did little to cover her ass cheeks. Below that, there was enough of her thighs visible to make Vishra look forward to being between them but most of Cadwarra’s legs were covered by high black leather boots that reached well above her knees and screamed “fuck me!”. The boots were complemented by black leather gloves rising above her elbows. By the look of desire on Vishra’s face, Cadwarra knew Ockham had been right about the leather gloves instead of gauntlets.
“I felt you should see my new armour, Marshall, since you were kind enough to arrange for it to be made.” Cadwarra stood there, proud to see Vishra’s hungry look. She glanced down at Vishra’s bulge. She was not surprised to confirm that Samandra had thoughtfully managed to get their Lord hard before bringing him to her door. That would save some time. Lord Vishra could jab it in as soon as he wanted.
Samandra, feeling no need to be praised for the erection she had dutifully induced solely for her Lady’s benefit, produced her small bottle of Bakhoor from a pocket. She was proving to be one of those servants who consistently anticipated what her Lady was going to need next. “If the Viscountess will hold still, I have one more duty to perform before leaving you to enjoy Lord Vishra’s demands.”
Samandra uncorked the bottle and poured a dollop of perfumed oil onto Cadwarra’s chest. “A small gift from that pesky messenger that keeps showing up” she explained and rubbed it all over while Cadwarra stood still. Both women could see Marshall Vishra liked to see Cadwarra’s boobs pushed around inside her chainmail bra, deforming erotically under Samandra’s hand while gleaming scented oil was spread all over gleaming Wood Elf mammaries. The sight of Cadwarra’s tits rolling and yielding under Samandra’s rubbing hands made Vishra again wish they could have a threesome, but this was unfortunately not the time.
When Samandra was done, the scent of the Bakhoor filled the room, increasing the sexual desires of all three.
Samandra recorked the bottle and made to depart. “Please call if you require me, Lady Cadwarra.” With a lovely curtsy, she closed the door behind her. She returned to her duties, a little frustrated. Lady Cadwarra’s breast had been so soft. She was sorry she had not been ordered to participate in a threesome. She imagined how Lord Vishra’s cock would soon spew copious amounts of cum inside Lady Cadwarra. She wished Baltazar would come back and do that to her.
“That Bakhoor is quite an expensive luxury item” Vishra observed to Cadwarra when they were alone. “It’s quite hard to get and not something a servant can afford to have, regardless. It all seems quite suspicious. That Ratonga Alchemist....Sechus...has reported his great frustration that a shipment of Bakhoor has disappeared before it reached his shop.”
Despite his awareness of the crime, Vishra did not seem too concerned about it as he pulled Cadwarra into his arms. “It looks like the thief has already sold it to the black market at such prices that even domestic maids can own a jar of it.”
He buried his face in Cadwarra’s Bakhoor-smeared hooters then, enjoying the scent. He kept talking, his words a little hard to understand in between the kisses he planted on perfumed skin. “We can’t have House Vishra seen to be in possession of stolen cargo so we best leave Samandra out of any investigation but I think Captain Penley needs to have a chat with Baltazar.”
Raising his head from Cadwarra’s cleavage, Vishra kissed her forehead then her cheek. “We can’t have this going on, you know. A few more gifts like that and Samandra will be rich enough to start her own Noble House.” He buried his face back into Cadwarra’s chest, mumbling about also having a word with the blackmarket people in the Well.
Cadwarra listened politely, remembering Amber warning her “as a mistress, sometimes you need to endure your man talking about their workday. They’ll want you to take your clothes off soon enough. Men eventually run out of things to moan about.”
When Vishra was done kissing the space between Cadwarra’s breasts he lifted his head and caressed her affectionately, forgetting about contraband oils. “I got that watercolour of yours today, Darling. One look at your drawing and I knew I owed you a visit.” He pressed his erect cock hard into the bare portion of her thigh as if Cadwarra needed proof of his words.
Cadwarra pushed her pelvis equally hard into the Marshall and slowly moved her hips in a circular motion, grinding into the manly tumescence. “Oh, dear, Lord Vishra. Did it only arrive today? I had thought it would arrive yesterday.”
Cadwarra now regretted being angry at the Marshall for not coming the previous evening. She kissed him as if needing to make amends. “I am glad you like it.”
“Indeed. I love it. Thank you for posing for it. I may get you to pose for some more.”
That sounded like fun. “Of course.”
Vishra stood pondering, lost in thought while he held Cadwarra by the waist. She stopped her circular grinding and made several thrusts against him with her pelvis, anticipating the fucking she was sure would soon follow. His right hand rose up along her ribs to cup her chainmail covered breast. “I think I’ll hang it in my office” he told her.” I want everyone who comes in to see how perfect my mistress’s body is.”
“Certainly, Lord.” Cadwarra did not object, but was not sure that her picture in such prominent display was a good idea. That poor Clerk would be so sexually frustrated every time he saw it. On the other hand, visiting Lords would also see her picture. It might occasionally entice this or that Baron or Duke to sweeten a deal or provide a vote favourable to Vishra interests in return for the loan of her for the night. Lord Vishra was always working two or three angles at one time. Her seductive assistance might be needed.
Vishra removed his hand from Cadwarra’s breast and slipped the cloak from Cadwarra’s shoulders. She stood there in her revealing armour while he hung the cloak carefully. He turned to finally get a good look at the near nakedness of Cadwarra’s ensemble now that her shoulders were bare.
The armour so complimented her. Every cut and every angle accentuated her curves and roundness. It covered so little of her small, compact body. “You look beautiful” Vishra told Cadwarra. “Now you see why I always use the Mossclean Smithy for girl armour. That Mossclean daughter has a talent.”
Cadwarra felt obliged to do one of her trademark incompetent curtsies in acknowledgement of his compliment. She looked cute doing it, but it was clear Amber needed to stop dallying so frequently with the Earl of Marshford and work to improve Cadwarra’s courtly skills.
Such minor shortcomings could wait, though. For now, Vishra needed some Wood Elf affection. He reached up to the clasp with which Ockham had had so much trouble. “Very clever to have your bra fastening at the front” he observed. “...so handy.”
With a deft twist the clasp unsnapped and Cadwarra’s boobs spilled out. They bounced twice in celebration of their liberation. Cadwarra gave Vishra a second to enjoy the sight of her breasts sitting there then, with a quick shake of her shoulders, Cadwarra’s bra fell to the floor as her titties wobbled side to side.
Vishra picked his topless Wood Elf up and pulled her to his chest. Hands under her ass, he lifter her off the floor. She wrapped her high heeled boots around his waist and moved her hips to rub her clit against him some more. He buried his face back into her oiled boobs and planted a dozen kisses on them. She grinned as she pushed a nipple into his mouth. He sucked on it, feeling the nipple rise in answer. It was soon completely erect. He flicked the nippletip with his tongue then sucked some more. To his surprise, he drew milk.
He dropped her boob from his mouth. “Are you pregnant?” He was concerned. Surely Cadwarra would not be so foolish as to beget another man’s child when the arrangements for Vishra sons were near complete.
“No Lord” Cadwarra replied, a little hurt that Vishra would think her such a fool. “I am not pregnant. My milk started when I met Alweya, is all. I held your daughter and my breasts began to fill.”
“Perfect” Vishra muttered, relieved Cadwarra had not done such an irresponsible thing as have Lord Faron’s baby. His concern assuaged, he decided to enjoy the milk. He fastened his mouth back onto Cadwarra’s boob and suckled. Another burst of milk squirted from her pap. It was tasty, even sweeter than Human milk.
Though Cadwarra seemed proud of the quantity of milk in her breasts it in fact wasn’t very much. Vishra regretted there wasn’t more. He drank all he could get then switched to the other side to empty that one as well, wanting to keep her boobs symmetrical. He put his hand on her slightly round abdomen, running his hand over the tummy where his hungry son would soon be growing.
Vishra stopped suckling when he could get no more milk. Cadwarra’s boob dropped from his mouth. He took a moment to admire them. “Such perfect breasts, Cadwarra, no wonder you were able to cure Young Lord Faron.”
Vishra reached up to cup both breasts, fondling them gently. “I’ll give you credit” he further praised her “you did good work over at the Fairwick Mansion. Lord Fairwick is proudly boasting to everyone that wants to listen that his son never left the maid’s room for the rest of the weekend.”
“It sounds like things worked out well, then, Lord.”
“More than well” Vishra corrected Cadwarra. He brushed a lock of hair from her cheek. “Your successful gay conversion has put House Fairwick deep into our debt. Soon enough, we will need to call in a favour as payment.”
Vishra gave Cadwarra a thank you kiss. “We recognize that was all your doing, Cadwarra. You are proving such an asset to this House.”
Cadwarra looked pleased. Her body was still pressed against him. She reached down and felt his cock lying there across his right thigh. She slid her hand slowly along the huge thing, feeling its hardness. The knob was so big. “Are you in the mood to enjoy your ‘asset’, Lord?”
Vishra undid Cadwarra’s miniskirt as easily as he undid her bra. It fell to the ground with a loud thud of chainmail. He did not have time to unbuckle all the buckles on her boots. She looked too good wearing them, anyway.
He pushed her bottoms down. Mousy brown pubic hair glistened as she lay back on her bed. She pulled his clothes off. His penis stuck out, immense and erect. She grabbed it near the tip and guided it to her snatch.
There had not been much foreplay but it slid in so easily. The first eight inches didn’t hurt. As always, it went in perhaps an inch too far. She felt it push against the back of her vagina. He felt his cock hit bottom. He began moving rapidly.
His lust was very high. It was the watercolour, and the Bakhoor and the taste of breastmilk and the sight of Cadwarra in that sexy armour and the boots. He felt his orgasm building.
Vishra looked into Cadwarra’s pretty eyes. She was having a small orgasm. He studied her features as her pleasure mounted. Her cheekbones were so perfect, her lips so luscious, her nose so tiny. He had to cum on her face. She was just too beautiful not to have a flood of jizz smeared all over.
He pulled out and lifted his hips to her chin. She saw what he wanted, She lay back, grabbed his big shaft in her small hand and started pumping. She waited for his blast, anticipating an impressive volume of Vishra semen full of Vishra sons.
Vishra grunted in anticipatory excitement and Cadwarra knew he would soon start pouring the gooey white stuff out. She pumped faster. The fluid soon burst out in several long jets of hot stickiness. There was a lot. Vishra had not cum in a few days. Streams of froth flowed from his balls and fell across her pretty features. It was gleaming, sparkling and shining.
Cadwarra reveled in her successful participation in a male’s climax. She watched the last of several shots fall from his big knob. She had another small orgasm as she saw the last dregs drop out of his lovely cock. Her face was plastered in thick criss-crossing ropes of ejaculation.
Vishra collapsed beside her, holding her luscious body. He caressed her for long minutes, marveling at how much of her face he had covered. Like a typical man, he was thrilled at the quantity he had shot all over his lover.
Cadwarra lay there, equally proud to have such thick wads of Vishra semen on her face. Lovingly exploring her Lord’s body, fingertips caressed his toned muscles. She liked Vishra to see her with her face splashed. She liked any man to see her like that. Anyone who saw that sperm would know she had let a man fuck her properly and cum on her face.
She tried to think how many men had given her a sperm coated facial. The first had been Fayt. She might count the others up for her amusement after Lord Vishra fell asleep.
Vishra stirred after a few minutes. He lifted his head to look at his jism covered mistress. She looked pretty with her face smothered in spunk. A little bit was dripping off her chin.
He placed his index finger under her jaw and scraped upwards towards her mouth, pushing cum in front of his finger. Cadwarra dutifully opened her mouth and let the stuff fall in. He stuck his finger in her mouth and she licked it clean. He watched her swallow.
“I guess we should review our plans for your Embassy to Thundering Steppes” Vishra said as he scraped more cum from Cadwarra’s cheek and guided that second load toward her lips. “Am I correct that the second last thing we needed for your journey was the ceremonial armour for when you meet Chief Kraughl?” He pushed the cum into Cadwarra’s waiting mouth.
It all dripped in. Cadwarra gulped it down then licked Vishra’s finger clean again and asked “Second last? We have the Vishra horses and a stable boy and Lord Forest and Amber. I know my way around the Thundering Steppes and I believe I understand the terms of the Draft Treaty. I sent our supply order to the Chandler in Qeynos Harbour and Voleen’s is bundling up our food order. Was there something else, Marshall?”
While she waited for his reply, Cadwarra opened her mouth. Taking the cue, Vishra scraped up a third glob of cum from her left cheek and pushed it past her lips. He explained the last thing she needed to do while she ate it. “I am still concerned about your heal spells. I want that dealt with before your Embassy. The Old Druidess feels she has a way of addressing the problem.”
“I see” Cadwarra lied and sucked on Vishra’s finger again, trying to get the last bit of cum off it. She waited for Vishra to explain things further.
Vishra was not sure how Cadwarra would accept the Old Druidess’s solution. He pulled his finger out of Cadwarra’s hungry mouth and switched to cleaning up her forehead, taking care not to let any get into her eyes. Cadwarra swallowed that stuff, too.
When he was through scraping the last of his sperm into Cadwarra’s gullet her face still shone wetly. He kissed her lips. He tasted his own cum. He reflected that tasting your own cum on your lover’s lips was better than tasting someone else’s. His cock hardened and he got back on top of her. He inserted his prick, buried it deep then began moving in and out slowly. Cadwarra’s pussy was just the right tightness.
Cadwarra soon came. Was that her third orgasm? Vishra felt another orgasm approaching. He would blow his load inside her then tell her what the Old Druidess was proposing. That way if she got mad, he had already had a good bit of fucking for the evening.
He was going in and out of her at a pleasantly moderate speed when he took the plunge and announced bluntly “I need you to fuck someone. It will help with your heals.” He kept fucking but waited in trepidation for the temper tantrum and the tears that often happened when one made such requests of a mistress. As long as she wasn’t too upset, he would be cumming very soon.
“Oh?” Cadwarra instead asked, intrigued and showing no hint of anger. She secretly hoped it was Lord Bowerbrook and his lovely prick. “Tell me more. How many times should I fuck him?”
Her question seemed to trigger her newest climax. She got noticeably wetter. Apparently, she liked when the Marshall gave her away. She reached up with her booted legs and hooked her calves into the back of Vishra’s thighs. Her strong legs pulled his pelvis in to her then released him so he could pull back out. The new leather of her tall boots squeaked as she pulled him back in a second time, feeling his dick hit the back of her vagina as only a truly endowed man could do. She got him moving his hips faster and faster. She had him inside her up to the hilt. Her stiletto heels knocked together from time to time.
Cadwarra did not hide the fact she was aroused to be being fucked by the man who had the power to give her away anytime he wanted to. He was really driving her fast now. She giggled excitedly under the thrusts and repeated the question Vishra had still not answered. “So, should I fuck him more than once?”
“You can fuck him all you want” he assured Cadwarra as he kept ramming her “just as long as you do what the Old Druidess tells you to do.”
What was the Old Druidess going to require, Cadwarra puzzled. She did not ask, though. She just sighed inwardly. No doubt it was something complicated.
Vishra marveled to see that Cadwarra was more than willing to fuck a stranger. It certainly excited her. She was close to cumming again. It was building into a huge one.
She panted as her orgasm built “tell me more about this man I need to fuck...have I already fucked him...is it Lord Bowerbrook...tell me more...Tell Me More!!...TELL ME MORRRRRRRRRE!!!”
Vishra pushed deep and held his hips against Cadwarra, prick throbbing as more jism filled her up inside. He watched Cadwarra experience a most intense climax while his dick pumped his balls dry.