Bernard and the Queen

Finished, he rose. Collette stayed motionless, and again they were face to face. "I shall wait in the corner until monsieur is finished," breathed Collette. "May I sit?"

She motioned toward a couch on the far wall, away from the other furniture.

"Yes, yes, of course," burst out Bernard, finally tearing his gaze away from the pleasing jiggle her breasts had made when she gestured.

"Am I to understand I am not allowed to dress again until monsieur is finished?" inquired the pretty young lady.

"Ah..." Bernard thought quickly through his options. "No, I cannot allow it. You must remain as you are."

Collette ducked a quick curtsy, then walked quickly over to the couch and sat. This time she did not bother to cover herself, letting her natural posture conceal her mons, while her breasts remained in full view.

Bernard turned again to the shadows behind the screen. Marguerite, Josefina, and her majesty the queen remained. Before he could think of who to call next, Marguerite spoke.

"Is monsieur ready for his servant?"

"Yes."

Marguerite was too small for any part of her to be seen above the screen, so she remained a quick, lithe shadow, darting to the edge. Again, he saw a pale leg emerge, much paler than Collette's, and then hip, side, shoulders. In the blink of an eye the second naked woman Bernard had even seen was standing before him.

Marguerite, too, had an arm draped across her chest and a hand between her legs. Instead of moving slowly, however, she stepped, one could almost say skipped, directly to Bernard. Without waiting for any command, she stopped a few feet in front of him, and dropped her hands. Pale, nearly translucent skin was everywhere visible. Golden hair cascaded down around her shoulders, and one curl posed delicately in front of the left nipple. Her breast were small, but pert, topped by small pink buds. Her pubic hair was also golden and curly, but could not conceal the pink fleshy lips of her vulva. These were swollen and a darker pink than normal, but the young man had nothing to compare it to, so this sign of arousal went unnoticed.

"Your servant, monsieur," said Marguerite, and tossed off a small and confident curtsy. Only the flaming pink color of her blushing chest and face betrayed the excitement she really felt. Bernard now knew what he had to do, and he quickly started at her shoulders.

Down, across the chest, cupping the breast and quickly brushing across the nipples, then down the abdomen his hands rubbed and brushed about her skin. Rather than stay standing like Collette, Marguerite moved as soon as he stopped above her waist. She skipped past him and sat in the chair he had formerly occupied, then spread her legs wide. Her aroused and pulsing labia parted slightly, and Bernard could detect the gleam of moisture, and the further pinkness within.

This time he started at the feet, feeling over the legs thoroughly before coming to where they joined. Marguerite jumped and giggled as he felt as the joint of her hips, and then thrust eagerly into his palm as he placed it between her legs. Unintentionally, one of his fingers penetrated slightly into the young girl, and he jerked it away, damp. Not, however, before Marguerite moaned slightly, in what even Bernard could tell was pleasure.

Realizing he would do no more from the front, Marguerite flipped willingly over, and extending her pale, rounded rump toward him. Bernard began there, rubbing and squeezing, and once more passing a finger over the lips that jutted out wetly between her legs. He then felt across her back and shoulders as she straightened, and, suddenly daring, passed a hand in front across her chest again, quickly squeezing the plumpness of her small breast and rolling the nipple in his fingers. Her bottom made contact with his breeches, right at the point where the stiffness protruded most, and his erection settled for a brief moment between her cheeks. Bernard groaned involuntarily, then jerked back.

"We have finished, madame," he said stiffly. He hoped should wouldn't start accusing him of rape, but feared that it was inevitable. Instead, she rolled onto her back and looked up at him, body on full display.

"Monsieur is most thorough. I am sure his majesty will be pleased."

With that, the pretty blonde lady-in-waiting rose, and walked with perfect posture and stride to the couch, and sat primly next to Collette. Bernard marvelled at the different qualities of the two young ladies. Marguerite, slim, white, and seemingly a cheerful spirit; and Collette, fuller in figure, with a warm more than bubbly smile. What Bernard was chiefly focused on, however, was the sight of two pairs of bare breasts, which remained carelessly in view.

"Monsieur?"

It was Josefina's voice, tinged with a moderate accent. Bernard turned with a start, to find Josefina already behind him, covering nothing, with a purposeful look in her smoldering eyes. She held her arms away from her body and turned around slowly. "Your servant."

Bernard soaked in the frontal view she first presented him. Dusky skin, with dark nipples atop gloriously round, full breasts. Her tapered waist flared out to full hips, and as she turned, a similarly full posterior and long, supple legs. Her dark, straight hair fell straight down her back, and she put her arms out to the side, as if inviting Bernard to begin. When Bernard did not step forward right away, she turned her head to glance at him, and flashed a mischievous smile.

"Come, monsieur. I await your pleasure."

Bernard couldn't help but hear a double meaning. Nevertheless, after a deep breath, he stepped forward and ran his hands over the dusky Spanish beauty's shoulders and back. He was caught by surprise when she titled her upper body forward, then, thrusting her buttocks into his hands as he probed lower. He could hardly help himself at this point, and groped and squeezed generously, even letting his fingers caress the dripping wetness he felt at the joining of her legs.

Without turning around, Josefina grasped his wrists, and pulled his hands in front of her. Thus pulled close, Bernard breathed deep of her intoxicating perfume and hair, while she placed his hands directly atop her breasts. Giving up a pretense of searching, he clutched and kneaded generous handfuls, finding and caressing her nipples with tips of his fingers. She pushed her rear hard into the crotch of his breeches, and his erection jumped and twitched with the stimulation.

Bernard felt one of his hands led firmly downward, into the dark curls between her legs, and the dampness behind them. This time, more aware of what he was doing, Bernard lets his fingers dance and prod about the labia, and voluntarily pushed the tip of one finger through the slippery lips more than once. Josefina moaned and muttered something in her native Spanish. Things may have gone much further, and quickly, had not the queen's voice shattered the damp and heavy silence.

"Monsieur, I hope that you do not take liberties with my ladies."

Bernard jerked back as if bitten or struck, and wiped his fingers dry upon his coat. Tongue-tied, he was relieved to have Josefina answer for him.

"Madame, he is but careful and deliberate. You have nothing to fear."

She turned back around to face Bernard, and smiled coyly, placing a finger over his mouth as if to bid him be silent. She pressed her naked body against him, and kissed him lightly on the cheek, her breath tickling his ear and the side of his face.

"Do as her majesty asks, monsieur, and all will be well," the Spanish temptress whispered, and then whisked away, to sit with her fellow ladies-in-waiting on the couch, equally on display.

"Nevertheless," came her majesty's voice from behind the screen. "I should like a proof of his good faith before he may inspect my person. Collette, Marguerite, remove the gentleman's garments and make absolutely certain he doesn't not display any improper arousal. I shall not let such a man inspect the queen."

Bernard was dismayed. Not only did he display a raging erection, clearly bugling the front of his breeches, but the front was also dampened, partly from Josefina, and partly, he was ashamed to admit, from himself. He had never felt himself so churned with arousal, and felt he could burst at any moment. Before he could respond, the tempting bodies of the two companions the queen had named were at his side.

"Hush, monsieur, it will be but the work of a moment," assured Collette, as she went to work on his cloak and doublet. Marguerite, without saying anything, had already begun to unlace his boots. Unwilling to play along, but equally unwilling to make it stop, Bernard found himself balanced in inaction. The response was taking by the two ladies as consent, and Bernard quickly found himself divested of cloak, doublet, boots, and stockings.

As they prepared to expose the more personal garments, Bernard attempted to utter a protest, but Marguerite sensed his discomfort, and had already drawn close. To his surprise, he uttered barely half a word before the blond, cheerful servant pressed her lips to his. He found her kiss soft but firm, and felt his manhood twitch again as her lips partly slightly and her tongue probed the outside of his lips, which remained shut. She broke off, satisfied that she had quieted him, as indeed she had.

His resistance overcome, Bernard weakly allowed himself to be stripped of his half shirt and breeches, leaving in only a flimsy pair of drawers, which did nothing to hide his arousal. With a shared smile, Collette and Marguerite each seized a side, and whisked it to the floor. Far from where things had started, Bernard now found himself naked, with a pair of naked women, and and erection fuller than he had ever thought possible.

The queen seemed to sense the disrobing was complete, and spoke again.

"Well? Is this faithful servant of his majesty aroused in an unseemly fashion. Does he swell or show excitement?"

Bernard was more aroused than ever, but also filled with fear. The moment the queen saw him, she would have him sent away - imprisoned, executed, perhaps even tortured. He had allowed himself to be trapped, outmaneuvered, he felt, and he had failed his duty. He was shocked to hear Marguerite call out.

"Nothing of the kind, my queen."

At the same time, Collette grasped his penis firmly and began stroking. Her other hand traced gentle circles across her breasts and pubis. Marguerite winked at Bernard, and cupped her small breast as she did so. One hand drifted between her legs.

Bernard's brain exploded with this new arousal. A hand - someone else's hand! - a beautiful woman's hand! - was on his penis, and he was staring at all the parts of a women he had never allowed himself to dare think on. Involuntarily he thrust his hips against Collette's rhythmic stroking, back and forth again and again. He panted and uttered a small cry and he felt his loins build with pressure, then surge forth with release. Semen sputtered forth from him, spattering the clothes the two women had stripped from him shortly before. Some seed spilled on Collette's hand, and she shocked him to his core by bringing that hand to her mouth, and licking it clean.

Bernard was spent - shocked and exhausted. He was unable to resist anything these ladies might do. Sirens of Satan, temptresses, succubi, whatever they might be, he was in their power.

The queen spoke again.

"Bring our faithful inspector here. Let him finish, and declare my innocence."

He had felt himself unable to be shocked, but his mind jolted and his eyes shot open wide. The queen herself, unclothed and bare, was summoning him to inspect her body. Bernard knew not what to do. However, he did not need to. Taken at each arm by Collette and Marguerite, and propelled from behind by Josefina, who had drawn close behind him when he was disrobed, he was led firmly, inexorably, toward the screen - the last scrap of material that concealed the nude figure of the queen.

Hardly knowing what to do, Bernard shut his eyes tight, and let himself be led.

"Stop," commanded the queen. Bernard was pulled up short.

"Now, you may finish what you have started, monsieur," she continued.

Terrified of what he might see, but unable to deny his great and burning desire to see nevertheless, he slowly opened his eyes.

Long, pale legs. A delicate hand, poised for modesty just between the legs. Hips and waist looking as though they were carved of marble. An arm, draped across the royal bosom. An elegant and curving neck. Dark, curling hair, spilling about the head and shoulders. Keen, piercing eyes, cutting to his very soul. Had he looked more closely, Bernard may have noticed a coy gleam to the eyes, a faint glimmer of mischief.

Only after several long moments did Bernard recall his own exposure. His body, too, was laid bare, except he had done nothing to conceal himself. Despite his recent release, he could feel the stir and tingling swell begin to manifest between his own legs. Desperate not to be caught in arousal, Bernard advanced with a "pardon, your majesty."

The queen moved not a single muscle as he began his inspection. Far more hesitant than before, Bernard lightly touched his fingers to her shoulders, arms, sides, and then quickly down each leg. Despite the queen's modest posture, his eyes drank in the curved slopes of her royal breasts, the hairs that curled about her hand between her legs, and V shaped slope that led to that same hand. While his eyes were thus occupied, his brain filled with visions of lawyers, prosecutors, dishonor, criminal trials, and the executioner. He could not conceive how his search could have come to this, and he could not more conceive escape from this without the queen calling for his head. Despite this, every part of him yearned to see more.

His breath came from him in short bursts, and he moved carefully around behind the queen. He could scarcely bring himself to behold her, but could neither tear his gaze away, not if the king himself had been in the room. His eyes rolled over the queen's bare, regal shoulders, down her sloping back, and to her tapered waist, and there, the first royal derriere he had ever beheld. Every bit as round and plump as her ladies, but somehow more majestic in it's ivory beauty.

Though Bernard had lost himself a bit with those ladies, he could not imagine doing the same to the queen. His fingertips barely touched and brushed against her skin, flitting lightly across her back, dancing across the rounded slope of her posterior, and again down the legs, quickly.

He stood back. He had found nothing. Surely he was finished now? There could be nothing left to search. He moved around the queen again, ready to take his leave. To his surprise, it was the queen herself who extended his search.

"My good monsieur is so completely thorough," she uttered with a tone of reproach, "he obviously will not leave one inch unsearched."

At this, she let slip the arm across her breasts. Ivory mounds, with pink buds atop them. Bernard gaped. Stared. His eyes roved every inch. Then the other hand dropped. The dark curls scarcely concealed the reddish pink slit, glistening with a sheen of moisture. Bernard's gaze dropped, and held. Long moments passed.

"Are you satisfied, monsieur?" the queen's voice finally breaking through the haze filling the poor man's head.

Bernard started, and wrenched his gaze to the queen's face. "Your majesty has been most cooperative. I have found nothing, and am convinced the document is nowhere concealed in this room. I shall report as much."

A slight flash of anger or perhaps frustration flashed across the queen's face, but it was gone in a moment. She extended a hand, not attempting to cover herself. "Monsieur is free to go. Collette will see you out."

Bernard took the hand, and pressed his trembling lips to it briefly. Then he was escorted quickly back to his clothes. Collette shook her head.

"Tsk, monsieur! These are soiled. We must bring you back to your chambers by another route."

Josefina and Marguerite, still uncovered to Bernard's lustful eyes, dipped and uttered their farewells. Collette drew Bernard, both still utterly naked, to a tapestry on the wall. Her hands tugged at a piece of plaster moulding, and the wall behind the tapestry slid silently away.

"Come, monsieur."

Bewildered at this suddenly excited, Bernard followed meekly. He found himself in a thin passage, not quite wide enough for two people. Despite this, Collette had remained next to him, rather than leading or following behind. He found himself pressed against her side, and she flashed an impish grin.

"Monsieur intends to lead the way with his cock?" she asked.

To Bernard's embarrassment, Collette's warm skin and touch, combined with the lack of nerves now that he was out of the queen's presence, had reawakened his manly urges. His penis strained and stiffened against her thigh. He attempted to utter an apology, but Collette merely slid coyly against him as she slipped in front to lead the way.

Taking his hand in hers, Collette led Bernard through a confusing array of passages, stairs, twists, and turns. Often she would stop suddenly as if considering her way, and Bernard would run into her, pressing against her, his shaft nestling between her buttocks. After a quick wriggle of her hips, which only served to make Bernard more aroused, she would continue.

At last she stopped, pressed a lever, and a panel of wall again slid noiselessly aside. Bernard followed her through, and found himself in his own private chamber. He gaped, shocked that such a hidden panel had been there all this time, unbeknownst to him.

"Monsieur was too good to us," spoke Collette.

"The queen is most grateful for his complete," and she gave him a significant look as she spoke these words, "discretion. Monsieur will report that the letter was not found, no more. And as a reward for your discrection..."

Collette's voice sank lower, and she drew close to Bernard, pressed her body against his. "Monsieur will be considered the most particular friend of the queen...and her ladies."

Then Collette sealed her promise with a kiss. Bernard tried to keep his lips from falling prey to temptation, but they gave in immediately. He sank bodily into Collette's soft, yielding mouth, as if she could drink him up in an instant. Her breasts pressed against his chest, their softness yielding pleasantly to him. His own hardness jutted upward, stroking across the velvet skin of her belly. He groaned into her mouth at the sensation, and just at that moment, Collette broke away.

"Monsieur will, of course, be at the queen's service, should she have need?" she asked quickly.

"Anything," muttered Bernard. "Anything."

Collette smiled, and slipped back into the secret passage without another word. The panel closed, and she was gone. Bernard was left alone, stark naked, and nearly ravenous with desire. Giving in to his needs, he gripped his own shaft, and pumped his hand furiously until he erupted for the second time that day. The second time in his life.

The next day, Bernard searched fruitlessly for some hidden button or lever to the panel on the wall, but found none. He returned to his regular duties, informed the king's man that no letter was to be found, and got naught but a slight smile for his efforts.

Collette, upon returning to the queen, beamed in delight.

"Well?" asked the queen.

"He is ours, madame," Collette replied. "Body and soul."

The queen smiled. "Excellent. He shall be of great use to us."