Fledgling Demigod Ch. 11

Without hesitation, she grabbed her dress and hiked it up to expose her bare pussy to him. It was still soaked with her juices, and Galen licked his lips. "Does my lord approve?" she asked meekly. "I was told you like them without hair."

"I approve," he said and looked at her blushing face. "It's beautiful. For now, though, get yourself cleaned up and return with the midday meal. And summon Priscilla for me, please?"

"She's not in the castle, my lord," Grace said. "She went north."

"North?" Galen asked, concerned. "What for?"

"She's gathering information on the capitol," Lucinda said as she came back into the room. "She should be back by the evening meal."

"I thought she was only going to do that once a week?"

"She is," Lucinda said. "It has been a week. She was going to do it tomorrow but decided to go today since you're leaving for Prax tomorrow."

"Oh," Galen said. Then, looking up at Grace, he said, "Off you get, and bring enough food for the three of us when you get back."

"Only two," Lucinda said. "I'll take my meal in the dining hall."

"Yes, my lady," Grace said and curtseyed before leaving.

"Why?" Galen asked.

"Because I have a meeting with Altus soon," she answered. Then, with a sultry glare, she said, "If I eat with you, I'll miss the meeting."

"It's not that much farther from here than the dining hall," he said, a look of mild disappointment on his face.

"True, but I'm much more aroused during my flow week, so I might not want to leave," she explained.

"Duly noted," Galen said with a grin. "Though I'm sure I wouldn't mind."

"I'm sure you wouldn't," she said with an equal grin. She handed him the cup of gruel, kissed him, and moved to get dressed. "However, we'd both have to take a bath afterward, which would make me late for my meeting."

"So, what am I supposed to do with Grace?" Galen asked.

Lucinda looked up at him in bewilderment. "What do you mean? Eat with her," she said as she finished putting on her armor. "Get to know her better. Fuck her for all I care. I approve. I want her to be your second."

"Fifth," Galen corrected her. "But I can't. Priscilla needs to be my fifth."

Lucinda approached him and took his cheeks in both of her hands, kissing him softly on the lips. "Priscilla isn't here. Grace is, and you need a warm, wet sheath that is not a mouth. Don't think I haven't noticed you being extra handsy, as Drusilla put it, with my body." She gave him a knowing smirk.

"I can't," Galen said.

"Devi, what do you think?" Lucinda said as she looked at the ceiling, sounding exasperated.

["For once, I agree with my Champion,"] their goddess said, sounding tired.

"You okay, Devi?" Galen asked.

["Fine, my love,"] she answered. ["The battle took more out of me than I anticipated."]

"At least have her draw a bath for you after you've eaten," Lucinda said as she walked to the door. "Just don't do to her what you did to me."

Galen winced inwardly. "I won't."

"Good," she said. "I'm off. I love you."

"Love you, too," Galen replied and sighed as he begrudgingly downed the vomit-inducing elixir. After gagging for a bit, he lay back down.

["She is right about one thing, though,"] Devi said in his head.

["Oh?"] Galen replied silently. ["And what's that?"]

["You do need a good fucking,"] she said and giggled. Galen chuckled and rolled his eyes. ["I'm going back to sleep now, my love. I'll see you in the morning."]

["Goodnight, my goddess,"] Galen thought to her.

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Apparently, Galen had dozed off because he was gently nudged awake. Opening his eyes, he saw Grace. He smiled up at her as he stared into her beautiful brown eyes. "Hi," he said.

Her smile was radiant, and it warmed his heart. That warmth spread throughout his body, and he moved to sit up. Without saying a word, she sat down in front of him. She pulled a nearby tray into her lap and, with a slight blush, spooned a bit of soup and held it up to his lips.

"You know I'm capable of feeding myself, right?" Galen asked but opened his mouth. She put the spoon in his mouth, and he chuckled as he tasted and swallowed the soup. Her shy smile never left her face as she spooned another bit of soup and took it into her own mouth this time. She alternated between feeding him a spoonful of soup and herself, every so often giving him a bite of bread. Sensing that she didn't want to speak during the meal, Galen just sat quietly while she fed him, never taking his eyes off of her.

When the meal was finished, she put the tray aside and stood up. She held her hand out to him, and he took it. She pulled gently, and Galen sensed she wanted him to stand, so he did, forgetting that he was still naked beneath the blankets. He moved to sit back down to cover himself, but Grace tugged on his hand again and shook her head slightly, blushing to her roots. Why was she not talking? This was unusual behavior for her, but he went with it. Tugging on his hand, she led him across the hall to the bathroom, where the large tub had been filled with hot water. Galen needed no encouragement and sighed deeply as he sank down into the hot water. He leaned his head back against the tub wall and let out another long, relaxing sigh.

Sensing movement in the room, he opened his eyes just in time to see Grace's petite, nubile, and very naked body step into the tub. His eyes went wide, and his mouth dropped open in disbelief as he openly gawked at her luscious body. She paused as he took her in. He had never seen her fully naked before, obviously, and was surprised at how small she was. Her body was almost child-like, except for her very adult-sized breasts and full pussy lips. Galen noted that she must have been aroused to the point of madness because her inner thighs were coated with her wetness and her clitoris protruded from her pussy lips like a beacon that called to him in the night. He licked his lips as his mouth went dry.

She wiggled slightly, and it drew his attention to the flare of her hips from her narrow waist. He leaned his head to the side a bit, trying to get a look at her ass, and she giggled slightly as she turned. Sticking her ass out, he noted that the top of her ass was flat, but it globed around the bottom, not that he cared in the slightest. Turning back to face him, she knelt in the water before him. The water rose slightly so that when she went still, the waterline was just above her dark nipples.

She moved toward him and, taking his hand, pulled him upright as her other hand grabbed the bar of soap. She washed him from head to toe and failed at her attempt to ignore his raging erection. After he was clean, she shyly nibbled on her bottom lip as she curled a hand around his shaft. Her hand barely encompassed its girth as she slowly started stroking it. Adjusting herself, she moved to a sitting position in the water, never taking her eyes off of his as the waterline moved to her neck. Continuing to stroke his cock with one hand, she spread her legs and moved her other hand to her pussy and started rubbing it.

Galen looked down into the water and his breath caught at the sight of her masturbating. His breathing quickened, and so did hers, though he thought hers was because of the position she was in. He moved his legs to surround her waist and let her lean against his feet for support. She smiled at him and stroked him faster as her mouth opened, and she gasped. Galen reached out with both hands and cupped her breasts. She moaned softly, and she cried out in surprise as he lightly pinched her hard nipples, rolling them softly between his fingers.

Grace began to whimper softly in her pleasure, and Galen's cock tingled slightly. Neither of them spoke a word except for their combined moans of pleasure, and Galen found that he liked the intimacy of their shared silence. They both began to breathe heavily as her hands sped up on their respective bodies. Galen's hands moved to grip the sides of the tub as his release climbed further.

"Grace," he whispered as he locked his eyes on hers. Her hand tightened on his shaft and began pumping him up and down, and his body began to tense in anticipation of climax.

"Galen," she whispered in return as her eyes rolled back and her body locked up, her orgasm slamming into her just moments before Galen shot ropes of sticky, white cum into the water between them. Her hand on his shaft gripped tightly and moved jerkily as she tried to continue stroking him.

When it was over, he pulled her to him, turning her around and nestling her back against his chest as he wrapped his arms around her body. He kissed her lightly on her neck, and she hummed in satisfaction.

"I can't give you what you want just yet," he whispered into her ear.

"I know, my lord," she whispered back. "I'm just happy you're willing to give it to me at all."

"I am," he replied and squeezed her body tenderly. "Tell me about yourself."

She turned her head to look up into his eyes. "What would you like to know that you don't already?" she asked with a coy smile.

Galen shrugged. "Tell me about your childhood," he offered. "Or your personal preferences, like, what's your favorite food or color?"

"Um, alright," she said and paused. "My favorite color is red. My favorite food is the meat sticks from the market stall you took Lady Lucinda to that day."

Galen raised his eyebrows in surprise. "I thought you said you only know what goes on in the castle?" he asked with a sly grin.

She blushed slightly but relaxed into his embrace again. "When it comes to my lord, anything and everything fascinates me."

It was Galen's turn to blush slightly. "Okay. Go on."

"Well," she started to say but paused. After a few moments of silence, she said, "My childhood was like any other, I suppose. My father and mothers were kind, doting even. Father always made sure my every need was met, and my mothers instructed me on many household things, like most girls."

"So, how did you come to be in the castle?"

"That was mother's doing. When I was eleven, my mother sent me to serve Lord Beyron as an apprentice maid. By the time I was fifteen, I was trained in every job in the castle."

"So you know how to do everything?" he asked.

"Yes, my lord," she replied. "By seventeen, I served directly under Lady Matilda and learned directly from her."

Galen tensed slightly at the mention of her name, but Grace calmed him with a hand on his leg. "I'm sorry," he whispered with a catch in his voice. "I miss them terribly."

"As do I, my lord," she responded in kind. Turning her body to face him, she said, "I understand why you are leaving, my lord. Though I wish you weren't."

He leaned in and, for the first time, caressed her lips with his. The kiss was tender, soft, like the barest hint of a brush of fingertips on a flower petal. "I wish I weren't as well," he replied when he broke the kiss, "but I need to. I need time alone."

"Can your goddess not help you with your grieving, my lord?" she asked, looking up at him with a hopeful expression.

Galen's eyebrows knit together, and he straightened slightly in worry, pulling away from her marginally to get a better look at her. "What do you mean?" he asked cautiously.

She smiled shyly and looked up at him with big doe eyes. "Did you forget, my lord, that I know everything that goes on in the castle?" she asked as her cheeks colored. "I know about the conversations you have between Lady Lucinda and your goddess, Devi. I know about how she appeared to you on more than one occasion, though I've never been able to--"

"Stop," Galen ordered, cutting her off and fixing her with a glare. "How do you know about all that. You never explained before, and I just took it for your knowledge of the castle that you were able to know everything you know. This, though, is private, secret information that only Lucinda and I know about, so how do you know about it?"

She moved away from him to the other side of the tub. She covered herself with an arm across her breasts, and her other hand rested in her lap, hiding her womanhood. Looking down into the water, she replied in a tone barely above a whisper, "I have magic, my lord."

"Magic," he said. "What kind of magic?"

"I-I'm not sure, my lord," she said, and her breathing quickened in alarm. "I'm sorry I never told anyone, my lord," she said as she began to sob. Her words began to gush forth from her like a geyser. "It's not something I can control, and I never meant to spy on anyone. It just comes to me what's going on in the castle, and I never asked for this power, but I can't get rid of it no matter what I do!"

She was in full-on panic mode now, sobbing and shaking like a leaf in a storm. Galen moved forward and grabbed her, gently pulling her into his arms. He rested her head on his shoulder as he held her and cooed to her to calm her down. "Shhh. It's okay. Easy now. You're okay." She held onto him like a frightened child. When she had calmed enough to talk again, Galen asked, "How long have you had this power?"

She sniffled and wiped her nose with a wet hand before replying. "Since just after my tenth birthday."

"Didn't your parents get you some help?" Galen asked.

She shook her head. "They thought I was faking to get attention. They'd never heard of this power before either. As far as I know, my lord, I'm the only one in the world with this ability."

"That's a bold claim," he said, and she pulled back from him in alarm. Her hands were around his neck, and when she saw his playful smile, she relaxed.

"It's true, though," she said, and the corners of her lips curled into a slight smile as she sniffled.

"Okay," he said. "How proficient are you? Can you tell me what a specific person in the castle is doing at this moment?" She nodded. "Okay. What's Master Beyron doing?"

Grace blushed profusely and looked down. "He and his wife are... ah... that is to say," she stammered in embarrassment.

"Oh," Galen said, knowing what she was referring to. "And their daughter?" He couldn't say her name. The grief was still intense even though Devi was dampening it as much as possible.

"She's roaming the castle to give them privacy."

"Amazing," Galen whispered in awe.

"Not really, my lord. She often roams the castle. I think it soothes her."

"Not that," Galen said with a chuckle. "Your ability."

"Oh," she said and blushed again. "It's more of a curse, really."

"How strong is it?" he asked.

"Well," she said and chewed on her bottom lip in thought. "It was slight when I got here. The only thing I've been able to learn about it is the more familiar I become with a place, the stronger it is. I know every movement in the castle at every waking moment."

Galen realized something, and his eyes flashed cold for a brief instant. Then he thought about what she had just said. "You were asleep when... um..." he managed to speak through a lump in his throat.

She stiffened and nodded. "Yes," she whispered. "Otherwise, I would have been able to sound the alarm. Maybe they wouldn't have..." She trailed off and looked forlorn.

"Hey," Galen said and tilted her head up with a finger under her chin. "It wasn't your fault. Don't blame yourself for the actions of others. That's not fair to you."

She nodded as fresh tears trickled down her cheeks. "If only I hadn't--"

"Stop," he said with a finger to her lips. "Don't. As my granddad would say, let sleeping dogs lie."

"I will try, my lord," she said through a choked sob as she took his hand in hers and intertwined their fingers together.

Galen leaned forward and kissed her softly. Then, pulling back, he said, "Now, what do we do about this amazing ability of yours?" She looked up at him with hopeful eyes and shivered slightly. He noticed her nipples getting hard, and goosebumps rose on her skin. He smiled at her. "I think I have an idea, but first, let's get out of this tub, yeah?"

She smiled and stood as she wiped her eyes. He stood and helped her out of the tub before getting out himself. Before he could protest, she had a towel handy and started drying him off. He couldn't help but start to get hard again as she dried his member, but he ignored it. When she finished drying him, he took the towel from her and began drying her. She started to protest but silenced her with a finger to her lips again.

When they were back in his room, and both dressed, Galen lay back down on the bed and pulled her down with him. He just smiled at her as he looked into her beautiful face. "What is it?" she asked, embarrassed.

"You're just so beautiful," he replied, and she blushed further.

"Thank you, my lord," she replied and adjusted herself, getting more comfortable. "So, you said you had an idea?"

He nodded. "I do. In the morning, after I've left, I want you to go to Redd and speak to a wizard named Rodrick. At least, I think he's a wizard. He's a magic user and might be able to help you."

Her eyes went wide. "You want me to leave the castle?" she squeaked.

"Don't worry," he reassured her. "You'll have a contingent of my personal guards with you at all times. Can't have one of my betrothed without protection."

"Your..." she trailed off in amazement.

"Yes, my betrothed," Galen said, smiling, and kissed her softly on her luscious lips.

She squealed in excitement and started kissing him all over his face. Before she was done, her head bobbed up and down under the blankets between his legs.