Sorceress Isabella

You see, this particular hall was a part of the royal family's chambers. And here, in this hall at the bottom of the castle, was the royal bathrooms. This time of night, late with no one around, was typically when Prince Henry would come down to wash himself clean from the day's activities. He was young and full of vigor, with a taste for hunting and all the pleasures a Prince could afford. He was often dirty, covered in mud, sweat, grime or sometimes more after a long day. He was also rumored to be quite the lady's man. Every day, after an exuberant display of youth, he would travel down to the bathrooms to wash himself.

Isabella had memorized his routine for months now, learning when and where he was at all times, hoping to catch a glimpse of him where she could. Tonight she had gotten lucky. When she had done her daily snoop and walk past, she had discovered the guards gone, leaving the room unattended. Gone off for a feed or instructed to have the night off, she did not know, but she would take any chance she could get. Stopping by the key hole in the door, she was afforded a full glimpse of the Prince naked inside the room!

He alternated between sitting and standing in the tub, washing himself all over with a rag. Isabella at last saw him, naked and in his full glory, and her heart skipped a beat. She felt herself become flush, her heart regaining it's beating only to thunder in her chest. She saw his hard, tight body, water cascading over his golden skin. There had often been talk of elf blood in the royal lineage. She'd dismissed it as banter tossed and lobbied about court by gossiping wives or bored Barons. Isabella didn't doubt it now however, for his body seemed almost too perfect, the muscles all proportionally within size and bristling with strength. His golden white hair fell down to his shoulders but Isabella couldn't remove her eyes from his rear, which seemed to be chiseled by marble itself. How she wanted to plunge herself between those cheeks! She'd lifted her skirt up then, her slit moist and hungry, and had plunged herself within.

He turned around now, his body still dribbling with water and soap and there Isabella saw her most prized possession: the Prince's cock! She felt her pussy contract around her fingers and she nearly came then. Willpower was barely enough for her to gain back her self control and she bit her lip. She was afraid if she came here the scream of her orgasm would be heard two kingdoms over. Her gaze however had not shifted from that member which dangled between his legs. His cock was immaculate, exactly as she had pictured it. Granted, she'd only seen one cock before, but this one blew that out of the water! And speaking of blowing: she wouldn't mind wrapping her mouth around that member now. It was half way down his thighs, slender but long, with a deep red head topping it. His testicles hung low behind it, orbs of delight.

He was completely hairless across his body, his rock hard abs glistening in the light of the torches as he continued to wash himself. Isabella continued to glide her hands through her sopping cunt, unable to slow her speed down. God she wanted him! She had never wanted anything else more in her entire life. He was perfection to her. She saw the way he treated people, with kindness and dignity no matter who they were. His easy laugh. The way he tossed his hair... fuck. She could feel it now. She was close. She was sweating, panting softly. Ecstasy was overtaking her. She could feel her nipples now straining against her dress, pert and in dire need of attention. Even her asshole was puckering, her whole body craving it's much desired sexual release.

Gods I give in! Isabella felt it now, like a wave within her body that could not be stopped. She let go of her skirt with her left hand and braced herself up against the door, her fingers now plunging and slamming into her wet pussy as her orgasm peaked. She stared at the Prince, at his perfect cock, wanting it to fill her up as she came. Despite urgently trying to keep quiet she grunted, her orgasm slamming into her like a horse. She sprayed her juices all over her fingers, her arm, her inner thighs, the floor. She collapsed onto her knees, her whole body shaking, as she had the best orgasm of her life.

She felt like she was in the heavens, not on the Earth, as her mind reeled. Never had she ever had such a powerful experience before. It was a high she could get used too. After what felt like an eternity, her senses started to return and her body regained composure. She stood up, wobbling for a moment, having to brace herself on the door once again. She quickly looked through the key hole, making sure the Prince had not heard of her orgasm. He was sitting in the bath now, eyes closed and relaxed. Excellent, she'd been here for the best part.

Footsteps!

The clanking sound of armor.

She cursed, rearranging her skirt, wiping her wet hands on the back of it. There was nothing she could do about the puddle underneath her. She just hoped that whoever it was would think it was from the Prince's bath and ignore the smell. It clearly didn't smell like soap.

She had just rearranged herself properly, satisfied with her appearance, when a knight turned into the hall. It was Sir Michael, a handsome man and Prince Henry's childhood friend. He was a tall, beast of a man, wide shouldered and covered in a wild red mane of hair. He was known to be decidedly pointed, a man of action that many other Knights valued. Henry and Michael had grown up together since young boys and had been inseparable ever since. The Knight was always by the Prince's side, accompanying him on state visits, camping trips, hunting, you name it. To see him down here was not unusual, often Sir Michael would accompany the Prince late at night and bathe with him. He must have been running late this particular eve.

Isabella made to move, hoping it would appear she was just walking past the door rather than having stood there for the last ten minutes pleasuring herself. Sir Michael was an astute fellow though. She had hoped it had been one of the rock headed guards rather him. His intellect was well praised in the court.

The Knight however seemed more interested in her than the Prince's bath room. He walked down the hall, raising an arm to stop her as she approached. "Handmaiden, you are one of the Queen's attendants, correct?"

Isabella stopped, curtsying. Oh fuck she thought! Was she in some form of trouble? Had she been caught? Had he seen what she had been doing this entire time!? "Y-ye-yes, Michael. Sir Michael! I mean. Yes! I am one of the Queen's handmaiden's."

As coy as ever you blithering idiot. Isabella admonished herself internally.

The Knight looked quizzical, but continued on. "The Queen has asked for some assistance tonight in matter's dealing with her condition. You are wanted in her chamber."

OH THANK THE GODS! He hadn't seen what she had been up too. She was safe. She breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank you, Sir Michael. I'll go up to her at once." She curtseyed again and hastily beat an escape. As she walked down the hall and turned around, she caught a glimpse of the Knight standing at the door, looking down upon the puddle beneath his feet.

No matter, she should be fine now. She'd been brazen but it had been worth it. The only problem was she was still soaked between her thighs and the Queen had asked for her. She hoped it was for something quick that would allow her to leave and wash herself. But the Queen these days was very demanding due to her condition. It could be for anything.

She walked through the castle, passing a few servants as they went about their business late at night, a few guards on duty doing their rounds. She smiled at a few and was returned some smiles. The cold air of the night still permeated the stone walls and Isabella wrapped her dress firmly around herself as she climbed the stairs to the Queen's royal bedchamber. Autumn was going to give way to Winter soon as the nights grew longer and colder. Up and up she went, circling around and around the stairwell, till at last she reached the top. The stairwell lead to hall, two guards on duty at the entrance who let her pass. Their names were Derrick and Peter, regulars who had often exchanged friendly banter with Isabella since she had started. Derrick waved her through while Peter yawned. Clearly a slow night for both of them.

She approached the Queen's door and stood before it, giving a quick rap of her knuckles on the wood, knocking.

"Come in!" Said the voice from inside. Isabella entered, the door creaking loudly, shutting it behind her.

"Excellent, thank you for coming my dear. I'm afraid I'm need of all of you tonight." Queen Victori was sitting on the bed, young and handsome as a dandelion flower. She was young, only the same age as Isabella, 19 rotations of the sphere old, but whereas Isabella was a frumpy young thing with brown hair and freckles, Victori was a blonde beauty with dazzling blue eyes. She was the King's second wife, not the mother of Henry who had passed some time ago, and had been betrothed to the King a rotation past. Right now however she was fulfilling her primary duty to the Kingdom: she was with child. She sat on the edge of the bed, naked, her beautiful body radiant and her belly filled with life. She was still a month and a half away from giving birth, though many doctors and physicians had determined she was quite large for how long along she was. The King was happy with this news though. He suspected another manly son to be near, just like the Prince.

Two other handmaidens, Poppy and Margaret, were currently attending to the Queen's feet. They were rubbing and oiling them, massaging them as they had swelled with her pregnancy. Queen Victori was relaxed, her eyes half opened as the tension and stress was worked out by the two young girls before her. It was her first pregnancy after all and the handmaiden's had been tasked with fulfilling all needs required by the Queen, no matter the demand. However, Isabella guessed this wouldn't be the only job they'd be helping the Queen with tonight. The bigger her belly grew, the more insistent the demands had becoming.

"Isabella, if you would, I fear for stretch marks once again. Would you be so kind as to oil me tonight?"

Isabella nodded promptly. "Of course, my Queen." She moved over to the bedside table, grabbing a glass bottle of purple ointment off of it and moving in between the two girls who continued to massage the Queen's dainty feet.

You've no fear of stretch marks, mused Isabella as she sat in front of the nude form of her Queen, pouring the liquid from the bottle into her hands.

It's the same thing every night with her. You'd think she'd just come right out and ask for it rather than playing these games. She gave a sideways glance to Poppy, who was also rolling her eyes, both of them thankfully hidden from the eyesight of the Queen thanks to her massive belly.

Satisfied there was enough of the sweet-smelling ointment on her hands, Isabella began to rub the Queen's belly. Her hands glided over the taut skin, rubbing and massaging slowly, letting her hands roam wherever they felt like across her gravid dome. The Queen was cooing to herself slowly, her eyes now closed, as all three girls massaged and rubbed her body. Isabella couldn't blame her. Though she'd never been pregnant before, she wished nothing more than to carry Prince Henry's lineage. How she craved to be filled with life! She would be a princess if they ever did marry, maybe one day Queen, and she would use all of her powers to stay as comfortable as possible as she grew his children. For Queen Victori however, this was all foreplay.

Isabella had been put into the service of the Queen since she had arrived at the Kingdom of Koralin. The Queen had always been fun to be around and Isabella enjoyed her service underneath her. She was energetic, athletic, she said what came to her mind and was a breath of fresh air compared to the King who rarely spoke in anything but growls these days. She was younger than Prince Henry and deferred to him in matters of state, but wasn't afraid to offer an opinion on what she thought was right. She was loved by the court and by Isabella.

But for Isabella, Poppy and Margaret though, they had to deal with a side of Victori no one else knew about. Isabella had heard tales of this sort of thing that happened in far off countries, strange ports or among the elves. It was always something that happened somewhere else, never in this kingdom or this castle. And yet Isabella's world view had been challenged by Victori. Now, after being in service with her for a year, it was normal. Natural. Poppy and Margaret thought so as well. It was a duty that offered pleasure. Even the three girls had taken to it amongst themselves in their own bed chambers after some training and it had become a common thing.

Victori had never seem that interested in the King. Of course she was half his age. He was a fat man who enjoyed hunting and sitting by the fire eating a leg of ham. Victori was a creature who enjoyed pulling a prank or rolling through a field. But even though they were so different, Isabella could see the truth behind her eyes. Victori had never been attracted to the man. She'd talked of bearing his children as if a Smith talked about forging a blade or a farmer plowing a field. Work. She had even confided to Isabella she had not touched the King sexually since she had discovered she was pregnant. That however had not stopped her playing with her handmaiden's. Victori enjoyed the company of women more than anyone Isabella had ever known.

Isabella could tell now that Victori was enjoying herself as she did every night. Little sighs were escaping her lips with each rub of her belly. She was grinning, knowing soon she was going to get exactly what she wanted. Isabella and the girls were happy to oblige.

Poppy and Margaret moved their hands up from her feet now, using the excess oil from their hands to begin to kneed the Queen's thighs. There was groan of thanks as the Queen parted her legs even further apart, allowing the two girls to continue their manipulations, while Isabella begin tracing her fingers lower and lower down her gravid dome.

"Mmmmmm girls... you have no idea how much I needed this today." All three handmaiden's grinned knowingly. The Queen's condition had not slowed down her libido at all. The Queen, after all, preferred sexual intercourse with women, much like a man.

They'd been instructed in the arts of female love making on day one of the Queen's service and it had been a daily requirement ever since. Isabella had never been interested that way in a woman before. She'd never dreamed of it. For Victori though, it was as common as grass on a hill. Initially scared by the idea, Isabella had come to appreciate and enjoy sex with other women. As much as she desired to have the Prince's cock slip within her, girls were proving a satisfactory replacement. Isabella moved up, sitting more upright now, and began to place soft kisses on the Queen's belly.

"You're so soft Isabella, you play with me so," Victori said with a coy smile. Isabella didn't stop, her lips tasting the fruit flavored ointment, as she continued across her taut skin. Poppy and Margaret rose now, releasing Victori's thighs from their erotic grip, and began to disrobe. The Queen could only sit there, stuck as she was in this position due to her size, but looked upon them with a growing lust as robes fell to the floor and two nudes bodies were exposed to the night air. The girls stood over their pregnant Queen, giving her a full show and wasted no time. They embraced each other in both their arms and their lips. Tongues dashed out between lips, encircling and ravishing each other, as they kissed for the enjoyment of their Queen.

The Queen sat there, licking her lips, her body quivering in excitement as the two young girls explored each other's bodies right before her. Though this was still relatively new to all of them, all the handmaiden's had agreed they simply enjoyed the tenderness of female love. Poppy and Margaret showed that now as their hands explored each other's bodies, their lips never breaking, as hands groped breasts, pinched nipples, and fondled ass cheeks. From where Isabella was, her kisses still planting themselves on the lower side of Victori's dome, she could smell the undeniable heat of the Queen's sex.

Isabella was eager to taste it. Leaving the Queen's belly for now, and the sight of the two girls above her sexing each other up, Isabella stuck out her tongue and began to lap at the Queen's smooth slit. Victori let out a huge moan of pleasure as Isabella began to lap at her juices, her tongue working up and down her moist cunt.

"Thank the God's I need this! Isabella, my dear, you know what I like!" Isabella had her lips firmly planted on the woman's mound now while her tongue moved in circles around her clit, the little nub throbbing in delight.

Isabella continued to taste the tart juices of her Queen, moaning herself. As much as her desires and lust stemmed all from making Prince Henry hers one day, she had to admit, the Queen made an excellent second place. With her tongue working it's magic on the Queen's clit, she took her index finger and with ease she let it slip into the Queen's wet hole.

The Queen gasped loudly as Isabella penetrated her. Isabella wasted no time. She curled her finger back around, finding Victori's pleasurable spot within her, and began to stroke her fingers in and out, rubbing the spot as she continued her tongue's attack on her nub. Following Isabella's lead, Poppy and Margaret let their hands fall between each other's legs and both began to explore inside each other's wet cunts, both fingering each other with energetic fever. They both continued to kiss, moaning into each other's mouths, as they raced each other to orgasm. As much as this was for their Queen, both desired to cum for the other, and for themselves.

The Queen however looked set to win this orgasm race. "Oh Gods, oh gods, oh I'm going too - I'm going to explode! ISABELLA!!"

And just like that Victori came. Her walls clamped around Isabella's finger, releasing and then clamping over and over again, as Victori gripped her bed linen, her head arched back as her body convulsed. Isabella swallowed as much of the Queen's delicious cum as she could, her tongue lapping it up like a dog, while the two girls above her also brought themselves to a satisfying orgasm. Margaret even squirted a little from between her thighs, splashing some of her juice across Victori's belly. Both girls crashed onto the bed, lying next to their Queen, as all three panted from their first orgasms of the night. Isabella slowed down with her tongue, moving to soft kisses on the Queen's slit, as Victori composed herself after a few minutes.

"That was wonderful girls. I've never cum so hard in my life than with you three. You've made your Queen happy." Victori leaned over from where she was on the bed, placing a soft and gentle kiss on the lips to Margaret next to her, before rolling over to Poppy and doing the same. All three girls giggled with glee. "As for you Isabella, perhaps I can return the favor? I feel like a special night."

Oh thank the Gods! I've been blessed tonight, thought Isabella. Not only had she finally seen Prince Henry naked for the first time and witnessed his delicious cock, but the Queen wanted to do something she hadn't done in awhile. Since her pregnancy had progressed, and though nightly they had all joined in coitus without break, a special night was becoming rare indeed. "My Queen, I would be delighted!"

"Stand up then while I perform the ritual. Girls, while you lie next to me, you may as well nurse."