The Wicked Tower Pt. 02

"Not so fast, Vel." Naevia stood and looked up at her brother. His posture was the same, his face the same, his eyes the same stormy blue they'd always been. He looked every bit the teenager he was. But also, he didn't. There was something more compelling about him. "We haven't seen each other all day. Would you have a few moments for me? I very much would like ..." She touched his arm as she spoke and lost her train of thought. A tingling warmth spread from her fingertips down her arm. For some unknown reason, butterflies flapped in her belly. "... to talk."

Uncomfortable as he was, Vel couldn't say no to Naevia. His cock would just have to wait a few hours more. They held hands, as they often did, as they walked out of the room.

Behind Brynhild the fire roared. She nodded to herself as the servants moved in to remove their dishes. The wind was wise. Things were already in motion.

~~

The library stood at the top of the east tower. The stairs spiraled up and up to reach it. The rooms up there had once been part of a fortification, but the previous lineage of dukes had not seen a need for defense. Of course, that was one of their failings.

"Let me read to you." Naevia let go of Vel's hand as they entered the library and walked off to fetch a book. The warmth in her arm lingered. The library shelves went up several levels, with platforms and ladders to help browsers find their selection. But Naevia knew what she wanted. A tome on a lower shelf. She retrieved it and on her way back she closed the library door. It didn't matter. Vel and Naevia were usually the only ones interested in reading. "The Beating Heart of Elltreus."

"Ugh. A romance?" Vel sat on the sofa, removed his sandals, and kicked his feet up sideways. He watched his sister jump up with him and sit with her legs perpendicular to his, her knees bridging over his thighs. She opened the book, bit her lip as she searched for the right chapter, and then flipped the brittle old pages. Much to his horror, Vel felt his cock rise as the bottoms of her curving thighs rubbed against the tops of his. He should have excused himself before this for some relief. But it would be okay. His robes would conceal him.

Naevia read, but her mind was elsewhere. She was intensely aware of the heat rising up from her brother. Something was definitely happening. It was like the night before the Liberalia Festival the year she'd come of age. Her tummy churned with pure excitement. But she didn't know why. It was the same old brother below her. After a while, she became aware that the book had turned racy. As a man escorted a woman toward a protected glade in the story, her vagina gushed. Why had the story affected her so? One hand left the book and settled on her brother's thigh. She gasped and put down the book.

"What's wrong?" Vel had been trying to think of his favorite ball game, Harpastum, to ignore the aching in his balls and what felt like a massive erection. When she dropped the book, he looked down. His mouth dropped when he saw that his robes looked like a tent. Apparently, there was no hiding his cock anymore. He looked up to Naevia's wide eyes and saw that, never the fool, she'd noticed his cock, too.

"I've ... been thinking." Naevia gripped his thigh tighter. Nothing had ever made her feel how she felt at the sight of the outline of that thing under Vel's robes. "If you ... um ... need to bed a woman as part of some ... noble duties, would you know what to do?" The book slid off her lap and hit the tile floor with a thud. The torches guttered in their sconces as a breeze moved through the library. "I mean ... I have no formal training. I've kissed boys ... and fooled around some ..." She leaned closer to him and reached for the fasteners on his robes.

"Naevia ... don't ..." Vel's lungs burned as he held his breath. He watched her fingers work on his clothes, and her pretty face go pliant.

"If I can help you, Vel. If I can ... oh, my." She spread his robes wide and found the thing pressed against his tunic. There was a wet spot on the fabric above where the head pulsed. She could see the thing bounce slightly to Vel's heartbeat. He offered no further protest, so she lifted the tunic. "Oh gods, Vel. It's beautiful." The head curved out quickly to its flange and was an intense, pinkish red. Clear fluid slowly leaked from the top. The shaft was long and thick, crisscrossed with purplish veins. She could see the whole thing move with Vel's heart. "What should I do with it?" Her hands moved toward it, but stopped and rested on his hips instead of doing what her impulses commanded.

"The gods wouldn't ... I mean, can you imagine if our poor mother saw us?" He couldn't think straight. The aching intensified. He needed release, and Naevia, with her freckles, innocent green eyes, and adoring expression, was the most beautiful thing in the world. "What do you want to do?" He watched her pale hands inch toward his cock.

"I'll just touch it. I know how to do that." Her hands felt so small as she ran her fingernails gently over his veins. Little shocks of electricity nearly made her cry out. She then wrapped her fingers as far round the thing as they'd go and pumped him. She could fit both hands easily on the shaft with room for a third, and maybe even a fourth. "This is a leviathan, Vel," she whispered. Her hands became slick with his fluid and she now noticed the wet sounds they made in that vast circular room.

"Is my cock ... so ... odd?" Looking down at her work, he barely recognized his sweet sister or his cock. His penis had always been a long, pale slender thing. Now it was both colorful and fat.

"Yes," Naevia breathed. She glanced up at his face and saw concern mixed with pleasure there. Her body vibrated with the knowledge that she was giving him this pleasure. Even if he was her brother, she wanted to be the one to do this for him. She had always been tightly tied to his happiness. "I mean ... I've seen a few and they were like yours. But much ... less so ... if that makes sense." She smiled when he nodded and his face eased into something that looked like pure elation. "Are you close?" Her hands pumped harder. "I want to make you do it, Vel. With my hands. In my hands." She looked down at his swollen balls. They seemed an order of magnitude bigger than those of anyone else she'd fooled around with.

"I want that, too. Oh ... Naevia ... your hands are ... perfect ... but I'm not yet close." He leaned back on the sofa, his head propped on a pillow so that he could watch her work. Her stola was modest, but he found himself watching the slight jiggle of her boobs under the fabric as her thin arms worked him hard.

"Well, then ..." A smile crept onto her pink lips. "I shall redouble my efforts, Your Grace." She said it with a playful, sarcastic lilt. Mighty cock or not, this was still her gentle Vel. And she did enjoy ribbing him from time to time. Even with her hands on him, it seemed. Naevia worked him for a long time. Her arms grew tired, but she persisted out of sheer joy and dedication. She needed to see him explode.

"Perhaps ... your mouth ... Naevia?" Vel was beside himself with pleasure. He wanted the moment to go on into eternity, but he also wanted to reach the ecstatic promise of the end.

She glanced up into his eyes, cocked her head at him like he was crazy, and then looked back down at the pinkish head. An awful lot of that clear precum leaked out of him. Did she really want to touch that stuff with her tongue? Her pussy turned from a spring to a geyser at the thought. "Maybe ... just ... a little." She stopped pumping, held him fast, and licked along the curve of his head. It was salty, pungent, and delightful. Her hands resumed pumping, and she licked again and again. If the Naevia of yesterday could have seen herself twenty-four hours later she would have fainted, she thought. Then she realized Fortinbras had been right about them after all. But she pushed that thought far away. "Finish for me ... Vel. I want to feel it ... please," she said between licks.

"I'm ... close." Vel's whole body tensed. He gripped the cushions tightly. He watched his beautiful sister lean back from his cock, but continue her pumping. He knew she wouldn't want to get covered in his stuff, but still he was disappointed she wasn't closer to receive at least some of his cum. "Aaaaaaaahhhhhhhh."

"Oh, my." Naevia had thought she was safe at arm's length, but the eruption, like the rest of Vel, far surpassed her experience with men. Long white ropes shot into the air again and again. The hot, salty stuff landed on her arms, on her stola, and her face. She closed her eyes and let it fall. She had never felt closer to anyone than she did as she let Vel cover her with his stuff. It was a while before he finished, but eventually he quieted, although he was still hard in her hands. She marveled at that, but released him and wiped at her eyes. When she'd cleaned them enough, she opened her eyelids and was greeted by the happiest smile she'd ever seen. She beamed back at Vel. "You've made a mess of me."

"Oh ... sorry." Vel's smile faded.

"No, silly." She wiped the stuff from her nose and upper lip. She could taste the salt on her lips. "It's okay. I mean ... it's not okay. But ..." She searched for some way to fit this into the general contours of the world she knew. "But was this helpful for you? In case you should need to please a woman?" Her face fell a little. "Or, I mean, let her please you?"

"Very helpful, yes." Vel nodded his head earnestly.

"Okay ... okay ..." She looked around, getting her bearings. "Okay, I'm going to race to the bath."

Vel realized the problem. What a shocking scandal should anyone see her. And she had such a long way to go. "How can I help?"

"Clean up here." Naevia stood on shaky legs and tried not to touch anything. She trotted to the door and stopped. "And never tell anyone about this."

"Of course. Goodnight, Naevia." He watched her round, shapely backside swish away in her stola. Vel leaned back and exhaled. Crazy on top of crazy. Something had clearly been done to him, and Vel was no fool. He would confront the sorceress as soon as he had a chance. In the meantime, he needed to clean the evidence of his misdeeds with his sister.

~~

The Port Syndicate stood in a line in the duke's reception room. Seven bulky men in stained tunics making their case for control of the fifth pier. Vel sat on the olivewood seat that had been his brother's and father's not long ago. The chair was intricately carved with kraken, ships, and giant stingrays. To his left sat the duchess, his mother. She poked him when it looked like he might doze off. The lead man for the syndicate drawled on and on about ancient dockside rights and precedence.

Vel's head lifted when a servant raced in carrying a roll of papyrus. The syndicate man stopped his petition and turned to look. The servant delivered the roll to Cassia, bowed, and stood by.

"Who delivered this?" Cassia examined the seal. It looked very much like a crude rendering of the Tullius sign of cephalopod and spear. She showed the wax mark to her son.

"It came by pigeon moments ago, Your Grace." The servant looked at the ground, her dark hair shielding her face.

"We have heard your words and will consider the matter of the fifth pier closely," Cassia's brow knitted as she stared at the seal.

"But, Your Grace ..." One of the syndicate men started in again but no one listened.

Vel let the man drone on. He looked over at the concerned look on his mother's face as she broke the seal. He looked back to the men. It was clear Vel needed to say something. "I'm sorry to interrupt, but we have heard enough today. You will have our ... I mean, my answer soon. Now, excuse us."

The men bowed grumpily and left the room. With a nod the servant left with them.

When they were alone, Vel turned back to his mother. He stood immediately when he saw the tears had returned to her eyes as she read. He put his hand on her trembling shoulder. "What is it?"

"Your father, Vel." Cassia looked up at her gentle son with her soft, brown eyes. "He's alive. He's alive and hiding in Kart Hadasht."

Vel slumped back into his carved chair. Was the seat still his? He could see the joy on his mother's face. This was good. Maybe he wouldn't have to be a duke after all. A smile spread on his face, too.