Which one do you think will look best?" Sarene said. She stood naked in her room in Iadon's castle. On the bed before her she had laid out three dresses, each a unique colour and design.
"I think the yellow one would fit you quite well, my lady." Ashe floated next to her, bobbing slightly as he spoke.
"How about the blue one? Shuden likes to wear blue, right?" Sarene and Shuden were going to the night's ball together, and the princess was in the process of choosing her clothes for the occasion. She wasn't really in the mood for dancing and mingling, but she felt it was an important opportunity to get her hands on some much needed intel.
"If you think the Baron will wear blue, I specifically recommend against choosing that one. I think it would be better to choose a complimenting colour, my lady."
Sarene tapped her cheek in thought. The last few days had left her with little energy or will to concern herself with fashion. Hrathen had made her life into such a puzzle, not to mention the countless other pressing matters she was juggling. She really needed some stress relief.
Moving away from the dresses on the bed, Sarene, out of habit, picked up a syre from her desk. She gave it a quick flick, feeling its weight in her hand.
Yes. This was it, this was what she needed.
In a flowing motion, Sarene moved away from the desk, sweeping her feet across the floor as she brought the fencing sword forward in a thrust. She whirled around, the blade gliding through the air with a mighty force. It gave off a whistling sound as she swung forward.
As she neared the far wall, the princess spun to face back into the room again. She cut through the air, transitioning between resting stances. At first the moves she chose were more for show, and would not do much good in a real duel. But as she got into it, her breathing quickened, Sarene moved to more aggressive gestures.
She skidded through the room, stepping quickly as she slashed with pressition; blocking or attacking blows only visible to her. She jumped onto her bed, moving her blade to protect her feet as she did so.
In a short hop she was on the other side of the bed, and she bounced into the air again. Her bare feet swirled around as Sarene spun in the air. She landed on her left foot, reaching out with the other to stabilise herself. She extended her sword forward, as she rolled her body to the side, planting both her feet on the ground.
Sarene stood in a stable stance, facing down her own image in the full body mirror in front of her. The tip of her syre was a mere inch away from the reflective glass surface.
The blood rushed through her, her breathing quick. She studied herself, her lanky body flushed red, glittering with perspiration. Her arms and legs were long and skinny, they seemed out of proportion to her. Her neck was long and thin, breasts splayd widely – as if her nipples were afraid of eachother – her stomach flat, and hips curveless.
This, she thought, was the source of so many of her problems. This was why no man had wanted her. Her personality they could put up with, but only if they got something for it.
As a young girl she had not felt shame or dissatisfaction with how she looked – something that was apparently quite unusual – but as the years went by and fewer and fewer opportunities for courtship came about, Sarene had begun to worry.
Now that her marriage to Raoden too had gone awry, she had little hope of ever marrying, or of indulging in the pleasures a union would bring.
"My lady," Sarene was roused from her self-despair by the voice of her seon. "Lord Shuden has arrived to collect you, my lady." he said.
"Oh Domi, I got distracted!" Sarene said. She rushed back over to her bed, looking the dresses over. She was covered in sweat, her hair was tousled and messy, she could not go ro a ball looking like this.
Still, there wasn't much choice, she was out of time, and her escort was here to gather her. In a moment's decision, Sarene pulled on her fencing suit, tying it as she moved to pick up one of the dresses. She chose the yellow one, draping it over her arm as she pulled on a cloak, and rushed out of her room.
She sprinted out of the castle gate, and jumped up into the carriage, closing the door behind her. Shuden stared at her with a befuddled look, his face a mix of confusion and surprise.
"This is quite a… unique outfit, my lady." he said, his voice unsure.
"I got a bit carried away with some fencing training, and forgot the time. I have a dress with me," she held the garment up to show him, "but I haven't bathed, so I didn't want to put it on."
"Right," he still seemed uncertain how to approach her. "And you were planning to get clean how?"
"Well," Sarene said, hesitating slightly as she went over her options. "Maybe I could find a bath in Diolen's mansion. Maybe you could help me sneak into it."
"I… That is quite the task for a simple bath, don't you think."
"Perhaps, lord Shuden, but you must recognise I cannot arrive at a ball in this condition."
"Right," he said, studying her shambolic form. "I will help you find a bath, lady Sarene. I reckon it won't be too difficult, the guests will likely be quite distracted by the party's pleasantries."
They soon pulled up to the manor, but they stopped before they reached the gate, not wanting their carriage to be seen by the other guests. They snuck in, covered by the mass of people milling about, cloaks pulled tightly to cover their features.
Once inside, they broke off from the crowds, moving up the stairs rather than into the dance hall. They ducked down as they made their way along a balcony overlooking the party below. Intricate dresses and suits mingled, moving and spinning as they danced and ate and gossiped.
Up another set of stairs, and Sarene and Shuden came into a long corridor, doors interrupting the uniform stone walls at regular intervals.
"It should be somewhere here, I think," Shuden whispered. "Now we just need to figure out which door it is."
They went down the corridor, looking for what might be a bathroom. Sarene didn't know how he had come about it, but Shuden seemed to have an idea of the layout of the place.
After a few fruitless tries – a study, a small kitchen, a storage room, and a library – they found a marbled room with a large tub set into the floor. It was, surprisingly, lit by a set of lanterns, one on each wall, giving the room a warm light.
"Well, that was unexpectedly easy," Sarene said. Just then there was a sound further down the corridor, and to voices in hurried conversation moving toward them.
"Quick, get it," Sarene said, pushing shuden before her, then closing and locking the door behind them. A moment later steps could be heard outside the door. "Wow, this is quite the bathroom."
"No time to lose. I would like to get to the party, if I may be so forthright." Shuden gave her a little apologetic look.
"Right," Sarene said, walking over to the tap, starting to fill the roomy tub with warm water. She saw Shuden turn away as she started to untie her fencing suit. She hadn't put on underwear – though she rarely wore any while fencing – so undressing was a quick matter. She stepped into the tup, feeling the warm water on her body.
When she had gotten herself into the water, she moved over to the tub, stopping the flow. She began rubbing her body, trying to remove the sweat from her skin.
"Domi, I didn't bring any soap," Sarene said. "Do you see any around?"
Shuden looked around for a moment, carefully avoiding Sarene. "Found some," he said as he moved to retrieve it. He kept his eyes high as he came up to her, holding out the soap for her.
"Oh, come on, Shuden," Sarene said, giving him a wry smile, "You can look at my body, surely you are not so prude."
"I don't think it would be appropriate for a baron to look at the prince's wife as she is bathing. In fact I don't think it is appropriate for me to be here at all."
"Well, then, what does it matter? If you already broke one rule, why not another? Besides, I doubt Raoden will mind. And I certainly don't."
"Princess, I don't think—"
"Come on," Sarene rose, standing in the tub, this revealed her upper body fully to Shuden, if only he would look her way. "Don't you want to join me? I know you don't want a relationship, but surely your body still has urges. With me you can please those, without any bonds."
Finally Shuden looked at her. His eyes were wide, taking her in, but he held himself back. Of course he might have been more perplexed by her words, than impressed at her body.
"Princess Sarene, I think this is—"
"Just this once," she pead, "I really need this. Please."
His eyes wandered over her, exploring from tip to toe – or at least what he could spy through the water. Then he sighed, giving her a slight smile. "I guess I need this too," he said.
It took the baron far longer to undress. His garb was layered and complex – an exotic kind, likely from JinDo. Clothes off, Sarene was presented with a toned, athletic body, smooth, yet moscled.
He was, at Sarene's guess, about average in size, though she was hardly a good judge. She had in fact never seen a naked man before, other than her father when she was young, and the drawings in educational books – drawings she had treasured deerly in her youth.
Shuden joined her in the tub, splashing as he made his way in. He moved stiffly as he approached her, clearly unsure how to proceed.
"You have quite the body, lord baron," Sarene said, touching her fingers to Shudens chest as she moved up to him. "I didn't quite understand what the other women saw in you, but I was clearly mistaken."
"You are very fine yourself, Sarene," he complimented, looking up at her – he was almost a head shorter than she. Despite his apprehension, he got into it quickly. He placed one arm around her, moving the other along her stomach to end up at her breast.
Delicately he took it into his hand, slowly running his thumb over her erect nipple as he squeezed lightly. "Very fine indeed," he whispered, tilting them both into the water.
Now laying down in the bath, Sarene reached for Shuden's penis, taking into her hand. She moved over the sensitive skin, stroking her palm against the baron in a slow motion.
"There is something I must tell you," Shuden said, sounding hesitant. "I am afraid I am cursed with quite a lacking stamina. I will not go long if you treat me like this."
"Then let's get straight to it," Sarene said. "Take me, and we will get to enjoy release together."
Shuden gave her a smile, then he lifted her out of the water, setting her on a rim of the tub, just below the water's surface. Sarene pulled her legs up, spreading them for Shuden to move in between. She reached her hand down, opening her lower lips for him.
Shuden went in easily – made certain, if not by her active sparing, by the many lonesome nights Sarene had had to endure. She had gotten quite experimental, of course starting off with her own fingers, but quickly moving on to all kinds of vegetables, utensils, and even furniture. Her favourite object to pleasure herself with, before leaving Teod, had been the rounded end of her bedpost.
The JinDo's penis was something very different however. For one, he was warm and soft in a way she was unfamiliar with. Secondly, he moved all on his own, and though it was not a complex pattern by any means, the fact that she didn't do it herself gave the movement a measure of unpredictability.
It was more than a little pleasurable, and both she and Shuden were quickly huffing and puffing as they grinded against each other. Sarene heard herself whimper, Shuden groaning above her, and at that moment Sarene realised how much she had truly been lacking this experience.
She felt as if a part of her, taken from birth, had been restored, without her knowing it was missing. There was something in the warmth and closeness of a real person that her bedpost, or any other object, could give her. It was ecstatic.
Shuden shifted slightly, pulling himself out. Sarene was about to protest, but the baron lifted her out of the bathtub, laying her on the marble floor. It was cold and the princess arched her back at the feeling. A second later Shuden entered her again, hugging her body, forcing her back to the chilly floor again.
The juxtaposition of the warm body above her and the icy stone below made Sarene shiver. She cried out at the flurry of sensation overtaking her body.
Shuden pulled out again, his face told of worry.
"I am sorry, Sarene," Shuden said, "I am at my limit." And, with two jerks of his hand, he spilled himself over Sarene's body.
Despite his lacking longevity, the barron's volume proved to be quite impressive. He shot out across her stomach, cloddy spreading far in all directions, one shot even reaching her breast. Most of the liquid pooled at her navel, but much stuck in her puffy tufft of blond hair.
Sarene was stunned at what she had just witnessed. Of course, she had read – quite extensively – about the male orgasm, and yet she had not expected such force. Shuden fired far and wide, that was not something the textbooks had described.
"Wow," Sarene couldn't help herself, she was truly impressed.
"Sorry, princess," Shuden said. "I can keep going; just a moment." He laid down on his back next to her, exhausted.
Sarene lay staring at her body, too intrigued by the moment to complain at the lack of friction within her. Her belly heaved as she breathed heavily. She was glossed with seed.
The princess had had many ideas about what sex would be like – how it would feel, how it would sound, with whom she would ingage in it, what feelings it would bring her. She had dreamt of a moment like this for as long as she had known it was something to dream of. And yet, there was something about it all that profoundly surprised her.
Sure, this was not the exact scenario she had imagined. She had fantasised about a marriage with most men in court back in Teod, and most recently with prince Raoden, and had gone through the motions of intercours with them all in her mind. But it was not simply the lack of romance that she had not foreseen. The whole engagement, the act itself, was far more simplistic than she had expected.
Sex had seemed like such a complex procedure. Something approached very carefully, with tact and thought. And now it turned out it was a much simpler matter. You just did it.
Slowly Sarene rose, her drive returning as her daze subsided. She moved over to Shuden, kneeling over him. She straddled his body, one leg on either side of the baron's chest, staring into his face.
As Shuden looked up at her, a smile spread across his countenance. "I am ready, lady Sarene," he said.
Sarene moved back, lifting herself up slightly to let Shuden's quickly hardening member slide under her. She lined them up, nut to bolt, and lowered her pelvis.
She sighed as she was filled once again, the Shuden-shaped hole left within her finally plugged again. She moved up, letting him slide out of her till only his tip was still inside. Then she sank down again, meeting lap to lap.
Shuden moved against her, grinding their hips together. He placed his hands on her hips, guiding her movements as she slumped down onto the baron's chest.
Once again stimulated, the princess quickly neared her release. The pressure built up within her, coursing through her body. It felt like lightning within, shooting through her, spreading out through her fingers and toes.
Sarene quivered as orgasm took her. Losing the strength in her arms, she fell onto Shuden, gasping in ecstasy. She felt herself clench around his erection, her insides spasming involuntarily.
The baron suddenly moved, turning them around so that he was on top. He quickly pulled out of Sarene, and just in the nick of time. Once again he released across her stomach, adding to the glaze.
Despite already having ejaculated once, the baron's load was plentiful this time as well. It seemed just as thick and voluminous as it spread out across Sarene's midriff.
"I am sorry, Sarene," Shuden said, crouching between Sarenes splayed legs. "I don't think I can go again."
"I…" Sarene could barely speak, so full with delight. "It's okay, I—"
Before she had time to finish her sentence, Shuden had lifted her hips, burying his face in her lower lips. His tongue reached into her vulva, reigniting the lulling orgasm into new sparks of pleasure.
Sarene cried out, shivering under the touch of Shuden's tongue. He lifted her up, as he licked and sucked, only her upper back and head still on the marble.
Shuden moved up, taking her clitoris into his lips. He sucked on it, lapped at it with his tongue. The princess was left unable to keep her whimpers and moans back as she reached another orgasm.
She was swept into a euphoric storm, overtaking her entire mind. She gave out a shriek, and suddenly the baron's hand was over her mouth. She struggled to breath as the moment took her, she wriggled and jerked, body out of her control.
Shuden slowly brought her back down to the floor. His face was wet and dripping with Sarene's liquids. His expression was one of both astonishment and fascination.
Laying prone, Sarene basked in her glorious post-peak elation. She hadn't the energy to move or talk. She closed her eyes, calming her breathing. As she came back down to reality, she gave a deep sigh.
"Shuden…" Sarene was out of breath, she could hardly speak. "That was wonderful." She looked up at the baron, kneeling before her. He smiled.
"It was my pleasure, princess," he said.
"Oh no, it certainly was mine, my lord." At that he laughed. "And for it you must be rewarded. Please, tell me what you want to do next. And don't hold back! I'm up for anything."
Shuden's eyes wandered over her hungrily, but he still seemed to hold himself back.
"To be as bold as you suggest," he said. "If it is all right by you, I would love to know what it would feel like within your striking bust."
Sarene was dumbfounded. Her chest was what she thought least attractive about herself. They were fair in size, true, but without her clothing to keep them together, they splayed out in a way she found most unappealing.
And yet, Shuden had named her foremost misfortune as his most desired price. It made her heart flutter, despite herself.
"If that is what you wish," she said.
Shuden nodded, then he scurried up toward her, straddling her ribcage. He squatted over her, his hardening penis touching down in the wide valley between the princess' breasts.
As the baron started moving, Sarene pushed her breasts together, creating a snug fit for his erection. Sarene watched with fascination as the shaft rhythmically moved in and out, the glossy head peeking out as it came close to her face, foreskin rolling back.
"It is kind of cute, you know," Sarene said, showing him an impudent grin.
Shuden only huffed in response as he bent down over her, steadying himself with his arms.
"Princess," the baron said, "I must say, your chest feels even more wonderful than it looks. I am afraid I am nearing my limit again."
"You are very charming, my lord," Sarene said. "I am humbled by your words, and bid you do as you wish to reach pleasure."
Even as she spoke, Shuden rose once again, thrusting a few final times before he reached climax. Sarene turned her face away as the baron fired his seed, even this time with some force. It plattered against her chin, much collecting in her jugular notch.
As he came, Shuden kept moving. He coated her collar and sternum, semen running out across ker skin. Despite Sarene's efforts, some made its way onto her face. It felt warm as it clung to her chin.
Shuden made his way off of the princess, slumping down on the marble next to her. He seemed drained of energy. And perhaps of something else as well.
Rising to her knees, Sarenes body brotested, bones and muscles hurting from being in the same position for too long. She moved over to the baron as he lay sprawled, trying to find control of his breathing.
Sarene felt the seed drip, and run down her body as she moved. Behind her, on the stone, she left small splotches of the white-ish fluid.
"Come on, Shuden," Sarene said. "I need one more go. This last bit has made me inflamed anew."
Shuden didn't respond. He laid still, breathing heavily.
Sarene took him into her hand, moving slowly across the shaft. The baron gave an uncomfortable moan at the touch. She moved faster, hoping to bring his penis back to life. It did not seem to work, the phallus was still soft and shrunken.
Domi, Sarene thought, though it was probably not the most appropriate reaction to invoke God's name. Still, it was an unfortunate situation.
Then an idea hit her.
If it worked so well when he did it, maybe…
She laid down on her stomach, face at the baron's lap. Before now, she had not quire reflected upon the scents of sex. Normally she would not describe what she smelled as pleasant. Yet, at this very moment, there was no odour she would rather have felt.
The princess opened her lips, taking Shuden into her mouth.
He tasted slightly salty, fleshy. It wasn't unpleasant, just like any other skin. There was however a pleasant warmth to it, filling, captivating. She sucked at it lightly.
The baron gave another groan, this one more pleading. Sarene moved her tongue around, slowly lapping at the still-soft penis. She licked the head, tasting more of the salt there.
Without warning, Sarene's mouth was suddenly invaded by a warm, gooey spurt of liquid. It was not forceful, but was quickly followed by another. She hadn't realised until now how truely drained Shuden had been. He oozed more than spurted as he emptied, what she guessed was, his final stores.
Those stores were, however sedate, quite generous. The princess' mouth was quickly filling, and at a lack of options, she began to swallow.
When the flow finally seized, Sarene released the penis, letting it fall back down between Shuden's legs. At this point the baron seemed completely devoid of vitality, and Sarene realised that this would have to be the end.
She pulled him with her into the bathtub, the water now cooled. She took the soap they had found before, carefully cleaning both Shuden and herself. If she had known what a struggle removing sperm from her hair would be, Sarene would have told Shuden to ame away from her pubic bush.
Still, she got them both clean, then dry, and finally back into their clothes. Though this time Sarene wore the dress she had brought.
Even so, she realised they would still have to sneak out. The couple had not been seen arriving at the party, and Shuden seemed in no condition for festivities.
So, she wrapped them both in their cloaks once more, carefully crept out the way they came. The corridor was empty, and, since the party was already in full swing, the entranceway was sparsely populated.
As she closed the carriage door behind her, and they started rolling down the road, Sarene looked over her near-unconscious companion.
Maybe he will survive one more round before we get back to the castle, she thought.