Ch: 258 Rock Out With Your C*ck Out
Down in the workshop, while her hosts were exercising in the garden, Gabbie took her Left Hand to task, while he got dressed in his cell.
“...not killing anyone, anyone at all, without my explicit permission! No maiming either… I see that look in your eye!” She fussed, while straightening his collar; that always made him blush, ever since they were children, so naturally she did it regularly.
“Now, we are taking a bath together, no backtalk. You are my guardian… and the only person from home, besides George, now that Spider has fled home. You must accompany me and I want a bath… You will be allowed to wash my back as a reward.” She said with a girlish giggle.
She failed to note his even brighter flush, and trembling, ghostly pallor a moment later. Gabbie was already on the stairs, still chattering happily in a way that terrified and excited her dour, silent guardian.
“Becky washed my back last night, it was a revelation. I wonder what it would feel like to scrub yours… you have so many muscles…” She fell silent for a moment and then started quietly singing that silly barbarian folk song she’d always had on her perfect, dusky lips.
Rub-a-dub-dubby,
Rubber duckie, you're so fine…
And I'm lucky that you're mine.
Rubber duckie, I'm awfully fond of you!
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Morning came early at the palace, as people streamed in and out, dressed in the colors of War, Order and the Messenger’s guild. Riders hurtled in every direction from War’s stables outside the uplands gate, just as the pigeon cotes of the palace were busy as beehives.
“Ducal signet message, my duke.” Mistress Shenko announced, as she passed him the sealed scroll tube. “The seal of duke Siong Wen…” She said with a sly smile.
“Oh?” He asked eagerly.
“This was brought by a guild courier, your grace. You will need to find another way to vex him.” She answered with a smile.
“That is hardly your place, mistress Shenko!” He replied with an elaborate sniff of disdain, in a shitty impression of the lisping accents of the local nobility.
“Apologies, my duke, but duchess Celeste is sleeping late, she claims to be…” She coughed indelicately, while glaring at her liege lord with matronly irritation.
“Forgive the indelicacy, my lord, Her grace’s precise words were: ‘I’m currently trapped under the massive weight of his latest folly.’ I believe the duchess was referring to your unborn son.”
Leopold sighed happily and cracked the wax seal on his scroll tube. “So we’re at the ‘I’m suddenly too big to move’ phase already?” He muttered, with a lascivious smile slowly spreading over his bluff, scarred face.
“I’m afraid so, my lord… I will warn the staff to knock before entering the ducal chambers… and the haybarn.” She answered wryly. “Which the duchess wished you to know she will be inspecting personally, shortly after mid day.”
“Hmmm, clear my schedule for an hour or two after lunch… something’s come up at the stables.”
“I was instructed to firmly admonish you to keep yourself and ‘that thing’, far away from her ladyship in this delicate and trying time.” The mistress of his household scolded her duke and scowled at him… “I’ll block out two and a half hours.”
He unrolled his scroll, still grinning and smirking in anticipation. “Oh… things just keep getting better!” He nearly sang, as he slid the parchment over to his mistress of household and spies.
“The shameful antics of your grace and her eminence the duchess aside…” She muttered, as he read the scroll and a smile spread across her face as well.
“Oh, my… I’ll show this to her grace…” Shenko muttered, once she was back in character, displaying her trademark disapproving frown.
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The long, marble and gilt foyer and waiting room echoed with the soft tread of Orreth’s slippers, as he searched the palace for his missing lord. In a subtly dignified panic, he’d slipped through all of the chambers of the residence and even the servant’s quarters… In the secure wing, he passed the indentured guardians, rigid at their stations and unbothered. Finally, the forbidden portrait room was all that remained. In desperation he unlocked the door and carefully stepped over the complex and very delicate magical array encircling the room.
Kurdvald Erasmus, sixteenth of his line, Duke of Port Erasmus, Jewel of the south coast was found at dawn, slumped in his magical portrait conference chamber. His blotchy face forever frozen in an excited, ecstatic, horrified smile; one hand clutching his heart, still and cold, the other down his pants, gripping the bloody, ragged shreds of his exploded genitals.
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Gary and Shai finished their morning workout and cultivation session on a high note, since Amy was singing lead on a fierce rendition of ‘Eye Of The Tiger’, with the shadow band and her brothers. They sparred in the garden, battling across the lawn in a swaying dancelike trance, where combat and romance seemed interchangeable.
She would bend him into an awkward position, catch him out with her paired blades and steal a kiss, while he tried to defend his virtue. A minute later, the boy skittered across the lawn clutching his backside, after a stinging swat from her practice weapon’s split bamboo blade.
His weapon flickered between staff, spear, sword and maul, in a hopeless attempt to confound the more skilled and experienced warrior… Her distracting cleavage and hips were no help at all!
When Gary was a twitching, horny, bruised wreck on the turf, she had Tallum drag him away for a bath. She stalked the yard, gazing hopefully at the watching friends and family, switching her practice swords back and forth, the way an agitated housecat twitches her tail.
“Be there anyone whae wants tae spar wi poor Shai?” She cooed, trying to sound tired and helpless.
“Rolf will!” Angie called from the breakfast table on the patio.
Ester patted Gary on the shoulder, as he was dragged past her seat. “She really gave you a pounding… I knew Iliked her!” The unicorn cooed happily, at his exhausted, battered form. “Don’t you dare hurt her, Rolf!” She scolded the stocky young knight in bright, silvery chainmail.
“Hurt her? Gods, you’re optimistic.” He grumbled gently at his familiar and friend. “Take those bells off please, journeyman Shai… I’d rather not contest with your hips.”
“Certainly she will not, you brute!” Angie catcalled her sister and boyfriend. “Dance him ragged, please. He’s going to be a handful otherwise.”
Rolf drew a padded cudgel and a small shield from the weapon rack by the gardenia arbor and sighed like a man going to his own execution, as he saluted his opponent. The rest was furious movement and clashing wood against steel.
Her swords sailed at his midsection, battering his shield and club to the tune of ‘Cider Pressin’ Reel’. She tricked him with a shift into ‘Turkey In The Henhouse’ changing the footwork and time signature, but keeping the melody rolling off those swaying hips. Rolf caught a stinging swat to the shoulder as she twirled by, followed by a goose to his bottom, with the point of her shorter sword.
“Mind that! I’d not have him damaged!” Angie scolded her sister, with mocking severity and a twinkle in her eye. “That’s an unblemished flower!”
Rolf sighed, as the girls giggled and smiled through this trial, enduring their jibes with good grace until they both sank down onto a bench. Leaning on each other, side by side at the breakfast table, across from Angie and Ester. Once settled, Shai murmured softly to Angie.
“Ye hae never engaged in martial arts, sister… Ye should now. We begin yer instruction this evening.” Shai’s announcement brought a giggle of delight to Ester’s lips and a gleeful grin to Rolf’s.
“Shai!?” Angie gasped in desperation. “Me? Martial arts? But I’m… Oh… Right.” She looked down at her two knees and smiled sheepishly. “Will you and Luna instruct me?”
The red haired giantess seemed to mull that over for a moment, smiling blandly. “Nae, first tis unarmed combat ye should learn…” Her green eyes landed on Rolf with a devious grin sparkling on her face. “There be another teacher, he were best tae instruct thee.”
“Shai, you know that’s a bad idea.” Gunnar Singh said firmly, with a knowing smile. “I’ll take charge of her instruction. Rolf can assist me in advancing my own studies.”
Handsome and well groomed to the point of near supernatural perfection, the barber sipped his spiced tea with deep satisfaction. “Yes, this will be instructive for all of us!”
“An excellent notion, uncle Gunnar!” The burly young knight sighed with relief and anticipation. “Your physical and mental cultivation techniques are still miles beyond mine, I can use the coaching!”
Poor Angie sat there flummoxed, as her friends, family and boyfriend arranged her next few weeks for her. Irritation and annoyance warred with nervous tension, fear and anxiety, in a three way battle against her delight at spending more private time with her obstinate prey.
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The elusive boy had started sleeping in the barracks with his squires. She found only a vacant bedchamber, whenever she crept by for a snuggle and a bit of making him too excited to sleep. Not fair!
After breakfast, the family scattered to their daily tasks… leaving Angie, Ester, Rolf and two strangers in the bath together.
A young man of around twenty floated in the far corner; silent and supremely embarrassed, with a red hand tattooed on his left cheek. What an imperial Whisper was doing in the bath was a mystery, but he kept to himself and caused no trouble.
Nearby, a slim, dark skinned girl with a tight cap of black curls floated happily, at peace with the world. She drifted and bobbed in tranquil bliss for a while after the three entered the pool, eventually bumping head first into Ester’s small bosom.
“Hello, new human girl!” She chirped pleasantly, as she leaned over for a good sniff of the floating girl’s hair, as equines do. “I’m Ester! You must be Becky’s new sister, Gabbie!”
That opened the floodgates, as all three girls closed ranks and began chattering in tones inaudible to males. For some reason that made the silent young man suddenly even more tense and awkward.
The blonde knight slowly paddled over to the fellow and sighed. “Hello, I am Rolf, a friend of the family. Are you a messenger from the empire?” He asked pleasantly, in a hamfisted attempt to ease the tension. “Are you accompanying miss Gabbie?”
“Yes, I serve her will.” The awkward man answered.
“Is she an ambassadress, or a visiting cleric?” He asked mildly, since the girls were settling in together and only occasionally glancing their way. “It feels like they will be chatting for a while.”
“I cannot speak for my… mistress.” The fellow answered even more uncomfortably.
Rolf withdrew a few yards and settled back to watch three very different, very lovely, clever and lively women have a splendid bath among the flowers, bamboo and steam. The imperial could fend for himself.
Eventually the swirling female tempest overtook his corner of the pool and he was introduced to Gabbie, a traveling noble lady from the far Empire of Light. When all three sets of feminine eyes settled on the tattooed man, Gabbie spoke up clearly, with a note of command in her voice.
“Jocomo, you are to be my guardian, as such you must accustom yourself to the social niceties… Angie, Ester, sir Rolf, this is Jocomo, my guardian… who will be polite to my new friends.”
The man bowed silently, until his nose just touched the water. “I am Jocomo.”
“Well, that is an improvement!” Willow said cheerily, as she slipped through the curtain wearing only a smile. Smooth deeply tanned skin, sparkling brown eyes and long, lustrous brown hair clothed the beautiful dryad in exquisite natural beauty, until she sank into the waters with a sigh. Her glamor faded away, revealing an exquisite doll body of masterful craft and intricacy.
A face of carved diamond willow, shell fragments, precious stones and small bone tablets bearing complex markings, smiled at the humans. She bound her hair up in a bun, as her breasts became smooth wooden mounds with perky nipples of whorled script, inlaid in fine bronze wire and yet, still somehow sexy.
“May I call you Jocomo? Sweet pet?” She cooed happily, as she curled up in the young man’s arms.
“Lady Willow, you have already met?” Angie asked excitedly.
“Young Jocomo ‘introduced’ himself to me on the Dryad’s Willow Bridge, he was less polite at that meeting…” She answered smugly. “I have been instructing him in manners since then, with limited success. He harbors such mindless loyalty to his silly mortal empress…” The strange being turned her beautiful, uncanny face to Gabbie and smiled in surprise and delight.
“You are one of them, my dear.” She chirped and rustled in almost insectile pleasure, as she abandoned Jocomo for Gabbie. She swam swiftly, moving closer with an intense look on her alien features.
“One of our precious druids… you cannot hide from me… Which suggests you are no simple noblewoman taking the grand tour…”
Jocomo tried in vain to interpose himself between the empress and the dryad, and was summarily tripped, dunked and left half drowned in her wake. In a few heartbeats she was face to face with the dark, beautiful young woman.
“I would have you lie beneath my tree in the garden and dream a while, my dear… you are untainted by that silly boy’s smoldering filth.” She whispered to the empress.
“All the others have been touched by his unclean nature, even the little ones. You are so pure…”
“Willow, be nice!” Angie scolded the fearsome being of eldritch, ageless spirit and occult crafts. “Gabbie is Shai’s guest and Gary is my friend… and yours!”
Willow sighed woefully under her assault and backed up a pace. “Apologies, mortals… I am simply excited…” She cooed, while slowly drawing nearer to Gabbie again. “Jocomo… be nice, I will not harm anyone in this house.” She scolded the tattooed man, as he once more attempted to interpose himself between Gabbie and Willow.
“I answer to only one voice, lady Willow.” He replied firmly.
“Really? How deliciously tragic.” She whispered in tones suggesting quite the opposite emotion. “Gabbie, sweet Gabbie, the hidden empress of Light…” She giggled softly at the girl.
“This boy, your Jocomo… He’s completely, irrevocably in love with you, sweet Gabbie. Our poor Jocomo would die before he told you… But I’m upset with him, so he must suffer now.” She cooed merrily.
“He dreams of one day, when the inner hem of your robe passed over his fingertip, as he kneeled before you…” She cackled. “When he wakes from that dream, he’s always so hard, he can't kneel for anyone, not without digging a cockhole in the soil first!” She cackled, as he discovered new depths of shame’s darkest abyss to explore.
“Willow, perhaps…” Angie tried to intervene, before the fellow could actually perish of shame, but it was hopeless.
“He’s got a splendid dick… I’ve seen any number of cocks and his is top notch, empress.” Willow chirped. “His emissions are a bit troublesome, he spurts in his sleep, when I jostle those dreams of you. Very messy…”
“Willow!” Rolf gasped.
That drew her attention to another favorite target. “Rolf… have you pillowed my sweet Angie yet? Your seed spilt onto my leaves as well, when last you dreamt of her sweet face beneath my bower.” She cooed viciously.
“Really, lady Willow!” He sputtered, but in the bath, his protests went unheard.
“Boys…” Willow sighed to Ester.
“We are only nominally female, as spiritual beings… more or less, so we don’t really understand your genitals and emissions, beyond the fine feelings you emit when coupling.” Ester murmured happily.
“If it feels half as good to you humans, I don’t understand why you four aren’t in a wriggling pile of gleeful, penetrative, procreative bliss right now.”
“Ester…” Angie scolded her friend gently. “I’ve made my desires and pre-conditions known to sir Rolf… He will fuck me silly when he feels ready… or if I decide to simply take him.”
She paused, mulling something over, while her mortified beau gasped like a landed carp. “No, I’ll wait till he comes and presents me his sword in surrender, after all.”
“Angie!” Gabbie burst out giggling at her new friend’s salty talk. “I’m shocked at you!”
“I’m an orphan girl, Gabbie. If not for my duchess and my deformity, there’s a good chance I’d have been sold into sexual slavery before my first moon.” She answered calmly.
“Otherwise, my fate was to be a slave soldier, to fight and die in bondage…” Her tone was casual and calm, like deep cold waters, hiding deadly currents.
“Good fortune, good friends and my duchess’ open handed good nature has given me a chance at true freedom and happiness; something that we orphans and cripples normally never have.” Gabbie shifted awkwardly under the small woman’s fierce gaze, as did Rolf.
“I’ll speak plain, for those who cannot. Just as I will fight, fuck and die, free and loud… For my brothers and sisters who are still in bondage.” The small woman’s passionate zeal faded, as her new friend Gabbie finally noticed the leg jutting from the cubby with Angie’s clothes.
Willow followed Gabbie’s shocked, surprised eyes and sidled closer to the two girls, separating them from the boys.
“You men go compare penises, or something. We have things to discuss!” The dryad troublemaker giggled as she bustled the girls away to the far side of the pool with Ester.
“Come Angie, show Gabbie your stump. You mortals get so uncomfortable about these sorts of things, it’s just a pruning scar…”
“Yes, yes…” Gabbie murmured distractedly. “I’ve never seen such a thing before… neither a leg stump, nor any boy’s parts.”
Angie blanched for a heartbeat or two, then smiled at the look on Rolf’s face. Some things were worth stretching one’s boundaries for. “Yes, Gabbie… I’ll show you when the boys are done. We are sisters, after all.”
“Very funny Angie…” Rolf waved dismissively at his giggling boo, a few yards away with her new girlfriends.
“I would rather not compare.” Rolf muttered with a rueful laugh, turning back to Jocomo. “She’s… oh gods…” The young knight mumbled.
“Yes, you have a very nice dick, I’m sure… Please stop showing it to me…”
“Lady Willow ordered us to compare…” He said with absolute certainty. “Please show me your penis, sir Rolf.”
He glanced back to the girl’s side and saw their eyes, wide and shining through the mist and humiliation. “Show him please, he can’t not comply with my orders.” Gabbie giggled happily.
“Willow… I don’t like you very much at the moment.” Sir Rolf Belen, Knight and Cleric of Order’s divine church shouted at the eldritch being, sharing his bath.
“Well, we all like you very much, sir Rolf! Now show your new friend your genitals like a good boy, while we watch and giggle.” Willow said firmly.
“He showed you his already… fair is fair.” Angie sighed wistfully.
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Gabriella Rex, Empress of Light and Pontifex Obscura of Secret’s divine cult, watched in a mixture of horror, shock, excitement and delight, as Jocomo calmly held his boy parts above the water for inspection.
‘All this time… I could have just asked to see…?’ She wondered internally, as surprising feelings welled within her. Jocomo always had been there, her silent guard, servant, playmate and companion with Spider, her nurse and guardian. Together constantly, yet divided by duty and station…
She looked back on her years of gentle teasing and sweet mockery… and saw the cruelty of it. Now he stood, calmly showing himself to a stranger, by her thoughtless command. He stood there, willingly abasing himself so shamefully, with a sad, dutiful look in his eyes... The one that had always been there, all along.
“Angie… I feel…”
“Shush, dearie, it’s just getting good!” Ester murmured gleefully, as Angie placed a single finger to the empress’ lips, just as Becky had… silencing her.
With a put upon sigh, Rolf stood on the steps and fished his manhood out for public inspection.
“Oh! Oh my!” Lady Emma muttered in surprise, from the doorway.
“Yes, you are both very pretty…” Frank Pangbourne murmured happily at his friend and rival. “Who gets the blue ribbon in this dog show? Or is it to be a cockfight?”
“What, under the blessed light is going on here, Rolf?” Becky demanded. A moment later her gaze landed firmly on the trio of Angie, Ester and Willow. “You three troublemakers…” The high priestess began in amused irritation.
“God’s Rolf, put it down. Jocomo, you too!” She snapped.
“It’s great you two are pecker pals now… but if Gary and the kids come in while you two are jimmie jousting in his bath…”
‘Jimmie jousting’ was too much for Gabbie. She sobbed pitifully and fled the bath, scurrying into the upper reaches of the house still dripping and nude.
Becky glared at the lot of them and turned to chase after Gabbie. “Pools closed. Everybody get dressed.” She snapped on her way out.
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Becky held Gabbie and just rocked her for a while. She was never going to get the tears and snot out of her shift, but her brother would stitch her up a new one.
Wordless, trembling sobs wracked the slender young empress, laden with shame and guilt.
“I… shamed him so…” She blubbered helplessly. “Now I realize I’ve shamed myself…” She hiccuped, coughed and burped into Becky’s breast, her face completely buried in her younger sister. “Shamed too deeply to ever look at him again!” She wailed, lost in heartbreak and despair.
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“I think Becky is going to be busy for a while…” Emma said firmly. “Spit spot! Everybody out and dress…”
“Becky didn’t leave me in charge…” Emma grumbled at the seated people in the common room. “But since our hosts are away I feel duty bound to supervise you… I want to call you ‘young people’…” She sighed. “Lady Willow… Ester, could we have the room please… Frank, if you would keep these two out of trouble?”
“Lady Willow, lady Ester, if I might beg the pleasure of your company in the garden?” With a shrug, Frank dutifully led the two spirit beings away for a chat.
She turned on Angie when the elder beings were gone and giggled. “Really?” She demanded, before turning on Rolf with a wicked grin.
“Honestly, the whole situation was so socially awkward, I just complied…” Rolf grumbled unhappily. “A stranger was showing me his wedding tackle, for Order’s sake…” He glared fondly at Angie and sighed. “You got me with that ‘fair’s fair’ line…” He surprised himself with a bit of heat in his voice. “Fair’s fair…”
“Where is that other boy? The little black haired boy with the nice cock?” Emma asked, searching for him in vain.
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Jocomo watched from the shadows of a giant toadstool bureau, under a bookshelf fungus, as his nude empress wept in the arms of her new friend, the tiny harpist girl, Becky. He averted his gaze as best he could, while still doing his duty and guarding his empress, his beloved empress.
She sprawled in disarray across her small confidante, weeping into her bosom, for some reason only her radiance could guess.
Jocomo’s only certainty in this whole affair was that he would protect his empress and die in a manner that would hopefully not offend her.
Unbidden, his eyes fell back on the two young women, so alike as to be sisters, save that one was a barbarian apostate… The other was the empress of his heart, the moon in the night sky of his benighted soul.
His empress, his Gabbie, wept on and on blubbering about some man who had shamed her…
He listened abstractedly, ignoring most of their words to give them privacy in this tender moment. His ears sifted through the chatter, seeking only for a name or description, that he might butcher the fellow tonight and then hurl himself in the river to atone for his disobedience.
Unless he could contrive to have that giantess take his head… Dare he hope for a warrior’s death? Could her lauded hospitality stretch so far as that? One could only ask.
‘I’d wager that Shai’s witch would slay me, if I asked politely…’ He thought warmly. ‘No shame in dying at the hands of such a terrible creature.’
Sadly, the empress never revealed the identity of her mysterious antagonist… ‘That man will die, whoever he is…’ He thought, even more warmly than while contemplating his own end. ‘I will end him for making my Gabbie cry.’
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