Ella stared out over the city that lay below her, wishing for a breath of fresh air to blow away the doldrums of summer. Her father had court wizards at his beck and call, and surely he payed them more than enough for them to be able to conjure up a light breeze. She rolled over in her chaise onto her back, facing up towards the yellow and white striped awning that covered the balcony. At least up here, one of the highest points in the castle, she could stare out towards the eastern mountains in peace, willing them to send down a stream of fresh air from their snow capped peaks. Yet it was futile.
She picked up a small novella that she had tossed aside earlier, finding her place once again. It was a romance novel, gifted to her by her father. It was terrible. Full of knights in shining armor, and damsels in distress and love at first sight. After a few more minutes of attempting to power through it, she dropped it to the floor again.
Where was the passion? Where was the sensuality? Where was the *sex*?
Ella closed her eyes, imagining how her own novella might read. Imagine the scandal of it! A blue-book, and written by a princess of the realm as well!
She smiled to herself. At least then she might be able to make something of herself, scraping together some agency from the dredges of society. With her father’s new marriage, the succession would be passing over her. Not worth thinking about now.
What was worth thinking about, though, was what she could put in the first chapter. She cracked an eye, glancing into the room attached to the balcony: her bedroom. No one was around. Quickly, she untied the sash that was wrapped around her waist, pulling the loose gown up and over her head, exposing her bare skin.
Her dark hair fell in gentle curls down her shoulders, ends brushing the tops of her pale breasts, perky mounds that stood now at attention. She was lithe for someone as slothful as she tended to be, figure barely filling out the many dresses and gowns she was required to wear to state events. Suitors were always watching.
Well they were not watching now.
Ella’s hands moved slowly across her body, rubbing along her thighs and pinching her nipples. A story set in a far away inn, with a farmer’s daughter and an adventurer, just passing through. The tale continued to flow through her mind as her breathing deepened, one hand now between her legs, moving in small circles. She was lost in her imagination.
The gasps and moans of the farmer’s daughter, and the firm hands of the adventurer, stroking her hair, massaging her neck. Ella’s pace quickened, hips bucking lightly as she drew closer to climax. A finger for the daughter to wrap her tongue around, and the soft hand of the adventurer, clutching at her breast. Pulling, prodding, groping.
*Soft?*
Ella realized too late, as the first wave hit her. Warm pleasure swept across her body, pushing her knees together as she bit lightly on the finger in her mouth. Her stomach quivered and tightened, abs flexing as the flood of emotion reached its zenith, then began to relax. The finger slipped out of her mouth, but the other hand remained, casually playing with the erect nipple of her breast.
“Perhaps my best work yet,” a sultry voice whispered in her ear.
“Penelope, why do you never knock?” Ella complained, opening her eyes to find a pair of warm brown irises staring back.
“And interrupt this?” Penelope responded, smiling coyly. “You never let me participate from the start. I always have to weasel myself in.”
“Yes, well apologies for not coming to my kid-sister first when I’m in need of a sexual outlet.”
“Imagine how much better things would be if you did.”
“You spend too much time in Father’s harem.”
“And you too little,” Penelope retorted, releasing Ella’s nipple and strolling to the end of the chaise. She fell into it with an exaggerated sigh, placing Ella’s feet in her lap. “Now that Father has remarried, the realm and all of its titles are beyond our grasp. We must learn other arts to make our way in the world.”
“And you chose the art of prostitution, I take it?” Ella snipped back.
“I prefer the term seductress. Men are so easy to part with their secrets in bed, and women are always in search of better lovers. If I’m one day to be married off to some impoverished noble or petty king, I better know how to please his mother!”
Ella smiled despite herself at the joke. Penelope had always been the quick witted one of the pair, a year younger and ever the court pleaser. She had become quite skilled at catching Ella at her most intimate times, sometimes just holding her hand or planting small kisses along Ella’s neck, while other time’s taking over the task of finishing her off herself. Court intrigue and secret swapping were clearly not the only arts she was practicing in their father’s harem, and if Ella had had any reason she would have reported Penelope long ago. But the girl was just too good.
“Perhaps there’s a way to use our skills now?” Ella offered, seedlings of a plan sprouting in her mind.
“Whatever you’re suggesting, I won’t become a slave of that witch!”
“No, no, no,” Ella laughed. “Though perhaps she could be of some use. She certainly has our father wrapped around her little finger, and controlling her would mean controlling our own fates.”
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Ella pressed her ear against the door, clutching the thin towel around herself. A moment later the faint splash of skin meeting water signaled it was time to set their plan in motion.
“Gray?” whispered Penelope behind her in an exasperated tone. “You have a rainbow of colors to choose from and you choose gray for your towels?”
“As if I should really be making fashion statements with my bathing accoutrements.”
“It’s the most important time to,” Penelope countered, slipping a hand under her sister’s towel and pinching her ass. “How you could drive others wild with just a little taste and tact. A little slip here or there. A touch more skin than they expected.”
Ella attempted to swat the encroaching fingers away, frowning at the lecture in style, if only because she knew Penelope was right.
“Just imagine. You showing up one night as I took my bath, wrapped just barely in a bright blue linen, just the right shade to accent your eyes. You could get anything you wanted from me then!”
“I’m sure you would love that.”
“Just something to think about,” Penelope smiled devilishly, tiptoeing down the hall, away from the door. “Do your best! I’ll be right behind you.”
With a twirl she was around the corner, off to fulfill her own half of their devious pact. She had the harder mountain to climb, though had offered to scale it.
Ella took a deep breath, and slipped open the door. Inside a man lay bathing. Her target.
He was resting with his eyes closed, arms spread along the rim of the wide bath, a stone circle sunken into the ground so that the top of it was flush with the rest of the floor. His short crop of blonde hair was damp, plastered around his skull. He was strong, stronger than most men even in the royal guard, trained from birth for a martial life, yet still sinewy and firm, capable of running many leagues before having to pause for rest. At the edge of the large bath, he had left a small pile of his clothes, dusty from his day out riding. He had been tasked with examining the perimeter of the city, a dull day spent finding nothing out of the ordinary, though entirely too hot.
Ella shuffled over to the side of the bath, careful not to make a sound until the last moment.
“Mind if I join you, Doran?”
His eyes immediately snapped open, blinking several times as he glanced at the figure that stood before him.
“Ella? What are you doing here?”
“Oh I just thought we could spend some time together!” she laughed, adding a touch of ditz and cute, summoning all of her feminine charm. She channeled the charades she had seen Penelope put on in the past.
“Right now?” Doran stammered, face growing red as he glanced around the room to see if anyone was there. “I don’t think we really are allowed to do this…”
“You’re the prince, aren’t you? Can’t you do what you want?” Ella challenged, playing into his ego. At the same time, she allowed her towel to drop to the floor, exposing herself completely. It was an all out assault on Doran’s senses.
*Can’t you do what you want? And aren’t I what you want?*
“I guess maybe this one time,” he surrendered, averting his gaze.
Ella needed no further answer, stepping into the bath, steamy water reaching up to her thighs. The first hurdle was cleared.
Instead of sitting opposite of him, she placed herself immediately by his side, practically in his lap. The tub was circular and large enough to sit four comfortably, but she knew closeness would be key.
“We’ve been siblings for a year now, but I feel like I barely know you!” Ella continued, as if nothing unusual was happening. She fished a sponge from the soapy water and began to rub it along her arms.
*Slowly! Slowly! Make sure he enjoys it!*
“I guess so,” Doran answered absentmindedly, eyes following the sponge, tracing Ella’s skin, at times roving farther than they should. “Your father keeps me busy. Half of my nights I’ve slept outdoors since arriving here, travelling from this town to that, inspecting farmsteads, attending royal functions in our neighboring kingdoms”
“He works everyone hard,” Ella assured him, placing a hang gently on his shoulder. “He just wants to make sure you’re up to the task of ruling once he’s gone.”
Doran stared towards the end of the bath, nodding slowly to what she said, not making an attempt to remove her hand.
“I’m sure you meet plenty of princesses on your foreign visits,” Ella teased, moving her hand now to his thigh. “Tell me, which is your favorite!”
Doran laughed, turning to look her in the eye.
“None of them!”
Ella couldn’t help but laugh herself, leaning into her step-brother as she did so, placing her forehead against his shoulder.
“Mother is always trying to set me up with some sorry girl, requesting we sit together at banquets, scheduling picnics and faire visits. She’s even got into the habit of sending gifts in my name after we’ve left! They’re mostly trinkets and baubles, mind you, pretty things to be placed in the hair or worn as a broach.”
“Just haven’t found the right one yet?”
“I haven’t even found a contender yet. They’re all either vapid or frigid. Nothing sensual or sultry crosses their lips, and heaven forbid they make some mistake in etiquette. One girl threw a fit and ran off to her room to sob after forgetting which fork to begin our luncheon with. My time spent in the harem feels more productive than with them.”
“Intimacy can often be the most effective way to break the ice,” Ella offered, fingertips now tracing small circles on Doran’s thigh, making their way higher and higher. “At least you might be able to find some of what you’re searching for here.”
And with that her hand finally found its mark, thin fingers wrapping around Doran’s already erect cock. She had prepared him well.
For a moment he tensed up, one arm reaching over to grab her elbow, as if to stop her, yet his hesitation passed. He had a girl in the bath with him willing to service him. Why shouldn’t he enjoy himself a bit? If not her he could just as easily call for one of the harem girls, and though Ella was his step-sister, that meant very little in their land.
Ella continued slowly massaging Doran’s cock, running the fingers of her other hand through his hair. She was starting to get turned on herself.
“It’s a shame we waited until now for this,” she said, sighing. “I had no idea you were in the market for a companion.”
“The harem girls tend to keep my urges at bay,” Doran responded, closing his eyes once again and leaning back in the tub.
“But not your need for passion. Do they satiate your lust for adventure? Or your need for nights far from home? I could go with you anywhere, far beyond the confines of this dusty city.”
“Perhaps…” Doran murmured, grasping the back of Ella’s neck, kneading his fingers into the soft skin. At the very least she had planted the idea in his head. Now was the time to cultivate.
“Look who’s already here,” a familiar voice called from behind her. Penelope had returned.
Turning her head, Ella saw the witch was in tow.
Queen Esthma was twice their age, the mother of a single child by a long past marriage, yet in her figure she looked barely over thirty. She wore her gold hair up in a messy bun, prepared for bathing, and below the towel wrapped around her Ella could make out the large breasts and curved hips that made her so desirable.
“And what luck, there’s room for two more,” Penelope continued. She had arrived naked, no interest in hiding behind a towel, and slipped into the tub gracefully, pushing up against her sister, pushing their cheeks together. Ella could smell the faint scent of Esthma’s perfume on her, as well as another more scandalous scent on the younger girl’s lips. It appeared her first task had gone over swimmingly.
Esthma hesitated for a moment, eyes peering below the soapy surface of the water where Ella’s hand worked away, but eventually stepped in, allowing her towel to unfurl and fall to the stone floor.
“It would appear your step-sisters have been plotting,” she muttered, lips pursed together haughtily.
“As if you hadn’t dreamed of such a day yourself,” Penelope countered, sending a faint flush into the woman’s face. “To think I’m the first woman you’ve ever had! You’ve been missing out on the benefits of royalty,” she continued, reaching out and wrapping her fingers around Ella’s hand, now clasping Doran’s cock together. “The harem, the looser marriage laws.”
“Doran frequents the harem enough for the both of us, and your father only ever took one wife,” Esthma replied. “And it surely wasn’t his step-sister.”
“And yet the option is always available, and what a fine option it is.”
With that, Penelope lifted her leg, sliding her hips over until she straddled Ella. Their eyes met, gentle steam from the bath whirling between them as they exhaled. Penelope pressed her tongue into her sister, and the two sat entwined, lips locked, forgetting for a moment the cock they held together. Their hands lay motionless as their mouths worked. What a fine option indeed.
After a minute that felt like an eternity, the two separated.
“I feel like we’re missing something,” Penelope purred, fingertips dragging small circles around Ella’s breast.
“And what would that be?” Ella asked, shivering at the sensation. She was enraptured. Penelope was in control now, not just of her, but all of them. No one could take their eyes off her.
Penelope slid off, floating now in front of Doran, who had watched the two girls intently, cock growing even harder than before. She had a fire in her eyes, radiating lust and desire, and even more so: control. She was in her element.
“As much as I love playing with your cock with my hand, I am so much better with my tongue,” she cooed. “As Esthma can attest.”
Doran didn’t need to be told twice, Ella’s fingers also falling away as his waist rose above the water, rigid cock hovering a foot above the water.
Penelope began slowly, pressing her nose into the shaft, rubbing the head across her chin, one hand on his thigh and the other between her legs. Ella watched, inches away, as her sister continued on to small kisses, interspersed with quiet moans and breaths as the hand between her legs quickened. Before she could think, she felt broad fingers on her scalp, gripping her hair and pulling her closer. The ideas she had planted in his head were growing indeed, as she grew more excited, enjoying being controlled.
Ella and Penelope worked their mouths together, shifting along the cock in unison, trapping it between a kiss. Doran still wanted more though, grabbing Penelope now, pushing the tip of his cock against her lips, which opened eagerly for him, allowing the shaft to drive deeper and deeper. It slid down her throat and back out at a steady pace, Penelope gasping for breath each time, though still moaning with pleasure. She was at the mercy of someone even hornier than she was, a rare treat.
Ella, searching for a new task, moved below, running her tongue down the length of the cock still exposed, until she arrived at his balls, licking them eagerly, swaying in time with each thrust. The two brought him closer and closer to climax, edging him on, sensing the tensions and contortions of his thighs and stomach as they drew closer. Yet on the very edge, a few thrusts down her throat to go, Penelope suddenly stopped, drawing away from the throbbing cock, though not before planting a final kiss on its head.
“Take over for me,” she whispered in Ella’s ear, squeezing her older sister’s breasts before drifting away. One ball still in her mouth, Ella reached a hand up, gripping the cock firmly. She began a new rhythm, just enough to keep him enthralled, though not too much to drive him over the edge. She knew Penelope would want to be the one to do that.
Behind her, she heard soft moans, deeper than Penelope’s and longer drawn, along with the barely audible sound of lips meeting and pulling apart. Ella almost turned to watch, but that would have meant parting with Doran. His fingers were still entrenched in her hair, asserting his dominance.
Finally, just as her arm was beginning to tire, Ella heard splashes behind her.
“I can take charge again,” came her sister’s voice. “Why don’t you massage our queen for me?”
Ella nodded, finally removing her face from between the prince’s legs and turning away. There was the queen, kneeling in the water, breasts resting just at the water line, looking up at Doran and Penelope, the latter of whom had now stood herself, cock again in the palm of her hand.
Ella shifted behind the woman, kneeling herself, reaching around to grasp the bottoms of the well-endowed woman’s breasts. She pressed her face into the back of the queen’s neck, nuzzling it as her hands began to grope and squeeze, listening for any moan or pant that could betray what the lady preferred. She discovered it when she arrived at the nipples, pinching them lightly as Esthma pushed her chest outward, arching her back slightly.
“I’m always at your service, my queen,” Ella whispered, for even greater effect. She knew in her heart the queen’s base lust was for power. And what better servants could there be than these two, for bother her and her son?
“You’ve been so patient, Doran,” Penelope murmured coyly, hand now pulsing at a furious rate. “Can you come for us? For me and my sister? Would you please, my prince?”
Doran needed no further encouragement, a low, guttural sigh building in his chest, rising through his throat then rising out of his half-opened mouth, just as his cock exploded. And Penelope had planned correctly, poking and prodding the group just to her liking, so that the eruption landed not on her, nor on her sister, but on the queen mother, Esthma. Large, white drops landed on the woman’s cheeks and eyes, while several strands splattered across the tops of her breasts. She had been the target all along, and judging from the moans she continued to emit, as Ella played with her breasts, she had enjoyed it.
The deed done, Penelope slipped back down into the water, drawing closer to the queen, whose eyes remained shut. With a finger, she scooped a dribble of the cum off of the queen’s nose, licking it slowly, savoring the taste.
“Your son has clearly shown what he thinks of us becoming his wives. All over you, I might add. So, the only approval needed now is your own.”
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