It was time for a royal dinner and ball. We had been planning to go to this one, of one of the royal houses of Larxis, for a while. It was a strategic diplomatic move, and one that I hoped would pay off. Jenny had been dressed in a nice blue dress with white stockings, but the blue dress had vanished as soon as we had entered the carriage. I still wore most of my clothing, a nice, not too flamboyant suit.

We were giving each other handjobs (her hand pumped up and down on my cock as I thrust my middle finger in and out of her pussy) as we spoke. "So...what is this for again?" she asked nonchalantly.

I sighed. "You of all people should know. It's a diplomatic gesture to curry favor with Duke Uryul. He holds quite a bit of power here, and it would be good to gain him to our side, for trade and whatnot. Don't you care about the affairs of your country?"

She gave me a brazen smile. "All I care about is your long...hard...cock."

She moved her mouth to my cock now. As we sat in the rocking carriage, I moved her pussy to my face. We were in a most interesting position. I licked and thrust my tongue into her tasty little wet pussy as she sucked my cock hard.

I came after I had made her cum two or three times, her tasty juices flowing over my face and into my mouth. As soon as she felt the first spurt, her mouth locked around my cock, vacuuming up every last drop. After she took her mouth off, she looked at me, and her face was dreamy ecstasy. "Oh..." She shivered. Her eyes focused a bit. "I can't believe, after all the times I've had you, that you still taste so good. So delicious. Can we...?" Her hand moved to her pussy, prying apart her labia.

I looked outside, and noted the trees becoming more orderly. "Not right now," I replied. "Get back into your dress."

She pouted, but squirmed her way back into her tight fitting blue dress. "You owe me some good, hard doggystyle later!"

We arrived at the large palace. The center room was to be the main entertainment. It was all done in expensive white marble, and even the wrought metal tables covered with silk looked to be worth a fortune. I noted all of this, then glanced at the invitation I had in my pocket again. "Let me see...we will be sitting...there!" I pointed at a table far away, where a bored looking young man sat. Jenny's eyes followed my finger, and she gave a gasp of disbelief. Her hands went to her tiny breasts, which I tried not to eye too badly.

"Oh no...not him!"

"What?" I asked. "What's wrong with him?"

She explained it to me. Apparently, he had courted her before, and she, being the haughty, naughty little girl she had been (she put extra emphasis on the naughty), had brushed him off.

He was a nice and just ruler, but thought a bit highly of himself. Which made brushing him off all the worse. It was doubtful he'd forget the grudge now...

Jenny, being the devious girl she was. She whispered it in my ear, and I had to agree with it. It seemed to be our only way out. We were patient. We watched him go from bored to super bored, and, finally, when he left the table to go do something, we made our move. Quickly, I navigated my way there, dragging Jenny along with me. As we got there, she wormed her way under the table, as I sat in one of the chairs which didn't have any food in front of it.

I didn't have to wait long. Soon, Duke Uryul, a thin, but lithe looking red haired young man worked his way toward us. Well, mostly me. We finished with the greetings, and he asked why the princess wasn't here. I was deliberately vague, saying something about how the carriage ride had drained her, and how she had decided to rest a bit, but may be out later. He dismissed it.

The dinner began. It soon became clear that he was an expert manipulator of politics, and so we "battled". Each of us made comments on certain issues, which were responded to with similar comments. Despite his adeptness, I soon discovered his weakness. He was extremely responsive to comments that preened his public image, as long as they weren't too obviously flattering.

The dinner was mostly done (the soup was gone, the entrees were half eaten and ignored), when Jenny pulled of her most daring move ever. She had been quite audacious before, such as not wearing panties during public speeches, but this was...

I kept up my friendly smile as I felt my pants being pulled down. What was she doing?! Then, I felt her lips on my cock, felt it enter her warm, hot mouth, and I knew. She laved and licked, and I felt her hand join her mouth, pumping hard.

I struggled to keep smiling and nodding and talking, as below, she did many things. Her tongue danced along the head, her fingers rubbed my balls hard. I felt her mouth leave and something else go around my cock. Something soft, and warm, that only wrapped around partway...I was confused. It didn't feel like her fingers...

I "accidentally" pushed my fork to the ground. As I picked it up, I snuck a very cursory glance at Jenny. She was bent backwards and her skintight dress was pushed down. She had pushed her breasts together and had my cock between then, pumping up and down. She gave me a wink with her bright blue eyes as I glared at her. Ugh, that little princess didn't understand HALF the gravity of the situation!

After dessert, things turned out VERY lucky for Jenny and me. As we spoke, I came, hard, and felt Jenny catch it all in her welcoming mouth. Her tongue cleaned me off, and she finally pulled my pants up. Right at that moment, a pretty courier girl (nice, long, slim legs and a tanned body) came to us, and spoke quietly and urgently with Duke Uryul. He stood up, we shook hands, and he apologized profusely for not being able to talk with me more. We left friends. I think. Politics are confusing, even for people like me.

I made as if I was scraping the last of the dessert out of the bowl, and stayed like that until Duke Uryul was full and well out of sight. Then, I finally leaned under the table and saw Jenny again. She looked totally innocent...except for the tiny drop of cum on her chin. I glowered at her. "You missed a drop."

Her innocent smile never faltered as she scooped it up. I took her hand as she came out from under the table, and her smile turned naughty. "You owe me a good, hard licking now...in ALL senses of the word," she whispered.

"All right. I accept." I responded. "But first, we dance."

She pouted a bit as I dragged her onto the dance floor. "One song only," I promised. She reluctantly agreed.

[Song playing: Danse Macabre by Camille Saint-Saens]

As the orchestra began the new song, which started slowly, we took our positions and began to waltz. Our bodies pressed modestly together, and sometimes, we separated as the waltz went faster and faster. As the tempo grew, our dancing became more intricate. I began to breathe hard as we move quickly across the floor, trying our best not to hit any of the other dancing couples. Jenny's face grew red, and she began to pant, her tiny breasts moving up and down.

We finished the song with a deep kiss, both of us breathing hard from the exertion. Jenny smiled at me. "See, that wasn't so bad!"

"That's my line!" I protested as she pulled me toward one of the side hallways. We began to navigate the way to our room, which was close to the duke's, a sign of our ranking. About halfway there (she was the one leading, not me this time), Jenny turned to me. Her face, I noted, was still red, but not even half from exertion this time.

She smiled and pulled up the bottom of her dress, revealing her stocking-clad legs and bald pussy. "I couldn't wait," she explained. "We're still far from our room, and you do owe me a licking!"

"In more ways than one," I reminded her. Still, I knelt down to her pussy, and began to lick her already wet crack. She moaned, and I hissed at her. "Be quiet and cover me up!" Sighing sadly, she did, dropping the dress over me. It probably was obvious, but at least this way, they didn't actually see me.

It was warm, no, hot in the little universe her dress created. There was only me, and her here. I licked, sucked, and pushed my tongue into her tiny vagina, and was rewarded by her moans of lust. My hands wormed their way up her dress to her breasts, which I pinched as I licked her.

I felt her support herself with her back on the wall as I went further, using my fingers as well as my tongue. She thrust her hips forward on me, forcing me deeper, ever deeper, into her sweet little crack.

Jenny muffled her scream as she came. Her stomach clenched, her legs trembled visibly as her pussy muscles contracted, squirting out her precious girl cum all between her legs. I pulled myself out of her dress, and hoped I didn't look too rumpled.

Jenny collapsed on the floor, legs wide open. "Oh...oh that felt too good." Her eyes were dreamy, and her hands sat at her pussy area. "I don't think...I can walk anymore. Carry me?" She looked at me innocently.

With a sigh, I let her ride me piggyback all the way to our room, which was still quite far away. I set her in the large bed, where she immediately began to strip off clothing. The room was quite big, with a large bed in the center, a dresser on one side, and a faucet with a basin on another. There was a bathroom in one of the sides "You also owe me doggystyle!" Jenny reminded me. I sighed. I also made her keep the stockings on. She gave me a naughty look. "Now I know what you like!" Jenny licked her lips.

"Get on the bed, doggystyle position." I growled at her. She complied, and smiled at me expectantly. I smiled at her, right up until my hand made hard contact with her ass, leaving a red mark. She squealed, and gave me a hurt look. "I told you I'd give you a licking in more ways than one! What were you thinking, pulling off stunts like that!"

I smacked her again, and she muffled herself. Still, she moaned, "Harder...harder!" So I gave it to her harder, with a flurry of angry blows that turned her white ass a deep red. She went from screaming to sobbing quite fast, and I found out early on that a slap up the pussy hurt as much as one on the ass. It was getting hot for me, so I stripped off my clothing. She eyed my hard cock with lust even as tears coursed down her face.

I decided she'd had enough. Her ass was a painful red, and her pussy partially the same. Her face was a mess of tears and snot, and her head lolled a bit. I made her wash her face with the faucet first. After she was done, Jenny turned to face me and adopted a humble position, head down, eyes at the floor, hands at sides. "I'm...I'm sorry sir. I won't pull off stunts like that again. Would sir still like to have sex with me?"

Very good. Girls like her needed obedience training every once in a while. "Yes, I would. Get on the bed, same position as before." She did, even going so far as to put her legs and hands in the same indentations that they had made.

I wanted her so badly right now. My cock was itching to enter her welcoming body, and I could tell by the way she stared at me yearningly that she wanted me as well. So I knelt behind her, and prepared to impale her on my hard, hard cock.

When we were interrupted. The door of our room opened up. Damn, I had forgotten to shoot the bolt! A girl stood at the doorway, a cute little redhead, with long red hair, in a deep green dress. She had a circlet of some white metal on her head, and was poised with hands on her hips, as if she was about to say something. I was pretty sure that the little scene shut her up quite quickly, and she looked very much the fish out of water, mouth opening and closing, mind working hard to try and find something to say or do.

I didn't let her. With speed unhurt by the months I had not used it, I jumped off the bed and approached her. The girl couldn't do anything more than gape as I grabbed her, closed the door, shot the bolt, and tied her hands to a chair. Jenny had sat up, and was watching a bit curiously, some of her original fire returning to those bright blue eyes. Good, that was what made her so attractive to the crowd and to me, that was what made her charisma.

Still, the main attention should be focused on our new little captive in this scene. The girl had finally managed to get her senses about her, and inhaled a breath, prepared to scream.

"Gag!" I shouted at Jenny, who snapped into action. Still, we were unable to prevent the first, piercing shriek that the little devil let out. Interestingly enough, it didn't sound like one of fear or despair; instead, it sounded like a girl throwing a tantrum.

Still, I prayed that the thick wooden walls would muffle most of the sound as I shoved the gag (which turned out to be a pair of unused panties from Jenny; go figure, she never used panties) into the redhead's mouth. A bit of gagging ensued; then a stop and an angry glare.

"I'm going to take this gag out, and when I do, I don't want you to scream, or shriek, or anything that might attract attention. You hear?" She nodded. I took the panties out, but prepared to ram them back in.

She looked defiant. "What're you going to do to me? I'll have you know that I will be reporting this to Duke Uryul, and you'll be sorry you ever captured Isabel Uryul! Hmph!"

I turned to Jenny. She shrugged. "Snobby little bitch," she stated, matter of fact. I nodded, then pondered aloud.

"I didn't know the Duke liked his girls this young."

Isabel's eyes bulged. "What...I'm not...I'm his sister you pervert!"

As if she just noticed I was a pervert. "That may be so, but that doesn't change the fact that we have you tied up here. What are we to do? We can't just let you go run free, can we?"

Her arrogant eyes grew hopeful. "Yes you can! If you do, I won't tell of anything that happened here! None of it!" Still, I could see her plotting, planning. I didn't trust her, and, through Jenny's disapproving look, I could tell she thought the same.

"I can't do that, Isabel. You see, then we have no bargaining chips to hold. You can call down the fire upon us anytime, and Jenny and I would be helpless to stop it. But now, we have the advantage on you, and we need something to bargain with. Tell me, do you still have your virginity?"

"What? Why? But..." she began to splutter helplessly.

Jenny solved the problem by going down between Isabel's legs and taking her panties off. Then, she thoughtfully pushed her fingers up Isabel's vagina, feeling, I would think. Isabel's sputtering grew louder, her green eyes furious.

"Nope!" Jenny declared loudly. "And if the size of her pussy is any sign, she's been fucking since she was five!" Jenny smiled widely as Isabel's face grew almost as red as her hair.

Finally, she spat fire.

"So? I bet you've been fucking since you were two, you little whore! I bet you take five men at once! I bet you drink cum!" Jenny stood up and slapped her, a quiet sound, but it shut Isabel up quickly. She simply sat there and gaped as Jenny went to me and ran a finger down my chest to my cock, as I held her close.

"Everything I do, I do now with my beloved Mythos. Unlike you, who sells yourself out to the highest bidder." There was no scorn, simply observation. I kissed the top of Jenny's head.

"Sorry I spanked you," I muttered. And I was. My poor, beloved princess didn't deserve THAT much.

She looked at me. "Don't be. I deserved it. Sorry for making you worry so much."

We shared a kiss, completely forgetting about the other person in the room, lost in each other. We only remembered her when she interrupted us. "Hey! Sick lovebirds! Over here! I was wrong, Jenny's not the ONLY whore here! You both! Ha! Man whore!" Despite her harsh words, Isabel looked as if she was about to cry, and I felt only pity for her. Still, we couldn't just let her run free, carrying tales such as these. But what to do, what to do?

Jenny seemed to be thinking that as well. "What should we do with her?" she asked. "We can't keep her here forever, or even the whole night. We have to get rid of her somehow..."

I shrugged nonchalantly, but inside I was just as worried. We had just made good with Duke Uryul, but this...this wouldn't bode well. I scolded myself silently. What had possessed me to capture this pretty redhead?

Jenny appeared lost in thought, but her face brightened, clouds clearing to show the sun. "I have an idea! We can have her write a love letter to you about tonight! Then, if she claims something happened tonight, we can say SHE did it!" Jenny smiled brightly.

I saw many ways this could easily go wrong, one of the main ones being that the Duke would still hate us, but apparently Isabel didn't. Her eyes widened and she adopted a hopeless stance. I prayed she wasn't pretending. "I think we can do that..." I said. "Let's get her untied."

Moments later, Isabel stood before us, rubbing her wrists. "So? Where's the pen and ink? I can write, so we should get this over with..."

Apparently, Jenny wasn't thinking the same thing as Isabel. "What? You can't just WRITE a love letter without anything happening! C'mon! Take off your clothes!" Before Isabel could respond with anything, her dress had already fallen around her feet, and Jenny was helping take the things out of her hair.

"Now wait just a moment!" protested Isabel. "I didn't agree to this! No sex! I don't want to have sex! No!" She slapped away Jenny's probing hands.

Jenny looked amused. "Silly girl, you have to have sex to write about it, don't you? Doesn't she?" She looked to me.

I agreed with Isabel, inside my head. But Isabel's red hair was like liquid flame in the lamplight, and her eyes were glowing emeralds. I couldn't resist. "She...probably does." I tried to sound reluctant, for Jenny's sake.

Isabel's eyes bulged. "NO! NO! I don't want to have sex! No! NO!" She began to whine, then cry. "I don't want to have sex! It hurts!" She began to blubber a bit, and plead. Jenny and I shared a look.

I gently picked Isabel up, and put her on my lap on the bed. My cock was uncomfortably pushed against my body, but I ignored it for now. Jenny sat to the side of me, observing, and... masturbating? Really, Jenny?

I focused on Isabel for now. I kissed her cheek, and ran my hand down her back. She still cried silently, tears running down her face, shivering a bit. But the protests were gone.

"You're a very pretty girl..." I told her. Jenny, to the side, looked scandalized.

Next, I ran my hands soothingly down Isabel's body, trying my best not to make it look sexual. I stroked her back, her stomach, her chest, up and down, up and down, in a repetitively reassuring motion. I passed over her nipples several times, but resisted the urge to tug at them.

She was still unresponsive, a rag doll. I lay her on her back on the bed, and Jenny moved a bit to watch us. I kissed Isabel full on the mouth, no tongues, but lots of pressure. She didn't seem to notice it, still muttering, "I don't want to..." every once in a while. Her eyes were unfocused...

I went to her vagina. Despite what Jenny had said, it looked totally innocent, just a small crevice nestled between her legs. I stroked it. Unusually, it was absolutely dry, and fucking right now would have been painful to her. I lowered my head to her pussy, and softly pried her adorable vagina open. She was wet inside, but not lubricated. I tentatively tasted her.

Mmm...delicious...

I feasted. My tongue provided all the fluid she'd need, and more. I licked and kissed her precious little pussy, ran my tongue all over it, into it. My fingers joined in, rubbing her legs, rubbing inside her, gently, slowly, as to not hurt her.

When I looked up, Jenny was playing with her chest and nipples. Isabel was no longer crying; instead she looked glazed, but a bit curious for that. "Hey Jenny, check if she's wet enough." Jenny confirmed she was.

So I entered her, very slowly, very gently. Isabel was weirdly...loose. As in she was yielding, but still tight. It was an exquisitely beautiful sensation, and, for a moment, I decided this was what fucking heaven would be like.

My cock bottomed out, and I leaned over her, to see her expression. Odd. She still looked glazed, but her eyes met mine, and she was a bit more responsive when I kissed her. Jenny looked jealously furious.

Each thrust brought pleasure, and pleasure upon pleasure. Her pussy was tight but smoothly lubricated, and her body rocked with the force of each thrust. I was getting close, very close, when she began to moan. Her moans were quiet, but lustful still, and they grew in volume.

Jenny smothered them by sitting on her face, pussy over mouth. I shot her a look, and she defiantly stared at me. Then nearly crushed Isabel's head when her legs collapsed. Looking closely (not an easy endeavor while fucking), I noticed Isabel was eating Jenny's pussy with a vengeance, tongue plunging deep and quickly, hands helping. Jenny just looked stunned.

With a last, massive, thrust and a roar, I jetted my cum deep into Isabel. I felt her orgasm too, as her back arched and her pussy rippled. As I supported myself, exhausted, Jenny came as well. I suspected Isabel probably bit her, as she shot straight up, then looked shocked as she spurted her girl cum on Isabel's face.

We all stayed there for a bit, in that daze that comes right after a cum. Jenny laid, arms and legs splayed, on the bed. I was lying partly across Isabel, probably cutting off all feeling to her lower legs. She sat up, pulled my head up by the hair, and kissed me, deeply, sexually.

She pulled away, and we both looked stunned. Jenny looked absurdly jealous, but also too weak to do anything. "I...I liked that," Isabel said hesitantly. "It felt...good."

I patted her head. "That's how sex is supposed to feel. I don't know what you've been doing, but it must have been terrible."

Isabel barely heard me. She looked lost in revelation. "I think I...love you."

Jenny sat up at this. "No. You can't. He's mine."

If anything makes girls fight, it's jealousy. "No! I can have him too!"

"No you can't! I had him first! You called him a man whore!"

I stopped it before it went too far. "Okay, don't argue, girls." I turned to Jenny. "You know I love you first, above all." Jenny looked absurdly happy. I turned to Isabel, who was looking at me angrily. "I love you too, Jenny. You were amazing, and I think you're a very attractive girl. But I think the only reason you love me is because I gave you your first orgasm. Let it wear off a bit, go kiss some other boys, and maybe you'll forget. You forget that the only reason I fucked you was so you could write that letter." I winced at the last bit. Maybe I had been a bit too harsh.

Isabel's face fell and she nodded. "I'm sorry, Mythos. I'll write your letter, and Jenny can have you to herself, then." She looked at Jenny. "You better treat him well, or I'll steal him out from under you! You hear me?"

So the rest of the night went by normally. Isabel wrote the letter, a saucy, steamy thing so full of innuendos I was wondering why it didn't jump up and start humping something. Isabel blew me a kiss as she left, fully dressed. "I don't care what you say, I'll still love you!"

Jenny and I crawled into bed, spooning together. Suddenly, she gasped. "We never...we never did the doggystyle! I was so looking forward to it..." She turned toward me. "You don't think...?"

I shook my head. "Not tonight, I'm too tired."

She pouted, not too hard, though. "Fine. But now you owe me TWO, got that, TWO." Then Jenny turned over and we slept, the night wrapping around us like a shawl.