Free Countess of Desire (The Young Ancients Erotic Moments Book 1) by P.S. Power Page A

he turned out to be into kinky
things.
    That was
possible, given the abuse that he'd suffered for so long. Since he was a child
he'd been used . Harshly, as often as not, she was willing to wager. Once
a person had already decided on rape, there was little reason for them not to
do whatever they pleased, was there? The punishment for raping a woman, or man,
was the same if you did it gently with only minor threats, as if you beat the
person and violated them to the point of severe damage.
    That was less
than fun to think about, but she nodded as Petra started to get the idea.
    "He, King
Richard, put us in place for infiltration, years ago. After that small
matter with us declaring war. Well, you know that story, so I won't bore you
with it. Needless to say, I have to be most careful in passing messages. Most
of the time I use our man in the Fast Transport business, Morgan, for that kind
of thing. They let him into the Palace often enough that he can hand things to
a few Royal Guards he knows. That gets passed to Queen Constance, who does as
she will with them, as is proper. I tried to set it up so that she'd take
Morgan as a lover, but so far she hasn't taken that bait. A bit of a shame.
He's older, but rather attractive, don't you think?"
    That earned a
nod, at least.
    "Yes, he
is... I... No one told me anything. I would have thought..."
    Her face
flashed toward anger, but Maria held her tongue. If Prince Gerent was going to
get in trouble for this, she wasn't going to add to it. He'd done his part, now
she had to do hers.
    Then she
grinned a bit and shook her head.
    "Well, I
never figured that the King would tell me everything. He'd mentioned a bit, but
I always thought he was just saying things to make me feel better about being
related to traitorous scum. No offense."
    That got her to
play huff and cross her arm.
    "Hmmph! Is that the thanks I get for ruining my reputation to try and save the
Kingdom? Just for that you have to go down on me first. Here..." Touching
her chest she closed her eyes and concentrated on the outfit she wanted to
appear.
    It was one that
she'd practiced before, since it was useful for a lot of different occasions.
The bodice of it pushed her breasts up, leaving them pointed enough to be
interesting to the most hardened and jaded of people. There were smooth white
stockings too, but no bottom was added to it, letting her bare behind hit the
soft cushion under her. It was warm, but not enough to be uncomfortable. The
outfit, if it could be called that, had puffy sleeves that left off above her
elbows on either side. Also an inner pocket for the letter she had. That part
was new, but she managed it well enough that it didn’t show.
    She smiled, to
show she'd been playing. Sort of. She really was aroused suddenly, so she
pointed at the other woman, with her whole hand, the palm toward the floor.
    "Now,
strip and kneel? This thing rotates, right?"
    Pushing her
hips forward she found that the seat did turn far enough around to face
Petra, who looked confused suddenly. As if she wasn't quite understanding what
was happening. That got her arms pulled at.
    "Come on. I
want you, now. Do a good job and I promise to return with the same?" The
tugging was token, but Pet moved to her knees, as requested. She could have
said no, or even changed the topic, but didn't, so Maria nodded at her.
    "That's
right. Dive in. I'm more than ready."
    She was hesitant
anyway. At first it seemed to be about true reluctance, but after a moment she
snaked her tongue out and hit the right spot very well. Even if she wasn't a
lover of women, they'd all had classes on the subject in school, hadn't they?
Maria hadn't, but there had been tutors for that kind of thing.
    It was pretty
clear though that Pet hadn't had the same ones, since she did things in a very
different way than was expected. First paying attention to her lower lips. Each
one was first given a long slow and lingering caress with a finger, gently
tickling the outside.