Free Claiming Crystal by Kayleen Knight

with the excitement, for the queen was scarcely older than she was, yet seemed infinitely wiser. ‘I have had many people,’ the queen said in a low and throaty voice, parting Crystal's legs to begin working a far more erotic area. ‘I have made love to the most prim girls you would ever meet, and they have broken for me. You, too, will break for me. You will enjoy it.’
    Before Crystal could begin to defend her position and her honor the queen took both with one swift kiss to her vagina, the lips parting the folds, the queen's tongue entering into regions whose sensitivities had become engorged on the awakening of a lover's true sensibilities. She felt the climax coming, much too quickly, and was both alarmed and relieved when the queen seemed to sense the climax as well and gently worked her off it before beginning anew, climbing anew to that perfect peak, and then once more slowly letting Crystal down off the highest ground of ejaculatory lovemaking.
    The queen was playing with her, Crystal realized, but in the heat of these actions she did not care to be offended by the disrespect of the game. She delighted it in, and whether that was the food she had eaten or the ecstasy of her sensation, Crystal did not care, and would not split hairs over when they finished, sweating and tired and happy, laid across each other like two sisters who had introduced themselves to each other completely and were now wholly comfortable in ways both vulnerable and voyeuristic.
    ‘ You are lovely, aren't you? The queen asked, smiling to herself, and Crystal hadn't the breath to respond. ‘I should let you know that I don't care about the outcome of your ceremony,’ the queen added hastily. ‘I came because I knew your family would welcome me, having seen what I have accomplished, and being people who respect the worth of another. I only came to enjoy you, Crystal. I have heard many things about your pleasures. I would delight in all of them,’ and then the queen came to her again, more eager than before, parting and tickling, prickling and teething, and kissing what she had been bitten too hard. ‘I'm a naughtier woman than you should be used to,’ the queen said, almost to herself, and then returned to the lower regions where her mouth could be felt more freely and heatedly.
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    It was a day to remember, if the pall of arrangement which hung over each and every suitor did not spoil the occasions. Crystal quickly realized for herself that there would be no normal suitors to celebrate the occasion, and the final one she saw that day unsettled her to no ends. There was a certain level of strangeness that did not charm her, rather made her guarded, and this was an unfortunate example of that.
    He was striding down the halls towards her bedroom when she saw him. She mistook him firstly for her father, with the same royal airs and the same age graying his hair and making his face sag with the frown of someone who had to do many things he did not want to do, and decided that he must in order to ensure his rank. Crystal then mistook him to be the father of one of the suitors. It did not occur to her until that he was a suitor himself until she saw the old grin of his rotted teeth.
    The old man was one of the arrangements her family had handpicked for this day, officiated to be her husband even though he was more than likely three times her age. Images of the horrid marriages she had seen other lesser girls auctioned off to when they reached their first puberty flashed across her mind's eye, and she found herself turning away from him on feet she could scarcely feel, hurrying back into her room, closing and then locking the door.
    When he later knocked and begged entry, she refused him, excusing her absence with an excuse of illness from the banquet the queen had prepared for her. Eventually the old man left, grumbling something about an old whore and her stew, and then Crystal collapsed upon her bed and fell away, not into dreams but