Merrie woke up in a bed that wasn't hers. She slept with her lovers more than once, but it was the first time she had one bare thigh draped over the arm of a prince. His hand was centimeters from her sex, but slack in his sleep. Merrie and Claston were inverted, with her ankles resting on the headboard and his feet above her head. One of her nipples, already hard with her thoughts of sex, caressed his shoulder.
Opening her eyes, she peered across the light green sheets to the rest of the room. It was as large as her home in the mansion, but the walls and floors were carved out of living wood instead of being build by brick, wood, and plaster. A crystal window gave a stunning view of the city and the surrounding countryside; it was almost like flying above the world. She expected the room to sway in the wind, but it was solid as a rock.
With a soft moan, she stretched out along the smooth sheets, enjoying the caress of expensive fabric against her naked body. Her breast rubbed against mattress and she lifted her ass to tent the fabric with her tail. The sheet slipped off and puddled around her ass, exposing her sex to the warm air of the room. She wagged slowly, letting her whole body move in gentle back and forth waves.
Around her neck, the heavy collar shifted and she almost came as it slid along the curve of her neck. It settled into place with a slight tilt to the side. The tickle of power caressed her senses, a reminder that she was forever bound to the ring of metal and to herself.
(Good girl,) she thought and felt it ripple through the connection, past the shadow stone ring, and back into her mind. It felt like her master had rewarded her and she pressed her thighs together at the building heat in her sex.
She thought about her relationship with Kine. With her first master and before Tamin, it was a simple bond. She submitted and he ordered. But when Tamin bonded with her, she began switch between master and submissive. Now, it was the same thing, except she was both at the same time. Every time she switched, it became easier to be mistress or slave. She smiled and bit down on the sheet, she liked being the mistress.
A soft snore caught her attention. Perking her ears, she listened to the lover next to her. Claston was waking up, but didn't know it yet. She lifted her body to turn her head and settled back down with her ass in the air.
Claston was nothing like she expected and everything she hoped. The prince sprawled in the middle of his bed, his sinewy body dipping above and below the tangles of sheets. He had a pillow against the side of his face and a second between his legs. His cock, soft with his sleep, draped over the curve of the cushion.
She thought it was one of the most beautiful things she had ever seen. It wasn't long or even huge. It didn't stretch her out to her limits or slam against her cervix with every thrust. Instead, it was thick in all the right places and smooth with just a hint of veins and ridges.
With a grin, she slid along the sheets, dragging her hard nipples along the smooth fabric. Her movements didn't disturb the surface as the shadow magic flowed around her, but she wanted to taste him.
Reaching up, she drank in the scent of his body, the masculine musk and the faint hint of her pussy on his length. Breathing softly, she worked her lips along the thick head and eased it off the pillow. She teased the tip for a moment and enjoyed the feel of it swelling in her mouth.
Claston moaned as he struggled for consciousness. His hand clutched at his pillow and his hips rose up to bring his manhood closer.
Merrie lifted her body to slide his length into her mouth. It grew thicker as she moved down, guiding it deep into her mouth until her lips were pressed against his base and her nose was nestled in his dark sparse hairs. Holding her breath, she lifted her head and enjoyed every pulse of his heart as the thickening member slipped along her bottom lip.
Instead of falling after it slipped from her bottom lip, it stood up straight with tiny jumps of his heart. Merrie admired it for a long moment, then kissed the tip.
He moaned and reached down for her. His fingers caught her hair and he wrapped it around his fist before pushing her back down to his cock. “How do you do that? You are always just taking me in your mouth when I realize I'm awake.”
Merrie opened her mouth obediently and submitted to his will. His hips lifted to meet her and he slipped his length past her lips. The tip slid along the roof of her mouth and she moaned as it caressed the back of her throat. With practiced skill, she swallowed at the right time and it slid down into her throat, filling her mouth with the royal cock clear to the base.
“Damn, I love this.” He grabbed her ears with both hands and pumped his cock into her. Every movement was graceful but masculine, driving and commanding as he yanked her down to his balls with his movements.
She moaned and wagged her tail, knowing it would excite him. His cock swelled in her mouth and he thrust harder, twisting her ears as he used them to force her down and submit to his needs.
Claston wasn't her perfect master, not like Rakin, but he knew how to act like one. She could feel how he was moving logically, precisely. The way he grabbed her ears, the way he shoved her down, even the commands he gave to make her crawl on the ground. There was only the beginning of an emotion behind them. At the moment, he was driven by his own lusts and desire to enjoy every centimeter of her body before they were taken back into their two separate lives.
“Good morning, sire.” Boz spoke cheerful as he came in with a silver platter loaded with food. He didn't seem bothered by Merrie and Claston fucking any more than he did the first time.
“Good! Morning!” Claston drove deep into Merrie's mouth, his cock punching into her throat as he rode her face. His balls slapped against her chin.
Merrie gulped at his cock. She ground her breasts against his thighs as thick dribbles of saliva and pre-cum poured out from her lips and splashed down on her breasts. It dribbled along her curves before soaking into the sheets.
She felt his attention on her drawing to her breasts. He loved to see her dripping wet. He began to thrust harder and faster, his cock swelling in her mouth as he began to cum.
“When you are done pumping her for information, you have seven appointments today.”
Claston's face was purple with excitement as he rammed into Merrie's mouth, shoving her up off the bed as his cock speared her mouth.
She was soaked with excitement. Even though Claston was only wearing a mask for her, he was very good at what he did. He knew what she needed and the calculating way he abused her pushed her into an orgasm of her own. It felt real, though it wasn't.
A tear ran down her cheek. He would have made a perfect master for her. He understood and the love would come later. In the back of her mind, the oath of loyalty began to buzz and she tore her thoughts away. She had a new mistress now, one that commanded her to obey the price and she loved every moment. She chose her temporary masters but there would always be that one, absolute mind that could command her.
His seed flooded her mouth. She sucked on his tip and let the cum pool into her mouth. The salty taste flooded her senses and she moaned deeply around his shaft, enjoying the pulse of his heart and the last, erratic thrusts.
“Damn!” gasped Claston before he yanked his hands from her ears.
The sharp pain of blood flowing back into her ears sent off a series of short, intense orgasms. She moaned and wagged her tail, bobbing the last few times to clean his shaft before pulling her lips off his length.
“Show me,” he gasped.
Merrie tilted her head and opened her mouth. Cum pooled on her tongue. She knew the next command and strained to remain still until the words passed his lips.
“Swallow.”
Shivering from her pleasure, Merrie opened her throat and let it slide back. Her mouth remained open so he could see it disappearing. Underneath her breast, his cock jumped with a sudden pulse of excitement.
Claston sighed. “Boz, reschedule.” He pushed the blankets aside as he got ready to mount her.
“I'm sorry, it's the queen and she is quite… insistent that you dress yourself and send your,” Boz's eyes flickered over to Merrie, “puppy back to her cage.”
“Do I have to.”
“I suspect that Her Royal Highness feels that five days of play is sufficient for a man of your,” he made a point of looking at Claston's softening shaft, “stature.”
Merrie smiled and wagged her tail. The older man's humor was a counterpoint to Claston's excitement. He knew more than he pretended, but he also had the prince's well-being at the forefront of his own thoughts.
She also knew that Boz needed her to stop encouraging the prince. She bowed at the silent request and crawled off the bed.
“Merrie?”
Merrie hit the ground and sat down.
Claston, gloriously naked, peered down at her and then up to Boz. “Are you two talking telepathically?”
“No, sire, I have directed no thoughts to her.”
Claston rolled his eyes. He looked over at his desk, which had steadily grown piles of papers in the five days he was fucking Merrie. “Fine, duty calls. Where is mum and her whore?”
Boz's lips tightened into a thin line. “The queen's private conference ended four days ago and she is, once again, leading this fair country with a steady hand and a firm will.” He held up the platter. “Breakfast?”
With a chuckle, Claston rolled off the bed and stood up. “I'm going to bathe first.” He glanced down at Merrie who felt the desire rising inside him.
“Please, sire, you'll be late. The queen is most insistent.”
“Mum can wait. Come, Bitch, you need a bath. And Boz, bring my breakfast and some wine.”
Boz sighed dramatically but it made no difference to Claston as he walked ahead.
She admired the play of muscles in his legs and back before she followed him. Her tail wagged back and forth with her thoughts.
The bathing area was an opulent as his bedroom. The bulk of the room was a large tub. It could fit ten men and women in there. Now, it was filled with steaming water that smelled of apples and flowers. Claston took the stairs and sank down in the water. It lapped at his shoulder as he slid to the far side to sit down.
The deep water frightened Merrie. Even though she had only lost her wrists and ankles, it was enough that she was afraid of drowning. But, every time she stared with trepidation at the steaming water, she could feel the hungry need rising up from the prince.
“Come around, not in the water.”
She panted as she crawled around the tub. It took her a moment to reach it.
“Sit on the edge.”
Images of her pussy rose up from his mind. She let out a soft moan as she sat down and dipped the ends of her legs into the water. The heat tickled her senses. She took a deep breath as Claston parted her thighs and pulled her pussy to the edge of the tub.
His head lowered and she leaned back. A heartbeat later, the rough scrape of his unshaven cheeks caressed her inside thighs. He didn't wait for her to spread her legs, but forced her wide open for his mouth.
She whimpered softly at his forcefulness, leaning back as he drove his mouth against her pussy. His lips clamped down on her clitoris and he sucked on it until it stood up at attention. Her entire world focused on the single point of her body as he concentrated on it himself.
His tongue darted out and he caressed her clitoris. She could feel him exploring every ridge and bump, teasing it to aching hardness and sucking on it with little slurps.
Her body grew slick and hot around him, the soft whimpers echoing against the walls. She leaned back and caught sight of Boz standing at the corner of the tub.
The black suited man stood while arranging the food on a platter. He moved with deliberate movement, arranging fruits on one side and meats on the other. He looked neither upset nor excited about Claston eating her out. Only bored.
Claston reached up to grab her breast. His fingers dug into the soft skin until the joints near the tips turned white. The nails were tiny brands as he forced her against the ground, lifting his body to nip hard on her clitoris.
Merrie cried out at the flash of pain and then slumped against the ground as the waves of pleasure that followed after it. Her body shuddered with need and she pushed her sex to his mouth, silently begging for him to bite down again.
He did, nipping hard against the fleshy fold of her outer labia. His teeth almost broke skin and she cried out in pleasure. She clutched his hand to her breast and pushed up, jerking as the sparks of an orgasm drove through her.
She cried out loudly, her voice becoming a whine of a bitch. Her back arched into his hands, grinding her breasts and hips into his body as the black motes of pleasure swam across her vision.
Claston hesitated and then bit down hard. His teeth broke through the skin of her labia and into the delicate flesh of her clitoris. It wasn't far, not like Tamin, but the intensity of it sent Merrie into another wailing orgasm.
Before she could recover, he was pulling her into the water. His hand guided her down to his cock and she slid around it as if she belonged there.
Her body shuddering from the orgasm, she wrapped her arms around his neck and seated herself hard on his thickness. It filled her and she leaned forward to grind her breasts into his chest and sought his lips.
He pulled her tight into an embrace, kneeling up into her as he drove his cock deep into her pussy. Pulling out, he slammed it home again. Water flecked off their bodies with every thrust.
In a flash, he wasn't dominating, but loving. He held her tight, fingers digging into her shoulder and the small of her back. His cock forced deep into her tight channel and his lips remained locked on hers.
In five days, their fucking in the tub always ended sweetly. It didn't matter if he was dominating her when he entered, there was something about the hot water that brought out the loving part of him.
She moaned and clutched to him, enjoying how he fucked her as a woman instead of a bitch. He asked for no noises, no sounds. Just her body and his, pinned by the hard cock that filled her to the brim.
Claston shuddered as he came. He rammed it home and held it there, soaking her insides with his cum. Gasping, he broke the kiss but held his cock deep inside.
She smiled as she clamped down, enjoying the pulse of his cock against her inner walls.
“Best breakfast so far.”
“Yes, sire,” Boz said as he set down the platter next to the tub. “But, the queen would probably appreciate if your breath didn't smell of pussy when you kissed her in greeting.”
Claston chuckled.
Merrie could feel the concern inside Boz. It was more than the bored charge, but something more serious. She looked up at him again and saw it in his eyes, a need to speak up but decorum wouldn't allow it. She gave him a sheepish grin.
Gathering darkness around her, she melted into shadows and reformed on the edge of the tub. Water dripped from her skin as she shook herself dry.
Claston sank back. He looked back and forth between them before shaking his head with a smirk. “I guess I've done enough interrogation for now, but I think I need another session. Boz, will you schedule it?”
“Of course, sire. I will insist you keep it down to a day at most. Long-term interrogations are bad for both your reputation and your manhood.”
The prince smiled at Merrie who smiled back. “Go on, Boz will take you home. I bet the guild is worried sick about you.”
(Thank you.)
Merrie bowed deeply before crawling out of the room.
Boz followed her and shut the door behind him. “Thank you. It would have been harder if you didn't help.”
Merrie bowed her head. (It needed to be done. I just couldn't resist that last one.) She would never tire of fucking, but she knew that Boz needed Claston to become the prince again.
Boz shuddered at the first touch of her thoughts, but he recovered quickly. “I notice that the missus does not have pockets. I will send the customary fee through the guild. Being that this started with a rocky start, I'll include a bonus sufficient to start the building process on your home.”
She jerked as she stared at him.
“It is my duty to make sure ends are neat and ordered. While we are both bound by oaths of loyalty, there is no reason for him to take advantage of you. And if payment is given, then you will have less desire to demand repayment in other forms. Favors are a messy thing when money is precise and easier to hide.”
He smiled thinly. “And, your reported talents at hiding buildings would make a far better place for, um, private conferences for both the prince and others who may partake in your mutual organizations.”
For a long moment, she stared as she puzzled out the words. Then, she smiled. (Thank you.) She glanced around. (How do you want me to leave?)
“I've arranged for a Loyal to teleport you outside of the tree's wards. From there, I have no doubt you'll be able to get home.”
Merrie nodded. She crawled toward the place where the Loyal teleported them into the room.
“Young lady?”
She stopped and looked over her shoulder. After a heartbeat, she turned and sat down.
“Please understand. I am thrilled that you are bringing pleasure to the prince. His upcoming nuptials will be hard on him and having him understand that marriage does not equate to shackles will help him accept his betrothed and the associated obligations that come with it. I do wish that we maintain a safe, discrete, and mutually beneficial relationship between both you and the prince, but also you and me.”
Merrie nodded as she felt warmth spread out across her body.
“The prince, no doubts, will also propose that you join him in the capacity of the aforementioned network of informants. You will see and hear things that will be of interest to your country.”
She took a deep breath. (I don't talk about my lovers.)
Boz smiled. “I know. That was repeatedly mentioned in the reports by the guild mistress and one reason you were offered the oath of loyalty.” He chuckled. “And given access to the prince's lusts.”
“I heard that, Boz!”
“I know,” Boz raised his voice, “sire, I'll have your drink in a moment.”
There was a splashing and then the door to the bathing area slammed open. Claston, dripping with water, rushed out and came to a stop in front of Merrie.
Merrie cocked her head and perked her ears. She drew her attention up his dripping cock to his face.
“Look, Merrie, I only heard part of what Boz said, but I like you.”
“I said that, sire.”
“And, I want to see you again.”
“You said that already, sire. And I've already arranged a schedule with her guild.”
Claston spun around and stared at his butler. “W-What?”
“I've made the liberty of scheduling a night-time conference with a small contingency,” he gestured to Merrie, “on the merits on re-purposing the Shadowed District. Given the current political climate, I believe negotiations will take all night. It will look better than interrogation sessions that always take exactly four hours.” Boz smiled, “… or days.”
Claston chuckled. “Damn, Boz.”
“In three weeks.”
The chuckle froze. “Running things again?”
“I'm only looking out for your best interests, sire.”
“Very well.” Claston turned and patted Merrie on the head. “I'll see you in three weeks, Merrie.”
She shivered at her name, the thrill of being named by the prince of the country sent tiny tremors of pleasure coursing through her veins. She wanted to mount him right then and there, but they had separate obligations now.
“I also took the liberty of moving Miss Golddother's records and renaming them under a… more appropriate name given her position and expected duties.” Boz smiled as he looked at Merrie. “I think the Silken Collar would be appropriate, both giving homage to her previous owner and not leave a trail that anyone with a modicum of legal talent could identify her. While Merrie is a name appropriate for sweet whispers while you ignore your duties, I do not recommend you actually write it down.”
Claston pulled a face. “Oh, beaten like a dog.” He lowered his hand to caress Merrie's collar. With a playful grin, he wrapped his fingers around it and pulled Merrie close.
She whimpered as he kissed her, her body tense and her tail wagging painfully fast.
“In three weeks, Merrie. And this time, I'm going to bring a leash.”