The Queen's Girl

The Queen and Kal

Kal shivered. She lay back on the Queen's bed, and closed her eyes as she felt Finnula's soft, cooling touch. She worked cream into bruising and soothed aches and pains, moving across sensitive skin quickly but thoroughly.

Was it...wrong of her to enjoy that touch? Was it evil? She sighed into the feeling and felt herself release tension.

"That's the ticket," the Queen encouraged. "Relax all that you can."

Kal took a deep, shivering breath, and tried to do just that. The Queen very tenderly spread her legs, and the air that blew across her most sensitive areas made her give a sharp gasp. Finnula was ever so gentle. She couldn't help but let her hips rise against that patient hand. It may be wrong to enjoy this, but Kal couldn't stop herself.

Finnula ran her healing hands across her inner thighs and around her buttocks, erasing bruises where she found them, chasing away aches and pains with her energy. The medicine she used was helpful, but her energy was the most important part. She used it to Kal's benefit, and Kal felt waves of soothing energy fill her.

She moaned but caught herself and tried to turn it into a sigh instead.

The Queen was quick, true to her word, but Kal did not want her to stop. It felt too good. As she was putting the lid on the pot of cream, Finnula asked, "Now then, do you feel better?"

Kal said, without batting an eyelash, "I'd feel better if you didn't stop."

The Queen regarded her for some time, long enough for Kal to swallow hard and wonder if she had really screwed up—but slowly, ever so slowly, Finnula's hand settled against her inner thigh and began to slide closer, closer to her waiting sex.

Kal groaned with pleasure as the Queen's fingertips massaged her swollen clit. She had not had any kind of romantic touch before, and the experience was like being lit aflame. She was filled with heady desire, and she pushed her hips up against that giving hand.

Finnula sighed with joy. "It has been a long time since I gave anyone a groan like that," she said softly.

"Don't stop," Kal begged. "Please, my Queen."

This only fueled the Queen's own desire. She never stopped her massaging, but it expertly slowed and grew ovular. She wanted to give waves of pleasure, slow and sure, and as she did, she let her energy connect with Kalati's.

Kal gasped—the experience of being connected in such a way to the Queen was phenomenal. It was experiencing a wholeness she had never known was possible. She moaned and threw her head back. She could feel the Queen in tune with her pleasure and ecstasy. She could feel Finnula's desire, and she wanted more of it.

Finnula bent over Kal and let her hot tongue take over her massaging, and the sound Kal made at this transition was high-pitched and exciting. Finnula toyed with that swollen clit, rolling it around with her tongue, enveloping it in heat. She knelt before Kal and put her legs on each of her shoulders. Then, she burrowed into Kal and feasted upon her waiting sex.

Kal squealed and let her hands go into Finnula's dark hair, moving her hips gently against the Queen's rhythmic licking and suckling. It didn't take long for Kal to come, and when she did, she cried out long and triumphant. And Finnula was there to lick her clean, not letting a single drop of her go to waste.

When Kal looked, the Queen was leaning in, pressing soft kisses against her clit, her thighs, every little shiver that rocked through Kal's body. She sat up, and Finnula smiled up at her. "My Queen," she said, and a smile ran across her face.

"I like the mischief in that smile," Finnula said.

Kal stood carefully, and helped the Queen to her feet. Then, Kal knelt and crept beneath the Queen's gown.

"Oh," said Finnula breathlessly. She began breathing heavily as she felt Kal tug down the layers of underwear she wore beneath. When that hot tongue met her center, she cried out happily, her hand over her mouth, and as Kal began to rhythmically lap at her, she groaned in pleasure. She loved that she had a secret thief tucked in beneath her gown. It only made things more exciting. She put a hand around Kal's head and pressed it against her, and Kal moaned and lapped faster, hungrily.

"Gods, oh gods," Finnula groaned. She pulled down her gown and let her breasts free so she could tug and pull on her nipples. When she orgasmed, it was so powerful that she couldn't help but thrust her hips and hold Kal against her as rhythmic waves of ecstasy rolled through her body.

Kal stayed and lapped her clean. She even stayed a little longer to taste and savor, and Finnula let her. When Kal emerged, Finnula was there to wipe her face with a handkerchief in a loving manner.

Kal smiled brilliantly at her, and stared at her breasts. "M-may I?" She asked.

Finnula nodded, stroking her face. "Please touch me. I love having my breasts played with and suckled on."

Kal's hands cupped those breasts and watched as her nipples grew tighter and firmer, and when she took hold of those nipples she found it difficult to let go. It was almost...calming, lavishly so.

"Can I sleep with you tonight?" Kal asked softly, her voice trembling.

"I don't want you sleeping anywhere else," said the Queen. "In fact I find you still in debt to the Crown. You're going to have to continue to keep me company until the Crown is satisfied."

"Oh no," Kal said, with a giggle. Then, "Can I help you out of these clothes?"

Finnula's voice was soft and loving. "Only if you promise to play with my breasts."

Kal helped with an inordinate amount of buttons, and layers of underthings. The Queen was beautiful, alluring and lovely in the lamplight, and perfectly so. She crawled into her bed and opened her arms for Kal to fall into them, and Kal did just this.

Finnula wrapped her arms around her little thief and held her close as she explored the curves and swells of her breasts. She found that Kal really seemed to enjoy tugging and pulling on her nipples, and after a long while, Kal settled in and began suckling.

Finnula signed. She had no idea this night would end so sweetly, so passionately. She never wanted the moment to end. "Don't stop," she encouraged Kal. "Don't stop. It feels so good, so right, doesn't it?"