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Once upon a time there was a beautiful queen who ruled over the small empire of Edessa. Although she was surrounded by the castle staff, everyone from her lady's maid to the royal falconer, she was lonely.
There was no king in Edessa. The queen's parents had died before they had chosen a husband for her. Which was just as well as anyone they chose would have been for a beneficial alliance rather than love.
The queen looked out over the misty hills of Edessa and sighed, wondering if she was to forever maintain her solitary life. She stamped her velvet-encased foot and swore.
*quot;De réir gach a bhfuil síoraí!*quot; she said. That's Gaelic, which is a much better language to swear in, by the way. *quot;I'll meet someone today or be damned!*quot;
But how? She could throw a ball. But that would mean having to invite the nobility from the surrounding kingdoms. She had met all those men. Some were married, some were egotistical jerks, and some were ugly. Some, like the king of Razohain, were all three. The queen shuddered. No, there would be no ball.
The queen walked back into her room and closed the shutters just as the clock chimed 10:30. That gave her an idea. Soon, the entire castle staff would be having their elevenses. If she timed everything just right, she could slip out and go searching for, well, not for a mate. But she could go searching for some fun.
There was a floorboard in her closet that she had pried up last year when Yulis had had to leave. Yulis had been her favorite lady's maid, but she was caught removing her knickers rather than removing the raspberry stain from the queen's eyelet camisole. Lucky Yulis and the footman she had been caught with. What fun. Yulis had been forced out by the housekeeper. Even though the queen had insisted Yulis stay on, that old prune of a housekeeper had said it would never do. What kind of example did that set for the rest of the staff? Yulis had had to leave immediately and had left behind her spare afternoon-off dress.
The queen pulled up the floorboard, changed into Yulis's old dress, and looked at herself in the mirror with a critical eye. Her hair was all wrong. She took some of it down, enough so that she could squash a straw hat onto her head and opened the door to bursa eskort the passageway. The coast was clear.
At the top of the servants' staircase, she strained to listen, No one was about. Excellent. She ran quickly and quietly down the stairs to the back door. Glancing right and left, she tore off to the stables, hoping the stableboys would be enjoying their tea or whatever it was they had for elevenses.
No one was in the stables. The queen had two horses, Copper Elegance and Rainblossom. Poor Copper was too old for a quick getaway. Besides, he had never had anything but a sidesaddle on his back. That would never do if she were to successfully pull this off. Would Rainblossom let her put a saddle on? Not that she had any idea how to do that. Sometimes being the queen seemed to have more disadvantages than advantages.
There was a rustling in the far stall. There was no time to lose. The queen ducked down and then slowly peered up over the rail of Rainblossom's stall. What horse was that? Wingstar? She was all saddled up and ready to go. Perfect! Without a second thought she opened the gate, put her foot into the stirrup, swung her leg over the sorrel, and gave Wingstar a gentle kick.
They were off like a shot! The queen's bonnet was bobbing on her back but there was no way she was going to let go of the reins. She had never had such a wild ride before. It was nothing like the sedate sidesaddle rides she took every Thursday.
Wingstar seemed to know where she was going. She flew to the east toward Loch Eala. Loch Eala was known for its beautiful lakes and ponds where swans swam each summer, for that's what Loch Eala means: Swan Lake.
Wingstar ran out of steam as they entered Loch Eala, which gave the queen the opportunity to think. Where does one go to meet a man? The men working in shops and pubs and inns would all be busy this time of day. Farms were a possibility. But how did one wander onto a farm? What excuse could one make?
The queen pondered as Wingstar walked. Suddenly, Wingstar stopped. The queen looked up to see the village smithy glistening in the fire of his forge.
*quot;Wingstar, lass, what have you brought me?*quot; he said.
*quot;You know my horse?*quot; the queen asked primly. bursa escort bayan She realized that would never do. Her accent would give her away. She vowed to speak like the scullery maid.
*quot;Your horse, is she?*quot; The smithy smiled.
*quot;Oh. Well, no. Of course not. Just for the day.*quot;
*quot;I'd say you have magic in your veins if you've broken her. Yesterday she was as wild as the day she was born. I should know; I'm the one who shoed her not twenty-four hours ago. What's your name, magical one?*quot;
The queen almost scolded the smithy for not calling her your highness, but then remembered herself. *quot;Cass,*quot; she said.
*quot;Cass, lass, I'm Penn. What brings you and your filly-for-the-day to Loch Eala?*quot;
Feeling suddenly bold, Queen Cass said, *quot;Adventure.*quot;
*quot;Adventure, is it?*quot; the smithy's eyes twinkled. He wasn't taken in for a moment by Queen Cass. Her accent, her hair, her smooth complexion--it could only be a lady of high breeding. But if it was adventure she sought, who was he to deny a queen? Penn helped Cass off Wingstar. *quot;Would you like to see the swans? Is that the sort of adventure you had in mind?*quot;
*quot;Swans?*quot; Queen Cass shook her head. *quot;That seems awfully tame.*quot;
*quot;Perhaps watching me work is more to your liking.*quot;
Watching Penn's muscles as he worked with fire and metal sounded good to Cass. *quot;That might be a start,*quot; she said.
Penn took a small piece of iron and plunged it into the fire. When it was glowing red, he put it on the anvil and hammered it flat. He quickly wound it around a rod to shape it and then dropped it into a basin of water. It hissed and spluttered for a moment. When it stopped, Penn dried it with the hem of his kilt and then took Cass's hand.
*quot;Please accept this token, lass,*quot; he said as he slipped it onto her finger.
No one had ever given Cass a ring before, and she was deeply touched.
*quot;But I had nothing to give you in return,*quot; she said. *quot;Perhaps, if it's not too forward, I might offer you a kiss.*quot;
Penn gathered her into his arms and kissed her deeply. Cass was so stunned by the force of it she felt as if she had drunk too much wine. She teetered slightly when he released her.
*quot;Surely, you must be hungry,*quot; görükle escort Penn said. *quot;My rooms are in the back. Come.*quot;
The look in Penn's eyes was one of a hunger Cass had never seen before. She followed him without a word.
Penn's rooms could have been furnished with boulders or painted chartreuse or lined with eagle feathers--she took no notice. Once they were out of the public eye, Penn kissed her again and she returned his passion. His hand went to the hem of her skirt and lifted it, his fingers running up the length of her leg. His mouth moved down her neck to her shoulder, then his tongue slid between her breasts. In spite of herself, she let out a gasp of pleasure.
Penn took Cass's hand and guided it between his legs. *quot;Is that the sort of adventure you had in mind?*quot; he said low in her ear.
*quot;Tóg mé,*quot; she said. Somehow Gaelic seemed to fit the occasion. It sounds rough and guttural, sexy and sensual. It sounded close enough to its English counterpart, take me, without any prissiness.
*quot;Sea, do mhórgacht.*quot; And with that, she knew her secret was out. He had called her your highness. But he spun her around, lifted her skirts and plunged into her all in one smooth motion.
Just as Cass was starting to wonder if this could get any better, Penn slid out and lifted her onto the mantle, putting her pussy right at the level of his mouth. He sucked on her until she cried out.
*quot;No one can hear you, lass,*quot; he said. *quot;Make all the noise you like.*quot;
Wave after wave overtook her. She wondered if he'd ever stop yet hoped he wouldn't. Her limbs were like jelly. She could barely stay up on the mantle.
At last he brought her back down. She saw that he was as hard as the iron he worked with. She knelt before him and took the tip of his rod into her mouth. She swirled her tongue around it. She sucked him in bit by bit. She heard him moan and took him into her mouth even deeper. In and out he slid as she held his hips.
Suddenly, he brought her up by her shoulders. He moved to a chair, sat, and pulled her onto him. Cass straddled him and lowered herself onto his cock, looking deep into his eyes. She moved on him to please herself. Just as she was about to explode, Penn came deep in her with a groan of pleasure. She collapsed onto his chest.
After a moment, Penn reached down and gathered some of their combined cum onto his fingers. He placed them in Cass's mouth and then kissed her.
*quot;Any time you're looking for adventure,*quot; he said, *quot;Saddle up Wingstar. She knows the way.*quot;