A Matter of Heirs - Preview 6

Life is life. Has been interesting. Things are starting to mellow out though between new meds and that. I was also again given some well-needed time by one of our high-dollar Patrons Error to put into properly working on this project. It gets ever-closer to done, and I intend to put as much effort as possible into finishing it soon, now that my state seems to be mellowing out.

"In only a short time, their bath had been filled. The water warm, filling the air with summer steam, and drowning out the scent of dried sex on the two of them. Ermina had been right, there likely would not have been room for the two of them with her more bulky frame. As it stood, their legs were a tangle, brushing each other’s rears as the shallow waves lapped beneath their ribs.

Neither seemed bothered, taking turns dipping beneath the surface as the maids ladled the water over them to wet their hair, and undeniably revelling in the closeness. There was a soft smile on the queen’s lips, as she ran the backs of her fingers over her suitor’s shoulder. An idea hit her, a strange one, considering, but one she felt would both enjoy.

“I believe we have enough hands present,” she told their bather, “You may be dismissed, until we are prepared to dress.”

The girl flushed, pulling her wet arms from the tub. “Are you certain, your majesty?”

Lidia gave a nod, and the girl dried and parted the room to leave them be. “We made quite the mess, I would like to wash off,” Ermina mused, looking to her bath mate.

“If I do not do a sufficient job,” the bronze-skinned royal fished the fatty bar of soap from its resting place, rubbing it betwixt her hands with a grin, “then we may call her back to finish up.”

Her suitor flushed, recoiling to the back of the tub nervously. “It is hardly appropriate for the queen to be giving someone a washing,” she mused, eyes cast aside, and on arm attempted to cross over her chest; only to leave her new bust squishing in either direction.

Queen Severina reached forth, lathered hand gliding down her date’s slender shoulders. “I am a lone ruling queen, seeking a wife to bear my child,” she pointed out, as the olive beauty started to loosen her grip, “I am hardy one to care about what is ‘appropriate’. Else, I would have a husband by now.”

She flashed those chocolate eyes, and it was enough for Ermina to open up. She allowed the sovereign to take her close, rubbing her body, admiring each inch of her as she washed away the dust and stains of the prior day. “Is this something you do with your concubine?” the suitor asked, leaned into her lover’s arms.

“No,” Lidia answered with a giggle, running a soapy hand up from core to the underside of a plump breast. “I simply felt it would be something I might enjoy.”

The heat beneath her fingertips told enough: the stubborn woman was enjoying it as well. Their bodies pressed together, close enough the royal’s breath tickled her neck just before a soft kiss.

“Speaking on the matter,” the queen leaned back, pulling her date with her to get at her soft underbelly, “have you an idea to how you would like to spend our second day of this courtship, Ermina?”

The dark-haired girl mulled it over, fingers running along her bather’s legs, gently squeezing when her more sensitive areas were touched. “I have one, yes,” she admitted, her touch quivering on Lidia’s skin, “Though, I do not believe it is what you intended with your offer, Lidia.”

Hands came up, running the soap through the raven locks draped across their bodies. “If it is what you would like to do, Ermina, then it is exactly what I intended,” she assured.

Ermina’s cheeks tinted pink. “While riding yesterday, I was reminded of something I have always wanted to do, but have never been allowed as a lady of my house.”

“And what would that be?” Queen Severina asked, cupping the water in her hands to pour over her work.

Those fingers curled tighter on her leg, rustling her soft hairs. “I have always been interested in hunting. The stories my father would tell at the table always left me envious I could not take part.”

“I hold no such limitations on what you may and may not do, Ermina,” Lidia told her. “Do you know how to shoot a bow?”

The girl’s lips pursed, head turning away as it had so many times. “I do not,” she admitted, “I have not been allowed.”

The queen’s soft laugh met her ear. “Well then, that would be where to start,” she stated with a pat on the beauty’s olive thigh. “We will go down to the soldier’s range, and let us see if I can teach you enough for an evening hunt together.”" - A Matter of Heirs by Madam Materia