I wrapped my arms around my target. The one that would receive me today.
”Hmph,” Alice Mender turned her nose and face away from my own questing lips. “You know how this goes Ellen. We are not doing this again. I don’t even like you like that.” Her soft dress dented under my squeezing arms as I pressed my own modest breasts against her back just as she loved to feel.
”Baby,” I whisper with sweet honeyed words. “You know I’ll spoil you just like you love. Have you quivering against my lips.” I could see her cheeks turn pink at my words, her eyes glimmering as she glanced and me and then turned back away. She didn’t free herself from my arms.
”We are not doing this.” She leaned back against me, “You’re a big dummy that didn’t return my calls.”
I pressed my lips against the edge of her ear, barely tickling it with a promise of a nip. “Come on, you know my Aethercrystal was confiscated by my boss. I was caught checking it, waiting for you.”
”It was? You were?” I could hear the hope in her voice. I hoped she believed the lies. It was taken because I had talked the twelfth princess into taking photos for me. I almost had her in the palm of my hands, then she would make me her handmaiden and I wouldn’t have to slum it out here anymore. Not when I could climb into a princess bed and sup upon her maidenly flower.
”Of course, I was going to slid my fingers into my panties while I was looking at those photos you let me take of you. You know the ones, when I had you bent over. Spreading yourself for me.” I ran my hands up the front of her dress and took each of her small breasts in my hand. Kneading them gently through the cloth. Each of them was barely a palmful. They were one of her most sensitive parts she loved most.
She melted, grinding her ass against my hips as her hands wrapped around mine. “I don’t know why I let you do this to me. You always leave in the morning. I don’t even love you.”
She was such a liar. I knew Alice adored me, with my fist in her hair while I locked her lips against my pussy and made her my personal seat until I cum all over her face. Tying her up and making her dance in my palm whenever I want. “Don’t say that. You’ll hurt my feelings babe.” I pinched her hard nipples through her clothes. Puckered just for my attention.
She moaned and grabbed my hands. Her own quivering. Just a few minutes of player with her tits would leave her a quivering mess, having cum her brains out if I wanted. “Ellen. Oh, Ellen.” She was melting when the back door of the seamstress’s shop banged open. We shoved each other away as I looked balefully at our interrupter.
Misstress Tianna stared at the two of us. Alice’s chest heaving and cheeks burning like bright stars as she fixed her hair, tossing its long blond locks over a shoulder. My own cold glare staring at the plump woman. Whose apron extended like a battering ram ahead of her. Her sixth child so close to being brought into this world. Her eyes met mine and narrowed.
”Alice, if you would step out please.” The woman’s voice was like ice in the room. Chilling the atmosphere I had been building. I just needed a few more seconds before I would have been under that dress and bringing her to an orgasm to break her resistance and let me stay over for the night. It would be better than my shitty room in the brothel.
”Yes Misstress.” Alice glanced at me, a torn expression on her face as I smiled at her brilliantly. Trying to lure my little bumblebee to my flower. She sighed, flipped her hair one more time and walked out of the room. Her hard nipples still erect enough to see them through her clothes.
I was left in the room with Tianna. The matron staring at me with sheer hatred and anger. She shouldn’t have even been bothered a little bit. It wasn’t like Alice was her daughter being led astray. “You need to let that girl forget about all this nonsense and find a real husband. Ruining her as you are.”
Sighing I took a deep breath and ran my fingers through my hair, dragging it behind my head, I had tossed it just enough to look like Alice’s preference. Slightly messy and ragged, like I was aching for her. “I’m merely visiting a good friend of mine. I don’t know what I would be ruining her for.”
Tianna braced her hips and huffed, “I know you belong with the nuns with all the other women that will never be with a man. I tolerate you coming into my shop because that poor girl always works a little extra hard to impress you with her products. But she is on the cusp of making a name for herself and that’ll attract a nice tailor that will take her and make her a real woman. Make a couple babies like she’s supposed to.”
My lips twisted in a frown, “Who says I’ll never be with a man?”
”That scar across your face, you little snot. Look at those ugly freckles making you look blemished instead of what a man wants. Maybe you’ll be lucky and find a blind man.”
My face burned at the insult. “You listen here-“
”No you listen!” Tianna stepped up to me and thrust a finger into my chest. “I know you dally in a dozen girls’s rooms. Stringing those along so you get free meals and board. I thought as a chambermaid in the king’s castle would do that for you but every few weeks, when you get leave from the castle I find you sniffing around that poor girl. Leaving her pining for days once you’re done having your fun.”
Scoffing, I smacked her finger off my chest, “You dare.”
”I do dare. You’re lucky I love that poor girl or I would report you to the deacon for being such a sinful creature. Tried for what you are, going around sullying flowers that belong to future husbands.”
My lips turned into a snarl, “What is wrong with having such a good time? I leave her happier than before. Her dull life, toiling away in this horrid shop. Hell, I might just whisper into some princess’s ear about needing a personal seamstress.”
Tianna raised her hand when her outer doorbell chimed. She frowned at me. “Get out of my shop. And don’t you worry, I’ll escort little Alice home tonight. Keep anyone… untoward from bothering her.”
Mistress Tianna turned and hurried into the front of the store as I seethed. I had three days stuck outside the castle and my own ticket into a good room and a good cook just withered like a cut flower. Muttering insults under my breath I stepped outside of the back door and left through the alleys. My aching flower calling for my questing fingers. But it would have to wait. There were a few more women I could try to get to deal with it for me. It was always better using someone tongue instead of my calloused fingers.
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I was staring at the sky, my second and third flower had the audacity to get married in the last month I hadn’t seen them. Being dutiful wives instead of the delicate flowers I had enjoyed the nectar of. Now there was no way their new husbands would let me be about in their homes. Probably no doubt wondering why their wives asked them to touch them right instead of clumsily spraying their filthy seed inside them.
”Tch,” I spit off to the side. My heart pounding with anger as I stalked to the nearest courtyard. You could find aether grilled meats for cheap and maybe I could find some budding petals to explore. My sense for the women that would accept my advances had yet to let me down. I didn’t want to go crawling back to my mother of all people to be sheltered in the attic of the brothel. The loud grunting of men and false cries of the women beneath them.
The smell of charred cockatrice hit my nose as I entered a small courtyard off the side of the streets. A single vendor handing skewers off to customers as he cooked the meat over blue flames licking up from the magical stone that would burn for an eternity. Why buy coal when you can use the proper crystal for generations. It must have cost the man a god damn fortune. No wonder the price on top of his stall was so exorbitant.
Walking up I smiled warmly at the merchant and bought a skewer so thick with meat it almost made my thick wrists hurt. The endless hours of scrubbing and sweeping. Of stocking fires made me somewhat more muscular than most women. Not like it mattered. Any man or woman would be wrapped around my finger after one night. One of the only good things about being raised in the brothel is that you get to talk to all the experts in such subjects and skills.
The meat was tender and fell off the skewer, being shredded in my mouth with the barest of chewing. “Not like Mom is going to ask me to work a shift if I stay there. Not if I’m ok with the attic. Not unless some rich woman wants her snatch tended to.”
”Hear ye! Hear ye! All strapping men of the city. A call has been put out. Anyone skilled with a blade is to report to the castle for the annual binding ceremony. Who amongst you will finally tame the soulsborn armor? Who is brave and strong enough to bind the unbindable? Three bits per entry and a lifetime of royal pampering should you be the one that is chosen.”
I rolled my eyes, it had been over a hundred years since it was dug up from the ancient ruins of the Demon King’s Castle. Some said it was the Unnamed Hero’s treasure that made him so powerful. It rejected everyone, just some ploy to get a small bump to the treasury from every prospective blade master that wanted to work for the royal court.
I returned my metal skewer and thanked the vender. It was time to see my mother.