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All of her names and titles took the elderly herald three full minutes to get through. She’d counted the time herself.
The prince on her right leaned closer. “How did he do?” He whispered.
She smiled. “It was a valiant effort but well wide of the mark, I’m afraid. You’ve discovered why we only use our full names when we’re at court. My familiar name is Bemere.”
“Alas, that would make me Purvis,” the prince said.
“Which is completely impossible to with a straight face,” his princess, seated on her other side, added.
The prince leaned forward slightly to look at his wife, a look of fondness and more than a little amusement. In return, the princess gave him a rather saucy wink and pursed her lips in a kiss.
“She’s correct, of course. There hasn’t been any actual laughter, but I do wonder what grudge my father had against me at such a young age. I go by Cal when no one is around to notice.”
“Your Highness, I couldn’t possibly be so familiar,” Bemere protested.
It was the princess’s turn to lean closer. “You are as gracious as you are beautiful,” she said quietly. “But neither of us have any illusions about who, or what we are; my father was a commoner knighted on the battlefield, by the old prince in fact. Our little hold is barely the size of a county, let alone a duchy and beyond our House Guards, our army is nonexistent. We are little more than simple fishermen.”
Bemere smiled. “Simple fisher folk with a fleet that is the envy of AllWorld. And I’d have to say that the Ten Thousand Islands must lend some extra territory.”
“Does it? Sadly, statecraft is beyond a simple wife like myself.”
The princess smiled at her, not fooling Bemere for a moment. Whatever her parentage, this human woman had a head for tactics and economics that compared favorably with any of the admiralty from Bemere’s homeland. She was a worthy mate for her husband, a man titled as Prince of Waves, if one was inclined to diplomacy. The Prince of Pirates was his usual title, especially in naval circles of the surrounding empires.
“Highness, if I may be so bold, how many ships did your ‘commoner’ father command?”
The princess laughed, putting a hand on her arm. “You are as astute as you are beautiful. Please do me the honor of using my name, Bemere.”
The elf smiled at her. “It’s my honor, Madeline.”
The princess smiled and turned to answer a question from the noble to her left. She left her hand on Bemere’s arm however and the visiting elf was very aware of the warmth through her sleeve. As her husband began the ritual of his court, Madeline’s hand stayed where is was, caressing Bemere’s arm occasionally.
~~~~
Adelobermerlyn Mayarind had arrived in the Human lands bearing the signet and proofs of an emissary of the Selenic Court. She was a Plenilune, a tribe of Fae known as the NightElves or Moon Folk by outsiders.
The Plenilune were the least numerous of the Fae as well as the most secretive. Encountering a Night Elf was uncommon in other Fae holdings, and they took care to remain rumors and legends in the territories of other races.
But, for all of their reclusiveness, the Plenilune were counted among the wealthiest and most influential of the Fae. Secret emissaries like Bemere kept the Selenic Court insulated but very well informed about happenings on the other territories of All World. That’s why she had arrived here in the principality of Brynjudalr Sands.
These humans were a bit like the Plenilune, although their elusiveness had more to do with their penchant for “salvaging” merchant vessels from other Human kingdoms, often prior to any actual damage occurring. Their discretion in all other matters made their harbors and towns the most popular places to enter Human territory.
For their part, the noble families of the Sands were delighted with the arrangements. For the occasional cost of supplies or transportation, the nobles were rewarded with the secrets and plans of their competition gathered by the Plenilune agents. So, as other kingdoms grew and declined over the centuries, Brynjudalr Sands remained a stable, prosperous enclave. Bemere was very fond of the Sands and its Human denizens, this was her fourth visit in as many centuries.
On this visit, she noticed that prince’s court was far shorter than it had been in the past. It was looking like a very warm summer, so Bermere fully approved. It was far too easy to fall asleep in the smoky and stuffy throne halls Humans preferred. She’d been surprised when the court was ended as well, instead of the usual tedious feast afterward, the Nobles and Commoners alike had simply gotten up and left.
Another, more interesting, observation was that the Princess of Waves had kept her warm hand on Bemere’s arm the entire time, occasionally caressing her to emphasize some point or another. These two were turning out to be far more interesting than any of the other Human rulers she’d met over the years.
When the court had emptied of visitors, the Prince stretched and yawned.
“Pardon the delay,” he said. “The only problem with a monthly court is that you cannot easily cancel it when other duties arise.”
“Duty?” Madeline laughed. “Your manners are somewhat lacking, Cal.”
He smiled. “Perhaps I meant duty as a treasured obligation, dearest.”
Madeline laughed harder. “Cal, you should stop speaking now.”
“By your command,” he grinned at her. “Bemere, please excuse all this unseemliness.”
“You cannot be unseemly in your own Hall, Highness,” Bemere said with a small smile.
“He certainly tries at times. And now I must really insist that you use our names. Or else you shall be styled Her Plenilunic Ladyship and that’s far too stuffy in private.”
“Of course, Madeline.”
“That’s far better. Now, let us retreat to less drafty surroundings so that we may speak in confidence.”
~~~~
Bemere followed them into the quiet library and into the dimly lit stacks. In one of the deadend aisles, the prince triggered some hidden mechanism and a door appeared, all traces of it hidden among the details of the ornate paneled wall.
“One of my forebears thoughtfully created a way to get to our quarters without traipsing through the rest of the keep,” Cal said.
“Very clever,” Bemere said, not mentioning that the passage had been constructed during her second visit, or the fact that one of her extended family had been there to teach the crafters the necessary engineering skills. That kind of thing tended to make Humans uneasy.
After climbing several sets of stairs and navigating narrow corridors, they emerged into a richly appointed sitting room. Cal and Madeline immediately took off their crowns and put them in a cabinet that looked to be elvish manufacture. They sealed the doors with a spoken incantation. Cal went to a sideboard and poured wine while Madeline opened the large doors, letting a cool breeze into the room.
“How long will we have the pleasure of your company?” Madeline asked.
“Not long, I’m heading up into the highlands,” Bemere said, smiling and nodding in thanks as Cal handed her a glass of dark red wine. “The Laird of Stone’s Edge sent his son against the High Elves last season. The Goldens refuse to acknowledge the incursion, so I’ll go find the from the other side.”
Madeline sipped her own wine, moving over as Cal joined her on the divan.
“We know a little of the ,” she said. “Mostly that Mad Gregor, the son, lost yet another army. That’s the third one, if anyone is keeping tally.”
Bemere sighed. “How many did he lose this time?”
“All of them,” Cal said. “Gregor lives on but he left nearly a hundred heavy cavalry dead on the field, along with couple of thousand foot pikes.”
“Who gave him that many soldiers?” Bemere asked, surprised.
“No one. He made his own and conscripted peasants and freeholders to carry them.”
Before harvest was in, Madeline sighed. “So famine will stalk the northern slopes this winter. Bemere, I know I have no right to ask, but it would be best if he was removed…”
“Sadly, I am here to only observe. But trust that the High Elves will take decisive action very soon. They have finally learned that they must pay some attention to the world outside their borders.”
“We can but hope,” Cal said. “When we realized that Gregor had cost their kingdom that many lives, and even more innocents to come, I became quite angry. I even considered sending my own delegation to express my grave concern.”
“There is less satisfaction in letting the High Ones have the honors, but far fewer repercussions for your people in the Sands.”
“That is precisely what Madeline had counselled,” Cal said, smiling at his wife.
“And now that we’re in perfect agreement on at least one thing, I am going to find something cooler to wear while you two talk.”
Cal and Bemere both stood up when she did. Madeline kissed her husband’s cheek and disappeared through a door.
“You are a formidable pair,” Bemere said, as the door closed behind the princess. “Most royal pairs are nowhere as well matched.”
“She has made me a fortunate man,” Cal said. “My maps are in the study and there is a large table to spread them out.”
“Lead on,” Bemere said, making sure she had her wine glass.
~~~~
For the next two turns of the hour glass, they went over the maps as well as the notes from Cal’s merchantspies on the state of roads and conflicts across the human kingdoms. Finally, Bemere sat back and rubbed her eyes.
“It seems like things are becoming…overlively across the Human kingdoms.”
The Prince nodded somberly. “I fear that we’re falling into another round of war. And, truthfully, I am not happy about letting you out there without a full set of guards.”
“That’s very kind, my prince, but the less attention I bring to myself, the better.”
“That’s what Madeline said as well.”
“Did I hear my name?” The princess called and opened the door to Cal’s study. She had changed in a diaphanous looking gown and her feet were bare.
“Why didn’t you join us?” Cal asked. “These chairs are far more comfortable than pressing an ear to the keyhole.”
“A princess in a privy council? Scandalous!” She said, grinning at him. “However, eavesdropping is a long and revered tradition. Now, milord, you will remove your court finery before something stains it. While you do, I will show our guest around the terrace. There’s a lovely onshore breeze tonight.”
“I will join you shortly,” he said.
They traded kisses as he passed and Bemere followed Madeline out another set of doors, onto a terrace crowded with all kinds of plants. Taking her hand, the princess led her to an area secluded among potted ferns and small trees. There were several divans and a large stack of cushions. Bemere’s baggage had been neatly stacked here as well.
“Is this acceptable?” Madeline asked. “I read that the Plenilune prefer to sleep under the open sky.”
“It’s perfectly lovely,” Bemere said.
“This little haven is a wonderful place to sleep when the heat is too much inside and it has a fine view of the stars. Please, make yourself comfortable.”
Bemere thanked her and immediately sat to remove her long boots. She wasn’t quite surprised when Madeline insisted on helping her pull them off. She also had, somewhat unnecessary assistance removing her her long waistcoat. The elf sighed happily, glad to be rid of the overwarm formal clothes, left in just her thin shirt and breeches.
When the Madeline went to hang Bemere’s waistcoat over a chair, the elf saw that the diaphanous gown the princess had chosen became all but transparent when backlit. She admired the lean body of the other woman but had no idea about the current social protocols, so Bermere did nothing more than appreciate the sight as the noblewoman went and reclined on the divan next to her.
“And now I’d like your advice,” Madeline said. “Within a tenday of receiving word of your arrival, there was another message from the Selenic Court. The sender was titled as ‘Maestra of Leaf and Fountain, Third Mistress of Sky,’ but there wasn’t a legible proper name. It was about your needs while you’re traveling.”
Bemere laughed. “Those titles belong to my mother. Obviously, I would like to review her list carefully. She has always erred on the side of overprotection.”
“Don’t they all? I promise, her recommendations were minimal. One thing I wasn’t sure of; she mentioned you have begun your journey into summer.”
Bemere laughed. “That’s an overly polite way of saying that I’m a bitch coming into heat.”
Madeline’s eyes initially widened at Bemere’s crudity but when their eyes met, both burst out laughing.
“I didn’t know that your people had specific seasons.”
“We’re different than Humans in that, yes. From what I’ve heard of your ‘monthlies’ I think I prefer our way.”
“I can imagine. Could you help me here? I am not astute enough to interpret her reason for including that information.”
“Of course. She spends too much time at court, and I fear it’s affected her communication skills with the real world.”
Madeline shook her head, grinning. “I will not include that in my reply, thank you.”
“What she is eversodelicately asking is for you to assign a…companion for my time here. When our bodies are ready for children, there is a strong desire for physical pleasure.”
“Have you had many children?”
“Thank the Lady, no. Pregnancy is exceeding rare for us although is not, if you’ll pardon the word.”
“No need to pardon, the Prince and I adore crude language, in the right place and time. I am curious but do not wish to pry.”
“Ask away,” Bemere said, loosening the tight collar on her shirt.
“Your lives are so long, does this condition last longer than we’d expect as well?”
“Yes, I will be receptive for the next couple of years. You do not need to trouble yourself over this however, I have the means to alleviate my urges in my baggage. If I am vigilant, it really is nothing to fret over.”
“That sounds wonderfully naughty but why must you be vigilant? The urges are that strong?”
Bemere nodded. “They can become overwhelming. There is a small part of us called the Seat of Life. It is found on the canal of my and most of the time it is indistinguishable from its surroundings. During our receptive time, it swells to the size of a large bean, generating the humor that drives our need to mate. If not addressed daily, it grows larger and secretes more of this substance. Too much of it in my body and I become obsessed with until it is empty again.”
“Astounding. And how does one address something like that?”
“I’ll show you.”
Bemere went over to her luggage and took out a plain leather box with no visible hinge or lock. Instead, Bemere traced a pattern on the side and a lid appeared. She sat back down beside Madeline and lifted the hinged cover.
“How lovely,” the princess said, seeing the ornate objects inside. “They are some kind of imbued wand?”
Bemere grinned at her. “In a manner of speaking. I put them inside of me, this angled part is made to press against the Seat of Life, forcing the accumulated substance into my blood. It does not have the time to overgrow if I take care to empty it every day.”
Madeline chuckled. “Yes, they greatly resemble pegos but one doesn’t like to assume. There’s no effect from that small bit of humor then.”
“Oh, there’s an effect. It usually takes an hour or so to work it out of my system after I milk myself. That’s where a close companion would come into the . But these are pleasurable enough and far easier to carry.”
“Before my monthlies, I am often a woman obsessed with one thing; getting a prick up inside me as hard and often as possible. I can’t imagine being that way for years.”
“Plenilunes are a pretty lusty bunch, most of the Fae are actually. It really only becomes a bother if you need to travel, like now.”
“Have you…’milked’ yourself today?”
Bemere smiled at Madeline’s directness. “Not yet. I prefer the evening, it makes for a very sound sleep.”
Cal chose that moment to call to them. Both women stood up and he waded through the garden vegetation toward them. He was dressed in the same type of clothes as Bemere, dark breeches with a lightweight shirt than hung open at the neck. His exposed chest looked very good to Bemere and she wondered what his skin would taste like. She closed her eyes for a moment and took a deep breath. She hadn’t had the privacy on the small inter island ship here to get herself off, it had been two full days since she’d managed to empty the gland. Too long, she had to control herself carefully until she had a few private moments.
“Darling husband,” Madeline said, wrapping Cal in her arms.
“Beloved wife,” he said.
The kiss they shared was not the decorous act they would show the public. Bemere’s breath quickened as Madeline took her husbands hand and put it inside of her gown. From both of their sighs, it sounded like her other hand had found his prick. She was about to sneak off and find the nearest privy when they broke apart, grinning at each other like lovers in their teens. Madeline smiled at her and stepped back.
“I am being terribly rude to our guest,” she said to Cal, her eyes on Bemere. “She requires a soothing touch and instead we are making her life more difficult. Come and rest with us.”
Bemere took another deep breath, pressing the lust out of her mind as best she could. It wouldn’t do to slight her Human hosts, but if she didn’t find some kind of relief soon, she’d end up herself silly in the middle of polite conversation.
Madeline led to Cal to a divan and sat him down. She turned back to Bemere and did something to the translucent gown that made it fall from her shoulders. Her body was lean and muscular and her hair and eyes were the same ravenblack locks as the Prince and most other Humans from the Sands. Madeline’s hair had been left longer than usual, tumbling past her shoulders and down her back.
Cal watched his wife undress herself, loosening his shirt. Madeline helped him out of it and then dragged his breeches off. Both of them were quite attractive; their skin was a little darker than her own, matching their ravenblack hair and eyes. Madeline’s breasts were smaller than Bemere’s, with dark nipples that stood proudly in the cool evening air.
“Isn’t she perfect?” The prince murmured to himself.
“You are too kind, milord,” Madeline said, coming over to take Bemere’s hand.
She led her to the space among the couches and cushions and began to loosen her shirt.
“Lady be praised,” Bemere said in a shaky voice. “I was about to run off and find a closet for myself.”
“I think we can do much better than that,” Madeline whispered.
She unbuckled Bemere’s breeches and let them fall to the floor. The long shirt was next, pulled over her head to leave her as naked as the two humans.
Her skin was pale compared to theirs and she didn’t appear as muscular but their eyes devoured her larger breasts and the pink nipples standing as proudly as Madeline’s. Bemere’s hips were a bit wider, framing her hairless and leading to the long legs that looked as though Bemere had stolen them from some love goddess in the distant past.
“You are utterly stunning,” Cal said as Madeline led Bemere to the couch opposite his.
“Isn’t she?” Madeline murmured. “Darling Lady Elf, may I help you with your evening task?”
“I’d like that very much. The blue one with gold inlay would work best just now,” Bemere gasped.
Madeline fetched it from the box, but instead of handing it to Bemere, she knelt between the elf’s spread thighs.
“Cal, she’s got a beautiful cunny,” Madeline said, leaning closer.
Bemere gasped as the other woman’s fingers caressed and opened her .
“I’m not hurting you?” Madeline asked.
“Goddess no! Would you hurry up and get that inside of me? I can’t take much more.”
“I’ll wait to lick you then,” the princess said. “Let’s find this Seat of Love and then I’ll give you a good to empty it out again.”
Bemere had her first orgasm as Madeline’s fingers slid into her , teasing and caressing. When the princess’s rubbed against the hard little bump, a second orgasm hit her like a thunderbolt.
“Is that it?” Madeline asked, looking up at her.
Bemere nodded, breathlessly. “Your fingers feel so nice, just push against it firmly.”
Madeline kept her eyes on Bemere’s face as two fingertips found the right spot again. Then Bemere’s eyes rolled back in her head as Madeline pinched the bud firmly. The elf cried out in a series of almost musical moans and her body shivered as though she was sitting on snowbank rather than embroidered pillows. The heat of the intense arousal spread through her body, bringing a flush to her chest and face.
“Let’s make sure we’ve gotten it all,” she heard Madeline say.
Then Bemere’s back arched and she groaned at the feeling of fingers deep inside her, finding the bud again. She rubbed it firmly and there was an explosion behind Bemere’s eyes as she lost herself in the wave of pleasure drowning her mind.
When she came to her senses again, Bemere found Madeline sprawled beside her on the low couch. The princess’s legs were spread wide, one of her legs on top of Bemere’s. Cal knelt in front of her, his mouth busily sucking and working her .
Bemere turned and found Madeline’s lips with her own. The women shared deep, tongue caressing kisses as the princess repeatedly came on her husband’s face.
Cal finished his task between his wife’s legs and stood up. His rigid prick looked wonderful and Bemere really hoped she’d be allowed to try it out.
“I hope you’re not finished,” Madeline murmured, hand caressing Bemere’s inner thigh.
“And I hope you can keep up,” the elf teased her.
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