Kia's POV:
Eliana and I are brought in with the flood of nobles into the dining hall. The room is filled with gold and red tapestries and tables. Gold tablecloths hang down to the floors. The crowd spreads out gathering around the tables. Servants move about the room making the final preparations, putting the glasses onto the tables. Eliana and I make our way to the tables, sitting down. More people continue to file into the room. I watch as the musicians make their way over to their spot, picking up their instruments and playing. The sound of violins fill the air. I can smell roasted chicken cooking in the kitchen, the scent wafting up from the basement.
"Would you care to dance?" I ask her
"Not quite yet." She replies as she too surveys the room, her red hair falling down past her shoulders
Her blue eyes scan about at the view in front of us.
My long brown hair follows in curls down my back.
My brown eyes meet her blue ones and we smile.
We never imagined we'd wind up here.
Every girl dreams of being a lady.
For most, they would love out their lives as commoners or married off to the lords for money. It was a cruel world and everyone scrambled for whatever they could.
For the poor it was food.
For the rich it was power.
I myself was previously betrothed before but it had fallen through when my suitor decided to wed someone else.
A trumpet sounds and all activity in the room ceases.
Heads turn to the sound.
"King Silas and Queen Raverra of the West Seas and Silver Isles!" The man shouts
Everyone's focus shifts to the royals.
Those of us sitting, stand in respect.
Mine however shifts back to Eliana.
I look to where she'd been just a moment ago.
She's not there.
I sit back down, thinking perhaps she'd gone to the chamber room and would be right back.
I jump when I feel a hand on my thigh. Then a hand on the other. I look down to see her between my legs. Then her head disappears under the fabric of my dress.
I grip the table and withhold a gasp when her warm wet tongue begins to circle my clit. Her soft hands trace the inner skin of my thigh sending shivers up my spine.
I inhale a shaky breath, gripping the table even harder.
I hear the music begin to pick up again and the sounds of my stifled moans and whimpers are drowned out by the sound of dozens of footsteps moving about.
Eliana's POV:
I smirk internally feeling her clench up at my touch.
Slowly I weave my way through the inner folds of her, feeling her twitch as I do so, pleasure building.
I don't stop even as I hear footsteps approaching.
I am completely concealed.
"M-more wine please." I hear her stutter to someone
"Yes, my lady." A woman says
The footsteps retreat.
Kia's POV:
I put my hand over my mouth with a napkin, stifling another moan, acting, as if I am simply wiping my face. I nudge my lover with my foot as if to show that I don't approve. I can hear her snicker a little. Eliana picks up for speed, licking more vigorously and with more force. I inhale a shaky breath. Just than the young servant girl I had spoken with returns with the pitcher of wine.
She pours it before disappearing again.
Elians then dives in, sliding her tongue inside me.
I barely manage to hold it in.
She move more furiously now, not giving me a moment to catch my breath. I do my best to keep my image contained even as this young woman between my thighs causes me to orgasm, my juices flowing. I hand her a towel discreetly.
She takes it before she goes for my clit again.
Eliana's POV:
We both know we could be at risk of losing our titles if we are caught in this moment.
For some reason, the thought of this made the desire stronger.
I move in slow circular motions around her clit.
She's soaked.
She trembled, barely keeping it together as she cums again.
I clean us up, tossing the towel in a bin of rags beside us.
I slip out from under the table, fork in hand as if I had dropped it. I sit back down, fixing my hair a bit as my girl stares back at me, lusting for more.