The Tale of Queen Arta Ch. 02 - Sex Stories

The Tale of Queen Arta Ch. 02

... of sleep were a wash of blissful nectar heat spilling from her legs and a passionate kiss upon her lips.

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Arta awoke with a startling jerk, bolting upright. Her body was covered still in a thin sheen of sweat and her breathing was fast and deep. Her skin could still feel the touch of innumerable hands, both hers, her Lancelot's, and undoubtedly Orrea's, upon her skin. She was infinitely aware of her arousal and could almost feel the lingering effects of her one and only orgasm from the night. She did not need to reach between her legs to know she was still soaking wet, just as she could feel the cold wetness of the sheets beneath her from her orgasmic emission. Her reminiscing was interrupted by the sight of Orrea, perched at the window, one hand playing with her breasts and the other busy between her legs. Arta saw Orrea shiver with pleasure, her legs squeezing together and eyes closing tight as she came, before withdrawing her hand from between her legs and licking the juices from her fingers.

"Well, then." Orrea said, "That was enjoyable. I can see why you miss him."

Sluggish as her drowsy mind was, Arta was still taken aback, "I locked every way into this room. How on earth are you here?!"

Orrea chuckled playfully, "What made you think I wasn't here before you locked the door? Now, can we please go back to how divine that experience was?"

Arta gave a sardonic half-scowl, "And you're going to claim you weren't involved?"

"Hahaha. No, I won't ...

... pretend that. In order to track him, I had to be in your place. He knows what he's doing." Orrea purred. "And then I wanted to make sure you had an unforgettable night."

"Oh." Arta couldn't tell whether she felt more uncomfortable knowing that Orrea had experienced exactly what she had experienced herself or that Orrea had touched her most private and sensitive parts without permission. She decided to process this uncertainty later, "So are you able to find him?"

"I have a lead at least. If you were inclined to listen to me, I'd suggest you spend the next hour or two tending to the pent-up feelings last night stirred. One orgasm, no matter how strong, isn't enough to drain the sort of beacon we had to build. And if you'd further listen to me, I'd love to spend the rest of this morning with you, My Queen." Orrea batted her eyes overly-exaggeratedly at this last bit.

Arta shook her head, "You already had your way with me without permission. Just be glad I want to keep your witchy little hands intact. We shall speak again when you have followed up your lead."

"Kiss goodbye? I hate to cum and go." Orrea chirped, indefatigable.

"Not this time."

"But there'll be a next? Oh, goodie!" The incorrigible redhead giggled to herself before unlatching the chamber window, opening it, and stepping out through it, a red bird flitting off into the distance as soon as Orrea'd fallen out of sight.

Arta collapsed back onto the bed. Her heart was pounding. Her mind was reeling. And ...