The Tale of Queen Arta Ch. 02 - Sex Stories

The Tale of Queen Arta Ch. 02

... wrinkle or crow's foot upon her face despite the clear wit and wisdom of a quarter-century, minimum.

Arta smiled, halfway put-on, "So, Orrea, are you hungry?"

The redhead's smile continued and broadened into the tapered grin of a predator, "Well, I'm parched. And probably a little hungry, too."

"Then let's adjourn to lunch. I've had my chefs prepare some roast lamb and some spiced vegetables. I still have a good few pounds of seasoning from the war camp of the dear Duke," she made sure to place extra emphasis on his new, lesser title, "Baurus. His gift was most kind."

Orrea's eyes glittered, "I never turn down a girl who asks me to lunch."

Arta's eyes narrowed, "Oh? I am just 'a girl' in your eyes? Perhaps I shouldn't have let you off the hook so easily after all."

Orrea tittered back, "Your hand will deliver the only punishments I'd possibly accept. Not theirs."

Arta flushed slightly at the comment, thankful that none save the flirtatious redhead were present. "This way then, Miss Orrea."

"Just Orrea is fine, my Queen." The last word was artificially weighty on the girl's tongue, accentuated.

Arta rose and gestured Orrea towards the nearby door that led deeper into the castle. Remaining at the enchantress' back was likely a hollow caution but still prudent. Their appointed dining room was not far away, lurking up a leisurely set of stairs and in a nearby library with a thick-enough wooden door to ensure the necessary privacy and yet still allow ...

... calls for help, if urgent enough, to be heard. The table waiting inside was enough to seat eight and yet only had two places prepared, on opposite ends of the table. A small flagon of water and two upturned glasses waited alongside empty plates.

The chefs had prepared a decadent meal, far too lavish for Arta's preferences, and that took far too long for the serving girls to carry. What was supposed to be a few roasted lamb chops and a similar number of roasted vegetable skewers turned out to be two full roasted lambs, a rack of ribs, a cauldron of soup, and more roasted vegetables than would practically be required to feed the castle's entire population. Arta thanked them politely as she always did, simultaneously deciding what to eat and what to save for the others. A young man followed shortly after with a bottle of wine, offering it wordlessly to the Queen. She nodded and he dexterously poured a glass full for both Queen and guest before departing, the uncorked bottle resting at Arta's hand.

As soon as the servants had left, Arta sighed, "Well, eat up. This meal could feed twenty and is served to two."

Orrea smiled, "You haven't seen me eat. This would clearly only feed ten if so."

Arta's laugh was a bemused one, perhaps the first genuine laugh Orrea would have heard, "If you say so. Eat up. I'll have my own fill as we go. The servants will take the rest and none shall be wasted. I'd hate such frivolity."

The two ate in a rather unusual silence, both watching ...