The Tale of Queen Arta Ch. 02 - Sex Stories

The Tale of Queen Arta Ch. 02

... the other as much as they were eating their own food. It was an exercise in observation, in measuring their company. Despite the modestly awkward company, the food was, admittedly, quite delicious, but certainly did not require such abundance. The lamb was well-seasoned and thoroughly displayed that hearty, slightly greasy, and soft texture it ought. It crumbled slightly and washed down well with the wine. The vegetables held some crunch but otherwise yielded easily to chewing. Were she a culinary expert, Arta would likely have had no complaint.

"So why did you have me here, O' Queen? If I were here to eat, we both know the proper meal to have offered me is currently hiding beneath your garments."

Arta was taken briefly aback, such direct and pointed speech a rarity in her life, "If you must know, I need your help finding someone. A man who is dear to me."

"So. Let me get this straight. You, the Queen of half the Isles, has fallen for one singular man who has left you. And you wish me to find him?"

"Minus your commentary, Orrea, yes."

Orrea shrugged, a guarded level of comport and pretense shed as a lizard does its skin and a hardness coming into her voice, "I've heard dumber and more fantastical tales. You're lucky you're cute, Arta."

The Queen bristled slightly at being called this without her first permitting it, "What's the cost, Orrea?"

"For a cute girl such as yourself, I'll be pretty cheap. I've been through similar heartbreaks, and I'll be here ...

... to comfort you when my search shows he's simply left you for some buxom farm wench... or four."

"And when I'm right and something has actually happened?"

Orrea pretended she had to pause to think, "Well, then, I'll be hoping you want to be just as caring for me in my time of need. I do so hate to be proven wrong." She pouts and pauses a moment, "But, no. That's not the cost. The cost will be simple. It will be a game of my choosing. If you win, then that's it. If you lose--or choose to lose--then you will spend a night in passionate embrace with me."

"That's it?"

"What were you expecting? My magic and my perverted mind are both fueled by sex. I've sampled all the pleasures the world has to offer time and again, and this is the only one worth revisiting. I've little need for coin or jewel I can't already exceed and I've no desire for title, pomp, or circumstance. And I must admit you've proven a rather tantalizing conquest for me ever since the first time I was dragged to your court."

"So you have been causing trouble to come see me."

"Who? Me? Little, innocent, darling me? Never." A wicked grin spilled out on her cheeks.

Arta groaned, "My poor guards. How about this, Orrea. You want to see me in future, come knock at my door during my reading hours. I've no doubt that you can slip unseen through this castle."

"Oh, but that would be splendid. I wouldn't have to leave my poor plants unattended, and I wouldn't have to hassle or be hassled by those sweet ...