Adventures of a Curious Bard

Recommend reading Part 1 first, but this story is self-contained and concludes in this installation. You don't need to read any of the other stories in the Curious Bard series.

Countess Ula of Chinre was exactly where she wanted to be. On all fours, with a handsome man's cock in her mouth, and his beautiful wife smothered beneath the countess's largesse. The pale, waifish girl's tongue lapped dutifully at the countess's forested loins, while the countess herself plunged her thick fingers into the pretty woman's pink, tight cunt.

The man had a strong grip on her hair, and he fucked her face in hard, rough strokes, causing her jowls to bounce and her throat to close up. His cock was long, hard, and hot in her mouth, and he grunted every time it slid into her throat. The Countess of Chinre was a woman with much experience, and she knew that the best way to treat a man was to treat him as he treated you. If he was rough with her, then she would be rough with him. And if he was gentle, she would be too. She swallowed around his cock, her hands coming up to fondle his balls. His eyes were closed, and he groaned in pleasure.

The wife's tongue was good, but not as good as some of the other lovers the countess had taken. But she was still young, and her husband's cock was nice enough that the countess wasn't complaining. She had no qualms about sharing their bed, especially considering these two were the most successful traders in Jeyn Port. She would happily fuck them for the sake of improved rates and business for the estate of Chinre.

And well, she also just liked to fuck.

The hot, stuffy bedroom was reeked of their sweat and arousal and the countess used her body as a tool, smothering and twisting the squirming woman below her. She gagged as the large cock battered her throat, spitting and spraying, but never hesitating as the merchant guided her head up and down upon his shaft. Her own fingers curled inside the young woman below her, causing the lass to squeal as her tongue slapped noisily against the countess's taint.

It was almost too good, too perfect. The countess closed her eyes as her own orgasm began to rise. She could feel it like a fire in her stomach, spreading through her body, and she knew her nethers were glistening with arousal. The girl's tongue slid back over the countess's labia, and then to the pearl at the top, and she felt her body coil and then whip loose, as she shuddered and gasped around the man's cock. He continued to pump into her throat as she came, her thighs smacking down on the woman below her, who now clenched and gushed against the countess's fingers.

The countess felt the man's cock pulse in her mouth, and then he shoved her head down and held her there, his hot, salty seed spurting out into her throat. She drank it up eagerly, slurping and sucking at his member until every last drop had been drained from him. He let go of her hair and she fell back, gasping for breath, her hair a mess over her shoulders, her breasts heaving.

The younger couple was still not ready to end the fun and games, as evinced by the shadow of the merchant's phallus cast over the countess's heaving bosom. "Come darlings," she cooed, beckoning them closer. "Why don't you use me as a canvas?"

When the door swung open, a poor, harried servant waving his hands in dismay, but being utterly ignored by a stern older woman with a pinched face, the countess was in the process of being splattered with cum from the merchant's large member, while his wife greedily licked it up off of her corpulent, generous form, her fingers buried in the countess's cunt. Dripping in the stuff, she hauled herself up by the elbows, as the merchant and his wife yelped and hurried to put on clothes.

"I'm so sorry, sir," the servant said, covering his eyes. "The Ledgerwoman would not be deterred, even though I said you were busy..."

"Busy is one way to put it," Katya said, crooking an eyebrow at the countess. "It has been a long time, Countess."

The countess arched her back, on all fours, shifting the bulk of her semen speckled body from side to side with no shame, like a cat stretching. "Indeed, Ledgerwoman. Might I ask why you've interrupted my recreational hours?" She ignored the merchant's indignant protestations. As wealthy as he was, he could not dismiss the Ledgerwoman of the Royal Court.

"You've been summoned to Corta. It's urgent, so wash that mess off yourself, put on some decent clothes, and prepare to travel." Katya turned on her heels but managed to flick her head back. "By the way, your little discovery has created quite the stir at court."

The countess licked some of the merchant's ejaculate off her lips. Her pussy was still dripping and aching for more, but she knew that it would have to wait for now. "The bard? How delicious. I wonder, what could she possibly have done?"

Katya was already heading down the stairs. "You have no idea!" she called out loudly.

The countess glanced at the merchant and his wife, both pulling on their undergarments. "What are you doing?" They stared at her. She pointed at the seed dripping down between her large breasts, where it pooled into the crannies of her flesh. "Lick me clean."

She certainly wasn't going to clean herself up.

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It is said that women moan when they are in the throes of passion, but Temora had learned each woman had their own way of vocalizing pleasure. Veyra was a grunter. She grunted now as the first of the anal beads slipped into the tight cleft of her asshole.

She held Veyra's hair in one hand, forcing her face down into the bed, her ass up high. She gave those muscular, pale buttocks a sharp slap and grinned as she saw the red handprint appear. "You're doing very well, my pet," she said sweetly, reaching down to massage the warrior's cunt. Her fingers teased the folds, finding the hidden nub and pinching it roughly. Veyra squirmed as the other woman played with her body, taking her in ways that were almost entirely new to her.

She'd taken to being Temora's pet very well. She did as she was told, so long as it did not interfere with her duties as the King's personal bodyguard. It meant that Temora didn't get quite as much access to her new plaything as she would have liked, but it did make their occasional liaisons quite a bit more fun. On this occasion, Temora had performed for the King at a feast, and afterwards, had been able to slip into Veyra's chambers to continue their training.

Temora's tongue slid in smooth tight circles around the folds of Veyra's cunt as she continued to work the beads into the warrior's tight, puckered asshole. While the woman had struggled the first few times Temora had probed a finger or toy inside, she was quite receptive to training and encouragement.

Especially when the encouragement came from her pussy.

"Ungh," Veyra grunted, her voice muffled as she clamped her teeth down onto her pillow. The smell of her pussy flooded the room, her nude form trembling as Temora performed upon the sensitive regions secreted between her legs."Mistress... it's so full," she panted.

Temora's lip curled. She pulled her tongue away and drove her sharp teeth into Veyra's tough, powerful buttcheek. The warrior hissed in pain, bucking her hips like a horse. Temora slapped her other cheek, forcing the enormous woman back down.

"Do you want to ride the Bull?" she hissed, her breath flashing across the canyon of Veyra's ass.

Veyra made an acquiescent murmur. Temora nodded grimly and pushed a third bead inside her asshole. The groan rose higher this time, pleasure and pain twisting together. "You need to keep training. Once you can take all five of these beads, you'll ride the Bull."

Veyra nodded. "Yes, Mistress. I'm sorry, Mistress." Her apologies were cut short as Temora began to lap eagerly at her loins. Temora could feel Veyra tightening against her, grinning as she sucked upon the meaty pearl of her wetlands, and soon the floodgates loosened, dampness soaking her cheeks and face and hair.

Shaking, cheeks flushed, Veyra turned over, her breasts heaving. "Oh... oh gods." Her eyes flicked down to her nethers. "When did you slip the fourth one in?"

Temora grinned evilly and wriggled her fingers at Veyra. "About the time your cunt started gushing." She rose from her knees and began to unbutton her breeches. "Now then, why don't you take care of your mistress? Be a good girl."

And Veyra was a very, very good girl.

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"Oh, stop glaring at me like that," the countess said, sniffing irritably as their carriage rattled through the outskirts of Corta. "You know as well as I do that no one wanted me at Court."

Katya looked up from her ledger, peering through her bronzed spectacles. "You should have come back as soon as you returned from abroad. The King is nineteen. He's not ready."

"And why is that my responsibility?"

"You're his bloody godmother, Countess!" Katya said. Her irritation was clear - the countess expected that she was annoyed that she could not scold her more harshly. After all, the countess was no longer the innocent country noblewoman newly arrived to court, betrothed to a man who had little interest in her. No longer at the mercy of the Ledgerwoman. No longer inexperienced... "When the Queen passed, it was your responsibility to look after him.

"Not my forte. My forte -

"I think we both know your forte," Katya said, scowling. "And you are permitted your hobbies, but not when they interfere with your duties. You're not a young debutante, Countess. You're a leader of our country."

"And you," the countess said, her own voice firming, in a manner unlike her usually jovial self. "Are a servant of the Crown, and below me in station. So mind your tone."

Katya looked at her incredulously. Then her lips twitched, as though she was about to cry. Instead, she smirked. "You may outrank me, Countess. But I will never kowtow to a brat like you. In here, in court, or in the bedroom."

The countess flushed. It was hard to make her do that, but she felt like Katya had struck her across the face. In fact, sherememberedit. The feeling of Katya's rough, stern hands, all over her pale, young body. Bending her to her will. Submitting.

They were both quite a bit older now. And the countess knew she was the more sexually experienced, a conquistador, in fact. So she did not feel inclined to listen to the old bitch. "You forget yourself," she said, coldly, but with a touch of mirth. "I am Countess Ula of Chinre. You may think you can speak to me this way in private, but I assure you, I am not intimidated." She leaned in, her eyes sparkling with mischief now. "And you must know, of course, that my petticoat has quite a few new buttons that you've never seen. So don't think I'm that same mewling brat of twenty years."

The carriage came to a halt. Katya slapped her book shut, face expressionless. She rose and opened the door, stepping out and offering the countess her hand. Feeling she had made her point, and asserted her station, the countess took it. Katya squeezed hard.

Mercilessly, painfully hard.

As the countess's large frame stumbled down the steps onto the ground, she whimpered in pain. Katya's breath tickled her ear.

"I'm afraid, Countess, that I am not impressed by such buttons. And if I wish to remove them, I will do so. At my pleasure, not yours. Now,behavein front of the King."

Katya walked ahead and the countess was left standing there, gasping and wringing her hand as her ladies in waiting and footmen gathered around her, with all her bags and suitcases. "Fuck!" she muttered under her breath. The Ledgerwoman remained an insufferable pitch. She ought to have been lashed for such a crime.

But instead, the Countess felt her loins warming, a bit of slickness trailing the folds of her chubby thighs. "Fuck!" she said again, shrugging off help from her maids. She pulled up her skirts and hurried after Katya.

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"A disgrace, it's a shame, a bawd, a farce, my King!" Seyan shrilled. "This disgusting display is not befitting Cortesia or the Crown. How can we allow it?"

The King rubbed his nose and squinted at his cousin. The serving wench on his lap giggled foolishly as she poured him more wine. It was early evening, and the end of summer beckoned, with cool breeze whistling through the skeletal Cortesian woodlands that ringed the hills. "What problem have you with this? It's entertainment, Seyan!"

In the dusty ring that sat between the tables of the great hall stood Temora, dressed in a sheer, metallic gown, merrily playing her flute. Around her danced the ghostly images of women she had bedded in the dark, ethereal halls of the Pleasure Keeper, engaged in all sort of lewd, yet beautiful acts of pure erotic delight. The men and women of the hall seemed as enchanted as the King, or at least as entertained.

"It is unbecoming of you, my King." Seyan glared evil daggers at Temora. "And I suspect this bard of greater perversions. This is just the tip of the dagger."

"Oh, I'm sure she's an incredible pervert," a booming, merry female voice called out across the hall. Seyan blanched as the countess entered, Katya at her side. "But a little bawdlery is hardly reason for such a tantrum, my little niece."

"Aunt Ula," the King said, shoving off his wench and rising. He blushed as she dipped his head down. "I didn't know you were coming. Temora, please, dismiss your... dancers."

"No, no, I enjoy a bawdy dance as much as anyone. And my King, please. You can't call me Aunt Ula," she said, accepting a proffered seat from one of the courtiers, beside the King. Seyan sat on the other side, looking murderous. "Continue, Temora. You know, my King, I sent this one to you. Well, to Katya, really. But I thought she'd fit in."

"Of course you did," Seyan muttered. The countess caught Temora's eye briefly, and laughed as the bard shot her a wink. She really had gotten Seyan so riled up. "Even though she's disturbing the peace."

Katya had taken her seat with the ministers, and the countess sighed as she felt the older woman's stern gaze upon her. What a difficult creature, the Ledgerwoman! Ula decided she had no choice but to listen to her most annoying cousin. The music swelled and grew louder, and she gestured for Seyan to lean in closer to speak with her and the King.

"I have little patience for this, Seyan. I wish to dine, drink, and perhaps enjoy more pleasant company this evening. To celebrate my long awaited return to the Court. My King, would you permit me advise you?"

The King shrugged and took a huge bite from a meat skewer. "I honestly can't listen to this nonsense anymore, Countess. I'll watch Honeytongue. You ladies talk." He jumped out of his seat and ran down to the performance area.

Seyan's eyes narrowed. "You sent this... this pervert, to the Court?"

The countess shrugged. "She's quite amusing, isn't she? We needed some fun in Cortesia. Things have been so gloomy since the Queen passed."

"You know, she's fucking Veyra." Seyan's cheeks were red, her blond tresses bouncing as she shook her head.

The countess raised an eyebrow as she took a sip of her wine. "The King's bodyguard? Is that a crime? As far as I know, a woman is entitled to take a lover in this country."

"It is... a disgrace. It distracts the guardwoman."

The countess glanced at the soldier, masked and standing at attention. She didn't even seem to be looking at Temora's performance. "I don't think she looks distracted. Is that really your concern?"

Seyan's face grew redder. Not wine, she rarely drank. No... something else. The Countess's lips tugged back into a smile. "What is it?"

"They are... deviant. They engage in... taboos."

The countess snorted. "Like what?"

"There are proscribed acts. And orifices."

Ula nearly snorted. She'd certainly engaged in quite a few of those proscribed acts. But more curious was Seyan's certainty. "And you know this, how?"

Seyan's face burned and she looked away. "Never mind that. It's a farce! It must end."

The countess sighed and rubbed her temples. Half the reason she'd avoided the Court was so she wouldn't have to deal with her overzealous cousin. Honestly, the woman just needed a good fuck - but who would want to bed the ice queen?

"I'll speak to the bard. We're acquainted."

Seyan sniffed irritably. The countess surmised she didn't approve of anyacquaintancewith the bard. King Yovas, however, was cutting a merry jig with one of the young ladies of the court, as the ghostly dancers had faded away to summon on the members of the court. Ula smiled as she ate, pleased to see the young man smiling again.

Despite the fact that she'd fucked the bard, and quite enjoyed doing so, this was the real reason she'd sent her here. Being King was hard, especially so when you were nineteen. Some levity was needed in the castle.

She stiffened when she realized Veyra was standing behind her. The huge woman bowed, as best as she could in that armor. "Countess, it is an honor to welcome you here. It has been many years."

Ula patted the woman's gauntleted arm. "Yes it has, Veyra. Thank you for keeping your eyes on my nephew." The countess smiled pleasantly. "And for taking care of my friend Temora."

The warrior made a noise from within her helmet, which almost sounded like a shriek. The countess smirked. As the woman quickly walked away, the countess noticed a certain stiffness to her gait. That stiffness only grew worse and worse. Her eyes widened...

It couldn't be?

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Temora laughed as she danced upon the top of a table, one hand shaking a tambourine, the other weaving signs of manipulation no one here could understand. Threads of magic wound from her hands towards Veyra as she plodded around the hall. The giantess was struggling with each step, and Temora could almost hear her grunting, stiffening, biting her lip to hold in sounds of pleasure.

The beads in her ass were expanding. Slowly, but surely, they were expanding. As Veyra grabbed the railing of the balcony, looking down on the hall, Temora added yet another stream of magic.

She could see the woman's armored knees knocking together now, buckling. The beads were not only expanding... they were vibrating.

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The countess couldn't believe it. She caught Temora's eyes again and jerked her chin towards the poor warrior, nearly bent over the railing as her ankles shook and her hips bucked. No one else seemed to have noticed. Though Seyan's nostrils flared and twitched. Perhaps, she could smell the slight aroma of cunt hanging above them.

The countess raised her cup of wine in salute. The bard responded with a lazily raised hand. Her finger twitched.

The countess almost yelped into her wine glass. The button Temora had given her was humming, sewn into her petticoat. She could feel Katya's eyes upon her.

Fuck. She really should have returned to court earlier.

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Veyra wept tears behind her mask. She tasted iron in her mouth, but she had to resist the urge to scream. Her asshole was an aching core of pure, unadulterated pleasure. She groaned as she gripped the railing for dear life, eyes fixed on the dangerous temptress on the dance floor, her Mistress, who owned her, inside and out.

She waited for Temora to very kindly direct the musicians of the court to swell a crescendo and then she gasped out a pained, strained cry. The fifth and final bead slid into her asshole. "Ungh, gods, ungh, please," she rasped.

Then the vibrations faded, pulled away, the beads shrunk and her asshole relaxed, but with it, the delicious surge of pleasure she'd felt, teetering on climax, slunk away as well.

Tears of frustration stung her eyes. She hated her mistress right now.