Behind Stone Walls

"I love how pink your core is and your white button is straining for me. Let me taste you Maggie. I want to send you to heaven."

If that is what royal attention does, then so be it. I close my eyes as he works his tongue around my lips, licking my bud and delving into my hole. I respond by moaning and gasping loudly - from the pleasure he is giving me, yes, but also to feed his royal pride that he must surely be the best lover in the land. I push back against him as he tries to explore as deep as he can inside me, then he abandons his effort and focuses back on my hard, and now fully extended, bud. His tongue is strong and the roughness of his beard is a slight irritation, but he licks me hard and fast and I am soon overcome by a sensuous explosion that coats his mouth in my juices. I pull at my own nipples instinctively, extending the burning sensations shooting through my body like lightning. He licks me clean as my body shudders on his chest, my legs limp, my eyes closed.

Spent, I collapse onto the bed beside him while he kisses my breasts. It seems to be a long time before he speaks.

"I hope that was as enjoyable for you as your attention was for me," he says in a rich voice, deep with satisfaction but also approaching kindness.

"Your Majesty, that was indescribable."

"I'm glad. I too am lost for words, except to say thank you."

"It was truly my honour your Majesty."

"Lie with me for a while before you go Maggie. I want to let the warm glow last as long as it can."

I roll closer to him and relax as he strokes my back and buttocks. He looks like he is going to nod off through the combination of alcohol and the aftermath of our conjugation. I really don't belong here, so I whisper gently in my most innocent tone, "Your Majesty, will it be correct for me to leave you now?"

His eyes open slightly and he laughs to himself. "Yes Maggie - it would be proper. 'Proper' being what it is. I'll let you go back to Margaret. She will no doubt be wondering where you are."

"Thank you your Majesty - for everything."

He smiles again and resumes his slumber while I get dressed. Feeling the need to part on delicate terms, I kiss him on the forehead before leaving the room as quietly as possible.

The stairway is empty and I make my way down from the tower quickly before almost running along the quiet, empty passageways to our accommodation in the servants' quarters. I need to see Ellen. I need to feel some normality. Not only has it been confirmed we are losing Lady Margaret, but it now seems likely I am destined to be one of the King's mistresses - a role that can have very undesirable outcomes and limited life expectancy if it goes wrong.

I reach our room and burst through the door, only to find it empty. Looking around in confusion I remember that Ellen was left alone to attend to Lady Margaret - she will be in her chamber. I ponder whether to seek her out or wait for her here, but emboldened by my experience with the King I decide to return to the tower so I can join them. As Lady Margaret said, we are best friends. There should be no problem with me seeing her at this time of night, especially given the night of revelry we enjoyed earlier. They should still be in a buoyant mood.

The corridor is quiet when I reach her door, with only the faintest noise of wind unsettling the peace. I am about to knock, when a sound from inside makes me stop and another rush of shock overtakes me. If you didn't know what it was you might put it down to a fox crying in the night outside, but I am now familiar with it. It is the sound of a woman in the throes of pleasure.

There are two possible explanations. One is that Lord Gordon has decided to enjoy a preview of his wedding night and is locked in an illicit tryst with my lady. That would be bold of him in the extreme and a snub to the hospitality of the King. Given my knowledge of his Lordship to date that seems highly unlikely. Which leaves...

I have reached the point where boldness has overtaken reason, so, as quietly as possible, I turn the door handle and push the heavy door open wide enough to peer discretely inside. It is dark, but the glow of the fire is enough to confirm my suspicion. I can see Ellen's bare back and buttocks reflecting the orange glow as she grinds against the groin of Lady Margaret in a scissor position, her head thrown back, eyes closed, mewling in ecstasy. Lady Margaret's leg is held firmly against Ellen's chest and that is all I can see of her.

My instinct is to freeze and back away, but the scene is so compelling I maintain my voyeuristic stare through the crack in the door as I consider my options. I feel a sense of betrayal initially. Is this the first time this has happened or has Ellen being enjoying Lady Margaret's favour all along and keeping it from me? That seems unlikely as Lady Margaret indicated I was her first and she is definitely not the kind of person to lie about such things. Keep a secret possibly, but lie? No.

If I ignore it and retreat I am placing myself in an even more awkward position. I will be reliant on Ellen telling me later, and she may not want to, thereby forcing us both into a relationship based on reduced trust. I could not stand that. It would be a dagger in the heart.

I am also now in a position where I have to keep the King's confidence. I can join them and force the dalliance with Lady Margaret into the open, but what then of my experience with the King?

The confusion is too much to bear. If things need to be aired then so be it - it is preferable to slowly stewing inside and consuming myself with guilt.

I push the door open and quietly shut it behind me. They are still lost in their abandon so I go unnoticed. I pace quietly over to the end of the bed so that I am visible in the glow of the embers and cough lightly.

Ellen shrieks and rolls to the side, clutching the bed covers over her body in a vain attempt at concealment. Lady Margaret sits upright, also naked, and appears ready for a confrontation. Upon seeing the intruder is me she relaxes but still protests, "Maggie! What are you doing here?"

Ellen likewise demands an explanation, although in less polite terms.

I stand my ground. "I was called away by the King for a meeting then went back to our room to wait for you, but you didn't come back so I thought I would try and find you."

They both stare back at me, still recovering from the initial shock. I can see several questions churning in their heads as they look at each other. Lady Margaret is the first to pick up on the key piece of information.

"What did father want with you?"

I move closer and sit on the end of the bed facing them, ignoring the fact that they are both naked. I sigh heavily. "He confirmed that we are to leave your service my lady."

Ellen let's out a cry of disappointment. "Oh my lady! What is to become of us?"

I continue with my report. "He said we will be retained as part of his staff in the castle but could not tell us exactly what we will be required for."

Ellen looks down, digesting the implications, while Lady Margaret is more concerned with my breach of privacy.

"Couldn't you have waited until morning to tell us?"

"Why? Have I interrupted something?" I ask flippantly. I'm not sure where my candour is coming from, but it seems to have suddenly developed a life of its own.

Lady Margaret fixes me with an angry glare, but in an instant her expression changes and she starts to laugh - loudly.

Ellen looks confused. "My lady - why is this amusing?"

I also manage a quiet laugh, due more to the absurdity of the situation than anything else.

Lady Margaret falls back against her pillows. "Maggie, Maggie, Maggie. What am I to do with you? Do you want to tell her, or should I?"

Now it is Ellen's turn to look angry. "What are you laughing at? Am I being made a fool of?"

I shake my head in resignation. "No Ellen, we are all fools to some degree. You see the pleasure you are enjoying with our lady I have also experienced twice before."

"What? When?!"

I meet her eyes pleadingly, understanding the hurt I have caused her, my voice rising as I tell her, "In the last week. It just happened. I wanted to tell you sister! I wanted to tell you so much!"

Lady Margaret sits up and slides between us, coming to my rescue. "Maggie, hush. It is my fault that she didn't tell you Ellen. I was afraid it would destroy my reputation if it became known. I asked Maggie to tell no one, not even you."

Ellen looks from Lady Margaret back to me, her mouth open but no words emerging.

"I'm sorry Ellen," is all I can manage, in genuine repentance.

Ellen's glare towards me hardens, but I can tell it is more bluster now. "I'll deal with you later," she says firmly.

Our lady calmly interrupts. "Yes, you can have a good sisterly fight to clear the air and I'm sure you will feel better for it, but let's stay calm now. There is no real harm done. We have had such an enjoyable weekend I would hate to see it end sourly."

Ellen puts on a sulky expression and I mouth the words 'I'm sorry' again while Lady Margaret puts her arms around our shoulders and draws us to her. Ellen lets go of the bed cover but draws her knees up to cover her body. Lady Margaret has no such concern for modesty. Being naked around us is such second nature that she seems to forget she does not have a stitch on.

"If it helps, I just want to tell you that I love you both equally. I was not trying to pit one against the other, it was more an accident of timing that we have ended up this way. If I had my preference I would have wanted to have had you both at the same time."

That statement chimes like a bell and Ellen and I stare at each other, our eyes wide. I knew she wanted us both, but the thought of it being a communal experience never occurred to me. We both turn our gaze towards her to find her gazing calmly back at us with a, by now familiar, lascivious look on her face. We turn back to each other, our eyes confirming our unspoken revelation.

Lady Margaret interrupts our thoughts. "Yes, and now that we are all together, I think that the best way of clearing the air is to fully enjoy the moment. It would please me greatly to watch the two of you kiss the hurt away."

"My lady?!" we exclaim together.

"It will be best, don't you think?" she says, arching her eyebrows.

Ellen is the first to answer. "When you say 'kiss', I assume you mean literally?"

Her smile widens - her lasciviousness deepens. "Of course."

Time seems to stop in the darkened room save for the gentle brush of the breeze against the window. The room is warm and the fire is still glowing in the grate, casting strange shadows on the wall showing three feminine figures sitting in close contact. Lady Margaret's arms around our shoulders prevent us from moving apart and she adds additional pressure to make us lean in closer. My mind flashes back to my time with the King less than an hour before. I'm starting to see the royal family in a new light.

Ellen simply asks, "Maggie?"

I reply simply, "Ellen?"

We break out in a giggle.

"That's more like it," says our lady.

I lean forward and meet Ellen halfway. Our lips press together, full and soft but somewhat dry from the sudden stress. That is resolved by the joining of our tongues in a gentle, but playful handshake. We separate and giggle again.

"That was nice," Lady Margaret comments in a voice confirming her desire, "but I think you are both still in need of a resolution. Perhaps you should try it again for longer to really dispel any bad feelings."

Emboldened, we meet again - our lips now fully moist, our tongues fully active. We kiss for nearly a full minute, gasping for air at intervals and moaning in pleasure throughout. It is clear we have both wanted this but have not had the courage to act on it until now. Lady Margaret lets us go and settles back on her pillows to watch, her hand between her legs rubbing herself privately. Our desire is fully ignited. All three of us know what we want to do next.

Ellen stretches out her legs, letting her breasts swing free. They may be larger than mine, but they are capped with the same fleshy and responsive nipples. They are fully erect.

I stand and quickly undo my gown, pushing it to the floor at my feet, then I step out of it to remove my undergarments as quickly and gracefully as I can while my partners in crime watch. Fully naked, I rejoin them on the bed, pulling Ellen towards me so we can push the parts that have always been covered together for the first time. Her breasts feel luxurious against mine.

"Yessss, now make love for me," Lady Margaret purrs behind us, her hand still thrust between her legs, which are now spread, showing us her nether regions in all their glory. She pats her pleasure bud with her middle finger then uses the flat of her hand across her lips to spread the moisture of her arousal.

Ellen and I focus back on each other. I act first, moving my kisses down to her chest so I can take her large nipple in my mouth. It is as firm as the head of the King's shaft and I treat it the same, sending her wild with pleasure. She gasps and her nails dig into my back.

We collapse onto the bed with me on top. She opens her legs and I slide between, positioning myself so that our pubic areas press fully together. I start pushing into her as a man would do, making sure there is plenty of pressure on our erect buds, now fully emerged from their hoods. Ellen pushes back against me and we rub frantically against each other from breast to hip, kissing passionately, moaning loudly, confirming our love for each other and committing ourselves to our newfound desire.

Lady Margaret reaches her climax before us, letting out a short shriek, then holding it in as she pulls her legs up tight around her hand. Her body thrashes against the pillows then goes limp. Ellen and I keep going, enjoying our embrace too much to pay full attention to her. We eventually explode together as a gasping, shuddering, singular body.

The room goes still, filled instead with the scent of our love making and the rapid panting of our breathing. Lady Margaret breaks the silence. "That was special my ladies. You are special. I have never witnessed such a beautiful thing. Your love is a sign of heaven, not an affront to it. Now come up here and join me. I want to feel you both together."

We lazily oblige, the glow of our climax and the late hour making us sluggish. We flop down, one on each side. She extends her arms around our shoulders as we entwine our legs with hers and take turns kissing her. Our hands reach up to her breasts and we play with her nipples as our tongues dance together and our pleasure centres rub against her thighs.

It occurs to me that this has gone a lot further than was anticipated in my lady's bath tub a week or so ago. I toss my hair back and give her my most direct stare, mocking her characteristic. "My lady, it seems that we are no longer just practicing for your wedding night."

She mocks an offended repy. "Whatever do you mean?"

Ellen has obviously been offered the same pretext and all three of us laugh. Lady Margaret continues with a more serious confession. "No, you are right Maggie. Over the last week I have experienced the deliciousness of contact with my two favourite ladies and I'm afraid I am as hooked as a salmon on the pleasures to be found with you."

"Then we are pleased my lady, as I know I feel the same."

"I'm afraid my new husband may experience some competition for our conjugal bed in the lead up to our wedding. After that, well...it depends on when we will see each other. The King will have his way, but that doesn't stop me from visiting you and inviting you to stay as guests in my new home."

Ellen hugs her. "You are a comfort to us my lady. I know you will not desert us."

"You have my word Ellen. Now, before we get too tired may I suggest some additional exploration?"

"What do you have in mind my lady?" we ask as one.

"Well, I would very much like to taste Ellen while Maggie tastes me. How does that sound?"

"That sounds delightful," I reply, immediately moving down to position myself between her legs while Ellen straddles her chest. We enter into the task enthusiastically, the taste of my lady's lips a now familiar treat. I can't see what Lady Margaret is doing to Ellen but I can tell they are enjoying it judging by the noises emerging from the head of the bed. Ellen's buttocks really are beautiful.

Lady Margaret fills my lips with her cream as my tongue fulfils its task and I lick her clean.

It's time to swap. Ellen takes up my position, but Lady Margaret asks her to place their mounds together while she pleasures me with her tongue. Ellen willingly obliges.

Lady Margaret is much better than the King and her sensuous attention soon has me shuddering against her lips while Ellen rubs furiously against her groin behind me. They both climax together as I recover.

We collapse as a group, but are so wanton with lust that we still feel the need for more. We instinctively position ourselves so that no one is left out: Ellen licking Lady Margaret, Lady Margaret licking me and me completing the circle with my tongue on Ellen. We lie in that circle, savouring each other, making sure that no one is left unfulfilled. Eventually we reach our end and lie together in a close embrace, kissing each other to sleep. We slumber until dawn.

<-O->

The next day marked the start of the next stage of our lives. Nothing would be the same again.

There was no embarrassment or awkwardness when we awoke. The intimacy between the three of us felt like a natural extension of our relationship and we laughed, hugged and kissed all the while as we got dressed and prepared for the return trip to Edinburgh. In public we retained our appearance of propriety, but in private we were new people. It's safe to say Ellen and I hardly ever slept in our own room in the castle in the lead up to the wedding. We were permanent guests in our lady's bed chamber.

Lady Margaret chose us as her bridesmaids for the wedding, which caused something of a stir among the nobles, but was embraced enthusiastically by the King. Ellen and I suffered bittersweet emotions throughout the ceremony and it felt like it was us giving Lady Margaret away, not the King.

True to his word, he found roles for us within his staff at the castle. Nothing too demanding. It was clear he valued us more for our decorative function than our abilities. It was also clear that he intended to install us both as his mistresses. Fate intervened however, and his infant son and only heir, tragically passed away shortly after the wedding. That threw him into a deep depression and he entered a period of penitence during which Ellen and I petitioned him for permission to marry - something he duly agreed to, no doubt to remove another weight of guilt from his conscience.

Ellen was betrothed to a nobleman in the city and moved into a life of relative luxury. She was always more ambitious than me so it suited her nature. I settled for a lower ranked husband - one of the officers of the palace guards - and stayed within the castle walls, preferring their protection until such time as we were able to find our own home in the city.

The King maintained his affection for us, sending us gifts on our birthdays and inviting us to royal events. He was blessed by the birth of another son two years later, the next in a long line of kings named James.

Lady Mary lived with Lord Gordon on his estate in Badenoch in the central highlands on land gifted by the King. Their marriage was a happy one and they had three children. Both Ellen and I spent time there as guests as she had promised, but things were different and we never spent time as guests in her bed again. Tragedy seemed to dog her family however, and Lord Gordon died seven years into their marriage, leaving her a widow at the age of 28.