Sanguine's Surprise

Found this in my files and figured: What the Hell, why not? I might decide to do more but I'll just wait and see.

Sanguine heard the prayers of his new followers and wondered if the Hero of Kvatch was up to it. Since she had taken the deed of Battlehorn the men-at-arms there had been lusting after her in a fever. It was a wonder her lady-in-waiting and dunmer taxidermist were still able to walk after all the hedonistic events they had participated in. Luckily for them that their new mistress was away fulfilling the needs of other Daedric Princes or she would have torn them to shreds before he could get in on the act.

She had, in fact, done him a service, and when she had he saw her luscious body as she ran from Lewawyin. He would love to see her prudish nature ripped to shreds as she was pleasured by her own men. The priest had wanted her but his handler had kept her away, wanting the man to take the throne before indulging in his greatest desire. He left her a virgin and Sanguine hated virgins. Such a waste of delectable, warm wet flesh.

The rain was a great reason for her to quickly swat her horse into the stable and sprint into Battlehorn’s front hall. Rona and the wine master, Talan, were waiting for her with a silver goblet on a tray and two welcoming smiles.

“Good evening, my lady.” Rona greeted, taking the smaller Breton’s pack and handing her a towel. “I’ve taken the liberty of drawing you a bath. It will warm you up.”

“And I brought you some mulled wine to warm you in the inside.” Talan greeted with a small chuckle.

His mistress chuckled as well and gave them both thankful smiles. “Dibella bless you two.” She picked up the goblet and took a careful sip. The fragrant smell and spicy taste of the wine soothed her ride rattled body and sighed in pleasure at the taste. “This is excellent, wine. Thank you Talan.”

Talan bowed and turned to make his way back to his wine cellar. A hedge mage he knew gave him the recipe for a powerful aphrodisiac that would greatly increase her willingness to play in their games. He watched his mistress’ pert backside as she climbed up the stairs to the second level where her private chamber lay. Rona gave him a mischievous smile and glanced down at the tent emerging from his breeches.

“Patience,” she whispered gliding her hand over the evidence of his arousal. “She will be ready for that when I am done with her.”

The Imperial bit her lip wantonly and followed her mistress’ path up to the private chambers. Their Hero was already undressed and immersed in the fragrant, warm bath when she slipped into the room. The large metal tub was in front of the fireplace with and ewer of clean water near by for rinsing the Hero’s long, light red hair. Rona put on a pleasant face as she rounded the tub to check on her mistress. She was smiling, serenely up at the painting on the wall opposite them and beamed up at Rona.
“Would you like me to massage your legs, my lady?” she asked kneeling next to the tub and rolling up her sleeves for the task.

The Hero sighed and rolled her neck to loosen it. “You don’t have to do that, Rona. They’ll loosen up in a little while.”

Rona gave her mistress a pout. “You are almost never here, my lady. Let me serve you as much as possible while you are here.”

Her mistress gave her a sympathetic look and nodded. “You are right, I’m sorry.”

She lifted up one of her slim legs and hung it over the side of the tub. Rona pulled the nearest stool over so that she could better handle the limb without hurting the woman. She started at the feet, letting her fingers work the muscles and her knuckles rub the arches. Her fingers danced firm pressure up the calf of her mistress leaving her sighing as the tense muscles loosened under Rona’s expert touch. Bare and smooth skin, pliable under Rona’s hands, the thought made Rona’s sex moisten.

“Come let me relax you with a massage.” Rona helped her lady out of the tub, and guided her over to a table that had been covered with a sheet to protect the wood and her mistress from each other.

Her lady crawled onto the table and lie on her stomach and put her head down on her arms for cushioning. Her pert, full ass was the highest point on her reclining body and sloped down to the curve of her back and back up to her shoulders. Rona poured some fragrant oil on her hands and some on her mistress’ back. The clear liquid ran down the depression of her spine and pooled where he back and ass met.

Rona licked her lips as she rubbed her hands together to warm the oil. The heels of her palms rolled back and forth up her Hero’s back and then she started back down her back. Sure hands lingered at the muscles at the small of her back and slowly she lulled her mistress with her massage. Her mistress sighed and moaned at the attention, her breathing getting deeper with her relaxation.

Rona smirked deviously at her mistress’ submission to her touch and slowly slipped her touch to the Breton’s buttocks and thighs. The sight of the pert bottom under her hands made her sigh or maybe it was her mistress who made that sound.

Her mistress rolled onto her back and looked up at Rona with smoky lust in her eyes. Her tongue darted out to wet her lips and she swallowed thickly. Rona gently put her hands on her mistress’ thighs and parted the creamy limbs to the dark peach that resided between them. Rona purred in excitement and bent over to lightly flip her tongue up the silky lips of her lady’s pussy.

The body underneath her shivered at the touch and Rona licked deeper into the folds. The sweet liquid that emitted from her lady’s sex made her want to taste more and she quickly delved into the sweet tasty flesh. Her enthusiasm made her lady lay her hands on Rona’s head, guiding her with sighs and high pitched moans. Her lady shivered and wiggled slightly as she approached her pleasurable zenith.

Rona lifted her juice slicked face and slipped two fingers into her mistress’s quim and pumped them in and out to the loud, lusty cries that exited the hot naked body in front of her. The cries were what she planned on; it was the signal to Talan and the rest of the castle that she had succeeded in bringing her mistress into play.

Foggy blue eyes looked at her between heaving breasts and a lazy smile graced plump red lips. “Rona, you have served me quite well.” The husky voice came out of her lady’s mouth.

Rona grinned down at her glowing body. “That is what I was made to do, my lady.” She breathed.

Talan slipped into view dressed in linen pants that did little to hide his erect manhood. “All we ever want to do is serve you.” He supplied his voice thick with barely contained lust for the naked body in front of him.

Their lady held out her arms to Talan and she smiled wantonly. “To bed then Talan this table is starting to hurt my derriere.”

The Redguard chuckled and scooped her up into her arms. She wrapped her legs around his waist so that he could carry her to her large bed on the other side of the room. Rona followed them, peeling off clothing as she did so.

“I have other uses for your derriere.” He growled and crushed his mouth against hers.

Their lips parted and tongues slid along each other in a sensuous dance. Her nipples rubbed against his chest and she sighed as they hardened like arrow tips. He bent over the bed and let go so that she could fall onto the feathery soft mattress. She scooted further up to give him more room and Rona’s naked form slid next to hers. The two women kissed and fondled each other, oblivious now to the Redguard that was a foot away.

Talan untied the cord holding up his breeches and he wrapped a hand around his erect manhood. He watched them for a few moments until he could not stand not being involved. Skillfully he kneeled between his lady’s legs and slid his hands under her to lift her high enough for him to enter her. Hot wet heat met hot hard velvet and both participants sighed and gasped at the joining. Her tightness caused him to groan and he pumped slowly to loosen her up. A pair of hands gripped his buttocks as another drew him to a hot, wet kiss.

He opened his eyes to see Rona sitting on their lady’s face, letting the woman work on her as Rona had done earlier. Their combined gasps and moans echoed the room and out through the open doorway. Castellan Athon, back from his last bit of paperwork entered the sex filled chambers to see how their mistress was faring under the tutelage of the wine master and lady-in-waiting.

Quickly he undressed and leaned against the stone archway that connected the rooms of the Lady’s rooms. Slowly his hand moved up and down his cock, savoring the sight of Rona above his mistress’s face, creamy white tits shivering as she cam. The Imperial woman noticed and crooked her finger at him. She slid off the Lady’s face and left Talan to their mistress.

She met the guard halfway and knelt in front of him, taking his cock in her hands. Her lips slipped around the shaft playfully and he groaned, deep in his throat. Behind them
Talan roared out a climax and his mistress followed suit.

“It seems that, my lady enjoys a good serving of Talan’s special vintage.” Athon joked as the wine master withdrew.

“Nothing like the first pressing,” replied Talan as he came over to Rona and Athon.

He wrapped his hand in Rona’s hair and steered her away from Athon to his manhood. Warm, wet lips covered his head and then slid down his length. She moaned, the sound reverberating around him.

On the bed their mistress had gotten all fours to move, thinking that she was done for the night. Athon’s eyes locked onto the globes and he stalked over to her like a big cat. The dipping of the mattress from his weight made his prey look over her shoulder at him. Her eyes widened as his hands grabbed her waist and he plunged himself into the slightly loosened passage of her sex. The new angle made her moan in pain/pleasure and she rolled her hips to adjust to him. Athon pumped her against him, his hips smacking against the back of her thighs.

Behind him came the sound of Talan’s second release and Rona’s chuckle. He tossed a look over his shoulder and chuckled at the sight of Talan leaning against the table by the cooling bathtub. Rona knelt behind him on the table, lazyily tracing circles on his chest with her fingers.

A growl came from his Lady and she straightened as much as she could. Twisting in his grasp she pushed him off of her and yanked him down so that she was above him. For a moment he was unsure of what she would do but he was cut off by her mounting him.
Her strong thighs worked to ride him like the steed in the stables outside making her breast bounce invitingly. His hands grabbed ahold of the orbs and calloused fingers grazed and tweaked her nipples. Something grumbled in his chest and he met her thrusts with gusto.

Her hips moved of their own volition and after a few minutes she felt a pair of large hands grab a hold of her ass cheeks to stop her. She growled at the pause and glare behind her to see who it was. One of the nameless guards, a Nord, naked and glistening cock at the ready had a hold of her. An oiled thumb entered her ass and pumped in and out a few times. Her stillness did not stop Athon from bucking into her. He bit her nipple lightly causing her to hiss. The guard grinned down at her and pulled his thumb out. The digit was soon replaced by the rounded head of his cock. With a sharp thrust he entered the tight ring and his recipient cried out at the girth.

Athon chuckled. “Careful lad, she hasn’t had practice with a two handed weapon.”

“Yes sir.” The man replied and slowed his descent.

She handled them with exhuberence, her body shivering with the overload of sensations their rhythm produced. Sweat dripped from her body and glistened on his skin making it hard for her to keep steady. The guard behind her bent over her, his teeth grazing the tender skin of her neck and nuzzling into her hair. Both men could feel each other through her their sizes constricting and pressing the heat around them.

Time seemed to slow down as their lady's gasps and moans increased and her body tensed. Her cry of release rang through the room and slumped against Athon's hand. He acquiesced to her slumped form and lowered her onto his chest, his full lips finding hers as he and his man-at-arms continued their battle. His experience caused him to slow down as his man sped up. He felt the explosion of ripple through their bodies and the guard slowly slid out and slumped against the wooden footboard.

"You won that bout, Athon!" Talan crowed from his seat.

Their lady lifted herself off his chest and smiled down at him. "Finish this." she breathed and clamped down around him.

The friction made his body thrust harder into her and then he held her down by her hips as he felt himself let go. He could hear chuckling as he eyes fluttered open. The lady bruised and red lips were quirked into a wicked smile and she slid her hands down his chest.

"That was amazing." she replied and looked back at the guard and Talan and Rona behind him. "Thank you for showing me."

"We live to serve." Rona replied coming over from the table and crawling up onto the bed. She kissed her lady tenderly as Athon removed himself from her grasp.

"Now she knews how far we go to please her." Talan replied cheerfully. "I doubt any of my wines could make her continue this all night."

The guard moved to get off the bed but their lady placed a hand on his arm. "I find I need a bodyguard to stay with me. I might be molested in the night by hooligans."

"As you desire, my lady." he replied softly.

"Good night, my lady." Rona whispered against her cheek and moved away.

Talan and Athon followed her leaving their clothes where they dropped them. The Nord and his lady looked at each other. Both not knowing what was going to happen next. His lady blushed as she looked about the room. The bedclothes were a mess and the bath water was cold. Taking a chance the guard pulled down the top blanket to show that the sheets were still clean. The Breton scooted up and pulled off the blanket the rest of the way and slid under the sheets. She smiled sleepily and took the guard's hand. She pulled him down so that his face was close to hers and she placed a small kiss on his lips.

"Sleep now..." she searched her memory for his name but came up blank.

Something to learn tomorrow.

The guard joined her and pulled her close to him so that her head on his chest and his arm wrapped protectively around her. He watched her eyelashes flutter shut as she drifted off to sleep. Sanguine might have played a part in their night of debauchery but he was going to pray to Dibella to help him win his Hero's heart.

"You defeat Deadra Princes without even trying." he chuckled softly. "My hero."


.
.
.


Yes total fluff at the end. Can't help it thought it was cute.