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Moving to the
very large bed, which had a wonderful privacy canopy over it, built to keep
prying eyes from seeing too much, if that wasn't desirable, Maria bent over it,
knowing that Riven would have to look directly at her behind while she did. It
was, she'd heard, a nice thing to see. Slightly too pear shaped for her liking
in a dress, but out of one it certainly caught people's attention.

She lingered on
the soft satin coverlet, letting her lover’s gaze touch each part of her that
he could see.

Then, turning
to look over her own shoulder, her hair tossed to the side artfully, hanging
down to her right, she touched the small stone disk on the nightstand, just
sitting on the far side. It was a silence dome.

Inside the
field, which didn't look like anything in particular, nothing they said, or
screamed
,
would be heard from the outside. That, and a pulled bed curtain and they'd be
about as safe from spying as anyone could ever manage in the Kingdom.

Still on all
fours, she crawled onto the bed. Presenting herself as if to be taken from
behind. That wasn't her real intention at the moment, but it served to get her
friend to move into place behind her, and start struggling with the front of
his own fine clothing. Trying to get his trousers down enough to take her
quickly. As if the offer were going to fade away if he didn't move with enough
urgency.

She laughed a
bit, and pulled the silken cord to her left. It was a nice white thing, that
had matching ropes, which were kept in the drawer of the nightstand on the
other side. Some people truly loved to be tied up, after all. That wouldn't be
needed for Riven though, since he was well and truly comfortable with himself.

Right or wrong,
the man just accepted pleasure as his due.

Not that she
would blame him for that. After all, she felt very much the same way, didn't
she?

Rolling over,
she looked at him, his cock freed and starting to harden already as he knelt.
That placed him above her but also trapped his legs a bit. She reached out and
took him in her left hand, stroking him gently. Yes, she really wanted to get
at the message he'd promised, but they had
hours
to get to that.
Besides, no one wanted to feel unwelcome in bed, did they? For now she didn't
want any hard feelings to come between them.

Not until she
didn't need him anymore.

Licking her
lips, she worked his manhood gently, pulling the skin over the tip then moving
all the way back to the base, slowly. She could feel him harden underneath her
hand, the size of him increasing enough that it became just slightly difficult
to close her fingers all the way around him.

Then she looked
into his eyes, as if he were truly loved. That part was important, no matter
who you were with. You needed to make sure they felt like the most important
person in the world.

"Come,
Riven..." She sat up, her hand still on him, and moved smoothly, so that
she was partly behind him, then pushed him face down, into the pillows.
"We have some things to do, don't we?"

The man didn't
protest.

After all, it
was simply what the Count had suggested.

Chapter two

 

"Ah!"
The man beneath her had both his legs trapped neatly by his fine trousers,
which were pulled down nearly to his knees. Given that it was real clothing,
she decided to let him take those off, before she got the fine oils out. They
were a bit difficult to get out of the bed linens, but he'd need to wear his
clothing home, and having the seat of his pants covered with sex lubricant
would be a bit much to ask of him. Not unheard of, perhaps, but being a kind
lover was important, too. In this case being a kind hand on the lash, was more
like it, but still, there were limits to how much a man would put up with, and
Maria was about to push his to the limits.

She didn't
speak about it, just pulling at his boots, then stripping him from the waist
down. It was done slowly, so that she could run her hands over his behind while
she did it. Making sure not to rush things too much. He needed to be relaxed
for this next part, and pushing him to go too fast might distract him for that
portion of things.

Maria moved
carefully, but had the things she needed out and resting on the table, out of
view, a moment later. The large silver container of lightly scented oil, and
the three sex tools she intended to use on him. For a moment she nearly pulled
the largest one out of the drawer too, but that would be taking things into
true pain for the man. A thing he could bear, no doubt, but even if she was
angry with him, in the moment, that would be too much. It would change how he
felt about her later, if she did that.

Right now, he
trusted her not to cause him more than minor discomfort. That was worth more to
her than petty revenge. It had to be.

"Relax
now, dear." Her delicate hand stroked his backside, along the outer cheek
at first. Then after several smooth and slow passes, she hit the inner line. That
got him to stiffen, bodily, even though he was laying face down, with his fine
black brocaded shirt still on.

Meaning she
couldn't see his face. It wasn't terror though, just anticipation. Reaching for
the oil, and the smallest of the penis shaped tools, she covered both her
fingers and the object itself well. She didn't bother with a tray for the
slippery wooden thing. It would leave a splotch on the coverlet, but the job of
washing it wasn't hers, and her maids understood what would be needed. They
were paid extra for the duty, too, and allowed use of the room when they wanted
it, as a reward for its upkeep.

"Get up a
bit?"

She didn't make
it an order. Riven didn't need to be made to feel like he was less than a man,
like some did. Still, he complied easily, his hind end covered with only the
lightest amount of hair. He shaved there, as well as his legs, she noticed.
That was common in the Kingdom, among a certain kind of person. Men and women
that were expecting to be seen naked at any moment, made certain they wouldn't
be offensive that way. Not all did, but it was enough that she didn't think
anything of it in the moment.

It just let her
fingers caress him more smoothly.

He did have
some hair in the front, all neatly trimmed, which she felt when she reached
through his legs to caress him there again. It was a skill, using both hands to
do different things at the same time, but one she had great talent at,
fortunately. The middle finger of her right hand, well lubricated, found the
rosebud in the back, as her hand worked him in the front.

"Ah!"
His breathing caught as the sensations hit him. She didn't stop for a bit,
letting him get used to what she was doing.

It was tempting
to finish him that way, with her hand, since he was clearly coming close, based
on his breathing. She stopped moving for a bit, in the front, and put her
finger against his hole gently. The pressure wasn't all that firm, but he
allowed her in. That was a good sign. Again, it meant she was trusted. That
might be a little misplaced, but in the moment it would work for her pretty
well.

The tip went in
to the first joint, which she started to use to make little circles inside of
him. Most people liked that, and it would help him relax even more. The
feedback from the pleasant sense of movement was the actual point, but it
really was nice enough.
She
liked it anyway.

Honestly, given
what Marvin had said, she was being a bit too kind about the whole thing. She
wasn't brutal, ever, when it came to sex or anything else, but it was kind of
clear that her Count hadn't been suggesting she bring Riven to bliss exactly,
wasn't it? Not that he couldn't have his turn too, but this was supposed to be
a punishment, if not one that would be too unwelcome to be borne by the man.

So, sighing a
bit, she grabbed the smallest of the tools she had for this kind of play,
already covered with a shine of oil on the carefully lacquered and polished wood.
It was small enough, being about as thick as one of her own fingers, but having
a very large knob on the back end, to use as a handle and prevent the thing
from slipping inside at any point.

It looked like
a penis, having that shape carved in, but a small one, that was hardly
punishing, she realized. It was the one she used as a kindness, when her
partner wasn't that experienced in such things. That really wouldn't do, in the
moment, she decided. Not that she wanted to be mean, or cruel, but her husband would
ask about how she'd taken the man's ass later, and perhaps be a bit more
pleased to find that he was suddenly faced with a real challenge, rather than a
tiny fake cock meant to tickle virgins without being too much for them.

It took
coordination not to let on to what she was doing. Keeping a finger inside him
while using her other hand to pour the oil over the large tool. The biggest
that she'd selected for the day. It was very good sized, being only a bit
smaller than her own wrist just past the well rounded tip. It was long too,
being about ten inches to the handle. That part had a hilt, much like a
cutlass, but below that portion the wooden cock got thick enough that a person
would well and truly know it was there.

It had been the
last thing she'd intended to use on him, just as he reached the height of his
own pleasure. At that moment no one cared nearly as much about pain, and a bit
of extra sensation could easily make a moment truly memorable. Done too early
though, and it would be a bit different.

Her finger
still inside of him, she pressed a bit deeper, then took a deep breath.

"Get
ready. We must fulfill the Count's wishes." Her voice was, perhaps, a bit
more nervous than it needed to be. She ran her slightly oily left hand under
his shirt and pushed his face into the pillows.

The man didn't
get what was coming at all, she knew. He'd seen the tool coming out, and hadn't
protested, since it was a thing they'd done together before. Riven had also
seen her select the very modest one to be used first, and she didn't think he
was fully aware she'd changed the order of use.

Putting the
larger cock against him, she sighed again.

"Push
back. Make yourself take it all." Then, without much warning, she pressed
the thing into him.

It wasn't some
tremendous stabbing thing, since she was fucking him, not raping him for her
own pleasure. He gasped in discomfort anyway, freezing a few seconds later when
he realized what was going into him was a good bit more intense than the finger
sized thing he'd expected.

"Gah.
Ah." He groaned a bit as she slowly slid the thing into him. His hips
tried to pull away, but she followed him until he had no place else to go.

Then, after
having a few inches inside of him, she began to work it in and out. This time
she didn't reach between his legs to pleasure him either. That would make it
harder on him. Not that she really wanted to, but she didn't honestly know what
her husband would expect her to do to the man. He'd been near a rage, and while
he was kind as a rule, and even treated his enemies without more violence than
was needed to protect his people, telling him that Riven had been gently
tickled and had his manhood sucked till he screamed in pleasure might not be
enough.

There was a
fine line, then, as to what she needed to do.

Make the Baron
suffer enough that he knew it wasn't simply a game, but not so much that he
remembered it as her being more than a little hard with him, later.

"Relax,
Riven. We have to go on until you take it all. Then, when you've learned not to
speak ill of Timon Baker, you may have your release and service me." She
accentuated that statement with a slightly deeper thrust, earning a gasp that
sounded a tiny bit pained, but wasn't anywhere near a scream.

After all, the
man
was
well used to this kind of thing.

"
What
?"
He stopped talking after that, as she worked the first several inches of the wooden
cock in and out of him. She was still moving slowly, letting him get used to
it, rather than truly punishing him with it.

He quivered a
bit though, and after a bit more groaning, grunting as she forced him to accept
what she was doing, his pillow muffled voice came again.

"I...
Thought this was about those people..."

The ones that
had died, slowly and painfully, because he wanted more coin.

A little
ruthlessly, Maria smiled, then bore down, pushing the dildo deeper inside him,
stretching him to the point that he actually did scream, if softly. Not that
anyone would hear him doing it.

"No. You
should
be punished for that, but a Baron in his barony
is
the law. This is
about the other mistake you made. Even
hinting
that you'd rape Tim
Baker, or that he enjoyed that kind of thing, it's
insanity
, Riven! Even
if it wasn't what you meant in truth, that kind of thing could have our entire
Kingdom ruined, in hours. I know that it might harm your pride to think of a
young man from so far away as being that capable, but it's simple reality now.
I assure you, in the seven years that Marvin and I have been married he's never
even
hinted
that I treat one of my lovers like this. Now get ready,
because I'm doing this to save your life, I think."

She gave him a
half moment to understand what she'd really said. She didn't think that her
husband would actually kill him for those reasons, but after a bit, his head on
the pillow and turned to the side, he nodded.

"I
understand." Then he tensed, knowing what was coming.

Taking a deep,
shuddering breath, she nodded, and reached between his legs again, stroking him
gently at first. He'd gone partially soft, thanks to the pain he was in. She
didn't move the large dildo for a bit, only holding it in place, until he grew
hard again. Then, after closing her eyes, she started to stroke him furiously.

"Hold
then, and take it as best you can!"

Then, feeling a
bit scared for her lover, she took him, forcing the device inside him to the
hilt, and began to work his manhood in time with the thrusts she made. He cried
out, but she didn't stop, taking him with enough vigor that she knew, from
personal experience, that he would find it hard to sit the next day.

He wasn't quiet
about things, and just because she was secretly a monster inside, she kept
going, even after he spent himself on the coverlet. Her hand kept going in the
front too, as she made him suffer a bit from the back. He wasn't crying, but it
was clear it wasn't that fun for him either.

"Do you
understand, dear Riven? Tell me you do, and I'll stop." She nearly added a
begging please to the end, but didn't need to.

He was more
intelligent than that.

"Yes! I
misspoke and... Ahg!" He yelled as she pulled the thing all the way out,
not going slowly. Then he laid on the bed, panting for a while. When he spoke,
his voice was raspy, but not hard. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean..."

She set the
tool aside, and made him turn over, laying in the spot that he'd made on her
coverlet. It was cruel perhaps, but she wasn't really done with him yet.

"You
didn't mean to imply that you were threatening to rape a person that has
undergone such before? One that you owe so much at the moment that it should be
him taking you to task for this, rather than me? Baron or not, there are things
you simply
don't
say, Riven. Not anywhere, or to anyone. We've kept this
punishment light. Perhaps too much so for the rage of my husband. I highly
suggest that when you leave you let him see you limping mightily. Elsewise, I
don't doubt that the next time you meet him, you'll receive another invitation
for something similar, but far more intense. I know that this might be an
insult and make things difficult between us, but truly, I did it to help you. I
hope you understand that?"

The man seemed
a bit sullen, but didn't throw her off when she leaned in, looking up into his
eyes.

Then, carefully
and knowing he'd be very sensitive, she took him into her mouth. The oil that
covered him was slick, but not unpleasant tasting. It was one of the reasons
she liked to use that particular variety. It had a light orange flavor to it, a
taste that was just enough to cover the base oil used.

Having just
gone, the natural reflex would be for him to go soft and recover then, but she
didn't allow it, even as he moved to try and push her away a bit. Not enough
for her to think he didn't want her there, but enough to show that what she was
doing to him was hard for him to handle in the moment.

Maria sucked
the head into her mouth, hard. The vacuum that created caused him to begin to
grow again as she worked on him. It had nothing to do with desire on his part,
she knew, but worked. Still, she needed to breathe, so backed away a bit, and
used her hand on him, so he couldn't lose interest. Going back and forth that
way she had him back to nearly full attention in about ten minutes, so
increased what she was doing with her hand. Normally, if they reached this kind
of point, she would have asked him to take her, but given what they'd just
done, she decided that it would be giving him too much control of the whole
thing. Instead she wrapped her fingers around the base of him, at the root of
his hardness, and squeezed.

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