Spellbreakers (4 page)

“Yes. Finer manners,” said Leal, grinning.

“More sense.”

“Better smell, too.”

They both giggled, and Leal finally managed to push
the horrible day in the back of her mind. She turned round to put her arms
around Daria and kiss her, a slow deep kiss. Their tongues met and danced in
the arching cave of Daria’s mouth. Daria's warm arms would dispel the ghastly
thought of that accursed marriage. Daria smiled, took her by the hand and led
her to the bed. Leal shed all her clothes and slid naked in the soft nest of
blankets. Daria did the same, and they embraced again, kissing even deeper,
legs entwined, sex to sex, rubbing hungrily.

It was already dark in the room. The single candle
underlined the shadows dancing all around the walls, rather than casting light.
This was theoretically Leal's bed. Daria had a small cot in a tiny room opening
into Leal’s bedchamber, as befit a maid, but in fact that cot was rarely
used.
 
They had always slept together,
since they were little girls, at first in a much bigger bed in the nursery,
together with Leal’s elder sisters, sweet Allegra and vain Sperança. It was
common practice, because even in the castle it could get mortally cold in
winter, and even summer nights could be uncomfortably chilly, when the wind
blew down from the snowy peaks in the west.

Daria had been always at the edge of the royal
nursery, but never quite out of it, and Leal had always loved her more than any
of her sisters, even as a child. Daria even
looked
like Leal, more than
any of her own sisters did. Four of the royal daughters had inherited queen
Amara’s Andalouan dark hair, and her fine-boned, doll-like loveliness. Only
Leal had the height, blonde hair, and green eyes of King Guillem. Daria was
equally blonde and fair. Blond hair was rare in Escarra, but it showed up in the
royal line from time to time, thanks to a Karelian princess who had married
into the Escarran house generations before. As a small child Leal had felt that
Daria was more like her than her older sisters. As they grew up, the feeling
only got stronger.

When she had gotten her own room, with Daria for a
maid, their sleeping together had soon changed. Neither of them could tell how
exactly the embraces, sisterly kisses, and innocent explorations of the nursery
days had changed to more and more uninhibited lovemaking.

Leal reached out for Daria’s buttocks with a sigh, and
she squeezed them hard, feeling the weight of muscle in her lover’s body. Then
Daria disengaged herself, and Leal felt her lips brushing her throat, her
chest,
her
shoulders. They lay side by side on the
bed, hugging tight once more then rolling together while kissing. Leal’s
nipples craved for touches, kisses, tongue, which might or might not come,
because Daria liked to make her beg for pleasure. She moaned when Daria’s hands
ran through her hair, on her back, on her buttocks. Then Daria kneeled and
watched her with a smile as she looked up back at her, hungrily. Leal spread
her legs, mutely inviting.

Daria kissed Leal’s long slim thighs. Her own legs
were more rounded, the flesh corded with muscle, the skin of
a
softness
almost intoxicating. Leal kissed her mouth again, holding her
fiercely, palming her naked buttocks, her thighs, her belly and her warm moist
sex, with a hungry urgency that left her panting and bewildered. Daria planted
kiss after kiss on her neck, face, lips. When she slid down along Leal’s body
and laid her open mouth on her cleft, Leal moaned hoarsely, pleading, spreading
her thighs wider,
pushing
her pelvis up.

“What do you say?” asked Daria sternly, lifting her
head.

“Please,”
said
Leal.

“Again.
Say it
again.”

“Please, please, please.”

Daria shook her head, pinching Leal’s gaping slit shut
with thumb and fingers, just hard enough to hurt a little bit. Leal shuddered.

“Not good enough,” said Daria. “Turn round and do the same
to me or you’ll get nothing at all.”

Leal sighed deeply, as always obscurely provoked by
Daria’s commanding manners in bed. She sat up, turned, and lay down again with
her cheek on the inside of Daria’s thigh. Daria grabbed her hair and pushed her
face hard against her sex for a long moment before releasing her. The roughness
pleased Leal. She was never a princess, in bed with Daria. She was just a girl
that Daria happened to love.

They began licking greedily into each other's sex.
Leal was ravenous for pleasure. She knew she needed to give as much as she took,
but that was no burden. She loved to part Daria’s labia, see her red flesh
opening,
plunge
in her tongue, her lips, her fingers.
Each pleasure was doubled, simultaneously offered and received.

Then Daria turned away briefly, reached out to a
mysterious wooden box she had casually pushed under the edge of the bed earlier
that evening and pulled out two long wooden phalluses. Leal stared in
amazement. She could hardly breathe for the surprise.

****

The dildos were Daria’s new pride and joy. She had
bought them at the summer fair, from one of the most skilled woodcarvers she
had ever met. The man, a wiry, suntanned Umbrian, sold exquisite bowls, cups,
plates, mortars and pestles, carved into olive wood. They were not decorated in
any way. Their beauty lay solely in the perfection of the finish, and the way
the grain of the wood inspired and complemented the clean, sinuous design of
each object. Most of his wares lay out on his table in the busy market, well in
sight. The dildos, in every shape and size, were not quite hidden away, but
discreetly exhibited in a richly carved box, with two entwined lovers pictured
on the top. The box was only slightly ajar and lined with dark velvet.

Daria had been delighted with the discovery. She had
asked the woodcarver if he had many customers for these. Widows, mostly, he had
said, and, in sea-countries, the wives of mariners long at sea.
And occasionally more knowing and unusual customers.
Daria
had hefted and stroked each of them and had chosen two, one slender, pale,
curved, carved in the palest ash wood, and one heavier, thicker, slightly
straighter, beautifully carved in olive wood, the streaks of the grain
encircling the elegant crown of the glans.

“What, what on earth are these?” asked Leal, sitting
up. Daria noticed with pleasure that she sounded intrigued and gleeful, not
missish and fearful.

“I had intended them as a birthday present. But I
reckon we can celebrate in advance. Hell knows we deserve it.”

Daria had already tried them. Leal was always ready to
follow her lead, but Daria, three years the elder and much bolder, had always
felt she ought to explore ahead in everything they did together, hunting,
hawking, lovemaking. She had waxed the dildos again and again until their
already fine, fine grain was glass smooth, and bought sweet almond oil, on a
quiet suggestion from the woodcarver. She was well used to pleasuring herself,
but she was perfectly entranced by what the carved phalluses could do to her body.

“You understand the principle of these, princess? Are
you fine with trying them?” asked Daria. They had made love many, many times,
and each had penetrated the other with tongue and fingers as far as they could
reach. After all, Leal had never expected to be involved in a delicate state
marriage, and in any case, if ever her virginity came under scrutiny, why, she
had done enough rough-riding in her life to explain away the lack of spectacular
bleeding. Still, Daria felt that this was a long step further than they had
ever gone together.

Leal smiled her most adorable smile, a rare, secret
grin full of sly mischief. When she smiled like that her nose wrinkled in a
delightful way, and her usually serious face was transfigured. She spread her
legs wider, easing herself back into the pillows at the head of the bed. Daria
barely suppressed a satisfied laughter.

She leaned down and licked Leal’s clitoris and slit
again and again. She was already wet, but Daria wanted to be sure she was
absolutely ready. When she saw her belly twitching with the mounting pleasure,
she parted her labia again and gently nuzzled the oiled tip of the slender pale
dildo into her.

****

Leal gasped when she felt the wonderfully alien, cool,
rounded head of the phallus making its way into her hot, engorged flesh. She
almost cried out. Not in pain, but in shock and thrilled surprise that
something so hard and unwieldy could feel so smooth and so
right
.
Pleasure spread inside her like a warm wave. She knew the final ecstasy of
lovemaking well, but this felt deeper and fuller than anything she had ever
experienced before. She clamped her inner muscles on the phallus and felt the
size and the hardness of it. Her mind reeled as she nearly, very nearly
climaxed just by the newness of the sensation. It was as if her body had always
known that this was what she needed.

“Oh, Daria,” she said, her voice an almost inaudible
whisper. “Oh, my love...”

Daria smiled, still licking her sex, and gently
trusting the dildo in and out of her.

Leal
whimpered,
a pleased yet
woeful sound. Orgasm was so deliciously and so tragically close. She bit her
lower lip and pulled back a little to delay the inevitable.

“I see,” said Daria, sitting up and frowning. “You are
having way too much fun, you spoiled vixen. You will return the favors. That
will give you something else to think about.”

****

Leal felt a blush rising between her breasts and
invading her face when Daria sat up between her legs.
She looked down along her own body in the flickering
candlelight, and saw the end of the dildo sticking out between her thighs,
twitching in the minute movements of her contracting slit. The sight was so
obscene and so enthralling that she whimpered, full of confused, indefinable
emotion.

Daria handed her the second dildo, already oiled, and
Leal was amazed by the weight and the beauty of the object. Then Daria lay down
along her body, with her face to Leal’s sex. She gently pushed the dildo deeper
inside her. Leal shuddered with pleasure.

She gently opened the folds of Daria’s sex and put the
wooden head of the dildo to
it,
rejoicing in the sight
of the smooth inanimate object lapping the tender living folds of her lover’s
most intimate, most vulnerable flesh. As she pushed it in, gingerly at first
and then more deeply, she felt the same nuzzling into her own sex, as if she
had penetrated herself, at one remove. It was something so eerie and so erotic
that her body began to shiver like a tree in the wind. She sucked and licked on
Daria’s clitoris and stuck the beautiful dildo a bit deeper in her. Gradually
Daria’s own moisture and Leal’s saliva spread the slippery wetness all around.
Tongue, flesh, and wood, swam and fused into each other. She felt her own body
opened and gently
invaded,
the wood delightfully cool
at first, then warmer and warmer as it slowly filled her up again and again.
Her slit clenched around that sweet intrusion even as she pushed her own dildo
deep inside Daria, watching her sex sucking at it like a hungry mouth.

She shuddered and pressed her body to Daria’s as she
licked and sucked around the hard wooden shaft and on her taut clitoris, her
arm around Daria’s buttocks, her hand on the dildo, slowly, very slowly
thrusting in her while lapping on her engorged flesh. Her own body was racked
by heaves of pleasure as Daria did the same to her.

****

Daria took the dildo out of Leal, to lick her fruity
juices from its tip and run its hard shaft on her clitoris. She licked inside
her vagina, and then inserted the dildo in it again, thrusting harder than
before. She knew she might be giving a measure of pain. She knew, actually she
felt
in her own flesh,
that
the mild pain would feel oh so
good.

She lost reckoning of how long they made love to each
other this way, perpetually on the edge of climax, perpetually distracted from
it by the sweet necessity of offering the same pleasure that they were taking,
but finally she felt Leal’s body tensing along and against hers. Her breath
came in ragged bursts, a hoarse moan escaped her lips, and then she was bucking
and heaving in the embrace. Daria let go of the dildo, just softly sucking
Leal’s clitoris a bit longer until her orgasm passed over her. Then she held
her gently, rocking her body at the rhythm of her contractions.

"Oh, Daria," she said when her panting
subsided. “I want to do this every night we can, while we still can.”

She disengaged herself, rolled Daria on her back and
began sucking her again. She was more urgent and focused than before, now that
she was not distracted by her own pleasure and need. She gave well aimed,
determined tongue strokes. She had moved with the dildo still inside her, its
wooden end shining between her thighs as she kneeled up. Daria quivered with
glee at Leal’s unfettered sensuality. She shuddered and smiled, as Leal pushed
the dildo inside her harder and deeper and lapped her sex savagely.

The surging pleasure finally surfaced in her clitoris,
rushing and rushing, like a flooding river; she pushed her pelvis up, her sex
into Leal’s open mouth, and came with a low cry, panting and heaving, a loud
moan going on and on through her lips at every wave of pleasure. The heavy
olive wood dildo felt even harder and larger inside her body. Finally she
lay
down quiet, spent, a very low whine dying on her lips.
Her legs were still spread wide.