Crimson's Captivation by LLC Melange Books

indicated the start of an event, two chimes its
completion. Sergen was still eating when the bell chimed twice and
he tried to palm an apple, was found out and received three lashes
from an unpleased caretaker. They were led to modest servant
quarters, where the men were given silk bottoms and the women light
camisoles. The door closed behind them and locked.
    Crimson felt lonely and nestled against
Sergen. Her eyes grew heavy and she slept, dreaming of a young man
and a willow tree.
    The indigo sky was just turning to grayish
white light in the moonlight when Sergen and Crimson were awakened,
and escorted to the Countess’s bedroom. Crimson cringed when she
saw Tor sitting in a chair opposite the bed. The curtains were
drawn and candles were lit casting a soft ocher light over Tor and
the Countess. Tor had his hand on the pubis of the countess, his
fingers moving in and out of her. She had her fingers wrapped
around his member slowly stroking him up and down.
    “You two,” she ordered, “undress and come
stand before us.” Sergen removed his bottoms and Crimson hesitated
before removing her camisole.
    “Face each other and kiss, slowly, deeply,”
the countess ordered.
    Sergen leaned in and kissed Crimson on the
lips. At first, the kiss was soft and persuasive. Then his tongue
searched her mouth and found hers. Soon her face was flushed, her
nipples were erect and her body seemed to grow heavy and float at
the same time she fell into him. They were both breathing hard, and
their hands were roaming over each other’s body as Tor and the
Countess disappeared into the backdrop of ocher colored
shadows.
    Sergen cupped her breast and wanted to suck
on her nipples. His cock throbbed and surged between her legs,
pressing against her sex and she began to slowly thrust against
him, caressing and rotating herself against his stiff shaft. The
silky friction of him only made her want him more.
    “Stop, stop!” the countess insisted. She
tossed Crimson a red ribbon. “Crimson, tie his hands behind his
neck.” When Crimson went around Sergen and collected his wrists,
she knew the countess for the first time could see his erect cock.
It was long and thick, the candlelight cast its shadow on the wall.
The shadow seemed to thrust and move. The countess stroked Tor even
harder. With her left hand, she pushed Tor’s fingers deep inside
her and began moaning and writhing in her chair.
    Crimson interlaced Sergen’s fingers and
loosely tied the red ribbon in place and waited for direction.
“Kneel and please him with your mouth,” she ordered.
    Crimson knelt in front of Sergen and grasped
his shaft with her left hand, then kissed the tip and licked the
head of his cock. She pushed his cock up and away from her and, for
the first time, she really noticed the length, his head landing an
inch or two above his navel. She licked the length of him and then
ratcheted him straight towards her mouth, trying to find an angle
that matched the back of her throat. Her lips engulfed his head,
wetting it with her saliva. She sucked him deeper into her mouth
and felt him swell and thrust against her tongue.
    The countess began to moan loudly while Tor
slid his fingers in and out of her. He moved along her cleft, and
then used his thumb to circle her clitoris. A wellspring erupted
through her body and Crimson noticed how she closed her eyes
savoring the moment, thoroughly enjoying the sensual foreplay. Tor
gyrated and thrust his hips, forcing himself through the tight grip
of his wife’s hand as he watched Sergen move his cock in and out of
Crimson’s mouth. The sucking sounds were magnificent.
    * * * *
    Darya was tired of waiting. She knew
something was going on, because the halls were far too quiet. She
grabbed a robe, snuck toward the captives’ chambers and woke Uric.
She grabbed his hand and they snuck through the threshold of her
mother’s bedchamber. They knelt behind a hanging tapestry and
peeked into the room. Sergen and Crimson were on