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The Inquisitor (Chapter 21)

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They stood in shocked silence for many moments before he spoke.

"Good evening, my dears. I am greatly pleased to have you home again." His voice was soft and smooth, but the princess noted a bit of menace underneath. At length, he rose to his feet. For a moment he seemed unsteady, but it passed in an instant, leaving him tall and powerful as she remembered.

"My lord." They replied, each with a deep bow.

The princess caught another hint of the unknown fragrance, and felt her heart thump deep within her core. The Inquisitor strode to stand before them, his eyes deep and intense, but also kind.

Without a word, the maid unfastened his heavy cloak, and folded it neatly before laying it on an ornate table to the side. He watched her intently as she worked. As she returned to the princess's side, he softly caught hold of her arm, drawing her aside for a moment.

"Are you all right, my flower?" he asked. "I sense a deep change within you." The maid answered, speaking rapidly and soft, but the princess could not make out her words.

At last, he gave a deep sigh, and released her.

At last Chrysanthemum spoke so that the princess could make out their words.

"Grieve not, my Lord. Have we not known this day would come." The Inquisitor said nothing, his eyes terribly sad behind the mask that hid his face.

"Too long have I borne this curse alone, my love." said Chrysanthemum. "My strength left me many seasons ago. I loathe the things I must do to endure on. I must become...like her. I must draw my strength from the pleasures of the flesh, else I will fade and go down."

She threw up her hands and mourned. "Oh, if only I had never climbed those darkened stairs with her! If only I'd known what would become of us, I would have stopped her."

Heavy tears spilled down her fair cheeks as she sobbed against him. He consoled her with soft words and held her very gently.

"And now I must go to her... and she will take me. I knew she would when I granted her the last of me... the last bit of light that remained..." She choked with sobs. "And now all of my goodness has been stolen, and she will take me... and I shall not have the strength to resist. O' what is to become of me, my Lord? How will I escape the darkness once she pulls me down?" The princess heard her say. The maid's voice had taken on a frantic edge.

"Fear not, my dearest love." He said at last. Her tears faded and she calmed beside him. "You and I shall be together... one last time. Take from me all the strength you can. Hold on to what you know is true in your heart. Take my strength, and rise on to the next."

The princess was touched beyond words. She had known the Inquisitor, her master, to be strict and cunning, but here was a tender side she had only glimpsed.

"Shall I leave you, my Lord?" the princess asked. "Surely, take my chambers, and love her as I do."

But the Inquisitor held up his hand.

"Nay, my princess... It is not safe for you now. I have seen many of the Queen's minions, and they lie in wait for you." The thought chilled the princess.

"You shall remain with us. We shall make it an instruction for you." chimed the maid, whispering something unclear to him.

A sly smile crossed his lip. "You are still the devilish girl I knew, my love. A wonderful idea."

The maid took the princess by the hand and led her to the large chair, usually inhabited by their robed master. The princess sat, and raised her skirts as commanded. She licked her lips, making them glisten and allowed the maid to undo her bodice. Though they did not burst free, her bodice hung open deliciously, and her maid could not resist a playful squeeze of her nipples. The maid blindfolded the princess, bidding her sit back in the sumptuous chair and be at ease.

The princess, her sight deprived, sat still in the master's chair. From within the chambers, she could hear movement, the scr*pe of boot, the rustle of cloth, the wet sound of kisses.

With her sight restricted, the princess had only her other senses to rely on. She listened as the bed creaked, and she guessed the master and the maid had laid down. She could hear sucklings, wet sounds of mouths on another's. She could hear the smooth sound of skin on skins.

In her mind, she began to imagine what they might be doing. Her nipples grew harder and harder as her thoughts played about in her head. Without a thought, her fingertips began to play with them, and they ached for her soft touches and pinches and tuggings.

From within the room, new sounds emerged, Deep sucking sounds, and soft moans from the Inquisitor. In her mind, she saw the maid, her face buried between his legs, swallowing inch after inch of him. At the thought, she felt her own sex grow hot.

Soft, wet, glump-ing noises reached the princess' ears. In her mind, she saw the maid sucking hard at his enraged cock, licking it, slurping her own wetness from it's thick head. The princess squirmed in the master's chair as she listened to the maid suck his throbbing cock, until at last hot seed shot into her mouth. The princess listened to the maid swallow it down with relish, as the Inquisitor's deep moans subsided.

The princess strained her ears trying to hear more. All was quiet within the chamber for a great while before the princess could make out new sounds, quick slippery sounds. At first she could not place it. It took her a few moments before she recognized the sound of fingers playing about the maid's wet sex.

The princess grew more aroused as she listened to the maid's breathing quicken, to the sound of fingers sliding in and out. In her mind, she picture the maid, taking her master's fingers deep inside her, squirming as they slipped in and out.

The images drove the princess wild, and her own hand dropped to her own wet crescent, revealed when she was ordered to raise her skirtings. Her fingers found herself wet and hot.

Soon the fingerings turned to deep slippery sounds, accompanied by deep and breathy moans from the maid. "Oh yes, my Lord... oh yes, give it to me." heard the princess, and she knew he must be hard again, sliding his big cock into her again and again.

The princess heard lusty questions. "You fucked them all, didn't you..."

"Oh yes, my Lord... their cocks in me all!...Oh fuck it!... sucked so many cocks...their cum my lord..."

"... in your mouth, in my ass... in my pussy man-after-man-in-me, two or three in me...oh fuck it, they fucked me so good!"

The sound of their dirty talk enflamed the princess even more.

There, in the darkness of her blindfold, the princess slid her fingers in and out to the rhythm of the pair in the bed. As his thrusts became quicker and quicker, her own fingers matched the time. One, two, three, into herself again and again, deeper and deeper as she listened to the maid cry out as her master fucked her.

At last, as the thrusting sounds reached their fever pitch, the maid came. And the master came, As did the princess, all in time, as the room became a chorus of throaty moans.

After many, many moments, the waves subsided, and the princess lay back against the chair panting. She could hear the pair on the bed struggle to regain their breath, and then all was still for a long time, the only sound of breathing and the rustle of cloth.

At last, the princess removed the blindfold. The maid and the Inquisitor spoke quietly as they lay together. Though the princess could not make all of their words, she hear him speak of his love for her, and his regrets for not being strong enough to save her. They spoke for another long while in soft tones, caressing and kissing as they talked.

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