Chapter Thirteen
I pulled on the simple clothes provided to the servants, and I smirked as I remembered the cocky attitude I’d had during the first run through. I had wanted to see how they would treat the worst of the employees, but I’d still lucked out and gotten the role of a page.
How would I approach things the second time around?
There were endless possibilities to choose from, even though I had met most of the essential staff members. Everyone I’d met could still potentially be a spy, but if they weren’t, there was a chance they’d be a good match for Miss Gervine.
“Up!”
“Speak of the devil,” I muttered to myself as I looked up at the woman standing in the doorway.
“What was that?” she asked as she came to stand in front of me. “Are we going to have a problem? You’re nothing but an unassigned peasant.”
“My apologies, Miss Gervine,” I said in a low voice.
“Don’t let it happen again,” she huffed, and then she turned on her heel and led the way to the common room again, where she turned to the three women who stood by my side. She questioned Zenda once more, and the historian prattled out her fake backstory just as effortlessly as before. The other two women both looked at me curiously when I knew the palace steward’s name, but I flashed them a wink instead of explaining.
I didn’t want to get them in trouble or assigned to the stables instead of the kitchens.
Miss Gervine barked out our roles again, but this time I said as little as possible. I was scanning her over and listening to every word she said in an effort to get to know her better so I could find her the perfect match.
Then we headed to the kitchens without further instructions, and this time I led the three women to the wall covered in clipboards without stopping to talk to the Head Cook.
“How did you know that?” Akina’s eyes widened. “We’ve never even been here before.”
“I’m a god,” I teased in a low voice. “I know things.”
“You’ll get used to it,” Caelia giggled. “We go along with it now, but it was the same for us all in the beginning.”
“She’s right,” Zenda murmured. “You’ll adapt and evolve to understand our family dynamics. Bash is good for all of us.”
“Agreed,” Akina said.
“Let’s get to work,” I suggested. “Don’t forget to keep your eyes and ears peeled for any new information we could use.”
“New?” Akina asked.
I wanted to tell her that I’d done this before, but every time I’d attempted to be honest with my women about who I was, they had just been confused by it all. There was no way for them to comprehend some aspects of my abilities, like how I could press my pointer finger against weapons and armor to read their stats. No one else could see the stat screen other than me, and the same had been true of the inscription detailing my new role as the God of Time.
“Never mind,” I said instead. “We’ll meet again for the morning meal which will be after all the nobles and higher-up servants have had their food. I’ve got a lot to do on this day myself, but I know we’ll all get through it.”
“What is it you say sometimes?” Zenda arched an eyebrow as a smile tugged on the corners of her lips. “We’ve got this.”
“Yes, we do.” I grinned. “And break.”
“Break what?” Akina asked.
“Just a sports thing,” I laughed.
We grabbed our clipboards and began our days at a rapid pace after that, and I dashed down the hallway to the first destination in the day of a page. The Chief Chamberlain was asleep as expected, but I didn’t consider him to be a match for Miss Gervine, so this time I focused on determining whether or not he was loyal to King Frederick.
I went straight to the bar and poured us both drinks, and I handed it to the chamberlain without comment. I knew who he was and what his duties were, and I knew he was married but living separately from the woman he loved. A spy wasn’t likely to give out the names of people they cared about, so I was inclined to trust this man’s word.
“How long have you been working here?” I asked as we both lifted our glasses.
“Why do you ask?” the man countered, but then he threw back his drink, so I did the same.
I anticipated the burn in my throat this time, and I didn’t express as much surprise at the strength of the drink.
“Strong, isn’t it?” Reschain chuckled. “No one’s ever taken a drink for themselves. You’ve got balls, kid.”
“Just curious,” I said after I swallowed down the liquid. “I’m actually something of a fan of yours.”
“Oh, really?” The chamberlain stood and crossed the room to the wardrobe. “What do you know of me?”
“Some,” I said in a vague tone. “But I’d like to be a chamberlain myself someday, so I was wondering how long you had to work at getting this position.”
“I see.” The man considered the contents of the wardrobe again until he landed on his choice of attire. “Well, I have worked for His Majesty in some form or another since I was a young boy. I have admired King Frederick since he was but a prince of this realm.”
“He’s pretty admirable,” I agreed since I had nothing bad to say about King Frederick. He could be a little aloof and spacey sometimes, but he’d lived a secluded life separate from common society. “So, you were a page, too?”
“Yes, my boy,” he said. “I’ve spent my time as a page just as you are now.”
“So you wouldn’t do anything to hurt King Fred or ruin his reputation in any way?” I might as well be blunt since I already knew I was going to reset a few more times.
“Gods, no,” the Chief Chamberlain gasped, and his expression of alarm seemed sincere.
“Sorry, never mind me,” I said with a dismissive flap of my hand. “I can be weird sometimes.”
The Chief Chamberlain eyed me curiously for a moment until he finished getting dressed. I got the finished form from him once he was done, and then I continued onto the treasurer.
I prepared myself for the stench of Arnoch’s room, and I wondered again if he would make a decent match for Miss Gervine. The treasurer was hungover this morning, and I already knew what to expect of him, so the only questions remaining were if he was loyal and willing to fuck.
“Good morning,” I greeted, but this time I threw open the curtains to shed light on the dingy living environment.
Looking around, I decided I couldn’t bring myself to set up my boss with someone who practically lived in a pigsty.
I had to find a better option, and it seemed like I had more than enough fish in the pond to choose from. There was the baker, the gardener, and the head groom to think of as well.
The treasurer filled out the form without complaint, and I went on with my day as planned, while learning more about everyone on my list than I had during the previous run through. No one else was married, and half of them were drunk from the previous night.
Pharen Lacey, or Fair Pharen as he called himself, was a little bit more forthcoming during the second run through, and he bit out his responses curtly.
“I’ve worked here for far too long,” the herald said in a brisque tone. “Now, here’s your form. Out of my sight.”
“Okay…” I muttered, and I rolled my eyes. “You can be that way if you want, but I hear Miss Gervine has a thing for you.”
“Poor woman,” the herald snorted. “She’s barking up the wrong tree.”
“What makes you say that?” I pressed.
The man gave me a pointed look, and I realized he was saying he was gay.
“Oh.” I laughed. “My bad.”
I took my clipboard and dipped my head respectfully before I moved on to the baker. I headed back to the kitchens at a rapid pace, and I didn’t need to reference the map of the palace in order to find my way around anymore. I had familiarized myself with the layout of the castle, and now I could find my way easily.
By the time I was done with this day, I would have the place memorized.
“Miss Gervine likes you,” I said as the baker filled out the form one-handed. “She won’t say so directly because she’s shy, but I can tell.”
“What makes you think so?” The baker chuckled. “I’m not considered dashing by society’s standards.”
“Just a feeling,” I said with a shrug. “She probably likes you just the way you are.”
“Hmm.” Dael’s eyebrows furrowed as he thought this over.
I resisted the urge to grin, and then I turned to go. I shot one last glance over my shoulder, and the baker was still frozen in place thinking about what I’d said, so I let him ponder my words as I headed out to the stables to find the Head Groom and the Head Gardener.
Brommel Bauchy, the Head Groom, was tall with leathery skin and blue eyes. He didn’t seem like much of a talker the first time we’d met, but I had been in a hurry. This time, I slowed down and looked him over. He wasn’t an unattractive man despite his obvious age. I decided he was like a barrel-aged Bourbon, and that’s the aroma he exuded.
“How do you feel about large women?” I asked.
“Any woman is fine with me.” The head stable worker eyed me sideways as he finished the form. “You’re not like other pages, are you?”
“They don’t make anyone else like me,” I chuckled. “I take it you sleep alone?”
“Aye, but that’s not usually the business of the underlings.” Brommel shoved the form into my hands with an amused glint in his eyes.
“Miss Gervine was asking around about you the other day,” I lied just to see what kind of response he would give. “I think she has a crush.”
“Oh, do you now?” Brommel laughed out loud, but then he shook his head. “These aren’t your affairs, kid. Keep your nose out of it.”
“Sorry, sir.” I pressed my lips together in a mock-apologetic expression. “It won’t happen again.”
I liked the odds with the baker anyway.
Now I just needed to figure out how to get the two to accept that they liked each other. Miss Gervine had no idea she was about to get laid by a knock-off hobbit, but I was sure she would just be overjoyed that someone had actually chosen to sleep with her.
I chuckled to myself as I headed out to the gardens, and this time I beat the Head Gardener to his post. Nevil Stonebroker was just as rapidly spoken as he had been the first time, and I made a mental note to figure out other ways to interact with my targets.
I shot out a couple of questions before he disappeared into the shed, and the gardener ignored me completely. He might be a spy, or just a secretive person, but I wasn’t sure which yet. I added him to my watch list, and I returned to the palace kitchens for my morning meal.
Right on cue, the jester launched himself down the hallway in my direction, and this time I managed to keep my balance as I caught him in my arms.
“There ya go,” I said as I helped him right himself. “How’s your head, Montigo?”
“Sad as a cat trying to bury shit on a tin roof.” The jester laughed as he turned to go without another word.
“Wait!” I called at his departing back, and he paused. The bells on his hat jingled with each step he took, and they twirled when he spun around to face me once more. “Are you drunk?”
I could smell the liquor on him, but knowing the hygiene practices of castle times, it was also unlikely that he’d bathed in the last few days.
“Always, my lord,” the jester said with a deep bow as he stumbled forward and almost fell over when he tried to stand up. Then he hiccupped and went cross-eyed before he finally met my gaze. “Around here? ‘Tis the only way to be.”
“What’s so bad about Vallenwood?” I arched an eyebrow in a questioning manner. “It’s the richest city in all of Sorreyal.”
“The king is rich, sure,” the jester said, but then he tilted his head to the side. “Wait, what were we talking about?”
“I’ll ask you next time,” I said, and I turned toward the junction leading to the kitchens. “Same time and place?”
“It’s a date!” the jester cackled before he headed in the opposite direction.
I was thinking about all the different people I’d already met as I made my way to the kitchens, while I considered resetting to my save point to do it all over again.
I could spam respawns until I figured everything out, and no one would be the wiser when I knew the perfect thing to do. Besides, I still needed to meet the constables, and I wasn’t sure how to get their attention without getting in trouble. I wasn’t worried about consequences during test run throughs, but the final time would have to be perfect.
I could do something awful and get arrested, but then I’d have to try to interrogate the constables from behind bars. I could trip one of the guards in the hallway, or steal something from the kitchen larders, but in both of those scenarios, I was likely to just be fired instead of sent to the authorities. I had to do something seriously horrible to ensure legal consequences, but what?
I went about the rest of my tasks and enjoyed a meal with the girls as I managed to provide all the answers before Zenda could even hypothesize. Then I went on to gather the dirty dishes from the rooms of the nobles staying in Vallenwood, but halfway through the task, I spotted a chamber pot.
An idea struck me, and I resisted the urge to cackle like a mad scientist.
I put all the dishes I’d been sent to receive into the tub, and I left the bin on the floor in favor of the chamber pot. Then I carried it out into the hallway in search of a guard.
I didn’t have to look very far, and I walked purposefully toward the armored man with the stinking pot in hand. When I was a few paces away, I met his gaze through the slits in his helm, and then I promptly dumped the contents of the chamber pot onto his feet.
“What are you doing?” The guard jumped backward, but not before waste splashed wantonly across his shins and feet.
“What?” I shrugged and flashed the guard an innocent smile.
“That’s it,” the guard hissed. “You’re under arrest for assault against a guard.”
“If you say so,” I said, and I held out my hands in surrender. “But I get a chance to defend myself, don’t I?”
“You’ll have to argue your case to the constables,” the guard said, and he grabbed me by the wrist to roughly drag me down the corridor. “They will determine your fate.”
“Awesome.” I grinned.
“I do not know that word,” the guard said, and he glanced over his shoulder at me. “Are you from a foreign land?”
“You could say that,” I snickered.
The guard dragged me down the maze-like corridors, pulled me down some stairs to a lower level, and into a dingy, stone-walled dungeon area. He took me into a waiting room with bars over the windows, and I glanced out to see the sun just barely beginning to rise over the horizon. It was still early in the morning, and I wanted to get through the introductions quickly so I could get to the good stuff sooner.
Namely, finding out who could possibly be a spy in the king’s midst.
Being in charge of the legal representation of the kingdom would definitely impact the day-to-day operations of the realm, and if someone was leaking information to a volatile population, then they would have to be getting it from the source. The constables in this world were the ones who read out the king’s edicts to the masses, and they were the face of the law throughout the city.
I would compare them to the judges of Earth, but with stronger body odor.
The room next to the waiting room was filled with four desks where men in black robes sat behind piles of papers and scrolls. They each hunched over their ledgers and notes until the guard cleared his throat and shoved me into the room.
“This page purposefully spewed waste all over me,” he reported. “I have arrested him for his crimes and brought him to you for judgment.”
“Put him in the cell,” one of the constables said without looking up. “We’ll get to him momentarily.”
“Yes, sir,” the guard said, and he shoved me toward the back wall where iron bars separated a corner of the room from the constables at their desks.
I said nothing as I sat on the empty bench occupying the rest of the corner, but once I was sitting with my back to the wall, I was able to fully observe the constables in their own environment.
“Whose turn is it to book a prisoner?” one of the constables asked out loud.
“Barson did it last time,” another one said. “Jalum was before him.”
“So, it’s your turn, Driscoe,” the first man said.
“And I suppose you want me to file the paperwork by myself, too, huh, Stradby?” The man they called Driscoe folded his arms over his chest. “I’ll get his information if you write it down.”
“Deal,” Stradby chuckled, and he reached for a blank piece of paper.
“So, you’re Driscoe?” I lifted an eyebrow as the black-robed man approached the bars of the cell. “Do you know who I am?”
“Other than a miscreant page?” Driscoe shook his head. “That’s why we are here. We take down the details before we deliver your consequences.”
“What punishment is usually handed out for throwing shit at a guard?” I chuckled.
“Lashes,” one of the constables still at a desk said. “Ten for each incident.”
“That’s harsh,” I said with a whistle of appreciation. “What about for first-time offenders?”
“Are you worried about your fate, young man?” Driscoe tilted his head to the side. “Cooperate, and you may get a lighter sentence.”
“Alright,” I said. “My name is Sir Sebastian, Archduke of Sorreyal, and the God of Time.”
“So, you’re delusional on top of being stupid,” Stradby snorted. “The God of Time is in the Kotar Desert right now, and he won’t be returning to court for a very long time.”
“How do you know?” I pressed.
“I have it on good authority,” the constable said in a vague manner. “That’s not the point. I watched the parade through town, I know what the God of Time looks like. And he is much taller than you are.”
“If you say so.” I smirked. “I take no offense, but you really should trust me when I say I’m here for a reason.”
“The God of Time? Dressed as a page and spilling shit on a guard? How does that make any sense?” Driscoe asked. “Give us your real name now, and I will start the lashings out at five.”
“How nice of you,” I chuckled. “But that’s not happening.”
“What makes you say that?” Stradby growled. “We’ve got you in our clutches now. We hold the power over your fate.”
I realized it would be harder than I thought to get information out of men accustomed to being the ones asking the questions, but at least now I knew their names.
Chime.
As I went through the first half of my day, I focused my matchmaking energies on setting up the crush between the baker and Miss Gervine. The Amazonian-like woman wasn’t around until the morning meal, and I walked up to her and cleared my throat.
“I hear Dael Andres has taken a liking to you,” I muttered.
“Back to your seat, page,” Miss Gervine barked, but I saw her gaze flick over to the baker nonetheless.
I chuckled to myself all the way back to my own table. I would see if the hint pointed her in the right direction, but until then, I had other goals to accomplish as well.
“What was that all about?” Akina asked as her eyes followed Miss Gervine across the room.
The palace steward walked the long way around the counter where the baker was still rolling out long loaves of dough. It was as though Miss Gervine was purposefully avoiding getting close to him, and I wondered if that could just mean she was being shy.
“Just to keep things lively and interesting, I have a scheme going that involves Miss Gervine,” I whispered in a conspiratorial manner once the four of us had squeezed together at a table. “The baker, Dael, is like a skunk mixed with a leprechaun, but he seems to be down to go downtown. If you know what I mean.”
“Do we ever?” Zenda giggled. “So, you’re helping two people find love. There’s nothing wrong with that.”
“I’ll need your help, though,” I said. “I want notes stuck into each of their lunches describing how much they like the other. I don’t get access to their meals, but…”
“We do,” Caelia finished for me with a nod of understanding. “What should the notes say?”
“Something that will get them both in the same place at the same time,” I instructed.
“We can do that,” Zenda said. “I’ll have to get some supplies from the library first.”
“If we plan it for the evening meal,” I said. “They might just go to bed together this very night.”
“If you say it will be so,” Akina said. “Then I’m inclined to believe you. Things seem to turn out exactly the way you say they will.”
“You’re starting to catch on,” I chuckled. “You’re running with a god, woman, I know things.”
“So it seems,” Caelia giggled. “We’ll handle the notes, but what if it doesn’t work?”
“Then we’ll try a different way next time,” I said with a shrug. “We have all the time in the world to figure this out. Miss Gervine needs to get laid so she will calm the fuck down already.”
“You do not find her attractive?” Zenda asked with a curious tilt of her head, and I saw the twinkle of mischief in her sapphire eyes.
“Do you even need to ask that question?” I laughed. “Look at the three of you. Gorgeous. Why would I hunt pig when I have does in the freezer?”
“You say the strangest things,” Caelia said with an amused wrinkle of her nose.
“Meet back up at dinnertime to see what happens?” I suggested, and the three women nodded.
Then we finished our meals and went back to our worklists, but I willed the time to move forward faster as I waited to see the outcome of my scheme.
Would Miss Gervine take the bait and meet Dael in the kitchens later that night?
There was only one way to find out, and I tried to summon all my patience as I waited for something to happen. I snuck away from my duties to find the palace steward, and I watched from the shadows of an alcove while she discovered the letter hidden on her dinner tray.
Even from across the room, I could tell she was surprised by the way her back suddenly straightened, and her gaze flicked around the room as though she could discover who had delivered the note.
I chuckled to myself as I snuck back to the kitchens where I ran into Caelia as she was returning with a stack of empty dishes.
“I think it’s going to work,” I whispered in her ear.
“Did you ever have any doubts?” Caelia giggled as she bumped her hip against mine. “You’re the mastermind here.”
“Human nature can sometimes be tricky,” I said with a shrug.
We entered the kitchens, but by this point in the day, the room was much emptier and calmer than it had been early in the morning. I couldn’t see the Head Cook anywhere, but a few other workers scraped out the contents of the giant cauldrons before scrubbing them clean.
A noise behind me had me pulling Caelia into the shadows between some of the workbenches, and I spotted Miss Gervine enter the kitchens at a slow pace. Her head moved from side to side until her gaze landed on the baker where he bent over and peered inside the brick-walled ovens.
“You’re here,” she breathed loud enough for the two of us to hear. “Did you really mean what you wrote?”
“Mistress Drokk,” Dael murmured as he straightened up. “I received your letter.”
“My letter?” Miss Gervine tilted her head to the side in confusion. “Oh, you mean the letter you wrote me.”
I held my breath. Things could go one of two ways. Everything would work out perfectly, or they would blow up completely. In any case, I could always reset back to my save point to try something new.
I exchanged a loaded glance with my lover, but then Caelia’s chocolate-brown eyes widened, and she jerked her chin in Miss Gervine and Dael’s direction. I glanced back to find the pair kissing passionately, and Miss Gervine was lifting the shorter man off his feet in order to press her lips against his.
Finally.
I grinned at Caelia, and then we sunk further into the shadows to give the two some privacy. Once I knew we were out of earshot of the new couple, I leaned down to whisper in my lover’s ear.
“Once they leave,” I murmured. “We should sneak into the pantry and fuck.”
I could see the hairs on the back of the dark-skinned goddess’ neck rise, and her eyes filled with desire. She would let me take her whenever, wherever, and I wanted to prove it. I would claim her body as my own regardless of where we were or what we were doing.
I snuck back around the corner to check on the new couple, but I couldn’t find them anywhere, so I stepped out to peer around the empty kitchens and gestured for Caelia to follow me. The only people there were bent over the sinks piled high with dirty dishes, and I felt a little bad for shirking my cleaning duty in favor of playing matchmaker, but it wouldn’t matter by the time I reset again.
“Come on,” Caelia said, and she tugged on my hand as she cast a nervous glance around. “Before everyone comes back.”
“You think they will?” I chuckled as I allowed myself to be pulled away.
Caelia led me to the door of the pantry, and she held it open for me as I walked inside. I turned and pulled her in behind me, and the door clicked shut.
“You’re all mine, now,” I said, and I began to nibble and kiss along her exposed neck. “I have been wanting this all day long.”
“Please,” Caelia breathed as I continued to plant kisses on every inch of her exposed flesh I could get my hands on.
“Take your clothes off,” I commanded in a husky voice full of desire.
“You first,” Caelia teased, but she immediately began to untie the laces of her dress. The red-and-gold livery of the king that the dress was styled in didn’t do nearly enough justice to Caelia’s level of beauty, and I thought she looked much better without the fabric restraining her assets.
“You’re so beautiful,” I murmured as I lifted her hefty breasts into my hands. “Your boobs are getting bigger than ever.”
“I hope that means I have your baby growing in my womb,” Caelia said as her hands went to her lower stomach. “But just in case, you should probably empty your seed inside me.”
“At least once,” I agreed.
“Your turn,” Caelia reminded me as she pulled on my shirt. “Take off these ugly servant’s clothes so I can pleasure your body.”
I ripped the shirt off over my head, and I kicked off my pants in a hurry. Once I stood fully erect before her, Caelia lowered herself to her knees using our pile of clothing as padding. Then her mouth was on my cock, and it became much harder to focus on the present moment. I was immediately lost in the sensations of her warm, moist mouth, and I gasped as she took me as far as she could into her throat. Caelia gagged before she came up for air, but then she rubbed the slick strings of saliva down my shaft.
“Get up here,” I growled, and I lifted her to her feet from under her elbows. “I want to be inside you as soon as possible.”
I pulled one of her legs up over my elbow, and I took hold of one of the shelves behind her to maintain my balance. Then I gripped my slippery cock in one hand as I aimed it for her wonderful pussy.
I slid inside her slowly, and we both inhaled sharply at the pleasurable sensation. It was only a moment before I had thrust my entire length inside her welcoming tunnel, and I paused there as we joined into one entity.
“Fuck, you feel good,” I hissed with pleasure as I pulled almost all the way out of her pussy.
“You fill me up so much,” Caelia moaned, and her fingernails dug into the muscles of my shoulders. “Go deeper!”
I did as she commanded, and I ground the tip of my cock against the rough texture of her cervix.
“Faster,” Caelia breathed. “Someone will come sooner or later.”
“Let them watch,” I murmured as I thrust in and out of her at a more rapid pace. I could feel my balls beginning to tingle already, and I knew the idea of being caught only further excited me. “We can put on a show.”
“Alright,” Caelia giggled, but her voice bounced each time I thrust. “Whatever. You. Wish.”
“Damn straight,” I chuckled.
Something fell off the shelf behind us as we rocked the structure with our motions, and we both laughed after being startled by the noise. There were bags of various spices and seasonings threatening to catapult themselves off the edge of the shelves, but I was too distracted by how good Caelia’s pussy felt to care.
I almost came just by thinking about how it felt in that moment, so I pulled out of her moist tunnel to turn her around. Then Caelia propped her leg up on one of the shelves so I could get optimal access to her wet slit, and I was inside her again a moment later.
“We have all the time in the world,” I assured her with complete confidence.
If something went wrong, I could just reset and try again.
I was tempted to fuck my women all over the castle while I worked out who the spies were, but I was more focused on accomplishing my goals. This moment with Caelia was more than enough to scratch the itch in my groin.
“Fuck me,” I groaned, and Caelia began to gyrate her hips around in a circle as much as she could in her current position.
The motion caused her ass cheeks to jiggle in a very satisfying manner, and I thrust in and out of her while I watched the fat around her backside bouncing up and down.
“You’re so hot,” I murmured, and I grabbed a fistful of her hair and wrapped the tendrils around my digits. Then I held her head at an angle that made her back curve deliciously. The image was almost more than I could bear, and I resisted the urge to explode deep inside her right then and there.
Even though this had started as a quickie in the kitchens, I wasn’t ready for the moment to end just yet, so I pulled out of her once more.
“Get on your knees,” I instructed, and Caelia instantly obeyed.
Her eyes were glassy and full of lust, and she flicked out her tongue to moisten her dry, thick lips. Then I squatted behind her with one knee up and one on the ground, and I gripped her ass cheek in one hand to expose the juicy pink center between her legs. I slid inside her roughly, and Caelia gasped in surprise. Then I grabbed her hair once more, and we let out synchronized moans of pleasure.
If there was anyone still in the kitchens, then they would surely hear us, but I didn’t care. This was my favorite run through so far, and I could feel my balls tingling yet again.
I reached my hand around Caelia’s hips, and I rubbed her clit with one finger as I continued to stroke my dick in and out of her pussy. She started to shake and shudder instantly, and I realized she’d been on the edge of a powerful orgasm this whole time.
I brought her over the edge quickly, and I supported her weight in my arms as she lost control of her limbs. The sensation of her cumming on my dick sent me over the edge as well, and I erupted in a powerful spray deep inside of her. Then we slid to the floor in a pile, and my spent cock slid out of her slippery tunnel with a wet sound.
“Well, that was something new,” I said with a wry smirk, and I pulled myself off my lover reluctantly. “What did you think?”
“That was amazing,” Caelia breathed, and she pulled her dress back on with quick, deft movements. She was fully dressed a moment later, and she flashed me a wide smile. “I love having fun with you.”
“That was fun, huh,” I agreed. “We’ll have to do it again sometime.”
“Whenever, wherever,” Caelia promised.
I knew she meant it, too.
I was one lucky god.
After dressing quickly, we peeked out of the pantry door, but there were no more workers in the kitchens as far as I could see, so we snuck out slowly. I cast one last glance into the room where I’d just enjoyed the shit out of myself, and then we headed back toward the servants’ chambers.
Caelia and I were whispering and giggling the whole time, but then I spotted some people in the corridor right outside our sleeping quarters. It was the other new hires, well, the two men, and they were huddled together with their backs to us.
“--then we can get inside the treasury,” one of them whispered to the other.
“And we can finish the job,” the other confirmed in a conspiratorial tone.
Shit.
We’d just walked in on them conspiring to rob the king.
Talk about being the God of Good Timing.