The Minstrel's Tale Part 2

The woman stretched her skinny arms above her head and sighed contentedly. “I wish you could teach my husband to do that,” she said, as Alban climbed back up next to her. She took his hand and pressed it to her cheek. “He’s such a bore in bed. Or maybe a boar, if you get my meaning. Knows where to stick his rod and not a lick more.” She laughed at her own joke; Alban affected a smile for her benefit. “I wanted you to know, I really enjoyed your playing, too. I don’t really like sad stories, but when the knight and the priestess started having their way with each other, well, it was so real.” She lowered her voice. “It made me so wet, I afraid I would start soaking through my dress. I’m glad you were there to take care of me.” She laughed. “And take care of me again.”

“I heard a rumor from some of the other staff,” he whispered conspiratorially. “Nena—it is Nena, right?” When she nodded, he went on, “Is it true that you’ve bedded the prince?”

She cracked a wide smile at that. “My dear, sweet man, I was the first to bed him. 18 years old, he was, but what a rascal. He pinched my bottom every time I leaned over to make his bed. One day, he ordered me to stay still while he touched my bosom. The poor lad was shaking with fear. I was afraid he would sick up on me.”

“And you went along with it?”

“He is the prince. How was I supposed to tell him no? It didn’t hurt that he is handsome. Besides, it was fun, revealing a woman’s mysteries to the young prince. Speaking of which, there’s a mystery I want to explore right now.” Her hands roamed over his body, touching and retreating from his semi-erect cock. When she had coaxed it to hardness once more, she rolled over lazily onto him, letting her hair spill around his face. “I’ve never had a man bring me to climax three times in a row. I can tell you’re special, though.”

Nena wiggled her hips into place, then slowly pushed herself back onto him, holding her breath each time she pressed him deeper into herself. Alban moaned at the feel of her delicious warmth as she took him inside her for the second time that day. “Mmm, that’s good,” she said. “You’re bigger than my husband, too, you know that?”

She drew herself up until just the tip of his cock was inside her, paused, then began to rock back and forth almost imperceptibly. Her mouth hung open and she stared into his eyes as she teased herself with him. This went on for what seemed an eternity. Alban ran his hands over her body, touching and squeezing her soft, sensitive parts, but otherwise let her have her fun. Finally, she could stand it no more and forced all of his cock into herself at once, giving a faint cry as she did so. “How is it so far, music man?” she asked him huskily.

“Wonderful,” he said, and it was almost the truth. Not that it was her fault.

She began to move slowly over him, pausing now and then to grind her pussy against him. Each time she did this, her breath quickened and her next thrust was more forceful. Her movements were having an effect on Alban. He began to move with her, his body striving to increase the building pleasure of each thrust. Nena suddenly reared back so that she was sitting erect over him. She tilted back her head and stroked her fingers through her light brown hair. Her breasts jiggled tantalizingly as she bounced atop him. Each thrust brought a sharp cry of pleasure from her know, each time building in pitch. “Oh, yes, oh yes, that’s it,” she moaned.

Alban felt the clenching tightness at the base of his cock, pressed to the point of overflowing. His body yearned for release, for the waves of purest pleasure that would surely begin to course through him at any moment. Except that that moment never came. The longer she rode him, the greater that need became. He was pressed against a wall with no hope of ever crossing over.

“Ahh, ah!” Nena screamed, her whole body shaking. He could feel her pussy clenching and unclenching his cock. She lowered herself down, coming to rest with her head on his shoulder. “So good, so good,” she murmured. He felt the frantic fluttering of her heart against his chest. She nuzzled against him. “You’re fantastic,” she said.

“So are you,” the minstrel said, acutely aware of her body still trapping his cock deep inside her. “Tell me more about the prince. What happened next?”

“Well, he kept going farther and farther. One day he stuck his fingers right up inside me. That’s when I decided that I needed to get a handle on things. You just don’t go around sticking your fingers inside people without warning them, you understand. I decided to show him the proper way to handle a lady. I told him I wanted him to take off his clothes and lie down. Then I did the same thing to him that I just did to you. He took to it quickly, I must say, though he never really treated me the way a man should treat his lover, always ordering me around. ‘Put your hands right there,’ he would say, as if he were telling me to empty the chamber pots. If he tried something that I really didn’t like, I told him so. Sometimes he would stop.”

“Then he didn’t feel anything for you, other than lust.”

“Heavens, no. He kept it up for a year, though I soon found out that he was lifting the skirts of other girls too. One day he just told me he was tired of me. It was for the best, I suppose. The fun had really worn out by then. But tell me, why are you so interested in my tryst with the prince?”

Alban shrugged. “I just wanted to get an idea what kind of man he is. It sounds like he never appreciated you for what you were to him.”

“Yes, I think that’s true” she agreed, shaking her head slightly. 

* * *

“Well, what is it?” the king asked, brusque but no longer angry. He had his back turned and a tailor circled him, fitting his clothes for the prince’s birthday feast.

“Please, father,” Edwin said, tucking his hands behind his back. “I need to speak to you alone.”

“Alright, Dario. Please wait outside, will you?”

The man bowed and closed the door softly behind him.

“Go ahead,” the king prompted.

“I wanted to tell you that I’m sorry. And you are right, I did bed the girl. More than once. The child could be mine. I didn’t want to believe it. When she told me, I panicked.”

“You were brutal to her,” the king reminded him.

“Yes,” the prince said, hanging his head. “I don’t know what came over me.”

The king sighed. “I was prepared to have you demand that I give you back your birthright. Is that what this is about?”

“No,” Edwin replied. “I hoped you might reconsider that, but I am giving my confession freely.”

“And what about the girl? Will you marry her, then?”

“If she will have me.”

“Good. I am glad to see that you’ve come to your senses. A pity that I had to go so far to make you see the truth. Prove your honor in this and I may yet reconsider my decision.”

“Thank you, father,” the prince said, smiling to cover his anger. “I hoped I could join you for dinner tonight? I trust that Reyna will be there.”

* * *

Nena rolled off of Alban and took a seat on the bed next to him. “You never did come, did you?” she asked. “Not just now. Not the first time either. I’ll have to do something about that.” She leaned forward and took the head of his cock into her mouth, still rock hard after several idle minutes. Her hand began to play along the shaft.

“Stop,” Alban said. 

Nena looked up and frowned at his tone. “It’s only fair I return the favor. Did I do something wrong?”

He smiled and shook his head. “No, it’s just that I think I’ve had enough excitement for one day. Maybe tomorrow, if you feel up to it.”

“Oh,” she said, coyly, “well then I’ll just have to see if I feel like it. Now give me a kiss so I can pinch that cute bottom.” Which she did.

Once she was gone, the minstrel watched through the window the sun sinking into the mountains west. “And so it begins,” he said, steeling himself for the hardship to come.