One by one, maids and eunuchs left the dining hall upon finishing their meal, and soon, all who were left at the table were young stable-hand Kristof, and Ela, the royal wet-nurse.
Kristof had set down his cutlery, having had enough of pretending to eat, and waited now nervously for Ela to finish a pear she had plucked from a bowl beside her. He stirred in his seat, growing unsure and anxious with each passing moment, not daring to speak up; Ela was, after all, as close to the royal family as anyone among the servants could get.
Casually, she set the core of the pear down by the others on her plate, sighed contentedly, and lifted her soft, inquisitive eyes to Kristof.
“So… Where do you wish to do it today, Ser Kristof?” Kristof swallowed, glancing to the side. “I’m… No Ser, your Highness.”
Ela smiled. Among her favorite things about Kristof was his timid, rustic habit, and despite her friendly teasing, what she wished most was to see it overcome by carnal confidence. In particular, she much enjoyed the transformation which lust incited in him, where either side of that coin alone would have done much less to excite her.
“And I’m no highness… Unless you wish me to be.” Their eyes met for a moment, and Kristof blushed, lowering his head. Ela caught the slight smile on his lips before he could hide it, and felt a tingle run through her limbs.
She stood up, smoothing her uniform against her stomach and thighs. Kristof looked at her from beneath his brow, breathing deliberately. He felt warmth surge towards his loins as he inspected Ela’s plump body, her soft form veiled beneath what resembled a carefully crafted maternity dress.
It was fit comfortably, not so loosely as to drown Ela’s gentle curves, and the front was fastened with elegantly concealed buttons to allow her to bare her breasts without stripping. Kristof could make out where milk had seeped through the padding, and made the pale fabric damp and translucent.
Ela, delighted by her unabashed admirer, chuckled with satisfaction. “You can take a look inside, once you bring us somewhere more… Private.”
His blush growing deeper, Kristof met her eyes, fought a lecherous smile, but failed to hide it from Ela’s sharp gaze. He stood up, giving up trying to hide the erection growing in his trousers.
“My… Ser Kristof… Already?” Kristof nodded abashedly. “Now… Would you take us to what place you had in mind?” As she spoke, Ela stepped around the long table towards Kristof, movements of her soft flesh accentuating each step.
She slid close to Kristof, close enough to feel his nervous breaths, leaning slightly to whisper in the ear of the boy, a little shorter than herself. “You can have a little feel, before we go, if you so wish.”
He lifted his hands to her concealed breast, cupping it in his palms. Swallowing, he stroked gently through the fabric, feeling the weight, and pressed tenderly with his thumbs. The stain at Ela’s breast grew, and droplets of milk seeped through, rolling down the fabric and onto Kristof’s hands.
Ela exhaled contentedly, and ran her hand up Kristof’s thigh, brushing against the taut fabric at his loins. Kristof squeezed again, letting more milk drip through Ela’s uniform, further staining its front and his tense hands. Leaning again close to Kristof’s ear, Ela ran her fingers along the length of Kristof’s concealed penis and spoke in a sultry whisper.
“That will be enough… Ser Kristof.” She planted a little kiss on his cheek and stood up straight, head hanging slightly to look him in the eyes. The flush at Kristof’s cheeks had spread across his face, and though he tried to speak, he could only swallow nervously.
“It’s alright, Kristof, dear. I’m excited, too… And you’ve nothing to worry about. It’s our little secret.” Ela spoke still in a whisper, and smiled reassuringly.
Kristof lifted his hand to hers, took it gently in his. The pair glanced at each other, smiling in silence for a moment, before Kristof turned and took a step towards the door, leading Ela after him by the hand. The door closed with a heavy murmur, and a dense silence settled over the cluttered table, watched over by colorful tapestries.
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“Should we do something about those two?” The maid spoke in a hushed tone over her shoulder, following Ela and Kristof with her eyes as they left the dining hall. “Do what?” Turning around with her brow furrowed, she faced the eunuch huddling close behind her.
Surprised by the nonchalant expression on its face, her eyes softened, and she sighed deeply. She took a step from the door, another one around the eunuch, and sat on the edge of a table, littered with dishes.
“I just think its unfair.” Shrugging with its brow, the eunuch turned to face her, looking at her quizzically. “How so?” The maid thought for a moment, looking at her dangling feet.
“It’s just that… I’ve heard that the wet-nurse is also responsible for… Sating… The heir apparent.” Pursing its lips, the eunuch turned to look absently at nothing in particular, deep in thought.
Unconvinced that her companion had taken her meaning, the maid sighed. “It feels unfair that she can so claim the only eligible male to herself, when she already has someone mate with her regularly. You see?”
The eunuch’s lips curled in a wry smile, and it glanced at the maid before speaking in a playful voice. “I’ve heard rumors that the good prince Marius isn’t especially… Well endowed. That stable-boy, however… One works with his own kind, as is said…”
“It is also said, that in the land of the blind, the one-eyed man is king.” The maid spoke dryly, glaring at the eunuch from beneath her brow. To her surprise, the eunuch merely laughed.
“Come now… You know better than to compare eunuchs with men. And besides, I’ve seen the faces you make, Ada, such as your king could never lay his eye on.” Ada chuckled softly, rolling her eyes.
“Eni, You must know very well that sometimes the greatest pleasure is not that which you feel yourself.” The eunuch nodded sagely, its hands folded together at the stomach. Stepping to the table, it spoke in a soft voice.
“Would you wish that I made the stable boy aware of your interest?” Taken aback by the direct question, Ada blinked conspicuously, then turned to look at the eunuch. Its face was serious, but kind.
“I… Would appreciate that very much. Though… I don’t know if even you could pry him out of that fat cow. And that besides, there must be other takers, too, and more attractive to him at that.” As Ada finished speaking, she hung her head, staring absently at her feet.
“You should know better, too, than to compare yourself to that wet-nurse. What if he finds both fat cows and little birds attractive, each in their own way?” Ada contemplated the eunuch’s words for a moment, then lifted her head.
“I guess it… Wouldn’t hurt to try. Are you sure it would be alright, with you?” The eunuch smiled. “Would I have been so forward in my suggestion if it wouldn’t, Ada? And myself besides, little birds need to mate, just as do fat cows.”
Ada blushed, swallowed. The eunuch lay a gentle hand on Ada’s leg, sighing. “My apologies, miss Ada, if my language…”
“No… Not at all, Eni. I’m only glad, that you understand, and wish me well…” Their eyes met, and Ada began to speak, but shook her head and remained silent.
“Yes, Ada?” Eni watched the blush deepen on its friend’s cheeks, and smiled reassuringly. Ada glanced at Eni, found the smile catching to her, as well.
“It’s only that… If you’re not in a hurry… I would much enjoy it if you would… Sate me, before you go.”
Eni nodded solemnly. “Never has there been such a hurry as would keep me from that, especially after being asked so politely.”
Ada scoffed, laying a hand on that on her thigh. “You know, I often wish I could return the favor, somehow.”
“Remember what you yourself said about pleasure? There’s not much else I could think to ask for.”
“If any such thing ever comes to your mind, I beg of you to tell me.” Ada spoke sincerely, the blush thinning from her cheeks. Eni exhaled, let its hand relax beneath Ada’s.
“Many others would likely enjoy seeing you beg, but I’d be more content with just a kiss.” Ada squeezed the hand on her thigh, pulling Eni close to her.
For a moment, the two embraced each other tightly, Ada sitting on the edge of the table, Eni standing just before her, hands brushing tenderly against each other’s backs.
“You’re very dear to me, you know?” Eni nodded, head against Ada’s cheek. “As are you to me.”
Ada lowered her head, closing her eyes, and Eni met her lips, her tongue, and their arms tightened around each other once more. The taste of fruit still lingered in their mouths.
Their lips parted, and they let their hands from each other’s backs, to rest clasped together in Ada’s lap. Both faces flush, they gazed at each other, smiling.
“Now, little bird… Are you ready?” Ada nodded eagerly, swallowed as Eni kneeled before her, hands slipping out of hers.
The eunuch ran its hands up Ada’s legs underneath the hem of her dress. She lifted her buttocks off the table with her hands, letting Eni pull her panties from her crotch, and thread them along her legs and past her feet.
“You wish to hold on to these, as always?” Ada nodded abashedly, and took the panties from Eni’s extended hand, feeling a pang of arousal as she saw the sticky stain where they had nestled against her vulva. She bunched the panties in her hand, lifting it close to her nose and mouth.
“Please, go ahead, Eni…” The eunuch smiled, and lifted the hem of Ada’s dress over its head. She spread her thighs, letting out a pleasured yelp as Eni’s lips touched hers, and pressed the panties securely against her mouth.
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The sight of the royal wet-nurse on the lower levels of the donjon roused much curiosity in those who happened to walk by, as did the long-haired youth leading her by the hand. Kristof had tried gently to shake his hand free of Ela’s as soon as foreign footsteps came within earshot, but Ela had only interlocked her fingers tighter with his. Though they made Kristof nervous, Ela much enjoyed the stares and whispers.
Her stained uniform drew much attention, coloring the faces of busy maids with amusement, envy, and at times, admiration. The armed eunuchs merely stared inquisitively. Though not strictly forbidden of her, many would have preferred her not to wander.
Turning to lead Ela down a stairwell, Kristof halted suddenly, tightening his grip on Ela’s hand. She stepped around the corner, and saw Kristof faced with an burly eunuch, staring curiously at the misplaced stable-hand, raising his eyes to meet those of the wet-nurse.
“Lady Ela?” The eunuch spoke in a soft voice, demanding yet friendly. Ela took a step to stand next to Kristof, holding his hand reassuringly. “It’s alright. I wish to spend time with my friend, in private.”
The eunuch nodded slowly with its eyes closed. Ela knew orders to protect her safety and privacy also extended to keep safe and secret her occasional trysts. Kristof, however, did not know that, by association, said order also extended to him. She could feel sweat grow on Kristof’s palm, and she squeezed it, to say without word that no harm would come to him.
“Would you wish for me to accompany you, to assure your private meeting stays so, Lady Ela?” Ela nodded gratefully. “How should I call you, master guard?” The eunuch stared at Ela along its prominent nose, chewing his words carefully.
“My name is Era, my Lady.” To both Kristof’s and the eunuch’s surprise, Ela laughed. “Era… A stranger might think us twins, had he only our names to make his judgment.” The eunuch smiled. “It is said that one is of the family which gives it it’s name. I presume yours is as mine is, too.”
Ela nodded softly. “Now… Dear Sibling… My friend Kristof was taking us to where we may be in private. Would you join our way, to assure our meeting remains undisturbed, as you suggested?” The eunuch stepped aside, letting the hesitant Kristof step past it into the stairwell. Its heavy footsteps followed those of Ela and Kristof, echoing in the cramped stonework.
The stairwell expelled them into a dim, windowless hallway, lit by lamps distant enough from one another to leave dark gaps between their spheres of light. Having let go during their descent, Ela reached again for Kristof’s hand, and stepped up to walk by his side. Era heeled them some steps behind.
“I have to admit my curiosity is only partly professional, my Lady Ela, but how did you come to meet this new friend of yours… Kristof, was it?” Ela glanced at Kristof, and passing under a lamp, saw that much of the unease had vanished from his face. She looked at Era over her shoulder, thinking over her words.
“It is a… Long story for how short it is.” He turned to look at Kristof, to see his approval of her words. “We met this spring, during the annual itinerancy. He drove mine and the royal twins’ carriage.” Kristof cleared his throat, hesitated. “I’m groomed to become a royal horse-handler.”
Era hummed curiously. “Though you are not a eunuch?” Kristof glanced over his shoulder. “I’m to be gelded when I come of age, if I’m approved by my master.” Ela squeezed Kristof’s hand tightly, felt that it was relaxed, comfortable in hers.
“I’ve always found it is young men who are most virile, though customs are not for me to critique.” Ela smiled. Kristof, in turn, squeezed her hand. They neared an open door, a lamp in the room casting a cone of warm light into the hallway.
“We’re here, Ela.” Kristof’s voice was firm and confident, eliciting a content sigh from Ela. “Era? Would you watch the door for us?” The eunuch nodded with closed eyes, stepping to stand by the wall, a few paces from the open doorway.
“Kristof.” The eunuch spoke in a low voice, head turned towards the stable-hand. Kristof looked at him, listening. “Though your aspiration is noble, and I wish you luck… Enjoy the gift in your loins, while you still may.”
The two shared a knowing smile. “Thank you, Master Era.” Ela stood half in the doorway, observing their exchange with an amused look to her eyes. They met those of the eunuch, and she nodded deeply. “My thanks, as well, master Era.”
Era leaned its head against the wall, eyes closed, and took a deep breath. Hurrying inside, Ela tugged on Kristof’s hand, pulling him in after her. The door groaned shut behind them.
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Ada reclined on the table, leaning on her hands, taking deep, satisfied breaths, her eyes shut tightly. On the floor before her, Eni sat on its knees, wiping its mouth on an embroidered napkin. Though there was much to be done, Eni was reluctant to hurry off from their tender moment.
“Thank you, Eni… You were good… As always.” Eni set the napkin on the floor and nodded, humming. “What pleasure is yours, is also mine.” Ada let out a deep breath, sat upright on the edge of the table.
“Eni?” The eunuch cocked its head quizzically, listening. “Have you ever done this with anyone else?”
“I have. Many times, with many people, before I got to know you… And after that, there have been a handful, too.” Ada slipped down from the table and sat on the floor beside her friend. She gathered her words for a moment.
“I… Don’t mean to sound… Jealous… I’m only curious.” Eni nodded. “You are… Very different. From how I am, that is.” Eni nodded again.
“Not as different as one might at first think.” Ada smiled, turned to face Eni. There was a little silence between them.
“How does it feel, with people other than me?” Ada lay her hand on Eni’s lap. Eni met her touch, and sought for words.
“Different. No two people, in my experience, are the same. There is something unique to each person, and I find that interesting.” Ada nodded, thinking.
“How come you haven’t been with other people more often, then? Recently, that is.” An implacable smile crept on Eni’s lips, and Ada furrowed her brow.
“That it is interesting does not mean I cannot get enough of it. And… That besides, I would rather it feel meaningful, than interesting.” Ada felt Eni’s fingers slip between hers, close her hand in their grasp. She felt warm, content to say nothing, for she understood, and was glad.
“What about you, Ada? Have you done this with anyone else?” Ada swallowed, felt the warmth collect in her cheeks. “Not since… I was a child.” Eni nodded, content to let her speak as much as she wished to. Ada swallowed again, glanced around the room, breathing slowly.
“I had a friend. A boy, close to my age, Artur. I think I knew him since we were both very little, for when I try to remember the earliest things I can remember, there are fuzzy memories of mother, father, and of Artur.”
“I… Loved him, in what way a child can love a friend, and I think he felt so, too… But… Artur and I… One of us had heard about sex, from someone. One of the older girls and boys, maybe. I think we had been in school, then, for two years, or so.”
“How I understood it then, was that… It was an important thing, when it comes to love… Like kissing, and other more familiar things, and… We agreed to try it… Though neither of us really knew enough to make anything of it.”
Ada blinked and let out a tense breath. She felt the hand close tighter around hers, comforting, encouraging her. Glancing to her side, Ada saw Eni watching her with a tender smile on its lips. She smiled, too.
“For a long time, reminiscing about it made me feel… Uneasy. We did little but hold each other for a time, touching ourselves in the dark, but, for years after that, I felt guilty, like I had done something wrong.”
“It’s difficult to say why I felt that way, for so long, but… I think we both discovered something, then, that we could not speak of with our parents. And… That’s scary, to a child. Neither of us ever brought it up afterwards, even among ourselves.”
“Artur gave me a little kiss, before we fell asleep, and… I don’t think I have experienced anything so pure, before, or after, that night. Despite that guilt, something in me knew to cherish that memory, all along. It’s… Just only now that I’ve realized that.”
Ada turned to look at Eni, her lips smiling though her eyes were unsure. “I’m… Sorry, if that was all… Strange.” The eunuch closed its eyes, and shook its head gently. “I think all of us have such stories.”
They sat still for a time, content in the fallen silence. Nothing more needed to be said, then, and both were grateful that it could be so. Finally, Ada leaned towards Eni, letting her head come to rest on the eunuch’s shoulder.
“Before you go… Could you kiss me again?” Eni burrowed its cheek into Ada’s hair, nodding softly. They turned to face one another, closing their eyes, meeting each other’s lips. Ada sighed quietly, feeling Eni’s tongue against hers.
They parted, gazing at each other a moment, and embraced. Eni stroked Ada’s hair, playing with a strand that had come loose from beneath her skullcap, tugging it behind her ear. Ada crept close to Eni’s ear, and spoke in a whisper, close enough to touch it with her lips.
“Eni… Your face still smells like my pussy.”
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Ela stood beneath a little lightbulb hanging from the ceiling, motes of dust dancing around her in the stuffy air. Her hands on her hips, she watched Kristof approach her, nervous excitement in his every movement. As he halted a step or two from her, Kristof closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
“You’ve found a fine place for us to enjoy one another’s company.” Kristof blushed, and cast his eyes down. “Kristof, dear… I really do mean it.” Ela relaxed her arms, and stepped up to him. “I think there’s something… Exciting… Being in a dirty, forgotten place like this, with all the time I spend up there, surrounded by maids”
She appeared thoroughly misplaced in the barren room wearing her immaculate uniform, still smelling faintly of soap and lavender, with her auburn hair in a neat bun atop her head, held by a pair of intricate pins. Kristof’s gaze trailed up along her figure, finally reaching her face and her sultry eyes. Both of them smiled.
Kristof reached his hands towards Ela, who led them eagerly to her waist. He felt the soft fabric with his fingers, squeezed to feel the flesh beneath, softer still. Ela wrapped her arms around Kristof and pulled him close to her, nestling his face between her breasts, squeezing him tightly against her plush body.
Ela exhaled a relieved sigh as droplets of milk began to seep through her dress, dripping onto Kristof’s plain linen shirt. She felt her nipples swell against the fabric, the aching in her full breasts turn into yearning as Kristof rubbed his loins against her plump thighs.
She eased her embrace, and Kristof drew his head from between her breasts, gasping for air. Ela had lost her teasing facade, her face now flush with arousal, eyes soft with desire, breaths warm with unspoken pleas. Kristof stared at her, panting still, lust cresting over any other though or emotion.
“Kiss me, Ela.”
Ela closed her eyes and nodded, letting out a little moan under her breath. She bent down, arms still around Kristof, and felt his lips on hers. The tender peck was followed by a deep, passionate kiss, their lips locked tightly together, tongues caressing one another.
Ela felt hers embraced by Kristof’s lips, and she let out an astonished moan as he drew it into his mouth and nibbled at it gently. After a soft brush with the length of his tongue, he released her, and Ela was left dazed, gasping softly, their shared saliva dripping from her lips.
Kristof craned his neck, kissing Ela’s lower lip, catching it in his teeth, biting firmly as Ela drew away out of instinct. The sudden sting made her relax, her dripping tongue hanging out of her open mouth, her head following meekly as Kristof tugged on her lip.
Ela yelped as he bit again and pulled her close towards him before he let go of her and planted a tender kiss on the swollen lip. Ela felt the marks of his teeth tingle, wishing that he could bite her where-ever he wished without fear of leaving a bruise. She returned a little kiss on the tip of his nose, and hugged him tightly.
For a moment, they stood with their bodies melded together, arms around one another, breathing softly without need for words. Ela stroked Kristof’s back through the loose, linen shirt, feeling his muscles beneath his skin as he did the same to her.
It must have been, she thought, as exciting for him as it was for her to touch and explore a body so unlike one’s own. She was soft, from her chubby thighs to her wide hips, from her plush breasts to her rosy cheeks, while Kristof was tough, strong despite his willowy frame.
He lifted a hand from her back to her cheek, kissing the other one softly, raking his fingers into her hair. Ela turned to face him, touching the tip of his nose with that of hers. Kristof pecked her lips, soothing the swelling with gentle kisses, before moving close to whisper in her ear.
“Ela, I want to see your tits.”
Ela swallowed, nodded with hazy enthusiasm. Kristof took a step back, brushing the sides of her breasts with his hands as they relaxed from around her, and observed intently as the wet-nurse took a breath to collect her thoughts before beginning to unbutton the front of her uniform.
Spit stained the top of her breasts, and leaking milk had drawn dark lines down their front. Kristof found the messy and visibly aroused appearance of the royal wet-nurse infatuating, and realized then that his clothes were now at least as soiled as hers.
As Ela threaded open button after button, her breasts began to spill out of her dress little by little, beads of sweat running between them towards her stomach. Her nipples clung to the soaked padding, as if bashful, though each button unfastened by Ela’s hands nudged them closer to freedom.
One by one, Ela’s breasts rolled out of her dress, settling to rest over her hands, milk leaking from her puffy nipples. Kristof felt blood rush through him, collect in his loins with carnal intent, drawing his baggy trousers tight over his erection.
Ela set her hands to her waist and leaned forward, letting her breasts bob freely as she enjoyed her lover’s rising excitement. Droplets of milk fell onto the tiled floor, encouraged by deliberate, sultry sways, and having found her edge once more, Ela mused in a teasing voice, cooing, wishing for Kristof to wipe it once more from her lips.
“You look to be more excited than I am, dear ser…” He stared at Ela’s continued display of her brimming breasts, and began to unbutton his shirt, absently, as if entranced. Ela smiled, her lips parting with a sigh of delight as Kristof unbuckled his belt and let his trousers drop down to his ankles.
He tugged on his underwear, pulling them along his legs past his erection, which finally bounced out of them and struck his stomach with a smack. Ela murmured with yearning as she watched his penis wobble stiffly, pointing towards the subject of its desire, a clear bead of liquid decorating the abundant foreskin.
Encouraged by Ela’s lewd gestures, Kristof brought a hand to his penis, cupping his testicles with the other. He could feel Ela’s eyes caressing his loins as his foreskin rolled back in a slow, teasing motion, revealing the tip of his swollen glans before slipping to cover it again.
Her face flush with lust, Ela pressed her aching breasts together, eliciting a pleasured grunt from Kristof as droplets of milk showered before his feet. He drew his foreskin behind his glans and with a grunt, tensed his buttocks, dripping a sticky string from his flaring tip.
The sight of Ela hiking up her hem to reveal her dripping underwear proved too much for Kristof’s roused body to resist. His penis bobbing stiffly, he stepped to her decisively, burying his thirsting member between her wet thighs, and planted his mouth on her aching breast, closing his lips on her dark, seeping areola.
Wrapping his arms around her, Kristof pulled closer into her embrace, feeling his penis slip between Ela’s soft, arousal-slick thighs. Ela let out a ragged moan as she felt his glans brush against her desperate vulva through her panties, soaked further by a sudden gush of drool.
Kristof drank from her breast tenderly, caressing the swollen nipple with his tongue, letting the warm milk flow into his mouth of its own volition. His muffled moans grew with each thrust into Ela’s plump crotch, and soon, what welled in him was beyond his control.
He let the breast from his mouth and buried his head into Ela’s chest, hugging her close to him as he ran his glans against the slimy panties, blissfully content to spill his seed between her thighs. Ela could do little but return his embrace and moan, silly with pleasure, as Kristof climaxed onto her silky underwear, so thrillingly close, yet disappointingly far from her needy vagina.
After many slow, blissful thrusts, Kristof, drew his head from between Ela’s breasts, craning his neck to kiss her. Ela accepted the soft kisses with passion, and though fulfillment and frustration warred in her body, her mind was filled with softness and warmth. There was quiet conversation in the hallway, but each of them heard only the hoarse breaths of their lover.
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“Yes, and I’m to make sure their meeting remains undisturbed.”
Eni looked at the taller eunuch curiously. That there was no attempt to conceal the evidently explicit encounter was amusing, but, among eunuchs, no such attempt would have been necessary.
“I must speak with the stable-hand as soon as he is… Available.” Era lifted its brow. “Would you wish for me to relay your message?”
Though the matter was clear in its mind, Eni found itself unable to mar Ada’s privacy. No such vow had been taken, but there were things stronger than vows, despite what those who consecrated them wished to believe. Eni cleared its throat quietly.
“I’m afraid I must deliver my message directly.” Era hummed, casting its eyes far into the hallway in thought. That there was a thing unfit to be passed from one eunuch to another made Era cautious.
“It is concerning a close friend of mine, and she wishes the matter kept in my mind only, for the time being.”
“And in that of the stable-hand.” Era mused, smiling softly, coming swiftly to an understanding of the matter at hand. At first taken aback by the realization, Eni smiled too. What anxiety there had been felt now largely misplaced.
“You may take over my post, so you may deliver your friend’s message according to her wishes.” Eni nodded respectfully. Though suspicion was rare between eunuchs, obstinacy was not. Silently, the tall eunuch stepped away from the door, turning to face Eni before departing.
“I think you’ll find your wait entertaining enough. They sound to be quite the raunchy couple.”
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To be continued...