“Just about ready, Queen Octavia?” Klyn asked as he walked through my bedroomdoor.
The moment he discovered that Roisin was on her knees between my parted legs, he turned his head to focus on my obsidian satin dress for thisevening.
“Did I tell you to stop, Roisin?” She shook her head and lowered her eyes. “Just because Klyn is here now does not mean you have to stop. Keep licking, mylovely.”
Klyn had lost his bashfulness decades ago with regards to me and my body. He had walked in on me and my toys severaltimes.
“That is good, my lovely, you may stop,” I advised Roisin as I stood and crossed the room to where Klyn wasstanding.
He still gazed at the dress while I looked at my tits in the mirror. Next to my bed, Roisin quickly dressed and before she left the room I asked her if she wanted a new toy from the festivaltoday.
“Yes, my Queen. I would love a new toy, thankyou.”
“Wonderful. I shall find a beautiful toy that is worthy of your pussy. I will bring it to your room later,” Ipromised.
She thanked me and then left Klyn and I alone. I propped my bare foot on the small ornate table beside my full-length mirror and examined my swollen pussy lips and my aching, poutyclit.
“I would have left so you could…finish,” Klyn offeredup.
“No bother. I merely wanted to be taken to the edge before I head out to the festival. Being wet and swollen makes the festival even more fun,” I admitted and then playfully slapped his arm. “You should try her out, Klyn. Big, strapping man like yourself would have a lot of fun with lithe Roisin. She has excellent oralskills.”
I pulled on my long black skirt and my sheer black blouse while I spoke withKlyn.
“I have tried her out,” Klyn laughed and shook his head at me. “She was a lot of fun, but I am about two-hundred and twenty-four years older than she is. It would not work out,” hejoked.
We shared some laughs as we walked to the carriage. On our way to the festival, we spoke about what each of us were looking for or wanted todo.
“I want to get one of those sweet breads with the sugar on it,” Klyn said as he gazed out the window into the forest section just to the left of thecarriage.
“The cake does sound delightful. Aside from that, are you looking for anything else?” Iasked.
“Probably a book,” he nonchalantly added, which made me burst outlaughing.
Klyn had taken kindly to being immortal and had become quite the connoisseur of books. He never tired of books and reading, though I was not sure how he still found new books to read. One would think that after being alive for two hundred plus years that he would find a new hobby. Of course, the passing years had not diminished my sexual appetite. I would spend eternity in the prime of my sexuallife.
“Well, I need to find Roisin a new toy for that pretty little pussy of hers. I am also looking for a ball stretcher forLiam.”
“Liam’s sack does not hang low enough for you?” Klyn asked and looked atme.
“Liam’s equipment is not proportioned,” I explained. “His cock is thick and long, but his balls seem to hug against his body alot.”
“Means he is stimulated often. Come to think of it, I am not sure if there has been a time that I have seen him when he was not aroused,” Klyn considered what he had said. “Maybe once or twice when I have seen himsleeping.”
“Aw, Klyn. That is so sweet of you to check in on my young gentlemen while they are sleeping,” I teased. “Anyhow, I want to get him a ball stretcher. I am also in need of a newcrop.”
“Or two…” Klyn chimedin.
“Or three or four,” Ifinished.
It was one of our inside jokes that we shared every year on the way to the festival. Both of us poked fun at my crop fetish. Each year, one of the warlocks had a cart at the festival that specialized in leather goods. I always bought my crops fromhim.
“So, a pussy toy for Roisin, ball stretcher for Liam, and supply of crops for the Queen,” Klyn summed up as our carriage came to a stop at the end of thefestival.
“And some toys for myself as well,” I said and feigned shock that he had not already mentionedit.
“Are you letting your men come to the festival today? I had not seen them in their room before I came to get you,” Klynasked.
“Yes, of course I let them. I volunteered them to help Madame Kamara until two o’clock this afternoon. That will give them time to go around the festival and be back to the castle by four o’clock to get ready for the festivitiestonight.”
